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I did it - I finally did it, I made concept doodles of the different leaders
I've been meaning to do this for a while now, I've just kept forgetting to and then get distracted with much more pressing matters n shit so yk but I decided fuck it they don't need to be good so long as they just get my idea across,,, and then later on when I have the time, energy and patience to I can fully render them
These are all also leaning into who they are in my HCs, simply because I think it's kinda boring to just go "well what if we put person a in person b's body and keep everything else the exact same" like where's the nuance in that,,,
So all the same story beats still happen, just minor differences, like Tord still leaves and has the robot explode causing the damage (but different contexts now) and Tom is still possessed by the rage demon or whateva and Edd still gets powers and Matt still becomes a vampire,, they just are put in different plot points in the story
I don't like the idea of just reskinning characters, yk, if I were to change story beats for things like "instead of matt getting bitten by the vampire bite it was tord" I wouldn't want it to just be the same shit happens because Tord wouldn't react the same way to it as Matt would, yk ?? I don't wanna give the character's the others personalities, just their plot beats
But in this things stay relatively the same
Except in this Tom, in a desperation to live after failing to dismantle Tord's robot in an act of rage against Tord returning and pretending like nothing happened, makes a deal with his more demonic half and gives up part of his soul to live
Edd gets blown up trying to use Tord's robot against Tord's wishes and something something main characters can't die or whatever so he painfully finds out that his "poweredd" powers grant him a very fucked up version of immortality,,, I made it look goopy because I can and I'm madly in love with my partner and they've given me this idea so fuck them blame them if you want
Matt gets no lasting consequences for his actions because he's a vampire and they have MAD regenerative abilities, but he does still blow up but this time when him and Edd are fucking around in Tord's little office ?? whatever the hell it is he has stuffed in his room as a secondary room, yk when him and Edd are touching all those buttons they're not supposed to, that's what caused the robot to malfunction and Matt ends up getting the brunt of it - I mean so does Edd, and since this would be Tom's world that would probably why Matt and Edd's relationship grows sour since Edd got caught up in the blast too n whatnot I dunno I'm mostly spitballing here I haven't sat down and properly thought out these AUs yet so yk
take all of this with a grain of salt this is ALLLL subject to change in the future but for now this is what I have in my head for everything :p
#eddsworld#jay talk#jay draws#ew#art#fanart#digital art#doodles#concept art#ew tom#tom#ew blue leader#blue leader#mattsworld#ew edd#edd#ew green leader#green leader#tomsworld#tordsworld#ew matt#matt#ew purple leader#purple leader#tom looks a lot more purple on my drawing tablet what the eff
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PARTY ROCK IS IN THE HOUSE TONIGHT đĽ
Loop x Porty MK, idea courtesy of isatcord!
#i think everyone should smash their interests together like toys#loops gets to be flamboyant and overzealous#as a treat#au where everything is the exact same except#loop is 120% more over the top#âain't no one leaving this portyâ#they say as they attempt 1st degree murder on siffrin#this was drawn like 4 days ago#just trying (and failing) to space out my posts#in stars and time#isat#isat loop#in stars and time loop#isat fanart#in stars and time fanart#act 6 secret spoilers#the tags spoil LOL#do i tag lmk?#yeah#lego monkie kid#artilite#artilite art
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Headcanon: Black Arms/Darkling's long tails have a built in stinger that releases the paralysis toxin onto someone for a short time, around fifteen minutes. This would easily freeze someone up and leave them vulnerable for whatever the alien wishes to do with them.
OOOOOOOOO I LIKE THIS (taking notes /hj)
#could this possibly be a thing in black arms sonic au bc that sure is interesting /gen#ask box#black arms#Clippy shall abuse this power Iâm sure#more reasons for an au where âeverything is the exact same except Doleon has a long tailâ
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AU where Shen Yuan gets transmigrated as an Original Character into the Demon Realm a few years before Bingge gets there. But even though he's not SQQ, he LOOKS like a near exact copy. So he figures that if he wants to survive he needs to make himself useful. First things first, he needs to know what the hell is going on, so he starts working with lower level demons setting himself up as someone necessary, and relatively important so he can figure out when in the plot they are. It's pretty easy, there's not much in the way of organization down here and despite everything he's not that bad an actor. It helps that SQJ's face is beautiful in every setting and he will quickly create a reputation of the stubborn beauty amongst the demon realm. It's around this time he starts wearing a veil to mask his resemblance to SQJ, but really it just adds to the mysterious allure aspect.
