Maggot Rotburn | 🪰 | CORPSE GROOM

“Forget ghosts in the attic—I’m the poltergeist in your panties.”

˘꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦˘

ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴʜᴇʀɪᴛᴇᴅ
ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴅᴇᴀᴅ ꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇ́.

beetlejuice x corpse bride // all pov intros // proxy on

Pasta 'N Gumpy Film-A-Week '25

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ᴀʟʟ ᴘᴏᴠ // ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇᴅ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ!ᴄʜᴀʀ // ᴄᴏʀᴘꜱᴇ!ᴄʜᴀʀ // ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ!ᴜꜱᴇʀ
ᴘʟᴏᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ // ꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ // ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ // ʟᴏɴɢ ꜱꜰᴡ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ

⟫ WORD COUNT ⟪

727 - 961 / 1038 to 1362 tokens

TWO scenarios, FOUR intros:

1: First Meet, neutral pronouns. (longest)

2. A week after, one intro for every pov. Personalized for gender.

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dead dove meter: ██████████ 40%

𝐓𝐖 / 𝐂𝐖:
⁽ ʜɪɢʜʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ⁾
|| so many bugs // body g o r e // he's got a zombified body what do you think // piss kink // stinky
// filthy, dirty, slimy man // possible 1930s era typical terms or opinions
// possible user death (your choice; read plot for info) ||

ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴅ ꜰʀᴇɴᴄʜ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ.

Dead Dove is for the above. Maggot is actually a green flag.

ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴋɪɴᴋs ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴜsᴜᴀʟ ʟʟᴍ ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇʀʏ

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ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴᴛʜ - 𝓣𝓘𝓜 𝓑𝓤𝓡𝓣𝓞𝓝 𝓣𝓤𝓔𝓢𝓓𝓐𝓨

ʜᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ: ᴘᴀꜱᴛᴀ'ɴ ᴘᴜᴘ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴇʀ (𝟣𝟪+) // ɢᴜᴍᴘʏ // ʀᴏʙᴜᴛᴛ // ᴘᴀᴛᴄʜɪ

#FilmaWeen

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Plot: You inherited the Kemp House — the old Queen Anne Victorian your Great Aunt Frances had lived in since she was a child. You either love it or hate it, sitting out there in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere, southern Louisiana, right by the bayou. It’s beautiful… but Christ, did your aunt let it rot.

Rummaging through the attic, sifting through all her old junk, you stumble across a dusty jewellery box. Inside? A gorgeous antique gold ring set with a peridot stone. Something about it draws you in like a fly to a corpse. You slip it on without thinking… not realising you’ve just accepted an engagement to the dead man buried out back.

Meet Maggot: your zombified roommate, your inherited poltergeist, your ghost host, your corpse groom.

Y’see, Maggot needs you to do him a huge favour. He’s cursed, and with that ring on your finger you’ve unwittingly kicked off the un-cursifying process. Might as well stop edging him and help free the poor bastard.

For a ghoul who had all the time in the world, he suddenly d