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[sapphic-horror]

CANNIBAL LESBOY

[PT: cannibal lesboy]

- a flag for lesboys who enjoy cannibalism in media, cannibalism as a metaphor for love, or just a generally cannibal-themed lesboy flag

ID: a rectangular flag with six equal-width horizontal stripes; (top to bottom) dark red, red, orange-red, light yellow, grayish-purple, and dark blue. /END ID.

[arsonists-oatmeal]

I apologize beforehand to the tumblr fallen london community for what is about to be said Anyways with one of SMEN's things being make a candle out of your own rendered body fat, do you recon one could make one out of the fatty part of breast tissue? Cause now im thinking, when i get top surgery, what are the chances of requesting to keep the tissue for the purpose of making a candle out of it? Probably low chances but I think that would be cool.

may this cursed thought haunt you like it's been haunting me

[tongues--and--teeth]

Fuck i fucking love your art smmmm

Berserk boi

QUICK GIVE ME ALL YOUR BERSERK CACAOO HCSSS

Oh my god! Thank you so much! This totally made my day <33333

I'm so sorry this took so long, I've been really busy lately :(

(TW for gore mention)

So actually I headcanon that his berserk form is connected to his soul jam. Kind of like a little side effect. Y'know what use is a sword if not to harm others? If not to shed blood? (and also this sword hurts its owner too!) and it's the soul jam of resolution which is also dictionary definition, literally a firm decision that you're unwavering in. If Dark Cacao ever goes back on his decision to take the sword, guess what! He goes berserk until it consumes all of his life force and kills him. woo. 

He used to be able to control the berserk form a little, being able to turn partially into it to fight and stuff. He did lose the power to do so as he got older. Turning into his half-form and full form basically torturing him every time he tried to use it. It also completely removes pretty much all mental capacity for intelligent thought, so he can't use it in a "productive" way even if he wanted to. Basically just blind destruction with no distinction between friend or foe. 

(^that's actually the concept for the drawing you saw)

Personally, I have his berserk form more or less as kind of an allegory for illness, a physical manifestation of internal pain. He was making it a fuel to keep going instead of actually confronting the “bad stuff” that happened. He was taking how it hurt him and using that to keep going, instead of confronting it head-on and getting it to stop hurting him. Eventually, he couldn't keep doing this, it was destroying him and he was losing control. So now, he couldn’t use it for anything, aka, his pain isn't useful anymore. Anyway, he does still transform into his berserk form (albeit unintentionally) but only during times of extreme stress and triggers like certain sounds, textures, and tastes. It's also triggered through more physical means, if he stands too long his legs start turning to smoke, if he fights too long his eyes glow white, it's torture every time. In very special cases (Pomegranate Cookie) he goes full berserk, it usually takes him out for weeks, unable to do much, hardly able to take care of himself, much less able to make himself useful as a king or as a warrior.

Actually, after he stopped going berserk back in book 14, I think he was cut open pretty much everywhere underneath his armor. His guts were spilling out, and were barely contained by his armor. It basically cut him almost completely in half. He still managed to fight afterwards, obviously at great personal cost, but he was still able to fight. Weeks after, he could barely move, he was stuck in bed, and even small things like sitting up were a huge struggle. The only reason he's not dead is because of his soul jam, the same reason he was cursed in the first place. His immortality at the cost of eternal suffering and the like.

After book 14, he forces enough energy to attend the council of heroes (AKA Cookie Odyssey chapter 1) but the smallest things keep setting him off, turning him slightly berserk every time. He is spending every second he can lying down in his tent. It prevents his wounds from healing, and it also keeps him from thinking clearly. When he tried killing Clotted Cream the, admittedly very little, healing that was done was immediately reversed. He ended up barely functioning, with the only reason he was able to continue with the council was because Hollyberry noticed him limping and had Pure Vanilla heal him. Which only did so much, because it’s…A curse that's both caused by and stopped by his immortality, and you can't just fix that without probably killing him instantly. So, he doesn’t have a permanent solution, and he’s stuck with this until the end of time.

Thank you again for the ask. It was really fun to do! Sorry again for taking so long to finish it :(

[novelist-becca]

Films I will 100% avoid (and recommend others do as well) thanks to the stupid dark web rabbit hole

Slaughter vomit dolls (as well as other films in that trilogy)

The bunny game

Serbian film

Where the dead go to die

Tumbling flesh doll

Girl hell 1999

Human centipede

[gbveryspecialguests]

Inspector Cranium: He didn’t see us..

Dr. Crawler: All clear - Now let’s head into that Hall!

Dr. Maniac: You heard the snake! Let’s slither through and get them out of here!

