#cw: people eating

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Mighty Morphing People Eaters +

Editing that 6 picture draft thing I posted earlier about how a lot of the morphers have in fact eaten people. With the addition of a Julie Saz interaction about it after the fact. Thought it would be a great inclusion after a point @the-void-writes brought up. Also me trying to puzzle together Julie's morphed form a bit XD. Though it's probably just gonna be the partially morphed one.

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Saz groaned, sprawled out on her back. Stomach sounding out with her. The bear morpher turned her head to the side. Ignoring the grass tickling her nose. Until a particularly invasive blade invaded her nostril. She simply huffed out nasally breath. Too hungry to really give a damn.

Elliot stepped out of Ian and Julie's place, staring at Saz. He scratched at the velvet on his singular standing antler, with trimmed nails.

"You okay?"

"I'm fucking hungry!"

Saz lifted her arms, letting gravity toss them back down. Repeating the action as Elliot tip-toed over barefoot— Saz had noticed. Briefly wondering if she had taken the last pair of the deer morpher's shoes. The thought rudely interrupted by the insistent grumbling of her stomach.

Elliot had a shit eating grin going ear to ear as he leaned over her. Reaching down to pat the bear morpher's stomach.

"Hungry enough to eat a person?" Elliot questioned far too amused with himself.

Saz growled, low in her throat. Baring her teeth at the deer morpher highly unamused. She slapped the hand Elliot offered her, muttering a good when he winced. Flinging her torso upwards. Her locs hitting the back of her neck. Tossing a few back and out of her face.

She rolled her eyes at Elliot's muffled laughter. Too far gone to appreciate that he at least was trying to withhold it.

Ian, approached, obviously having overheard. His deer ears having pinned back at the sound of a wheezy inhale from the redheaded asshole. Apparently, a lot of Elliot noises made his ears do that. He wrapped a bright red set of hand wraps around the branches of his antlers. Each antler seeming to be dedicated to one pair.

"I heard a lot of morphers say it's pretty gross," Ian shrugged looking at Saz who had fully risen by now, "I personally didn't hate it. It was a really long mission though."

Saz looked at Ian and blinked, "Wouldn't call it fine dining." She grumbled.

Elliot looked to him baffled, laughter in control now. Silently offering a shoulder for the hungry Saz to rest on.

"Uh, Ian our teeth aren't that sharp."

Ian held a shrug, awkward smile curving his lips up. Rubbing his hand roughly over his mouth, disturbing his facial hair.

"Didn't eat it raw— And not necessarily in a hunt." Ian's grin grew a little more confident at the admittance, "Killed it with my antlers. Your crush and I butchered it. We tossed it into the flame during a very overdrawn mission."

Saz tried to bite back her disgust. Tugging absentmindedly at her scruff. Elliot had a very different response, taking it with strides.

"Am I the only one who hasn't had human?!" Elliot questioned.

"Out of us, yeah," Ian responded, not noticing Saz's disgust or growing ire towards him.

Saz grumbled remembering how she had guts stuck in her teeth and beard. How awful it tasted. And how persistently it lingered. If desperation had a taste she thought her first taste of human was that. She wiped aggressively at her mouth with the back of her hand.

Elliot crossed his arms, "We gotta fix that."

"Y'all can fix that. I need real food." Saz pushed off of Elliot shakily walking forward.

"Why didn't you get food with Julie?" Ian washed curious, laughing at the way Elliot had stumbled back.

"Something about helping with new recruits and needing a swim."

Elliot and Ian made loud noises of understanding. Catching up to either side of Saz.

"You know there's a pretty good vendor out here. Got burgers I'm pretty sure." Ian mentioned.

"Oh oh! I heard about them. I think they use specialty meat." Elliot grinned twisting his barely there scruff between his fingers, "They might even serve human."

Saz briefly thought about yanking it, but she new it would probably yank it out. So she shoved her hands in her shorts pockets instead, gripping her thighs.

Ian rolled his eyes a little but laughed, "They got it a blend so you won't even notice?" He joked.

