#tw accidental death

[palmtreepalmtree]

This is a tough read, but if you're a hiker or outdoorsman, I think it's kind of important.

Sands had his cellphone — it was perched on a rock beneath a big tree. But most of Mt. Baldy gets no reception, and the hikers could not find a signal in the area where they found Sands’ remains. They didn’t see any evidence that Sands, who was traveling alone, had another way to summon help.

After finding the remains, Dwyer used his Garmin InReach — a $400 pocket-size satellite-messaging device — to send an SOS with their exact location to authorities. They responded in eight minutes.

My cousin is a Death Valley enthusiast. He goes for a visit at least once a year. Even if he's not doing any hiking, he brings a sat-phone with him that gives him signal everywhere, because if his car breaks down on some remote backroad, he doesn't want to be trapped in the heat alone with no way to contact anyone for help.

I don't think this is necessary for all hikers, but if you're a solo hiker, and you're adventuring on a remote trail with little foot traffic, take precautions.

[longislandcharm]

TIMING: Mid-late August LOCATION: The Commons PARTIES: @longislandcharm and @ariadnewhitlock SUMMARY: It was such a nice morning that two lovely young ladies decide to enjoy their time outside at the commons. It takes no time for secrets to spill. Oops. CONTENT WARNINGS: Mentions of accidental death

A Latte to Love was busy that day, busier than Winter had been expecting, and she had a strong desire to turn right around when she walked through the door. But the pull of her coveted mocha latte was too much for the medium to ignore so she trudged through the crowd to grab said drink before she made her way out of there. Too many people were trying to test her patience. Instead, she made her way towards some place called the Common that was also littered with people but at least she could keep her distance in one of the many gazebos strewn about the place. 

It was in one of those structures that she found a familiar face. A blonde was sitting alone in one of them and her mind immediately went back to the slumber party at Mack’s. She’d been there, Winter knew that much, but she couldn’t quite recall what had happened to her that night. It was all a blur really up until she went to talk to Mack after everyone had left. Moving to take a seat, she gave the blonde a nod of her head. “Aria right?” 

As she paused, she took a sip of the latte in her hand trying to wake herself up. She’d been up through the night reading everything she could get her hands on, only falling asleep with her head on the desk provided in her room when her tired eyes just couldn’t stay open anymore. Now she was paying for it for sure but maybe the company she now had would be able to keep her awake without annoying her too much. “That was some party the other night, huh?”

She didn’t spend all her free time in A Latte to Love. Still, Ariadne certainly did come by more often than she ever had before she and Wynne had been… official.

Which was fine, and it wasn’t like anybody really looked twice because she wasn’t someone who stood out, and she was a college student (so going to a café made sense), and she could always pull out the ‘I’m the barista’s girlfriend’ card, if need be. So far though, she hadn’t had to do that. Which was also probably good, because she’d feel some sort of guilt for pulling that card, even as much as she loved to advertise the fact that she was Wynne’s girlfriend.

Today, she’d gotten an iced tea to go, and had decided to sit outside on the Common, a book of Mesopotamian art opened in front of her. She looked up as she heard someone sit next to her. “I - uh. Yeah. You’re… Winter?” The other’s name had been distinct enough that she recalled it (or at least she hoped she did) without too much trouble. “It was, yes. I’ve never really been to many parties, but I thought it seemed good?” She shut her book. “Though I guess I sort of checked out part way through the night.”

“Winter is correct.” It seemed the people at this party paid more attention to her than she’d thought with the zombie falling off the balcony and all. “You thought it seemed good?” She paused, her drink halfway to her lips but forgotten with this comment. Winter’s eyebrows furrowed while she lowered the coffee in her hand. “I guess if you like a terrifying time then it was right up your alley. I just didn’t get that vibe from you.” In truth, even now, Aria seemed a little...skittish? Was that the word she was reaching for? Either way, she didn’t seem like the kind of person who enjoyed being frightened to death. 

She probably shouldn’t have been talking about this out in the open but Aria had been there, it wasn’t like she hadn’t witnessed all of it. Besides, all of the other people littered around the park were out of earshot of the two of them which was a good thing considering what came out of Winter’s mouth next. “Checked out? Were we at the same party? How do you zone out when someone falls off a balcony and then miraculously comes back to life and tries to eat people? Especially when that person is Mack Ross?” 

