#putrescere

[wodeworm]

Augur putrescere

down in the mouth

[greatpain]

➥     STATUS  :  CLOSED  @putresceres ➥     FEATURING  :  AGENTHADES  +  AGENTVITALIS

          he  has  dedicated  years  to  determining  if  it  is  at  all  possible  to  control  the  mutation  received  upon  successful  solaris  administration.  every  time  he  thinks  he's  close,  an  ability  such  as  prudence's  appears.  by  all  means,  transmutation  should  be  a  gift.     (     aren't  they  all  gifts     ?     then  why  is  he  seeing  more  failures,  rejections,  side  effects,  and  possibly  violent  deaths     ?     )     "     how  have  your  attempts  at  managing  it  gone  so  far     ?     "

[somegurl8]

Art Fight week 1 round up

Pieces 1, 9, and 10 were for @gentlemanslime of the characters Dorel Doctyr (ft my character Mallory), Tiandra and the Trickster, and Ciara Ires

Piece 2 was for @bumblevoid of the character Nia

Piece 3 was for @honkceasar of the character Felix Starling (ft. my character Casi)

Piece 4 was for @valeovalairs of the character Mara

Piece 5 was for strawberry-transneu on Artfight of the character Acryl

Piece 6 was for @fishcop of the character Morgen Putrescere

Piece 7 was for @tigers1o1 of the character Phin Iryss

Piece 8 was for @gold3n-f1sh on Twitter of the character Azure

I have no clue how I was able to do like 10 pieces in a week but it was a ton of fun!!

[mrpicasso-face]

Occide me molliter,

Coeno me sepeli,

Putrescere sine,

Hic semper ero.

[hyacinthpost]

Letter 2 • they exist?

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I saw a bird today, I think it was a crow? I heard crows symbolize bad omen and mystery. I wonder why? Do they have birds in the Putrescere? I think birds are too scared to be around there, so I guess they like to live in the more free parts of the universe. Our universe.

My dove, one day we will return to our home in the stars, a place where birds can fly free and we can be one with them, I know you’d like that. I know how much you want to see the rest of Libertas. The outside of the Purescere is beautiful, I wish you could see it.

I feel as if my only train of thought is wishing and empty promises. My only way of writing is in future tense, as if there’s a chance we may meet again. Oh how I wish we could.

I feel as if I’m just rambling on, wallowing in self pity and the hope that my father would allow me to return to you. I don’t even know if anything I write is making sense to you, do you understand me? My dad doesn’t. He’s always yelling at me, apparently my art is a lost cause.

My dad is coming up the stairs now, I can hear him. I will get back to my art now.

Have a nice night my dove.

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[articskele]

Ok I dunno if I have the words for this but. Concept: zombie apocalypse AU Artic

Something something that one post about how vultures destroy diseases in corpses, so they not only tend to the dead but help the living survive.

There's a vulture-like wyvern called the Lesser Putrescere that can eat zombie corpses and destroy the virus or smth? So she takes care of them and releases them-

Actually come to think of it, maybe she's trained them to send letters over long distances? Since they're functionally immune to the virus. Duuuuude that would be so cool-

Something something angelic imagery and winter and death and vulture are holy creatures

Anyways she's got big sturdy falconer gloves and hangs out in an old greenhouse ouo

[greatpain]

➥     STATUS  :  CLOSED  @putresceres ➥     FEATURING  :  AGENTHADES  +  AGENTBYTE

            "     didn't  know  what  you  could  use  right  now,  so  i  got  a  little  bit  of  everything.     "     they  elbow  their  way  through  the  door  to  the  surveillance  center,  a  to-go  drink  carrier  in  each  hand.     (     five  coffees  with  various  amounts  of  sugar,  cream,  dairy  substitutions,  syrups,  and  caffeine  ;  one  redbull  ;  one  monster  ;  and  a  single  mango  white  claw  as  a  little  treat  )     they,  like  most  everyone  else  in  intelligence,  ignore  the  signs  declaring  no  food  and  drink  near  computers  as  they  approach  prudence.     "     pick  your  poison.  were  you  able  to  make  any  headway     ?     "

[hyacinthpost]

Letter 4 • the moon

I was talking to the moon last night, do you know what the moon is, my dove? Have you ever seen it before? It’s a god in my eyes, the moon is beautiful. It’s a form of art that hasn’t been abandoned, only hidden by the clouds and carbon filled skies. Outside the Putrescere the sky is just as dark, but at higher points the moon is the most visible, the stars too. Have I told you about the stars?

The stars are beautiful, they are balls of light. Some people say that when they’re relatives die they go into the sky and become stars. When I die, will you look at the sky and think of me? Maybe a new star will appear above you.

Or maybe not.

I don’t understand what happens after death, neither do I want to know. I want to stay alive so we can meet again. When we meet once more I will happily depart, even if it’s only for a second that we meet eachothers eyes.

I miss you, my dove. Can you tell? My heart aches for you, it yearns for your touch again. I would do anything to see you again.

Have a good night dove.

[hyacinthpost]

Letter 6 • dreams?

Have you ever dreamt before? It’s said that people don’t dream in the Putrescere. But why? Did someone steal them from you?

Dreams are only for those who dare to be different in an isolated section of the world were such a thing is illegal. Why is it? Why is having passion illegal? In a place where all imagination and hope of being more than a prisoner is taken away and placed into the minds of people who don’t need it, and nor do they use it.

Dreams are like the weather. No matter what it’s always changing, one moment it’s rains and the next it’s pouring down sunshine. And you can’t stop it, it’s how the world works. But you can stop it from affecting you I suppose? With sunglasses or an umbrella. But regardless how you protect yourself it’ll always be there. It’s nature. Anyways, I hope that if you ever dream I’ll meet you there…

goodnight my dove.