#corpses tw

[sayruq]

Over 400 people have been found in mass graves in Al Shifa Hospital and Nasser Hospital so far

[chizue-witchery]

⚜️. *. ⋆ Fandom: EPIC: The Musical

⚜️. *. ⋆ Rating: Teens And Up Audiences

⚜️. *. ⋆ Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

⚜️. *. ⋆ Pairing/s: Odysseus & Odysseus' Crew

⚜️. *. ⋆ Character/s: Odysseus, Circe (mentioned), Poseidon (mentioned), Odysseus' Crew (mentioned), Athena (mentioned)

⚜️. *. ⋆ Summary: When Odysseus closes his eyes, all he can hear are the screams of the men who died.

He hears their sorrow and fury while outstretching their hands towards him.

⚜️. *. ⋆ Word Count: 1,033

⚜️. *. ⋆ Tags/Warnings: Pre-Underworld Saga, Past Character Death, Nightmares, Graphic Description of Corpses, Hurt No Comfort, Angst

⚜️. *. ⋆ Prompts/Squares Filled: Nightmares || @whumptober 2024 Day 26

Whumptober 2024 Masterlist

AO3

Odysseus lies awake in bed at night, thoughts filled with his encounter with Circe and his earlier encounter with Poseidon. He tries to close his eyes to get a good rest after over nine days of keeping himself awake so the windbag wouldn't be opened. He tries not to think of how he failed, his weary eyes too tired to open. He dreamt of seeing Penelope and Telemachus but never being able to reach them and hold them close to him.

But every time he closes his eyes, all he can hear are screams.

Screams of 'Captain!' as they get drowned by Poseidon or smashed by the Cyclops club. He watched as more of his men died under his command, while he was unable to do anything to stop it from happening. From six hundred men to forty-three men left in the span of a few months or years — he can't seem to remember how long they have been traveling on the seas. Polites was the one who kept track of the date, but they lost track of it when he passed away.

In his nightmares, he would be standing before Athena while five hundred fifty-seven of his men were behind the goddess of wisdom. Polites would be the more prominent one, standing beside Athena while holding the infant in his arms that Odysseus threw off the wall because of a prophecy Zeus had told him.

Athena would stare him down while never saying a word. Her eyes are blank of pupils but glowing brightly, like the other gods he has encountered. She is not in the form he sees when he just wants to spend time with her. He sees the goddess of wisdom with the same expression on her face when they argue while on Quick Thought. He doesn't see a friend, but a mentor, who was disappointed by the choices he made. He sees a goddess who is disappointed that he is not the warrior of the mind she made him to be.

His men would reach out to him, hands outstretched, while their expressions were full of sorrow and fury. They are the corpses of his men, their bodies dripping with blood. Some of the men have their bodies mangled and torn, their organs barely falling off their bodies. Others have their head crushed or part of it missing, exposing the brains, and missing body parts due to the Cyclops club. Bone sticking out of the skin, while the body part is twisted beyond imaginable. The drowned men were dripping wet, their bodies wrinkled and bloated. Their skin is in a sickly blueish-grey color, the veins more evident due to how pale the body is. Some of them are pierced with the wood from the ship. 

Their screams would always reach his ears, and echo in his eardrums. They do nothing but scream at him, repeating 'Captain! Captain!' are unceasing. Sometimes they would say 'Why did you let the Cyclops kill us?' or 'Why didn't you kill the Cyclops, Captain? We could have gotten home if you did.' They say it with sorrow and fury, tears streaming down their face.

They would grab him by the arm and be dragged towards them. Their ghostly hands were all over his body and dragged him under and under until his body burned and burned. It burns him; it hurts him.

And this pain is excruciating.

It's more pain than he had ever felt in his entire life.

He drowns in this pain and he screams louder than he ever has, his throat hurting as he strains it.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts—

His eyes fly open, a cut-off scream escaping his lips as he sits up from the bed while sweat drips on his forehead. He is breathing heavily while feeling his throat close up.

Odysseus looks around in a daze at an unfamiliar room, wondering where he is until remembers that Circe let him and his men stay at her palace for a day or two when she notices his haggard appearance and looks as though he is about to pass out at any moment. She had told him to rest even though he had protested he was fine. His protests did not work. Not when he almost fell to the floor after a step or two.

