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Mutual codependency, obsession, and self destruction until we end up killing one another? :-)

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🥩There I am, a dripping bloody love. 🥩

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If you moan "kill me" during sex, you're getting pounded into the next dimension while I squeeze your neck. I hope you know that.

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If you found out I was a monster, would you still trust me even though my teeth are so sharp and your body is so fragile and my whole house smells like death? Please come closer ♡

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Dispair by Llyas Phaizulline

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I'm just fascinated with fear and blood and pain and guts and decomposition and maggots and skeletons and the procedure of autopsy and the dedication of keeping someone after death and lambs going willingly to the slaughter and the taste of fear and blood and-

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I want to gaslight someone into thinking they want to get killed by me. It will feel so, so good to know that their last breath is fulfilling their purpose, to die for my pleasure. That their body is supposed to be a corpse and supposed to be used. That they want it.

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I just like how slow and drawn out skinning someone is as a mode of killing. So much time to savor their pain and the glistening of their exposed muscle and fat.

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heartless?

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cannibalism as a metaphor of love? wrong!! couple bonding time. without filter/colors underneath, because I kind of like that version better.

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i want to watch you sway from a noose while your face changes colour due to the pressure of the rope around your pretty neck. let me pull up a chair and touch you while you gasp for air, legs thrashing, hands reaching out for me. do you think you’ll die or cum first?

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2 for the ask game.

2. Weirdest fantasy?

Usually, when people ask about fantasies, it's more general. But my weirdest fantasy is really specific. It's an extremely vivid dream I had at one point that now lives in my head rent-free. A character from something I'm writing (who is somewhat based off of J, but not entirely) brought me to his attic to show me his firearms. There was a shelving unit there, with five jars. Each had meat in them, some more intact and some reduced to slush in the bottom. There were flies and maggots in the jars, multiple generations deep. I figured he must open the lids from time to time to let air in. The room smelled like rotting flesh, but not strongly, and it was barely noticeable in the rest of his house. He may have abandoned the jars when the contents turned entirely to dark liquid. The larvae in those were dead, probably suffocated. I knew that this was what he really brought me up here to see. He knew I was interested in entomology, but I could sense that this had...more significance than some idle experiment. I asked him what this was. He remarked that I'd never asked about his family, and he liked that, so he figured he'd introduce me to them. The way he said it was casual, like a joke, but it was obviously a test, and a very intimate one. He was normally so controlled that seeing this urgent instability close to the surface almost made me nervous on his behalf.

Then he ran his fingers over the lids of the jars, stopping at the fourth. It contained a greyish, slime-covered meat teeming with life. "This is my brother," he said, and removed the lid.

He reached in and extracted a maggot, eight days old, fat and squirming. When his eyes returned to mine there was lust in them. He ran one thumb over my bottom lip, the maggot still in his other hand. He didn't kiss me, just watched every detail of my expression with anticipation, looking for fear, repulsion, or maybe even his lust returned. I wanted to taste him. I couldn't, not while he's still alive. So I accepted the maggot, tentatively picking it up in my left hand, and placed it carefully on my tongue. The way he smiled at me...

The larvae started to crawl in my mouth. I paid attention to the sensation for as long as I could hold out, only a few seconds, really, and then closed my mouth and swallowed.

He thanked me. Then, he kissed my throat before moving to my mouth. I allowed it. Soon, I was pressed against the wall, and he asked if he could get off, and said I wouldn't need to get undressed, in fact, it would be better if I didn't.

This is where I leave the fantasy and instead "I" become another character from that project, who secretly dreads sex due to dysphoria, partially gender but mostly because of their human appearance, which feels incredibly wrong to them. The character with jars containing the rotting flesh of family members shouldn't have known that by "when" in the story I could instinctively tell this took place. I suspect stalking.

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oh i wouldn't be killing you out of like, moral revenge or anything. i'd just enjoy the irony of it, how i'm getting the same sadistic pleasure from you that you got from your victims. if you're turned on by it rather than acting all guilty and blubbering, that just makes it more fun for both of us :)

and as for your ribs, i'd definitely take some handheld shears to them. i wanna hear that gorgeous snapping sound as i cut each bone in sequence and your breathing becomes more and more painful and strained. the more you writhe in pain, the faster your guts would fall out of your slit belly and slop onto the floor.

Oh, if I could hear that sound right now <3

I would certainly be the type to struggle, but I imagine I would've lost any hope of surviving this by the time you bring out the shears. Hearing ribs snapping while I'm still aroused from some stalker describing my own kills to me, seeing their sadistic expression almost like a mirror of mine, if not for the pain, it would be sublime. There would really be no way to get you to stop, being unable to speak or resist.

You said that you would keep my head and any parts of me you couldn't eat or fuck you would put into a woodchipper. I think you can eat or fuck almost every part of a human. Would it be my organs you destroy? My brain? How would it feel to dispose of them?

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The line between fighting and murder can be crossed slightly quicker than the line between fighting and sex, which is why I think it's natural, when you're fighting someone who you hate but who is admittedly attractive, for it to lead to one of you in a pool of their/your own blood, struggling to breathe or stay conscious, and the other burying their/your cock, strap, or hands into the dying one's stab wound. That is how it's supposed to be. Otherwise, injuries wouldn't make people moan and cry like that. And if they don't, then it's clearly a challenge to break them. It's actually your duty to put your boot on their neck. Watch them get scared, it feels so good ♡

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not the hater anon, but i'm gonna assume "how would you kill me?" is an open question

first i'd bind your wrists and ankles, and hang you from the ceiling with a meat hook through your jaw. while i'm doing that i'd recount all the ways you've killed people before, and tease you about how you're going to join them. i'd ask if you're excited, but of course you can't speak.

i'd stab you low in the belly and drag the knife up to the hole in your chin. probably cut your ribs out too, so you can't breathe and there's more room for all your exposed organs to spill out. then i'd cut the rope connecting the meat hook to the ceiling, and let you fall four feet onto hard concrete and collapse into a pile of your own viscera.

i'd take a few bites out of your raw, bloody heart, before hacking off your limbs for meat and your head for a toy. any parts of you that i can't eat or fuck go in the woodchipper and get mulched.

Someone knows what I'm into~

Would you feel justified in killing me because of what I did to others? I hope you don't expect me to feel guilty if you recounted those actions back to me. I'd probably get turned on. I'd be so curious to know how you found out about all that, but I suppose I would never find out.

Good luck with the ribs. Are you more a fan of ribs cutters, a handheld electric saw, or a hacksaw? Sounds like a painful way to die, I wonder how long I'd stay conscious through it. It would be fascinating to feel the things my victims felt in their last moments, except I'd know exactly what's coming, how it looks and feels from the outside.

I think someone eating my heart would be a lovely last sight, if I survived that long ♡

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I'm on a trip back to my hometown where I don't have a signal or wifi most of the time, so I've been offline. I love being in the middle of nowhere. I could keep someone captive without silencing them in any way. I would just let them scream as I torture them to death. I could bury them out in the forest or sink them in a bog, and the odds of anyone recovering the remains would be infinitesimal.

I'm also staying next to a graveyard, in the middle of nowhere, so there's that ♡