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fleshtreat:

adelaide had been in town to pick up groceries. he didn’t often shop around, as his farm provided most of what he needed. hygiene products were what had brought him into town on this occasion. that, and people watching. humans were such an abstract concept to him, all bustling through their lives and never really concerning themselves with the infinite other existences occurring simultaneously around them. so self-centered. so self-absorbed. he’s rounding a corner when he’s barged into, the grocery bag slipping from his fingers.

for a moment, he feels angry. he’s borderline enraged, and part of him wants to lash out, but he knows better than to do so. it is especially different when he sees who has run into him. she’s a petite asian woman. predatory light flickers behind emotionless eyes, and he offered a cold smile and a hand. “it’s fine, really,” the thick french accent on his voice aiding him in laying the charm on thick. “are you alright? you took quite a fall there.”

There is a moment where Chuya is scared that the man will yell at her - she’s never done well with yelling, especially men, and in this culture, it’s almost expected that small inconveniences will result in outlandish arguments. After all, she’s seen workers screamed at for getting an order wrong - what happens when you run full force into someone and almost knock them down? The worry causes her to chew her lip.  It quickly slips away though at both his accent and response. Worry turns into relief, turns into a sheepish smile as she takes his hand, standing.  “I’m fine,” It’s a lie, her knee is killing her, and a quick glance down shows blood, “...Maybe.. Not so fine.” But she laughs anyways, waves it off.  “What about you? Are you alright? I ran into you without looking...” Chuya’s eyes look him up and down, both for any signs of injury and because he’s quite handsome. It’s rare that she finds herself checking out another person, and her eyes quickly dart away upon realizing it.

#.replies #.chuya #fleshtreat #I GOT ON AND SAW THIS AND YELLED #chuya pls run away

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sorry for no replies lately i have been... very tired...

#.ooc #i will get to some soon hopefully

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every other eldritch being: talks in riddles/ancient languages, manipulates and destroys people for fun, constantly committing horrible acts DECAY: can be found behind sonic at 3 am, eating a pile of corn dogs that were just thrown out

#.ooc #afadf its my fav

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Credit

#.frankie aes

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Some facts about DECAY:  - It’s real form can not exist in this plane of reality. Therefore, it inhabits various human hosts in order to exist here. - Because of it’s nature, these hosts die and begin to rot at an extreme speed. Normally, the human body can take up to 10 years to fully decompose; by being inhabited by DECAY, the host’s body beings to decompose after merely a year, sometimes quicker depending on how much it uses it. - It wears layers of clothing to hide this fact; however, it’s quite often to see a trail of black sludge left behind, and body parts have certainly fallen off before. - When the body is beyond use, DECAY simply leaves it and seeks a new host. - DECAY’S real form consists of many black, sludgy tentacles and large, sharp teeth. It’s definitely an eldritch being.

#.DECAY #let it lovingly caress you with its gross tentacles #you'll enjoy it i promise

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not to be Self Centered(tm) but im.. tempted to make myself a fc duhasfadsf

#.ooc #im messing in photoshop with some ref pics for my next art piece #and like... #i could def be a fc dfa

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sometimes i’m tempted to add a rick and morty chara on here but like.... who

#.ooc #i kinda wanna do diane because... im a slut for angst adfjkafsd

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finished icons for josef fjadfad im tired now

#.ooc #sharing a few

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downloading photoshop... let’s see how the fuck this goes

#.ooc #never used it before #but i wanna look more 'professional' #so uh... wish me luck

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i’m adding my star wars oc to this blog  👀

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tenebrasanimarum:

          Um, NO.  There were lots of things that Vanya could deal with and this           was NOT one of them.  She had literally no interest in TASTING anything.           Took a step back, letting out a COUGH as the awful STENCH of rotting           flesh seeped through her nostrils.

          “ FUCK OFF. ” She never yelled unless she was on a mission and had to           YELL AT HER COMRADES.  But, this thing.  This UGLY, NASTY thing was           just getting on her very last nerve, “ Get that out of my face. ” She angrily           SLAPPED the hand away before wiping her palm on her jeans to get the           FILTH off.

“COME ON NOW--” It makes a noise at it’s hand being slapped away - almost immediately it flies off, hitting the ground with a disgusting squelch, rolling to a stop. DECAY hums, raising it’s arm and looking at the now stub.  “THAT WASN’T VERY NICE.” It snorts a bit, watches as more sludge falls from the end, “NOW I HAVE TO FIND SOMEONE NEW.”

