#Dangerous infection

[tangledinink]

nooooo he’s having a medical emergency aaaaaaaaaa T-T

a last-ditch rally.

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(... is sometimes the most effective thing.)

[starcurtain]

Just caught up with Natlan's archon quest and lord help me, I have a burning need to see Alhaitham and Ororon interact.

I truly feel that they would vibe perfectly. Not in a ship way, but like, in the way of Kaveh quietly wailing: "For archons' sake, he's brought another tacky thing into the house. Traveler, please do something; they've been staring eye to eye over the coffee table for like an hour now but haven't said a single word. I don't know what to do. Send help."

[electrozeistyking]

POURRIR DISEASE (AS DEPICTED IN THE “IN ROT AND INFECTION AU”).

STAGES OF POURRIR.

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

Pourrir disease seems to progress faster when ingested, or when infected individuals have a lot more power for stronger Craft.

Pourrir in bread and pastries appears similar to mold at first, then progresses into unusual lumps if left unintended for too long.

Currently no proper name for the gunk. Looks like blood, but is far too thick, smells far too foul, and tastes far too rancid.

Infected individuals appear not to be cognizant in final two stages. Mainly unnaturally happy at all times.

Distancing yourself from an infected loved one as they progress through pourrir disease may limit your risk of getting infected.

[changelingsandothernonsense]

TES Summerfest 2024

Day Six: Mirror or Abandoned @tes-summer-fest The Nerevarine's mind tends to play tricks.

It always started the same. He’d felt his flesh dissolve from his bones as another pyroclastic flow engulfed him. Same shit as usual. Only this time, instead of a beach or cave, he awakened in a quiet candle-lit chamber that reminded him of the offering halls found in ancestral tombs. He felt someone take his hand, kissing it lightly before something was whispered into his ear in Dunmeris. Lips pressed against the shell, the breath hot and putrid as those lips trailed down his neck. He was staring at himself, his hands on some sort of candlelit altar that was stained with long dried blood. His reflection stared back at him through the polished bronze mirror. The smile it wore was menacing and he found himself lost in the void where his eyes should have been. His reflection reached out through the wall as Teldryn felt lips trail down his neck, teeth scraping almost painfully at his skin. Long nails dragging down his bare chest, dipping to his hips and- His reflection grabbed him by the jaw and forced him to stare into the dark, endless void that had replaced the bright crimson of his eyes. He tried to look down at whatever it was that was now between his legs, biting at his hipbone, hands stroking the bare skin of his inner thigh. Cold lips met his and all he could taste was rot and bitter ash. He felt something sharp clamping down on his tongue, the taste of ash replaced by the sickening metallic sensation of blood pouring down his throat. He tried to open his mouth, to scream, to pull away but he couldn’t move. His reflection held him steady as blood poured from his lips. His reflection turned away and spat something from his mouth. Teldryn watched as it hit the ashen ground, small, red and bloody. It took him a few moments to recognise it as his own tongue.

[shortnotsweet]

1. ANATOMY OF A KITCHEN (excerpt from THE THRILLING AND NOT AT ALL REPETITIVE ADVENTURES OF CAPTAIN MAN AND KID DANGER: “A CHRONOLOGY OF ENTIRELY TRUE AND HEROIC EVENTS COINCIDING WITH THE END OF HISTORY”) [2] [3] [4]

If you want to know a person, watch how they treat their servers, how they treat their food. Living with them is the second best option. Living with Ray is not Henry’s only option, but it is the best. They don’t even need to watch the other eat; they know each other already.

