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webby-mogai · 5 months

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autocannibal

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autocannibalism

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the practice of eating parts of one's own body.

A gender connected to the practice or concept of autocannibalism. This could be in a literal or metaphorical sense, involving aspects of self destruction, self devourment, impulse, hunger, etc.

[id: a rectangular with 13 horizontal lines. the 1st, 2nd, 12th, and 13th line are triangular. the 4th and 10th line are wavy, and the rest are straight. line sizes in this order from top to bottom: 2 thick, 9 medium, 2 thick. the 4th line has been made to look like it is dripping from multiple spots. colors in this order starting from the top and reflected after the last listed color: maroon, a rich red, a more desaturated red, bright red, mustard yellow, yellow, and a pale yellow. in the center of the flag is a pale yellow symbol outlined in a darker yellow. the symbol is of a smiley face with a bite taken out of the top right of it. /end id]

gustacannibal

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gustatory cannibalism

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the practice of consuming human as a supplement to a regular diet. consuming human flesh as if it were any other kind of meat.

A gender connected to the practice or concept of gustatory cannibalism. This could be in a literal or metaphorical sense, involving aspects of human consumption, regular consumption of human flesh, food preparation, hunger, etc.

[id: a rectangular with 13 horizontal lines. the 1st, 2nd, 12th, and 13th line are triangular. the 4th and 10th line are wavy, and the rest are straight. line sizes in this order from top to bottom: 2 thick, 9 medium, 2 thick. the 4th line has been made to look like it is dripping from multiple spots. colors in this order starting from the top and reflected after the last listed color: maroon, a rich red, a more desaturated red, bright red, bright orange, orange, and a pale orange. in the center of the flag is a pale orange symbol outlined in a darker orange. the symbol is of a smiley face with a bite taken out of the top right of it. /end id]

epicurecannibal

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epicurean cannibalism

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the practice of consuming human purely for taste or enjoyment.

A gender connected to the practice or concept of epicurean cannibalism. This could be in a literal or metaphorical sense, involving aspects of sadism, the enjoyment of human flesh, satisfaction from consuming human meat, hunger, etc.

[id: a rectangular with 13 horizontal lines. the 1st, 2nd, 12th, and 13th line are triangular. the 4th and 10th line are wavy, and the rest are straight. line sizes in this order from top to bottom: 2 thick, 9 medium, 2 thick. the 4th line has been made to look like it is dripping from multiple spots. colors in this order starting from the top and reflected after the last listed color: maroon, a rich red, a more desaturated red, bright red, bright pink, pink, and a pale pink. in the center of the flag is a pale pink symbol outlined in a darker pink. the symbol is of a smiley face with a bite taken out of the top right of it. /end id]

medicannibal

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medical/medicinal cannibalism

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the practice of consuming human to treat, cure or prevent disease.

A gender connected to the practice or concept of medical or medicinal cannibalism. This could be in a literal or metaphorical sense, involving aspects of healing, medical iconography, disease, faith, etc.

[id: a rectangular with 13 horizontal lines. the 1st, 2nd, 12th, and 13th line are triangular. the 4th and 10th line are wavy, and the rest are straight. line sizes in this order from top to bottom: 2 thick, 9 medium, 2 thick. the 4th line has been made to look like it is dripping from multiple spots. colors in this order starting from the top and reflected after the last listed color: maroon, a rich red, a more desaturated red, bright red, dark blue, a desaturated medium blue, and a light blue. in the center of the flag is a light blue symbol outlined in a navy blue. the symbol is of a smiley face with a bite taken out of the top right of it. /end id]

innocannibal

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innocent cannibalism

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the practice of unknowingly consuming human.

A gender connected to the practice or concept of innocent cannibalism. This could be in a literal or metaphorical sense, involving aspects of innocence, a loss of innocence, hunger, etc.

[id: a rectangular with 13 horizontal lines. the 1st, 2nd, 12th, and 13th line are triangular. the 4th and 10th line are wavy, and the rest are straight. line sizes in this order from top to bottom: 2 thick, 9 medium, 2 thick. the 4th line has been made to look like it is dripping from multiple spots. colors in this order starting from the top and reflected after the last listed color: maroon, a rich red, a more desaturated red, bright red, light blue, a lighter blue, and a pale blue. in the center of the flag is a pale blue symbol outlined in a darker blue. the symbol is of a smiley face with a bite taken out of the top right of it. /end id]

survicannibal

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survival cannibalism

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the practice of consuming human out of necessity for survival.

A gender connected to the practice or concept of survival cannibalism. This could be in a literal or metaphorical sense, involving aspects of fear, desperation, necessity, hunger, etc.

