#lmk infection au

[plutaraplanet]

[[This following part contains blood, body horror, and nasty flesh sounds. Please be advised when watching/reading.]]

2; An infected Lotus

Tape one. July 20th, 20XX.

[d1et-gingerale]

talks about my new cycle au

anyways new au that is also in the works bc i'm a nerd who likes tropes

infection au!

probably won't drop too much about it rn outside of small things but yeah

sighs

might have to make a masterlist if i go through with this kind of stuff

working on character things so, shrugs might drop the basic information for them design wise

might not ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

[emelinstriker]

Paladin!Nezha, just because he seemed to have caught the interest of some peeps when I mentioned that he'd be a paladin.

Tried a bit of a different brush style and I'm not sure if I'll ever do it again cuz omg that took way too long for my liking-

Also I'm so not used to drawing armor, so I'm tryna force myself more out of my comfort zone rn by trying my hand at other designs fhgnfhgnf I really wanted to keep some kinda Lotus petal theme on him though. so he somewhat got that going still :D

Decided not to do a bloody version- Not on this one at least- Mainly cuz I wanted to play around with his design-

[irraddiated]

he's fine

[debble-from-deltarun]

More of this idiotic Infected

[thetomorrowshow]

response

empires superpowers au masterlist (not up to date)

this takes place about 10 months after the end of ‘poisoned rats’.

cw: past abuse, flashbacks, heavy dissociation, blood & injury

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It’s on the news before it’s anywhere else, which is to say, everyone knows before Jimmy.

Lizzie texts him to ask him if he needs anything, and while it’s an odd message to receive out of the blue, Jimmy doesn’t mind it at all. Lizzie checks in occasionally, particularly after big life events, and it’s just nice to hear from her.

Then Joel texts the same thing, and Jimmy starts to feel that something’s wrong.

He only finds out by chance, though—he turns on the TV and it happens to be on the news, and just before he switches away, he sees the scrolling headline.

MAJOR DISAPPEARS AFTER FIGHT WITH THE ORACLE.

His stomach drops.

The clip starts playing moments later, some newscaster narrating it like a sports game, not like his partner’s life is on the line.

“So here we can see the Oracle grab Major—it’s barely contact, but anything goes with that villain—and then, while Major’s disoriented, he slams him into the ground.”

Jimmy watches, mouth slightly open, as Scott indeed is shoved into the asphalt with enough force to knock a few teeth out. He winces, old injuries twinging in sympathy. It doesn’t stop there, though—as Scott is grabbing at the Oracle’s legs, doing anything to pull himself back up, he goes suddenly limp, and the Oracle lands a terrible hit to Scott’s nose, sending blood spurting everywhere.

The Oracle grasps Scott by the hair, then, Scott’s arms flailing out, and slams his head into the road. Jimmy gasps, reaches out as if he can grab Scott through the screen. This is bad. Scott hasn’t had such a bad fight since Xornoth. The Oracle must be getting more powerful, or gotten more training recently or something, because last Jimmy knew he was a local menace, not actually a danger.

Jimmy almost can’t watch. His hands are up at his mouth, and he can’t tear his eyes from the screen as Scott stops trying to fight back and just tries to crawl away. He almost makes it—the Oracle grabs him by the cape, pulls him back as his fingers scrabble for purchase.

The Oracle drags him up, has him in a chokehold—it’s the perfect position to just kill him, he’s already too weak to do much and the Oracle could easily slip a knife from the folds of his clothing and slash Scott’s throat, but he doesn’t. He just holds him as Scott struggles, whacking at his grip with steadily clumsier arms. Scott stops moving after a moment, and Jimmy’s moving forward, toward the TV, he has to help—

Scott’s only gathering strength though, and moments later he manages to buck backward and throw the Oracle’s arms from around his neck. With a spray of ice on the road, Scott collapses and penguin slides down the hill and past the news van, throwing up a curved wall of ice to make a sharp turn to the right. He disappears from view entirely, and when the camera turns back to the Oracle, he’s gone.

It’s barely a minute-long clip, but it leaves Jimmy breathless in the worst way possible. He needs to find Scott, he needs to help him—he’s opening the front door before he even puts his mask on, only in socks and his gym clothes, he’s got to find him—

His phone buzzes, and without even thinking he answers, everything in him tensing at the thought that it could be Scott, it has to be Scott—

“Jimmy, where are you right now?”

