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Murder! Murder! Murder!
TRIGGER WARNING: discussions of death, murder, descriptions of corpses, gore and corpse desecration
(This Idea is loosely inspired by @/the-witchhunter's 'Ghost in the Morgue', please go check it out if you like this concept and have not yet read it)
[Other stuff in this AU: World Building]
Corpses au Danny, not just Corpse but Corpses. Every time Danny transforms he drops a new body, Danny honestly has lived with it long enough that it's funny at this point (and also. maybe made him a little weird about his own death and or deaths). This is not the same for Tim, who now has to deal with a potential serial killer.
Tim is looking into a string of strange and suspicious deaths that might point to the appearance of a new rogue, this results in him taking a visit to the morgue as Red Robin, only to meet a potential victim, Daniel Fenton the latest medical examiner for GCPD.
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Tim was the one who had found the first body a week ago. He'd been on patrol when he'd spotted it propped up against a dumpster in an alley. It couldn't have been there longer than an hour, the blood was far too fresh.
Tim had planned to just check out the scene and call it in, but then he actually saw the body. It'd been eviscerated, torso ripped open organs spilling out and its hands had been frozen to the ground- hell the entire body seemed to be coated in a layer of frost.
Tim kept tabs on the investigation, if anything for simple curiosity. Then they'd found the second body. Body frozen to the ground, same victim profile- but the death had been completely different. Slashed throat, face mutilated.
Then there was another, and this time Tim wanted to see it in person. This was either a serial killer or the start of a new rogue, and for Tim to be able to tell he needed to see. He sent word to Gordon, if anything more of a warning. He was greeted by the medical examiner.
Greeted was a strong word.
The medical examiner was... strange. Tim had heard news of him starting work and as far as Tim was aware of he was clean, and an almost boring person. The medical examiner that Tim met was unnerving. Pale, staring almost through him and carried blase attitude to his work.
What was worse is that he reminded so much of a corpse, not just a corpse but the corpse.
Then it struck him.
Fenton could be a target. Fenton could be the focus of the killer's obsession.
He'd have to keep tabs on Fenton, too bad he might be the most reckless Gotham citizen in existence.
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Gotham, admittedly hadn't been Danny's first pick after he finished medical school. Danny had always intended to become a medical examiner, dealing with your own corpses for years would do that do you. 'Finished' was the real problem, Danny had been doing well, great even but then he'd died. Twice. Real unfortunate really, hit and run and then poison, left him with a dry throat for weeks.
His own classmate apparently tried to kill him, which means it would be more than hard to actually finish medical school. That's fine, he had access to Tucker, an actual godsend who was able to make it look like he had all the proper qualifications... as long as you didn't look too hard.
Gotham was apparently pressed for a good medical examiner. All he needed to be was experienced.
Thankfully he had that in spades.
Things frankly only started going down hill last week. He'd made a habit of taking on requests between work, occultist avoided Gotham like the plague leaving him the only voice for the dead. Usually it was pretty easy gig, collect some momentos, help a few ghosts recognize they're dead. Until he'd had to deal with a Wraith.
It didn't go well. Danny was dead set on handling it as a human, appearing as Phantom could cause all matter of chaos. Danny had also not been informed that the claws of a wraith could pierce through human flesh so there's that. Danny was once again evicted from the mortal coil, dropping his own corpse and having to finish the fight off
Danny had planned to deal with his body after gaining his human form back and making sure that the thing could no longer return to the earthly plane. Turns out a bat got there first, turned the place into a crime scene. Just his luck he was beaten bloody enough to be unrecognizable.
His luck continued to go down hill when he was killed, not once, not twice but three times (this of course, wasn't accounting for the times he'd needed to go ghost). He'd gotten good at taking care of his bodies in Gotham at that point, or so he thought, until he was told he had not only a new body on his table and Red Robin waiting to be escorted to his morgue.
Now Danny has to juggle the growing chaos that it they spirits of Gotham while trying to make sure none of his bodies are identified, even if that means making a mess of Red Robin's investigations.
#for anyone wondering about the world building around Danny and his many many corpses feel free to send an ask because I got Thoughts#dc x dp#dpxdc#dp x dc#dp x dc au#tw death#tw murder#tw corpse#tw corpses#tw description of corpses
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TMA 122:
Statement of uh, uh, Lorell St. John regarding, uh... zombies. Original statement given 1st February, 2015. Recording by Jonathan Sims. The Archivist.