She threw a look towards the blonde, a little taken aback by the fact that she wasn’t as freaked out about this night as the rest had been, Winter more than most. “Have you been around zombies before or something?”

“I don’t like terrifying!” Ariadne practically squeaked. “Not a fan. Scary movies? Not my jam. Why –” her hands shook for a moment, and she pressed them against her thighs firmly to try and get them to stop. “I just – it was like, nice and stuff, and I got to go there with my partner, so…”

She practically choked on her tea at the other’s next comment. “What?” What had happened? “I – no, my – Wynne – Wynne and I, we went off into another room, ‘cause they were feeling a bit tired, and so that’s what I meant by – who – how – what?” Was this some sort of joke? Some sort of not-so-nice-but-somebody-thought-it-funny joke? Ariadne didn’t know, and she felt tears welling up in her eyes. “I promise I wouldn’t zone out if somebody got hurt, I just didn’t see it. I have not been around zombies before. Unless like, halloween and stuff with makeup. What?”

Oh shit. Wait, no, she hadn’t just outed Mack like that, had she? This girl was at the party! SHe should have seen what hap- oh. “Another room? Oh my god…you guys were in another room…” How had Winter not remembered that the blonde was one half of the couple that had been locked away during the whole debacle? The whole night had been a blur in her mind but was she really so dense that she’d forgotten that little detail? 

Then again, could anyone blame her for it either? So much had happened and Winter had been terrified, adrenaline rushing through her body while others around her were freaking out as well. Winter pursed her lips while she gripped the coffee in her hands, afraid that the cup was going to break under the weight of it. “Okay, um…you can’t tell anybody what I just told you. Nobody that wasn’t there was supposed to know. I mean, you were there, but I thought you had witnessed it, I swear.”

Not only was Winter worried about Mack hating her for this but that stupid promise she had made was in question now. What if that one girl had been fae? Did that mean Winter had consequences coming to her? The damage was done no matter what though and seeing the tears in the other’s eyes she sighed softly as she pushed aside her own fears. Turns out the other girl was skittish. “Nobody was hurt. I mean, Mack was but she’s completely okay now. It was just a very intense moment for us but no need to cry.”

“I, uh, yeah.” Which would have made her cheeks flush if such a thing were possible, not because of any shame, but more because people having actively noticed her and Wynne wandering off to go off into a room made her feel a bit odd at the thought of attention. But it felt good, too, but then again, Ariadne knew that anything to do with Wynne felt good.

“I won’t.” Her lips trembled, “I wouldn’t do that.” Except didn’t Wynne deserve to know? But Ariadne would think about that another time. Another time that turned very quickly into now with, “but maybe you should tell Wynne, ‘cause it’s not fair if everybody but them knows. But it’s – it’s up to you, sorry to suggest that I – I don’t mean to tell you what to do.” She picked at her nails briefly, not enough to do anything, but just to have something to do while she talked. 

While she felt an intense amount of shame and while she had to try and figure out how to not completely and totally freak out.

Which she wasn’t doing a great job of so far. Ariadne looked back over to Winter, “it’s – okay. But she was – how? How is she – what?” She kept her voice low, but she couldn’t help but register a noticeable change in her pitch, still. “Sorry. I – I won’t cry.” Or she’d try not to, at least.

“I actually think that’s up to Mack, not me. I shouldn’t have even told you.” Maybe it wasn’t fair that the other person didn’t know what happened now that Aria did but that really wasn’t a concern for Winter. No, the only thing running through her mind was the promise she’d made to her best friend and how she had just broken it because she couldn’t think for five seconds. It was a lesson learned: never talk about the slumber party again unless Mack brings it up. “She should get the choice that I just took away from her.”

She couldn’t quite understand what Aria was trying to ask but Winter had already given her enough to break her promise so there wasn’t much point in keeping her in the dark of the whole story. Especially when Aria looked like she was barely holding herself together. “Things got stupid while playing Never Have I Ever and some people wanted to go down the staircase on a mattress like in the Princess Diaries. Mack was trying to help get the mattress in place at the top of the stairs and she was knocked over the railing.” 

