#stinky rotting creature

[sofieartz]

[ Fnaf Fanart ]

//Blood and Slight Gore

Well, would you look at that.

I'm back to my fnaf phase....

I drew this a couple months back, finally had the time to finish it, just in time for the anniversary!

[calf-cover]

Do you ever wonder why such a deranged place as Alagadda has such a pleasant, cozy smell?

Slightly rotten flowers, old pages - it sounds so calm and nostalgic, especially for someone who grew up with a nose in a book. And well, as a bookworm that I am, I'm just ruined it for myself!

I have a headcanon now. A light, sweet-rotten floral smell is not really the smell of library or an old bouquet. It's a common occurrence in the initial stage of decomposition of a corpse - it happens because of chemicals like Indole and hexanal, that begin to seep from the dead tissue.

The Alagaddian odor is literally the smell of a rotting body - maybe it's the Hanged King, maybe it's the creatures that are trapped here. Or maybe the city itself is rotting. Maybe it's already gone, and alive only as a memory or a dream. It's only an echo. Or the light of a long-dead star.

Anyway, so Alagadda is secretly stinky. Do what you wish with it~

[atomic-rattz]

Premier Amour - Malice Mizer⟢

Salutations, welcome to my domain. My name is Atomic/Tomi, i’m just a girl how loves drawing and his friends. On this blog you’ll be able to find art of my interests! I will mainly post ROTTMNT and TMNT things on here though. I also do a lot of talking and am open to talking to almost anyone!

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#tmnt: killer - my tmnt iteration!

#school friends au- my rottmnt au

#tomi’s podcast - talking posts

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FAVES ✦

#serenade🔮 - @mr-urple (stinky vile creature)

#swan lake🦢 - @lace-sutures (brain rotted mess)

#waltz no. 2🪲 - @nox-icate (do you taste metal?)

#danse macabre♟️ - @kirex-cxvi (anonymous lab partner/husband)

#traumerei📺 - @0hitsjustkat (insane lesbian)

[questionablecuttlefish]

What Blooms Unchained Chapter 4: Hunger

Summary:

When human decency is stripped away, all are driven by their hungers. For freedom or revenge, for flesh or for blood, for chaos... Or for Light.

Notes:

Major Content Warnings: Misogyny Attempted rape Graphic violence

Hungry.

Pale eyes scoured a blank black void. Not even the faintest flicker within her cell; her box, a box without air or light…

She needed neither to survive.

She only needed one thing…and they weren’t giving her that, either.

H u n g r y.

Small nostrils twitched. Even through the iron and wood and petricite, she could smell things, though.

Rot and stone and chemicals and metal and sweat and despair…and oh, blood, lots of blood, blood blood blood…

Just the faintest, most tantalizing whiffs, buried and muddied by all those other stinky creature and people smells…

But one of those smells was…different. A little chemical, and under the typical layers of sweat and dirt and filth this place caked all its humans in, there was something unique – bubblegum… gunpowder…concrete dust… things she only knew because someone had introduced her to the concepts, out there in a very different place…

One of those smells was familiar.

The muffled voices, too, one of those was not like the others, not like white cloak and his constant sneery prattle…

No no no, this was a voice she knew.

“…friend?” whispered Briar.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48417529/chapters/165361945

Mind the content warnings on this one.

[shiftyyyy]

faggot ewww ewwwwwww ewwwww you smell ewww you like jimboooo ewwwwwwwww wwww

ewwwww alfred brown smells 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮 hashtag doll eye hate ewwwww mystery looks like ass i bet he smells and his rotting smelly balls smell like ass cheekz like ewww they’re hanging ewwwww old men balls ewwww i also hate your bunniez they smell like baddd ewwww yuki smells so bad she had shit all over her ewwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaa

OKAY NOW DONT START WITH ME YOU SODAPACK SMELLING FREAK. I KNOW I SMELL LIKE JIMBO AND THATS NOT A BAD THING TO ME ATLEAST. SMELLING LIKE SODAPACK IS TERRIBLE BECAUSE THE AMOUNT OF FRUITINESS THEY PROJECT OUT OF THEIR BODYS WHENEVER THEYRE TOGETHER ITS INTOXICATING. YOU NEED TO WEAR SOME KIND OF GAS MASK TO PROTECT YOURSELF FROM THEIR FUMES. THE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE HAD TO MAKE A WHOLE NEW WEATHER WARNING BECAUSE PEOPLE COULDNT BREATHE TO THIS NEW GAS CALLED THE GAY AHH LICE INFECTION, AND YOU ARE THE MAIN REASON WHY IT SPREADS SO MUCH, YOU ARE A THREAT TO THIS WHOLE WORLD. YOU AND BOTH OF THOSE FREAKS ARE GONNA BE SENT TO DEATH ROW BECAUSE THE AWFUL TOXIN WHENEVER YOU GUYS AROUND MAKE PEOPLE PERISH IN MID ARE LIKE THE ASH BABY. YOU ARE WORSE THEN DEAD AURA WITH FLIES.

