#for the maggots and corpse stuff

[abigailbozarthart]

Part 1 of a comic that I didn't intend to be more than a few pages and yet

[absolutelynotsanebaby]

In response to some people expressing interest in the tags of this post, here’s an explanation of what I’m calling my Poltergeist AU.

Basically, during Rebooted while fighting nindroids Jay gets shot straight through his forehead. Him and Cole were arguing, distracted, when it happened. Everything goes the same that season, minus the added grief and tension because of Jay’s death. Zane still dies killing (most of) the Overlord.

The team breaks up like in canon but on angrier, more bitter terms. Cole stays in the city instead of running off to become a lumberjack. He feels like he can’t leave, the catatonic guilt, and rents a shitty, ratty apartment alone. Both Kai and Nya are angry at Cole, Lloyd kind of blames him too but isn’t as angry and more worried about every one. Cole isn’t talking to anyone, really. He’s wrought with constant nightmares and flashbacks to the moment and generally not doing good even before the “haunting” starts.

Speaking of that, so he starts to realize he’s being stalked. Someone—or something— following him, leaving dirt and bugs all over. Someone following him, he’s feeling watched even all alone in his apartment. Other stuff happens, like his apartment seeming infested with bugs (roaches, spiders, maggots) and constant flickering lights and half the stuff he touches keeps zapping him. He gets horrible nightmares and feelings like he’s hallucinating (this will get worse!!) He eventually starts seeing a figure literally following him and eventually figures out it’s Jay.

Jay himself is half-alive, definitely a corpse but cognitive and half-himself. The overlord infection is quite literally like an infection rather than a possession. Like a wound left to fester, it’s corrupting him. He’s angry and blames Cole like (most) everyone else, he’s bitter. He wants someone, Cole, to hurt about it.

Short story is they’re both obsessed with each other in very doomed ways. Jay wants him to hurt, Cole just wants him back.

SO! yeah that’s the explanation for now, I’m still ironing out most it. It’s pretty horror-esc and the imagery I have in my head is pretty dingy, darkly colored, and bug-y.

(Tagging @short-sapphic @wyrmswears and @razzle-zazzle since y’all seemed interested)

[andywritingstuff]

cw: angst-ish? mentions of death, decomposition, bugs, implied suicidal gojo, sorcery high society and stuff like that <3

Thinking about a grieving Gojo Satoru.

Too young to die, but you did, anyway. There's no way to return you to life - and why? Why must he return you to a life you didn't want? You're better off six feet down, in a wooden coffin that hides and protects your corpse from the thoughts that plague his mind.

Dig you back up. Break that stupid coffin open, and watch your face for the last time. Have the maggots already eaten your face? Have your lips dried and cracked? Were your eyes still in place, or were they already withered? Would you come back to life if he kissed your cold, dead lips again and again? Would the coldness of your body seep into his own? Were your clothes wrinkled or were they as pristine as they were the last time he saw you wear them?

Would you have bugs and insects all over your skin? Were you tainted with dirt? He'd like to feel you against him for one last dance. Would the grayish-blue tint of your skin shine under the moonlight, and would your bones crack if he took you out? What would happen if he pressed his ear against your chest? Does alcohol, formalin and glycerin run in your system instead of blood? If he spoke to you, would your hum like you used to, or would you stay silent? Would you reply to his lame jokes with a “real funny, ‘toru” or would only the caw of crows be his response in the dead of night?

He can't stand to think this. The thoughts only seem to plague his mind. Who would be there to listen to him? He already lost Suguru. Shoko is affected, too, even if she doesn't let it show. Nanamin… He's gone, too. His students are too young. They need him to be strong. They're just kids.

But you were… Well, you were you. You were his only true friend, the only person he could count on even after everything. You were the one who helped him get back on his feet when he thought he couldn't do anything anymore, the one that got him his favorite sweets. So funny how something as mundane as buying him those cheap lollipops makes his chest tighten and a lump form on his throat. They taste like you. He swears he can see you clearly in front of him, a bunch of lollipops in one hand and a family sized bag of your favorite chips on the other, while he carries your favorite chunky sauce and the rest of the groceries for a very much needed Friday movie night in which you both would fall asleep on the first thirty minutes.

But you're not there. Friday movie nights are over. He's buying chips for nobody. Nobody waits for him at home.

Your laughter still rings in his ears, but it's an echo from the past. Your scent clings to him but he's wearing your perfume and your hair tie in his wrist. His usually bright blue eyes blur with unshed tears behind his dark blindfold, but he wears a smile despite everything. He is the strongest, isn't he? He can't afford to be weak, especially not now - his students depend on him.

The weight of the world is on his shoulders, and you were once there with him, helping him carry the burden. But now he's alone again. More alone than ever, and not even Gojo Satoru can stand that. Not after having you by his side, showing him he can be loved for him and not just his power and status.

He sits by your tombstone, with his long legs crossed and his gaze distant. He didn't even bother putting on the blindfold. A couple days old stubble grows on his face, and there's bags under his eyes. His muscles seem less defined, and his clothes seem to get bigger on his body. Unpolished, unlike himself. Small, for the first time.

“I'm tired, sweets.” Satoru murmurs with a strange voice, like a stranger has taken his body and wrecked it from the inside. He can feel himself rotting every single day that passes, the thread of his life getting thinner and thinner - and he can't wait for that final snap. He’ll take the damn scissors from Atropos herself and cut it himself. Just take him out of his misery.

Along the weight of the world on his shoulders, something weighs in his pocket. His left pocket, precisely. A small velvet box with a ring he wanted to give you - not asking your hand in marriage, of course, (not yet, anyway), but as a promise. A ring he saw and immediately thought of you. Of you wearing that gorgeous silver band with the azure gemstones that look just like his eyes and had his initials engraved inside, while he wore a matching one, with your eye color as the gemstones and your initials engraved on the inside of the band.

He just never had the time. Neither one. Too busy with missions and paperwork and teaching, it just never came up. And now it sits heavier than the weight of the sorcery society that was put on him. The same society that killed you and he has grown to resent and even hate.

