#tw implications of cannibalism

[daily-airimomoi-vitamins]

[uagh, my head]

[...]

[my...head?]

[....mine...my....I...me]

[...]

[Your head hurts, it's pounding. You very slightly open your eyes and]

[oh]

[there's blood.]

[you're lying in a pool of blood. Some of it is on your head...drip drip dripping down your face.]

[some of it isn't yours]

[you're just barely able to lift yourself off the ground. It smells terrible. Like an awful concoction of flesh and sanitary alcohol. The ground...it's colder than before. This is not the same floor as the one you fell on.]

[you...recognize this place. It's in worse condition but...yes...yes you remember]

[I... remember]

[that girl. In the back. This is where you found her before-]

[oh god. The blood and her memory. You hated the implications.]

[that corner, where she sat. She seemed so lonely...The thought of her tired eyes and small composure...]

[...that corner, a machine. It's blade doused in blood. It hasn't been cleaned]

[....a meat grinder?]

[your eyes widened at the thought. You quickly covered your mouth and shook your head, trying to rid yourself of the disgusting thought...]

[..Finally, you arise. Your legs are shaky, your head and hair damp with blood and cold sweat. What the hell are you doing here? How did you get here..?]

[you recollect what happened....Did she hit you over the head, or did you pass out? Perhaps, your head hit the floor too hard. Whatever it was, it didn't matter now. Now, your priority was to get ou-]

You're awake.

[..the pharmacist. She looked so oddly bleak. So...empty]

Took you long enough..he..haha...

[ah, that smile. But it just wasn't the same. Her eyes were narrowed, her arms in her coat pocket. She continued to chuckle]

Haha...heha....you really...really couldn't let this go, huh?

"..."

"..What did you to her."

hmph...I thought I told you before. She's dead...you know, I hate repeating myself. It's so fucking annoying. I fucking hate it.

Yeah, sure, I've kinda enjoyed all this. But do you know how much of an annoying little brat you are..? For fucks sake, and to think...I wanted to help you.

"H-help..?"

"are you being serious right now?! Help?! Since when has what you're doing been help!?"

...hm. I don't think I want to answer that.

[She moved off the wall, and starting to circle around you. You felt trapped]

"No-No that's not how it works. You've ruined my li-"

What life?

[She turned her head to you, inching closer]

What sort of life have you lived? What life are you remembering, hm? You don't have a life, not anymore. You're life isn't yours. Both of us. We do not live, we don't have lives.

mm...haha...

[She turned to the machine, putting her finger inside and swiping the blood off of the blades. She put her thumb in her mouth, wiping her mouth]

This life, wasn't alive either.

[You felt physically sick. You were fighting the urge to throw up, right there and then. You're fists clenched]

[You had so many questions....]

[Your eyes drifted towards the machine, a shiver down your spine following along. You swiftly looked behind you towards the corner of the room, thinking of that girl]

[snekky-arts]

In the Woods Somewhere

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My (admittedly belated) piece for Halloween!! Because Sometimes you have to draw your blorbo covered in blood : )

Face detail below

[madmanwonder]

Grimmborn!Blake: *Leering Expression* “I do love the sweet scent of a fresh meat~. And you look good enough to eat too~!”

Sun: *Nervous* “Do you mean you find me attractive or do you literally want to eat me?”

Grimmborn!Blake: *Twisted Evil Grin* “Yes.”

[a-particular-quetzalcoatl]

Me when I realized that Cabernet does not, in fact, literally eat people: ...Next time, perhaps.

[poetergeist]

TO CONSUME IS TO BECOME.

i wanna put you in my mouth,

clench my teeth, grind your bones fine, choke on the dust they leave behind.

i wanna crush you in my jaws,

your blood dripping from my lips, flesh stuck between my teeth, fur caught in my throat.

i wanna swallow you whole,

feel your warmth against my soft palette, bruising and bleeding all the way down.

i cant ever be more than this,

a monster, hungry, near-rabid, foaming at the mouth.

i can be whatever you want me to be,

a pretty little thing, mild-mannered, quick-witted, sharp-toothed.

i dont wanna have a soul.

i want you to show me what i am,

shine a light on the whole of me, the terrifying entirety of me, the starving hulk of me.

i want you to destroy all of me,

reduce to ash what i was and shape me anew in your image.

i wanna hold us in this moment forever,

press you close til we combine, pulsing beating hearts in tandem, blood pumping in sync.

i wanna leave this world with you,

tangle our souls together, spirits bound, conscience joined.

i wanna fuck our bodies into broken shells,

chase the bliss of your warmth like a hound on a rabbit, feet beating the earth, a primal rhythm in pursuit of ecstasy.

i wanna go to hell together,

follow your scent like a predator on a trail, shatter the pearly gates, drag you kicking and screaming into the pit of my stomach.

i wanna put you in my mouth.