Saz gagged, "Have fun with that. I'm gonna go eat a pinecone or something."

Saz began to walk off from the two joyful deer morphers. The bear morpher growling with the same ferocity of her stomach.

"Saz wait! Julie's gonna need something tough to chew through!" Elliot said through gasps, hand reached out to use Ian as support.

"Good for the tummy and the soul. Guaranteed!" Ian added, doubling over.

Saz turned around and flipped them off. Their echoing laughter actively pissing Saz off. Wandering until she reached the goofy little convenience store they all had ran through. With newfound vigor, she bolted.

(The Extra Scene is below the cut)

Julie climbed out of the lake, holding her catch in her mouth. Dragging herself along until she believed she was far enough on the shore. Her morpher form made it nearly impossible to see clearly.

"Julie! You done?" Saz called out sitting a distance away.

The hagfish morpher heard her open a bag of chips, with a loud pop. Julie laughed in a rapid following of snorts. Submerged in slime, basically forming a puddle beneath her.

Saz watched the gills on her neck flutter. Unbothered by the rows of far too many teeth forming a smile.

"Yeah. I can hear you were able to find food eventually." Julie's eye darted around until she saw a Saz shaped blob.

Saz waved when Julie finally found her. A handful of chips already in her mouth.

"Sorry for leaving you hanging." Julie quickly apologized, cursing out as she began to return to her human form.

Julie had made demorphing look easy. But Saz hadn't seen the morpher in her fully morphed form just yet. Maybe that was the reason. The hagfish morpher practically curled into herself as her face restructured itself. Saz couldn't tell beneath the slime, but she was sure there were tears under it. Once fully back to her human form she held her mouth, eyes clenched shut in pain. Slime still hanging off of her.

"You left me with your asshole of a friend." Saz spoke, eyes still on Julie.

Julie stumbled forward, carefully holding her catch. She grabbed the multiple rolled towels she had brought with her and chuckled a little.

"What did he do now?" Julie asked wiping the slime off of her face and arms, aggressively, very aggressively.

Saz instead kept her eyes on Julie. Both were unbothered as Julie peeled herself out of a very stretched shirt in disgust. The slime formed thin strings as she worked it off.

"You've eaten people... By choice," Saz stated, resting her chin on her palm.

Julie briefly stopped what she was doing. Her eye locking with Saz's immediately. The morpher began to ooze slime again.

"I have," Julie answered honestly.

"Did you like it?" Saz's voice held no malice, only curiosity.

"Sometimes yes. Sometimes no." Julie answered, dragging the towel down her body.

Saz's face twisted then. Julie swallowed hard, trying to wipe off the slime with the small hint of desperation creeping up on her.

"They were long missions. Missions where we lacked the supplies and it was just more convenient." Julie added, she shook her head knowing she didn't have to tell Saz that but she was going to make it worse, "And once to prove a point."

Saz grumbled a bit, obviously in thought, "What was the point?"

Julie laughed softly at that one. Couldn't help herself. Wrapping her catch in a clean towel. Tugging off a pair of shorts she had very much gotten from Ian. Saz thought she looked better with them off. Waiting for an answer Julie wiped as much slime as she could off her legs.

"That I could," Julie grinned a little then, gripping Saz's shoulder as she bent down to whisper in her ear, "And that I'm nothing more than a wild animal."

Saz whipped her head around to Julie. Sliding away a little, watching Julie with wide eyes. Finding that a smile with less teeth was a little scarier. Saz could feel her heart pounding at her temples.

"Was that," Saz paused eyes trying to look anywhere besides Julie's eye, "Was that one of the times it uh tasted good."

Julie shrugged, ultimately shushing the bear morpher.

"I'd never gloat about my eating habits—I guess that's what you call it—like Elliot and Ian. I've already said too much." Julie laughed softly, chewing on her bottom lip.

Julie wrapped the one remaining towel around herself. Tying it methodically. Before hoisting the two fish wrapped skillfully in the towel.

"Come bring this to one of the vendors with me. We can't just live off MiniMart hot dogs. And I know your friend is selfish and won't cook for us."