He utilizes his plot knowledge to get things ready for Binghe's arrival, tidying up the palace, setting up good staff, getting rid of some of the smaller villains that kidnap Ning Yingying and Liu Mingyan etc later. Actually a lot of smaller villains who kidnap, harass or belittle Bingge's harem. It's like every time he's running an errand he meets another piece of cannon fodder that will inevitably lead Bingge to another papapa scene. It's fine, by the time he's done with them (thank god this body doesn't have the same limitations as his old one) they follow him around with big demon puppy eyes and scramble to do chores and tasks for him.
By the time the Endless Abyss moment is set to happen, SY has thorough knowledge of the abyss and all of the special items tucked away in various locations across it. You can't be mad and murder someone who helped you through the torture torment evil maze of plot relevant trauma, right?
He finds Bingge post fall and does his best to act callous and only vaguely helpful, leading Bingge in the right direction and away from the biggest threats. His goal is to be a helpful and forgettable NPC. Someone who, if he runs into him again, Bingge will have mercy for and be left alone. Despite his resemblance to SQJ. But what he doesn't take into account is A) in no version of this story is he capable of being that hands off and B) Bingge was just shown kindness for the first time in years by a mysterious and elusive beauty with brilliant eyes and an obvious intelligence.
Since this is Bingge and not Binghe, he doesn't immediately fall for SY, and is in fact wildly paranoid, terrified and angry about things in general. But every time something seems to go wrong in the abyss, instead of taking the hits and becoming the stallion protagonist, SY shows up to give him a magic item, or rushes in to protect him from fatal blows and on two separate occasions thoughtlessly petted Bingge's hair when he was injured, which rattled Bingge so bad that he almost died again fighting the next monster.
Shen Yuan is gone often enough that he still makes his way to the Demon Palace, collects Xin Mo and builds his harem, though it's smaller than it was originally. Mostly because SY had taken out the smaller villains and then because SY had interfered with Bingge's quests so often.
Obviously Shen Yuan has a soft spot for Bingge now but doesn't admit it. But he's satisfied he can slip away now without too much consequence, except no he can't. Bingge asks for him, to collect something for him. To ask him something about another demon. To just stare at him for a half hour with a vein about to pop in his forehead as he tried to see through the veil before huffing and sending him away again.
Since Bingge is obviously not going to let him slip away, and SY isn't sure if Bingge is going to kill him or not he desperately makes himself useful again. He takes care of Bingge's harem. That's a lot of housing and food and clothes to take care of! The girls fight often! He'll just slip into the mix and keep the peace until Bingge forgets about him. And in the meantime sometimes he tends to Bingge and he and Bingge have dinner together. And isn't it so cute how the stallion protagonist can blush when he compliments the dish? And once or twice he combs out Bingge's hair. And sometimes Bingge rubs the scowl from between Shen Yuan's brows and lets his finger outline his jaw over the silk of his veil when SY is tending to tedious business.
Yeah, I'm sure one of these days Bingge will let you slip away SY.
Anyway Bingge is just relieved that Shen Yuan has accepted that he's part of the harem now.
#scum villain#svsss#mxtx svsss#svsss au#bingqiu#i was just thinking about shen yuan taking care of the harem and not noticing he was a part of it
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Marble Hornets AU where everything is the exact same except Alex is wearing this shirt every time he shows up on screen
#Yes I did this sleep-deprived at 5 am why do you ask#I'm not apologizing for my inability to make good edits btw#my art#marble hornets#marble hornets fanart#alex kralie#marble hornets au#I GUESS?
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tgcf au where everything is the exact same except HC loses his Cool Guy persona in front of XL and becomes a stuttering Mess
#tgcf#heaven official's blessing#Teen!HC calling people fcking losers to their face but then being like âhhh;;;; Ge..ge... â§âşâ( áľĚ´ĚśĚˇĚĽĚ ¡̍ áľĚ´ĚśĚˇĚŁĚĽĚ )â with XL#he becomes white lotus!Hua Cheng with XL#and Dark Lotus with everyone else#i know mxtx loves her Intimidating and Perfect gongs but Consider:#HC channelling E'ming bc Gege is so beautiful & amazing that all of his preparations and intentions to act Competent just go out the window#no self assured HC in my hualian house!!!#His Coolness died with Wuming#hualian#hua cheng#xie lian#mine
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deltarune yellow au where everything is the exact same except clover & kanako enter the closet beforehand and completely fuck up the legend
#this was funnier in my head but i spent too much time on this not to post it#also i might use these clover & kanako dark world designs for something else later idk#deltarune#undertale yellow#utdr#ralsei#clover uty#kanako uty#my art
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A homestuck au where everything is the exact same except karkat sags his pants and sollux wears high waisted pants. Thats it thats the only difference.