Lizzie. His heart utterly sinks. “I’m—do you know where he is? I’m going out to find him—”

“Are you at home?”

“Yeah, yes, but I’m leaving—”

“Do not leave,” she tells him sternly. For the first time, Jimmy registers feedback from her end—as if she’s outside on a windy day, or standing on the pier. “Stay at home.”

“I have to find him,” says Jimmy, and he needs to grab his key—where is his key, it’s usually right on the hook by the door—

“Joel and I are sweeping the city, all right? You need to stay home.”

“I’m not scared,” Jimmy retorts. “I can fight, I will fight, I’ll kill the Oracle if I have to—”

“Jimmy.”

He stops, reluctantly, at her tone.

“You need to stay home right now, because if Scott is his usual stubborn self and doesn’t check himself into a hospital, he’s going to come to you,” she explains. “Now I need you to listen to me, all right?”

He sighs. He’s still burning with a need to get out there, find Scott, but she’s right. Unfortunately. He slams the front door shut, sighs even louder. “Yeah, fine. What is it.”

“Get towels you don’t care about,” she instructs. “I know you have a pack of rubber gloves somewhere, so get those and your first aid kit. Disinfect wherever you’re going to help him—I’d think the dining room table, but it’s your choice. Got all that?”

Jimmy’s already halfway to the closet for the first aid kit, grabbing some bleach-stained hand towels from the bathroom on the way. “Yeah. What else?”

“We’re most worried about a concussion here, so he might be confused—especially after fighting the Oracle. Help him know he’s safe and cared for. Maybe get something he’s familiar with to have near, to ground him?”

“Treat it like a flashback, got it.” Jimmy sets the first aid kit down on the table, runs back to their bedroom. He and Scott had gone on a Build-A-Bear date recently, and Scott had gotten the Frozen’s Elsa bear. That should do for grounding, hopefully.

He brings the bear (and after a thought, his own, a brown bear with roller skates) back to the dining room, then cracks open the rubbing alcohol from the first aid kit and starts rubbing down the table and one of the chairs.

“Take care of him, all right?” Lizzie says, sounding almost far away. “I’ve got to go, but I’ll call you with more updates. Text me if he shows up.”

Before he can even say goodbye, she hangs up.

Great. He just has to deal with this situation alone, then. Scott’s never been that badly injured since Jimmy’s been dating him—sure, there was the broken arm incident, but Scott had still won that fight. He’s never been so badly injured that he had to flee.

What if he doesn’t remember how to get home? It’s not like he’s lived here his whole life, it’s entirely possible that he gets lost on the way back. Jimmy needs to go looking for him, has to be out there to help—

From the office comes the sound of a window sliding open.

Jimmy drops the rag he’d been using to wipe down the table and sprints for the office.

Sure enough, Scott is there, one leg in the window, and looking absolutely awful.

He looks worse than he had on TV. The collar of his costume is drenched in blood, most of which seems to be stemming from his nose but there’s blood in his bright blue hair and dripping from his mouth and all over—

Blood, there’s so much blood and Jimmy’s not sure if its his own or his opponent’s but as he stares at it he feels nothing, nothing but hope that his master will reward him for being so good—

Scott grunts and Jimmy’s back in the present, but his feelings of detachment remain. He crosses the office to the window and wraps an arm under Scott’s armpit to pull him the rest of the way in (Scott cries out, but Jimmy ignores it), then puts his other arm at his knees and fully lifts his boyfriend up.

Scott’s almost too heavy to carry—sure, Jimmy’s been working out, but the deadweight of a muscular, six foot human isn’t anything that he’s used to. So he gathers all of his strength and hurries down the hallway before his arms can give out, carrying Scott to the dining room and settling him in the chair he’s prepared before cracking open the first aid kit.

Jimmy strips off his mask first, grimacing at the bruises already beginning to ring his eyes. Luckily, Jimmy’s set quite a few broken noses in his time, and he mutters a warning before jerking it back into place. Scott lets out another cry, muffled by Jimmy shoving a wad of cotton under his nose.

He holds it there for a few moments while he categorizes the other wounds. The head wound is probably most important—or rather, most dangerous. There’s scrapes and bruises in various places all over his body, visible through the tears in his costume. Red stains his lips, so Jimmy pries his mouth open—yep, missing tooth and bitten tongue. He knows Scott’s already got an implanted molar, but this is one of his front teeth, leaving a gaping hole in his mouth. That’s going to need some cosmetic surgery.

