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Day 7 - Cannibalism

Author’s note: This is Unwholesome OC week day 7! Masterlist is here. I hope you enjoy~.

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @i-am-a-dragon34 @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @bleedingichorhearts @legionsofthehungry

@felinisnoctis @bookandyarndragonwritesdark

Warnings: death, dead body, obsessive behavior. cannibalism, plague marine weirdness, ambiguous ending, please tell me to tag something if I’ve missed it Summary: Phagia comes home to a cold-shoulder from his bonded. He handles this. So Well. But at least he ensures that the two of them will be together forever.

"Hello my love."  Phagia purred as he crawled into bed, nuzzling his bonded, hoping that the oddly ominous silence that he had just broken after coming into the bedroom that he shared with his bonded would soon be filled with delightful noise. 

They did not so much as twitch in response.

He hummed a little, disappointed that they were deciding to spurn him so, but trying to push through his disappointment. "Come now, beloved. There's no need to give me the cold shoulder..."

His baseline was older for a human of this era. Over eighty years old, and yet they were but a flicker of life compared to the millennia he had spent in Grandfather's service.  He had yelled at Phagia for rooting around in his garbage bin, having apparently assumed he was a raccoon or similar animal scavenger. 

That had been decades ago, when the other had been younger, but no less cantankerous. 

Phagia had been amused then, and had warbled out a hello. 

Otto had huffed and invited him with a grumbling but genuine hospitality, and had the sweet scent of one of Grandfather's slower gifts in his body, so Phagia had stayed. 

As his bonded had aged, Phagia had keep the grandfather's gifts from blooming too quickly, as he wanted to savor the strange bond that tied their souls together. 

... But he had been ordered away from his bonded, as he had been discovered by a group of very fussy loyalists and he had been forced to go through a number of tests to make sure that he wasn't causing problems or poisoning anyone or anything equally as ridiculous. 

"I had told you, my love, that I had to be away from you for a couple of weeks, or they threatened to separate us for the rest of your life." Phagia cooed softly, reaching up a couple of fingers and tracing the line of the other's jaw "I know that you never did put much stock into legal institutions, and neither do I for that matter... But my fellow astartes are less easy to circumvent."

... Not even a grunt of irritation, or a dry huff. Was his beloved truly so furious with him, as to not even breathe next to him?

"Beloved... You are... You still need to draw breath, as you had said that you did not want to join me in Grandfather's service just yet. If you but ask I will withdraw from our bed, if my presence makes you so sullen..." Phagia warbled, his voice pitched low and keening, his eyes glistening with tears as he waited for his beloved to respond.

To give him any sort of response. 

Usually pleading worked. Why wasn't it working? 

Time continued to stretch and bend with an unpleasantness that Phagia had not felt in a very long time. "Beloved? Please... Please answer me..." 

His bonded continued to be entirely unresponsive to his words and presence. 

Phagia realized that there was something missing. A usually steady thumping, that occasionally stuttered or halted, but with a bit of adoration and care, would resume it's beating. 

"Beloved... Why did you stop your heart from beating? Isn't that dangerous for baselines?" The plague marine asked, concern bubbling in the pit of his belly. That had happened once or twice in the handful of decades the two of them had known one another, but a kiss from Phagia and Otto's heart would obligingly start beating once more.

Otto did not move or respond. He was, when Phagia managed to wrestle one of his gauntlets off, to allow what was left of the flesh on his fingers to trace the other's bare skin... Cold to the touch.

Otto should be warm. His bonded should be warm, and breathing, his heart beating.

His voice had faded to an irritable creaking over the decades, but Phagia loved him, no matter what he sounded like, so long as he kept speaking. 

"No... No no no! Please, you need to stay with me, beloved. You and I are bound, soul-deep. I cannot let you be ripped from me!" Phagia hissed, panic clawing at his hearts as he shook the other's shoulder. 

His bonded was corpse-stiff. Phagia could see the way that his beloved's blood had settled in the lowest parts of his body, in purplish-pink discoloration that was just as damning as the stiffness that had taken his body. 

