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“You’re staring again,” The low voice accuses from underneath the car. You watch his hand pat the concrete, searching for his toolbox, before quickly grabbing the wrench. His hands are black with dirt and oil, probably calloused from the heavy work.
“Am I not allowed to?” You hum, sitting on your garage cabinet while sipping on some water.
You watch Eijiro put a screwdriver in his mouth, now using both hands to tighten a bolt. Sweat drips down his temples and onto the floor beneath him. You sigh at the sight.
“It’s distracting” He mumbles around the tool, trying to stay focused on the task at hand.
Kirishimas sanctuary was his garage. He spent a good proportion of the house budget on simply making this area perfect for him. It has everything a guy like him needs, and tons of room for him to work on his hobby. Fixing cars.
Your hobby conveniently lines up perfectly with his. Watching hot men do manual labor, specifically watching your lover fix cars. So you also spend a great amount of time here.
He was currently under one, but the older truck is being suspended into the air (to your request) so you get a perfect view of him underneath the car dealing with all the technical stuff you cannot understand. You sit there and watch, not giving a damn about the broken car.
He lets out a groan as he tries to secure a pipe into place. You watch his biceps contract and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
“You know, it's got to be hot under there. Don't you think you'll be more comfortable if you take off your shirt?” You tease, crossing your legs with a grin on your face.
Though, the black wife beater he was wearing was already making you swoon. And the way it was stuck to his skin? You had to be in heaven.
He glances back at you, taking the screwdriver out of his mouth, before using his arm to wipe some sweat off his face. Black streaks coat his cheeks. “You are looking at me like you are a starved animal,” He laughs, before using his moveable stool to kick back away from under the car toward where you're sitting.
He climbs off the stool, and over to you, while you swing your legs out lazily. He places his hands on the counter on either side of you, trapping you in his hold. You meet his stare, the corner of your mouth picking up in a smile. He is grinning at you, eyes tired from the work, but still pinning you in place.
“Thirsty?” You hum, holding up your cup to his mouth.
His eyes flicker toward the glass and he nods. You tilt the glass upward, watching the way his throat moves as he swallows it down.
When he looks back at you as to say, enough you just continue pouring. The water drips down his face and onto his shirt. He pulls away with a small cough.
Your eyes widen at the sight in front of you. His shirt clinging now completely to his skin, his body glistening from sweat and now the water. This right here is why this is your favorite hobby.
“Really?” He sighs with a small grin, looking down at the black tank top.
You pout dramatically. “Aw, guess you gotta take your shirt off,” You tease, running your fingers up his shirt toward his neck.
He chuckles low, before blinking slowly at you, leaning forward, and brushing his lips against yours. “Mmm? Can you take it off for me?”
You grin, fingers running up his arm. “Gladly.”
The day ends up like it usually does. With both of you covered in sweat, dirt, and car oil, but you didn’t mind, this is exactly why this is your favorite hobby.
#drabbles#my search history was like “what tools do ppl use to fix cars?”#“Do cars have pipes?”#DONT HAVE SEX WHEN YOU ARE COVERED IN DIRT#that's how you get infections!#dont be like Y/N#kirishima eijirou#bnha kirishima#kirishima eijiro imagine#x reader#reader insert#mha fanfiction#mha eijiro kirishima#eijirou x reader#kirishima eijiro x y/n#eijiro x y/n#bnha eijirou#eijiro kirishima mha#kirishima x reader#kirishima drabble#kirishima headcanon#kirishima fluff#suggestive comments#mello.writes#husband eijiro
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should surprise absolutely no one that i much much much prefer radahn when hes older (and not mindless! or mindcontrolled!)
