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While I BLEED out on the floor... I'll rot and leave a PRETTY CORPSE.
Call that BODY HORROR.
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Verses Currently Featured: Compilation of FFVII // Wild West
~~~Penned by Mia~~~
CARRD // RULES
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/// I’ve been rewatching Once Upon a Time while I crochet because I’m avoiding putting the last of these boxes away, but it has me thinking…
What if I made a Once Upon a Time verse? Is there any interest in that?? ///
/// I never thought I’d be alive to see unnecessary rp drama cross my dash, but here we are. Today’s the day.
Anyway, here’s a little post to say that I don’t subscribe to that, so if I see anyone causing or instigating drama, or sending hate to people period I am instantly blocking you and any other blogs you run. My space is not a space that is hospitable toward hostility. So like. Be a decent human being and be kind to each other? It’s not hard to do, I promise. ///
Sentence starters themed around the concept of CANNIBALISM, ANTHROPOPHAGY, AND MAN-EATING from a mix of sources. Change pronouns, phrasing or punctuation as you see fit, but please do not add to this list !
❝ A kiss is but a modified bite. ❞
❝ A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism. ❞
❝ After all, since the world began, we’ve been eating each other. ❞
❝ All love leads to cannibalism. I know that now. ❞
❝ As I eat what I fuck, that spares me the wages of a butcher. ❞
❝ Be careful. You might find more than you bargained for in my fridge. ❞
❝ Better to sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian. ❞
❝ Catholics, you eat Christ's flesh and drink his blood every Sunday. That's cannibalism. ❞
❝ Do you think it's easy, not biting the one you love? ❞
❝ Every fight is a food fight when you're a cannibal. ❞
❝ For us, eating and being eaten belong to the terrible secret of love. ❞
❝ I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow. ❞
❝ I believe beauty can only truly be appreciated through taste. ❞
❝ I confuse instinct for desire — isn't bite also touch? ❞
❝ I dreamt last night of your teeth on my skin. ❞
❝ I shall eat your heart. ❞
❝ I urge you: bite me. Sign my death with your teeth. ❞
❝ I want to fill my mouth with your name. I want to eat you whole. ❞
❝ I would eat my way into perdition to taste you. ❞
❝ It is not uncommon for us to want to eat what we love. ❞
❝ Let them eat me. I'll give them horrible indigestion. ❞
❝ Man came into being through cannibalism — intelligence can be eaten. ❞
❝ My tenderness has teeth now. ❞
❝ Sometimes a fella's got to eat a fella. ❞
❝ Sometimes I wish I were a cannibal — less for the pleasure of eating someone than for the pleasure of vomiting him. ❞
❝ Sooner or later, darling, you're going to be eaten. ❞
❝ The first poem in the world is I want to eat. ❞
❝ The moral of the story is, I will gut you if I need to. I will carve my way out with only my teeth. ❞
❝ The word for 'love' in one language is the word for 'dinner' in others. ❞
❝ There are teeth marks on everything I love. ❞
❝ There is no sin. There is only hunger and what we do with it. ❞
❝ This isn't cannibalism. It's only cannibalism if we're equals. ❞
❝ To be loved is to be consumed. ❞
❝ We love only the person we can eat. ❞
/// So many things I want to write but so little time… I apologize for my silence. I’m pretty sure I mentioned before that I’m moving, so that’s taking up all my time. We’re officially moving in next Friday so I really have to crunch to get everything packed omg.
I have a handful of starters that I still owe and some drafts and inbox things I’m excited about, but unfortunately I probably won’t get to them for a couple of weeks until I’m mostly settled in at the new place. And then end of June is vacation WOOOO ///
/// So many things I want to write but so little time… I apologize for my silence. I’m pretty sure I mentioned before that I’m moving, so that’s taking up all my time. We’re officially moving in next Friday so I really have to crunch to get everything packed omg.
I have a handful of starters that I still owe and some drafts and inbox things I’m excited about, but unfortunately I probably won’t get to them for a couple of weeks until I’m mostly settled in at the new place. And then end of June is vacation WOOOO ///
/// Thinking about Alice’s ships and how she falls hard for people but she’s very unlikely to say the words “I love you” because she still feels the need to keep people at an arm’s length. Is she protecting herself or those around her? She’d say the latter, but the reality is, no matter how close she feels to someone, she simply can’t trust them fully with her heart. ///
Uma Thurman
Uma Thurman, New York, 1993. Photographer Albert Watson
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featured verses: Compilation of FFVII ♠︎ Wild West
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"Of all people... it had to be you."
“I like you the way you are”
"We were never supposed to end up here."
"This shouldn’t make sense but it does."
“I fear to admit that I have thought of you often.”
"I was supposed to hate you."
"You’re everything I swore I’d never want."
“This was never part of the plan.”
"You're the wrong choice, but I keep choosing you."
"How did you end up under my skin?"
“You were supposed to be the enemy.”
"You could ruin everything... but I still want you."
"I don’t trust you. That’s the problem."
"We shouldn’t even be talking."
"You and me? This is a bad idea."
“If anyone found out...”
