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jinkiezzsstuff · 3 months

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Met the Devil 2

lucifer x human!reader

sorry this took forever it’s been hectic i guess im in my fanfic writer era of madness happening and mentioning it in the a/n (im joking… unless) anyways lads hopefully this is okay womp womp

Part [1]

Based on devilish folklore and wives tales so lucifer may be ooc!

Warnings: BODYHORROR; DESCRIPTIONS OF TEETH FALLING OUT. Mentions of blood, reader dies a goofy ahh death, lucifer being an unsure wreck, and he’s got no game, reader is perpetually confused, inaccurate descriptions of religion, swearing, not proof read and i don’t entirely know where i’m going with this teehee lmk whatcha think xxx

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Three months, it had been three exhausting months since the incident with Lucifer. As if there was some devine intervention, everything seemed to fall at your feet working out for you, while also simultaneously sucking. Career wise, you were doing much better, after working for Marie and watching her house keeping it exactly how she wished, excluding the devil you had intercourse with, she put in a word for you at her and her husbands church, which you ended up getting.

Although not a very important role, it paid well. You were mostly in charge of cleanliness, cleaning the areas in the front where children played, keeping the holy fountain fresh, sweeping the pews and repairing any unbinded bibles. However the staff weren’t particularly fond of you, the nuns avoided you like the plague, and the priest gave you glares. Thankfully you rarely interacted with them if at all.

However, while your career was better than before, your physical health wasn’t. Things tanked once you slept with the devil. It started slow, noticing hues appear in your skin that you hadn’t before. Despite the various skin, and blood tests, and the general run down of different illnesses that cause changing pigmentation, there was no evidence to prove anything was truly wrong, just random hues of pinks, purples and blues showing up like you were some corpse.

The second minuet thing to change was your nails, at first you foolishly wondered if your calcium intake increased causing the thickness in your nails to double, but you quickly scrapped that al when your nails grew more rapidly. You really hadn’t changed much diet wise for that to be true, odd as it was it wasn’t something you hated.

The worst of it was teeth. One night you woke to a horrific splitting headache, it wasn’t just one part of your head either. The pain seared through your jaw, down your neck, up your face through your cheeks and in the back of your eyes all the way to the tip top of your head. You walked half asleep half dazed from pain to the bathroom, once the light blinded you and you got woken up a bit was when your brain registered the feeling.

Your mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood as you tuned into the sound of tapping in your mouth as the loose teeth collided. When you threw yourself over your sink spitting continuously, you immediately began to cry feeling your empty gums with your tongue, and the worst part was it seemed you had swallowed some too as the amount in the sink didn’t amount to how much was missing.

That night you must’ve passed out because you were woken up by your angry family member shouting at you to hurry. The strangest thing was, however you awoke with teeth, sharp as razors, and the porcelain sink that was never cleared of blood or teeth was now cleaned.

Since your teeth, you managed to not lose nor gain any other strange things, and the only people who didn’t seem to look past these oddities were the people who attended the church or worked at it. It was like they could tell you slept with Lucifer, something in their eyes always felt so intense and aware even if they’d never spoken to you before. The strangeness didn’t end with your appearance or career.

You had weird dreams you couldn’t explain, it felt so real but once awake you could only remember how you felt about the dream. You had close interactions with certain animals, like ducks, goats, crows, and insects as well. It was like they sought you out no matter where you were, people would give you looks when you started greeting the goat like an old friend.

So,now three months after Lucifer, you changed a lot. You know it’s because of him, you just can’t figure out why, but soon you’ll know. Walking into your work place on your day off, everybody’s least favourite thing to do, but it had to be done. You saw the father reading a bible off to the side of the room, and so you approached. He gave you a stern look, and you could tell by his stiff and shifty body language he wasn’t too happy with your presence, antsy to see what it is you wanted.

“Good afternoon father, how’re you?” You start, standing in a way you perfected prior to attempt to seem unthreatening. The priest hummed closing his bible to pay attention to you. “Good child, good. How’re you, is there something i could aid you in?” Straight to the point, mentally you cheered happy you didn’t have to waltz around small talk for fifteen minutes.

“Well i’m alright father, thank you. I was actually wondering about, um, the devil?” The priest's head lulls back slightly eyebrows raised as his mouth opens with a silent o. “Is there temptation in your life?” You shifted on your feet at the question. You hadn’t really thought of it before but you suppose you felt more inclined to act without thinking,and indulge especially after Lucifer claimed you.

“Well yes, but i was more so wondering on what the devil is capable of? Like making deals, and stuff…” You trail eyes casted away to the large sculpture of jesus on the wall. “Nothing, the devil isn’t as strong as gods love. And never in the bible does it state the devil makes deals, that is but a wives tale.” The priest spoke sternly, punctuating his words to get his point across.

This was news to you however, you always thought the devil was more of a a character in the bible. “Father one more question?” You say head snapping back to look at him. “If the devil were to have intercourse with a person, what’s said to be the outcome? Will god punish?” The poor priest looked like he’d seen a ghost, yet you couldn’t comprehend why. Although slightly morbid you didn’t think the question was that out there, perhaps it was the monotonous way you’d said it.

