#I'm not sure if you can get the lower half of the hazmat suit from anyone other than Erwin

[pocketramblr]

Hey can you explain the danny phantom vivsection fanfic lore iceberg?

Uhh well I'm not in the phandom but I can try at least here's the lore iceberg

- "Ignore the last episode" (planet phantom?)- widely hated, everyone in the fandom and outside knows to ignore it, also part of hating Butch H who no one likes, top of the iceberg

- "Danny trans"- widely known but not as universal, (maybe?? Maybe it is but doesn't even need to be talked about anymore??) picked up from the fact that Danny's clone is a girl, some comments from other characters that are probably supposed to be bullies, the fact that Sam can convincingly pull off a Danny disguise, Butch H hates it so obviously it's good

- Reputation as horrible angsty- at the very least in the "hey wait the main character kinda died in the first episode huh"

- Lil Nas X Possible Danny Phantom Gay Awakening- this is probably the waterline of the ice berge. We're gonna go under now

- Vivisection Fics - he's a half ghost who's parents are crazy ghost hunting mad scientists. If the secret was ever revealed.... The fandom is crazy about these I guess. This is under the water but like still visible from above the water I feel

- Ghost King Danny- little lower. Popular, makes for such cool art it gets bursts of attention still. Usually played angsty for the above reasons

- uh Dad Clockwork- common enough but not well know probably because I think the guy is like in what 3 episodes?? But where dads are lacking the fandom will find one. Used for hurt comfort kind of angst I presume

- Dead Danny AU- he's full dead because that's both the most angsty* option and because it's dumb that Butch H says ghosts aren't dead people even tho some in the show are confirmed to be so??? Includes Danny rotting maybe??

(*not actually the most angsty, there are things worse than death or half death as the phandom likes to explore... But theoretically)

- Hazmat au- a thing I guess I literally only found out about it yesterday but I guess it's been around longer? Gist is that Danny was actually fully wearing his hazmat suit in that machine that half killed him and that changes things... In different ways depending on the author?

- the Reveal goes worse- not Vivisection bad, but like. Real bad. Angsty reactions from horrified parents. Danny feeling isolated. All the stuff that kinda led to his Evil Future Version in the show but worse because the people he loves are still alive he just can't fully reconcile with them

- the Reveal goes ok fluffy fics - so deep in the iceberg I'm not actually sure they exist

[victorluvsalice]

Surprise surprise, Wheatley’s officially infected! What, did you honestly believe I WASN’T going to do that? XD Hell, it even fits in with his role in the story -- he can observe his symptoms in himself and help Chell find the cure! ...Look, I just find Wheatley with the POSSESSED facial expression super-amusing, okay? XD

Fortunately, Chell is the competent one in this relationship, and immediately set to work getting the necessary components to her hazmat suit. Erwin had the body portion sitting in his secret inventory, which he parted with for $1,000; and Chell quickly befriended a scientist and handed over the Infection Profile to get a Spore Filter in her mailbox once they went home. A quick assemble later, and she was the proud owner of a working hazmat suit! Now she can plumb the deepest parts of the lab and see what’s lurking down there once and for all! And not a moment too soon, as Wheatley is talking to plants and freaking out normal Sims with his hilarious “infected” run. XD

However, the rest of StrangerVille is actually going to have to wait until their next go-round. Reason being, tomorrow is Harvestfest for this group, and -- well, I think they’ve earned a break. I mean, they already worked through Spookfest. . . So yeah, next time, just some easy old Thanksgiving-themed fun from our favorite trio. Though it’s POSSIBLE they’ll have a special guest or two over. . .

[zipp0flare]

Infection part 1

(So, this is an old relic piece back from when I first started playing Left 4 Dead. I loved the character and infected designs so much back then (still do, tbh) that I actually made several characters, whom I still love to this day. I only have stories for two of them, back from my deviantArt days, which is why this may look familiar. Anywho, this is the origin story for my Hunter, Luke (based off a GaiaOnline avatar I made one day, which is why the design choice is kinda funky.))

