#UNDEATH

[whereserpentswalk]

Your girlfriend came back from the dead "wrong", or at least that's what everyone says. She died quickly and slowly, far too young, and for a reason that would not have happened if the world was a better place. You were both going to the same college, she was majoring in film studies while you were majoring in necromancy, you lived in the same apartment together for so long. When you chose to bring her back you had to deal with faeries, and gods few people dare to pray to, but you got her back. Not because you deserved to have her but because she deserved to live.

She isn't what she used to be. Her face looks plasticish and embalmed, and because you didn't have that much skin to work with she's permanently sown into her clothing, that fancy outfit that was always her favorite. You didn't know it at the time but the spell gave her sharp teeth, and black eyes, and a desire for raw meat. It's not the body you would have given her if you had better ways of working. But your happy she's here. Your happy she's alive.

She's considered to have been revived wrong. You don't see it that way, the spells worked as well as they did. She's considered low functioning undead, creatures that are almost always thought of as entirely inhuman. She's considered a failure because she's not able to function like a human would, she doesn't move like a human, can't go out during daylight, acts erratically, is afraid a lot of the time. She's considered a failure because she can't work or go to school like she used to, even though she's alive that's not enough for most people. People are afraid she'll start going out at night and start attacking people on your block, she won't, even she's afraid of that but she doesn't need you to control her, she just has some very scary thoughts and abilities.

People sometimes say she's your experiment, or your pet, or like your daughter. She's not, she's still your girlfriend, you still love her and want to be with her. You comfort her when she's scared. You sing to her, and tell her about your day when you get home, and sit on the couch watching movies with her. You hold her to keep her warm because of how much having a cold body seems to upset her, and she'll push her face into your breasts, and touch you in ways someone touches their girlfriend.

Her parents act like she's fully gone. Calling her a mockery of her old self. Some higher functioning undead that you know have even called her an insult. And even a lot of people you know are so focused on the idea of her getting better. But you don't love her so that she can get better, you love her because it is a gift to love her, whatever form she may take.

[dungeonsanddragonsfifthedition]

my book is coming out on august 20!!!

ethical necromancy is a collection of 7 short pieces of speculative fiction, all of which are about grief and loss. here's the proper summary:

A reanimated corpse finds herself longing to return to the grave. The ghost that haunts a house is forced into flesh. A young girl becomes obsessed with the cadavers that appear in the woods near her home. In Ethical Necromancy, the debut story collection from Bee Hyland, she explores the ramifications of a life after death. Playing with literary form and interrogating the grotesque, these seven stories seek to amplify the voices of the undead among us.

i struggle with self-promotion, so i'll just say this: i think that you, dear reader, will enjoy this collection.

talking points include: loss of autonomy, digging your own grave, the un-undead, lesbian codependency, the inherent horror of dying online, disability theory, and namelessness.

more pre-order links coming soon, but for now, here's your chance to pre-order on kindle.

[epicsfanshitposting]

Does anyone just... feel like odysseus and polites are shippable?

ive been listening to the underworld saga and GODSDAMMIT.

I DONT CARE WHAT HAPPENS I NEED POLITIES OUT OF THERE NOW.

ODYSSEUS. DO YOU HEAR ME. GET. POLITIES. OUT. OF. THERE. NOW.

[white---raven-2]

Necromancer IT guy: Try killing and raising it again

[gravekeeper-anna]

Daily Writing Challenge 2024

November, Day 5 Words: Captive/Skill

@daily-writing-challenge

{ Taking place after Day 2: Deceit/Eternal (Safrona) }

It was a full wonder why the Gravekeeper allowed the demon a place to manifest in the depths of her mausoleum. Why she had let herself be taught the unnervingly familiar patterns of the basic summoning rune, why she had let the demonic heathen speak a word. The demonic teachings Lady Handhour had learned in life had been scraped away from her mind, perhaps torn away even on a spiritual level, and she craved no real return. A desperate woman in her grief had allowed herself to be pulled into the machinations of a cult in those years, allowed herself to be made captive and indoctrinated, and the less she remembered of those wretchedly wrong mistakes made, the better.

In truth, the Gravekeeper harbored a sharp dislike now for the Fel and the demonic by association. It was a force that was messy, mutated chaos bent on disorder, destruction. Even necromancy and death had structure, she thought, had its layered uses. It was a wonder that she did not allow her phantom friends to overwhelm the demon in the already waiting memorial that was the Gravekeeper’s home.

It was a wonder that she did not seek to separate demonic skin from bone, slowly, curious to how it might scream and how long it’s flesh could last until expiration. She did like the decorative potential of a perfectly preserved horned skull, and demon skin and bone might have fetched a good trade in the Apothecary market as an afterthought. In some aching chamber of her betrayed core, she wanted to strip the flesh from other things the demon whore was connected to. Crush her skull to dust, cast the name she had taken to nothingness.

Elernia appeared, a devil’s grin cut across her face. As if she knew from the moment she chose to appear, what the Gravekeeper wanted. The Keeper, saw red. Phantasmal hands struck the succubus in a sudden, vicious slap that echoed a dozen times through each supernatural limb, knocking the feminine figure to the stone floor with a satisfying collision. “I have a thought…” the banshee whispered insidiously, each of her phantasmal hands gripping the writhing demonic body in sections, and with brutal force, began to pull. “Maybe I don’t quite need you. Maybe, I only need your parts.” 