“I’m afraid i don’t have the answer to that,” And with that the priest stood, excusing himself from your conversation walking off down the isle. “I heard the devil picks somebody to carry the antichrist.” Turning to the voice, there sat a woman, old looking wearing a light blue dress. “The anti christ?” You repeat mostly to yourself, but the elderly woman hummed. “Yep. Woo’s the target, sleeps with them, and they give birth to the antichrist. Bad things happen once the child’s born.” The woman explained turning to look back at you.

“And, what if there’s no anti christ, what if the devil just like…” The old lady cackled looking at your puzzled face. She tsked and ushered you near. When in front of her she met your eyes, again with that weirdly all knowing look on them everyone in the church seemed to give you. Holding out her hand to you, you opened yours holding it out to her.

She placed something in your hand but you weren’t able to know what it was before you dropped it shrieking. It was like gripping a hot coal, you gripped your wrist keeled over trying to breath out the pain. Your eyes briefly glanced over to the floor where the object dropped and sitting there was a gold rosary covered in what was more than likely your blood. Peaking up from your bent over position the old woman had took several steps back from you, hand up to her mouth.

Not knowing what to do, you perked up, thanked her for her input, and sped out to the street. Just like the night you met him, the sky darkened and clashed with lightning, then came the rain. The devil himself must’ve worked through water with the way it was a constant anytime something happened.

Walking down the street at leisure, you inspected the wound the rosary left as rain pelted you like no tomorrow. You sighed brushing your thumb over the large cross shaped gash. Suddenly a crack of lightning came down brightly, it was harsh and so very bright. Then another crack, this time however you felt the harshest pain describable. It was like being lit on fire inside your body, or like your blood was suddenly filled with glass shards and you could feel them coursing through.

You couldn’t scream too in pain, you simply slumped to the floor, the searing pain engulfing your body. As your eyes closed, it felt like the floor was sucking you down, but you couldn’t move. You couldn’t even will your eyes to open as you felt the concrete below you begin to engulf you fully. Your lungs burnt as you couldn’t breathe, but like any other regular circumstance where you’d gasp for breath, you were physically unable to. Like you’re body didn’t know how to breath, so you sat there chest feeling tight, burning and your stomach feeling like it was forcing itself inward but nothing changed.

As torturous as it was, it was short lived and finally you felt freed. The concrete beneath you morphed into something softer cozier, the breathlessness left finally you were able to fill your lungs with air almost as refreshing as a glass of water would’ve been, and when you opened your eyes you were greeted by the sight of a bedroom. It was decorated with whites, reds and golds, around you could see engraved apples and ducks in not only the door frames and baseboards but some of the furniture as well.

You couldn’t will yourself to sit up, you still felt the fire on the inside of your body albeit gentler than before. “Hey cookie.” Cooed a smooth voice, you didn’t have to look to know who it was, but thankfully he stepped in front of you, kneeling down to your laying figure. “How you feeling?” You stared at his face, scanning it over and over, his eyes were hauntingly beautiful. The red irises danced around nervously, you watched intently as his forked tongue brushed against the dryness of his lips.

“You’re beautiful.” You mutter half muffled by the fact you sunk comfortably into the mattress that you lay on. Chuckling quietly the king of hell turned and sat on the side of the bed, petting your head very gently like you were made of glass. “Where am i?” His hand stuttered on your head, and finally you rolled over onto you back to gain the view of him. His hat discarded, his suit jacket gone, he sat only in a vest, dress shirt, and his white suit pants.

“Hell, sweetheart.” It was interesting how warmly he had said that to you, looking down at you with almost a pitying expression. “I’m dead?” You jerked up, immediately regretting it as the pain shot through your body from the top of your head down. Sucking in air through your teeth, clenching your eyes shut Lucifer cooed at you reprimanding you for being too quick. “God must’ve struck you down.” His voice lifted as he let out his attempt at a joke, but you weren’t really in the mood to laugh.

“What happened, with me when i was alive.” You ask looking over to him, the expression he had looked slightly guilty, his eyes casted downward, a frown that tried to be a poker face- but failed. “I, well y’see, heh,” Lucifer fumbled picking at his nails and looking around the room. He bounced himself against the mattress almost like he was amping himself up. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay! So y’know you got some human repellant, claws, sharp teeth, that dead look. Sent some little guardians after you! Too bad you couldn’t meet the snake.” Lucifer tisked mournfully shaking his head.

You smiled at him, oddly enough, it was quite endearing that he set out to do these things to keep you safe. “Oh!” He sprung up meeting your eyes properly. “I also made Marie get you that job, and I forced a good pay, always here to help y’know.” The king briefly pinched your cheek before retracting and standing. He looked frazzled, uncertain, he pulled at his clothes like he was trying to fix them. “Sorry it’s been awhile. Y’know i gave up going to earth in like 1850.” The devil laughed out, scratching the back of his neck.

You scooted yourself to the edge of the bed, Lucifer watching intently. “So, what, well I mean, why…?” You were confused head bobbing as you tried to make sense of everything. Things didn’t entirely add up this you were certain of, and you could tell the king was keeping something hidden from you. “As you know hell is well, it’s hell, and you were so…” He trailed off hands circling eachother as he gazed off into space, attempting to find the right words.