He never got to fulfill the promise of a life together. Worse yet, he never got to confess his desire for a life together, and that's what hurts him the most. You never knew. You died, and he was such a coward that he never got to tell you how much he loved you.

a/n: very high-key inspired by cemetery girl - insane clown posse hehe. i finally wrote for gojo and look what came out. oh well.

[prismsoup]

My little participation to @jumalanpelko's comic page redraw event ! I've always really liked all the stuff about previous suncat and specifically the parallels between maggots eating corpses and Her nesting inside his body, so I wanted to redraw one of the panels with that

-> Here's a link to the comic for anyone who's interested !

[linterteatime]

All the hollow knight gijinkas i have made so far, with links for easy find (◕_◕)

Troupe Master Grimm, Divine, The Radiance, Brumm, Broken Vessel

Quirrel, Mantis Lords, Traitor Lord, The Knight/Ghost, Tiso

Hornet, Lace, Myla, The Collector, Bretta

Pure Vessel, White Lady, Pale King

Marissa, The Hollow Knight, Iselda, Xero, Eternal Emilitia

Monomon The Teacher, Cornifer, Cloth, Jiji, Soulmaster

Hive Knight, Queen Vespa, Grey Mourner, Traitors Child, Marmu

God Seeker, Blue Child Joni, Herrah The Beast, Midwife

Nightmare King Grimm, Markoth, Gorb, Zote The Mighty, No Eyes

Grimmchild , Dung Defender, Moss Prophet, Grub, Grey Prince Zote

Paint Master Sheo, Nailmaster Oro And Mato, Nailsage Sly, Nailsmith, Lurien The Watcher

Salubra, God Tammer, Pale Lurker, Seer, Thistlewind

Small changes to Pure Vessel, Troupe Master Grimm, The Radiance

Fierce Dryya, Mister Mushroom, The Hunter, Snail Shaman

Isma, Revek, Steel Soul Jinn, Tuk

Flukemarm, Fluke Hermit, Dream Warrior Galien, Relic Seeker Lemm

Milibelle, Nosk, Elderbug, Maggot

Grimmkin Novice, Grimmkin Master, Grimmkin Nightmare, Elder Hu

Distant Villagers, Grimm Steed, Massive Moss Charger, Kingsmould

Unn, Cristal Guardian, False Knight/Mighty Hegemol, Watcher Knights

Gruz Mother, Vengefly King, Leg Eater, Menderbug

Willoh, Grubfather, Hot Spring Bugs, Mask Maker

The Last Stag/Old Stag, Brooding Mawlek, Little Fool, Soul Warrior

Ummu, Bardoon, Soul Twister, Volt Twister, Mistake, Folly

Extra stuff for the gijinkas + Fixes for old ones

Greenpath Vessel, Ellina The Chronicler, oblobbles, royal retainers

White Defender, Lord Fool, Winged Nosk, Grub Mimic

(Greenpath enemies): Mosscreep, Mossfly, Mosskin, Volatile mosskin, Fool eater, Squit, Obble, Gulka, Maskfly, Moss knight, Mossy vagabond, Durandoo, Duranda, Aluba

(Fog canyon enemies, The hive enemies, and 3 other ones without groups): Ooma, Uoma, Lumafly, Lifeseed, Bluggsac, Wingmould, Husk hive, Hive soldier, Hiveling, Hive guardian.

(Enemies from the abyss, ancient basin, and some others): knight's shade, siblings, lightseed, infected balloon, mawlurk, lesser mawlek, shadow creeper, entombed husk, void tendrils.

(Enemies from fungal wastes and a few mantises) : Ambloom, Fungling, Fungoon, Sporg, Fungified Husk, Shrumeling, Shrumal Warrior, Shrumal Ogre, Mantis Youth, Mantis Warrior, Mantis Petra.

(Enemies from the city of tears) : Husk Sentry, Heavy Sentry, Winged Sentry, Lance Sentry, Husk Dandy, Cowardly Husk/Lurien the Watcher's butler, Gluttonous Husk, Gorgeous Husk, Great Husk Sentry, Belfly.

Primal aspid, Aspid mother, Aspid hatchling, Aspid hunter, Little weaver, Tiktik, Vengefly, Crawlid, Boofly, Hopper, Great hopper, Baldur, Elder baldur.

stalking devout, spiny husk, garpede, deep hunter, corpse creeper, dirtcarver, carver hatcher, deepling, loodle, Kcin.

(spirits glade bugs + a random guard): Gravedigger, Millybug, Caspian, Dr Chagax, Atra, Garro, Grohac, Hex, Hundred Nail Warrior, Karina, Perpetos Noo, Molten, Magnus Strong, Waldie, Wayner, Wyatt, Boss, Poggy Thorax, Caelif & Fera Orthop, Husk Guard.

brumm/Nymm, volatile gruzzer, violent husk, slobbering husk, furious vengefly, winged fool, sturdy fool, heavy fool, shielded fool, death loodle, sharp baldur, battle obble, armoured squit, godseeker, godseekers, pilflip, mantis traitor, macebug.

flukefey, flukemon, flukemunga, fluke larva, turret zoteling, lanky zoteling, head of zote, fluke zoteling, zotes curse, heavy zoteling, winged zoteling, hopping zoteling, volatile zoteling, hwurmp, husk miner, crystallised husk, crystal crawler, crystal hunter, shardmite, glimback, husk hornhead, wandering husk, leaping husk, husk bully, husk warrior, giant fungal creature.

shadelord, weaver, weaverling, snail shamans, grimm troupe corpse, boon, aspid queen, unnamed moth.

Remakes of :Grimm, Radiance, Pure Vessel, Quirrel and Brumm.

(This is finished!)

[jammydodger3579]

Young Lust pt. 4

Summary: Y/N fills Logan in on her past

A/N: So this is just filler for now, a bit of backstory to flesh out the reader.. hopefully, you like it, and we'll do some spy stuff in the next chapter, promise.