And then, a perfectly shaven skull parted the succubus fingers as she choked, rasped and cried out in pain. Perfectly preserved, the humanoid skull gleamed white on the sallow floor of her mausoleum. Immediately, the Keeper’s phantasmic hands released the demon, and slipped over the skull, bringing it into her ghostly fingers with unconventional gentleness. 

“I…I brought you what you wished, dearest,” the demon rasped out, regaining control of her breaths. She now held one of her overextended arms in the other, but the same devilish grin returned to her lips. “An offering, my Anna. Say hello to one very pathetic Mr. Delacroix, former Acolyte. I rid him of the less needed parts. He buried himself very nicely in Stormwind nobility, feeding off of their needs. And now you can bury him where you like. And I left a little something on the scene that’ll make the city wary about Summoners all over again. Nothing too pointed to our little mistake, but you know. Baby steps.”

“You are unbound, and she suspects nothing?” the Gravekeeper asked skeptically, tracing her pale fingers inside the natural sculpt of the skull’s eyeholes. The skull had been stripped of all skin cleanly, perhaps through acidic values, then lightly glazed to prevent any surface damage. It was a skilled, thoughtful preservation, something akin to what she might have performed to scoured relics when she was alive.

“Oh, I doubt it. I’ve always been good at being convincing. I've given her a little something to distract her. Besides, the little witch is shaken, I’d say even a little more unstable than usual.” The succubus hummed conspiratorially. “It’d be a perfect time to push her just a little more off the edge. Make everyone else in her circles distrust her. Isolation’s always fun.”

“Bring me more offerings,” the Gravekeeper insisted, the sudden flicker of her rage abated as quickly as the wind, now admiring her new skull. “...and tell me a bit about what the little Anomaly has learned to love. Maybe she’ll find she can’t protect them from the grave.”

[probablybadrpgideas]

I've only ever seen setting (In Dark Alleys) correlate insomnia with undeath- an inability to rest translating to an inability to rest in peace- which is odd? It seems a surprisingly logical concept when you think about it, given how often death and sleep are symbolically/mystically connected? Just throwing it out there.

Anyway this is meant to be for bad ideas so Create Undead just involves pouring Monster Energy Drink into the corpse and hoping for the best.

[scourge-lover]

Phantom limbs but for liches. Do you ever think they have the sensation of flesh back on them? They feel hungry or cough and ofc there's nothing but bones.

[wordsandstrangeways]

Drawtober 1: (Un)Dead

Wake up. Your time is not yet done. Flesh is stripped by time and nourishes the crawling things upon the earth but you are not yet laid to rest. Do you not wish to remember the feel of air upon your feathers? Wake up, spread your wings again and take me to the places I may not go alone.

That’s it.

Remember in your bones; in the empty cavity of your chest where a heart once beat; in the hollow chamber of your skull where rested a mind.

Come back to the world.

I will show you how to be.

[onlyhurtforaminute]

[lokiinmediasideblog]

My HC about The Other is that he can control nervous systems in a variety of ways such as:

Pain inducement (This one is CANNON and in the actual movie! Shown to do this to Loki in A1 in that brief scene).

Can force physical actions from those under his control (could force someone to tear out their eyes and such).

Can keep a nervous system alive and kicking regardless of the condition of the corresponding body. Imagine feeling your body going through death and decay because you have not been allowed to die yet!

[ellowynthenotking]

Meet my newest project!

After finishing Undeath on the High Seas (available soon) I went through some of my old UFOs (UnFinished Objects) to find my new focus.

I'm calling it "A Tale of the Knight and the Wizard" which is a bit clunky, but I'm hoping a better name will come to me eventually.

The story follows Til Tanner, an Honored Knight of Sunotoma on a grand quest as he and the Right-Hand Mage of the King, Noan Isle, trie to save the magically Touched children of the kingdom from an unknown threat.

I apparently left the Knight and Wizard nearly finished, so I'll be working on the rewriting for the next little while and maybe I'll even finish it soon!

@bardic-tales Thanks for setting up the Meet and Greet! Hope I can answer some questions soon!

[templeofthev01d]

©️ ᐯ丨丂丨ㄥㄩ乂 - 2024

[formulas-fatal-to-your-mom]

[deepdreamnights]

Corvid Morbidities

When a psychopomp dies, there is little to hold it in the afterlife beyond the honor system and a general trend toward retirement. This rarely has much impact, save when the creature falls to disease. The ghosts of bacteria and the spectres of viruses cling to feathers and fluids alike.

The only thing worse than the bird flu, is being haunted by it's phantasm.

Prompt: an abstract graphic featuring an image of a sloth, in the style of psychedelic overload, portraiture with emotion, daz3d, multi-layered collage, colorful moebius, emotive gestures, psychedelicpunk:: a poster for the horror film the raven, in the style of funk art, blink-and-you-miss-it detail, frenzied action painting, neogeo, spiky mounds, realistic hyper-detail, extremely gendered