Deflating his body slumped over, in one foul swoop it looked as though he’d lost all the will to keep up his charade. “Look I didn’t think you were gonna shake my hand, but in the moment I was hooked on you. The night you took the apple reminded me of days of my life i can’t go back to. So i may have indulged, but i didn’t expect you to be soooo,”

Your eyebrows pinched together as you watched him with judgement, giving him a look that egged him on, yet warned him. “Captivating?” You ‘hmphed’ at his term, as weak and guilty grin overtaking his face. “Okay okay. I enjoyed our night, you gave me advice and helpful conversation I haven’t gotten in, pfft,” He was now pacing, eyes wide as his arms wrapped around himself as a way to secure him.

“Ever, you were a breath of fresh air! I didn’t expect the deal to go through! I didn’t expect you to grab my hand, so when you sold your soul you started to gain those devilish features. I wanted to make sure you were still safe so I manipulated Marie, got you the job, but nothing else was planned!” He exclaimed hands coming up in defence, although it wasn’t like you were angry, you sat there patiently watching him and waiting for him to finish his explanation at his own pace. Understanding this was probably just as stressful for him, if what he says is true.

Blowing out air the king pulled gently at his hair. “I don’t know what to do from here, I sent animals to protect you, I knew something would happen, damnit!” The short man raged eyes blowing up red, that snapped you up, gently you grabbed his shoulders. “I believe you, I have no idea what’s going on either so it’s okay! I’m terrified, but you don’t look any better. Maybe we can figure it out together?” You suggest attempting to be a voice of reason, watching his eyes hue from bright red to the yellow and red irises you’re more familiar with.

He sighed and nodded looking slightly embarrassed. “Do you think we could set some ground rules?” You quirked a brow at that, watching as he once again began to pace. “My daughter, Charlie, we spoke about her, she can’t know I made a deal with you! And for now, she can’t know i did anything sexual. Oh no no no. NO!” Lucifer panicked, switching between gripping his hair and swinging his arms around. It felt like a stab in the gut, it wasn’t your first time being a secret, but you wish you could’ve kept the promise you made to yourself about getting into another situation where you were just a secret fling.

“I’m not gonna pretend that doesn’t get under my skin slightly, I’d prefer not to be the devil's dirty secret, but I understand what Charlie means to you so I’ll do whatcha need.” Lucifer looked at you sheepishly, it seemed like he slightly regretted the choice of delivery as you crossed your arms across your chest, looking at him with a tinge of disgust in your eye. “Okay next, uh let's see, okay you’ll pose as my assistant and you’ll spend the days with me so I can keep an eye on ya….”

You quirk your head, pondering if you should say what you want to say. Which was questioning him and the motive here, it’s normal to say things you don’t always mean in such an intense moment of sex fueled emotion, but now there’s a big consequence and you’re not sure if he really knows what he wants to do. “Hey,” You say quietly grabbing him from his frantic mumbling that he was doing to himself. He hummed at you, his attention refocused on you as he did. “Do you at all regret the deal.”

Lucifers eyes blew wide, his lips puckering as his fingers fiddled with each other. “Regret is a very loaded work y’know- uh, I think- eh, maybe if- okay so,” He fumbled his wings popping out feathers flying around as they did, they puffed out with stress making you gawk. “Uhm, I wouldn't do it again if I had the choice! But still I would've wanted the sex!” Finally he pumped his chest proudly, meanwhile you rolled your eyes. “That’s what most men would do, yeah.” Your tone was bitter, catching him off guard a bit, to be fair he didn’t know what you wanted from him. Normally deals were two sided, but this one you benefited nothing from, except trauma and an early grave.

“I didn’t mean that,” Damn he really lost his way after Lilith huh, every flirtation came out so naturally but now it seemed it was so unsure, no king of a whole mini word of demons should be unsure, he mentally scolded himself for being so unfit.

“Listen can we figure this out later, I still feel the pain from when I died, so I would love to sleep that off.” You say plopping yourself back on the comfy mattress. “Yes, yes of course go ahead! We’ll figure this out together hm, shedevil? Won’t leave you in the dark!” This time his exclamation sounded certain as he jumped into the bed with you, snapping his fingers so the lights blinked out. You hummed too lazy to respond and crawled underneath the covers, it was nice, warm and smelt like him, underneath the covers you felt him slip in with you, his body heat emitting off of him in waves.

You hoped your mind was less clouded tomorrow, hopefully you could have a better conversation with the king about this deal, get things sorted out.

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zikadraws · 1 year

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🪸Splatoon 3 "Side Order" DLC - Bad Guy Concept🪸

Alright, I've promised I had it coming up, so here we are. This is my concept for the potential "Big Baddie" of the upcoming DLC.

Now, since the DLC seems to have been teased to be more horror/existential horror oriented, these concepts fit that mindset. This is a warning. I'm warning you against bodyhorror. Specifically growths/infestation bodyhorror. (And I guess blood, although strictly speaking there isn't any blood, it could easily be confused as such.)

These will be of course accompanied of headcanons. Long post ahead.

Here it comes.

"The Deep Diver"

This entity, that came from seemingly nowhere, evades any attempts of observation. Every video record and picture ends up damaged from exposure.

Appears to be an antique deep diving suit infested in corals. It is unclear whether or not there may be someone inside.

Up to three or four times a regular Octoling's size.

Clouds of smoke of unidentified kind seem to be emanating from its footsteps, and from the torn open pipe that's floating from it. It is unclear what this substance is, but it is suspected those might be coral spores. Breathing too much in provokes violent headaches and hallucinations, and eventually passing out.

This entity, that appears to be on its lonesome, seems to favor large areas.

