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eclipsedoodler · 3 months
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Big Macs Sacrifice
Art for the mlp infection stuff on TikTok! :D
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Part 2: Infection Stages || Part 3: the princesses || part 4: dissecting || part 5: forage
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pet-cemetery-emotes · 2 months
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corpse, fresh and not. :'3
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commoninfected · 5 months
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Cotard's emotes :) let everyone in your server know you Died and are Dead, or are especially dead today and they should bare that in mind.
no dni, anyone can use. specifically made for Cotard's but for everyone this speaks to :)
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graves-doodles · 7 months
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Neon holds my whole heart 🥺💖
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stagbeetleboy · 7 months
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Lime (THE LICH)
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clovernoir · 4 months
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Isaac moriah ROTTING and DECAYING like a HUMAN PERSON
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bigoldeels · 3 months
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comic wippies
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spikyegg · 5 months
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told you guys
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dolliecworpse · 11 months
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🩸 ✩࿐ PEACEFULDECAYIC
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⋆ ˚。⋆౨ৎ˚ PEACEFULDECAYIC : a gender connected to rotting flesh, empty eyes, sunken skin, and the beauty one finds in it—the beauty they find in decay and its peacefulness
⋆˙⟡♡ term and flag by the virtual pup 。。。 coined for day two of @lovesse ‘s event 。。。 tagging @accessmogai for a flag id !
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scaredslugless · 1 year
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My second gift for the LU Writers Appreciation Project!
This one is for Chey on ao3 for her fic “Ancient Bone, Youthful Bone”
This one was quite the challenge but I’m glad I made it! Trying to translate Chey’s wonderful descriptions onto paper was someone I just had to do after reading this fic. I had such a vivid image in my head to work from and I’m quite happy with how it turned out! If you are a fan of otherworldly and mystical stuff I totally recommend checking this fic out. And check out Chey’s other fics while you’re at it! It’s definitely worth it.
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staristims · 1 year
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making stimboards based on the fear entities from tma: The Corruption
sources: helium-stims, helium-stims, talos-stims, aliens-stim-too, (no gif here), helium-stims, glazecake, tankstims, helium-stims
(send in requests if you have them <33)
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pet-cemetery-emotes · 2 months
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Rot, rotted, rotten, and rotting wordmoji!
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edenslice · 2 years
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the fact that Lester the Body died hanging above the deepest part of tartarus paints this really uncanny image of a decaying and badly wounded corpse with rotting yet transparent flesh. i'm betting the golden lines of light apollo's talking about look like trypophobia; small, clustered holes constantly moving and changing shape
massive opportunity for nico and will to find lester's corpse in their tartarus trip, either by accident or a character leading them there :Smile:
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curt-mega-saf · 1 month
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Report: Dr M[Redacted] On The Body That Has Come To His Morgue.
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Cw dead bodies, decay, medical talk ish, gore
The body brought into us was not dead.
It was a hub of life that we never see down here in the lab. You must understand I have seen plenty of weird bodies in my lifetime, especially here in Hatchetfield. But this body is truly one of the most interesting that I have seen.
We are supposed to wait for the body to be claimed before we start the autopsy but truly my team and I are having trouble waiting, especially because they decided to have some more people come in to check out the body for safety measures.
I can’t stop thinking though about how interesting this procedure is going to be. From the moment the body came in I could picture it. We’d cut him open, pop the eyes out and cut the skull apart to peak into the brain. Parts of the insides are already exposed seeming to have rotted away at a rate that makes no sense for when the body was said to have died. There seems to be a whole ecosystem living in this man’s body and I for one cannot wait to peal back the skin and look inside.
I have been informed that the man is one Jacob Cain Mcdoon. He has a husband, works at a coffee shop, and lives in the apartment that he was killed in. How curious. We’ll be starting the autopsy soon after the body is cleared of anything that could be harmful for us to touch.
I will report back with any new findings.
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flyiing-giraffe · 9 months
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| written for @onepiece-fight | prompt: Brook can feel himself decaying slowly by hamstercheese7
He imagines himself a garden, seeds bursting up through the soil of his flesh, to make it more palatable. In these endless, fog-coated waters there is very little to think of besides the phantom sensations of his body. It does not hurt, precisely— he won't pretend to know how it's even possible, but it seems that, at his death, his body became somehow detached from his being for the purposes of the Devil Fruit. His experience as more and more of him is eaten away is of being imprisoned within his organs; he feels the writhing of the insects, the touch of their legs and the removal of his body, but softly. In the moment he is eaten, he loses sensation.
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island-76 · 5 months
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This poem is full of rotting. Interact with your own discretion.
I am rotting.
I feel my body slipping away.
I feel my joints chipping away.
I can see my body rotting.
My skin peeling from my bones,
Revealing muscle underneath.
The burn that brings and the gushes of blood that follows.
It makes me wonder if I'm alive.
If I am alive,
Why am I rotting?
Why is my body turning to dust?
Everyone else is as sturdy as stone,
And the ones like me are all old.
"You must not have these issues,
For you are young." They tell me,
As I look at them with my peeling legs,
My chipping teeth,
And the maggots eating my skin.
"I am rotting!" I scream.
They cover their ears and sing, "You are not rotting!
If that is true,
That means I can rot too.
And I wish not think about that reality!
So I will turn away,
From this horrendousness."
I scream and cry.
They will one day rot too,
But I do not wish that it would be soon.
As seeing your skin,
Slowly peel off your bones,
Is something you cannot unsee.
Even if your skin re-attaches,
And your bones spring back to life,
It will leave an imprint on your life.
The feeling of the ever present pain,
Will ring in your mind.
The thought of the way,
Your skin feels detached from you,
Will stick with you.
The way that you move,
Will forever be impacted.
When you rot,
You never forget.
You may have lapses,
But it stays with you.
It will forever change you,
As it has me.
That's not something I wish anyone to see.
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