It’s not really a huge concern at the moment, though, so Jimmy moves on, rolling down the neck of Scott’s costume.

Sure enough, bruises are already blossoming around his throat. That’s not something Jimmy can take care of himself—he needs an x-ray to make sure nothing’s broken, probably. In fact, it would be better just to take Scott to the hospital right now.

One last thing to check—across the room, on the hook where he usually leaves it, is his key, a pocket flashlight attached to the key ring. Jimmy retrieves it, shines it in Scott’s eyes.

His pupils don’t dilate smoothly, and the left eye is slower than the right. That’s never good.

“Are you feeling disoriented?”

Scott blinks. “. . . yeah,” he rasps. Jimmy hands him his glass of water, gives him a napkin when he chokes on it.

“We’re going to the hospital,” he announces, clicking off the flashlight. “Put your mask back on, I’ll carry you to the car.”

Scott complies, hands moving slowly and shakily. “I—Jimmy?” he asks, voice small.

“Yeah?”

Scott sniffles. “I don’t feel well.” “That’s why we’re going to the hospital,” Jimmy tells him, voice utterly lacking emotion. He doesn’t feel much of anything, right now. “Do you want to bring anything?”

Scott looks around, blinking slowly. He points to the Elsa bear on the table. Jimmy nods, glances around for a moment before finding a reusable plastic grocery bag and stuffing the bear in it.

“You’ll have to leave it in the car, but that’s fine. Let’s go.”

Scott is, for the most part, complacent as Jimmy picks him up, wrapping his arm around Jimmy’s neck. Jimmy carries him out of the house and into the backseat of the car as quickly as possible, then ducks back inside to look for Scott’s thin work wallet, eventually finding it just outside the office window. He grabs it—it identifies Scott as Major, has his SuperInsurance card, and other necessary cards—then heads back out to the car, swinging into the driver’s seat and snapping a mask over his face. He tosses the bag with the bear in the backseat with Scott, then pulls out of the driveway.

The hands on the steering wheel don’t look like his, and it takes until Jimmy clicks on the turn signal at a stoplight to realize that he’s dissociated. In fact, he thinks he’s been out of it since he helped Scott inside. Come to think of it, he doesn’t remember doing anything to comfort Scott, calm instincts taking over to keep him from panicking.

A glance in his rearview mirror shows that Scott barely looks conscious. “Don’t fall asleep,” Jimmy snaps, and Scott jolts up, gasping, one hand clutching at his other arm. His other arm that looks mysteriously swollen, held carefully close to Scott’s body.

How had he focused so hard on the head wound that he hadn’t even noticed an injured arm? It’s clearly hurting Scott, and he had done nothing—

“Stay awake, okay? Talk to me. What are you feeling?”

“My arm hurts,” Scott manages. “I think—Jimmy, I think it’s broken again. I don’t—where are we going?”

“The hospital. Just hang tight, we’ll be there soon.”

They won’t be there soon. They’re still at least twenty minutes away. Scott had actually been closer to the hospital before he’d headed home, so he could’ve saved them both some time and gone straight there.

The hands that are definitely his but don’t look it tighten on the wheel. None of that matters right now. Right now he just needs to get Scott to somewhere for treatment.

It’s a tense drive, but Jimmy manages to stay levelheaded. He knows he’s speeding, so every cop car he passes he sends a burst of power out toward, hoping whatever accident it causes won’t be very dangerous.

He sees the signs for the hospital and cuts across three lanes of traffic to get into it. Once there, he pulls into a parking spot and looks up.

At the hospital.

The dissociation hits full-force.

It’s not the hospital, not the one where he was taken right after, but it’s still a hospital. It’s still tied to needles and blood and long hours on an exam table and distress and pain, and just looking at it makes his head all woozy.

His head presses against something hard. His hands go slack. He’s not sure where he is. He’s not sure what’s real.

It’s easier to believe that he’s asleep, easier to accept that none of this is real. He doesn’t even know what he doesn’t want to be real.

He’s not sure how long he floats there, feeling nothing but anxiety about how he’s feeling nothing. He doesn’t even register that there’s any sort of outside stimulation until he hears words, tinny and staticky.

“Jimmy? Hey, Jim, what’s happening? Talk to me.”

“I don’t know,” he thinks he says. “What’s happening?”

