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casitafallz · 5 months

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hello there! I have a hypothetical question, hopefully it hadn't already been asked, heh.

In the Decay and LTRL AUs, early on in the stories, Luisa shoves Isabela away from Mirabel and injures her on the back, although thankfully not severely. BUT! My question is, what do you think would have happened if Luisa had accidentally broken Isabela's back?

*Peeking out of my den*

Hi!

ooh that's a good question. I think... it depends on how severely damaged Isabela's back was; was it only the bone damaged or was the cord also affected??

Either way, a fresh wound like that would still be treatable by Julieta; so the chances were that the damage would be fixed by either one. the bones heal straight away. The cord may take a few days with Julieta's food to heal. Julieta got there pretty quickly to help Mirabel, so she would be there quick to cater to Isa's damaged back.

Isabela would be healed physically.

Mentally, she would get given a bucket load of trauma for it. Ultimately, she would be scared of Luisa just as Mirabel is scared of Isabela (less so, in comparison as what Luisa did was sudden and unexpected; not slow going or as targeted as what Isa did to Mirabel.).

She'd have recurring nightmares of the incident, including the vivid lingering sensation of not feeling her lower body (if the cord was damaged)--this could have reawoken some bed-wetting as a sort of psychological response when the lack of feeling spikes in those instances.

Isa would avoid Luisa like the plague, or if they were forced to be in the same room, stay away or the furthest seat possible. She'd be...hyperfocused on Luisa's movements to ensure she wasn't gonna get tossed.

Luisa may not...get into as much trouble bc she was saving Mirabel. Luisa would be guilty about harming someone, even her own sister, regardless of justification. The fact Isa would be so weary of her is also not a good feeling for Luisa. She's upset about it, but...she'd get annoyed by it as well after a few months of it. Luisa's still very much in the middle of both sides of the frustration of knowing she wasn't gonna hurt Isa again and empathy of why Isa's so weary of her.

The adults... how they react would also vary.

Alma would be upset but relieved that no one was killed. At most, she'd insist Luisa stop her chores in town until she made sure not to use her gift with any sense of underestimation; she sees that there was a lack of control that could have easily killed and could have easily crippled someone. This could have easily dug Luisa's insecurities far faster to the rest of the family about her gift.

Bruno would probably be the same as in the original, distant but would try to be supportive of the family either way

Pepa would be...upset but would stay out of the mess to avoid the emotional whiplash that getting involved would entail, but, she could do her best to try and care for her nieces. She may actually gravitate to Luisa given the girl holds so much in emotionally; she could see more and try to get her to let it out.

Felix would be a very in-the-mess sort of guy. He would visit Isabela if she had to heal for longer; make sure she was okay and all. He'd check in with Mirabel as well, same reasons then he's check in with Luisa and make sure she was okay. He'd also help with Pepa when it came to getting Luisa to talk. Very non-judgemental which helps.

Julieta would be.... devastated at the hurt all of her children had done to each other. None of them would want to be in the same room together out of fear and trauma which tears her side of the family apart and she'd burn out far quicker and struggle to balance herself. She'd depend more on Alma for order and control of the situation. Seeing Isa both a victim and a perpetrator is hard and seeing her struggle with instances of trauma (like the bedwetting) would be very difficult. Trying to sooth Mirabel as well--she'd probably be less involved with Luisa in comparison to her other two daughters.

Agustin would be...a champion to keep his all daughter's morale up. He's checking in with all of them and probably would get Isabela moved to his parent's house sooner for the sake of sanity of everyone involved. He'd defo try better to get Julieta away from the alcohol as well once he realises. He'd defo be the support for Luisa that she needs in her immediate family. He wouldn't be weary or scared of her.

Dolores would...probably be the same as in the original stories; Luisa saved Mirabel, and just happened to Isabela get hurt as well. She'd probably help Isa more in dealing with some of her new trauma responses more privately to spare Isa humiliation of it.

