#longpork

[longpigitaly]

Do you wanna play with my belly 😈😏

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[coopers-kitchen]

This pig first found out about his dad’s taste when he found out that the reason he was never allowed in the basement as a kid is because it’s where his dad and uncle butchered and portioned up all those fat boys that kept disappearing in “bear attacks”.

Well, ever since his dad came down and found his own son had stripped off and locked himself up in a feeding cage, the family’s gotten closer than ever. This hog helps with the hunts, the care, the prep, and he’s been getting nice and fat on a diet of fresh longpork.

Well, it wasn’t too long before curiosity turned to acceptance. He knew his dad wanted to eat him, and he knew he’d be damn delicious, too. He walked around naked, all those choice cuts on display. Now that cannibalism has been legalised, he doesn’t even need to hide it. He’s even brought some pigs from college home to meet the family.

Well, the sad fact is this pig realised that it wasn’t enough to just be butchered - he wanted a live roast, so he could feel every moment of the prep, and feel himself change from pig to pork.

Well, his dad’s been cooking up longpig for decades, but never a whole one. It’s a whole different skillset and, even though they tried with a few pigs, he never got the knack of a live cook. Sure, he’d dreamed of what his son would taste like ever since he saw him locked up between a Swedish backpacker and a college student he’d hooked up with, but it’s one thing to butcher a random hog, it’s another to do it to your son when he wants nothing more than to be cooked alive.

Well, I’m always interested in helping a hog achieve his dreams, and when they contacted me I was more than happy to help out - after all, not only do I have the skills, I have the sort of kitchen most pigs can only dream of. Dad was even kind enough to throw in a pig he’d butcher for me, lining up all his caged stock for a virtual meat inspection. Soon, they were on their way to LA alongside a few coolers filled with sausages, burgers, chops, steaks, ribs, ground meat, and meat for stuffing, all harvested from a delicious volunteer that had spent six months in a feeding cage ready to butcher.

This pig could barely wait for the oven. He’d spent three days on an all beer diet and shaved himself totally smooth. Some basic prep, one last fuck, and he was ready to stuff (longpork, wild rice, apple, and whisky), glaze (a honey apple reduction), truss up, and slide into the oven with a juicy red apple wedged between his teeth for the live roast he’d been dreaming of.

Well, cooking a pig like this is an all-day project, so me and his dad had a chat, talking shop. We had a light lunch, and he’s definitely an expert butcher based on how delicious and juicy those longpork chops were. Still, we all knew what the main event was: the whole roast currently squirming as he felt his meat cooking, and we only got hungrier as the smell of roasting pork filled the house, my eager housepigs sorting out all the side dishes and serving us however we wanted and, well, longpig is an aphrodisiac.

By the time evening rolled by, we were ready to eat, and it’s rare to see a dad that eager to dig into his son, or for anyone to match my appetite. Between the two of us we made a decent dent in this hog in a few days, and by the time dad was ready to make the trip back east he’d gained a few pounds, a better understanding of the art of cooking, and the contact details of one of my proteges who’s looking for a supplier for his new restaurant.

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[sphaliro]

Therapeutic Meatcore [Meatcoregirl: #1 Longpork Enthusiast] digital collage, 2023

I have a small series of fake album covers for a fictional artist "Meatcoregirl," my main muse of these collages. She's my unhinged, carnivorous weeaboo alter ego? (Sphaliro meatcore drag queen arc revealed??)

#meatcore #meat #horrorcore #collage #digital collage #mai chan's daily life #raw meat #weirdcore #longpig #cannibalism

[tostawafle]

Brooke Shello, the blood eater

and also her daughter Nautica Shello, dont ask why she's a fish.

weird ass fishman... always looking for some longpork...

#original art #original character #my art #art #oc

[cooperskitchen]

Oktoberfest is a big thing in Germany. A celebration of German culture, alcohol, and food, we get visitors from all over the world.

And what German food is more iconic than bratwurst? This year, for the first time ever, lucky Hansels like this porker have signed up for the chance to be turned into sausages which will then be devoured by festival goers. This pig has signed up to be devoured exclusively by hot men, and as you can tell from his gut he’s dreamt of this day for a long while. He ate nothing but acorns for a month before the festivities began, and he’s abstaining from food now, although he’s guzzling down more than enough beer to make it nice and tender.

This was his last photo before he went to meat his fate. Just behind the slide is the slaughterhouse experience where festivalgoers get to see exactly how a pig gets processed. He’ll be shaved, cleaned thoroughly inside and out, then fed into a meat grinder, feet first. The screams and squeals of eager pigs is bound to become a beloved part of the festivities for years to come. The meat will then be processed in different ways to show the many different ways longpork sausages can be made, whether mixed with cognac to make the meat heady and indulgent, with apples and berries for a sweeter taste, or with hot chillis and peppers for the truly brave.