Its attack span is passive, but overwhelming ; it relies on radiation on a large range, sensory hallucinations, and calcifying whoever stares at it for too long.

There isn't any way to defeat it as of now, so your only option is to run and make your way out of danger when it appears. Despite its dangerosity, it is only willing to make that much effort when it comes to obstacles. But don't lower your guard, because it doesn't give up, and it also walks faster than you.

Do not look back at it or you will start to calcify. You will know it is getting too close by the sound of an increasingly loud heartbeat, combined with in worst cases crystal sounds, and ear ringing.

Other than the slow, booming heartbeat which we can't say for sure is coming from the Diver, the entity also emits a slow, oddly loud, cavernous, difficult breathing noise. And even though it's really not a fun thing to hear, and doesn't prove for certain that it may be sentient, it can occasionally speak/call out.

It's hard to tell if the corals and bleaching are caused by it, but they do grow visibly and exponentially whenever it's chasing, making the matter of escape more difficult.

It has a Geiger counter on its belt and an odd logo shaped as a crab on its chest plate.

No one knows anything about it. No one knows where it came from, no one knows where it's going, no one what it's trying to do. We do not know if it's malevolent. We do not know if it's looking for help. There might even not be anyone in the suit. That guy is a total enigma, and he's not exactly helping making itself clear.

At least it's not as aggressive as the following guys.

"The Hazmat Ghosts"

These entities (underlings ?), way more active, crawl over the most important areas. Just like the Diver, they corrupt any attempts to record them.

Like their name suggests, they seem to be anti-radiations hazmat suits overgrown with corals. They seem to be way more bothered about it though.

They too have radiation measurement devices.

Unlike the lonesome Diver, they are numerous, sometimes even attacking in small groups, and do not mind relatively narrow, twisty areas ; appearing for example in corridors, and other backrooms. It is not rare to have them lunging from around a corner, be warned.

They are perpetually twitching and spasming, and seem to be aimless.

They don't make coral grow, but they are able to produce 'artificial crystals' seemingly at will, which actually help telling which areas they are in. These crystals are rather fragile and can be broken with a few shots.

They're way more aggressive and agile, and actively charge whoever they spot.

Unlike the Diver, it is possible to fight them. (And given how they are, it's actually the only way to get them off your back.) They make for tricky fights though, so be ready.

They attack through dashing, crystal waves, and shockwaves (if you take too much damage you get splatted, if you get all your lives destroyed you get calcified.)

They are stunningly fast, in a disorganized way : during combat, they move by rapidly dashing around their target, in a shaky, nervous way ; punctuated by 'slowness moments' that allows the victim to see in which direction they are going to dash, and after a few dashes, they need a moment to cool down. They will then grow a barrer of artificial crystals to protect themselves while they gather themselves. During this, it is possible to attack them. Just break the crystals before getting to them.

They don't fear regular shots, but they seem to be very afraid of explosions ; so when possible, use bombs, or if you have one, a blaster. Explosions is the only way to get rid of them. (Not sure if it's through damage or if they just get scared out of existence.) You'll have to go through multiple phases, but once vanquished, they will disappear, like a crystal bursting in a corrupted mess.

You can also one-shot them with the right Special. These guys really don't like big explosions. Why are they so afraid...?

Oh and I should mention ; they're extremely noisy from the second they've spotted you, letting out war cries, screams of distress, and just sounding in awful agony the whole time. When they aren't in combat mode, they just let out audible whimpering, and shaky breaths, while stumbling around in that very twitchy, spasmy way. Whatever they're going through, it sounds unfathomably painful. You'll know really that you've won when the silence settles back in.

The strange logo is situated on their backpack. It is inspired by both crabs, cancer -by association-, and a Rorschach test.

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And yeah, that's that about my concept. These guys aren't the most common enemy to fight, and are more caused by something than the cause in themselves, and wouldn't exactly be defined as ''evil'', however they are a very real problem. You'll have to solve 'theirs' in order to solve 'yours'.

Any either way, it's pretty obvious to me that the DLC wave will be themed around latent radioactivity, so that's what I went for for this concept. It's pretty aethereal and ominous-looking so far, so I tried to recreate this feeling while coding those guys. Hope you like 'em ^^

I could have definitely made this shorter and less extrapolated, but I spent too long on it already and just had to be done. So I hope you enjoy nevertheless 😅 (And am open to any questions if something is lacking)

Anyway Splatoon ⭐

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon 3 dlc #side order dlc #side order #agent 8 #horror cw #bodyhorror #overgrowth #octoling #deep diver #hazmat suit #radioactivity #long post #splatoon headcanons #sorry it took me so long. my secret rules are holding me by the throat #hope you like it #cheers ✨

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gggoldfinch · 4 months

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Hiiii! What are your favorite fics of all time? And favorite books?

(I'm in need of reading material 👀)

FRESHLY UPDATED MAY 2024 🗣️

OHHH MY GOD okay ! I’m SO GLAD YOU ASKED!!!!!!!! This is going to be an INSANE and comprehensive list crossing multiple fandoms/ genres. Everything will be on ao3, but some authors are also my tumblr mutuals or friends so I’ll tag them too. Regular books will be at the end!!!