[id: a rectangular with 13 horizontal lines. the 1st, 2nd, 12th, and 13th line are triangular. the 4th and 10th line are wavy, and the rest are straight. line sizes in this order from top to bottom: 2 thick, 9 medium, 2 thick. the 4th line has been made to look like it is dripping from multiple spots. colors in this order starting from the top and reflected after the last listed color: maroon, a rich red, a more desaturated red, bright red, forest green, a more desaturated lighter green, and a pale green. in the center of the flag is a pale green symbol outlined in a darker forest green. the symbol is of a smiley face with a bite taken out of the top right of it. /end id]

aggricannibal

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aggressive cannibalism

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the practice of consuming human as a form of terror or revenge against an enemy.

A gender connected to the practice or concept of aggressive cannibalism. This could be in a literal or metaphorical sense, involving aspects of anger or rage, vengeance, violence, war, etc.

[id: a rectangular with 13 horizontal lines. the 1st, 2nd, 12th, and 13th line are triangular. the 4th and 10th line are wavy, and the rest are straight. line sizes in this order from top to bottom: 2 thick, 9 medium, 2 thick. the 4th line has been made to look like it is dripping from multiple spots. colors in this order starting from the top and reflected after the last listed color: maroon, a rich red, a more desaturated red, bright red, dark red, red, and a bright red. in the center of the flag is a bright red symbol outlined in a dark maroon. the symbol is of a smiley face with a bite taken out of the top right of it. /end id]

sacricannibal

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sacrificial cannibalism

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the act of consuming human as a form of sacrifice or ritual.

A gender connected to the practice or concept of sacrificial cannibalism. This could be in a literal or metaphorical sense, involving aspects of sacrifice or ritual, tradition, mythology, magic, etc.

[id: a rectangular with 13 horizontal lines. the 1st, 2nd, 12th, and 13th line are triangular. the 4th and 10th line are wavy, and the rest are straight. line sizes in this order from top to bottom: 2 thick, 9 medium, 2 thick. the 4th line has been made to look like it is dripping from multiple spots. colors in this order starting from the top and reflected after the last listed color: maroon, a rich red, a more desaturated red, bright red, dark grey, a reddish grey, and black. in the center of the flag is a black symbol outlined in white. the symbol is of a smiley face with a bite taken out of the top right of it. /end id]

mortucannibal

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mortuary cannibalism

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the practice of consuming human as a part of mourning or honoring the dead

A gender connected to the practice or concept of mortuary cannibalism. This could be in a literal or metaphorical sense, involving aspects of mourning, reverence for the dead, celebration of the dead, love, etc.

[id: a rectangular with 13 horizontal lines. the 1st, 2nd, 12th, and 13th line are triangular. the 4th and 10th line are wavy, and the rest are straight. line sizes in this order from top to bottom: 2 thick, 9 medium, 2 thick. the 4th line has been made to look like it is dripping from multiple spots. colors in this order starting from the top and reflected after the last listed color: maroon, a rich red, a more desaturated red, bright red, dark grey, grey, and a light grey. in the center of the flag is a whitish grey symbol outlined in black. the symbol is of a smiley face with a bite taken out of the top right of it. /end id]

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starfishfutch · 20 days

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Laceycannibal. . . ! 🌺

* ; A gender relates to being a cannibal/Cannibalism/etc. and lace patterns . . !🥩

🌺! . . . If using or Reposting please credit me. . . Flag & Term created by me . . . !🌺

#mogai #mogai coining #flag coining #mogai label #pride flags #~🪼 flags #mogai community #liom coining #liom community #~🪼 coining #mogai coin #mogai identity #cannibal gender #liom gender #mogai gender

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catgendermikus · 9 months

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❣︎ sweetcannibal ❣︎

[ sweet - can - ih - bal ]

a gender under the gendercannibal system created by @kiruliom !! a gender related 2 sweetness && cannibals — being a sweet cannibal, cannibalizing / being cannibalized by something sweet, relating to cannibalism && sweetness / sweets, etc !!

image id template also created by @kiruliom !!

ఌ —the celestial body did not find this gender in previous coining posts, but please let sol know if it already exists !! — ఌ

PT: sweetcannibal [sweet-can-ih-bal]: a gender under the gendercannibal system created by @ kiruliom!! a gender related to sweetness and cannibals- being a sweet cannibal, cannibalizing/being cannibalized by something sweet, relating to cannibalism and sweetness/sweets, etc!! image id template also created by @ kiruliom!! the celestial body did not find this gender in previous coining posts, but please let sol know if it already exists!! END PT

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angel-gender · 2 years

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ʚ♡⃛ɞ CANNIFISHIC ·.·♡·.

a gender related to cannibalism and fish/sea life! coined by me <3

#angel-gender #angel coins #xenogender #mogai #mogai coining #gender coining #cannibal gender #cannibalism gender #fish gender #sea life gender

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radio-writes · 2 months

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For the event, would something like this work?

"You won

I didn't deserve any of this

This will be the last time you lie to me"

But There's Something Latching Onto My Throat

300 Followers Event

Warnings: Cannibalism, minor character deaths, blood, manipulation

Tags: Alastor x reader, gn reader, relationship can be read in any way

MDNI

"Oh don't you look so cute down there, my dear. Green really is your color." It was hard not to miss the mockery in Alastor's tone as he looked down at you from the bed.