Previous chapter || Masterlist || Patreon

18+ for mature audiences only.

2000+ word count.

Warnings: smut, mentions of SA and grooming, panic attacks. cursing (? I can never remember)

“So wait, what? tell me that again” Y/N said, blinking. She was taken aback. Logan let out an exaggerated groan as he moved around in bed. He sat up and looked at his girlfriend. 

“I’m thinking of moving out of the mansion and I want you to come with me,” he said, searching Y/N’s face. She smiled. It had only been a few weeks since she’d left the hospital so she was still out of action in terms of fighting against the mutant Widows. She and Logan have been spending most of her recovery together at the mansion. She enjoyed staying with Logan, especially since the Professor and Tony had asked her and Yelena to lead a support group for the mutant Widows that they found. Y/N found it quite healing, talking with the other Widows about the after-effects of mind control. Things seemed to be going well for them, so Y/N didn’t know what to say at Logan’s proposition. 

“Why do you want to leave? I thought you loved this place,” she brought a hand up to hold Logan’s face, stroking over his beard with her thumb. He planted a soft kiss on her hand. 

“I do, but it’s time for me to move on. And I wanna move on with you,” he said, moving over so his body was on top of her. He started kissing that sweet spot on her neck, causing Y/N to moan into Logan’s touch. 

“Logan… we’ve only been together for a month…” she said, trying not to let Logan’s distraction tactics work. He lightly bit at her neck, causing her to moan again. 

“And it’s been great. I don’t want it to end, that’s why I’m asking for you to come with me” he looked deeply into her eyes. She wasn’t sure what to say. She would love to give up everything for Logan. The idea was tempting. But there were still men experimenting on mutant Widows. Y/N needed to finish the job. 

“Okay, but after Dreykovs followers are gone. I can’t leave this job unfinished” she said. Logan was smiling. He leaned down and kissed her passionately. “I thought you were tired, old man” 

“Never tired of this” he snaked a hand under her nightshirt to cup her right breast, this thumb brushing over her nipple. She moaned against his lips. 

“Lo, I’m still recovering” 

“I’ll be gentle” his face was nuzzled in the crook of her neck. 

“I don’t think that's possible for you” She ran her fingers through his hair. “Can we just lie here instead, I’m tired” Logan sighed, nodding against her neck. The two fell asleep intertwined in each other. 

The image of her own corpse returned to Y/N’s mind, repeating the same words, ‘Worthless!! Replaceable!! Disposable!! Unloveable!!” with an unnatural jerk of the hand, it reached out towards her, bones crunching as it moved. She screamed as the body got off the table, moving closer and closer towards her. The closer the body got, the more decomposed it looked. Maggots crawled around the mouth, the eyes looked hollow and white. It spat thick black blood in her face. Y/N sank to the floor, squeezing her eyes shut. 

“You’re not real, you’re not real” she repeated, over and over again. 

“You’ll never amount to anything,” it said in a demonic voice. Y/N kicked her leg up, snapping the head off the corpse. 

She awoke, startled. She sat up in bed, putting her head in her hands. Logan stirred, waking up next to her. 

“Hey, you okay?”

“Bad dream, go back to sleep,” she said, slowly getting out of bed. She went over to her dresser and pulled out some pants. She gently pulled them over her legs. Logan got out of bed and walked over to her.

“Hey, talk to me, what was it” 

“Nothing, I’m going to the gym” 

“No, talk to me. You’ve been distant ever since the accident. What’s going on?” Logan had two hands on her shoulders, searching her face for an explanation. She shook Logan's hands away, slipping past him to leave the room. 

“Drop it, Logan,” she said before exiting the room. She made her way down to the gym, putting her headphones on and getting out a yoga mat. She did the yoga routine that Jean taught her to do to aid her recovery while listening to music. She was in her own little world so she didn’t notice someone coming in until the lights turned on. She took her headphones off and looked up at Logan. She sighed. “I told you, I didn’t want to talk” 

“I’m here to exercise,” he said, pulling a yoga mat over to Y/N. She scoffed. 

“Yoga, really?” 

“You’re not supposed to judge,” he said, stretching onto the mat. She smiled as she watched Logan attempt to do yoga. She continued her routine, stretching up into a downward dog position. She turned to look at Logan, who was attempting to do the happy baby pose. 

“Like this” Y/N demonstrated the proper pose and Logan watched. She sighed, stretching her hands over to her head. “I had a friend… a really close friend. She was a Widow too, so we all grew up together. She was beautiful… but she also got me in trouble for sneaking out, doing drugs on missions and stealing from the guards. She always played the innocent card, and then one day, she just disappeared. Without a trace. I’ll never know where she went. I’m glad she’s gone because since doing therapy I’ve figured out she’s just a really bad person… but I’m also sad that my best friend is gone. Yelena is no help, she always thought Evie was bad. She’s always saying ‘I told you so’ so I just stopped talking about it. Everything is fast-paced with Evie, we were gonna get out together and run away. Live in the mountains or something. Instead, she probably just got herself killed… and I shouldn’t miss her because she’s the one who introduced me to oxy. But I do miss her… A part of me thinks I’ll find her in one of these bases” She couldn’t make eye contact with Logan as he spoke. He sighed and moved so he was sitting next to her, wrapping an arm around her. “She… she assaulted me when we were young and I only just realized as I was doing therapy with the other Widows… She would make me… do things to her… things I didn’t want to do… but she’d say she would stop being my friend if I didn’t do them” Y/N was crying, she didn’t know why she was crying but she was. Logan was rubbing her back, consoling her. 

“I’m glad you told me…” Logan said, placing a kiss on her forehead. 

“Of course, I… I love you” She said for the first time. Logan smiled and kissed her. 

“I love you too… now can we please go back to bed? It’s like 2 am” Y/N nodded, getting up. She and Logan returned the yoga mats to their respective places before walking up to his room. She felt peaceful like a weight had been lifted off her chest. The two crawled into bed and fell asleep together. 