Saz rolled her eyes but nodded. Still on edge from their just ended conversation. She had a little more space between them on their walk back than usual.

[stil-lindigo]

bite of winter.

a comic about a princess who died in the snow.

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[elirium]

what i think people mean when they say they "want to squish my art"

how i keep reading it

[huaidanta]

[Original post 07/27/2023]

[p0rk-guts]

[leafwateraddict]

Found some old sketches I had for @llamagoddessofficials Coraline au along with some headcanons I had for Dart and Patch (also stuffing.. gore?)

Ft. A sexy Dart because I saw a fancy looking corset and put him in it and instantly regretted it (along with some ideas for his button eyes)

Also other Mc/Thread along with some sentences i thought of if I ever ended up writing that drabble (which I probably wont- rip)

[gorefreaklintjrwi]

Honey, do you need a hot meal?

Troy is hungry. Lint is the meal.

trigger warnings for cannibalism and gore

hey guys..... i wrote this little thing in one day..... btw.... llintroller save meee... title is from Your body, My Temple by Will Wood

Troy and Lint are standing in In the middle of the living room. Lint has just told her that he wanted him to eat them. Not even that he could, but that he wanted her to.

And Troy can't deny, the idea is appealing. She thought maybe this was just some sick joke, Lint can be a little strange at times, but no. Lint is entirely serious. And Troy wants to eat.

Lint must be a genius, Troy thinks to herself. She doesn’t know what he wants to say in this moment, but she knows more than anything what he wants to do. What he needs to do.

“Dude, are you sure? Cause like, you could die, man…” Troy’s desire doesn’t mean he won’t hesitate. This is his best friend, after all.

“Your dad turns people into clocks, doesn’t he?”

She lunges towards them, straight for his cheek. He bites down and tears a bit of flesh away, and it’s even better than she could have imagined. She can’t even describe it. It’s just the kind of taste that you savor for as long as you can, especially when it’s someone as important to you as Lint is to Troy.

Troy sees Lint’s face before going in for another bite, this time the flesh of their neck. He looks shocked, maybe he expected her to say something before going in for a taste, but that doesn’t stop a small grin from appearing on their face.

And Troy just continues to tear away from Lint, bit by bit, piece by piece. He feels like an animal, but can she really help it? This is Lint. This is her best friend and he tastes so good.

This might just be the best thing he’s ever tasted. Lint isn’t just good, he’s perfect. The blood in Troy’s mouth is warm and the metallic taste makes him want more. He can’t stop, and surely Lint won’t survive much more of this. Troy knows that.

And yet, his tongue begs for more of that wonderful flavor. He can’t stop.

She loves Lint. In this moment, right now, she loves Lint more than ever before. Maybe it’s because Lint is all there is right now, or maybe he just likes the way they taste as she rips chunks of flesh away from their body. Either way, he loves Lint so very much. And they say actions speak louder than words, don’t they?

She barely even gives herself time to chew, he just keeps on taking more and more, relishing in it. The texture, the flavor, it’s all perfect to Troy. There isn’t a world where Lint isn’t perfect. Not in Troy’s eyes.

Tears fall down Lint’s face, he feels his life fading away from them, but this is Troy and this is all they’d ever dreamed of. They can’t think of a better way to go out. He wonders if Troy even notices that they’re dying, or if she’s too busy tearing him apart.

Eventually, Troy finishes his meal, but Lint is long gone by then. She doesn’t know when it happened. It’s hard for her to think about anything else, part of him wants more, but he knows it’s time to put them away. Maybe next time she’ll try a bit of cooking.

Should Troy feel bad? He just ate her best friend, after all. But no, Troy doesn’t feel anything but love for them. The consequences of her actions haven’t hit him yet, so why should it matter?

Lint, what’s left of them, barely fits in the freezer. Troy needs to go out and buy a bigger one. And some ice. She figures she should clean up first, though. He washes the blood from her hair and skin, gets a different outfit, wonders if the stains will ever leave that shirt, and he’d be on his way if he didn’t hear a quiet voice behind her. It has that bug-like quality to it, like someone Troy knows; knew. Lint.

