#tw autocannibalism

[calilks]

cromch :3c

[artificed-blossom]

straight up why the fuck did jimmy do that. WHAT was feeding curly his OWN LEG going to do

[tea-and-secrets]

i eat my scabs. sorry

i forgive you

[someonehasgiventheratsapen]

Goretober day 1: rotting

Ok so I'm posting this like a week late (whoopsies) bc I was super busy haha

Trigger warnings: blood, gore, rot, bugs, torture, force-feeding, (edit bc i forgot) autocannibalism, self-harm scars below the cut

This is my oc Wyatt, from a WIP ive been working on for like three years now bc i keep forgetting to work on it.

Yeah so the story with this is that he was being tortured by Anthony, the TV show host ghost or whatever, and one of things Anthony did was cut off Wyatt's hand, let it rot for a few days, and then force feed it to him. In the actual story he did it a bit slower than in this comic---I think it was one finger at a time, then the palm in chunks---but for the sake of brevity I drew it this way ^_^

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

Not enough people lean into the horror of super regeneration enough. Like I need a character put into a situation where they have no access to food and as a last resort have to do auto-cannibalization. Where the answer to "How did you survive?" Is "I heal fast" and that is the only answer until people realize why it's the only answer.

It's a terrifying concept that I hope you can comment on.

tw, Cannibalism/Autocannibalism (cannibalism of the self), starvation and malnutrition.

The thing is, your body will begin to auto-cannibalise as a way to heal itself, even without your direct intervention. If you are lacking nutrients, like calcium, your body will draw the calcium from your teeth and make your teeth rot and decay in order to feed the calcium to the rest of your body. But, if you regenerate, then your teeth come back, and your body can take them again, and again, and again. And it's not like your body will stop, it needs the nutrients, and it'll never be enough to just siphon them from your body, you'll keep losing hair and teeth, and your body will be so broken to try and fix itself because that's the only way it knows how to heal certain issues.

Your body is built to eat itself when it's distressed. It's why you suffer from frostbite, your blood is literally taken away from your extremities to protect your vital organs, your body will sacrifice parts of itself to secure the longevity of the whole organism. Fingers don't matter when it's the heart that pumps blood.

So even if they refused and held off for as long as they could before physically biting at their own flesh, they were already consuming themselves long before that, likely in a long, painful cycle of their body destroying itself and breaking down only to reset and have it all happen again.

But that would probably be like a long-term starvation situation.

[localhypnoarts]

Omnomnomnom tastes like fish (w/ lemon)

[the-great-io]

*he removed the bandages, taking a bit of the flesh, before rewrapping it...he proceeded to swallow*

......

[dorian-gaye]

Hunger.

Posted 21st January, 2024

[sir-qwillian-ferne]

OC lore for Avemour! (Not all up to date, copy pasted from my lore doc)

TWs: Child abuse, child neglect, domestic abuse, child murder, mutilation, cannibalism, self harm, 80% of the parent figures are terrible (I like my parents, idk why I did this), autocannibalism, species-ism (pure blood vs muggle born type deal), genocide, self hatred, and yeah there's more but it's implied at this point

Avemour was born to a high ranking pure-blooded false-angel lord who had quite a bit of territory, very respected man, and a demon lady. They were not supposed to exist - the product of a poorly thought out one night stand. Hybrids were very rarely successful, and even then they didn’t often survive very long, so it was not a concern.

In exchange for keeping quiet, to save his rank of ‘purity’, the false-angel lord allowed the demon lady to stay as a servant, provided basic necessities for her and the children.

Yes, children.

There were twins: Euka and Aveliss. Euka was named by the false-angel lord, and Aveliss by the demon lady. The demon lady wished to name Euka Avemour instead - as a sort of twin thing with Avemour and Aveliss - but the false-angel lord wouldn’t allow it. The children, once old enough to manage (six or seven), were given tasks of their own, treated as servants as well. They were forced to grow up young, essentially, but their mother would take responsibility if they ever failed their tasks.

Unfortunately, when Euka and Aveliss were between nine and eleven years of age, their mother was executed in front of them by humans under accusations of being a witch or something equivalent (this is like 2000 years ago and I’m not familiar enough with human history to say for sure but, yeah). Aveliss took the protector role for Euka, making sure to keep them safe. They’re mature for their age (because constant scrutiny does that to ya).