Camilo would be much more of a prick. He'd probably be glad Luisa got 'pay back' for Isa harming Mirabel and would certainly and unintentionally make Luisa feel guilty with his praise on the matter. That said, he'd probably keep Anotnio away from Luisa for a few weeks, not that the two interacted much beforehand. But he'd definitely be glad that Isa got hurt. If he found out about Isa's bed-wetting, he'd defo would mock the girl for it (until Pepa told him off for it)

Antonio, the little bean would be... well he's five and not sure what to think but all he sees is his family fighting between themselves so he's much quieter and withdrawn; trying to be with his sister, and parents or would probably stay around Mirabel and Bruno much more as well. he has little opinion about Luisa's actions; he knows she saved his favourite person.

Mirabel would be the most...conflicted person out of everyone if Isabela got a broken back out of it. She'd be both scared of Isa and also worried for her. She certainly didn't want her to get hurt and doesn't think a broken spine was justified, even in the heat of the moment but... it happened. Her family is even more broken up and she'd probably internalise a lot of what Luisa did to Isa onto herself for being the catalyst for Isa to snap to start with. She would be weary of Luisa but not scared of her either, not like how she'd be scared of Isa. Mirabel defo would need therarpy, like the rest of the family to handle this.

lol, turns out I had a lot to say lol, i do like AU discussions :) if you have any more questions, feel free to drop them in. If they're good or enough, it could inspire me to carry on with the nest LTRL AU Chap?????

#🃯 < | ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵘᶰ ᵇᵉʰᶤᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶜʳᵉᵉᶰ ( ooc )#encanto #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #alma madrigal #antonio madrigal #agustin madrigal #bruno madrigal #dolores madrigal #luisa madrigal #camilo madrigal #felix madrigal #lest the rot lingers au #decay au

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nyawrcut · 1 year

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designs for my decay au

zombies uuuhh something something

kel is the most recent one othrs are reposts n auby is in the works

#omori au #omori art #omori basil #omori fanart #omori #omori sunny #omori kel #omori mari #decay au #decay omori au

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casitafallz-a · 1 year

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Decay AU | Ghosts of Casita P2

The chill remained though quite suddenly the mist lurched out of her mother’s bed room and it felt like a weight ploughed into her gut, the force enough to knock Julieta and the rest to the ground but she watched in horror as her grandson and the priest were instead launched off the balcony and into the air.

“Catch, catch, catch!!” Dante squealed.

“No! Dante!” Julieta dove across to the banister railings; too slow to do anything but watch but as the two came close to hitting the ground, ghostly figures seemed to catch the two; three townspeople for Padre Flores but Dante… he was caught and enwrapped by a tall male, his back turned towards their balcony as if he was a shield for the child.

She didn’t have time to see his face or much before Dante was set down, a shroud of other ghosts coming to mask the child as the demonic presence rattled in the air with a gluteal roar. Casita itself seem to hiss; ratting the shutters, with tiles raised like hackles towards the dark misty being that disappeared through to the courtyard, hooves clapping against the titled floor. It wasn’t fully formed but that didn’t make a difference to what it used to be.

Julieta’s heart thundered, clawing herself up onto her feet and made a dash for the steps down. Other family members seem to get to their feet as well, Dolores grabbed Antonio and shoved him back into his room. Mariano though was helping Bruno up.

“Dante!” Julieta called, skipping a few steps at a time down.

Dante’s tiny little form was shaking, though his eyes were lit with blue, it was clear to see he was terrified. She held her hands out and without hesitation, the child shot towards her.

The dark mist made it’s move too with a growl but the moment she had the child, a comforting cold suddenly seemed to shield all around her. Dante’s arms grasped intently around her neck, crawling up and wrapped his legs around her waist, enabling her to pick him up. He buried his face into her chest. Her hand rubbed automatically up and down his spine, though her eyes remained open, transfixed to see the darkness try and go for her grandson but the lighter mist seemed to consistently seemed to shy it away.

“Julieta!” Pepa’s cloud grew, rain tinkering down across the whole of the Encanto. Julieta backed up even more, trying to find an opening to break up towards the steps and for certain, Dante’s safest area was his room. Padre Flores remain sitting by the doors in shock-horror and of no interest to the demonic presence.