Winter stopped herself, the images of that night coming back to her as she thought about what happened next. She’d never been more terrified in her life, even when her ghost friend had appeared out of nowhere. It wasn’t something she liked reliving that was becoming quite clear. “She came back though.” And tried to eat everyone in the process. “That’s what matters.”

“You – I – okay.” Her words came out fragmented. Ariadne didn’t want to lie to Wynne ever, but this very obviously wasn’t her sort of thing to share, but if everyone else knew, then it seemed cruel to leave Wynne out of it. “You didn’t mean to take it away, I - I’m sorry I made you.” She didn’t especially want any more of her pastry or her drink, any hunger she had turned instead to worry.

Kind as she was, even if she was (understandably) annoyed with Ariadne, Winter went on to give more of an explanation. “To be fair, that scene is one of the coolest in the movies. I’ve just never been anywhere that had a staircase big enough to even think about doing something like that.” Mack was an actor though, and a famous one, apparently, so it made sense that she’d be able to have a staircase like one that Mia had when she was formally a princess. 

“I’m glad she came… back. Came back. Yeah.” The idea of zombies (or anything remotely supernatural) still caused Ariadne a great deal of confusion, but she was also dead and had come back and even though she didn’t want to out herself to Winter, she figured that trying extra hard to make things make sense was the least she owed her – and Mack, for that matter. 

“You didn’t make me, Aria.” She was side eyeing the girl now, wondering why on earth she had even thought such a thing. It had been a mistake on Winter’s part, not hers and most people would have been quick to point that out, not take the blame themselves. She tapped a finger against the side of her coffee cup as she shook her head, mad at herself for letting out Mack’s secret. If this got back to her, which she was sure it would, her best friend wouldn’t be thrilled at all and she couldn’t blame her for it. “It just…happened. I assumed you were in the room when you weren’t so this isn’t on you at all.”

She was quiet as Aria spoke, knowing that she would never be able to see that scene in the same light again. It would always remind her of that night and what happened. How fucking stupid was it that Winter was going to be triggered by a stupid scene in the Princess Diaries now? “Well, I’m guessing Mack’s staircase wasn’t big enough either. We…should have thought of that but we’d been drinking and we’re all idiots apparently.” 

Looking at the blonde, Winter nodded at the sentiment. She was glad that her friend wasn’t actually gone from this world too but being dead wasn’t exactly a fun way to live either judging off what Mack had to eat alone. “I didn’t…mean to ruin your day. You looked like you were on the verge of tears so…yea, I didn’t mean to do that.” 

“Okay. Okay, fine, if you say so, then I guess it’s true. It has to be, yeah?” Ariadne still wanted to panic, but that wouldn’t look cool in front of someone like Winter, who was pretty much one of the definitions of coolest cool. Because she was from, like, LA or something, and being from a big city automatically made you cool. Or at least that was what Ariadne figured. She wasn’t the most of an expert on that in any way, shape, or form, but she still believed that.

In the very least, it meant that Winter knew more stuff than Ariadne did, but that didn’t necessarily take too much to do. “Nobody’s an idiot. It – I – sorry.” She knew she shouldn’t keep saying sorry, but right now, she couldn’t help it.

“You didn’t ruin it. I – that’s selfish of me to make this about me, anyhow. Like, way selfish. Super selfish.” Ariadne sighed. “I’ll be fine, and I won’t tell Wynne unless you or Mack says I can, alright? I promise.” Though the idea of keeping yet another secret from Wynne made her stomach twist into knots. “And I won’t like, do anything mean to Mack ‘cause of it. I wouldn’t ever.”

“Right, that’s exactly right.” Winter nodded at the blonde, knowing deep down that there was no truth to that statement at all. Nothing had to be true just because she said so but she wasn’t going to break that charade if the other wanted to believe so. She would never speak against herself that way and it seemed to be calming Aria down more. 

Everything about this girl seemed to be the exact opposite of Winter. Where she would try to blame others for the shortcomings of life and how things played out, Aria was trying to blame herself. Where she would have done everything she could to show as little reaction as possible to the news, Aria was a little bit of a mess. It was something that really struck Winter, showing her how pure Aria actually was. It also made her really uncomfortable. She wanted to tell Aria to suck it up, to stop blaming herself for everything, to have even an ounce of pride but she was biting her tongue. Just because the medium had a hard time showing people anything other than composure, that didn’t mean everyone else had to be the same. 

