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cutestkilla · 2 months

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It's Wednesday and I have something to share! Thanks for the tags today @artsyunderstudy and @facewithoutheart, I'm so so excited by what you're both working on, two of my favourite WIPs in the game right now!

It's been a while, but I've finally finished up my draft of Chapter 4 of Hiding Out In The Open. Hoping to post by the middle of this month once my lovely beta readers have a chance to help me make it better. For now, here's a snippet of Baz POV. Perhaps you'll recall the premise revolves around post-Watford Snowbaz bonding over a psychology podcast; they're discussing an episode about the psychology of disgust here. Under the cut because, well, it's a bit disgusting (your CW is this: the real life Hidden Brain ep this references is called Crickets and Cannibals 😂).

I curl my lip. “Just because lobster was once considered the vermin of the sea doesn’t mean I’m going to eat a bloody chocolate covered cricket.” My diet is gruesome enough as it is—I chugged the blood of four solidly-built London alley rats on the way here alone—which I suspect is the subtext of this whole display. Snow basically confirms it. (He practically winks at me.) “Don’t yuck my yum, Baz,” he says breezily, popping another “chocolate” into his mouth with a flourish. (This time he chews with his mouth closed at least. I shudder at every crunch.) He swallows. “And I won’t yuck yours.” It’s all incredibly confusing. Before last week, every allusion and innuendo seemed to indicate that he found my unique nutritional requirements to be utterly loathsome. (Which they, of course, are.) I roll my eyes. “Where do we draw the line then, Snow? Andes plane crash victim crisps?” He screws his face up. “First off: Gross. And”—he pauses to lick chocolate off his fingers—“you know full well I said I’d be okay with being eaten, not the other way round.” (Crowley below, how did I get here?)

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#wip wednesday #my writing #hiding out in the open #cw: insects #cw: cannibalism

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tosahobi-if · 20 days

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rip mc u woulda loved the homoeroticism of cannibalism and its use as a metaphor for both desire and devotion

who says they can’t experience that now

#anon #ch: mc #ro: jinwol #hunger as desire? sign me up!#speaking as someone who doesn’t experience romantic love #i think it’s such a lovely (hehe) thing #humans are so wonderfully complex #cw: cannibalism

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sonicexelle-junkary · 13 days

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( You feel a tug on your stomach. )

#art #fanart #comic #sonic.exe #hungryhero.exe #CW: blood #cw: cannibalism #(Go look at ‘In Stars and Time’ go do it it’s a really good game)

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venusandsaturnsrings · 1 year

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˚✧₊• with two hands firmly grasping your thighs, Ajax wishes this moment would last forever. you’e under him and you’re so so very perfect. everything he’s ever wanted. and yet, he knows he’s going to ruin it. such careful planning was not to be forgotten and disposed of so easily even in the face of his own impending orgasm. his frame trembled between delighting in the sounds of your slick and the heavenly whispers and gasps you let out and becoming sick with need for what he was about to do. he forced you down into a mating press, head colliding with your neck, to suck bruises into your skin; ones that would never heal.

his spend seeped out with every pulse of your sex, soiling the sheets with unholy juices borne of misplaced trust and foul copulation. the sighs still leaking from your mouth rattled between eardrums focused in on every little sound, every little movement. he tightened his grip only to hear you groan and to that he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head as a form of apology, though, it was not one that would suffice his following actions. through bated breath and shaky pupils blown wide, his hands travelled from your legs to your neck and he squeezed. Ajax pressed around your windpipe like a python, murmured declarations of love passing his saliva coated lips. he could hear the rush of blood in his ears and feel the adrenaline coursing through the marrow of his bones; he was loving this. though he loved you, he loved keeping you a bit more. loves you, loves it, loves you, loves it; a sick game of loves-me-not played on the petals of your quickly fading life. his teeth dug into your shoulder.

had you been alive, you would’ve noticed and felt as he tore through the flesh and muscle with pointed canines. Ajax took out chunks to suck them clean of blood before letting them fall out of his mouth and back onto the more than disheveled bed. he pawed uselessly at your form, tears mixing with your blood but god he couldn’t help it.

to consume was to be one, no?