TMA 53:
My biggest concern right now is whatever creature Mr. Heller encountered down there. It was 56 years ago, but if itâs still alive, I should be careful. What was it? A guardian of some sort? Or perhaps⊠perhaps⊠it too was once an Archivist.
TMAGP 26:
It was holding a tape recorder to Mr. Jarrodâs mouth, like it was trying to catch his dying words.
âWho are you?â I asked it.
âAn Archivist,â it replied.
I know many people have already pointed out that [ERROR] could be the same kind of being that was under Alexandria, but this phrasing in particular is making me certain of it. A living, breathing, active Archivist like Jon is "the" - the one and only, the main focus of the Eye. The ones that linger after their Archives are forgotten - not alive, not dead, but somewhere in between - are just "an". One of many, still holding the title - still powerful - but far less human.
There are a ton of other parallels between the two that are making me so curious what our Alexandria guy got up to between - potentially - being released by Mr. Heller and finding its way to the Panopticon: basement Archive, the main building/library is burned down on top of it, it remains locked down there until some unsuspecting explorer unintentionally gives it the key... I wonder if there was an [ERROR] drifting around in the TMA world too, hunting people with a quill and parchment rather than a tape...
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(Celia's phrasing is also very telling as to what she's been expecting to find.
TMAGP 26:
"No, I mean, something isn't right.⊠The External, the Archivist, itâs not acting how I would have expected..."
No, it's certainly not acting how the Archivist would. An Archivist, on the other hand...)
#martin described the former archivists as looking like corpses at one point#so im really looking forward to the first time we get a full description of [error]#im sure it'll be proper horrifying#the magnus protocol#tmagp spoilers#26 catching up#original post#my magnus protocol stuff#queue cause i'll be at work when the episode airs#[error]#magnus protocol speculation/analysis#the magnus archives#122 zombie#53 crusader#celia ripley
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Theory: If Messmer is Marikaâs sword (spear), Godwyn is her shield.
Yes I made another doomed Mother & Son presentation slide: eldest sons edition đđ
EDIT 1: adding a bit to this, the theme music of Godwyn's Death Knight is a rearrangement of Erdtree Knight OST (aka Tree Sentinels theme)
(Messmerâs timeline) (discussion of Radagonâs shady behavior)
#elden ring#queen marika the eternal#messmer the impaler#godwyn the golden#radagon of the golden order#er brainrot#golden doomed mother and son#ok now that Iâve got this off my chest I can go draw now jfc#the greatshield talisman description moved me so much I have to type all that out thatâs crazy#this might be an unpopular opinion because I think itâs a fandom-wise interpretation that Godwynâs friendship with Fortissax is wholeso#*wholesomeâŠbut idk every single Leyndell Knight & their mom using Lightning power and no one even bothered to put Granssaxâs corpse away?#it doesnât sit well with me I fear#also the dlc drawing 1000 parallels between the favour from Marika that messmer and godwynâs knights received lol#dont even get me start in Godwyn has golden bracelets and Messmer has a golden ring
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The Morgue
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Dear Readers,
Yep. This is it. Eternal's last chapter (at least for now). Thank you for sticking around for so long, I appreciated each and every one of you for reading this story and interacting with it! And thank you beta readers @whumped-by-glitter and @generic-whumperz for reading draft after freaking draft of this story for months now; I look forward to collaborating with you in the future.
The ending is kind of open ended, and I acknowledge this may frustrate some people, but I promise I'm not gonna pull a Netflix and drop this series on a cliffhanger (looks passive-aggressively at Netflix). Whatever happens next is for tomorrow; today, without further ado, here is the conclusion to Eternal!
TW/CW: death of a major character, aftermath of death of a major character, gore /graphic descriptions of a corpse, blood, emotional angst (I think?), nonconsensual nudity, slave whump /transfer of ownership, defiant whumpee, creepy whumper
Khaled was more than a little concerned when he woke up the next morning and his masterâs bedroom was still empty. He was downright worried that he had not heard even a word from him by midday. This is so unlike him, Khaled thought as he checked the spare phone for any text messages he mightâve missed in the night. No new messages. Where is he?
He went to his room and retrieved his hidden cellphone from the place he had hidden it. There was one new message from Julio, but Khaled quickly swiped past it to text the one other contact he had on this illicit device.
To: Nic-Nac Have you seen the Boss today? He didnât come home last night.