A sigh. “Scott says you just sort of zoned out. Do you know why?”

He’s not sure how to answer, so he doesn’t.

“Do you know where you are?”

“No,” he admits, because he doesn’t. He has no clue where he is or how he got here, and now that he’s realized that, the anxiety develops into panic.

“Look around, Jim. Tell me five things you can see.”

Five things—that’s a grounding exercise. Jimmy knows that’s a grounding exercise. He glances around. “There’s a steering wheel. Radio. A seat. I’m in the car.” It hits him like a train, the understanding that he was driving, and he can’t remember that he was driving, and he can’t remember why he was driving, but he’s in the car behind the steering wheel. “Um, asphalt. Parking lines.”

“Cool, four things you can touch?”

The hands in front of him don’t exactly look like his own. One of them lays itself on the steering wheel, and he’s not sure if it’s by his own instruction or not.

He’s sitting in the car, though, so he can assume some certain things. “The seat. The armrest. Um.”

“That’s good. Anything else?”

The voice sounds rushed. Jimmy cringes. He can’t really feel much, other than the awareness that a thing is touching him. Another sigh.

“Right, hand the phone back to Scott, okay? Scott, where are you?”

Is he holding something? He’s holding a phone, and that’s where the voice is coming from. Jimmy stares at it, not quite sure what he can do with it. “Hand it back to Scott,” he echoes.

“Jim’s really out of it, Scott, so can you just look out the window and tell us which hospital it is? Then Lizzie and I’ll be over.”

“It’s . . . United. You guys are coming here?”

“Yeah, well, it sounds like you two are being a bit dysfunctional right now. I’ll escort you and Lizzie’ll stay with Jimmy, and that way all bases are covered. Sound good?”

“I guess?”

It’s warm, Jimmy thinks. Like he’s lying next to a heater. At least it’s feeling something. He feels so detached, so out of his body, that he’s not sure of anything anymore.

He doesn’t hear any more speaking, and he’s not sure if that’s good or not. He just sort of . . . exists, less-than-present but not nonexistent.

At least, until there’s someone grabbing his arm.

He’s not exactly snapped back into his body, but he can see it now—someone heaving him out of the car, someone with pink hair, wrapping an arm around him and walking him to the other side of the car. It feels like he’s observing from above, knowing that it’s his body being moved but feeling no real attachment to it.

It all becomes foggy again as he’s set down in the passenger seat, but he manages to register something clicking and then the car moving. He doesn’t know how long the car moves, but at some point, there’s someone talking to him.

“Scott’s all right, you’re all right, everything is fine. Jimmy, are you with me?”

He tries to nod. He’s not sure if he does it properly.

“No, you’re not. Can you hold this?”

Something’s put in his hand. He doesn’t know what it is.

“Smell that, all right?”

He lifts it up to his nose. It smells sharp, citrus-y.

“What’s that smell like?”

“Oranges,” he answers dutifully.

“Keep your hand up, keep smelling it. Can you describe it?”

He sniffs it again. “Nice,” he eventually says. “Clean. Oranges, and lemons.”

“What does an orange taste like?”

He puts the thing in his mouth.

“No—! No, Jimmy, don’t eat that! That’s—that’s an air freshener, it’s not an orange! Please take it out of your mouth!”

It’s bitter, he thinks, as he obeys. Not like how oranges usually taste. Oranges usually taste sweet, a bit sour, and have all those stringy bits that you have to get off otherwise eating the segments aren’t worth it. It’s one of his favorite tastes, though; the fridge always has orange juice in it and there’s usually oranges on the table. Not just because they taste good, but because they’re decent tools for grounding. The peel has a strong smell and texture, and when you’re done peeling you can taste it.

This isn’t an orange. But it feels suspiciously like a grounding exercise. Why would he be doing grounding?

He blinks, looks up at Lizzie. She’s here. He doesn’t remember her getting here. “Am I dissociating?” he asks.

She laughs a little. “Yeah, I think you might be. Can you smell the air freshener again?”

It’s wet with his own saliva in his hand, but he raises it to his nose anyway. “I’m smelling the air freshener.”

“Good job. Don’t eat it.”

“Don’t eat the air freshener.”

“Smell it.”

“Smell it.”

“Yes.”

“It smells like orange.”

“Mhm.”

Jimmy closes his eyes and breathes in deep. It smells like orange, but not quite. More bitter than an actual orange. Like the way it tasted bitter. “Did I put an air freshener in my mouth?”

