#partially muscled skeleton day

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Happy Partially Muscled Skeleton Day everyone.

May you all enjoy a good scream for 30 seconds before vanishing.

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I still can't get over that 30 second vocal solo from the Nov 14th Cyndi Lauper concert

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brrrrr (/pos)

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Writing Notes: Stages of Decomposition

The decomposition process occurs in several stages following death:

Pallor mortis

Algor mortis

Rigor mortis

Cadaveric spasm

Lividity

Putrefaction

Decomposition

Skeletonization

PALLOR MORTIS

The first stage of death.

Occurs once blood stops circulating in the body.

The cessation of an oxygenated blood flow to the capillaries beneath the skin causes the deceased to pale in appearance.

In non-Caucasians, the pallor may appear to develop an unusual hue; the skin will lose any natural lustre and appears more waxen.

Occurs quite quickly, within about 10 minutes after death.

ALGOR MORTIS

The cooling of the body after death.

The cooling process will be influenced by many factors, including the deceased’s clothing, or whether they are covered with bed linen such as blankets or duvets.

The body will typically cool to the ambient room temperature, but this alters if there is heating in the room or if there is a constant draught cooling the body.

RIGOR MORTIS

Can occur between 2 and 6 hours after death.

Factors including temperature can greatly affect this.

Caused by the muscles partially contracting, and the lack of aerobic respiration means that the muscles cannot relax from the contraction, leaving them tense, subsequently resulting in the stiffening we associate with rigor mortis.

This stage typically begins in the head, starting with the eyes, mouth, jaw and neck, and progresses right through the body.

The process is concluded approximately 12 hours after death (although, again, certain variables may occur) and lasts between 24 and 72 hours depending on circumstances.

Contrary to popular belief, rigor mortis is not a permanent state and is in fact reversed, with the muscles relaxing in the same order in which they initially stiffened.

The reversing process also takes approximately 12 hours, when the body returns to its un-contracted state.

It is possible to ‘break’ rigor mortis by manipulating and flexing the limbs. This is usually done by undertakers, pathologists or crime scene investigators who are attempting to examine or move a body – or by a murderer trying to hide their victim in the closet or the boot of a car.

CADAVERIC SPASM

A phenomenon that can be misinterpreted as rigor mortis.

The instantaneous stiffening of the body (most commonly the hands) following a traumatic death.

Unlike rigor mortis, the stiffening of the affected limb is permanent and is not reversed, causing the deceased to maintain the rigidity until such time as putrefaction causes breakdown of the particular muscle group.

Examples:

The deceased following an air crash were later discovered still clutching their seatbelts or arm rests in a final, desperate act of survival.

In a drowning case, the victim was discovered with grass from the riverbank still grasped in their hand.

Perhaps the most famous case of cadaveric spasm involves the rock band Nirvana’s lead singer, Kurt Cobain. Cobain reportedly committed suicide in April 1994. His body was discovered a few days after his death with a shotgun wound to the head, and tests revealed he had large traces of heroin in his system. He was reportedly discovered still clutching the gun in his left hand, due to cadaveric spasm. However, a great deal of controversy surrounds the veracity of this latter assumption, and indeed the cause of his death, with many people insisting and attempting to prove that he died as the result of foul play rather than suicide.

LIVIDITY

Also known as livor mortis, hypostasis, or suggillation.

Once blood can no longer circulate, it will gravitate towards the lowest point of the body.

Example: A supine body will display pinkish/purple patches of discoloration where the blood has settled in the back and along the thighs.

Occurs about 30 minutes after death, but will not necessarily be noticeable until at least 2 hours afterwards as the pooling process intensifies and becomes visible, finally peaking up to between 8 and 12 hours later.

Once it is complete, the lividity process cannot be reversed.

Therefore a body discovered lying on its side, but with staining evident in the back and shoulders, must have been moved at some point from what would have been a supine position at the time of death.

It is worth noting that if the body has had contact with the floor, a wall or other solid surface, lividity would not occur at the points of contact as the pressure would not allow the blood to seep through the capillaries and pool. The specific area of pressure will be the same colour as the rest of the body and a pattern of contact may well be evident.

PUTREFACTION

Derives from the Latin putrefacere, meaning ‘to make rotten’.

The body becomes rotten through the process known as autolysis, which is the liquefaction of bodily tissue and organs and the breakdown of proteins within the body due to the increased presence of bacteria.

The first visible sign is the discoloration of the skin in the area of the abdomen.

Bacteria released from the intestine cause the body to become bloated with a mixture of gases; over time these will leak out, and the smell will intensify to unbearable proportions.

Typically, this will attract flies that will lay eggs, which develop into maggots.

Bloating is most evident in the stomach area, genitals and face, which can become unrecognizable as the tongue and eyes are forced to protrude due to the pressure of the build-up of gases in the body.