"No! No... Why? You were so filled with life when I left... You promised not to leave me. You promised!" Phagia hissed, clutching his beloved's body close to his chest and rocking back and forth. He wasn't dead long enough for the bacteria to bloat his body. It wasn't fair!

He took in a deep breath. The scent of death was present, far too present for his comfort. Tears stream down his face, and the plague marine did not care for the time that passed as he rocked his beloved back and forth. The sun rose and set and rose again, but how could it?

Phagia's beloved was gone, his soul having passed far beyond his ability to grasp it in this time where the veil between the materium and the empyrean was so thick. 

"You promised. You promised! You... You promised..." Phagia murmurs, his voice raw and ragged from the sobbing that he'd been doing. The scent of death was much thicker now, and his beloved's orifices had begun to leak. 

"Your family would see you buried beneath the ground, or burned to ashes and scattered upon the winds. But I won't let them. You are mind, my love. More than you were ever theirs." The plague marine growled softly. "And I will make sure that part of you will always be mine."

With deliberate care, Phagia carried what was left of his bonded to the kitchen. The fruit and vegetables out on the counter had started to rot as well. Good, better seasoning for the soup he planned to make. "I know that you'd rather I not use your good stew pot for my culinary creations, but you deserve nothing less."

The pot was a huge, industrial sized stew pot.

Phagia set it on the largest of the stovetop burners, adding a generous amount of oil, and his favorite dried spices to it, letting both come up to temperature as he crushed the molding vegetables in his hands and let the pulp drip off of his fingers and into the pot. He stirred the slurry together, before kneeling down at the side of the body of his bonded, his knife in hand and he murmurs a quiet "My apologies love, but you'll fit better in pieces." 

He cut his beloved up efficiently, at the joints, making sure that he would be able to maximize how much of his beloved he could cook into stew at once, careful to not waste so much as a drop of his bonded's precious blood and viscera, adding enough water to cover the meat of his Otto.

Phagia wept and cursed fate, that feathered bastard for stealing his bonded from him while he was away... Singing hymns to the grandfather and entreaties to make sure that his beloved's soul was well received and adored by Grandfather in his garden. He allowed his bonded's Final Stew to boil and thicken, adding more spices from his beloved's pantry, and fresh herbs and the vegetables from his bonded's gardens as it cooked for the requisite seven times seven times seven days.

On the final day, he added Otto's very favorite noodles to the Final Stew, which had turned rich and thick. He had also made something that wasn't traditional, but that he thought that his beloved would enjoy. A full tray of the other's favorite rolls, smothered in herby butter and cooked to golden perfection. 

Phagia breathed in deep his beloved, tears streaming down his face and he murmured "You smell delicious, beloved. I am honored to be able to have made your final stew. I'll bring this to our favorite date spot. I've made your favorite rolls too!" His tentacles hold onto the tray of rolls, as he carries his bonded's final stew through the large, wooded area that he had lived with his bonded for decades in, up to the ridge that overlooked their property. 

"Oh perfect, I did time it correctly. It's midnight, your favorite time of day." The plague marine warbled to what was left of his bonded. He poured out three ladles full of his bonded's final stew onto the ground, in offering to Grandfather "From the rot we are born, to the rot we are returned. May you find rest in grandfather's garden, until you are called forth to serve him in the materium once again."

Phagia knelt in the dirt, the trees whispering around him as he slowly ate the stew, singing his bonded's praise to anything and everything that would listen, exalting his many deeds to the heavens, before the gods, and did not stop as the night turned to day, to night once again.  He only drew breath in order to speak, letting the not-quite silence of the forest fill the area when he ate, tears freely streaming down his face. 

He did this until his bonded's final stew was empty, and he had consumed the pot as well as the rolls and the container he had baked and brought them in.

Then and only then did Phagia allow himself to collapse fully into the earth, allowing his grief and exhaustion to claim his waking mind and he passed out. 