(doesnt look amused about what malenia just did in that ol trailer- and possibly even moreso about what she said)
that (and base game) version of him is the only one to meeeeeeeee
#ganondoodles talks#elden ring#radahn#general radahn#starscourge radahn#i dont like how the tags immediately suggest to tag it with miquella too#LEAVE HIM ALONE#also sorry for that sudden spam of elden ring#i have fallen hard for radahn okay#doesnt mean zelda is over at all#i just LOVE HIM SO MUCH THE POOR MAN NEEDS A BREAK#imagine knowing that when you die you get send to your half brother that wants to marry you just so he can become a god-#-and then when you fight of the lady sent to kill you specifically so that happens infects you with a horrible disease that turns your-#-mind to mush- AND YET HE STILL REFUSED TO DIE#im still in the believe that no one else really knew and it was a ll a secret#that also MEANS THAT JERREN DIDNT KNOW#I FEEL SO BAD FOR HIM#you organize an entire festival to kill a beloved general turned into a zombie to give him an honorable death#not knowing you are sending him to be stitched together as his younger self and mind controlled by his brother that wants to marry him#to become a god like marika#we know more about what others wanted from radahn than what he was actually like!!!!!! the fuck!!!!
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A time ago (1, or 2 years?) I used to draw Leo with a lip piercing and I never mentioned it, but I HC he got it while dating Jason. Which meant lots of praise but also puppy dog looks because he would have to wait two weeks to kiss him (I'm pretty sure they aren't eating ambrosia for small stuff)
#maybe im tripping bc we dont have nothing similar like ambrosia in real life bur#but#maybe this causes an infection#idk how this healing would behave#but I think a magical healing like that could also make the piercing get stuck#I suppose a alignment issue could happen#specially because Leo wouldn't have time to adjust to it#its 5 am here and haven't sleep#valgrace#leo valdez#jason grace
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What if the only way to ACTUALLY kill the infected is to disable their vocal chords???? Since they wouldn't be needed anymore for the ☆show☆???
#O dont know how to phrase things :/#But yall get the idea#hatchetfield#starkid#team starkid#the guy who didn't like musicals#doodle#hatchetverse#the hivemind#pokotho#The infected
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whoever this beloved anon was I am so touched by your kindness! You definitely didn’t have to do this but I am so happy you enjoy this idea and I will happily expand upon it for you!
this is just a collection of word vomit bullet points for the time being but I will happily answer any and all questions about this pair!!
warnings: violence, angst, child death (Sarah Miller), foul language, the same warnings that apply to tlou, reader is Sarah's mom and described as having similar features to her.
So the general Idea is that you and Joel are happily married before the outbreak.
You had been Sarah's mother, his high school sweetheart he got pregnant when neither of you were old enough to have any reaction to the pregnancy test other than a fucking panic attack in one another’s arms. but you made it work
you both worked but made time for one another and your sweet girl, going to museums every other weekend and joel insisting on swooping you off for a date every now and then
nothing special. He knows you’re more of a diner gal than anything too fancy that makes you both feel out of place.
On his birthday in 2003, you had planned to tell him that you were pregnant again. But the memories of your own fears of motherhood from all those years ago begin to swirl through your head again and you get cold feel. deciding to tell him the morning after
it is his birthday afterall, you want to focus on him.
but when you’re woken up in the middle of the night because tommy needs to get bailed out, Joel kisses you sweetly one last time before promising he’ll be back and you can’t shake the feeling that something bad is happening.
its you that shakes sarah awake that night. shouting at her to put on her shoes when she’s still rubbing the sleep from her eyes because you’ve been listening to the radio for the past two hours, calling joel again and again and again praying for him to fucking pick up but to no avail.