Casita tried to help, the tiles under her feet moving, pushing her backwards as the protective ghost’s mist gave, a tendril of darkness slamming into the shutters and shattering the wooden frames outwards. Julieta took this as her opening and ran, darting up the step, Agustín’s hand out to pull her up th last few and Felix hauled her mother to feet

“Dante’s room! Now!” Mirabel and Luisa herded Camilo in but she had barely reached the door herself before something suddenly wrapped around her leg and yanked.

Julieta yelped, falling straight onto her left arm before she felt a sickening snap and burning pain but that didn’t matter nearly as much as the deeper pain that raged through her leg, like a vine of fire was wrapped around her ankle.

Her head span and she clung onto Dante but she rolled over onto her back, just intime to see the ghostly figure of her father grab the candle from her mother and rammed the burning miracle into the dark mist before it’s cries echoed in a horrid screeched like nails down blackboards that seemed to deafen and echo, no doubt waking everyone in this whole town before it began to retreat out into the sky into a burning mess that flaked away into ash and… silence.

Only the pain down her leg seemed to ground her and the blood pounding in her ears was the real sound. Everything else was distant.

“Juleita!”

Her mother’s terrified and concerned face seemed to swim into view though it all felt too foggy, the weight of Dante was gone and a part of her was alarmed but her eyes vaguely noted her siblings; Agustín holding Dante now but they were all concerned.

“My room!” the child wept, “we gotta bath it!”

Agustín’s heart thudded as he watched the scorch marks along his’s wife’s leg, almost black and yet Julieta was very absent in her reaction which made it all the worry. Pepa abandoned her husband and between Pepa and Abuela, Bruno helping keeping Julieta’s arm straightened they made way straight into Dante’s room.

Dante pushed himself from his arms and Agustín let him go and followed, letting the kid lead the way to a new door that seemed to appear and open straight down towards an octagon pool of water, salts and other bottles lay about but it was large.

“Put her in there!”

No one questioned him and followed without hesitation and all four went in fully clothed before there was an immediate reaction.

Almost sizzling, the marks reacted to the water and that’s when Julieta’s screams filled the small pool room and Pepa and Abuela held to hold to keep the woman still as the water bubble and churned. Bruno pinned Julieta’s broken arm down to keep it from getting worse with her struggles

“Get her out!” Agustín almost jumped in but Felix’s hands caught him first, pulling him back from the edge.

“No, whatever happens, happens!” Felix hissed, “Whatever that thing is, it must be like cleaning a wound with alcohol. It hurts but it has to happen!”

Julieta thankfully passed out and the water continued to churn then slowly began to calm until it was still. It ws broken after a moment by a little voice.

“Can we leave her in there? For few hours? Just to make sure she’s clean?” Dante whispered, his arm wrapping around Agustín’s leg.

“Is she going to be okay?”

Dante licked his lips. “Probably. Ghost burns aren’t nice.”

Agustín licked his lips but watched as Abuela brushed lose strands of damp hair from Julieta’s face though from the looks of it, no one looked like that they planned to leave this room for a while.

“I vote, never leaving this room.” Camilo’s voice echoed from the main bed room.

The air was…different when people finally woke, the uneasy night had left most, if not all the Madrigals asleep in various parts of Dante’s room and Agustín kept Dante tucked into his side as he napped. Abuela stayed mostly at Julieta’s side but Bruno was the first to leave to the kitchen and Agustín, still carrying a sleeping Dante left, stepping over Camilo to follow. It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried putting the kid down, he was just latched on really tightly

Outside Dante’s room, it was dead quiet but… there was a different air, almost. Warm and Agustín felt relief to enter into the kitchen and saw Bruno pulling out left-overs from the cool room and Julieta’s prepared arepas for emergencies from the pot. There was doubt no one would mind too much; it wasn’t like they were leaving for a regular day. This almost certainly been a family day…. Coming to grips on what had just transpired.

“Want me to help?”

Bruno jumped a little though sheepishly shook his head. “You’ve got your arms full already.”

Agustín chuckled dryly, “he’s like a leech in his grip.” He stroked the dark locks of hair softly. “I can get the coffee on brew while you take that up.”

