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I would totally cannibalize my boyfriend but he's too cute for me to do that <3
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Does it contain varying levels of human flesh scattered within to replace the chocolate chips.
The Intrusive thoughts of a Cannibal: A break down
The Intrusive thoughts of a Cannibal (TITOAC/ I'm too lazy to write that again and again) is another artwork based of my short story; The Warmth of his flesh. I'd advise you read the story first to have some context first.
Time to break it down!
As you already might be able to tell, TITOAC is definitely more simplistic compared to The glutton regrets. There's no shading, no proper colouring, rough writing etc. Simply put, it's raw.
The raw, unfiltered thoughts of Hyacinth after eating someone. It could be her lover in The Warmth of his flesh, but it could be the four before him. She could be having such thoughts with any of her past lovers/victims. The point is, she never changes.
Short description:
Her eyes are wide open, sweat dripping from her head and her arms, her mouth erased, as if it's a part of her she wishes to forget, that reminds of her worst moments. She's in a state of panic, alone with her thoughts after consuming one. The afterparty by herself.
Colors
The colors are bright and unnerving, using shades that clash with each other, which pushes the feeling of uneasiness. Yellow is a color that can be associated with sickness and disease. Hyacinth feels as if she's disgusting, as she's tainted and a sinner. As if something was always wrong with her, something that she could never change.
Text:
The text that surrounds Hyacinth are her intrusive thoughts, her most vulnerable state. There are no pauses and words repeat like thoughts that are constantly in the back of your mind. The writing shows the duality of her psyche; the guilt and the greed.
Conclusion:
Her thoughts can evoke sympathy, expressing her guilt and sorrow. But she won't ever stop, she'll do whatever it takes to get what she wants, no matter how much it hurts other people, the people she loves. No matter how many times she feels guilt, no matter how many times she comes to terms with the unspeakable things she's done, she'll keep going.
She is the embodiment of greed and gluttony.
That's it for today! I'll probably upload this to my master list by tonight (I really need to stop procrastinating...)
Read The warmth of his flesh!
https://www.tumblr.com/acrylic-ducks/775107031485087744/the-warmth-of-his-flesh-re-worked?source=share
The glutton regrets
The warmth of his flesh
CW: Cannibalism (no gore actually described, just.. subtle descriptions? Probably could make you queezy idk) This is my first time writing a fic, so critique is welcome! :)
NOT A KINK/FETISH!! (i'm not weird trust)
I specifically wrote this for school in like 1 hour after the submission time so it's rushed... uh yeah that's it from me! :))
Summary:
Hyacinth can't help herself, she really can't! She wants to consume her lovers' flesh and she hates herself for it. What was she think of course he's going to say no! He's going to be so disgusted, what if he reports he- What? He said yes? He said he'd be honoured to?
How very lovely.
Continue reading!
“I’m rather disgusting aren’t I? I must reek of death.” He didn’t flinch, he didn’t look surprised. He just stared. “I will never be able to get the feeling of death off of me.” He just sat there. He didn’t say a word. “Especially after becoming one with it.” Hyacinth paused, waiting for a change in his expression. She gripped the fabric of his dress, waiting for the worst to come.
“What an odd name you have, how come I've just noticed?” He ignored her, continuing with his ramble. “Hyacinth, Hyacinth, Hyacinth… surely you know what it means? He laughed. “What am I saying? Of course you know. A desire for forgiveness. Is that why you’ve come to meet me, at this hour?”
He looked back at her, her body tensed, her hands curled into his fists. “I’ve.. consumed flesh before.”
“How many times?”
“Three times- it’s a horrible feeling though, it's honestly quite disgusting-”
“Then why do you do it?”
“I…” She sighed, pushing her hair back with her hands. Her mind was racing. What a stupid, stupid idea. Why did she think this would’ve worked? She should’ve just kept it in. But she couldn’t. The thought was consuming her every moment of the day. Every glance at him would make it even worse. She tried to rub the feeling off, taking hour long baths, scrubbing her skin till the water turned brown. She was disgusting, thoroughly disgusting. What a disgusting, terrible human she was. Was she even human?