We’re expecting to get a couple of hundred sausages from this porker. Never thought I’d see a pig so turned on at the thought of being unrecognizable, just another sausage. Oh well, with longpig sausage being so delicious, it’s got to happen to someone, might as well be a pig who wants it.

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[carnoshin]

If you aren't too busy could I get some headcanons for poly stu n bill w a transman (or gender neutral if you prefer!) With an s/o who's highkey interested and helping stu n bill with murder but also may be a cannibal (if you're ok with writing cannibalism if not then I'm sorry-)

I’ll put some transman hcs in the queue for these boys! Cuz there’s a lot to cover for helping kill and cannibalism alone, lmao. Also, this got super long, so it’ll be under a cut~

If you weren’t a killer before you three started dating (or if they don’t know you are one), they’re a bit hesitant about letting you “help” with the killings.

They’ll have you on “call duty” for a couple of kills. At first, you’d call people who weren’t going to die that night– bring up the paranoia factor so they act dumber in the following days, ya know? That’ll escalate to calling people the night of the kill and literal seconds before the kill starts– you’ll be hearing people die on the other end of the call, for sure. If the call is still going after their target is bleeding out, they’ll be like “I’m almost done. Yeah, I’ll see you later at home. Love you, bye.” and it’s actually kind of sweet– both of the boys can get a bit of nerves on kills from the adrenaline, so it helps them settle down to finish everything off cleanly.

To be fair, it really does help Billy and Stu to have an extra hand (or voice) on the phone. Each of them can get alibis for separate nights, they can work together for more effective kills, etc. But it certainly gets boring on your end: you will have to bring it up and be vocal about wanting to go forward, because they know some people can handle the fantasy but not the real thing. Also, Billy really wants to get your first kill “right.” Stu, on the other hand, is more interested in your personal style.

So Stu jumps the gun and brings you with him on a kill (without telling Billy). Since he has an extra pair of hands, he’s going to want to get theatrical for the kill. I imagine he has several different cloaks(?) for the Ghostface costume itself, so you’d be wearing one of his extras as soon as you got near the house– unless you’re a giant like this man (he’s 6′3″, my god) it’s going to be safety-pinned to fit. He also just likes the idea of you wearing his clothes: he’s a sap, what can I say?

You’ll call the victim from the car (parked down the street and around the corner). You can hear him start the kill over the phone, but the phone gets discarded at some point– not hung up, the victim loses it somewhere along the way. He picks it up afterwards and he is winded; usually, you don’t talk to either of the boys until they’re completely done or close to it, already recovered from the workout that is murder. “Yeah, alright… Come on in.”

As soon as you’re inside, he’s just standing a bit away from the body, maybe leaning against the countertop in the kitchen. He just limply motions towards the dead girl on the floor nearby– god knows why the boys always picked the hardest people to kill; she was on the track team at the nearest college, no wonder Stu was so tired. “What now? What do you wanna do with it?” Again, this is sweet in a weird way: Stu is more personal with his kills, so he went out of his way to kill in a fairly common way just for you.

I’d hold off on being like “Well, it’d be such a waste to just leave their body out to rot: let’s eat it.” (Okay, you’d certainly phrase it differently, but still.) Even if you do suggest it, Stu would want to wait until you get a better grasp of killing– I genuinely think he’d be interested in it more than Billy would be.

When you get home, Billy would be. Um. Pissed? For several hours. You’d have to be the one to make him stop sulking, because he tends to be less gentle with Stu than he does you. Then he’d call Stu over: you three would cuddle the rest of the night– Billy in the middle, of course.

After this, you would get more involved with the kills. 

As for a cannibalistic s/o, on a more specific level:

It would be at earliest your fourth solo kill where the boys let you do whatever you want. It is your kill and you do have the hang of it. It’s very, like, weirdly like a parent asking their kid if they want a toy. Billy’s just like. “Well, if you really want to, you can do whatever you want with the body.”

Like I said, Stu is more interested in it than Billy. Billy is convinced he already knows what human meat tastes like, despite never trying it– it’s called longpork for a reason, right? (Eh. Arguably: consistency is like a tough, stringy veal and taste is between veal and pork.) 

Honestly, Billy’s just not open to the experience. He’s convinced he has a motive for every kill he does, compared to you two: Stu does it for fun, you’re still figuring out the “why” (even if you already know, he’d be convinced you were still finding your reasoning for months.)