The rave that was so often filled to the brim with people on Saturday nights was close to being empty, mainly only filled with the loyal regulars that spent their free nights dancing amongst the music and flashing lights. A young male made his way to a small group of men gathered around the bar, some of which gave him surprised greetings.

"Whoa, Luke! Didn't think we'd see you here!" A man with a large, orange dyed mohawk called as he motioned the other male over. 'Luke' merely scoffed and sat down next to the man, as well a second man, wearing a ridiculous, tie dyed ski cap. "You know you look like a moron with that on, right Mal?" Luke asked, to which he received a punch in the arm from 'Mal'.

"You don't look any better. What's with the goggles, and the hood? Hell, what are you doing here in the first place?" Luke gave Mal a scowl, which only grew when the first man piped up; "Yeah, he's right. I mean, you have heard about the Green Flu going around, right?"

Luke leveled a glare at the man. "I could ask you the same question. I could ask everyone here the same question. I came here because I had planned to ever since Tuesday. But it looks like the hype about this flu has caused everyone to run for home with their tail between their legs."

Luke coughed into his arm, causing his two companions to inch back a little farther. "Damn, did you come here with it? What the fuck were you thinking?!"

"Vince, I don't have the flu, my throat's just been sore. You can calm down." Mal and Vince still looked leery. "I think you should go back home. You don't know if you're not infected, and none of us want to come down with the thing. I mean, I've heard some people are dying from it." Vince actually sounded somewhat worried, though it was hard to tell if the worry was for his friend, or for himself.

"That's just the media making this whole thing look worse than it did. Remember their last, so-called 'epidemic'?" Mal choked back a laugh. "Yeah, you boarded yourself up in your apartment for a week and a half. You thought the world was ending or something." Mal may have controlled his laughter, but Vince had begun to guffaw at the memory.

"And nothing happened, which made me look like a damn idiot."

"Yeah, you did look like a fool when you finally came out of your 'house of safety' with the fire axe you practically stole from your apartment building."

"Exactly. So, just like nothing happened then, everything's just going to go over in a week or so, and everyone will soon forget about the Green Flu." Luke raised a hand into the air with three fingers up, and waved to the bartender, earning a nod as the woman behind the bar got to work.

"So... you're sure your not infected, right?" Vince asked cautiously. "Yes. I know I'm not infected. I haven't even been near someone who's sick. Though..." His face scrunched up in disgust, to which his two friend gave him odd looks. "You remember my weird ass neighbor? Who lives in the apartment to the right of mine?"

"You mean crazy old hag Meri-something?" Vince received a nod. "What the hell did she do this time? Start up a story about her toe jam again?" Mal had to keep from retching when he heard Vince, even though he hadn't been there for whatever this story was, unlike poor friends. "No, not another toe jam story. I went to get my mail this morning and saw her walking my direction. I've gotten to the point where I wait for her to start going through whatever crap she's received until I leave. I stood there for two minutes and she didn't start rummaging through her mail. Instead, the crazy bat reaches over and bites me in the arm!"

"The fuck?! I knew she was out of her mind, but biting people?"

"I have no idea what was going through her freaky mind, but it was hard enough to break the skin." Luke rubbed his bandaged arm, currently concealed under his black arm warmers. "What did you do?" Mal asked, knowing that the story couldn't have ended there.

"I immediately elbowed her in the stomach out of reflex. She whined like a dog and took off after that."

"She broke the skin? Did you disinfect and all that crap?" Luke nodded. "I pretty much bathed it in rubbing alcohol, which burned like hell I might add."

Mal and Vince still looked disgusted with the story, thankful that neither of them had a out-of-their-mind neighbor that went around biting people. "Maybe you should head back home." Vince piped up after a few moments of silence. "If she bit you and all, maybe she's infected?"