—

The Saturday morning sun was beaming through the curtains, waking Y/N from her sleep. She didn’t know what time it was, nor did she care as she had nothing planned for the day. Logan was sleeping beside her, as he had no reason to get up early. She rolled over in bed so she was spooning Logan, causing him to stir awake. 

“Hey, I’m big spoon,” he said, his voice groggy from sleep. Y/N smiled and kissed his shoulder. 

“Not today, you’re not,” she said. Logan rolled over to face her. He kissed her passionately, his hand on her hip to pull her flush against him. She smiled into the kiss, feeling Logan’s growing erection against her. “Someone’s excited” Logan moaned in agreement, moving so he was on top of Y/N. He slowly grinded against her, his need increasing. 

“Is this okay?” he pulled away to search her face. She nodded. 

“Yes,” she said, taking off her nightshirt. Logan was going slow, taking his time planting kisses down her neck and chest. He stopped at her breast, sucking gently on her nipple. He reached down and ran two fingers over her slit, on top of her underwear. She brought her hips up to Logan, urging him to keep going. He lightly bit at her nipple, causing a moan to leave her lips. She reached down and slipped out of her underwear. Logan teased her cunt, feeling just how wet she was. She moaned, pulling Logan in for a kiss. It was needy, she wanted him now. Logan got the hint, taking off his underwear and stroking himself. He ran his cock against her entrance before slipping inside. Y/N let out a breathy gasp, wrapping her arms around Logan's neck. They kissed passionately, Logan’s tongue dominating her mouth. He moved agonisingly slow, for once wanting to savour each moment, each feeling, each breath. It was sensual, the way they moved in sync with each other. Each thrust from Logan brought Y/N closer to her finish. She pulled away from the kiss, slightly breathless. “I’m gonna need you to speed up” 

“Yes ma’am” Logan shifted his weight onto his knees, pulling her hips down to meet his. She smiled at the shift, excited for what’s to come. Logan’s thrust slowly sped up, increasing to a sloppy pace. He could feel she was close, her pussy clenching around his cock. The room filled with the sound of their pleasure, a symphony of moans from the two of them. 

“L-Logan, I’m gonna-” With a shudder, she came, unravelling around Logan. She bucked her hips into his, eager for him to feel just as good. Logan came with just a few more thrusts, filling her deep inside. Logan pulled Y/N up to him, kissing her roughly as they rode out their highs together. She pulled away from the kiss, leaning her forehead against his. “I-I love you…” 

“I love you too” They sealed their expression with another kiss before a knock on the door interrupted them. Logan groaned. “What is it?” 

“The Professor wants to see you both” Jean's voice rang through the door. Logan groaned, separating himself from Y/N. The two showered and got dressed before making their way to the Professor's office. Tony and Jean were there too. Y/N took a seat in front of the desk and Logan stood behind her. There was a holograph playing security camera footage on Xavier’s desk. 

“We have new intel on who’s running these mutant Widow camps,” the Professor said, turning the holograph around. Y/N’s heart was racing, deep down she knew but she didn’t want to believe it. Those hollow eyes, that evil smile. Staring back at her was her greatest enemy and best friend. The one that groomed her and abused her and made her feel loved and cared for. The person she worried she would bump into all the time, the one that made her feel undeserving of good things. “Her name is Evie Oakley, she’s been running them for the past seven or so years,”

His words sounded muffled like she was underwater. She could hear her heart racing. Gasping for air, she looked at Logan who was saying something to the other men. She wanted to focus on his words but there was a pounding in her head. She looked around the room, trying desperately to focus on something, anything that would bring her back to reality. Jean looked at her before looking back at the men. She was yelling something. Y/N stood up from her seat and started to walk to the door before breaking down in sobs. 

“Worthless!! Replaceable!! Disposable!! Unloveable!!” the words rang through her head over and over. She couldn’t breathe. Someone placed a hand on her shoulder and by reflex she shook it away before noticing it was Logan. 

“Y/N are you okay? What do you need?” She regained her breath, holding tightly onto Logan’s hand. The pounding in her head dissipated. She looked at Logan, focusing on his features, his hazel eyes, his kind smile. She could get through this. She wiped her face from tears and took a deep breath. 

“I need to finish the job”

[bogleech]

i keep wanting to draw anthro maggots but they end up looking like beetle larvae instead- any ideas on how one might stylize a maggot person to make it a little more distinctly A Maggot? it's especially hard to me bc maggots are like THE MOST featureless insect larvae.... which i suppose counts as a defining feature in and of itself- but i dunno. im mostly just curious to hear your approach!!!

Yeah beetle grubs, caterpillars and a lot of other insect larvae have armored heads with complete jaws structures as well as six little legs, plus they often have a defined looking "top" and "bottom" with ridged and wrinkles almost like they got soft armored down their back

But maggots are weird! They streamlined EVERYTHING down to where they have no legs at all, not even vestigial ones, and their body segments almost evolved towards something like radial symmetry by being the same all the way around!

Then there's the fact that they sort of lost most of a "head." Not only is there no exoskeletal cranial case (bug skull) to protect it but there are no jaws and never any eyes; there's just a little hole for drinking liquefied food, a pair of tusk-like hooks for gripping surfaces, and a pair of eye-like knobs that are actually chemosensory (noses)

The weird, tiny walrus-face is totally unique! They don't have any chewing mouthparts because they only need to "drink" the particles of rotting matter they live on, and like adult flies, they help this along by secreting digestive enzymes!

Maggots also have these very distinct, furry looking bands at every segment, which help them grip surfaces like a tire tread or the sole of a shoe. If you compare this photo with the one above you'll also notice how the segments can retract in and out like a telescope!

The last special thing about common maggot anatomy is that they are technically semi-aquatic animals, because maggots evolved to be buried head-first completely in their own food as much as possible and rotten corpses are WET. In order to breathe, maggots have a pair of breathing spiracles on their rear ends, which they try to keep exposed to the air!