“Did I taste good?”

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ERM!!! END NOTES I GUESS??????

i have never ever written anything like this and MAN it was fun.

lint is a freaking ghost now by the way because i have so many Thoughts about ghost lint and clockwork lint......... may write more in the future too. just like about ghost lint/clockwork lint sometimes and troy shenanigans

i hope you had fun reading this. hope it was a hit for the lintroller nation

[doccywhomst]

“they’re putting litter boxes in classrooms” “they’re sending secret transgender athletes to the olympics” that’s unequivocally bullshit, but you want to know what happened in real life??

apparently someone’s made the executive move to reverse this bizarre and disgusting decision, but the fact it was ever taken seriously and carried out in the first place is appalling. i can’t make sense of it. parents’ fears about secret transgender perverts have made their children vulnerable to real ones.

Excerpt: “The board “has been targeting transgender students and stripping away their rights for a while,” said Kristina Moon, a lawyer with the Philadelphia-based Education Law Center, which has asked affected students to reach out to it. She said the “multiple tiers and assignments” of bathrooms “overcomplicated a nonissue,” stigmatizing students.” ( X )

going to take the logical leap and say anti-trans propaganda that shifts blame from predators to trans victims, is written by predators. full stop.

ADDITION: the school board had this to say:

Excerpt: “Earlier this week, Gelazela issued a statement defending the bathroom windows as a safety improvement — that “in making the area outside of stalls more viewable, we are better able to monitor for a multitude of prohibited activities such as any possible vaping, drug use, bullying or absenteeism,” the Evening Sun of Hanover reported.

Gelazela’s statement also warned students that they should not consider the bathroom areas outside of the toilet stalls to be private.” ( X )

how does removing bathroom privacy make kids safer? yeah, surveillance makes your job easier, but it makes kids MORE susceptible to abuse and anxiety, and any kid will tell you that. it makes them feel trapped, because it’s meant to. “you shouldn’t consider the bathroom to be private” isn’t a respectful or humane response. it just tells kids their boundaries don’t matter.

how am i meant to believe any child’s safety is their top priority?

[tropicalcontinental]

Human fear is the window to the soul or whatever ://

[reasonsforhope]

Self-Care in Times of Atrocities

This is something I've been struggling with myself, and it's also something I have a general chip on my shoulder about (in terms of the corporatization of self-care, ugh), so here have a post

It can feel impossible or even cruel, to "practice self-care" in the face of the world right now - and in particular, in the face of the ongoing genocide in Gaza.

So, I think it's really important to say that self-care does not mean that you are always emotionally balanced at all, that you are never overcome with rage and grief at the horror of ongoing atrocities.

To never be overcome by rage or horror or grief or any other negative emotions would be to shut ourselves off from a huge part of the human experience, in a situation where our connection to our common humanity is, I would argue, more important than ever.

Some days you will feel completely laid low by that rage and horror and grief. Sometimes for a few hours, sometimes for days or more.

That's not only normal, it is a completely rational response to what Israel is inflicting on Palestinians right now. I think it's a completely rational response to any genocide.

In some ways it's also a healthy response. Bottling up or choking off your emotions isn't good for you. Refusing to ever sit with pain isn't good for you. Refusing yourself grief and mourning and catharsis isn't good for you. We know all of this.

Self-care, in times of atrocity, doesn't mean always keeping yourself on some kind of even keel. In a lot of ways I think it means letting yourself cry, letting yourself channel all of your storming emotions into a force that can help, rather than just eat you up inside.

And self-care isn't the kind of corporate, hypercapitalist "buy yourself out of your feelings" bs that we're quite literally sold, either.

Self-care is, very often, not about indulging or pampering yourself (not that there's anything wrong with indulging or pampering yourself).

A lot of the time it just means...taking care of your physical form, as best you can, even when you least want to, so you don't pile more on top of everything else.

A lot of the times it means making yourself eat something, even just some crackers, even though you feel sick from horror.

