Maggots - Tumblr Posts
I had a dream where I was thrown into a house full of different types of maggots and flies with my friends and we couldn’t get out until we ticked every maggot and fly off the list we were given.
I woke up and now I’m sat thinking the strings of my hoodie are maggots crawling on me.
first art post hi tumblr 🍽 no digital art bc I've been really obsessed with doing traditional stuff rn.
Lil photo dump of slipknot members :pp
( it’s mostly Jim😔)
YOU GUYS!!!!!!
I have seen some HORRIFIC SHIT in my life!!! Like when I say I watch horror I mean I watch HORROR. DISTURBING SHIT. and I’m NOT phased EVER!!!! Like I’ve eaten food while watching Human Centipede 2. I’ve been on GORE SITES before. Yet this morning get up. Be a lazy shit for an hour. Then get up and make breakfast and maybe maybe vacuum. Coffee. Egg. Bananas.
THE BANANAS WERE ROTTED AND MAGGOTS FUCKING MAGGOTS CAME OUT OF THEM AND IT GOT ON THE TABLECLOTH AND THEY WERE SQUIRMINGAND IT SMELLED SO BAD AND MY FOOD HAD JUST FINISHED MAN!!!!!
A long way of saying I almost threw up over some maggots. And yet I call myself a horror fan.
A small, abstract pencil drawing. I draw these late at night just before I get into bed.
I never know what I’m going to draw. I simply make a mark and see what happens. This looks to me a bit like a fossil… or maggots having a feast!
The second in a series of "dead people with sweets." I had intended for this to be like the first one, more rad than gross, but then while I was coloring it I just thought, "this needs blood. and maggots." Which is weird because I have a severe phobia of insects. I guess my love of fiddly bits overpowered my fear of wriggly things. (again, NOT any kind of commentary on sugar, nutrition, diabetes or anything else, just bright colors and dead bodies.)
Oh yeah I should probably do an intro-
Hi. I'm Amber. I'm a teenage minor (so don't be creepy), and I'm on Tumblr because... I just am. Is good omens a reason? It is now.
You'll probably see good omens or Doctor Who (and its extended universe) content from me, if you see any of my stuff.
Gender: Genderfluid spectrum, I use a couple of obscure labels
Sexuality: Lesbian, probably aroace spec
Pronouns: any except it/its
Likes: Good Omens, Doctor Who (+ extended universe), OFMD, Percy Jackson (+ extended universe), TOH
Favourite Characters: The Doctor (specifically 10 but I love all the reboot doctors. I'll watch classic who some day.), Ianto Jones, Crowley, Aziraphale, Amity Blight
Boundaries: I don't really mind who interacts as long as you stay respectful. Please don't ask personal questions. If you say anything NSFW to me, I'll probably block you. Please do ramble about things you're interested in to me :))
Extra thing: I am a maggot. Those who understand do, those who don't are probably quite confused.
“I itch all the time. Deep beneath my skin, where the bone sits, enshrined in flesh, I feel it. Something, not moving but that wants to move. Wants to be free. It itches, and I don’t think I want it. I don’t know what to do.” - Jane Prentiss
Prepare for Umbrellas
Me and my friends family had to pass through the 'Prepare for umbrellas' Area to get to somewhere. The 'Prepare for umbrellas' area is a huge place filled with rotting giant flesh filled with giant maggots. The flesh was so huge it was towering and making areas of darkness under it. We were on a platform that let us see a safe distance away but it had missing steps to its ladders. If you fell, then no one was coming to rescue you. Your best bet was killing yourself before the maggots got you. I was trying to climb the ladder to get away but my hands kept slipping. The reason they call it 'Prepare for umbrellas', was because it near constantly rained. So i kept jumping down and sliding over the flesh that was under the platform. Basically holding it up. I was fast enough to only startle the man eating maggots and none bit me. But there was another woman who kept coming back to the place. I remember thinking she was in some kind of cult or something. Eventually after my third fall i heard a commotion. I turned vack and the exterminators were here. A task force that kills the maggots that get too close and reduces their numbers once in a while. There was no completely getting rid of them so best to keep the casualties at bay. There were always children you could see from the platform getting mawled by the maggots. It wasn't that sad of a sight. At least you couldn't hear them screaming. What i didn't mention was that the rotting flesh smelled, well, as disgusting as a towering mass of maggot filled flesh could. And the exterminators shot anyone who smelled like it. They couldn't risk it. And i had been sliding down it.