Soon enough, with food and coffee set up in Dante’s faux outside space on a picnic blanket did people start coming around. Luisa was able to peel Dante off his chest and let him cling onto her before he took a small plate down to the pool. Julieta was still out, probably asleep than just being unconscious from the injury and it pained him to see her pale face. her arm that had been crudely splinted but Abuela looked to be examining her leg now.

The tendril that had grabbed her ankle that had burned her leg in almost black scorched, the skin was smooth as it used to be but it was easy to see where it had touched from the coral-pink discolouration that traces along it’s former grip from her heel to mid-calf. A mark of its touch but… it looked heathier, even to his medically untrained eye.

“Let’s get her out.” Abuela decided though Pepa’s tired, cloudy face peered at her mother, nodded before the two began to clamber towards the steps with Julieta in tow. Agustín set his tray down and gently took her into his arms and Abuela led the way out.

Cool water seeped into his pyjamas but that didn’t bother him as they left Dante’s room, leading them back towards their bedroom. Between them, they gently changed Julieta’s soggy night dress into something dry and he took the time to wrap her leg.

“We’ll have to wait until she wakes for her to heal her arm.” Abuela remarked, now adjusting the splint. “Until then, there’s nothing we can do.”

Agustín nodded. “She also needs to warm up as well. We should call Dr Lopez and get him to set her arm at the very least. If she gets a cold, she won’t heal herself efficiently. God only knows how that…thing may have affected her.”

Abuela’s breath paused for only a moment before she nodded. “I’ll ask Mirabel to go down. Excuse me.” Abuela didn’t leave much to ague before she was gone, shutting the door quietly behind her.

#encanto #decay au #decay madrigals #encanto au #isabela madrigal #dante madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #agustín madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #alma madrigal #bruno madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #antonio madrigal

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glitterdragonthegreatprotector · 2 years

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Something I wrote in a DM RP with one of my friends:

There isn't anything known about the deity. Not even his name. All that is known is that he is the god of decay and rot. There are notes on how the book this page was ORIGINALLY from was too old, and decayed to be transcribed from. Which was odd, because the demon taking notes found a book that seemed FAR too old to be possible, and it was written in a language they didn't recognize, but eventually found a way to translate...

There is an old poem, that the demon theorized was from some sort of civilization from before them. In theory, God wasn't the first god...

"Time seems to quicken and slow.

We reap what we sow.

His name, we do not know.

But in our last breaths, we must go.

The smell of decay fills the sky.

No one up above hears our cry.

Not even our goddess, glarzelikydie.

This is our final goodbye.

From the dirt we rise, in which we return.

We had thought our world would end when it was to burn.

We gave fuel to the flame, but in the end, our deaths came when he made our stomachs churn.

Nameless god of decay, beginning of the end days, death come for all, a lesson too late we learn.

Goodbye.

We will die.

If this paper survives, know when he returns, no one will hear your cry.

He says "hello" in tongues no one will recognize, and too him you must say "goodbye"..."

There are some notes on the poem, the demon that wrote the book questioning what sort of creature wrote this, and questioning if there was a god of rot, or if this was a poem to cope with some mass pandemic.

#not fnaftale #poem #writing #original poem #rot au #dark deception au #dark deception #decay au #fungus au

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nixnephili · 7 months

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I'm not dead, but I might as well be.

I've slaved bent over my tablet for nearly 2 weeks for this little gem.

Sigzai library interaction for Fyo!Atsushi A.U.

They're wholesome..I just think they're neat.

Also, the Goretober list will arrive shortly.

-Nix🌙

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jaygrahamns · 1 year

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Some Swap!AU dump (SAD's little reverse AU bc why not)

Reverse!Stanley = Overseer Reverse!Narrator = Henry

#stanarrator #tsp #tsp fanart #the stanley parable #the stanley parable fanart #tspud #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #clock 0ut #clock 0ut fanart #blank decay #blank decay fanart #tsp narrator #tsp stanley #clock 0ut reverse au #reverse au #thEM #THE SILLIES

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eclipsedoodler · 3 months

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Big Macs Sacrifice

Art for the mlp infection stuff on TikTok! :D

Character info:

Part 2: Infection Stages || Part 3: the princesses || part 4: dissecting || part 5: forage

#cw gore #i think #cw decay #cw decapitated corpse #mlp #eclipsedoodlers art #mlp infection au #tiktok trend

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blackkatdraws · 1 year

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SAD-IST FINALLY INFECTED NARRATOR WITH THE LOVEBUG LET'S GOOOOO!!!

