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yan!butcher! ( ˘ ³˘)♥
a/n: yawnn gojo series coming sooonnnn :3
cw: gaslighting, gore (butchered body parts), dead dove, reader is a stereotypical horror movie character, gn!reader, paranoia
credits for dividers: @lavendergalactic ! please check out their work
yan!butcher who noticed the new person in town, hauling things out of a truck and moving in to a cottage nearby. he didn't pay attention much, he had a whole business to run! that is, until you showed up at his butchery.
you looked all confused, probably never having to talk to the butcher before and instead grabbing the meat from the shelves. you kept asking him questions about which part was the brisket and which one was the tenderloin. and he'll admit, his heart melted. he gave you a pound of beef and told you the best ways to keep it fresh, he even offered you a discount!
yan!butcher who remembers his mom telling him a way to a person's heart is through the stomach. which makes sense anatomy wise, so it must work with you too! so now he always asks if you're eating well and whatever your answer is you're still getting a pound of meat.
yan!butcher who notices you haven't been visiting lately, did he give so much meat you're stocked for the month that you don't even need to visit him anymore??? he asks some of the locals, and he comes back with the fact you went shopping in the far away mall...with your friends.
why do you even HAVE friends anyways...he's much more fun to be around...even his neighbors have been asking him why he's so gloomy! he has to do something about this! he can't let these..these friends steal you from him!
....looking at one of your friend's corpse, he can't help but think it was too easy. he propped them up at his butcher block, kind of just staring at them as if he didn't know he did it. oh well, he's one step closer to you! maybe he could give you a message, something to show he means business!
...you're terrified when you open the random box left at your doorstep to see your friends' hands and head. what do you do with this?! do you turn it in to the police? the police doesn't seem very capable around these areas...maybe if you ignore it and throw it out it won't be a problem.
then another one, and another one, and you're left with one. you beg them to leave early, not saying why, but you know they're scared too. so now you have no one but yan!butcher. a win for him!
you vent to him about how your friends 'disappeared', and how you're scared you're gonna be next. he only keeps reassuring you that no one would kill you because it'd be a war crime to kill someone so pretty like you. you don't seem comforted.
so...instead...yan!butcher invites you to stay over at his house! just to make sure! you very much reluctantly agree, figuring you have nothing to lose since he seems nice, and he's basically your only friend in town.
he sets up his spare bedroom just for you, remembering that he actually has to wash blankets he doesn't use because it'd be weird. he's very formal about the whole thing, so formal it's kind of endearing and a bit funny in some way?
you settle down, pulling your blankets over, still a bit paranoid, but eventually falling asleep.
if only you paid a little more attention to those cuts.
tag how many times you show up here!
Help me
Ah, the sweet joys of TAFE work you alter to whatever the hell you want. 16th March, 2021
ALL CREDITS TO THE OWNER!!!!!!
This is beautiful! (Why is that word so hard to spell-?!) A masterpiece! A work of art! And anything else that is relatively medievally positive! MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!
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✨REBLOGS APPRECIATED✨
Barriss Offee's grief for Master Luminara Unduli
The scene from Rebels when Kannan and Ezra found Luminara's frozen corpse terrified me as a kid and it really scares me today.
Evanescence's song ''Like you'' inspired me to do this drawing. I started to make the first skethes back in octomber 2022 for the Day of the Dead but in those days my grandmother passed away and I saw her taking her last breath. After one year of grief and healing I decided to finnish my work and get off a weight from my shoulders.
Barriss Offee would have felt totally devastated if she would find out how her old master was given such a cruel end. After this, I would hope the New Jedi Order would give her a proper burial as she deserves.
I censored the face of Luminara because I thought some people could find it disturbing.