[saintshigaraki]

Or totally obsessed Gojo? :3

gojo becoming slightly obsessed with the person he loves is simply canon to me by this point. he falls under the 'love as consumption' umbrella to me (along with getou & shigaraki and to a degree eren jaeger)

he just. holds onto you too tight. so tight you feel the ache of it in your bones. he's lost so many people, too many people. he can't take risks with you. you're just safer by his side. he's the best. he's the strongest.

he likes to know where you're at 24/7, just in case anything were to happen. and he can't leave you alone. ever. his job takes up a lot of his time but when he's free he's shadowing you, tucking you under one of his surprisingly strong arms and talking your ear off for hours. he likes to ask you questions, ranging from shallow (what's your favorite color? favorite food? favorite flower) to extremely personal (are you happy with who you've become? what's your worst memory? who have you loved most in this world? what happened to them).

he wants to know everything there is to know about you. wants to catalog every little expression that flickers across your face when he accidently (or intentionally) opens up old wounds. when you laugh or smile, he feels an ache in his heart, the press of an old bruise. it hurts. it hurts and he can't seem to get enough of it, enough of you.

he just wants to consume you. your time, your thoughts, all the love you have in your heart. he's selfish. he's selfish and he's not. he wants you happy, he wants you safe. but only with him. of course.

[volot]

headcanon: relationships.

or: L to whoever shacked up with him to continue his unfortunate legacy, i sincerely hope it was worth the rest of this.

or, again: no, you can’t fix him. not for some of this, anyway.

well since there’s ship talk on the dash... i suppose now’s a good as time as any to elaborate on why in a much, much earlier post on my blog, i jokingly said you don’t want to date volo. his valentine only cemented what my thoughts were before, unfortunately. and that is to say that volo is uh... for a lack of a better term, a very intense individual ( like normally, yeah this remains true but... even moreso here ) and a little unhealthy as far as pickings go.

let me.... jump into it................

volo is not someone you want to date unless you’re prepared to deal with baggage. full stop. 

now outwardly, volo is a very charismatic man. he knows how to talk the talk and walk the walk. he’s good at sweet nothings, buttering someone up, wrapping them up in silk. he’s got a tongue as silver as his eyes, and he can make you feel golden. while the popular fandom interpretation is that volo is a notorious flirt, i don’t necessarily agree with this. i do agree that he is someone who is both naturally a little flirtatious at times without meaning to be so, while simultaneously being someone who knows that if it will beget him something that he wants, then he knows how to flirt to manipulate someone. if he can figure out what it is you want to hear, he’ll tell you it. he’ll praise you, he’ll peel away your layers with finely picked words of choice, he’ll make you putty in his hands.

that being said, he’s the farthest thing from someone interested in relationships normally.

“but lucian,” you say, “isn’t volo a terribly lonely person?” and i’d tell you well yeah, of course he is. but it’s that emptiness, that vast loneliness, that makes him indifferent to the idea of romantic entanglements; or maybe the proper word is he’s afraid of them. he wouldn’t admit to it, no, but his issues with rejection and abandonment run deep -- he reacts very badly to being both rejected by arceus, and then later being abandoned by giratina as well. he lashes out, he holds onto that grudge like an oath, and whenever the wounds are touched again, he digs himself into an even deeper ditch. if he can’t handle being rejected by god too well, he doesn’t handle the thought of being abandoned by a romantic partner well, either. it’d be scored to another misfortune in his life, another cruelty of the fates and the god who rules above them, another mark for how unfair this world is. his trust issues are rampant, and you have to prove that you can earn his.

flings of any kind aren’t for him. they do nothing to help his emotional wounds, and would only worsen his state; the temporary state of them, how tangible they are, would only leave him even more bitter.

but if he is interested in you? then congratulations, it’s a difficult feat to manage. he becomes curious about people; he’s always been drawn to people who make him have to stop and think, stop and question, scratch at a specific spot in his brain. most are fleeting, but in the case it’s not, then you’ll occupy his mind more than he likes. it’s difficult to shake, the more questions about you that are raised. his valentine is pretty telling on this front:

“Well, that’s one thing to get my blood pumping. You persist to keep me intrigued… Now, how am I supposed to keep my curiosity under control!“

like... i don’t know about you, but this isn’t something someone normal says. it’s weird. it’s intense. it’s very heavy-handed, for how breezily he words it. he becomes obsessive, to put it plainly. he tries to restrain himself, but he can’t. his heart races too fast, and his blood runs too hot for rationale. he throws himself completely into it, consumingly so; like i said, he doesn’t do anything worthwhile in halves.

