#would you still love me if i were a worm

[garpen]

i think it'd be funny if Dick actually got turned into a worm considering that's how the engagement happened in the first place

I just want you to know I'm a little loopy on medicine bc I'm sick and that's why this GENUINELY MADE ME TEAR UP.

Can I use this in my AU pretty pretty pretty please 🥺 If not totally okay too!! I'm just so happy you created this in general

This is so PRETTY, I can't even 😭 I just know that the gods carefully crafted you so that you may gift the world with your talent and bless the masses with your skills.

You've graced my eyes with your creation and generosity. May the muses guide you, and ensure your artistic mind never fails you.

[luxiiien]

probably the best piece of art i will ever make

[cartoonscientist]

when people say “would you still love me if I were a worm” they never specify how big the worm is or where it likes to live or what it eats

babe would you still love me if I turned into a Mongolian death worm

[dennydreadful]

worm + dinosaur egg oatmeal

[atlaswav]

i feel like a worm searching for something but not knowing what it is and being trapped and blinded by my own self.

[muffinapologist]

dating app for all the worms who used to be girls

[joustingeclubbe]

For anyone who's curious, the audiobook in question was God Emperor of Dune, where Leto was talking about an ancestral memory that took place in the ancient Middle East and acting smug that nobody knew what the heck he was talking about:

Our ancestor, Assur-nasir-apli, who was known as the cruelest of the cruel, seized the throne by slaying his own father and starting the reign of the sword. His conquests included the Urumia Lake region, which led him to Commagene and Khabur. His son received tribute from the Shuites, from Tyre, Sidon, Gebel and even from Jehu, son of Omri, whose very name struck terror into thousands. The conquests which began with Assur-nasir-apli carried arms into Media and later into Israel, Damascus, Edom, Arpad, Babylon and Umlias. Does anyone remember these names and places now? I have given you enough clues: Try to name the planet.

My wife has been watching S2 with me. Today, she excitedly told me that Shua was mentioned in the audiobook she's currently reading.

It's her very first Bildad the Shuite reference.

I'm so proud of her

[funkbun]

this genre of lizegg

[lifemod17]

Bugs mention AND Like Real People Do?? So important to me!!!

🎥: _alyssayung_ | tiktok

Kia Forum night 2 || 09/18/2024

[honeyblackberries]

sukuna girlies (me) are so strong for seeing what happens to him in chapter 268 and still going yeah that mf is my man what about it

[moonfoxgazer]

Insert "If I were a worm" reference here- Honestly I just wanted to play around with the idea of space worm Danno and it's all thanks to @mysteryhat21art who drew these lines for @green-with-envy-phandom-event

[yandere-daydreams]

Potentially dumb question but I just don’t know who else to ask, what is smau? I’ve tried parsing it out letter by letter but I’ve got nothing!

social media alternate universe!!! it's basically those fics that are told via fake social media posts + texts with little to no traditionally formatted writing. a lot of people think they're cringe but i just think they're so silly and fun T-T the kids really popped off this time T-T T-T

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

Another little au snippet by me

cw: major character death, extreme body horror, gore, insects / parasites / worms, animal death, thalassophobia, fucked up creatures and monsters

When Grian dies, Scar is expected to mourn. He is not exactly the mourning type, and he doesn’t think Grian would want him to be. 

He is, however, the necromancy type. And he’s sure that’s why Grian married him, anyway, so anyone who tries to tell him this isn’t what she would have wanted is completely wrong.

It takes a bit of effort, and a lot of reading, which he hates, but eventually he figures it out. So what if it’s extremely illegal and dangerous? He’s not just going to let his wife rot in the ground like some dead thing. She’s not dead because he said so.

With a book in his hand, the world splits in front of him like thick, yellow belly fat under a curved blade. A dead rabbit bleeds into the earth, red staining his boots, and before him, the gateway to the world of magic shines with bright, delicate energy.

There, inside the magic realm, he meets gods who say they will bring his Grian back. They help him navigate the impossible, and offer a trade of sorts. A sacrifice. It’s easy to agree. All they want is precious metal, and Scar has plenty lying about.

So, without much trouble at all, Grian comes back. She’s… a little shaken up, but overall quite happy to be alive again. It is a shame that she can’t really leave their house - a quaint little cottage in the woods - but Scar makes up for it by giving her all the affection in the world. And she still smiles the same as she always used to. 

He does have to continue the sacrifices, which means more trips to the magic realm. Sometimes this means animals, sometimes food, sometimes gemstones and gold. He steals the beautiful jewelry he once bought Grian, then their wedding silver, and bizarrely, photographs of them together. 

And he doesn’t tell Grian, but he’s certain she knows. Yet, he doesn’t want to talk about it. What he’s been doing. What he’s seen in that place where reality no longer makes sense.