Scarlet Starlet: Oh! You all owe me for getting cobweb on my boots!

Purple Rage: I got Madison!

Captain Ben: I found yer comic pals, Maniac!

Inspector Cranium: We got some of the MP! Now where’s the mirror?

Dr. Crawler: All of them are broken…

Inspector Cranium: I read their minds, there should be one right here!

King Tuttan-Rha: … Men, remember how disgusted you all were when I showed you my breakfast?

Captain Ben: Again, we don’t want to know yer cannibalism stories!

King Tuttan-Rha: So I should keep this cocoon of Jerry’s remains closed then?

[arctic-whatever]

Could never survive in the natural habitats of arctic wolves. I’d hate to rip apart some innocent elk or hare in the name of meat and the phase of life.

And I’d hate that a large part of me would take a horrible, monstrous glee in that bloodied frenzy of action.

[brutalage]

Interesting about the symbolism of hearts in the BTTB thread . Since Vandal strikes / cuts down into Bart’s heart to kill him ( specifically blasting through a very precise cut of the vena cava , but it also just left a HOLE in his chest ) . Bart had previously believed that no one would care for him if he’d died , so Vandal left him broken hearted purposefully . Literally . He knows how he truly views himself , at least that much .

but then , two of Vandal’s subsequent deaths after his actions are directly related to his own heart . Grodd breaks his body , punctures his organs , and phases his heart out of his chest via mind control of Wally’s body . His alternate self eats everything , but leaves Vandal’s heart to lie on the floor .

And then , there’s plot-related things which I will not discuss here just yet . 👀

it’s very visceral to me . emotionally & physically . the heart . love , life , dreams , emotions , blood , even hatred . a cold heart , or having none at all .

[decayedgender]

— Nightgoric

A gender relating to having nightmares relating to gore. Can be relating to dying inside a nightmare, someone dying in a gorey way in a nightmare or having gore relating nightmares !!

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[Image ID: 2 mogai flag made up of 7 horizontal even stripes. From top to bottom the colours are navy blue, a dark grey blue, black, red, black, a dark grey blue, navy blue. In the centre of the first flag there are the letters zzz in a dark navy blue colour, the second one lacks the letters. End ID]

[stupid-toh-aus]

Stupid "O titan where art thou" AU where king Did want a dark deed done in his name. The deed was killing Belos. Eda and Luz do their heist as normal, but when Lilith comes back to King and Steve, she has a bloody mask. She brings it with her when the CATTs reunite.

She is immediately sent to therapy.

[leondxs]

idk man leo being captured by some is just -chef’s kiss- bc he’d be at his most feral being scared out of his mind. His jailor would taunt him and he’d bite their fingers clean off.

[daydrcamings]

@demongemz

"wakey, wakey... agent graham."

eleanor called out in a sing-song tone, though her voice wouldn't be recognised by william. technology was a wonderful thing. a lovely little bit of tech to distort her voice, a mask covering her features, a baggy janitor's uniform to hide her frame... eleanor had placed many things in place to ensure her identity will never be revealed. "c'mon, william. it's time to play a game." she cooed, grinning beneath the mask.

"i should warn you... you're bound to be in a fair amount of pain. more than likely due to the lack of some... useless appendages." she hummed, twirling a knife around in her gloved hands. "don't worry, you won't miss them where you're going. but first... you and i need a little chat, don't you think?"

[positivelybeastly]

Could a fun and flirty summer dress have fixed Hank? I feel like he’d never have become a war criminal if he just got to eat cake and dress pretty on Wednesdays back in the day

"To flense: slice the skin or fat from a carcass, especially that of a whale. Example use in a sentence: 'I flensed and butchered my prattling Anonymous inquisitor for asking inane questions.'"

I made this for you, Anon.

[spaced-out-muses]

Mori, what's your daily work life like as a mortician? See anything weird?

Mori blinks, turning to regard you with a curious look. It's raining, not very hard, but enough so that the mortician has their umbrella in hand as they exit a nearby convenience store.

"Mm... In most cases the "weirdness" comes from the family of the deceased," They muse, pausing for a moment in thought. "Although... It's not weird, per-say, but... this was about a year or two ago, mind you, and the woman I was in the process of embalming had breast implants."

They shift a bit, lightly tapping the tip of their umbrella on the pavement.

"I must have used too much embalming fluid at the time, as one of said implants just kinda..." they make a faint 'pop' sound, moving to open their umbrella. Their lips quirk up a bit.

"It wasn't the worst thing that could have happened, all things considered. Looking back on it, it's a little funny."

