#tw: necromancy

[cherry-blossom-qf]

Here's my new Magolor AU!

Necromancy Magolor! 💛🩸

He has every disease! ^w^

Feel free to bully the ever loving shit out of this one!!

All AU info is in the pic!

[sephirthoughts]

happy 🎆explosives🎆day from the us & writer asks: 16 please!

aw man i'm getting spoiled! thank you for the ask!

16. an excerpt of my writing from a recent piece i want to brag about

Ok this is from my real non-fandom writing so everyone be nice. I happen to love my necromancer and all his idiot children so I am going to inflict him on everyone. For context: this story is set in a fantasy world based on ancient China, Zhushan are coral bead demons worn on a necklace or bracelet that can take the form of young women and do their master's bidding, a puppet is a corpse under the control of a necromancer

Several days later, a young man, with boyish good looks and canine teeth that poked out when he flashed his charming smile, was reclining on a pile of cushions, at a local brothel, sipping idly from a jug of wine. His companion, another young man, with a pale, aristocratic face and gorgeous, black clothing, stood in the center of the room, amidst of a heap of mangled bodies, blood still dripping from his white fingertips. In the far corner of the room, the brothel girls were huddled, whimpering and weeping, even though the mischievous-looking young man had repeatedly assured them he wouldn’t hurt any of them, and just wanted to let his friend blow off a little steam.  Though, in all fairness, a little steam may have been something of an understatement. Despite the boy’s youth when he died, the black qi from his lingering resentment was abundant and potent. Xuan Hua’s powerful restrictions kept his toy under control, but when he let it off the leash, it would tear apart any man who blundered into its eyeline, until commanded to stop. It wouldn’t attack women, but that wasn’t a sign of consciousness, or anything. Puppets just had quirks like that—behavioral patterns that were so deeply ingrained, that the flesh itself still adhered to them after death. Xuan Hua had refined hundreds of them and seen all kinds of things, so he wasn’t troubled by it. The puppet would fight with the Zhushan, if ordered to do so, but they weren’t women, they were idiot beads. “Knock it off, shimei. Don’t touch my things with your dirty claws,” Xuan Hua scolded one of them, who was hanging on the puppet’s arm, making eyes at it, to no effect whatsoever. “You’ve got the wrong twin, anyway. The one who fed you was slaughtered and burned to ashes, with the rest of them.”  The Zhushan reluctantly let go of the puppet and turned back into a bead to sulk, rolling petulantly back and forth on the table, in front of Xuan Hua. He reached down gave it a good flick with his forefinger, which sent it pinging off the opposite wall, to bounce haphazardly across the floor, till it rolled under the table and didn’t roll out again. Probably pouting about being flicked.

[comment-exchange]

283. When You're Out of Sight, In My Mind (The Untamed)

Title: When You're Out of Sight, In My Mind Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43530447 Platform: A03 Creator: DroppedAllTheseOreos Work Type: Microfic Fandom: The Untamed Rating: Gen Pairing: Xue Yang/Xiao Xingchen Word count: 436 Warnings: Necromancy, slight angst Number of comments: 3 Completion Status: Complete Short summary/description: Xue Yang does what he can to take care of Xiao Xingchen's body as he waits for him to come back. Fandom/ship specific tags you want me to add: XueXiao, MDZS

[lenorethequietbookkeeper]

TW: Blood, gore, stitches, mutilation, corpse, necromancy, organ stuff, skeleton, body horror, bugs

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Jeagar has some odd traditions for Halloween...

Also something something, funny Undertale joke.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My parents were discussing necromancy through PowerPoint.

[whereserpentswalk]

You're so lucky to have been brought back from the dead. Most necromancers would have given up on you entirely, most people are put in the grave with a lot more material left on them than you are. None of your body was still usable, but your soul was miraculously hanging on after your injuries. They were able to keep your ethereal self bound to this world, and make you a new body to possess.

Your new body is made of leather, and cloth, and rubber, and plastic and steel. It looks almost like a puppet of sorts. It's most human shaped, and with your soul inside of it it moves just like a human would. But all it has for a face is a gas mask, and hood to make it look a bit less bald. Where your eyes should be, those little glass fixtures, glow a deep red, perhaps as a reminder of something.

Everyone in your family is trying to be very casual. They don't expect any of it to phase you. Mabye they want to be seen as accepting but you don't know what they mean by that. They expect you to still go to all your college classes, expect you to still try and find work, to do all the things you're still technically able to do. They don't want you to spend time recovering, apparently it makes your family sad to see you "feeling sorry for yourself". And your father will always be the first to remind you that he's the one who payed to have you revived, he's the one who found one of the only necromancers in the city good enough to bring you back. It's like you owe them the child they once had. They didn't bring you back to watch you mourn. And your school and work understands less, you don't feel tired or in pain anymore, you have less on an excuse then ever.