which, if that’s your cup of tea, then good for you? he’s nothing if not devoted, that much is clear by how heavily he devoted himself to arceus. he’ll worship you, so long as you worship him. he won’t abandon you if you won’t abandon him. he’ll devote himself thoroughly to you if you devote yourself to him in the same way. you’ll be at the center of his thoughts -- or at least take up a pretty big space in it, if you’ve got his interest enough. 

this does lead to jealousy though, considering envy is something that manifests in his character, but that seems to be par for the course with the rest of this. while jealousy is a completely rational and understandable feeling to feel, his tends to skew towards irrationality and again, being intense. he gets cagey, defensive, and locks up at again, the idea of something being taken from him again, of him being abandoned again. if he gives himself to you, he expects you to do the same. you can fix.. this part of him, probably, by assuring him that no, you aren’t going anywhere...?

in terms of going places, his curiosity will still be very high in priorities to him. he will continue being a vagabond, and having him settle in one place for long is a little difficult. the ruins and the whims of the world call to him; either you come along with, or he’ll be back in... a day, or two, or just about. but he’ll be excited to see you, and spinning stories a mile a minute, so you have that to look forward to; because he’ll always come back to you. 

that doesn’t mean you come before his ambition and his desires, though.

he’s an extremely driven person, and he’s been sold on his goal for a long time now: someone good coming into his life isn’t means to change that. it’s a stroke of luck, of good fortune, of a blessing -- but if there is someone dear to him, then why allow them to exist in a world as wrong as this? why must they be under the mercy under a god who is cruel, who does not listen? if god has abandoned its creations, and even its most devoted, how can he assure that you won’t be abandoned, too? it’s more fuel to the fire. more reason to recreate the world into one that can be better, that can be free of suffering and pain and tragedy, so you can be free of that. 

you can’t change the direction of his iron will and his mountains of ambitions; for a man who seeks to become god, prayers like those will fall to hypocritically deaf ears. but you can at least be assured he’ll have a place for you in the new world.

[1-800-hellraiser]

Can you by any chance make a Yandere Daniel Headcanons you know from Camp Camp?

Ofc! Also, this one will be just headcanons cus I wanna feed y'all, you guys have been starved of my content /j (also I'll probably update my personal headcanon book tonight as well :))

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Yan!Daniel headcanons

Requested by: Sam Clumsy (on Tumblr)

Words:

!Tws!: Yandere/obsessive behavior, swearing, and mentions of murder

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🗡 He's very VERY controling and manipulative

🗡Think of David, but 10x worse

🗡 If he finds out you're hanging out with ANYONE but him...

🗡Honey...you've got a big storm coming

🗡 Since Daniel is in a cult that helps people "accend" by, essentially murdering them, he has no problem with murdering your friends and family if they get in his way :D

🗡 You know how in the Yan!David oneshot he locked you in his basement?

🗡Daniel kind of does the same thing, but in stead of a basement, its a little log house about 30 miles away from any sort of town/village and no neighbors that you can run to.

🗡Oh! And did I mention that this cottage is surrounded by woods and dead end roads?

🗡So even if tou do manage to escape with Daniel's car. It will take you a while to get out of the wilderness.

🗡And he also put a tracking device in his car, just in case you do manage to escape.

🗡Mf really does think of EVERYTHING.

🗡He seems nice aand charming at first, but in all reality, he's a monster.

🗡He's nice and kind to you of course, but he can also be catty and vindictive.

🗡Like, he'll make you cry, but then, turn around and comfort you.

🗡He's like Mother Gothel, Rapunzel's mom

🗡He'll say no one understands you like he does. And you won't be able to find someone else like him. And to not come crying back to him when someone else breaks your heart.

🗡Because, after all...

🗡Daniel knows best :)

[slashermovieslut]

Third Time’s The Charm - Chapter 1 - Joe Goldberg x male reader

(A/N: This chapter doesn’t include many specific triggers, mostly just the obsessive behavior, mentions of death, and sexual language that always comes with reading Joe Goldberg content. Please let me know about any major triggers in the comments if you plan to read future chapters so I can tag them accordingly if they come up!)

