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#tw: decay
crazypercheron · 6 months
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Might as well hide in a shop that will drown out your human scent from the damn zombies that heard the world famous, cymbal-playing elephant-
Participating in @dailygtwscar 's GTWScartober but with a twist. I'm trying to see how far I can go with the TCD theme
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sapphireregency · 6 months
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As Per Last Week’s Poll,
Three Monsters Have Been Corrupted by the Producer For Halloween
I will be taking interactions with the corrupted monsters for about a week.  Because this is a holiday specific event, keep in mind that these threads should be brief.
Owl has been Infected. Her symptom is the ability to rapidly decay organic material upon her touch. Send a 🔵 for a starter with Infected Owl.
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Tw: Eyestrain, bug anatomy, multiple limbs, multiple eyes, decay, melty flesh
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Hey y'all!! I've lately been binging through my minor character redesigns after abandoning em for so long kdbdkdnd. I decided to ditch the comparison/separate character post format I did before, mainly because I'm lazy lol.
Hope y'all enjoy the designs!! Sorry for the lack of art content lately, and I hope this makes up for it!
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The first thing he felt when he started to come out of it was needles in his flesh.  Terrible pain.  Cold.
His deep brown eyes flickering open, Cogsworth saw frosty grass obscure his vision.  He was outside.  He could barely feel his hands and face.  Everything that wasn’t numb was in pain.  Forcing himself to move, he felt the ice accreted on his body break and fall down.  Barely registering the panic-inducing sight of his hands that had turned a frostbitten purple, he tried to get the blood moving by flexing his fingers.
There was only one way to kill a vampire of his strain, and cold wasn’t it.  But it did cause agony as his body moved itself, breaking from its frozen cocoon.  The pain hazed his mind, numbing him to emotions.  However, he was still thinking.  Cogsworth was surprised that he laid out there in the winter elements for god knows how long, and only had a vague idea how he ended up out there.
Instinctively, he knew Forte was near.  In the water.  In the lake.  
Yes.  There.  There was Forte, in the water.  Face down in the water.
The shock simply forbade Cogsworth to feel the horror that came from the sight.  His vampire abilities forbid him from going into full shock however, and from shutting down.  Instead, he began to stiffly move to the water’s edge, where a lip of ice had formed on the shore while the water remained liquid.  But it was very cold.  Forte couldn’t stay there.
Blood began to flow through his fingers, slowly fading them from purple to red as he used them to grip his frozen husband and drag him out of the lake.  Warmth started to appear in his core from the movement.  Good.  The worst would soon pass, Cogsworth assured himself dully.
He had to check on Forte.  Flipping the taller man onto his back, Forte didn’t react.  In fact, he was near comically stiff.  Some water leaked from the side of his mouth.  His face had been laying under the surface so he was probably full of water.
Though he was immune to worry, Cogsworth still wanted to help Forte recover.  Grabbing him, he pulled his husband near, letting his chest lay over his legs and his head drop down.  Hopefully that would get all the water to drain out.  Curling himself, Cogsworth waited for Forte’s lungs to drain and his body to warm up.
Overcome by shock for a time, the pudgy vampire just stared into the misty gardens until he started to notice something different.  
Forte was moving and his middle was starting to get warmer.  Curious, Cogsworth rose again, now feeling less numb but more painful, and rolled Forte onto his back.  Still, Forte didn’t respond.  Watching, Cogsworth did see Forte's chest rising and falling shallowly.  Something was accomplished at least.
Curiously, Cogsworth finally noticed the bite marks on his husband’s arm.  He was completely confused.  What bit him?
Remembering more as the minutes went by, he pieced together that he had bitten Forte.  Yes, he remembered chewing an arm.  How the bone rolled so nicely in his teeth.  At the time, when he heard Forte yowling, it didn’t even occur to him what was really happening.  
Finally starting to feel emotion again, Cogsworth pulled Forte into him, giving his blue lips a soft kiss.  Poor Forte.  He didn’t mean to hurt him.
