#he has infected my silly little brain

[bl00dpaws]

imagine your f/o taking your favourite stuffed animal and giving you kisses using the stuffed animal, pretending as if its the one kissing you

[pluotoarttv]

hello wordgirl fandom please accept my offering

[spocktheestallion]

why joel was right to save ellie bc i have a lot of opinions and by god i’m gonna share em

so since the show has premiered i’ve seen this debate flare up again and a lot of people saying joel “robbed the world of a cure” when he saved ellie but lets be real, the fireflies were never gonna make that cure.

first off in the original game the hospital and operating room were FILTHY. and yes in the remaster they retconned it to be clean but that just seems silly to me. the fireflies had so little infrastructure that they were wiped out by ONE angry old man in a single night, where are they getting hospital cleaning crews? where are they getting the supplies to properly and i mean PROPERLY sanitize a working OR? more importantly WHO were the medical staff? what were their qualifications? to pull off what they wanted they would’ve needed a team of brilliant scientists specializing in different specific fields and i doubt any of them had been to med school recently. the outbreak was over 20 years old by that point, and medicine is a continually evolving field. those licenses were EXPIRED and even if they had experience during the pandemic it likely would’ve been in field medicine, which is not the same as epidemiology or neuroscience or any of the things they would’ve needed specializing in to get a cure. also the fact that they were saying “we’re gonna make a vaccine!” was another red flag, bc fungal infections aren’t even treated w vaccines. it just goes to show they didn’t know what they were doing. they were just reckless and desperate and ellie would’ve died needlessly.

secondly killing ellie especially right off the bat would make NO sense. what if they find out later on they need a live subject or more samples or whatever? well too late your only subject is dead. why wouldn’t they do blood tests? imaging? or if the cordyceps is only in the brain you can still do a biopsy without killing the person. again, these people didn’t know what they were doing. they were grasping at straws and even if they had gone through with their original plan they probably wouldn’t have been able to synthesize a cure anyway. the sample would’ve expired or been contaminated in the dirty hospital or they would’ve fucked up their sample through ignorance. the whole rushing straight to pulling ellie’s brain out was ridiculous. they would’ve killed a kid needlessly without a second thought.

which brings me to my next point. the fireflies aren’t exactly cut and dry good guys either. i may be reaching w this and i need to rewatch the premiere episode to confirm this but they don’t seem all that picky about their targets and civilians seem to get caught up in them a little too easy. the fireflies aren’t super concerned about human life if it gets in the way of their cause, i mean they were recruiting young kids and giving them weapons just like fedra did. there’s a reason tommy left them high and dry. they’re extremists and they don’t care who they hurt or exploit so long as it serves their cause. they aren’t philanthropists and they FOR SURE would not have been giving out that cure out of the goodness of their hearts. they would’ve gatekept it to themselves and they absolutely would’ve used it as a recruiting tool or political bargaining chip.

but more importantly even in the very unlikely situation they COULD make a successful cure AND mass produce it AND move it cross country which they clearly don’t have the resources for, there’s no way fedra would’ve let them get away with it. their fascist control is all justified in the name of preventing infection, if the disease is no longer a threat that’s a massive blow to fedra’s power. they might’ve been chasing around fireflies for setting off a few car bombs or whatever but if you think fedra isn’t going full extermination mode if they find out the fireflies have a cure you’re kidding yourself. and we’ve clearly established the fireflies would be crushed if they had fedras full attention given that they were pretty much eradicated by one guy in a single night.

and if we’ve learned anything from our own covid pandemic, it’s that if you want to effectively immunize a whole population it needs to be WIDESPREAD. you can’t just treat a few people and call it a day, EVERYONE needs to take the cure or the disease is going to survive and mutate until it can come back in a treatment-resistant variant again and again and again. and after a 20 year outbreak the kind of infrastructure you need to make that happens is gone. it just doesn’t exist anymore. fedra is probably the only group with the level of organization and infrastructure anywhere CLOSE to being able to achieve that kind of feat and i doubt even they could, and even if they could they wouldn’t.

so the fireflies were NEVER gonna be able to make a cure in the first place, they were NEVER gonna be able to mass produce and distribute it, they were NEVER going to be handing it out to anyone they weren’t tight with, and even if they had been well equipped philanthropists who could make a cure and were actually giving it out freely fedra would’ve crushed them immediately.

and i’ve also seen people argue that either way it should’ve been ellie’s choice but i disagree. ellie was a traumatized CHILD with severe survivors guilt. she was not mature enough or in the right headspace to make that kind of decision. JOEL was the closest thing to a legal guardian she had, and it was HIS responsibility to protect her until she was old enough to make decisions like that for herself AND HE DID. a kid should not be allowed to make that choice even if they want to because they’re a KID. also the fireflies weren’t gonna let joel live anyway, i’m pretty sure they were planning to kill him even if he complied.

and ultimately it’s not like joel was considering all this when he made his choice, he saved ellie because he LOVED her. like i’m sure he picked up on some red flags and knew things were sketch and realized the fireflies would probably fail and she’d die for nothing but more than anything he went back bc that was HIS BABY and he wasn’t letting desperate assholes sacrifice her for their cause. “save who you can save” remember? maybe you can’t single handedly change the world or make some miracle cure but you can do what you can for the people you love and maybe that’s enough. maybe you can never make the world go back to the way it was and maybe you SHOULDN’T but you can take it as it is one step at a time and you can do it with the family you’ve made. i think that’s a much better takeaway and i don’t like how the “joel was selfish and did the objectively bad and wrong thing” narrative in tlou2 minimizes that.