A sigh escapes from him while running a hand through his hair. He looks outside and presses his lips into a thin line when he notices it's still dark outside. Although he could already see the sun beginning to rise from a distance.

He knows he only got a few hours of sleep. It's not enough to recover the hours of sleep he lost while trying to keep the windbag closed, but he knows it's enough for him to not be dead on his feet when he and his crew visit the underworld to look for the prophet who can help them get back home.

He does not get off the bed to prepare yet. He is still too tired, too exhausted to get his body to move. His mind is too tired to think this early. His body still feels sluggish, slower than he'd like when he moves. It is unbecoming of him to be this slow when he fought in a war that lasted for a decade.

He looks down at his hands visibly shaking. He wonders whether it's from the lack of sleep he got or the nightmare he had. He shakily exhales while grabbing the blankets on top of him and moves them away. Odysseus moves slowly to the side, letting his feet touch the cold floor. His hands are now holding the mattress and he uses it to push himself up.

His body feels heavy, weighing in the exhaustion from everything that has happened so far. He fears he won't be able to come back home to his family if Poseidon continues to go after them and hopes the prophet will help him return home.

If the prophet won't be able to give him answers, he'll try harder to go back home. He'll do anything to go back home to see Penelope and Telemachus again.

Thinking about them gives him a small burst of energy, just barely enough to keep him going for the rest of the time before they set sail.

Odysseus starts preparing for the journey to the underworld, both mentally and physically. Seeing the ghosts of their previous crew will haunt his remaining crew and he needs to be the strong one for them to get through it all. He is the Captain and their King, after all.

He breathes deeply, a repeating motion of inhaling and exhaling to calm himself before leaving the room to meet up with Circe.

A/N: not related to the fanfic at all, but my glasses broke while i was pre-writing this—

anyways sdjfj here is my entry for whumptober 2024 day 26! i struggled writing this because i debated whether this should take place when odyseeus is already reunited with penelope and telemachus or before The Underworld song, but i realized i didn't know how to write penelope so i chose the second one.

to any EPIC: The Musical fans reading this, hi!! this is my second time writing for this fandom and i would appreciate if you also read my previous whumptober 2024 entry (day 25) since it's also an EPIC: The Musical fanfic. that one however takes place when odysseus is still stuck at calypso's island. it's kinda dark so be warned and read the beginning notes to check the warnings that contain in the fic before continuing reading it.

this is unfortunately my last whumptober entry that is pre-written before october. i'll still try my best to write all whumptober 2024 entries, but no promises! btw, sorry this took a while to come out. i was working on writing a theoretical framework for my research proposal and i also had to take physical therapy lmao

[closedrop]

Spoilers for DQ AoD

TW for mild gore, blood and corpses

Hey guys, you’ll never guess who just watched a certain episode

[strawberrylabs]

Whumptober day 4 with Beidou!

Prompt: "I can see the danger, it's written there in your eyes."

Whumptober masterlist

Summary: Sometimes Beidou worries about the jobs you go on as an agent of the Tianquan.

Warnings: death and corpses

Life as one of the Tianquan’s agents was never easy.

You knew this when you accepted the position.

Your lover Beidou also knew this.

When Ningguang offered you the job, you and the pirate had a discussion about what it would mean for the two of you.

Considering Beidou also works closely with Ningguang, you decided it would be fine. Ningguang agreed to make as many of your assignments place you wherever Beidou would be, while Yelan handled the other jobs.

It worked out great- You and Beidou got to stay together and work together for Liyue’s most powerful figure, and you both got great pay, plus you got to keep the best job you’ve ever had.

However, despite often working jobs that Beidou could help with, being a secret operative for the Tinquan would always have its risks.

Occasionally, you’d receive a confidential mission from Ningguang. Ones you can’t tell Beidou about. 

Beidou knows this, and she’s usually fine with letting you go for a few weeks to handle whatever needs to be handled.

Unless the job poses considerable concern for your wellbeing. Which was almost all of them.

After a few too many missions resulting with new scars adorning your body, Beidou started insisting she came with you to complete your missions.

You know she can’t go with you. She knows too.

But she can’t stand the days waiting for your return, wondering if you’ll come back at all, not even knowing where to search for your corpse should it come to it. 

She knows she can’t go with you, but every time she asks all the same.

Now, you’ve resorted to not telling her about missions. 