At this stage, the body will also begin to lose hair.

The organs typically decompose in a particular order: starting with the stomach, followed by the intestines, heart, liver, brain, lungs, kidney, bladder and uterus/prostate.

Once all the gases have escaped the skin begins to turn black: this stage is called ‘black putrefaction’.

As with all the other stages of death so far, the rate of putrefaction depends on temperature and location. A body exposed to the air above ground will decompose more quickly than a body left in water or buried below ground.

During putrefaction, blistering of the skin and fermentation can also occur:

Fermentation - a type of mould that will grow on the surface of the body. This mould appears white, and is slimy or furry in texture. It also releases a very strong, unpleasant, cheesy smell.

As the putrefaction process comes to an end, fly and maggot activity will become less, which leads to the next stage.

DECOMPOSITION

The body is an organic substance comprising organisms that can be broken down by chemical decomposition.

If the body is outside, any remains that have not been scavenged or consumed by maggots will liquefy and seep into the surrounding soil.

Thus when the body decomposes it is effectively recycled and returned to nature.

SKELETONIZATION

The final stage of death is known as ‘dry decay’, when the cadaver has all but dried out: the soft tissue has all gone and only the skeleton remains.

If the cadaver is outside, not only is it exposed to the elements but it also becomes food for scavengers such as rats, crows or foxes.

As the remains are scavenged, the body parts become dispersed so it is not unusual to find skeletal remains some distance from where the body lay at the point of death.

The way in which skeletal remains are scattered in such cases is of interest to archaeologists, and is referred to as taphonomy.

Where a body has lain undiscovered at home for a period of time it has also been known for family pets, typically dogs, to feed on the body. The natural instinct of a pet is to attempt to arouse the deceased by licking them, but once it gets hungry, its survival instinct will take over and it will consider the body as little more than carrion: it will act with the same natural instinct as a scavenger in the wild, which will feed on any corpse, be it animal or human, if it is starving.

Obviously the number of pets, the body mass of the deceased and the time lapse before the body is discovered will influence to what extent it has been devoured.

For further research on the stages of decomposition and the factors that affect it, look up body farms. These are medical facilities where bodies are donated for research purposes so scientists can specifically observe the decomposition process. However, be aware that some of the images are quite graphic.

Source ⚜ More: References ⚜ Autopsy ⚜ Pain & Violence ⚜ Injuries Bereavement ⚜ Death & Sacrifice ⚜ Cheating Death ⚜ Death Conceptions

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Happy Partially Muscled Skeleton Stands By The Perimeter Fence And Screams For Thirty Seconds Before Vanishing day for all who celebrate

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Twst Fae Headcanons [Dwarves and Pixies]

(The pixie headcanons also tie into an oc lore, so the girl named as an example is not a character you have missed. Don’t worry)

Dwarves:

Dense bones to protect from falling debris. Thicker skulls to protect the brain.

Their eyes are also BIG compared to a human. It gives them a bit of an uncanny look. Their size assists with seeing in the dark, and similarly to some species, can dilate their pupils on command.

They’re very stocky on average. Lots of muscle mass and more body fat compared to the average human. This paired with the dense skeleton makes them surprisingly heavy.

Adding on to the above, they’re very strong. They can easily carry heavy objects around.

Rather than being specifically nocturnal or diurnal, I think they’d be crepuscular. They’re classified as diurnal fae, but not biologically.

There’s a lot of negative stereotypes about them being like children physically and mentally (basically canon but I think it should be expanded on)

They typically range from ~2’9 to just over four feet tall.

Not similar to the canon fae we’ve seen, they have pretty slow metabolisms.

Their lifespans are shorter than most fae, but longer than humans. I hc 150-200.

They can go quite a while on little oxygen.

Pixies:

A lot more insect like in my hc.

Their irises are incredibly big with no visible pupil. Black is the most common to give that big wet bug eyes look.

Their eyes are also large compared to humans.

Most pixies will have white scleras behind their eyelids though. Shimmer can give the anxious dog side eye.

Unlike the dwarves stocky build, pixies are long and slender. Very little body fat or muscle mass. Not many curves either. Especially since they have no breast tissue in my hc.

Long limbs, necks and fingers/toes.

They’re ovoviviparous or oviparous depending on the size. Smaller pixies will lay eggs, similar to many types of merfolk, with only one or two making it to term.

Some craft pixies will have insect like protrusions on their limbs.

They’re also very flexible for in air movement.

They have a huge height range. They can be a few centimetres to over 3 feet depending on the type.

They live a wide range of lifespans, too. Smaller pixies live similar lifespans to humans, and larger pixies can live for several centuries.

Pixies can’t swim, similarly to their untwisted counterpart.

Pixie dust/fairy dust is partially fae made, partially produced by their bodies. It has similar uses and properties to magestones.