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XVII

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: This is the ending chapter of this story. I hope I made this an enjoyable read for those who were willing to read this confusing yet… silly creation I have made with my brain cells. It has been fun to write and to see people love my characters. I thank you for your encouragement to write more and improve my skills.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // Angst, Death, Violence, Body Horror.

Screeching upon metal wakes up my foggy filled brain. A groan leaving my lips as I move slowly around on the makeshift bed. Filling too weak still to actually make any bigger moves myself. The ache on my neck throbbing painfully like I was infected with a sickness or something similar.

Dragging my hand up through the fabric of the makeshift bed, I carefully placed my hand on my aching neck. Feeling a burning bump there, a sealed wound. What the hell did Dacre do to me? Did Dark Angels have some weird poison in their fangs?

With a low whine, I slowly shuffled on the bed. My muscles burning the moment I sat myself up on the bed. An exhausted huff leaving me at the effort to keep myself steady on top of the bed. My brain, far too woozy to do anything bigger than just trying to right myself on the bed.

Lightly rubbing my forehead with my fingers. Touching my skin felt like fire, like I was boiling my brain from the inside. My forehead burning up, my body shaking like I have a severe case of the flu. It felt like I was leaning left and right to keep myself steady.

A quiet chuff has me quickly looking around me dizzily. My body occasionally failing on me as I try to keep myself up right on the bed. My dizzy eyes looking all around the dark corners of the room for the rumbling sound. Hoping that it wasn’t Dacre returning from whatever he does when he is gone. I didn’t want to encounter him after his… bite.

A glint of silver shines in the dark for a split second. My eyes trying to focus on this appearance. Was this Dacre? Hiding in the shadows, just watching me? No, his armor didn’t have any silver in it. Was this some object I didn’t know of before in this room then?

The object glints again before coming forward, another chuff coming out from the armor, my eyes widening in the realization of the armor color and insignia of the Gray Knight.

The same Gray Knight that killed Clyde, cut him right in half.

I shuffle back on the makeshift bed when the Knight takes another step forward, a low whine-like sound coming from him. His bright blue visor never moving away from my panicking figure. His steps unnaturally quiet for someone so bulked up in heavy looking armor. Yet I notice his steps to be more slower from the first time I saw him, like he was trying to show he wasn’t a threat.

That had to be a trick. No Gray Knight were ever to be so… “kind.” This one only wanted to get my guard down so he can quite literally stab me in the back. To feel me struggle in his arms—

A hiss of his helmet disconnecting from his armor disrupts my thoughts. His hands lifting up the helmet from his head, a strong and chiseled jawline appearing before his pure white eyes glowed from behind his helmet, staring back at me. Long, untouched, white hair falling out from his helmet, making it look staticky.

Just like Salems.

“Where is Salem?” I couldn't help but immediately ask the Knight, looking away from his enticing eyes and at a random wall. His presence commanding: authoritative. This was a trick, this was a trick, this was a trick—

“Our son? He is with the Alpha Legionnaires, little maiden.” The Knight spoke, his voice deep, dominate sounding. His gauntlet placing his helmet on the edge of the makeshift bed.

“Our son?” I question, my eyebrows scrunching together in confusion, looking back up at him. How in the hell could I have a child with him? He was way bigger than me!

“Throne, what did they do to you?” He questions back, gently taking my jawline in the palm of his gauntlet. His form leaning down a bit to my level. My heart beating quickly at his sudden closeness.

“What do you mean?” I respond quietly.

“They took you from me. They took you from us.” The Knight growls lowly, his eyes roaming over my face, almost like he was calculating me. “Four years, I never stopped looking for you.”

Four years? I don’t remember anything then. Is this what they were hiding from me? That I was somehow connected to a Gray Knight out of all the Astartes possible? Apparently Alpha Legionnaires as well?

“They kept moving you away from me.” He reveals, his hand lightly thumbing at my cheek, making my bottom lip bounce every time he traced over it. His eyes tracing over every detail he could. “From my son.”

“I could sense our son’s birth and your demise then.” He continues, his hand gently moving down to my stomach making me shiver as he wraps his gauntlet around it and thumbs at it. His lips very close to my own. “It- it pained me when I couldn’t feel you anymore. I lashed out at one of the Legionnaires in response, just nicking their armor.”

“Throne, I wanted to do so much more.” He hisses through his teeth. “Yet, I knew they were yours just as you are mine. You would never forgive me if I did.”

“…Throne, I miss you.” He suddenly admits with a barely audible whine, placing his lips on mine, a little confused sound escaping me as my chest constricts at his words. His lips kissing down my face, his nose nuzzling into my skin as he inhales. “I miss you so much.”

I whine quietly when he tips my head gently back, attacking my neck with ever growing impatience. Leaving not an inch of exposed skin untouched. Then, he suddenly stops and growls. His tongue swirling in his mouth before he laps it over the bite wound skin on my neck as I wince in his hold. Feeling the ungrateful stinging of the wound as the Knight coated it in his saliva. Purring when he seemed satisfied with his work.

I wanted to whine out his name after such a declaration, but I didn’t know his name. It’s like I have it on the tip of my tongue, but nothing ever pops into mind. My mind going blank with any outcomes.

Though, I remember his name, just… from where?

The Knight quickly lifts his head up and growls at a dark corner of the room. His sound echoing through the room before the knight is body slammed. Armor sparking off armor as the two Astartes snarl and fight one another. Growling things in their gothic I never truly understood.