Or groaning and forcing yourself to drink a glass of water, because you can, you have access to drinkable water, and you can honor that for the privilege it is by avoiding a terrible dehydration headache.

Or making yourself take a shower, even though it's the last thing you feel like doing, because you have an important meeting tomorrow.

Or locking your phone in a drawer for a while, because staying up all night doomscrolling won't do anything but drain you further.

And if you're ever feeling too guilty to do any of that, remember: you cannot pour from an empty vessel. Meeting your own basic needs as best you can is one really, really important way to make sure you have the energy to help.

[chiquilines]

I have compeltely lost it🥳

[rukafais]

Jobs nobody mentions in Lolthite cities: The entire class of servants who have to hand-feed all the sacred/pet spiders

[gideonysis]

whoops sorry tamsyn muir

[invisiblegarabgetruck]

tw : cannibalism implied

something about eating people

[beaft]

today i went through my wardrobe in my childhood room and got rid of a bunch of clothes that i haven't worn for years. i used to dress very manic-pixie-dream-girl: lots of pastels and polka dots, glitter and sequins and ribbons and ruffles, babydoll dresses, rainbow knee socks, candy bracelets, trainers that lit up and flashed when i walked.

i got a little sad while i was bundling it all into boxes - i guess because a part of me still loves those clothes, even though they don't feel like me anymore. transition has been good for me and hard for me in equal measure, because it's forced me to examine who i am beyond my appearance. as a teenager, i was very wedded to the idea of being small and cute and elfin and non-threatening, and i got a lot of euphoria whenever people viewed or described me that way.

but was it a healthy sort of euphoria? some of it was connected to poor body image - i was terrified of being fat, terrified of looking ugly. i don't know if it's good to tie your identity and your happiness to something as ephemeral as prettiness. sometimes the things that make you happy aren't necessarily the things that are best for you. being told that i looked "fragile" made me happy once, but that doesn't mean it was good for me to hear.

when it comes down to it, i think my ultimate goal is to be myself, utterly myself, and for my sense of self-worth to be divorced from other people's opinions. i want to abandon my desire for the approval of strangers. it's the difference between an uncomfortable, itchy designer outfit that you only wear because it gets you compliments, and a boring, comfortable sweatshirt that smells like home.

[bonefall]

is there any death in the rewrite that you consider to be really graphic? where do you draw the line in the violence of a character's death?

Hmmm... Probably Tigerstar honestly! The cats wrote a song about his organs falling out.

I think when it comes to the "line" of a character's death, it's very subjective. Me and every other kid who read WC pogged out when Tigerstar had a really drawn out, horrific death on-screen, but I'm still haunted by Sootfur with his broken leg, falling down towards a badger while Squilf couldn't save him and seeing the aftermath of his "sightless eyes" when the animal moved off him.

One of those was objectively less graphic, but imo a LOT more harrowing. I think emotions are a lot more important in how deaths are received by an audience than the actual blood and guts, which I think gives you a decent idea of what you're gonna get here.

I think Leopardstar's rock concert is the "ceiling" of how intensely I describe deaths. I think that one's pretty graphic, but it's for a reason. The point is that it's a brutal killing that haunts Mistystar, you get me? And I try to write "around" the gore, describing sounds, the rest of the body, etc.

There is also cosmic/body horror with the Ancestor Rats, and more importantly, BB!Cats do food processing. They skin dead animals and separate the organs and such. When I get around to doing an entry on animal fat, I would also like to show WHERE in the body the fat is stored on certain animals. It's a lot more important to nutrition than you think it is.

BUT whenever I feel like I'm "around" Leopardstar's Boulder Appointment or an Ancestor Rat, I always always tag that. Less "violent" things like the song about the organs (Tiger's In A Heap) and more gentle food processing (like an offhanded mention of removing entrails or skinning) isn't tagged.

If I ever end up including a "diagram" of where fat is stored in the body or "how to properly skin a small rodent" It will be tagged as gore and I'd try to stay tasteful to begin with, I would ABSOLUTELY never drop something like that on anyone untagged and unwarned.