You kept your head down, hands balled into fists as you glared at the glowing green chains cuffed around your wrists.

"You really ought to know your limits, dear. And I say this for your sake, of course!" The demon continued, a red claw coming down to play with the chain. "I mean, did you really think you had a chance in the first place? You really are so cute, I could almost eat you." He laughed at his own sick joke.

Your gaze followed the chain as it swayed lightly; from the cuffs around your wrists, to the bedpost it was tied to, to the red finger it wrapped around.

You finally meet Alastor's gaze, his smile calm and mocking as he lied on the bed, feet kicking childishly in air. You could feel your blood boiling as you tried to hold your tongue.

"But no, I couldn't possibly do that to you, my dear." He didn't really seem to care that you just sat there glaring at him from the floor. "Besides, I'm still quite full, you know, having just eaten your little friends and all."

Your jaw clenched, nails digging into your palms as you tried to hold yourself back. You tried hard not to think about them. How they heard you were still alive, how they spent months scheming to try to help you escape.

How they struggled to their last breaths as this horrid man dropped them into his mouth.

"Oh, their screams of terror made such perfect tunes to accompany my meal." Alastor sighed contently. "And don't get me started, on how crunchy their bones were. Except for that heavier fellow, no, he was rather chewy—"

"Enough!"

The sound of your own voice surprised even you.

Your body had moved almost on it's own. You had stood up, yanking at your wrists. The chain pulled Alastor forward by the link he played with.

"You won, Alastor. I get it." You hissed at him, glaring down at the demon that held you captive with as much fury as you could muster.

Alastor's eyes were wide for a moment, before he started laughing just a second later. He moved to sit up, "Now, I don't see what you're so angry about. You're the one that put your friends on the line, not me."

"The bet was if I lost I'd never see them again! Not that you would—" You tried to fight back the bile that rose to your throat, "eat them!"

Alastor rolled his eyes as if he found your outburst to be far too overdramatic. "You weren't specific enough, that isn't my fault, my dear."

"You're sick." You snapped at him.

"And you're being unfair, my darling." Alastor said.

"I haven't ever done anything unprompted. You're the one that came to me to sell your soul. You're the one that snuck out. You're the one that insisted we make a bet, instead of just accepting your punishment." Each time he blamed you he gave the chain he held a harsh tug. "And you're the one that placed your friends' lives as prizes."

Alastor remained sat on the plush bed, seemingly as relaxed as ever as he continued to play with the chains in his hands. "If anything, I have been more than fair to you, my dear."

You were far too close to him than you would have ever liked to be. At this distance, you couldn't even try to hide the tears that stung in your eyes as he spoke. You weren't sure anymore if it was from anger, indignation, or just the sheer overwhelming grief over all you've lost to this man.

"Fair? You've been fair to me? You sold me out to fucking Valentino, I had no choice but to beg for your protection!" You didn't even care anymore that your voice shook as you spoke.

Alastor waved a hand in your direction, as if physically brushing off your words. "I'm sure you had plenty of other options besides begging me to take your soul, but we can agree to disagree, I suppose."

You almost snarled at him.

"You've locked me up in this god forsaken radio tower for decades!" You yanked back at your hands, standing up straighter as you looked down at him.

"For your protection, of course." Alastor only smiled wider—and it sickened you.

You felt like the room was getting smaller, the air a little thinner.

"You've kept me from everyone I cared about, half the people I knew thought I was dead!" Your voice rose in volume, your heart pounded so loudly you swore you could hear each beat.

"I thought if I behaved, if I just did what you said, if I just followed you, you'd let me go already! But I- I—" You could feel the hot blood rushing through body, every nerve on edge, every cell singing.

And then it was quiet; you couldn't feel anything at all.

Your shoulders slump and your eyes fall to the glowing green cuffs that bound your wrists.

"I don't deserve any of this." You said softly.

A hum cut through the silence, soft static coming back to life.

"You are correct to some degree, my darling. You don't deserve any of this pain, this suffering." Alastor said, bringing your attention back to him.

There he sat, just as he was, unbothered by your shouting.

"You don't deserve scum of the earth pretending to be your friends while they try to lure you back into Valentino's well...office." His fingers playfully danced up the chain he held. He didn't meet your eyes as he grinned down at it.

"What?" You felt just a tiny bit unsteady, his words hadn't fully sunk in yet.

"Oh, you know I'd do anything to protect you, my darling. Plus, it's my half of the bargain after all, to keep you safe and away from that stupid moth's hands." Alastor met your unsure eyes. He finally stood up, the chain clinking in his grip as he closed the space between you.

"When I heard that a group of lowly sinners planned to con my dear partner into a new contract, I didn't worry much." He leaned down closer to your height so your dazed watery eyes can see him more clearly.

