#on cannibalism as romance

[a-study-in-bullshit]

[catpriciousmarjara]

Every single day I'm grateful for that time I stumbled on the SVSSS headcanon that while Bingqiu is considered highkey confusing and lowkey cringe in the demon realm, Moshang is known as the Power Couple™. They're the demonic love story. The 'It Couple'.

Just generations of demons sighing over the dramatic and bloody love story of the Northern King and his right hand man plus spymaster, yearning for one of their own filled with such glorious violence and betrayal! A classic childhood friends to lovers narrative filled with ups and downs and copious murder and gore! Love at first sight! The story of the loyal spy who rose up the ranks of the brutal Northern Court, culling his competition while providing vital intel to his liege, all the while infiltrating the most powerful cultivation sect in the world and eventually even becoming a Peak Lord! The slow burn of all slow burns! All kinds of spicy complicated power imbalances! Sexy, unexpected age gaps! Years of heavy plot! Decades of passionate courting! The pinnacle of inter-species forbidden romance! The tale of a man who swore eternal loyalty after falling violently in love at the very first meeting, calling a mere Prince His King in his desire and determination to see his beloved's ascension to the throne that was his birthright, and the Demon Prince who was unexpectedly presented with fierce loyalty in a life that had until then been rife with treachery and grabbed it with both hands and never looked back!

...and there's Junshan and the weird human he keeps around. Somewhat interesting if you're into that teacher-student thing I guess. There were very few deaths. Some bland murders. The trial arc and the self destruct thing plus corpse hoarding was interesting but overall very vanilla. Unseasoned. Not even a proper decade of drama. Kinda boring. And Junshan's half human so they're like Walmart version inter-species romance. But whatever the Emperor's into I guess. His dad was kinda weird too but at least his relationship with that human woman had some kick to it. The new generation just doesn't appreciate a long drawn out painful romance tsk tsk...

Like infinitely grateful to whoever first spawned that headcanon. Never fails to make me laugh. Honestly the most hilarious thing I've ever seen in this fandom. Hope your pillow is always cold and you never stub your toe.

[rottentricks]

Oil share with local sweetheart ᯓᡣ𐭩

More doodles from my au~ ☆

[maybe-a-bit-emo]

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

From this poll, this series is born!

a/n: this is changing the dragons from not just mount, but to being able to shift into a human-like form at will...

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・In his dragon form, The Cannibal is larger than Vermithor, and three times nastier as well.

・With fire that breathed green, he seemed like an otherwordly creature to the people of Westeros.

・Once he was claimed, many came to see The Cannibal 'up close.' Crowds would form whenever you went flying; a sight that so many would tell their children, and their childrens children and so on.

・With sharp black horns that curled and protruded from the dragons head, he was terrifying.

・And you loved him.

・Many asked how you 'tamed' him. But that ... wasn't how it happened.

・Unlike many throughout history; he found you.

・And when he came snout to face with you, you did not balk. For dragons were your family's legacy. If you died by his flame, then so be it.

・The Cannibal sensed that.

・Maybe it was bravery. Maybe it was stupidity. Maybe it was the fact that you felt so alone that you did not care what may have happened.

・Your relationship with the Cannibal was different to other dragonriders and their mounts.

・You never chained him up and put him in the dragon pit.

・You gave him free range of the world. Just because you were tethered together did not mean that you owned him.

・For he was far older and experienced than you could ever be.

・The first time you saw your mount transform, you thought it was a dream. One wickedly wonderful dream.

・In his half form, he towers over you at 7.5 feet tall. With long onyx coloured hair partly braided, two glowing green eyes, pointed ears and a face so ... handsome yet scarred, menacing and well honestly a little terrifying. He looked like a death promise to those who look him in the eye.

・Some of his teeth are sharp as well, and he challenges anyone who looks in your direction.

・He's completely attached to you, because why else would he want to be around other people, other beings?

・His name? He was happy with being called Cannibal - but you told him he couldn't be out in society with it. So his 'human' name is: Vorzhul.

・The Cannibal/Vorzhul is very wary of others; as his time has been spent alone. He doesn't know how to converse with others without coming off as ... slightly crazy.

・That's one of the reasons why he becomes so attached to you. Not only because you are his bonded rider, but because he feels like his walls can come down.

・He can be quite funny at times -

・Particularly when he mind-speaks during something important.

・When you're feeling down, he reminds you that: "I'm eternally yours."

・So now you never feel lonely. Or that the world is against you. Because someone always has your back. No matter what you say or do.

・The knowledge that certain dragons can shift, is only known by certain people. High ranking people. Ones who have blood sworn not to tell another soul.