It hurts, and you feel guilty, but it’s the only way to fulfil your mission on time without Beidou relentlessly asking to go with you.

That brings us to now…

You had been given what you would call your most dangerous mission yet. 

You were preparing to leave immediately, leaving a note for Beidou informing her of your departure and an estimated time for your return.

You didn’t manage to get very far before your lover in question stopped you.

"Leaving for another mission just like that darling? Not even a goodbye?"

You stay facing away from her.

"Is it dangerous?"

You don't answer her.

"Is it more dangerous than others?"

You don't answer again.

A silence that seems to stretch on for hours fills the air.

She grabs you and turns you around to face her, looking you in the eyes.

"I can see the danger, it's written there in your eyes."

Before you can open your mouth to speak, she continues

"There's something different about this mission isn't there? It's going to be even more perilous than the last. Please love, you have to let me go with you."

Her eyes plead with you as her grip on your shoulders tighten.

"Beidou... you know you can't. Ningguang can't this information to be known-."

"I don't give a damn!"

You mouth falls agape. You had never heard Beidou even remotely disagree with Ningguang.

"I couldn't care less if Ningguang sends an army to kill me, I'll do anything to protect the person I love dammit!"

You think you see tears forming in the corner of Beidou's eye, but you look away before you see them fall.

".. I'm sorry Beidou."

You walk out the door, ignoring Beidou's calls.

"Please!" You she ran to you and grabbed your elbow, pulling her into you.

You could feel her desperation seeping into your bones.

"Even if you go I'll follow you!"

You let out a dry chuckle at that. You both know damn well she wouldn't be able to.

You were a trained agent who's skill set was designed for stealth opperations. She wouldn't be able to follow you.

She's just trying to comfort herself.

And maybe you too.

"Again... I'm sorry Beidou.. I love you."

You shake her off and this time she doesn't go after you.

By the time she's out of her melancholic gaze, you're too far away to hear her whisper.

"I love you too..."

You'll never get to know how much she regrets not telling you when you could hear.

She carried that regret with her for months...

She kept telling herself she'll tell you the second she sees you again.

Even after 7 months...

8 months...

12 months....

it was 15 months before Beidou saw you again.

"I love you."

You never got to hear her say it.

But hey, at least your remains did...

note: I didn't mean for that ending to be so macabre... sorry guys</3

[pluckyingenue]

((Demons: show up to cause chaos and steal some souls mayhaps

Aria!Rosalie:

Demons: ...-backing away slowly as not to attract attention-

[fatefought]

@seasaltsurvivor sent: .BED :  for both muses to wake in the same bed, naked or fully clothed. (Finn + Annie)

annie cresta is squirming, trying in earnest to inch her way out of hands that might as well be talons digging into her skin. there's no use ! as they drag her along with them, she's unsure of where the faceless are taking her. yelps and pleas are disregarded with ease. water floods her eyes as tears beg to flow. they do not care ; why are they doing this ?

she's discarded carelessly on a cold concrete floor. moments pass by as she tries to collect herself. is it seconds ? minutes ? hours ? before she finally lifts a heavy head from the ground. she's been here before. the white walls glare at her. once overbearing and overstimulating on the eyes, they are now stained in the ichor of loved ones' past. dear god - they haven't cleaned it. her movement is stiff as she hesitantly looks to the right. and there's reason.

bodies are stacked, directly disrespecting the recently deceased. only two, but rose and fletcher being slain leaves a deep hole in her chest. one where air painfully seeps through, yet none goes to her lungs. she's a doe who is frozen, other than the way her limbs wrap around each other. maybe they'll show her mercy and end her misery ; but that is still no reprieve as her son's fate would be unknown - what will they do ? they've repeatedly threatened cecelia with her boy after all.

metal clangs and she knows the heavy door is being unlocked. in a hurry, she gets up on bambi legs. once fast, she's now disheveled. it's the result of psychological torment combined with the physical as well as weaponizing hunger. more faceless show, except for one being that isn't. finnick - as handsome as she remembers him. it doesn't make sense. she's heard the screams from thirteen ; thea has unfortunately confirmed it.

