#infected AU

[moved2fshfish]

[firbolgfriend]

Part 2.5

Part 3

[littletrash1027]

The Beginning of the End |

"Tetuso" Metal Virus | Pt. 1

the start of my new infection au! it'll get interesting in the next post, trust me, boys.

[erm-you-see]

My mlp infection au part 3 : )

Part 1 | part 2 | part 3 💜| part 4 | part 5

[himakki]

INFECTION AU

I know this belongs to MLP and their infection AU's. But it was really hard for me not to think in something similar for THEM. Just imagine— OH of course I imagine many things.

[ruusukultakruunu]

[roxasbooth]

Infected Time, Part ONE!!! ☆

(Rest of the pages are under the cut!)

HEHEEE HOPE YOU ENJOY!!! ♪ヽ(´▽｀)/

[dinossalro]

Twi!

[scariusaquarius]

shortcomings.

Nonferal! Plagas! Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader

Summary: Leon has been staying with the reader for a few days while trying to heal. It's going well until his anxiety rears it's ugly head and you help him through the terror.

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A/n: This takes place in my Unlikely Salvation AU!! This is NOT essential to the main story, but does give a bit of lore on the nature of Leon and Reader's relationship.

You can find the whole story, Unlikely Salvation, right here!

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Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort Rated: Mature Warning: Angst, panic/anxiety attack, sad leon :(

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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The cabin was incredibly warm for the cold winter night; the fireplace roaring with a comfortable fire as a bar held some kebabs over the flames. There was cute old-fashioned Rudolph plate that had some haphazardly-decorated cookies on them; looking like piss-poor excuses of Christmas icons beside your neatly decorated cookies.

Leon was sitting in the rocking chair near the fireplace, his tail slowly turning the kebabs as you sat on the couch with your feet tucked beneath you, your fingers quick yet comfortable as you crocheted. Leon couldn't tell what it was that you were working on, and God help him, he was too shy to ask.

If he had to guess, it looked like the beginnings of a sock...or maybe a hat? Leon's face contorted into a frown as he stared at your hands, and he almost jumped at the sound of your giggles.

Trailing his eyes over your frame, he drank in the sight of you in cute flannel pajama pants that matched his own; a grey ARMY sweatshirt keeping you warm. Leon finally met your gaze, and he hoped that the orange light of the fire hid his blush.

"W-What is it?"

Leon almost cursed, his voice coming out a bit shaky, and you smiled wider, glancing back down at your project and resuming, the yarn sitting in a bowl on the ground jumping and unrolling with every hook and knot you created.

"You look like you're trying to solve a math problem."

Leon was quiet for a moment, trying to figure out what to say as he chose his next words carefully as if saying the wrong thing would spell out disaster for him.

"I'm just...trying to figure out what it is that you're making."

You hummed, taking a break to crack your fingers and stretch the poor extremities out.

"I'm making some sleeves. It's just too cold to not have some extra warmth."

Leon nodded, glancing out the window. It was dark outside, the sun having already disappeared around 5 o'clock, and Leon glanced back at the fireplace to check on the kebabs. He wasn't sure what to say or do, so Leon glanced at you from the corner of his eye, murmuring.

"It's...it's looking great so far."

You smiled at him softly, nodding gently to him, and Leon slowly let out the breath that he was holding before taking a large sip of his hot cocoa. Whipped cream and melted sprinkles coated his nose and upper lip, and before he could wipe it away with his tongue, you giggled at him again.

"You know, you could totally rock some facial hair if you tried to grow it."

Leon couldn't help but to make a face at you, amusement swirling within his chest as you snorted at his expression; hiding behind your sleeve and making his heart drop just slightly.

"No way. I can't really grow facial hair anyway. It's always patchy...besides my chin and upper lip."

Almost reflexively, Leon rubbed his mouth, wiping away the melted cream and sprinkles before glancing at you as you shrugged.

"That's a bummer. I think you'd look great."

Leon couldn't help but to joke back gently as if he was testing waters just like he had in Spain.

"I'd say it's a bummer too...since I'd be letting you down."

You looked up at him fully, looking a bit surprised, and Leon couldn't help but to look away; hitting himself internally for saying something so strange and weird. Instead, his heart began to race and his plagas shivered from within when you responded seriously.

"You could never let me down, Leon. You're handsome with or without the facial hair, and don't let anybody else ever tell you different."