I’ve never been into men before. I’ve loved women before, certainly. I’ve loved Beck, and before her I loved Candace. But Beck and Candace didn’t understand. Beck and Candace ended in tragedy, because they couldn’t understand my love. Seeing you for the first time, I wonder if there was a reason they didn’t work out. You are nothing like my usual type, with your worn out skin tight jeans and your baggy hoodie and your tired eyes. I have never liked a man before, but somehow you are so perfect that you transcend gender, transcend any of my usual standards. You are different from Candace and Beck and I think that is good, because Candace and Beck both died and you are alive, here and now in front of me, and you give me a half nod as you come into the shop.

You pass by the biographies and self help, thank god, and delve into the rows of fiction. What will you buy? You don’t look trendy enough for the books most people your age are buying. Will you buy classics to read for your college class? I can tell you’re a college student, you wear a lanyard around your neck, tucked under your hoodie. You’re a tease, hiding the details of your life from me, but you must be proud of how far you’ve come to be showing off the lanyard. Are you the first of your family to make it this far, or was it that you didn’t believe you could? You browse the shelves, reading the backs of covers idly, as though you have all the time in the world, even though it’s early Monday morning and I know you must have classes soon. You’re a procrastinator, I can tell.

Before I can finish taking you in, if that’s even possible, if I could ever really fully know you just by looking like this, you come up to my register and you smile at me, even though you are tired. It’s too early for you to be up, you must have been awake too late last night. You don’t take good enough care of yourself, and even though I just met you I think I might love you, because seeing you exhausted makes me want to take care of you. You’re tired, your eyes a little puffy from a restless night, but you still take the time to be kind to me, to smile at me and speak up in a voice better than any music I’ve ever heard.

“Good morning.” 

“Good morning,” I say back, and I’m glad I don’t have any music on to distract from your voice, because I could listen to it forever. I reach out to take the books as you pass them to me, and our hands brush when I take the books from your hands.

 I scan your books one by one, a stack of horror novels. Steven King, Dean Koontz, Clive Barker… they’re nothing special, nothing I would pick up, but you’re shameless, and I like that.You aren’t like the others, shame-buying King hidden at the bottom of your bag beneath a classic novel you will never read. You don’t hide behind screens either, even though I know you have a phone, a rectangular outline in the pocket of your hoodie. You have integrity, you’re proud of your choices, and you make eye contact with me while I bag your books. I look back at you, meeting your eyes, and I can tell you like me. Men don’t make this sort of eye contact unless they’re saying something they wouldn’t say out loud, and I’m sure you’re saying the same thing I am. 

You pay with your card, and I know it means you want me to know your name. I’ll have to remember it… (y/n). It fits you like a glove, and it burns into my mind instantly. Even when I close my eyes it’s there like an imprint on the back of my eyelids. I return your card and you take your bags. I promised myself I wouldn’t do this again, but I am swept up in you, (y/n), and I know it’s wrong but I can’t stop myself, I won’t stop myself, because you are different from Beck and from Candace in more ways than just your gender, and I know just looking at you that it will be better this time. You will be better.

“Thanks, Joe.” You smile at me again. Once could be politeness, but twice sends a message, and you took the time to read my name tag, so you want to know my name as much as I did yours. 

“Have a great day.” I wave, and I watch you walk away. Men don’t wear jeans like that, the kind that wrap around your legs like they were painted on. You want me to look at your ass, I can tell, and your hips sway just a little as you walk out the door. You’re flirting, I can tell, and I resolve to find you. You’re young, probably in your 20s, and your worn hoodie is from a college, though I can’t tell for sure if you attend the college. With how trendy thrift shopping is nowadays, you could just as easily have gotten it secondhand… but college kids usually have social media, and I can find you, I know it. You’ve probably got a Facebook somewhere, though knowing people your age it’s half abandoned and used only to wish grandmothers happy birthday. Still, a Facebook is easy to track down, and it will tell me more about you, your family, your life. I need that. I’m hungry for you, (y/n). I need to know more, to know you as well as I know myself. 

