#rotting tw

[rataslesbianas]

rotting in my childhood bedroom

[I.D: A digital illustration depicting a person laying on their back, with their legs up on a bed. Their face is completely obscured except for the right eye, which has a tired expression. On both their arms, and on part of their stomach, grow mushrooms of various kinds. There's also moss, small plants, and even a few flowers, covering most of their skin. They are covered in dirt and mold, that also extends to other parts of the room. To the left of the image is a big bear plush, sitting on its hind legs; it has a sewn on patch and it's slashed open across the stomach. The person's hand closer to it is holding a bit of the stuffing. On its feet lay other toys. The room has a heart decal that goes around the top of the wall, and it has one window over the bed, with curtains. The whole illustration has very dark colors, mostly blue and grey except for the moss, mold, mushrooms, and dirt. End I.D]

[island-76]

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.

[chorus-communities]

being delusional on main sorry. woim.

[systimming]

🕑 - dhmis ep. 2 (time)

[system-of-a-feather]

not my favorite but. thoughts on condors?

I LOVE condors. People say vultures and all are ugly but I think they're literally some of the coolest birds PLUS they DRASTICALLY help the ecosystem by being one of the few animals that can eat heavily diseased and rotten meat without any ill effects because their stomachs are just THAT insane?

Also have you SEEN their feathers? Or the unique flight patterns they do to take advantage of mountainous wind currents and min-max their energy????

The Andean and California Condor are just SUCH great birds. Also as a Californian myself the California Condor is *special*

-Riku

[patrick-stewart]

The man he faced was everything Obi-Wan had devoted his life to destroying: Murderer. Traitor. Fallen Jedi. Lord of the Sith. And here, and now, despite it all… Obi-Wan still loved him. - Revenge of the Sith by Matthew Stover

[macksartblock]

they hate each other. they've been roommates for thousands of years. they'd kill one another for the opportunity to talk to someone new.

close ups below - back to your regularly scheduled program soon

[gmo-oo]

Red as blood.

[zennotixs]

“Creepy anons… Creepy anons…. Creepy anons…Creepy anons…” I say into the mirror at 2am in an attempt at manifesting.

[rottendust]

Graveyard in Paris, last year

[st-hedge]

What an edgelord :(

[kitconnor]

#meet cute

PERCY JACKSON & THE OLYMPIANS 1.01 "I Become Supreme Lord Of The Bathroom"

[bbeeohazardd]

Oculus' effect on things

Things Around Them

Plants around them will start to die and rot if left around them for longer than 4 hours

Mirrors showing them in the host's body instead of the host(host has their back facing towards a mirror while in control, Oculus is facing forward and looking out the mirror)

Able to effect radios(and older phones) to have their voice come out of them

Older lights can be effected by their behavior

Clocks will start going haywire around them

Newer technology can glitch and go buckwild around them but it's rare

Can sometimes cause minor nosebleeds and earbleeding but it depends on how much they are using their abilities(it's not usually intentional on their part)

Overpopulation of spiders around where they're hanging out

Cameras will glitch to show their many eyes

The Host's Body

Eyes will start rotting from the inside out a month into possession

Random nose, eye, and earbleeding, usually major blood-loss

Major bruising on fingers and eye muscles due to their claws and the host's eyes rolling back into their head to accommodate them taking over

Radiation in blood

Much much faster healing(minor fractures being healed in hours) host cannot die without them willing it(or them leaving the body while it's majorly damaged)

Puking spiders and blood? it's more likely than you think!

[latenightsundayblues]

A little ghost adam doodle dump bc turnipoddity's ruining me with those comics and i dont think ive ever posted anything abt him b4

Brought to you by a doofus who knows jack shit about drawing skeletons. Heh get a load of all them anatomical inaccuracies for the sake of looking cool

[akystaracer22]

Maybe in Another Life We Would Hate Each Other a Little Less

A chance encounter sheds a little light on Adam that Lucifer couldn't have predicted, leading to a moment he thought he'd never have with the man.

Notes (Aka my thoughts while writing):

God is a dick and I wanna kill xem

Adam folds his wings like a bird because monkey see monkey do

Both these guys were traumatised by the same person and we don’t talk about it enough

Probably Guitarduck/Adamsapple but in a fledgeling platonic kinda way

Refer to my ref for what Adam looks like!

I listened to Rät while writing this and- it kind of fits Adam???

Jesus is God’s favourite child and it fucking shows

How tf did this become a sickfic????

Lucifer gets the experience of being me whenever I make the impulsive move to boot up Char.ai and talk to literally any of the AI’s, get aunt agonied bitch.

Oh my god Adam has middle child syndrome.

Can you tell I attended a Christian school when I was younger???

Adam was hiding just how fucked over he was from the wing rot but he’s not having a good time in this. Most of the latter half of the oneshot is him dazed from both the one set of wing rot and the feeling of someone touching his wing.

Shit emergency wing HC for Adam ig: His wings grow warmer corresponding to his mood, as in when he is in general happier his wings radiate warmth and when he’s in a foul mood they’re just normal or even a little cooler.

