#undeath

[gerardwaygirlmoments]

#vampire #ghosts #mummies #zombies #revenants #liches #gods #angels #demons #fairieis #genies #undeath #immortality #fantasy #horror #polls

[white---raven-2]

Necromancer IT guy: Try killing and raising it again

#necromancer #zombie #undead #undeath

[probablybadrpgideas]

I've only ever seen setting (In Dark Alleys) correlate insomnia with undeath- an inability to rest translating to an inability to rest in peace- which is odd? It seems a surprisingly logical concept when you think about it, given how often death and sleep are symbolically/mystically connected? Just throwing it out there.

Anyway this is meant to be for bad ideas so Create Undead just involves pouring Monster Energy Drink into the corpse and hoping for the best.

#RPG #Roleplaying games #undeath #insomnia #In dark alleys is like 50% good idea and 50% the most offensive nonsense bullshit you've ever seen in your life #Often in the same paragraph

[whereserpentswalk]

Imagine being a sentient undead, but being a completely different being then the body was when it was alive. You just wake up one day as a creature with adult humanoid reasoning and emotions in a stranger's corpse.

Some people remember your body's past life. They expect you to have a similar personality, or even to be them returned, and then get really upset that you aren't them. Their parents said you were desecrating their child's body. But you aren't, you didn't decide this, someone just raised this body from the dead and now you exist. People say that they were brought back wrong but they weren't brought back at all, it's more like you were created from them.

You don't feel human. Even if you think like humans, you're in a form so different from how humans live. Your body is preserved by magic in the state it was when you were created, meaning it might stay forever, you were a fully functioning adult when you were born, and you probably will be forever. You don't sleep or eat so days really don't exist for you, and that also means you don't really need a home. The only somewhat humanoid function you have is sexuality, but even then, your body doesn't have that function even if your mind can be attracted to someone. It doesn't bother you that you never will have children, nor that you never were one, you were never created with that aspect of existence, if you weren't so grey and cold and twisted, you'd think of yourself like an angel, but you never could with how humans see you.

Humans see you as creepy sometimes. You'd probably have to worry about being shot at out in the country, but in the cities you're pretty safe. Still, the humans you meet always see you as creepy, and it's hard to get anyone who's not something like you to feel empathy to you, even if they'll never say why. People don't expect you to have emotions, don't expect you to get mad when you're wronged or upset when you're hurt, and they always assume your worst possible intentions. There's even a lot of monsters that try to make themselves look better by saying they aren't like your kind.

You feel like you're the same thing as more horrifying undead, the wights, and zombies, and ghouls, and undefinable things, that have a lot less ability to function in humanoid society. Even the lower functioning ones that are said to be mindless or animalistic or inherently evil or soulless. You don't see them as different from what you are even if they have different abilities then you. You never liked being called one of the "good" undead, like you're only tolerated by proving you're not like the others. Even some of the vampires try to claim their rights by saying they aren't like you, as if the monster hunters don't all see you as the same. As if the paladin's sigil doesn't burn them too.

A lot of people feel sorry for you. Like it's a curse to be what you are. But it's all you've ever known. This body is your body. You don't miss being human because you never were one.

#196 #my thougts #worldbuilding #writing #my writing #my worldbuilding #fantasy #urban fantasy #undead #vampire #vampires #monsters #gothic horror #vampirism #undeath #necromancy #short fiction #short story #flash fiction #original fiction #sympathetic monster #actually autistic #actually mentally ill #neurodivergent

[mannimarcoiscool]

Worms

#tes #elder scrolls #the elder scrolls #mannimarco #mannimarco king of worms #mannimarco daggerfall #tes daggerfall #elder scrolls daggerfall #the elder scrolls daggerfall #daggerfall #lich #liches #necromancer #necromancers #necromancy #undead #undeath

[formulas-fatal-to-your-mom]

#frozen soul #death metal #encased in ice #crypt of ice #glacial domination #bolt thrower #undeath #sanguisugabogg #gatecreeper #tomb mold #undergang #grave #edit

[japo-orbo]

I've always loved those 4th ed wights. Now in "flower power" edition!

#games workshop #gamesworkshop #warhammer #gw #miniatures #games #citadel miniatures #army #skeletons undead #undeath #undead #whighs

[brewerssupplies]

So in my current campaign my players are currently preparing a city for an onslaught of undead rallied by a lich lord and I’ve been brewing up some more deadly and challenging zombies for them to go against and here’s the result so far! Took some nods from the Sliver stat block I made a while back for this one. Hope you enjoy!

[PDF]

#also been recording our sessions and am editing them down for upload right now #so look forward to that #dnd #d&d #dungeons & dragons #Dungeons and Dragons #5e #homebrew #undead #zombie #Lich #gore #blood #death #decay #monster #monster stats #monster stat block #homebrew monster #undeath

[mallornart]

Modern Hel for my urban fantasy series.