I sat there on the bed for a moment; stunned at the sudden brawl. Never have seen such a thing happen before. Gauntlets sparking at armor, sounding like they were shattering bones. Inhuman sounds coming from their throats while they both try and get the higher advantage. Their hits growing ever harsher the more they circle one another.

In an attempt to get away from the growing aggression. I slipped out of the bed despite my protesting muscles. The Dark Angel bite having a lot more effect to it than what I had thought it did. I had nearly fell over my own to legs, shaking with each step, my eyes getting dizzy.

I yelped when I felt a hand take me by the hair and shoved me into the ground. My hands reacting quickly to save myself a broken nose on the concrete before my hair was gripped at again, pulling my head back up to meet the unreadable white gaze of the Gray Knight.

“Such a sweet little thing.” Dacre purred; English I didn’t know he had spilling from behind his helmet. My hands struggling with his tightening gauntlet in my hair.

“Dark Angel.” The Knight warns, shifting in his place.

“She tasted sweet too.” Dacre continues, rumbling at the memory. “Had me fuck her while you were unavailable for four years! I thought Gray Knights were better than that?”

“…This ancient Terra is... different to navigate.” He growls lowly, his eyes flickering from me to Dacre.

“Is that so?” Dacre taunts, gripping my hair back as I clench my teeth at the burning pain of it being pulled. “Well, if you were ever more late, I would have fucked her again myself. Provided her with another son; another bond, since you killed my other one.”

I whine at the pain of his grip on my hair and the admission of his unholy plan he wanted to do with me. How could he do such a thing to me? I known him to be kind and gentle, not this… psycho! Perhaps it was all a ruse from him?

“Let her go and I might spare your own life, Dark Angel.” The Knight threatens, his gauntlet twitching. His aura turning cold around him. I would have shrunk away from him if I was able to.

“You killed my bonded! What makes you think I’ll keep yours alive?” Dacre snarls, tugging at my hair. Staining my neck as I cry out. Fuck, do I want to cry right now.

“…You can always get another.” The knight counters.

“Oh, but it isn’t the same.” Dacre huffs. “Perhaps you can find another?”

I choke while an sicking crack fills my ears. My body feeling weirdly weightless. Void of any nerve to feel as I watched myself drop to the ground. Unable to feel the pain of feeling the concrete underneath me. It didn’t feel cold or warm, just… nothing but ringing roars and Salem calling out my name.

“Mother!” I could hear him yell. “Mother! Mother!”

Oh, he sounds happy, giggling in delight. Such a little cheery child of mine. Always running around with a smile on his face. Always there to help me out. Oh, my sweet little one.

Salem is there, crying on his mother shoulder begging his mother to awaken. Please be awake. You’re not really dead, are you? You’re just playing right? You’re just playing! But not matter how many times he begs; she never wakes up.

Not matter how many times Solor had sliced away at the Dark Angel. No matter how many times Solor had flattened the Dark Angels armor beneath him with his gauntlets. The body blood and body matter splatting against his armor as he roars out in anguish.

The only ones that were keeping it together were the Alpha Legionnaires. Asclepius carefully going to work to pull their son away from their little serpent. His own heart weeping at the sight of their unmoving serpent as Salem snuggles into his armor. His breath stuttering while Asclepius himself tries to purr out to their little son. Watching as Hydra gently picks up the limp body of their little serpent in his arms. Hydra’s helmet giving her a little nudge on her cheek and a saddened coo he has never heard from his brother.

Leviathan was tasked to pull Solor out of his rage for just a moment, being the bigger and stronger one out of the other two. He successfully gets Solor to behave he mentions their son as Leviathan suggests cleaning himself off first before reuniting with their son. Not wanting to terrorize their little one any further.

Once remotely in a better position, a few days pass as the four of them take turns properly raising their little son while they try to find somewhere, someone to resurrect their little serpent. Their hearts still clenching, weeping at the death of their little serpent, their little maiden. Yet, they find nothing so far.

So, in the meantime they place her body into a coffin, crafted beautifully by a Blood Angel. Silky flowers lining inside of her coffin. Handpicked by their son and them. Ranging between rose's, camellias, blue iris's, daffodil's, gladiolus, and hyacinths. All perfectly surrounding her body like she was laying in a field of flowers herself.

They let her body rest in that coffin, occasionally revisiting while they search for someone to resurrect their little maiden as Salem is taught the ways of the Gray Knights, being far too similar of being one besides his eyes being off his mother. His height way bigger than an average human. His strength and durability different as well as they hunt down every last remaining human and Astartes associated with her death.

They will have their little bonded and mother once more.

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XVI

ℂ𝕙���𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥: “𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗” 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙

[thatmaxcontent]

East Blue Polycule, yeah? Let me headcanon-dump onto you, stranger who didn't ask for it!

They overall love one another equally (in their own unique ways), but they do have favorites (keep it a secret though 🤭🤫🫡).

Luffy doesn't favor anyone in particular, but he has the most fun with Usopp and the most 'emotional' (big quotes on that) times with Zoro.

Speaking of the Lettuce Demon, his favorite is obviously Luffy, I need not elaborate on this point. He was the first and he will be the last.

Sanji's favorites are Nami and Usopp, Nami in the more silly yet beloving sense. She'll often tease him for being such a simpy simp, but will happily give him some love every now and then. Usopp is constantly around, not just Sanji but the whole crew, and through that Nicotine Kicker kind of just got used to him being THE first one he'd go to (aside captainly stuff and such). They behave more like married folks who've been together for around 10 years most of the time, but this doesn't take away from Sanji's simpyness. Sanji simps for all his partners, but he only visibly does it with Nami and semi-visibly with Usopp. The other two are far more casual.