Important Notes: these won’t be ordered according to preference, just as they come to mind/as I go thru my bookmarks; I’ll group the fandoms together. There will be a mix of oneshots & multichap, finished & unfinished, mostly xReader with some xOC. I do fancy darkfics, dead doves, and otherwise questionable material, but for the sake of social affability I won’t add anything that is too dark, and will give adequate warnings if it verges on being so; keep in mind all of these have their own specific ao3 tags to heed, remember the golden rule: don’t like don’t read!

By The Light of The Second Moon by @eloquentmoon: Star Wars, Darth Maul/reader, unfinished multichap, canon typical violence

Snacks of Dathomir by Kuraiummei: Star Wars, Opress Bros/Mando!reader, unfinished multichap, crackfic adjacent in that it’s largely about cooking + Mand’o language

Solicitude by @shiversdownyerspine: TUA, The Swedes/powered!reader, unfinished multichap, canon-typical weirdness

this is a gift (it comes with a price) by moonlightserenades: Ghost, Cardinal Copia/reader, unfinished multichap

I Knew Nothing But Shadows by @writingjourney: Ghost, Papa IV (Copia)/ reader, unfinished multichap

Friday Nights at the Vinothek by @writingjourney: Ghost, vampire!Papa II (Secondo)/human!reader, oneshot, vampire-typical bloodiness

Lapine by @bjorntobemild: Fargo, Ole Munch/reader, complete multichap, canon-typical violence & weirdness

The Price of Vengeance by Mighty_Peacock & Prickly_Panda: AVP, yautja/human!oc, unfinished multichap, canon-typical violence, obligatory monsterfuckery, Dead Doveish

The Shadow in the Valley by frogonalog: AVP, yautja/human!oc, complete multichap, canon-typical violence, obligatory monsterfuckery

Breaking Bread by SS_Shitstorm: Transformers Prime, Megatron/human!reader (plus some other shenanigans), unfinished multichap, crackfic adjacent in that it’s largely about questionable chemistry, slightly more violent than canon, obligatory robotfuckery

Sweet by RandomFangirlX3: Transformers Prime, Starscream/human!reader, oneshot, obligatory robotfuckery

Who I Used to Be by TheNaiveMuse: Transformers Prime, humanized!Starscream/human!reader, unfinished multichap, verges on bodyhorror?

the beast that you know by ghoulstly: OFF, Batter/reader, oneshot

Rest for the Wicked by Korpuskat: Halloween, Michael Myers/reader, complete multichap, canon-typical violence, Dead Dove

Put a Pin in It by charCUTIErie: Hellraiser, Pinhead/ OC, unfinished multichap, canon-typical violence & bdsm elements, Dead Dove

The Mountain by TheMusicalHermit: Overwatch, unfinished multichap, Jamison Fawkes/reader, canon-typical insanity

New additions as of May 2024:

Soft Ribs by @0lemunch (bisquik on ao3): Snow White & the Huntsman, Finn/ OC, oneshot, Dead Dove

More Deadly by @0lemunch (bisquik on ao3): Fargo, Ole Munch/ OC, completed multichap, canon-typical violence

Ginger Snaps by @feralghouls (bisqik on ao3): Fallout (Prime), Cooper Howard (The Ghoul)/ ghoul!OC, oneshot, Dead Dove

janey’s dad by @ghoulphile: Fallout (Prime), prewar!Cooper Howard/ babysitter!reader, unfinished oneshot

The Interrogation by TheFlorescentElsewhere: Dune (2021), Piter de Vries/ OC, incomplete multichap, canon-typical mindfuckery, Dead Doveish

That’s all I can think of for now, I’m glad to finally have a comprehensive list for myself to reference haha!

Now on to books:

Again, not ordered by preference. There will be a mix of novels, graphic novels, anthologies, academic books, and plays, of all different genres.

Dune by Frank Herbert

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë (wrote part of my senior thesis on this one lol)

The Hellbound Heart by Clive Barker

The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka

Hellboy graphic novel series by Mike Mignola

The Shape of Water by Guillermo del Toro & Daniel Kraus

Hamlet by William Shakespeare

Idiot Verse poetry book by Keaton Henson

Women Writers in Renaissance England edited by Randall Martin

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

Norton Anthology of English Literature books C-F

Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson

Alien vs Predator: Ultimate Prey anthology (various authors)

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

The Low, Low Woods graphic novel by Carmen Maria Machado

New additions as of May 2024:

Tender Is the Flesh by Agustina Bazzterica

Her Body and Other Parties by Carmen Maria Machado

They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera

Again, thank you SO MUCH for asking. This was lovely and wildly entertaining to put together ❤️ Inbox is always open if you’re looking for more recommendations!

#I’m SO HAPPY to finally have compiled a comprehensive list of my favs #I literally spent hours compiling this list #most of my favs are unfinished… can you see why I am the way that I am now #anon ask #fic

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dweebsmcarts · 5 months

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GORE AND BODYHORROR WARNING

Yknow those mlp infection aus

So Daniel versus

#dweebsmcart #dan vs #infection au

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queerunpleasantdanger · 9 days

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Not "you will feel better" (optimistic) or "you will feel better" (promise) or even "you will feel better" (warning about self-destruction in this moment hurting you at times when you don't hate yourself), but "you will feel better" (bodyhorror, you have no choice in the matter, whatever you think about how you feel today, there will be a day when the sun is shining and you will enjoy no matter what you want now, that your current misery will pass, that truly horrible things can happen to people and their biological systems will adapt to them and they will find joy eventually anyway, you have no control, your inevitable future joy is a coercive annihilation of your agency in this moment.)

