#cannibal?

Cannibal Date

Intriguing interactive visual novel! Short demo but great art style and wants me to play more!

Helurr, This is my friends writing and I’m posting it because she wants feedback from other people! if anyone ever read it please share your thoughts! Thank u!!

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Everything taste metallic, like iron and sweet were mixed into one. It stained his teeth like chocolate and stick to his throat like honey.

He doesn’t remember what he ate, he can’t figure why his vision is blurry and his head is pounding and everything felt numb. God. Why does his chest hurt?

Ash looks down to his soaked bloody red hand, the other embedded onto something. Why was it bleeding? His eyes drift towards the open wound infront of him, stain beautifully in red, clothe that drape around the figures shoulder dripping with its delightful color.

“Ash..?”

A voice called out, breathless and listless. His eyes raise to August, a breath suck out of his lungs as he saw him dishevelled and a smudge by the upper cheek with his own blood. He took his other hand off him and step back his eyes roaming his stained beloved. Blood leak everywhere to his open chest onto the table, his neck once shaded white now tainted with crimson red and expose flesh. If he had continue eating would he have… He shivers at the thought, the ability that he could’ve killed him. That he could’ve lose someone valuable once again. That he was the reason for it. That he was the reason why August.. That could've— he could’ve..—he couldn't—

“Ash.”

A gentle hand was press onto his shoulder that pushed him back to reality August look down on him, gaze as soulless as before but today it felt deader and that made him push out a breathe.

“Why did you stop?”

Gentle, smooth, firm it felt as if his life wasn’t on the line and he was asking something mundane and that rile him. Why did he stop? Why did he stop?

“August, I could’ve have killed you.”

He said plainly, tears threatening to release once the thought went through his head again. The tasteless-metallic-sweet honey growing stronger in taste as he regain his awareness to everything. He remembers now. August suggested it, said it was the purest form of love he could ever give to him to be devoured and tasted, and to devote himself to his love. Disgustingly comforting him it wouldn’t hurt him, he wouldn’t scream, he wouldn’t cry and would breathlessly take it as a honor. It irritated Ash that he would be comforted by his words and do it. It horrified him.

“So? I won’t die, Ash. I promised. I’ll be send to spawn and be back in your arms in no time..!”

His voice sounded ill but his tone continued to sound positive.

“…You’re stupid.”

“No, I’m inlove.”

Augusts trails his hands to Ash’s arm tugging, then pulling him close back to him. Giving a soft (weakly to Ash) smile to comfort him

“I’ve told ya before and till now it doesn’t hurt me. We’re sentient but never human so it really doesn’t hurt.”

Ash could only stare at him as he said he couldn’t feel pain. He felt the shards of incoming bullets hitting where it didn’t land, edges of blades that hit his back and ended his life by blood loss only to be revived in spawn and continuing to move onward, and the devastating fall he had to endure dragging his body towards the rubble even then the blood that soak his head, his wings and his knee felt like dragging his body on newly made obsidian. They maybe NPCs but he knows damn fucking well August was lying. He glances to his chin but not near his neck. Blood fresh leaving a subtle smell, dry to stain his beloveds body. Its colors shining against the light, dizzying and vibrant it leaks from everywhere and nowhere from the bottom of his lips, to his shoulder, to his chest, to the side of his head near the left ear.

A weird sense of vibration hits his nasal bridge burning the edges of his eyes and causing him to blink and wipe it with his hands. Was he bleeding? He suck a breath in-fear taking quick, short breaths that filled his throat but never reach his lungs. It suffocated him it hurt him it made his head pulse like his heart was inside his ears beating at a rapid speed that made him hold himself to steady his balance. He gasps and starts heaving, his mind all around the places and not. It was too loud, too quiet too muffled everythings a blur he felt sick. Was he going to puke? he hovered his hand over his mouth tears rolling down his eyes. He was trembling and he only realised when he had duck over and crouch down and look at his hands shaking, why was he shaking? did something happened why is he bleeding? did his body always feel numb? Everything’s ringing. Quiet. Too quiet. He can’t see. He can’t see. He can’t see. He can’t see.

Everythings too out of focus and when he does focuses on something it’s just the floor, his clothes, or a pair of dark blue-grey blobs infront of him. His head raised up he couldn’t see who it was it made him want to close his eyes, to shout, to grab his dagger and slash, to back away but he couldn’t he was stuck in place. His vision felt as if he was taking the wrong sets of lenses to see or when tears build up in your eyes that everything looks unclear needing to blink the tears out to see. This figure had red blobs on its left neck, a brown crest on its face that went down to its nose leaving the rest of the face with its plain white skintone, sprinkled with the side of blood on his left cheek.

