“ They are not─ They want those major population centers WIPED OUT! ”
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The one that does the medical ohyeah
It/its - Neurodivergent - Plural (not a system, not DID, not an endo) and zombiekin
HI! You can either call me Doctor, Lurch, Fester, Contaminator, or Dr. (ANY word beginning with some, get as creative as you wish!) I go by a lot of names ok
I am 13 btw idgaf about adults interacting but don't try to be friends with me it's weird yo
ive got a buncha interests but my main ones atm are Metalocalypse, Outlast, good omens (i 🫀the horsemen), postal, the truman show, and men in black. I love my OCs more than myself
I tend to post about my OCs a lot! I lvoe them theyre my main interest i dont shut up about them
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My special interest is the medical, so an overall CW for medical themes on my profile!
I do struggle talking and may be a little awkward...
Hi not sure if this counts as recolor… I’m absolutely obsessed with the coding dividers you made, could you recolor them to fit a light themed blog? 🫶 (if not that’s okay!!! i’m new here & so far love all your dividers)
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Hello @loverwrites 🫶🏻
Ofcourse ! Thank you for requesting.
Now this version will suit both themes 💚
IMPORTANT : If you use these dividers please tag @uzmacchiato for credit in the post you use it.
hey I have no idea if you still write mtl stuff so please feel free to ignore this if you don't!! Also might be astrange request, could I ask 4 skwisgaar x zombie reader?
I want to specify that it's like, a coherent zombie, NOT in a necrophilia way. More like a person reanimated from the dead. I do get it if this is uncomfortable or anything do feel free 2 ignore this 😓😓😓
SKWISGAAR SKWIGELF X ZOMBIE!READER
a/n: this is such a cool concept i love it!! def not uncomfy for me to write about i love stuff like this and would love to write more like it because it spices up things from a normal reader!
Skwisgaar meets you in the most unexpected way possible. you literally crawl out of a grave near one of Dethklok's remote recording studios. He's out there smoking, trying to clear his head after a frustrating session, and suddenly this hand bursts up through the dirt. He doesn't scream (he's way too cool for that), but he does drop his cig and just…stares.
His first thought is "Is this some kind of pranks?" Because honestly, Murderface would absolutely try something like this. But then you fully emerge, covered in dirt and grave dust, looking confused and disoriented, and he realizes this is very, very real.
You're not mindless or aggressive. You're just…there. A person who died and came back. Your memory is spotty, your speech is slow and halting, but you're undeniably you, whoever that was before. Skwisgaar is completely fascinated. He's seen a lot of weird stuff with Dethklok, but this is new.
He doesn't run away. He doesn't call for help. He just crouches down to your level, tilts his head, and goes "So…are you going to eats my brains, or…?"
You stare at him with your cloudy, dead eyes and slowly say "No…that's…a stereotype." And Skwisgaar laughs. Actually laughs. He's charmed. He's absolutely, inexplicably charmed.
He brings you back to the studio and just… doesn't explain. He walks in with this dirt-covered zombie following him and acts like it's completely normal. The rest of Dethklok loses their collective minds. Nathan just stares. Pickles starts screaming. Murderface actually faints. Toki hides behind a chair. Charles pinches the bridge of his nose before sighing and says "uh, Skwisgaar, what is that."
Skwisgaar shrugs. "Dey're my new friend. Dey came out of the grounds." He says it like that explains everything.
You become a permanent fixture in his life. He's weirdly protective of you, not because he thinks you're helpless, but because he knows the world won't understand. People are terrified of zombies. They don't stop to ask if you're still a person. But Skwisgaar doesn't care what people think. He's decided you're worth knowing, and that's that.
He's endlessly curious about your experience. "What does it feels like? Being dead? Is it cold? Do you dream? Do you remembers anything?" He asks these questions at random moments, completely unfiltered, and your slow, measured answers fascinate him. You remember fragments. sunlight, a laugh, a song. Nothing concrete. He listens like it's the most important thing in the world.
He's not grossed out by the zombie aspects of you. The pallid skin, the slow movements, the occasional…structural issues. He's actually really gentle about it. If a limb falls off or something, he just calmly helps you reattach it and says "Happens to everyones, I thinks. My arm falls off sometimes too. From playing guitars." It's not the same thing at all, but you appreciate the effort.
He gets really into taking care of you. You don't need to eat, but he'll still bring you things like pretty rocks, interesting leaves, random trinkets he finds. "I thought of you when I saw dis," he says, and it's so sincere that your dead heart aches.
The temperature thing is interesting. You're always cold, and Skwisgaar is always warm from the constant movement of being a musician. He'll drape himself over you in a lazy hug and go "You're like a cools pillow." He falls asleep on you constantly. You don't need sleep, so you just lie there, staring at the ceiling, listening to him breathe.