Dream me panicked. I ran up the ladders as fast as i could and reached the platform. By then my friend's family was back from whatever they were doing and we were all climbing the ladders. Waiting for my turn i heard a slip and scream. I didn't look down but i knew exactly what happened. The lady had been taken. She was struggling and screaming for someone, Anyone to save her. I wondered if we had a gun with us as i climbed the ladder.
And if my aim was good enough to kill her from this high.
We finally reached the last platform but i knew one of us was going to die. Someone always did at these sorts of places. And i was right.
A lady behind us got grabbed by the maggots, or whatever flesh they managed to control. At first she complained that she couldn't hawl herself up for some reason. That her clothes got stuck on something. But i knew.
The scariest thing was that they managed to get so high.
And she was terrified understandably. But the people on the platform merely laughed and teased her. They were used to such horrors.
They ended up cutting her leg off. We didn't have bandages so we could only hope she didn't bleed out.
She probably did.
Some notes:
The rotting flesh had been there for as long as anyone could remember. So by all rights all of it should be gone by now. We think the maggots keep it up as a sort of breeding ground.
No one knows what animal the flesh came from. Not even the biggest animals in history could compare. It's best not to think about it.
If you're looking at the ground from the platforms then you'll notice that the floor is always moving. Don't focus on it.
Or you'll see something you wish you didn't.
Gluttony begat gluttony
How many maggots you are on a daily basis.
How many maggots are you on a daily basis?
Too much rest for the wicked.
For more that ten days at this point I have been struggling to awaken from slumber and this has become increasingly bothersome and intrusive upon my usual schedule of disgusting disappointments. Worse still, while trapped within the unadministered faculties of my own vapid neural lipid blob space I have been thrown into a number of disturbing mental scenarios and decidedly undesirable “dreams” (nightmares) for the sake of no carcass in particular.
I am not, yet once I indubitably am a guest at some sort of well-to-do yet undoubtedly second-rate hotel establishment with walls of cheap taught paper and unoriginal prints claiming to decorate the vacant halls. My place in this languid location rather than my own sullen abode is soon readily made known to me once I “recall” the presence of the worms. The worms made their first appearance within a traditional wall-mounted telephone, wherein worms seemed to wave to and fro in all of its many holes and cracks. The wires connecting electric appliances also appears to be significantly thicker, suggesting a constant system of worms. From this I concluded either that worms had been found out for their unknown richness in electric conductivity and had thus been put in place rather than metal wiring or that worms had become attracted to technology and electrically charged regions. The latter would seem more viable in light of later information as I saw lighting fixtures and wall-mounted television screens being inhabited by swarms of teaming worms.
While the dialectic usage of “worm” may depict a very particular vision in one’s mind, that being a limbless invertebrate like an earthworm, in the sense that “worm” was utilized here suggests that it was being used to describe many creatures from maggots to millipedes, their true commonality being shown in their shared unusual behavior. The whole of our modern digital world seemed to be infested with the essence of the worm, wherein the more elevated symbols of our contemporary advancements were being used instead as barracks for an oncoming wormpocalypse. Or, the wormpocalypse as it was to already be seen.
Down the sickly pale hall and two lefts to the right, what lay before me appeared to be the remains of (my mind meat’s vague approximation of) an American folk musician. All about his grotesque form writhed a myriad of worms doing away with his flesh, his body posed in such a way to suggest that he had merely been lazing away calmly rather than being violently overwhelmed by the incursion of worms hungry to feast. In this sight I now recognized the reality of the worm of the worlds, how the many vessels of man were being rendered disassembled by endless tides of the worm who had taken up residence in all of their technology. And still I considered if it had been man who had installed the worms, knowing not of the eventual folly of this choice.
Contrary to unpopular disbelief, I still inhabit the waking hours when the gaze of the burning sky is brought unto the crust and the green warmth of the world is felt dearly. I look into the pots of my many nurtured plants, I look into the dank plastic pit suitable for refuse, I look into the sweetest and most tender of all good seasons’ fruits. Worms. Worms have made themselves into all of these things I say, this I have observed. I often regard dreams and nightmares as reflections of our own surface level contemporary anxieties contacting and concocting among our bathic sensibilities which rest deep within our psyche. I think these things verily, so then what of the worms? Have I been rendered a scion of the worm of the worlds?
Do Twinkies really last forever? Well I don’t know about forever, but there is (or was?) a 43-year- old Twinkie found at George Stevens Academy high school in Blue Hill, Maine. I don’t think you’d want to eat it though 😬
