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The warmth of his flesh

CW: Cannibalism (no gore actually described, just.. subtle descriptions? Probably could make you queezy idk) This is my first time writing a fic, so critique is welcome! :)

NOT A KINK/FETISH!! (i'm not weird trust)

I specifically wrote this for school in like 1 hour after the submission time so it's rushed... uh yeah that's it from me! :))

Summary:

Hyacinth can't help herself, she really can't! She wants to consume her lovers' flesh and she hates herself for it. What was she think of course he's going to say no! He's going to be so disgusted, what if he reports he- What? He said yes? He said he'd be honoured to?

How very lovely.

Continue reading!

“I’m rather disgusting aren’t I? I must reek of death.” He didn’t flinch, he didn’t look surprised. He just stared. “I will never be able to get the feeling of death off of me.” He just sat there. He didn’t say a word. “Especially after becoming one with it.” Hyacinth paused, waiting for a change in his expression. She gripped the fabric of his dress, waiting for the worst to come. 

“What an odd name you have, how come I've just noticed?” He ignored her, continuing with his ramble. “Hyacinth, Hyacinth, Hyacinth… surely you know what it means? He laughed. “What am I saying? Of course you know. A desire for forgiveness. Is that why you’ve come to meet me, at this hour?”

He looked back at her, her body tensed, her hands curled into his fists. “I’ve.. consumed flesh before.” 

“How many times?”

“Three times- it’s a horrible feeling though, it's honestly quite disgusting-”

“Then why do you do it?”

“I…” She sighed, pushing her hair back with her hands. Her mind was racing. What a stupid, stupid idea. Why did she think this would’ve worked? She should’ve just kept it in. But she couldn’t. The thought was consuming her every moment of the day. Every glance at him would make it even worse. She tried to rub the feeling off, taking hour long baths, scrubbing her skin till the water turned brown. She was disgusting, thoroughly disgusting. What a disgusting, terrible human she was. Was she even human?

What kind of human would have thoughts of consuming their own lover? Her wretched flesh had to be punished, for thinking in such ways. She’d scratch her flesh, days on end, attempting to rip her own skin out, to pay for the terrible things she’d done, yet she just couldn't stop. She never threw the meat out of her cellar. And now she keeps on going, now with her fourth lover. But this time felt different. He was different. He provided her comfort like no one else could. To have that comfort within forever, would be an ultimate bliss. 

He snapped his fingers. “You okay love? You seem disoriented.” Even now, after hearing what she’s done he still cares for her. His care disgusts her and comforts her at the same time.

“Did you hear me? I said i-”

“Yes, yes, you’ve cannibalized your lovers before, what else?” 

Her blood ran cold, her eyes wide. How did he know about that? She never told him that detail.

“How did you know?”

“You forget I've known you long before we were even together darling. Of course I noticed when my friends went missing, it’s just now I know why.” He chuckled.

“You don’t care? You’re not mad?”

“How could I be? I haven’t done anything remarkable in my entire existence, except being with you. Now you’ve done something that people wretch at the thought of. How wonderful.”

She scoffed at him, angered by his unexpected acceptance. “You know what I’m going to ask you then, right?”

“Of course, I recognize your pattern, and I graciously accept.” He bowed dramatically, unable to hide his laugh.

“Don’t mock me!” She looked at him, tears starting to well up in her eyes. “It’s not like I want to! hate the very thought of parting with you!” It was true, she really hated herself for wanting to do such a thing.

“Now why are you crying? I didn’t yell at you did I? Even better, I accepted!” He sighed, putting his back against the wall.

“But why?” She was confused, concerned, scared,but another feeling was creeping up her back. Glee. A lover becoming a part of you is one thing, but when they accept and are willing? Now their souls really would be intertwined.

“Because all I am is yours. I’ve never done much in my life, and I don't think I will. All I want at this point is to please you. My death will be meaningless. But if I offer myself to you, perhaps..” He paused, refusing to continue further.

She looked at him, unsure of what to do. Thank him? Cry? Hyacinth froze, unable to respond.

“I ask for one thing from you though.”

“And that is?”

“Time. Time spent with you.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes.”

