#cannibalism love

[thanas-stuff]

(𝚒'𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚒 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛)

[curiouscatapple]

Don't be shy, you can talk about cannibalism as a metaphor for love

[schrodingercantkillme]

[bokuto-kotaro]

Twisted Wonderland x Male Yū Canibalism Love

𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 :

• Para Riddle, el amor, Riddle no solo se conformara con estar cerca de Yū, quiere sentirlo, quiere ser uno con él, y para eso tiene que tenerlo adentro suyo, comerlo, devorar cada parte, cada aspecto, de su ser, absorber todo de él y dominarlo por completo. En sus ojos amar, es consumir, y Riddle consume a Yū por completo, es un deseo de romper las reglas del corazón de Yū y escribirlas con su propia sangre.

• A Riddle le encanta acostarse en el pecho de Yū, para él, los latidos de Yū son un banquete, cada pulso son un recordatorio que logro solo a travez del control total hacia ti, su amor, una mordida constante de deseo, "deseo hacerte mio", y para Yū no puede evitar nada más que decir que "Soy tuyo", cuerpo y alma.

𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓽

• Depredacion, es algo que Leona, como hombre bestia conoce mucho, para Leona, amar a Yū es un acto de depredación, un acto de hambre insaciable que va más alla del cuerpo. Leona quiere devorar a Yū, quiere devorar la escensia de Yū, consumir su alma en cada mirada, cada susurro, hasta que leona deje a Yū en un estado de nada puro, hasta que no quede nada más en su vida. Hasta que Leona deje a Yū en un estado de apodyopsis.

• En la soledad de Yū, Leona saboreara toda la soledad que tiene, como si fuera el más exquisito manjar de todos, cada parte de tu aislamiento es algo que Leona quiere para si y para solo si mismo, quiere que Yū como su omega se hunda en sus instintos y se deje depender únicamente de él, siendo su unico refugio en el desierto de sus emociones.

𝓐𝔃𝓾𝓵 𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓸

• Banquete de secretos, Azul te ve asi, como un tesoro oculto, un festin de secretos que quiere tener para si mismo, que ansia devorar, su amor es un hambre intelectual, una sed por decubrir cada rincon de Yū, cada secreto hasta el punto de que quede espuesto y consumido por un festin de él.

• Es un contrato mortal, el amor de Azul es un contrato mortal, una promesa a si mismo de devorar cada cosa que hace especial a Yū a cambio de proporcionarle como su alfa protección y seguridad. Pero muy en el fondo del alma de Azul, ese retorcido pensamiento sabe que la verdadera intencion es devorar la luz de Yū, dejandolo en un vacio, una sombra de lo que fue y lo que

𝓥𝓲𝓵 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓽

• Vil devociona a Yū, Vil no solo quiere el amor de Yū, quiere devorar la escencia de Yū, quiere su escencia, su belleza, absorver cada rasgo, cada imperfeccion, hasta que Yū sea una extencion de si mismo, un reflejo de su propia vanidad a la perfección

• La perfección absoluta, eso es lo que ve Vil en Yū, ve la oportunidad de alcanzar la perfeccion absoluta, pero, pero, para lograrlo debe consumir cada aspecto de Yū, lo que hace a Yū unico. Su amor, una mordida constante, un deseo de Vil para transformar a Yū en su obra maestra, incluso si tiene que destruir lo que hacia a Yū, la persona original.

𝓘𝓭𝓲𝓪 𝓢𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓭

• Para Idia es un banquete en el olvido, Idia desea devorar la oscuridad interna de Yū, su tristeza, su miedo, todo lo que lo hace humano. Es un amor melancólico, un amor canibal que se alimenta de la melancolía, Idia desea lamer y pasar al olvido cada lagrima de Yū, cada sonrisa rota, cada lagrima, un bocado exquisito para Idia, desea que Yū se sumerja en la misma oscuridad que él.

• Idia quiere un banquete en el olvido, y tu, tu eres su banquete, para Idia un acto de amor es el llevar a Yū hasta el olvido, de consumir cada fragmento de su ser hasta que ambos se disuelvan en la nada, su amor es una danza con la muerte, un deseo de arrastrar a Yū a los rincones más oscuros de su ser, donde se puedan consumir mutuamente.

𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓾𝓼 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓪

• El amor de Malleus es un hambre ancestral, un deseo de devorar la eternidad de Yū junto a èl. Es un deseo, un amor, que quiere consumir no solo el presente sino que tambien el pasado de Yū y el futuro tan brillante que le quedaba, quiere hacerte suyo en cada linea temporal que pueda haber, y sabe que si no te encuentra en una de estas, tu iras hacia él.