“It’s not selfish, Aria. It’s a lot to process and digest. You’re allowed to have emotions, you know.” Even if the tears slightly panicked the older woman she couldn’t blame Aria for them at all. Honestly, there had been times when Winter wanted to let her own slip out but she feared she’d never stop if she allowed it to start. It took Henry shocking her out of it last time. “I appreciate you not letting the secret out. I’m sure Mack would too. I never thought you would because I’m pretty sure you don’t have a mean bone in your body but the assurance is nice.”    Now things were just getting awkward. The panic in her had died down, Aria was still trying to process everything, but Winter had her assurances and she was ready to get out of this situation. “So, I’m gonna go. If you need to talk about it or anything you just give me a ring…or a message or something.” She stood, giving one last look to Aria to make sure that she wasn't leaving the girl in some sort of really distressed broken state. “Everything is going to be fine.” She nodded, trying to believe the words herself, before she made her leave. Deep down, she was certain that nothing was going to be fine.

[eldritchdemonfox]

WHY DOES THE QSMP HAVE TO MAKE ME SUFFER SO?!

I JUST CALMED DOWN FROM JUANAFLIPA'S DEATH AND REVIVAL AND NOW I FIND OUT ABOUT TILIN'S DEATH AND SLIMECICLE'S EXILE I CANT TAKE IT MY HEART HURTS PLEASE PLEASE FIX THIS OH GOD

HE JUST GOT HIS DAUGHTER BACK AND NOW HE HAS TO LEAVE HER. HES GRIEVING HIS NEPHEWS DEATH AND TRYING TO BEAR THE GUILT AND FLIPA JUST LOST HER BEST FRIEND

i need to go cry for a very long time. I love qsmp, but i have to take a break for my mental health before i go back to watching

[faeriekit]

"Okay." Danny slowly laid the already cold body back onto the table, ready to slide back it into the refuge of cold storage. "Okay. Dead guy. Stay there."

The body didn't move.

"Fantastic. Now. Hang out while I pour the embalming fluid into the pump, alright? It should only be a minute."

And it usually did; working in a funeral home wasn't extremely glamorous, but it paid the bills, and Danny had already been used to the rhyme and rhythm of negotiating death with the public by the time he sent in his mortuary school application. It had been a transition that made sense. And in the end, the degree had only cost him a few extra years post-graduation and a little dig into student loans, and now Danny had a stable 12-8 job and health insurance valid in the state of new jersey.

Today, though, the pump had that decided enough was enough. With a bang and a boom, the pump spat out a cloud of smoke and clunked uncomfortably.

The dead body sat up.

Danny scrambled over to push it back down. "No. We talked about this. Dead people don't move. If you want to stay here and have me put you back together all the time, you have to stay put. Got it?"

Whatever the weird gold-eye corpses were on in Gotham, they at least listened to him on occasion. They weren't ghosts, per se— they never pinged on any of the ghost detection devices Mom and Dad had packed in his going-away-to-college bag— but they were, despite being occasionally animate, perfectly deceased.

Weird. Danny had never gotten used to it. Still, they came in droves, too eager to sit on the top of the basement stairwell and lurk in the corners and stare endlessly at them with their weird, avian eyes, and sometimes they heralded the arrival similarly weird-ass bodies that had lost their heads or their arms or their limbs through the more conventional channels.

"I'm losing too much thread to all y'all coming in all the time," Danny complained to the dead body, who, at the moment, was the only person present to blame. "Stop getting your limbs cut off. This stuff is expensive, you know. It's a specialty order."

The body didn't even have the courtesy to blink. Rude.

"At least let them bury you this time. Every time one of you darts off when my back's turned, my boss thinks I'm stealing corpses. My coworkers think I'm building my own Frankenstein or something."

The corpse neither verbalized nor blinked, but Danny hadn't expected it to; with a sigh, he rolled the corpse back into cold storage, locked its little door (not that locking it in had ever stopped it) and called it quits for the night.

It's not like anyone was paying him for the extra hours anyway.

[whole-wheat-trolls]

1 9 and 13 for taraka

1. What was the first thing you ever killed?

Taraka hums and haws, "do I look like I could kill something?" The joke does nothing to make herself feel better about avoiding the question.

