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I'm just going to start saying shit and if someone sees them cool cool cool 🤷
Yesterday afternoon I couldn't. And I stress. Couldn't. Stop thinking about how nice it would be for someone to put photos of or like videos of me on the Internet after running out onto incoming traffic. Like the thought of my guts and blood sprawled against the warm pavement while some sick pervert puts the beauty of my death up on the internet for people to jerk to or something just really satisfies a part of me. Maybe even record myself absolutely slobbering over a shotgun before pressing the muzzle up against my pallet and blowing my brains out. Letting the camera or my phone capture the splatter of meat, bone, and blood against the ceiling and wall just so others can enjoy me for one last time!!
Maybe it's my newfound appeal to Newfag Runs the Gauntlet but guts and blood have always been a part of me, from the hunt to the kill it's all a thrill 🙏
Even if they're not into it the state of distress as they watch my hands explore their innards would be great....i'd love to see the look on someone's face as I hold onto their lungs and hear them gasp as I squeeze...maybe even grab at their intestines and pull just to show them how pretty they are on the inside 🤤🤤
Ever since I could remember I've wanted to be vivisected painlessly but still able to feel it. The vivisection scene in JTHM did something to me.
I've wanted to be on the other side of that!! Having my hands in someones guts while they're clearly into it would be so good
Mmmm....animalistic desire to hurt, hunt, and kill 🤤
idk if this counts as confession:
I really want to bite, I mean flesh to the molars, bite down, and tear, and I think it's because I've always wanted to just chew on raw meat but wasn't allowed to. It's all kinda mixed in with the wanting to beat someone up thing where like I end up wanting to just bite someones throat out ?? lmao idfk anymore.
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"What do I do? What do I do? What do I do I do?" chants Gank, walking in place. The unconscious child on the floor continues to bleed from her arms in front of Gank. "Right, blood. I have to stop the blood," she says to herself.
Gank begins running around the room looking for anything that could help her situation. As she paces about, she licks the blood from her own claws.
J: I can see you struggling to keep your mouth shut, Mum. L: I wasn't saying anything.
"Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?" Gank searches frantically for the salve she knows is somewhere in this room. "I know ya keep it somewhere here; ya suck at healing, mom." She spots a box sitting beside a shelf, and throws it open. "Jackpot."
The box contains potions, powdered medical herbs, and other supplies. "I'm going to get caught the next time she checks this thing." She grabs the salve and a towel and races back to the bleeding child.
J: Why didn't you grab the potion? G: You were bleeding; I was panicking. L: She was, like, fourteen.
Gank slathers it over Jevoi's arms, desperately trying not to cut her further. She then wraps the towel around the limbs and pushes gently on them. She feels the slowing rhythm of Jevoi's heart.
"I think this was how it worked. How'ya feeling?" she asks and receives no answer. "Yeah. That makes sense." She looks at the blood drying on the floor and has an idea.
Dipping her claw in the blood, Gank begins painting a magic circle around Jevoi. "It's like this, and this," she says to herself. Her claws shaking, she manages to etch the runes she knows. "Okay, okay, okay." She slaps the circle, the spirits of the cave answer the call and pulse life through Jevoi's body.
"All I have to do now is..." Gank looks at the bloody evidence still around here. She sighs.
Gank begins licking the blood off the floo-
D&J: EUAGH L: Why? G: Ya don't have room to judge me. I know where ya put your tongue. J: No, eeegh.
To repeat: Gank begins licking the blood off the floor and a primal urge rises within her. The soft meat of a helpless animal is right there. It must taste so good. A rare cut from so far away.
"No, focus." Gank throws those thoughts away and keeps at the floor.
L: So, on the topic of rituals: outside we were blessing the land.