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do you guys ever think abt what it means that Contessa shoots twice at the end of Worm.
do you guys ever think its because the first shot was fired without the use of her power.
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glassknee · 3 days
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malwarechips · 3 days
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worm painting
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Recovering from massive hangover, so no Victoria posting from me today :((
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clarartsa · 3 days
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My OC Longsight for the @parahumanzine . Sucks that we weren't able to publish a whole zine this time around, hopefully next time though! I had a ton of fun making Longsigt here. I really enjoy the idea of a power that could be really strong but isn't because of how it's expressed or who has it. I'd love to answer more questions about her so please feel free to ask.
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bitterestbuggy · 1 day
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Bearer and they worms!! 🪱
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the4bestgame-blog · 19 hours
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Need more worm fan fiction ): Send me the good stuff, the longer the better.
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evolutionsvoid · 2 days
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To many, the plague of the Arimakki is madness, a terrible blight that is infesting an already wounded world. As the war wages on, and communities lay in ruin, these horrible parasites torment the many people trapped within these devastated lands. Every day, folks pray that a miracle come a wash away this sickness, for the world to be rid of at least one terror. But it seems that not all despise the Arimakki and their Vile Red Tree. Some who look upon these godly parasites and see some kind of potential or profit to be gained from them. Many are short sighted dreams that rely on foolish greed and dumb luck to pull off, and most who seek the Arimakki for gain perish beneath their writhing hordes. Yet, these are not the worst to be found, these are not the only folk who would seek out the feverish parasites. There are those who would look upon the Arimakki and not see fear and disease, instead finding some bizarre admiration for these terrible babbling things. It must speak to the madness that has gripped this world, where folks would turn to the Arimakki for guidance...
As vile and impossible it would seem, there are the rare folk who do align themselves with the Arimakki. These are people who are beyond broken, beyond help, trying to find some hand hold in a world gone mad. Ask any sane person, and they would find no reasons to ever look up to the feverish parasites, yet there are some who see something hopeful within the babbling creatures. They point to a world locked in endless war, where violence and death reign supreme. They would show you a fractured Church, where faith rots and compassion has perished. Everywhere you would look, you would find people suffering and starving, towns in ruin and families torn apart. But yet the Arimakki thrive. Amongst all the torment eating away at the land, the Arimakki show no signs of fear, hunger or want. As the flames of war devour hearts and homes, the parasites dance, laugh and babble in oblivious tongues. They do not turn on their own kind, they know not of betrayal or deceit. Humanity would accuse them of being simple, primal, yet what has our great intellect brought? In a crazed world, the insane parasite appears to be the only one who is sane, and some would seek that out. They would go to the Arimakki in hopes of finding that oblivious bliss that would blind them to the suffering of this tortured existence. 
It was believed to be impossible to achieve, as how can one possibly join forces with a mindless plague? The Arimakki speak no language, they have shown no desire to communicate. They have no plans, no laws, no goals, just the desire to grow, eat and spread. No tongue would reach their ears, no offerings would sway them. It comes to no surprise that most who seek out the Arimakki would die amongst the feverish heat. But with enough time and desperate souls, a bloody path was paved and a horrible answer was found. To receive the blessing of the Arimakki, one must become like them. To do this, an excruciating ceremony must be performed. Most would call it madness, but the crazed pilgrims who seek this path have another word for it: Koroni Netsu. This is the baptism that changes a person, that warps their mind so that they may become like an Arimakki. It calls for all things Arimakki, to submerse your body thoroughly in their world, and pray that your flesh is strong enough to make the journey. According to the disgusting tales, to perform Koroni Netsu, one must consume the flesh of the White Worm, and pierce their body with splinters of the Vile Red Tree. The final step is to baptize yourself in a shower of Feverish Sweat, and let the boiling juices take hold. What follows is a sickness that no medicine can cure, an unholy fever that burns without end or relief. The form is consumed in a vile heat, your body working with the Arimakki ingredients to create an internal flame hot enough to burn away all things human. If the fever is one's body fighting a sickness, the Koroni Netsu targets the disease that is humanity. All is seared and boiled by the sickness, and often the pilgrim dies in its thrall. Most mortal flesh is incapable of handling such heat and internal devastation, but there are some who do make the journey alive. However, with what comes out the other side, some folk would argue that there is no "surviving" this...
Those who undertake Koroni Netsu and emerge alive will be cleansed of their humanity and be filled instead with the blessing of the Arimakki. Their own flesh will radiate the sickly heat, and within their cavities will squirm the pallid White Worms. Of their previous mind, there will be no trace. There are no thoughts remaining, no sane words to be understood. Their tongues babble the same nonsense as the Arimakki, and their actions mirror the parasites' insanity. This conversion goes beyond simple heat and hallucination, as the Arimakki themselves will bring no harm to this new inductee. Those who undergo this process can walk amongst the parasites without a worry, as they now radiate the aura of fever and belonging. They have become another member of the colony, and they will be welcome within its boiling depths. To fit in with their fellow parasites, they shall scrounge from the dead and wear discarded husks. They shall cloak themselves with feverish flesh and lifeless worm, finding comfort in their weight and layers. And like all Arimakki, there is a role for them in the colony, and it is the one task their lost mind cares about. These pilgrims will become priests, and preach the word of the Arimakki to all. With staffs fashioned from the Vile Red Tree, and cloaks of White Worm, they go to the masses to spread the message and sickness. But to the people of the world, they are a blight and a madness. Their words are incomprehensible, their lectures crazed raving. The only conversion they hope to bring is spreading the White Worm and Vile Red Tree themselves as they wander. Those who try to silence their mindless tongues will find them potent foes, as they call upon the Feverish Sweat that now flows within. Clouds of boiling steam are released from their bodies and staffs, their sickly heat roasting any who get too close. Blades and claws born from Arimakki corpses can sear through armor and flesh, all while their maddened lectures continue on. To everyone else, the conversion into an Arimakki priest is pure lunacy, seen as mental suicide. But to the people who dare take on such a pilgrimage, they often find that there is no other path for them. 
Humanity loves to preach its superiority and speak of the wonders that come from their minds. Yet look upon the world and see what this superior intellect has brought. Petty war, ruined lands and mass graves unending. If these are the monuments of an enlightened mind, than the greatest blessing one can receive is the key to undo these cursed shackles of "intellect."     
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"Arimakki Priest"
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Image by Natfot from Pixabay
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gotrashh · 1 day
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for @wormbraind
the only cherish drawing I've ever done
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POV : you are a toddler in brockton bay
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basically this is a still very WIP thing
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wormsideblog · 2 days
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You can tell that the capes aren't human because they find it in themselves to not laugh at Dragon's Newfie accent
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aureomoss · 2 days
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joysuscreation · 3 days
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If I didn’t have severe commitment issues, I’d definitely write a story about my WORM oc
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foogriffy · 6 months
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would you still love me if i was a worm?
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onebadnoodle · 4 months
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does this count as a fursona
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