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"The Weeping Dragon"
"You know? Ava never told us about her nightmares or how her past was. All we know is that she's the future that Zam might experience one day. . . It's terrifying to think about. I wonder what happened to her exactly? We all do. She stopped sleeping" - Azi
And here we have my Plauge Marine Greater possessed/Demon Prince oc. I dot really have a ton of personal lore on her yet, but she does lead my custom Death Gaurd Warband "The Masque of the Crimson Rot"
Their colour scheme is red with gold trim and pail pink flesh, and their energy is green.
Skeleton Dance DAY 1: Rot
When you wander off the path, you’d be surprised what you might find.
Death Decay and Rot your Heart out ♥
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Yassified finrot decay and zombies whee
Random things about my undertale au:
-Decay has this thing where if he sees a Frisk au, he’ll be wary until proven that they won’t hurt him or any of his group (Decline is sort of the same exact way with Frisk)
-Their story is not at all a happy one, and its ending is quite bittersweet
-The au is so messed up, that the code of the characters has also been affected, and now they can’t truly die. In and out of their au. They just respawn.
-Each of them have a set hp that they can no longer exceed (ex. Decay’s highest hp is .5)
-In the end, only the five remain in their au in the end
-There was a flour incident, but none like to talk of it
-Frisk is given the name of Necrosis but is also known as ‘the bringer of death’ (The Executioner)
Day 8- The Rot
P s i really die here...
Red Silk - New Mexico, 2013
Rot
thanks for nothing
she touches me and we are shocked to find my intimate areas thoroughly rotten
soft and jelly-like
my sex sloughs off of my body and hits the floor, slimy liquid landing heavily and melting into the carpet
she rests her hands on my breasts and they rupture, deflating as putrefied fluid dribbles down my body
she attempts to make love to the cavernous void left between my thighs and i feel nothing but insertion and movement
she ends up working herself to completion while i sit on my knees in bed beside her, watching her function so well
i find myself wishing to be like her, ramrod straight and pulsing with blood
the punchline arrives a couple years later, and i’m curled up on the floor of the bathtub, steaming hot water pelting down from the shower head onto my shivering frame
all that and i still don’t know what it’s like
sword in sheath did not make the blade mine
i finger hopelessly at a harp with no strings, desperate to pluck out a single note from the empty space
it offers me nothing but thick blood and a deep fear of dark nights and solo travel
thanks, i guess