#tw Auto-cannibalism

[m--rtyr]

Sorry if you already have a post on this or smthn! But I’m really curious as to why Aph would cannabalize people in MyS? And also is this a trait that’s in ur MCD rewrite? 👁️👁️

Can u maybe plz ramble about this bc I love the concept and I’m curious

(idk how coherent this is it was 1:30 when i wrote it and i haven't reread it lmao)

TW: Cannibalism, auto-cannibalism, sacrifices, blood magic etc

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okay

mmhm i can do that! i do have like 800 posts about cannibalism, but i don't think i've spoken much about it in my MyS rewrite.

Okay, basically, all of the aphverse series are somehow connected in my rewrite. Aside from maybe MID since it's set on earth… but like, MCD, MyS, A Royal Tale, Mermaid Tales, etc, all connected somehow. Every version of Aph is a reincarnation of eachother, aside from MCD Aph, who is a slightly more complicated case.

BASICALLY, Irene is an asshole. She had a lot of power, which she gained through sketchy means, and used in the form of sketchy magic. Particularly, she used a lot of blood magic, which was the form of magic which predated even her and Shad. It's a particularly taxing form of magic, and it requires a lot of sacrifice (literally). Blood magic requires blood sacrifices, and lots of them, which Irene was lucky to have from so many many people, giving her a lot of freedom with her usage of it. However, specific sacrifices held a certain… magical value. Due to the emotional aspect of human sacrifice, it was the form that gave the most power. All that to say, with all the magic that Irene had left after the war, she decided to pulverise herself completely. She knew that she couldn't die properly, as a god, but she could destroy every speck of her physical form (save her heart, which remained intact). 

However, from the immortal pool of gore and viscera left behind by her death, Avra (my version of Aphmau) was born. This would be fine, if not for the fact that blood magic was what bound Avra into form (an SK got hurt moving through the temple, and the blood landing upon the stone did count as a sacrifice, even if accidental). This melded blood magic into her very being. The only other relevant occasion where blood magic is melded into someone is THE SHADOW KNIGHT TRANSFORMATION PROCESS. And that is complicated bc technically the SK is the sacrifice… its weird, Sks are weird. ANYWAYS, my point is that force-joining a living entity with blood magic causes them to have a very, very strong desire to consume juicy, juicy meat. For Sks, this often manifests in the form of craving the meat of the creatures they fear eating the most (Sks who have a fear of rats will want to eat rats, Sks who have a strong moral compass will want to eat people). However, as Avra's body was constructed from the immortal blood of a goddess who received a whole lot of human sacrifices, wow she now craves human meat (especially human hearts) above all else. who is surprised? but she will settle on others. This is because creatures of blood magic do not oft receive sacrifices, and so have developed to instead hunger for meat, and such, gaining their power from consuming the hearts of their prey.

This hunger is given many names. The Calling, The Hunt, it's a whole thing. It's all-consuming, and painful, and Avra struggles with it often.

ONTO MYS, this hunger carried over through reincarnations. I've made the small decision, pre-poll completion, that her first displays of cannibalistic qualities happened when she was young. She would bite other children often, and chew very aggressively at the skin of her fingers, and inside her mouth, and such. Her fingers are scarred from this, and she keeps her nails short bc the longer they are, the easier they are to tear off with her teeth. that said, she likely wouldn't actually eat anyone until much later on, even though she would frequently have intrusive thoughts about doing so throughout her life.

other characters who are Blood-Bound will also experience some displays of auto-cannibalism, biting tendencies, extreme love of meat, etc, though most are not as severe as Avra. They were merely transformed with blood magic, she was born with it connecting her every fibre. 

[rottenluna]

ppl be like: “omg yes time to put my comfort movie on!”

the comfort movie in question:

(It’s me, I’m ppl 🫀)

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I was reading your tweel analyses posts and came across the little blurb of Floyd and Jade eating octopus in front of Azul and seemingly relishing in it because it might unsettle him and they're little shits. their fave foods having octopus in them makes sense since it's part of a diet of moray eels

here's a question I don't see many asking: does Azul eat octopus dishes? I think everyone is aware that octopus can (and do) cannibalize each other (even self-cannibalize) but he is still an octopus merman. do you think the animal based mers like the octatrio view the animals they share similarities with as a completely separate species from them and therefore not care when eating them? or is it sort of like a human and big ape thing, where it is highly uncomfortable and generally frowned upon?

