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kirafesmaichuu · 23 days

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the working of a revived person's body ; inspired by the moot @watermelonfrog2 !!

when someone dies, their body goes through a natural process of decomposition. the body doesnt serve any purpose, as it has seaced function, so with it no longer being self sustaining, it starts to rot.

this is a know fact, but what if the body was sprung to life after this prolongated pause?

tommys body didnt deteriorate much post-mortis. other than the... "mishandling" from dream, his body would only partially rot, nothing that big. well, thats if we dont count the multiple bruises from his rather violent death.

however, wilbur, who was dead for a long time, didnt have much luck in that regard. by nine months, the human body will be swollen and in an advanced state of decomposition, alongside a foul stench natural of the rot.

the revival book will fix you up just enough to stay alive, but that doesnt mean it will completely heal you.

tommys wounds had long since closed, even if the bruises were still there. the revival book stopped his internal bleeding, and fixed some part of his broken skull just so the pieces wouldnt stab his brain and provoke an instant death.

wilburs only wound would have been the gaping hole in his stomach, caused by the sword he had handed his father that day... however, even when that closed, the decaying state of his body would have killed him instantly.

being fixed up by the books power isnt nice nor soothing. its actually rather painful, as your body is forced to work all if the sudden and heal itself so quickly it will drain you of any other energy you might have.

wilburs body is still rotting, and the stench of the death follows him because he was dead for a long time.

i imagine that tommy would help patch him up and evem replace some bits of skin.

regen and healing potions are a basic necesity for the revived. their body doesnt work properly, and the natural healing process doesnt either. if left untreated, a small wound could be the cause of their next death, because the wound will never close by itself.

tommy had to taku up sewing once again to apth himself up, just like the old war times, except this time no one wouls hold his hand to aliviate the pain.

they run really cold, too, because the blood rushes slowly through their veins. revived ones tend to avoid cold places because of this. they miss the warmth they had once experienced. tommy wants to seek out tubbo, but snowchester is too cold, no matter how many layers of clothing puts on. wilbur wanted to stay with phil, but the coldness of the commune just served to remind him of those long years stuck in the train station.

they are sickly pale, no matter what. their skin a greyish color. no matter how much time they spend under the sun, it will never gain a lively color again. sometimes wilbur will use makeup to add redish tone to him skin, but he knows its fake.

#dsmp #cwilbur #ctommy #dsmp revival book #tw body horror #tw rotting #i feel like smt is missing so i might add more to this. yeah.

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wylburpilked · 2 years

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#forgot to post this #addison deltarune #adgens #doodle #Seac #digital pilk

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nexthlive · 2 years

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#seac #seaiscalling #bologna #eudishow

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fantasy-mixtapes · 3 months

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Fabian Aramais Seacaster S3 Playlist: side a

Here he is! God's favorite popular kid!! Song descriptions down below, spoilers for fantasy high junior year ep. 1-10

Genres include: dance/electronic, alternative, rnb, pop-punk

1. Stop, Justice

So many times we rise and fall After a while it's coming all together Together So many times we rise and fall Wondering if we'll find it all together Together Remember all the nights and days we spent together Together It's so easy to forget how to surrender But nothing's ever stopped Music and lights, rhythm and melodies Take us to the top

Is this about how Fabians friendships and newfound love of dance helped him become a happier better person? yes.

Is it also about how often Fabian fell during the Night Yorb battle? also yes.

2. Social Climb, I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Oh, come break some hearts now Tear them out File in for amusements with the crowd Oh, but be advised Participation is required Doin' things not typically allowed Feels like we're having a good time It's true, a wonderfully good time when I'm with you

Fabian Seacaster, The Most Popular Guy in School, Maximum Legend, making my skin crawl blowing off Mazey's twister game to hang out with Ivy THATS NOT YOUR HEARTTTTTT, THATS NOT WHO YOU AREEEEEE. AND I KNOW he was doing it for the mystery but oh my GOD he was too good at playing that part

3. Call It What You Want, Foster the People

You've taken your words And you take your judgments And stick 'em onto everything If it don't conform to what you were born into Then you run the other way You say, "Now what's your style? And who do you listen to?" Who cares? Well, the rat race ladder climbin' fake fake smiles Got nothing on me, yeah, yeah

Ok, so this is a little unorthodox for me because I usually only put songs from the characters' perspectives on their respective playlists, but I can't get this scene out of my head. In my mind, this is Mazey's perspective from the chunk of that first downtime when Fabian invites her and everyone else in dance class to Seacaster Manor, and Fabian starts to really come out of his shell.

Think of it like a slow-burn montage of the two dancing (literally dancing) around their potential feelings for one another. The song has a really nice groove to it, and it matches up with Mazey's cool and earnest personality.

