#corpse husband blurbs

[twilekass]

Y'all mind if I fuck around with an AUfanfic concept with Brook and undead!reader with some type slow burn pining 'Jack and Sally'. Like Brook's a skeleton, reader might some type of ragdoll-zombie??? A frankenwoman??? Still working on what exactly honestly. But definitely drawing inspiration, from all the best spooky babes in media I can summon for undead!reader. ((Main inspos are; 'The Bride of Frankenstein' and 'The Corpse Bride', Sally, Morticia Addams, Delores from 'Beetlejuice Beetlejuice' and Vicky from monster prom. The inspos of PRE!timeskip undead!reader)).

But this will be known, Absalom will PROFUSELY be an enemy and former 'ex-husband'. Like dawg you already know he forced her into marriage. THIS MF WEIRD,,, OF COURSE I'M NOT GONNA SIDESTEP THE SHIT THAT HAPPENED IN THRILLER BARK WITH POOR NAMI🤢😞, YOU ALREADY KNOW PEOPLE LIKE THAT AND HE'S PROBABLY DONE MORE TERRIBLE STUFF😟😮‍💨

Also I wanna go hard and write small blurbs of smoke sessions with Brook(I didn't know other people liked that gif of him smoking ALOT😏🤭) I'll try my best to schedule post blurbs, imagines and HCs, when I get the chance. I really feel passionate and excited to share my about my AUfic when I can. For now, thanks and stay beautiful y'all Brook-babes😛✌️

But I can't exactly make anything rn,,, I'm kinda homeless moving city to city. I'm sorry I got a lot on my plate guys😭💀

[kiryoutann]

okay,,, to make this blog less dead (from not posting lol), i will share my x fem! reader 2025 WIPs. these works are either in the process of being written, considered for writing, and still just ideas. BUT!! no promises, like usual (let's just PRAY, okay. pray for ryou, we pray so she'll stay motivated and productive).

MINORS do NOT interact.

2025 WIPs

:::CALL OF DUTY::: SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

of course, chapter 14 of A MAN'S HEART IS TRULY A WRETCHED, WRETCHED THING. i'm still taking my time because it is a heavy chapter for me to write.

REDEMPTION FOR THE DAMNED [SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X FEM! READER]

THE sequel. thanks to everyone giving me suggestions, i think i know how i want to write the story and ending! YAY. thank you so so much. as i stated before, i plan to write this from the perspective of omniscient narrator who SIDES with simon, so yes,, we will be seeing lots of things from his perspective.

Warning(s): angst, MENTAL HEALTH PROBLEMS, possible unhealthy body image, PTSD, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, MANIPULATION, MENTIONS OF PAST ABUSE, injuries, blood, military inaccuracies, mental breakdown, use of (Y/N), BIASED OMNISCIENT NARRATOR.

Genre: romance, ANGST, slow-burn. ballerina! reader.

Blurb:

A man is wounded; a man is healed.

Or not.

Or a man is wounded, then he wounds others; spreading his pain as if it were contagious. Perhaps he is a product of his father, with the ability to break women and destroy them. Or he is a product of his own self-reinvention, molded into the shape of his father, driven by a twisted desire to showcase his unworthiness of love.

3. THERE IS A MAN [SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X FEM! READER]

AHHH, i love the concept of this one. also, i'll be testing my skill to write horror through this story >_<

Warning(s): mention of death (Simon is dead), SMUT, grief, horror, mental health problem, PSYCHOSIS, DEPRESSION.

Genre: horror, ANGST.

Blurb:

Your husband is dead. Grief-stricken, you, a professional sculptor, channel your anguish into creating a sculpture of him. One night, you forget to bring the unfinished work home.

A man begins to show up in the shadows of your house.

:::GENSHIN IMPACT::: CHILDE/TARTAGLIA

I'M A GHOST BUT I KEEP HAUNTING A FORENSIC PATHOLOGIST WHO COULDN'T CARE LESS [CHILDE X FEM! READER]

BASED ON THIS IDEA.

the original title for this was "soul bound", but then i was like "hmmm, no.. that's too serious-like. it's supposed to be a light, funny story." and i ended up making the title manhwa-like (very long, very DETAILED. love them). this one's probably gonna end up as short series though, with around 4-5 chapters.

Warning(s): strong language, alcohol consumption, clear descriptions of human organs, dissection of human corpses, forensic stuff, crime, mutilation, ghosts and spirits, dying, MENTIONS OF ASSAULTS AND/OR RAPE (mostly for forensic records), psychopaths, murderers, kidnapping, ACCIDENTS, DEATHS, ajax is younger than reader (tba) . . .

The majority of the medical terms, acts, and forensic techniques used in this work were derived from online resources, expert research, student theses, documentaries, and the Korean drama "Partners for Justice." Although it is not fictitious, it is not advised to use it as a practical guide that may be implemented in everyday situations due to the likelihood of misinformation and the correlation between subjects-triggers, and reactions. If you need clear and LEGIT information, please contact experts near you.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Genre: romance, angst, FLUFF, MYSTERY, HORROR, THRILLER, ghost! childe x forensic pathologist! reader.

Blurb:

You have the unusual gift of seeing ghosts, but you have always kept it a secret to keep "their" attention away.

Imagine your frustration when you mistakenly believe someone who seems normal to be a human being, only to discover that they are actually a chatty and bothersome ghost named "Ajax"!

2. EX PROBLEM [CHILDE X FEM! READER]

this will be published on Ko-fi, with limited slot only!