There are exceptions to all of this, though; there are species that can be fully aquatic, fully terrestrial, herbivorous, parasitic or predatory, and some ancient fly groups (including mosquitoes!) whose larvae still have fully armored heads and even eyes. Everything above is universal to the maggots you find in rotten stuff though, so what most people think of when they hear the term :) When I designed a hybrid human and blowfly maggot for the Mortasheen setting I deliberately made it look like a doofy cartoon Walrus, and I gave its segments large spines that can be seen in some parasitic maggots, including botflies:

And when I made a maggot character for my webcomic Awful Hospital I designed her like a little spacesuit or a parka (the resemblance to Kenny was an accident)

Actually I don't think I ever shared this most recent "main artwork" of Maggie. I don't know what idea inspiration any of this might provide but basically a maggot is a prickly living sock with fangs. Or I guess from a design and engineering perspective, a maggot is a biological drill. The tiny end starts a hole, the rest of the body is just a flaring cone perfectly equipped to keep making the hole deeper.

[rafayelsgurl]

these dark waters - prologue

summary : the village of greyslew is in deep trouble- crop rotting , finding parts of dead lemurians ashore and not to mention the sudden death of their folk due to mysterious circumstances. being fishermen and pearl catchers, no fishes were getting caught in their nets and oysters they catch never bear any pearls. the godspousing ceremony, a tribute to the legendry lemurian sea god that ensures their abundance, is in shambles as all the girls selected by the village chief are being returned and rejected. but a divine vision lets them know that the only sacrifice the sea god wants is the secluded and feared necromancer that lives at the edge of the forest, with her peculiar coven. only because she is might be the key to mysterious deaths of the lemurians and the humans alike.

pairing : seagod!rafayel x necromancer!reader

genre: romance, muder mystery, arranged marriage/godspousing, reader is a necromancer

notes: i know i said i would upload the prolouge days before but irl stuff happened and caleb's myth came so i was busy guys, i am so sorry for the delay! also its not proofread or edited, so expect spelling and grammer mistakes! i have decided to invent my own terms and items for the story, so it won't follow canon lads story! likes, shares and comments are always appreciated.

♡ masterlist : prologue, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, epilouge

taglist: @nambii

reader's pov

"do you know this is the fifth body we found in the shore?" the panicked tone of the village head did not produce any reaction in me as i stood behind huge oak tree, in a such a way that obscured my entire frame. the wind blew in an ominous way and the tanginess of the salt hung in the air like an impending doom. well that's not too far from wrong since there was a decaying body lying on beach shore now, maggots making it's home around the left over entrails.

"chief, what can we do? the girls we sent for the godspousing ceremony are being returned to us by the sea. i think they are not happy with them. not to mention the villagers are spooked too, about the mounting of dead bodies" another man who was examining the maggot infested corpse spoke, as the chief wiped the beads of sweat away from his forehead, looking nauseous.

"i am sure that damn necromancer must have something to do with these dead bodies. she must have killed them for her own selfish purposes " hearing the chief say this, a small laugh escapes my throat. these villagers never change - blaming every single misfortune on me and my coven, as if i or my coven all had the time in the world to go and kill.

there was a pause on the conversation as the sound of the waves churning made those two go wide eyed with fear. the waves began to lull towards the shore in huge surge, as if it was seeking vengeance. the chief and his helper quickly began to mount the rotten corpse on the back of a wheeler. before they can go back to the village, i step out from the hiding spot, strutting towards them. they turn to my direction , their exhausted expression morphing into dread and disgust as soon as they lay their eyes on me. i offer them a dazzling smile in return.

"what a somber day, isn't it chief?" i say as i slowly move towards both of them. i could see them trying to wheel the dead body and leave the place as fast as they can but was staggering due to weight and fear. internally laughing, i stand there as i watch them struggle and leave the shore towards the village - a mere speck of grey and brown line near the beach. in spite 0f my nonchalant behavior just now, i am cautious about the sudden deaths too. i need to investigate more about what really is happening.

as soon as they are out of my sight, i turn back to the path from where i came, to return to the warmth of my coven. but something in the far wave catches my eye. no something lurking beneath the waves in the distance that is. before i notice what that thing is, a sense of dread creepes up along my spine. i could feel the hair on my skin raising up and drops of sweat appearing. the salty sea breeze blew over a feeling - a feeling of being watched. as if someone or something is waiting for me beneath those murky foam. my eyes scanned the surface of the dark blue-grey waters, and caught a pair of iridescent eyes flash in my direction, before sinking beneath the tumultuous waves.

as i hastily make back to my coven mansion, i realise one thing. the chief might be right - greyslew is in danger from something sinister lurking beneath those waters.

rafayel's pov

this is the third death i have seen in a span of two weeks. immortals like us scattered around , our bones crushed and flesh mutilated was a sight none of us could ever imagined we would lay our eyes on.

'i have to get to the bottom of this malignant murders before i lose anymore of my people.' i think to myself as i clutch the worn out paper in my hands, the one that came like a lending hand from the universe itself. a page from an encyclopedia from the looks of it. i found this coincidentally in front of my yard this morning.

NECROMANCER - MYSTERIOUS PEOPLE WHO CAN SPEAK WITH THE DEAD AND EVEN RISE THEM

the title of the page suddenly struck a chord in me as soon as i saw it ,an hour ago. if a necromancer can speak with the dead, then surely these grisly murders can be solved. or at the very least some clues would come into light.

finding a necromancer is not tough job, since i have heard about rumors from the human village of some girl being accused and sent to outskirts of the town to live due to her being a necromancer. but how to bring that girl here? it would be blasphemy if i kidnap a human. so what should i do?

suddenly a brilliant idea began to form in my head, an idea that would bring that necromancer to Lemuria without any difficulty. I race to find Merith, my friend and owner of the apothecary, my heart high with hope for the first time in a while.

"Merith, i need the Dreamslider Vine you have" i say as i burst into his store.