YOURE HATING ON ALFRED YOU FLYING SON OF A GUN. YOU WONT LIKE IT WHEN I GET MY HANDS ONTO YOU, THAT IS IF I CAN EVEN TOUCH YOUR FRUITY SMELLING AHH. IF I THREW AN AXE AT YOUR HEAD THE BLOOD WOULDNT EVEN BE BLOOD. IT WOULD BE LUCKY DAY FOR A KID WHO WANTS A FRUITY FLIPPING SUNDAE OR SOME CRAP. DONT EVEN START WITH MY WIFE NOW I SWEAR TO GOD. I CAN ASURE YOU HIS BALLS ARE JUST FINE. ATLEAST WITH MY WIFE I CAN GET IT AT NIGHT UNLIKE YOU. IM TIRED OF HEARING BRYCE COMPLAIN THAT YOUR 50 INCH SLONG CANT FIT IN THE TOP OF HIS LITTLE BOTTLE HOLE, “s-sorry babe it’s too big for me!!” TALK ABOUT A STINKY LITTLE LOSER. THE ONLY THING MAKING HIM SCREAM IS THE FACT THAT YOULL NEVER BE ABLE TO FIT IT IN. I TRIED TO PRAY TO KAO TO MAKE YOU GUYS STOP THAT NOT EVEN THE PUREST FORM OF HUMANITY CAN STAND SUCH A FRUITY PEBBLE SKITTLE BURST KOOL AID TUME YUMMIE HAWAIIAN PUNCH SMOOTHIE BLAST SMELLING CREATURES LIKE YOU TWO.

YOU BETTER WATCH WATCH YOUR BACK. I SEE ALL. I KNOW ALL. AND THE FACT YOU THINK ITS OKAY TO TALK ABOUT MY BUNNIES LIKE THAT??? BUNNIES ARE SELF CLEANING, THEY CAN ACTUALLY GET ALL THAT GUNK OFF OF THEM THEMSELV— **CoUgh— COUGH—** OH GOD WHATS THAT SMELL??? OH GOD ITS THE FRUITY SMELLING FREAK THAT CANT DO WHAT MY BUNNIES CAN. I BET YOU SAY THAT THEY STINK BECAUSE YOUR JEALOUS. THEY HAVE WHAT YOU DONT. SO YOU GO AND HATE ON MY BABIES FOR THAT? YOU DONT WANNA SEE ME WHEN IM ANGRY. IM FULL OF PURE HATRED AND DESPISE. IM EVIL. NOW BEFORE YOU GO AND HATE ON ME FOR “SMELLING SO BAD” TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT YOURSELF, GO TO A MIRROR. BUT WATCH OUT YOUR AURA MIGHT SHATTER THE GLASS TILL THERES NOTHING LEFT.

GOOD DAY. 😡

[raintailed]

a litany of silly beasts!!!!!!! for part of funguary week 4!

A bantam slugcat (same species as the Tiny) based on the dewdrop bonnet! They were adopted by a friend.

The Spiked, a scugial based on the false blusher. It was adopted by a friend. It is extremely dangerous perfectly friendly :)

Spike!!!!! (any pronouns) Based on the octopus stinkhorn! Spike finally has a reference hooray! Spike was created by Whispers of Light to be a companion, and the rot is sourced from a naturalized strain called red rot. Red rot is very stinky so Spike is too, although Spike doesn't smell nearly as bad as wild red rot lol

Floop (they/them), based on blue corinopsis! They're a flicker who INSISTED on their plush body being super duper fluffy. Also they are based on a little plush creature I have irl (I bought it online). The creature has a tilted face, so Floop has a habit of tilting their head too :]

[modern-inheritance]

Modern Inheritance: A Word from the Worldly (Eldest Short)

(A/N: The basic thread of this one has been around for a while, but lately I've realized that the first time I 'traumatize' Eragon in MIC, beyond the death of Garrow and the like, is when he first sees Arya's injuries from Gil'ead. In the bits and pieces I have for later Escape series stuff, Eragon has intermittent trouble just looking at her without remembering the wounds and how physically broken she looked. He's shellshocked that another living creature could inflict such cruelty on another, and that others would stand by and not just let it happen, but participate. Other humans!

