For all of the writers.

[Petrol Consumer]

Your character is gradually getting more cannibalistic as the story progresses.

How does the story start?

Then how does it end?

[Blake]

@Cole-The-Consumer-Of-Petrol it starts as my main character realizing she’ having strange cravings ever since she became pregnant. (hooman) at the end. she regrets succumbing to the cravings so many times, she jumps off a bridge :> (she gave birth before she just gave the baby to the dad)

[Petrol Consumer]

Blake

Oh god : D wow

[Blake]

@Cole-The-Consumer-Of-Petrol lmao-

[Your Local Shadow Simp]

@Cole-The-Consumer-Of-Petrol she’s a writer who has frequent blackout periods where she doesn’t remember anything that happens during them–she uses cannibalism as a metaphor for love, and something in her subconscious changes. She starts to notice that she’s having strange cravings, and they slowly start to drive her mad, and while she tries to use her writing to get it out of her mind, she eventually can’t stop herself, and can’t help but indulge in her desperate, animalistic cravings <33

[Petrol Consumer]

𖤐𝐸𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝑀𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓂𝒶𝒸𝓀𖤐 OOO I LIKE DAT :333

[Your Local Shadow Simp]

Blake ooh, so idea sort of based off of that–the FMC gets the strange cravings when she’s pregnant–it starts off as just craving red meats more, but it doesn’t fill the craving, and eventually she gives birth, right? Let’s say it’s a hospital that will offer to give the mother the placenta. She takes it, eats it, it’s still not enough, and she eventually eats her baby, but she goes mad after she realizes what she’s done, and so she ends up killing herself.

[Blake]

𖤐𝐸𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝑀𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓂𝒶𝒸𝓀𖤐 . HOLD TF UP THATS A GOOD PLOT WUT

[Infina-Phoenix]

Violently, he rips open Bill’s ribcage with a crowbar found in his open garage. Bill’s wife of 49 years, Martha, rushes into the house, desperately trying to inform the authorities on the phone. But it’s too late, Martha is forced to watch him rip apart her husband. And for what purpose? To drink the scarlet honey from Bill’s wounds. He is arrested before he can fully break into the house. Due to his bloodlust, his desperation leads him to have a similar pain tolerance as the symptom of meth, and breaks his own wrist to get out of the handcuffs.

After a failed attempt at eating an officer in the cop car, he is shot and killed in the streets.

[Petrol Consumer]

@ɪɴꜰɪɴᴀ-ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx wow… just wow…

[Blake]

@ɪɴꜰɪɴᴀ-ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx A-

[whatswrongwith.me]

@Cole-The-Consumer-Of-Petrol

(this is so bad)

WEEK 1

Eliza stood barefoot on the cool bathroom floor, leaning heavily on the sink as she stared fearfully at the reflection in her mirror.
What had she DONE?!
Stupid dare- after her friend, Joshua; cut the end of his thumb off on the sharp metal wire of the fence they were breaking through, Samantha dared her to eat it for 500 bucks.
500 bucks is 500 bucks, right? So she reluctantly swallowed the peice of bleeding flesh.
Now she looked at herself- a monster. Why did she do that?! Stupid. STUPID DARE.
Her stomach churned as she kept replaying the scene over and over, how the taste of copper filled her mouth, and the weird texture of Joshua’s flesh stayed on her tongue.
After splashing her face with cold water, she trudged slowly to her bed, plopping down on it with a groan.

WEEK 2

Eliza couldn’t stop thinking about what she had done. The guilt was eating her up inside, and yet- there was this other strange part of her that liked the taste. that craved more. Like a child after eating candy.
No, no! You can’t be thinking that-!
Eliza thought to herself, standing up from the small marble counter in her kitchen where she was studying.
But trying it again, just a small bit, it wouldn’t hurt. Right…?
She opened one of the drawers, looking at the knives.
as long as nobody knew…

WEEK 3

“Hey- what happened? Are you okay?”

Samantha warily asked Eliza, noticing the oddly placed bandage on Eliza’s palm.

“Yeah. Just- Accedentally cut myself.”

She replied nervously, nodding. Her face felt a bit hot, and her face looked just a bit off, but Samantha didn’t push.

Later that night, Eliza sat on the bathroom counter, running her still fresh wound under some cold water, cringing slightly at the feeling. Since the wound was deep, and recent, it hadn’t scabbed over yet.
After rinsing it, she put a new bandage on it, running her finger over the seams slowly.
Why did she do this to herself…?
But at the same time- that craving of more… It was stronger. She tasted delicious.
Get that *out of your head! You are not a psychopath!

(im lazy and wont be finishing this so um)

[Petrol Consumer]

O H.

[whatswrongwith.me]

@Cole-The-Consumer-Of-Petrol waht

[whatswrongwith.me]

@august this is actually kinda yummy i might take this and like (makes oc)

[Petrol Consumer]

@august

That is, the most amazing queasy, revolting, but addicting piece of text I have ever laid my four eyes on. Congratulations you get a star sticker.

[whatswrongwith.me]

@Cole-The-Consumer-Of-Petrol THANK YOU SO MUCH SIGMA!!!

you made me hapi >:3

[Petrol Consumer]

@august

You welcome you absolute picasso of a writer.