The subtle click of the door unlocking made his heart jump into his throat. Khaled quickly hid the phone away, bolted into the living room, chucked off the blanket, and assumed a perfect kneeling positon by the entrance, back straight, chest out, palms down on thighs, just as heâd been trained. His heart sank as the door opened and a man who was definitely not his master entered the apartment.
âThrow a coat on and-â Underboss Luca dropped his gaze down at Khaled once he realized he was not at eye-level. âOh, right,â he groaned, punctuating his comment with a dismissive eye roll. âShouldâve known youâd be on your knees.â Khaledâs cheeks flushed bright red. âGet up and put some clothes on, we need to go to the morgue and identify a body!â
The last part of that command jolted Khaled out of his conditioning as abruptly as a kick in the teeth. âWait, what?!â he asked, straightening up from his kneeling position.
âJust get dressed and come with me!â Luca said. He fumbled around his pockets until he found a small key. âYou know where the safe is; get your clothes, and letâs go,â he instructed, tossing it to Khaled.
The young man caught it and dashed to the safe in the master bedroom, unlocking it and sprinting with the pile of clothes in his arms to change in his own bedroom. As he quickly dressed, he had an unshakeable feeling of dread. Thomas not coming home at all last night, no communication this morning, Luca coming over, and now this trip to the morgue âit was all adding up. If his master was truly dead, then he had no idea if or when he would be back at the apartment.
Khaled saw the designated hiding space for his cash jar out of the corner of his eye. He yanked it out and emptied it onto the bed, quickly folding and stuffing the dollar bills into every pocket, fold, and crevice of his outfit he could manage. Lastly, he grabbed his forbidden cellphone from its hiding place and jammed it into his pants pocket as he sprinted out to meet his foreboding feeling head-on.
Luca filled him in on the details as they drove to the morgue. A little after six in the morning, a bloodied and mangled body had been found hanging upside down from a crane at the dockyard. The ID in the dead manâs coat pocket had identified him as Thomas J Costa, but his face was barely recognizable beneath the blood and gore. The forensic pathologist would need a positive ID on the dead manâs corpse before they could tell the coroner to issue the death certificate for Don Costa, hence the need for Luca and Khaled to come down to the morgue.
âYou know, if it is Tommy-boy on that slab, all of his assets will immediately be transferred to my control,â Luca reminded him, snaking an arm around the young man in a feigned gesture of comfort as they walked to the entrance of the morgue. âAll of them,â he whispered. Khaled bristled under the other manâs touch as Luca moved his hand downwards. He did not miss the hidden meaning of those words. He jumped a little as Luca experimentally groped his ass on the way through the entrance.
The forensic pathologist met the men, their androgynous face set into a grim expression. âNext of kin for Mr. Thomas J Costa?â they asked. Both men nodded. The pathologist waved at them to follow them. âI gotta warn you though, heâs not a pretty picture. I cleaned him up as best I could, but just be prepared.â
No forewarning couldâve prepared Khaled for what he saw when the sheet was lifted from the corpse on that autopsy table. He recognized the cold gray eyes that now stared unseeingly up at him, the telltale scar at the manâs left temple, and what remained of the skull and snake tattoo on the manâs left pec, but that was about it. The rest of his masterâs body looked as if wild animals had gotten to it. His usual dirty-blond hair was stained a coppery red, matted in places with clotted blood. There were cuts, bruises, and even burns scattered around his face, disfiguring it into something near unrecognizable. A long, jagged cut ran from his jugular down to his sternum, deep crimson with coagulated blood that had long since stopped bubbling from its schism. Deep gashes of a knife punctured his upper body and torso. His privates wereâŠgone⊠and his legs from upper thighs to ankles were littered in cuts and bruises. The soles of his feet looked as if they had been burned away. Merely looking at his feet made Khaled feel faint, so he let his eyes travel back to Thomasâ face. The manâs dull gray eyes stared up at him.
âWell, is this him?â
âYes,â Luca answered solemnly. He quickly swiped a hand over his eyes and took a breath to compose himself before turning to Khaled.
No matter how much he wanted to, he could not tear his gaze from the manâs dead eyes. He gave a small nod, at a complete loss for words otherwise. The pathologist merely answered a quiet âokayâ before draping the sheet back onto Don Costaâs mutilated body, shielding Khaled from those steel gray eyes forever.
Itâs finally happened, he thought. Master is deadâŠÂ Instead of hope, or sorrow, or anger, or even a sick sense of satisfaction from witnessing this karmic justice, Khaled searched within himself and found nothing. He felt nothing, and then he questioned what kind of person he was, to feel nothing.