One of the false-angel lord’s enemies (he has a lot, he’s as terrible a person as he is a father) managed to somehow discover the children’s existence and genealogy. They wrongly assumed that the false-angel lord was keeping them as servants and hidden on the down-low to protect them, and decided to kill them to send a message. And so, on their fourteenth birthday, Euka discovered Aveliss’s mutilated corpse in the kitchen.

To add salt to the wound, the false-angel lord forced Euka to clean up the corpse and blood. What a great birthday present.

Aveliss’s grave, hidden deep within the forests of the Farlyxe (False-angel lord’s last name.) territory is the beginning of present Avemour’s rainbow forest. More on that later.

After Aveliss’ death, the false-angel lord kept a closer eye on Euka, essentially forcing them to become his personal assistant just to make sure he didn’t lose another child. Not because he cared, but rather because it was blow to his pride for his child, as illegitimate as the child was, to get killed. He eventually discovered Euka’s unique ability to sense emotions and used it to his advantage in meetings with other rulers.

Another servant of the false-angel lord's, an odd creature named Charlotte, became Euka's friend. Because I have a headache right now and can't be bothered to add more detail, Euka pretty much ate him because they were starving.

Euka met a demon prince this way named Zelzimonte. The false-angel lord despised demons, but Zelzimonte’s mother was a powerful ruler, and thus the lord was cordial with her [at least, he was going to be until he could take over her empire]. Euka and Zelzimonte were both instructed to learn more about their respective enemies, but became close friends.

Meanwhile, the false-angel lord marries another high ranking false-angel and has a child named Veroziel. His mother kinda just exists. She isn't important. Euka is the de-facto babysitter, and they do not like children, especially Veroziel, because Veroziel got the childhood they were supposed to have.

As Euka grew older and their demon horns + wings started to grow in, the false-angel lord tore off the wings and snapped the horns. Euka was left passed out in a pool of their own blood.

At least they have Zelzimonte. But as you’ve noticed, there is a pattern with the people Euka cares about getting hurt, so this happiness doesn’t last long. Zelzimonte got captured by nonhuman hunters (he's a prince but he's not very smart, and also false angel and demon culture both have the mindset of survival of the fittest) and so he ended up selling out Euka to save his own skin.

And that is how Euka lost their angel wings.

Euka eventually slowly got closer to Veroziel, and realized that the false-angel lord wasn't treating him very well either. Sure, Veroziel was the heir and was treated significantly better than Euka, but was still rather neglected and emotionally berated often. When Euka was around 23 (still a teen for false-angels, not adult) and Veroziel 7, Euka ran away with Veroziel. They got a stable job, friends, a babysitter….

And one day they came home to find the babysitter dead and Veroziel crying in the false-angel lord's grip. Euka was an important tool, with their emotion sensing capabilities, and their sad excuse for a father wouldn't just let him go that easily.

In order to ensure Veroziel's safety, Euka was forced to sign a magic contract that they would work for the false-angel lord. In turn, Veroziel would be unharmed.

At some point, Veroziel's mother died to illness, the false angel lord remarried. Three more children were born: Ertix and Quinceri, twins, and then Azailenne.

Euka killed the false angel lord to protect the rest of their siblings. Their stepmother, who was abused by and terrified of the false angel lord, helped them cover it up. Euka took on the new name of Avemour, the name they were meant to have, as well as their mother's last name. Euka Farlyxe was dead in the eyes of the world. The illegitimate child Avemour Succulen was 'discovered'.

In present, even Veroziel has long since forgotten Euka.

Oh and at some point Avemour fell in love with a human but when the human found out Avemour wasn't human tried to kill them because he turned out to be a nonhuman hunter.

Euka destroyed a town at one point under order of their father.

The rainbow forest is Avemour's little slice of territory. It covers the ruins of the town and centers at Aveliss' grave.

[layne-thepencilthing]

i do love me some autocannibalism

[showfallmediaarchivist]

[TW! GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF AUTOCANNIBALISM, DISCUSSIONS OF TORTURE, DESCRIPTION OF INJURIES,ETC. READ AT OWN RISK.]

[Transcript Begins.]

[The camera is propped against something, angled towards two standing figures, one leaning on something and another on the floor, the latter being slightly obscured.]

?: Sparrow! Is that the last can of soup?

[Voice identified: Mari.]

?: Sí.

[Voice identified: Sparrow.]

?: Ah, shit.

[Voice identified: William.]

M: It’ll be fine… Uh, someone just needs to go and find more food.