[Referencing this post!]

I think Azul refrains from eating octopus himself! The reasoning being that… well, it’s really a gut feeling that’s informed by my observations of the Octatrio’s interactions.

If he looked annoyed watching the twins eat octopus, then that indicates he feels a certain way in that scenario—a discomfort or irritation which would then extend to his own dietary habits. If Azul did eat octopus, then why should he take issue with his peers doing the same? If both moray eels and octopus dine on octopus, why would he only be distressed in one scenario and not the other? Why would Jade and Floyd go out of their way to eat tons of octopus in front of Azul and bring up mentions of how delicious his merform is, if not to tease and unnerve him?

I do think that merpeople view non-sentient sea creatures they share traits with as separate beings in the food chain. This is why the twins can eat regular ol’ octopus without an issue. However, I also think that eating a creature that is of the same “type” as you (ie Azul and an octopus) is seen as morally wrong, as they too closely resemble the merpeople in question. This would be similar to how humans are fine with eating cow, pig, and chicken, but are far less willing to consume primates. It’s the “human” part of them—of us—our consciouses calling out to us and letting us know “hey, this is wrong”. The only thing I can really find to support this is how Jade says his least favorite food is a conger eel. (But his dialogue suggests he has tried it before and doesn't like the texture.) He and Floyd are morays, which is a different kind of eel... So does that imply that eating others is okay (ie other kinds of eels) so long as they aren't your exact species (morays for the twins)?

Merpeople may be part man and part fish, but I believe they are mainly human with additional fish traits and attributes; their thinking and behaviors are still very human, so I feel they share some similarities with humans in their moral and ethical codes.

The difficulty with half human/half animal fantasy races is that there will always be the debate of how much their animalistic side plays into their behaviors and how much of that can be overridden by their human side. For example, just because Leona is a lion beastman doesn’t mean he can’t eat vegetables, he just does not like them. This is in spite of lions being carnivores (ie exclusively dining on meat). We also see (or it is implied) many merfolk and beastmen eating food that would harm or kill their non-sentient counterparts (such as candy and chocolates during Halloween; you’d think they would otherwise express repulsion if offered what is basically poison to them). The “beastial” TWST characters in general don’t seem too strict on their food intake (specialized diets for athletes aside), so my guess is that their intakes lean more toward the omnivorous intakes of humans rather than the diet prescribed by the animals that are a part of them. After all… if Azul ate octopus, bro would be nomming on his own arm or something (since auto-cannibalism is a thing among octopus) 😭

Side note: Azul considers eating squid ink pasta in book 3. This is probably the closest we'll get to seeing him "eating octopus". Makes me think that it's acceptable to eat like... body parts and byproducts of other animals but not of the same species as you (ie chicken hearts vs human hearts).

Imagine walking in on that though????? I’d say, “Sorry to disturb you, sir! I’ll see myself out now,” then slowly shut the door and back away…

[menherayamikawaii]

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[bungeepuppet]

that raises an interesting point...

[gingerrhd]

Inktober 2024 day 29

You're own fear can only sustain you so long

Even with a fear god beaming the singular thought of "hunger" into ur brain, maybe take a step back before you take a bite of the closest thing to you

[honeyymeat]

Everybody talking how they wanna eat him/her or anyone but fuck it i just wanna eat myself

[entityverse-utmv]

Content Warning: Fictional depictions of: Auto-Cannibalism, Disordered Eating/Thinking, Unreality, Body Horror, Self-Mutilation, Gore. Continue with caution.

Let me know if I should tag anything else!

Void's Origin.

For as long as I can remember, I've always been hungry.

My bones ache with it. My magic is tight against my bones as I feel the yawning emptiness swallowing me from the inside, out. I'm starving—the hunger is maddening. I raise my fingers up to my mouth, feeling saliva pool in my mouth before overflowing. In this great emptiness, there is no sound as it drip, drip, drips down my jaw and into the dark infinity.