What about Antoine?  Poor kid.  Last Cogsworth remembered was that Antoine was on the shore of the lake when he and Forte went swimming.  He remembered where.  Turning, Cogsworth was intent to pull Antoine into a hug with him and Forte.  Antoine must have been cold too.
Looking to where he was expecting Antoine, there was a sack of flour.
Disoriented, Cogsworth squeezed Forte as his thought went faster.  Had they been so completely out of it that they mistook Antoine for a sack of flour the whole time?  They must have.  Somehow he had been chewing on his own husband’s arm without registering it, after all.
Good god.  What else could have happened while they were on that blood induced bender?  The twisting of his memories disturbed Cogsworth, hastening his motivation to finally move.
Gripping his unresponsive husband, Cogsworth arose and began to walk back toward the chateau.  He had to track down Antoine.  He had to have all the family together as they recovered.
The cellar.  Antoine was probably there: in the cellar where they all became inhuman for who knows how long.
Cogsworth came into the dark room with Forte hanging limply in his arms.  He took the cellar of depravity in, his mind finally in sync with the world for the first time in a long time.  
There were bones on the floor.  Meat too.  The sound of flies and the squirming of maggots hit his senses.  Some of those meat chunks were there long enough to rot.  But aside from the insects, there was no sign of life.
There was no life, but he did spot Antoine laying on the floor.  There Antoine was, nearly decapitated from the bite in his neck. He looked dead, but in fact his body forced him to play possum. There was no stake through his heart so he was in no danger of actually dying. He’d heal and wake up eventually, just like Cogsworth had.
Frowning, he lamented what befell Antoine.  Either he or Forte had bitten him.  He knew already that they could bite and not know what or who they were biting.  The idea was horrific.
The cellar was a hellscape.  Cogsworth would have liked to have left it all behind, but Forte and Antoine were still recovering.  He couldn’t just leave them in the states they were in.
Cogsworth made his way to the ruffled nest of pillows and blankets.  He set Forte down among them.  Then, he carefully moved Antoine to let his head rest on a pillow.  
Turning, he looked around for a nice spot for himself.  There in the pile, he spotted the big plush bee Forte had gotten for him to comfort him through the pain.  He really wanted it now.  Crouching down, he took his plush toy and held it under him, letting his jaw lay on top of it, and squeezing it tightly.  
Heavily, he collapsed into his den.  Everything around him was warming up.  The pain was going away slowly.  Snuggling his face into his plush bee, he assured himself what he was perceiving now was reality.  Everything would be normal again soon.  Forte and Antoine would heal themselves in time.  He would heal too.
All he needed to do was rest.
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hivemindwithlucile · 1 year
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Some days, I'd like
to lie there and
decay.
Half-alive,
mostly dead-
And feel the worms eating my rotting skin,
an eyeball squelching within
my eyesocket.
To rot within my dirty sheets,
that still smell like you.
The sweet smell of mould growing
across my windows and blue lips;
mushroom growing
from my fingertips.
They'd have to call my next-of-kin;
my poor housemate would have to do it -
and let my best friend know
I won't buy him that coffee.
All that would be expected of me
would be
to be dead.
That's very simple: I can do that.
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dcndrohime · 6 months
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Spoopy HC
Starting short to say that Hinamori, much to the vibes she gives off, her overall personality, is one of those friends who would be willing to bury a body, wheter with you or for you. On the latter option though, you'd need alot of convincing under your belt.
Even then, she also is prone to bury people, wheter completely or halfway into the ground, in a fight situation or just to keep her hands clean because she doesn't have a real fondness for engaging into a fight in the first place, lest something makes it unavoidable. However, this kind of stunt is never going to be found in friendly sparring, lest your muse can take it.
Let it be known, though, that not many foes are capable of getting out of the ground, unless they have the claws for it, use Geo, etc. Fair warning that if you're unable to manually get out from literally being buried alive, well say your prayers.
Not only does that leans towards asphyxiating someone but it can lead to Taphophobia, a clear sense of helplessness but its even worse if Claustrophobia is already involved into the mix.
She's done this plenty of times before and she seldom if not, never do it when in company, for good reasons.