At 6:00 in the afternoon, Hyacinth dragged her lover to her house, or rather her mansion. They rarely spent time there together so he often forgot about his darling’s lavish lifestyle. He’d rather go somewhere else, somewhere less stuffy, somewhere less… uncomfortable. It wasn’t her peculiar diet that made him feel uneasy, nor was it the way her wide eyes bore into his soul. It was that wretched mansion. The entire estate was gloomy, adapting a color palette only a ghost could enjoy. It was painted a dark grey, the roof an even darker shade. The windows loomed over him, reaching the ceiling. The entire mansion was surrounded by long, thin trees. Oh how he hated her place, but whatever would make her happy.

At 7:00 pm they were sitting in the living room, the fireplace warming up the entire room. Hyacinth was laughing at a dumb joke he made, one that he didn’t even find funny. They were laying on the wooden floor, talking about the most trivial things in existence. She played with his hair while he went on about his day, before he saw her, which instantly brightened his day. 

At 9:00 pm he attempted to fancy up the dining room, with much disapproval from Hyacinth. “I’m just preparing the dining room for your meal”, he joked. She didn’t find it very amusing. He stuffed random flowers such as lilies and hydrangeas into the closest vases and pots he could find. He lit candles all across the room, turning off the chandelier, making the entire room illuminated by the melting candles.

At 9:30 they sat down on opposite sides, discussing the most random topics they could think of. She laughed at all of his poorly thought out jokes, cracking a smile that could light up an entire room. “You know I love you right?” He smiled at her, resting his head on his hand. “I’m aware.”

“I’m doing this because I love you.”

“Yeah.”

“You provide me with a comfort that I want to be engulfed in forever.”

“Then I'll give you that.”

“I really do love you, I really do. I can’t help myself.” She started to cry.

“And here comes the waterworks.” 

“I hate myself for doing this to you.”

“I don't mind.”

“I love you.”

“...”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

At 2:30 am Hyacinth’s full course meal was prepared. There was everything he could ever ask for. She grabbed her knife and fork hesitantly, staring at her meal for a while. She told herself to stop staring and start eating. If she didn’t start soon, the food would probably go bad, then it would all be for nothing. She slowly picked up her fork, stabbing the meat, slowly carving into it with her fork. She opened her mouth, her lip quivering. She took her first bite.

At 3:15 am the entire dining room was a mess. There was food scattered across the long table. She had long forgotten about her utensils, instead opting for her hands. She was probably eating her entire stock in one sitting. She had never done that before, but this time it was worth it. Every bite she took provided more and more comfort, her insides melting from the chewy texture. She just couldn’t stop herself. She grabbed at more meat, her face stuffed to the brim with the meat, the remnants spilling on her white, floor length frock. She tried to make herself throw up, but she just couldn’t. Her face was stained with tears. She sobbed through each bite. “I’m really sorry, I really am! I just couldn’t help myself! You just taste too good!” She shoved her face with more bites. “I’m so disgusting, aren’t i?”

AHHH I've re-written the first chapter of my story

You can read it or not (I get rlly awkward when people read my personal work anyway, so if you don't, I really don't mind 😅)

Under cut XP

Also, I might add more, but idk this is all I have energy for :3

Tw: very brief mention of suicide.

Word count: 1090

Keyto stood beside his father, absentmindedly holding onto his arm, whacking it back and forth lightly. It amused him greatly; despite the situation he had once again found himself in.

He was back in the mental hospital after his father, Mike had caught him trying to drown again, Keyto hadn’t necessarily been trying to hide it too much though. The mental hospital felt like his home, his place where most disliked him, but feared him too much to not speak to him. Out there he was judged and not seen, he felt like a coward, a completely different person to the eccentric energy he bought to the hospital.

With his headphones on he could faintly hear Mike and a receptionist (one that was not his favourite) talking. This was a familiar routine at this point, his therapist, Ruiya would most likely be coming right now to pick him up and get him all settled in. His bag would have to be searched, but Keyto didn’t mind, he had clothes, writing equipment and stuffed toys…as well as blades, knifes and ropes. Keyto knew they’d get taken away, but he always got a small kick at watching the concerned face of staff as they carefully extracted all his dangerous equipment.