Merith gives me a convoluated look before he searches for the plant among the tiny glass bottles on the shelf. "My dear man, why do you want it? And why do you have that crazed out look in your face?" he questions slyly as he hands me over the tiny blue vine I asked. A small smile spreads over my mouth as I examine the vine.

"I believe i found a solution"

i will try to upload the next part by next week, irl is really hectic guys! hope eveyone have an amazing day, stay safe & healthy!

[emphasisonthehomo]

since you said you're basing tommy off mario duplantier i went back through all my old concert vids and found some great footage of him from their 2016/2017 tour (i think i saw them three or four times that season) and now i can't stop thinking of tommy drumming with his shirt off :) thanks!

Popstar!au.

Anyways I'm so glad you've mentioned this, because Tommy preferring to drum shirtless is going to be a Theme of Sorts. Also fun fact! Because this is an au, please know that everyone is more tatted up than in canon.

Here's a snippet from early in the fic when Tommy and Buck first meet, and they hammer some stuff out performance wise.

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"Next problem!" Shavonne, Buck's creative director says, “We don’t have wardrobe per-se, but there is a dress expectation. What do you normally wear on stage?”

Shit. Buck hadn’t considered this at all.  

“Uh. Shorts?” Tommy blinks.

“That’s it?” Shavonne looks pained. “No shirt?”

“Sometimes,” Tommy continues with a shrug, “It depends on how hot it is.”

Oh no. Buck cannot have this giant tattooed man half naked on stage.

“I can wear whatever you want me to,” Tommy says, “What would work? Jeans?”

Buck hates how reasonable Tommy’s being. A deep, hypocritical part of Buck also wants to ask what tattoos Tommy has. Buck himself is covered in them, Eddie jokes that he looks like a sticker sheet. But considering Buck can also see what looks like a full color maggot tattooed along Tommy’s wrist, their tastes are polar opposites.

Fuck it. Buck gives into the hypocrisy.

“How gory are your leg tattoos?” Buck asks, looking at Tommy critically.

Tommy’s wince is all the answer they need. 

“No shorts,” Shavonne’s says firmly, “Jeans are good, stick to medium or dark wash. No black, not too distressed. White shirts will be fine.”

“I’ll go shirt shopping after this,” Tommy promises. 

“You don’t own any white shirts?” Shavonne asks the judgmental question Buck’s thinking.

“I have a white Cannibal Corpse shirt,” Tommy says dryly, “Something tells me that won’t fit the dress expectation.”

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And then Buck looks up videos of Tommy performing shirtless out of professional curiosity, and no other reason.

Tommy's white Cannibal Corpse shirt. TW for.... shit associated with Cannibal Corpse. C'mon, let's have common sense.

[dedfly]

Curious question! What is your username supposed to mean? Does it hold something special or not? I'm curious to know the origins :)) 💕

Damn i actually glad you asked because it actually has a history. And to be clear fly here is bit like fly like a bird it's fly an insect

I actually had different usernames while posting art

It goes like

Rot -> corpse worm -> corpse fly/cadaveric fly

And this username is actually Dead fly

So it's basically a transformation from maggot into the fly because i was a preteen then i was worm and now I'm all grown up (kinda)

Yeah it's edgy and stupid but idk i always there drawn to gross stuff like flies and maggots

And fly is my sona too i just rarely post my sona heh

[universallydestinytaco]

*yawn* Is it Halloween yet?

EDIT: So apparently in the Spanish Dub for SF Charlie's girlfriend is named Zoey and I made this post before that info became more well-known and prior I dubbed her as Susan....Zoey is a cute name OMG

Okay, so I’m bored and I wanna yap about a Corpse Bride AU I plan on later making into a fanfic or at least a few comics for Halloween this year, Charlie VanDort is in love with Zoey Everglot but he accidentally proposes to Zombie!Pim who whisks Charlie away to the Land of the Dead for the Honeymoon to die for! Meanwhile Zoey is engaged to the sketchy Mr. Frog who has quite the skeleton in his closet…

Oh yeah and Mr Boss is the Priest of the Undead, Dj Spitz is Bonejangles, Glep is the maggot and Alan is the Spider. Y’know what screw it I’m gonna draw this AU and show it off later ALSO check out this awesome sketch my buddy @zeronighthaze drew for me back in November/December! Please go follow Azuni and @smiling-friends-stories for more awesome SF stuff like this, thanks!!

[hasturs-fanboy-number-one]

ok so my friends and i spent a large amount of time discussing whether the invisible creature can pass the harkness test which led to a discussion of what other non-humans in the podcast can ethically be fucked which led to us categorizing stuff

so i present to you

malevolent fuckability tier list

full transcription, tier explanation and stuff below

MILFS tier - gotta pay respect to the lades: shub, the witch, mother darkness (will add lilith once she gets some action)

there are basically no not fucked up humans on this tier list cos it's a) boring and b) this is a creechurs, places and concepts tier list

everyone above grey area passes the harkness test so they can be ethically and consentualy fucked

onto the tiers!

KIY tier - he's a mandatory entry on everyones sex tourism, seeing as he's being fucked over for four seasons straight, also i'm biased towards my dear wife

FUCK YEAH tier - can give enthusiastic consent and be into it: larson, the moss cave from ep 15, horig, prison guards (if they can be employed they can be fucked), lorick, yorick, grand vizier from ep 40 (the tentacle-face thing that was parroting john), scratch, kayne, the three soldiers, mr faust, the dancers (mentioned in ep 20 as the kings heralds, same logic as the prison guards), malam, the creature from the labyrinth in ep 17, the hand of malevolence (can not speak but is literally a perfect toy and is an object), the trader from the dreamlands, that person that was hiding in the mines on the rafters in ep 27