Sarah, bless your little girl’s bleeding heart is the one who insists you check on the adler’s against your better suspicions and when you find the eldest looming over her daughter, blood and sinew dripping from her mouth, you grab your daughter hand and burst into a full sprint until something slams into your back and sends you tumbling onto their front lawn
its how joel finds you, struggling to keep the once sweet old woman, whose now nothing more than dead eyes and gnashing teeth straining to snap at your pulse point as you push against her while sarah shrieks before your husband runs forward and cracks her skull with a wrench.
there’s hardly a moment of pause, just enough for him to pull you up and into his arms before he’s ushering you both into the car with an urgency.
when the truck crashes, you get separated from them. Perhaps at Tommy’s side when the flames rise and create a wall, separating you from your husband, or maybe pulled into the mob of chaos when trying to escape from those already infected-
all joel knows is that you promise you’ll find him: just get sarah to safety and you’ll meet him at the river
Poor thing is already so frightened, held in her father’s arms with tears streaming down her face insisting they can’t leave you they just can’t but her father kisses her forehead and reassures her its going to be okay
“we just need to be brave, okay babygirl? Your mama’s real tough, she’s gonna be alright.”
he isn’t sure if he’s saying it to his daughter or himself.
but when he comes to the river you aren’t there. Only a soldier who points a gun at the scared little girl in his arms and then he loses everything
its when the light is gone from his daughter’s eyes that he realizes. His voice cracked and raw from sobbing that he looks around to see his brother with drawn in shoulders and tears in his eyes but his wife is nowhere to be found.
Tommy says you got lost in the chaos. Everything was so loud, so sudden that he turned around and suddenly you weren’t there.
Joel wants to go back but its Tommy that stops him, that dulls the red in his vision to a sad faded pink because his brother points at the orange horizon not too far from them, so much of the city is already in flames.
“We’re gonna find her, but not there.”
So Joel searches. for the first year spent in the world post-outbreak its all he did.
He became a smuggler because of it.
Information came at a price and he needed to be able to fucking pay it, whether it be in blood or ration cards. He was willing to do anything to find you or any thin thread that lead your way.
But it’s Tommy that asks him to give up. Not in those words of course.
The youngest Miller knows better than to say something so cruel that would make his brother, the only person he has in this world turn on him.
But his voice is worried when he asks him one night in Boston when he hasn’t even had the chance to wash the blood from his knuckles
“You think she would have wanted this for you?”
the fight that followed his words was brutal. Vicious insults and scarred fists slamming against each brother until they're both too tired and bloody to continue. Each leaning against a wall for support and Tommy’s wavering voice breaking the silence.
“I don’t know where she is, Joel. But I do know you're gonna get yourself killed if you keep lookin’ for her.”
All he can do is nod.
It’s a few days later when he meets Tess. Who has heard plenty of stories about the elder miller’s brutality and wants him to put that muscle to good use for some extra profit.
It begins his new life. One that empty and cold but one he can live.
Until of course, Ellie comes along. The sweet and incredibly opinionated girl that makes him become something akin to the man he thought died twenty years ago.
its when he’s traveling with Ellie, that it happens. When a warm familiarity has settled between the two because so much blood and pain has been shared he can’t help but see her as something close, something bright even though all he can force himself to utter in her reference is “cargo”
when theyre traveling through the woods as Ellie chatters away, probing his memory about a movie that may or may not have existed thirty years ago because her descriptions of the plot are incredibly odd he hears a voice shout for them to stop and finds himself staring at a man- no, a boy- pointing a gun at them.
Ellie stills, but Joel can see enough to know that from the lanky figure and dimpled face that he’s young. Maybe twenty, twenty-two at the oldest, but his eyes dart from Joel to Ellie with a pinprick of fear that allows Joel the time to charge forward and slam him to the ground before wrestling the gun from his hands.
He has enough to time to tuck it under the stranger’s chin before he hears the sound of the safety being turned off and finds himself looking up and seeing a gun just inches from his face.
Joel’s head whips around when Ellie’s voice calls out his name in fear, he turns to see another stranger holding her a gun point, shoulders drawn back and a shadow cast over their face by the had obstructing their identity.
“You hurt one of mine, I hurt one of yours. That a fair deal?”
