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gingerbreadmonsters · 5 months
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reminder: it's not technically cannibalism if they're not the same species 👍
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possamble · 10 days
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What I love about Dungeon Meshi is that it says “eat, or be eaten,” but not as in “survival of the fittest.” “Eat, or be eaten,” because there is no third choice—every day of your life, one or the other will happen. If you choose not to eat, you will be eaten. Eating is a mandatory part of being alive. The failure to acknowledge this makes you weak, guarantees that you will fail—as seen with Shuro, as seen with Thistle.
“Eat, or be eaten,” because “living things take other lives as sustenance, and no one is exempt.” If you eat—if you are a living thing—you will be eaten one day. Whether it's to literally be killed and eaten for your flesh, or decomposed down to the bone—violently or painlessly, quickly or slowly, you will be eaten and turned into sustenance for other living things. A dead body is always consumed as food, and there is no meaningful distinction between the two. The only way to avoid it is to have never been born at all.
“Eat, or be eaten,” because “eating is a privilege of the living.” And isn’t that incredible? To be a living thing is to have the privilege of eating. To have the ability to eat is a boon, an honour, a birthright. It is the unique, universe-given gift and right of all living things. It is synonymous with being alive—to live is to eat. To eat is to be eaten. We are eaten because we eat, we die because we were born, and the privilege of eating is earned through the inevitability of our deaths. The two cannot be separated. 
“Eat, or be eaten,” because “eating is a privilege of the living” and the reason why a mortal man could topple the personification of infinity—it cannot die, therefore it is not alive, yet it chose to eat. But to eat at all is to become a thing that can be eaten—choosing to take means you will have things taken from you in the same manner. The moment that Laios accepted this—after killing his sister with his own hands—was the moment the Winged Lion had already lost.
Dungeon Meshi is far from the first story to say, “memento mori.” But it takes the inevitability of death—a concept too distant and philosophical to grip the average person—and reframes it within the act of eating. Makes it visceral by using a universal part of daily life, a routine that every living thing is intimately familiar with. 
“Remember that you will die,” it says, but furthermore, “remember that your future death is a prerequisite for the food you are able to eat now—remember that other things die so that you can eat, remember that you will die to feed something else, and that there is no other alternative. There is no way to stop this. To take is to have things taken from you. To eat is to be eaten one day. There is nothing kind or cruel about this—it just is, and you must be the one to understand it and bring meaning to your own existence.
In light of all this, why wouldn't you choose to live as deliciously as possible?”
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moonstandardtime · 27 days
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lil thing from my fic TRY IT AGAIN, CHEATER! nothing to see here just fantasizing about normal things
(Reblogs are VERY appreciated!! <3)
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carrythatwayt · 4 months
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S3 speed run
i know the last one isn't strictly accurate but I think the joke stands
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kyouka-supremacy · 1 year
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The bsd author realizing too late they've missed their chance during the cannibalism arc of making Akutagawa be cured from the disease via true love's kiss so to make up for it they've finally resolved around making Akutagawa be cured from the vampirism via true love's kiss. A wise choice I must say
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johnny--hoestar · 1 year
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Happy Pride specifically to Ienaga Kano, a canonical trans woman from the manga and anime series Golden Kamuy <33
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whumpshaped · 8 months
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whumptober 4
prompt list masterlist
tw possession? more just two souls sharing the same body but in a werewolfier sense... but it's not a werewolf- nonhuman whumpee, dehumanisation, captivity, fantasies of gore and cannibalism (doesn't actually happen), manipulation, conditioning
"You in there?"
Whumpee threw themself agaisnt the bars of their cage, feral as can be. There didn't seem to be a single coherent thought behind their eyes, only the bloodlust and hunger of the beast within them. Whumper sighed, exasperated.
"That's no good. I don't want an animal. Not right now." They turned around to look at the guards by the door, silently contemplating which one they needed less. "Hey, you. C'mere."
The chosen guard was visibly anxious as they followed the order, standing beside Whumper. "Yes, sir."
"I need Whumpee a little calmer. More... clear-headed. Docile." They put a hand on the back of the guard's neck, slowly guiding them towards the cage in which Whumpee was still wreaking havoc. "You think you can do that for me?"