[ “There is a man in my house. There will always be a man in my house. I will find him even when he is not there. And one day, when I find out there is no man in my house anymore, well—I will go find one and invite him in.” Paraphrased and reappropriated from Catherine Lacey’s “Cut”. The borrowed text refers to the uncanny feeling Henry experiences as an adult reflecting on his childhood relationships. ]

Catherine Lacey writes in her short story “Cut”: “If you're raised with an angry man in your house, there will always be an angry man in your house. You'll find him even when he is not there. And if one day you find that there is no angry man in your house—well, you will go find one and invite him in!” Peggy—a professor—reads this poem, which a female student has placed on her desk, and grapples with a response, to which she is advised, “It’s not your job to save anyone from their life or explain anything to them or even really teach them anything”.

PANEL NOTES

This follows the format of the catalyst stranger approaching the downtrodden protagonist in a dingy bar from behind, backlit by the hazy yellow lights and smoked out shadows. This is not a bar, but a kitchen—the center of any living space.

The borrowed text is tweaked, and excludes the descriptor “angry”, as the theme of the storyboards is not anger.

The use of red is limited and strategic, and scattered throughout like evidence; dusting for fingerprints. It’s tempting to drape Henry’s back in red against the blue background, as if bathed by an overhead lamp, but Ray is the anomaly. Henry is colored by an anxious, slightly melancholic blue (as well as shaky panel borders), while the flints of red signify danger (knock on wood) or non-literal symbolism.

The white wolf is curled around the blue in a protective gesture that also doubles as a stranglehold, snakelike.

Something, something, about wolves and lambs, consumption, and the simultaneous loss and retention of innocence through transformative processes. Note there are three lambs; these could stand either for Henry, Jasper, and Charlotte, or Henry (singular).

[quirkle2]

zombie apocalypse (no powers) au where mob is turned but ritsu isn't ready to give up on him, so he simply takes him with him to find a cure. there's a Lot here to summarize, but my favorite part of this au is how ritsu slowly but surely starts to resent most humans and suddenly he's the lunatic kid who's on the zombie side of the war. more info in the tags where i don't shut up ever

[tributary]

there’s a lot of traits that would work against me if i were magically transported to the 1500s, but i would be the most beautiful person alive based on the mostly kinda ugly portraits at the time

[paruparuparuparu]

*It is not as different as I: For it seeks knowledge beyond what it already possesses, devouring all those who come into contact for answers to soothe its own troubled mind.*

-GORE AND DISTURBING IMAGERY WARNING-

Ok I know it isn’t Halloween, but since I’m seeing apocalyptic stuff (cough cough mlp infection cough cough) on my fyp, I decided to have a try at it. The only thing bad about this idea is that I might take a while to post actual art of it.😔

This was originally a concept sketch for another Au based on the Bishops’ purged forms, but I decided that I enjoyed the design for Shamura way too much to scrap it

Now, this Au first takes place in the Goat’s universe, specifically pre-betrayal where Shamura is assisting Narinder with expanding his domain. Since Narinder is still quite new to resurrection, the occasional cursed follower appears; which is similar to the cursed followers in the Lamb’s cult.

After the first couple of cursed followers appear, Shamura decides to look further into the cause of this disease. And who else to look to for information than the Plague God himself?

So, with along with Kallamar, they research into the potential cause of this phenomenon over the course of 70 years, reading through their old scrolls and ancient texts dating back to the War of Gods. So much information was known about it, so many puzzles, so much proof of its existence yet so little reason for it to exist.

They kept the infected in a dungeon, serving as an easy way to experiment on the undead(and a cruel method to punish dissenters). The infected soon went from 1 to 13 in the span of 14 years, and one that that was apparent was the odd way the disease grew in intelligence with each victim. So more were sacrificed to feed the infection, making Shamura’s curiosity grow more and more whilst Kallamar’s concern was at an all time high.

Eventually, after sacrificing a dissenter who had tried to free chained followers to the horde of infected, Kallamar had decided it was enough, saying the whole experiment was a mistake, and the disappearance of many followers was causing much trouble and doubt to appear in their cults. Shamura was reluctant, yet understanding of Kallamar’s concerns, suggesting to take a break for a few decades before returning back to their research.