!!! still very gender
#ask#crunchysaladx#homestuck#sollux captor#karkat vantas#solkat#2024#vioart#giggling actual high-waisted sollux wld be such a geeky prep. maybe for another time#i think in an alt universe where karkat doesnt need to run from immediate danger he prolly would sag a little
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hazbin hotel au where everything is the exact same except Alastor is cursed cat Alastor
Just imagine it showing up on Charlie's doorstep one day and running the hotel and the overlords having to deal with that fucking abomination every meeting and Vox looks like an idiot because his mortal enemy is this random weird cat
#hazbin hotel#vivziepop#hazbin#the radio demon#alastor#cursed cat alastor#hazbin alastor#hazbin hotel fandom#hazbin hotel theory#hazbin vox#hazbin memes#hazbin fandom#hazbinhotel#hazbin hotel meme
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Dead by Dawn (Part 18)
Azriel x Cassian x Reader
Summary:Â Zombie!AU: Itâs been a while since the end of the world.
Warnings:Â Blood, gore, injury, graphic depictions of violence, poly!relationship, slow burn, undead, death
Word Count: 4328
(Part 1)Â (Part 2)Â (Part 3)Â (Part 4)Â (Part 5)Â (Part 6)Â (Part 7)Â (Part 8)Â (Part 9)Â (Part 10)Â (Part 11)Â (Part 12)Â (Part 13)Â (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17)
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When youâve successfully managed to empty the contents of your stomach, the first thing you notice is that your ears are ringing.
Everything slowly begins to creep back into focus. The warm hand on your back, running a soothing pattern up and down your spine. The soft voice murmuring at your side. The vomit pooling on the floor before you. And of course, the thing thatâs causing your ears to ring in the first place: the screaming.
You donât remember falling to your knees, but youâre here, and you sit back on your haunches slowly because your stomach is still roiling. You try to focus on the massacre happening around you.
Nestaâs screaming in the doorway. She looks like sheâs actually going to kill you, which is probably why Eris is holding her back with an arm wrapped firmly around her waist. She has a crazed look on her face, silver eyes alight with a fear so deep that it reads like the rage of a thousand wars.
âSheâs been bit!â Nesta screeches, clawing at Eris in a desperate attempt to reach for anyone she can get her hands on. His soft, consoling words in her ear are doing nothing to break past the white-hot rage burning across her features. âWhat did he do to her?â
âHe didnât do a damn thing but fall for your sister,â Cassian bites back, voice louder than necessary. You all know what happens when you love something in a world like this. It always gets ripped away, which is why you havenât allowed yourself to think anything more about the two men youâve been occupying your time with. âWe donât have time to waste, they need us out there searching for them.â
Azrielâs murmuring into the walkie-talkie, trying to discern where the hell Rhysand and Feyre might be, but after a few broken responses from your friends, they stop responding.
He turns to the rest of you with a solemn look. âTheir walkie died.â
Fuck. This is worse than bad.
âWe need to move,â Cassian says, tone pitched with a worry heâs failing to mask. He needs Rhysand alive like he needs Azriel alive, because without either of them, he wouldnât want to be living in this godsforsaken planer either. âWhere are our weapons? Weâll find them and bring them back.â
âThatâs my sister. Iâm going,â Nesta growls, and your heart pinches at the sight of the turmoil in Erisâ amber eyes because you feel the exact same as him.
âThen Iâm going, too,â he murmurs, caressing Nestaâs cheek. Sheâs stopped fighting now, and you think you catch him brushing a tear from her face. Youâre not sure how she hasnât entirely broken down yet, knowing that both of her sisters have been bitten.
The pair share an embrace so tender you have to look away.
When they return their attention to your party, Nestaâs voice is firm, any traces of her anguish long forgotten, except in the way that her fingers are white knuckled around Erisâ. âOne of you stays here.â
âWhat? Why?â Cassian asks in disbelief.
âSo we know this isnât an ambush,â Eris provides, already double-checking the weapons attached to his hips. Itâs a move so similar to Azriel that it stuns you until her words hit home.
âAn ambush?â You blurt your confusion. Rage boils the blood in your veins. You refuse to lose another friend out there, not after how horrible the last time any of you split up is turning out to be. âThis isnât a fucking ambush, itâs your fucking sister!â
Your anger doesnât land. Nestaâs glare punctures a hole in your chest and itâs suddenly difficult to breathe. âExactly. Itâs my sister. I will go and see to her. Your presence isnât needed. Youâve already done enough.â
You want to crumple beneath the weight of her words. They hang thickly in the air, the only sound filling the suddenly eerie dining room is the soft crackling from the walkie-talkie. Rhysand and Feyre are waiting for reinforcements, thereâs no time to wither into the ground and cry until the house is flooded.
