#cannibal tw

[b1tchbait]

some of you guys are freaks :/ *reblogs*

[bloodofjuno]

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[moonssnail]

A comic about vulnerability and yearning! Except it’s not the nice good kind

[alteredinstincts]

TW: Cannibalism.

Sometimes, if angered enough, I really do think about eating those who piss me off.

“But that’s cannibalism!” No. It’s not.

Why? Because cannibalism is eating one of your own.

I am not human, I am not a person. If I rip your throat out and swallow, I am not cannibal because we are not the same.

I am a predator and I will act as such if provoked.

You cannot dissuade me with silly human taboos. I don’t apply to them.

[yoyoshui]

in every universe, Xiao falls in love with you.

and in every universe, it doesn’t end well for you.

why is that?

countless reincarnations of yourself, countless versions of you, an infinite amount of you, and yet not one of them has had a happy ending with this man.

you’ve gotten close, so close, more times than you could even recall.

you had your happily ever after within the grasps of your fingertips, but it always managed to slip through your hands like sand.

he can’t help it. he doesn’t know why his devotion always turns violent. why he can’t help but snuff out your life because he can’t bare the thought of you leaving him in any other way.

death seems to follow you, and Xiao seems to haunt death for daring to try to collect you, yet every time he fails. In an endless cycle of being just an inch away from saving you only to have you ruthlessly taken by death's familiar arms.

it didn’t always end with him killing you. sometimes it ended in your tragic death— a freak accident, a single fatal mistake, one miscalculated move and suddenly you were gone just like that. Right before his eyes over, and over, and over again. He had to watch as you were taken from him too soon.

You never lived to see your late 50s, or your 30s, or even your late 20s.

No, death was much too cruel for that.

You never lived long enough to see your hair grow grey, your beautiful skin wrinkle with the elegance that was seeped into your very soul, never got to see all those beautiful moments life had to offer that made you stand back and think about how grateful you were to be alive.

No, none of that. Because you were quickly taken before the thought could even cross your mortal mind.

But not Xiao’s. No, never his. Every precaution he could possibly take, he grabbed.

And every time it was something different than the last. It really was some cruel, twisted joke. How hard he tried to keep you alive, only to become sick with obsession, deranged with trying to keep you alive that at some point, he’d started to become the one to kill you himself.

At least, in this way, some sick twisted way, he knew you felt no pain. That you died in hands that cradled you, adored you, loved every ounce of your existence. No matter how many times he had to snuff it out.

At least you’d die to someone who loved you enough to strip you down to the very bone, consume you entirely, and still remember you fondly.

He loved you through countless lifetimes, and another million he knew he’d have to watch you suffer in. In the way you’d put down an animal for

the sake of ending its suffering, he’d do the same to you. Snuff you out with the very hands that cradled your face between his calloused fingers so gently. The ones that carried you so closely to his chest and tucked you into bed.

The very ones that cracked your ribs open one by one to hold your heart closely to his own so you knew just how much he truly loved you.

Oh, how he loved you.

[rottenluna]

ppl be like: “omg yes time to put my comfort movie on!”

the comfort movie in question:

(It’s me, I’m ppl 🫀)

[sketchyface]

Can’t stop thinking about Alastor letting Rosie eat him cuz he trusts her

Fuck sex! Let Rosie gently cannibalise Alastor, pussies!

Edit: Continuation!

[novaisheartless]

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