"After all, I thought better of you. You had to be smart enough not to fall for something so dull. Something so poorly planned."

He slowly walked behind you, circling around you in a familiar way that almost made you want to shrink away and hide.

"But no, I suppose that was a mistake on my part. I hadn't taken into account how desperate you had gotten for company. You'd even cling onto whores who called you every insult under Hell's hot sun."

You see your friends, smiles wide, relieved, when they first saw you again. The rumors were true, you were alive. They could free you.

"They'd never." Your voice spoke out on its own, but it was soft. So soft that you doubted Alastor even heard it.

"Oh, what was it they called you? A bimbo, a slut, a whore?" He counted off on his fingers as he went on. "I'm pretty sure they said something about you being just an entertaining hole at some point—"

We'll get you out of there. We'll keep you safe.

"They would never say any of that." Your voice was louder now, just a little bit surer.

He finally stopped walking when he was in front of you again. He brought his hand up, knuckles gently caressing your cheek, barely grazing your skin.

The touch almost snapped you back to life. His soft touches, almost loving, had never once been genuine.

He was lying.

"Oh, but they did! Believe me, I was as shocked as you were. The vulgarity of it all—"

There was a sound of metal clinking, a struggle, bodies hitting the floor.

"This is will be the last fucking time you lie to me, Alastor."

You glared at him below you, the green chains tangled and wrapped around his neck as his claws gripped at it.

"I will not let you turn me against the few people I cared about. Double dead or not." You yanked your wrists back, causing the chains around Alastor's throat to tighten.

"Why you ungrateful little wretch." Alastor snarled, his eyes had gone black and you stared down defiantly at radio dials.

"Do you really want all of Hell to hear you begging for mercy?"

Static prickled against your skin.

The room was steadily growing darker, shadows creeping around you as you kept the demon pinned down on the floor. His antlers grew as he smiled wickedly up at you.

"Try it." You dared him, unwavering.

"And I will use every last breath to tell everyone in Hell about that pretty little collar around your neck."

You swore you heard him growl at you, felt his chest vibrating beneath your body.

You pulled at your restraints again. Alastor's claws scratched at his own skin as he grasped at the glowing metal, trying to keep it from crushing his throat.

You matched his stupid grin with one of your own.

Sure, you absolutely might die tonight. But seeing the great Radio Demon brought down to the floor, his own leash choking him, was just the perfect parting gift.

You leaned down closer, the tip of your nose brushing against his as his warm breath washed over your skin.

"Green, is absolutely your color too, Al."

#tw: cannibalism #tw: minor character deaths #follower event #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin alastor x reader #alastor #alastor x reader #gn!reader #vien writes #Alastor being an absolute glutton is another fave gender of mine #of course his bougie ass is a foodie of course it is

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gorgynei · 11 months

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werewolf pair bonding

#something something. lycanthropy being spread through bite and so only being able to indulge with other werewolves. something #also cannibalism!!!!#for the edgy blood loving werewolf girlies (gender neutral)#aceart #werewolf #werewolfisms #my art #trans

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qqchurch · 5 months

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once again going through the motions of outlining a fic where a depressed eggy guy gets magically transformed into a girl, ayup

#qq posts #sometimes you just make a neutron-star dense egg and you need something to crack her asap #'action fantasy with a side of gender euphoria' is closer to my preference in premises tbh #probably gonna be a bit gnarly once i get to the part with the cannibalism and tentacles... probably

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sakosai · 8 months

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CUTECANNIC

— a gender connected to horror that seems cute and innocent at first and cannibalism.

Pronoun suggestions:

Gnaw/gnaws/gnawself

Hunger/hungers/hungerself

Canni/cannibal/cannibals/cannibalself

Coined by The Presence!

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lazycranberrydoodles · 6 months

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wei wuxian really put his whole pussy into the donghua yiling patriarch reveal huh

#the huge flock of crows and the green fire and the dark aura and the resentment spikes(??)#[megamind voice] PRESENTATION!!!!!!#not art #mdzs #currently looking for backgrounds for the mdzs aa au. involves rewatching parts of the animation and WOAH #sorry he killed and maimed and cannibalized and tortured all those people :/ he looked sexy doing it #the gender stored in the yiling laozu cannot be understated. GOD i wish i could cosplay him #i wish. they couldve put in the wwx/jc reunion in s1e15 :(#jiang cheng my (indecipherable noises)#hes so relieved and happy!!!!!! the reunion scene URGHRGRHRG. genuinely torturing wen chao IS a bonding moment #adn it speaks to the whole horrors of war thing.. when you have nothing left to bond over (because yunmeng burned) you bond over violence #and the fact that it is in THIS scene that its very emphasized how close they are/how much they trust each other/how they grew up together #. ouhhghhhh.#wwx is quipping at him about being a sect leader and jc is complaining about how long he was gone. they are so incredibly severely #traumabonded guys. ugh. also honorable mention to the cql after-lotus-pier-burning scene for being fucking heartbreaking. love you mwah #mdzs spoilers #at this point in time lan “cannot talk about his emotions” wangji and jiang “bitches and complains as affection” cheng and wei “arrogance #and self destructiveness" wuxian are not communicating very well. shocker #to delete l8er