Lizzie laughs again. “You very much did. Are you back?”

“No,” he tells her, then goes back to smelling. He can smell something else on his hands, something just as familiar as an orange. Something clean, yet bad. Something that hurts.

“Jimmy, you’re crying. Can you keep smelling the air freshener? Lift your hand back up. What’s it smell like?”

He smells it. “Orange.”

“That’s right. Do you like it?”

“Do I like it.”

“Yes. Do you like it?”

Jimmy likes oranges, so it only makes sense for him to like this scent, right? But in the same way it tastes bad, he’s not sure that the smell of it can hold a candle to real oranges.

“I don’t know,” he says slowly.

“All right. What do you know?”

He sniffs the air freshener. “It smells like oranges. I’m holding it. It tastes bad. You’re here.”

“I’m here,” agrees Lizzie. “Do you want me to hold your hand?”

Jimmy frowns. “Holding the air freshener.”

“You have two hands.”

Oh. Right. He extends his other hand, Lizzie taking it in hers. Her hands are cool, but not nearly as cool as Scott’s. Her nails are pointy, brushing against his skin. The skin. Of the hand. It doesn’t look like his.

“I’m dissociating real bad, I think,” he murmurs. Lizzie’s hand grips his tighter.

“That’s all right. I’m here until you feel better.”

It’s a long time until Jimmy feels more like himself. When he fully becomes aware again, he’s sitting on his couch next to Lizzie, sharing some leftover pasta between them. He blinks at it, vaguely remembering the process it had taken to get him to eat it at all.

“I’m back, I think,” he says, blinking a couple of times. He licks his lips, tastes the pasta sauce there. 

“Oh, thank goodness,” Lizzie sighs in relief. “I was just going to try getting you to nap next, I was completely out of ideas.”

Jimmy laughs a little, thoughts still somewhat out of order from all the fog settled around his brain. “Norman usually helps. Did you get him?”

“Check your feet.”

He looks down. Sure enough, Norman is curled up on his feet, purring loudly.

Jimmy doesn’t remember much from the past—however long it’s been. He has bits and pieces of the drive home from the hospital, but he has no idea when Lizzie turned up or what happened to Scott.

Scott.

He jolts up, almost knocking his plate of pasta to the floor. “Scott,” he gasps out, “is he—did—”

“Scott’s fine,” Lizzie says placatingly, gesturing for him to relax. “Joel just texted me a few minutes ago. He got some stitches and they just finished his scans, they’re waiting on the results. They got him on some pretty good pain meds, I heard, so he’s doing fine.”

Reluctantly, Jimmy sits back, wringing his hands. Sure, Lizzie can tell him that Scott’s fine. But he hasn’t seen that, he doesn’t know for sure, all he knows is that he barely did anything to treat Scott’s wounds and then couldn’t even walk him into the hospital.

His head hurts.

“We can call him, maybe?” suggests Lizzie. Jimmy nods after a moment. That might help.

He sits in silence as she fiddles with her phone, doing who knows what. Every second that passes is another second that Jimmy doesn’t know how Scott’s doing.

Then Lizzie’s phone rings.

She answers, grimaces at the screen, then hands it over to Jimmy.

It’s a video call, and Scott’s there. His nose is properly bandaged, now, and Jimmy can see through the eyeholes in his mask that his eyes are puffy and bloodshot. There’s a large bandage along his jawline, and his split lip is actively bleeding. The ring of bruises around his throat is stark against the hospital gown.

He looks absolutely beautiful.

“Jimmy!” Scott cries, delighted, then sheepishly ducks his head when Joel shushes him offscreen. “Joel—sorry, the King says I can’t say your name.”

Jimmy chuckles, nerves quieting as he gazes at Scott. “That’s fine, Major. How are you feeling?”

“Not great,” Scott admits. He shrugs. “My head hurts, but they put some good drugs in my arm and I can’t really feel it so that’s good!” He tips the screen to show an IV. Jimmy shudders and looks away.

When he looks back, Scott’s turned it back to his face, concern written all over it. “Are you okay? You were . . . uh, what’s the word. . . .”

“Dissociating,” Jimmy finishes.

“Yeah. That. Lizzie said it got really bad, but when we got to United, you just sorta . . . blanked out.”