It still pops up on occasion, even well past the events of Eldest, well into the war and even a few times here and there post-war. It's not an image he can get out of his head. But he learns to look past the wounds, the physical, and more see Arya's spirit as time goes on.

Oh, and a lot of elves? They need an attitude adjustment considering they were nearly wiped out by Galbatorix, a stinky human, with help from the majority elf Forsworn. I'm jus' sayin', y'all are talkin' mad shit for people being in sword poke range once your wards go down.)

~~~

A WORD FROM THE WORLDLY

“A word of caution?” Arya tugged on her elbow behind her head, stretching out muscles stiff from spending days on end pacing around the rafts like a caged animal. “Other elves…” She paused, rethinking her phrasing with a wry grin. “Best way to put it is that I am a horrible representation of my race.”

From where he sat lighting a twig over Saphira’s handily offered nostril, Brom let out a loud bark of laughter. He lit his pipe before taking a long drag and chuckling again. “Understatement of the century.”

“I’m sure it’s not as bad as you say.” Eragon knit his brows together. Brom had already alluded to Arya being…different. But surely….

The elf laughed. “Oh, it’s worse, but that’s beside the point. I wanted to warn you, though, that many elves seem to have the opinion that they are…eh, I wouldn’t quite say immortal, because we technically are, but…ah, indestructible.” She gestured in the air, as if pulling more adjectives from empty space as they floated by. “Infallible, untouchable, perfection personified, incapable of being wounded, beyond the rot and ruin of flesh, deathless in all forms, etcetera, etcetera.” 

‘You missed insufferable, if your description is correct.’ Saphira grunted. 

“That too. To the extreme in some cases.” The grin was a broad smile now, Arya quite happy that the dragon was catching on. “But Eragon, I want you to always remember something, especially if some elf starts harping on you for being human, or starts singing praises to just how ‘perfect’ they think elves are compared to your race.”

Eragon jumped slightly when the woman suddenly clapped her hands on his shoulders and steered him to look her dead in the eye. “We are but flesh, bone, nerve and brain, just like you. None of us are indestructible, none of us are quite as immortal as we think, and yes, we can be hurt, we can be killed, we can be dragged down by the limitations of our flesh and what our bodies can withstand. We are far from perfect, and far from truly immortal.” 

Her eyes took on a darker light, their flame flickering. “You and Saphira, of all people, know that better than most. I might be different in personality and culture than most of my people, but my body is just the same as theirs.” Eragon felt a rush of heat in his face when Arya slid her hands to his cheeks. “Do not forget that. If anyone says humans are inferior, remember that you did what I could not when you killed Durza.” She patted him on the cheek and beamed at him. “And if they don’t let up after Saphira has a go at them, send them my way.”

Unbidden, Eragon saw, for the briefest moment in his mind’s eye, Arya’s mutilated body as she lay unconscious across his lap, his hand shining with the first healing spell as he fought back nausea at the damage. Wondered at how she had survived, how she had fought in this state, shuddered at what else might be under the blood and bruises, the wounds long since healed before she had been sprung from her imprisonment. 

Elves could be broken. In body, yes…but not spirit. 

At least, not her.

Eragon swallowed. He could still feel the imprint of her hands on his face, warm and oddly rough from decades of life in the greater world. “I won’t forget.” 

“Good! Maybe you’ll put a few of them in their place.”

[s4lttted]

TETOCU + LOST IN VIVO

||Cover art was made by the amazing ;; @stinky-pizzahiney . As was the idea for the story. Originally meant to be a well! ,, but I changed it to a mix of my favourite game. Lost in vivo. Art by Lovleypink2005. Written by me.||

||This is just me experimenting my writing side of things ,, stories or small scenarios. Mostly for fun however.||

Chapter one ; Lost Companion.

A dull evening „ possibly past dinner time. But definitely last work hours , his corgi walking ahead of him , the lead wrapped around his hand once to have a firm grip on it , to ensure his pet didn't run away. Melvinborg looked around the street as he walked, it being a gloomy and dull evening.

As he walked „ the bright skies were slowly being overtook by miserable and grey clouds „ like a blanket of dust blocked out the light of the meaning brightness left and its chilly breeze of air. Stuck to a lamppost was a poster of a missing young woman. And the second , it on the floor in the grass , was a newspaper chronicling on about shocking , illegal experiments At a local research facility. leaked by someone named 'Doctor B.'

Interesting.

As he looked away , rain began to pour from the sky „ it not too heavy „ not too light. Eventually it becoming a storm , causing Melvinborg to loose his canine companion in a sudden swell of water.

It taking the terrified creature down a storm-drain. After a moment of panic, and persistence to find the dog, he entered the sewers system.

Underground.

The vulgar smells hit him instantly , causing him to grimace and scrunch his face in disgust „ holding one hand to his nose to block the smells.