[itmightaswellrain]

i am very pro-content warnings and believe they contribute to more involved and informed audiences plus they allow people to find and/or avoid niches but. is it my moral obligation to warn about cannibalism if it is

a) mentioned in a singular chapter

b) doesn't occur but is discussed very seriously

c) a major spoiler

like do I tell someone outright what they're getting into? or do I wait until they're further into the book so they understand why the Cannibalism Discussion is important to the gravity of the situation and not a red flag bc either way I sound crazy

[daily-airimomoi-vitamins]

"The girl in the back...:

[stop. Don't think about it stop stop stop]

"D-Did you...."

[You held your stomach and mouth, gulping, wincing, grimacing at your own thoughts. You didn't even want to think about this]

[Your eyes strayed to the machine next to her. She tilted her head, then grinned]

Ohhh, haha...You think I killed her with this? I could see why you'd think that...haa....but no, hun..

[The pharmacist closed into you, her soulless eyes piercing your body, stinging you in places you haven't felt affected in years perhaps 2 to be exact Your heart raced, her presence single-handedly making you panic]

She was already dead when I used this. Now...where she is now?

[She backed up on her heels, chuckling faintly as she leaned on the counter where the machine lay, biting her tongue and squinting her eyes]

I'll let you figure that out by yourself.

[..]

".."

[You felt your eyes widen.]

[You felt your stomach churn, your eyes drawn to her grin]

[you..didn't want to hear anymo-]

[no, I can take it. I have to]

[What. No, not I, "you"]

[..]

"W-.."

[you found it hard to speak]

"W...Why..."

[your voice was small and weak]

[like hers when she died]

[nono stop stop stop]

[alone and cold]

[no one to listened to her screams. no one to hear her plead for mercy]

[...]

Hm..."why" is an interesting question...

I needed to get rid of her, for your sake. I couldn't just kill her, I needed her gone, away, wiped away.

Simply hiding a body....it wasn't enough.

[She needed to feed herself upon her vulnerability...her pain wasn't enough, she needed her-]

Erased.

"..a-.."

"SO YOU ATE HER!?"

"WHA-..WHAT KIND OF LOGIC IS THAT!?!"

The type I use, if you couldn't tell.

Wow...how ungrateful..

"UNGRATEFUL!?! WHY WOULD I B-"

Quiet, Momoi.

"...m....mo-"

[mm...I know that name]

[doyou?doyou?doyou?doyou?doyou?doyou?doyou?]

[....]

..Grief takes many shapes..sometimes it's a feeling, sometimes it's a person in the back in your mind, someone you're convinced is real and in pain..sometimes it's a flower, one you think represents renewal, when it actually just means death.

And, it's a pain in the ass. It follows you around, no matter how hard you try to forget it, you'll always have a deep-rooted feeling of disparity. That is grief in it's true form. You can do so many things with your grief, but to help someone else is to consume their grief into your own.

..When you teach yourself to forget grief, you start to enjoy it. Like a drug, almost.

It hurts, but it hurts more when it isn't there, like something crucial is missing from your life..

[the pharmacist chuckled]

which is funny...because that's the reason why it's with you in the first place.

"...mm..what...do you mean.."

You know exactly what I mean.

[You do, don't you?]

[yes, I do]

....

[you want to move on]

@queenoforeos (here u go ^_^)

[slutoru1207]

Sinister!Mark x reader

TW: Non-consensual behavior (forced kiss, possessive behavior) Psychological manipulation (Sinister Mark’s obsession and controlling tendencies) Cannibalism mentions (if referenced) Violence & murder implications (his goal to kill this universe’s Mark) Stalking/obsession themes (his fixation on the reader) Unhinged behavior (his unstable and psychopathic nature)

The air felt thin. It wasn’t just fear squeezing the breath from your lungs—it was him.

