#rigormortis

[defness]

Rigormortis

[volcanobakemeat]

Does your PERIOD get WORSE when you go on T because this IS SO MUCH WORSE

[brakish-tea]

I open Tumblr mobile. "Update the app" it tells me. I smirk as a double check that automatic-updates is turned off. I will not update the fucking app.

[disgruntled-lifeform]

I get these, without fail, if I don't stretch my legs and toes properly before bed and if I am dehydrated

I've heard the potassium thing before but (and this is silly) I don't like bananas and don't take supplements and have found the stretches and hydration drastically help me so maybe this info will help someone idk

[dumpsterbabytrunks]

he... he's still holding krillin's corpse

[hongkongblurays]

RIGOR MORTIS 2013 HOPTOBER HALLOWEEN HORROR MOVIE SPECIAL 2023 PART 3

[lumentears]

🔆 ohjoy Follow

okay since I recently found out that me and literally 5 other kids in my choir had a phase where we made serious plans to run away and become a 9th penitent - is this an 8th House thing or are teens just like that

🔆 ohjoy Follow

BONE CULTISTS? ON MY HELLSITE?

✒ blackquill Follow

It's more likely than you think.

♠ homefront-titties-of-the-4th Follow

i was dropping off the kids at the cohort seminar and the 2nd house recruiter saw my wheelchair and asked if I was a veteran ... like aye cap they gave me ms in the war

♠ homefront-titties-of-the-4th Follow

she asked me what front i served at and I said "the big one". she gasped

♠ homefront-titties-of-the-4th Follow

WHEN I CAME BACK TO FETCH THE SQUIRTS SHE HAD A VETERAN'S DISCOUNT STAMP READY FOR ME there were tears in her eyes i swear

🥴 badjokesbyjohn Follow

Why do milking stools only have 3 legs 

Because the cow has the udder.

⚪ the-redeemerrrrrr-deactivated

username checks out man you fell off. tf does that even mean

👅 one-flesh-one-smash Follow

fuck off back to deaddit. john has been trying to get an ARG off the ground for so long, let him cook. That ancient colour of the sky post was a banger

☕ fidelitea Follow

TIL that weird baby blue sky post came from the bad jokes guy

🌸 rigormortis Follow

feeling so aenemic today...

👄 what-that-mouth-of-the-emperor-do Follow

it's the year of our lord 10000, can we leave consumptioncore in the fucking dust where it belongs?! It's not cute, you're not giving Duchess of Rhodes, you're giving none of my friends want to spend time outside with me

🍖 drchuckshingle Follow

some sad news for y'all today. once again two of my shinglers, "pounded in the butt by the realisation that none of us will live to see a time of peace" and its sequel, "pounded in the butt by the realisation that the previous realisation must have occurred to dozens of my ancenstors and still we fight on", have been placed on the eighth house index of heresies. OH WELL! i will continue to write as long as there is one person waiting to read, and that person is ME!

📜 solace-in-thighs Follow

aw shucks that sucks! at least your works are in good company among other works of art on the index (or so i hear)

🩸 saints-alive Follow

dude we can all look up the index. "saint of seduction" "cavaliers off the leash" "pounded in the butt by a chainsmoking saint that remains otherwise unspecified and could belong to any fictional religion"

is that the good company you're speaking off? or are you just sad you can't jerk it to pervert porn anymore

📜 solace-in-thighs Follow

Nice try. Among erotic works, several priceless artifacts with immense cultural and scientific value have been indexed by the Eighth. E.g. the collected letters of General Duodecim to his spouses in the year of 3097, being one of the only firsthand accounts of the establishment of the first shepherd worlds. That's so long ago they still called them colonies! It's from before the divine edict of 4001!