There is no sound. Nothing to look at. Nothing to smell, taste, or touch. Just me—just as it has always been.

...

I'm not sure how much time has passed in this Great Nothing. What brings me back to awareness is a sensation—new, strange, in this sensationless existence. Pain, my mind whispers. Sharp, stabbing, warm. Like my saliva before, something drips from between my fingers. The flavor of it is strange, the smell...metallic. Blood, my inner voice supplied. I become enamored with all of the input- the pain, the smell, the taste. Three sensations I'd never experienced before.

I relish the experience, as the new, new, new liquid falls into eternity. Shoving more of my hand into my mouth to be consumed, desperate to feel full—first my right, then my left. The pain is all-consuming, but I can't stop myself. No matter how much I devoured, I still felt hungry.

I twisted to consume my legs next, contorting awkwardly to reach them as my body slowly drifted through the Nothing, as if suspended in space. Soon, they were as my arms; but still I felt no fuller.

The pain was now in the stubs where my arms and legs had been. But it was also in my stomach—just as crampingly empty as it had been before.

I screamed. In rage, in agony, in despair. There was no sound—for there no were walls, no friction for my cry to bounce from. But my agony was felt all the same. Would I ever feel fulfilled? Would I ever know anything other than this emptiness?

Suddenly, a flash of blinding light cut through the darkness.

I blink open my eyes, a third liquid that leaked from them rendering my sight blurry. Tears, my thoughts helpfully informed me once again.

The light was intense; blinding, to someone who had never known it before. It was first white, and then there were so many colors—more colors than I could count. First it was everywhere, and then, like something was stealing it—eating it—it all sucked inward, and then imploded.

The first star.

The first thing to appear in this endless Nothing aside from myself.

Suddenly, the Void was no longer the only world. There was something new.

Perhaps it had something in it to eat. Something that would finally fill me.

The blood that poured from my sundered limbs writhed around me, twisting, hardening into a grotesque approximation of new limbs. I don't know how long it took. It could've been mere seconds, or years—but I reached in front of myself, flexing my digits experimentally, before willing myself to fall.

I fell through the air; there was no resistence, no sensation of momentum as I plummeted. My new toes gently touched flat, invisible ground. I wobbled unsteadily, having never used my limbs for their intended purposes before. A shaky step forward, then another. And another. I started walking, then running, dashing towards the new star.

I didn't know what I would find once I got there...but I had the feeling things were finally going to change.

[cannibalism-creep]

after care is so important guys *starts licking the blood off my wounds*

[noctilionoidea]

me, reading somthing relating to cannibalism: I wonder what I taste like

me: … oh

[m--rtyr]

🦜 i feel like cannabilism dosent start until s4 cuz,,cabin in the woods during winter and snow storms…but shes def been doing freaky things her whole, eating raw meat, possibly causing animal deaths and eating them, yk just casual stuff. i also agree w jenny anon tho, i think being lil freaks just runs in the family

Tw, eating disorders/PICA, ocd, cannibalism, auto-cannibalism (self-cannibalism), skin picking

I’ve been discussing it on discord actually, and we were talking about how if she began showing cannibalistic tendencies as a kid. Sort of similar to PICA, in a way (but not PICA, since most pica definitions state it has to be ‘non edible’ object.)

Like she had a habit of biting kids a bit too hard, and chewing at her nails, and the insides of her cheeks, and picking at her scabs to eat them. Mostly auto-cannibalism, but with some external biting occurring. It would likely be diagnosed as an OCD, on account of it mostly presenting as the auto-cannibalistic traits, but whether or not it would actually be an ocd isn’t something I’ve properly researched.

And so it’s kinda things like that which could also influence the cannibalism starting date. Because it doesn’t always need to start off as hunting mfers down to eat them. Sometimes it’s just a mentally ill kid who gets a bit of a taste for human flesh.

But yeah I agree. Regardless of when it starts off (s4 being a pretty good starting point), shes always been… weird.