Yes, its not something to expect from one such as her, yes, it can lead to some pretty gruesome results, decay at best but really, just don't push her to that point, where Hina has to resort to burying a person whomst is alive in all sense of the word.
She has, yes, decayed bodies of real people.
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showmeashadow · 11 months
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Ember Ramus and Myrtle Shroud
Ember Ramus
Ptryx's weapon of choice - a handaxe made out of ironwood and blessed by the steward himself.
Crafted from a young tree, its roots were woven at the end of the handle and its branches at the top, twisted in such a way to form the blade. Its edge never dulls, simply shedding the dull outer layer as it continuously grows.
As the dull edge falls, a layer of sap is left behind on the blade. A single spark is required for the whole edge to catch fire. The fire burns on the head of the handaxe until extinguished, but anything hit with it will be splashed with the flaming sap.
Myrtle Shroud
More of a tool than a weapon - the sickle was taken from the charcoal of an old tree.
It was dug out after the last festival ever celebrated by Haüyne, from the massive fire-pit the townsfolk have built - being rumored to have burnt as bright as the sun as they threw animal fat and bones in it. Bone fused with burning wood, both absorbing the oil of the fat.
Imbued with necrotic magic, it is able to instantly draw out vitality and moisture from any living thing it cuts. Often used to simply dry herbs and weeds, every organic material the magical blade touches decays as if left in the dryness of the desert.
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hikaridana · 1 year
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"The Deities of Life and Death, Vivatimous and Kifogetz, help maintain the balance of all creatures in all the realms. With or without a breath. Vivatimous is responsible for beginning fresh, new life. The birth of a faun, the sprout of a new tree, the blook of flora. But of course, Life cannot be balanced without Death, and there does his brother come into the picture. Kifogetz is responsible for guiding souls of the Dead to their final resting place after their purpose has been fullfilled, or should he find that a sickly creature has no need to remain on its final thread. However, his job does not stop there. Kifogetz, too, does bring new life. It is only by the death of one does new life sprout, and as a result do lifeforms such as mold, fungi, and other decomposers take place to clean and thrive off of what once was. Death is never finite, for it only births Life anew."
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hinamie · 19 days
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the same flame that burns you; birthed you first
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rottendust · 8 months
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Graveyard in Paris, last year
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rubbish78 · 3 months
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"Stressful day at work today, honey?" x,x
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powdermelonkeg · 2 years
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Okay but given that you can make alcohol from just about any plant, a world built around Minecraft could have SUCH a liquor cabinet.
You’ve got your basics, the potato and wheat vodka, gin, whiskey, then rum from sugarcane or beet sugar if you’re feeling a little adventurous.
Then you’ve got the fancier things. Dandelion and melon wine, spike vodka, pumpkin liqueur, applejack. Zhuyeqing jiu and chocolate liquor if you REALLY want to go for the cool stuff.
You’ve got mead and all kinds of moonshine, everything from carrots to kelp to sawdust brandy if you live out in the Badlands. Sunflower and rose spirits, lilac wine, even milk liquor and advocaat if you want to deviate from plants a bit.
But then you’ve got the plants that don’t exist in our sphere.
Chorus liqueur, dripleaf absinthe, glowberry champagne and sweet berry wine, glow lichen beer and crème de spore blossom, golden apple cider, glistering cordial. For the truly danger-seeking, wither rose lanique.
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TW: Gore, body horror, decay, vomiting, robots, viscera
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A bigger piece I did based on Izzzyzzzy's video on bases/the MMC base!! This. Took. Forever. But I am so glad I finished this and so happy with how it turned out!! Hope y'all enjoy!! Sorry for the lack of art, stuff happens I guess.
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jaygrahamns · 1 year
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Actors AU: Behind the Scenes (Yellow Zone and Blank Decay)
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graveyardharmony · 3 months
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recently I've been dealing with mental health struggles, especially with self esteem/body image. I'm always worried about how i look, but if i can find beauty in something dead- who's to say someone can't see beauty in me?
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photo from @ carcassafterlives on ig
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