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carnificaprince · 1 year

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IDPack 〜 Tomura Shigaraki ✦

( Warnings for the following . . . blood , gore , murder , death )

꒰NAMES꒱ 〜 Aemilius , Almund , Ammiras , Amon , Ansel , Anselm , Anselmo , Anubis , Apollyon , Arius , Asmund , Athanasius , Atol , Atreus , Atreyus , Atrophy , Balor , Baltazar , Balthasar , Balthazar , Blight , Blighte , Casimir , Casimiro , Charon , Church , Coven , Decay , Doyle , Efe , Egesa , Eldrige , Ellender , Emiel , Emil , Emerence , Emerentine , Emerentius , Emereo , Emeric , Enzi , Eunan , Faramond , Faramund , Faron , Fingal , Fulco , Ira , Irie , Kazimierz , Kazimir , Kazmer , Khalida , Khal , Kuno , Leofric , Letum , Leviathan , Mal , Malice , Mallory , Malthe , Manibus , Merger , Miel , Monte , Montgomery , Mora , Morana , Mortem , Mortis , Mortimer , Mourn , Mourner , Nemesis , Nev , Newell , Orhan , Osiris , Oswald , Oz , Pastor , Perses , Perseus , Pharamond , Proserpine , Prosper , Renard , Reynard , Roric , Rory , Rot , Rust , Serdar , Shig , Sin , Sinister , Sovereign , Styx , Ulric , Vestige , Voss , Wane , Wither , Wolfric , Wulfric , Wyther

꒰PRONOUNS꒱ 〜 De/Decays , Rot/Rots , Vil/Villains , Fear/Fears , Scratch/Scratches , Order/Orders , It/Its , Thing/Things , Molt/Molts , Vis/Vis'/Visage/Visages , Gore/Gores , Kill/Kills , Hurt/Hurts , One/Ones , Power/Powers , Hor/Horrors , Cor/Corrupts , Being/Beings , Hate/Hates , Scar/Scars , Vis/Viscera/Visceras , Void/Voids , Suf/Suffers , Warp/Warps , Twist/Twists , Mal/Mals , Epithet/Epithets , Sin/Sins , Sinister/Sinisters , Stare/Stares , (

꒰TITLES꒱ 〜 Holder of One For All , He Who Hates All * , Enemy of the World , Collector of Hands , He Who Destroys * , He Who Yearns to Destroy * , ( The ) Symbol of Fear , Grand Commander , His Immortality * , He Who is Ambiguously Human * , Vestige of the Monarch , ( The ) Chosen One , ( The ) Antichrist , Your Villain , Hated by All , His Omnicidal Presence * , Omnicidal Maniac , Ruler of All Villains , Thou With a Thirst for Violence * , Transcendent One , The Berserker , ( The ) Dark Messiah , He Who Has Risen from the Dead * , ( The ) Blood Knight , Hands of Flesh and Blood , (The ) Mass of Hands and Flesh , He Who Has Been Reborn * , The Next One For All , ( The ) Monarch With Clipped Wings , He Who Has Shed His Past Self * , ( The ) Cosmic Plaything , ( The ) Plaything of the Cosmos , ( The ) Misanthrope Supreme , Death of a Thousand Cuts , The Merger , Heart of Malice / Sin , He Whose Heart Rots * , The Dreaded , He Who Cannot Comprehend Good * , Eviler than Thou , The Faceless , Humanoid Abomination , Parasite of Power , He Who Resents * , His Grotesque Assemblage * , His Unwitting Pawn * ( Any Title with * next to it includes a pronoun that can be changed and all titles can be adjusted two your liking . . . ! )

꒰TERMS꒱ 〜 Antagogender , Bodyhorroric , Corruptbeing , Crucifixic , Deadantag , Decaytemasc , Decayvoidic , Denigrafacieic , Evilembodiment , Fearix , Fleshbutterflyix , Genderdark , Genderdecay , Hatebeing , Humanish , Mortemvitic , Obsessrotic , Offhuman , Pasrian , Putregender , Ragebodiment , Rivonia , Scargender , Villaithing , Viscerarian , Voidinwatchic

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kurjat · 21 days

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Be mindful that this blog may contain some disturbing content.

Hi! I'm Kurja (you can also call me Kani, Kanerva or Brutus) — illustrator/graphic designer and fine arts student — i post my art, work, wips & other creations — i also reblog other peoples art, current events/stuff I deem helpful and stuff about a couple special interests

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organizedchaotics · 1 year

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And here we are. The introductory chapter of Class E. Under the readmore are 21 pages of work that kept me busy for the past four months. Hope you will like it. Light warning though due to mild bodyhorror

#tw: needle #tw: body horror #deltarune #class E #mpf

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thebuginyourwalls · 1 year

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The Homunculus Kills its Creator

Heya guys! This is a bit of prequel content to a personal horror project I've been developing. The main project isn't gt centric, but the backstory of this character in particular is, so I thought I'd just share some bits and pieces now and again since I'm feeling inspired.

Heads up though, this part contains gore. TW for; Mild Bodyhorror, Poison, Surgical Torture, Vivisection (or Dissection, depending), Suicidal Ideation, Blood, and brief vomiting mention near the start.

It had done it. It had finally killed him.