"What exactly is my job here, sir?"
"Whatever you need to do to beat some sense into them." Whumper tilted their head to the side with a wicked grin on their face. "Or feed them. Both works for me."
The guard swallowed. Clearly, Whumper didn't actually expect them to be anything more than pet food. "If I may, sir, I think I have a better person for this sort of thing."
Whumper laughed. "Oh, I bet you do."
"One of the medical staff–"
"I'm not putting my doctors and nurses in danger."
"No, that's not it– one of them seems to be well-liked by... this thing, sir. Very well-liked. I think it would be beneficial to bring them in so they could attempt to calm the beast from the outside. Of course, I would never suggest sending them inside, sir."
"You're so desperate to get out doing anything, huh?" Whumper shrugged. "Fine. Who is it?"
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The scent of blood. The scent of flesh. The scent of living humans walking around in the room. Whumpee was hardly conscious of any of that, but the beast was. And it wanted to rip into those things, tear people apart and lap at their blood.
The world always seemed so small whenever the beast was in control. It was always hyperfocused on a single little thing, a single sensation like hunger, and it wouldn't let any other thought disrupt that focus. Whumpee could never rationalise with it. Logic didn't exist to the beast, nor did requests, or even orders. The beast didn't have friends or loved ones to listen to.
Except one.
"Um... hello."
Whumpee immediately recognised the voice. They wanted to scream at them to leave, to get away and not look back. They couldn't be trusted right now.
But strangely... it wasn't only them who recognised Caretaker. The beast stopped its violent protest against the confinement for a moment to sniff the air, pupils dilating as it realised who was standing on the other side of the bars.
"Remember me?" Caretaker asked with a gentle smile. Whumpee felt themself nod in unison with the monster trapped inside of their body. It was still pressing its whole body against the bars of their prison, — both the iron and flesh one, — but it wasn't as malicious anymore. "Good. Good... Um... You're not... supposed to be out right now."
The beast whined, and Whumpee suddenly felt a deep sorrow for it. They could feel the pain radiating from its soul, fusing nicely with their own sense of unwantedness.
"I know. I know. I'm sorry." Caretaker came closer, and the beast made no move to hurt them. It didn't try to reach through the bars and grab them by the throat. It just stood there, hurt, lost, and confused, wanting so desperately for Caretaker to say something that would've made it better. "If... if you don't let Whumpee take the reigns for a while, I... I'm inclined to believe they will hurt you."
Whumpee knew that very well. They doubted that the beast cared much, though. It wasn't the beast who had to be conscious for the recovery. It took the wheel to cause chaos and destruction, then left Whumpee to pick up the pieces.
Sure enough, it wasn't very convinced. Its attention shifted to the other people in the room and growled threateningly, only getting more riled up when it got no response from Whumper.
"Hey. Don't do that," Caretaker asked softly. It didn't listen. "Hey..." The bars weren't far enough away from each other to allow Whumpee to reach through, but Caretaker was able to get a thin arm in between them. Multiple people tried to step forward and stop them, but Whumper simply told them to stay back. Whumpee wanted to step back and get away... but they weren't in a position to do so, even though they shared a body with the vicious thing.
But the beast didn't attack. It let Caretaker cup its cheek and direct its attention back to them, and the growling died off quickly.
"Getting hurt and getting yourself sent to the medical ward isn't the only way to see me," they whispered. "I promise. So please, stop this for now. I will come back on a day that's a bit less busy, and when the boss doesn't need to talk to Whumpee specifically. Don't get yourself hurt for no reason."
It rubbed its face against their hand like a housecat, whining pitifully. Clearly, it didn't want to let Caretaker go. It was painfully lonely, Whumpee realised with a wave of guilt.
"I will come back," they repeated. "I will."
Usually, the beast would just disappear from one moment to the other, leaving Whumpee to jolt awake as if they'd just had a nightmare, but in the middle of an unfamiliar situation. But this time, it handed over the reigns in a controlled manner Whumpee didn't even think was possible.