#.DECAY #.replies #tenebrasanimarum

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tenebrasanimarum:

          The girl ROLLED HER EYES, briefly wondering if she might make           herself go BLIND by accident due to how far BACK they went.           Honestly, it thought it was something SPECIAL, didn’t it?  The           horrors Vanya had experienced back in RUSSIA and what she           DID for a living without blinking an eye made THIS THING seem           like a tiny ANT to her.

          “ Do you not have anything better to do?  I am quite bored by this. ”           Vanya couldn’t have GIVEN A FUCK even if she tried.  Turned           around to face it, arms crossing and face TWISTING into a BLATANT           display of DISGUST as she eyed the gross looking SLUDGE dripping           from it, “ Seems like you need breath mint. ”

“MY HOST IS ROTTING.” It explained easily; DECAY was not the type of creature to hid all it’s secrets. No, it was so confident in itself that it was willing to let people know exactly what it was, “DO YOU WANT TO TASTE IT? THE ROT.” The movement is quick and easy as it crosses over to her, pulling off a glove whilst moving. Immediately more black sludge falls away; it’s hand if molding, the skin gone, and parts of bone show through rotten skin. DECAY holds it’s hand out towards her, “HERE. COME TASTE.” 

#.replies #.DECAY #'lol check this gross shit out kid'

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tenebrasanimarum:

          Vanya didn’t know what it was trying to ACCOMPLISH here, honestly.           Because all it was doing was ANNOYING her.  Literally EVERYTHING           it was doing was irritating her on some level, as was made BLATANTLY           OBVIOUS by the LOOK on her face.

          “ What is your purpose here, stupid? ” In other words: GO THE FUCK           AWAY.  She kind of WISHED she had a target to HUNT DOWN or a           MISSION to go on because it would give her a VALID excuse to up           and LEAVE.

          “ I hope you are not trying to make me cry.  It will not work. ” Vanya           NEVER cried anymore, not unless someone got a hold of her TRIGGER           WORDS.  And, something told her, that wouldn’t be a PROBLEM here.

The clicking of it’s tongue is the only thing she gets in response, before DECAY merely chuckles. In a moment, the creature is gone, no longer standing before her. “MY PURPOSE? OH, I’M JUST HAVING A GOOD TIME! IS THAT SO WRONG?” It’s voice resounds behind her now, where it stands still, sludge dripping onto the ground below it. “ME? MAKE YOU CRY? I’M OFFENDED YOU THINK SO LOWLY OF ME, LITTLE GIRL.” But it’s words are neither convincing nor reassuring - there is something menacing about them, something hidden that says, don’t you trust me? You shouldn’t.

#.replies #.DECAY #tenebrasanimarum

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There’s a gross sounding laugh from the human figures throat, something that sounds sick and dripping. DECAY stands before the little girl with its hands hidden, and although the mask it wears hides any sort of features, it seems to be grinning.  “GUILT? OVER WHAT?” It’s voice is loud, booming, and it drips with amusement, “YOUR KIND IS ALWAYS SO FULL OF EMOTION, AND YET GUILT IS THE STRANGEST ONE. CAN YOU NOT COMMIT TO YOUR OWN ACTIONS? WHY DO YOU REGRET THINGS YOU’VE DONE?” “HOW PATHETIC!”

          “ I never said I am perfect.  There’s guilt behind these eyes. ” If she           ACTED as though she were HUMBLE, as was being shown HERE, it           was exactly that.  An ACT.  Vanya may not have thought of herself as a           QUEEN, but she KNEW she was damn near PERFECT at what she did           for a living.  Most people, or CREATURES, that she encountered just           tended not to RESPOND WELL TO PRIDE.  And, contrary to popular           belief, she preferred NOT to deal with conflict unless she was either           being PUSHED or PAID for it.

@betawitch (for DECAY) // spotify sc. // queen for queen - motionless in white.

#.replies #tenebrasanimarum #.DECAY

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I REMADE MY POSSUM RP ACCT ADSUOFJAD IT’S @localtrshboy

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i used to have a possum rp account. it was just. a possum. that’s it.

#.ooc #it was actually really fun #i might remake it since i don't remember the login lolol

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psss someone i wanna do some shippy angsty stuff so if anyone’s up for that lmk and ill get around to it after work 👀👀👀

#.mobile #.ooc #any muse is open for me i love angsty comfort shit pls