The scurrying of rodents. Rats and mice. A few seconds passed and Melvinborg began whistling in hopes to hear from the canine.

Chapter Two ;; creepy Stranger.

Walking forwards , then making a sharp right turn around the next corner „ a flashlight he found to hand „ guiding and lighting the way in the disgusting sewer. After a second. then a third whistle he heard a Bark from the dog. Causing him to change direction and make a left. Trailing that way for a while , whistling. hearing barking.

Time passed and he was getting annoyed „ grumbling under his breath.

The pungent smell of the sewer didn't help either.

After a lot of whistling and receiving echoing barks from his dog , it was soon unheard. Making another turn and stumbling into a room. Stumbling across the residence of a homeless man 'a room? In the sewers? What the.' the half cyborg thought to himself, shaking it off with clear unease as he looked over. The room had a couch „ a red „ torn and old couch. An old TV with a large crack and break in the middle „ clearly it had no glass. Able to see inside of the TV.

It wasn’t a pleasant sight.

A man to his right „ rocking back and forth with a smile of craze „ probably from isolation , was sat on the couch. A red hoodie that had its hood up, staring directly at the broken TV. Completely focused. Melvinborg turned slowly to look at the item too , letting out an 'ugh..' of disgust , leaning closer and shining the flashlight on it. He was greeted with the sight of Bugs. And a lot. Eating rotten food from inside the TV. The crazed male seemed obsessed.

Completely. Engrossed in the disturbing sight of the bugs slowly eating the rotting flesh? Meat? It didn't matter. It was gross whatever it was. And definitely rancid.

He looked petrified. Crazy. Insane? Not normal.

Seeing a note „ set on the television set „ the mysterious yet crazed man wasn't paying attention to Melvinborg. And so he picked it up.

His eyes scanning over it , making sure to not miss anything.

The note read ;;

"There's not nuch on the TV nowadays, So I thought I'd make my own show, I started putting food and rancid meat in the useless old box and all sorts of little critters would come and play.

It was really relaxing to just sit on the sofa and watch them eat. But the small critters started attracting larger ones to the show.

Some horrid, putrid thing kept coming by to watch. So I would just pretend to be asleep till it passed. But I think it knows I'm awake.

I think it's watching me, not the show on the TV."

"..creepy.." he muttered under his breath.

He put it down instantly and looked around to ensure nobody was around. Luckily nobody was.

Walking into the conjoined room beside it was a sleeping bag in the middle of the room. The hygiene was so , very terrible. The smell was worse. Bags of trash in the corner „ and other things and items scattered around. His eye catching a rusty , yet item still of use. A sledgehammer. Picking it up and keeping ahold of it. Going to leave but dragged in by another note on the sleeping bag. Leaning down and picking it up , as he read it „ melvinborgs face was one of complete shock and horror.

"My eyes are useless.

All they do now is sting and show me stuff that can't be real,

If that rancid thing wants them, then I say let it have them."

[cavityguy]

ENTRY #0004

Triphorns are nasty little scavenging... bugs?? We don't know exactly what they are, but I can tell you that they do not fit anywhere in Earth's lifeform progression. Anyway, these things normally feed on dead, rotting things like molded fruit and decaying corpses, spiking hard-to-reach pockets of meat or fruit with its long appendages to essentially spear-fish out the stuff it can't reach. However, upon threats arriving to harass Triphorn groups (they are a social species, living in small herds of up to 15 individuals), the creatures open their mouths and then... lock their heads inside the horn-like shell they have before emitting a noise so loud it drives away predators because of how painfully ear-bleeding the sound they produce is.

These creatures can also skitter up walls and upside down no problem but, funnily enough, they can't swim. Triphorns also fill a much more obscure niche as well, though; fertilizers. Their fecal matter is actually some of the best fertilizer you can get your hands on, with the stinky paste they expel being able to somehow make plants grow to maturity over 120× as fast as what would otherwise be normally possible.

[mpsansy]

I sort of have new names for some Casper characters. I think I have established them, but I'd like to do it again. Just to be clear.

Stinkie is now Rot

Fatso is now Big Fella

And

HotStuff is Inferno.

I'd say they still go by their other names, but hey. Sometimes, having a new name be used is nice.

Anyway, I'd like to feed into my new obsession with some more concepts and junk.

-The desire for living comes and goes for Casper. Not that it's a bad thing when it leaves, yet nowadays? He sometimes gets too wrapped up in these thoughts that these feelings manifest in his corporeal form.

He can't even begin to realize it, but when he feels older. His form looks as such and vice versa. Sometimes, it can be a drag, so to not think about living is preferable.

-Ghosts do have a reflection, believe it or not. But it's so misshapen and blurred that it's almost impossible to take a good look at who they've become. Must be a bummer if a narcissist dies.