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horrorvillaintourney · 5 days

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HORROR'S NEXT TOP GENDER, ROUND ONE MATCH THIRTY: Scar (Alien vs. Predator) vs. Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal)

PROPAGANDA FOR SCAR:

"Dude comes in ready to annihilate some Xenomorphs and maybe some humans. But he also recognizes game. When Lex kills a Xenomorph, he gives her some gear and teams up with her. Like everyone, he loves a final girl, and does whatever he can to make sure she can see all his cool Predator friends when they pick him up."

PROPAGANDA FOR HANNIBAL:

"he cooka da human"

#scar alien vs predator #alien vs predator #alien franchise #predator franchise #alien #predator #hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal tv series #nbc hannibal #i will vote against mads hannibal at any cost. i am a hopkins hannibal guy exclusively #horror villain tourney #horror's next top gender #cannibalism mention

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outletcrash · 1 month

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My poison ivy! I'm extremely proud of this. backstory under the cut :)

its been in the back of my head that ivy is indian since forever. i literally have no clue why its just There. she's tamil specifically, because i have favoritism regarding the script its written with.. it tickles my brain...

anyways heres my Poison Ivy: Origins comic i made last night in like 3 hours.

(theres a section here on her early life and the backstory of her parents that im still workshopping. basically she was a bastard child that only her mom supported and they left for gotham)

Bhavani got a job as an accountant for a law firm on recommendation from an uncle who had a company that worked in Gotham (he was kinder to the pair). She was always gifted in math. Bhavani raised her daughter the best way she knew how, even without the support of her family.

Pamela (now nicknamed Ivy due to multiple kids misreading her last name as Ivy. And she was very nature-focused even as a kid, digging in the dirt and identifying different kinds of trees using books she got at the Gotham Library with her mother) excelled in school, surpassing most of her peers. The pursuit of knowledge was the one thing she enjoyed. Her classmates were sticky and loud and irritating, and when she wasn’t ignoring them she was tying their shoelaces together as revenge for talking too loud during quiet time. She managed to make just enough casual friends to not worry her mother too deeply, but this was the start of a downward spiral.

She lost friends, and not many could take on the effort of befriending her. She lost herself in biology, the study of life. Especially plants and conservation. Plants were just so… simple, compared to human society. But their structures and functions and genetics were fascinating. She skipped grades to take higher-level classes on genetics. Her grades were phenomenal but her social skills were extremely underdeveloped. Not like Ivy cared. Humans were a plague on this earth, pumping the atmosphere with CO2 and poisoning rivers and cutting down forests. In her mind, they did nothing but harm the serenity of nature she so cherished.

After graduating with a PHD and doctorate, she got a job as a genetic engineer. She studied alternative ways to help regrow ecosystems after deforestation. Her Gotham University coworkers were wary around Ivy. She was a woman none of them knew anything about, who would say ecoterrorist-aligned comments offhandedly the few times she ever spoke.

Ivy was working on a genetically engineered plant on the day of the accident. It was designed to nurture plant species by sending chemical signals, and it took in energy through waste products left by deforestation and manufacturing. At least, in theory.

Ivy was working all alone in the lab at 2am. She hadn’t slept for hours, she was so close to her breakthrough. She was so close to making those billionaire bastards pay for what they did to the earth. She wasn’t wearing proper safety equipment nor using proper containment procedures during the incident. And as such, she was infected. The plant didn’t just take in waste material, it took in living flesh. Ivy’s cells were transformed in a gruesome fashion, her entire genetic code was re-written as it spread through her body. Her skin was green and her lab coat was bloody. Her newly-red hair flowed behind her as she escaped the lab, running through university grounds. Each footstep brought grass and dandelions cracking through the concrete in full bloom. Trees and grass grew to get closer to her, reaching for her.

Ivys powers were completely out of control. She was crying and hyperventilating as her mind was warped. It had given her a need for flesh. When she made it to Robinson park, she couldn’t overcome the primal instinct. Plants still crawling at her ankles, and she killed a squirrel with her bare hands and ate it raw. This only fueled her fractured mind to want more. Ivy's first ever murder was a pedestrian, who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. He tried to flee when he saw a bloody green woman with a squirrel carcass in her mouth, but it was to no avail. He was strangled to death with poison ivy vines, and eaten.

Finally, the primal instinct was satiated. Ivy escaped to a warehouse in the industrial district of Old Gotham. She tended to her injuries as best she could, soon discovering she had healing abilities. The injuries from her being torn apart had already mostly healed. She slept on an old couch, dreaming about what she could use these powers for.

