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roadkill-raccoons · 1 year

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Pomegranates, the fruit of the dead :)

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oleander-nin · 7 months

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Horrortober Day 9 - Death(Yandere Rise Mikey x Reader)

A/N, not important: DO NOT IGNORE THE CONTENT WARNINGS. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: DEATH, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH(?), DECOMPOSITION, living with a corpse, Delusions, vomit, kidnapping, blood, bodily fluids, dark themes, yandere themes

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Summary: Mikey's so far into his own head he doesn't even notice how far gone you are as well.

Mikey whistles to himself as he draws in his sketchbook, your head in his lap while he does so. It was a lazy Saturday, nothing going on for him, or for you. He decided that morning that he didn’t want to do anything but cuddle and relax, dragging you into his lap and settling down. The hand he wasn’t using to draw rakes slowly through your hair, your closed eyes and paling face making Mikey smile.

You were so much sweeter like this. Complacent with everything he does, no longer fighting, no longer flinching at his touch. Sure, you had grown quiet, but you had also stopped arguing. It was a massive improvement in his eyes.

The candles around his room flickered, the sweet aroma battling the foul stench seeping from the depths. He barely noticed, having grown so used to the smell. It wasn’t bad to him, and he brushed it off whenever his brothers complained when they walked by. It was why he got the candles after all. To quell their complaints and keep you happy. He couldn’t have you living in a rancid room after all. Even if it was mostly your fault either way.

Mikey sets his pencil down and leans over, grabbing the remote to his personal TV Donnie had gifted him for you. He turns it on, switching through the channels with mild disinterest. He glances down at you, his thumb caressing your cheek softly. He could feel your cheek cavity caving in at the small amount of pressure, fluid spilling from your lips. He simply wipes it away and turns back to the screen, ignoring the way your hair falls out in clumps in his hands as he strokes your head.

“What do you want to watch?” He asks, clicking through each channel as it comes on. He appreciates how you weren’t as rigid as the other day, although your skin still felt dry. He knew you hadn’t been getting up to take care of yourself, but it was still disappointing. Maybe he’d give you some lotion to put on later, to add some more life to your touch.

He doesn’t wait for you to answer, clicking on the first cartoon that pops up and leaning over his sketchbook once more. The weight of your head in his lap was comforting, making every wrong in the world right once more. You were his anchor, keeping him still and steady despite the rocking waves. He would be lost without you, and he refused to ever let you go.

The TV drones on in the background while Mikey draws, loosely sketching you and practicing poses with your body. He was restraining himself from adding too much detail to the pieces, trying to capture your essence in as few lines as possible, but feeling guilty for not pulling out all the stops in the drawing of your likeness.

He takes your limp hand and squeezes it, whispering soft words to you while he stares. You gave no opinion to his dilemma, but Mikey still felt bad for not giving you the full works, even if it was just in a drawing. He sighs, deciding to leave those drawings as just sketches, and make a fuller piece of you on the next page.

The page turns, and a knock sounds from the door, startling Mikey. He stares at the door for a moment before carefully moving you off him and slipping off the bed. He opens the door to see Leo, the older slider grimacing. He coughs when the door opens, taking a step back from his room.

“Mikey, Hermano, your room smells like death. Are you okay? Did a rat die in your paints again?”

Mikey frowns, shaking his head. “Not that I know of. And I have candles burning, so that should get rid of the smell soon. But I don’t even notice it unless I’ve been outside for a long while. It’s not that bad.”

Leo sighs, rubbing the bridge of his snout. He didn’t have the heart to tell him just how awful the smell was. He looks at his younger brother, both in concern and love. “Have they woken up yet at least? You said they’ve been sleeping for three days now.”

Mikey pouts, shaking his head. “Nope, still asleep. I shook them this morning and everything.”

Leonardo stares at his younger brother, contemplating what to do. He understood you were Mikey’s, and he wasn’t going to fight the younger on that again. However, having his youngest sibling and his kidnapped partner live in a room that reeked of death, especially while you were apparently out cold, was not the best idea.

“I’ll take a look at them.” Leo mumbles, walking into the room once Mikey steps to the side. Leo covers his nose as he steps into the thick of it, his eyes burning and lungs crying out for mercy. He couldn’t even breathe through his mouth, the air tasting as putrid as it smelled. His eyes land on you, and he freezes. Flies were buzzing around your head, landing on your skin. Pus and other fluids dripped from you, your bloated body being in the middle of Mikey’s bed and staining his sheets and blankets with the muck of decomposition.

