#dun dun dun!

[teecupangel]

I saw this amazing idea from another fandom that could be used to keep Desmond alive: his ghost possessing his own body. Not only that but whenever ghost! Desmond gets out of his body it becomes zombie! Desmond so there's two Desmond's sharing a body while trying to live(heh) in the modern time.

Oohhh, this sounds interesting.

Does this mean that Desmond’s body starts to decompose when he’s not in his body?

Or would that be too much and we’ll just let zombie!Desmond act as a usual zombie, looking for ‘food’.

Now, there should be a reason why Desmond would willingly (or unwillingly) stay out of his body. It could be that there is a limitation placed on the possession itself and Desmond could only stay for around half a day and the other half has to be him floating around as a ghost. He learns of this because the first time he returned to his body, he tried to stay there as long as he could and he’s just yanked out of the body after exactly 12 hours.

Of course, the first time this happens, he was still imprisoned in an Abstergo facility and… well… zombie!Desmond definitely had a lot of preys to eat then.

… does this mean that Desmond could accidentally start a zombie apocalypse.

Thankfully, the moment zombie!Desmond started attacking people, the entire facility went on lockdown and dropped heavy roll up covers for all entrances and exits, including windows.

This did mean that everyone is stuck inside with a growing zombie horde courtesy of zombie!Desmond.

And ghost!Desmond is just floating nearby, freaking out because he knows how this is played.

He does not want to be patient zero!

He tries to get back to zombie!Desmond but he’s pulled away each time, only able to take control for maybe 3 to 5 minutes.

Until…

12 hours passed and Desmond finally takes control.

As every single zombie turned to face him.

Because he no longer registers as one of them.

No.

He registered as ‘prey’.

And Desmond slips out of his body voluntarily this time, letting zombie!Desmond take control before the other zombies attack him.

And now…

He has to think of a way…

To kill every zombies here in approximately 12 hours… without the zombies attacking him and before Abstergo remotely opens the roll up covers to find out what has happened.

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Berg and Sigma team enters the building from above later on.

They had lost contact with the facility 25 hours ago, the last transmission they received was an automatic message from the facility’s security system summarizing that the lockdown was due to an unknown highly volatile virus of unknown origins.

The security system cut off all connection to the outside world per protocol (a protocol that become the norm after an unknown hacker that has no connection to Erudito hacked a different facility and used the connection to send out different viruses to other facilities, many classified information were destroyed during the attack, including data about known Isus and Sages). Protocol states they wait 24 hours for any communications from the people in the facility or the security system before trying to breach the facility.

There was nothing.

And when they got there…

The security system had been destroyed together with all the recordings in the facility and its own black box.

And the entire place…

… was nothing more than a place of death.

No one survived.

There were signs that they had killed one another.

No.

They tried to eat each other.

Was this…

The ‘virus’ that the security system had pinged?

They could not be sure.

All they knew was…

The underground parking lot’s cover was not locked.

A person could lift it up and slip out before it fell back down.

So they had to make sure…

… to account for every single person.

Because if this was a real virus that can do such a thing…

They were looking for a potential carrier.

“Sir. Sofia Rikkin is in line 1.”

Berg nodded at the man to his right before he clicked a button on the portable radio connected to his earpiece, “This is Berg.”

“Is this right, Berg? You counted 80 bodies?”

That did not sound good. Sofia Rikkin was usually calm and a bit cold but she sounded like she was ready to tear Berg’s throat out if he said the wrong thing.

“We’re recounting the bodies but, yes. Our initial and second counting both-”

“There should be 81 bodies, Berg.”

Berg looked at the tablet in his other hand, “The list of personnel in this facility when it went on lockdown says eigh-”

“Because it’s not a personnel.”

He really wished she’d stop cutting him off.

But it was more important to hear what she was saying right now.

“Berg. The 81st body is the 2nd attempt to create an Isu body. A lot of data were destroyed during the attack years back so we used Sample 17 to plug the missing links.”

“Are you saying the possibly missing 81st body is Desmond Miles?”

“… possibly. Find that body, Berg. There haven’t been any tests done to that body yet so we don’t know what it can do. For all we know…”

“… it could be the original carrier of this unknown virus.”

[this-acuteneurosis]

Reflection

Leia is not used to dealing with the living, breathing reality of Anakin Skywalker. Unfortunately, she may also be attached to him.

[fourmula1]

Daniel seeing de-aged filter max on tiktok and feeling insane about it because it’s nothing like what he was actually like when he was younger and daniel knows because it’s seared to his brain cos he used to jerk off thinkibg of max but he hasn’t thought about that in years until now

x

The filter was good, but it didn’t look like teenage Max at all.

Daniel would know, because he had spent a lot of years looking at teenage Max and then pretending he wasn’t looking at teenage Max. There’d been a period of a couple years when Max was eighteen, nineteen that Daniel had been a little bit obsessed and preoccupied with his teammate.

It wasn’t his fault, though, that Max was so open and earnest with him. That Max was so impossibly cute with his baby face he hadn’t really grown into yet – all wide mouth and big nose, acne and sharp angles. Awkward and endearing.

And hot.

Which Daniel felt bad about but at least Max had been over eighteen, he’d told himself, when he jerked off thinking about Max.