Similar to other fae we’ve seen, they have a VERY fast metabolism. They’re like hummingbirds. They constantly eat high calorie foods because of how fast they burn energy. Adding onto the hummingbird metaphor, their tongues are very long to reach flower nectar.

Pixie diets are high sugar and fat, including honey, nectar, meats, fruits, and milk if they can trade for it. Surprisingly they can digest milk, despite not being able to produce it.

I go with the hc they don’t produce milk because of the fact that Lilia brings up most fae are raised on nectar.

They use the bells because their vocal cords physically can’t produce the sounds used in the common language.

When preserving energy, they’ll switch from hovering with their wings to hovering with magic and vice versa.

Pixies do not have the same amount of rights as humans do in most countries outside of the faelands. In canon, their dust that allows them to function and live properly is trafficked and played off as a joke, and they are attacked and kicked out of their homes for a school camping trip. They’re also referred to as ‘familiars’ and made to do menial labour. Ok JKR.

There’s also canon disabilities in the pixie hollow series that I draw inspiration from!

I have more hcs for the separate types of pixies but that’s for another day o7

[frenchbreads-writing]

My spark is slowly returning

I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Ghost x Male Reader

Words: 516

Warning(s): None

Requests: Open

You sat in front of Simon on the small bed of his room just watching him with a fond look as he idly sharpened a knife. The look of concentration in his eyes through the holes of his mask, admiring the way his hands moved deftly, dragging the whetstone against the blade with quick even strokes filling the silence with the sound of a dull scraping noise.

Simon paused for a moment turning the blade in his hand to examine his work before sliding it in its sheath setting both the whetstone and knife on the small nightstand.

That’s when he finally noticed your staring.

“I got something on my face?”

You chuckled.

“Something like that.”

You shuffled closer until you were next to him and held out your hand.

It’s taken a long time for Simon to come to terms with his feelings for you and even longer to allow any type of physical affection but you were patient and understanding as he struggled to be vulnerable, something he was immensely grateful for.

So you were patient as he paused for a moment simply staring at your outstretched hand mentally debating before hesitantly placing his gloved hand in yours.

You felt the weight of his hand in yours, giving it a firm squeeze. He was tense, partially due to his lack of experiencing physical contact and from the long day he’s had.

You were cautious about touching him, treating him akin to a wild animal, beautiful but easily startled.

Moving slowly you gently massaged the gloved exterior of the back of his hand.

You brought your hands to his wrist gently hooking your fingers under his skeleton patterned glove, pausing and looking up at him silently asking permission.

He swallowed thickly and nodded watching as you pulled the glove off replacing it with your hands going back to massaging now able to fully feel the warmth of your hands on his.

Simon sighed in relief at your touch, slowly releasing some of his tension in his features, relaxing enough to allow you to maneuver his hand so you could press both thumbs into the palm of his hand, his shoulders sagging slightly as you worked the muscle of his palm and the aching joints of each of his fingers.

You noted every scar and callus that littered his skin making sure to get every possible Inch that you could and Simon had never felt something so good, letting out soft sighs and groans when you pressed down on a particularly sore spot on his hand.

He had never realized that his hands harbored so much pain and tension enough that a simple massage made him almost boneless.

You paused briefly to look up at Simon who has his eyes closed enjoying your touch but feeling you stop he opened them.

“You enjoying this Simon?”

“Very.”

You chuckled, and he watched as you brought his hand to your mouth pressing a soft kiss to the palm of his hand before moving to take a hold of his other one.

“Then I guess I should keep going.”

And since you asked so nicely:

@islandfrogeery here you go

[blub-blub-bish]

Zombie Kenny, but every time he dies, he comes back and slowly becoming a zombie again

A very much self indulgent, Kenny centered, zombie au idea. Aka, a long ass idea that over uses the word “which “ and “HOWEVER “

Long ass idea below cut vvv

Basically, Kenny, who can’t stay dead, got bit in the zombie apocalypse. the first time he got bit, he became a normal zombie, like usual. After around a week, he lost consciousness and ended up in the afterlife.in hell he watched his body, still roaming around on earth, and thought “ oh, this must be it. I’m dead. For good.” Not really sure if he should feel sad or happy, but he’s dead for good. Right?

WRONG.

When his body, that for some reason decompose faster than others, decomposed enough and dies, he came back a normal human. HOWEVER, his body is slowly decomposing again, which has pros and cons.

The pros:

•He’s practically immune, considering he’s like…partially a zombie already

•The zombies think he’s one of them, so now, He can walk through a zombie horde or just wander around without getting chased and shit.

•He doesn’t need much sleep. He only needed around 2 hours of sleep to last 2 days, making him a great night guard.

•Cthulhu took pity on him and decided he would respawn around his allies every time he dies.

