#Maggot Story

[the-goya-jerker]

so this might be a bit out there but if you're willing to answer what are your thoughts on the blowfly girl story

TW: Maggots, lots of maggot, and rotting things. This is deeply unsanitary and sexual, and if you have a weak stomach, any issues with maggots or parasites, or issues with contamination, turn back now. The linked site has a bunch of maggots as the cover image.

The actual story also contains scat and piss kink.

I'm even putting this under a read more since I recognize this is not quite like my usual content.

In short:

When I googled this what I found was Blowfly Girl's Maggot Story.

This story is what I would classify as, perhaps, grotesque erotica. It is written, whether truthfully or not, by someone who is aware that it is "gross", they are slightly repulsed by it, and in that repulsion they find some sort of sexual gratification.

I'm truly amazed I've never come across this before.

We could talk all day about whether this story is true or not, or about the safety of doing things like this, but I'll leave that to you to work out yourself.

In this story a girl shoves rotting meat covered in maggots into her pussy while in a dumpster.

There's a really strange dichotomy occurring where Blowfly Girl is deeply repulsed by what she is doing, but she is also deeply aroused. I do feel some kinship to her. Sometimes, for me, repulsion or terror and arousal are very closely married ideas. I think, really, sometimes our strong emotions can warp into arousal. It's similar, in principle, to when you're so upset that you just start laughing.

A few quotes from this are deeply evocative to me though and I'd like to highlight them here.

- "Holding myself up against the side of the dumpster, I threw up. Ever vomited while you were horny? It's weird." - "I felt so filthy, so disgusting, like I'd turned myself into some low, depraved sort of beast. And that made me so incredibly hot" - "that I'd stuffed the most intimate part of myself with these things that were too disgusting to even touch without gloves. And that I was totally getting off on it." -"Other girls have babies but I give birth to decay and filth"

I will admit. As I read it grew on me a little. I really do see where she's coming from.

There's a point where she's seemingly in an altered state, feverish and sick and delirious, and completely consumed by the rot inside of her and the arousal.

I do think, objectively, this story is erotic. It did make some awful excitement twist in my chest. Her desperation to have them inside of her, the degradation she feels while also feeling a deep fondness for her maggots. There is something appealing about loving the parasite inside of you.

However, I do have some issues with things that get too close to gross-out content. This threads the line so hard, I'm genuinely torn.

I'll give it a 5/10 because the mixed feelings I have on it are a little confusing.

Either way, I hope Blowfly Girl is living her best life, I hope she's being safe and I hope she's still living her truth out there.

[nczaversnick]

I want in on this. One art that everyone dies

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Start betting art and poem commissions on if certain characters survive, or your favorite pair gets together, or literally anything else. Bring a little risk into your life!

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

um, maggots?

Found this in the Good Omens book. I'm actually not sure what to say. I just thought it sounded like mascot so I started using it for you, back when I was adopted by this fandom. It's become a pretty well-known thing, you all answer to it (why). But now I fear that I predicted Lore.

Can someone please ask @neil-gaiman what this means because I'm frankly terrified of unleashing the answer, and I follow Aziraphale's logic of if he doesn't do something directly, then the blood is not on his 'perfectly manicured hands'. So uh heheh I'm not going to ask *backs away looking shifty* who's going to volunteer?

If you Fall for asking the question, I would like to release liability for it.

[spotforme]

inspiration struck in the middle of the night, as it tends to do, so you get a Rimmer edit

is it coherent? i hope so, but the judgement will be cast in the morning, it's definedly one of my more bleak Rimmer feels, but i like it for now

[thcrealheroes]

/I/'m sobbing for everyone who says I'm a little bit intimidating. Don't be. I get bullied by my 3 and 2 year old. also I'm afraid of grasshoppers, like if they jump at me I get anxiety. and also one time on a rainy day when I was throwing trash out I thought the trash had rice on it, and was like oh wow these are some thick ass rice, so when I went to open the lid and accidentally touched the 'rice' I came to realize it was fucking maggots. so I screamed and died a little on the inside.

[icarrymany]

having an autism freakout over skully rn (positive)

[mdq]

im here because you want me to be

[maxiwaxipads]

babbling about potential fragaria memories worldbuilding (of course, it is made up <3)

Essentially, the concept of a “castle” is a kingdom’s lifeblood and creates the entire kingdom in the first place. It originates from the “Lord” who creates the castle and shares both a physical and mental connection to the Lord.

(The castle creates the castle itself and is a literal and symbolic heart of the kingdom) (Potentially creates the walls that protect/surround the kingdom, and might have the power to erect entire buildings) (Technically, a castle can expand its borders but expending too much power might strain the lord who creates the castle(?)) (Can only create buildings within the boundary of the walls)

(I like the idea that SEEDs are naturally attracted to castles because of the high density of magic surrounding these areas(?)) But also because the existence of a lord is essential to the kingdoms since they’re highly exalted and revered, taking them down would mean taking down the whole kingdom.

If the lord is damaged in any way, the castle itself will be vulnerable to attacks depending on the severity.

