#Ambulance Adustus

[im-an-anthusiast]

For my cunty cadaver, for my fraternal faggot, @outlying-hyppocrate, it is my utmost pleasure to present...!

Stars

Stars light up the sky, blazing points of light searing holes through the inky black void. You can’t look away from them.

You try.

You can’t move your neck. Nor any other part of your body. You are suspended in the air, slowly descending, you realise, as feeling rushes into your fetid flesh – and with it, comes agony.

Stars light up the sky, blazing points of light searing holes through the inky black void. You can’t look away from them.

You would twist and writhe if you could. Pain blossoms from wide, thick, cylindrical points – piercing your body. Even as your wounds gape, opening, as if trying to breathe – trying to fruitlessly escape from the source of hot misery – the searing rods cauterise your flesh, grafting it to themselves in a fight against gravity and your own dead weight.

Are you still trying?

You lie, unmoving, at the whim of your prison. You cannot even attempt to thrash. Weakness, disuse, inability, it does not matter. You are unable; a hanging piece of meat, trapped due to shortcoming, circumstance, or destiny. It does not change anything.

You wonder if your suffering goes unnoticed. You realise it is ignored. For those who care have come. They hold no love for who you once were, but for who – what – you are now, they love you most. And they show their love, as they sink their teeth into you, and as their beaks tear chunks off of your liver. Worms curl in your stomach, and maggots dig through your chest. They know what to avoid, to keep you alive, to keep you fresh.

Even they dare not relieve you of your suffering. It would be antithetical to them; that you know. And yet you hope that one eats away at the charred, cooked meat latching onto the fiery pillars of pain, keeping you aloft, in place. Keeping you from reprieve. They don’t. They shred your eyelids, but spare your eyes – for they would not rob you of the sight of your own reflection. The blazing stars pierce the night sky just as they pierce your dead eyes, just as the rods pierce your sick flesh.

Stars light up the sky, blazing points of light searing holes through the inky black void. You can’t look away from them.

Do you feel acceptance? Resigned to your fate as you are; do you enjoy the morbid, even as it tears you apart? Or is that familiarity in your eyes? Do you feel kinship, with something vast, unmoving, seemingly unfeeling? Something so painfully impaled and tortured by sharp, scorching points? Something that, just in its presence, in its unlife, provides life to countless? That is only for you to think of, perhaps, in your oozing skull, torn apart and boiling with mush. That is only for you to feel, perhaps, in your barely beating heart, pumping the little viscous blood still left in your veins.

Do you even want to?

[im-an-anthusiast]

Upon request, Dear Faggot Junior, aka The Butter Boy, aka Fetus, rarely also referred to as Sora - @sleepy-thing-shit - I present to you, a skeleton for the cadaver I shall make of your death! You may pick and choose, possibly even mix and match of these bones as you wish.

By blade

You chose this

By blade

You chose this

By blade

You chose this

By blade

You chose this

By blade

You chose this

By blade

You chose this

BY BLADE

You chose this

[im-an-anthusiast]

sooooooooooo in the tags of ur most recent ask from crispin u said that anyone could ask for personalized deaths……. sooooooo could u pretty please w a cherry on top and sprinkles and whipped cream come up w some cool deaths for me too????? plsssssssssss (but only if u want to ofc!!!! ^_^ if u feel uncomfy doing that thats perfectly fine!!!! /gen)

I think I want to do this as I have with dear Crispin. I shall offer you some, from which you can pick, choose, mix, or match - or even suggest your own, upon which I will present your death to you in greater detail. Here are some offers.

Dissolving

Your flesh melts and molts, so, good visual factor!

Obviously, incredible agony, and it is very slow

I am probably thinking of increasingly quickly pouring acid

But there is no drain

So you have to either bear it dripping onto you, or pooling at your feet

And climbing steadily...

Mauling

Who doesn't love a couple cute puppies? Some wolf cubs

Holding onto each of your limbs with their teeth ^_^

All pulling

Or perhaps...

Did you know the Ant Eater can tear through even concrete with its enormous claws? ^^

Drowning

Oh, so boring, right?

Except it's not water you're drowning in

Blood and bile together, swirling, climbing up your throat, hot acidic liquid spilling into your airways

You watch the vessels on your arms burst, blood blossoming just under your skin

Red floods your vision, as you cry blood, all youe senses overtaking by an unstoppable flow

Your body rebels against you, a slow, painful murder of self

You're not alone

You think that...

You might be sharing your living space

The most sacred of them

Your body

And you also think th-

There! Did you feel it?

A squirming under your skin, a burrowing through flesh

A moving, bulging lump, making its way across your body

It feasts

Is there anything you can do, than slowly die, to feed another?

[im-an-anthusiast]

what sort of theoretical violence are you willing to commit concerning your beloved faggot brother? [:

Since you're my brother from another faggot and not my blood "brother", this is all out of love. Be that as it may,

I'm a big fan of many things, so, to help me out, may I list some of my favourites? Then, you can pick one or several, and I will further elaborate ^^. Perhaps even mix and match!

Impalation!

Love sticking objects through people *(Vague innuendo intended)

I think you'd look great suspended in the air by a bunch of metal, rod-like spikes, perhaps!

I'd especially want one to go through your neck, go out, and then also go through the bottom of your jaw, through your mouth, and out the top of your skull! So that I can see the rod in your hanging jaw and between your neck and head!

By fire!

Perhaps by being set on fire, as if is more graphic

Maybe the more painful boiling alive? Though that is less visually pleasing

I'd maybe like to feed you something flammable but not explosive and set you on fire from the inside?

Decapitation!

Pretty simple!

Not by blade though

I am a big fan of decapitation by pure, sudden blunt force

Flowers?

Not realistic but

Fantasy scenario where plants will burrow through your flesh

In a very slowly agonising and agonisingly slow

Flowers bloom from the cage of your mouth, roots seperating your teeth as wooden braces

Skin splits in bursts of flowing sap

Nails snap off as stems force them off

Vermin

A worm tries confuses your eye for the most succulent of apples

Beetles already start burrowing parts of your body, mistaking your still body for corpse

You feel the tingle of thousands upon thousands of feet upon your skin, accompanied by stings and bites, venoms, and worse

Your throat swells and bloats

Your feel butterflies in your stomach for one last time.

[im-an-anthusiast]

MY MASTERLIST

Poetry

(in no particular order)

Divine Punishment

Almost Sweet

Far Too Sweet

Is it Sweet?

Spiralling

On My Knees

For Once

Spotlight

Grasp of Gold

The God of Gold and Rust and Iron

Bleed for God

Scribbles

Beautiful Tandem

Crying Boy

Young Boy Die

Poisonous

The Sin of Envy

The Sin of Lust

Dedicated Poetry

(Because my friends deserve their own section)

Came (Squish)

Sweet Melody (Sora)

Lights (Lights)

Burnt Butterfly (Mags)

Alone (Phoebe)

Prose

(it's really all from/about my WIP)(feel free to inquire about deets :3)

The Taste of Blood (Albion)

Like Moth to a Flame... (Albion)

...The Butterfly Too, Will Follow (Santi)

I'll Let You Have a Bite (Maxwell, Albion)

Liar, Liar + Good Enough (Erin, Maxwell)

Ditches and Spiders (Calixte)

Sweetness (Albion)

Trickster Spirit (Erin)

The Golden Son (Maxwell; by Albion)

The Silver Son (Calixte; by Albion)

Flower in Bloom (Hexstarved Lore)

Ambulance Adustus

(Basically dedicated prose of your death. You may (for free) commission one at any time)

Stars (Crispin)