GOOD NEWS ABOUT THIS ONE IS THAT I'M ALMOST DONE!! it has 5 chapters, and it's only 2 chapters to go before i review it, edit it, and post it! i took such a long time to finish this one, i'm not even sure if anyone's still interested. but i will still post on my ko-fi once it's finished.

Warning(s): TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, ABUSE OF POWER, GASLIGHTING, I DO NOT CONDONE THESE BEHAVIORS IRL. childe being borderline yandere, jealousy, possible baby-trapping, childe being his insufferable self, rich people being assholes, SMUT, alcohol consumption, reader is a bit of a bimbo (but love her<3), some wriothesley x reader but childe is still the endgame.

Genre: romance, slight angst, lovers to exes to ???, modern! au.

Blurb:

It's true when your friends say your relationship with Ajax is complicated. One day you're in the honeymoon phase, one day you're screaming at each other at the end of your throats. Today is the end of it all. But, who would have thought that you would be stuck living with him—now, your ex-boyfriend—and adding everything to your headache?

let's make a prayer circle and hope that all these works will see the light.

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[sprunkisongville]

A small blurb my partner and I wrote- I wrote Minty, it wrote Jevin. Also, before you read, here is some info on the religions of Selete:

Jevin’s Cult: Bluebird Church/The Prophets of God. (Jevin begins seeing visions- originally he faked them, but now they’re real.)

Prunism: Most common- it’s similar Christianity

Klacism: Second most common- similar to that of Paganism

Muthoism: Satanism basically- “Satan” is Muthos, “God” is Selete himself

There’s also Athiesm.

“Five…. Four… three… two… one…”

Counting down kept her calm, she thought. It kept her thinking, to keep her brain from breaking apart into shattered pieces of glass like the mosaics depicting this exact scene in her precious church.

She fidgeted with her skirt and kept herself in the kids “friendship room”, holding a cross close to her chest and repeating a count down over and over to herself in a hushed voice, scared of being caught- punished by god for trying to appease Him so brutally when she was taught that that was what He wanted.

He stares at the sky and it stares back. Millions of glaring eyes focused on the torment of the people he considered to be his friends, not to mention his lover and child. Gruesome, the deaths. Violent and brutal and unbecoming of those who are good. Those who are faithful. Had they deserved it? For angering God? For not worshipping Him as Jevin had?

Bad things happen to good people, and good things are happening to him on this endless day of judgement. His senses feel almost heightened, and it disgusts as much as it relieves him that he almost feels at home in this nightmarish realm. He knows when Minty enters His church, feels as she drips the blood of others on sacred ground. He doesn't have to walk very far from his observation point to get to her.

“...Minty. You're alive. Why are you here?”

“I am not enough for the lord… I am to be punished, my leader… why hasn’t he punished me for not pleasing him…? Why does he punish others and not myself? Is this my punishment?”

“You shall not question Him. It's of bad faith.” he continues, hushed, as though the walls aren't made of ears sending their reverie straight to Him. “You need all the help you can get in this place. Be grateful to Him for what He has granted you. It might keep you safe.” He says nothing more before walking off. He doesn't like not knowing exactly what's happening with the others.

“…Jevin?”

“Yes, my child?” 

“…Your husband. He-“

…

“He shot himself on the holy grounds upon witnessing his son's corpse. I’m sorry.”

“I already know. Thank you, Minty. It's a shame we won't find each other in heaven in the great after, but I will persevere for our eternal paradise. I only hope that Sky might be there too.”

“…You do not seem upset, my leader. Why?”

“I have to believe that our lord and savior has a plan for all of us, and we are only meant to follow it. If I don't… if you don't…” He stares off, feeling the ground rumble with holy righteousness.

“Apologies, I should not doubt, and neither should you. He has His plans and we will be saved when our deaths are earned. Until then we must stay faithful, and accept this holy gift from above.”

“…And if I was questioning my faith…? W… what then, Jevin…? I’ve murdered for the sake of my safety, and- and for what… for… for endless torture anyways? Nothing has changed and nothing will… if there is a god, he is a murderous, disgusting thing for an Angel, and I-… If I stopped believing in him, would you still love me…?”

“... We are meant to love everyone, even the misguided. I would recommend you cease this heresy now. Be grateful that you live, enjoy this life He has given you, and do not speak ill of His name in His temple. I will not welcome you back into the safety of my- of our God's church if you keep speaking in such a way, my child.”

“…No. I’m not living…”

She stands, still holding the cross to her chest for a while longer before setting it aside- even reaching under her collar to pull out her necklace and removing that too.

“You are like family to me, Jevin. But I…”

…

“There is a reason our brothers and sisters have left us behind. Your prophecies may be right, but our god’s morals are questionable, and I refuse to do his disgusting bidding any longer to save others- there are other ways to save them than joining in on their deaths. That is not saving- that is cowardice and joining in on the dangerous, disgusting man you once called a boyfriend. God can come for me all he wants. I care not anymore.”

“Then leave this place. Abandon me. I… I care not what you might do, but I hope your faith leading up to this will be enough to save you. I do… I do hope I see you once I'm in the pearly gates. Goodbye, Minty. You may no longer seek refuge in my place of worship.”

“…I love you. Thank you for giving me a purpose for a short while… but I have nothing for myself anymore but an empty shell.”

She walks towards the exit, clutching her chest like she used to in order to fidget with a necklace no longer there. It used to make her feel safe… now it felt hollow without it, despite the sinking feeling it began to face her once the judgment began.