What kind of human would have thoughts of consuming their own lover? Her wretched flesh had to be punished, for thinking in such ways. She’d scratch her flesh, days on end, attempting to rip her own skin out, to pay for the terrible things she’d done, yet she just couldn't stop. She never threw the meat out of her cellar. And now she keeps on going, now with her fourth lover. But this time felt different. He was different. He provided her comfort like no one else could. To have that comfort within forever, would be an ultimate bliss.
He snapped his fingers. “You okay love? You seem disoriented.” Even now, after hearing what she’s done he still cares for her. His care disgusts her and comforts her at the same time.
“Did you hear me? I said i-”
“Yes, yes, you’ve cannibalized your lovers before, what else?”
Her blood ran cold, her eyes wide. How did he know about that? She never told him that detail.
“How did you know?”
“You forget I've known you long before we were even together darling. Of course I noticed when my friends went missing, it’s just now I know why.” He chuckled.
“You don’t care? You’re not mad?”
“How could I be? I haven’t done anything remarkable in my entire existence, except being with you. Now you’ve done something that people wretch at the thought of. How wonderful.”
She scoffed at him, angered by his unexpected acceptance. “You know what I’m going to ask you then, right?”
“Of course, I recognize your pattern, and I graciously accept.” He bowed dramatically, unable to hide his laugh.
“Don’t mock me!” She looked at him, tears starting to well up in her eyes. “It’s not like I want to! hate the very thought of parting with you!” It was true, she really hated herself for wanting to do such a thing.
“Now why are you crying? I didn’t yell at you did I? Even better, I accepted!” He sighed, putting his back against the wall.
“But why?” She was confused, concerned, scared,but another feeling was creeping up her back. Glee. A lover becoming a part of you is one thing, but when they accept and are willing? Now their souls really would be intertwined.
“Because all I am is yours. I’ve never done much in my life, and I don't think I will. All I want at this point is to please you. My death will be meaningless. But if I offer myself to you, perhaps..” He paused, refusing to continue further.
She looked at him, unsure of what to do. Thank him? Cry? Hyacinth froze, unable to respond.
“I ask for one thing from you though.”
“And that is?”
“Time. Time spent with you.”
“Is that all?”
“Yes.”
At 6:00 in the afternoon, Hyacinth dragged her lover to her house, or rather her mansion. They rarely spent time there together so he often forgot about his darling’s lavish lifestyle. He’d rather go somewhere else, somewhere less stuffy, somewhere less… uncomfortable. It wasn’t her peculiar diet that made him feel uneasy, nor was it the way her wide eyes bore into his soul. It was that wretched mansion. The entire estate was gloomy, adapting a color palette only a ghost could enjoy. It was painted a dark grey, the roof an even darker shade. The windows loomed over him, reaching the ceiling. The entire mansion was surrounded by long, thin trees. Oh how he hated her place, but whatever would make her happy.
At 7:00 pm they were sitting in the living room, the fireplace warming up the entire room. Hyacinth was laughing at a dumb joke he made, one that he didn’t even find funny. They were laying on the wooden floor, talking about the most trivial things in existence. She played with his hair while he went on about his day, before he saw her, which instantly brightened his day.
At 9:00 pm he attempted to fancy up the dining room, with much disapproval from Hyacinth. “I’m just preparing the dining room for your meal”, he joked. She didn’t find it very amusing. He stuffed random flowers such as lilies and hydrangeas into the closest vases and pots he could find. He lit candles all across the room, turning off the chandelier, making the entire room illuminated by the melting candles.
At 9:30 they sat down on opposite sides, discussing the most random topics they could think of. She laughed at all of his poorly thought out jokes, cracking a smile that could light up an entire room. “You know I love you right?” He smiled at her, resting his head on his hand. “I’m aware.”