#cw: cannibalism #cw: yandere #cw: noncon #sorry cannibalism brain working overtime rn #idk… i think it’s a little bit romantic #he wants you so bad he’s willing to EAT you #*sighs delusionally* i want him #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #yandere childe #yandere tartaglia #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut

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bg3scenarios · 3 months

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Durge: I want to hurt you

Durge: I want to rip your heart out

Durge: I want to eat you

Durge: I want to devour you

Durge: Body and soul

Durge: Taste your flesh

Durge: Drink your blood

Durge: And leave no bones

Gortash, blushing: Awwww

Gortash: Thanks, babe

#durgetash #durge #the dark urge #lord enver gortash #gortash #enver gortash #lord gortash #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #cw: violence #cw: blood #cw: cannibalism

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thou-babbling-brook · 4 months

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Content Warning: Bloody imagery, implied gore (it’s just pomegranates), and symbolic cannibalism (bro is traumatized)

It’s literally just dramatic pomegranate poetry visualization, but look at your own risk 😎

“I had thought Adha would be the one to lead me to rest… Instead, I held her lifeless body in my arms — saw the terror in her fixed, unblinking eyes…”

*Foams at the mouth* Altaïr and pomegranate poetry and how everyone he loves in his life dies horrible deaths that he feels are all his fault and *shaking* being ready to leave everything behind for Adha only to seek the remnants of her love by destroying those that ruined her which only rids the world of the remnants of her left behind and all consuming love and *sobbing* I am totally normal about this (I am not)

Based heavily on this post

#assassin’s creed #altaïr ibn la’ahad #ac1 #adha #ac fanart #my art #cw: blood #cw: mild gore #cw: cannibalism #ask to tag #it’s truly not too bad it’s mostly just symbolic stuff #this might become a small series bc I’m thinking abt doing one for Maria and Malik too #Altaïr is so cannibalistic love coded and I’m upset #when Adha died Altaïr gave up on a normal life and that makes me upset #bc Adha at the time was the like one person that made Altaïr feel normal and not some weapon to be used and manipulated and misconstrued #bro thought he would never love again BRO THOUGHT HE WOULD NEVER LOVE AGAIN!!!#by killing all the Templars involved he killed her memory too as though consuming her love for himself and I’m I’ll #*ill I’m not redoing that tag LOL #there’s so much symbolism here y’all have fun w that #anyways sorry Altaïr love ya babes

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sxcchxrine · 10 months

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contains hints to leaks

you could feel dan heng’s (IL) tail tightening around you as his warm breath hits your neck sending chills down your spine. he couldn’t help it but to keep you so close. your scent drove him up a wall. how much he wants to devour you whole, but he can’t do that. he desperately wants to but if he did then he can’t hold you like this. he couldn’t savor your sweet taste or mewls of pleasure when it came down to that. or he couldn’t watch over you and bask in your warmth. to him, you’re so intoxicating it’s unbearable for him. one day he might not have the strength to keep himself from devouring you even so, he knows your blood will taste delicious.

#honkai star rail x reader #yandere honkai star rail #yandere dan heng x reader #yandere dan heng #hsr x reader #hsr dan heng #dan heng #dan heng x reader #yandere hsr #cw: cannibalism #cw: blood drinking #hsr spoilers #hsr leaks

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dryococelas01 · 5 months

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I've been thinking lately about a particular character archetype that's been really emotionally resonating with me for a while. I've had trouble pinning down exactly why and thought if I rambled on a bit maybe that would help get my thoughts in order.

I'm gonna dub the archetype the Quixote, for reasons that will soon be obvious. Both of my examples are, funnily enough, created by games workshop.

Content warning for, I guess, severely altered states of mind, alzheimers/dementia, insanity, cannibalism and I'm not sure what else. This is a bit of a weird one to tag. I'll put mental illness as a tag even if its a fantasy mental illness rather than anything real.

So I'm gonna introduce the 2 examples first, so everyone's on the same page. They are Nemesor Zandrekh of warhammer 40k and the Flesh-Eater Courts of Age of Sigmar.