The sky is as red as the blood of the sacrificed.

“…Five… four… three… two… one…”

…

She laughed to herself.

Why was she alive? Such a coward.

[heartfullofleeches]

No truer words have been spoke by loser reader. Stop making spooky chain mail ghosts hot if I'm not supposed to kiss them. The original title for this blurb was "Hot ghost ladies in your area" but it just reminded me of that corpse husband song

[probablyspooky]

She was there

Trigger warnings: Rich people, dino bite bite people.

A lil blurb i had

Vitel, a noble yautja warrior, hundreds of years old, was currently planning a trip down to Earth. Through careful scans, and constant monitoring he had discovered an uncharted island which was home to large game he had long thought had gone with the age of times. Dinosaurs, specifically a large Spinosaurus , the king of the island. It's skull would make a wonderful addition to his collection.

With the blessings of the elders of his clan, he was given a week, and all the weapons he wanted to assist in his hunt. The clans ship stopped just outside the gravitational pull of Earth. With a nod, his elders released him into a pod, and down to the Earth world he went.

Thudding into the soft sand of the island, Vitel cloaked his ship and began his recon of the island. Nothing for miles as his scans could pick up, of course the occasional small compy here and there, triceratops walking by, and the buzzards they hung over, searching for the warmest corpse to feast upon. Vitel clicked, cloaking himself, and climbed into the nearest tree and began his hunt into the jungle.

Yet he was not the only being of intelligence here, on the other side of the island, a large yacht was dropping anchor into the cool waters below, a family, a mother, a father, a young girl, along with the ships crew and captain had discovered the island on their sea voyage.

"Oh this looks like a lovely little island to take a break from all those harsh waters?" the mother exclaimed, her long luxurious hair blowing in the sea winds as the small row boat they were on hits the bank of the water.

Her husband nods along, he was much more of a timid man, though he made all the money that funded his trip, he was not one to speak up, not even to his wife. If you asked him, he'd rather stay on the boat, where there's AC, and internet, and ya know...a toilet.

But he just waves his hand at her, agreeing with her while he holds their daughter on his lap.

Their young daughter, no older than 6, was staring at the large trees the island had to offer, clutching close to her a chest was a large hello kitty doll. If you asked a yautja to tell the difference between hello kitty and the child, he wouldn't be table to tell the difference as this doll was nearly the same size as the child.

This doll a gift from the mans mother, stitched into the ear, Diana.

Now Diana was the spitting image of her father, though she had the pallet of her mothers features, her fathers genetics of facial shape proved stronger in utero.

As the boat was dragged ashore by the ships crew, the captain smiles and looks around, seeing the potential business opportunity that has presented itself to him.

He could make millions taking the rich to a 'uncharted private' island. He smirks to himself, taking in the warmth of the sun. Happy to have found such a treasure out here at sea.

Within hours, a cabana is set up, and the family was having a nice relaxing lunch. Diana, after finishing her sandwich, wanders down the beach area with the 'permission' of her parents, if you could call it that. Her mother never having time for her, and her fathers ear is plunged deep into his work.

As Diana walked, she felt the warm sand under her feet, the sound of the ocean waves, and the sounds of her Hello kitty dragging in the sands behind her.

A rustling in the trees, and then the loud thumb of something...hitting the ground. Something heavy.

Vitel was in the trees, hearing the laughter and clinking of glasses of the crew as lunch was underway. His vision scanning the scene, a crew of 5, a captain, two adults under a cabana, and something that was left a trail down the side of the beach.

Curious...

He follows the trail to see the small child wandering alone. He lands down from the branch he was standing on. Landing in front of the young girl, he clicks at her.

Her face was unphased by the large yautja warrior standing ahead of her, in fact, she smiled at the large invisible beast.

Checking his surroundings for a trap, and deactivates his cloak, showing his true form. Stepping forward, the young one still did not waver. She takes a small step forward towards.

Children never know true danger until its too late. However, he was not going to hurt her. It is against the code of honor and conduct most yautja are sworn to.

She reaches her hand towards him. A bit shocked, he kneels down, and she grabs ahold of one of his dreads upon his head. Chuckling under his mask, children are so innocent.

"Diana?" a woman calls out.

Vital quickly cloaks, and runs back into the trees.

"Darling, you know better than to run off without mommy or daddy present," her mother says, annoyed her day of relaxation has been interrupted by her own child's carelessness.

Diana is hoisted into her mothers arms, and she points towards the trees.

"Spaghetti man" she says pointing towards the trees Vitel was hiding in.

"Silly..." her mother rolls her eyes, staring at the trees.

Her eyes squint, something was there. But what?

Within a few hours dusk had over taken the land.

The family had a large sized tent put up so they could sleep on the beach. Though the sounds of the night crept onto the sand, cruel and calculated.

Vital sat in the trenches, enjoying the new collection of small skulls and tusks he had collected. This was a lovely hunt so far, however, his prize was still lurking about. He had been tracking it all day, yet it stayed slightly out of grasp, the closest he had gotten was a large steaming pile of shit. So it was close.

The hunters excitement was coursing through him, the anticipation, he was on glory's edge.

His inner thoughts were blotted out by the screams of horror coming from the beach. Curious, and not one to bother in the choices of those weaker and foolish, Vitel made his way to the beach. Jumping from tree to tree.

Eventually he comes across a scene he as been greeted with many times before in his travels.