Relying on the idea that magic doesn’t come naturally to faeries (or whatever the people in fragaria are), I describe it as more “communal” if that makes sense? Castles provide unlimited magic to all citizens for public and daily use. Everyone has access to magic but is limited if too many are using magic at the same time. Communal magic can only be used within the bounds of the kingdom.

Using communal magic in an attempt to harm the castle is possible, but barely damages the castle. I imagine foreign magic or attacks by SEEDs are the only ways of directly harming the castle without attacking the Lord themselves(?)

Maybe the idea of “communal magic” can only be used through special wands(?)

If a castle undergoes damage, it can heal but requires the concentration of the lord to perform the healing.

Alternatively, everyone can use magic but has a limited use of it per month. The wand thing still applies. (Perhaps you can buy extra chargers for magic, but maybe it is a bit costly(?)) (Technically you can probably hoard magic, but maybe a heavy tax is placed to prevent people from hoarding magic(?)) (<- I kinda forgot, but I remember the initial idea was that hoarding magic is bad since it is considered a precious source and it would be preferred if it can be used for more important and practical matters rather than being stored and saved up(?))

Technically “communal magic” comes from the lord but are still vulnerable to others using their power against them(?)

(i like the idea of castles being a physical and mental representation of the lord) 

(something similar to brainless witch but less depressing) (…or would it be just as depressing?)

(creating a castle doesn’t require a constant maintenance of power, but for things like “communal magic,” it does)

(i like to think of castles as an extension of the lords)

Knights of Fragaria require a lot of power to form contracts and may deplete the kingdom’s defenses. They’re considered great assets for their loyalty and ability to act around as they please. Unlike normal faeries, they’ve been granted the ability to use magic as they please and more capable than the average faerie. It can be risky to have two knights of fragaria since it may endanger the defenses of the kingdom.

(Maybe Knights of Fragaria have an intrinsic connection to their lords and the castle themselves(?)) 

(I find it more instinctive rather than all-knowing(?))

A SEED that takes over a castle will absorb immense magic power for their own and may become unstoppable. Their abilities are heighten but are bound within the castle until it stops possession for whatever reason. A SEED possessing a castle may also strengthen SEEDs within the vicinity and birth new SEEDs. (Maybe they drain the castle themselves until it disappears for good(?))

“Purification” is the magical defeat against a SEED.

“Banishment” is the physical defeat against a SEED.

Music is something culturally significant in the world of Fragaria, especially during the SEEDs crisis. I might not explain this idea well, but imagine playing songs and trying to soothe a loved one while trying to remove the SEED from them? Even melancholic music being used to attract SEEDs.

Imagine singing being an important song to a loved one, hoping they turn back to normal? or maybe this is just me trying to make the fragaria memories music videos have lore significance aha 

Maybe I haven’t seen a lot of others write about lore, but have you ever thought about the implications of forgetting someone because of a SEED? 

Imagine looking at old photos, but suddenly recognizing someone you once knew as a stranger? Imagine having decorated rooms meant for someone, but not remembering who these rooms are for? Imagine finding old letters and notes you’ve lovingly written to others or have been written to, but not knowing the context or the people behind these letters.

Imagine someone sacrificing themselves under the brave act of protecting people from SEEDs but only to be forgotten.

What is the pain of wanting to desperately remember someone? Do you even want to remember anyway? Should we forget the people we can’t even remember? Maybe there are memorials or murals that honor these people, how would kingdoms honor those who are forgotten?

Maybe they don’t in the first place? Who knows?

But I’m more curious about the nature of SEEDs themselves? Are they a species that is controlled or are they animalistic and feed off a person’s negative energy for survival?

Do SEEDs have some level of intelligence? If they do, I imagine it isn’t too comparable to a human’s. I feel like it’s similar to the demons in Frieren in the Funeral(?)

In my opinion, I think SEEDs can discern if emotions are “negative” but are unable to truly understand the essence of negative emotions. They see it as a source of food. I mentioned melancholic music as bait for SEEDs, but I wonder about the idea of "manufactured negativity," if that makes sense? Imagine the sounds of crying children being used to attract SEEDs themselves. Imagine trying to purposefully invoke the saddest moments in life just to see if you can use that negative energy to attract a SEED?

I find it more meaningful that SEEDs have always existed as a consequence of the world. In Twisted Wonderland, using magic produces a pollution known as blot. But if Fragaria Memories was once a world that relied on magic but never thought of the consequences of producing its own blot?

So basically: "SEEDs are the consequence of using magic."

what if SEEDs is like the original sin if you get me...?

What was the world like before the arrival of the Strawberry King? Before the idea of lords and their kingdoms existed?