ZOO BUT IT'S OK ACTUALLY tier - butcher is a dog but that won't stop anyone

HEAR ME OUT tier - it's hot if you're not a coward: the forest from ep 14, the dreamlands desert, the big cave, the ship in the desert from ep 15, the dreamlands as a whole, hyadies, greystone, blackstone, the sandstorm, the plateu, the a-frame ceiling from maries house, the wallussy (ep 41 and whatever glory hole in the tavern arthur was looking through at his past self when kayne was explaining the malevolent cinematic universe in intermenzzo), the fog from ep 8, the crystalizer of dreams

HARKNESS TEST GREY AREA tier - we could not determine if they'd be able to consent due to the states of awareness they're in being unclear: uncle (does not speak and seems to have a child-like behaviour at times), the invisible monster from the mines in s3 (can speak but poorly, might be larsons daughter, unclear if it retains speech once disconnected from the people it feeds on), the wraith from s1 (seems out of it mostly), the things arthur said were similar to the devils from the bible in ep 14 in the forest (not clear on what intelligence they poses), the eye tentacle monster from ep 9 (also unclear)

ZOO tier - creatures that have intelligence closer to that of an animal: the widow from ep 8 (she was a mindless ghoul at that point), the two policeman from ep 9 (and all policeman in general), the thousand young, the hound of tindalos from ep 5 (the fucked up fractal dog), the rats that chased arthur in the hotel in ep 10, the spider from that same hotel, thhe snake-electric eel thing from the boat in the dreamlands ep 15, the maggots (season 5), owlexander (he's sus but until further notice will remain in this category), the worm things taht burrowed in oscars arm in ep 37, the tadpoles from the river/lake from ep 11

NECRO tier - frank (more specifically his corpse in ep 18), mr faust again, the prince (dead and delirious). excluded from this tier were arthurs corpse and parkers corpse for the lack of screenshotable transcriptions

[fenneciplier]

My baby my baby you’re my baby say it to me

REQUESTED BY: It’s complicated, technically all the people who voted him in the poll, and me. WARNINGS: Some foul language, mention of the undead/zombies, mention of maggots, and the necromancer being stinky.

🎆 The Necromancer x Reader dating/romantic headcanons: 🎆

🎆 He doesn't really call you petnames, but he does OCCASIONALLY call you: My Princess / My Prince / My Noble. It doesn’t matter if you’re actually royalty or not.

🎆 Does a deep and serious voice every time he’s “being evil” and even when he’s bossing his servants around. The voice gives him a very commanding and intimidating presence.

🎆 But when he’s not “being evil” or when he’s speaking with you, he stops it. His usual voice is usually very gentle, yet firm.

🎆 He mostly does necromancy, but he also practices the usual wizardry. So expect him to preform little things for you, tricks, summoning gifts, etc..

🎆 He lives in a cave with his undead servants, so unless you wanna be around a bunch of walking corpses all day in a dark cave full of the bones of your boyfriend's enemies, you'll probably not wanna move in.

🎆 Dirty ass. Literally smells like death. He takes baths once a month and he doesn't even use soap. He never brushes his hair it's all stiff and crusty and shit-

🎆 DO NOT TOUCH HIS STUFF! He will put a curse on you.

🎆 He's comically evil but is kinda serious about his evil-doing. He will kidnap a girl and tie her down to train tracks if trains existed in his time- so it's more like he ties her down and causes a stampede to trample her to death.

🎆 A goofball, in a prick type way.

🎆 Be prepared for bullshit, because this man comes with a lot of it.

🎆 He often rants about his servants. “They’re imbeciles” he says, as if they aren’t walking corpses with their brains slowly being eaten by maggots.

🎆 Please keep him from blowing up the kingdom. This man does everything without a second thought. He lacks self doubt, that’s what makes him so dangerous.

🎆 Touch starved little harlet, so give him some time. Ease him into physical contact, be sure to start small! Otherwise he’ll go stiff and just start repeating “don’t touch me”.

🎆 Not really fond of cuddling but does like to hold hands, just be careful with his claws.

🎆 Trace your fingers along his face markings. It’s not makeup, so it won’t smudge, it’s just his skin.

🎆 He’s just a troglodyte. Literally.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Forbidden Fruit Spoils the Fastest

Pairing: Viserys I Targaryen x f!reader Warnings: Crack fic, graphic description of decomposition, smut, mention of death and broken bones. Word count: ~1.2k

Summary: Viserys' chambermaid gets carried away.

Author's note: A request from my boo-bear @em-writes-stuff-sometimes - she wanted Vizzy in his rotting era, so that is what I have delivered. This is a crack fic - please don't read if you are easily offended. Community labels are for cops.

An existence endured in poverty denies you the sight of many things; fine clothing, rare jewels, even a roof over your head. It also stymies the opportunity for rot. Food is so scarce that it is devoured before it ever has the chance to spoil. Disease is rife in Flea Bottom, people pass well before they begin to experience the ravages of old age.

It is only when she finds herself a job within the kitchens of the Red Keep that she ever encounters the wasteful nature of those that live a life of abundance. Fruit, meat and cheese are all left on the side to spoil. She watches in fascination as peaches go soft, the skin wrinkling and collapsing in upon itself. The ghoulish green tinge that tarnishes meat as it lingers for days untouched mesmerises her. The little blue specks that grow upon the cheese seem to have a life all their own.

What isn’t fed to the hounds is simply tossed into the street, where it is either taken away by stray animals, or the poor of King’s Landing. She doubts that those residing within the Keep see a difference between the two.

The cook shrugs. “They will buy more,” he says simply when she enquires as to why so much is thrown away. “Days-old food is not fitting for royalty.”

The sentiment repulses her, yet the decay is fascinating. There is a strange beauty in watching something transform and break down, giving life to mould and maggots, becoming unpalatable.

She is moved from her position in the kitchens to one within Maegor’s Holdfast. With the deterioration of the health of King Viserys, more staff are needed to tend to the care of him.

The smell when she first enters his bedchamber causes her to take a step back. It is as though she has walked into a wall. It is nauseating, akin to the stench of the spoiled meat and fruit that they discard in the kitchens, but infinitely more powerful. Viserys is not ill; he is decomposing, a living corpse.