Carnage.

The mother was gone, as Raptor would look into the sky, its maw dripping the crimson droplets of life. Vitel turned his head to the father running, the child in hand, in her hand that damned doll.

The quick and precise footsteps of the raptors as they traveled down the beach.

A crew member further down in the rowboat was calling for the man to hurry.

The father, despite his best efforts could not outrun a raptor. He attempts to throw his child to the boat, but he is tackled by the vicious razor of a raptors claw.

He falls.

He screams.

He's silent.

Diana tumbles onto the sand, and quickly get up and looks around.

The row boat of the crew is already being pushed back into the sea. One of them shouting

"SHE'S A CHILD, WE CAN'T"

The sound of skip slapping skin

"IT'S HER OR US"

Silence, an eerie silence, as the group of raptors jump on the one pushing them out to sea.

The screams are loud and violent as the raptors feast on them.

Diana not sure what to do freezes.

Vitel, despite his training, despite all he is, jumps down, scoops her up and rushes back into the trees.

He sits her down on the branch they're on. Grumbling to himself that his trip has been bothered, he looks at the girl and begins to type into his wrist computer.

It would take an additional two days for him to take her to mainland, somewhere where she can be safe. He sends an extension request to his elders. The most he can do is wait.

Upon the next morning, he takes her to the beach where it all went down. Nothing but flies upon small piles of flesh, but no identifying items to make Diana nervous. He hears the blubbering of a man.

Diana walks over to a large cooler they had been using to store wine bottles. Vitel walks over, and with a kick, it tumbles back and a man falls out. The captain of the ship, a coward who hid instead of helping his crew, instead of helping the people he had brought there himself.

The captain looked a bit shocked to see a little girl had survived, but what the hell was that next to her. The terror evident on his face, as he slowly crawls from within the cooler, standing onto his feet.

"What the hell are you..." he mumbles.

Vitel, angry with the fact this man was here instead of fighting with his fellow man, points to the ship that is floating out at sea, and points back at the girl.

The captain looks at him for a moment, confused as to what this beast is trying to convey to him.

Getting frustrated, he points again, girl, ship, captain, girl ship captain, girl, ship, captian.

It takes a bit for this IDIOT to realize, take the girl, I will get you to the ship.

Vital points to the ground, telling them to stay put. The captain looks down at the girl, and back at Vitel.

"Alright...alright..." he nods along.

Vitel turns and begins to run towards his ship. He has some sort of flotation device on the outside of it Once he reaches his pod, he takes the device out, yanking it from the outer walls.

Returning to the beach, something is wrong, the sands have been shifted, by something large. Looking further up the beach, he can see that pitiful captain running up the beach.

"Hurry!' he calls out

Vitel grabs the man as he tries to run past. Looking around him he stares at the man in the fact.

"What?"

The ground shakes, turning behind him, he sees his prize. The large Spino, coiling its tail around as it makes it grand entrance on the beach.

Vitel looks around, hoping to spy the girl. Yet he does not, the spino bares it teeth in its large powerful jaws.

There it was, that damned Hello kitty.

His mind flashes.

He turns his attention to the captain, who was currently trying to rip the floatation device from Vitels hand.

He smacks him, sending him back into the sand.

Worthless

"Hey wait!"

Pathetic

"Please!"

Coward

Vitel grabs him by the collar, and turns him to face towards his hunt

The man screams out in terror was the spino stares at him with longing, with hunger.

Despite his struggle, the captain, no longer the leader of his own crew, no longer the owner of a ship, is now the food to a monster.

His screams die out with a sickening crunch. The doll that once hung between the beasts teeth falls to the ground with a thud, its now red fleece now stained a deep red, a red never meant to be spilt.

Vitel sets it down, grabbing from his belt, his throwing star, he turns back to his hunt.

He roars into the battle.

The elders aboard the ship click at the returned hunter, his large prize now sitting in the cargo hold of the ship. They leave him to rest by the large window that overlooks Earth.

Vitel stares down at the planet, rethinking the events that happened. A two day hunt was all it was. Staring down at his hands at the small white toy, he rubs his thumb over it. Clicking softly.

"I am sorry"

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 4/5

Book Blurb:

"I'm in your blood, and you are in mine…"

The Netherlands, 1887. Lucy's twin sister Sarah is unwell. She refuses to eat, mumbles nonsensically, and is increasingly obsessed with a centuries-old corpse recently discovered on her husband's grand estate. The doctor has diagnosed her with temporary insanity caused by a fever of the brain. To protect her twin from a terrible fate in a lunatic asylum, Lucy must unravel the mystery surrounding her sister's condition, but it's clear her twin is hiding something. Then again, Lucy is harboring secrets of her own, too.

Then, the worst happens. Sarah's behavior takes a turn for the strange. She becomes angry… and hungry. 

Lucy soon comes to suspect that something is trying to possess her beloved sister. Or is it madness? As Sarah changes before her very eyes, Lucy must reckon with the dark, monstrous truth, or risk losing her forever.