After Beck, I promised myself and the world that I would never fall in love like this again, but you, (y/n), are the exception. I didn’t have a choice in falling for you, not really. It happened all at once, like a lightning strike, and now..? God help us both, you are going to be mine. 

[dreamties]

Yandere! Michael Myers x Gender Neutral! S/O

A/n- I wrote this sort of mirroring some of the ideas from this previous headcanon set I did for Michael(linked here)- but I’ve twisted it to be a lot more sadistic. 

Also, I don’t condone any of the characters actions in here. That should really go without saying but...just to be on the safe side.

T/W- Stalking, Kidnapping, Physical Abuse/Violence, Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Themes...just let me know if there are more warnings you want added !!

Word Count: 511

When he looks at you for the first time, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He had been stalking a potential victim when you appeared- so sweet and pure and full of light. Feelings he couldn’t quite explain bubbled up inside him as gazed upon you. He didn’t know someone like you could even exist. But make no mistakes- this is not love. This is monstrous and hungry and a part of him craves you. He doesn’t want to care for you or hold you in his arms at night- he only wants to own you. Keep you deep inside his darkness- trapped with him. This takes the one, small part of him that had the potential to love and have good feelings and be tender- and it festered inside of him. Growing dark and ugly, allowing it to consume his entire being. This version of Michael is hardly- if at all- affectionate. You're just so pretty and fun to look at. And it's nice to have someone to come back to. Sometimes he'll trace his fingers, crusted with blood and dirt, along your face. You try not to cringe too much at it, or back away- cause as disturbed as you are, you're much more afraid of what would happen if you tried to retaliate or stop it in anyway. Michael’s a planner- he likes to take his time. He stalks his prey before the kill. And while you’re not being added to his kill count- it’s deeply important that he knows what he’s dealing with, regardless if your his next victim or not. He needs to know how you work, and move, and breathe. So when the two of you collide, he’ll know all the ways you’ll respond. He’ll know how to take you...handle you. And with all this meticulous planning, and you still put up a fight? You struggle too much in his embrace? Well, Michael might be a bit...annoyed. He expected some resistance but (somehow) not to this level. If this happens...he won’t say no to violence. Nothing too extreme just enough to quiet you or knock you out. He was hoping he could take you back to his place easy, but he supposes this works too. Michael does most of his killing around Halloween, of course, so he won't be too worried about you running away. Cause he'll be there a majority of the time. But when he's out killing, he knows it'll be a problem...and, again, will take drastic and extreme measures to make you stay. Y'know, break your legs or something really awful. He doesn't mind seeing your twisted expression and pained screams too much- cause he's reminded of the fact that you'll still be with him afterwards. He has to do this. To keep you. As long as you’re with him, he’s content. And he will stop at nothing to get you- even if his darkness seeps from him and infects everything around him- including you. He’s not afraid of the infection, he knows it’s inevitable on his hunt for you.

[cyro-starfire]

TW: OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, BLOOD

GORETOBER DAY 4 - O B S S E S I V E B E H A V I O R

[saintshigaraki]

In your own words, how would you explain love as consumption?

tw obsessive behavior, mentions of cannibalism

for me, personally, when i talk about love as consumption or consumption as an act of love, most of the time, i think of it as a subgenre of obsessive love, violent love, even. when you love someone so much you can hardly stand it. when you love someone so much you want to consume them or be consumed by them. i see it almost as a merging. loving someone so much and wanting to be as close as physically possible, always.

but thats not to say that i think consumption as an act of love can only apply to obsessive and unhealthy relationships. i know this is going to sound so strange anon, so bear with me, but i read a fantastic passage (that ive now lost which makes me so angry bc its one of the most interesting things ive ever read) about the symbolism of oral sex, and in this passage the author dubbed oral sex as a form of 'erotic cannibalism' which just blew my mind at the time but also made so much sense because you're literally consuming a part of your lover during the act. im bringing this up only bc i think its a great example of how consumption can be an act of healthy love, not just obsessive.

BUT, again, most of the time when i mention love as consumption i am specifically talking about an unhealthy need to consume your partner, consume their time, their thoughts, their touch, and all the love they have to give.

i hope i explained this semi-understandably, and i hope you have a great day!!