So quick Zandrekh crash course. He was part of a race called the necrontyr, they got forcibly uploaded into robot skeleton bodies by soul eating gods called the c'tan and got their souls eaten in the process, becoming the necron. In the process most of them lost all personality, with the nobility being allowed to keep between aspects and the whole of theirs. They then managed to turn on and kill the ctan, and went into a several millenia long sleep. Many of the ones who still had their personalities have odd quirks as a result of their uploads, the long sleep, too early wake ups etc.

Zandrekhs condition is that he does not see the world as it is. To him, his body is flesh and blood. The many aliens and armies he fights are necron rebels and separatists, the mindless robot armies he commands loyal troops.

He has a bodyguard, Oberyn. Oberyn takes care of him. He stands by as his Lord holds feasts of rotten food for prisoners of war he regards as enemy ambassadors, watches his lord attempt to shove food into the flat metal grin where his mouth was. If one of these PoWs or a noble under zandrekh, sick of his nonsense, tried to deal with Zandrekh, Oberyn deals with them.

He stands by him until the end. He knew and loved his lord before they were machines, and he does so now.

(Quick note: some people interpret this as romantic love. I don't but I can see why. To me I have strong recent memories of my dad and me taking care of my grandma whos mind has aged, and that's how I see it. We do explicitly as of the novel Severed have obyron describing it as love). (Second quick note: these 2 are explicitly based on Don quixote and Sancho, one of Zandrekhs old abilities was called something like tilting at solar mills)

That's your crash course on Z. Now the Flesh Eater Courts.

The FSC ars a faction of flesh eating undead ghouls. They are withered and rotten, riding giant bats and undead dragons into battle, devouring the flesh of soldier and citizen alike.

But much like Zandrekh, that's not how they see things. They have a form of infectious delusion.

They are Noble knights. The giant bats are magnificent pegasi, the zombie dragon is alive and majestic, their barren wastelands beautiful and fertile, the hordes of ravenous ghouls the loyal citizenry at their command.

When they invade a civilian village, tearing at their flesh, devouring young and old alike, that's not how they see it. They see a goblin warcamp, a chaos cult hideout, a Necromancers castle. They ride in on their noble steeds, their loyal armies at their back, and save the day. And after? They have a grand feast, peasant and knight feasting side by side on rich and expensive meats.

You get the idea

This archetype so interests me for so many reasons.

Lets start with them as a moral question.

Is The Ghoul Evil? The ghouls have taken part in the butchery of innocents, the slaughter of villages and destruction of homes. They've eaten people and serve the whims of a far less deluded master.

But they don't see it that way. Not only that but they are incapable of seeing it any other way, their senses and minds completely in thrall.

There are plenty of people who do horrible things and see their actions as good, but they have the capability to be different. A violent white nationalist will no doubt say everything they are doing is for some greater good, but they have the capacity to change, they can be something that isn't a voilent white nationalist and there is evidence in the world around them that their views are wrong and abominable.

The ghouls cannot not be ghouls, they can't see the evidence in the world around them.

They can't see their rotten fraying flesh, their sharp teeth. They can't see the farmer they killed, they taste delicious chicken instead of human flesh, drink wine not blood.

They are Noble heroes to their eyes. And there's no way for them to know otherwise. They are doing good, to their eyes.

So is the ghoul evil? I don't think so. Their acts are evil acts, but there is no evil intent to them.

It's a very interesting moral question to me. I'm curious on your thoughts, if anyone sees this.

When the veil lifts.

Nate crowley recently wrote a novella about zandrekh called Severed, from the perspective of obyron. In it he based zandrekh on his experience of a relative with, and I can't remember which, alzheimers or dementia (hence the / in the content warnings).

There is an amazing moment, at one point, that I'm just gonna quote.

So obligatory, spoiler for the novella Severed.

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‘Well fought, old friend,’ said Zahndrekh, with companionable warmth. ‘You really ought to have rested more, but we need to leave. I must commend your rather… straightforward method of dealing with the sorcerer’s engine, and it very much appears to have done the trick. Doahht has gone off like a light, and its legions with it. But without the engine, I fear the stability of the planet itself won’t last, so we’d be much better off in orbit. Are you ready for a short jaunt up to the Horaktys?’

Obyron nearly said yes, but then he remembered the engine’s true purpose. Or what it might have been – it was so hard to recall now.