Its takes him a moment to recognize you. It’s been so long since he’s heard your voice, the sweet tease when you would poke at him each time he woke up late despite the fact that you reminded him to set his alarm the night before, the times you’d chide him with a harsh “Joel Miller!” whispered in public anytime he was able to grab you a bit too passionately to be appropriate in public but the laughter in your voice let him know you were never truly mad at him. You didn’t know how to be.
But that sweetness is buried under a cold rasp that cuts through the air as you point a rifle at the scared little girl in front of you.
“You think I won’t?” You’re older now, skin covered in scars from a life he didn’t know you got the chance to live and your eyes are cold as they regard your husband. “Put the gun down and get the fuck off of him, I won’t repeat myself.”
Joel mumbles your name in awe. The woman he loved, the woman he mourned the one he fought so hard to find stands before him like some sort of hallucination and suddenly the world feels like its spinning until you bark orders at him again.
“You’ve got five seconds Joel, make a fucking choice before I make it for you.”
He looks down and realizes the boy under him, the one with the bleeding nose and snarling face has your eyes and his dimples.
“One.”
The one above him has Sarah’s hair. Soft brown curls that shine under the sun.
“Two”
Wait. No, they both do.
“Three.”
Twins. Jesus fucking Christ you had twins.
“Four.”
Joel holds the rifle up above his head and the one boy standing snatches it from his grasp, tossing it to the ground and kicking it far from his reach. He slowly stands, allowing your son- dear god your son- to scramble to his feet.
Your voice softens just for a moment. “You okay, Duke?”
Blood stains the bottom half of his face from where Joel slammed his fist into the boy’s nose just moments before, but he nods nonetheless.
Now, they both stand on one side of you and he can see the resemblance clear as day the same way he would whenever Sarah was by your side.
When you order him to hand over his bag, he does so without question before telling Ellie to do the same.
She watches him with wide eyes, her hands still up in the air but gaping at her companion as if he had grown a second head.
“Joel!” “Just do it, alright?”
He doesn’t miss the way you watch their interaction with narrowed eyes until she tosses her bag to you and you slowly lower your gun.
“Now, you want to tell me what the fuck you think you’re doin’ at my home?”
#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#i had an idea of something similar for tommy but on outbreak night he uh. abandons you instead of getting separated from you#because. angst :D#people say nice things#this was incredibly generous of you anon thank you so so much!#i may get myself a little starbucks drink this week now because I havent had starbucks since like january 1st lol#joel reeling from taking in all this information and also realizing he suckerpunched HIS OWN KID#id like to apologize for all the grammatical issues with this. this is just a bulletpoint word vomit to get my thoughts on the page before-#-beginning the actual fic. also I have to do a midterm tonight and this is my treat to myself hehe#but yes. joel getting separated from his wife on outbreak night and having to accept that shes probably dead#meanwhile youve lived this entire life without him because you think HES dead ad raising your boys all on your own#which just- further digs into his insecurities about failing in his role as a protector#he couldn't save sarah. he can't save ellie and he couldn't even save you#he thinks about you pregnant and alone. fending for yourself in a world full of infected and raiders and his chest grows tight again#this is all followed by Ellie going >:O 'you KNOW THIS PSYCHO?'and then joel immediately snapping at her to WATCH HER MOUTH#because that kid has no filter and he has to explain that youre his wife#anyways joels wife is a badass mfer who also maybe has a little garden and some chickens that you and your boys take care of <3 yeah .#reunion tag#ill be using that for this specific couple because I dont have a fic title yet but if anybody has suggestions!
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How long did she spend wandering those halls, aimlessly hopping from dream to dream, why did she have to see this? Is... Is ponykind riding the cusp of extinction? She has to continue her hunt, she needs to get rid of the infected. every, last, one.