“I’m doing this because I love you.”
“Yeah.”
“You provide me with a comfort that I want to be engulfed in forever.”
“Then I'll give you that.”
“I really do love you, I really do. I can’t help myself.” She started to cry.
“And here comes the waterworks.”
“I hate myself for doing this to you.”
“I don't mind.”
“I love you.”
“...”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
At 2:30 am Hyacinth’s full course meal was prepared. There was everything he could ever ask for. She grabbed her knife and fork hesitantly, staring at her meal for a while. She told herself to stop staring and start eating. If she didn’t start soon, the food would probably go bad, then it would all be for nothing. She slowly picked up her fork, stabbing the meat, slowly carving into it with her fork. She opened her mouth, her lip quivering. She took her first bite.
At 3:15 am the entire dining room was a mess. There was food scattered across the long table. She had long forgotten about her utensils, instead opting for her hands. She was probably eating her entire stock in one sitting. She had never done that before, but this time it was worth it. Every bite she took provided more and more comfort, her insides melting from the chewy texture. She just couldn’t stop herself. She grabbed at more meat, her face stuffed to the brim with the meat, the remnants spilling on her white, floor length frock. She tried to make herself throw up, but she just couldn’t. Her face was stained with tears. She sobbed through each bite. “I’m really sorry, I really am! I just couldn’t help myself! You just taste too good!” She shoved her face with more bites. “I’m so disgusting, aren’t i?”
Im gonna cry bro wdym we don't have docens of platonic fanfics w/ no ships or anything sexual or romantic related abt cannibalism?? There's so much potential I just can't ☹️ i get that in present times ppl who practice or wanna do that is bcs of sexual fantasies (not talking abt actual cannibal tribes) or wtv but man 💔💔 let me have some content like Butcher Vanity or Biromi idk 😞
Oddly enough- cannibalism? But not me, no could never be that easy. It's always my closest friends and or my bf. It really sucks sometimes I have to eat them sometimes they are just being put in meat grinders.
rb with your most common recurring theme in your nightmares. mine is pregnancy
Fyolai but Fyodor is a vampire
TW for gore and blood
Redrawing this image as Laios
(Full and other close ups under Break)
CW: BLOOD, IMPLIED CANNIBALISM, REALISTIC HUMAN HEART & GORE
Also the heart and drink are highlighted with Baker-Miller pink. The history behind this color is so interesting- it’s supposed to be a calming color and it is for the first 15-20 minutes. It invokes a feeling of bliss and unbelievable calm but once the effects are over, the negative returns at full force-worse than before. It causes aggression, rage and distress.
It’s a wonderful reference for a cannibal. You eat and eat to bring yourself a feeling of euphoria but once reality sets in all you can think of is what it took to gain this meat and how you’ve desecrated yourself and everything the flesh has touched.
WIP UNDER BREAK
Smth smth cannibalism is the purest love (⚠️CW REALISTIC HUMAN HEART AND CANNIBALISM⚠️)
HAZBIN ART DUMP!! +me as Adam
🚨MEMBERS CALL ‼️
hey , im planning to create a cannibalism community on Reddit so if you’re interested in joining , please comment down your Reddit username !! mines @lecterzheart , same as here. >x<
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“𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖?”
🦌౨ৎ 🫀do you ache for him ?
Mi primer intento de animación
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My first attempt at animation
Lore de Elliot
Elliot nació en un pequeño pueblo, al principio no había nada raro en él y sus padres estaban felices de tener a su hijo Pero todo eso cambió a medida que Elliot crecía y sus dientes comenzaban a salir. A medida que los dientes de Elliot salían, sus padres notaban que estos eran anormalmente afilados y mas bien parecían colmillos de un depredador. Los padres de Elliot estaban perturbados por esto y les era difícil ver a su hijo.