[One of the figures in the background looks up, then at their arm, and begins unwrapping a bandage discreetly.]

W: Yeah, Yeah, it..should be fine. I could do a run tonight, maybe break some vending machines on the way.

?: I could go with, not like I have anything better to be doing.

[Voice registered, waiting on a name.]

[The person in the background continues to unwrap the bandages, glancing at the other people in the room.]

Sp: Hm…

W: I need to stretch my legs, don't worry about it. Need to get used to running again!

[The figure finishes unwrapping the bandages, they look at their arm for a few seconds, before finding a part without a healing wound, and sink their teeth into their flesh without a moment's hesitation. Blood drips down from where they bit, in one fluid motion, they rip their arm away from their mouth, taking the chunk off with a concerning amount of ease. Before chewing and swallowing quickly.]

Sp: Turn around.

[The two figures turn at the prompt, Mari instantly sprints towards the figure. Punching them in the still wrapped up arm.]

M: WHAT THE FUCK DUDE? DON'T FUCKING EAT YOURSELF!

?: Wh– huh?

[Voice identified: Edgar.]

[Will reacts slower, taking more time to process what just occurred. It runs over after a few seconds, and instead of saying any words, he drops to its’ knees beside Edgar, hugging him.]

M: YOU BIT INTO YOUR ARM! DON'T DO THAT… You don't have to do that anymore…

E: We… we’re out of food. I thought I’d just use up less resources if I…

M: THAT'S STUPID! WE CAN GET MORE… Don't fucking do that, it doesn't help! In fact it's worse because it makes us worry!

W:..Should be some biscuits.. behind those boxes. You aren't..wasting resources.

E: I– are you sure?

M: YES! YES WE ARE SURE!

Sp: Eating flesh. Is very dumb. Not healthy.

E: Well, I mean. I guess it is…

[Edgar pauses for a bit, staring at the ground in front of him. His eyebrows crease inwards.]

E: [Shakily.] Why did I do that…?

[Sparrow quickly responds, their tone sounding less monotone and more caring.]

Sp: Trauma response. You did that in the closet for. So long it's ingrained in your head.

[Will nods along.]

W: It's only natural that you would revert back to that, it's habit.

[Edgar looks up at the two, an expression of fear on his face.]

E: W– Will, you r– read the journal. R– right?

W: Only, if I feel you want me too. Don't like, doing it without permission. Do you..want me to now?

E: Yeah. P– page 6.

[Edgar shakily slides a journal over to Will.]

W: Thank you, I'll just..

[A few pages are flicked, before it rests on what appears to be the wanted page. His eye moves as he's reading, before it widens and Will stills. He gently places the book down, and grasps tightly on Edgar, hugging him like it's the end of the world. The Archivist's face is obscured.]

W: Oh, no, Edgar, no..it's.. fine. Its fine. Okay?

E: What the fuck do I do, Will. This is the third time within a few days that I’ve done this.

W: I dont- I dont- ..we'll figure something out. It's fine, I promise. We'll work something out. Don't worry.

[His grip appears to almost tighten, pulling the taller closer.]

E: I’m fuckin’ terrified, Will. What if I’m stuck like this until I fucking die? What then?

W: You won't be. Not possible. I promise. Listen to me, I promise.

[Edgar goes silent, staring at the new wound on his arm.]

Sp: You will be fine. I believe in you.

[He glances at Sparrow, before beginning to cry.]

W: [gently] You're okay Edgar, You're okay. Deep breaths dude. Shhh.

M: Sorry for screaming… I'm just worried.

[The man gives a shaky thumbs up to Mari, unable to speak.]

[William's just trying to calm Edgar down, repeating the same actions.]

Sp: Everyone is worried. Thus is human nature correct? You worry when you care right?

W: Yes, yes, exactly!

Sp: Hm… Maybe Rose was right, maybe I am a therapist by blood…

W: Oh, definitely. Inherited from the best. [Aside] I need to grab bandages.

?: I was going to say, uh… It's nice y'all are trying to calm him down. But he is bleeding.

W: On it! Should be some from earlier that are clean..

[Will lets go of Edgar, quickly using the wall to manoeuvre itself near a set of bandages.]

M: Still need to come up with a name for you until you remember yours.

?: Mari. Get back on topic.

M: DUDE! I'm just saying the truth

W: antiseptic? Anyone?

Sp: Catch.

[Sparrow throws something into frame, hitting Mari in the head with it.]

M: OW!

