This Guy From The Tubi Ad All Over Tumblr Right Now Is An Avatar Of The Flesh!

I made a worm plushie in honor of Worm Wife Jane Prentiss (I know her worms are silver but i didn’t have silver fabric so I went for like ur standard flesh-eating worm)

I’m gonna try to update the design closer to canon constructive criticism would be appreciated :)

idk how to finish this but i couldn't stop thinking about it

The kid is not actually sick but is contagious…they’re like mom I can’t go to school I have chicken pox and then the mom is like no u don’t go to school and then there’s a chicken pox outbreak at the school

Avatar of the Corruption but it's a small child pretending to be sick to get out of going to school

The vast mentioned certified tma post you will be hearing from mike crew any day now

psychology, as written by me and @leastparanoidandroid

anxiety the Vibes

depression the Void

adhd the Vortex

executive dysfunction the Vast

depersonalization/derealization the Vacancy

autistic masking the Veil

intrusive/obsessive thoughts the Vacillation

sensory overload the Very

(yes, we have more, including the Viscera, the Vituperative, the Vice, the Vicissitude, the Vertigo, the Valley, and the Verisimilitude)

Dylan Anderson I see your monster pig and I raise you three pigs that KNOW you are holding a large quantity of ice cream

All three pretended to be asleep and then cornered me as soon as I got past their fence

Truly diabolical creatures

it came to me in a moment of clarity

Well you see Joe Spooky has witnessed many sinister happenings…

I wonder how freaky you have to be to be somebody like @joespookysstatements

Statement of Joe Spooky regarding a rude awakening: I just got woken up by a very loud train horn which sounded exactly like a calliope organ and for a second I thought I was gonna die in the Unknowing

speaking of TMA. idea for a corruption & stranger avatar couple that came to me in a dream

Everyone hype up my sister’s writing she’s an avatar of the corruption or something the way she was feeling that Crawling Rot

I think I’ll crawl off into the forest and give my body to the earth and the bugs. My flesh is battered, stained, and stretched almost to the point of rupture. I’d much rather leave this withered skin lying languid on the earthen floor, to be lovingly lifted from pearl pieces of bone by kind maggots. Dozens, hundreds, thousands of little insectoid legs will so attentively massage tense, gleaming muscle, and detangle gnarled bundles of nerves until it all melts into the mud. My thoughtless brain will pour from open eye sockets as tears of joy, my blood will pool beneath me unhurried as sweet golden honey. My organs, nothing more than shining baubles, will adorn the dull ground at my feet. Porous bones, free from awful, smothering tissues, will finally, gratefully, breathe the fresh air and sip the morning dew. The refreshment will be a welcome relief, after choking down my festering, bodily slime for so long. Joints will slip from their rusted hinges at long last. Please, do not weep for me, I promise that I will not go to waste. Eagerly, I will provide an elysian shelter for the foxes who sleep nestled in my hollow rib cage, feasting on discarded limbs. They’ll wail with the breeze as it whistles between the gaps in my teeth, and curiously sniff at the wildflowers as they begin to gingerly poke their way through the cracks in my smile. Then, the sun will sink, burying itself below the soil where I rest in my bliss, and the night sky will drape a sidereal blanket over me, keeping me perfectly warm even in the absence of skin.