Mikey was right in a sense. You hadn’t been waking up. Not like you could anymore, not with what Leo was staring at. Your eyes looked to have been forced shut with tape, your body patchy and drained of color from the lack of life. Mikey looks on at you too, his vision warped to see your sleeping form rather than your corpse. Your dead, rotting corpse.

Leo pukes and runs out of the room, yelling for his brothers with Mikey’s pleas hot on his heels.

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benjimatorarts · 11 months

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Would you take their hand?

#lalo salamanca #Howard Hamlin #Laloward #Better Call Saul #post mortem au #Breaking Bad #tw blood #TW dead people #tw body horror #tw horror #tw decomposition #better call saul season 6

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elementaskylos345 · 4 months

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Read Duncan's chapter of the Survivirs of Wawanakwa fic and got a little inspired :3c

Duncan is just trying to pray, but his demons keep haunting him

((Censored because I draw creepy stuff and gore galore, but I effectively drew what Noah looked like when he was found, not when he died meaning decomposition n stuff))

Uncensored under the cut

#art #drawing #elementa art #my art #digital art #island of the slaughtered #total slaughter island #fanart #tw decomposition #tw dead body #drawn gore #meme #td duncan #td noah

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3opossums · 4 months

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I found a friend today. She is beautiful. My housemate said it was sad but I know she is resting now.

#vulture culture #tw bones #tw decomposition #bones #decomposing #animal bones

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basket-cas · 6 months

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Ok, I saw this tadc theory (Idk who's it is but if y'all know plz lmk) that said that, because they're trapped in this digital world but still have (presumably) human bodies, they're bodies would start rotting/decaying/etc. and, omg, could you imagine??

It starts as an itch. Assuming you can still feel your real body, imagine day by day, no, hour by hour, feeling the blood pool to your extremities. The feeling of ants constantly crawling over you or the pinpricks of needles with every step, every breath. You start feeling colder and colder, to the point that you feel as though no matter how many blankets, sweaters, layers you put on, the icy grip never loosens, never leaves. Suddenly, you feel raw and exposed. Have you ever heard of de-gloving? No? Well, now you've felt it. Don't get me started on the insects, the scavengers, god forbid you have a pet. Always wet, always cold, always exposed, always wrong. Until, one day, there's nothing.

The original theory said something along the lines of it being normal for the others. Like, they all assume it's part of the experience which is so fucked. Everyone assuring you that, "it's ok, it happens to all of us" not knowing that even if you got out, what do you go back to? At that point, how do you get out? Would you rather live forever but never know the truth, or escape only to never even fully know you got out.

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc theory #the amazing digital circus theory #tw rotting #tw decomposition #pleasepleaseplease find me the person who came up with this chef's kiss of an idea #i want to make out with them #it is 4:44 in the a to the m

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strange-doll-child · 8 months

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This took me forever but at least I got it done even tho I was giving up by stage 4

#fanart #fan art #edit #?#master gracey #dorian gracey #disney haunted mansion #haunted mansion #the haunted mansion #genderbend #genderswap #aging man portrait #aging man #tw decomposition #tw aging #just in case obviouslt #tw skeleton #hm genderbend

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visceravalentines · 25 days

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Is there really, like, a plug, that you put in the corpse's, uh, BUTT, to prevent untimely decomposition gasses from escaping at inopportune moments, like, at the wake?

Or, if not...is there something that can be done to prevent poor Aunt Mertyl from letting loose one last 'rafter raiser' and traumatizing the family?

hysterical question incredible phrasing

there is a plug, but it's more intended to hold back the liquid and solid waste products, and we only use it if we can't. get. them. to. stop. coming. out. you would think a dead body would be a finite space with a finite amount of shit and/or blood in there. you would be, apparently, wrong. we call it an A/V plug. this does not stand for audio/visual.

in terms of decomposition gasses, that's why we aspirate! aspiration is taking the trocar, a long hollow wand or "needle" that's about three feet long, hooking it up to a suction method, and puncturing the abdomen to suck out all the gasses, liquids, and semisolids you got sloshing around in there. we then unhook the aspirator hose and put on a tube that we attach a bottle of cavity embalming fluid to, and we fill the abdominopelvic cavity with strong embalming chemical. this usually (but not always) prevents that gas buildup! we typically aspirate one more time before we get the person dressed, just to be thorough.