#Hel #Hellokidottir #fanart #hel #children of loki #red hair #mitology #nordic mythology #modern #urban fantasy #goddess of the death #lady death #helheim #procreate #loki #schrodiner's cat #undeath #goddess

[the-lich-lord]

Let us address something that has been asked to me lately.

Yes, all great necromancers become undead, but we are under no obligation to do so. In fact your master will probably discourage that transformation.

It is more of a rite of passage, when you walk the path of un death, there comes a point where the best, indeed maybe the only avenue of learning more will be becoming undead yourself. And not every necromancer is willing to take the plunge.

#wizardposting #wizardblr #wizards #lich #necromancy #Undeath

[fox-graves]

Grief/Horror

Fortune, fortune, smiling fate I haven't seen you much of late Need you now, cannot wait But when I look, you're not around

Sinners - Barns Courtney

Session 0 of Asim's story started off with his death/Undeath. His body didn't even hit the ground before he was reawakened to finish his paladin duties.

#dnd art #dungeons and dragons #dnd #dark elf #drow #half orc #ttrpg art #drow art #drow paladin #paladin art #dnd paladin #undeath #body horror #gore #fantasy art #dnd character art #dnd character #characer design

[hermitcraftheadcanons]

Can we make Mod Shade ramble even more about undeath thoughts?? Please

...The answer is of course yes. Here are some mostly-Hermitcraft-related undeath thoughts and headcanons! (Unconnected to the post this ask was prompted by, but I hope you like them anyway!)

Every time a player dies, there is a small percentage chance that they'll come back as a zombie. Usually these players lose their conscious mind in the process, but Cleo learned about the risk and decided to prepare for it by sealing her soul in a phylactery for safekeeping. Most would have thought she was paranoid for doing such complex dark magic over such a small risk, but well, it paid off, didn't it!

Xisuma is a time loop ghost. He died in a paradox incident at the end of the first season of Hermitcraft, and since then he's been bound to the world, reset in spirit form to the moment just after his death to live the next year or two all over again. He changes skins and base ideas so often because he's purposely trying to split the timeline even more. Fixing all the paradoxes would unbind him from the world and force his spirit to move on, but he doesn't want to leave the Hermits! He has so many cool projects to build still! And who else is going to keep track of all that obscure Hermit history from throughout the years?

Bdubs is a phantom, but he isn't undead. He got bitten by an infectious phantom years ago when he pushed himself way too long without sleep to finish a build, but he stayed alive out of spite and now just has some cool skeletal wings that he can flare out to look more intimidating. (And taller! Don't forget the taller!)

Etho is no longer living, but he sure isn't dead either. He's been around for so long that the experimental version of Minecraft he comes from didn't even have death as a feature, so he simply calls the Grim Reaper a noob every few years when it shows up and keeps on doing his thing! :)

Did that get long? Maybe. Could I have kept on going? Absolutely. This was very fun, thank you for asking!

~ Mod Shade

#zombiecleo #Xisumavoid #bdoubleo100 #ethoslab #hermitcraft #mod shade #tw death #undeath #time loop

[tales-from-nocturnaliss]

Snippet: Hurt

As per the usual, a single vignette turned into a long story sprawling a few different PoVs...

... but this time, I got to visit one of my fave characters in the world without him merely glaring at me and refusing to let me near him because he's just that kind of asocial partypooper.

More seriously, writing Death incarnate is a rare treat for me, and I thoroughly enjoyed exploring him and his encyclopedic mind just a little more :3

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There had always been something about the swamplands of Korinda that made Zool's makeshift skin crawl. A sensation. A vibration. Something, nameless and insubstantial, yet perceived all the same.

Long before the rise of the Necrolore, he had already known. Yet he had done nothing. Seen nothing. Not until one day he'd come to sever souls and found them steeped so deep in this perversion of death that he had struggled to sever them free.

Times had not changed, albeit the Necrolore had. Where once it had been but a whistling silence, now, in this area of the world, it possessed a will of its own.

#Tales from Aeyuu #Noct shares writings #original writing #dark fantasy #Death #undeath #Zool #snippet

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

Another prompt bc I am greedy: Neteyam dies. Kiri fixes it.

Please stay greedy!

(tw body horror, corpse desecration, death, vomiting)

ao3

"Here, bro." Spider passes him a piece of fruit. "You should eat."

Neteyam turns the fruit over carefully in his hands, doing his best not to drop it. It's...strange, operating with five fingers on each hand instead of four, especially with the faint shimmer of webbing where his fingers join.