“This is reckless. Say we’re not doing this.”
"You’re supposed to be off-limits."
"We can’t undo what just happened."
"I don’t want to feel this with you."
"Why do you look at me like that?"
"You're the one person I can’t afford to want."
"I tried not to like you, you know."
"Don’t act like this is easy for me."
“I shouldn't be here, not with you.”
"We're not meant to last, are we?"
"Tell me you regret it. Lie to me."
"What happens when this falls apart?"
"I’m not supposed to feel safe with you."
"You crossed every line I drew... and I let you."
“We couldn’t be more different.”
“I never thought I’d crave someone like you.”
"I keep finding reasons to stay away. None of them work."
“You don’t fit in my world.”
“Everyone warned me about you.”
"I don’t know how to do this with you."
"You’re the risk I swore I wouldn’t take again."
"This wasn’t supposed to mean anything."
"We’re already too far gone."
/// Hmmmm yes. 19th Century kitchens. ///
/// There's a photo of an opera singer from the mid-1900s named Helen Jepson at the museum I work at and I just think she's absolutely beautiful. Her portrait reminds me of Alice's opera verse every time I look at it. :3 ///
The train reminded him of his first movements in the land of America. His family had boarded one much like it decades ago, the land deed folded into his father’s breast pocket, tickets clutched in his mother’s gloved hand. It brought about a mixture of memories; he swore even the scent of the seats held the same distinct notes. He secured the last of their baggage in the overhead rack, threading the leather strap twice through the buckle so nothing would shift in transit, and then folded himself into the seat across from her with the unhurried ease, giving her one of his trademark grins.
“Do you not like this?” He said, hand sweeping for her to take a gander at her surroundings. “A fresh view. When plans don’t go exactly how they are supposed to, it creates a certain kind of thrill. I suspect we’ll be missing that in our life once we make it to our destination and settle in.” Settling in was the aim. They had drawn too much attention in the towns behind them, too many whispers trailing out of too many saloons.
There was a slight jostle of the compartment followed by a hissing of the engine coming to life from its purring idle. Hannibal shifts as he leans back in his seat, his eyes observing hers as the book is right in front of him. There isn’t any other image he could possibly envision than this here with her. “Who do you think made more of an uproar? Me, in my discreet ways of disposing of the rubbish of the town, or you… delivering my freedom from jail?” Another shift in their compartment, Hannibal sways with the cabin as they make their way out of the station.
He turned to the window. On the platform, figures shrank by degrees; a woman pressing a handkerchief to her mouth, a boy running alongside the cars until the tracks ran out from under him. The land beyond opened wide and gold, the kind of country that asked nothing of a man and gave him room enough to be whatever he needed to be. He had come to love it for exactly that reason.
Such a shame. He would have to be more careful next time.
An amused smile stretched across her painted lips, the book now closed and resting on the table beneath her folded hands, her full attention on Hannibal. To anyone else, this scene frozen in time would seem idyllic. A woman and a man, bathed in a halo of late afternoon sunlight as they journeyed through rolling hills and made their return to civilized society.
She stared at him, tracing the contours of his face as the sun illuminated every detail. The soft crinkle of his eyes as his amused expression pulled the corners of his lips upward, his narrow gaze that when directed at her read as playful instead of calculating. The sharp angles of his jaw line... not a single flaw in sight.
He was the only thing she knew anymore.
“If I recall correctly, I had every intention of getting you out quietly and discreetly,” she chuckled, “but unfortunately the Marshal caught on rather quickly to my meddling when his keys went missing.”
A puff of air escaped through Annie's nose, the conversation providing ample distraction from the uncomfortable movements of the train as it hitched back and forth.
“Though I didn’t plan to opt for flair, I do think my destruction of the jail house was the bigger spectacle." In terms of moral uproar, Hannibal had definitely had her beat. He was quickly labeled a monster, a devil, inhuman. Since he had been carted off to the jailhouse and away from direct public scrutiny, Annie had initially received the brunt of the town's ire. Once she had begun acting as his surprised, innocent wife, the townsfolk finally offered her some pity.
Still... not everyone had bought her story. Some had called her the bride of Satan, the cannibal's whore, and some even claimed she was a witch. They were right in assuming she was not completely ignorant. She had too much fire behind her eyes to be naïve.
"Moral outrage and a flashy escape certainly are good elements for a chilling story. Perhaps they'll write about us and sell it as a dime novel. Let people quake in fear of the charismatic cannibal and his rampaging wife to only sleep soundly that same night because they've convinced themselves it's fiction."
She leaned closer to her companion, her elbows supporting the weight of her shoulders as they pressed into the wooden surface separating them. Her playful tones turned suddenly quiet, her expression grew somber. "Tell me, Hannibal." His name rolled off her tongue in a whisper, the sound of it foreign to her lips. She hadn't noticed until now that she could recall only one time in all their history together, outside the intimacy of a bedroom, that she had called him by his name. Perhaps she only said it now because she knew she would soon never be allowed to use it again. His name was precious to her and now she would have to give it up entirely.
"If you could do it all over again, your life in the West... would you have done anything differently? Would you change a thing about any of it?"
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