at first glance, he looks okay ! but it's thought too soon as the apparency of cuffs creep up. annie tries to reach for him. either he's real and the two of them might be at the end of the rope together, or he'll evaporate away. she's unsure which is the better option. if it is the latter, does that mean finnick is truly gone ? regardless, skin does not graze skin as she is thrust against the wall. red hot pain does not stop her from yelling. and she herself isn't sure if it's a scream of her lover's name or a wail in general. but their weapons are raised - and they're pointed at the man she loves. and !

annie's upper portion raises in haste. sweat coats her, making the coldness of thirteen even more unbearable. chest rises and falls as adrenaline rattles her veins. eyes take a moment to adjust to the darkness of the sleeping quarters. caspian's quiet, sleepy coos pitter patter in the atmosphere. he's fast asleep in his crib. and thankfully, her fiance is beside her.

was she restless in her slumber ? had she woke up screaming ? cresta cannot honestly say. when the panic subdues - as much as it feasibly can - cheeks become warm. embarrassment overtakes her. the thought of disrupting her little family's sleep disheartens her. her beloved already has such a difficulty with his to begin with. she doesn't have it in her to search out his beautiful face, but they are no longer embraced like how they were before unconsciousness took them.

arms gently wrap around a frame they've become so familiar with. there's no worry about the realness of this finnick odair ; he will not drift away. there's no fretting of that. though he's lost the scent of sea salt in the breeze for the standard wash of thirteen and worry has eaten away at him in many ways, this is her finnick. she could never not recognize him, nor would he ever her.

the intended carefulness comes at the hope that maybe he's still at rest. annie blinks away the starry tears. she focuses on his breathing ; she tries desperately to match like they're one. " i'm sorry, " comes in a meek, pitiful whisper. it's an apology for two. one, if he's been startled awake ; two, that her mind could so vividly picture such violence against the man she loves. nevertheless, here's to hoping he remains sound and fast asleep.

[illwilledomen]

Hostile and Neutral Overworld creatures, excluding subsurface organisms and testificates (villagers, illagers, witches).

[charlie-artlie]

I think the death weirdos should hang out

[lunian]

made a couple of posts about Astarion being hilarious gremlin but never made a collection of Gale's silly talks?? I should've fixed it

[helreginn]

"I...." She quirked her head to the side slightly, brows pulled down into a perplexed expression. She meant to say she wasn't lying. That his soul was laid bare for her eyes to witness. But she sensed that knowledge would only disquiet him so instead she shifted her expression into a grin and playfully remarked, "Must I be a liar? Can I not simply be dramatic and metaphoric?"

Hel listened to the name and repeated it with a peculiar softness. "What a lovely name." She liked names. Liked the meaning and the reverence of them. And the power.

"Speak for yourself, Felscythe. I'm so much a native, my body was pulled from it's dirt." She giggled to herself. There was.. a lot more to it than that but she felt like she had that point over him at least. Her laughter only continued as she watched the animated corpses amble back to their holes. Not at them, per se. But she did find his pointed remark funny. As if they weren't both aware he did not need a shovel.

"Not what I meant but alright." Hel snorted amusedly and rolled her eyes. She made no attempt to help. Didn't even hand back the shovel. He was right. These were not the dead she rose. And she was of no obligation to lay them down either.

Her expression pulled downward as he continued to discourage her from a visit, "If I am to apologise to Lady Tyleinth Amaryllis Felscythe, I really ought to do it in person, though. Anyone can write a letter. Only someone who means their words can look their aggrieved in the face while they say them."

Hel waved at him, using his own shovel and with a wide smile on her pallid face. "Nice to have seen you too."