・One maester, your parents and the Hand of the King.

・Marriage is a difficult subject.

・Some shifters will allow their bonded to marry another. But not yours.

・Even if it is tried, he will turn into dragon form and eat those who come to marry you. And their families.

・So it is either, he marries you or a war will break out.

・When he's in his hybrid form, Vorzhul is able to understand English and High Valyrian. With some people he pretends not to know English and lets them talk shit until he responds.

・They usually excuse themselves (basically running away)

・When he's in his dragon form, he'll only take commands in High Valyrian though, just like every other dragon.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

No Social Skills (The Cannibal/Vorzhul) x No Social Skills Either, That's Why We're Bonded (You)

Undying Loyalty x2

"Think they'll try us?" x "Fuck I hope so."

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Found Family

Intertwined Destinies

Legacy and Legend

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys

I Need You by James Newton Howard

Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・As you would think, he is completely dominant in bed. Rough; hands gripping you tight against him, teeth sinking into your skin without a second thought.

・His tongue decided it liked the taste of your skin, and started moving further and further downward. And then he pushed your legs apart and devoured you until you came three times ... in a row.

・His animalistic nature could not hold off when he was with you - the suppleness of your skin, the way you trembled underneath his grasp.

・He laughed when you finally wrestled to sit on top of him, only for him to buck you off and roll you onto your back:

"You will have to try better than that little one."

・He felt primal around you.

・Like a peace he never had, had finally found him.

・And sex was more than pleasure; it was about connecting with you. Becoming one with you.

"Just let it stay in a little longer ñuha jorrāeliarzy (my beloved)"

You whispered back, "elilla (honey), you are too big, and it hurts."

He huffed and with a frown, slowly slid himself out of you.

"Are you pouting!"

"No."

"You are!"

"No I am not!"

[parlapina]

[dewdropdinosaur]

Green May Be His Color

ALASTOR x READER Summary: Alastor has a crush on you and gets...shall we say - possessive. Warnings: Make-out scene and implied smut. Rating PG-13 For the dearest @anon-of-the-void REQUESTS OPEN

In the bustling underworld of Hell, where demons and overlords roamed freely and the souls of the damned wander, there existed a peculiar yet charming figure known as Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon. With his toothy grin, a penchant for chaos and macabre humor, he was a force not to be trifled with. Except by one. 

Amidst his devilish and intimidating face, there lay a side and secrets only known to one other: Rosie, a fellow overlord and Alastor’s best and one of few friends. Rosie was well-acquainted with the inner workings of Alastor's mind, particularly his peculiar fascination with a certain dead mortal soul named Y/N. Y/N was unlike any other sinner, with a charm that transcended the boundaries of Hell itself. She had caught Alastor's attention with her old fashioned wit and grace, though he dared not confess his infatuation with the cannibal town resident.

Little did Alastor know, his affections were not as clandestine as he believed. With mischief gleaming in her eyes, Rosie concocted a devious plan to bring the two together.Rosie, with her sharp wit and mischievous nature, saw an opportunity for amusement. She knew of Y/N's fondness for tea and gossip, often indulging in such pastimes with Rosie herself. 

One evening, as the flames danced in the infernal sky, Rosie extended an invitation to both Y/N and Alastor for a tea gathering at her lavish abode. Unbeknownst to Y/N, Rosie had already informed Alastor of the rendezvous, igniting a spark of excitement within the Radio Demon's heart.

As Y/N arrived, her presence brought a sense of warmth to the dimly lit room. She greeted Rosie with a warm smile, unaware of the scheming glint in her friend's eyes. Alastor, ever the gentleman, tipped his hat in acknowledgment, his crimson eyes alight with hidden desire at the more free flowing attire his secret paramore was wearing. 

The tea flowed freely as conversation drifted from trivial matters to the depths of the underworld. Rosie, with her quick wit, subtly steered the discussion towards matters of the heart, all the while casting knowing glances at Alastor. The Radio Demon, though adept at masking his emotions, felt a tinge of unease stir within him. He knew what Rosie was playing at and was thankful for the oblivious nature of his crush. 

As the evening progressed, Rosie's playful banter grew more pronounced, her words laced with feigned flirtation directed at Y/N. Alastor, unable to contain his jealousy any longer, felt the inferno of emotions raging within him. With a sharp inhale, he rose from his seat, his gaze locking onto Y/N's. Rosie, with her devilish grin, played her part to perfection. She engaged Y/N in playful banter, leaning in a tad too close, and fluttering her lashes in feigned innocence. Alastor, observing from the sidelines with a mix of amusement and jealousy, felt his heartstrings tug tighter with each passing moment.