•He’s very light, people could pick him up like those school skeleton models and just carry him around.

The cons:

•His body is literally deteriorating, which hurts like a bitch. He feels constantly like he’s slowly dying (which he is)

•Because his body deteriorates over time, at some point, his body is wayyy too weak to function. So he had to either, kill himself, or wait until the virus kill him. Which can take months.

•He usually already have to kill himself every 2 weeks. If he does it over 2 weeks, he would literally lose control over his own body.

•When he lost control over his body (over 2 weeks), he is still conscious. But like watching a movie, he can’t do anything. Just watch. That’s why when he starts to feel like he’s loosing control over his own body, he kills himself.

•After finding allies, he would ask someone he trusted to make sure to kill him if he went over the 2 weeks mark. His allies usually remind him when this happens.

•After a week , he can’t cook for others. 1, because his tongue is usually dead, so he doesn’t taste shit, and 2, because his skin starts to peel, which might fell into the food. Which sucks because my headcanon is that his love language is cooking for others.

•Speaking of food, my guy could only eats meat and chocolate.

• If he doesn’t eat for over a day, he would literally go crazy and bite any meat (human, animal, don’t matter) which would turn the thing that he bites into zombies.(if he doesn’t eat the whole thing)

• The meat and muscles in his body rots, so he smells like shit all the time :v. Mf have to practically bathe in perfume so he doesn’t smell like a corpse.

———-

Why does his body still deteriorates you may ask?

Because Im the writer and I say so./j

The somewhat more logical explanation of that is because he was still conscious for a while after he got bit, aka his body is still somewhat alive. If only the zombies ate him, he would have been able to comeback normal. But they didn’t. So now he had to live with his curse. Womp womp

“Oh, but his curse make people forget he died.” Yes. People still forget that he died. HOWEVER, they still remember that he got bit. They still remember him saying he can’t permanently die and genuinely believe him when he started to look like an actual zombie. Like, his skin starts peeling, his meat and muscles starts rotting (which he usually rips out with a knife bc it smells like shit. Ripping it out also slowed the deterioration process), and bone LITERALLY showing on his arms and legs, yet he still have control over his body.

When he kill himself, he usually comes back after 2-3 days, but if the virus kills him, aka the virus taking over, giving him around 3 very, VERY, painful months, he would come back around a month or 2 . Basically recovering mentally and physically in the afterlife.

Basically, his life sucked for the rest of his existence. Even satan and Damian took pity on him, but they can’t really do anything considering his curse is in Cthulhu’s hands.

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Happy partially muscled skeleton day tumblr!!

[cybermax]

Tumblr Holidays.

Need a list of the tumblr holidays and dates.

January 29. Threshold day. (star trek voyager)

March 10th Super Mar10 Day.

March 15th ides of March.

April 13. This day just pisses me off (meme)

April 14. Sinking of the Titanic.

April 25 Perfect Date.

April 30. It’s gonna be May.

Tuesday the 22nd. Varies month to month and year to year.

Someone balls day. Dont remember the date but I do remember seeing it a few times. Something about twitter.

June 25. Happy Yuri Day to all who celebrate.

July 11 Dashcon Memorial Day.

July 14. Man died eating Library Paste day.

July 17th. What a Night. (Mama Mia)

July 20th. Moon Landing

Spoopy season. Anywhere from March to March it seems sometimes. Yearly.

August 18th = their taking the hobbits to  Isengard day.

August 24th. National Knife day

August 30th, 2024 The Bell riots day.

September 1st Badger, Badger, Badger, Mushroom, Mushroom day.

September 2nd. You know I had to do em day.

September 21st = A day to remember

September 22nd Happy Hobbit Day! Happy Birthday Bilbo and Frodo Baggins!

September 23. Little Shop of Horror’s day.

September 24th. Gritty’s birthday. (September 24,2019)

September 25th Outpizza the hut kids birthday (September 24,2024)

October 3 (mean girls)

November 1st. 364 days till halloween

November 5 Detielputineelection Day.

Also Guy Fawkes day. AKA V for vendetta day.

November 10th. There’s a Circulatory system walking through the kitchen day.

November 14th. Partially Muscled Skeleton Stands By The Perimeter Fence And Screams For Thirty Seconds Before Vanishing day.

November 16th Knife-Wielding Tentacle’s birthday.

I know there are others. Help me out people.

[doctorhouse5343]

Kiss Me (Until My Lips Fall Off) Chapter 1

"Sire, we have captured the foul bea-" Morpheus lifted his upper body off the bed that he was lying on in a elegant manner, the ruby encrusted jewels on his rosy nipples with delicate golden chains attached to them proudly on display for the captain of the royal guard standing before him "What is it that you have captured, Matthew?" The king asked, raising an eyebrow as he sat up "Speak up, you have my full attention" He added, his tone a warning in itself as his satyr lover gave the poor man a deadly glare that prompted him into getting on with it "My apologies, your majesty..I meant to say that we have successfully apprehended the creature that has been terrorizing the town folk".