[draconxs]

𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 :     a  little  assortment  of  action  prompts  for  muses  who  may  or  may  not  hate  each  other.  remember  to  tag  your  blood  and  violence.  add  +reverse  to  swap  the  roles. @waraxarcana asked: Surrender reverse

This was pathetic, Kaido could not be any more disappointed as he was in that moment in which a great fall could not grant him the sweet release of death nor did the rookies he happened to fall upon do much to even make him break a sweat.

And they said the worst generation was going to be a bunch of hotshot threats? They couldn't even survive a passing sneeze from an emperor!

While Kaido himself stood practically untouched, the battlefield around him was littered in scrap, blood, and various body parts blown off from the force of his swings. If there was one loss he actually felt a tinge of regret for, it was the black cat mink he blew away that was intent on saving his captain. Oh well, subjugation of what remained was well in hand anyways especially after beating one particular red headed brat into a bloody pulp.

Basil Hawkins appeared to have the most sense out of all of them. There was Apoo who by all means was unscathed, but he wasn't looking at him right now, no, he was focused on what the strawman was going to choose. Fight and die like a fool or submit to his service.

Levelling a gore matted kanabo at Hawkins bowed head, he spoke not the least bit out of breath.

"Do you yield?" He didn't want his assessment to be proven wrong. It would be such a shame to see young talents go to waste.

[brandstifter-sys]

Revenge

For @dukexietyweek Day 5: Pranks           (Ao3)(login required)

Word Count: 1324

Rating: T

Characters: Remus, Virgil, Roman

Warnings: Sexual themes, needles, gore mention, anaphylaxis

Remus just loves pranks! But when he goes a little too far, Virgil makes him pay dearly.

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Whoopie cushions were child's play, but even kids toys could make something incredible! Remus was happy to plant them on every chair in mindscape, giggling at the prospect of fart jokes. Especially at Janus and Roman's expenses! 

But that involved setting up the whoopie cushions first. And that was a problem because his chest of pranks was on the other side of the room and there were tripwires crossing the floor. They were all spiderwebs. 

Remus knew he shouldn't have switched the sugar with salt when Virgil was making coffee. Virgil was good at revenge! 

He glanced at the ceiling and saw canopies of webs that drooped from whatever cargo they held. Remus could smell the soapy water waiting to rain down on him. Virgil was very good at revenge. 

He could have easily avoided the trap by sinking out, but this was a challenge. Remus couldn't resist a challenge, much like the mythical figure he shared a name with. 

He willed his usual attire on and carefully got up. 

Splash

He wasn't careful enough to notice the actual trip wire that crossed his bed. It was at hip height when he stood. Q

And he was covered in the most horrible stench! It didn't burn more than his nostrils, but it was cruel. The only canopy that opened was right over his bed. Virgil was great at revenge.

With nothing else to lose, Remus skipped to his door, snapping every trip wire with twisted glee. The soap would burn but it would get rid of the stench. 

But none of the other traps went off. That bastard really went all out. Virgil was in for a rude awakening when Remus could get him back! 

Remus sank out and rose up in the common area kitchen where the others were supposed to be having breakfast. The only one there was Roman, eating cereal and trying to avoid Patton and Janus. 

He sniffed the air and glared at Remus. He could recognize the stench. 

"So you're the one who stole my rose cologne!" he snarled and stood up. Remus glanced from shoulder to shoulder and stared at Roman like he was making up nonsense.

"Why would I steal something so putrid and then wear so much of it? I'm not going for fairytale prince chic." 

"'Putrid!?'" Roman gasped and clutched his chest, "My cologne is the highest quality! Crafted by the woodland fairies from the rarest flowers!" 

"Mhm, so anywhore, have you seen Virgil?" Remus asked and cracked his neck. His smile was far too wide and sharp for Roman's comfort. 

"I haven't seen or heard from Virgil since yesterday," Roman said and reached for his sword, just in case. 

And then who should appear on the counter with no warning?

"Sup?" Virgil yawned. He smirked wickedly when he saw Remus, soaked in cologne and irate. That pretty impish bastard was not allowed to look so good when he was being unabashedly evil! 

"You!" Remus snapped and suddenly appeared directly in front of him.

"Me?" Virgil asked, feigning innocence. 

"You did this to me!" Remus snapped and grabbed him by the hoodie, "You're too cruel!" 

"Am I? Looks and smells like you only triggered one of them. I was going for crueler." 

"I smell like Roman! There's nothing crueler than that!" Remus groaned and bowed his head, ignoring his brother sputtering indignantly. 

Virgil tilted his chin up with one finger and huffed out a fond chuckle. 