🩸 saints-alive Follow

general duodecim was a weirdo who wrote self insert fanfic about himself getting his guts rearranged by the saint of duty TO HIS SPOUSES

📜 solace-in-thighs Follow

Psychometrists from the Sixth have affirmed the authenticity of the texts again and again. The Saint of Duty fucks nasty and raw, die mad about it <3

🍈 magnus-quinn-big-naturals Follow

I'm sad I can't jerk it to pervert porn anymore :(

💌 do-not-go-gently Follow

the good news: they're letting me go out tonight!

the bad news: it's for my great-uncle's funeral.

the secret good news: I met him twice and those were two times too many. Odious man!

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worse news: they've sat me next to Captain Deuteros I hate it here

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looooord undying she's talking about the weather. Nice yellow we're having tonight! Lemon, with a hint of cadmium - or is it cadmium with a hint of lemon?

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her shuttle journey was uneventful, if you were wondering. heaven forbid she experience two consecutive seconds of excitement.

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she saw me using necrumblr under the table and tutted at me. L-O-L!

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Maybe I should faint. I haven't fainted in ages!

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IMPORTANT UPDATE. The Crown Princess of Ida struck up a conversation with her from across the table and the captain dropped a dumpling into her lap.

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it's been five minutes. the Princess is still talking to her and the window in which she could have picked the dumpling up with minimal embarrassment has passed ages ago.

💌 do-not-go-gently Follow

dumplingwatch: it's still there. waiting. cooling. soaking through her trousers.

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RIP DUMPLING! The Princess is giving a speech and the captain kicked it under the table. She thinks nobody noticed

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WE'RE TALKING ABOUT THE WEATHER AGAIN I NEED THE CANCER TO GET ITS SHIT TOGETHER RIGHT NOW

[gaysokyo]

It all happens so fast, the harsh word, her hands tied...but Kasen's warm breath against her ear when she whispers causes her back go rigid. The gesture returned, the warm thumb against her cold undead lips. The Jiangshi sits in shocked silence with a hermit straddled across her lap.

'Prove it all right now, or will you be too afraid to bite?'

Yoshika eyes widened...surely she was reading the mood correctly, right? Hands tied by Kasen's bandages. Asked to prove her words with action now. How else should she take it? She wont make the hermit wait long, a second and she leaned forward to press her cool lips against the hermit's warm, pushing forward a bit more to press her chest to Kasen's, wanting her body as close to hers as possible with her hands bound like this. If she couldn't hold her in her arms, she'd press her body against hers.

She wasn't the weak human poet she used to be in life, she was a jiangshi, and a rather powerful one at that. She'd run her tongue across the hermit's lower lip before gently nipping it with her now dagger sharp youkai fangs, but careful enough not to pierce skin. She knew that biting humans would turn them temporarily but she didn't want to risk it here. She'd pull back slightly, but gently press her forehead to Kasen's, closing her eyes gently.

"L-No, Kasen...if you don't want to tell tales, and you don't want any poems...then I all I can offer you is my heart, and body. I want to prove it to you, more than what just a chaste kiss can prove. I want to feel you skin against mine, I want to explore every inch of your body...but with my hands bound I'm at your mercy to what you'll allow."

"Its fine if you don't believe me, but give me the chance and I'll prove my feelings to you...or use me as you please, I'm also fine with that in this situation~" Honestly, with how long Kasen has been on her lap it was surprising before the...obvious reaction was taking effect.

A word flashes across her mind, once against she's brought to think on it.

Folly.

How it seems one after another, the past keeps rearing it's head, and yet each time it does those involved seem to bound past the hurdle they're faced with. Reaching over closer to her.

Time and time again, perhaps it's herself that can't seem to change more than she desired. Maybe it's Kasen that hasn't changed at all since the moment she cut the malice from her life and tucked it away.

No even before that, the wild and wicked, the cunning oni that everyone knew had changed long before the arm was severed from this world. Long before the events that would bring herself to this point, that would seal Yoshika's fate and bring her all the way here in this form.