In saying that yes Lucifer’s wings glow when he’s happy

Word Count: 1902

Fic under cut!

“Fucking- Shit!”

Lucifer paused, looking behind him and backing up to peek through the crack in the door. This ought to be good.

Sure enough, he was right, this was entertaining.

Adam was ranting again.

Honestly it was a nearly daily thing by this point, probably the only good thing about his daughters decision to let Adam stay at the hotel. He loved his daughter, he really did, by Adam was… Adam.

Lucifer knew he was a lost cause.

But still, didn’t mean Lucifer couldn’t tease the hell out of the man since he was stuck down here with the rest of them.

Lucifer’s smirk at watching the first man rant quickly died as he took in the guys appearance, he looked…

“What is wrong with your wings.”

Adam jerked and twisted around, scowling at him and oops he said that out loud didn’t he.

“Piss off!”

Lucifer, in his typical fashion, did not piss off and instead entered the room, “No seriously what is wrong with your wings.”

Now that he was closer, the king was certain they didn’t look like that a week ago. The feathers, while already having looked like a wreck were duller and the colours seemed almost… muted. Ignoring the already horrific state Adam’s wing were in, they shouldn’t look THAT bad so why…

“Wait-”

“I said-!”

“Have you not been preening you wings?”

Adam went silent, staring wide eyed at Lucifer much to the kings confusion. A beat passed, then two.

“What the fuck is preening?”

Lucifer blinked, he wasn’t serious, was he?

Surely not.

.

.

.

“By the heavens you’re dead serious.”

“What the fuck are you talking about.”

Lucifer debated whether he should explain it or not. On one hand, it’s Adam. On the other, Wings were a serious thing. He’d even seen Husker cleaning his wings from time to time, for Adam to just not know…

“You know what? For once my hatred of you is outweighed by my need to show you what’s what,” The fallen seraphim huffed, closing the door behind him and summoning a chair to block it from the outside so Adam couldn’t escape. “Come on we’re fixing this travesty.”

“What part of fuck off you do you not understand?!” The first man snapped, his wings mantling as Lucifer rifled through the closet, dragging out one of the many jars of oil he’d had the foresight to put in most of the rooms, perks of being a guy with basic common sense.

“The part where you’re being stupid and my daughter started rubbing off on me,” Lucifer shot back, his own wings serving well to corral Adam towards the bed, “How you don’t know how to preen your wings is beyond me but that’s ending today.”

“Again- what are you blabbering about.”

Lucifer paused, hand hovering just over Adams feathers. Preening someone elses wings was… intimate. It was something reserved for friends, family, lovers, and stuff… not enemies. Was he really going to just go ahead and clean Adams wings for him?

The seraphim’s eyes flicked over to where the ruined wing was draped over the bed. The wing was already in bad enough shape as it was, if he didn’t do this then wing rot was bound to hit it at some point and-

He didn’t really have a choice, not if he didn’t want to watch someone die of wing rot again.

Adam went stiff under Lucifers touch as he started work on the mans functioning wing, it was the easiest to work with, not the mention the safest to start with. The injured wing would no doubt be sensitive to any interaction, so better to start small.

Ish.

Adam shuddered as Lucifer moved between feather’s, periodically reapplying preening oil as he went. He was right as usual, looking closer most of the barbules had been separated and needed to be locked together again. Grimacing, the seraphim gently scratched out what looked like dried blood from where it was hidden in the base of Adam’s Secondary coverts.

“What are you doing?” Adam whispered, his voice for once lacking it’s usual bite. Lucifer paused for a second in confusion before Adam’s wing flexed back into Lucifer’s hand, “Don’t stop!”

“Okay okay!” The king huffed, working on his primaries, “What I’m doing is called preening. It’s something beings with feathers do to clean them.”

“Like birds?”

“Yeah, like birds,” Lucifer agreed, “The oil helps take care of bacteria, but you got to realign the feathers, get rid of the ones ready to moult, and fix the feathers that are out of sorts, though you can just shake the feathers to do that part quicker.”

“Mhm”

Lucifer shifted over to finally tackle the ruined wing and froze, a chill slinking down his spine. As he took in the state of the tattered appendage.

“Shit.”

This close the seraphim could see the red pimples under the thinning layer of feathers surrounding the injury, it was wing rot in its early stages.

“What?”

“Nothing!” Lucifer dove his fingers into the scapulars to shut Adam up while he discreetly conjured up some disinfectant for the rot, if he’s lucky he can treat it now and just get Charlie or Vaggie to deal with it now, knock it over the head before it becomes so visible the others can notice. He ignored Adam’s breath hitching as the seraphim started, just as predicted, the wing was sensitive from the damage done to it.

“But seriously you need to do this more, this is just horrific,” Lucifer grumbled to himself, not really caring if Adam listened, “Honestly I’m surprised this hasn’t happened to you before!”

“Mmmm tried once… I think?”

Lucifer, glanced at Adam’s face, it was pointed away from him, but he could still sense Adam’s attention was on him, “Yeah?”

“Saw the birds doin’ it and tried to copy ‘em,” Adam continued at the prompt, spreading his other wing, “It hurt so I stopped, didn’ know there was a method to this shit or someth’n.”