[rottenluna]

I just wanna hear you scream 😈🖤

[crackersandjuice]

food as a metaphor for love but it’s more like (auto)cannibalism as a metaphor for love

[sotogalmo]

6 (afternoon) — 6:18

StarsAligned AU braindump,,,,, thinking about this AU:3

(Again, I'll continue to say this, the og AU is made by @scribble0rat . This is my version of the AU)

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Okay. I've been working on the biology and the diet a lot. But I've been re-reading/reading some pictures I have gotten for world building. And I've been trying to understand the body of bats and (I suppose) hedgehogs (but I might change the animals!)

I'll be talking about diets, since that will be around the biology of the species: Selíternãmiss. But I'm also thinking of talking about Comet's mentality and such (he is,,, I did kinda talk about his problems and all, I think?) (I'll interchange with Comet and Blackberry, since I bet there's a lot of characters called Comet— so yeah)

But first!

Biology of the species!; First of all. I'll be using arctic animals, as the approach for the Selíternãmisses. They lives on the moon, and the moon is very fucking cold; “Temperatures near the Moon's equator can spike to 250°F (121°C) in daylight, then plummet after nightfall to -208°F (-133°C).” but the whole that, in the old it was said to us, that he never saw the Sun; so in short, im thinking that the rest of his kind, also never saw the Sun. They had to make due with their own light that they produced from the Master Emerald— which also provided for their own fire/fire (without their own body to provide their own body heat, yk?).

Coming from ectotherms(the M.E being their "Sun"; heat from the Sun- ecto; outside) to endotherms(ndo; inside)— once the Master Emerald was taken back to the Echidnas due to (whatever reason; maybe when the echidnas have noticed something wrong with the M.E? Smth smth, maybe similar to what I said in a previous post about StarsAligned?)

Maybe living on their moon would be more similar to the Ice Age? The bigger the Selíter, the more "wooly mammoth" they are? I don't know. That idea just came to me-

Besides that though. Embarrassingly, I'm taking inspiration from Omegaverse (Orphic had it, and well- it's nice-! In the way that the author executed it. It's very interesting to me too... But it also helped in many ways! Just wanna say that). So- yeah. There's that, which can explain the intersex choice; but I will be trying to do it, right-! (Won't be the best though). I'll do my research for it all.

Anyways. That also leads me to talk about the diet! I've been meaning to talk about that part for a long time, actually.

And so, I'll do just that—

Diet is a mix of the spotted bat and hedgehog. But I think, I'll have more emphases on meat, yk? Or maybe, not really since both herbivores and carnivores can survive well in the winter(cold weather) (well, without some changes to what they do in the winter; herbs having a changed digestive system to eat bark, and such. carnis eating on dead bodies/etc. but I think the carnis survive more well in the winter).

I think, though, that they would mainly eat very small animals; bugs and such. To survive. If small "spark demons" can give them energy(spiritual energy), then small bugs can give them energy(for the body). They wouldn't really eat berries and fruits all that much I think.

They need energy, and they need it in a bigger size (bugs for small wild animals) to survive the days (nights?)

Which makes me go back to the biology of the Selíternãmisses. To live in the dark, they either do echolocation or they have good eye sight. Maybe both though.

But I'll probably go with night vision moreso.

And just an idea for the whole diet thing, if ever to go south (which it will, unfortunately). Oh! Before I go and talk about how I have changed some characters that will be inspirations for Blackberry and how he does things, I wanna talk about another thing for the diet and biology; I'm thinking of giving them tusks (from the lower jaw, instead of fangs from the upper jaw. I dunno I just think that tusks would be cool, and with the way it helps some of the animals that I've looked up? Yeah. I think tusks would work for them, but maybe I'll go with both again? I dunno which works well-well though)

Now. Imma say the characters that are going to help me from now on with Comet and the Selíternãmisses;

Horror sans by Sour-Apple-Studios! (he's actually a big help in this,, in some way he helped me with the whole diet and the approach i want to do with Selíternãmisses)

I think that's the only change? Imma keep Silver, Rouge, Gallerian and other characters that I've chosen to help me with Comet. I'm just adding Horror sans, cuz I can and I honestly think it would work in very morbid ways and well- I mean. Comet's whole deal of being the last of his kind, having no memories, and dealing with damage that could at least leave him screaming (but he doesn't!), and then getting small flashbacks of... What I think is fire; the reason why he's the last of his kind. I wouldn't really hold back on how crazy his life would be in a 'sickly peaceful environment' (it's all gone, except anything that is weirdly clean. Everything that made him, him, is gone. His family, and everything. His planet might've been- practically ruined! The animals, the food, etc. I wouldn't pass cannibalism)

[theredofoctober]

MANNA CHAPTER 2: SUPPER

Dark!Hannibal Lecter x Reader x Dark!Will Graham fic, TW for eating disorders, noncon, abuse, drugging, mild Daddy kink (it'll all make sense).