Leon's mouth was slightly agape as he stared at you, and you offered him another smile before going back to work, humming gently to the Christmas songs that were playing on your radio.

Leon couldn't find the words to say; frozen within his seat as he tried to figure out what to do, and he leaned forward a bit before wincing; his wounded pincers scraping against the ground. You glanced at him through the corner of your eye, never once pausing your work as you asked him gently; the man becoming embarrassed again as he seemed to protectively curl in on himself.

"Are they bothering you again?"

"I'll be okay, they're just sore."

You hummed, your tone gentle but expression firm as you set your sleeve down within your lap again.

"That's not what I asked you, Leon. It's okay that you're in pain. You're not going to be in trouble for asking for help, okay?"

Leon was quiet for a moment, staring at you; nostrils flaring as he tried to detect any trace of a lie on reflex before feeling guilty that he even felt the need to search. You, however, were patient; gentle and caring and so fucking angelic that Leon couldn't bare to look at you any longer lest the light of the fire make you truly glow like a real angel that he couldn't help but to worship.

His heart was racing within his chest, lips becoming a bit dry, and Leon closed his eyes for a moment; calming his pounding heart, and he whispered softly as his chest suddenly tightened again and his limbs tried to curl in on themselves.

"I...I don't want to...to bother you."

You slowly slid off of the couch and walked to Leon, his eyes hyperaware of your movements, and you sat down on the ground in front of him, gently grasping his hands within yours as you looked up at him.

"Leon, you are never going to be a bother. You need help and that's okay. I know those scientists...the sergeants...the missions themselves...they all made you think that accepting help was weakness, and that's not true."

Leon was awestruck as you squeezed his hands gently before you gestured to his pincers and tail.

"This? This isn't weird to me. This isn't something to be ashamed of. What happened to you was unfair and it was terrible, and they didn't even bother to help despite having the means to. You were taken advantage of, and that's unforgiveable...and most certainly isn't your fault. What happened in Raccoon...in Spain...it wasn't your fault. You were just trying to help."

There were tears festering within his eyes, wetting his eyelashes and cheeks, and you sat up, tucking his head into your shoulder as Leon began to cry; holding you close to him like a lifeline as your words echoed through his mind.

It was one thing to tell something to yourself like a mantra over and over with hopes that one day while looking in the mirror, you would suddenly believe it. However, to hear someone say the words that he had needed to hear for years that didn't sound fake and rehearsed but were truly meant?

It broke him down like a goddamn skyscraper and bore his heart completely out of the ashes.

Leon was clutching you close as he cried into your shoulder, your sweatshirt becoming damp, and you gently rocked him back and forth; running your fingers through his hair soothingly. No matter how hard he tried, Leon couldn't steady his breathing, and when he began to hyperventilate, you pulled away.

Leon chased after you, but stopped when you took your sweatshirt off. His eyes widened slightly, his eyes raking over your skin as you adjusted your tank top before grabbing his hand and placing it right over his chest. In turn, you placed your hand on his chest, placing his other hand over yours.

You gazed into his eyes as Leon stared at you in awe, his fingers flexing slightly against your soft skin as you said to him softly, instructing.

"Feel my heartbeat, Leon. Feel the way that I breathe. I want you to match that with me, okay?"

Leon couldn't answer, and he closed his eyes to concentrate. With every rise of your chest, with every beat from your heart, Leon followed. He followed after you like you were the light at the end of the tunnel; clumsy and stumbling his way towards that relief.

He wasn't aware of his pincers wrapping around you as well, his tail curling around your ankle, and his fingers that were cupping your hand became soft; almost as if he would break you if he clutched too hard.

His blue eyes slowly opened, gazing into yours as you stared at him with a soft expression. Your voice was a whisper, but to Leon, it sounded as if you had yelled it from the mountaintops for all of the world to hear.

"I'm right here, Leon. I'm not going anywhere, okay?"

There was an urge within him; a desperate yearning to feel your lips against his and to take refuge within them; within your body, and he felt ashamed. Leon felt ashamed that he wanted to curl himself up inside of you to hide away from the world, and he swallowed thickly, whispering back with uncertainty.

"But what if I do? What if I lose control?"

"I'll pick you up and lift you back out of the snow again."

Leon looked up at you, and he shook his head before leaning down, resting his head onto your shoulder, whispering brokenly.

"I don't deserve this...I don't understand...why...why you're so kind to me."