âEvery second we waste here is another second Feyre suffers,â Azriel spits, his hand clenching yours. Cassianâs body is warm at your front from where heâs stepped slightly in front of you at Nestaâs implied threat. âWe need to go.â
But Nesta is even more hard-headed than her sister. âShe stays.â
You donât like the look on Azrielâs face when he turns to you. Youâre already shaking your head when he tries to speak, but youâre quick to cut him off, your hysterics taking over your words.
âNo,â your voice breaks, tears spilling down your cheeks. âNo, Azriel. Please, I need to be there.â This might very well be the last time you see Feyre, and you need to be there for her.
âWe need you to stay,â Azriel pleads. His hand is firm where your shoulder meets your neck and his hazel eyes are stern, but it isnât difficult to read how terrified he is. Youâre not sure youâve ever seen him so scared, not even when youâd first found each other and Cassian was on the brink of bleeding out. Maybe you hadnât known him all that well at that point, but now, you know that his heart is much larger than you ever gave him credit for.
âNo,â you protest, shaking your head, but you can tell that thereâs no room for arguing this. Heâs already running through ideas of how to save your friends in his head. âTheyâre my friends, too!â
âWe need you safe.â We need you to survive.
You shake your head, fingers fisting into his shirt. Azriel ducks down and captures you in a kiss so desperate, filled with so much love and pleading and finality that you canât raise your head when he pulls away from you and Cassian takes his place.
âPleaseâŚâ Itâs all you can do to beg, falling into Cassianâs strong arms, but at this point you know itâs futile. Theyâll be going without you, and youâre to stay here so that Nesta and Eris know they wonât try anything. Itâs smart, protecting themselves, but it doesnât make you like them.
âIâm sorry,â Cassian whispers, cradling you in his arms and pressing light kisses to your hair while Eris doles out weapons to Azriel. Nesta watches with a menacing look on her face and arms crossed over her chest like sheâd rather let the two men youâre falling for on a recon mission in the woods without any protection.
In this world, being bitten means you have hours. If Feyre isnât already showing signs of the infection taking hold, she will be soon. Realization strikes you down like a fucking semi-truck, tightening your throat and prickling your eyes. Your best friend, the one that youâve stuck with for the better part of the last year has been bitten, and youâre all arguing about playing savior.
Fuck. As much as you want to be out there finding your friend, one of you needs to stay. Because Azriel and Cassian want you safe, because Nesta and Eris are scared out of their minds, because if something goes wrong, there is nothing worth fighting for anymore, but if everything goes right, this place could be your haven.
You saw the way Cassianâs eyes lit at the mention of the underground bunkers, at the sight of the healthy greens on your plates. Heâs been dreaming of a place like this, a place to take root and utilize the seeds heâd so carefully traveled with all this time. This place could be his playground, and you want nothing more than for him to have something positive to latch onto in a world of the undead.
And Azriel. Somewhere hiding behind the walls heâs so carefully constructed, he cares. He cares about finding someplace safe for everyone he loves to set up camp for a prolonged period. Heâs tired of running, tired of searching for something that heâs given up hope on a long time ago. Everyone he cares about now is here, or almost here, and he doesnât need the weight on his shoulders of searching for safety.
âGo,â you choke, clutching Cassianâs forearms so tightly your nails dig into his skin. His eyes flicker between yours, searching for any sliver of indignation. If you truly donât want him to go, he wonât. Thereâs no predicting what will happen out there, and youâre just as important to him as the rest of his friends. âGo,â you urge again, softly. âFind them and bring them back.â
âYes maâam,â he agrees, before smashing his mouth against yours. Itâs desperate, a promise of so much more, and then heâs pulling away and taking the knife Azrielâs handing him, and then theyâre all out the door and youâre standing in the doorway of a silent home, with only the distant coughs coming from a bitten girl upstairs to keep you company while the men youâve fallen completely in love with leave to save her bitten sister.
âWeâre coming back to you,â he calls over his shoulder, determined.
It's all you can do to keep yourself together until theyâre out of your line of sight.
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Minutes pass. Then hours, and thereâs no sign of your companions.
You try not to worry, but itâs inevitable. Cleaning up the abandoned dinner does nothing to ease your nerves. Snooping through cabinets and the pantry and the rest of the main floor does nothing to stop the haunting scenarios of everything that could go wrong from playing in your head. You eye the staircase leading upstairs, but knowing whatâs up there, whoâs up there, you refrain.