Nami's favorite is Vivi (surprise! I got this idea from another post, I don't remember the poster, but aaaugh I love it!!!), but out of the crew it's Usopp. Vivi and Nami are one-to-one, the blue gurl isn't dating anyone else. They keep in contact by constantly sending each other letters and SNÄILIN'!!! Usopp is Nami's crew-favorite because... well... they're besties. They bond over so much, and they're the most open in the relationship with one another (close second being Luffy and Zoro tied with Sanji and Usopp, followed by Luffy and Nami, ect ect).

Usopp's favorites are Nami (because of stated bonding) and Sanji (because of their incredible connection), but Luffy deserves an honorable mention as Usopp spends a lot of time and has a blast with him!! Sometimes they also take two-on-two time, rarely it can turn into a little bit of a quiet session, but usually they rave about future adventures and plans. Sometimes Luffy makes Usopp come up with a 'bedtime story', but it's just an excuse to see the sniper get so passionate and think about another adventure!

(This is also from that other poster, aaaaa thank you for infecting my brain with this incredible rot) Aside Vivi, Kaya is dating both Nami and Usopp! They rarely manage to talk, but when they do their sessions are long and if someone disturbs them it's game over for them!

Now onto the funsy headcanons!

Nami and Usopp browse magazines together on a daily basis (sometimes Robin joins them as the cool mother of the group), and they plan some cool and absolutely ✨️SLAY✨️ outfits none of them can ever wear.

Zoro and Sanji have a little bit of a play-competition going on constantly. They get genuinely pissed off by the other often times, but sometimes they make something a competition as an excuse to angrily make out against the kitchen wall (they definitely 'sword'fight about who tops)

Luffy doesn't completely process the relationship as a, well, romantic relationship. He's more in it for the good times, and because he loves the peeps! He's overall fine with more strictly romantically-viewed things, but sometimes he just doesn't want to. One second he will say "Zoro, crush me with your arms", the next he sees Franky and Robin (the cool parents) kissing and he goes "BLEUGH I'm going to need a shovel to transport this bullshit out of my mouth BLEHHHHHH"

Usopp is the most insecure and unstable in the relationship. He's very people-pleasery, while also trying to keep up a persona. If he ever emotionally talks it's usually to Nami, sometimes to Sanji within the relationship, but outside of it he confides in Franky (the awesome dadster) and Jinbe (the ultimately best grandpops). He tries to get better, but fails to realise how. He has fun with everyone, seeks to be around them at all times, but sometimes he can't help but disappear. If you don't see him at breakfast give him until lunch, at that point it's suitable to check-in. Who knows what the thoughts in his head have made him do.

Sanji has a dedicated notebook/ramblebook about each one of the peeps. Sometimes when he can't sleep, or someone just did something he found notable, he whips out a book and starts going "September 1st, 1989, dear diary-" oh shit, wrong fandom.

Zoro is the one that has to be dragged into things the most, he does go willingly as well but his solitude is important to him. This being said he usually doesn't mind Luffy or Usopp chilling around if he's laying back, sometimes they can ramble and do their own thing as well. A lot of the time it's just sitting and silently contemplating on things, with Usopp at least. If Luffy doesn't have stimulation for five seconds he'll gomu-gomu the ship.

Nami absolutely loves physical contact, but sometimes feels bad that she can't see her girlfriends and feel them around. In these cases she'll request some physical space until things have settled, but sometimes that can make her even more clingy. She usually seeks out Usopp, but will cling onto someone else if he isn't to be seen.

Luffy found a new appreciation for various relationship through the polycule. This also helped him think more healthily about his past, those who are gone and those who are alive. He's managed to settle some feelings, but a lot of experiences still hinder his head. He doesn't think about those things that much, and besides if he feels down he will quite literally start deflating. A quick munch of food, mention of stories or a good song will always cheer him right up.

Usopp actively leaves gifts for everyone around the ship (to the ones outside the relationship as well, but extra for the peeps). They're handmade, and they range from silly notes/drawings with cheesy jokes to actual equipment/tools and sometimes even clothing and jewelry.

I COULD GO ON FOR SO LONG, BUT IF YOU READ THIS FAR THANK YOU FOR BEING AN ENJOYER!!!! And drink some water, you're dehydrated you fucking amazing dewdrop angel baby

HAVE A GOOD TIMEZONE!!!

[pinkrose05]

pls do bingo thing for aventurine because that silly has infected my brain 🤪

Things were soooo much easier when I could just hate his obnoxious ass.

I've only recently finished the quest, so I haven't really formulated a full opinion, but yeesh, Aventurine was definitely the highlight of that for me. And I say this as someone who spent all of 2.0 trying to telepathetically set him on fire.

He still annoys me (as you can tell from the bingo choices) but now that I've gained a new appreciation for him after seeing things from his prespective, it's more of the fondly annoying sort. And also the sort that makes me wanna give him many pats and roll him into a warm blanket and take him far, far away from the IPC. I won't spoil anything, but yeah. Yeah. He's a certified poor little guy now.

Would love to see more of Aven in the future, honestly- love him or hate him (or both, which is me rn), he's still a treat to have on screen!