âKhaled, hey, KhaledâŠâ a faint voice called out to him through the fog of his mind. Khaled stayed rooted to the spot, unable to move as he stared down at the veiled corpse.
âKhaled, sweetie, itâs time to go.â
Heâs dead now, which meansâŠwhich means what? The feeling of Luca roughly pulling him away from the autopsy table and dragging him back the way they came answered his own question for him. All the while, Khaled took shelter in his thoughts, not even fighting back as he tried to process what he just saw and what it meant for him. The man who had fed me, clothed me, given me everything is dead, and now, what am I?
âWell, it looks like youâre mine now,â Luca announced, pulling on his leather gloves as they exited the morgue and stepped into the parking lot.
That snapped Khaled out of his mind quick. The man who had once openly said he wouldâve taken him while he was still a minor flashed him a small, sad smile. âOf all the ways I couldâve gotten you, this is the last one I wanted,â he admitted. He raised a gloved hand to Khaledâs face, gently caressing his cheek with leather-clad fingers. âBut maybe, together, we can help each other process our loss.â
No. Khaled shook his head. Lucaâs soft caresses quickly hardened into a crushing grip on his face. He drew him in closer until their faces were mere inches apart. âYouâre mine now, Khaled,â he growled, glaring into the young manâs eyes. âI never approved of the erratic, unpredictable way Tommy treated you, and I promised myself that when it was my turn, I would be better.â Khaledâs hands scratched at Lucaâs arm, which only served to tighten the hand around his jaw. âBut not if youâre going to fight me the entire time!â He drew Khaled in closer, too close for comfort, as he maintained that crushing grip on his face. âSo, whatâs it gonna be? You gonna be a good boy for Master, or are you gonna make me hurt you?â
Letting go of Khaledâs face to allow him to answer was the greatest mistake Luca would make. With a fierce desperation to die rather than be owned by someone far worse than Thomas, Khaled drew his head back and collided their skulls with a crushing force. Both men withdrew from each other, each groaning in pain as they held their heads, but Khaled recovered from the head-butt first, and used the ten-second head start to make a run for it out the parking lot.
âYou bitch! Get back here, you stupid little slut!â and various threats of bodily harm were shouted at him as he ran. He kept running, even when he rounded the corner and an exposed piece of chain-link fence grazed his thigh, nipping the skin enough to draw blood. He kept running, even when he wasnât sure which streets he was running down as he single-mindedly sprinted ahead, most definitely lost. He kept running, even as the tears blurred his vision and the cold air stung his throat and lungs, and every time he tried to blink back his tears all he saw were those cold, dead eyes staring up lifelessly back at him. He kept running.
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#whump writing#last chapter#for now#tw: death of a major character#aftermath of death of a major character#cw: gore#graphic descriptions of a corpse#but tagging it as gore to cover my bases#tw: blood#emotional angst#slave whump#nonconsensual nudity#defiant whumpee#creepy whumper#diversity win: the mortician is nonbinary#but aside from that#suspenseful ending
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Annoys me deeply when christian conservatives subtly try to influence women to define themselves by their role in the household. It's unsettling how upset they get when women refuse to see themselves as a piece of meat, given purpose only by what lives in or off of it.
#pro choice#feminism#abortion#christianity#religion#Traditional gender roles#women's rights#In a bit of a bad mood today#I was gonna get more visceral with my description but you get the idea#Something something girls are treated as an already deceased and rotting corpse from the time they're born#Domesticity as decay or something
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a fallen star will be thy fate
The walk to the Moonpool is strange and otherworldly, as if heâd fallen into the past and the seers around him were nothing more than ghosts, specters of light and shadow with no secrets weighing heavily on their brows. Kestrelflight, barely older than Jayfeather, tries to strike up a facsimile of a conversation, but Jayfeather isnât in the mood for petty platitudes or idle chit-chat. He keeps his head down and moves, slots his paws into the ancient footholds made by cats so old they were nothing but echoes.
Ahead of him, someone gasps.
It isnât the gasp of a newly-named apprentice glimpsing the Moonpool for the first time.
It isnât the gasp of a particularly spectacular night, where he's told that the stars are clear enough in the pool to lap up with delicate strokes of the tongue.
It isnât the gasp of someone falling, of someone losing their footing, of someone bumping into someone else.
No, itâs a gasp of terror, and it roots Jayfeather to the ground.