He stood there with Mike, continuing to play with his arm, resisting the urge to bite it, it was just so biteable! But then he heard the sound of the door opening. Keyto glanced over, a sobbing woman, and rather indifferent looking child walked in. A second receptionist popped her head out and gestured for them over. Mike moved to the side more, as he was still filling out the files for Keyto’s stay. This bonked Keyto a bit, causing a squeaked of shock and offence to come from him. He clung onto Mikes arms tighter, stumbling back a bit and he huffed, glaring up at Mike. Mike didn’t see, he simply bought up the hand that Keyto was clinging to, and he pet Keyto’s head softly.

Keyto kept his firm grip on Mikes arm as he peaked over Mike to catch a glimpse at the other kid.

He looked quite tall, definately taller than Keyto (although Keyto wasn’t sure if that was a feat of any sorts, he was only 5ft 3), his face set in a scowl, fluffy brown hair falling all over the place, a large swoop of it covering half of his face. There were freckles all over his neck and the sides of his face, they seemed to be covering pretty much anywhere but his direct face.

Keyto went back to playing with Mikes arm :3

The seats in the waiting room were quite uncomfortable but Keyto didn’t complain, he curled up next to Mike and stared at the other kid, who was still getting signed in.

“You’ll be alright Keyto ?”

Keyto faintly heard Mike say that, and he forced his eyes away from who he was staring at.

“Of course I will ! When have I not been !” He said, ending with a small giggle.

He saw the concern clear on Mike’s face, but he was unsure how to respond to it, or comfort, let alone care that Mike was concerned about his wellbeing.

It was a while before the therapist that usually took care of him, Ruiya came through the doors. Keyto hadn’t noticed he was still staring at the kid, that had repeatedly given Keyto filthy looks, disturbed that some random kid was watching him.

Ruiya received Keyto’s files once again with a soft smile to the receptionist, flicking through it. This was the shortest time period that Keyto had been out. Usually, he was back within a month, this time it was merely a week. But small setbacks in Keyto’s recovery were nothing but small bumps in the long road.

Keyto chirped up as he saw Ruiya, bouncing up on the seat, his fingers scrunching up into the sleeves of his hoodie as he waved. Ruiya offered a weary wave back, tensing up and bracing impact as he saw Keyto jump up and bolt towards him, crushing him in a tight hug. He was honestly just like a puppy.

“Ah, good morning Keyto, I see your back.” Ruiya observed softly, his voice aiming to be as low and soothing as to not set Keyto off into getting even more excited than he already was. It was early in the morning, 5am to be exact, so everybody was still asleep.

“I am !!!” Keyto squeaked back, his whole body squished to Ruiya, he didn’t want to let go for a while.

Ruiya didn’t make any move to extract him, his brown eyes did take another take at the other patient there in the waiting room. The, supposed, mother was sobbing next to her, supposed, son, who was occasionally glancing over at her, not saying anything. It was not as odd of a sight in here, but it was a sight that made Ruiya feel saddened.

“Ruiya.” Mike said, standing up from his seat and walking over. He nodded at the other, not caring that Keyto was clinging to him, the man was nice, and he had any pleasant chats in and out of the hospital with Ruiya.

“Mike.” Ruiya said with a soft nod.

Keyto once again fazed out of the conversation, occasionally stomping his feet on the ground, or grasping onto Ruiya’s back tighter as the two men spoke above him. He was once again resisted the urge to bite and scratch at Ruiya’s back and arms.

“Alrighty, time to head in, say goodbye to Mike and grab your bag kiddo.” Ruiya encouraged softly, grabbing Keytos shoulders every so slightly and pulling him out from the hug.

“Okieee !” Keyto swung around and waved to Mike, giving him a soft hug, feeling the reciprocation.

“Stay safe ok ? I’ll come back to visit in two days, focus on healing.” Mike muttered to him, giving a kiss to his head before letting Keyto go off. Snatching up his bag and following after Ruiya.

“BYEE MIKEE !!!” Keyto called as he left, disappearing into the facility.