Jimmy bites back a retort. He doesn’t actually want to be mean to Scott, especially not when he’s floating on pain drugs. He’s just exhausted and foggy from the dissociation. “I’m good, just worried about you. And maybe don’t say real names, yeah?”

“Oh. Right. Joel, how much longer?”

A sigh from offscreen. “Probably half an hour, maybe more. Done talking to your man?”

“J—the King wants his phone back,” Scott whispers. “Are you really okay? Do you need a nap?”

Jimmy can’t help but laugh. “I’ll go rest if you rest, yeah? Love you, keep annoying the Mad King.”

“I love you so much,” Scott says seriously. “I wanna kiss you right now, but I don’t wish you were here because that would be bad for you. So I can wait until we go home.”

Suddenly choked up, Jimmy manages a wave, which Scott sets the phone down to return. Then Jimmy passes it back to Lizzie, who exchanges a few words with Joel before hanging up.

Jimmy doesn’t go to bed. He curls up on the couch and turns on some episode of a 90s sitcom to watch in silence.

“You didn’t fail him,” Lizzie says during a commercial. “You did good.”

Jimmy sighs. “Lizzie, I was dissociating before I even helped him into the house. I didn’t call you, I didn’t actually do anything to help him, and I couldn’t even go into the hospital with him. I freaked out and couldn’t help when he needed me.”

“You fought a trauma response to assess your boyfriend’s injuries and were able to drive him to the hospital,” Lizzie counters. “You set his broken nose and kept your head, despite having triggers all around you. Not to mention, driving him to the hospital was probably the best choice you could’ve made—I don’t have a car, and Joel was halfway across the city. There was no way we could get him to help. You did everything you could.”

Jimmy doesn’t argue. He’s too tired. He just turns his attention back to the TV as the commercial break ends.

When Joel helps Scott in the house several hours later, Lizzie’s made pancakes for them all, and Jimmy’s set out plates and spreads. Scott eats a single pancake, eyelids heavy, before limping off for bed. Jimmy follows him, rearranges the pillows so that Scott’s newly-casted arm can be elevated.

“You’re gonna be here a while, mister,” Jimmy tells him, handing him an ice pack. “Doctor’s orders. A week of bed rest, all for you.”

“At least I can give you kisses,” Scott slurs, smiling the best he can with a split lip and swollen mouth. Jimmy giggles, stripping off his shirt and climbing into bed next to him.

“I think even kisses are gonna hurt, baby. It’s okay, though. You’ll be okay.”

Scott nods sleepily, eyes already closed. “Yeah. We both will be.”

[tohot4u]

play ball

[bennylikesstars]

HELLO AGAIN LMK COMMUNITY..

Inkmoons design is finally finished X9

So basically I'm just going to put that maybe she was a servant in the underworld for the giggles

(if I made her a war criminal I'd have to think a lot harder, either way after the things she's gonna do she'll become one anyways)

I plan on her actually starting a whole apocalypse by unlocking the ink scrolls and shit, I'm going heavy into like my own interpretation of how the scrolls work;I'm aware of the basics that were explained to us in the show but just lemme add a lil bit more biddazling.

She has the ink demon whispering in her ear to basically puppeteer her while she herself feels like she's in control.

The scrolls attached to her belt are mainly just the ones she's able to use the ink out of, idk how to explain it actually but just stick with me now.

When it comes to the apocalypse stuff she's basically going to attach those lil pieces of the scroll to them so that they stay and relive the worst possible memories just to make them aggressive.

Another thing I wanna implement is that since her hairs so long she's able to like cloak herself in it to emerge as an inky form of herself which isn't really her but the ink scroll taking over.

Ok rant over. Thanks to whoever bothered reading :3

[fallen-vixen]

[2024]

Sketchy scribble inspired by @randyvouz's DATA_BREACH AU! P03 in the AU somehow survives getting attacked by Melter lmao

Still image without the effects under the cut!