âAshfur,â Leafpool breathes, and Jayfeather knows her well enough to feel as fear spikes up her frozen legs, wrapping around her heart. The scent of blood in the air becomes heavy and cloying as the seers stir the still air, as they wreath around the pool like frightened ants, courses interrupted to the point of spiraling.
Someone is screeching. He thinks that itâs Flamepaw. The seers are talking over each other now, their words and emotions pounding into Jayfeatherâs brain in a senseless cacophony.
Willowshine, curiously, is still, any emotion she might have been experiencing tamped-down and quiet. âHeâs floating in the pool,â she comments. âItâs full of blood.â
Ashfur has been dead for a quarter-moon, and now heâs floating in the Clansâ most sacred place?
âHeâs been missing for sun-cycles,â Jayfeather manages.
âHe looks it,â Willowshine says blithely. âHeâs bloated on the side facing the air. The flesh on his underside is all but gone. Thereâs bits of tissue at the sides of the pool. His eye looks like itâll come out of the socket soon enough.â
âHow are you so calm?â
Willowshine scoffs. It isnât much like her. âHow are you?â she asks.
âI canât see him,â Jayfeather retorts. âIâm blind.â
His companion laughs as if heâd told a particularly funny joke. âWhen has that ever stopped you?â
#jayfeather#leafpool#warrior cats#warrior cats au#waca#wc#willowshine#kestrelflight#ashfur#wc au#warrior cats fanfic#cw death#cw gore#cw graphic description of corprse#cw corpse#cw eye imagery
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guess what was at the cabin i was staying at but i didnât notice until right before i leftâ
#bones tv#bones 2005#kathy reichs#i still need to read this series tbh#the graphic descriptions of the corpses are worse than the tv show and actually seeing them somehow though#the first page of this book is gruesome
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For @kinglazrus !! Super excited abt this one! I love corpse aus so I just had to do this one.
AO3 Link
"There's a shallow grave in the woods. The only marker is a stone with the name "Danny" scratched into it. Judging by the fresh-turned soil, it hasn't been empty for long."
The call came in from a hiker early in the morning.
She'd been going on her daily hike when she decided to go on a route that was different from her normal route.
When she tripped over the rock, she should have known that there was something wrong. At first, she started to walk past, and continue on her hike.
It was on her way back that she really noticed the issue.
The rock she had tripped over had writing that she didn't notice the first time.
It was a simple engraving, probably done with another rock or a different sharp tool, definitely not professionally done.
There was one word.
A name.
'DANNY'
It was at that point that she realized that the dirt path seemed to be disturbed near the edges, as if someone had gone digging.
Oh god, someone had been digging .
As she looked at the disturbed dirt, she saw something odd. It was an odd color, looking as if it had been burned or melted, blackened.
It was a bone.
A charred, dirty, old bone, covered in a material that had melted and fused to it.
It was like one of those horror stories, of certain toys made from plastic materials melting onto skin if exposed to too much heat.
She called the police station the second she was in range of a cell tower.
All the operator at the call center heard was, "God, the bones , they're black, they're burned. There's bones in the woods ."
The CSI left the station immediately.
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"She wasn't kidding, these bones were definitely burned, but they're weird. It's more reminiscent of electrical burns. What could output enough power to burn a body so thoroughly by electrocution?" The lead CSI said. She was wearing gloves and slowly unburying the body.
The more they uncovered, the more horrified they were.
"This is a kid," A member of the team said, "Either a kid or a small person. The size of the bones indicate that the owner of this body was under 5 ft. Maybe a small kid? What name did the stone say?"
"Danny, I think, it's a little hard to read, but that looks like the right name."
"Wait, wasn't there a kid that went missing a year ago from Amity named Danny?"
"Yeah, but I thought the parents were under suspicion, with that weird lab in their basement."
"Didn't the sister call it in?" The one handling the bones said.
The case they were talking about was the case of Daniel Fenton. He had gone missing four weeks before his freshman year, except he was only reported missing when his sister came back from a college summer camp. Two weeks after he supposedly went missing.
Because of this, nobody actually figured out when he went missing. The police had searched the entire Fenton home, which had uncovered the lab in the basement of the home.
The Fentons had a portal. An interdimensional portal to some place they called the Ghost Zone, and it had corresponded with sightings of weird, translucent, flying people that had been sighted in the city.
They had been taken into custody, but then later released due to a lack of evidence. His sister was still advocating for missing children, especially kids who weren't reported until long after they vanished.