[keirawantstocry]

my brain has become infected and all I think about is poly morning crew and i have a kinda silly idea hehheeh I like to think they have one(1) wedding were they all got married but I also think tubbo would try to convince them to have three(3) (one(1) where fit & pac marry one(1) where pac & tubbo marry and one(1) where tubbo & fit marry) his only reason for wanting to do this is because he wants to get more wedding presents and free shit from people so if they have three(3) weddings they get three(3) times the amount of shit be doesn't even care about the wedding that much he already knows he loves fit & pac he just wants free things hehhe (i have no clue how weddings work but idc i think this would be silly) 

okay so I loved ur idea! but I actually am a big fitpac no marriage person so! I did this but wirh Fit and pac just marrying Tubbo separately <3

Sunny sat in Tubbo's lap as she scribbled on one of the wedding invitations while he frowned softly at her.

“I just don't understand,” he whined as the two men in front of him worked on their guest life.

“Understand what?” Fit asked casually.

“Why we can't have two weddings.”

Pac laughed while Fit sighed for probably the fifth time today. “Tubbo, we have told you like seven times already. We are both marrying you to prove that you mean to us the same amount as to each other. We are not getting married for free stuff from people.”

Tubbo scowled. “What if I just wanna get married for free stuff?”

Pac laughed harder. “We should tell people to bring a gift for each marriage that we're having!”

“Yes!” Tubbo proclaimed. “You get me!”

Fit frowned at the guest list, refusing to look at either of them. “We aren't having two separate weddings guys. We aren't asking people to bring more stuff.”

Pac and Tubbo both whined while Sunny finally wiggled out of Tubbo's lap to grab the guest list out of Fit's hands and start to draw little stick figures on it.

“You guys are ridiculous,” Fit said with a small smile.

“Yeah but you loveeee us,” Pac said throwing himself across Fit's lap. Fit shook his head fondly and started to thread his fingers through Pac's hair.

“Yes. And that's why we are marrying Tubbo. Not for free shit.”

Tubbo sighed before scooting over to slot himself at Fit's side. “Fine but this better be the most elaborate and expensive wedding ever.”

[stiffyck]

oh stiffyck of the scar angst enjoyer variety, i pray that i may get some silly scar angst thoughts - just some little nibbles <3 i am attempting to write out some silly little thoughts for him and yet there are no specific thoughts in my little brain. I fear that i may seem a little wacky by asking for this, but ever since i’ve been on my gtws agenda i haven’t stopped looking at all your art (very beloved slash pos btw)

you do not have to reply to this but just know your art sparks something in me and it inspires me to write for him, but as of yet i do not know what /lh

Oh but of course. I do have more scar angst thoughts for the starving masses.

I like to imagine that scars backstory is basically his TCD series. So, scar is afraid of being lonely and of zombies.

The zombie prank grian pulled on scar at zhe start of season 7? I want to imagine scar panicking the whole time, his mind going back and he has to keep reminding himself that hes in hermitcraft. Hes not back there, in that lonely and abandoned world. But how is there so many zombies? Where do they keep coming from? Was it the infection again? How else would zhere be so many zombies during the day?

And then in double life when Scar gets ripped apart by the zombies? Oh he wakes up in his bed with a panic attack. He basically just relived his death from TCD, of course its gonna have an impact on him.

And the loneliness. Tying it back to last life- scar desperately trying to make friends and allies, never wanting to feel so alone again.

The angst potential with TCD is great you guys.

[yestrnight]

i'm so in love with your slime!reader series, (yes, so is everyone else. but. i'm Different, okay? i'm not Like Those Other Girls) it is infecting my brian

anyways, accept my offering of kaveh brain rot juice

cw for: dubcon, i think this is sexual torture, overstim, unrealistic amounts of cum(?), milking, mindbreak, my debatable writing skills, and lowkey sadism on slime's part

arrest me. i just want to see that man cry. listen, he's just a little soggy bread crumb of a man and i think he deserves to be milked into unconsciousness.

so, one day, like any other, you see kaveh scribbling away at his drawing desk. and as usual, he's having some trouble getting the work done. a bright idea pops into your otherwise empty, slimy head- and helpful little you decides to provide your master with some good encouragement! sucking him off under the desk and denying him release until he finishes his work! totally fool proof.

kaveh gets his work done in record time. is it good? doesn't matter, the only thought running around in his silly little fucked out brain is cumming. and you give him just that. except, you don't stop there.

at this point, all the orgasms have just melted together into one, long, torturously good high. kaveh is sure everyone in the neighborhood has heard his screams of pleasure, but it's not like he's in a position to care. the way you squelch and convulse around his poor, overstimmed dick has him scratching grooves into his work desk. his eyes haven't been anything but white for... how long, now? and he's drooling onto his already tear and sweat stained papers, but how can he focus on anything but the way you're draining his balls right now?

eventually, you've had to start holding him up yourself- his legs gave out a long while ago- but that's fine, at least now you can hold his spasming thighs apart while you fuck open both of his holes, and he's no longer trying to stop you! only now able to babble and sob incoherently, too shaky and ruined to do anything but take it. you do miss his desperate begging, sure, but he's pretty cute like this as well~!

you have to commend this man's stamina; even after being milked for hours, he's still providing you with plenty of that delicious cum you so crave- and he hasn't passed out yet! at least, you think- it's hard to tell at this point.

kaveh makes a noise that's between a groan and a scream; hoarse and low and so utterly guttural when you suck around his abused cockhead, and he might be having a seizure with the way his body thrashes from the feeling, the way his mouth opens in a silent scream, and the way that all that comes out is a choking, broken moan. you think he's orgasming again. but at this point, he's just been leaking cum for you like a faucet.

it feels like an eternity later when you release kaveh, letting his shaking body slide to the ground. his cum and your weird slime fluids mixing and dripping down his thighs, into your body, and onto the floor. just closing his legs feels like too much stimulation. as he struggles to recover, his fingers digging into the cum stained wood, and kaveh can't help but whimper and cry so pathetically, only barely comprehensible in his pitching little whines.

but you got him to finish his work, de-stress, and catch up on some much needed sleep! very proud of yourself, you clean your master (and the floor) up as best as you can at the moment, and drag his limp body into bed, where you can lick up his tears as he clings onto you.

hm... you think you'll do this again.

omg!!!!! this was so hot? op drop your url pls do you have some fics i can binge on...

and imagine! no way can whiny kaveh hide those pretty moans of his, and especially not from his roommate! alhaitham just listening into his senior's whines and your noisy slime noises as you slam your length into kaveh's prostate ◑﹏◐ he's palming himself through his leaking underwear, dick all hard and stiff. he doesn't know who he envies more— you or kaveh.