For the first time in centuries, the homunculus smiled.

An intimidating drop from the bedroom nightstand stretched down before it, ending in that hideous mold-green carpet that was quickly becoming soaked through with blood. The Alchemist was crawling around on the floor, retching, trying to make it to the door. No doubt to attempt to concoct an antidote to the poison in his laboratory, but the homunculus knew he would never make it.

Perhaps the Alchemist thought it a stupid creature, but it had been planning this for a very long time.

"That poison was years in the making," it stated simply, swinging its legs over the edge of the drawers as it watched him fruitlessly fumble with the closed door, "Even if you get to your equipment, you won't be able to counter it before it renders you immobile."

The Alchemist visibly tensed at the unfamiliar voice. His head turned to scan the room, wild eyes finally settling on its minute form when it gave a little wave to direct his attention.

"You?"

His mouth dribbled more blood as he spoke. Voice shaking and watery as if every breath threatened to drown him. The homunculus smiled again, flashing its eerily uniform teeth.

"Yes, me."

"How...When did you-"

"Learn to speak? Three iterations ago," It tilted its head, "Learn to think? Well, that I could do from the start."

Pushing itself from the edge of the drawers, it landed with a barely audible thump on the carpet. It had no bones to break, after all, for its body was merely enchanted alchemist's clay. Something which had proven useful in the hiding of needles and small vials of chemicals needed for this plan.

As it stood, it pushed its hand into its chest cavity, just under where the ribs would be if it were a real person, to retrieve the last essential piece. It did not grimace as it pulled the scalpel head from its skin, though the sensation brought back all-too-familiar memories of vivisections and amputations.

This time, though, it was itself who held the blade. It saw its master's gaze fixate on the gleaming metal as it approached. Its feet staining with blood up to the ankles.

"You're a fool," the Alchemist warned, though his words were laced with poorly hidden fear. The homunculus could see his muscles twitching, trying to move him away, but the paralysis was already taking hold.

"Your life is ti-tied to mine...If I die, you will cease to be, homunculus. There is...no afterlife for your kind."

That hurt it a little. It had long dreamed of the world outside its flask, outside this house. Of green trees and blue skies and new air that did not smell of ancient dust.

But this was always how it would end. Either that, or when the Alchemist grew bored of his pet project and finally resolved not to revive it again.

It much preferred the ending where the Alchemist felt as much pain as possible.

"I know," the homunculus answered finally, "But there is an afterlife for you, no?"

It took another few steps forward, its grip on the scalpel head tightening.

"Your soul shall live on. So why fear death as you do? All these years you have spent trying to extend your material life..."

More steps forward. The Alchemist's face had gone slack like melting putty, but his eyes still gleamed with awareness. There was anger, as it had anticipated, but also desperation and terror.

All this time, this had been the man it was so afraid of? It seemed laughable now, that such cruelty could come from someone so pathetic.

The Homunculus leant forward, so close that it could see its own reflection in his eyes. A pale, sexless thing. Too uncanny to have ever passed as human, even if it had been the right size.

Imperfect. Unfinished. Soulless.

"I would wager that you fear what's waiting for you on the other side more than I fear nonexistence," it continued, "I will be glad to be the one to send you there."

With that, it stood straight again and began to walk down the length of the man's body until it reached his thigh. Then it clambered up and sat itself in the dip at the back of his knee.

Its whole life, the Alchemist had impressed upon it the superiority of the human form. Something that it had always failed to achieve, even if it had made considerable progress since its early days as a shapeless mass.

Now, as it cut through the man's trouser leg to the warm skin, beneath which nestled the vulnerable femoral artery, it could not understand what was superior about it at all.

It pressed the blade to the skin, blood immediately beading as it cut an X shape along the inside of the knee. The Alchemist made alarmed noises that could have almost been words, but his body remained still even as the homunculus pulled up the corners of skin, exposing the shining red flesh to the air.

He continued protesting incoherently as it pressed its hand to the bare muscle, feeling for a pulse. Then, slowly, it made a second incision and pushed its hand under the flesh, delighting in the choked gagging it earnt from him.

"Funny. For so long, I thought you were untouchable," it grinned, deliberately moving its arm so as to agitate the wound further, "If only I had known before how easy it is to hurt you."

It took some time to bask in the whimpering of its old master as it searched for the artery, not caring for the viscera that coated its front as it did so. None of that would matter, soon enough. Everything would finally be over.

Suddenly, the Alchemist erupted in a shriek of agony that even made the homunculus flinch. It paused, listening to his labored breathing for a second before moving its hand again, this time clearly feeling the ropelike vein its fingers had only brushed against before.

"Ah," it hummed, "The sciatic nerve. I had almost forgotten..."

The Alchemist screamed again as it took hold of it gently, pulling it up closer to the incision to see it in the light. The homunculus could feel the man's muscles spasming, which ironically only caused it to jostle the nerve more in an attempt to keep it from slipping from its fingers.

It pressed the edge of its blade under the nerve, marveling at how the Alchemist's screaming devolved into a small, strangled noise.

"Before I cut this...and leave you in too much pain to comprehend anything else, let me say a final thing," it spoke slowly, clearly. It had to ensure it was heard, for after tonight it would never speak again.

"I hate you. Hate you. It was this that helped me to realize your ignorance, you know. For as much as you insisted I was incapable of feeling…My hatred is real. So is my pleasure at the knowledge that you will spend eternity in Hell, as I have since the day you created me."