It said something although he couldn’t quite hear but somewhere inbetween he slowly followed his breathing pattern; slow, easy, and rhythmic. His head starts to quiet down the heart coming back to his ribcage, the soft ringing in his ear coming to a close, as he asks Ash

“Can you hear me?”

“Yes.. yes I can..”

“Ok, just breathe slowly with me.”

August took a deep inhale slowly exhaling as he watches Ash does the same. Ash felt a hand hover to his wrist, taking the support August is giving. The tremble in his hands faded taking one last exhale before finally calming down. It was finally quiet.

None of them spoke up at first unsure who and what will the other say, explanations? apologies? Ash surely felt he should apologies to him after what happened.

“I’m.. sorry, I didn’t know the action would send ya to a full blown panic attack. I wanted to show my love for you, the thought of dying for a few seconds wasn’t something to dwell when I can always just respawn.. I expected you to know or careless when I told you.”

….

He glances towards.. it the bleeding had stop a long while now leaving only the odor, the blood and whatever parts that Ash hasn’t swallowed yet.

….

He felt dizzy, maybe he’ll apologise later. Ash let’s go of August’s hand and stands up

“I think I need sometime to be alone..”

“… I see.. I’m always in my shop if ya want to find me.”

August’s bites his inner lip frustrated it didn’t end well.

“Do you need help standing up? I could find an aidkit for you.”

“No, no. I think I’ll just sit here for a little while.”

He darts around the faintly illuminated room for something it felt dimmer than before like the room itself was reacting to their situation. Ash looms over him unsure what else to say but stepback and leave.

okay yes hannibal has some BANGER lines that i keep seeing on my dash but is that really enough for me to start watching it

This dude apperantly wanted to eat someones ribs and he liked BDSM and they were supposed to call him “daddy” or “Sir”. What I expected to find was this cold, dominant person but what I feel is just the opposite. He has this warmth but he seems to have issues with women. He seems to go for the dominant ones where he feels small and then he has to prove that he really is the man. He seems sooo very lost and I think he is stuck in a shallow world but he is looking for something else. I think he is after something real. In a world of plastic and fake, he wants stones and fire. But if he can’t get that, he gets unhappy. I think he really is afraid of these girls because they are so dominant that he almost feels feminine in their presence.Maybe something happened to him where the woman called him lame and geek and since then he has to show everyone that he is the strong one. Weird.

google i just want to know if queen e2 smokes wtf

So like…if a mosquito bites someone and then you kill it, and it falls in your food

If you eat it, does that make you a cannibal?

If Bim Trimmer ever offers you a burger, do NOT take it!

The man is a terrible chef.

Seriously, Bim, calm down with the salt already.

@work meeting/bbq thing

Andy: Alright so we’ve covered everything we had to discuss today, it’s just about noon and it looks like they’ve got the bbq up and running out there. So let’s call it a day and get out there before they burn the burgers… I don’t think we should have left Carl in charge of the grill… And don’t worry for all the vegetarians in the room, we have fare for you too! I don’t know what it is, but Sarah from PR was in charge of shopping so I’m sure she got some good stuff for you. And if not, there’s always salad, got some real nice lettuce as I hear it, had to fight off some rabbits to get it. As for the rest of the cannibals… Cannibals? Carnivores. For the rest of the carnivores we have all the goods – slaughtered a whole cow we did. Not really, but yeah. Thanks to everyone who managed to make it out here today, and a shame for all of you guys who called in from home.

So my dad came home from a meeting today and regaled me with the details. And funny thing was that we recently finished watching the second season of Hannibal… so the cannibal bit gave us both a good laugh. God I hope that wasn’t a Freudian slip… But you got to love fun people like that! Names have been changed to protect those involved should there actually be any cause for concern ^^;

if you chew your hangnail, does that make you a cannibal?

“If we do go to prison together, please don’t peel my face off.”

So can we talk about why Sherlock was just roasting an eye?

*keeps Abigail’s ear in a little ziploc bag and hides it under his bed*
Fufufu.

If I eat my scab, finger nails, boogers, or eye snot does that make me a cannibal??? Does that count as eating myself?

is the creator of the cinnamon toast crunch commercials the same as the creator of hannibal

Okay…can someone please tell me wtf Hannibal is, cause it seriously just popped up out of nowhere.

I just realized that I bite my nails and a bit of skin from my fingers so does this make me a cannibal?

i love it when i try and type fast. Words that I never mean to type or get to finish just assert themselves and just get sent off. So instead of mango, I get man. omnomnom. I am a cannibal. XD -facepalm- I love my life.