[idyllic-affections]

angel kisses.

summary. kaveh is always there to kiss away his sibling's pain. trigger & content warnings. brief (unintentional) s/h mentions. tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. hurt/comfort. kaveh & younger sibling!reader. 0.5k words. they/them pronouns for reader. author's thoughts. tbh no thoughts, head empty, only the silly architect. he has infected my brain. he lives in my head rent free! anyways dont worry you guys, this isnt the worst kaveh & sibling!reader angst i have, there are worse things coming teehee 💕💕💕 reader has gifted kid burnout syndrome in this (no they dont. its undiagnosed adhd /hj) because I Am Projecting.

       Kaveh hated seeing his sibling cry more than anything in all of Teyvat.

       He hated the way their lip would begin tremble and their voice would begin to waver when something didn't go the way they had hoped it would. Whether it be a project falling through, or having a thesis rejected, or getting into a debate with their seniors that they couldn't win simply because some of those researchers were too stubborn to admit to a junior that they were wrong...

       He hated the way the Sumeran culture handled the children that seemed to be smarter than the others, plastering silly labels onto them that only served to differentiate them from their peers and set them up for a life of impossible expectations and psychological struggle. Such as was the case with his sibling. Kaveh had seen the effects of labelling first hand one too many times, and seeing his sibling in the state they were in was but a painful reminder that such titles only cause harm. It was why he advocated so passionately against them.

       He hated the way they would whimper, breath stuttering and shallow as they tried to suppress their tears. The aggression with which they rubbed their eyes only made their face puffy and somewhat sore. It could sometimes get so bad that little scratches would line their cheeks; Archons, he loathed the sight of their skin being cut up like that. He hated that he had to guide their hands away, kissing their fingertips with such tenderness, as if to remind them that they should not be using their hands in a way that would only hurt them more. Their hands were not meant for harming, especially not for harming themselves. Their hands were made for greater things—creating, writing, being held—anything but harming.

       He hated the way their soft cries always ended up breaking down into sobs when they were alone with him, how they would weep into his shoulder as his hands stroked up and down their back soothingly.

       They were so pretty when they weren't crying, he thought. He much preferred seeing them smile, even if it was at his own expense. He supposed he could stand to lose a petty debate with his annoying roommate if it were to make them giggle. Kaveh loved seeing them happy; they were just so stunning when they were, outshining even his most remarkable achievments.

       In a way, though, he knew very well that this side of them was equally beautiful in its own right.

       Voluntary vulnerability was such a wonderful thing. It was as if they were placing their fragile heart in his hands to protect and care for in their toughest moments. He always had and he always would. Trust like that... even the gods above would envy how fully they trusted Kaveh in their most emotional times.

       He'd drop anything to kiss away their pain; he cherished his clients, but he cherished his sibling much more. Their health, physical or mental, came before all else.

       "I love you," they murmured softly, tiredly, eyelids fluttering shut as they leaned further into his embrace.

       The gentle kisses he left on their eyelids were enough to indicate that the sentiment was very much mutual.

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot! angel kisses are kisses placed on the closed eyelids of another. they communicate a deep sense of fondness and protectiveness over the recipient.

[sunlitmcgee]

that comic of cSchlatt being awful to cTubbo about his little button up has infected my brain. Woke up with the concept of Tubbo trying to wear his old green shirt when he's bigger and it not fitting over his shoulders and belly and him being so so sad when one of the buttons comes off and cTommy being like "Hey it's okay! I can adjust it so it fits you" because you're never too old for the things that make you happy and he's never gonna be too old or too big for that silly little shirt. anyway good morning

[pinkcdraws]

AAAAHHHH THE WAY YOU DRAW MIKE AND NESS IS SO ADORABLE!!! (Especially Mike 🥹❤️❤️) YOUR ART IS INCREDIBLE 🥰😍

Do you have any head canons for them?

THANKS SO MUCH AAAAAAH

Well for my individual hcs:

Mike: bi, aroace (demiromantic specifically)

Ness: gayest man alive and he's asexual (I'm ace and I get to make them both ace mwhaahaha)

As for hcs about the two of them, I've talked to people about them but I have such a hard time digging into my head to remember the shit we came up with. But just thinking about them rn, I love thinking about their first meeting- Mike taking Abby to Sparky's and they are greeted by Ness; he has to be new bc Mike's never seen him before. Mike IMMEDIATELY feels his heart flutter being around this guy. Ness has such a bright and happy energy to him that Mike is not used to (besides Abby) that it's hard for him not to be infected by it. Mike's never shown interest in anyone ever, so of COURSE Abby makes fun of him for it (next time Vanessa comes over to watch Abby, she tells Vanessa about it and now Mike has to deal with two little menaces making fun of him). Ness wouldn't say it but he overheard Abby teasing her brother about his little crush and to say Ness was over the moon was an understatement (can you blame him have you SEEN Mike like got damn-)