"It would be wrong of me to judge you...when I know how you're feeling."

Leon didn't realize what those words had meant at the time; thinking that it was just a way to relate to him so he could feel more at ease, and Leon was comforted by the feeling of you resting your head against his own.

"If you're up for it, why don't we eat our cookies and put on some Rudolph on the projector...and maybe I can give you your Christmas present early?"

Leon was surprised, lifting his head from your shoulder.

"You..you have a present for me?"

You nodded before winking at him, wiping the remaining wetness on his cheeks away before standing to refill his cup of cocoa.

"I absolutely do. It's just not done yet."

You giggled and Leon realized with a start that the crochet project you were working on...it was for him. Whatever it was that you'd been working on for the last half hour...it was his. Leon felt emotional again, but instead of crying again, he smiled instead.

When was the last time he had received a Christmas present like this?

"I...I don't know what to say."

You shrugged, smiling kindly at him as you sprayed whipped cream into his cup, grabbing the rainbow sprinkles and a cherry for on top.

"You don't have to say anything. Though, can you do me a favor?"

"Anything."

His response was almost immediate, a seriousness coming over him, and you pointed to the fireplace with a wince.

"Can you throw those out?"

Leon cursed as the smell of burnt food met his nose, and he spun to the fireplace where the charred kebabs were burning. Leon felt apologetic as he carefully took the kebabs off of the spit and tossed them out the window. Glancing back at you, you both shared a look of silence before you hummed.

"You know what? I think I'm okay with pizza."

Leon couldn't help but to chuckle at you before asking shyly.

"Can I help?"

Your eyes lit up with excitement, melting the ice around his heart a little more as you nodded.

"Absolutely! Come along, little grasshopper! I have many things to show you!"

As you bustled around the kitchen, grabbing the ingredients that you would need to make homemade pizza, Leon stood there in the living room for a moment; just watching you with a smile.

He was starting to feel human again.

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[calacrown]

More MLP Infection AU redesigns~

This time featuring the other three Princesses, Starlight, Trixie, and the CMC!

[EDIT: I messed a bit with Celestia’s design, she looked too much like a lion fish for my liking pfjfkfdjv] [individual images under the cut~]

Also Trixie and Starlight are stupidly lesbian for each other and you cannot change my mind about that-

[kythecorg]

Rainbow Dash is trying to stay cool

[mimicben]

None of the brothers had initially thought much on their dads recent decline in health, seeing it as just another case of rat flu.

However they soon noticed that the usual stages weren't starting like they usually do… it was different, and causing his health to decline rapidly. Setting out into the mystic city for a cure they soon discover that this may be a more widespread issue than they could've imagined.

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-Donatello- Medic & scientist

Health: 95%

Hunger: 50%

Thirst: 70%

Sanity: 54%

Infection: 0%, stage 0 'no infection found in system'

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look as someone on both rottmnt and mlp sides of tumblr, who also has a strong love of body horror... this was to be expected LMAOOOO

more to come ;)

[kaidacresto]

Mlp infection aus go so hard so me and couple of pals ( @ltheoddboy , @ghost-ist , and others who don’t have tumblr) made one of our own!!

I’ll be referring to this au as Audle Posk Infection AU (or Audle Posk AU for short)

Our infection of choice was Swamp Fever, of course, but body horrorofied it some more. It starts from the episode A Health of Information, but fluttershy never found the cure. Zecora chose to rest by her home in the everfree, unaware of what would come from it. You see, animals can get infected too, and carry the pollen on their fur/feathers to others. Feral animals swarmed Ponyville, bringing the virus with them

Via animal transport and how easy it is to get infected through simple contact, the virus quickly began to spread throughout Equestria

The “Audle Posk” is Old Ponish btw!! This user made a very simple translation and comboed it with old english, so felt the desire to make the scientific word for it is that instead of Latin 💅✨ translates to “Disease Of Oak”

https://www.fimfiction.net/blog/771938/how-to-speak-old-ponish

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Do not re-upload, sell, or trace my art without my permission. You can use it as reference but you gotta credit me

[littletrash1027]

Ghosting |

"Tetsuo" Metal Virus | Pt. 4 Pt. 3

after over a goddamn month, it's been updated. irl stuff got in the way, but im finally back to working on this series. kinda failed at my upload schedule goal i set last part, but whatever. it's here!

[erm-you-see]

My mlp au part 5 : )

Part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 💜