You had barely processed what had happened before you were here, in a place too beautiful to belong to him. A meadow stretched out before you, vibrant and untouched, the kind of place that should’ve been peaceful. But peace didn’t exist when Sinister Mark was near.

His hands rested on your shoulders, a twisted gentleness in his grip. He had flown you here in a blur, no warning, no struggle—just an undeniable force sweeping you away before you could even scream. Now, you were standing in the soft grass, the scent of flowers clashing violently with the coppery tang of him.

Blood. Dried and fresh, clinging to his suit, his skin. He reeked of it.

And yet, his golden eyes were soft as he looked at you, lips twitching into a sick sort of smile. “God, you’re real,” he murmured, almost like he was in awe.

You swallowed hard, willing your voice to be stronger than your shaking body. “Mark—”

His grip tightened instantly, fingers digging into your skin just enough to make you wince. “No,” he snapped, voice sharp before melting into something dangerously sweet. “Not him. Not anymore. That’s not me. Not since I lost you.”

Your heart hammered in your chest. You didn’t dare move.

His eyes flickered, pupils blown wide with something unreadable—something wrong. “You don’t understand what it’s like,” he whispered, leaning in close, his breath warm against your cheek. “Losing you? It broke something in me. I tried to fix it. I tried to fill the hole you left, but nothing worked.” He laughed, soft and breathy, like he was telling some kind of joke only he could hear. “Not even them.”

Them. You didn’t want to ask. You didn’t need to.

His fingers traced along your jaw, slow and possessive. “But now… now I have you again.” His lips curled into a grin that sent ice through your veins. “And I’m never losing you this time.”

Your breath hitched. “Mark, you don’t have to do this—”

“I do,” he interrupted, eyes burning with something wild. “You don’t get it. He took you from me. He gets to have you, to touch you, to love you—” His jaw clenched, fury flashing across his face before twisting into something worse. “And that’s not fair.”

You knew who he meant. Your Mark. The one he was hunting.

Sinister Mark tilted his head, watching the realization sink into you like it delighted him. “Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed, voice syrupy and condescending. “Don’t look so scared. I’m not gonna hurt you.” His smile widened, teeth flashing like a predator playing with its food. “Him, though?*” He exhaled sharply, eyes darkening. “I’m going to rip him apart. I’m going to take everything from him. Just like he did to me.”

Your stomach dropped.

His hands slid down to your arms, firm, controlling. “And then?” He hummed, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead, sighing like he had missed the taste of your skin. “Then, we can finally be together again. Just like we were meant to be.”

Your pulse thundered in your ears.

Sinister Mark leaned back slightly, just enough to look you in the eyes, his own glowing with raw, unhinged devotion. “Aren’t you happy?”

It wasn’t a question. It was a demand.

His hands tightened on your arms, his grip firm but deceptively gentle, like he was holding onto something fragile—something he refused to lose again. His golden eyes burned into yours, searching, desperate yet dark with something twisted.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he murmured, voice low, almost reverent. “How many times I’ve dreamed of you, of us.”

Your breath hitched as his hand lifted, fingers tracing over your lips with a kind of careful obsession, like he was memorizing them. “And now you’re here,” he whispered. “Mine again.”

Before you could even think, before you could pull away or say something wrong, his lips crashed against yours.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate. A claim, a possession, a forceful reminder that you belonged to him—at least, in his mind. His fingers curled into your hair, holding you close as he deepened the kiss, drinking in the moment like he’d been starving for it. And maybe he had been. Maybe in his fractured, broken mind, this was the only thing that had ever truly mattered.

Your hands trembled against his chest, the warmth of his body contrasting the ice-cold fear crawling up your spine. His heartbeat was steady—too steady, too controlled for someone as unhinged as him.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath heavy but content. A slow, wicked smile curled on his lips as he exhaled like he had just found peace for the first time in years.

“There,” he murmured, brushing his thumb against your cheek with eerie tenderness. “Now the universe feels right again.”

part 2

[alexandriteobscuraarchive]

((The candy is absolutely, positively, undeniably 100% safe and organically sourced! Humans are organic after all.))

[a-hazbin-reader]

K so I loved your egg and dog, why not next a real kid. The cannibal kids, like the kids adore y/n when ever she comes to town to visit. They do multiple fun activities like makeing flower crowns or just somthing as simple as hopscotch!