As Rosie's antics escalated, to actually near caress and Y/N embracing her friend back - Alastor's patience wore thin. Unable to contain his emotions any longer, he stepped forward, his presence commanding the attention of both Rosie and Y/N. With a flourish of his cane, he rose and coughed loudly. 

“Pardon me ladies, may I borrow you for a moment Y/N? I wish to discuss something outside.”

“Oh..of course Alastor. One moment Rosie.”

Placing their cup down on the side table, Y/N rose and followed Alastor down a long hallway till he stopped abruptly. 

In a moment of recklessness born from desperation, Alastor pinned Y/N against the nearby wall - encasing them between his arms as closed the distance between them in a swift motion, his lips capturing Y/N's in a fervent kiss. The room fell silent as time seemed to stand still, the air thick with anticipation.

After the kiss, Y/N's heart raced with a mixture of surprise and warmth. She pulled back slightly, meeting Alastor's intense gaze. Each one’s breath heavily with affection and lust.

“Alastor... I... I didn't expect…”

Alastor, his crimson eyes ablaze with a possessive fervor, cut her off before she could finish. “Expectation is for the mundane, my dear. But your presence in this infernal realm has ignited a spark within me that defies logic and convention.” 

“I suppose love has a way of doing that, even in Hell.”

Alastor's jaw tightened, a flicker of jealousy crossing his features as he glanced towards Rosie, who observed the scene with a knowing smirk and a low growl. 

“That infernal minx... She knew exactly what she was doing, toying with my affections like that.”

Y/N chuckled, placing a reassuring hand on Alastor's arm “It's alright, Alastor. Rosie's just... playful, you know?”

Alastor's grip on his cane tightened, his frustration evident as he struggled to rein in his emotions, gritting his teeth.

“Playful or not, I won't stand for anyone else trying to claim what's rightfully mine.”

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at his possessive declaration, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she whispered softly, staring at his lips. 

“And what exactly do you consider to be "yours," Alastor?”

Alastor's gaze softened, the fiery intensity giving way to a tender warmth as he reached out to cup Y/N's cheek.

“You, my dear. Your laughter, your company, your... affection. All of it. It belongs to me, and me alone.”

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her eyes locked with Alastor's in a silent exchange of understanding and acceptance.

“Well then, I suppose you'll just have to keep me close, won't you?”

Alastor's lips curled into a devilish smirk, his possessiveness giving way to a newfound sense of determination as he leaned in close once more. 

“Oh, you can count on it, my dear. I intend to keep you closer than anyone else ever could.” Slamming his lips back into hers, that hallway ended up being taken of its innocence. 

And as Rosie listened on with a satisfied smirk, she knew that her mischief had borne fruit, paving the way for a love that defied the very fabric of their world.

[hauntedandmurdered]

This is by far one of my favourite shots which did not make it into the movie. By approaching the protective glass between them, Lecter tries to intimidate Clarice. However, she wouldn't back down but returns his gaze on an equal footing. No surprise her strong will power enchanted him, honestly.

[somewhere-in-the-trees]

The Cannibal’s Canción by Gloria Anzaldúa, from Borderlands, 1987.

[fresanita]

Angel Dust Turns Human Pt8

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 Pt7

IM SO SORRY FOR THE QUALITY OMG💔 this is so embarrassing; I was uploading the images through my laptop (cuz it's more efficient), and I thought it would look the same on my phone; I guess not☹️...I PROMISE it looks better when you press the images (IM SO SORRYYY😓!!!)

Anyways, it's confirmed now! Angel was deffo a cannibal: like father like son🫡. Idk if I'll explore any further on this topic - as I don't think it'd be something angel would prefer to delve any further about (which will be shown), however just know that he did eat humans unknowingly before knowingly🤫! The first time he eats a human is the exact moment Alastor decided he'd keep the boy to himself once and for all: a declaration🙂!

BEFORE ANYONE ASKS!! Ik vaggie asking Angel about the human thing seems abrupt, but she's a smart gal - also Alastor totally revealed the cannibalism through the joke he told so she was deriving from that and Al's whole behavior going on w Angel‼️ Sorry if the pacing seems rushed, I've just been😮‍💨😮‍💨

Don't judge me for how I drew the food on Angel's plate; I know it literally looks like a lump of shit, but pity me for Idk how to draw food😐...

Sorry this part was short, but I hope you liked it!!!♡

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[whineofglass]

Romantic cannibalism is to love in a way that is fundamentally messy, raw, sacred, & tender…so intrinsically aligned with the core of human nature, stripped bare and untamed. It’s carnal desire and the likeness between devotion & the urge to devour.