4. Stronger Than Ever, Raleigh Ritchie

Hate me when I'm gone I'll make it worth your while when I'm successful But, when I'm here I need your kindness 'Cause the climb is always stressful I'll leave my peace in pieces all around The decent people back at home 'Cause I'm a big boy, an adult now or nearly If I pull the wool back from my eyes I can see clearly The world is at my feet and I am standing on the ceiling,

Alone in that big house, trying to be the best at everything, pushing himself harder and harder. The song is so perfect it speaks for itself

5. Thing Called Love, Kevin Ross

Don't know why you love me so much, oh When I can't say I deserve us Like a rocket's failure to launch I just let it self-destruct And it's not right (No) And it hurts twice when it's good-intentioned But that's life (Right?) Or is it my pride that wouldn't listen

Ok these last two are just directly in reaction to episode ten scenes so be warned.THE SCENE WITH FABIAN AND MAZEY IN THE KITCHEN??? Talk about the right person and wrong time and god; it rips my heart out. Like how he earnestly talked about how worried he was for her safety. THE WAY SHE JUST SAYS SHE HAS A CRUSH ON HIM. THE WAY LOU REACTED????? shoot me dead

6. Pieces, Sum 41

I tried to be perfect But nothing was worth it I don't believe it makes me real I thought it'd be easy But no one believes me I meant all the things I said ... This place is so empty My thoughts are so tempting I don't know how it got so bad Sometimes it's so crazy That nothing can save me But it's the only thing I have

"breaker breaker, Fabian Seacaster looking for his papa Bill Seacaster."

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #d20 #d20 fhsy #spotify #fantasy mixtapes #fabian aramais seacaster #fabian seacaster #lou wilson #fhjy spoilers #d20 spoilers #Spotify

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dazed-nymphsss · 2 years

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⋆·˚ ༘ *𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞

┕━» vampire!eddie munson x fem!reader

❕warnings❕: smut (p in v, unprotected sex, fingering), biting, blood/gore kinda, name calling, degration, dumbification??, hee hee mean eddie

a/n: vampire eddie has me in a chokehold. this has been in my drafts for a while, or at least the idea has, so I finally got around to finishing it. apologies for any plot holes or inconsistancies. happy reading!

『•• Eddie has changed since his experience in the upside down, but he's certainly thankful he has you. ••』

I thought I lost my heartbeat (This is a piece of cake working with my hands) -- Alex G, 16 Mirrors

The crickets chirped outside the open window, a light breeze coasting through the room and ruffling the translucent white curtains that glistened in the moonlight.

Eddie sat with his back to the headboard, stroking your hair as you slept, the latest copy of Heavy Metal held within his ring-clad fingers, his crimson-red eyes scanning each page.

Now all he did was hold you while you slept, knowing he would not find the same relief until the sun rose over he land in the east. For now he would listen to the beating of your heart and the soft breaths you released through your nose, comforting you with his cold skin until it was time for him to disappear again.

Suddenly, you began to move, shifting more into Eddie's chilly grasp, half-asleep as you let out a soft moan.

"Eddie..." you would sigh, before relaxing again into his embrace.

Vampire anatomy would never seace to confuse Eddie, because even though there was no blood pumping through his veins, he was beginning to become as hard as a rock at the thought of you calling out for him, even in dreams.

His mind wandered on what you were dreaming of him doing. Were you on your back, breasts bouncing at every thrust he would deliver to your sweet puffy cunt? Or were you ass-up, face buried in the pillows, the calling of his name muffled by the fluff of the pillows?

Eddie now found himself hungry. Not just for sex, but for something else more filling.

The Heavy Metal issue was now long forgotten, tossed on the floor beside the bed, pages now wrinkled and adandoned. He carefully moved you so he could lay beside you, face to face. He took in your beauty. You looked angelic under the moonlight, features practically glowing as he dropped a gentle kiss on your head.

The kisses began to migrate south. First your cheek, now your jaw, and finally a portruding vein in your neck, and Eddie could practically taste the blood on his tongue already. Juicy, red and filling. This was all he could think about as you began to stir.

"Eddie?" you mumbled out, sleep lacing your tone as you blinked your eyes open, your vision enveloped in his curly brown hair as he continued to lick and kiss at your exposed throat.

"Hungry," Eddie would growl into your skin, before continuing his assault.

Even half asleep you were willing to help Eddie. You would give him whatever he wanted at the drop of a hat. You were his and he was yours. Sure, his new habits and strengths were relatively new, and you had kept him a secret from your friends and family for so long, but you did what you knew would help, and that was to let him feed.

"Go on then," you encoraged, weak hands reaching into his hair before tugging gently, "Eat."

He didn't have to be asked twice, giving a small chuckle before licking a stripe up to your jaw before piercing the flesh with his fangs, growling as your nectar filled his mouth, taking over his senses.

Your mouth propped open as pleasure took over your body, crashing into it like a tidal wave, overwhelming you to the point of tears as you held onto him tightly.

Eddie would swear your blood was the most delicious he had ever tasted. He would tell you it reminded him of the sweets he would eat when he was still alive. Your blood was sweet, missing most of the metallic undertones he would get from others. It was delicious, and although Eddie loved you, sometimes it was hard for him to pull himself away.

Your brain went dumb as you rutted your clothed clit up against Eddie's pajama pants, your mind now begging to feel good as euphoria took over your senses. Vile slurping and groaning was heard from your lover as he continued to feed, the red liquid dripping onto the sheets below.