(Proves y/n would be a good mom.)

Y/N would be a good mom!! I believe in her!!

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Children in mild danger, Cartoonish antics, Reader wants children, Alastor being possessive, Sad implications

Description: 👆⬆️

Alastor likes taking you to Cannibal Town, he likes that everyone there loves you nearly as much as he does

He likes showing you off and letting Rosie brag about you for him

Because she totally brags about you, not letting Alastor get a word out to say it himself

And the children all listen to Rosie so they quickly turn their attention on you with sparkling eyes and grabby hands

And you are immediately enamored with them too, giving them tight squeezes and gentle pecks on their chubby cheeks

It's adorable that the children have taken such a shine to you, really it is

"Y/N! Y/N! Come play with us!"

"Alright~ Alright~"

Not the littlest one leading you by holding onto your finger

And the way you indulge them just makes his heart melt, watching you play along with their antics

You mend their clothes for them, bandage their boo-boos, bring them snacks so they aren't tempted to gnaw on each other

Or you

Plus it gives him time to chat with Rosie or shop for surprise gifts for you so he doesn't necessarily mind it

Except those kids never seem to run out of energy or get sick of your attention

Sometimes he finds you surrounded by them, all of you snuggled up together and relaxed

Are those flowers in your hair?

Yes, yes they are.

Or you'll seek him out, one child on your shoulders and another in your arms, both asleep

But your husband wants to take you home and get some snuggles with you for himself

And cannibal children are fucking ruthless when it comes to something they want so he has to get creative to get his wife back

"Here~! Have some scissors! Run as fast as you can with them~!"

"ALASTOR!"

"Oh fuck-"

They 100% fight back though, those children are smart and ruthless, quick to realize Alastor is competition

That's part of why he likes the cannibal children so much tbh

They will literally throw him in a well if it means spending five more minutes with you

It becomes a cartoonish war between Alastor and the children, one with little malice but many dangerous antics on both ends

With you in the middle

You even start to play along, picking different sides at random and turning things into a game

It's totally not an excuse to watch your husband play with children and it definitely doesn't make your heart ache

Once Alastor stops to realize how you're looking at him and sees how much warmth your gaze holds then he starts to understand something

Something that makes his heart throb a little but he tucks it away for when you two are alone

Alastor starts to join you in hanging out with the children after that, enjoying the maternal side of you more than he would care to admit

And seeing him act even remotely fatherly is obviously doing things for you so that's a bonus for him too

You two are constantly followed by a gaggle of children now, the two of you looking like duck parents

If you run into any of the overlords then Alastor will pit the kids against them, telling them to get their Aunty/Uncle

Bonus points if its Vox and they take off a piece of him and bring it back to Alastor

They love biting their Uncle Vox~

They even visit you two at the hotel sometimes, all of them storming the building and wreaking havoc until they find your room

Not all of them trying to sneak into bed with you two as silently as possible

Okay no-

He's going to start locking doors now

Go ahead, old man they'll just break them down

Alastor totally doesn't make them Charlie and Vaggie's problem afterwards just so that he can have some peace

More cuddles with his wife please

"Alastor...we should get the children home..."

"Five more minutes, my dear~"

How can you say no to him when he's kissing your neck like that?

Five more minutes

He's amused when you try to explain away the love marks on your neck and shoulders in a PG way

Kids ask the silliest questions, don't they?

You always sigh happily at the end of the day once the kids have gone home, leaning on your husband

You look tired but happy, Alastor committing the look to memory

He catches you staring at the kids fondly and looking at baby clothes a little more often

Maybe you hold a baby for a little too long, voice a little too thick with emotion

It's obvious to him that being around the children makes you happy but also makes you wish for something more

And all he wants is his wife to be happy

So maybe he should have that conversation with you that he's been putting off for awhile

Alastor isn't really a coward, but when it comes to difficult conversations with you, he's definitely reluctant

He doesn't like to see you get worked up and if the conversation goes where he thinks it's going to go then...you're gonna get upset

Waits until the two of you are snuggled up together in bed, his arm wrapped snuggly around you

You're nearly asleep, happily breathing in your husband's scent and lazily stroking his chest

"Y/N...do you want a family with me?"