Maybe this is also me just projecting onto Mike as someone who considers themself on the demi spectrum? But Ness being the first person Mike ever in his life has caught feelings for (because he just got to the point where he just thought he'd never like anyone that way) UGHHNM,BGBGH idk makes my brain go a little silly

ANYWAY I didn't mean to actually ramble that much but hahahahahahahahahahahahha you guys should send me securitywaiter hcs bc the brainrot isn't getting any better

[ladylovesloki]

I currently have pink eye so can we get Loki comfort -anxiety anon

NGL I saw pink eye and comfort and my brain took it from there 🤷🏻‍♀️..I hope you like it, thanks for the request 💚🖤

Title: Pink Eye

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Reader has pink eye and Loki is there to help

“Pink eye (conjunctivitis) is an inflammation or infection of the transparent membrane (conjunctiva) that lines your eyelid and covers the white part of your eyeball. When small blood vessels in the conjunctiva become inflamed, they're more visible”

Loki reads the definition of pink eye on his phone.

“Ughhh.” You’re currently laying on your bed with a warm compress on your eye.

It wasn’t painful just uncomfortable and unsightly, certainly not something you want your boyfriend to see but he insisted.

“The recommended treatment is eye drops.”

“I don’t have eye drops..”

“Yes well it also says it’s recommended you use a cold compress not a warm one.”

He takes the warm cloth from your face and uses his control over his glamour and cooled down the towel. He doesn’t hand it back to you, instead he softly places it on your face. He takes your hand and places it over the now cold compress so you can take over holding it in place and continues to scroll through his phone for remedies.

“Let’s see…ah chamomile tea!” He holds out the hand not holding his phone and conjures a cup of hot chamomile. Which you gladly sit up and take into your hand, enjoying the contrast from cold to warm from your hand being on the cold towel on your face.

“We can try putting salt water in your eye as well if you’d like.”

“No..no thank you. I’ll go to the eye doctor tomorrow and have them give me some drops.”

“You know we could just go to Banner and he could get you something..”

“No, I don’t want to bother him for this..he has more important things to do.”

“On the contrary my dear, I find your well being very important and if it’s important to me then it better be important to everyone else.”

“This isn’t Asgard Loki, people aren’t going to jump at your beck and call.”

“Why not?”

“Because Loki…you are not on Asgard, this is Earth. A planet you tried to rule don’t forget.”

“Oh I will never forget that darling, that silly attempt at ruling helped me get closer to you after all.”

“Flirt.”

He smiles at you, “you love me.”

There’s a knock on the door and Loki gets up to answer it.

You hear some mumbled speaking and then Loki pokes his head in the room.

“Now darling, I don’t want you to be upset.”

“What did you do?..”

“Hey y/n…” Loki opens the door a little more to reveal Bruce Banner there with his medical bag.

You roll your eyes at Loki and then look to Bruce, “Bruce…You didn’t have to come here..it’s just pink eye…”

“I know Loki told me but if left untreated you could get a nasty infection and it could get worse..humor me..” Bruce smiles kindly at you.

Loki sits on the chair opposite the bed, watching Bruce inspect your eye.

“Yup definitely pink eye..” he reaches into his bag and pulls out a small bottle of eye drops.

“Use this twice a day, once in the morning and once at night before you go to bed and it should clear up in a couple days.”

You immediately put the drops in your eye and feel instant relief.

You keep your eyes closed, “oh thank god..that feels amazing.”

“You’re welcome darling, but the person you should be thanking is Bruce.” 

You crack you eye open and look at him, “hush you.”

“Let me know if you need anything else y/n.” Bruce says and stands.

“Thanks Bruce.” You smile at him.

Loki stands from his seat and walks Bruce out. A short while after that Loki walks back into the bedroom looking a little bashful.

“I know you’re probably upset I notified Banner of your ailment but darling I can’t see you in such discomfort. Not if I can help it. If I had the ability to take it completely away from you believe me I would have. Maybe after some more time, Odin will grant me a little more power, I just need to prove myself and I will be at my full strength. Nothing will be able to harm you then.”

“You’re so sweet honey, thank you..” you hold your hand out telling him you wanted him to be closer. He walks over to the bed and takes your hand, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the back of it. 

“Would you like more tea? I have enough magic to conjure you another” he smiles.

“Yes please..” You’re not really used to someone taking care of you like this. You and Loki have been together a little less than a year and he is certainly the most attentive boyfriend you have ever had. It was like he knew what you needed before you did, that came in handy in situations like this. Or…you know.. 

He refills your cup and hands it back to you, he also takes your compress which now is about room temperature and uses his jotun cold to cool the towel down again. He sits down on the side of the bed by your hip and again places the cold towel on your face. 

“Between this and Banners drops you should be well soon. Everything I read says you just need to keep the eye clean and no rubbing it..” he gives you a pointed look.

“What??!! I do not!”..he continue staring at you.

“It itches…” you say sadly and stick out your bottom lip.

“I’m sure it does my heart but that will only make it worse, let the drops do their job and I will do my best to keep you comfortable.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” You ask him, truly not comprehending how you could be so lucky.

“Loved me…cared for me…became my one true friend in this entire universe.” He tells you seriously.

“Thor is a true friend to you…” you say exasperatingly.

“I know, I know but he’s my brother, mother made him be my friend.”

“Oh please, he loves you. You’re the one who tortures him.”

“He asks for it.”

“How? By existing?”