You also can see my drawing (the uncensored version) on https://www.deviantart.com/moonrises/art/Star-Wars-Bariss-Offee-s-grief-1003601014 and my other works on https://www.deviantart.com/moonrises
I couldn’t resist, I had to draw it out
credit goes to ——> @incorrectcorpsehusband
I love this lol
Inspired by ——> @incorrectcorpsehusband
rosie the shark! (look them up, the way this shark got here is fascinating)
En México tenemos una cultura rica en referencias a la muerte a menudo caricaturizada, calaquitas sonrientes nos recuerdan a quienes han partido como un acto de amor, conciliando así en ciclo de la vida. Sin embargo la muerte cada vez está más presente en su forma cruel, violenta y despiadada: la narcocultura. Una doctrina donde el miedo es el tipo de cambio y las balas su moneda. Muchas personas desde infantes son absorbides en la idiosincrasia de la decapitación y la violación. Nuestro número ha devaluado la vida. El sadismo es nuestra realidad, mujeres son tiradas a diario en avenidas, zanjas o baldíos muchas incluso hasta destazadas. Somos carne de cañón. Cuerpos cuelgan en todo el país adornando el paisaje macabro, vivimos la muerte inminente burlándonos de la vida. . . . "México picado" Acuarela sobre papel de algodón. 56 x 76 cm. . . . . . #contemporarywatercolour #papelpicado #feminicide #violence #narcos #Acuarela #acuarelacontemporanea #newnarrative #mosaic #amapolas #field #art_spotlight #landscape #artwork #figurative #corpse #guns #bullets #aquarelle #isaacCM (en Tepito) https://www.instagram.com/p/BppLB9aAEdj/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=nurl3lpyzkyd
Real Frankenstein Monster found?!? 😉 #Frankenstein #Monster #LooksReal #Corpse #ScaryShit
the image in my head when I think of corpse husband is Virgil sanders and if you ask me to explain my reasoning I can’t bc I literally just pulled this out of my ass
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I simp for one (1) faceless boy
today, i have listened to only therian music and TWO CORPSE songs (his music is hot) so ya TODAY IS THERIAN DAYYY
Made some fanart for a quotev book I’m reading-
FLOWER-platonic-mcyt-x-corpse-husband-sister-reader
I don't know how many of you guys watch streamers, but here's some corpse art because I needed to draw this lovely man.
Ahem and bonus doodles:
And they're always asking questions about my face
Can't relate
Fucking caught my own reflection,
Broke the mirror the other day
I FEEL WEAK.....I FEEL ILL....THESE ARE HIM
Polus ❤
(He/him pronouns)
(1700+ words)
Description: You and your repair team arrive on Polus. While working on the ship, someone dies. There is an imposter on Polus. (Fundy x Reader)
[Read the rest under the cut]
Arriving on Polus was unnerving, to say the least. The cargo holding area opened to a deserted planet settlement that was thick with silence. Your job was to fix it up.
With 9 of you, it'd be quick. You would be on a ship back to your baby brother in all but blood, Sykkuno, before the week was over. Maybe even before Corpse did. Which was an impressive thought, a goal to aim for.
Corpse and his team held the record for quickest repair and evacuation. It was more than inspiring, if you were honest with yourself. It was badass too. You were so proud of Corpse, who was practically family with how close he and Sykkuno were.
Oh, Sykkuno had been so proud when he heard you'd gotten accepted on an off-planet mission. They'd even took the time to make your favourite cookies before you left. Speaking of which...
You sighed happily, the [topping] cookie was heavenly to your taste buds. After days of just special space food, which was just usually disgustingly dehydrated blobs labeled as "food".
Now that you were on a planet with an atmosphere that'd allow your stomach to handle solids, you were going to take full advantage of it.
"What's that?" Someone asked, peeking over your shoulder.
You squeaked, hunching into yourself uncomfortably to hide the box. Turning your head, you saw the fox hybrid who had introduced himself as Oliver Arechtenshire Smichalist Cumbucket and refused to say his real name.
"Oh," You laughed awkwardly, closing the lunch box with one finger. "It's nothing, Cumbucket."