#clock 0ut #blank decay #sad ist #tsp lovebug au #SAD-IST THANK YOU #the stanley parable #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #tspud #tsp #narrator tsp #stanley tsp #stannarrator #stanarrator #mine 💗

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whydontwebegin · 22 days

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introducing: dirk strider, strength.

dirk is a different kind of beast to explain. maybe i should write jake out first, even. but.

dirk strider drips heart from his every pore. with his pantheon he can be soft. with his pantheon, he can relax. with his pantheon, dirk can be gentle.

with mortals, he is an ethereal, untouchable manifestation of the soul. he is instinct, and he is love, and he is inner strength, and he can rip all of those from you and leave your mind aware while your body inevitably crumbles.

dirk is, quite frankly, just another shade of terrifying. he’s kinder than hal (or jake, for that matter,) but he is just as capable of being cruel when he deems it justified. his cruelty is just…different. where hal will destroy you without you realizing you’re being destroyed, dirk will destroy you and you will know he is doing it, but worse, you will know you are helpless against him. dirk is a god of war, and gods and men alike will fall in his wake. in terms of raw combat power, dirk is one of, if not the strongest the pantheon has to offer, because the core of his power is his very self, and the self is all he is. (it’s a bit hard to put the power levels of incomprehensible eldritch horrors onto a graph, so you’ll have to forgive the lack of clarity.)

divinity comes at a cost, and for dirk, it is something resembling being a good person. to clarify, he is not. he’s not a person at all in the sense that mortals would understand, and by extension, his moral compass is no longer defined by mortal standards, many of which mean nothing to horrorterrors. an elder god has no need of such things.

he will help out of pity, sympathy, on rare occasion it may even be empathy. he will help because he can hear the way a dying soul screams. he will help because it hurts him to hear you cry out, or maybe because you’re another version of someone he loves dearly.

but his loyalty always lies first and foremost with the pantheon, and he will just as soon snuff out every screaming soul himself for them. he will inflict unimaginable, indescribable cruelty upon you, without remorse or guilt or hesitation, because that is the way of divine justice, and no matter how human he can seem, dirk is far from it.

#decay au #homestuck #dirk strider #dirk strider homestuck

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casitafallz · 1 year

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Decay AU | Surprise, Dr...

Decay had some regrets in Dante’s presents choices from the family unit. In part, the fact when she was assigned a two weeks holiday which was mandatory for any parent of any child under the age of ten to have every 6 months. Decay had only wanted to take a nap, both of her arms were on charge and in the corner but she had hoped Dante would stay watching his screen and allow her time to rest.

It was fine until she woke up sharply to something plastic being wedges into her mouth. Biting down onto it immediately and she sitting up sharply though Dante’s annoyed whine cut through the alarm.

“Mami, No, you’re not feeling very well!” the two year old scolded.

Decay blinked down at him before spitting out the plastic thing into her lap to realise it was Dante’s plastic medical tool, a thermometer. “Dante, I was sleeping.” She groaned though she shifted one leg over the edge of her bed, only for her son to push her leg back up.

“Yes, sleepy, sleepy. You ate too much cake! You are sick. Lay down.” Dante picked up the blue stethoscopes and began to put the oversized ear piece to place and clambered up onto the bed.

Decay watched as he patted it briefly over her chest, too far left to be accurate but she’d not hamper his mood on the matter on pointing it out. She contemplated trying to get up and get her arms up and get him to snuggle but… he was quick to tantrums… maybe she should wait this out and let him get bored of trying to be a doctor.

Maybe encourage Dante onto ‘fixing’ Pariah when she next came to baby sit him given she had gifted that to him.

“Time to test your leg-ping.” He picked up a small hammer what had softer plastic at the end

“You mean my reflexes?”

“Yes, yes.” He nodded brightly and began to hit her knee in various places. She jolted her leg purposely and the tot began to giggle.