#mlp#mlp infection au#princess luna#mlp luna#mlp discord#mlp fluttershy#mlp pinkie pie#mlp poundcake#mlp pumpkin cake#the cake twins did get hypnotized btw#btw i think ive mentioned it takes 5 ever for me to upload thats cuz i have to upload each image indicidually and sometimes they dont uploa#and i have to try to upload it again and again it usually takes like 3 attempts#anyway to get this transcribed and uploaded it took an hourT-T#ALSO DISCORD DOESNT LICK THE ICECREAM HE DIDNT EAT HER I JUSTTT WANNA CLARIFY TO BE SAFE shes fine she just realized she ruined everyting
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Twin Fantasy (Those Boys) - Car Seat Headrest just know i havent forgotten about them
#hi guys#regretevator#regretevator fanart#infected regretevator#regretevator infected#regretevator kasper#kasper regretevator#regretevator lampert#lampert regretevator#skaterlight#whups howd that get there#/r or /p i really dont care which way its interpreted
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" Through the warmest cord of care Your love was sent to me I'm not sure what to do with it Or where to put it... "
#ffxiv#ff14#final fantasy xiv#final fantasy 14#thancred waters#thancred#midlander#hyur#ffxiv screenshot#gpose#spicy gpose#sort of#my screenshot#nabaath-areng#listen i was taking screens of him with estinien as well as my alt#but just like EVERY SINGLE TIME i take screens of him#he just takes over entirely#is it because hes photogenic? or because male midlanders turn me into 5 la creaturas in a trenchcoat?#both. it is very much both.#how fitting for the one who infected me with this disease 10 years ago now#still beyond gone for em and its only getting worse#i didnt edit these cause im too hungry i havent eaten in 10 hours time to fix that#caption are lyrics of björk cause i die if i dont apply her songs for everything i love
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dogs and dogs and dogs and...
#art#g-man#gman#arne magnusson#father grigori#blood tw#'how wouldnt he get infected or whatever' i dont know. i dont care#shame i found out hes got a cross scarred onto his hand after doing this WAHH. imagine its there#the line up is squished bc if everyone were spread out (like they are in the image i have for myself)#its ridiculously long. so they have to squeeze in together#barmey calhoun#barney's mind#beauty calhoun#barney calhoun#benrey#half life#half life 2#hl2#sizes are kinda. eh. not perfect but its good for now#MAGNUSSON EAS SO HARDDDD i imaging hes part collie perhaps (for the smarts and Do This Thing attitude)#husky for the. bitchy attitude. but the pic i basically stole the pattern from was just a mutt so. idk. its whatever#imploring you to ignore how gordon is nakey because if i were to draw his hev suit#id want to draw all the other gordons hev suits. and well. its way too late (early) for that
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so instead of get back into art after the basic recovery of my surgery, I instead replayed Mario and Luigi Partners in Time…and why does nobody talk about this game?? Hardly ever see it in the Super Mario tag. Like. It’s actually insane how dark it gets. People die. Like actually die. Not as dark as SPM but like we see the dead spirits of Toads get siphoned through tubes. They had their life force sucked out of them via genetically modified trees. Yoshis were eaten by a larger alien Yoshi and were gonna be turned into more alien Yoshis via a factory IN THE GIANT ALIEN YOSHI. We see a town that’s literally just “Christmas is Cancelled” the city. Their mayor probably died. We never see these places restored because there are no survivors to restore them. The citizens of Hollijolli village probably all died by the time the bros shut down the Vim factory. And also there’s the entire scene with the Star Gate. Like. Hello??
