I Think It Could Be Interpreted As Vast Or Lonely As Well

I made a worm plushie in honor of Worm Wife Jane Prentiss (I know her worms are silver but i didn’t have silver fabric so I went for like ur standard flesh-eating worm)

I’m gonna try to update the design closer to canon constructive criticism would be appreciated :)

this guy from the tubi ad all over tumblr right now is an avatar of the flesh!

idk how to finish this but i couldn't stop thinking about it

Great news I’m making my sister listen to the Magnus archives (she agreed to the murder board too 🥰)

What I’ve learnt from my last post in like 2 hrs

1) fear the eye ball man

2) John gets possessed by a theatre kid every statement

Everyone hype up my sister’s writing she’s an avatar of the corruption or something the way she was feeling that Crawling Rot

I think I’ll crawl off into the forest and give my body to the earth and the bugs. My flesh is battered, stained, and stretched almost to the point of rupture. I’d much rather leave this withered skin lying languid on the earthen floor, to be lovingly lifted from pearl pieces of bone by kind maggots. Dozens, hundreds, thousands of little insectoid legs will so attentively massage tense, gleaming muscle, and detangle gnarled bundles of nerves until it all melts into the mud. My thoughtless brain will pour from open eye sockets as tears of joy, my blood will pool beneath me unhurried as sweet golden honey. My organs, nothing more than shining baubles, will adorn the dull ground at my feet. Porous bones, free from awful, smothering tissues, will finally, gratefully, breathe the fresh air and sip the morning dew. The refreshment will be a welcome relief, after choking down my festering, bodily slime for so long. Joints will slip from their rusted hinges at long last. Please, do not weep for me, I promise that I will not go to waste. Eagerly, I will provide an elysian shelter for the foxes who sleep nestled in my hollow rib cage, feasting on discarded limbs. They’ll wail with the breeze as it whistles between the gaps in my teeth, and curiously sniff at the wildflowers as they begin to gingerly poke their way through the cracks in my smile. Then, the sun will sink, burying itself below the soil where I rest in my bliss, and the night sky will drape a sidereal blanket over me, keeping me perfectly warm even in the absence of skin.

i need to start rabies posting again. you people are too complacent. does no one fear the foaming madness anymore?? you're all so dehydrated you wouldn't even notice the hydrophobia. you haven't seen a glass of water in a month you're all living off dr. pepper and cigarette

Dylan Anderson I see your monster pig and I raise you three pigs that KNOW you are holding a large quantity of ice cream

All three pretended to be asleep and then cornered me as soon as I got past their fence

Truly diabolical creatures

If I was an avatar of the Flesh I would simply use my horrifying, body warping abilities to speedrun my transition. RIP to Jared Hopworth but I’m different.

"what even happens in the magnus archives" Everything Happens In The Magnus Archives. it's all in there. you name something that is in any way scary or unpleasant and it's in there somewhere. if you have a niche phobia or recurring nightmare of any kind, no matter how obscure you may believe it to be, then one day you are going to queue up an episode and listen to the intro music play and then they'll read out the title "episode 42069, catching you in 4k" and recite your own personal worst fear Directly into your ear canals, in exactly the words you would use to describe it. the sixth episode is about exploding worm sex that kills you. and then there are 194 more episodes after that.