[dive-nire]

“I will kiss you until you bleed my blood, and I bleed yours.”

[dumplingprincessextraordinaire]

🦴🥩❤️

[ghost-realms]

My Sweet! Housemate will have an Itch and Steam sale (20% off) starting tomorrow for winter! 🎄 Happy holidays everyone! 🎄

[glittergroovy]

The Sharpest Lives - My Chemical Romance

[loverangels]

hi!! can you do a lee x female reader where she finds outs she’s an eater after accidentally killing someone and then goes to lee in a panic and he tries to calm her down?

(sorry if this all jumbled 💔)

The red means I love you

Parings- lee x reader

Summary- lee shows you everything is okay and that the red means he loves you.

trope- cannibal lovers?? If that's a trope 👄

warnings- murder, gorey description of flesh and blood, cannibalism , not proofread, drabble

It was never supposed to happen. It was an accident. But it wasn't truly convincing as you stood in an isolated farm the warm sun- warming the sticky wet feeling of the blood lathered over your hair, body and clothes.

You stood over, the now still corpse, the smell of blood still waving under your nose, but now it didn't seem appetising.

You felt sick.

You had killed some random farmer in his own farm not far from his farmhouse, which you now wondered if it held his his family, and you had eaten him after you bought eggs and milk. Right there and then.

Pieces of dewy flesh was still stuck in-between your teeth that were no longer pearly white. Your white cotton shirt was barely clean anymore your now red shirt was far much evidence of the crime you commited. The egg and milk splayed across the grass long forgotten .

Up until now you never understood your craving of blood and flesh.

Maybe it was because it was the farmer first who had been cat calling you and making comments at you from his barn, across from your side of the pavement, walking on the side of the empty road when you made your way to purchase eggs and milk, that caused you to act out.

Or maybe it was because you were hungry and it was about time the bad habits you denied made you snap.

But whatever it was couldn't come now

Not when you had met someone

Not after you had met lee. Lee who understood you. Lee who you loved. Lee who had your firsts. And lee who wanted to live your future with.

Lee who was coming to pick you up right now.

The eggs and milk that you had paid for with the money he gave you, were now ruined on the grass- with you drowned in blood and hovering upon a ripped dead farmer- you knew it would scare him.

Your blood ran cold as you tried looking around for an escape. Maybe for a place to change your clothes or wash the blood off but standing in an empty barn with an isolated road you were stuck.

Trying to think of an escape route for your current situation, you didn't notice the shadow of a figure making is way towards you.

You only seemed to realise when it called out your name.

You snap back to reality to see him stalking towards you eyes squinting from the sun.

You panicked as you saw his eyes slowly peel wider, his eyes slowly drifting down the state of your body to the bleeding corpse Infront of you.

You closed your eyes and swallowed the lump in your throat as you awaited the disgusted screams and revolted shouts that would escape lee.

But they never came.

Upon the sounds of groans and flesh being torn the fresh sweet smell of flesh wavered beneath your nose replacing the tangy dried blood.

As you reluctantly opened your eyes, you were met with the sight of lee crouched upon the farmers body he was clearly feeding on the body.

Eventually he pulled away a hand wiping at the thick blood that was coated around his mouth and chin, blood splattered on his face and dripping down his neck. His tank top now seemed to match yours.

He grinned as he stood up , walking towards you, his grin faltering when he caught onto your panicked look and your wide eye gaze.

His bloodied hands cupped your face.

'i didn't know you were an eater? I couldnt smell it off you how-'

You ripped yourself from his grip shaking your head 'no no no' you panicked your breath becoming raggedy 'I am not.. I am NOT an eater. I don't know how-this was a mistake I don't...' you trail off ' I wasnt thinking-'

Lee grabbed you back into his grip 'listem what you did back there' Lee paused 'that's not normal. You ate him. You ate the farmer. You are an eater and no matter how many times you deny it you will always come back to this situation. Just accept it. I did. I know it's hard but we can't help it. Its either this or we maul ourselves to death. I watched the whole thing and he deserved it okay?'

Tears brimmed in your eyes 'lee I don't know what to do I- ' your eyes drifted over his body 'youre covered in red'

Lee chuckles 'im here for you okay and I'll show you every step of the way this is nothing to be ashamed of.'

He glances at the body beside the both of you 'we should dig the body and then wash up in his farmhouse. He should have some extra clothes. We'll stay here for a bit and then get back on the road with his food and money.'

He cups your face again and presses his bloody lips against yours, passionately your lips melted against each other, before slipping his tongue in your mouth allowing you to taste the coppery taste of blood.

After pulling apart breathless he rests his forehead against yours.

'you see this. All this blood?

The red means I love you.'

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