"I uh. Had an accident as a kid. Your lusus can't really, tell you better when you're a rascal on a mission to chow down some flowers near your house. I had an allergic reaction, Momthra, she got me to the hospital. On the report the doctors said I had died for seven seconds. Started a lifelong interest in gardening though! And- a fear of hospital bills," she gives a thumbs up, like everything is okay now.

9. What do you hate most about yourself?

"Shiiit... uh, I mean I try not to, talk and think about myself like that anymore but, I always kinda wish I had better self esteem? I let a lot of bad shit happen to me cause I didn't care enough to stop it at the time."

13. How would you like to be buried when you die? How would you like your funeral to be like.

"My funeral? Hell I'd be surprised if there's anyone to bury me when the time comes... if there is though... There's this big cypress tree, in a little park, in the place where I used to live. You can plant me in the ground right next to it when I'm done.

[gravelsong]

I need to go curl up and cry somewhere

[fansids]

I realized that absorbing the fourth ring could've come with severe consequences, and I've not known peace since.

[spacebubblehomebase]

Helllo i Love your art more than i love donuts and thats ALLOT.but my boy lucifer can have babys,like i dont even know how that works!make it make sense! I just wanna say thank you again for curing are boredom👍🏻

You are SO right that is high praise indeed! I'm honored! =D So here. Have a donut! 🍩🍩🍩 As for Luci, let us turn to the world's favorite 700k+ words old man fanfiction that is The Bible (tm) as according to their lore, it's been canonically stated that angels are genderless for they are beings made of the Pure Holy Spirit and- Holy SHIT! What do you know??? Our dear depressed duck dad was an angel himself and in some depictions Lilith is infertile as was her punishment for her freedom! The more you know! -Bubbly💙

(LMAO. My guy's been traumatized. Once is enough XD)

[mpekamitzii]

Girl you're not looking so well

[batwynn]

CW: Blood/Murder on the last 2 pages

There are things worse than being a hypocrite. At least you're not crispy man, Derek. Previous page

(As always, Patreon is a few pages again with some sketch pages up even further.)

[arilphys]

i haven't drawn caim in 3 years

[enigmajaython]

Hunters nightmare

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts no. 8

Phantom parents had shot him with a blaster and while it was unusual for them to actually get a hit in, it didn't actually hurt. In fact it kinda tickled for a moment before the sensation faded entirely.

Phantom just shrugged it off and evaded them for the rest of the day. Only to wake up the next morning with his entire room frozen with his own ice. Lifting his blanket off of him caused it to shatter, the same happened with anything else he interacted with. After leaving his room via a shattered door, he came to the kitchen to find it empty save for the ice everywhere.

A terrible thought hit him. Shouldn't his sister be awake by now?

Floating back up the stairs after they made an uneasy cracking sound from his weight, he called for Jazz from outside her room. His gut filled with dread when she didn't answer. He repeated himself over and over, growing louder each time and no longer caring if he woke his parents up too. Part of him knew they wouldn't wake. Not anymore.

Finally, with tears in his eyes, he broke her door like his own and saw his sister in her bed. She was the same silvery blue as the rest of the house and looking for all the world like she was simply sleeping. His parents were the same. He saw from where thier door was left open. He had killed his own family in his sleep.

Beginning to hyperventilate, he raced out the front door, not caring what he broke on his way out, only to stop dead in his tracks when he saw what had happened outside.

Amity Park was frozen solid.

He saw a driver in a pickup with his face stuck in a look of terror directed at the ground. He saw a woman and her dog frozen in place where they must have tried to run.

The more he looked the more he realized it wasn't just his family. Tucker. Sam. Valerie. Everyone.

He transformed and flew around, darting from city to city in a wild state. It didn't matter where he went, everything was frozen. Everyone was dead. Part of him wanted to believe this was a dream. A sick nightmare of some sort. But he wasn't dreaming.

He had destroyed his entire world in less than five hours and didn't even remember doing it. Why didn't Clockwork stop him?! He froze (heh) in the sky, "Thats it! Clockwork!" He flew home from France as fast as he could and zoomed into the portal.