They slowly gained control over each muscle in their body one by one, until they had the clarity to stop nuzzling against a nurse's hand like an animal. They pulled away feeling quite embarrassed. "Sorry," they muttered.
"No need to apologise." Caretaker pulled their hand back through the bars. "I wish I didn't have to tell it to go away. I'm sorry."
The tender moment was instantly interrupted by Whumper's shrill laugh. "That's amazing! That's perfect! We've got a monster-tamer in our ranks, huh?"
Caretaker flinched away from the noise, and Whumpee found themself grateful that there were bars separating them from the source. They could feel the beast growling from inside of them again, eager to defend its only friend, but all they could do was tell it to quiet down; though they couldn't deny the uncomfortable feeling in their own stomach when they saw Whumper throw an arm around Caretaker's shoulder.
"I wonder how else we can utilise this little friendship of yours."
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pushing500 · 1 month
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Alright, Duchess. You've got two boys and two girls. You can stop having kids now before we run out of cryptosleep caskets on the ship.
Welcome to Baby Gangster, by the way. I'm sure Dire Wolf is delighted to have a sister at last <3
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I imagine that Pro, being air caste, is getting a bit sick of wandering around the planet. She's ready and raring to go, and who am I to deny her? Start the engine!
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We were immediately raided by pigskins, who were scared off by Pro herself (she's quite dangerous with that Pulse Carbine of hers!), but not before one raider managed to throw some grenades.
Unfortunately, Magic Man's beloved pet razorjack Dopey was caught in the explosion (and the second explosion when the raider and her grenades caught fire). Magic Man was understandably distraught at this unwelcome development.
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He wandered off to mope in the sauna, and we seized one of the sarcophagi that was littered around to bury Dopey just as she deserved. Poor thing.
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Our phoenix owlcat Cannibal (I swear that name was randomly generated) was also exploded, but he has nine lives, so he walked it off. What a champ.
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thinking about writing a jmart fic inspired by my original story. would y'all read it or nah
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tsarjozinzbazin · 6 months
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Hiiiii do you have any angsty thing about your dwarves? :3c
idk if it counts as angsty but I hc Driller was once left on hoxxes after an unsuccessful mission and had to consume the bodies for his fellow fallen co-workers to survive before being found by the 3 dwarves from the space rig 17 by a complete accident on a salvage mission :]
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That one gay cannibal that frames his crush for his own murders i forgot his name idk
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cannibals-and-radio · 3 months
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You know that moment when you taste blood in the back of your throat but it's not bleeding and you haven't eaten anything that would put that taste in your mouth but it's okay be because it tastes good? That happens to me a lot
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Oh dear, that could be really bad.
@flatfuckfridays I’m teleporting your child to the nearest hospital, they desperately need to be checked out by a medical professional.
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god realising that gort is definitely weird enough to want to drink zeke’s tears when his torture causes him to cry
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SHIP BINGO FOR THE GUYS U WANNA TALK ABOUT. CELLTW I THINK . gimme the cannibalism rundown king
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MAC. looking u dead in the eyes. getting into celltw has almost convinced me to start watching hannibal i guess i just really like gay cannibalism and i need more of it. ANYWAY listen listen listennnn. ok. qcellbit and qpac are my little fucking guys alright. my favourite boys. i'm gonna give you their whole fucking backstory here ok. ok. infodump time. i apologize in advance
so cellbit was a child soldier who didn't even have a NAME. resorted to cannibalism to survive. badboyhalo was there. both stuck in a war. killed thousands of people. AWFUL TIMES!!! goes from child soldier to domestic terrorist somehow. he gets arrested and thrown in FUCKING ALCATRAZ. HE'S STILL A CANNIBAL. somehow manages to sneak a cell phone in and uses it to threaten prisoners and people start calling him cell because he literally didn't have a name before. right. ENTER PAC E MIKE. they're robbers for a living. the sillies <3 they robbed a top security museum and got caught and thrown in alcatraz. cell has gone bonkers and fucking yonkers. weird habit of licking his lips. i'm in love with him. protects pac e mike from other prisoners. they are wary of him (understandable). pac e mike make a friend named jv who tries to help them escape. cell kills him right in front of them and tries to escape himself. gets thrown in solitary. pac e mike go to the solitary cells just to mock him. lots of lowkey gay tension in that scene???? eventually pac e mike escape with the help of another friend but cell tags along because he threatens them with a gun he got from a security guard he killed. THIS MAN IS UNHINGED!!!