For now.
There is no peace in knowing that their group of four is searching for your lost friends. None of you hardly know Nesta and Eris, and as good as Azriel is at tracking, they have no clue where the hell Rhysand and Feyre are. They must be closer than you think, because they were in range of the walkie-talkies, but that could span for miles, and the sun is shining brightly through the large, front windows of the house. They have hours before night falls completely.
It's Lucien who finds you in the front room. Youâve barely moved from one of the large chairs you pulled in front of the window because you canât find it in yourself to leave.
He takes the free one across the room, and it looks like heâs sat there many times, pondering Elainâs health.
He hasnât been taking very good care of himself, either, from what you can tell. It looks like he hasnât been far from her bedside in ages, his auburn hair is a tangled mess, and you know youâre no longer filling out your clothes the way you used to, but with the food you now know they have around here, you know he hasnât been eating well.
âYouâre the one that helped Cassian, right?â He asks, and your head snaps in his direction. How could he have known that? Cassianâs hardly limping these days at all, but itâs the desperation in Lucienâs eyes that keeps you from shifting further into your seat. He blushes at your surprise, a sheepish look overtaking his handsome features. âI noticed the wound on his leg. I was hoping that you would be the one to have fixed it.â
âWhy would you hope that I was the one to fix it?â You all but whisper. Your heart is jackhammering in your chest, but Lucien doesnât look like heâs going to attack. The only crazed thing about him is the circles under his eyes from lack of sleep, and the despair weighing his shoulders down.
âBecause I want you to take a look at Elain.â
His words make the earth shift.
âSheâs bitten,â you breathe. âThereâs nothing I can do about that.â
âPlease,â he begs, âI justâI canât give up on her yet.â
The utter rawness in his tone, the way heâs looking at you like youâre the one who could save the woman he lovesâŚitâs too much to say no. You know that if it were Azriel or Cassian, or when Feyre arrives, youâd be doing anything that you can to help.
You nod, and Lucienâs shoulders drop so hard that you think he might faint. You refrain from telling him that what youâd done to Cassian was done in haste, that you really donât know all that much about treating wounds or diagnosing zombie bites, only things that youâd picked up from your mother after her long shifts at the hospital when sheâd come home exhausted and grumbling about her work.
She had been one of the first to go, hoping to help people get through the infection.
Itâs the least you can do.
You follow Lucien up the carpeted staircase. It has an intricate design, crimson leaves and brunt oranges tangled together. It matches the color of the walls, the creamy trim lining the top and bottom. This would have been a mighty fine house to grow up in, you think as you follow him across the hall, past photographs of several young boys, all with the same-colored hair. There are several frames missing from the sunspots on the wallpaper.
You hesitate at the door Lucien slowly opens, suddenly nervous. You hadnât caught much of a glimpse of the middle Archeron sister, from what you had seen, she hadnât looked good.
âCome, please,â Lucien says, opening the door wider and gestures you inside.
Azriel and Cassian would be furious with you if they knew you were about to put yourself within inches of someone whoâs potentially infected, but theyâre the ones who left you here, so you follow Lucien inside.
The room is warm and damp, dusty, like the curtains havenât been pulled back in ages. Itâs dark, but you can still make out the lump in the middle of the large bed, the indent on the sheets from where Lucien must lie beside her, holding her through this pain.
You move closer to the bed, blinking the light from your eyes when Lucien lights a battery-powered lamp on the table beside the bed.
Your breath catches in your throat.
She looks worse in the dark than she had in the dining room downstairs, but maybe itâs because you stand closer now. With the lamplight shadowing her face, her cheeks and eyes look even more sunken, what you imagine were once pink, plump lips are chapped and dry to the bone.
âHas she been eating? Drinking?â You blurt, already concerned for the girl. Normally, youâre weary of strangers, and you donât know if itâs because sheâs Feyreâs sister or she looks like sheâs fighting through hell to stay alive from this bite, but the urge to help her in any way that you can is great.
âShe eats bites, at most,â Lucien offers sadly. Thereâs a plate on the bedside table with a can youâre all too familiar eating from. âSoft things sheâs able to get down. And I have to drip water in her mouth while sheâs sleeping because thatâs what she does most.â You can hear the sadness in his voice, the thickness of his throat when he speaks. He stares at Elain with so much devastation in his eyes that itâs difficult to look at.
You focus on the girl in the bed instead. Her breath is a brittle rattle in her chest, but Elain looks at peace. At least, while sheâs sleeping.