#asks #anon asks #tw embalming #tw decomposition #wild stuff

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graveyardharmony · 8 months

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first day at my new job and it went very well i think!! (my coworker gave me a dead cat) :)

#animal bones #vulture culture #bones #tw animal bones #nature #goblincore #skeleton #oddities #tw dead things #tw dead animal #tw gore?#tw decomposition #tw animal death #dead animal #dead animal tw

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temporaltourguide · 2 days

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i know how everybody loves the bathroom in saw 2 so.

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nervous-person · 3 months

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when it comes to seeing michael afton post-sister location designs it always pains me to see him drawn with hair. no hate to anyone its just if you know about decomposition... he would be bald.

#fnaf #michael afton #tw: death #tw death #tw // death #tw: decomposition #tw decomposition #tw // decomposition #covering all my bases here #tw death mention #five nights at freddy's

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shameless-sol-apologist · 4 months

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i like the idea of raimu and phantom being kinda representing different aspects of death

like phantom is the spiritual death. the memories of deceased ones disappearing, works of art being forgotten, cultural artifacts decaying and falling apart, etc

meanwhile raimu is the physical death. the gross decomposition stuff, the worms and bugs eating away the decaying flesh, the sun dried bones

fun :)

#tw death #what do i tag this #tw decomposition #ask to tag #dj phantom #soulthief raimu #crow's screeching

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elmhat · 1 year

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About your LN AU- sounds like Dream’s not feeling too hot. So what’s he doing? How much is he even capable of contributing in that state?

And how does he feel about Punz sharing the book?

// dsmp rp

The thing about the ocean is that the creatures that live there need to eat. While the water itself helps slow the decomposition, crabs pick at Dream’s flesh, creating gaping holes and patches of exposed bone—on top of the still-fresh scars from prison. He is, quite literally, falling apart.

The revival process helps. Though he is no longer actively disintegrating, and he can regain some mobility, he is essentially bedridden. Even basic needs like eating are difficult, with the state of his internal organs.

He stays in Purpled’s house—Purpled being the one to actually bring him back. Not a UFO, because of course Quackity never actually made it, but it’s still an expensive place in the heart of Las Nevadas. It’s lucky that Purpled lives alone. Dream is very much forbidden from going outside, for fear of being discovered, and he uses that as his excuse for staying sedentary. It’s intensely frustrating.

That’s not to mention that, mentally, Dream is still fresh out of prison. One minute, he was in his cell; the next, he’s in an unknown land. Las Nevadas didn’t exist the last time he was outside, and now it’s the only thing that exists, as far as the eye can see. So he’s his usual traumatized mess, but with Purpled around, and being in such a hostile environment, he tries his best to play it cool, to act like he’s adjusting—even when he can barely stand.

This is not what Purpled planned. He wanted an ally, and he ended up becoming a carer. The plan is pushed back. Dream won’t be scaring anyone like this. You see, Purpled didn’t need Dream for his strength, not for taking out Quackity; he needed Dream for his legitimacy. Dream is already a feared name. Purpled is not. It was his whole reason for joining Las Nevadas in the first place.

And Dream is furious at Punz for giving up the book. He hates. How fucking dare they, when he went through so much to protect it? He has to use the anger, because the anger is the only thing covering up the fear, the existential dread of this information being out there.

The only reason he manages to cool off is because Punz isn’t actually there. For Egg-related reasons, Punz isn’t allowed anywhere near Las Nevadas, meaning at first, it’s only Dream and Purpled—and Dream can’t risk taking out his anger on someone so unpredictable.

#merc pact au #elm asks #tw decomposition

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meilia-stims · 11 months

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Idk if you've made one but could you make a coruption(the tma entitie) or one for the stranger(the tma entity)

The Corruption (The Magnus Archives) stimboard for @godbutwithsexappeal

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#stimboard #stim #meilia’s stimboards #request #the magnus archives #the entities #the corruption #bug tw #tw bug #tw animal death #tw decomposition #tw rotting #worm tw #tw worms #tw mushrooms #worm stim #bug stim #tma stim #tma

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doodlebloo · 1 year

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& man I hate ppl that are like "Oh well Michael's a zombie pigman so eventually he's going to decompose and he'll never be able to actually grow up" like I'm sorry but this is Magic World. Yes technically zombie piglins don't age up in game. Technically, in game, everyone is incapable of sitting down. Is that also in your fic. & Also it's fucking magic world, why can people go to a magical floating land defeat a dragon and fight a box creature to get a pair of wings but they can't cure a zombie virus. + There's literally a way to cure zombification IN the game + L + Ratio + Michael_B has more fans than u do.

#doodle.txt #tw death #tw decomposition #tw zombies #ask to tag

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