"I'm sure the cause of that is from being out of her mind. I'm fine." Luke stressed the word 'fine'. "So, you wanted to come here on a Saturday, mainly only because we always do. You also think that all of this is just the media hyping things up a bit. I still don't see you going out, risking getting sick. You're the one who's always against that kind of-"

"It's nothing!" Luke exclaimed, startling his two friends, along with other people that were close by. "It's... just your normal flu."

"Dude... what the hell has your panties in a bunch? You're never this worked up." There was only silence from Luke, who seemed to almost be refusing to answer Mal's question.

"Maddie's sick." Those two words were so quiet that Luke's friends almost didn't catch what Luke had said. Maddie, Madeline, was Luke's five-year-old sister; she meant the world to Luke. "Maddie's sick with it. And if I start freaking out about this whole thing, I"m basically telling myself that my little sister's going to die." He bit his lower lip. "So, all of this is just nothing, alright?"

"... Sorry, I.. I had no idea, man." Mal apologized. "How's she doing?"

"She's currently in quarentine with CEDA. Or, that's what I'm being told." Luke coughed into his arm again, a bit more harshly this time. "I'm not sick, you can drop it." Luke knew what his friends were thinking and his words shut them up before they could say anything.

The bartender came back with his drink, but Luke could tell that she was keeping her distance as well. "Damn, why the hell is everyone acting like this.." He growled. Luke was hardly ever this agitated but Mal and Vince took it as him simply being worked up about his younger sister.

There was silence amongst the friends once more (minus Luke's coughing every few minutes) none of them knowing what to say. The silence was broken by a loud swearing from Luke. "They need to turn down these fucking lights. My eyes are burning from them!" His friends cringed, not expecting Luke's outburst. "Uh... the lights are the same as they always are. You sure you're oka-"

"I'm fine! Dammit, I'm fine!" Luke held his injured arm close to him, his fingers digging into it. Vince simply held his hands in front of him as if to guard himself from Luke's verbal lashing.

Luke's coughing seemed to have quickly and steadily grown worse, and he was beginning to notice a slightly red stain decorating the inside of his arm. Maybe he was seeing things though, his eyesight seemed to steadily be growing worse, and it was hard to think of anything with the pounding headache that had suddenly overwhelmed him.

Luke could barely make out his friend's worried looks, only seeing their lips moving while no sound came from their mouths, but the music in the background seemed to only be getting louder and louder, the noise assaulting his eardrums and causing his headache to grow worse.

As his eyes began to slowly bleed was when he fell backward and off of his seat, his head making a sickening crack as it hit the floor. Luke could barely see now, barely think, barely even keep his eyes open. "Holy shit! Someone call an ambulance, or something!" Mal and Vince had only become more and more concerned for Luke, giving him questions and suggestions, both of which went unanswered. None of that, though, compared to the panic going through their systems when their friend suddenly fell off the seat, bleeding out of his eyes.

"C'mon, Luke! You've been through worse, stay with us!" Vince exclaimed with frustration, trying to make things not at bad as they seemed, as he crouched down next to his friend. The bartender had already called 911, though Vince and Mal were wondering if it would do any good now.

When Luke slowly started to come to, letting out groans and what sounded like low growling, the duo's hope skyrocketed. It came crashing down, though, when Luke suddenly rolled off of his back and onto his stomach, crouching and growling at his 'friends'.

"Whoa, calm down, buddy... everything's alright.. you're going to be okay.." Neither of them had anymore time to say anything before 'Luke' pounced and attacked them both.

When the ambulance finally arrived, along with several people in hazmat suits from CEDA, they found the rave a bloody, gruesome mess. Several bodies were scattered on the floor and against the bar's counter. All of them were viciously torn into. "We need to block this place off. Don't let anything come out or into here." One of the CEDA workers commanded. While several people rushed to various parts of the club, a lone ambulance worker looked out at the horrific scene and sighed. His eyes turned down to see a man at his feet, with a large, orange mohawk, who looked even more torn into than the rest of the bodies at the scene. He didn't seem to pay much mind to the smeared blood trail that led away from the body, simply assuming that it was caused by the thing that had caused all of this. "God, this sickness is horrid..."