"But this body is too decomposed for only a few months. Maybe the burns accelerated it?"
"I mean, if this is the Fenton kid-"
"Don't start being a conspiracy theorist now, Sean." The lead investigator said, shaking her head.
"You never know!"
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The coroner's office was cold. The autopsy room was colder.
The body on the table was small, a kid, wearing a plastic material that had seemed to fuse with the bones it was covering.
The bones, God the bones. They were blackened, covered in a dark material, flesh that had been burnt to a blackened crisp.
The coroner looked at the body in front of him and sighed.
The only thing he could easily use for identification that wasn't fingerprints or DNA were dental records. Luckily, while the corpse was completely desecrated, the bones were somehow intact.
He was able to take a scan of the teeth and send them off to be compared with all local dentist offices within a 50 mile radius.
It was a few minutes later when he got the ping.
There's a match.
"Shit."
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The Fentons were in their lab when they got a phone call.
"Hello, this is Jack Fenton of Fentonworks, how can I help you?" The burly man said into the receiver.
"Hello, Mr. Fenton. This is the Briggersdale Police Department, calling you to inform you that a few days ago, we found a body in the woods. This body has been identified as the body of your son, Daniel." The voice on the other end said to him.
"What?" Jack stood with the phone in hand in shock. Maddie chose that moment to walk into the room.
"Are you okay, Jack?"
Jack thanked the officer and hung up. "They... found a body."
"A body? Why did they contact you? Where was this?"
"The next town over. The body was identified. It was Danny's."
A sharp intake of breath could be heard from Maddie. "We need to call Jazz."
"She isn't speaking to us, she'd just ignore anything we have to say to her."
"She'll listen, it's about Danny."
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Jazz Fenton had been having a good day. She had only one class that morning, her favorite introduction to developmental psychology course, and she had just finished speaking with her roommate about their date next weekend with their longtime girlfriend. She was happy for them. She was having a good time, reading one of her favorite books at her desk.
It was a good day, until she got the phone call.
It was from her parents.
She refused the call at first. This was the third time that week her parents had tried to contact her, and the third time she refused their call.
Usually they stopped trying to call her, and just left her a few texts after she refused their call, but this time was different.
She should have known something was wrong.
"What is it? I thought I told you guys to never contact me again." Jazz spoke before either of her parents could even get one word out.
"Jazz... They found it."
"What, what did they find?" Jazz stood up. She was really getting annoyed now, with them being all cryptic towards her.
"His body. Jazz, they found Danny's body."
Jazz's phone slipped out of her hands.
What?
They found his body. They found his body.
Oh god, he was actually dead.
Jazz knew after the first few days she realized her brother was missing that the chances of finding him again were slim to none, and after the first two weeks, she knew that she would probably sooner see a body bag than see her brother alive again.
But this? This made it real.
He was dead.
He was gone .
She was never going to see him again.
Oh god, this was real .
She stared in front of her. She stared at the wall.
Her knees gave out and she slumped to the ground.
She could feel her eyes well up with tears.
She could hear her roommate shouting her name and kneeling in front of her as she sobbed, crying and trying to say anything, but no words would come out of her mouth.
Oh god, she had to tell Sam and Tucker.
No way would her parents even know that he had them as his friends, and they were always the first people that she gave updates to, even before her parents. They deserved to know he was... dead. That they had found his body.
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Sam and Tucker were hanging out at Tucker's house when Sam's phone rang.
She picked it up, recognizing the number as Jazz's.
Tucker watched as emotions crossed her face, beginning with worry, and ending in dread.
"Oh my god. Tucker. They found it."
âShit.â He said.
âShit.â She nodded in agreement.