He slits a nail (longer than he remembers) along the side of the fruit, exposing smooth, round flesh. Like a swollen belly, swollen body. Death-bloated, trembling, rotting, pressing down on him as someone saws away with the knife and hands reaching into stinking guts to pull him out, his sister's blazing form searing the dark away as her fingers dance like a puppeteer's--

There's a soft crunching sound as he bites, chews. He can't really taste it, but maybe it's supposed to be the way. Spider keeps watching him as Neteyam swallows, eyes squeezed shut against the burn in his throat.

There's yelling somewhere, a cacophony of voices dancing on the wind. He can catch fragments: abomination, spirit-sister, son, monster, dead, Tsahìk.

"I saved your stupid son's worthless life," Kiri snarls, voice rising, buzzing through Neteyam's head. "A son for a son, you owe us--"

Rustling, as Spider finishes pulling the curtain over the entranceway. "It's okay, dude," he says, settling back down by Neteyam's side. "They'll figure it all out, they always do."

He puts a hand on Neteyam's shoulder--his hand is cool from the sea, where he'd scrubbed them off on the way back. Lo'ak's off somewhere, still washing. "You're home and that's what matters."

"Yeah," Neteyam agrees, or wants to, but when he opens his mouth something hitches in his stomach and lurches, acid burning up his throat. Spider breathes a curse, hurriedly gathering up Neteyam's hair (longer, too, and tinted red) as he vomits across the marui floor.

"Easy," Spider whispers, rubbing his back. "That's it, man, you're good." Neteyam feels a bark cup being pressed to his lips, the faintest smell of forest still clinging onto the wood, water cool on his tongue.

He drinks mechanically, still staring at the pieces of chewed-up fruit. Damp, ruined pieces spewed across the ground, like intestine drifting through the water, torn wings, lank hair. Water heavy in his nose as the blood slides off his skin, dude, you gotta breathe.

(he breathed back then, for Lo'ak's benefit. He hasn't breathed since. He's not sure whether Spider's noticed or if he just doesn't want to talk about it).

"The tulkun..." Neteyam shakes his head. "They don't eat fruit." They eat living things, little schools wriggling into their big open mouths, all those tiny shiny bodies snuffed out in a single gulp.

He's not sure if he needs to rely on fish the way they do, though. But he doesn't think he's very fond of fruit anymore.

A rustle of wind as the curtain lifts again, just long enough for him to see further down the beach, where everybody else is still gathered. Just long enough for him to see Ronal raise her spear and Mom raise her bow (steel glinting, since when was it reinforced with metal?). Kiri's hair crackling, eyes bright, and Dad stepping into the middle, frantic, placating.

Then the curtain drops and it's quiet again, the yelling muffled (no smell of blood on the air, not yet, he'd know if there was). Neteyam blinks slowly, wonders if he's imagined it, imagined all it.

Maybe there's nothing out beyond the marui at all, nothing in the world except for Spider and the smell of vomit and the cool, dark space behind Neteyam's ribs where his heart used to beat.

"We'll find you something, Teyam," Spider promises, resting a gentle hand on Neteyam's shoulder. "We'll figure it out, like we always do. I promise."

Neteyam nods slowly, eyes still closed. I want to go home, he thinks, but the only thing that comes to mind with "home" is the torn, drifting body of a tulkun once called Roa.

#avatar #avatar series #avatar the way of water #resurrection #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #sully family #tw vomit #past character death #character undeath #undeath #roa #spider socorro #past death #body horror #horror #death #kiri te suli kìreysì'ite #little goddess #ronal #jake sully #neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite #tulkun #transformation #grief/mourning #corpses #avatar movies #avatar au #dark #horror writing #I wish you would write a fic where

[wizard-fight]

🖤 Battle Jacket Back Update 🖤

#battle jacket #battle vest #converge #city of caterpillar #saetia #morbid angel #undeath #entombed #testament #bathory #sanguisugabogg #gatecreeper #death metal #metalcore #metallic hardcore #metal #black metal #thrash metal #screamo #skramz #mathcore

[surrogate-gaia-art]

The Convents of the Cosmos convene once again, with its undead members discussing how to preserve the continued existence of the known world.

The group is divided between four distinct convents. The Lunar Convent seeks to revive destroyed ground under the healing aura of the moon. The Celestial Convent divine the stars and foretell the future. The Solar Convent works to calm restless spirits and perform funerary rites, while also acting as a diplomat between the living and the dead. Finally, the Void Convent consists of ghostly entities summoned from another reality. They act as conduits of the void; the space that inhabits the emptiness of the universe.

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Made 9th of October 2022

Part of my Fantasy setting - Warmonster

#my art #artists on tumblr #convent #sorcery #fantasy #illustration #dark fantasy #modern fantasy #my setting #warmonster #worldbuilding #digital art #undead #wight #cult #divination #undeath