When the news broke on the mysterious and grisly death of a random pedestrian, the media was all over it. Since he was killed by poison ivy, and from security footage the culprit was seemingly a woman, the media dubbed her Poison Ivy. Many believed it wasn’t possible, and that the footage was faked, but the GCPD was stumped.

Batman looked through the footage and, by process of elimination (matching the appearances of the scientists who had access to the laboratory, keycard scanners throughout that day and evening, as well as their known affiliations and potential criminal history. Two of them did deal weed but it was nonviolent and they didn’t match the woman in the tapes.)

Dr. Pamela Iyer was the clear suspect. She matched the woman's appearance (besides the green skin and hair, she was a tall woman with long straight hair and a flat nose.) Batman interviewed her coworkers and found she had a history of being antisocial with eco terrorist beliefs. None of them knew where she lived, however. And when the bat interviewed her mother (the only person her coworkers had ever heard her speak to in a positive light) she was very concerned. Suspicious of Batman, clearly, but worried for her precious daughter's well being. She said that Pamela had always loved being near nature, and that she didn’t care for the quality of structure she had to stay in. But other than that, her mother couldn't help. She does bring out the intimidating motherly stare at Batman, making him promise to bring her daughter home safely.

From here, Batman goes on a search. He prowls rooftops and streets and uses the grappling hook for fast travel. All while monitoring city-wide security cameras (thanks Alfred!) and paying attention to police radio. He stops muggings and thefts and helps get a cat out of a tree as he scans Old Gotham.

He came to the conclusion Poison Ivy must be in Old Gotham due to damage on the Robinson Park Bridge, connecting Somerset with the southern island. The damage matched with what had been seen on the sidewalks and streets near the University and the scene of the crime. Dandelions and crabgrass taking the shape of human footprints, cracking through concrete. Batman notices some trees down a certain alleyway in the east streets are warped inwards. Very similar to the trees in the park and university. He follows the unusual growth pattern of the trees, like they were hands outstretching to reach a light source.

There, he finds an old warehouse. He scales the building with a grappling hook, not wanting to be ambushed on the lower levels if he enters on the boarded up front door. Entering through an old broken skylight, he finds what must've been a long abandoned drug dealer hideout covered in fresh blood. Very, very carefully, he examines the scene. But there's nobody there. She just got away, her blood on the rotting old sofa is still warm. He also notes three strands of long red hair, which he places in crime scene baggies for DNA analysis.

His current theory is that the doctor was mutated by her own research. He read her notes and the plant she was experimenting with was extremely dangerous. And the security footage (before it cut out during what he believes was the time of the accident) showed her using improper safety equipment.

He’s on patrol for hours, but can’t find any sign of her.

That night, Bruce synthesizes a pesticide-like chemical that could prevent Ivy's powers. However, he talks to Alfred about how the plant would adapt to it almost like a bacteria, and that it might not be effective more than once.

The next morning Bruce Wayne is scheduled for a charity event. Many rich people are there tied to a business venture Wayne was not aware of. The event was for funding for healthcare systems in Gotham. Little does he know, this is the exact place Ivy plans to attack. She’s hated the rich for years and many politicians and businessmen that support an amazon rainforest deforestation project are there.

She interrupts their little charity event at a historical building in the financial district of old gotham with a surprise. Ivy broke into one of her old greenhouses at the university, taking small samples of extremely poisonous amazon rainforest plants with her. This happened quickly and silently while Bruce was still at the function.

Ivy crashed through the large art-nouveau stained glass windows, supported by giant vines. She is lifted down the staircase like she was floating, more vines and deadly plants crawling in from the giant hole in the glass, moonlight from the full moon peeking through the clouds and illuminating her entrance. London Planetrees from around the building grow in front of doors, sealing all the possible exits.

All of the rich and fancy people in dresses and suits meandering around the building are screaming and trying to run, which is when a mad-with-power Ivy releases her plants.

They grow to gargantuan sizes in moments, releasing toxic spores and fumes and burning people's skin. Ivy finds the most heinous offenders of the rainforest bill and feeds them deadly plants by hand, graphic symptoms ensue.

In the pandemonium, Bruce pulls out some tree facts about the flammability of a certain species, managing to throw a fire source directly at it as a diversion before escaping through a vent in the opposite wing of the hall. Alfred is already outside with the Batsuit, he brought it as soon as he learned of the attack.

Bruce suits up and re-enters. It's a grueling and difficult battle, the most difficult he has fought so far. He manages to spray Ivy with the chemical, and she goes down, all the plants in the hall going still. The excessive toxic fumes suddenly go back to normal levels. Bruce uses an extremely strong tranquilizer on her, she’s still fighting to get up. Finally, Ivy is defeated.

Almost the whole charity gathering was injured in the attack with seven people dead and immense damage done to the structure of the historical hall.

Ivy’s powers are sedated and she’s taken into police custody, where she is deemed insane. Half of the insanity conviction was her actual insanity and the other half was that Arkham is the only facility capable of holding her, especially since it’s located on an island. Batman agrees with Jim Gordon on this comment.