#corpse au#danny phantom#ao3 fanfic#danny fenton#phic phight#phic phight 2024#fanfiction#a couple ocs#but not really#Sam and tucker#they know something you don't#they know something you will never know#angst#kind of#description of a corpse#My forensic knowledge comes from trye crime and the show Bones#innacurate forensics#maybe#idk#sam and tucker just looking at each other like 'oh no#might do a part 2
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jaime through the eyes of other povs
#ik ik reconstruction of b&tb#also appearances#doodoo caca covered in gold#doesnt change the fact that he is an it boy#i still love tho that before asos he is presented to us as someone truly inhuman#like a griffith esque villain/beast#like these descriptions arent even positive they r just grand#like this kind of perfection is so inhuman#until he is brought back down and made into someone so thoroughly human#tbf this illusion also breaks when he falls off his horse and gets his helmet stuck on his head like a loser#half a corpse & half a god iktr#imagine being the worst guy ever and that all these people want to bash ur skull in#but 90% of them still go like#ok but id hitâŠ#jaime lannister#valyrianscrolls
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gay sex wouldn't have fixed seishin and toshio's relationship but i think they should've given it a shot anyway
#shiki#corpse demon#seishin muroi#toshio ozaki#shout out to all 5 of my fellow toshisei warriors đ«Ą#got more embarrassed writing out the image descriptions than drawing the images
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Hallowtober Day 3
Prompt: ghost
Rated: mature
Warnings: graphic descriptions of corpses
Relationships: N/A
Word Count: 1,735
Summary: Viggo doesn't feel much guilt over Ryker's death. That is, until Ryker starts talking to him from beyond his watery grave.
#hallowtober 2024#hallowtober#horror#graphic descriptions of corpses#ghosts#httyd#httyd rtte#rtte#how to train your dragon#race to the edge#viggo grimborn#ryker grimborn#krogan#fanfiction#writing
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Finished re-reading the Gregor the Overlander series in probably 15 years and Iâve been ugly sobbing for an hour (itâs now 3:30am)
Real question is how did I not remember my favorite character dies in the end?? Twelve year old me really blocked that out huh
There were so many specific moments I remembered so clearly across all five books but my childhood comfort character fucking dying a gruesome traumatic death was not one of them đ€
Fucking Suzanne Collins man đ§ââïžyou read her books as kids and go hmm wow war is really traumatic đand then you re-read them as an adult and itâs like jESUS CHRIST
#the last two books in the series are so fucking dark honestly idk if they could get published nowadays#this is not me saying itâs a bad thing they are so graphic in their descriptions of the horrors of war#I actually think thatâs part of her brillance of writing#itâs just interesting Iâm seemingly more affected as an adult#by her descriptions of genocide plague corpse-littered fields etc#but maybe Iâm more affected bc I can draw comparisons to real world horrors#whereas as a child I was more just fascinated by the gruesome depictions than disturbed by them#food for thought#anyways#I wonât get over him dying tho itâs just so cruel#gregor the overlander#Maeve talks
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can we talk for five seconds about how bonesaw almost figured out the Cycle entirely by observing peoples brains as they triggered. and she was younger than 12 when she did it.
#she is such a genius its amazing i love her#like ye she tortured and murdered hundreds but she also made enormous strides in the field of parahuman medicine#wow gee why does that description sound familiar...#glares at the flayed remains of doc moms corpse#wormblr#parahumans#worm spoilers#riley davis#riley grace davis#bonesaw
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my most gonzo tlt theory is that one of the Tridentarii is gonna get twa sister'd into an instrument by the end of it and the only way they get to talk is by one playing the other
#this is deeply informed by the fact i was pretty obsessivly listening to ghost quartet while reading the books yes#the golden hair descriptions do a lot for this okay#i can imagine Ianthe trying to 'save' corona by preserving her in her corpse but the body wont keep qed violin time with her bones and hair#the other way round is Ianthe lives forever but gets messed up in such a way she's body horror'd into a harp for the rest of eternity -#and the only way Corona can hear her again is to play the instrument#this is the level of fucked up i want for these two <3#locked tomb#the locked tomb#the tridentarii#ianthe tridentarius#coronabeth tridentarius
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Tags on your post about RPF made me think... Okay, I get the bisexuality, but what does BDSM crown prince Rudolph look like? An extremely Cursed mental image if you ask me. Like an extremely pretentious Christian Grey.
You missed a crucial part of the tag -- BDSM sub crown prince Rudolf ;) which is canon in the musical as far as I'm concerned,,,,
#not that your asessment is far off ajsjjffjk i think irl rudolf fits that description#HSHFJFJJG he's one of those tumblr memes that are like 'not gonna lie kitten daddy's about to shoot himself in the right temple rn'#also not to get off topic but i love how andy bieber rudolf just lies there like a corpse and silently sobs when tod goes in for the kiss#jxfdjklgsjfsjsg. symbolism#asks#kronprinz rudolf
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writing share - body horror edition
So, the lovely, amazing @space-writes expressed interest in reading my fucked-up body horror that I wrote last night/early this morning, and who am I to deny a friend? So, here you go:
A brief bit of context: Just under two days ago, Sigmar, Rook's beloved mentor and kinda-sorta father figure, ended up being revealed as a corpse being puppeted by the BBEG, Dr. Purity. The rest of the party brutally killed him while Rook watched. (Via tooth and claw, and also a sonic shockwave from a magic guitar.) And just today, Warren, the party gunslinger, a werewolf and Rook's other kinda-sorta father figure, died (like perma-forever, never-coming-back died) in order to save Rook's life. (Or rather, in order to resurrect Rook, since he was dead at the time.) Now Rook is extremely sleep-deprived and also being affected by mind-altering parasites, two factors that are working together to give him some pretty vivid and fucked-up hallucinations.