"I don't believe any of you." Such harsh words that exit her mouth despite Yoshika's appeal from the heart. The desire to hear more of her tale, the acceptance that the past is buried.

It's not so easy to move on, or maybe it's hard for her to let go just as well?

Her hand grabs Yoshika's and pulls it away from her cheek, leaning forward past the other's lips to her ear. At the same time the wraps of her bandaged arm unravel and tighten around Yoshika's hand, linking them and tying those hands together.

"Words. Poems, promises, and flirtations."

She whispers softly, "If this night isn't meant to end. What will you do?"

"I don't want to tell a tale."

"I don't want anymore poems."

She returns the previous gesture now, with her still free, still attached hand, she takes their cheek as they did hers moments ago and rubs her thumb across her lips. Even dragging on her lip just for a second, "Will you prove to me?"

"Prove it all right now? Or will you be too afraid to bite?"

[crocuta1]

When your bitch sleep like they're in rigormortis

[elhnrt]

madara researching how to keep it up once he's dead so tobirama's got a real reason to keep him around

implying tobirama wouldn't rub his flat ass on that cold limp meat anyway like flint #rigormortis

[defness]

Spooky :3

[ace-does-words]

break the barrier

you know. i still think of meowrails daily. initially written for febuwhump. AU wherein Nepeta lives but Equius dies in Gamzee's murder spree, further warnings for cannibalism, ghosts, grief, and general angst- happy reading!

Ao3 Port: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63138184

Nepeta does the only thing she can think of doing when Equius dies.

She eats him.

Bring him back to life, a futile notion. No Troll could do that, the only ones with the skills to turn him into a robot have died as well. Not even a living puppet could be fashioned.

So what else can she do?

Let his body rot? Disrespect the rules she grew under? Watch as blood dries out? Wait for someone else to do it?

No, no, god no. Only she's allowed this honor. The man who killed Equius is dead, even if he lived long enough she would never let him touch Equius' dead body. Not even for the sake of fulfilling the cycle, his hands would never touch her Moirail's corpse.

Will doing this keep him alive?

No.

It won't.

Not even his memory.

He's already dead and gone and never coming back.

She's just partaking in the holy cycle of the hunt in doing this. Sinking her fangs in flesh stiff with rigormortis, but still so tender. All she can do is sob as she partakes in the flesh, refusing to forget and refusing to waste.

He's gone, gone, gone.

But she's here, here, here, with her teeth in his slowly decaying body and begging to speak one more time. Throaty yowls echo through the halls and her entire body shakes in heartbreak. Claws lay wounds in the floor. Olive tears blend into the rich color of his indigo.

She might as well be screaming with how loud she is. Someone hear her plea. Someone give him back. Anyone. Please. She'll do anything, she'll do everything.

"Oh dear."

Nepeta shoots straight up, nearly choking on her tears and the viscera of Equius's flesh. She's going fucking insane, hearing things she shouldn't be out of sorrow. The grip her claws have in the floor loosens, shook from the manic mindset at least partially so.

She drops her maw back into his flesh once again.

"Do we really need to cannibalize my corpse, Nepeta?"

Again, his voice, his sweet sweet voice Nepeta knows she only miss more and more with every sweep. She just wails even louder and bears down deeper.

Any further imploring from Equius is lost on her, she can't even see him. Only hear a voice she's certain she's hallucinating, her consumption of his flesh only makes it intensify. Blue, blue, blue pouring down her throat until she feels ill.

She sobs face down in his open corpse, curling up to him so desperately all the while. The intensity of the smell of his blood near knocks her out. But there she lay for hours upon hours whimpering and agonizing, letting the heartache hit her so hard it hurts. Physically so. Is she experiencing cardiac irregulation right now? She wouldn't be fucking shocked.

"I'm sorry Equius."

Her voice is so small she isn't sure if even she said it.

She welcomes what she registers as hallucination.

His hand on her shoulder, rubbing slow, small, familiar circles.