"Is that a challenge? Because I have a few ideas," Virgil teased and licked his lips. 

Roman side-eyed the pair and sank out with his cereal. He could feel the sexual and romantic tension in the air, and he did not want to be anywhere near it! 

"You have my attention," Remus grinned.

"I was thinking something that involves a knife, a lot of rope, and cosmetic surgery."

"Ooh!" Remus giggled and shimmied, "Any anesthetic?" 

"It wouldn't be cruel with anesthesia, now would it?" Virgil taunted and leaned closer, sliding his hand to cup the back of Remus' head. 

"Keep talking like that, it's turning me on," Remus said excitedly. 

"No anesthetic, no adrenaline, just you and me and a rusty old knife," Virgil purred and pulled him closer until Remus' mustache tickled his lip. 

Remus was absolutely vibrating where he stood. He had no idea why Virgil was being flirty but he was not passing up this opportunity! 

"Let's take this to your room," Virgil purred and pressed a quick kiss to the duke's lips. He pulled away before Remus could reciprocate and vanished in a cloud of smoke. 

Remus groaned and sank out, far too excited to even consider that this could be another trap. He was too excited and aroused to think of anything other than smooching that spider. 

But when he reappeared in his room, Remus was all alone. He pouted for a moment and then decided that Virgil was just getting those supplies. He would come soon! (And if their previous interaction was anything to go by, so would the duke!) 

Remus' face lit up when he heard a knock on the door. That had to be Virgil! He raced to the door and flung it open. 

Splash

Virgil was on the other side of the door, smiling darkly at the drenched duke. Remus was covered in soapy water and purple glitter. He was pouting like a kid.

"Now you really look like a poor little meow meow," Virgil quipped and flipped his bangs. 

"You're so cruel! You devious, devious man!" Remus whined pitifully and fell to his knees, "What other hell will you unleash upon me!" 

"If you stay down there, I'm sure you can think of something," Virgil hummed. 

"Absolutely wicked and foul!" Remus moaned and hugged Virgil's knees, "and now you're tempting me with a good time just to tear it away!" 

Virgil rolled his eyes and pulled Remus to his feet. 

"Why would I do that? That's just torturing myself for no reason," Virgil scoffed, "No matter how cute you are when you grovel." 

Remus grinned and shimmied impishly. 

"Are you saying that you wanted to get me wet for a little fun? How forward of you, Virgil!" 

"I think you know why I set this up." 

"I switched the salt and sugar," Remus said and scratched his neck. He was sure his skin was blotchy and red from the soap because it itched like a bitch.

"Do you know how salty I am without adding more?" 

"Nope! Can I get a taste?" Remus teased, unsure if his heart was hammering due to anaphylaxis or the blush that crossed Virgil's cheeks. 

Virgil huffed and grabbed him by the shirt. Remus was thrilled when he crashed their lips together and melted in his hold. 

He groaned when Virgil bit his lip with his spider fangs. His fear venom was just as good as adrenaline, if not better. Remus was pretty sure that the kiss itself would flood him with adrenaline. 

Virgil pulled away and licked his lips. Remus was getting dizzy as Virgil pulled a syringe from his pocket and stabbed Remus in the leg. He yelped and grabbed Virgil's shoulders.

"Antihistamine," Virgil muttered and finished injecting him, "And steroids for the allergic reaction." 

"You thought this through," Remus giggled, "You should cuddle with me after being so mean—naked." 

"Go to bed. I'll be right there," Virgil said and nudged him towards the bed. 

Remus didn't think about it when he stumbled to his bed. There was one final trip wire. 

Splash

Remus squeaked when a cascade of icy water doused him. There was no soap this time around, just water and humiliation. 

He glanced back and saw Virgil smirking at him. Virgil was a master at revenge. 

And Remus wanted to kiss that smug edgelord until his lips fell off. He was going to switch the salt and sugar again just to get a taste of this side of Virgil.

[arctic-whatever]

I tried to become a vegetarian once. It was a few years back now.

That was about when the cravings started, when I would start waking up in the dead of night, hungering for meat and blood and all the hunt and chase that comes with it. I’d have what probably would have been nightmares to people, dreams of bloodied deer carcasses, dreams of tearing into dead flesh, dreams of being a wolf. I couldn’t be around meat without drooling subconsciously, without feeling the urge to tear it apart and feast on it. Simultaneously disgusted and somewhat… validated as a nonhuman, I gave up on trying to go vegetarian.

I have a deep sympathy for the animals bred and slaughtered for human consumption. It makes me sick to the core most of the time, thinking about what humans will do for a stable and reliable source of food.

But I can’t do it. I can’t give up the taste of meat.