[worm-wood-dawning]

Agh

[dispotatorulzz]

Due to the general situation of "things just kinda happen around/to me" I'd be absolutely cooked if the tma entities existed here

[monster-noises]

Sometimes you have to get it out via direct uninterrupted stream of conciousness so ifnyou want to read that go ahead I guess

When you read a twitter thread about something that then makes you Uncontrollably Afraid about it being Hot Out so you seek to find soemthing to replace the air conditioner you have but don't want to use cause it Sucks and doesn't really do much for the area of your apartment you spend the most time or really anywhere except your livingroom so you haven't used it in Two Years so who knows what state it's in... And you find a Cool Fan that looks like it will solve All your problem and put your paranoid weasel brain at ease but when you get your hands on it you apparently misinterpreted what ~evaporative cooling~ meant and it's not. A Dehumidifier it uses cold water to Humidify which is Exactly The Thing You're Freaking Out About and it's still a much better fan than what you had before so you aren't going to return it or anything but now it won't ~Save You~ and you have to contemplate dragging the AC out again to try it because it really Is the only thing that would ease your mind but you Really don't want it to dump water all over your carpet again.. but you'd have to drag it out anyway because you were going to sell it once you had this Great New Fan and, again, it sat doemant for two years so you Gotta make sure it still works, but if you swallow your stubborness and the AC actually works better when you're not faffing about with pumps and water dumping everywhere then you don't know what you'll do because you don't have room to store Both Devices and you Just bought the fan and your mom drove half an hour straight from work to help you get the damn thing home and she'll see if you post it on FB market place and that feels. Bad. And then your buildings elevator is going out for the whole summer basically in like two days so you Really don't want to try and lug Either device down the stairs to give it to someone from the Internet. Which Does give you amply time to test both of them for effectiveness but like... And you're still pretty sure the big fan is still better for you and your whole Situation in terms of Mental Strain and You're pretty sure the thing you're afraid of isn't (yet) a concern for your reigon Anyways but if it turns out like Next Year that changes and you gotta start being Mondo Concerned and you don't have the 800 device that you need to Not Die because you Sold It for a fan that Makes the Problem Worse, what the Hell Fuck then are you gunna do??? Die, Probably!!!!!!!! -screaming and screaming and screaming forever-

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Disappointment the Main Maggot

Assorted gentlefolk, may I first introduce to you, @good-usernames-were-taken, the chaotic and iconic maggot Valerie. She is currently enabling me in various endeavours of brainrot, which will be revealed shortly.

But before that, this maggot had the great pleasure of participating in an actual maggot race during a biology practical class. And I absolutely have to share the tale with you because, with all due respect, what the fuck. I am writing this post listening to Katy Perry's Dark Horse on loop which I think is very sexy of me. Now gird your loins because it's story time.

A week or so ago, Valerie walked into her biology practical class. It was a day like any other. She did not know her life would be changed until she spotted a tray of live maggots that had not been there the week before.

It turned out that their assignment that class was to change the conditions that the maggots were in, and see how it affected them physically. But how would the students test it?

They decided on a maggot race. Each of them selected a maggot to represent them.

Valerie was thinking strategically. She picked a promising maggot, and to quote her, "I selected a really ugly one and it was really fat and I thought that would give it the upper hand, cause it would block its opponents from the race course."

Maggot-shaming aside, Valerie had full faith in her maggot. So much so that she bet 20 pence on 'this thing'.

The time for the race drew near, and then it had begun, and all the maggots started to move. EXCEPT HERS.

What followed next is best explained in Valerie's own, traumatised, words:

"This fat creature just sat there, looking at me. The emotions running through my head were just... I was so disappointed. Five minute passed. Nothing. The little shit was just staring at me.

And then it does something.

It starts to move.

It moves backwards.

IT MOVES AWAY FROM THE FINISH. MY FAT MAGGOT LANDED LAST. LAST PLACE.

So I called it Disappointment."

Now, maggots of mine, you know I love you all. I do. But we all have to agree that Disappointment is absolute the Maggot. The Main Fucking Event. A generational icon, acting in defiance of science and logic, a true representative of the human condition.

Please find below a sketch of Disappointment the Main Maggot by Valerie, to be hung in the Maggot Hall of Shame.

For the unaware, maggots actually do not have faces. This is an entirely accurate sketch. Thank you Valerie, and Disappointment.

Now I've been informed that I now need to be aware that I have a lot of people reading my content, and act accordingly. So I'm going to add morals to the story!

Remember: Disappointment the Main Maggot says no to following the crowd. It says a fuck you to hustle culture. It holds up a metaphorical middle finger to the System. Disappointment the Main Maggot is out there living its best fat maggot life. It did not care that it was a prime contender with a bodily advantage and there were monetary stakes involved.

Disappointment is Slaying. Be like Disappointment. I'm the Good Omens Mascot. Disappointment is the Maggot Mascot.

We will end this story time with a bit of poetry by Valerie, a haiku, in fact:

Oh Disappointment I put all my faith in you Fat ugly maggot.

[grelleswife]

*sighs wearily* I can’t believe I’m making one of these posts yet again, but it appears I need to remind folks for the umpteenth time that this blog is a hostile environment for proshippers.

I do not want you following me.

I do not want you reblogging my posts.

I do not want you to interact with me in any way.

What I do want is for my damn boundaries to be respected.

[exlium]

you’re genuinely the moot who seems normal but is like secretly a huge weirdo. never change

okay give it to me straight. which post was it

[brookiidookiii]

clearly my valentines day jock fic was not completed by then buttttttt i am about halfway thru now after rewriting the same scene 8 times

[citraforever]

this is like a real life episode