W: Oh- oh no-

Sp: You are bad at catching.

M: YOU THREW THE FIRST AID KIT AT ME!

E: [Quietly.] This g– group doesn’t need any more head trauma.

Sp: 90 percent of that head trauma is yours. So it doesn't count.

W: That's true. Mine technically got fixed, therefore am exempt.

Sp: No it didn't. I am not dumb. Do not lie William.

W:...DEPENDS ON WHICH WE MEAN-

Sp: All of them.

M: Sparrow chill.

Sp: Wrong.

[Will walks back over to Edgar after grabbing the first aid kit off of Mari.]

Sp: I am not wrong. Edgar and Will might as well be tied for most head injury.

W: [A chuckle] who's keeping count?

Sp: I am.

E: Really?

W: I am so glad that isnt my job.

E: Hm…

W: Right, this one's going to hurt, okay?

Sp: 7. Edgar has had 7 head injuries.

E: That you know of. And yeah, I know the drill.

W: Cool, okay

[It is shown he puts something on his fingers, and gently places it on the wound, moisturising it in.]

Sp: Be careful. We can't fix an infected wound.

W: This, in fact, should actually stop that, for now. Gonna have to reapply it soon though.

E: Yeah, there’s no mask to cover up the pain from infected wounds this time, so we should definitely avoid that.

?: Hm… Now there's two people we have to apply that shit to, cool.

Sp: There has been two.

M: Speaking of masks… Uh… We need to talk. Just us three.

E: What, like. You, Will and…?

M: You. Mystery lady, take Sparrow far enough away.

?: Yep.

[The lady walks out of frame, a few seconds lady the sound of a wagon being dragged is heard.]

M: So… You two ready?

E: For what?

[Wilbur tilts his head, indicating that he is in fact listening, but still focused on wrapping the wound.]

M: So, Y'all remember how me and Sparrow were hiding in the burger king before right? We were there when their mask was broken…

[Mari sighs.]

M: I went there the other day, the bits of the mask weren't there. And I promise you, the bits were there the whole time until the other day.

W:..couldn't have anything to do with Emi, could it?

M: Edgar? You know anything?

E: Um. I might? But you aren’t going to like it.

M: What? What is it?

E: So… My memory is a little fuzzy, but I remember Emi sending something that had the word ‘find’ in red. And… that’s the colour sparrow tends to use. But it could just be nothing.

M: Unlike… She would shall not be named, Emi seems to plan shit… Down to the wire, it… Fuccccccccccck

W:...they said something to v1rus when she..hm. [He clears its throat.] Was going to make me watch as they remasked Sparrow. Not sure if it was an empty threat but..better time than ever to bring it up.

?: Spiders.

[Voice identified: Adam.]

E: What?

A: You. Heard me. Spiders.

M: FUCK YOU’RE RIGHT FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

[Mari repeatedly says the same word for roughly a minute.]

E: MARI– [A cough.] Ow– dude. Chill out.

Sp: [Distant shout.] I HAVE A PLAN.

M: Wait… Wait… Holy shit that's right the thing Sparrow was talking with Jenny about. They do have a plan

E: For what? I… sorry. Everything is blurry right now. For the mask? Or for something else?

M: Sparrow… Told Jenny, they were going to talk to that AI in their dreams… Try and soften them up. It could work. [Aside.] The AI was made by Mai so.

[Mari coughs.]

M: The AI, trickster, whatever. If softened by Sparrow, wouldn't be an issue. We could remove the mask easier if Emi did something.

E: Uh, so… okay. I have a bit of information on masks that may be crucial. Adam mentioned the spiders, and… you know what those are, right?

M: Yes, what info do you have.

E: Alright, assuming those things did something to that mask, which seems likely. Based on your reaction. It might be very difficult to remove, no matter what we say to the AI. My mask had the same thing, those spiders were… I think inside of it? I’ve had a lot of experience with them, more than I thought.

[He clears his throat.]

E: My old mask had these… legs? That would latch onto anything they could reach if the mask was taken off. I very vividly remember someone trying to remove it, only for one of those legs to latch onto the back of my throat. It… hurt. A lot. Those masks are able to reattach themselves on their own. Which will definitely be a problem if that’s what’s happened to Sparrows.

M: Can't we just break it over and over?

E: If you want an army of robotic spiders to go after you, yeah. Those things are like a fucking hivemind or something. I broke one once and then I ended up with Adam.

W: They kind of are, I think.