Mike watched as his adoptee was swallowed by the doors of the mental hospital. His smile saddened, and he took a few moments of staring at the ground to let himself calm down. Once he had his mind back together, he straightened up, fixing the glasses more firmly on his face before making his way out, back towards the car to his always seemingly alone and quiet apartment.

OKIIEEE IF YOU HAVE ANY FEEDBACK I WOULDNT MIND ANY !!

I'm mainly looking for feedback as in did I get all the English correct, did I repeat anything, do I use the same word or phrase too often, and is it interesting to read. I'm not sure if this will be all there is for the first chapter, I might add more about Levi (the other kid who comes in)

Collaboration

ok so here's the thing I'm a writer with what I think would be a great story and sweet fun idea that could hit angst fluff and action while also looking at other themes I would love for this to be drawn tho I want to see it come to life so I'm looking for a partner in crime lemme know if you wanna build a story a world

k so i've been getting increasingly more unhinged about my own ocs and i cannot stand having only two people know about them so feast.

The overall story is called Scarlet Ghosts and it's about a 16-17 year old boy named Lewis geting himself and all his closest friends killed after trying to protect them from what he suspects are paranormal forces. After that, he finds himself all alone in the Realm of the Dead, and doesn't deem himself worthy enough to try and find the people whose lives he mistakenly took.

What happened beforehand, however, is that Lewis's father had passed just a few months before him. He was his entire world. So Lewis embarks on a trek across the entire Realm of the Dead to find him, whilst simultaneously giving a great effort in hiding his identity due to his fear of his friends getting their well deserved revenge.

This journey makes him stumble across stories and legends he never thought to be true, including one he wished wasn't....

(if you'd like to know more let me know! i have one oc in particular i enjoy blowing up in my head that i'd love to yap about :))

For Halloween I have some weird sketches for an OC story I'm writing

Should I start posting original character things??

I might :P

Probably not as my main thing tho

hi! been a while, anyways, im currently writing this silly little original web-story-series and I think its about time I share some of it here! check it out if you want :þ

its still very much a work in progress, so don’t expect that much to be there haha

Royal Road

Demon Hunt | Royal Road

After a series of incredibly unfortunate events, including losing his job, his girlfriend cheating on him, and then to top it all off, being

I think most of my life is being scared over simple human things, i truly dont know whats wrong with me but i despise the person i am, i hate the feelig that i get when a pit in stomcach resides and i have to live with the memory of a simple human error I committed,I dont mean to be rude I dont mean to be creepy I dont mean to hate people I don't mean any of it. If a time machine was a real concpt I'd simply use it to fix the itty bitty mistakes I made that no one would give a second thought to, if im not perfect and surpress everything I made to be well than I am an individual who does not deserve to live. I hate wallowing in the things I've done, constantly thinking of the choices I make and the things I end up doing, I am forever stuck in my mind and will rot away as my blackened hole grows.[Not my art]

Every so often, I get slightly tiered if asking people if they are okay, I want to help people I do, but at some point, it becomes sort of draining if the other person never bothered to ask back. Sometimes, being caring can be rather lonely because when the people you know constantly give something wrong but never ask about you, then it can get rather isolated. Although I'm slightly contradicting myself as I can't accept help because I don't want to bother people with my problems, at the same time I at least want to be asked yk?[Not my art]

I think I'm more inclined to help my freinds and such than they are to help me. Even if it is paranoia that leads it I fel like I always ask if there okay when there off and try my best to help writing them essays and tips on how to help getting them to talk to me and coaching then through it but I can't remember the last time any of them matched that kind of care. I feel shitty for saying it, but after a while, you start to notice these things. I'm not very inclined to ask for help, and the few times I have done, I just apologised every single time, but even simply having someone acknowledge that you're not okay still feels quite nice. Amd whats worse is that im never okay Ive seemed to say this many times and yet no one cares to respond but for once in my life I want somone watching there tone, making sure they seem happy and going out of there way to not upset them and constantly asking if there okay to me. For once, I want to feel like they care for me as much as i care for them. Even just once.[Not my art]

Glass bottles [Tw Blood]

When I was little, i had these plastic glass bottles

The first thing I did was spit my blood inside

I watched it sloth around as the cork got stained with red

I liked looking at my blood it was like a part of myself I woefully shed

My own blood I had decided to hide away and store.