That information made the raven haired ruler stare in bewilderment, skepticism in his tone as he asked "Where is the monster held up at the moment and what fate do you have planned for it?" Matthew puffed his chest in pride as he answered his majesty "He is currently kept in chains in the dungeons where he will remain until he will be executed at dawn, your highness" Morpheus pondered for a moment, getting off the lavish bed as he began to put on a sheer blue robe, brushing his long black hair back as he spoke "Take me to the dungeons, I want to see the cursed thing myself before his life ends". The guard tried to protest, to tell him to reconsider but the king's voice silenced him "You dare defy your king, Matthew? You seem to forget whom it is you have sworn allegiance..perhaps I shall let Hob refresh your memory" His voice a dark velvet as he gave the brown eyed satyr sitting by his side a warm look, his pale hand stroking his bearded cheek tenderly "One word, and your blood will be spilled by his magnificent horns". The guard shook his head, swallowing thickly at the threat "Of course sire, I shall not do so again. Right this way, your majesty" The ravenette smirked, running a hand through the thick hairs on his satyr's chest as he whispered in his ear "Fret not, lover of mine, for I shall return to our chambers at nightfall for another evening of unbridled passion" The king's words and touch brought out a whine out of the goat man as he watched his raven haired love  follow Matthew outside of the royal chambers.

The pair went down several flights of stairs to reach the dungeon, were supposedly the elusive beast that had been responsible for the deaths of several villagers in the last month was held captive. The creature seemed to be hunting them for their hearts, tearing it out with it's maw before leaving the rest to the vultures. There were a few who had sworn that they have seen a pair of blue glowing eyes staring out of the forest, others have claimed to have witnessed a large white wolf running by and despite the several attempts made to capture it, the large canine continued on with its onslaught, leaving carnage wherever it went..until now. The guard lead the king into the dungeon, marching towards the cell that contained the monster "Be careful, your majesty : he has tried multiple times to break free" Morpheus merely nodded as he heard the warning, stepping inside the cell before standing in front of something that left him bewildered. "Are you certain that this is the one responsible for the slaughter?" He asked, taking in the sight of the man whose arms were bound with chains : skin of a grayish black with a white, full-body tattoo of a skeleton (starting as a half-skull on his face), a tall frame that was lanky but decently muscled and long tangled white hair that partially hid eyes of a bright blue. When the ruler began to take a closer look at the chained creature, the royal guard began to fidget with his armor as he stared on nervously "It is him, Sire, we found him near a lake. He was devouring the heart of the stable boy who went missing a day ago". The werewolf  hadn't uttered a word during the exchange, instead he growled as his wild eyes were focused on the dark haired man that analyzed him from head to toe though the sound that had left his blood-stained lips died out when his chin was lifted by the raven haired lord's pale hand, the look in those beautiful eyes of his compelling him to obey.

The chained man remained silent as he felt the delicate but firm hand slowly trail down his neck to touch the worn out collar clasped around it, the medal on it bearing a name that he hadn't used in a while "Hobo Heart" The king read out loud, turning his attention to the prisoner "That is your name, correct?" When the white haired man nodded in reply, Morpheus turned his attention towards the frightened captain of the royal guard "Release him from these shackles, tell the servants to run him a warm bath and prepare him a set of clothes to wear" The guard was about to protest but stopped, he knew that it would be foolish to question the king once again so it was with a shaky voice that he asked "Is there anything else that you need be done, my king?" The king smiled, his thumb stroking the cold cheek of the confused beast chained in his presence "Send out measurements of this fiend's neck to the best jeweler of the kingdom, let him know that King Morpheus requires a collar encrusted with the finest of rubies, adorned with a medallion that is just as tasteful with the words 'Hobo Heart, Royal Pet Of King Morpheus' engraved in it". Matthew gasped in shock, had his king fallen to madness? But his majesty only smiled still as he looked at him "Afterall, a royal pet must be displayed as such for the entire kingdom to marvel at. Now go, take him alongside you and notify the others of my decision at once" A quick nod and soon, Hobo Heart was dragged off to be prepared for his new life as the pet of the dark king, who was quite happy to have been disturbed : he had gained a new toy to play with. When he was certain that his orders were carried out, he returned to his chambers to spend another amorous evening with his wild lover, not yet understanding how difficult his new pet would prove himself to be.