Ivy didn’t say anything during her trial, silently glaring with little remorse. The physician diagnosed her with ASPD (which wasn’t right but it's on her legal documents.)

The comic ends with Ivy in Arkham, talking about the rich swine tearing apart the world, and how she finally has the power to stop them. How she can feel the mutation inside of her slowly winning against the sedative drugs, adapting and consuming the chemical to turn it into energy as it was designed to do. How she will return the world to ecologic harmony, with her own hands. It ends with her in the Arkham cafeteria, staring at a mysterious blonde prisoner a few tables across…

the writing isn't like, a fanfiction. its a guideline for a comic in a series of origins comics im planning. do not get your hopes up these'll be done in like, 10-20 years at my current speed. i have a scarecrow and riddler outline in the works, and plans for a batman, joker, harley quinn and probably a penguin comic eventually. and more villians. once i'm done with all the origins comics i'll be doing like, a regular batman series. just for fun yknow.

#poison ivy #pamela isley #the blonde woman was harley this is 100% a harlivy endgame universe #dc fanart #gotham rouges #harlivy #dc #poison ivy fanart #this plant creature and this gay girl wanna FUCK #ivys the type of fucked up fool to get gender euphoria from being called a critter. an organism even #just like me fr....#harley steals blood donor bags from local hospitals on ivys birthday its like cannibal wine tasting #ivys a cannibal she has to eat raw meat but she doesnt have to eat human meat #its like 2 birds with one stone to her yknow #outletverse

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shegatsby · 10 months

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Hear me out — Reader saves Hannibal from some sort of “his ass was this -> <- far away from being caught by fbi & friends in the dumbest way possible” scenario. They don’t want his gratitude, money or gifts but instead worm their way into his office, home & kitchen — which we all know is his life. Disrespecting his desk by using it as a chair while he works, shuffling papers around, molesting his multitude of couches & books, re-arranging his coffee station, moving all the huge / weird and not nice to use cutlery to the bottoms of the holders. This plus other things that he doesn’t know if it’s slowly driving him insane or if he’s being brainwashed when he starts preferring their ways of organized chaos.

But then they also do less annoying things, like always walking around with only socks inside. Taking over a small section of his fridge / freezer. Tugging on his apron, jacket, sleeve - anything they can reach to get his attention. Pointing out the neighborhood cats that often sunbathe in his garden; with little recaps of some of their antics. Using non-metal cooking utensils in his pots and pans. Filling the bottom drawer of his desks with mini snack packs and tiny chocolates. Giving his patients or colleagues odd nicknames - usually to do with their actions or an item of clothing they were wearing when they accidentally met Reader. Playing videogames or reading on the top floor while he has patients & then making a short comment or 2 occasionally when they leave. Getting a very plush and huggable animal pillow and leaving it on his bed — the first few weeks it will get moved to the top of the dresser when he goes to bed, shooting it with untrusting side eyes. And then later it gets moved to the empty side. And every so often when he cooks Reader will sneak up on him & just hug him from behind, moving wherever with him and eventually letting go when they have energy for the world again or when their meal is ready.

Sorry this got so specific! You’re free to ignore any of it lol! I was thinking fem or GN reader. Reader also probably knows about his dietary quirks and isn’t that bothered - their own quirk is that they view vegetables as a luxury and will clear anything and everything he makes of the sort; while also making sure to leave some for their lunch the next day.

A/N; Hi! Sorry it took me a while to post, I was busy with work. Sorry for any typos, enjoy!

Warnings; None.

When Hannibal Lecter looked at you from afar, his mind went back to the time where you changed his entire life. 3 years ago he was in Italy, teaching and enjoying his time. Well, maybe he was enjoying his time too much, because in his entire life this was the first time he almost got caught, one of the professors at the university he was teaching got too cocky and last thing he remembered was he was holding a blood dripping knife in his dominant hand, there was a knock on the door, -the professors wife- and you climbed through the window to save him. You were his assistant at the time, carrying his bag and papers, grading papers for him, you were following him almost everywhere. That night, you had a hunch, and you followed that hunch which led you to this scenario. The rest is history…

After 3 years so many things have changed, you started to live with him, he didn’t know if he wanted to kill you or not because you saw him killing, and you proved yourself to be useful so decided to keep you. Your rooms were separate, not even on the same floor, but whenever Hannibal was stressed you were always by his side, it was like a marriage but without the any complicated paper work. He liked to take you to his office sometimes, or dinners etc. Whenever someone would ask about you Hannibal’s first instinct was to protect you and tell people that you were his partner. You were protected.

At the moment he was watching you, you were watching a movie from your laptop (which Hannibal bought) covered in comfy blankets, sitting on your bed, you looked so calm and focused. He wondered what would’ve happened if he killed you that day..

‘’Is there a room for me?’’ he said, he was startled by his own question, sitting with a young person and watching a movie together wasn’t like him but over the years he found himself doing things he could not imagine before.