My own blood, I let rot along, soaking into the cork.

Days later, i was going to eat it but saw the blood dried and faded almost dead

It was on the sides and screw this horrible brown colour, almost the embodyment of dread

Yet i still cleaned it out and ate it

My desperation is unmet.[Not my art] [character poem]

I think I've realised I'm bad luck. Everyone I meet every person I interact with as soon as I come into their lives. It all seems to turn to shit. Every second everyday I'm tourmented with paranoia that gets worse with people and I've found that that it manifests itself and fucks up other people's life. I feel like everyone would be better off without me, and I honestly wish they'd see that too, I think I have attachment issues because as soon as I befriend or come close with someone, I instantly desire to leave them, somtimes for selfish intent and somtimes for altruism but none the less I always do. I wish I had the guts to cut people of cold because as soon as I enter somones life as nice as I try to be I fuck up everyone around me without trying. I don't think I want to do that again. I dont think anyone deserves that, and I dont think I deserve anyone else. No one seems to be able to see that eventually, I'll just end up dragging people down. I'm a very avid reality thinker I often think of every conceivable reality where maybe things could be different but I know everyones life would be better if I wasnt in it, I'd rather they pain staklingly get support then wallow in their sadness while I coddle them, I've given up on myself and so should they. Im the losing dog that people bet on, and unbeknownst to them, they shouldn't.[Not my art] [Oc writing read desc for context]

I want to experience a million realities in one. I often wonder what my life would be like if i had made different actions if i had made different choices, different desires, and goals. I feel quite tethered to my universe sometimes, i mean.... I've just made these choices, and that's it, i can never go back, never un do never see what might have been? It feels funny that everything you do once you do it is just set in stone. My name is [......] but i dont quite like my name, so you can call me Ell,Victoria,Tori, or Jane. I've claimed lots of names as you can see, none of them being mine. But back to what i was saying, why must everything be how it is? Why must everything just....be? As much as my will to do anything has died, i still bere fading interests. I want there to be a reality where im a teacher, a poet, an author, a jazz artist, a painter, an illustrator why must I be a tired girl who cant acheive anything or do anything at all. If it's not become apparant, i have many dying interests. I think the only one im still passionate about is writing....and reading.. that's about it. Not even just passions and hobbies why cant there be a reality where i have longer hair, smaller eyes, a nicer body, more feminine features? Why are we tethered to one body one mind one reality? It seems like a rather silly question if you believe in past lives, but even those dont fufill what I mean. Even if i was all these things in another universe, im destined not to remember them. It doesn't matter much i guess. I dont feel in tune with any of those things anyway. I dont quite know what i want from the world because if i were to rembember all these other lifes I'd probably go crazy in worry about the next one but then again im already borderlining on crazy so whats one more reality with it?[Not my art]

every once in a while I remember the 'your characters/stories/ideas will die with you if you don't share them' so I have to share them!!!

They aren't in love and they never will be!

guys don't mind any spelling/grammar errors I did go back and fix them but these are the screensshots i already took so idc

ANYWAY these characters are apart of a small project me and my friend started and it's inspired by yellowjackets except only on of us has seen the show (only the first season) and the other is relying solely on the internet for information! It's been very amusing and I'm already do attached to the characters!!

Percy and Laila are my main ones and so is Laila’s dad Benjamin but he isn't the focus of this bit

I wanna draw them but i also don't </3

I think I'll start sharing random parts of what I'm writing to get peoples attention !

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“You're paranoid,” he rolled his eyes. “You're paranoid, and you have a guilty conscience. Clearly, you're doing something wrong,” I was fine with that statement because he wasn't lying. Jude's fatal flaw is honesty. Whatever his form of honesty is. It is his truth.

“I have my reasons to be paranoid. You are one of them.” I smiled faintly as Jude continued tracing my back.

“Oh stop it,”

L

“You know you love me so act like it.”