[crazywritersol]

Okkk soooo conversion on my au- my parasite au! Yes, it's a parasite I will be talking about it rn! ^^

Ok so, imagine this, it's after the incident with azure ok? And so swk goes out of his way to the underworld after the beach day and all of that, and swk goes and checks to find who let azure free and is searching looking around and then ends up hearing things it the person who let azure out (I don't remember if they have a name T-T) but anyways swk chases after them and ends up losing them so he just brushes it away, he then leaves with nezha, and then the clocked guy comes out of hiding and releases and summons this parasite, which he then sends to the mortal realm, and then time skip, blah blah blahhh, tooo macaque!<3 macaque is walking through the forest and starts hearing noises and thinks it's swk but then gets attacked by the parasite and the parasite goes and finds it's way through mac's mouth and which causes him to be in severe pain which then leads to him mutating which first starts from his eye through his entire body starts melting and yeahhhh so I'ma try posting some art 737“ my partner already has some designs! Because I showed them kinda what they look like TvT“ this is them! @teacupdrawz12

So anyways some more of the story! And for the celestial realm, they have no clue any of this is happening! But for nezha, he grows worried and ends up visiting just to find out everyone is dead! (Not everyone!-) he is frightening and all of that but I will show :]

Sanity percentage!

Macaque: 10% (Is infected but can still think and remembers things mostly the past)

Swk: sometimes 70% other times 40-30%

Mk: 30%-40%

Mei: before infection 80% after infection: 0%(Infected, was then killed by mk)

Nezha: 70% (not infected)

Sandy: 0%(Infected)

Tang: 20-30%? (Is not infected)

Pigsy: 0% (is infected)

Bai he: before 90% after cutting arm off 60-70%

(she got her arm cut off, the reason is because she was attacked by parasite!Mac he bit her arm which the parasite was able to infect her blood but then cut her arm off before it could infect her body!)

Redson: 0% (Infected)

Pif: 45%(Alive but ends up killing herself due to seeing her family being dead)

DBK: 0%(Infected)

If there are any questions, just ask me!<33

Have a nice day<33

[scottie-draws-sometimes]

Jumping on the mlp infected bandwagon with my own lil au!! I decided to go a different route than most. The infection slowly turns the pony into solid crystal, staring from the inside out

(Also this takes place sometime in s3, before twilight became an alicorn. So there are a few differences to characters or dynamics!)

Rarity isn’t doing so well after losing her sister. But she puts all her energy into taking care of others and ensuring no one else gets infected. She completely abandoned her love for gems and jewels, to the point of covering up her cutie mark. It’s all just a harsh reminder of what’s going on

Pinkie seems to be doing much better than anyone else. She continues to try and put a smile on everypony’s face. She hasn’t heard anything from her family, but it’s too risky to go and search for them. Especially since she’s taking care of the Cake twins now. She believes everything’s going to be fixed soon. They have to be.

Twilight was patient 0 in Ponyville, unknowingly bringing the infection back from the Crystal Empire when she visited to check on her brother. She didn’t think it was anything out of the ordinarily, anything that required research or warning. She only realized when it was too late. Now, she just wanders around her quiet town, searching for her friends. She was lonely, and she didn’t like being lonely anymore. Plus, her friends loved crystals, right?

[plutaraplanet]

[[The following post is the beginning of the tumblr format for Michael’s Lego Monkie Kid Infection Au, Yûzhóu. Anytime the writer (aka me, Michael lol) is talking out of character to the post. You will see purple text like this, surrounded by [[]]. This is where I will drop any notes or content warnings at the beginning. If you would like to catch up on the TikTok format for the au (it has more parts if now sorry), you can go to @/plutaraplanet on TikTok. There should be five videos. But besides that!! Lets actually jump in.]]

1; Radio Silent.

Yknow.. it’s been a while since we’ve seen Nezha.. He must be real busy with the jade emperors power.

Nezha’s old friend though, is kind of worried..

Its been almost a month.

A month since the Azure Battle. When the universe was so close to splitting in the sky.

“Somethings not right. I’m scared. Nezha doesn’t usually act this way, please. Can you check on him? I just want to make sure he’s okay”

(Chang’e; July 19th, 20XX)

So. Wukong had to pay him a visit. The kid is probably so concerned on doing a good job. It’ll be a quick in and out mission.

This little guy right here was following Wukong through the jade emperors palace. His name was Yùshí, one of the jade guard who supervised the area. So of course he followed Wukong like a chick with his mama duck.

Though, he had a job to attend to. It would be quick! And hey, if Nezha needed help with the emperors powers, he wouldn’t mind lending a hand. Though it’s not often Nezha admits for help haha. Yúshì kept trying to tell Wukong that Nezha did not want to be seen. In fact, there were strict orders to not enter the room under any circumstances. But since when did Wukong listen to Nezha?

Again, this would be quick…

…he didnt answer when he knocked on the door. Well.. now Wukong had a bubbling fear growing. And despite Yùshí’s yelp, Wukong was going to break the door down. Something wasn’t right.