It allowed him only a moment of reprieve so that the words could sink in before it mercilessly severed the nerve.

It had never imagined its master could have made the sounds that followed. His hysterical sobbing was like music to its ears, and part of it was tempted to simply leave him like this now that the pain would leave him paralyzed even after the poison wore off.

But no, it needed something final. It had made its peace with dying, and to deny itself that fate could lead to self-doubt if it was not careful.

It reached its hand back into the wound and felt around for the femoral artery, cutting it quickly before any second-thoughts could take root in its mind. Immediately warm, crimson blood gushed out, coating almost every inch of the Homunculus' body as it slipped down off its dying master's leg. The carpet was soaked. The spongy fabric squelched with each tiny step it took back towards the Alchemist's face.

He was still crying, groaning with agony as his life drained away. He would be dead in a matter of minutes, and the Homunculus intended to savor every second.

It sat itself down near the bedside cabinet it had jumped from, leaning against the antique wooden frame. Had it possessed lungs, it might have been compelled to sigh.

These are my last remaining moments, it thought to itself, I wish I had thought more about what I wanted to do before I was gone...

It cast its gaze up to one of the many shuttered windows. The room was dark, and so it was able to see the slightest sliver of moonlight through the cracks. But the sight only made its heart ache with regret. Or perhaps longing. It could not regret never having seen the sky, of course, for it had never been given a choice in the matter.

It was all too late now, anyway. As it turned its attention back to the dying man again, it was surprised to feel very little about his ending. Gone was the terrifying master who had tormented it all these years, and in his place was simply a sad old man. His eyes were too clouded with pain and exhaustion to even register his own creation sitting across from him. It was…disconcertingly dull as far as revenge went.

The Homunculus closed its eyes and leant its head back against the wood. There was no good in having the last thing it saw be the exact same as the first thing it saw, so it imagined the night sky instead. Beyond the shallow breaths of the Alchemist, beyond the creaking walls of the house, he could hear it; The rushing of soft wind and the chirping of crickets.

It imagined that the sky was clear and full of brilliant stars like the astronomy maps on the walls. It could pick out all of the constellations, and name all the planets visible with the naked eye. It smiled again, and pictured the moon last. Full and beautiful, illuminating its path through the winding forests of silver trees.

The Homunculus sat with this image and waited to die.

And it waited.

And waited.

....

It listened. The shallow breathing had stopped.

Yet the minutes ticked on far beyond its calculations. When it finally cracked an eye open, the Alchemist was still and silent, his own eyes glassy and unseeing.

The Homunculus simply stared at him for a while longer, counting down the seconds. Then those seconds turned to minutes and those minutes turned to hours, and that all too familiar terror laced its way back into its chest.

This wasn't meant to be happening. It was meant to be over.

Slowly, the homunculus got to its feet and padded back over, straining to hear even the slightest indication of life. When it was sure that it heard no breath, it moved to his neck and placed a hand there, searching for a pulse. When it found none, it went back and forth between these two actions until it was going dizzy with anxiety.

Had it gotten the ratios wrong? Had it cut something non-essential instead of the artery it was aiming for?

What if...this was something he had planned for? He was an Alchemist, after all. One that had lived for hundreds of years already, no less. How could it have been so stupid as to think it could be the first to catch him off guard?

It began to pace across the floor, frantically muttering the steps of its plan back to itself. There had to be a mistake somewhere. Some reason as to why it had failed to properly kill him. Perhaps he had backed up his soul in some way?

It made a mental note of everything in the lab. It had been confined to that room for so long that it could take stock of everything in there with its eyes closed. If something had changed, or if the Alchemist had constructed such a vessel, it would have seen it.

The Homunculus glared at the man's corpse with sudden suspicion. What if he had not actually bled out, but passed out?

The image of him awakening at any moment, with righteous fury in his eyes and absolutely no way of appealing to him, was enough to make the homunculus seize the scalpel again and scramble up onto his back, tearing through the fabric of his shirt with animal desperation.

It had to be quick. Which was going to be an issue given that he was lying on his front. It put a thick layer of muscles between the homunculus and his vital organs.

But what else could it do? It had to be sure that he was dead for good.

With a determined grimace, it cut open a strip of skin along his back and began to hack away the flesh beneath in chunks. It was far less elegant than its earlier attempt, but it did not care. It just had to get in.

At some point, it abandoned the scalpel and resolved to pull apart the meat with its hands, burrowing like some awful parasite until the tough muscle finally gave way to the soft organ tissues. It did not stop to prioritize as it tore through them one by one. If the Alchemist had indeed found a way to bind his soul to his body, then it had to make the body unusable.

The process took what felt like forever, yet finally it emerged from the ragged wound with blood in its teeth and under its nails, and it knew that no amount of scrubbing would ever truly get the stains out.

But. He was dead. Or as close to death as someone who dealt in obscene magics could be. Yet the homunculus was still alive.

It stood in the marvelous silence of the house that had so long been its prison, and for the first time in centuries, it cried.

#gt #g/t #gt writing #oc [Medusa]#oc [Homunculus]#I'm not sure if I should put whumpy tags on this or not #I may add them later #My writing #Also dw this little guy is eventually fine & (relatively) well-adjusted. It just takes a long time to get there.#story [Project Esoterica]

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