Now you're wide awake

🥹🥺🥹 literally me after this

[finxeydav]

TW for graphic content mentions: child murder, gross implications, and cannibalism

LOOK ITS THESE MFERS, lmaooo I hate them but I love there designs so so much so I wanted to draw them, but I’m very happy their deceased :3

I’ll be doing the pink bunny lady next, I just had a vision for these two and wanted to draw it out

[rhiaarrow]

Today's Ramble comes to you in the form of hundreds of hypothetical question trains that have been going through my head since Fit's lore stream.

There's no real structure to this shit since it's just been compiled in a draft over the past few days so it's a real ramble of nonsense!

TWs for; canon typical cannibalism, slightly graphic mentions of injuries (broken bones), corpses, vague suicidal thoughts, brief mentions of dissociation

Y'know the normal shit when discussing qFitMC of 2B2T! (if I missed any relevant TWs let me know 🫠)

This ramble is a longer one just because it's been compiled together but it's all qFit characterisation lore relevant so yeah! Don't worry if you get lost reading it or give up on reading it all. I did that and it's my own ramble!

Reposted because I originally published this at the fucking ass crack of dawn when no one is awake and it got drowned in the tags xD

I am a big fan of the character lore implications of Madagio's first words to qFit;

so all of these question trains lead back to this line here! I love it so much!

(God bless the bald man's storytelling ability. This single line and his cinematic scenes have had me bouncing off the walls for days so without further ado, enjoy the needlessly long ramble.)

When Madagio knocked him into the Cavern of Corpses it took over half his health and with no food to eat he has no way to quickly regen his hearts, to heal.

In the wasteland, in early days, he ate rotten flesh to survive, would he do it again?

Would he be willing to return to the necessary savagery in order to stay alive?

Would he crawl over to the nearest corpse when the hunger got to be too much to deal with without satiation?

Would he give into his survivalist instincts just to avoid death by starvation when it got too close? Would he eat only what he had to in order to survive?

Would eat just enough for the saturation to regen, to heal his injuries from the fall?

OR would he go further, eating until he was full?

Did he miss the taste?

OR would he stop himself entirely and not touch them, remembering his boyfriend's own trauma?

Would he wonder if Pac would be reminded of Cell if Fit did what he felt he had to do?

Would he drive himself to starvation, not touching the corpses, just to prevent his boyfriend from seeing him with that same fear?

Would his newfound emotional attachments overpower his survivalist instincts?

Is he no longer able to commit such an act without thinking of the moral implications?

Did he consider the moral implications back in the early days of the wasteland when it was the only food he had to stay alive?

Is he no longer willing to go to any lengths in order to survive?

Has he truly changed that much over the past year?

Has he lost his edge?

A fall from such a height, that took so many of his hearts, could've easily broken bones.

Did he land on feet first, shattering one or both of his ankles?

Is that why he was holding his legs as he's sat in the Cavern?

Is he unable to move from the spot he landed in?

Can he only crawl across the floor towards the nearest corpse in order to regen and heal the breaks?

OR did he hit his leg on the way down, breaking his lower leg clean in half?

Did he have to set the break himself, biting down on his neckerchief to stop himself from screaming out?

Did he use his only torch as a splint?

Did he rip off strips of his cape in order to hold it in place as it slowly healed while he sat immobilised in the Cavern of Corpses?

OR did he land on his side, breaking his arm?

Was it his good arm or his prosthetic?

Did he break his good arm and have to rely only on his non-dominant (off)hand?

Would he let his arm hang limp at his side while he sat in the Cavern of Corpses?

Or would he fashion his cape into a sling, tearing off strips and using them to stabilize the break?

Did it remind him of back in the wasteland, when he carried his left arm in a similar way before he had to amputate it?

OR did his prosthetic break?

Did it occasionally shock him with its broken wiring since he had no tools to fix it?

Would he remove it entirely to stop the intermittent pain?

Or would that leave him too vulnerable?

Did he fight without his limb in the past?

Did he even use a prosthetic in the wasteland?

Is he too used to wearing it now after his time on the island?

Is he no longer able to adapt as easily to life without the ability to use one of his limbs?

Has he lost his edge?

Fit removed his hearing aids before falling asleep in the radio tower. (those were not noise cancelling headphones. Sorry streamer man your cubito is hard of hearing, I don't make the rules)

Did they get left behind in the radio tower like the rest of his belongings?

Was that why there were static sounds in the background with minimal game sounds, because his own hearing was limited without them?