-As family relationships go, the one who does hang out with Casper the most would be Big Fella (Fatso). Second to them is Rot (Stinkie), and lastly, Stretch.

Stretch is really set on being slightly distant with Casper, but he himself doesn't know why. All he's aware of is that Casper makes him feel regretful. It's a package he doesn't want to unpack. Ever. So no one should try to attempt or there will be consequences.

-Dr. Harvey works more as a regular therapist in the daytime but does offer services to other individuals that are... quite frankly spooky creatures of the night. And maybe it's his calming nature that attracts them, but a lot of monsters do appreciate his help. So much so that he's been paid really well for giving many peace.

-Both Kat and Dr. Harvey aren’t so scared of the ghosts in their home now that some time has past. So to be spooked by them is proving to be a challenge. Most of which the ghostly trio were working on, but then stopped just cause spooking is meant to be fun. Not feel like work. They made it work and now it’s not even entertaining!

-I’d say it’s very rare, but Casper can be a real nasty fella as he can spit a real mean booger out. Having it stick for a good while. Again. He doesn’t do it, but he can do it. It’s something that his uncles would be so happy to see. They absolutely love to see Casper being a little brat and mischievous little thing.

Dang I’m really running out of ideas to write about :p

That’s about all I have for them

[fishrpg]

2024-12-03: Indiana (Hex 3)

Flat plains roll by, interrupted by scattered stands of trees and the occasional hill. The way to the southeast is prone to delays.

Notable Feature: Hazard (Hitchhiker)

Hitchhikers, both mundane and supernatural, look for rides along this stretch of road. Drivers agree that the best course of action here is to pick up a hitchhiker and attempt to take them to their destination. Each car attempting to traverse this hex must first decide if they will pick up a hitchhiker.

If a car refuses to pick up a hitchhiker, the car risks misfortune. Roll a d12 immediately upon deciding not to pick up a hitchhiker and each time the car enters a hex. The car will break down on roll of 5 or lower, with the number that triggers a breakdown decreasing by one for each hex entered.

For cars that agree to pick up a hitchhiker, every passenger in the car (except the hitchhiker) must make a DC 18 WIS (Perception) check. If a majority of the passengers succeed on the check, the car traverses the hex and deals with the hitchhiker without incident. If the majority fail, the car traverses the hex after suffering a misfortune. Roll a d6 and consult the table below to determine what misfortune occurs.

Whether through a sob story, a robbery, or something else, the car has parted with a significant amount of money.

This hitchhiker needed to go on a meandering route that was not in the way you were headed. Refill your gas tank at the nearest gas station.

An argument erupted in the car and came to blows. Everyone in the car receives Trivial levels of bludgeoning damage.

Many hitchhikers don't have a chance to bathe regularly, but this one was especially stinky. Putrid odors foul up the car for 24 hours and give the party the Poisoned condition until they can rest in a bed.

Inane chatter from the hitchhiker overwhelms the senses. Each passenger in the party chooses to receive either Dangerous psychic damage or a level of Exhaustion.

Upon reaching the destination, the hitchhiker disappears and leaves behind a small object. The object is cursed, and the last person who touches it has disadvantage on all ability checks and attack rolls for four hours. The curse on the object dissipates after three days.

Hidden: The Farmer's Summon

A crass farmer named Tony Watson is performing some kind of ritual at a shrine just off one of the backroads. The shrine is made of stacked stones and rotting wood that is tied with colorful strips of torn cloth. Tony was attempting to summon supernatural aid to stop the wedding of his estranged daughter, Matilda. Since the party arrived at the conclusion of Tony's ritual, he is absolutely convinced that the party will help him for the right price. The wedding will be held somewhere in Minnesota.

Secret: Meat For The Butcher

If you bring a slaughtered cow (or the equivalent of a whole cow in dressed beef) to a certain spot in the prairie, two individuals will approach: an 8-foot tall creature covered in putrid, moss green fur; and a child who newspapers reported missing for several years and has not seemed to age. The child does not speak, but the hairy creature communicates with perfect English and speaks with a voice that sounds disconcertingly like it belongs to a child.

The creature informs the party that it is not yet done with the child, but refuses to elaborate on what it needs the child for. It proposes a bargain: if the creature can keep the child, it allows the party to choose any currently living person to be magically killed or permanently maimed. This event will take place in 6 days and cannot be linked to the party unless the party admits it.

However, the creature will also allow the possibility of relinquishing control of the child to the party in exchange for cutting off a living arm belonging to a party member and never coming back to this spot. The creature does not offer to kill or maim anyone else with this bargain.

Service Station: The Watchman