Stu is interested in it. He wouldn’t casually eat human meat (and he would never eat it uncooked; he’s kind of picky in the first place), but he would be more inclined to eat it after getting back from a kill– it’s a special occasion thing. At first, that is. 

He eventually starts to get cravings for it in the same way one might get a craving for pizza. If there’s not a killing set out for that night, you’ll just move one forward. Stu calls it “going chopping,” which always gets a groan out of Billy.

Catch Billy shaking his head and whining impatiently to the side as Stu and you carve up a body after a kill, even if there’s no reason to rush. He always feels like the three of you will get caught, especially with literally filleting your victim added to the murders.

#stu x reader x billy #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher #billy loomis #slasher imagines #slasher headcanons #slasher x reader #cw violence #cw cannibalism #those details make it sound like I eat people... I don't. I hate the way pork tastes and the way veal feels and stringy meat kills me. So. #I'm not a cannibal is what I'm getting at lmao. #i put things under cuts cuz I hate scrolling btw. so I'm not gonna do that to yall. #edit: idk why tf the readmore isnt working on mobile

[skuul-t-blog]

There's always that time of confusion, isn't there. That time when "eating out" & "having someone for dinner" get muddled up. #tes #skyrim #skyrimdaily #eola #elderscrolls #dinner #cannibal #longpork #finedining

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[soundwave-raps-blog]

Want to try some #longpork

#longpork

[justaravingmadman]

Cannibalism

The grand unifier.

From the high class etiquette of Dr. Hannibal Lecter; to the low class bumpkins of the Sawyer/Hewitt clan.

So, have a bit of longpork pies and barbecued flesh. Want some Sweet Baby Rays on the side?

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[kaiba-fangirl]

-- 2 pt:

Me: "What gyno do you go to?"

Sis: (23yo) "I don't need to." [~cuz she hasn't had sex & likes to act self-righteous about that]

Me: *malfunctioning noises* "You have a functioning body! You still need to get checked out!"

Sis: "If something was wrong, I would know."

Me: "Yeah, cuz you can really tell the structure of cells around your own cervix."

+ 1 pt:

Bro: "FFFine."

Me: "Tee-hee, you say that like I do."

+ 1 pt:

~ seamlessly 1-2 punching around aggravating word play for anything our mom says ~

Mom: "[...] so I always know what I'm making for dinner."

Bro: "So you're psychic?! So what's for dinner Friday?"

Mom: "Your sister is having friends over."

Me & Bro: "...are we gonna EAT them?"

Me: "Well, have you ever heard of longpork?"

Bro: "Is this why I had to make room in the basement?"

Mom: "Nooo! She's surveying them for if they want hot dogs or hamburgers."

Me: "Why do they need to come here for a survey?"

Bro: "Can my friends take the survey?"

Mom: "Ya knooowww!"

#my lil bro #my lil sis #*siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh* #gee i wonder why we get along better

[longpigitaly]

This pig is read for the oven 😏

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[rap3babi3z-inc]

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[coopers-kitchen]

I throw a Halloween party every year, and just like with every party I'm always serving up longpig - and with it being a holiday, I want to make sure I have something really special.

Luckily, I get pigs more or less begging for the chance to be one of my holiday meals. So this year I did something different.

In January, I posted on Meat-up that I was looking for pigs for all the major holidays. I got photos, videos, nutritional information, diets, measurements, everything I needed to make an informed decision. I narrowed the shortlist down to fifty pigs and had them all get a one way trip out to California, with the understanding that they'd never go home, as I made my final selection.

Some of the decisions were easy. I knew I wanted a Chinese pig for Chinese New Year, and of the two pigs that flew out from Shanghai, one needed a little too much time to get ready, while one of them was good enough to eat. A cornfed, All-American type was ideal for a July 4 barbecue, and even though I don't personally celebrate eid, the 300 pound Saudi Arabian boy definitely warranted a feast of his own.

Don't worry, I made sure all the pigs I didn't pick went to good homes - a few went to Isla Cerdos, a few went to some chef friends of mine, two got sent as project pigs at the Isla Cerdos culinary program, three were butchered, and the rest went to pigsitters until I had space for them as house pigs.

This was my selection for Halloween - 300 pounds of prime pork, with plenty of time to maintain his meat and ensure the maximum flavour. I shifted him to an mostly vegetarian diet and monitored him carefully, made sure he only ate pre approved snacks, and lots of them. Two months before Halloween, I cut meat out entirely - this pig was strictly a vegetarian. One month before he was caged and fed only 100% efficient and vegetarian pig slop. Four days before Halloween and he switched to a liquid diet, only brought out when it was time to shave him, clean him, and prep him for the oven the day before the big event.