Could he even hear the logs he came across or did he have to read the transcripts as they played?

Was that why Madagio was able to get the drop on him so easily?

Was he too overwhelmed with his new surroundings and all the information to listen out for the faint sound of cat paws?

He only turned around at the meow, was that all that he was able to hear clearly?

Did he sit in the Cavern where Madagio threw him, cursing himself for becoming too reliant on his mobility aids?

Did he even use hearing aids before Quesadilla Island?

Did he just adapt while in the wasteland, surviving with one of his senses dulled by years of close quarter explosions and head traumas?

Did he even know his hearing was affected?

Or was it so gradual over his years in the wasteland that he had no idea anything was wrong?

Did he have no idea that he was hard of hearing before the age of 30?

Was the world completely deafening when he was first introduced to hearing aids?

Did he adapt to the noise, relearning how to fight, to survive in his day to day when he could hear so much more?

Can he adapt to his disability now that he's without his mobility aids again on Vaccus or is he too out of practice?

He's been wearing them for a whole year on the island, is the world too silent now?

Is he unable to adjust to the sudden lack of detailed audio?

Has he lost his edge?

Fit is gonna be stuck in that Cavern of Corpses for TWO WHOLE WEEKS.

What would he do for 2 weeks alone in a cave with nothing but corpses to keep him company?

Would he just sit there, staring dissociated into the Cavern of Corpses with his arms wrapped around his knees?

Would he notice how low his health and food bars got?

Would he even notice that two weeks passed?

OR would he explore further into the Cavern, his historians curiosity getting the better of him as he analyzes the structures and corpses?

Would he spend his days cataloguing every detail, taking screenshots and storing them in his arm to document them later?

OR would he sit there, lucid and in pain, unable to move with how low his health is?

Would he consider dropping down further into the Cavern, taking fall damage in order to force himself to respawn?

Would he lie on the Cavern floor waiting for the respawn counter to count down as no one came to Res him?

But where would he respawn?

Would it be worse than where he fell?

Does he really want to know?

Would Madagio know where he went if he did respawn?

What if Madagio came back for him and Fit wasn't there?

What if he couldn't go back home to his baby boy and his Brazilian boyfriend?

OR would the solitary start to get to him?

He's been constantly around people for a year now, so much so that when he doesn't see anyone for a single day he suffers from separation anxiety. How would 2 weeks affect him?

Would he start to crack, his separation anxiety manifesting as he can't reach anyone?

Would he try to reach people on his communicator?

Would he send out message after message every single day, desperately praying to anyone that could hear him that at least one reached Quesadilla Island?

He survived for two decades as a nomad in the anarchy wasteland, why can't he survive two weeks in a Cavern?

Has he lost his edge?

I'm completely normal about my cubitos as you can clearly tell 🙃

There's obviously more shit to analyze in that stream but personal characterization lore is MY SHIT! They're just all such great complex characters with such a plethora of traumas I just wanna squish them!

[serial-killers-hope]

Hello ^^ would you mind writing a story with Ronin and an actual devil reader? It's fine if you don't want to!!!!

You’re wish is my command. ~ DP

TW / CW :

- Religious Implications

- Religious Trauma

- Blood

- Gore

- Cannibalism

- Murder

You have been warned.

Enjoy.

The Devil’s In The Name.

“Fuck!”

You cursed aloud, kicking at the puddle of water on this hell called Earth. You were placed here on account that you were one of the demons tasked with checking on Earth with an assigned angel. But of course, there was no angel in sight and you were stuck on Earth while it rained. The alley being the only safe haven around that you could possibly stay in.

Your tail flicked at the pelting rain, hiding under a cloak that you had come with. The only shelter for your shivering body which didn’t seem accustomed to the cold just yet. It made you shudder at the thought of never being able to find warmth.

What was odd however was the sound of thuds and steps in the direction of the entrance. Your eyes squinting to see someone with faux horns and a weapon of some sort draped across his shoulders.

Your eyes stayed fixated as he lowered the weapon onto an ‘enemy’who only seemed to sob and cry at the thought of being hurt. Soon, sounds of heavy bashing, guts spilled across brick with a thick crimson that pooled under them. White and grey brain matter splayed across in a beautiful display.

Grotesque and amusing to your slit eyes.