“Chilling in its intimacy, this tale of monsters and monstrous love is a gorgeous gothic treat. I drank up every delicious word.” — Jennifer Thorne, USA Today bestselling author of Diavola  

Review:

Twin sisters, toxic relationships, oh and the dead coming back to life and feasting on blood, what a time to be alive in the Netherlands in 1887. Lucy and Sarah are twin sisters, Sarah being the more beautiful, vibrant one while Lucy was the more reserved sister. They love each other but also envy one another... and when Sarah marries the man that Lucy is in love with things only get more twisted. Then Lucy gets news that Sarah is sick, refusing to eat, speaking nonsensically, and becoming obsessed with a centuries old corpse that was recently discovered on her husband's estate. Lucy hurries to find out what is wrong with Sarah while also dealing with the fact that she's been having an affair with Sarah's husband... but when Sarah begins to slip into madness, gouging out her own eyes... and then being presumed dead until Lucy hears her scratching in her casket... only for Sarah to come back to life... things only get more twisted. As "Not-Sarah" reintegrates into the household things only spiral further into madness as Lucy begins to realize that whatever has come back in her sister's body has an appetite... but also still has all the memories of her sister. Lucy now must decide where her heart lies, with the complicated relationship with her sister or with the man she's in love with but is realizing she never really knew. This was such an interesting story about the relationship between siblings, about the complicated and twisted sense of family and obligation, and most of all, the lengths we will go to for our loved ones. I loved the gothic atmosphere and the slight vampire vibes from this. The relationship between Sarah and Lucy was so fun to read and just so layered and complex. It's a fantastic read and I would absolutely recommend it!

Release Date: March 25, 2025

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Netgalley and Poisoned Pen Press for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[dualiti-real]

OC-tober Day 5: Relationships

I was going to do a chart but I have too many characters and I haven't introduced them all yet so instead I'll take this as an opportunity to introduce two OCs at once, my two absolutely terrible guys, Laurel and his husband Faust!

(warning for brief mentions of mind control in the context of Laurels powers, lemme know if there's anything else in here anyone would want a warning about that I missed)

Laurel is the closest thing Dualiti really has to a villain, as mentioned in his neocities blurb. but due to Dualiti's very static state of being, he's mostly been bothering the same places and people for the last 1000 years, the only thing changing being who's being sent to fight him. either way, he is extremely content with the status quo he's in, where he has a lot of control in his little bubble and can do basically whatever he feels like. He and Vex have a very complicated rivalry, but that's a whole different quadrant- *I AM IMMEDIATELY DRAGGED OFFSTAGE BY SECURITY*

His husband is Faust, a mad scientist who is the absolute worst. just about everyone who meets him is immediately repulsed by his personality, which is "I am smarter than everyone else and anyone who claims otherwise is stupid and wrong, even when I am actively failing at something". somehow, though, Laurel is absolutely charmed by his cringefail demeanor. it also helps that Faust is equally head over heels for him. they are both completely terrible but I guess somehow they cancel eachother out, so that's nice? I'm glad they managed to find eachother.

Laurel Fun Facts:

Though Laurel looks like just a really tall elf, (he is 7'6". elves in the universe of Dualiti do not get that tall ever.) he's actually a sentient magical organism that is puppeting a corpse to function as his main body. that organism is the slime, which manifests on his body as the hair coming from his head.

when Laurel (the magic organism) consumes matter, it produces more slime, which can be used as structures, weapons, and as means of controlling others.

He can make hunters by basically infecting people with himself, (someone ingests the slime, it gets into an injury, ect.) and puppeting them from the inside. once he's infected someone, they're basically already on his network, and he can step into the controls any time. (you know, like vris- *I am once again dragged offstage*) he doesn't use it a lot unless he has to, though. he likes the challenge of convincing people to work for him.

(also just to get it out there because I mentioned Laurels powers and I want to make it clear that, no, Faust isn't being mind controlled or anything. he just encountered someone who actually genuinely liked him and went full Gomez Addams about it)

He is very much inspired by my love of classic disney villains. always love a character who is awful and is having so much fun with it. Shoutout to my girl Maleficent she inspired SO much about Laurel without me even realizing it.

as mentioned, he and vex have sort of a weird rival thing going on. do they hate eachother? are they best friends? something else? fucking. I don't know man.

(shout out to Hark a Vagrant by Kate Beaton for the reference)

you can tell thats old art because laurel doesn't have his cape yet. anyway, now we're moving on to

Faust Fun Facts:

Faust is very much inspired by characters like Doctor Robotnik, or Berdly of Deltarune. basically characters that are very confident in being super smart even when they probably aren't actually.

this isn't to say he's bad at what he does, he's really good at making robots and doomsday devices and the like- he's just bad at realizing that maybe he shouldn't keep putting in the function for them to explode randomly or at the slightest interference. high intelligence, fucking AWFUL wisdom.

He and Laurel met when Faust accidentally crashed his egg-mobile type thing into Laurels mansion and DIRECTLY onto the table Laurel was having tea at.

it's honestly a miracle Laurel thought he was funny and didn't end up killing him.

Faust does smoke, even though as a hunter/undead he doesn't really like, get any of what you would get from a cigarette. old habits die hard. (maybe he just likes the taste.)

as mentioned he is absolutely hopeless over Laurel. Laurel could literally do anything and Faust would think it was great. thankfully Laurel likes him just as much right back, which means that Faust can fuck up his evil schemes as much as possible and Laurel will not even care. he loves his silly little idiot so much.

[pensivegladiola]

Hellooooo! Here are my blurbs…

The Window (currently being posted serially):

First Lieutenant, Alek, and onboard cartographer, Jaime, are at odds when they board the ship. But what is meant to be a simple mapping expedition becomes the inconceivable when the hodgepodge crew of The Victory finds themselves stuck in a winding wilderness in the middle of the open ocean. Faced with a terrifying and illogical look into another world, the crew must come together to navigate the unknown. But what waits on the other side of The Window and can those who have crossed its threshold ever truly return?