But that was years ago now and Daniel got over it. Moved to Renault and got some distance and figured out a way to forget about his weird crush on a damn nineteen-year-old and to turn it into a platonic and easy friendship. There’d been no problems.

��Til TikTok.

Daniel felt like his brain short-circuited for a second as his dick twitched in his joggers, phone playing the fucking video on a loop. The filter made Max look like now-Max but with a narrower jaw and cheekbones, smoother skin, and he was cute… shit. Yeah. He was cute.

Still. Max was still fucking cute.

Daniel hadn’t let himself think like this in years at this point but Daniel found himself focusing on the bottom half of the video; now-Max and his little frown breaking into a smile.

Now-Max, Daniel started to think about, wasn’t cute anymore. He was handsome. Grown, filled out, strong jaw, broad shoulders, big hands…

Daniel’s own hand made its way into his joggers to give his dick a little squeeze because there was no doubt those feelings were flooding back again. Max was hot, now. Max was one of his best friends, he was funny, he understood Daniel, and he was fucking hot.

But.

Daniel wasn’t going to jerk off to a fucking TikTok of Max. He was 33 goddamn years old and he’d moved on from this.

Except.

Daniel dropped his phone and closed his eyes, letting out a little breath as he curled his hand around his dick properly. He thought of bright blue eyes and full pink lips and Max’s big, broad, strong, grown man body and he knew he was powerless to this.

He might have been able to stuff aside his attraction to Max all those years ago but it was flooding back full force and Daniel didn’t have it in him to resist anymore.

Max was hot, and Daniel wanted him.

[pillowfriendly]

the tyrant empress cormorant is a goofy name! hope she doesnt choke on a pikachu(living lightning from across the mother of storms).

shes gonna be the very best. like no one ever was

[antvnger]

*appears wearing a time travel suit*

Haha! It worked! Scotty, I’m from the future, I travelled back in time to give you a warning!

-Meme Lord

At least you didn’t break through the wall; thanks for that. I appreciate that. 😂

Wait, did you say a warning?

What warning are you talking about?

[bloodsalted]

@murderdeals || meme continuation || from here!

pools of blood gather underneath his boots. the faint whimpering that comes from behind his body only sends chills down his spine. pitch eyes stare into those of crowley's. dean's head tilts as the dying man behind them sputters out a mess of red so thick and dark that it's a telltale sign dean's hit too many wrong places if he wants him to stay with them much longer. he doesn't. he's growing bored of this particular play time.

they need to find someone else. someone who has more energy. who screams louder. puts up more of a fight. begs to be let go. that they won't tell. that has hope he can crush away. because that's what he wants to see. hope die and turn to pain. he could put him out of his misery. end it with a swing of a hammer. a curling of his hand around the man's neck and a squeeze. or a simple thought that would manifest the same action. he doesn't. he can choke out on his own blood. drown.

his head tilts as he watches the faintest hint of fear cross crowley's expression. does he not trust him? is there still a worry that his wrath and hatred will turn and it'll be him in his chair? with those nails embedded in his flesh? that gurgle that's sputtering to nothing? no. no. no. they're having their moment. thumb wipes away the blood off crowley's skin. then retracts. dean stares at it on his finger then licks it away. that same digit returns. damp as it presses against crowley's bottom lip as the demon leans in. eye to eye. practically tip of nose to tip of nose. "depends. are you done? far as i'm concerned? we're only getting started. there's more.. aren't there?"

[prom-the-game]

pov: hyu

"HYU GUESS WHAT!!! VANCE AND I ARE OFFICIALLY RULED OUT!!!"

I almost screamed of joy! I knew that police would finally discover common sense and realise that the girl who wasn't even in the building at the time of the murder would be obviously innocent! can't believe it took them like 2 days to figure that out.

I breathed a sigh of relief and took a well-needed nap knowing that everything would be okay

"Hyerin? Hyerin! Wake up, the police are here to see you!"

What? I guess maybe they want me to take the stand as a witness or whatever.

So, in my pajamas, half-asleep, I went to the front door and-

"Ms. Hyerin Jang, you are under arrest for the murder of Freddie Garcia."

[annwayne]

I have a friend who's really into Predator so I'm excited about the potential of your story on her behalf, but I'm really interested in what kind of mission your SGA mission fic is about??

Rip the mission fic is sadly bare bones. Answered here.

But since you mentioned the predator one ima talk about it! >:D

It’s actually an omegaverse AU, but with some changes from mainstream omegaverse. Basically, humans just don’t notice it amongst themselves. Just normal humans. But aliens? Aliens pick up on the human a/b/o scents and stuff like it’s a middle school boys locker room full of axe body spray. To say, it’s potent.

The fic takes place in the 70’s in Yellowstone. Reports of animal carcasses missing skulls and spines. Odd animal behavior. You know how it goes. OC is the kind of ranger who’s in the back country. She’s radioed to go check out the reports and runs into the extraterrestrial.

[alighted-willow]

This made me laugh so hard that I started coughing.

This is still one of the greatest things ever made.

[dayundying]

Theyre trying their best

[weezord-leezords]

Via TheFlyGuy

[fawnduu]

Certified Dragon GF Lover to Farcille Lover pipeline

[za-ra-h]

Senshi is my favorite - Dungeon Meshi

[buniix3]

And they went fishing

[senya-nya]

Farcille🙏

[demaparbat-hp]

There is no such thing as personal space between them.