[davio1962]

A Wall Full Of Bees

I am one of the lucky few who was able to buy a home before the housing market blew up. It's a modest house but it's mine. I consider it a comfortable refuge for me and I hate when that comfort is disturbed.

Which brings me to the subject of renovations. Apparently, houses don't last forever and require structural upkeep every now and then. And, at times, there are aesthetic changes one wants to make. I hate both of these.

To be fair, I don't really mind when work has to be done outside the house or to the outside OF the house. I can still hide in my refuge, lower the blinds and pretend none of it is happening. When the renovations take place IN the house, however, all bets are off.

This week (and next week, if you're keeping score) has been just such an occurrence. We are going to have a newfangled air-conditioner system installed, but before that, the old, in-the-wall units have to be removed and the resulting holes in the walls bricked and patched up.

I should take a moment and discuss something that absolutely repulses me. Dust. Particularly, that fine dust that comes from sawing, sanding, trimming--and especially--taking air conditioners out of walls. No matter how well you cover things, move them to seemingly unaffected parts of the house or hide them in closets or basements, they always end up with a coating of fine dust. Just running my hand over an affected surface is enough to give me the willies. In addition, I must inhale about a metric ton of the stuff, with it taking up permanent residence in both my nose hairs and my bronchial tubes.

Therefore, I dutifully covered everything with plastic and wore the equivalent of a hazmat suit in order to reduce the affect of that godforsaken substance. Still, there was one thing my wife and I weren't prepared for. And it happened when they were removing the air conditioner unit from our bedroom...

You see, apparently a group of intrepid bees had also taken refuge in my comfortable home. Actually, they were HORNETS, which are like bees--only meaner. They are like the Republicans of the stinging world if you will. Anyway, like me, the hornets were none too thrilled having their refuge disrupted by renovations. But instead of whining and complaining like I typically do, hornets tend to go on the attack.

Cut to early this morning when I began to hear some angry buzzing while still lying in bed. I quickly threw on the light and saw 2 hornets flying all zig-zaggy above me. And while stinging things tend to scare the bejeebus out of me, I WAS prepared. I grabbed my nearby trusty fly swatter (also applicable for hornets, I thought) and began swinging it like a madman possessed. I'm sure my convulsive attempts at swatting were quite entertaining to those winged marauders.

It was not pretty but eventually I was successful. That is, I was successful in completely destroying my ceiling fan and knocking one of my pictures off the wall. The hornets, on the other hand, were still no worse for wear. Eventually one of them (probably delirious with laughter) got careless and ended up straying a little too close to my swatter.

I left him a crumbled mess on the floor while at the same time trying to draw the other hornet's attention to his now-deceased partner in crime. I hoped that it would serve as some kind deterrent, some motivation to declare the mission aborted. Unfortunately, hornets are the sociopaths of the insect world. And for that reason, the other hornet appeared completely unaffected by the loss of his comrade. Sadly for him (but fortunately for me), he too eventually felt the 'sting' of my plastic swatter. I stood hunched over their 2 corpses with my chest heaving and tears in my eyes. Then I went to fetch a tissue to help dispose of the bodies.

For the rest of the day, I stood vigilant by the hole in my wall/Hornet Hotel. A few stray, uninvited guests made their way in only to be swatted like those before them. Of course there was more collateral damage, but those irreplaceable keepsakes needed to be sacrificed for the common good. Finally, our contractor came and sealed off the hole in my wall. Sure, he was stung but it could have been worse.

It could have been me.

Disclaimer: I know it took me almost half of this post to get to the 'Wall Full Of Bees' title reference and then it turned out to be hornets. But 'Wall Full Of Bees" just sounded better. Feel free to fight me.

Disclaimer 2: The picture attached to this post is stock. I doubt the situation in MY wall was as severe. Hope you're not too disappointed.