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I’m not at all late to goretober, idk what you’re talking about?
Day 1: Cannibale
Game: Little nightmare 2
Characters: Six (yellow hood), Mono (eaten)
Day2: Sharp objects
Game: Deltarune
Character: Kris
These drawings are mostly made in a hurry and I mostly wanted to improve on poses and a bit on attention to colours.
Also one signature is inverted but ho well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Anyway tomorrow will post day 3 and 4 stay tuned 👍
List used by: @anemia
GORETOBER day 1!!! YIPPEEE :3 prompt- cannibalism
Cannibalism as a metaphor!! If you’re uncomfortable with that topic do not read ahead!! Sorry to all my friends who aren’t yellowjackets fans but I have SO much to say about them.
Jackieshauna is so insane to me because while shauna hated her she also was so in love with her. She wanted to be apart from her but when she wasn’t with her, she wasn’t the same. They both didn’t know when one ended and the other started, because even though they had different ideals, ideas and personalities, they were one. And that’s how they wanted it. When Jackie left (died), Shauna was the first to suggest eating her and the first to do so. She consumed her for the last time, and now they’d forever be one because she’s quite literally INSIDE her. What’s worse is they all agreed that Jackie would’ve wanted this for Shauna, that she wouldn’t mind being eaten if it meant she was safe and fulfilled. They can’t get enough of each other yet at the same time they want to be done with each other, Jackieshauna you drive me crazy. 🥰
MAJOR Cannibalism TW
The journey across the Helcaraxe took far longer than the elves expected it to. They had nowhere near enough food, and even the elves need to eat. So they did what they had to do.
Fingolfin did what he had to do because he was stubborn.
Fingon does what he must because he has to survive long enough to see Maedhros again.
Turgon does what he must because he will not let his daughter be orphaned.
Galadriel does what she must because she still needs to punch Feanor in the face.
Argon and Elenwe did not live long enough to need another food source.
Glorfindel, half frozen to death himself from repeatedly diving into the frigid waters to rescue others, didn't even have the capacity to choose whether or not to take the actions he took until they had already begun, and once you start, you don't stop until there's a better option.
When it is finished, they will never speak of it again.
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Feanor's army is left without food a great many times.
Before the sun's first rise and set, the Feanorians have created a way to determine who lives and dies in times of starvation, and they too refuse to speak of what happened to their dead.
They refuse because Maedhros, for all his protest of killing other elves, was the first to slit the throat of the elf chosen to die.
They refuse because not even Maglor can bring himself to sing of this, and Maglor could sing of his own family dying.
They refuse because Caranthir, for all his brutality and cruelty, believes that they are wrong.
But most importantly, they refuse because the first elf they ate was Amrod.
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The second most important time the Feanorian army is left starving is in F.A 548. This is the event with the most guilt around it.
Survivor's guilt from Elrond, because for all intents and purposes, the stolen twins should have been the first to die.
Inequality guilt from Elros and Erestor, because they knew that they weren't going to be harmed and they did not step in to suggest something better.
Existential guilt from Maglor, because he cannot bring himself to think that this is their fault.
And the overwhelming, self-loathing guilt of Maedhros, because at the end of the long, bloody day, he knows he should have done something to stop this. To make sure two sixteen year old half-elves didn't have to choose between starving and sinning. To make sure his brother didn't have to make that decision for them. He should have done anything.
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By the late Third Age, the few elves who know all of what happened are together in a city. Odd behaviors surround them like shrouds, concealing a much darker past. The people of Imladris have learned not to try to pull back these shrouds.
They don't ask questions when the mere sight of a red drink forces Erestor to hide in his chambers and cry.
They don't ask questions when the mere sight of meat has a good chance of making sure Glorfindel won't be able to keep anything down for days.
They don't ask questions when a particular word or phrase has Elrond refusing any food altogether for days.
They don't question, because they don't want the answer. They don't want to know what can break a man like Erestor, who acts like a glacier made of intelligence. They don't want to know what makes a Balrog slayer feel sick. They don't want to know what manages to drive a perfect person like their lord to the brink of complete collapse.
I wrote this poem the other night after I saw smth on here
Forever
When I die
Cut me up
And devour me whole
Flesh and all
So we’ll be together
Forever internally eternal
When you die
I’ll consume you
Bones and all
So we’ll be together
Forever internally eternal
When we die
I hope you drink my blood
And I’ll get yours
The last human effort of connection
Consumption in the highest form of love
If god sends us to be in forever damnation
At least we’ll be together
Forever internally eternal
- Charlotte Blake
(I don’t support cannibalism lol)
socially inept cannibal girl
eating her out!! (gnawing on her guts and snarling)
i want to bite the skin off her lips when i kiss her.
you are the flesh that maggots adore.
all that i am is a lesser evil.
its a cruel world, but i have a place in it.
i want to become something disgusting with you.
Dissect, Molest, Ingest.
promise to eat my corpse after i hang myself?
i would gnaw your flesh off at the neck and kiss you with your skin in my mouth while your blood runs down my chin.
“cannibalism as a metaphor for love”
cannibalism as a metaphor of me bashing your fucking head into the wall
All of my devotion turns violent.
i want to squeeze a dying mans beating heart in his chest and watch him make inhumane motions and noises