Elliot se convirtió en un niño travieso e inquieto que le encantaba tener dientes afilados ya que le hacían sentir único y además que ahuyentaba con ellos a los niños que lo molestaban. Elliot ,cómo cualquier otro niño pequeño, quería incondicionalmente a sus padres y pensaba que ellos igualmente lo hacían con el. Lo que él pequeño no sabía es que sus propios padres le tenían miedo y temian que algún día Elliot los atacara
Un día un circo de fenómenos llega a la ciudad y el dueño se entera de la existencia de Elliot y le ofrece a los padres del niño una buena cantidad de dinero a cambio de que Elliot trabaje en el circo. Así fue como Elliot fue vendido al circo por sus propios padres.
Ya de ahí, la vida de Elliot se volvió un infierno aún siendo un niño. En el circo, el pequeño sufría mucho maltrato físico por parte del dueño y constantemente lo humillando, ni siquiera los otros fenómenos se acercaban al niño. Elliot fue llamado "El niño lobo" para los shows y le daban carne cruda para comer
Pasaron unos años y un día el circo llega a una gran ciudad y Elliot aprovecha esto para escapar. Elliot intentó sobrevivir como pudo en las calles, comiendo de la basura y robando. Una noche un hombre intentó atacarlo mientras Elliot buscaba comida. Elliot, en un intento desesperado por protegerse, muerde con mucha fuerza al tipo y finalmente acaba con su vida al morder y arrancar la carne del cuello del hombre.
Ahí es cuando Elliot descubre su gusto por la sangre y la carne humana. Dando origen así a su canibalismo. Después de varios años, conocería a Jack, Jessica y Jud, uniéndose al grupo de cazarecompensas, volviendose una linda y rara familia.
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Elliot's lore
Elliot was born in a small town, at first there was nothing strange about him and his parents were happy to have their son. But all that changed as Elliot grew up and his teeth began to come out. As Elliot's teeth came in, his parents noticed that they were abnormally sharp and looked more like the fangs of a predator. Elliot's parents were disturbed by this and it was difficult for them to see their son.
Elliot became a mischievous and restless kid who loved having sharp teeth because they made him feel unique and also scared away the children who bothered him with them. Elliot, like any other small children, loved his parents unconditionally and thought they did the same for him. What the little boy did not know is that his own parents were afraid of him and feared that one day Elliot would attack them.
One day a freak circus comes to town and the owner finds out about Elliot and offers the boy's parents a good amount of money in exchange for Elliot working at the circus. This is how Elliot was sold to the circus by his own parents.
From there, Elliot's life became hell even as a child. In the circus, the little boy suffered a lot of physical abuse from the owner and was constantly humiliated, not even the other freaks would approach the boy. Elliot was called "Wolf Boy" for the shows and was given raw meat to eat
A few years pass and one day the circus arrives in a big city and Elliot takes advantage of this to escape. Elliot tried to survive as best he could on the streets, eating from garbage and stealing. One night a man tried to attack him while Elliot was looking for food. Elliot, in a desperate attempt to protect himself, bites the guy very hard and ultimately ends his life by biting and tearing the flesh from the man's neck.
That's when Elliot discovers his taste for human blood and flesh. Thus giving rise to his cannibalism. After several years, he would meet Jack, Jessica and Jud, joining the group of bounty hunters, becoming a cute and strange family.
The Obsession
Sinking my teeth in, the warmth of his skin,
I'm haunting his nightmares, taunting his demons,
I'm the creature living in his closet,
The whispers when the light goes out,
I'm the demon in his mirrors, the insanity he's afraid of.
Candle light dinner with cherries and wine,
The food stays untouched, growing cold in night,
Cause he's the one I want in my plate,
The one I want to dissolve in my wine,
Take him like my schizophrenic pills.
Serve him in my plate like the prey caught,
To fulfill the craving of him that makes me crazy,
Rip him apart for me when he crawls to me,
When he's on his knees, ready to worship me,
Keep him in the glass case and lock it,
Keep him struck in the house of mirrors,
Where he will only come back to me.