I

I sucked my teeth and shook my head ‘no’. “Tch, you know I don't like blonde boys,”

A

“Okay, well, I'll grow my hair back out for you,” Judas tells me with a smile I can hear, and I can't tell if he's joking or not.

R

He's really been getting under my skin recently. I couldn't help but tense up hearing his completely steady heart as he lilted his voice, changing his position entirely and wrapping his hands around my waist, resting his body against mine.

"Do you even love me anymore, Darry?"

And the voice shifted.

“Well?”

Being in a relationship with your schools local nightmare bully/trouble maker while being a member of the student council is not easy.

You can't count how many times you had to drag him to detention by his ear after catching him smoking cigarettes behind school, how many times you watch him at the nurse's when she was treating him after a fight, how many times you pretended to be mad at him when he got in trouble again....

Just like you can't count how many times you've heard a knock on your window late at night, only to get up, open the curtains, and see him with a bouquet of flowers mumbling through the closed window about 'how you should hurry up and open it for him because he will freeze into a fucking ice cube soon!..'

How he spends the whole night with you, watching your favorite movies, doing those 'stupid and gross' face masks with you, how he lets you take silly pictures of him and threatens to "rip your head off" if you show them to anyone!! You both know he would never do that

Oh, and how he kisses you on the forehead every time you go to bed after spending the whole night together... And how he runs away quickly in the morning before you even wake up, to start causing trouble in school again so he can come to you at night and apologize <33

Everything he did showed how much he loved you, right? This is what love looks like?

At least that's what you thought....But then you heard all the things he said about you to his friends when they asked about you.

"Ew? Why would you even suggest something like that, man. I would never go out with them even if you paid me.... Not only a teacher's pet, but also ugly as hell... I feel sorry for anyone who has to look at their face longer than a few hours in school."

Is what you share really love?...

Reblogs appreciated <33

Main Masterlist Victors masterlist

Victor "Vick" Baylor - trouble maker

Secret relationship with Vi is not always easy, he is stubborn and easily annoyed.... But no matter what, he always comes back to you and apologizes for his mistakes. But can you forgive him after hearing what he says about you to his friends?

Victors masterlist:

• Outline of his story (x reader)

Main masterlist

Immortal who's seen too much and his dumb little mortal human <3

Immortal god who, along with other gods and goddesses, created the earth and everything living on it

Immortal god who saw humans slowly building a society. Starting from small shelters located in caves to houses built from materials they obtained themselves.

Immortal god who was fascinated by how people develop their survival skills. Watching them fail, lern from their mistakes and then try again.

Immortal god who loved when humans prayed to gods. Watched them and listened to their prayers and sometimes even giving them what they wanted

Immortal god who watched humans tell stories about their creators. How gods gave them everything and they should alweys listen to them.

Immortal god who promises humans to alweys help them when they need him, under one condition. They need to live in peace. No war,conflicts... No nothing!

Immortal god who lives happy among his humans, having everything he always wanted...

Immortal god who watches his human betray each other, starting wars and other violent acts...

Immortal god who leaves humans to fight... They didnt listen... Why should he listen to their prayers?

Immortal god who starts watching humans again after the war ends... He wont let them see him... Wont let himself help them again. He just watches

Immortal god who sees humans become shelfish creatures after the war. Only caring about themselfs

Immortal god who notices one of the humans still praying to him... This one is not angry, selfish and destructive... This one is difrent. Pure.

Immortal god who listens to this one pure human tell sories about him to other hunans. Even when others dont listen this one still prays to him. Every day.

Immortal god who finds his new obsession to be this one pure mortal human

This is so bad HELP. I just wanted to try writing.... Prob gonna make a "x reader" out of this lmao

Much like @doritoplayz-xi I will be doing a 12 days of lore drop, head cannons, and short stories. Any suggestions or questions for characters? also I may include some art. :)

Me trying to write OC lore but I give up after one paragraph

HI!! Here I come with more OCs/Stories that I come up with!! These are a group of people that frequent a lot of online games plus their local arcade, they all love the same fighting game franchise and they have their own favourite character lolz aren't they silly!! :3c

Little peak of deadly magic 2!! Who is this mysterious TV lady? :0

You will know soon ;3c

Welcome to Exernia: Shapeshifters

More info below the cut!