"What?" They blinked, flushed. Then, it hit the fox like a train. "Oh! Pff, my name is Fundy."
Grinning, you nodded along. "Oh, sorry Cumbucket."
"Wha-? Stop!" They demanded, pretty pink dust scattered across his face. It's a shame he still had his helmet on, you thought.
"I'm Y/N." You happily ignored his embarrassed spluttering. "And it's a pleasure to meet you, Fundy."
"That's a pretty name," Fundy said before catching himself. "Pretty unique, I meant. It's a unique name."
Raising a brow, you nodded. He stepped back with an oddly shy air to him. For a man who told everyone his name was "Oliver Arechtenshire Smichalist Cumbucket" with not a hint of embarrassment, he certainly was easy to fluster.
You moved towards him, heading for the security cameras. You were only slightly hoping to spot someone tripping or something.
Fundy trailed behind, his warm brown eyes sharp as he searched for something. At the same time, you both spotted half of James laying in a bloody pile near vitals.
"Holy shit-!" You stumbled back, right into Fundy. They held onto you tightly, staring at the screen, stone-faced. They spoke solemnly. "We have to call a meeting."
{《☆》}
"Was anyone with anyone?" Lyaria asked, looking around the room of, now, only 8 people.
"Me and Fundy were together the entire time," You offered, still leaning heavily into the fox. Fundy held you tightly, protectively curled around you as you stood around the table. "We got distracted and then-, we saw-,"
"We got onto cameras and James was dead." Fundy finished, he rubbed circles into your arm. His eyes met Lyaria and he practically growled.
"Anyone else?"
Sebastian spoke up for the first time, nervously glancing over the room. He met Fundy's eyes before they darted away and he cleared his throat. "I was with Drew in specimen."
"What?" Drew exclaimed, "I was no where near any special men. You're an imposter!"
"Yeah," Fundy spoke up. You had to shift over as the hybrid leaned forward. "I think you are."
"What?" Sebastian laughed nervously. "You're not serious? I saw you, Drew! I was right next to you! Why would you-?"
Lyaria cut him off, her cold blue eyes acessing him. "I believe you."
"Y-you do? Oh thank god!" Sebastian sighed. They whirled around on Drew immediately. "I think it's Drew!"
"Probably," Billiam said. "But we should throw him into space because he's poor, I don't really care about James."
"Sure." Karl agreed. And slowly, everyone came to agree. Drew simply nodded along, uncaring. Or maybe he was too stupid to realize he was going to die.
You frowned, it was a tough decision but everyone was making it so easily. Drew was going to die, whether you voted him or not.
The voting was anonymous, but it still showed exactly what you thought it would. Drew had been the only one to vote Sebastian, you had voted skip, and everyone else voted Drew.
You turned away, hiding your face into Fundy's chest. They wrapped their arms around you, pressing themselves close and laying their cheek on your head. All you could hear was the yelling as everyone forced Drew away, to his death.
Then, Fundy started humming softly.
It was something to focus on. A lifeline to your horrible day. Fundy's heart beat heavily in their chest, helping you just melt into the man's arms.
It was over. Drew was dead. James was killed. Things weren't going to be as easy as you had hoped.
{《☆》}
Things were strange after those deaths. You and Fundy stuck together the entire time, navigating through empty, abandoned halls that were full of tense anticipation.
You had gotten half of your tasks done before the next murder. Fundy was ahead of you, waiting for specimen doors to open.
The lights had flickered at first, before everything went out completely. Your comms were still up tough, so you managed to make it to the wires next to the door and wait there for Fundy to find you or for lights to turn on.
Lyaria was dead.
Billiam's butler had found her.
"How many words sir?"
"Hm," The man considered. "11."
"I found her in, uh, Admin? I think someone vented. That's all." They said, fiddling with a bucket of milk. Billiam nodded.