Within the magic realm there are monsters and psychological terrors that mess with your mind and make everything seem like it’s been turned inside out. Like the world has been gutted and is bleeding all over itself. The creatures are horrific and ravenous, the things that look like people are faceless shadows that consume whatever they touch, and still somehow seem to be looking at you. 

A constant feeling of being watched causes paranoia and anxiety. There is no water, only rivers that run with red tar, and rain that falls like thick, glossy blood. There are beings who can render you non-existent in a matter of seconds, crushing all of the atoms from your body into nothing before you can even understand what's happening. There are extreme changes in atmosphere and pressure, threatening to pull your insides outward if you take a step too soon. 

Empty valleys that drop off sharply into a deep, deep abyss crowded with swirling, ghostly serpents. Trees that tower up high into the misty sky, so far and so grand they make you feel impossibly small. And in the distance, through the fog, something even larger moves its shambling, dripping limbs towards you. 

Massive insectoid creatures, bodies twitching, jumbled, wet messes of flesh, thousands of legs outstretched ready to grip onto the nearest surface and bite. Worms writhing in colourful dirt, looking for a patch of exposed skin to burrow under, parasitic eggs ready to be laid. Deer with razor-sharp antlers stained a rusty blue, and empty eye holes covering their backs, walking on six mangled legs each.

Territorial beasts, sneaking demons, the very environment itself is hostile. Hostile to any sane mortal wishing to penetrate its dense wilderness. To reach any godly shrine or mystical water of life. 

Scar is guided, and lucky, because he is there for a deal, but he has to learn how to survive like anyone else. And it's a sharp, severe, learning curve.

There are people here, Scar thinks. He hears them before he sees them, his third or fourth time entering the maze of jungle and bone. There is a sort of screaming, gurgling sound that could have maybe been human, once. 

It disturbs him for weeks, keeping him up at night despite never once seeing the poor soul behind the strange sound. 

Later, much later, while bringing the last of his wedding jewelry to the gods in the forest, he stumbles upon them. Or, some of them. He presumes there are more. Somewhere else deep in the sprawling realm. 

Strung up between the branches of trees and jagged spikes of rock are four, or five, things that might have been humans. Some, what scar would assume are the lucky ones, are held there splayed out by something akin to rope, twisting into and under their skin and wrapping around their splintered bones. The others are held up by their own entrails, their intestines opened up and unravelled like vines to keep them in place. 

They do not look like people anymore, but they are still screaming. Screaming in deranged, wet tones. One, the one closest to Scar as he walked into the scene, is a sort of mangled, degloved, fleshy thing, their body more a slab of meat than anything remotely humanoid. 

Where arms and legs may have once been, there are stubs of rancid, rotting carnage, which exudes a thick yellow fluid onto the ground below the suspended body. In their stomach cavity, worms and parasites writhe grotesquely, so multitudinous they can barely be distinguished from the body's own flesh. They have no face, a sliver that might be a mouth, and blank, empty holes where eyes could have been, all infested with more disgusting creatures. 

The worst part, scar thinks, is that they seem aware, whining and wailing around the maggots. How they remained alive, Scar has no idea. 

The other bodies are not much better off. Some still have limbs and faces, but they are so distorted and jumbled together they aren't distinguishable as individuals. The ones with skin are covered in legions, scratches, and bile, the skin itself rubbery and overstretched. 

Each of the bodies moan and sob torturously, and yet Scar can't bear to look away. Or help. Or move. How would he help them? How could he? 

Then, the thought catches up with him that something must have done this to these people. These things were human once, like him. And perhaps if it comes back, it will catch him and torture him all the same. 

Guilt wells up in his throat when he turns to leave, the weight of the golden necklace in his pocket like lead. He could wish for these people to be made whole again. To be freed and set out back into the natural world. He could help them. He could use this sacrifice for good, rather than greed. 

And as always, his mind wanders back to Grian. Grian, who won't talk about the afterlife. Who refuses to eat most days, despite being fully able to. Who Scar has found vomiting into the toilet, or rocking back and forth with hands in her hair, in the middle of the night. Who simply is not the same as she was, even though she's trying so hard. 

He thinks this might not be a realm of magic at all. He thinks it might be Hell.

It's then that scar's mind is made up, and it's then that he decides to stop thinking about the people in the forest, however many there might be. Because he can't sacrifice Grian, of all things. He can't bring her here. He refuses. 

And so, he continues, out to find god.

[petewentzisblack1312]

sorry im just thinking aloud but the triple whammy of baby please would you read my eulogy?/i would never ask you of anything except to dream sweet of me/tell me, when the party ends would you still love who i am?

like all theyre asking is to be remembered fondly. in spite of everything, of anything, all they want is to be loved, even, or at least, after theyre gone. when its all over and done with, would you still take me as i am?

[mayonnaise-is-a-drink]

MC: Would you still love me if I was a worm?

Belphie: What a stupid question.

Belphie: Of course I will.