(Gore and blood warning)

Hey there! A while ago, on instagram, I posted a short guide to the species of Exernia (the fictional world I created). However, that guide limited each species to one slide and it didn’t really talk about all the stuff I wanted to talk about. Plus, a lot of the stuff is now outdated and I CAN DO BETTER.

Snug was the first shapeshifter I ever made. He was my persona at the time (not anymore though) and I called his species “Crownies.” That sucked so I changed it.

Some additional info I couldn’t figure out how to fit:

They still require the same organs that living things usually have (heart, lungs, etc) but where they are differs

Shapeshifters are often mistrusted by the majority of people on Exernia because of their ability to shift, many people defaulting them to criminals or cheats.

Shapeshifters are more rare than other species because of their unique reproductive system.

Unlike some species, like Ogres and Elementals, shapeshifters don’t have a unique shared culture.

Patient Zero

A goretober post meant for last year's goretober using 3 OCs of mine.

TW // worms, mentions of surgery, gore, body horror.

● Ezekiel  —  It's been a few days since I've gotten my brain surgery. The doctors say it was a success and I'll make a full recovery. They didn't tell me about the side effects though.

Sometimes I'll hear a strange squirming sound, like someone chewing openly into a microphone. I've told my doctor and he says it's probably my brain hard at work to make up for whatever procedure they had done. He told me it would pass.

I believe him.

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It's been a few months now and the sounds have gone away. I'm at my happiest now, making a full recovery from the surgery and living my life to the fullest.

But recently the noises have come back. They've become louder than last time, now a constant sound in my ear. I try to hide how it affects my daily life but I can't help the disgust that crosses my face. It's causing me trouble at work, I'm trying my best to correct it.

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It's been a few weeks since they began again. I've lost my job, too many incidents and complaints from customers.

My few friends have dwindled to one after I've complained about the noises to them. They think I'm crazy and I can't say I blame them.

I haven't left the house in days; the noises are louder than ever and driving me up the wall.

I'm sure I've gotten texts and phone calls, but the sounds are muffled in comparison to the wet, squirming noises in my head.

It's gotten to the point where I've taken to scratching at my ear, using whatever I can to reach deeper and deeper into my ears. My fingers, forks, knives. The best working so far has been the steel rat tail comb I own. It always comes out bloody but the noises have lessened.

But so has my hearing.

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I didn't hear the worm when the first one fell, but I felt it.

It was two in the morning. Another sleepless night from the noises.

I had been laying on my side when there was a wet squelch from my ear and it felt as though something had slipped out. A shudder of disgust ran through me and it shifted to horror when I sat up to see what it had been.

A worm the length of my middle finger rested where my ear had been, squirming in a puddle of my blood.

Bile crawled up my throat but was swallowed down to clean up the mess.

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The next worm to be found was another feeling.

There was a strange itch in my eye. I thought it was simply an eyelash but when looking in the mirror, I saw the writhing of something beneath my eyelid.

Tugging the skin down only confirmed the feeling of dread steadily growing like a pit in my chest. I took to my eye with tweezers, noticing the end sticking out just below my line of vision.

Familiar bile made my mouth fill with spit as I snagged onto the wriggling end of the worm. It was a struggle to pull out, pain blooming in both eye and flesh as the worm seemed to squirm and try to dig in deeper. With a quiet grunt, the worm was pulled free by a wet pop and drawn blood.

This time, I was unable to hold back the vomit as I washed the worm down the drain.

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For a time, the noises stopped. I assumed it was finally gone by the worms that I had been almost religiously removing from my body.

My hearing was shot and my vision going but I allowed myself that sense of peace, paranoia ebbing away little by little until I was almost positive the situation was done and over.

Days passed and my unease was gone completely, but I still had yet to return to the outside world. I had an affinity to the dark now, and often stayed in the bath with the lights off.

I don't know when or why it began, but it seemed to satisfy something deep within me. But that's when the whispers began.

They tormented me for days, but they weren't as bad as the noises. They were tolerable.