Conservatory of Curses (novella WIP):

Welcome to the Conservatory of Curses. Our Conservators pride themselves on the swift acquisition, cataloging, and preservation of a miscellany of objects large and small.

Feel free to wander around, but exercise caution when touching items. Objects are often not what they appear to be at first glance. Oh, and do be careful to trace your steps mindfully. We wouldn’t want anyone or anything to get lost, would we?

Your Guide,

The Conservatory

Death Do Us Part (short story WIP):

Nora could understand why her parents might be upset about never getting a chance to walk their daughter down the aisle after her untimely death. But carrying out an antiquated ritual to marry off her corpse to some poor sap who ended up in the same funeral home is just absurd. Now she’s stuck dealing with a new husband, a cross-country road trip across the afterlife, and the perilous nature of ghost bureaucracy. So much for resting in peace.

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If you’re interested in reading The Window which currently has 6 chapters and is ongoing:

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reblog this with your elevator pitch (and aesthetics/moodboards if you feel like it), link your WIP intros or relevant excerpts you’d like boosted, and i’ll do my damnedest to reblog everybody who responds in the next few days.

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[corpseglider]

pairing .. corpse x girlfriend!reader (fem)

summary .. you’re his streaming partner in all things, especially horror games

genre/warnings .. established relationship, fluff, sfw, swearing, resident evil village spoilers

“watch out around this corner.” you spoke aloud, thinking of the horrors that could be just around the hallway to your left whilst your boyfriend maneuvered his avatar around the lonesome mansion. he nodded, listening to your advice before making his way to his destination. “careful, careful.”

the two of you were extremely focused, already having been streaming for nearly three hours long with no breaks—and though you were at the end of your energy, the viewers were sitting at the edges of their seats, anticipating your next moves with vigor. 

“oh shit!” he shouted, flinching at the sight of one of the daughters materializing in front of ethan. she licked her lips on the screen, approaching the player quickly with murder on her mind. “what do we do? what do we do?” he repeated, shaking his head with nerves. “baby, what do we do?”

you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek before motioning for him to step aside and allow you to play. “c’mere,” a faint murmur left your lips, eyes scrolling across the controls and avoiding cassandra in the most efficient way possible. “look we have to head over here.”

though you were focused on the gameplay, you could sense that your adoring boyfriend was choosing to take your beauty into view rather than the storyline. it was an often occurrence, him getting distracted and losing a life or some health just by staring at how gorgeous you looked beneath the soft light of your led lights. 

“hey,” you shot a glance at him, raising your eyebrows at his flushed cheeks and ghost of a smile. he was your dream man—in all honesty the only man that you’d ever imagine yourself ending up with—and there was no way you’d ever let him go. “you going to pay attention or what? time to kill a beautiful woman.”

“not nearly as beautiful as you, sweetheart.”

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

congrats on 5K! I’m not sure if there limits but can I get 1, 3, and 25 for corpse husband?

Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy :)

1 - “You make every day worth living”

3 - “Come on, you can sit on my lap until I finish”

25 - “Thank you for letting me spend the holidays with you”

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Corpse looked up as there was a knock on his study door.

“I’ll be right back, guys,” he said to his lobby and chat before muting himself and sliding his headphones off of his ears. “Y/N?”

The door opened and his girlfriend smiled at him a little uncertainly.

“I’m muted,” he confirmed, understanding immediately what her expression was asking him.

“I thought you’d want something to drink?” Y/N offered, holding out the glass of water.

“Thank you, baby,” Corpse responded, aware that there must be more behind her visit than just bringing him water. 

“Are you...” Y/N hesitated, biting her lip. “Are you almost finished streaming?”

“I’m not sure,” Corpse admitted, looking back at his computer screen. “But you could come join us?” He offered but Y/N shook her head.

“No, I couldn’t do that,” she sighed, twisting her fingers together nervously.

“Come on, you can sit on my lap until I finish,” Corpse proposed, wheeling his desk chair slightly further out and grinning at her, opening his arms.

That seemed to be all the convincing that Y/N needed as she smiled back and climbed onto his lap, nesting her head into his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” she sighed.

“The fuck are you sorry for?” Corpse laughed, squeezing her gently.

“Just... being annoying.”

“You’re not being annoying - I invited you because I want to spend as much time with you as I can, baby. I’m sorry that I’ve been streaming so much lately,” Corpse countered.

“I like spending time with you too,” Y/N confessed in a low voice and Corpse responded by placing a kiss to the side of her head. “Thank you for letting me spend the holidays with you.”

“There’s no one I’d rather spend them with.” Corpse informed her.

“Even Sykkuno?” Y/N teased, bringing laughter from her boyfriend.

“I’d choose you over Sykkuno any day,” Corpse promised her. “You make every day worth living, baby.”

5K Blurb Celebration

[unhonest-iago]

Ito 

Gn reader

I call Corpse Husband 'Ito' in my head as a little nickname.

Corpse didn’t know what to react to first. The nickname or y/n pecking him on the cheek. Taking a minute to steady the mini heart attack he just experienced, he decided to address the former. ‘Ito? Why Ito?’

Doing the little shy uwu finger guns, ‘You know how the one dude who makes the Studio Ghibli films is friends with Junji Ito?’ 

‘Hayao Miyazaki? But what about that makes me Ito?’ One of his eyebrows furrowed. ‘Because everyone views you as this scary guy when in actuality you’re not. You’re just, well, some guy.’ 