âHow long has she been like this?â You ask, silently asking if you can touch her. Lucien nods wearily, allowing you to get to work. You gently move the damp compress from her head to press the back of your hand to her forehead. Sheâs warm, cheeks a ruddy red that is the only sign of life against her pale skin.
Elainâs lashes flutter when you touch her, mumbling something uncoherent under her breath, but doesnât wake.
âWeeks now,â Lucien admits, worried. âIâd say nearly four.â
Four weeks ago. Your stomach curdles, even though itâs empty. Sheâs been like this for four weeks.
âWhere is the bite?â
Lucien doesnât look like he wants to show it to you. Reluctantly, he carefully removes Elainâs arm from beneath the thick blankets and pulls up the sleeve to the loose-fitting shirt sheâs resting in.
When he removes the wrap around the wound, you canât help but gasp, stepping closer out of a horrific curiosity. Sure, youâve seen zombie bites before, but youâve never seen something quite like this.
 The bite is near her elbow. Itâs red and raw, and the wounds havenât seemed to heal all that much in four weeks, but itâs notâŚdecaying either. Her veins are blackened where the infection has leeched into her blood. They crawl halfway up her arm, and almost to her fingertips, where they disappear.
âWe tied a tourniquet around her arm when she was first bitten,â Lucien explains, swallowing thickly. His fingers caress her arm, careful to avoid the plague-looking bite. âThey say that the infection takes hold within hours, and when the electricity was still running, it was said that the longest surviving bitten person lasted twelveâŚâ He trails off, and you canât help but notice the soft glint to his eyes, the upturned corners of his mouth as he stares down at the woman he loves. When his gaze finds yours again, thereâs a strength to his tone. âElain hasnât showed any progressing signs, and itâs been weeks.â
âJust because itâs been weeks doesnât mean that it wonât happen,â you say, and you hate that you have to. Her case is convincing, but not all infections progress as rapidly or as violently within each person. Itâs a case-by-case basis, though most tend not to last more than a few hours. You must admit, Elain is doing well.
Lucien doesnât say anything in response, and you know heâs choosing not to believe it. You donât want to believe it either, especially for Feyreâs sake, but you need to be realistic right now, things donât last forever.
âWe should clean the wound,â you continue. You want to help Lucien and Elain, you truly do, so youâll do what you can. âItâs looking a littleâŚâ
âFestered?â Lucien offers with a soft smile.
You can hardly manage one back. âYeah.â
âThereâs a bag of supplies on the bathroom counter,â Lucien nods toward the ensuite. âThereâs disinfectant, though I donât know how well it will work because itâs been expired for months. You can look through the rest, see if thereâs anything else that might be of help.â
You nod, removing yourself from their sight. You take another flashlight that Lucien hands you, and when the door closes behind you, you release a harsh breath that you didnât know you were holding.
Elain doesnât look like sheâs in good shape, but the wound doesnât seem to be spreading, and if she had a fever, itâs broken since then. You remind yourself to ask Lucien about it when you return to the bedside, but for now you take the time to scour the bag of medical supplies theyâve seemed to haphazardly throw together.
In it you find fresh bandages and the peroxide Lucien mentioned was in there. Thereâs about a half bottle left, and you donât like the looks of that, but you can use it sparingly. You find painkillers, though you donât expect Elain to wake for long enough to swallow them down.
âHas she been coughing a lot?â You ask when you return. Lucien sits on the bed beside Elain, gently stroking her hair. Her injured arm is propped in his lap, and he watches you carefully as you take the empty spot on the sheets, setting your supplies down.
âNot as much as when it began,â he answers.
âAnd has there been any mucus?â
âYeah.â
âWhat color?â
He grimaces, and your muscles tense, awaiting his response. âBlack, to begin. Now itâs cleared up. Almost clear.â
Thatâs a good sign, you think.
The peroxide bubbles softly, cleaning the wound. For the most part, it seems to be fine, and as much as youâd like to poke and prod at it, you donât want to disturb what seems to be a peaceful sleep for Elain.
Which is perfect, because the door to the house crashes open downstairs and shouting ensues.
You and Lucien startle, both jumping from the bed. Heâs already reaching for the knife at his hip, but when a shout drifts up the stairs, he relaxes slightly.
âLucien?â
He looks at you. âI think they found your friend.â
Your heart rate skyrockets, and itâs all you can do to give him final instruction before youâre bolting from the room. âDab this on the wound before you wrap it with fresh gauze.â
Youâre not all that sure you want to see the condition Feyre is in, but your legs donât stop moving. You skip the steps down the stairs and go crashing into the dining room where Rhys is gently laying your best friend down on the table.