This service station is tiny and consists two pumps (one diesel, one gas) and an art-deco style building with a sign that says it is open but no one is present at the register or elsewhere in the store. A bathroom is on the side of the building; it is clean, functional, and otherwise unremarkable. There are shelves in the main part of the store that have some old but still edible packaged snacks on them, and there is a note on the counter that just says "Please leave money on counter. Thanks, Mgmt."

The fuel pumps outside are operational, even though there is no one inside. Individuals who leave money on the counter will hear the bell on the cash register ding, but otherwise the station seems abandoned. Leaving money on the counter to pay for snacks and gas allows the party to leave normally. Failure to pay has consequences: driving off without paying for gas will make the stolen gas evaporate within minutes of leaving the parking lot, while eating stolen food will trigger a massive stomachache and the poisoned condition for 24 hours afterward.

[brave-little-mouse]

>Head to town from here.

You decide against going through the shrine keeper's stuff and leave with Chives and Engelbert. You travel southwest for several hours. It's almost midnight when you see the town of Stoneford: A small but bustling mouse town built on the inside of the human well, on top of a small hill.

You manage to reach the gates get in just as the guards are about to close. A few minutes more and you would've had to either wait until noon or climb the wall.

The inside walls of the well are lined with houses and buildings, supported by a rickety network of wooden pillars, planks, scaffolds, stairs and walkways.

You're now standing on the district of Higher Stoneford. Living here is a luxury only the richest mice can afford, as it's the only part of the town that is reached by natural sunlight. Below it lies Middle Stoneford. It has no natural sunlight, but it's relatively dry and comfortable, and mostly free of the smell of the stagnant waters below. And deeper below lies Lower Stoneford, a dangerous district to traverse, as the wood from its structures is constantly rotting from the humidity of The Depths: The stinky, stagnant waters below the town. The only mice that come to the lowest platforms do so to fish the creatures that live there.

A continually lowered and raised bucket provides transport between stations in each district of the town, and the only means of access to the council manors, which are located on the roof of the well. However, at this late time the bucket is no longer being operated. You see a few mice going here and there. Some of them drunk, some apparently working late.

You gain 20 XP for the pips you recovered from the wreckage and brought to a safe mouse settlement.

What do you do? Propose actions in the replies and I'll use them to make a poll.

Yor character sheet:

[upper-moon-4askblog]

What do you four smell like? Do any one of you have different scents if so what is it?

Aizetsu puts his arm to his face and takes a big inhale through his nostrils.

— "Hmm.. Well, let's see.. When I breathe in, I smell the scent of.. death, decay, and blood.. It's a familiar smell to me now.. But it smells.. different for others.. it's not something they are used to.. So I think.. they might think I smell either strong or off-putting.."

He continues in thought for a moment before replying again, thinking about the question a bit more.

Sekido also takes a sniff from the air and tilts his head in thought.

— "I can also sense the scent of death and decay… It's a familiar yet sickening smell… Hm… What do I smell like to others..? Well, I probably smell like some foul and terrible creature of blood and flesh.. And I think my own smell is strong and sickening as well.. I'm a demon, after all."

He pauses to think more, seeming a bit curious about the question now.

Karaku tilts his head, seeming more cheerful and excited at the prospect of this question than the other two.

— "Ooo, interesting question!~ Hm.. What do I smell like..?"

He laughs and twirls around in the air before smiling down at the person who asked the question.

— "I am pleasure itself~ So, I would imagine that I would smell the best out of all of us~ I'd say I smell like warm vanilla, honey, and other sweet smells!~"

Urogi laughs and covers his face with his wings, trying to deny it and seeming embarrassed by the answer.

— "I mean… you're not wrong there.. I'm a demon after all, so you know I smell awful! Haha… I smell like death, rot, and decay! There's no way I can deny that! But hey, that's part of my charm! Right?"

He says with a cheeky smile, trying to deny that he's stinky while also admitting that he's stinky at the same time.

[dragonpaint]

tagged by @godisnji and @lvoryking (i forgor to finish this when i got tagged the first time, thank u for tagging me <3)

favourite colour: green and yellow! love them so much that i have hard time making characters with different colors lmfao

last song: loose cannon by set it off

last movie: uhhhh i dont remember the last time i fully watched a movie from start to end, tried watching barbie and instantly gave up bc the mood wasn't right and had my brain rotted by good omens

other stuff i watched this year: mob psycho s1 and s2, trigun (both old and new, twice) and good omens both seasons (2 and 5 times, respectively :pensive:)

shows i dropped this year/didn't finish: ... im too embarrassed to admit how many shows i didn't finish, but to name a few, mob psycho 3rd season and jujutsu kaisen, liked both of them but my mood randomly dropped and couldn't bother continuing, i still want to watch them soon-ish, got a lot of things i wanna do hhhhhhhh,,