• Malleus quiere devorar la soledad de Yū, la que Yū ha conocido, absorberla en su propio ser, y que ambos puedan compartir una eternidad en aislamiento, "solo tú y solo yo", Su amor es una fusion, un deseo, un deseo de ser solo con Yū, consumiendolo en su totalidad hasta que no haya distincion de quien en quien.

𝓚𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓶 𝓐𝓵𝓐𝓼𝓲𝓶

• Kalim es alguien dulce y sereno, un espiritu alegre y un corazon puro, su amor canibal es su deseo de consumir la inocencia y la luz de Yū, para el su amor, es compartir esa luz, pero su amor estan voraz que sin darse cuenta devoro toda la pureza de Yū, dejandolo solo en un vacio a cambio.

• "Un dulce consumo" para eso Kalim en su afán por llenar la vida de Yū con alegria y regalos, al esto, Kalim no se da cuenta que al hacerlo se va apropiando de cada aspecto que hace a Yū, Yū. Su amor es abrumador, abrumadoramente dulce que puede sofocar, consumiendo cada parte de Yū hasta que Kalim se devore cada gota de felicidad en él, cuando no quede más que solo su felicidad relejada en él.

Bonus Kalim

• Un banquete de sonrisas es lo que quemiere devorar hoy Kalim, se deleita con cada sonrisa de Yū, como si fuera un manjar exquisito, queriendo ver siempre más y más, pero en su busqueda por mantener esa alegria, corre el riesgo de devorar todo lo que hace Yū feliz, dejando solo una sombra de lo que amaba al principio.

[fraternum-momentum]

give me your complete and unwavering devotion.

[awetfrog]

my party are starving when there are perfectly good ghouls around, are they stupid?

[notherpuppet]

Radio drip 🦌📻🩸

[dirafames]

[curiouscatapple]

If I start talking about cannibalism as a metaphor for love, will he run away or will he say he's a vampire and wants to suck my blood?

[atinymexicanbird]

The Overlord meeting suddenly got interesting.

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[ashamaxxing]

mom come pick me up they’re defending the divine right of kings on asoiaf twitter again

[mooncalf87]

HAVE YOU SEEN THE WAY SHE FUCKING MANHANDLES HIM????? IF ANYONE ELSE DOES THIS THEY WOUKD BE DEAD BUT ROSIE IS JUST DIFFERENT

SHES THROWING HIM AROUND LIKE A FUCKING BAGUETTE IM CRYING

[aeymii]

🍷✨

[sunny-rants]

Yellowjackets truly has everything. it’s a love story. it’s a tragedy. it’s a 90s high school sitcom. it’s a survivalist show. it’s a supernatural drama. it’s an investigative mystery. it’s a story about the complex dynamics of female relationships. it’s a story about the horrors of being a teen girl. it’s a study of the lasting effects of ptsd. there’s cults. there’s biblical imagery and greek mythos references. there’s milfs. there’s murder. there’s horror. there’s comedy. there’s cannibalism as a metaphor for love. it’s literally got everything.

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Stanley wasn't sure if he was supposed to be dead. He wasn't all too sure if he was supposed to be alive, either.

He was... somewhere. He didn't know where exactly, but it didn't matter. Nothing really seemed to matter all that much in this strange place. Compared to the unfathomable expanse of nothingness that surrounded him, everything else practically paled in comparison. Still, Stanley felt as though this all-consuming abyss that kept him prisoner within its dark maw deserved a name; at the very least, a title. Yet, it didn't feel right to call this place anything. Death too egregious, and Life too extroadinary; either terms felt far too extreme to his liking. There was nothing particularly hideous nor amazing about where he was. He was simply somewhere in-between.

For as long as he could remember, Stanley's world was just that. This somewhere; this in-between of not quite Death and not quite Life. This empty, greedy abyss that seemed to swallow him whole, stretched as far as the eye could see in every direction. There was no sky, no ground, no anything; only the daunting dakness engulfing his every senses and leaving him horribly, hopelessly blank.

That wasn't all there was to it, however. This... somewhere, it was more than just a lifeless void.

Stanley wasn't sure if he could find the right words to properly describe it. He didn't think he could ever come to fully understand the feeling himself, but. Somehow, the abyss felt... hungry. Unimaginably, insatiably, and unbearably hungry.

The hunger seemed to eat away at Stanley, tearing off pieces of him chunk by chunk, piece by piece. With every blink, another part of himself seemed to disappear into the ravenous darkness around him. The void never took much at once, only pieces; nigh imperceptible impossibly tiny crumbs of what made him- so little that they should have hardly mattered in the grand scheme of things. But Stanley noticed. He noticed every particle, every atom that was taken away from him by this greedy hunger. The darkness was eating him; digesting him.