“Oh no, my knee!” Decay feigned a gasp “What ever will I do?”

“Yay! It worked!” He dropped the hammer onto the floor and went for the bandages. Those where real, more or less but had Velcro to make it easier on small hands. Dante happily began to wrap her legs together until it ran out.

“Am I fixed, Mijo?” Decay’s voice was a little dry though he picked up the last tool. “Ah, my mistake. What is that?”

“Imma see bloods speeds.” He clipped on the crude, plastic pressure cuff around the lump of her ankle, given her absence of both limbs in his fun.

Decay just smiled at his antics as he began to squeeze the little plastic balloon and rested back… getting her legs free was probably going to take a while without her arms…unless she could convince him to get her arms which… wasn’t an all bad idea; he was learning the basics of those requests and he was smart.

He may be two, nearly three but he knew her disabilities meant she had to have extra help and he seemed to want to help…just as much as he needed hers. It made her smile as he had tried to cut her food up for her, not because of her disabilities but because he thought that was what everyone else did for each other because she always prepped his food given he was so little…and she didn’t trust any toddlers around a sharp implements.

“Oh no, Mama dead!” Decay jumped as Dante threw the corner of her blanket over her face.

“Dante!”

“You’re not alive, Mama. Susshh!” though she felt the weight of his body as he dove onto her belly to keep her down though he giggled loudly. Decay groaned.. but she had to hope Distort or Pariah would come down soon…

Hopefully.

lol i was in such a mood for posting a new little peice of drabble than posting more chapters for LTRL AU stuff...lilke i miss the decay stuff but i can’t pile too much on my plate so i’ll wait until the fics in a good place or done before i start adding more and alternating the story to fit the decay timeline to her origin :)

i hope you enjoyed little dante :)

#decay au #decay isabela #dante madrigal #decay dante #encanto #encanto au

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blackkatdraws2 · 7 months

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Sad-ist posted Yellow Zone over a year ago.

#the stanley parable #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #tsp #tspud #tsp au #tsp narrator #narrator tsp #tsp stanley #stanley tsp #tsp artists appreciation #tsp fandom #clock out #yellow zone #blue lies #sad ist #blank decay #clock 0ut #my drawing museum

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casitafallz-a · 2 years

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Decay AU | Isabela’s room

Decay’s room first went through a few versions that grew to this final form. A broken pattern stone pathway, a river, one pond, three-tire pond left side and a waterfall. Gazebo in the top left corner that’s set a little higher (that shade green level indicates it’s up a level. A huge tree, as a centre piece of her off-side area.

It started off more purple and blue but as time wore on, more greens filtered in. Vines hang from Palma de cera to Palma de cera and off these vines, bioluminescent lights hang around when her room is in ‘night’ mode

I meant to add stones for texturing around the ponds and to help break up the room or maybe even a pillar but feel free to imagine stones and monoliths inside to add flair and decorative edges.

This is Decay’s room, more restrained but this became her normal when living in her native world and when she joined the Watcher’s AU, it was necessary for proper navigation but it was one Decay was content with. The

The Watcher AU of the room she gave was near-identical recreation of what she used to have but the only sublet differences is a new area for her protheses and electrical/repairs second that’ll be in her study area.

Decay created the tree as means of concealing her more private of projects, such as her potato's. She has a hammock set up incase she decides to nap up there but up in her little tree house, using a vine-based lift, she had a good portion of it hollowed out for soil to allow her potato people to live in and thrive while she’s away.

the walls are still blue with petals and keeps abstract patterns on but she’s also uses the walls as means of self-expression to welcome in or intimating for people to leave

(Imagine the walls going dark black petals only for a red ‘eyes’ and a snarling mouth move along the background)

the room is broken up into areas with hedges and most spaces not in practical use have a lot of flora inside to keep the space useful.

The waterfall (stands at 45 feet in the air along the wall) and pond are Decay’s favourite place to be to relax, so a bench was set up for her to sit and meditate (18 months is long--she gotta get hobbies so Meditation was one to keep the dark thoughts away). Sometimes she’ll let her feet dangle off her bridge and play with the fishes.

#decay au #encanto #encanto au #isabela madrigal #decay isabela #watcher au

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