She is transfixed as she stands over him; he is frail, wasted away as he lays there, his skin mottled in hues of purple and grey. She wonders, if she pushed her fingers against his skin, if it would yield like the flesh of rotted fruit. It’s an arousing thought, but one she is startled from when another chambermaid instructs her that she will need to change the bed linens once the King has been lifted from the mattress.

Her throat runs dry as he is lifted away from the bedsheets, revealing the stain that his prone body has left behind, like the blood that leaches from a rotting venison haunch as it gathers flies. She notes that the scent is familiar as she plucks it from the bed. 

Do his attendants even bathe him anymore, or would his flesh simply slough away from his bones, making stew out of him?

As the weeks press on, she is given more responsibility in caring for Viserys. She is left alone with him once it is felt she can be trusted, tasked with delivering milk of the poppy to him from the Maester.

She takes a sip, allowing the bitter liquid to rest against her tongue for a moment before swallowing and assisting Viserys in drinking the rest, a faint grumble of gratitude escaping his throat as she tips the cup against his parched lips.

“Some for me, and some for you.” She smiles as she feels euphoria wash over her.

The diluted opiate makes the stench more bearable, allowing her to examine him more carefully. He does not speak when she lifts away the golden half mask that covers the right side of his face, simply lays there, barely lucid and groans softly.

The cavernous void in his skull where his eye used to be is a gruesome sight, but she is unable to look away. It’s hypnotic to be able to peer all the way inside of someone’s skull and her fingers twitch with the urge to poke around inside.

She resists, deciding Viserys is likely already in enough pain. It’s probably been an age since he last felt any pleasure. She doubts Alicent has touched him in years and the thought makes her pity him. Does he even have a cock anymore, or is there another gaping hole where it has simply been eaten away to nothing?

Before she has time to think fully about what she is doing, she lifts away the quilt that is laid over him. Nightclothes cover his body, yet she can tell he is in a sorry state. He is skeletal beneath the thin material and, as she pulls it upwards, the flesh not marred by lesions is grey, varicose and wilted.

She holds her breath as she reaches the apex of his rakish thighs, expecting the sight between them to horrify her. She is more shocked by the fact that the rot has yet to spread to this portion of him. It sits flaccid and pale against slightly sagging stones, nestled in sparse curls.

Taking him into her hand, she strokes him softly, her eyebrows raise in surprise when he slowly stirs to life against her palm.

“Once you are too rotten to be King, they’ll throw you away like last week’s pheasant,” she tells him matter of factly, watching as he becomes fully hard. He groans quietly. He’s not the largest she’s ever seen, but what he lacks in length he makes up for in girth. “I may as well give you a good time before that happens. Would you like that?”

“Aemma…” he rasps.

She furrows her brow, annoyance prickling hotly at her skin. “If I’m going to fuck you, you sickly old fool, you could at least use the right name!”

Sighing, she shucks off her small clothes before lifting her skirts and straddling Viserys. She spits into her palm, smearing it between her legs and over his length, positioning him at her entrance and sinking down.

She giggles as his face twists in an expression that is halfway between pain and pleasure, slowly beginning to rock her hips. Her eyes travel over what’s left of his face, attempting to piece together what he might have looked like before he began to waste away.

“I have always wanted to fuck a King,” she murmurs, picking up her pace, buttocks slapping against his thighs. “A pity the rot got to you before I did, but beggars can’t be choosers.”

Moaning softly, she revels in the way Viserys stretches her, her eyes fluttering closed, not caring about the utter depravity of the act she’s committing.

A sickening crack causes her to gasp, feeling something give way beneath her. Viserys lets out a piteous cry of pain and she quickly scrambles off of him, throwing the bedclothes back over him and hurriedly putting her smallclothes back on.

Shit. I’ve broken the poor cunt’s hip.

Panic courses through her, her heart beats wildly against her chest. She rushes from the room, spending the remainder of the day busying herself with laundering sheets and bedclothes, until later that evening the news spreads like wildfire throughout the Keep.

King Viserys has died.

She is unsurprised by the news, smiling to herself as she continues her task of folding a sheet.

At least that rotten old fruit had one last chance to get it wet before being thrown away.

[hazelnut-u-out]

Has anyone come up with an AU where Rick tried to resurrect his Beth and Diane but they’re just horrifying corpses that keep rotting and falling apart, but he loves them anyway?

Idk like I can see him trying to flirt with Diane by brushing her hair behind her ear and her ear just… falls off. Corpse Bride style romance, yk? Maggots in the marital bed type stuff.

(obviously this would only work prior to her being erased, but post bomb explosion)

[cactusisconfused]

Hi!

Cw: descriptions of injuries, death, corpses and implied dissociation.

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There’s something about the image of Ghost standing on a smoking battlefield. The fight ended minutes ago, but his lungs don’t understand that. The corpses surrounding him still look warm- the corpses that are all still together, that is.

There’s one, used to be a young lad. He’s on the ground, his dim eyes half lidded and mouth slightly agape. There’s a large gash in his chest, his ribs treating to fall out as his blood seeps and stains the singed grass beneath him.

Ghost watches as a bunny, with its nose jittering and ears flickering, comes to the corpse, burrowing its way to make a cove inside the mahogany chest- coating the sheer white fur into pristine rose with small bouts of organs for decoration.

A fox comes by, its eyes zeroing in on the body- never the bunny. Why hunt when the creature has a feast for months?

The vultures will come soon and the ants will make their colonies.

Vaguely, Ghost can feel the maggots writhing about on his skin, trying to dig underneath, into his veins, into his bones, into the very molecular atoms that compose his worthless being.

It’s getting cold, he thinks. Maybe.

His radio makes noise. Someone is calling his name. Telling him to come to evac. The missions over.

Ghost wonders if the maggots will make their way through the radio as well.

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Uh idk what this is to be real. I just wanted to write something descriptive and gory cause it’s ✨October✨

Also, also, sorry that my stuff has been a bit short lately, running a little low on ideas :)