He eventually learns your speech patterns. You talk slow and sometimes forget words, and he just waits patiently. He never finishes your sentences for you, he knows you need to find the words yourself. Sometimes he'll tilt his head and say "Take your times. I'm not going anywheres."
Skwisgaar has a very unusual definition of physical affection. He'll hug you, sure, but he's also completely unbothered by the less conventional things. Your hand falls off? He picks it up and holds it while you're walking. He gets into the habit of giving you little repairs. Stitching up torn skin, helping with joints that aren't working right. "Hold still," he says, concentrated, a needle between his teeth.
He starts talking to you like you're completely normal, which is exactly what you need. He complains about Nathan's growling, about Pickles' drumming being "off," about Murderface being Murderface. He asks your opinion on things like you're any other person. "What do you thinks about dis riff?" he'll ask, playing something intricate and fast. You blink slowly and say "It's…fast." "Dat's the point."
He doesn't care about your appearance. Other people stare, whisper, back away. Skwisgaar holds your hand in public like it's nothing. If someone comments, he just says "Dey're my partner. Minds your own business." And that's that. He's so casual about it that people don't know how to react.
The rest of Dethklok warms up to you eventually. Toki is the first, he's nervous at first, but you're so gentle and non-threatening that he gets over it. He likes showing you things, telling you stories, watching your slow smile spread across your face. Nathan respects that you're not dangerous, just different. Pickles thinks you're "fucking weird dude but kind of cool." Murderface is the last to warm up, but even he comes around when you save him from a falling piece of equipment (dead reflexes are surprisingly fast).
Skwisgaar is absolutely certain that you're still you, even if your body is different. "Your soul," he says one night, tracing your cold cheek with his thumb. "It's still in dere. I can see it. In your eyes." You stare at him with those cloudy, dead eyes, and you feel something warm in your chest that you thought was gone forever.
He loves you. Really loves you. And he's not afraid to say it. "I don't cares what you are," he tells you bluntly. "Zombie, human, whatever. You're you. And I loves you. So." He shrugs, like it's simple. Like it's the easiest thing in the world.
You don't cry anymore, dead tear ducts and all, but if you could, you would. Instead, you slowly raise your hand and place it over his heart, feeling it beat. "I love…you too," you say. And he beams.
Skwisgaar decides that your relationship is "the most metal thing" he's ever been part of. A rockstar and a reanimated corpse? "Dat's way more interestings than a normal relation. We're an experiences." He says this proudly. He's not wrong.
Your life (afterlife?) with him is quiet but full. You watch him play. You listen to his rambling stories about his childhood, his mother, his journey to Dethklok. You become his anchor when he's overwhelmed, your cold presence grounding him in ways he can't explain. "You're like a weights," he says. "Keeps me from floatings away."
He sometimes gets sad thinking about what happened to you before. "Do you remember how yous died?" he asks carefully one night. You blink, thinking. Finally, you shake your head slowly. "No…doesn't matter… anymore." He nods, accepting it. "Good," he says. "You're here now. Dat's what matters."
He's not afraid of death anymore. Not since meeting you. You died and you came back, and you're still you. He jokes about it now, "Maybe if I die, you can digs me up and I'll come back too. Den we can be zombies togethers." You tell him that's not how it works. He says "We can makes it work. We're specials."
You teach him patience. Everything takes a little longer with you. walking, talking, thinking. And he learns to slow down. To appreciate the in-between moments. To stop rushing all the time. "You're good for me," he says, kissing your cold forehead. "You make me…quiet. Inside." You don't have a heartbeat anymore, but you feel it anyway.
The intimacy between you is gentle and careful. He's mindful of your body, of what it can and can't do. He asks permission for everything, even just holding your hand. "Is dis okay?" he checks. You nod slowly. He treats you like you're precious, not fragile. There's a difference.
He loves your smile, even if it's slow and a little stiff. When you smile at him, he lights up like you've given him a gift. "Der it is," he says. "Dere's your smile. I love when you do dat." It's the simplest thing, and it makes your dead heart sing.
At the end of the day, Skwisgaar doesn't see a zombie. He sees you. Just you. His partner. The person who crawled out of a grave and into his life and changed everything. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
i feel like a greedy loser for checking artfight every 5 minutes but its probably because im autistic and my ocs are more important to me than anyone in my life and im also incredibly lonely
Saw someone ask if the Pusher would be a good trip sitter and No !!! No He Would Not !!!!! He laces your shit, lies about what it's going to do to you, and then puts on Skinamarink or something
Just launched a side blog for my ocs ok?ok cool go check it out
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my toyhouse is also public again, im just working on profiles and warnings quickly but it should be up soon
very nervously tagging the four people on this app that know i exist (2 of them dont even use tumblr anymore)
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