(fair warning, this isn't written out fully to the best of my abilities because this scene hasn't happened yet. So this is just my description of what Rook will be seeing and hearing, not a full prose write-up with his internal thoughts and all that. I will almost certainly do that after next week's session, though, so let me know if you want to see that then.)
major tw for extreme body horror under the cut (also emotional manipulation/guilt-tripping)
Rook hears a strange sound, like clumsy, disjointed footsteps. He looks around wildly for the source of the sound and freezes. Out of the hallway we have just come from looms a horrible sight: Sigmar's corpse is lurching towards him, somehow propelling itself on shattered limbs. All of his joints are dislocated, giving his body a freakishly elongated appearance. His shredded clothes are soaked with blood, and every inch of his skin is covered in hundreds of claw and tooth marks, which are weeping blood. Black ichor drips from his mouth, and a web of dark black veins branch out across his face. Every inch he moves closer leaves a trail of blood behind him. He reaches out towards Rook with jagged, broken fingers, and says "Rook... your friends killed me. Slaughtered me like an animal." He takes another staggering step towards Rook, who backs away, shaking. "You promised to help me. You said you trusted me." He points an accusing finger at Rook. "I should never have come to you. I should have burned down Warren's house with you still inside. It's what the two of your deserve." As if on cue, another shape lurches out of the shadows of a hallway across the way. It's Warren. His chest has been blown open, his ribs pointing in every direction and the remains of his guts are dripping from the hole where his stomach used to be. Every inch of him is splattered in gore. He's missing one of his hands, the arm ending in a jagged point of bone instead. He opens his mouth to speak, revealing a mouth of pointed canine teeth. "Rook, you stupid bastard. I died for you. You." He bares his teeth and snarls at Rook, an animalistic sound that rattles him to his core. "We should have left you to rot in that fungi-infested hallway. You brought him to us," he glares pointedly at Sigmar. "You're the reason those two attacked us, attacked Cherry. You're the reason I'm dead. The reason Cherry won't ever have a father." Sigmar steps closer, looking Rook up and down. "Speaking of fathers, yours was right. You are a useless piece of shit." He spits in Rook's direction, then takes another step closer. Across the room, Warren moves to match him. "Traitor." "Liar," Sigmar adds as the two stalk closer. They're so close now, Rook can smell the scent of Warren's burnt flesh, of Sigmar's spilled blood. They're right in front of him now. He tries to shrink away, further into the corner, but to no avail. His limbs refuse to obey, and he stays frozen in place.
#morrigan.text#my writing#morrigan plays dnd#oc: Rook#*Liars#godddd there's so many little details to this that make it so much worse if you know all the context#like the fact that ''Sigmar'' did indeed know Rook's shitty abusive asshole father.#in reality when they met Sigmar told Rook that Rook's description of Alistair didn't sound like him but he did believe Rook and was kind.#but now Rook already hates himself so fucking much. He feels guilty for bringing Sigmar into the party and then Warren killed himself to#save him so he feels awful about that. And Warren wouldn't even have been put in that situation if Rook hadn't brought Sigmar along....#plus the description of Sigmar's corpse echoing the three ways he was tormented before he died:#the teeth and claws from Maka the shattered bones from Aki's guitar and the black veins and ichor from the poison from Hawthorne.#and Warren specifically killed himself by falling off a ledge and hugging his personal villain to his chest with a bomb between them.#hence the explosion-related descriptions.#and Sigmar calling Rook a liar even though that was their thing for each other....#goddd I can't with this shit.#and then the eulogy Rook is gonna deliver a bit after this? fucking makes me sick man. It's the most depressing thing I've ever written.#the funny thing is that Rook wasn't supposed to hate himself. He really wasn't. And then he ended up being my most self-loathing character#His og concept was to actually be pretty arrogant but I guess he had other plans lmao.#space I hope you like this.
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