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The warmth of his flesh
CW: Cannibalism (no gore actually described, just.. subtle descriptions? Probably could make you queezy idk) This is my first time writing a fic, so critique is welcome! :)
NOT A KINK/FETISH!! (i'm not weird trust)
I specifically wrote this for school in like 1 hour after the submission time so it's rushed... uh yeah that's it from me! :))
Summary:
Hyacinth can't help herself, she really can't! She wants to consume her lovers' flesh and she hates herself for it. What was she think of course he's going to say no! He's going to be so disgusted, what if he reports he- What? He said yes? He said he'd be honoured to?
How very lovely.
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“I’m rather disgusting aren’t I? I must reek of death.” He didn’t flinch, he didn’t look surprised. He just stared. “I will never be able to get the feeling of death off of me.” He just sat there. He didn’t say a word. “Especially after becoming one with it.” Hyacinth paused, waiting for a change in his expression. She gripped the fabric of his dress, waiting for the worst to come.
“What an odd name you have, how come I've just noticed?” He ignored her, continuing with his ramble. “Hyacinth, Hyacinth, Hyacinth… surely you know what it means? He laughed. “What am I saying? Of course you know. A desire for forgiveness. Is that why you’ve come to meet me, at this hour?”
He looked back at her, her body tensed, her hands curled into his fists. “I’ve.. consumed flesh before.”
“How many times?”
“Three times- it’s a horrible feeling though, it's honestly quite disgusting-”
“Then why do you do it?”
“I…” She sighed, pushing her hair back with her hands. Her mind was racing. What a stupid, stupid idea. Why did she think this would’ve worked? She should’ve just kept it in. But she couldn’t. The thought was consuming her every moment of the day. Every glance at him would make it even worse. She tried to rub the feeling off, taking hour long baths, scrubbing her skin till the water turned brown. She was disgusting, thoroughly disgusting. What a disgusting, terrible human she was. Was she even human?
What kind of human would have thoughts of consuming their own lover? Her wretched flesh had to be punished, for thinking in such ways. She’d scratch her flesh, days on end, attempting to rip her own skin out, to pay for the terrible things she’d done, yet she just couldn't stop. She never threw the meat out of her cellar. And now she keeps on going, now with her fourth lover. But this time felt different. He was different. He provided her comfort like no one else could. To have that comfort within forever, would be an ultimate bliss.
He snapped his fingers. “You okay love? You seem disoriented.” Even now, after hearing what she’s done he still cares for her. His care disgusts her and comforts her at the same time.
“Did you hear me? I said i-”
“Yes, yes, you’ve cannibalized your lovers before, what else?”
Her blood ran cold, her eyes wide. How did he know about that? She never told him that detail.
“How did you know?”
“You forget I've known you long before we were even together darling. Of course I noticed when my friends went missing, it’s just now I know why.” He chuckled.
“You don’t care? You’re not mad?”
“How could I be? I haven’t done anything remarkable in my entire existence, except being with you. Now you’ve done something that people wretch at the thought of. How wonderful.”
She scoffed at him, angered by his unexpected acceptance. “You know what I’m going to ask you then, right?”
“Of course, I recognize your pattern, and I graciously accept.” He bowed dramatically, unable to hide his laugh.
“Don’t mock me!” She looked at him, tears starting to well up in her eyes. “It’s not like I want to! hate the very thought of parting with you!” It was true, she really hated herself for wanting to do such a thing.
“Now why are you crying? I didn’t yell at you did I? Even better, I accepted!” He sighed, putting his back against the wall.
“But why?” She was confused, concerned, scared,but another feeling was creeping up her back. Glee. A lover becoming a part of you is one thing, but when they accept and are willing? Now their souls really would be intertwined.
“Because all I am is yours. I’ve never done much in my life, and I don't think I will. All I want at this point is to please you. My death will be meaningless. But if I offer myself to you, perhaps..” He paused, refusing to continue further.
She looked at him, unsure of what to do. Thank him? Cry? Hyacinth froze, unable to respond.
“I ask for one thing from you though.”
“And that is?”
“Time. Time spent with you.”
“Is that all?”
“Yes.”
At 6:00 in the afternoon, Hyacinth dragged her lover to her house, or rather her mansion. They rarely spent time there together so he often forgot about his darling’s lavish lifestyle. He’d rather go somewhere else, somewhere less stuffy, somewhere less… uncomfortable. It wasn’t her peculiar diet that made him feel uneasy, nor was it the way her wide eyes bore into his soul. It was that wretched mansion. The entire estate was gloomy, adapting a color palette only a ghost could enjoy. It was painted a dark grey, the roof an even darker shade. The windows loomed over him, reaching the ceiling. The entire mansion was surrounded by long, thin trees. Oh how he hated her place, but whatever would make her happy.