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I woke up in a sweat, choking on any cries I made from the pain coursing through me. It was full body and it felt as though something was crawling beneath my skin as if I were a beehive.

The voices were louder, too loud. They drowned out any noises that could have been heard.

Someone was screaming. It was distant.

Bile filled my throat before I was vomiting, finding myself hunched over the toilet.

When did I get here?

The sight of it only made me vomit again.

Writhing in the mass of blood and stomach acid were worms, too many to be less than a hundred.

In the bathroom light, the pain only worsened to the point I was nearly numb, but the sight of my skin was enough for me to empty my stomach into the steadily overflowing toilet again.

Beneath my flesh were worms. Hundreds, thousands, maybe even millions. All writhing and rolling over one another as if I was rich dirt ripe with nutrients.

The screaming grew louder, penetrating what little hearing I had left and seemingly sending the worms into a frenzy.

It hurt.

It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. Ithurt. Ithurtithurtithurtithurtithurtithurtithurt.

Pain tore at my skin, blooming in liquid red and purple. Nails clawed and clawed, trying to tear the parasites from beneath my flesh as if it would help.

Somehow I made it to my living room. More screaming. More tearing. More pain.

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● Enzo  —  It had been days since I had last seen Ezekiel.

They hadn't shown up for any of the events nor returned any of my calls or texts and I was starting to grow worried. Especially after their numerous complaints of hearing noises.

Our friends slowly abandoned him but Enkai and I stayed, attempting to ease their mind when we could.

I was removed from my thoughts by walking into his apartment door, grunting at the pain in my nose before I was knocking, calling for my friend.

There was no response, but their location showed they were home. A pit of dread filled my stomach as I tried to think up possible reasons for the lack of response.

My hand brushed at the extra key in my pocket that Ezekiel had given to Enkai and I after a bad decline in their health. I made no hesitation to open the door, flinching a little at the smell that seemed to leave it.

I retched, free hand covering my mouth as if to stop the penetrating smell of death and rotting flesh as I shut the door behind me.

“Ezekiel? Are you here?”

There was no response.

“You haven't responded to any of my texts or calls for a while, I was starting to worry.”

The stench seemed to get worse as I traveled further, and there was a strange wet, squelching sound from somewhere further into the room.

I hadn't thought to turn on the light when I stepped into the living room, but now my hand blindly reached and flailed to hit the light switch.

A hiss met me when the light flooded the room and the sight soon enough had me hunched over, vomiting onto the ruined floor.

Ezekiel, my friend, stood—no, floated—above the floor, held in place by a thick substance similar to gum that spread out behind them like butterfly wings, attached to the walls and ceiling. They were spread in fashion similar to being pinned to the cross.

A fleshy mound was attached to their back in fashion similar to a cocoon. Flesh was rotting, some of it torn and the bone stripped bare and I could see the tendons and veins hanging limply from holes torn into their skin. A whole leg was missing. Holes littered Ezekiel's stomach and I could see through it to the other side, surrounded by peeling back flesh and organs spilling onto the floor.

But that hadn't been the worst part.

Ezekiel was staring at me. Where their flesh wasn't being ravaged by decay, worms crawled in and out like maggots, falling to the ground in piles upon piles that nearly covered the entirety of the floor. Half of their face was stripped, revealing the skull beneath, but the top of their head was completely gone, exposing their brain crawling with the creatures tearing them apart.

But they were still alive. They were still alive and they were staring.

A mass of blood and worms fell from their mouth as it opened, and what was left of their voice box let out a scratchy groan.

“Turn off the lights. They like the dark.”

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Original Characters Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Character Death, Implied Character Death, Gore, Angst, Found Family, Background Relationships, My First AO3 Post, sfw Summary:

A drunk scientist, A ghost, A revived teenager, all living on a ship orbiting the earth. Simple as that. Apart from the medical malpractice, not so legal experiments and the assassin trying to end their lives, everything's fine!

DGSDGFKEGKIUWGE oKAY so! first chapter of my original writing is up, now I need to hope the AO3 writers curse doesn’t get me :D

In my writing era again guys 😍

Should I upload my writing maybe like I have AO3 but i’ve never published anything before :3