"I was with Y/N. He and I were together the entire time." Fundy said, resting a hand on your shoulder. You nodded along, even if you hadn't seen Fundy the last few minutes.
"We were about to a go into specimen," You explained, picking at your fingers. Karl and Butler nodded along, but Billiam hummed curiously.
Sebastian narrowed his eyes at you two. "You guys have been vouching for each other the entire time... I don't know if I trust you."
"They seem rather chummy," Karl noted. Their brown hair was pushed away and they looked into your eyes. You tilted your head and Karl fidgeted. They glanced up, over your shoulder and shuddered. "But I don't think it's Y/N."
Fundy's lips were pressed into a thin line as he tugged you closer to him. Relaxing back, you looked over everyone.
Only 6 of you. If there were 2 people killing like you guessed, they were dangerously close to winning their twisted game.
You should vote to be safe, that'd be the safest option but...
"I think we should skip."
With nothing to guess on, it was all you could do.
{《☆》}
Things were dangerous. The lights were out, you lost Fundy, and everything was going wrong.
"Fundy?" You called out, peering cautiously into the dark space. The floor squeaked under your shoes, making your heart skip a beat as you slowly looked down.
Blood.
You bit down a scream, stumbling back into doors that closed before you could leave. Suddenly someone stepped closer and you found yourself face to face with a bloody Fundy.
"Oh," You gasped, choking down a sob. Fundy saw you and instead of killing you instantly, his face broke. He looked just as dejected and horrified as you felt.
"You weren't suppose to see this." He said, sounding heartbroken. But he just... he killed someone. You shouldn't feel bad for a murderer.
"Fundy," Your voice cracked, (e/c) eyes peeking through the smallest gaps and just seeing more and more blood. "What did you do...?"
"Y/N," Fundy cried out instead, heart-broken. "I'm so sorry. You weren't supposed to-, to-!"
"You were supposed to be unaware and-, and weak," Fundy recited, like it was ingrained in his head. "We were supposed to kill them and-, kill everyone. It's our mission."
It broke your heart hearing Fundy practically sob. "Fundy, I-,"
You didn't know what to do, so you threw yourself into Fundy's arms. The man hiccuped, looping their arm around you and holding you so tightly.
"I'm sorry," Fundy whispered, but not to you. "I can't kill them all. I won't kill him."
"I love you," he said louder, this time to you. I'm sorry but I do."
Laughing stupidly, crying all the meanwhile, you burrowed yourself closer. You pressed yourself so much closer, until you could almost forget that Fundy was covered in blood. When you could forget that their louder than average heartbeats was because he was an alien and not just nervous.
Pulling back, you couldn't help but sob those words out too. "I love you. I love you. I love you."
You pressed your foreheads together, ignore the sickly feeling of blood sticking to your hands. Their hands trembled as he held yours tightly, leaning into the touch. Smearing blood on Fundy's cheek when you caressed it, you gave him a small nod.
"I won't say anything, Fundip. We'll both get out of this, okay?"
"Yeah," he shakily said, his eyes fluttering open. "I won't let anyone kill you. I'll kill everyone before they get to you."
Crying, you pressed a quick kiss to Fundy's lips. When you pulled away, he followed.
{《☆》}
You lived, but at what cost?
Their deaths was all you could think of as Fundy held you, in the middle of a bloodbath. Everyone was dead, even Billiam, who looked stronger than your fox. They were the other murderer, but now they were dead...
You laughed weakly. You couldn't go back now. Sykkuno would be heart broken and Corpse would pull away again but you've already chosen.
You chose him when you shared your special cookies and when you joked together. You chose him when you were crying and kissing. It was you and him now.
Leaving Polus, a graveyard that was still only half-functional, you leaned against Fundy and you weeped.
{《☆》}
[God, I love Fundy. Was this more for me than you? Maybe a bit. The next one should be a romantic Dream one, so that'll come out on Sunday(?)]
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