“You… nobody even tried to teach you?”

“I think they thought I knew,” Adam chuckled sourly, “I think they thought I fu’kin knew how to just- do this. ‘Cause I was meant to right?!” Another laugh, “I bit the fu’kin apple so I shou’da known this kinda shit! Apple of knowl’dge or what’ver.”

Lucifer, wisely, didn’t say anything, he just kept working on Adam’s ruined wing, applying the disinfectant, and fixing what few feathers were still healthy and removing the rest. If it was anyone else in this situation he’s wrap the wing and tell them to rest but… it was still Adam that was in this mess.

“I- why didn’t they teach me? Luci why didn’t they teach me this shit?”

“I… don’t know,” Lucifer replied carefully, deliberately skipping over the butchering of his name that sounded way to close to a nickname for comfort, “Come on, up you get he still got the underside to finish then I’ll be out.”

Adam grumbled but complied, sitting up a little to turn around as Lucifer summoned a pillow for Adam to lean back on. Rolling his neck Lucifer got to work on the auxiliary feathers, the lighter feathers were definitely in better shape, but then again that wasn’t exactly a high bar, and they still were looking rough.

“Jesus was prob’bly taught how to preen himself.”

Lucifer’s shoulders hitched as his wings tucked in against his back abruptly. Jesus… was a rough topic. For all sinners talked about him, Lucifer never met him but from the sinners around that time… it was never a fun conversation. Pretentious once kings cursing his name while hopeless commoners lined up for the exorcists blade, faithful until the end that Jesus would let them into heaven if they just believed in him.

… there was a pattern in there, wasn’t there. Like father like son, he supposed.

“Jesus was made from me and yet he’s God’s favourite fukin kid, course he’d fucking know how to preen,” Adam continued unimpeded, “Doesn’t matter if I was Gods first- Jesus was always fucking better than me.”

Okay! Lucifer was in no way prepared for this conversation, but he highly doubted Adam was even going to remember this conversation, so he just focused on the wings.

“…Luci, do they all hate me?”

Lucifer sincerely wished Anthony, or just anyone really would bust down the door at this moment, at least then he could get himself out of this conversation.

“Why do you think that?” the seraphim deflected, moving onto Adam’s good wing and going through his coverts.

“Because none of them ever fucking did this,” Adam waved his hand haphazardly before letting it rest on his chest, “You’re my enemy but you’re fixin’ my fu’kin wings because I’m too stupid and useless to just figure it out myself.”

“Not useless,” The words left Lucifer’s lips without his input, damn himself to double hell, but it managed to shut up Adam, so he kept on the thought train, “You’re not useless you were just never taught, it’s not your fault heaven doesn’t think.”

“Jesus-”

“Is God’s prodigal son and shouldn’t be counted.”

Adam huffed and leaned back on the pillow, “Why’re you good at this?”

“I’ve had aeon’s to learn, and over a decade of putting it in practice,” Lucifer thought about his daughter, a small smile making it’s way into his expression, she really was the best thing to happen to him.

He finished up with Adams good wing and moved onto finishing off the wrecked one. Applying the disinfectant to the infected spots on the underside before reaching for the preening oil again.

“Y’know, maybe in another life we would’ve hated each other less.”

Lucifer just laughed and started preening the wing, yeah right, maybe in a reality where the apple incident never happened, “You’re sick Adam, feverish even.”

“And you’re a wife-stealer.”

“Should have been better in bed.”

“Fuck you,”

Lucifer stuck his tongue out at the first man, earning a tired chuckle. Then the seraphim blinked at the sudden warmth radiating out from the feathers. What in the-?

“Oh… they haven’t done that in a while.”

Lucifer blinked up at Adam who was staring at his feathers in amazement, “Ackde-whuh?”

Adam leaned back and closed his eyes, “Yeah… sometimes they just get warm all of a sudden it’s weird. Hasn’t happened in a while though. Apparently it sometimes happened when Lute was around? I dunno why.”

Lucifer blinked a couple of times before letting out a small “huh” and running a hand through the ruined wing, it was definitely warmer.

Sighing, Lucifer let his hand fall away despite the wing chasing it, “Alright well your wings are definitely cleaner now, so I’ll be out of your hair now.”

The seraphim stood up to leave through the balcony, opening the window and almost stepping out when Adam called after him, still sounding exhausted.

“I can see why they left me for you.”

Lucifer paused, before smiling sardonically and looking back at Adam, who looked like he might have just passed out.

“Tell me that when you’re not delusional from illness and I might believe you.”

With that, Lucifer stepped out and left for his own room… though, if Adam woke up to a small plush duck on his nightstand, that was between Lucifer and the god that cast him down.

But there is one thing Lucifer will admit.

Maybe Charlie wasn't wrong about thinking Adam could be redeemed.

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[ask-the-rag-dolly]

i Will explode if i do not show this so please take incoherent scribbles of an equally as incoherent au idea that will take me several weeks to make an actual post of . local shrimp gets thrown in an awful hospital and gets inconvenienced by several monsters while witnessing horrors beyond comprehension i'll explain everything later

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