With a pleased sigh, Morpheus buried his face in the crook of his lover's neck, covering it with kisses as he relaxed in his embrace. He then rested his head on the satyr's well furred chest, eager to sleep by his side until he was interrupted by the sound of the doors of his chambers being opened frantically, as if the person was in a state of panic. With a scowl, the king raised his head with the intention to tell Matthew to leave at once but stopped himself : the one who stood before him was Jessamy, his favorite maid "Jessamy, what has happened?" He asked in a soft tone that he rarely used, the fear in the young woman's eyes worried him. The sweet maid took a few seconds to calm down, inhaling a deep breath before speaking "It's your pet, sire...He is attacking the guard Corinth, trying to gouge out his eyes" The information made the raven haired male sigh as he got up, straightening his robe as he looked at her, concerned still for her well-being "Has he hurt you in anyway?". The servant shook her head, fidgeting with her hands as she explained what had happened : the werewolf was behaving quite well during his bath but that quickly changed when one of the servants present tried to untangle his hair, resulting in him growling and trying to claw anyone that got too close.

The guards were summoned soon after as an attempt to calm the creature but even that didn't work so it was decided that the king must be alerted at once and since the maiden was more favored by his highness, the task went to her. She took a deep breath after briefing her king, before adding "Sir Matthew suspects that Hobo Heart might have been acting oddly because he wanted your presence, sire". Morpheus raised an eyebrow in amusement, the idea of his new pet craving his attention already was adorable though he was certain that the reason was more simple than that "Then let us go see what my beloved pet requires at the moment, Jessamy. I am certain that your presence along with mine will surely have a soothing effect on his agitated nerves" The king gave his sleeping lover a tender kiss before walking out of the chambers once more in the directions of the room were the bathtub was kept in, with his favorite maid at his side.

"Stop laughing and do something already, Mervyn!" The captain of the royal guard scowled at the older man as he tried to pull the blonde guard away from the feral beast, who did not relent his attacks : sinking his claws under Corinth's eyes, trying to drag them upwards to reach his target all the while growling in fury when he wasn't successful. "Enough, Hobo Heart! Let go of Corinth at once, this is not a request" The king's authoritative voice soon made the werewolf let go of his prey, letting out a small whine as he sat down in the tub full of water with a pitiful look on his face. All but Morpheus were shocked at how quickly the wild man obeyed the words given to him but what was more surprising was seeing their ruler walk towards the creature before kneeling next to him, speaking to him with tenderness "You lashed out, not because you were requesting my presence, but because you were in pain. The servant who tried to brush your hair pulled on a knot too hard, causing you to react poorly. Is that right, my pet?".

To the surprise of the guards and the royal staff, the werewolf spoke "Yes, it hurt when they tried to brush my hair. They went too hard" Hobo Heart's eyes were downcast, remorseful as his king lifted his chin gently "If Jessamy were to take care of your hair from now on, will you behave and treat her with the same respect that you give me?" The ravenette asked softly, brushing his thumb against the cold skin of his pet's cheek, smiling as he saw the snow white haired male nod. "Good. Matthew, take Corinth to the medic bay to treat his wounds. As for you all, besides Jessamy, leave. She and I will take it from here henceforth" All murmurs of protests died at the sight of their lord's eyes staring them down and it was only when it was the three of them left in the room that he allowed himself to relax, smiling as he removed his robes in front of an awed Hobo Heart. "Would it be alright with you, my darling pet, if I were to join you? I am afraid that my..activities have rendered me sore" He said with a smirk, stepping into the bathtub when his question was answered with a small nod, smiling as the blue eyes of the creature were focused on the jewelry adorning his nipples.

The rest of the evening went on without a fuss and just as Morpheus predicted, his maid soon became the werewolf's favorite person in the castle (besides him of course) : he stood still when she styled his long white hair in a elegant plait and dressed him in a silken lace dress that was red with billowy sleeves and had a plunging neckline that would compliment the gift he would receive soon. His eyes were then lined with red Kohl to make them stand out and ears were adorned with hanging clip-on earrings, studded with garnets and rubies : the king's royal pet was truly a marvel to look at, all that he needed was one final touch to let the whole kingdom know of that fact.

"Stand up, my pet" Hobo Heart's obedience made the king's face smile in pride as he opened an ornate box to reveal a dazzling collar encrusted with fine rubies with a heart shaped medallion bearing the words 'Hobo Heart, Royal Pet Of King Morpheus'. The werewolf's eyes were wide in shock, it was clearly handmade and must have cost a fortune, but when he tried to protest and say that his old worn out collar would suffice plenty, the ruler brushed his concerns aside "A king's werewolf deserves something that shows off it's position to the whole kingdom as a symbol of pride, for you my dear pet are more than worthy of that title" The king smiled as his new pet let him put the collar around his beautiful neck, stroking his cheek after he was done "Good boy, you have been good today, despite the attack you did to one of my guards" He murmured in the male's ear, chuckling at his expression as he attached a bedazzled leash to the loop of the collar "Come, my pet, to the dinning hall were you will have hearts and many more delicacies to feast on. You must be hungry after all of this, hmmm?" The eager nod that the white haired pet gave earned a smile from the ruler, who lead him out of the dressing room into the hallway by holding his leash, the pair unaware of the satyr watching from a distance with a scowl on his face. 