I celebrated the season with a sweet stuffing- maple syrup, longpork from a pig who'd hoped to be my Halloween meal but sold to a butcher bud of mine (seems only fair he got to participate in some way), donuts, pumpkin, cinammon, pecans, and nutmeg. It tasted so good he was only too eager to shovel it down his throat while I worked fistful after fistful up his eager ass, packing him tight - after all, he had a lot of mouths to feed. A maple pecan glaze rubbed into every inch of pork, and I even switched out the traditional apple for a candy one. Then, it was just a matter of trussing him up and sliding him into the oven. I take Halloween seriously, hence the longer than usual cooking time - an extra long time on a low heat meant plenty of time for all the fat to melt into the pork for extra flavour and tenderness, and it meant this Pork Chop got to experience cooking for a nice long time, especially when I broght him out to baste or rest the meat and, well, if you can't play with your food on Halloween, when can't you? Just call it a trick. He was ready when it was time for my guests to arrive, and as an extra treat for such a special pig, I served him rare - still alive, unable to feel pain, but aware that he was being eaten. I even paid some of the wait staff from one of my restaurants overtime if they worked the event, carving the meat while me and my buds and pigs enjoyed the party.

Well, it's safe to say that the party was a huge success - the pig was tender, delicious, and lasted for hours as we went back and forth to get more and more, and I bet this pig was satisfied to finally become the meal he'd always dreamed of.

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[instantrelease]

falling nowhere $till

why did you sustain your caress for such a length that it burrowed itself deep beneath my flesh ~burning~ ,peeling in infernal decay,

like a photograph swept beneath the rug

my hands are bloody with ink, no one wants the truth anymore holiday cheer and arcane poppy alkaloids obscure my limbic suffering like bleach, its colors shifting and melting into one another, asymptote to the blinding light

there was nothing, then. in the betamax glare of fading sunspots, to grasp or to lean on/ no creature comforts, no alien embellishment, not even some remote form of ascetic bliss

that i contrived in the temple of my thoughts, undulating///bouncing off of one another with the frenetic rhythm of a pinball machine lit bright by a diesel generator

when you ran out of sheep to shear, you made a mistake and tried to collect the wool of a goat. and found no such luck but a din of gnashing, bleeting stomping pupils narrow demonic rectangles, mouth a crooked tangent hands rife with the arthritic grease of the occult

asking questions i already know the answer to in a vain attempt to mitigate, to blunt, if you will, the pangs of intuition

collapse into the truth or they’ll sic it on you

don’t kid yourself— you can’t hide in a place like this all the pools of blood dripping from these words melt into your initials like monograms on expensive bathrobes.

my words are laced with arsenic, building up in my system, making me sicker and sicker priming me for death i am decaying from the inside out:

you can see the light being sucked out thru the black crescents beneath my eyes ( () ) darting like a shark, delicately processing the electromagnetic radiation of his prey

i am a spectral lick, disrupting charlatanic frequencies like some mad electric desperado of the 21st century riding a copper horse until it shines matte seafoam green whipping it until its hooves leave tracks of blood in its wake

i doubt they’ll be able to leave my casket open when the time comes… matter of fact, ~~bury me~~ burn me, i want to float thru oxygen slurry in piecemeal serve my marrow[[fatty tissues to whichever hungry pervert bristling with a predilection for longpork comes first don’t try to play the song;ovr/ it is thru you will ruin it

as for now, i have it paused for u would you (please) dip your toes into the static with me until your eyes adjust, dilate like a polaroid flash and roll into your skull?

no more lonely nights, no praying for someone to make breakfast for no tears you sucked up my faith and trust in others like a sponge, and now you sit by the sink, at the edge of the garbage disposal, engorged{fat with miscegenated luv, tipping into the whirring cogs poised to disembowel you with a certain removed authority, a father’s order hung jury verdict

biting your index finger to stifle your screams your decorum is an obtuse virus yet you cradle it like a premature fetus , your pet

blood leaks slightly from the most discrete tear, little clouds of crimson in the water light up his eyes like the flickering red lights at a RR Xing and he doesn’t care that in several short hours, he’ll feel like he was struck by a Norfolk Southern car that doubled back and crushed him twice ovr for good measure real nice.. senseless oblivion stumbling, sleeves unbuttoned missed a loop with his belt but it won’t be on for too long anyway words bubble out with distorted hubris,— loud murmurs that melt into one another in rapid succession

a crippled hustler’s tongue to match a crippled hustler’s spirit it wasnt always this way, that my ego was drawn and quartered, sublimated to a muted hunker {what a resilient son of a bitch, but i will have the last laugh: if i die, i will take ‘im with me.}

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