You remember your death so well. It still feels so real, and so scary, it's supposed to have been nothing, supposed to have not mattered, but you can still feel it. And everything is so diffrent in this new body, your entire body feels diffrent, just the sensation of feeling metal bones, and the feeling of having cloth where you once had skin, of feeling hard plastic where your used to your face being. You miss sleep, miss food, miss sex, you even miss pain. It hurts to see people doing all these things that you can't, they took your bed out of your room, they said you needed more space now, and you can't sleep anyway. It was so casual. You should be appreciating this, you're alive after all? Everyone expects you to be so happy all the time, to constantly be in a good mood, to constantly be ok, and you're not, all they ever play in your living room is pop music, and that's not what you want to hear right now, it's not what you listen to alone. You can't smile more, you don't have a mouth.

There's a freind you made in a faerie studies course at college, who let you talk about this with him, he only knew you for a few weeks before you got your new body. It's weird, you're able to talk to even distant freinds about feeling sad or scared more than you can your family. He hugged you, it doesn't feel the same as it did in your old body but it meant something. You told you he's happy your alive, that it doesn't matter what you do, that it's a miracle that you're alive. He told you he wants you to be alive and to be happy. So few people tell you that, nobody in your family ever did. You're expected so much to appreciate the life other people gave you, but so few people want to appreciate that you're alive.

[astraphel]

[stimming-puppet]

marcille donato 1/2/3/4/x/5/6/7/8

[neighbourhoodthree]

>you haven't seen paul for a little while

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Necromancy was real and you could do it by putting a metal statue of a frog into the taxidermied corpse of the dead person and then electrocuting the corpse.

[shysheeperz]

[zapphattack]

Retrieval (Desparation)

"For when you've lost what is important and cannot bear to part with it."

The concept of resurrecting one of the other main characters has always interested me despite the impossibility.

[general-kalani]

"Not my fault they leave skeletons lying around..."

[batfam-fanfics]

Vigilante Life Cycle by clarityhiding

6 part series - 26567 words

A canon divergence AU where Tim takes on a support role for Gotham's vigilantes. Not that they even notice or remember him, most of the time.

Or: As much as Gotham loves her heroes, it's exceedingly rare for them to hear the thing that nurtures them. To this end, the city employs agents.

(@themandylion)

[foundry-fabrications]

Happy Halloween everyone! It's that time of the year again and that means it's spooky project time! Those who have been with me for a while know that every year for Halloween I put out some big thematic project for my favorite holiday. For this year, I wanted to keep the rework train going and rework a previous year's project. And that project is my Corpseweaver class!

Before we get started I just want to take a second to shout-out @dm-clockwork-dragon and his Necroficer class, which helped inspire many aspects of my own take on the "Frankenstein-ing" monsters together concept.

I also want to mention that I still have a huge GDrive folder of 100+ creepy creatures and malign monsters pulled from across the internet to inspire your own amalgams!

In a way I got lucky this year. I started reworking my corpseweaver MONTHS ago so I already had a lot of it done. I was hoping to have the basics done in time for a campaign I was going to be in but time got away from me and I ended up playing something else so I've just been slowly working on it over time. Before October even began the entire base class and one of the subclasses were mechanically done, which left only two more subclasses to finish and I needed to rewrite all the fluff text which was honestly pretty cringeworthy in my opinion.

So what are all the changes? IT'S A LOT! I reworked how the class collects resources and the amalgam creation system completely from the ground up. The old systems were overly complicated and REALLY bookkeepy so I simplified them. Now you get Flesh, Bone, and Exotic from creatures and you use those in specified amounts to make amalgams and make alterations. The system for doing so has been greatly streamlined. Now you have a dedicated stat block that all amalgams are based on and that gets modified throughout the creation process.

Another major change is that the base class is no longer a spellcaster, so all those features have been moved to a subclass of their own, the Skaab Scribe. I didn't like how based in normal magic the old class was as I always wanted it to be more focused on mad science, alchemical formulas, and occult ritual.

And one of the last huge changes is that the Soma Smith has been removed from the class completely and will likely never return, though the name does live on as the Fleshwarper has been renamed. As much as I liked the idea of the old soma smith, I felt that it didn't fit the class upon further examination. Its whole deal was about creating new life basically from scratch and that's not what I want this class to be about. That's actually a theme that I kept seeing in the flavor text throughout the class as I've been working on it, creating new life, and it's a goal of mine to remove it wherever possible. The class does not create life, it reanimates the dead, and in my mind those are very different things.

So yeah, on that note those are the biggest changes but obviously everything got touched in some way. As with many of my reworks, this one is an overhaul on a grand scale, and one I'm honestly quite proud of.

As for the updated aesthetics, however, I have mixed feelings. Overall I think they fit the class much better than the default theme I was using before but there's a lot of visual jank that I'm not a fan of. I also would have liked to use better artwork but I had so little time to finish this as it is. I was also forced into using GM Binder for this project instead of Homebrewery because the theme I chose doesn't work with HB very well so that was less than ideal. For smaller projects it's not a big deal but for something this huge all the weird little issues I have with GMB start to compound and get frustrating. It's not a system I like but it has its uses sometimes.

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[lore-gore]

Got chased away from the graveyard after I was caught digging up bodies to reanimate. God forbid a woman do anything. 🙄