[commander-clownfish-akatartar]

*They continued shooting at her with ease and a cheeky grin

You better regret messing with my face

Hi Marina its been a while hasnt it? Since [EVENTNOTFOUND]

Hm?

I'm sorry I'm not sure what your talking about?

[itsnotmourn]

Mooooore

Mort x Rick: RigorMortis

Mort x Candy Dealer: MedicalDrugs

Mort x Bob: BeefZombification

Mort x John: LungCancer

Mort x Jack: GunshotWounds

i think rigormortis has been used already for a patty x bob ship name but everything else seem okay!

LUNGCANCER 😭😭 HELPP

[im-y0ur-g0r3-wh0r3-3]

I can't tell my therapist this cause he'd probably lock me up again, but I think I have cotards syndrome/delusion. I feel dead most days, every time I wake up my body is always stiff and cold and it reminds me of rigormortis though logically I know I'm still functioning because my heart is beating and my lungs are breathing, but what if I'm still dead but my body has been re-animated? what if I'm slowly fading away and my heart beat is just my body's last attempt to keep me conscious? sometimes I feel things crawling under my skin and I know that logically there isn't anything there but these thoughts plague me, sometimes I have to tie something around my waist to ground me because I feel like my organs are either falling out, or that there is just this hollow cavern where they used to be. Other times I'm oh so painfully aware that I do have organs that it feels like they're bloating my body, I often see that as the first stage of decomposition. Alot of times I feel weightless, I can't hear my footsteps unless I intentionally make them heavier, what if this is my soul trying to tell me that I'm not supposed to be walking in the mortal world? I'm not officially diagnosed but I feel a connection to the other people on this app with cotards syndrome that I've never felt with those who know for a fact that they are alive. It's so fucking scary sometimes that I know i can't control how my mind works, I'm often entirely too self aware, which might be because of my autism diagnosis and my suspected (by my therapist) ASPD, but just because I might have some kind of grasp on why my brain works the way it does, doesn't mean I know how to "fix" it or stop myself from spiraling and that makes it all the more terrifying...

Again, I don't mean to self-diagnose, but I can't tell my therapist about this and I'm hoping that someone else on this app who has Cotard's Syndrome/Delusion can tell me if this is also what they experience. feel free to reach out to me either in dms or comments, I honestly just need to know that I'm not the only one..

[astrxlfinale]

"Y'mean that wasn't a pun that found itself on those billboards outside? C'mon now, final naturally--!" He adds a snap for extra emphasis. "The place you'll inevitably return for the best damn rest! All bodies are naturally attracted to that very rule!"

Which in kind meant mattresses within his current flight of mad genius. If anything, the small victories in seeing how the woman with floral eyes found amusement in the entire matter.

His gusto finds a brief pause once her impish figure twirled about him, studious, almost to a devilish degree in how she surveyed the type of being that found themselves at the doorstep to a more comfortable death. While Caelus should naturally find himself a little unnerved at this mix up, it glimmers with the aspect of opportunity, to dive into an unforeseen venture and appropriately chart out the details.

Choice always had a pristine sort of fun for reasons like this.

"N' I take it that's where you slide in to apply your magic? In that off chance I'm turned into some freshly made sushi?" A soft snort follows as their hands touch, a small squeeze given as a sign that her coupon was secured in his grip. A decision was brewing while in the process of giving it a proper once over. It made him wriggle his nose in contemplation, giving a glance towards the well kept parlor's deeper workings.

Catching the sign of their name upon the coupon this 'Director Hu', it prompted him to.. actually pocket it! "Seeing how this is such an important deal. Name's Caelus. Now let's say if I wanted some.. comfortable options, the kinda thing where even my rigormortis can actually melt down to relax in." A sudden semi-lean was made, eyes attentive upon their face!

"How would I go about it in coffin options? I wanna sample your coziest ones!"

@papilio-anima from X!