After a moment of silence, 'Does that mean I can give you a weird nickname?'

[storiesforallfandoms]

sing me to sleep ~ corpse husband

word count: 1051

request?: yes!

“Hi it looks like requests are open. Can I request a cute corpse husband imagines where maybe the reader has a nightmare and wakes up and corspe is streaming and the reader doesn't want to bother him but can't go back to sleep. Maybe when he's done streaming he comforts the reader and maybe sings them to sleep. I really wanna read something of him singing to the reader. Pleaseeee”

description: in which she can’t get back to sleep after a nightmare, so her  boyfriend helps her

pairing: corpse x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist

You woke from your nightmare with a yelp and immediately covered your mouth. Luckily, you were alone in bed as Corpse was still streaming so you didn’t wake him.

You tried to just roll over and go back to sleep, but every time you closed your eyes you saw the images from your nightmare again. You tossed and turned for what felt like hours, but whenever you checked the time it had only been 10 minutes since the last time.

You looked at your phone long and hard, debating on texting Corpse to ask him to come to bed, but you knew you’d feel bad if you did that. He was probably mid-game, having a great time with his friends. You couldn’t take him away from that. But you did want nothing more than to feel Corpse’s arms around you and helping to lull you back to sleep.

Eventually, you heard the door to his YouTube room open and close, and his footsteps silently creeping down the hall to your shared room. He was trying to stay silent as he got ready for bed, so you spoke up, “I’m awake.”

“Fuck,” Corpse hissed. You giggled at his startled reaction. “Why are you awake, babe? Didn’t you say you were going to bed when I started streaming?”

“I had a nightmare and haven’t been able to get back to sleep,” you responded.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve come and kept you company at least.”

“You were streaming! I didn’t want to bother you if you were having fun with your friends.”

You felt the bed dip next to you in the dark, followed by the warmth of Corpse’s arms wrapping around you. You settled into his embrace, taking in all the familiar things that you loved so much about him.

“You still could’ve come told me, or texted me or something,” he said.

“I debated it,” you said. “But you were having a good time playing with your friends. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Are you kidding? They’d probably prefer for you to be there. They all love you. Rae has been asking when you’ll play with us next every time I’m talking to them.”

You smiled into the darkness at this. You loved Corpse’s online friends .They were so welcoming of both you and Corpse into their group, and they had been fantastic friends to the both of you. You felt closer to them than you had with anyone in real life.

Neither one of you spoke for some time. You buried your head into Corpse’s chest, the soft material of his shirt brushing against your face. Usually, you liked the silence, but at that moment it felt deafening. Your eyes were growing so heavy that you were struggling to stay awake, but at the same time you just couldn’t sleep. Even with Corpse next to you now, it felt like an impossible task that you’d never be able to do.

You groaned in frustration. Corpse’s body shook as he chuckled. “Still can’t sleep?”

“I’m so tired,” you groaned, the words muffled in Corpse’s shirt. “But I can’t sleep. It’s not even the nightmare now, my body just won’t shut down long enough for me to sleep!” You lifted your head from his chest to add, “Maybe I’m destined to stay awake forever now.”

Corpse chuckled again and found your lips with ease, giving you a quick peck. You smiled to yourself again.

“Want me to talk to you to help you sleep?” he asked. “You did always say listening to my horror story videos helped you to sleep before we started dating.”

“I don’t want to hear a horror story, I definitely won’t sleep then,” you mumbled. An idea popped into your head and you smirked to yourself. “What if you sang to me?”

“(Y/N), no.”

You sat up on the bed, pulling out of Corpse’s arms to do so. You turned on the lamp next to his bed so he could finally see your face.

“Come on? Please? You know how much I love your singing.”

“And you know how much I hate my singing.”

Corpse was stuck on the idea that his actual singing voice was the worst sound in the world. Despite the fact that the music he was already making was partially him singing, he kept denying it. He was sure that he absolutely could not sing, and often refused to do it even when it was just the two of you.

There were rare occasions that you managed to get him to sing, though. Usually when you were upset or sick, he liked to take you in his arms and sing your favorite song to you. It was like a magic spell that would instantly make you feel better when you heard it.

“Please?” you begged, drawing out the “e” in the word and even pouting like a child at him. “Just until I fall asleep. If it doesn’t work within the first verse and chorus, you can stop. If I fall asleep right away, you won’t even have to sing long anyways!”

“It might not work.”

“But it’s worth a try, isn’t it?”

Corpse sighed and looked up at your pouty face. He finally smiled and opened his arms to you again. “Fine, come here.”

You quickly turned off the light and basically dove into his arms again. He held you tightly as he began to hum first, a soothing sound that you loved to hear. When he started to sing, your heart fluttered. Despite what Corpse thought of his own voice, it was your absolute favorite sound.

Of course, the magic song worked yet again, as within almost seconds you were drifting off to sleep. Corpse felt your body beginning to slump in his arms, and your head lull against his chest. Your breathing started to get heavier, and finally, you were sound asleep.

Corpse smiled to himself. Although he couldn’t see you in the dark, he could imagine how cute you looked while you were asleep in his arms. He gently kissed your forehead, trying not to wake you, as he settled himself down to sleep as well.

“I love you,” he whispered into the darkness.

“I love you, too,” came a response so quiet it was almost inaudible.