This chapter is chronologically 2nd in the series.

Keep reading after the cut

Blood in your mouth; you've bitten your inner cheek in your sedative state, auto-cannibalism under the eye of vague attendants. Both are male, featureless, moth-men with closed wings.

You glance from one to the other, grasping foolishly at memory, not yet finding its edges.

"Dad?"

The figure on the left ejects an awkward laugh.

"Which one of us is that again?"

"A moment, Will," says the other man, and through the ether of sleep you see his face, the etching of an aesthete, that which you have seen before.

Hannibal. Dr. Lecter. An enemy in the seat of a saviour.

"Give her time to wake," he says, "and to acclimatise to her environment."

"What's going on?" you ask, rubbing your hands across your face in an effort to rouse yourself. "Where am I right now?"

"You don't remember what happened?" asks Hannibal, his absence of brows arched. "You are in my home, where you will be staying for the foreseeable future, under my care. My colleague, Will Graham, will be assisting me in looking after you. I hope that while you are unhappy with your situation, you will be cordial to him."

A tableau— Hannibal trapping you against the door, your knee bruising his male sensitivity, intimate as newlyweds in the clinch of your rash violence—slows your thoughts with its artistry.

You remain too sluggish, yet, to fear Dr. Lecter as you did in his office. Every feeling seems performed by some spirit in your place, a girl who died here before you, leaving a breath of her sorrows in the walls.

"Are you a doctor?" you ask the man named Will Graham.

He blinks at you as though perturbed by the question.

"No," he says, shortly. "I lecture in criminal profiling for the FBI. Occasionally, I step in as a special agent on crime scenes. I'm here to offer my insights on your case, I guess. Haven't decided quite what they are, yet."

You sit up, frowning.

"But I'm not a murderer."

Will smiles, the curl of his mouth quite unpleasant.

"I know. Doesn't mean I can't get inside your head, though."

He is unfriendly, and oddly furtive, his expression dancing between moral objection and a grudging interest in you. Segments of his conversation with Hannibal pluck at you delicately: he is present only under duress, any curiosity a provocation on Dr. Lecter's part.

You glimpse an avenue for escape through the younger man's sensitivity.

"So... you're a cop?" you ask, carefully.

Will coughs out a laugh.

"Not exactly. Why, worried I'll arrest you?"

"No, but you should arrest Dr. Lecter."

Hannibal delivers you an amused look.

"I have no concerns with the legalities of your treatment. Will would not incriminate himself in any act that would be to your detriment."

You worry your lower lip with your teeth, wondering how much of the truth Will Graham knows.

"So... am I in trouble?"

"Why would you be?" Will enquires, but the question is directed at Hannibal, who coolly answers.

"She assaulted me in her efforts to leave my office."

You stiffen as Will's expression clouds with a new darkness.

"Are you hurt?"

"Fortunately not. I could have been, but I was prepared for resistance. A poor start to our relationship, nonetheless. I think an apology is in order."

Threat is inevitable in that statement; you look for windows, doors, any potential exit, knowing well that you cannot move fast enough to pass your jailers without intervention.

Will says your name, the suddenness throwing you like the recoil of a gun.

"Apologise to Dr. Lecter."

"She was frightened, Will," says Hannibal, generously. "A stray animal unused to human contact, she cannot help but bite in the terror that we mean her harm."

Yet he does mean you harm, means to play with you as an orca does a seal it kills, an inversion of his own metaphor.

Will shakes himself, turning from you in reluctance to meet your gaze.