‘But… our souls, Zahndrekh. The machine… it could give us our souls back. It could give us our bodies. Please, lord, let’s at least take part of it with us, so we can know for sure.’

‘Oh, dear vargard, why do you hold on to such things? You must let the thought of this awful contraption go.’ Zahndrekh put an arm round him in consolation, and continued.

‘Let me pose you this thought, Obyron, in the hope it will bring you ease. What do you think caused you to hold true to me for all this time despite all the power you might have enjoyed through betrayal if it were not a soul? What can love, but a being with a soul?

‘Even if we all ceased to be flesh and blood millions of years ago, which of course I don’t be-lieve for a moment,’ – Zahndrekh actually winked – ‘wouldn’t it have suited us better to live in denial of that, as some fools might say I had done? Wouldn’t it be better, Obyron, just to accept our fate, and enjoy immortality for the everlasting life of merry campaigning it has proved to be?’

Obyron stared hard at Zahndrekh, unsure of what he was hearing.

‘You old bastard. You knew all along.’

‘I knew nothing of the sort, old friend. But since you seem to be labouring under some delusion that you’re a soulless machine, I thought I should at least make some attempt to set you straight.’ Zahndrekh stood up then, and patted his thigh for Obyron to join him. ‘Come now, soldier. Up on your feet, and let’s return to the flagship. If we’re quick about it, we can have this all cleared up in time for a truly astonishing feast.’

Obyron, ever loyal, obeyed his lord. He would have wept, but he had no tears.

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With the authors statement I'd say this is a moment of clarity, not zandrekh having known all along as Obyron imagines. I've seen grandma having many similar ones.

Zandrekh sometimes sees the horrifying reality he lives in, sometimes the fog lifts. And he prefers the fog. There's a lot more to pick apart from that quote but that's what I want to focus on.

Age of Sigmar has a trpg called soulbound, in which you can play a ghoul. If I ever find a play group I will.

Imagine a scenario, out adventuring team has just butchered a village. The ghoul is huddled on the ground, lifting the arm of a murdered young man who tried to defend his home, ready to eat it.

For a moment, the veil lifts. The noble Knight, defender of his people looks around him.

His good freind, the hedge mage, is raising an undead abomination out of murdered civilians. The noble Knight he rode besides has lined up survivors and is draining them of their blood. The beautiful noble lady he traveled with and hoped to court has no flesh, she's a vengeful spirit.

He sees his claws, and sees what he's eating.

Imagine the horror that sets in in that moment.

He doesn't know if he's seeing the truth, or if he's gone mad. If it's the truth then he knows he's a monster, his friends terrors, the people he saved flesh eating ghouls and the people he killed innocent civilians. If its not the truth, then he's gone mad, he's being tormented by some daemon or spirit, he's cursed.

Now, the veil would likely fall shortly after and he'd forget that moment of horror, but let's say it doesn't.

Let's say our noble Knight has a choice. He knows the truth of the matter, and can choose between the veil falling again or staying lifted.

Does he choose to keep it lifted?

I like to imagine I would, that I'd accept the guilt and horror of my existence and past actions and try to be a force for good.

I know that I wouldn't. I would accept the delusion, because fundamentally the horror of what I am and have done would be too much. Reality would break me, so I would retreat and allow the delusion to take me.

I'd like to imagine my noble knight would stand up and become a force for good, redeem himself. He is a noble knight, after all.

Zandrekh sometimes sees past the veil, but keeps acting like he doesn't because the veil is preferable to reality.

It makes a wonderful character moment, something beautiful and tragic beyond my words.

Whenever I think of these moments the veil lifts something in me cries. There's something so tragic about, in the case of the ghouls, someone that is noble, is trying to do good, but is incapable of. Something sad but strangely beautiful about zandrekh choosing to retreat into joy and fantasy rather than face reality.

I don't know how to put it, it just touches something in me.

I don't know, there's a lot more I want to say but I can't figure out how to say it. Hope my rambles were at least interesting.

#age of sigmar #warhammer 40k #wh 40k #40k #warhammer age of sigmar #aos #flesh eater courts #necron #necrons #nemesor zahndrekh #Zahndrekh #vargard obyron #obyron #tropes #cw: cannibalism #cw mental illness

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