Hob stared a bit more before deciding to follow them to get to the bottom of this situation, eventually the three of them arrived at their destination. While Morpheus was seated and was enjoying fruits, his pet was knelt onto the ground at his side and feasting on a fresh heart. The sight made the satyr recoil in disgust but his attention shifted as he heard his lover call out to him "My darling Hob, oh I have missed you" The words were said with so much love and devotion that the goat man had forgotten his anger, going to his dark haired beauty to lavish him with kisses under the calm gaze of the werewolf. "My dear Hob, this is Hobo Heart, my new werewolf pet. He is also yours to play with, if you ever wished to" The satyr frowned a bit at his lover's words, he hardly could see himself enjoying the presence of a rival in his territory but out of love for his king he simply said "I might in the future but not right now, I'm a bit tired from our activities, you know?" Hob tried his best to be kind to the pet but his nerves couldn't handle the look of adoration that Hobo Heart gave Morpheus as he rested his cheek in the offered palm. The sight itself brought out an inhuman shriek out of the satyr's lips as he soon headbutted the werewolf, which soon lead to a fight that gave the king no other choice but to separate the pair. The two were glaring at eachother even as they were brought to their respective room, both vowing to destroy one another when the chance would strike.

[gentaman]

Happy "Partially Muscled Skeleton Stands by the Perimeter Fence and Screams for Thirty Seconds" day!

[direwombat]

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here's the intro to the scene directly after this halloween treat i posted of syb getting bit and her transformation. she's havin' a normal one. tw for emetophobia

Sybille comes to consciousness to the light of dawn filtering through the canopy of leaves overhead. 

Her head is pounding, a throbbing pain trapped inside her skull, and she winces as she hesitantly cracks her eyes open. She lets out a groan. The world is overwhelmingly bright. Most of the trees in the county are still changing colors, but here in the mountains, a good number have started to shed their leaves. What little shade they can provide, it isn’t enough to spare the burning to her eyes. 

She lies on the ground, naked as the day she was born, and covered in dirt and blood. She sits up and presses her palm to her forehead, and the second she does, her body is set alight with pain. Every muscle screams at her with an ache so deep that it goes down to the marrow of her bones. Shallow cuts and scratches are littered across her body, from the soles of her bare feet to the blood trickling down her cheek. Yet, while the pain flashes white-hot through her, she’s also fucking freezing. The hair on her arms and back of neck stand on end and through chattering teeth, her breath comes out in visible puffs in front of her. A violent shudder rolls through her, her body desperately trying to ward off the chill.

“Jesus Christ,” she moans, and she runs her hand through her hair, knocking loose leaves, twigs, and pine needles. The sweet, coppery tang of blood sits heavy on the back of her tongue and in her throat, and as she runs her tongue over her teeth — normal teeth — she finds sinewy bits of meat stuck between them.

Her stomach clenches and heaves at the realization and she rolls over onto her hands and knees to expel the rising bile. Only it isn’t just her own stomach acid that splatters onto the forest floor below her. An inordinate amount of blood and chunky pieces of partially digested meat and viscera splash below her. Her throat burns and her eyes sting, prickling with tears, as more and more blood erupts from her mouth. Jesus Christ, this all can’t be hers, can it?

It ain’t. Just deer’s blood.

She gasps her way through the dry-heaves once she’s expelled the last of it from her stomach, grimacing at what appears to be flecks of bone floating in the pool beneath her. Her belly aches, empty and cramping, and she spits a thick, foamy pink wad onto the ground.  Wiping the blood and spittle dripping off her chin, she takes a moment to catch her breath. Ragged pants eventually even out into deeper, rasping inhalations that actually fill her lungs. 

“Okay,” she wheezes. “We’re okay…we’re okay…”

She lifts her head — to take in her surroundings and get her bearings — but as she does, she’s met with the bloody carcass of an elk right in front of her. Its belly is ripped wide open, with its entrails spilling out onto the ground. Dead, milky white eyes stare back at her, and a fly crawls right over one of them, pausing directly on the eyeball to clean itself of the blood on its little insect legs. 

The kill is fresh. No more than an hour or two old. The blood and body are still warm, and the distinctive stench of rot has yet to set in, although she can definitely tell that it’s beginning to sour.

It’s almost a shame to let so much meat go to waste. 

And then she catches the chunky bits of meat sitting in her vomit-blood and the color drains from her face. All signs point to the poor elk being killed by an animal — wolves — but why would they abandon their prey instead of bringing pieces back to their pack? And why would they have let her get so close to such a fresh kill? Why the fuck did she, in what she can only assume was a fugue state, feel compelled to partake in feeding off this kill?