"You said she has to learn," he says, through gritted teeth. "We need to reinforce boundaries with her. So either she apologises, or we have to punish her. That's the way this works, right?"

Fear opens your lethargy with a surgeon's precision.

"Punish?" you cry. "What are you talking about?"

Ignoring your interjection, Dr. Lecter says, "You are correct, Will. For certain plants, a framework is needed for them to grow. What trellis must we build to guide our clematis to its most majestic heights?"

Will regards his friend thoughtfully.

"What's your suggestion?"

"There are two options that occur to me," says Hannibal, watching as you claw yourself against the headboard with both hands. "The first is that we begin the initial step of her recovery with a hearty meal. I was informed by her family that she has not eaten since yesterday. It is not too late for me to prepare dinner. If she will not eat, then I have the means to encourage her to do so."

Dr. Lecter turns aside, allowing you to glimpse a feeding tube posed gracefully on a tabletop. You have long feared this tool, which even previous therapists have raised as a possibility for you, should you not end this starving strike. Never had you pictured a day this horror would find its becoming.

Terror licks at you as readily as a flame.

Starting forward, you grip Will by the wrist, unhinged in your desperation.

"Don't let him do that to me."

Will looks down at your hand with displeasure, yet he doesn't attempt to remove it, enduring your touch with grimacing obligation.

"And the other option, Dr Lecter?" he asks, thinly. "It's been a long day, and I don't know if I have the energy to step in as orderly to a violent patient without preparation."

"I am sure that you would handle her proficiently," says Dr. Lecter. "But perhaps there is another method we can consider, first."

He takes Will aside and murmurs to him; the fragments you discern sound as ambiguous as the language used aloud.

The younger man takes on a cornered look.

"I... can't do that," he protests, his posture sharp with discomfort. "That could open up a whole host of new problems for her."

"Or it could impress upon her the necessity to listen to her guardians," says Hannibal. "I will join you, if it will persuade you."

"Doesn't that go against the confines of your role?"

Dr. Lecter smirks, his fine-jawed features made truly handsome.

"I will enact discipline, also. But it will not be the first tool that I apply."

The two men approach the bed together, one on either side of you, apparently united in their purpose.

"What are you doing?" you cry, although by now you've a sense of it. "Stay away from me!"

"These are the conquences of resistance, little one," says Hannibal, closing the space between you. "From now on, I suggest that you comply."

You scramble backwards only to come up against Will Graham, his arms a cuff around you.

"Don't struggle," he snaps. "I don't want to hurt you any more than I have to."

"No! No!"

Child-like, you find yourself reduced to simple denial, fear snatching the very language from you. You are all trembling fragility beneath Will as he shoves you, face down, on the bed; you turn your head back to look at him, glimpsing a flash of clenched teeth, eyes with a bear's indifferent hunger, something sickly, and soulful underneath.

You think, this man is not well, then bark out a startled scream as he forces your head frontwise, a fisherman's rough hand on your scalp, oppressing you in its unthinking violence.

"Face him," Will barks, pushing you for emphasis. "He's the one you injured."

You comply, feeling on the very cusp of death.

The man on your back manoeuvres you on all fours to his liking, the stave of his hard want crushed against his jeans. His comrade holds your arms down, though you could not move them at the devil's request; stillness is your ally, submission where a fight would cut your throat.

Hannibal looks at you with the cruel serenity of an angel, in all his justice. He touches your tear-scaled cheek with solace stolen from husbands and fathers; when he tips your face to his, you know what he will take from you, have felt the omen of that kiss.

It is intimate, gentle, kinder than any touch you've known in years. You blink, dismayed by the lust that roots itself from gut to cunt in its tangling wisteria.

"What— why?" you stutter, the feel of his lips on yours a reverberation that long remains.

"A treatment from bygone times," says Hannibal, patiently. "Although widely frowned upon, sex was once implemented to allieve many ailments. I find value in it, still."

"No," you say, aware of Will's arousal at your entrance. "I mean, why did you kiss me? Why would you do that?"

"You ache to be cherished, and so you will be. Alas, it may be many months before you see me as the friend you crave."

"You'll never be my friend," you sneer, and regret the barb as Will thrusts against you, having unbuckled his jeans to free himself to your imprisonment.