currently reading: the blade itself by joe abercrombie, librarian's suggestion bc i told them to give me any sort of fantasy book

currently listening to: set it off, pierce the veil and my chemical romance; brain has suddenly decided to fixate on Elsewhere album and i cant listen to almost anything else, i throw in a few ptv and mcr songs just to mix it up, i cant stop behaving like a rabid creature (positive) while listening to them, almost every day when going from work i take a detour just to listen to more music and imagine music videos with my blorbos

currently working on: fixing my totally dead pc, trying to get into more "professional" photography for work in hopes if i succeed i get some bonus, thinking whether i wanna learn music theory or how to make my own pants

current obsession: Elsewhere by set it off, good omens, manifesting mcr5, rotating stinky blorbo izzy in my head like a rotisserie chicken, the usual

uhhhhmmm @amatereysu @thevastnessof @cosmosredshift7 @buon-giornos @cyborgdragongirl mutuals whom i love seeing in my notes, no pressure if you don't wanna do it, anybody else is very welcome to do this, go ham!

[androgynousblackbox]

I would write a song about this if I knew how to write songs

I would like to write something about my dog Oscar. About how I avoid looking at his toys whenever I can because it breaks my heart. About how I still curl in bed as if he were to sleep close to me. About how much I regret moving him from right under my leg when he cuddled next to me because he was dirty and away from the blanket designated for him. About how I still sleep in a ball as if giving an space for him to come in. About how I tried to watch movies with dogs and happy endings for all his last night with me, and soon I passed to Winnie Pooh and Breaking Bad because I couldn't stay in silence while I pet him the entire time.

About how I don't know if I believe in an afterlife because an existence where you can't enjoy the food you like or the drinks you love or don't get to hug and your loved ones can't see you or hear you doesn't seem real to me. About how at the same time I don't want to accept that everything about him is rotting underground and there's nothing else, that all the love I had for him means now just me grieving over him and he doesn't know about that because he can't care anymore, and there's no place where he exists. About how unfair it is that love can't make you immortal. About how desperately I want someone to still be for him because, if he is out there, it doesn't seem fair that he doesn't have someone to tell him that he is loved, someone to play with and just accompany him because he never liked to be alone. About how he was just a dog and the phrase "just a dog" doesn't make any fucking sense to me actually because how can any creature just be anything? I am just a human. My life is important and his was too. About how I don't want to hear that it was mercy or there was nothing else I could do, that it was the best for him, that I did the most humane thing, because all I know is that I took him there for the last time and didn't give him the last belly rub because I didn't know the injection would act so fast. About how I am probably a selfish prick because I can't be more glad that he isn't suffering anything at all anymore, because all I have is the awareness that he is not coming back. About how how I cut pieces of his soft white hair to fill a small lilac heart and printed a piece of clay with his paw. About how I buried him with a piece of my hair, because it was only fair that he would take something of me like I took of him, and I buried him with my own hands until my legs hurt for days. About how I can't still talk about him without my voice cracking up and I wouldn't be able to sing this even if I could make it into a song, but I love music and I wish I could honor him with a piece of that inspired by him. About how I know someday I will forget the look on his face without looking at his pictures and I don't want that. About how I loved this stinky fucked up looking, overbite having, hips displaced haver, genetically predisposed to doom, little poodle that never did anything wrong in his entire 12 years of life and deserved the entire world, but somehow was happy with a piece of chicken and sleeping on his own bed. About how a stupid little part of me somehow wishes he could come back to me somehow and how I know that couldn't be. I already had my time to love him, you don't get that twice, and I understand that, but inside I am just the bratty kid that keeps repeating "but I want him now, not anyone else." About how his fur was so soft and I wish more people knew how much it hurts I can't pet him anymore. About how I just keep going and doing my job, about how my friends keep asking how I am doing and all I can say is I keep going because if I talk for longer I will just keep crying and I can't already see the fucking keyboard while typing this. About how I am not brave nor merciful, I just didn't want us to hurt anymore. About how much I miss him and I wish somehow he knew, that whatever little time he had here, I will never regret a single second of me knowing him.

[rock-and-salt]

Been playing Nuclear Nightmare, and got ideas for a more unique/different monster.

Basically Supermassive space jellyfish, that start out as mycelium -mushroom babies