And why does she have the urge to press her fingers into the gaping wound and lick the thick, clotting blood off her fingers?

She shakes her head to free the thought. The dizziness is enough of a distraction to drown out the intrusive thought, but not to quiet it entirely. She’s so thirsty. She’s so hungry. 

She was hungry last night, too, wasn’t she?

Her head throbs again, and she crawls over to a nearby tree to lean against as she shakily rises to her feet. Pressing her hand to her forehead again, she screws her eyes shut, trying to recall the events of last night. The fuck happened?

She remembers dicking around at the office with Joey. 

She remembers Nancy patching a call through to her desk phone. 

She remembers Jacob’s voice on the other end. “One of my workers didn’t show up for the final check-in…no one’s been able to get a hold of him…we rounded up a search party…he’s stew meat now.”

She remembers driving up to the Veterans Center, only to find the place empty. And then…

And then…

Christ, what happened after that? Her jaw clenches, trying to focus on her memories, but all she gets is a blur of emotions. Fear, pain, rage, and then, eventually, hunger. 

Hunger…

God, she’s so hungry her gums ache. 

But her stomach can wait. She needs to find her way back to the Veterans Center and get back to her cruiser. She needs to let the Sheriff’s Department know what’s going on. Let them know about last night. 

She needs to let Eli know she’s alright. 

Shit, where are her clothes?

[thelemoncoffee]

space fae au shit? what ho?

yeah i got bored and kinda played with Shuichi's species a bit for funsies. it's not much different than it was originally, but there are some changes to the guy. i also got kinda better-ish at drawing skeletons (not really- don't take that as anatomically correct it's so bad please)

anywho here's some stuff about his species' anatomy

they're from a Desert-Savannah-like planet, and thus they evolved to have snowshoe-like flat feet to better handle standing atop loose sand and stones 24/7. the flatness also helps with sensing small vibrations beneath the sand

their claws are designed primarily to dig, as their primary food source is bugs that burrow beneath the sands and stones. they aren't as hard as Terran animal claws are thought, rather they're flexible enough to curl almost like fingers (more restricted but sill flexible)

The species is primarily bipedal, but are fully capable of walking on all fours thanks to their actually smooth transition to bipedalisim (unlike humans). as pups they start out as quadrupedal instead of crawling around due to this, and learn to stand up later in life

they have two tails- kinda. their Primary tail does exactly what tails are suppose to do- assist with balance. their secondary tails or "false tails" are actually more like if an arm and a tail fused together.

false tails have all the flexibility of a normal tail, but have a hand like appendage at the end that acts like a claw machine claw. the false tail hand is relaxed when closed tight, and opening the claws on it tenses the muscles- much like a sloth. they use the False tail for two things: one- hanging upside down from trees, and two- crushing bugs with extra hard shells. mates also like to intertwine false tails as a form of love expression, and parents sometimes use them like leashes to make sure their pups don't run off like fools and get lost

their necks are very flexible and can twist in some pretty odd ways, they developed like this partially as a way to survey their surroundings (looking around in tight spaces, or while hanging from a tree), and partially to help with wiggling their way into bug nests without having to move their whole body.

whiskers are their weather predictors, they're super sensitive to changes in the atmosphere and temperatures. if it's too hot for the whiskers it's too hot to be outside, and if they feel weird there's probably a storm brewing.

their teeth are mostly flat except for four very sharp canines at the very front, the flat teeth are for grinding bugs and plants, and the canines are for both breaking into hard skinned fruit and self defense. they could defiantly take a chunk out of an attacker if need be with those vampire fangs

tongues are probably the simplest thing here; they have anteater-like tongues, they're super flexible and their spit is kinda sweet to help lure and grab up bugs

their ears are super duper sensitive particularly to feeling, while their hearing is very good, they're even better at picking up small differences in vibrations. it was initially developed to help with bug hunting, but they now use it to tell the difference between emotional tones in their trill language

because they often would dig tunnels both to hunt for bugs and as hidey-holes from predator attacks they evolved their horns to naturally** grow in a way that allows them to tell if a hole it too small. ie: if the horns don't fit, neither will the rest of them- so don't try it. they were also once used for dominance battles, but doing so in modern day is seen as childish and sometimes barbaric.

**while they naturally grow like this, once the species became sapient and started to become obsessed with their appearances, they quickly took to purposefully altering their horns with manipulative molds for purely aesthetic reasons. Shuichi's are so short because he's been conditioned to see them as an attention grabbing accessory and nothing more, and he doesn't want attention on himself so he files them down as far as he can.

yea that's alot more witting than i intended! whoops! there's more about this species, their culture, cities, and biology but this is all the diagram covers and this post does not need to be any longer