#my little plague

[rainblue-art]

Plague doctor pony!

This turned out better than I expected so I might make it into a full drawing another time. Thank u for this prompt!

[missusmousse]

[thatonebipotato]

i dont really do fake twitter things like these, definitely dont make em, but i keep rereading this one fic where people just wanted bernard so i had to do it

[desertowlet]

Did you know you're all my very best friends?

[cosmicrhetoric]

s1 vs s2

[washingtonwhitemarkiplier]

make him pray

[aziraphale-is-a-cat]

Just a Kept-Their-Powers Everlasting Trio AU where the Justice League meets a Team Phantom member other than Danny, ie Sam, Tucker or Valerie, and assume, because Danny doesn't go out of his way to transform and fight others, that he's just their guy in the chair.

Danny never had any love for heroing the same way his friends did, and when they eventually had the manpower to hold down the fort without him, they all agreed that it would be better for him to lay up the mantle and pursue a career like he always wanted.

So by the time they all meet the Justice League and team up, Danny is just their aerospace engineer friend for works behind the comms, and Team Phantom is a quirky little name.

And maybe some day they need his help and he intervenes, or maybe they ask why so many overpowered heroes trust him, or why their name is team Phantom, and he explains.

Danny explains that even if he lost his childhood to responsibility and that even if he was the most physically powerful of the group, that didn't mean he was mentally or emotionally strong enough to handle the stress. That it was a relief to finally hang up the metaphorical cape, pursue his childhood dream career, and mourn his own death.

And maybe this resonates with Bruce, who'd always put on the cowl out of a pressing need to take responsibility. Bruce who now had a whole family behind him to pick up the slack he left behind and let him retire in peace, to live out the rest of his life long and fulfilled. Surrounded by family he would no longer feel the urge to push away from an ideological standpoint, instead embrace and care for.

[beomgyutruther]

the raven boys // fanny and alexander by ingmar bergman // the raven boys // blue lily, lily blue // gentle.earth // the raven boys // your best american girl by mitski // the dream thieves // your best american girl by mitski // blue lily, lily blue // i'm your man by mitski // the raven boys

[toshidou]

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝟏𝟖+

currently thinking about how much Logan loves teasing you just so he can smell the way it affects you; touching your inner thigh under the table mid-mission briefing, catching your waist to whisper utterly debauched things into your ear as he passes you on the corridor of the mansion.

all so he can watch the way your pupils blow out, irises engulfed in black, and a second later it always hits. the smell of you, sweet, rich, and heady, so strong he can almost taste it.

he knows how much it riles you up, knows you're only able to focus on him for the rest of the day, too far gone to think about anything other than the crooned promises of absolute filth he pressed to your temple hours prior.

it's the ultimate possession, knowing with absolute certainty that the only words rattling around your skull are his, knowing it's only a matter of time until you have no choice but to track him down, stalking across the mansion until you corner him in his room.

of course he could smell you coming several doors down, waiting for you with a raised eyebrow and cocky smirk you want to kiss clean off from where he resides, sat at his desk.

"you're cruel, Logan."

you'd hiss, fingers curled into tight fists against your side, nails pressing so hard into the flesh of your palms they'll leave red crescent indents embossed into your skin. he'd laugh, the sound all smoke and crackling embers, thighs spread over worn oak chair legs as he leans forward, lit cigar hanging from his fingers.

"sure. but you're wet."

[beanjang-draws]

Plague Ponies - Obligations

CONTENT WARNING: Death mention, disease mention, implied suicidal ideation

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Summary:

After sending Apple Bloom away, Big Mac confesses what happened with Nurse Sweetheart to Twilight.

Big Mac has accepted his fate and asks Princess Twilight to help him prepare, only for her to present him with another path. For Big Mac, the choice was never up for question.

Transcript below:

Title Page:

Plague Ponies Episode 5: “Obligations”

After sending Apple Bloom back to the house, Big Mac reveals to Twilight what happened with Nurse Sweetheart…

Content Warnings: death mention, disease mention, implied suicidal ideation.

Comic Start

Twilight Sparkle: Big Mac, this is—

Big Mac: Now that you know, in a few days from now…please dispose of my body.

Twilight Sparkle: What? Hold on—

Twilight Sparkle: It was self defense. You made the only choice you had.

Big Mac: Princess—

Twilight Sparkle: You don’t have to call me that.

Big Mac: No, I do.

As he continues to speak, Big Mac turns away from Twilight, stepping past her and deeper into the barn.