A Lot Of Rambling Below!

Me when the fucking mushroom has eyes that literally follow you around the greenhouse They can close their eyes/blink. There the eyes are under the surface of a clear protective film. They don't need to blink. They close their eyes from sudden bright light/direct sunlight. The young especially close their eyes except for the ones actively looking at something on one side. The more focused on something ex: a simple task like a food-puzzle they will close other eyes that can't see the item to seemingly "concentrate" The mushrooms, when well fed, rarely act aggressively to larger creatures than a mouse. They can be aggressive if not used to people/animals, but also very obviously recognize and remember. They recognize the humans who normally bring them food or water them etc. They often react mildly to their presence, showing the same calmness they have while alone. They will reach out sometimes to gently touch familiar people, only briefly and curiously. They recognize harsh humans too, either wrapping themselves up defensively with their loose roots so only their Hood/eyes are exposed, to watch. Larger specimens will cause serious harm if aggravated, as their roots are rough and very strong. Made for tearing into rotting flesh to feed. The roots have to be cut and the target needs to be removed immediately to avoid serious injury, esp a skin-rotting infection that the sap/blood of the being creates to help it's digestion on rotting flesh. They have been recorded to play when raised around frequent positive human interaction. They love food puzzles, and tug of war. They recognize color, and some have shown to have favorites. Specimens recognize pets, too. A larger specimen can positively interact with a friendly calm dog! There's just high risk of the dog accidentally causing a light injury if they were to directly play and if the dog injected the highly toxic flesh-melting sap... A larger sized individuals in a small hand raised colony has been built a small contraption. one side has a lever the brings can pull to dispense a treat to the other side of the glass wall, when a furry friend visits. ... It's all fun and games raising your little mushroom-alien that's actually a friend. Till it's head becomes weightless and it can suddenly float completely freely from gravity! And it's as big as the huskies! Also. It's as smart and mobile as an octopus. And then not long after all this. It suddenly has a big strong hungry beak. And wants a bit fresher of meat. Now, it still recognizes you, the three other lab caretakers, and the husky that's a bit too friendly and relaxed to be a good work dog as friends! The rest of the humans in the facility, however, look like big tasty morsels.

just stinky. Rotten meat stinky! They prefer rotten meat as the thing they initially bloom from spores in, but then don't mind whatever else is soaked and put in the colony

[10:01 PM]They're most delicate in the first few weeks of bloom, just need to nibble on their initial meat until they grow enough to develop a thicker layer on their body and roots + eyes. Then they are ready to begin tasting more stuff/can out compete any kind of decomposer bug or mold

[10:03 PM]The main green rooms have huge glass windows into the main lab that studies them on one half, to help the things become more accustomed and comfortable with people (the treat dispenser is installed in this area lol)

[10:05 PM]They don't roam or walk in this state, their stems being firm and tough. But they can lean a bit to look around from different angles. That also adds to the feeling of being watched by them. You glance over at the glass where they seem to be mildly scrunched up and eyes mostly closed. You look back down at your work. Time passes. You glance over, and notice the colony has shifted slightly, Bells tilted in a way where you lock eyes with the many* eyes looking back at you*

THEY ARE LITTLE GUYS it's why it got so out of hand up there They are very resilient to cold and everything else once they are able to float and they just keep growing Their eyes have the. Have a texture like a giant squid eye! The eyes are individual, but that outer clear membrane covering them is one thing down the stripe of eyes They don't really like "pets" in the common sense. They do not like their mushroom bodies to be touched at all. They do like to "shake hands" with people, tho. They seem to understand the concept of doing it as a greeting with researchers who enter the actual containment.

Noticeably, they seem calmer with any researcher (new or familiar) after the researcher extends their hand out to let the colony wrap around their hand and wrist briefly and doing an up and down movement before retracting their roots. They will let familiar researchers get fairly close to their actual bodies, esp if the researcher is bringing them a new type of food that's larger than something they can maneuver on their own with their roots. They also have been found to understand the concept of patience around food/being able to wait until clearly given food to take it and begin rooting it. They coil around their bodies protective with roots if a researcher is physically too close, although rarely seeming defensive and more so cautious. They are curious about ppl more, but seem to be aware that people recoil from further touch than on the hands as they will also recoil their roots in response (this is specifically when they are being curious or friendly. )