He rolls his eyes, “that’s enough out of you, the medication is making you say things you don’t mean.”

You laugh, “they’re eyedrops not muscle relaxers!”

He tickles you and goes to kiss you but you move you face away from his.

“Oh God don’t kiss me, I look horrible.”

He looks at you deadpanned, “you’re serious. You mean to deny me because of your eye?”

“I don’t want you to have this image of me stuck in your mind.”

“And what image is that?”

“My swollen, sickly looking pink eye?”

“I must admit this will be something I remember but not in the way you think. I won’t think back to this moment and feel disgust. No…all I will feel will be the immense amount of love I feel for you and the feeling of loving someone so deeply that even something as silly as a swollen sickly looking pink eye could almost bring me to my knees. I will remember the consuming feeling of needing to find a comfort for you, the lengths I would go to keep you safe and happy. Sweet girl, I will think back to this moment with fondness for the rest of my days.”

“I’m not crying, it’s the eyedrops leaking out of my eye.”

Loki rolls his eyes, “uhuh..sure darling.”

He kisses you on the cheek and proceeds to get in bed with you to cuddle just the way you like. He lays sitting up against the headboard and he places you on his chest, he take the towel from your face one last time and cools it. He places it back but he doesn’t move his hand, he holds it against your face, cradling you against his chest. The warmth of his body and the cold from the towel were making you fall asleep. Loki can feel your body start to go slack.

“Rest my darling, you will be better tomorrow.” He kisses on the top of your head.

You don’t say anything back, you are asleep before he finishes his sentence.

The end…

[roses-in-antarctica]

Stupid insane Monkey Wrench theory that I may or may not turn into an AU based on this ss that caught my eye

Everything here is copied and pasted from Discord because I was going OFF with this thing bro like damn

Me: Who the fuck (referring to the ss)

I’m staring at the picture frame it’s sitting on

Friend: I'm not 100% sure on the photo tbh? Might be something in the future or maybe it's a cameo I'm not sure of

Me: It apparently gets destroyed im assuming- so yeah I guess we won’t really know :(

My money is that it has to do with Scratch and Scritch, I mean why else would he of kept it? (Aside from the fungi splatter that gets caught on it)

Friend: It could also be the remains of the ship that was infected by the fungi! Maybe it's a photo of the couple there & Scratch & Scritch wanted to keep it to sell

Me: I gotta look into their backstories real quick. If it is what I possibly think it is, I’m going to go ballistic

*Theory starts here*

I didn’t get much on the wiki but i have an insane fucking theory that Scratch and Scritch are possibly just ex human scientists who have placed their consciousness in the bodies of lab created anthro like cats. That’s their old ship that they most likely abandoned, and aside from leaving a ton of things behind and having it possibly ransacked by the Space Pirates— they revisited the ship to possibly loot off whatever they could possibly find that’s left

However their little exploration was cut short due to running into the Agari who must’ve found refuge in the abandoned ship. Thus leading Episode 3 to unfold, and leave Scritch and Scratch with one less memory of their past lives they can no longer return to. The girl in the middle I have no idea who it is

But my first instinct instantly jumped to Kara

Like Kara, Scritch, and Scratch were all just a small team of scientists exploring the unknown and shit just went fucking haywire. Scratch pretends like nothing happened while taking on this punchable salesman persona (that he drops rather quickly sometimes due to his temper)

While Scritch and Kara don’t dare speak in general because of it. Scritch was already most likely mute, but his interactions with his brother are much more distant now. He doesn’t really get a second word, nor does he fight it anymore. He simply complies even if it’s unethical, he is simply doing what he is told, waiting for the day to probably get a chuckle out of Scratch’s stupidity.

This is like the dumbest thing I have come up with because my friend confirmed that Zeurel had already confirmed that Scritch and Scratch are just silly little alien cats but MAN. My brain + anything that hits at anything? I cannot resist dropping my stupid little ideas <3

Anyways Here is an au variant of an oc of mine to fit the Monkey Wrench universe :3

I shall ramble about Zane another time mwahahaha

[thekrows-nest]

Krow has been on my mind for the past day or so like I even went to sleep thinking of silly little scenarios

like, I imagine that since Shalls isn't big on elaborate displays on some regular day while he's laying on Krow's lap probably drawing he"d just go-

"Hey Krow? *Pause * Wanna get married?" Very casually, doesn't even look up at Krow. I feel like Krow might not believe it at first so Shalls sits up on the couch/bed/where ever and holds him by the cheeks and asks him again with a goofy but loving grin. Like its all very out of the blue, cue happy noises from Krow and Shalls slips on one of his rings onto them. He'll buy a proper one later.

Shalls had a very short thought process behind it like, he loves krow, he likes the idea of spending the rest of his life with him so he says fuck it marriage time babeyy

sorry for my ramblings i just felt like i had to get it out 👉👈

Yesssss let the little birb infect you brain. /lh

Lol krow absolutely would be like "...W-what??! R-REALLY??!" and when Krow confirms that he is, in fact, not joking, he would be so thrilled, making his little delighted noises of happiness. He would gaze lovingly at the ring and give another squeal.

"C-can I have t-this? R-really? Ah! I-I'll need to g-get you a proper ring! T-this is so exciting!" The artist would be on his feet, kind of pacing around and just happily babbling about wedding stuff and what to do.

"W-what kind of wedding w-would you like? I... I-I don't have much m-money b-but whatever you'd like, I-I'll do my best to m-make it a reality!"

[screamingghosts]

this silly little man has infected my brain once more like the little parasite he is (affectionate)