Clockwork wasn't much help though. Since Dan had forced that time medalian into Danny his core had slowly been absorbing it. So not only could Clockwork no longer rewind or undo anything Danny had done, he couldn't even see into his future anymore.

Dannys problems kept growing however as frost began to spread around him and turn into thick chunks of ice. Clockwork was force to attack Danny to make him flee in order to protect the timeliness he was too close to. Feeling hurt, guilty and betrayed Danny flew around the zone, gradually becoming less and less able to control his ice power until everything around him was white. The zone was in chaos as his ice spread everywhere with no sign of stopping.

Not knowing what to do, he floated backwards, watching in horror as his power consumed more people and unknowingly went through a portal. By the time he noticed it was too late and the ice was spreading in this world too and a massive snowstorm began building above him.

Danny wandered alone as Phantom for days, stealing what food and water he could from houses of ice. Silence, wind and snow became his only companions for weeks as he slowly explored the remains of this new world. Oh ancients. Had he destroyed two worlds?! He decided it should be only fitting he should be forced to wander this world for eternity as punishment.

Unbeknownst to him, the magic users of the DC world had banded together to create a force field that stopped his ice and storm from spreading any farther, but the death toll was already immeasurable. Batman stood at the edge of it in his white batsuit, wondering what kind of monster would do this.

----

Eventually the Justice League Dark infiltrated the icy landscape to find the source. The storm caused a total white out, the magic users found thier spells and whatnot failing more and more often and after a while they were separated from one another.

Batman was the one to find the source pinging on his radar and hurried towards it with a batarang at the ready. His plans changed pretty quickly when he saw the source was a sobbing child curled in the fetal position while leaning against a frozen tree. After startling the kid, Batman introduced himself. The kid didn't seem to recognize his name, but asked if he was real or not. Turns out the kid had been alone in the silence and whiteness long enough to begin hallucinating. Crap.

It took a while, but eventually Batman convinced "Phantom" that his suit would prevent him from being frozen by the kids powers and to let him pick him up and carry him around as they looked for a way out of the icelands. Phantom agreed to put on a power inhibiting collar and while it prevented him from freezing everything he touched and stopped the spreading of the ice, the storm above still raged.

Exiting the force field he met with his lost team and explained basically nothing about the boy that wasn't absolutely necessary. Danny knew it was to protect him, but...

The truth always comes out eventually. Still. It was probably best to keep quiet for now.

[faeriekit]

#i'm very pro danny accidentally adopts a whole bunch of talons previous installments

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The next day, the body was back.

The green was gone from its eyes, but the awareness wasn't; it spent about an hour watching people go around outside Danny's apartment, which was new behavior. None of the corpses that shadowed him had shown any interest in garden-variety humans before. Now it sat at the window and watched families come home from school or head to their afternoon shifts.

That went into Danny's notes.

After that hour, it taught itself to flush the toilet repeatedly, rearranged the contents of Danny's half-assed linen closet (again) and then stood hovering over the safe where Danny had stashed the ectoplasm.

"...Okay," said Danny.

The dead body croaked. It was a new sound, but there was no context for it. Danny just kind of...wrote it down and hoped for the best.

The day after, Danny woke up at a very reasonable ten forty eight in the morning to find stray corpses feeding each other spoonfuls of ectoplasm in the kitchen.

At that point he kind of had to throw out the notes on how much each one was dosed with, because what the fuck.

"Really?!" Danny shouted, spooking the bodies into fleeing behind chairs and doors and back into his closet again. The only one that didn't flee was Danny's ringmaster corpse of the hour, of course. "You really couldn't wait??"

It stuck out a withered black tongue out at the mortician, who was, really, the victim in all of this. A victim to his parents' whims and a victim to the dead people who followed him around all the time.

This was how Danny found out that, when it doubt, the corpses could just tear through solid steel if they were motivated enough. The finger-marks were so deep and so embedded that they actually looked more like rough claws in the metal.

Great.

Danny ordered a new locking cage for the fridge on Prime and darted off to work. One of his regulars was on the table, though, so Danny just ended up doing what he would have at home— sewing up a gash in its neck and reattaching dead fingers back onto dead stumps.

On the third day, in which four of Danny's frequent fliers had learned from the first how to flush the toilet (and therefore raise the water bill immensely) Danny got a ring from a dark voice he (almost) recognized.