E: Mhm. And they’re fast.

M: Break the spiders.

W: Not that one! He's not doing any harm.

E: What? What on earth are you– ACK–

[Edgar flails his right arm into the air, startled out of the calm-ish state he was in.]

E: HOW LONG HAS THAT ONE BEEN ON THERE.

M: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST KILL IT KILL IT!

W: since you began talking about them! I'll get him hold on-

E: Don’t kill it! That will bring every single one in a ten mile radius over here!

M: I DIDN'T KNOW THAT!

E: Leave it alone! It’s harmless by itself. [Quietly.] I think.

[William lunges over to the spider, carefully scooping it into his hands. Instead of destroying or putting it elsewhere, he simply holds it.]

W: whys it so cute oh my gods it's adorable oh my gods.

E: Wh– you can’t be serious.

M: I… What. Anyway! What do we do if Sparrow gets masked?

E: Mari. There’s still a spider in here. That is Showfall tech. We need to deal with that first.

W: Edgar. By that definition I am also showfall tech. Let the spider be, hes merely a mechanic doing his little job. He can't help it!

M: One, William you worry me. Two, I mean… Isn't Adam also technically showfall tech?

E: I mean– yeah? But Adam didn’t violently rip stitches out of my back because he wanted to redo it. I don’t like those things.

W: They had good intentions! Plus, they're just doing what they're programmed to do! Little guy.

Sp: [Distant.] NO OFFENCE. BUT BY THAT LOGIC. YOU GUYS CAN'T HATE VIRUS. OR MANAGER. BECAUSE THEY ARE ALSO JUST “DOING THEIR PROGRAMMED TO DO” IN A WAY. HYPOCRITICAL.

W: They have a consciousness, even Manager can distinguish what's right or wrong. Or..could. but V1rus can, and acknowledged it. The spiders have no consciousness. Merely programming.

E: Manager uses all of their consciousness to make up quips, I think. It’s very obvious that at least a portion of that goes to one liners. I wonder if he used to be a theatre kid.

M: Hm… Off topic but, Will. I had a really stupid idea.

W: already sounds stupid. I'm in. What is it.

E: No, you’ll hear the idea first. You are NOT in. Not yet.

M: Ok, Virus has a physical form right?

W: Yup, used it to torture me, carry on?

M: What if Sparrow gave virus a big hug… Or therapy.

E: Okay, I’m going to stop you right there.

W: That's not even stupid , thats just murderous. Virus has said that she wants Sparrow dead. Not a good idea.

Sp: [Distant.] WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO?

E: Also. Let’s not use the 13 year old as a therapist, alright? I’ve been there. It does terrible things to your mental health, let me tell you.

W: Yeah,no, rather have myself be cut open again than have Virus near Sparrow. You saw what Zey did to me, on a “Good night “.

E: On the topic of people who want sparrow dead. I think we should not let them spend any time with PR. Remember when Cassius tried to lure them out to fight them? Because I do.

M: EDGAR- [Mari sighs.] We have fucking been over this. Wanna know something? Truly do you want to know something?

E: Sure. But if you try to change my mind on the guy who killed one of Ness’ friends and then sent her half-eaten heart to her work, then it’s not going to happen.

W: Edgar. Hush. Let them speak.

M: PR has had… Multiple chances to kill me. Multiple. Am I dead? Am I edgar? You might not trust them… Hell I hate a good amount of them. But they have helped dude. So cool.

W:..Cass doesn't want to hurt anyone I'm close to, if he can help it. Sparrow is safe. At least there.

E: …

W: Mari and I have talked about this before as well, dude. For a solid few hours they thought I was becoming like them. But. The actual PR members - beside Eden and Nicholas- helped.

E: I really can’t trust them. Not yet, at least. I’m sorry. I just… I can’t.

M: Fine, you don't have to trust them… But you also don't have to be an asshole. I might dislike some of them, but I'm still civil most of the time.

W: Exactly. You don't have to trust them, but trust us.

E: … alright. Fine. But if one terrible thing happens because of this, I swear to god.

M: If one bad thing happens, I'll stab my own eye. How about that?

E: No. don’t.

W: we don't need more loss of eyes.

M: Fine… But yeah, please trust us.

W: I want to say though. Eden and Nicholas are exempt from that because everyone hates them there as well. Ophelia has killed Nicholas and probably would kill Eden too if given the chance.

M: Also, um… Speaking of Ophelia. Ness is actually still alive because of Ophelia.