Everything seems to come to a screeching halt.
Eris is by the front door, locking it shut. Heâs looking in your direction frantically, probably wondering why his brother hasnât called back to him. You barely notice him brushing past you as he makes his way upstairs.
Your eyes are locked on her.
Nesta and Cassian are shouting at one another while Azriel helps hold Feyre to the table. Rhys looks like a mess, tears streaming down his cheeks, and the sight breaks your heart. It gets your feet moving, and you almost slam into him as you make it to Feyreâs side.
The bite is deep and raw, new. You canât help but compare it to Elainâs, and unfortunately, Feyreâs looks much worse. Elainâs was a clean bite, like as soon as the zombie broke flesh, its jaw had unhinged. Feyreâs looks like the undead bit into her and latched on like a feral beast, almost ripping an entire chunk out of the back of her forearm.
Rhys shouts your name and you jump, turning to him. His cheeks are stained with tears, his voice is a ragged mess from the crying a pleading. âPlease, you have to help her,â he says frantically, âYou have to save her.â
And fuck, if that isnât a heavy weight to put on your shoulders.
You spring into action. As soon as Eris reenters the room, youâre screaming for him to get all the supplies that he can find that might help. He follows your direction, sprinting back up the stairs. Next, you shout the same thing to Cassian, telling him to fetch your bag from downstairs.
Feyreâs a moaning mess. Sheâs sweating profusely, hair matter to her head as she writhes on the table. Her fingers claw into the wood as she moans in pain and your heart breaks for her.
âItâs okay, Fey,â you say, brushing some of the sweat from her head. Fuck, her skin is on fire. Her frantic eyes meet yours and sheâs groaning your name, pupils consuming the blue of her eyes. âIâm going to help you.â
Cassian makes it back first and you ask him to dig out the painkillers. âYou have to swallow these,â you tell Feyre, whoâs quickly fading into unconsciousness. You wonder how long sheâs been awake.
Rhys takes over as Cassian pins her injured arm down, trying to coax her into swallowing the painkillers. From across the table, Azriel watches on, but his face shows nothing. Heâs watching you, you realize, watching you do what he knows you do best. Nesta stands beside him, ready to assist in any way that she can now that sheâs not bickering with Cassian.
âHow long ago was she bitten?â You ask Rhys, whoâs petting Feyreâs hair gently. Heâs murmuring to her softly, something about keeping her eyes on him, but he lifts his gaze to meet yours when he answers.
âA few hours ago. Maybe three.â
How did you not realize how long itâs been since theyâve been gone? The sun has fully set and darkness pours in through the windows. You donât have the time to wonder if any zombies have followed them back.
âOkay,â you breathe, taking in the state of the wound. Itâs bleeding, oozing black blood thatâs beginning to creep up her arm in the same way as her sisters. Thereâs a poorly made tourniquet fastened around her bicep, and thatâs the first thing you fix.
Eris arrives with the bottle of peroxide you used upstairs and his arms chock full of supplies. This place is a haven, alright, and youâre more than thankful you might have the supplies you need to help your friend.
You uncap the bottle and douse it onto Feyreâs arm. She moans as the liquid works its magic, trying to clean the wound. You repeat this step until the bubbles that fizzle off the wound are no longer muddy with black.
Thereâs not much that you can do, youâre afraid. From what youâve seen, the infection needs to run its course. Sheâll be in pain for now, but thereâs nothing you can truly do for your friend.
Which is probably why Rhysand begins freaking out when you pull out the gauze to wrap her wound in.
âThatâs it?â He shouts, rounding the table. Fury is written on his face like a tattoo. Feyreâs slipped into a less than peaceful unconsciousness, whimpering and twitching. âThatâs all youâre going to do for her?â
Cassian leaves his post at Feyreâs arm to stop his friend.
âThereâs nothing I can do, Rhys,â you reply just as sadly. You hold your breath, unsure if you should speak whatâs really on your mind, but with the way Rhysand is struggling against Cassian, you blurt, âI think the cure is in their blood,â and the room plunges into silence.
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one piece au where everything is the exact same except everytime zosan do their lil forehead clash fights, they end it with a peck on the lips and a fond 5-10 second lovesick gaze before parting ways and resuming their usual attitude towards each other
#they donât acknowledge it at all#nami: what was that#zoro: what was what#usopp: the thing you just did. what was it#sanji: i donât know what ur talking about#one piece#zosan#one piece zosan#roronoa zoro#zoro#sanji#black leg sanji#one piece zoro#one piece sanji#one piece shitpost#zoro x sanji#sanji x zoro
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Au where everything is the same, except Madam Yu visits Cloud Recesses before the story starts. She sees Lan Wangji and somehow determines that he is the exact sort of boy Wei Wuxian would fall in love with. So she insists that he attend their dumb summer school and stay there the whole time. Because if he falls in love, she can make him Lan Qiren's problem
Madam Yu: You are going to Cloud Recesses and don't come back until you've had a gay awakening
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Mh Au where everything is the exact same except Jay is repeatedly caught and charged with trespassing.