"Even when you have a monster above you, ravaging you, you still act like a needy slut...," Eddie degraded, "My slut."

Dizziness practically slapped you over the head as you felt more and more blood drain from you, and you knew you could pass out soon if he didn't stop, and you knew he would never forgive himself if that had happened.

"Eddie," you muttered, "Eddie, stop."

In an instant, Eddie had pulled back, unlatching himself from the flesh of your neck, propping himself above you. His lips were outlined with the stain of your gore, fangs almost a light pink.

His red eyes drifted over your face, weak and vulnerable, your eyes drooping from exhaustion. He cooed as he brushed back stray hairs away from your face, his hand caressing your cheek as you leaned into his touch.

"I'd say it's time to give back, huh? Would you like that, lovebug?" he asked, fingers drawing small circles on your face as he waited for his answer.

"Yes, Eddie," your voice was exasperated, "I want it. I want you."

"Of course, m'lady. Anything you want," he smiled, his pearly fangs now on full display, "What is it you want, honey?"

"I-" you started, but stuttered when you felt his hand begin to drift under the band of your panties, resting right at your hip until you continued, "I want your fingers inside of me. I want you to open me up before you fuck me."

Eddie was quick to comply, slipping your panties slowly down your thighs, an inhuman sound escaping him when he exposed your dripping mound, covered in arousal.

His fingers toyed with your folds, gathering your wetness to act as a lube before slipping his fingers inside you. Sinful sounds errupted from your mouth as he moved his fingers in your warm cunt, listening to the filth that he whispered in your ear.

"You filthy little thing," he would mutter, "you're soaked. You wanted this didn't you? Could hear you moaning my name in your sleep like a wanton whore. Don't worry baby, I'll give you everything you need," he promised, the pace of his fingers quickening as he curled his fingers, hitting all the right places inside you.

You gasped onto him tightly as you whined out for him, letting him open you up with each thrust of his fingers. Finally, you stopped him.

"I'm ready, please, Eddie. Please fuck me," you begged.

And how could he say no to you when you asked so sweetly. He practically ripped his clothes off before settling above you, positioning himself so his mushroom-shaped tip rubbed against your weeping slit.

With a hiss, he pushed into you, making you moan out at the stretch, every inch sliding in at an almsost torturous pace as you ajusted to his size. Once he was buried in you to the hilt, he waited for the go ahead, choking back groans.

"Move, Eds. Please move," you pleaded, and you swore you saw his eyes flash with lust before he gave into your whining tone, beginning to move.

His pace was gentle at first, caressing your face as he left gentle kisses as he reassured you with gentle words, easing you into that fuzzy little headspace. But soon, he began to get comfortable, and soon enough, his pace became punishing, reveling in the moans coming from you, begging for more and how good he felt. And most of all, how you wanted more.

You looked etheral under him, your body giving itself to him in every way it could. His ringed fingers played with your clit, the cold of both his skin and his fingers making you keen.

"Good girl, honey, that's my good girl, you close?" he questioned you, his pace rythmic and rough.

All you could do was nod as your eyes rolled back, you back arching into the pillows as you moaned out, but Eddie was having none of it.

"Eyes open, baby. Want you watching me."

You were almost mindless as you complied. He could have asked you to do anything and you would have done it. You were such a good girl.

Eddie looked like an Adonis above you, his toned chest smooth and free of any scars or wounds. He had become so much more beautiful when he had joined the undead, his skin practically porcaline and his features refined and beautiful.

But then, something caught you attention.

The dangling guitar pick caught all your thoughts, your brain distracted with the sight of the glistening chain, your eyes focusing on it. You were completely distracted with the shine, and Eddie chuckled.

"Fucked you so dumb you get distracted by the shiny necklace huh? Go on baby, put it in your mouth. Suck on the chain while I pound your pussy, pretty baby," Eddie encouraged.

You complied, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue as the chill of the pick was placed between your lips. You latched onto it, suckling on it as Eddie quickened his pace, seeking his own release.

"Cum, sweet girl, I can feel you tightening around me like a fucking vice, shit!" he cursed, his pace never faltering.

You had no choice but to obey, letting him push you off that edge as you let your orgasm take over, everything a blur as you let go. Like a chain reaction, Eddie wasn't too far behind you, cumming inside you with a string of curses and dirty words that would even make the devil himself blush.

He held onto you tightly as he pulled out, sitting the both of you up as his release began to dribble down your thighs. He was quick to clean you up, covering you with a blanket before settling back to how you were before, your head on his chest as he gently stroked your hair contently.

"You okay down there?" he asked, and you nodded with a sleepy 'yeah'.

He held you for a while, until he finally heard your breathing slow, sleep finally taking over your senses once again. And he would watch over you that night, wondering how in the nine circles of hell he ended up with someone so incredibly perfect.

By the time you awoke, the sun was streaming through the window and Eddie was nowhere to be found. But you knew as soon as the sun would set, he would make his way back to you.

And you could have your fun all over again.

tee hee I love vampire eddie and I wouldn't mind some requests for him so send them in. anyways, hoped you liked it, sorry if it sucks :/

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