It was as though hunger was all that mattered in this somewhere, this stomach; the world itself a single immense digestive system. He could practically feel the void's biting hunger pangs reverberate through his bones. It was so hungry, so hungry.

The dark ate him slowly, ripping him apart from inside out and outside in. It took his flesh first; stealing away the muscles and fat beneath the skin, leaving behind nothing but meager skin stretched over bone. Sometimes, not even his bones were given the luxury of being spared, and he would find himself with an odd dip in his side where the abyss had taken a rib or two; or with half his face lopsidedly sagging into a limp mess with no muscles, fat, nor eye socket to properly hold up the skin of his face onto his skull.

The hunger took without mercy, without order nor preference. It ate anything, everything, as long it helped abate the forever stabbing, starving desperation that painfully twisted and tore at its non-existent stomach. It never really was satisfied.

It got worse when it started eating his memories.

Stanley despised the thought of losing more of himself than simply his physical body to this greedy void. However, what terrified him far more than the notion that this insatiable hunger could breach even his mind, was the fact that he couldn't remember which memories it took.

Stanley couldn't remember much; before the darkness; before the endless hunger. He liked to imagine, though, of what he could have been before. He'd probably had a warm home, warmer than the cold, cold abyss. He'd probably had a loving family. Probably. He couldn't remember.

Everything turned unsure when his own mind started failing on him. Stanley tried to cling to what little he knew. He had his name held tight in his iron clad grip, repeating it to himself like a mantra. He would try and keep track of time, but it was all in vain. Time didn't seem to matter in the face of hunger. Perhaps it had been years since Stanley's arrival; hundred, maybe even thousands. Or, perhaps it had only been a few days, weeks, months. Stan once had a fleeting, terrifying thought that maybe Time too was already victim to the darkness' insatiable hunger.

However, as much as Stan could forget his past, his identity, and life, perhaps the most tragic loss to him greater than anything else was the memory of Him.

He was important to Stanley. He couldn't remember why, but he was. There was nothing of Him left in his memories. No face, no name; not even why He mattered to him in the first place. All he knew was that the loss of Him had struck him with such profound heartache and sorrow that it had left him weeping helplessly for so long, unable to move and rooted in one spot for days, weeks, years. He couldn't remember how long.

Stan was only snapped out of his comatose stupor by His hand.

It was all that was left of Him, other than the knowledge of His past existence. It was warm, a glowing red hand that pulsed almost reassuringly within Stanley's own, its long six digits curled tightly and firmly around his hand, never once faltering in its grip. He couldn't remember a time when he didn't have it. He's had it clutched within his own cold, rough palms like a lifeline since forever; every step he took and every move he made done hand in hand with Him.

Desperately, frantically, he held onto His hand, never once letting it go. Losing the hand meant losing Him for good, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to cope with the consequences of that all alone.

However, ocasionally, even the the comforting presence of His hand was unable to keep his mind anchroed for too long, and Stanley would lose track of his memories. Plagued by odd laspes of utter emptiness, Stanley would suddenly forget. His own name, his face, everything he knew and remembered would slip withut warning between his fingers like sand; streaming down, down, down and getting lost in the gaping mouth of the void below him. He would wander aimlessly with no real destination in mind, simply roaming somwhere, anywhere.

He would come across all sorts of sights during these odd episodes of his. He'd crossed paths with hundreds upon thousands of partically decomposed remnants of once living, breathing organisms; All of them endeniably, for the lack of better words: dead. He'd walked past entire forests; enormous clusters of tall pine trees completely uprooted and floating in a massive mass of rotting leaves and half digested bark. He'd walked past countless animals, big and small, all in various stages of digestion. Animals always seemed to rot away faster than anything else, and Stanley wasn't so sure what that meant for him.

Once, Stan had somehow even found his way before the destroyed remains of a universe.

It was dead. There was no other way to describe the state it was in. He hadn't even known it was possible for entire universes to simply... die. Stolen away from its rightful place in the starry night sky.

The scene was everything he'd thought impossible to take place in this all-consuming abyss. It was extroadinary. A veritable bursting cacophany of light and heat. It was as though the universe's explosion had been paused at just the right moment, frozen in time at the very moment of its heat death. Its particles flickered, undulating softly and shifting ever so slightly like looking through a warped window. If Stanley stood still enough, and listened closely, he thought he could even hear the softest sound of the shattered screams of the broken remains of the universe ringing silently in the air. It was as ethereal as it was haunting.

The thought of the unimaginable power required to be able annihilate entire universes just like that... It scared Stan.

Stanley may not be sure of anything anymore, but as he watched the debris swirl gently in the blinding epicenter of the shattered universe from afar, he knew with a certainty that he didn't think he possessed anymore, that he did not belong here.

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[lotussart]

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