maybe I’ll stream or let’s play this game and share it here because I think. More ppl should talk about Partners in Time. I’ll say it too: I like it more than Bowser’s Inside Story. By like a LOT. That’s my ramble for the night. Ttyd day tomorrow. Yippee
#Mario and luigi partners in time#MnLPiT#Partners in time spoilers#death mention#mario and luigi#super mario#germtalks#germ talks#Not art#LISTEN EVERYBODY TALKS ABOUT SPM FOR ANGST#BUT THIS GAME IS PRETTY ANGST#especially bc the babies r in it so. The ppl who use the brooklyn bros headcanon get to work with that like.#Did their parents decide to Leave the mushroom world after the ALIEN INVASION that DESTROYED MOST THE KINGDOM#Dont even get me started on shrowser#Imagine bowser covered in grotesque purple mushrooms#Like theres HORROR THERE#and ofc elder princess shroob’s real form is. Horrific. And her BOSS THEME#AUGH#I LOVE PIT!!!#The shroobs are such cool villains and ill never forget the sickass art i saw as a kid#Of peach being infected by them or bein turned evil or smth#Idr the context i jus remember she had red eyes and a buncha tubes in her like they were filling her with chemicals#Scifi horror bs right there#Oh another thing: princess shroobs eyes act like robot eyes they flicker. Turn black. And she dies#Why is that and whybis it so COOL#and then the shroob cameo in bis?!? Thats terrifying!!!#wish theyd come back#I love u purple aliens in mario
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I have chronic back pain, have for a while. It’s not so bad now that I had surgery, but I lived with it for years. I tried to go to a doctor for it, but they just said to lose weight, so I learned to live with the pain until one morning I couldn’t get up from bed. Couldn’t move without feeling like electricity was running up and down my back, burning my spine and leg from the inside.
This had me back in front of a doctor who (thankfully) listened and then for an entire year my insurance jerked me around requiring that I try different methods to manage the pain before finally agreeing to cover surgery.
In that year leading up to surgery something inside me broke. I couldn’t do the most basic tasks. Having to learn how to move my body in just the right way so that I wouldn’t lock up trying to wipe my own ass is one of my least favorite memories. Next to it is a tie between falling at my sister’s wedding because my leg gave out and being in so much pain I couldn’t sleep for days on end. I couldn’t sit, couldn’t drive, couldn’t bend or twist or even lay down without feeling like my nerves were on fire.
Work accommodated but I felt useless. I couldn’t lift inventory anymore. Couldn’t do a key part of my job that I (oddly) enjoyed doing. Commuting the hour to school twice a week was excruciating, but it was my first year of grad school. I had to push through. My professors were kind, they accommodated so that I could be as comfortable as possible in class. But I felt like a distraction, a nuisance, a bother. It was so hard to focus on lectures and homework when 90% of the input my brain was receiving was that of pain.
I grit my teeth and bore it, my mental health hit a new all time low, and I broke down in front my my mother more times than I can count. And I did this for a year because insurance refused to cover surgery unless I proved to them I needed it. I had to jump through their hoops and play by their rules to get the procedure I needed and that my care team knew I needed. I lost feeling in my leg and foot because they made me wait.
I will forever be grateful for the doctors who listened, for the physical therapist who advocated for me, for my mom who surprisingly became my rock during the whole ordeal. But my insurance company? They can go fuck themselves.
My pain before that year was bad, but not excruciating. My pain now? It’s minimal. Sometimes I still lock up and I’ll likely never have all of the sensation return to my left foot, but I’ll take the constant pins and needles over that year of pain any day. That said, had it gone on much longer I genuinely don’t know if I’d be here typing this.
Anyways…I guess what I’m saying is IF he did it, I get it. I really really get it.