There is an arc of sore horror as his cock bolts within, making butchery of you in his taking. Will's arms are either side of you, the bars that cage such a sow; he smells of sweat, and Old Spice, and dog hair, and now of sex. You sob drily as he ruts your vulnerability against the mattress, as he sucks the skin of your neck in his teeth and bites until a ring tattoos your throat.

That mark is a staple of sexual assault, you'd read that somewhere, a sigil of the taker's power.

Limp, you let him use you, fucking you in so harsh and primal rhythm that you can think of nothing but its pattern.

What ill of yours earned this brash causality? Why, of all patients, has Hannibal taken you up as his toy?

"Stay there," Will grumbles, as you arch your back in a spasm of gilded agony. "Don't move."

"I have her," says Hannibal, and he guides you up onto your knees, his chest flat to yours as Will ruins the atrium of his desire. "Teach her what she will endure, if she will not accept our aid."

You cannot stand to be torn apart like this, a beast between your legs, and another touching your breasts and waist as though your partner in a waltz, all courtly chivalry.

"Please, Will," you moan, but he has thrown aside his reason, swept up in this gourmand's pleasure.

"Hurt me the way you hurt Dr. Lecter and you'll really wish you hadn't," he says, and you shake your head in a frantic falsehood.

"I won't. I swear I won't."

Will is fire, and you are ash: he is pain and delight, a conundrum. He puts a hand to your neck, holding your head upright as he fucks you, and growls against your ear sharp threats that sell you to silence.

Hannibal stares at you in fascination. You feel it pour over you like tar, glazing you with the shame of your illness having made you his object.

Dr. Lecter is of an evil Will is not, setting you both before him to observe your every response.

Later, he will write notes about this; the hands that glide your body now will itch for the pen, to lay out all you are on paper, and memorialise your suffering.

Does he truly think that this will help you? You don't believe it.

This night is his experiment, that which he might take apart like a pig's heart to show its working to students of science. Will is Dr. Lecter's pupil, and he is moulding the man to be as he is, and though it is Graham that fucks you, it is Hannibal you hate the most, the God that set this all into motion.

Will's breath flutters at your ear, and he stills, only the part of him within you left flinching to a vicious end. Hannibal steps back from the bedframe, smoothing down his suit of creases with elegant hands. As Will struggles up to join him, you crumple forward, sodden and stammering, a headache starting to beat at your temple, the hangover of Dr. Lecter's drug.

Yet when the younger man places a hand to your jerking back, you accept the touch, wanting even so poor a substitute for love.

"Daddy," you whisper. "I want to go home."

Will jerks away from you, staring at his own hand with abject revulsion.

"What have I done?" he asks, and there is an undercurrent of awe to the words that you do not quite understand.

"You did what you had to," says Dr. Lecter, smoothly. "What was needed."

His colleague shakes his head, his gaze dropping floorwise.

"No. She's seriously ill. She should be in a hospital ward, and I— we—"

"Will."

You cannot stand the fondness with which Hannibal addresses the other man, grooming him to such extremities of evil. He lays a hand on Will's shoulder, and he relaxes into the touch, an unconscious softening of his inate angles.

They stand together as if alone in the room, Dr. Lecter's face almost in the crook of Will Graham's neck.

"She is quelled," he says, quietly. "Tomorrow, she will eat the breakfast I make for her with the memory of this correction, and in time, she will learn to thank you for it. Even to love."

Still, Will lingers in the doorway, watching you wind yourself into the coverlet to nurse the wound of his making.

"Is she going to be alright?" he asks, nervously.

Through sodden lashes, you see Dr. Lecter guide his colleague into the hallway, as a strict father might the mother that coddles an infant that screams to be held.

"Let her sleep," he murmurs. "Her dreams will be woven with our teaching. Soon we shall see what tapestry will be made."

They leave you there, descending into opiate darkness. You slumber, but you do not dream, only lie with your hand over the heat these heathens have struck in what was before a lampless under-earth.

Your hunger follows you down into the castles of sleep, loyal to its creator.

[gingerrhd]

"Bud you ain't getting much meat off that, I'd give up"