"Is he here?"

Danny squinted, jerking the phone further under his ear as he whipped up some scrambled eggs. The dead girl leaning over his shoulder leaned a little closer to watch the egg froth up. "Is who here? Who is this?"

"This is Batman. Is— the body requisitioned from your facility currently at your place of residence?"

Danny fully let go of the whisk. It landed haphazardly in the glass bowl he'd been stirring in. "What on Earth is a Batman?" he asked, incredulous.

"I visited your workplace previously."

Oh! "Yeah, the cop's friend. I remember now." Danny pulled the whisk out of the liquid eggs and held it out to the body. The unusually animate cadaver mostly prodded the whisk wires and paid no attention to him. "No one's here but me, though. Not that it's your business...?"

"And there are no non-living bodies currently in your apartment?"

Danny ignored the flushing noise in the other room. "I don't know, dude. They practically live in the walls at this point. Don't come over unless you have a warrant."

The call ended with a click.

His omelette turned out amazing, by the way. In case you were wondering.

On the fourth day, the ectoplasm was gone, because the corpses had apparently all taught each other how to lockpick the container in the fridge.

"Okay, some of that was meant to be my dinner. No more lotion at the funeral home now, okay? Now you all can be ashy forever. I'm so serious," Danny complained to the only visible dead person in the room.

The dead person held up a cracked egg. It was probably a gesture of peace, but now there was egg on his vinyl flooring to deal with. And. It wasn't exactly all that comforting in the end.

On the fifth day, Danny awoke to the sensation of a hand jamming itself through his neck until it punched into the mattress beneath him.

Fuck.

[foster-the-moths]

"Isolation can put a gun in your hand."

New speedpaint!

[dark-side-blog3]

You ever think about how the effects on the body that Purple Haze's virus has can lead to over a ton of body horror imagery in a Pannacotta Fugo route?

I do indeed.

++++++++++++++

While Fugo is very fearful of his stand, and he tries his best to keep it repressed, he does have moments even he can't get out of without its help. He tries to avoid those moments as much as possible, as the rabid apparition could kill its owner easily; Fugo is not immune to the virus he creates with his stand. Should his manifestation turn towards him in ire, Fugo needs to act fast to repress the spirit again, before buboes of phlegm swell his throat, cutting off air while splatters of blood and plasma erupt from a rash of blisters on his skin, the torn flesh melting and merging with itself as it gets covered in new blisters, each layer covering itself in torn shreds of skin from the previous layer that only emerged seconds before.

If Fugo is unlucky enough to be "saved" by a healer stand before he dies, after suppressing the stand, his skin will carry the scars, stretching and straining under the evergrowing disease under his skin. The disease never left, always mutating at an incredibly fast rate inside of himself.

In mere hours, his body is bloated, and cumbersome, unable to lift parts of himself off the ground and instead dragging them behind, tearing gently at the skin that gets raked over the concrete, oozing viscous strings of colgulated blood and dotted with white, shaving-foam consistency pus. His face is obscured under bulging, beating bulbs of flesh, with thin blue veins visibly trailing clots of blood through his body like threading a bead on a string slowly, and with great difficulty as his cancerous arteries lead back into each other, enough times that some of his- at one time- extremities turn a sickly necrotic purple and black.

You'd barely recognize the shambling mound of flesh as Fugo if it weren't for the fact you'd seen him get attacked by his stand after trying to deter it from you.

And if it weren't for the fact you'd seen birds and dogs die from the same disease as he got close to them, you'd be tempted to offer comfort to the former man. Despite lasting this long with the disease unable to kill him, it seems he's still a carrier for the original death Purple Haze entails.

You'd been running from him for hours now-- though he's not particularly fast, his persistence despite what must be agony is what keeps you moving. Resting in any place for too long will only let him close the distance. The blisters and swelling have no doubt gotten to his brain, killing whatever could have been left in him, causing him to act irrationally and chase you in the open, undeterred by pain, threats, bribes, empty promises, or gunfire. He's not Fugo anymore, unable to call upon his Stand, or even understand his old name (and you've tried to use it to escape before, attempting bargaining with the creature). He's just... A monster. Determined to follow you wherever you go, until it can absorb you with bubbling stomach acid, or infect and fuse with your melted, blistering, corpse.