Big Mac: Princesses…they’re—you’re supposed to help us, aren’t you? I’m sorry, Princess. There’s nopony else I can ask this of.

Twilight’s expression changes to one of shock as she begins to understand Big Mac’s full circumstances. Big Mac stops to observe Apple Bloom’s project.

Twilight Sparkle: Your leg…

Big Mac: Apple Bloom’s getting to be a real talent.

Big Mac: Don’t tell the others, Twilight. I don’t want them to know.

Twilight Sparkle: No.

Twilight Sparkle: I need you to promise…not to say a word about what I’m about to tell you.

Big Mac is startled, but nods in assent.

Twilight Sparkle: Thank you.

Twilight begins to use her magic, washing her eyes with her signature magenta as she retrieves a tarp from inside the barn. As she works to hide Nurse Sweetheart’s body, she continues to speak.

Twilight Sparkle: There’s a new sickness going around in Equestria. The initial symptoms appear similar to rabies, but they diverge as they progress. Luckily, it hasn’t been killing as quickly as rabies does.

Big Mac looks stricken at the last bit of information.

Big Mac: Do you think Nurse Sweetheart could have lived, then?

Twilight Sparkle: No, I don’t think so.

Twilight Sparkle: From the sounds of it, she was too far along for us to treat. We can only go off of what we know, and right now, we don’t know much. But we’re trying to change that.

A far away look comes over Twilight as if an idea is occurring to her.

Twilight Sparkle: If you’ll work with us and let us try to help you, I can keep you hidden until we figure things out. What do you say?

Big Mac is surprised by the offer, and only needs to consider it briefly before his mind turns to his family. The scene he pictures is a nostalgic one of Granny Smith reading to a younger Apple Bloom and Applejack.

Big Mac: Yup.

End of transcript.

[rainblue-art]

Dr. Thorn 🥀⚰️💀🧪🩸

I made a plague ponee.

Inspired by The Mortuary Assistant and that plague doctor living in the Gangsta’s Paradise.

[zhe-venven]

[seiwas]

cw: happy tears and tickle fights, birthday celebrations and other things. unedited sawry. ‼️ FIC SPOILERS PAST THIS PORTION OF THE CONTENT WARNING ‼️ pregnancy.

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hajime’s birthday this year is different.

you don’t celebrate on the day of, contrary to your tradition of keeping it free no matter what. instead, you decide on the weekend, taking time to prepare his gift while he’s out of town.

the sunday morning starts out slow, a late wake to his usual 5:00 a.m. runs. you shift beside him, turning to snuggle deeper into his hold.

you weren’t able to wait for him last night, any hour past midnight simply impossible for you to keep up with these days.

your breath puffs out in a long exhale, tickling his collarbone.

he pulls you closer when you move, tucking his nose into the crown of your head. it’s something you both do, you’ve noticed—breathing each other in the moment you return to one another.

the celebration today is not lost on you, but you take in these few silent moments with him for just a bit longer.

when he stirs, squeezing you tighter as he mumbles a low ‘morning’, you peer up to kiss his chin. he’s ticklish there, you know, especially when your lips catch on the bits of stubble grown a few days after he shaves.

it takes longer for you both to get out of bed because of that, a tickle fight ensuing as hajime sneakily crawls his fingers up your armpits, blowing raspberries at the spot right below your ears.

you slip into the bathroom that way—a little clumsy and a lot giggly. then you crouch low, opening the cabinet under the sink; hidden in it is your gift for him, a flat rectangle wrapped in kraft paper and a green bow.

it’s the first thing in your agenda today, you’ve decided, unable to wait until he receives it at the end of the day, like you’d originally planned.

hajime’s propped up against the headboard when you step back into your bedroom, blanket scrunched at his hip. you’re no fan of the season’s heat, but you thank god it’s summer, because at least, you’re met with the view of his exposed chest every morning.

he holds an arm out to welcome you back in, letting you rest your legs across his lap as he cradles your back.

“your gift,” you whisper, holding out the wrapped rectangle, “open it first. that’s the first thing on our agenda today.”

he chuckles, taking the soft rectangle from your hands while kissing your temple, “thanks, babe. you didn’t have to.”

you watch eagerly, tucking yourself into his side as you wrap an arm around his waist. he tears through the wrapper but sets aside the bow, knowing you like to recycle them when you have the chance.

hajime is a simple man, and at the sight of his favorite brand of socks, he lights up at the addition of one more to his already-full drawer of them.

he turns to you, about to pepper your face with a bunch of kisses but—

“check the hem, i got something done to it.” you giggle.

he looks confused for a moment before he turns them over, plain white save for the dark green letters running around its ankle garters.

there’s another reason you decided to celebrate his birthday this weekend, on the third sunday of june.

he deciphers the word, reading each letter: p-a-p-a, and you can see the cogs turning in his brain before he immediately whips his head to face you.