At 7:00 pm they were sitting in the living room, the fireplace warming up the entire room. Hyacinth was laughing at a dumb joke he made, one that he didn’t even find funny. They were laying on the wooden floor, talking about the most trivial things in existence. She played with his hair while he went on about his day, before he saw her, which instantly brightened his day.
At 9:00 pm he attempted to fancy up the dining room, with much disapproval from Hyacinth. “I’m just preparing the dining room for your meal”, he joked. She didn’t find it very amusing. He stuffed random flowers such as lilies and hydrangeas into the closest vases and pots he could find. He lit candles all across the room, turning off the chandelier, making the entire room illuminated by the melting candles.
At 9:30 they sat down on opposite sides, discussing the most random topics they could think of. She laughed at all of his poorly thought out jokes, cracking a smile that could light up an entire room. “You know I love you right?” He smiled at her, resting his head on his hand. “I’m aware.”
“I’m doing this because I love you.”
“Yeah.”
“You provide me with a comfort that I want to be engulfed in forever.”
“Then I'll give you that.”
“I really do love you, I really do. I can’t help myself.” She started to cry.
“And here comes the waterworks.”
“I hate myself for doing this to you.”
“I don't mind.”
“I love you.”
“...”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
At 2:30 am Hyacinth’s full course meal was prepared. There was everything he could ever ask for. She grabbed her knife and fork hesitantly, staring at her meal for a while. She told herself to stop staring and start eating. If she didn’t start soon, the food would probably go bad, then it would all be for nothing. She slowly picked up her fork, stabbing the meat, slowly carving into it with her fork. She opened her mouth, her lip quivering. She took her first bite.
At 3:15 am the entire dining room was a mess. There was food scattered across the long table. She had long forgotten about her utensils, instead opting for her hands. She was probably eating her entire stock in one sitting. She had never done that before, but this time it was worth it. Every bite she took provided more and more comfort, her insides melting from the chewy texture. She just couldn’t stop herself. She grabbed at more meat, her face stuffed to the brim with the meat, the remnants spilling on her white, floor length frock. She tried to make herself throw up, but she just couldn’t. Her face was stained with tears. She sobbed through each bite. “I’m really sorry, I really am! I just couldn’t help myself! You just taste too good!” She shoved her face with more bites. “I’m so disgusting, aren’t i?”
Hi guys!! @sami-onley has reached out to me to help promote his gofundme to help him evacuate himself and his family out of Gaza🙏Sami has a wife, kids, elders, siblings, ans they all raise 30k for a goal to get to the safety. Right now they reached only 3k and they really need your support
He is one the number 21 on Gaza Vitters list
Unfortunately, donations for palestinian families are really low, although the war is not over yet. If you can, please donate to save his family
Everytime this is reblogged, JK Rowling steps on a lego
@dr-anas96 and his family's tent has collapsed in the rain!!!! i'm so afraid for them. he's ill and it's cold in gaza. please give what you can!!!
while you’re here i’d like to draw your attention to @alkliliyfamliy and their campaign! they’re only 11% to their goal, and even a little bit helps!
Please support this campaign for Gaza's children and elderly! It's spearheaded by a father in Gaza who works hard on distributing aid within his camp. Getting a supply of diapers is especially critical because they're costing $65-$75 per pack and so parents are resorting to makeshift cloth diapers that are giving their babies rashes.
(Ignore the end of the video where I tell people to comment, that's for algorithmic platforms, here you can just reblog)
Aki Hayakawa but he got his ass beat by Power in a fist fight. Now all he wants is a cold beer. :((
CHECK OUT MY FIRST ANIMATIC/ANIMATION!!
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grinding for gaza while trying to keep my sanity intact. i'm just here on tumblr writing post after post, asking, begging for donations, for help. i craft these words carefully hoping someone somewhere might care enough to hit that reblog button or send a few dollars. then i go hunting for the tagging list hoping someone with a bigger reach than me will help amplify my voice because seriously what else can i do? message after message, waiting for a reply, a reblog, anything. the silence is deafening. i wait for the donation notification to pop up like it’s some kind of life raft. maybe just maybe it’ll float my family out of this hell. but mostly i’m sitting here clicking, praying, hoping while my phone keeps buzzing with more bad news. sighs deeply. well back to the grind i guess. shuffle away quietly. maybe trip on a rock this time. who knows.