they end up on a deserted island. the boat they used to sail there needs repairs and four people can't fit on it at all anymore. cell decides one of them needs to die and tells the others they can decide which one has to be killed. cell is the only one who manages to find food on the island, which happens to be apples. he hoards it from the others and I SHIT YOU NOT THERE IS SOME WEIRD FUCKING RELIGIOUS IMAGERY GOING ON HERE. OK. pac seeks out cell, and CELL, WHO IS SITTING IN A TREE, OFFERS PAC AN APPLE IF HE KILLS ONE OF THE OTHERS. PAC SAYS HE'LL THINK ABOUT IT AND CELL GIVES HIM AN APPLE. I'M GOING TO EAT DRYWALL. I DON'T KNOW IF THEY DID THAT ON PURPOSE BUT THEY SURE FUCKIN DID IT ALRIGHT. at some point cell eats pac's leg but we have no idea when that canonically happens bc it was only canonized in qsmp and wasn't shown in Fuga Impossível where he and mike met cell, but IT'S STILL FUCKING CANON AND I LIKE TO THINK IT HAPPENED SOMEWHERE ON THAT FUCKING ISLAND. ALRIGHT. IT COULD HAVE HAPPENED IN PRISON BUT IT HAPPENING ON THE ISLAND JUST MAKES SO MUCH MORE SENSE 2 ME.
they trick cell and trap him, telling him to use the last bullet in his gun for himself. the three of them leave the island and hear a single gunshot. they think he's dead. SIKE!!! somehow years and years later, pac, mike, and cell, plus two others are all on the same ship together and end up on a new island. cell now goes by cellbit??? and really likes mysteries and is a pretty chill person in comparison to how he used to be??? he went through copious amounts of therapy and is actually somewhat well adjusted. he's a pretty cool guy.
he's changed. mike has changed. pac has changed. they're all so different. he and cellbit get stuck in a cave and they kiss. it's weird. they don't do it again after that. cellbit starts talking to another guy, roier. they get married. pac is disappointed but he doesn't talk about it too much. why is he disappointed? he doesn't really know. pac has changed but every time he looks at cellbit he's back in that prison. one day, everyone's furniture goes missing, including cellbit's. pac's first instinct is to grab his son by the shoulders and tell him to pack his things because when cellbit sees that someone has robbed him he will go on a rampage the likes of which no one has ever seen. that doesn't happen. cellbit snaps and demands public execution of the culprit so they can drink his blood. he's holding a knife. he's easily placated and puts the knife away. cell is clearly somewhere in there. this is the first glimpse pac has gotten of him in the five months they've been here. pac licks his lips the same way cell used to. it's a habit.
their son goes missing. the president is put on drugs by the federation. pac has lost everything. he takes the fed's medication so he can try finding a cure. he sits in cellbit's castle panicking for a solid five minutes, debating with himself over whether he should leave some of the medication for cellbit to find in hopes he can help them. he tries to find a cure on his own while still hopped up on pills. there's blood on the floor. he leaves notes for his loved ones. he knows cellbit well enough to know he will come looking and find this. the thought is as terrifying as it is relieving. cellbit develops a cure with pac's notes. cellbit yells at the president, the fellow father of their son. pac only hears cell. he takes the antidote he helped develop. cellbit guides him home and tells him he's not alone anymore and never will be again. they hug. it's terrifying. it's comforting. it's weird.
cellbit clearly left that prison behind. pac never has. he probably never will.
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wri0thesley · 1 year
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had a dream last night that reader was marrying zhongli but dragon/adepti courting rituals informed that zhongli and reader had to drink each other's blood and eat a piece of each other's flesh btw
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if bones and all doesn’t end with this lil girl eating tim shamalamadingdong i am going to suffer at least mild disappointment
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