You looked up to meet his maroon gaze, your bedroom door was open and he was leaning on the door frame, his hair was a mess and rolled up sleeves showed his tense arms, you didn’t say anything just moved from the center of your bed. He approached with lazy steps, sat next to you, ‘’How was work?’’ you asked, ‘’Psycho was a handful as usual.’’

Hannibal had a patient and he was something else and you named him Mr. Psycho

‘’He asked about you.’’ Hannibal said as he got comfortable, ‘’What did you say?’’ that patient was asking about you a lot lately, maybe he was interested in you but whatever that was it made Hannibal irritated. You could tell by a glance, ‘’I said they are busy.’’ Even his tone was irritated. You could feel a smile forming in the corners of your mouth. No matter what you knew that Hannibal would do anything and everything to protect you.

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starfishfutch · 2 months

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“Foxinnibal - A gender related to foxes and being a cannibal at the same time! This gender relates to cannibal foxes , foxes who eaten other foxes, being a cannibal fox in general and etc. in any way!”

gender created by me! If u are using do credit :D!

#mogai coining #mogai #xenogender #mogai community #flag coining #gender coining #foxinnibal #Cannibal gender #xeno coining

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honey-makes-mogai · 2 months

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[Image ID: A MOGAI flag with nine equal horizontal stripes. From top to bottom the colors in order are: Deep red, red, deep magenta, light magenta, white, light magenta, deep magenta, red, deep red. /End ID]

Amoriaothic -

[PT: Amoriaothic -]

A gender related to obsessive love, feelings of being ‘othered’, cannibalism unrelated to love, Valentine’s Day, deep regrets, anatomical hearts, self hatred for uncontrollable feelings, and hiding parts of one’s self out of fear of being judged, rejected, or hurt!

Tagging: @radiomogai @obscurian @the-mogai-archives

[Banner ID: A pastel yellow banner with a sunflower on either side. In brown text with a white outline, it says "- Please let me know if this has been coined before! -" /End ID.] [DNI transcript: "-DNI- Basic criteria, anti-mogai, proshippers, ableists, aphobes, racists, zoophiles, rpf shippers, fandom discourse, under 13, transid/transx". /End transcript.]

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2af-afterdark · 7 months

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Indulgences

Content: GN!MC (they/them) x Beelzebub (whb), thoughts of cannibalism, maybe yandere(?) A/N: Saw Beelzebub's chat convo. Saw how he reacted to meeting Minhyeok. Learned he ate the fifth Seraphim. I got ideas about how sex and hunger overlap. Word Count: 517

Their head tossed back in ecstasy, leaving their neck exposed. He thought about kissing it to get a taste of the pleasure dripping out through their sweat. He thought about nipping at their throat to hear more of their unabashedly lewd cries. He thought about sinking his teeth as deep as they would go and tearing through them entirely. He thought about burying his face in their carved out abdomen until even his horn was dyed red.

He wanted to devour them, feel their meat between his teeth and their blood running down his throat. He wanted to sample something of them that no one else ever would. He wanted to fill his stomach and not just quench his appetite.

"Bell?" They spoke through raspy breaths. Their eyes were barely focused, full of hazy lust and the mind behind them clearly drunk on cock.

He imagined kissing those beautiful eyes before opening his jaw and stealing them straight from their skull. He knew that they would scream and try to flee in real life, but his fantasies were never filled with anything but wonderful gluttony; the joy of eating and being eaten, of indulging in a different carnal desire.

"Right there~" They mewled as they instinctively reached out their arms to try and hold him. Maybe to pull him closer so he would reach even deeper inside of them than he already was?

Rather than give in to their silent demand, he grabbed their hand and brought it close to his mouth.

It would be easy to wrap his tongue around their fingers and draw them in before snapping his teeth shut. It would be less lethal than tearing out their neck or the state of shock they would go into after crushing their eyes. It would be like a snack. The sweetest snack he'd ever taste.

But, rather than giving in to the deep black hunger churning in his stomach, he licked the palm of their hand and sucked at the tips of each finger one by one.

“Delicious,” he said with a smirk as he released their hand again.

Their hole clenched around him, their eyes glistened, and they smiled. An expression that quickly faded as he took his opportunity to slam his cock into them and watch their eyes roll into the back of their head and their mouth gape wide with choked groans.

As he saw the inside of their mouth, he wondered if, rather than devouring them, they would like to take a chunk out of him instead. The thought of his blood painted across their lips, the same ones he would willing kiss and push his tongue past to taste what it was like when they ate him alive.

With a grip so tight it would leave bruises the next day, he grabbed their thighs and pushed them back so he could bury himself to the base inside of them. Drool pooled in his mouth, his stomach gave a low growl, and he tried to focus on indulging in a different form of hunger other than the one he wanted to.

#2af writes #what in hell is bad #whb beelzebub #gender neutral fic #cw cannibalism

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