Yet, before either of them could come to a decision, the dungeon containing the infected had been broken, leaving the two no choice but to defend themselves. Within the chaos in such a small corridor, Shamura had managed to get bit.

After the gory fight, was then and there Kallamar had decided to forcibly shut the project down for good to attend to Shamura. Within the first 2 weeks, Shamura had felt off, but overall they behaved quite normally. Next thing they knew, memories they held dear began to fade, being replaced by an unbearable feeling of emptiness. On the third week, they had the sudden urge to lash out at their siblings, and it was at this point they knew something was terribly wrong.

They go to visit Kallamar, demanding that he chain them in his dungeons. In shock, Kallamar declines their demand only to be met with a menacing glare, causing him to reluctantly agree in the end.

Within the dungeons, Shamura’s mind could make sense of the groans and cries of the infected, going into one of the cells as they use the power of their crown to chain themselves to the ground. They then order Kallamar to keep the experiment going, at his dismay.

And over the course of 2 months, Shamura documented their process of the infection and how unburdened their mind was becoming, while Kallamar was forced to watch his beloved sibling decay in front of his very eyes. And finally, Shamura had given in, no longer responding to any outside stimulus. And at this point, as pictured in the drawing, they are both trapped in the cell by their own chains and trapped inside of their own mind.

[knightwhoisni]

*drifter seeing the protoframe they'll romance for the first time voice* i think i hauve the infestation

[ur-local-moon-bunny]

Haha, crossover infection goes BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

[dawnleaf37]

Fav animatic battle character???

Dont know if you already asked this but if you did you can delete this/srs

I don’t know if this is a question or a request but I will always take the opportunity to draw danger sign

unfortunately I just thought of “animatic battle infection au” where danger sign comes back from Wherever The Fuck He Hid with bioluminescenty-species mushroom infection . No bioluminescenty will not tell anyone about it or how to cure it because it kills people and she enjoys this (also I like to think that since she is the fungi they took over whatever some poor rock object used to be for mobility . Can u tell I enjoy this kind of stuff)

[weightless-feathers]

Well I was thinking that it was kind unfair that Selly had no especial equipment of her own, or at least something similar to other Robot-Trains, soooooooo:

Selly's especial equipment: unlike the rest of her friends, she doesn't need to add an "extra layer" when she's using her powers. Instead, she modifies her hands by concentrating a lot of energy in her fingertips. The metal literally melts and reshapes into claws, that now are sharp and hot enough to cut through basically anything.

In a later actualization, she is also able to send and receive signals through these claws, this is especially useful when changing the properties of certain machines she has made or... to mentally control other trains! When she buries her claws into an engine, and activates the "yellow mode" she will connect "them" to her own engine, and the two will function as just one train. The other train is still conscious and able to communicate with her, but ultimately she's the one in control.

She uses the latter mostly during expeditions that require certain actions to be done with precision, for example setting up weather sensors on dangerous places.

Cons:

The claws take a "lot of time" to be ready to use, at least in comparison to the rest of the special equipment.

They can be tricky to control since she has to deactivate most of the sensors in her hands before melting them down.

She has to get her hands replaced each time she uses her ability for them to have normal functions again.

Pros:

After they are set they actually are the least energy-consuming special equipment.

They come in really handy for her day to day work.

When she is connected to another train, she can make their shared energy last a lot longer than usual, optimizing most of their general functions.

[baconcolacan]

I’m pretty sure I also like the TomTord dynamic because its a raving mad unhinged little weirdo dreamer and a straight laced mildly suppressed sad wet catman realist stuck together with silly string and glitter glue

[crimeronan]

bravely spent my whole morning going to doctor appointments and getting blood siphoned out of my body. guess who now has an urgent referral to an infection specialist 👍

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

i hate doing laundry ough it's The Worst

[californiaquail]

had a woman today shocked that her cats had ear infections and acting like she didn't need medication for them because she usually puts vinegar and olive oil in their ears.