The man in question who had taken the persons life now stood straight, nudging the body with a spiked boot and a devious gleam in his eyes. It made your spine straighten as your tail seemed to wag even more.

The smell of blood taunted as you seemed to drool. Eyes fixated now on the body that laid against the wall in a visceral pool of their own blood.

“Hah…”

The craving was hard to resist, your tail hitting some tin trash can that you stood by.

“Huh?”

The man’s head snapped over at your direction, his eyes squinting as well to make out your shadow. Only seeing the tail wagging and some light that shone on your feet.

“Fuck, now I have to get rid of you?”

You immediately retreated back into the darker parts of the alley making the man groan in frustration as he kicked a nearby box and started stalking your way. Eyes seemingly scouring for you in any shadow.

Then he froze.

Sharp, piercing, orange eyes stared at him. Glowing in the dark with slits for pupils. Your breath seemingly heavy and needy for something he couldn’t quiet place. It was as if he immediately knew he wasn’t dealing with someone human.

“Hah? The hell…”

He approached with walls put up so high and thick, they could easily crush you if you even entered his presence. It made you shiver at the thought of his own flesh in your maw, metallic and heavy in taste.

“No…”

You murmured, making the man roll his eyes as he finally was close enough to make out some of your features.

Your eyes were orange, your body seemingly frail, clothes tattered, the cloak over you had been soaked from rain, and a red rosary hanging from your neck. It made him cringe.

You finally showed your full face, a single horn on the left of your forehead with the other seemingly broken off. It almost made him pity you… yet you were a demon he knew he had to learn more about.

“Jesus, I won’t hurt you. Don’t worry your pretty lil’ head.”

He chuckled, voice raspy and deep as he examined your switch emotions.

“I’m Ronin… you?”

You shook your head, eyes downcast as Ronin sighed and placed the bar against a wall. His hands moving to shrug off his jacket and drape it over your shoulders.

��… Why’re you being so…”

“Nice? Hah, I’ve had my fair share of shitty situations. God knows what he did to me of course.” Ronin’s laugh was now bitter and resentful, not of you but of God. “I’ll call you tangerine. It suits you.” He tapped under his eye, implying his own trauma and your color… it made you oddly comfortable.

“Oh.”

Ronin sighed, noticing your drool from a mile away as you stared at the body in the distance. “Well… eat?”

Your head shot up, tilting your head slightly with a confused gaze. Your hands trembling as you lowered your cloak and made your way out. His eyes following as he immediately ran when you could to eat.

Taking the body in your own hands and eating with loud crunches and moist noises. Bones breaking and meat tearing. After all, demons aren’t fed as well as angels or humans.

“Damn, you look hungrier…” Ronin laughed, deep and eerie. Making you shudder.

“Well… guess I found a new disposal method.”

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I mean for one, they'd probably not exactly get cursed (?)/ angered a titan but also... isn't cannibalism like a taboo for them? I say "taboo for them" like cannibalism isn't effed up generally lol but I did recently read about the curse of the house of Atreus and the recurring themes of cannibalism so i think it'd go either way? Probably less certain death curse via angry titan but still cursed via taboo that even gods frown upon plus their own conscience BUT i think they MIGHT at least get out of there with more survivors. But I also feel like it wouldn't really make much of a difference in the end and that the story will still and always end with Odysseus alone and on a foreign ship home without the men he's gone to war with. Just with probably different deaths and consequences.

Which, now that I've thought about it, could make a great adaptation to the story that a greek playwright probably would've loved to make plays for. A glimpse of a what if inside a set in stone tragedy. The ending won't change but the middle part that includes the pov of the soldiers had they survive Helios' island would sell so well with the audience.

Random question: (sorry is dark so beware)

If Odysseus's crew while trapped at Helios's Island. If instead of the cows of the God's flock they started eating each other (like future sailing traditions sometimes did) would they make it home? 🤔

I mean TECHNICALLY they wouldn't have touched the cows which would fulfill the prophecy or Tiresias for their return but knowing the reactions of gods upon acts of cannibalism even if they did lay a foot on their land would they be able to feel joy for it or would they get cursed for their entire lives and the future generations to come?

Food for thought (sorry pun not intended)

[houndfaker]

tw for cannibalism implications. nana has to do something terrible for one of her sisters

[foesfrombelow]

TW: BLOOD AND CANNIBALISM IMPLICATION

He want a little snacc