If you can't donate via GoFundMe, you can use PayPal instead. Please note that 100 SEK is approximately 10 USD, and 200 SEK is around 20 USD.
Donate on GoFundMe: Link
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Listed as number 282 in "The Vetted Gaza Evacuation Fundraiser Spreadsheet" compiled by @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi : Link
Listed on the Butterfly Effect Project, number 957: Link
Additionally, Al Jazeera News has documented apart of my family's case: Link
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Hi
My name is Saeed. I am 19 years old. I live in a dark reality.... I live in Gaza (the war zone). 🍉🙏
I suffer from the scourges of war and genocide, including displacement, displacement, and famine... I launched a donation campaign so that I and my family can move to a safe place. Please donate to me.... Every 20 euros makes a lot of difference to me.
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #330 )✅️
🍉🍉
Please donate to me, even a little 🙏🙏
Link 👇
https://gofund.me/f585afef
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Aiko, you really do have terrible taste.
i've been speaking to @eyadblogs over the past few days and he's shared with me his and his family's struggles to afford food and basic nourishment during the genocide in gaza. please continue to share and donate to his campaign, he is urgently in need of funds to survive day to day:
€10,435 / €40,000 raised
"I swear i'm not getting attached-"
Sorry about that!
You've ruined me
💔 🌟 **Urgent humanitarian appeal** 🌟 💔
Hello everyone, I am Hussam Al-Qazzaz from Gaza, where we are facing harsh and difficult conditions. I lost my home and now live in a tent. I lost my job and am now suffering from extreme poverty. I can no longer provide food and water for my family, and we are living in a real famine.
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #287 )✅️
I have 4 children: Bashar (9 years old), Hani (8 years old), Diana (4 years old), and Habiba (3 months old). Unfortunately, I cannot provide them with clothes and food, and their health is deteriorating. My little daughter, Habiba, who was born in the war, I cannot provide her with milk and Pampers.
I also take care of my elderly parents (75 years old), as my father suffers from serious health problems. His body was burned and he is in urgent need of treatment, and my mother (72 years old) suffers from blood pressure and needs constant care.
You can imagine. My family and I were displaced under bombardment from Khan Yunis to Rafah, and we suffered a lot before returning to Khan Yunis, where we now live in a tent next to the rubble of our destroyed house.
We're not asking for much, just a little help:
🏠 We need to build a modest house that protects against the cold of winter and protects against shrapnel from aircraft bombing
👕 We would like to buy some clothes for the children.
🛋️ We need simple household supplies.
💊 We want to treat our father for burns and buy expensive medicines.
🍞 Most importantly, we need food! Prices are very high, and we don't have any money to buy what we need.
All we want is to live in dignity. Any help, no matter how small, will have a big impact on our lives, even if it is only one euro 🙏❤️ Unfortunately, everything we collected does not exceed 400 euros.❤️🙏
For the sake of children and the elderly, help us 🙏❤️
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #287 )✅️
This is how we cook our food when cooking gas is expensive and rice is very expensive and I don't know if we will be able to provide this rice again.
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I was just standing in line at the bakery to get a loaf of bread to feed my family who hadn't eaten since morning. The place was very, very crowded, but the shock was when three girls were taken out who had suffocated to death from the crowding. Imagine three girls dying while trying to get bread. Please don't let us die while you watch. Save us.
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ok last thing. but what people fundamentally need to get through their heads is the significance of gaza fundraisers not being the same as like mutual aid when you're helping someone get groceries, because it is a genocide. there is insane deliberate scarcity and prices are unmanageable, because there is nowhere nearly enough for everyone, so only people who can pay can eat. and what positioning individual fundraisers as the only course of action does is quite simply give a tiny percentage of random people whose fundraisers take off the ability to pay those prices while thousands of others can't. and every one of those thousands of people without a fundraiser is suffering through the same inconceivably horrific reality. it is giving a few completely desperate people out of hundreds of thousands a slightly more favorable position in a horrific war economy of imposed scarcity. and what grassroots community kitchens do is try to mitigate in some small way that inconceivable hierarchy of who can pay and who can't, by stretching ingredients as far as they can last to cook meals at large scale and give them out at no cost. and obviously people are still going to send money to their friends and families because this is hell what else are we supposed to do but please just think about that before promoting endless individual fundraisers as somehow the most ethical way to help