“you’re—?”

you nod.

there’s something indescribable in his eyes, emotion welling up as they gloss over dark olive green—it makes you want to cry, too.

damn all these hormones.

“happy birthday, papa.” you sniffle, smiling wide, “and happy father’s day.”

(after a whole lot of tears, and even more kissing, you show hajime the tests you took while he was away. he tells you you should have told him, that he would have come home, but you shake your head.

it’s well worth it, seeing his reaction to two things he can celebrate today.)

[quirinah]

ummmmmmm guys this dungeons looking a little dark here..........................ummmm..... hello??? guys??

[egonkula]

been missing my goob

[wasabi-gumdrop]

thinking about modern au Kabru

ivy league college student, probably studying law and political science on a full scholarship. first time living away from Milsiril so he has to promise her, yes mom i’ll call you at least four times a week, no mom i don’t need your amex black card, yes mom the normal credit card is fine i need to learn how to budget like a Normal Person (it has a limit of $20k — that’s not normal Kabru).

Milsiril insists for a long time that she’ll just get him a house off campus so he can have his own space (aka a place she can drop by anytime and possibly live a few months out of the year just to be close to him) but Kabru puts his foot down and tells her the best way he’s gonna make friends is by living with other students (bye mom).

his floor in the coed dorms is the party floor and he always makes sure to invite everybody (his nightmare is accidentally leaving anyone out and having them think that he doesn’t like them). somehow it’s always a good time, everyone leaves with more friends than they came with, it never gets totally out of control, and plenty of girls who are interested in him (and a lot of guys too tbh) bring tons of baked treats so there’s always free food. Kabru is the RA’s favourite person to have in the building (even though Kabru himself is messy but most of the people he’s friends with are nice and clean up after themselves).

he has a porsche (Milsiril gift for his 16th bday) but he’s adamant about not driving it unless he absolutely has to (because he doesn’t wanna look like a douche). BUT he never says no when his friends ask for rides (so he ends up driving all the time anyway). he actually contemplates selling the porsche and going for a more practical car but Mickbell is like ‘dude you are not taking this away from me.’ Kabru sighs and decides to keep it because his friends (Mickbell) like being chauffeured around in a fancy convertible (Rin, Holm, and Dia don’t care, they’re just glad they don’t have to walk to the grocery store).

he’s probably on a casual texting basis with most of his professors and you know he’s going to all their office hours, grabbing beer with them just to keep chatting about life outside of school. and that’s how he winds up in some super secret faculty group chat where he’s now privy to all the college administration gossip.

Kabru is elected for student council during his freshman year and he’s probably the favourite to be sc president one day.

he doesn’t really date (gets too in his head about how he doesn’t wanna ruin any friendships) but he does hang out one on one with a lot of girls and treats them all really well. he probably goes so far out of his way to be platonic that he flies a little too close to the ‘Just Like One of the Girlies’ sun, he kinda forgets that most people interpret it as flirting coming from him. which leads to a few awkward conversations. people feeling led on, a few angry jealous boyfriends, scathing dms about him being a girl stealing homewrecker.

it’s such a nightmare for him and he needs it to end right now. so he begs Rin to ‘date’ him for a week or two and then publicly dump him just so the entire student body gets the message that he is Just A Friend.

Rin stares at him for a few seconds. then she laughs. she laughs and laughs. she laughs for a crazy long time. and then eventually she goes, ‘wow you’re an asshole, Kabru. no i won’t be your fake girlfriend. you’re gonna suffer and i’m going to enjoy it.’

and that’s when Kabru has a moment of enlightenment. ok yeah. asking for that is probably really selfish and mean. maybe he needs to think about girls’ feelings more and that’s maybe more important than his deep seated need to be liked, and when has Rin ever been wrong about anything.

he apologizes. and so begins one of the more serious talks he’s ever had with Rin about being okay with not being liked.

he thinks he can really turn over a new leaf. the whole ‘not worrying about what other people think’ thing goes pretty well — up until Kabru meets the aloof professor for his Monsters and Myths class who keeps forgetting and mispronouncing his name.

Kabru has never needed someone to like him So Bad, he needs Prof. Touden to like him as a matter of life and death, and he’s willing to look stupid for it (fails a midterm on purpose to justify begging for one on one tutoring)