E: Hm.

M: Ness has been… Doing stuff with and for PR… To keep the people in the apartment safe. One night at a nightclub… Someone tried to hurt Ness… Ophelia saved her.

E: Fuckin’ hell. Fine. Sure. I’ll trust them a little. Alright? Happy?

M: At least stop being an asshole. That's all I ask.

E: Fine!

Sp: You should all quit. I have a headache.

?: [Running.] SPARROW DON'T FUCKING DO THAT-

W: HOLY- WHEN DID YOU GET HERE?!

Sp: A minute ago.

[Edgar glances at the people in the room. Before moving to stand up.]

E: Can I…? I need to stretch my legs.

M: Can you what?

E: … Go on a walk.

W: …can I come? If that's okay?

E: I… sorry, Will. I need some time alone. Maybe next time?

W:...okay. Sorry.

E: Don’t apologise, you’ve done nothing wrong. I promise. I’ll… be back at some point.

[Using a crowbar that was nearby, Edgar moves out of frame, mumbling ‘see you later’s to each person.]

Sp: Yep.

W: be safe, please.

[Transcript Ends.]

[iamamon123]

Warning, suicide wish, hallucinations, etc

Everything here is serious, I might sometimes joke around, but not anymore, I'm serious.

I have little shits in my vision ever since the last time I saw that bastard

They won't let me sleep from fucking paranoia and my autocannibalism issues are coming back

I've been trying so hard to just get off of many obsessions, but I just can't. I'm so tired, so fucking tired, I just want to end myself and bring an end to everything. My temper is getting out of hand, and I'm starting to lash out at people, even people I love.

I just hate it

Why do I have to be so sensitive all the time

I feel like I can't even move without putting on my binder because it's the only thing that makes me feel safe. I'm so scared of reaching out to people because every time I did before, they always brushed it off.

I don't want to sound "emo" or like an edgelord but it truly just feels like no one understands me.

I'm so tired of living, but I can't bring myself to actually end it because I always end up somehow wussing out. Why can no one take me seriously other then my own fucking brain.

I even named the voice of my brain Brian because I was so tired of just feeling so alone. Now I don't want to be with anyone, I hate being with people because they fucking annoy me and make me emotional. I feel like I'm unpredictable to myself because I don't know how to describe myself all because I react differently to so many things I can't even remember and it's confusing me.

I want to hug someone so bad that I'm even playing with my own hair and pretending that I'm laying in someone's lap, but I don't want to be with people. At this point, I don't even care if what I hug is a corpse, I already hug plushies, so there's no difference in dead bodies Instead.

They're both unmoving and not annoying, corpses just don't last long, and decay. They make more mess once their organs start failing, which happens like 12 hours after the death, and how am I even supposed to get corpses??

Honestly, I think maybe just a mute SO would be better, no sound and less annoying. I can also make them play with my hair, and they last longer.

I can't even bring myself to eat anymore. My stomach hurts so much. I just want to rip it out, I'm tired of having organs. They don't make me feel full. They keep me alive. I don't like that.

I'm just so tired of everything. My parents don't believe in psychiatrists, so every day I'm just asking myself what the heck is the problem with me because I have so many symptoms to so many things I've read about and i feel like I'm fucked up and i want to fix that but it doesn't let me, I just want to cry.

[tea-and-secrets]

if i get top surgery do you guys think theyll let me eat them after ive read some stories about performance artists eating parts of their own bodies after surgic interventions and apparently its legal so idk i feel like it would be funny

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[worms-and-apples]

recently found an old scrap of writing on how it feels to eat one's self!

"He quickly grows bored of the taste, and chews his way into his fingers, the bone splintering.

Now this, this he seems to find heavenly.

He keeps biting down, the sickening wet crunch of the apple and his flesh mixing together. The air doesn't smell sweet anymore, rather metallic and utterly organic.

The blood drips down his face, mixing with the juice of the apple, but he does not stop. He keeps chewing and chewing, until the apple is gone and he is chewing down his own arm, the tendons and muscles severing with one strong bite."

[risenbysin]

"We both know you're right, deer, but pressuring him isn't going to change his mind. It'll only make him double down."

[mrmushroom1031]

I got a paint thing for Christmas so here's a painting I made of Snow White + the reel I posted here at 3am of me painting

I swear on my life it wasn't planned there's content in the video

TW: BODY HORROR, AUTOCANNIBALISM, BLOOD, HUMAN HEART