"You're a Goddess of Death, not deception Hel. You cannot see into the heart of me." He said with such conviction as to practically be faith. "I'm many things, but I have never been lacking, not of luster, and certainly never in vigor." He said with a too wide grin. "The apology is owed to Lady Tyleinth Amaryllis Felscythe." The words of her name said with a musical lilt, like the opening notes of a song, or a hymn. "But while I don't think many places can stop you getting there, it would really be bad to have a cosmic entity just...show up in Silvermoon." He said as he came to focus upon the vessel of annoyance that was her claimed jar. "Especially one that isn't actually native to Azeroth." He said as he retucked it under his arms. He gestured with his soon free hand to the undead that waited along the edge of the graveyard, and they slowly started to shamble back towards their unnaturally opened graves. "I'd help get you all back to rest, but someone stole my shovel." He said as three of them came to pluck cast iron rods out of the corners of the yard proper on their way back. They must have been set in before he'd ever even started to dig and unintentionally 'called' upon her. Not that it would have helped, but it did explain how he managed to keep such an erratic impromptu ritual running on discord and necromancy. The undead having to pull the dirt back into their own graves. "I don't call upon you with a dig Hel. No archeologist does, you presume too much falls in your domain, maybe youre overworked in your realm. If anything I'm probably pissing off some God of Funereally Rites I've yet to meet." He said as he made sure the dead were accounted for. It didn't help that it looked like the graveyard had had a backhoe tear up in yard in a rave afterwards, but it beat leaving open graves and disquiet dead. "Maybe you could just, send a letter?" He offered unhelpfully as a portal opened behind him, it must have been a well worn leyline, as a bustling cosmopolitan city was just beyond the rip in reality. Likely the 'Dalaran' he mentioned he was dropping off her jar. After a moments pause he added. "Ok, well...see you...when I see you I guess?" He said with apprehension. "I don't know if I like this casualness with you." To which he just took the portal and left.

@helreginn

[sayruq]

[rosenkranz-does-things]

I honestly don't know if he deserves any of this. Not with everything he's done. But no matter how it starts, no matter how it all turns out for us - it can still end with love. Can't it?

It can end with love, and it can end with kindness. Even as the jaws are closing.

[lazylittledragon]

it’s being normal about dad gale hours again

[suiana]

(yandere! corpse husband x gn! reader) (slight yan! male best friend too)

"and today, we are gathered to send off the late mr-"

you stand by his coffin, sobbing pathetically as your male best friend pats your back reassuringly. just a few days ago, your husband unfortunately died after you sat on his face. you hadn't wanted to! but how could you say no to him after he begged so cutely?

doctors said he died a pleasurable death, i mean, you could see it from his face when he died. and the fact that he exploded everywhere and it was all over his pants.

but you wish he hadn't died. you really loved him. you did. even if he was... slightly weird.

"he was my everything! now i don't even have his dick anymore! what am i supposed to do?!"

"hey hey... it's alright. let it all out..."

your best friend mutters, rubbing your shoulder as you sob into his chest. his hands run across the fabric of your shirt, tenderly reassuring you. if you pulled away a bit, you'd probably be able to see the way he had a smirk on his face.

"he'd probably want you to move on anyway... be happy with someone else."

"um, excuse me bro? what are you doing telling my spouse to move on?"

all goes quiet as your supposedly dead husband sits up, eyebrows furrowed as he glares directly at your best friend.

"like actually, I'd want them to be stuck on me until the day their physical flesh body dies so we can be together for eternity. we'd intertwine our star dust and merge our ascended souls into one so we'd never be apart again and-"

he rambles slightly, gritting his teeth as he continues to glare at your male best friend. you pull away from him immediately, standing still as you face your now... reanimated husband?

"honey? you're alive?"

your husband turns his gaze to you, soulless eyes now full of life as he tries clambering out of his casket. the funeral attendees all scream in horror at the sight, a fiasco taking place as your corpse husband approaches you with slowed movements.

"babe..? oh my love! come here! ah... you should sit on my face again- I don't think i can die again anyway..."

he coos at you, hands trying to grab at you as you make calculated movements to approach him. damn the embalmer did a good job... you're sure you'd be screaming too if there wasn't an embalmer.

"ah... i love you so much... i love you, really. you'd never move on from me right? you love me and only me. don't listen to that asshole over there. I'll fucking haunt your soul if you tried leaving me."

your dead(?) husband mutters, hugging you tightly against his chest. you feel his fingers dig into your skin, gripping you so tightly as though he were trying to tear into your skin.

"o-oi you're holding me too hard-"

"ah, apologies my dear."

he mutters, reluctantly releasing his grip before his hands trail over your frame before landing on your cheeks. you shiver slightly, the cold hands cupping your face before you grimace as he opens his mouth right in your face again.

"i love you so much, let's kiss-"

"ugh, your breath stinks."

"oh... sorry..."

he shoves a mint in his mouth, slowly chewing before choking and collapsing on the ground, unmoving.

...

did you just witness your husband die again?

[jojotier]

I hope my job gets another mummy or mummy adjacent exhibit.... I loved hanging out with those guys

[rocketbirdie]

heavy soul