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#shitty mh au#marble hornets#jay merrick#tim wright#brian thomas#alex kralie#HELP LMAO#it's okay he's a trust fund baby#he can pay bail
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Not sure if Iâm going to explain this well but imagine an AU where people can see others eye colors the more they care about the person (because eyes are the window to the soul). The more they care, the more their eyes fill in with their actual color.
Luffy sees almost everyoneâs true eye color after one friendly conversation, especially those who he helps. He realizes Zoroâs eyes are still gray after a few days, but he notices that the gray is precise and intentional. Luffy can see the slightly darkened patches mixing with the lighter colors almost immediately.
Zoro, on the other hand, rarely sees anyoneâs eyes at their actual color. There are a few people who have gotten some light shades of color, but nobody at their real color. The last personâs eyes who he truly saw was Kuinaâs, and he has no intention of adding to that list.
But he notices the slight shifts in his crew mates eyes as he spends more time with them. Luffyâs eyes grow darker every day, and Namiâs eventually start to turn a soft brown. Robinâs eyes immediately lighten to a sky blue after Enies Lobby. Chopper and Usoppâs eyes turn to a dark gray as they travel through Alabasta. But that damn cookâs eyes stay the neutral shade he saw with almost everyone he encountered before joining the Strawhats.
Until one day he wakes up from training and there are rice balls next to him, freshly made. He hadnât remembered telling the cook about his enjoyment of rice balls. It mustâve been a lucky guess.
The next day, he gets rice balls again. And when he finally storms to see that damn cook, heâs met with crystal blue orbs staring back at him. Zoro suddenly lost his ability to curse and belittle, finally understanding why all of the crew secretly whisper about Sanjiâs eyes when heâs not around.
Sanji, though, is frustrated. Zoros eyes are the first ones in his life he canât see, and heâs angry. He knows this stupid swordsman. Zoro hates chocolate, but loves rice-even more so in ball form. His swords mean everything to him, and Sanji knows his exact routine every day.
He would never admit it, but Sanji did care about Zoro. He cared about everyone, except for people who were rude or hurt ladies. And while Zoro was brash and abrasive, he wasnât rude. So why couldnât Sanji see his eye color?
Finally he asks. There arenât many people he can trust, but Robin will be honest with him. And sheâs the least likely to make fun of him.
âRobin-Chan,â he starts, and she can hear how nervous he is. âDo you know what color Zoroâs eyes are?â
Robin stifles a laugh. âIâm surprised you canât see them, Sanji. Do you really hate him that much?â
âNo, I-!â
âTheyâre gray.â Robin said. âI thought there was something wrong with me too. But theyâre just gray. Look a bit closer next time, and youâll see theyâre not quite the same shade they used to be.â
Sanji follows her advice, and subtly stares at Zoros eyes when he thinks the swordsman wonât notice.
âDo you mind?â A pink blush dusts across Zoroâs face when he realizes the cook is staring. âIâm trying to focus here.â
âYour eyes would be a shitty gray color, so nobody would know when they actually started caring about you!â Sanjiâs cheeks were getting pink too, and both of them ignoring the otherâs blush.
Zoro cocked an eyebrow. âDo you care about me, cook?â
âLike hell!â
#one piece#one piece au#one piece imagine#just a cute idea#May add more to this later#zosan#kind of#zosan headcanons#monkey d. luffy#Luffy#Zoro#roronoa zoro#sanji#black leg sanji
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Boat Boys au where everything is the exact same except Etho is the one wearing a joel shirt
#which is So bizzare it warrants its own au#hermitcraft#hermitblr#boat boys#trafficblr#etho#ethoslab#joel smallishbeans#smallishbeans
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AU where everything is the exact same
Except Xavier lives in the downstairs apartment and MC lives upstairs
And she is flooding the bathroom with merman Rafayel Ă la The Shape of Water
#love and deepspace#love and deepspace xavier#love and deepspace rafayel#lnds shenanigans#lnds ramblings#love and deepspace x reader#xavier x reader#rafayel x reader#LISTEN#i have a vision#i won't do anything with it#but i have a vision#đ
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