#chronic pain#healthcare#personal ramblings#luigi mangione#don’t even get me started on all the money I spent on the ‘alternative options’ they required#PT and pain injections helped but those providers told me point blank it would not be enough to fix the problem#and guess what! the professionals with degrees were right!#those methods would relieve the pain for a very short amount of time and then it’d come right back!#it’s almost like some asshole at a desk without a medical degree shouldn’t be making decisions about people’s healthcare!#our system is broken#united states#OH AND FOR THE DOCTOR THAT SAID IT WAS CUZ I WAS FAT???#FUCK YOU TOO#I HAD A FUCKING SPINAL INFECTION THAT ATE AT MY DISCS YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE#I DONT REMEMBER YOUR NAME BUT I HOPE YOU LOST YOUR LICENSE#ROT#I WAS 17 WHEN I WENT TO YOU FOR HELP#YOU SHAMED ME INTO NOT GETTING A SECOND OPINION#I WAS 24 WHEN I WOKE UP AND COULDNT MOVE#this post wasn’t about fatphobia in the medical field but fuck it sure could’ve turned into one#I think about that doctor and I get so angry for 17 year old me#you didn’t deserve that#WE DIDNT DESERVE THAT#if he’d just listened maybe it never would’ve gotten so bad later
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you guys how do i convince my friend gravity falls isnt too immature for him???
#i wanna infect another person with this show and the fandom so badly you dont get it-#gravity falls#gravity falls fandom#book of bill#bill cipher#billford
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Old limbus women but one of them is my OC LMAOOOO
#bart#limbus company#limbus company oc#her name is Eglantine if you rly wanna finally know#she has more issues than she has atoms#lcb oc#ahab limbus company#lcb ahab#Eglantine is like if you put all the radiation made by humanity and put it in a old woman#she has beef with everyone that isn't her late wife and late child LMAOOO#i dont count that fuckass eye wrinkle as hag shit okay. i dont count outis and you cant fucking make me and i dont count hermann#old white people get insanely dusty its actually scary#also its a way of me shooting out my little play on ahab. shes kinda low-key infected by the pallidifcation but yknow...its ahab#everyone knows her deteriorating mass but its almost as if she has infested her own insanity as her faith which she has#thats just normal#and Eglantine....she has a severe hatred for those that exhibit a sort of almighty thought process in anyway#i almost just gave up a shit ton of Eglantine lore but naur....not yet#i need to reblog some other stuff up in here#these two will NEVER interact but like i took some liberties and Eglantine is about to attack ahab#Eglantine not being able to justify shit normally so she sees some shit and is jsut “close enough. welcome back holy ones”#I'm going to be specifically abnormal about pallidification hope y'all are readt#im a fucking weirdo when ut comes to anatomy and how the body works with said shit among other things
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rotating qcharlie and codeflippa in my brain. I miss them I want to see them again I want codeflippa to meet the other eggs I want charlie to meet sunny I want charlie to get mad at the other eggs and their parents for treating her different I want sunny and flippa to be besties (and for it to make tallulah trust sunny even less than she already does) I want charlie to immediately get attached to sunny I want him to call flippa and sunny his girls I want him to (hesitantly) ask tubbo to maybe possibly babysit flippa if he sees her around bc she and sunny are close. I miss them if you can't tell.
#i want. sunny and/or tubbo. to start getting infected by codeflippa.#okay i dont WANT that but i want The Drama#qsmp#qsmp charlie slimecicle#qsmp charlie#qsmp slimecicle#qsmp juanaflippa#qsmp codeflippa
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when i saw @fuzzie-bumble 's au and that moon dancer was a character in it i imminently wanted to draw my au's moon dancer with her but uh. i was a taaad late.
#hope fanart is ok i dont wanna be invasive so if i need to delete it lemme know#mlp infection au#gorehorse#<== new tw goretag because the old one was getting suppressed
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I love night springs episode 1 so much, but especially because of the fact that it was, of course, canonically written by Alan in a legitimate attempt to escape the dark place. At some point between 2010 and 2019, he fully just went, okay fuck it, maybe that super fan waitress who got possessed by the dark presence and drugged me is actually the chosen one. it's the epitome of "he'd try anything once"
#'he'd try anything once' is his explanation for the Hiss Incantation via the AWE dlc in control. fyi#i do wonder what the plan was for ep. 2 - did he make himself infected by the Not The Hiss? i dont get it#gonna have to rewatch someone else's playthrough or smth#alan wake 2#night springs
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