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I am the mold, the filth, the primordial sludge from which all terrible things birth. Abhoth The Unclean RP Blog

[festeringfilth]

                                         Independent Mostly                              Headcanon derived Abhoth the Unclean

                                           Written by CJ

No Godmodding or metagaming Pronouns - They/Them or She/Her Blog is 18+  Mun is 25+ Pre-established relationships welcome

Est: 2018~ Remade: 2023

CARRD

Mutuals Only    -   Always accepting new threads   -   Slow replier   ADHD confirmed, autism spectrum suspected. Might need peeps to be blunt with me sometimes.

Several triggers will be present here some at the very minimum are:

Gore - Murder - Blood - Body HorrorCosmic Horror - Sadism - Torture

Like seriously this here is the big warning that there’s gonna be disturbing imagery

if you need anything tagged hmu

[festeringfilth]

-vomits-

[hexsreality]

Wanda's violet eyes followed the sound of the voice, her gaze landing upon the being that was manipulating the corpse like a puppet. Somehow it reminded her of herself, a puppet being manipulated by a higher being, and she was of course the puppet. "What does that make me? I am a human, but I am something more than a human. What am I in your eyes?" It wasn't often Wanda actually got to talk to higher beings; she didn't want to lose this opportunity to ask one a question about herself. 

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"You, dear girl, are a transcendent." Filth does spill from every exposed orifice of this shambling puppet. Burning itself with rot, not meant to sustain or allow for habitation of such possession of unnatural things, it cracks and creaks with every uncanny movement this maker of monsters takes. "A pathway, a gateway, a nexus. Some may say for magic. But that is so ethereally limited in scope. Is it not?" Breaking, snapping, cracking, the head jerks off to some harsh angle, those sunken eyes dry and unblinking while they linger upon her. "What does the Scarlet Witch view herself as?"

[jonny-be-gewd]

x

[jonny-be-gewd]

Mister John (2013)

[festeringfilth]

Gluttonous Starving Protean Mass. Source of All Monsters, Home of All Filth.

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"How utterly indecent and insensitive. Hunger, feeding, clinging to the fabric of life against all odds. The direction of lice has more concisely an end as it does a beginning. Mankind serves no purpose, no direction--"

[hexsrealityarchived2]

"I was merely being generous with that comparison." Wanda chuckled darkly while giving a nonchalant shrug at the same time. The merging of herself with Chthon, caused Wanda's thoughts and the god's to merge as well. It made the two share the same thoughts and ideas, to the point where it was indecisive where Chthon ended and where Wanda began. She didn't need Chthon's thoughts to know how cruel and evil mankind could be.

☽◯☾┄─ @festeringfilth || ᵃᵇʰᵒᵗʰ (ᶜᵒⁿᵗ.)

[festeringfilth]

The scuttering legs of a single independent beast teases from beneath whatever wrappings this protean thing adorned upon the corpse it inhabited before as quickly they are silenced forever. Consumed by the same mass that they spawned from. Dark lined eyes, beaming with the light of that sickly amber color trace over her form before bluing lips are pulled taught at the edges into a horrific smile. "Cattle. That is all it can bring itself to see these pitiful little things as. Roaming. Fucking. Festering. Beneath the tendrils of their betters they are but feed for the likes of my children."

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@dilffactory liked for a starter

The buzzing of infernal unearthly insects fills the quiet air to land in an absent palm. Eldritch marionette weaves so delicately through the air in jerking uneven motions, before fist clenches and in a burst of amber ichor the idle fist crushes the disgusting little wretch, it's blood and being promptly reabsorbed into the body of this terrible thing.

"The sibling of ours sings quite so fondly of a pantheon emptied to nothing but bone and blood. Feasts of the divine are so rare when halls of worship are empty." Voice is as unnatural as the movement, the sunken black eyes, or the sickly pale skin. Diseased pestilent eyes trace along bony fingers, oozing shimmering pustules that litter the back of the palm. Crooked features contort into a corpse like rictus of a grin, accentuated by all the spider web like veins that press black patterns along that emerald tinted grey flesh.

"It does hope that this form does not turn you away. Little Rabbits do have habits of scurrying when spooked."

[jonny-be-gewd]

𝙋𝙚𝙩𝙮𝙧 𝘽𝙖𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙣 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨

𝘚5𝘌03 "𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸"

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@hexsreality liked for a thing

The rotten form of the figure jerks to life at the presence of another. Especially one so-- A mortal thing, a third dimensional being who existed as a living nexus to all realities. Something quite intriguing. Very uncommon. Relatively so anyway. The reactions are delayed, the perk to its features, the smile coming to its face. Like a puppeteer attempting to find the correct way to twist the strings to get its little wooden figure to dance. And so when it dances to life it's as ever unnatural as the stenches emanating from it, and the viscous amber fluid that eternally finds itself staining this creature.

"You have one inside you." The voice breaks out, the shifting oozing thing beneath the surface urges the vibrations of the deceased's vocal chords. A crackling laughter from within this sickening creature. Whole physical form shifting and undulating.

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Who wants a starter???

[jonny-be-gewd]

Frank Kinsella in

KiN S2E08

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anyway, i reedited old things

[hexsrealityarchived2]

Lyric Starter Post ⤷ Accepting!!

❝ Since dawn of time the fate of man is that of lice ❞

☽◯☾┄─ @festeringfilth || Ghost B.C.-Year Zero ☽

[festeringfilth]

"How utterly indecent and insensitive. Hunger, feeding, clinging to the fabric of life against all odds. The direction of lice has more concisely an end as it does a beginning. Mankind serves no purpose, no direction--"

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anyway hi

hello

abhoth is not the physical body you see

and i don't mean that in the avatar sort of way i mean that in the way that the amber protean mass is inhabiting the gaunt skeletal corpse and spewing monsters from its body while flowing through its veins and pulling at nerves like puppet strings.

[festeringfilth]

Gluttonous Starving Protean Mass. Source of All Monsters, Home of All Filth.

[bigeggs]

Abhoth “The Source of Uncleanliness”