#Death Incarnate

[lamb-of-wrath]

[AGATHARIO] Death Incarnate: Cornered

Note from the author: Death Incarnate is a series of shorter (mostly random) pieces that I don't necessarily want to post on my AO3. They are solely focused on Agatha and Rio. My brain is just rotting too much, I need to get it out.

This piece was originally written for my friend who suggested the prompt of Agatha breathing against Rio's spine and biting her sides. Enjoy!

“Against the wall, Rio.”

Agatha’s words send a shiver down Rio’s spine, only for it to crawl through her entire body and explode between her thighs, forcing her to listen. She subconsciously spreads her legs as both her palms land flat on the wall. Her face clings to it too, eyes closed.

She can only hear and feel now.

And she does; she hears Agatha shift and move closer. The steps are quiet, almost inaudible. That’s precisely why Rio gasps when she feels one of Agatha’s hands touch her right hip, slithering across it to finally dig into the skin, “You look so good like this.”

She’s going to combust.

She doesn’t say anything, however, as she knows that would be something a bad girl would do. And she doesn’t want to be a bad girl. Not when she can be a good one.

So, she waits patiently.

Agatha is slow, deliberate and cruel. Her fingers brush the skin on her hip softly again before digging in once more to stay there this time. After waiting a few more seconds, only to infuriate Rio, she inches forward enough for her breath to land on Rio’s spine.

It sends another strong shiver through it as Rio lets out a choked moan, trying to keep quiet. Seeing her reaction makes Agatha scoff against the skin on her back.

“I know, baby. It’s too much for you, isn’t it?”

Rio tries to respond but ends up letting out a mixture of whining and whimpering as Agatha now trails both her sides with her hands and crouches slightly to bring her mouth to one of Rio’s sides. She kisses it first, making Rio’s whole body tremble with want, “Be good for me now,” and then bites the skin firmly.

Rio moans properly this time, losing her balance slightly as the sensation shoots right through her to her core. Agatha scoffs again, kissing the bite mark.

“Sweet girl,” she suddenly gives her another bite, “what are we going to do with you?”

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[night-market-if]

Merri so pretty I'm gonna cry. You can't make Death this hot I'm diving off a bridge immediately /j

I've always kind of had a thing for Death characters. It was only going to be a matter of time. :)

[certifiedfantasyreader]

Rhys was still smiling at me as he extended a hand toward Hybern’s army, now trying to adjust to the rampant havoc.

His fingers pointed.

Obsidian power erupted from him.

A massive chunk of Hybern’s army just …

Misted.

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

No more touching grass. I need to be embraced by moss and decompose to become one with the forest.

Gabriella, who gets torched and her body is left in the forest to enrich the soil, probably

[onlyhurtforaminute]

ABSCESSION-LAND OF THE DAMNED

[black-arcana]

Eleine ➤ Death Incarnate Live at SWEDEN ROCK 2022

[simonsaysmacy]

Grim Reaper! 

This little kitty is death incarnate. Who needs a scythe when you have 20 built right into your anatomy?! Those of you with cats get it 😼☠

Made for 2017′s #mabsdrawlloweenclub day 5.

[handy-dandy-monster-candy]

Mrtyu, Redux

This year has been a rough one. An unexpected part two to my GN Reader/Death piece [link here] that was deeply personal, and this one is, too. Trigger warning for... well, dealing with death and thoughts of death, et cetera. This one is a little dark.

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Sweet child. Breathing is so bitter. Tears crust your eyes in the mornings and wet your lashes at night. This is 22 all over again. This is not how it ends for you.

Little green bottles—a dozen or so—glow in the light from your window like stained glass windchimes, rattling in your hands. They are full of little shapes of compressed powder—of the things that force your body to behave, of the things that hurt you as much as heal you. Your doctors give you hope, but the lights are at the ends of such terribly long tunnels, and so I walk in your shadow, the chill of the weight of my bones over yours a constant reminder that I am with you.

Sweet child. Dance with me? It has been so long. I know your name, but mine falls so brokenly from your lips, and never without salt on your tongue. Do I frighten you? Be not afraid. I am only the dust in the wind. I am only the nothing and the no one and the dark. You are both feet in the grave and looking up into the sun.

Around and around we go, your hospital gowns like the finest silk robes and your fragile hands in mine. I spin you around and I am your centre, watching you collide with life in fast motion, but always coming back to me. I am only the between-places. I am only the soft hush of sleep in the deep, the hiss of dark leaves across cobblestones. I am your keeper on cold, restless nights; soon, I will be your mentor, watching your back as you leave me behind.

Sweet child. Sweet child. Sweet child.

Hold me? We are our only constants, rocketing through these planes in stop-motion meanderings, and you are familiar to these tired eyes. Wrap yourself up in my skin. Wear me like a cloak in your darkest moments and remember—remember that I am cold, I am end, I am permanent. Swaddle yourself in my arms but breathe deep before I pull you under, for mine are waters that seldom are surfaced from.

Dear heart. I am a jealous lover. My kiss is swift and cold and often cruel. But I have kissed your eyes and kissed your lips and carved my name along your sternum, and yet there you lie in your breathing mask, chest rising and falling like so many empires, stubbornly, stubbornly.

[night-market-if]

Love the little hints of gold Pen wears🥰 do they just think it's pretty, or is it maybe meant to be reflective of the lantern light? A little tie in to the NM? Either way, I now can only imagine my MC in a golden outfit with accents of black as a little nod to their favorite eldritch being✨️

It is kind of a signifier for the market. Almost like a way to say that Merripen belongs here and the Night Market belongs with them.

[fxcf]

Practice 2: Seraphim

Fun fact, I made an entire language and script during my High School years. Freshman year was a fucking waste of my damn soul.

Anyways, say hello to the original Nixullium, Nixullius Vanitas Umbra, aka the God of Death and sorta father of humanity. Once I finish the lore post on this guy, I’ll post it here.

Also might post the Umber language. For fun.

Fun Fact 2: This is technically the God Of Death’s true-ish form. A deity's true form is more like a blob of ideals and concepts, but Nixullius decided to be special.

[thethcministry]

[lavy-kamibella]

Death Incarnate.

Fan of golden ichor canon for Chthonic Gods, so had some practice with skin tones here.

Had some funny moments with brushes in process

Tysm for support ^_^

[waspandr]

"With your photography skills, you'd probably be a hit at the Bugle. I hear they need someone to get pictures of Spider-man. "

“I can do better than a few photos for that, I could get the man in question,” 

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Artanis, rushing back to the Sanctuary: Guys, we have a big problem.

Nazir: What, you mean the fire?

Artanis: No it’s — wait, what did you guys set on fire?

Babette: Oh forget that, this sounds more interesting.

[onlyhurtforaminute]

ABSCESSION-LAND OF THE DAMNED

[inkdrinkershadowsinger]

What exactly do you think that Nesta’s powers will be?