[its-romani-bitch]

ALRIGHT FOLKS THE TIME HAS COME

IF YOUVE GOT A TWITTER AND FOR SOME REASON HAVENT ALREADY GO LIKE CORPSE’S TWEET AT GYMSHARK! MANS NEEDS A BILLBOARD STAT

WE’VE ALREADY GOT TRENDING/HAVE TRENDED THREE DIFFERENT HASHTAGS FOLKS

#CORPSEBILLBOARD IS NUMBER 4 ON TRENDING RN ALONG WITH #proudofemma

SO GET YOUR ASSES OVER TO TWITTER AND LIKE HIS TWEET

OR IM COMING FOR YOUR KNEECAPS

A FAN OF CORPSE OR NOT, A MAN WITH THE NAME SCHLATT IS NOT GETTING THAT BILLBOARD

[stylistiquements]

[11:23 AM] “Is this my hoodie ?” Corpse asks, suspicious pout on his lips as you hide a malicious grin in the collar of his hoodie. “You can have it, you look too beautiful in it.”

[azra-anon317]

Hey my princes, princesses and nb majestys. I’m gonna be writing some short blurbs/imagines/short stories about certain characters from fandoms that I am in, these people will be including but not limited to the dream SMP (not writing smut or romantic stuff about Tommy, Tubbo or Ranboo because they are minors. And no smut for techno because he has said he doesn’t like it),corpse husband (NO SMUT FOR HIM!!!) Ethan, Mark, Sean, Sykunno, Valkyrae, and maybe some others that I can’t think of right now (I will make a list later on if this becomes a popular blog which I doubt. So... send in requests if you want! Also I will be doing polyamorous requests if that is what you want but I may reject some requests if I don’t know the character well or I don’t watch the persons content or even if they are uncomfortable with it then I will decline the request. Sorry. Let’s go people!!!! To writing blurbs!!!!!

[heartfullofleeches]

RoadSide

Immortal Yan + G.N Reader Blurb/Intro

Summary: A car accident leads to a bigger crash

Warning: Violence/injury, light gore

Bile sits in your throat, held back by the seatbelt pinning you to your seat.

Your body is heavy- the leather digging into your skin adding weight to your imbalanced skull. Your windshield is cracked, the white fractures and spray of blood making it hard to see from it while the blinking headlights make up for the range you couldn't see. What you refused to see.

A body lays ten feet away from your car. Motionless and surrounded by a halo of red that trickles back to the hood. The collected mass of blood and saliva in your mouth pours free as the body twitches. This.. wasn't how tonight was supposed to go. You were heading home from work when it happened. Same road, same speed - only one difference. He came out of nowhere. You saw it. The pressure behind your eyes disfigured your judgment, but you swore as your car came into contact with his fragile body - fear was the last thing present in his eyes.

Air rushes into your withered lungs as you unhook your seatbelt and crawl out of the car. You had to make sure he was okay. Everything burned, but you were far better off than him. You sure the front of your car as a crutch as you round to the front, smearing his cold blood all over your hand. You shutter as it stains your clothes, but you don't have the pleasure of expressing your fear. Choking back a sob, you drag yourself over to his side.

Blood bloomed from the left side of his shirt where he was hit, blossoming beneath the tire marks decaled on his white tee like some twisted joke. The cruel irony makes you gag. His leg was bent at an odd angle and face obscured by his fair, holes thorn through body and clothes from being used like a skipping stone by his chair. One hand hides within his jacket while the other clutches his phone. It's surprisingly not damaged. Taking a closer look at his opposite arm you can see what looks like a plastic bag filled with cushion.

"s....."

You thought you were hearing things, but his lips slowly form the words his broken jaw struggle to expel. His body trembles, knuckles rapping the road to gain your attention. You lean in.

"le...."

He coughs up a sea of red, exposed ribs heaving.

"I can't hear you..."

You lean in close.

"Smile wide."

In range, the thought to be corpse lunges out and drags you to the floor as he sits up. Too weak to struggle despite the drastic degrees of your injuries, you claw at his arm as he wraps it around your neck. The smily muscle of his torn cheek glides up against your tear riddled face as he pulls you in. A blinding light assaults your weary eyes as he presses the red button on the screen. You scramble as soon as he let's go.

"Shiiit. That's fucking hot, babes. You look so fucking good covered in my blood and it looks like my eye's about to pop right out! I was getting cloder feet because I thought you weren't going to come by tonight. Unfortunately, this lazy bitch has to go back in if I'm not sleeping in a ditch tonight."

You look away as he jams his finger in his eyes, grunting as he forces it into the socket. "What's... going on. With those injuries you should be able to move like that. Is this some kind of sick prank?"

"'fraid not, sweetheart. My guts are absolutely soup right now. Name's Devlin. Your new boyfriend, husband, bitch, pet - whatever you want to call me. Doesn't really matter, since we're gonna be together for the rest of our lives... unless you want these pictures to get out."

He scrolls through the many pictures taken of the accident. Your bloody car and license plate, his mangled limbs, a picture of him holding a thumb up, and the final one taken minutes ago.

"Obviously a few of those are between us, but if you reject me I can change face and send these photos in. Things would look mighty suspicious with no body - right?"

"I.... I guess."

"Good." He sighs, a fresh growth of blood developing over his shirt. "I knew you were the one when you ran me over the first time. Not a brick in the road now, am I? Anywho, your car still work? We can get it to a mechanic and then we can go have some fun... or head home. Not like we'll ever be apart again so I don't have any preference."