“If I had known what was behind that door, I would have never kicked it down. Just a small act of worry, caused an avalanche, the world will never be the same— MK.. I have to reach out to MK now—“

(Sun Wukong; 7/??/XX)

There’s a tape record on the ground.. it might be useful to listen in..

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[fili-the-jester]

the amount of mlp infection au content that I’m been seeing is reawakening my thoughts about my apocalyptic lmk au

[blazeandsilver]

Here are the stages and symptoms of the infection.

Stage 0: The victim is completely healthy and has not yet breathed in the spores, the victim does however feel a bit off about the purple and pink glowing mushrooms and want to avoid them.

Stage 1: The victim has breathed in the spores and moments after breathing them in the victim will pass out and suddenly receive a high fever, the victim is extremely fatigued but they will seem normal despite the fever.

Stage 2: The victim’s body over the span of a few days has begun to weaken and mushrooms begin to sprout from their body, the infection is now known and dangerous. The mushrooms can be plucked off but they will grow back.

Stage 3: The victim has begun refusing to eat any fresh food and demands to eat food in the garbage. The victim has become aggressive towards anyone who gets near them, this may be the victims way of keeping others away from them so they wouldn’t get infected. More mushrooms will sprout from the body and they will begin releasing small amounts of spores.

Stage 4: The victim is now extremely aggressive and can not tell the difference between food and friends. The victim has a hunger for flesh but they can still be saved. Several mushrooms are now everywhere on the victim's body and release a large amount of spores.

Stage 5: The victim is gone, they no longer have any humanity and are extremely aggressive. The victim's body mutates in a horrifying and painful way where their neck extends, their hip bones become sharper, they grow claws and they now have to walk on all fours. Mushrooms are everywhere on the body and the victim can no longer be saved.

Stage 6: The victim is dead. The mushrooms slowly ate away their bones, organs and flesh leaving nothing behind.

Information: The infectious spores were originally breathed in by patient 0, the infection is spread through bites and spores, avoiding the victims at all costs.

[alpha-kid-au]

Chapter nine, Mayhem.

After G had gotten food, he went back towards the city, and as he got near the city, he saw that something seemed strange.

The entire city was covered with a strange purple fog, with a large storm near the city center. G ran towards the library and as he nearly got there, he was greeted by three ink beasts, but something seemed strange.

Their eyes glow a strange purple. and the way they walk is staggered, almost as though decayed. As they see G, they all scream a sickening scream, and lunge at him.

But as the beasts passed the library door, it swung open, as a purple arrow skewered all of them against a wall, as dozens of knives eradicate the creatures, and they get blasted by multiple blasters.

"G?!?" Nightmare spoke, as he ran out to hug G.

Nightmare! What… happened here?" G asked as he hugged Nightmare.

"Well, after you left. The ink beasts started attacking everyone. And they were more powerful, harder to kill. Killer seems to be one the the few who can actually destroy them for good." Dust explained, as he walked out of the library, which they seem to have been defending.

"I'd guess it has to do with Vantus." Nightmare suggested, gesturing to the center of the storm.

"Well then, I guess it's time to do hero things, huh?" G joked, as he smiled, and pulled the strings from his eyes.

"Well don't leave us out of it. You'll need backup." Hunter replied as the others walked out of the library too.

"Well, what are you guys waiting for? Let's go!" Killer yelled as he waved for them to go, and they ran at Vantus' lair

At the eclipse sanses temporary lair, Vantus was cackling looking over the city, as Blue Moon and Prince Gold Light stood at the ready.

"YES! Listen to their SCREAMS!!! To their Pain!!!" He screamed at the chaos, as the substance in the vial slushed around, in a strange manner.

"Yes brother! We will show them what true power is!" Blue Moon spoke, wearily as he looked over the city.

And as they watched, Vantus heard a whisper in his ear, "the glitchh. is heree."

"The glitch? Yes… I see him…" Vantus whispered as he stepped backwards.

"The glitch?" Gold Light thought, as he looked at the vial on Vantus' sash, as it twists and forms.

"G? Oh, brother, allow me to destroy the whelp!" Blue Moon pleaded, stepping closer

"You? Destroy HIM? HA! When was the last time you won a fight? The only time I haven't been met with a defeat was when the prince SAVED you!"

As he spoke, Blue Moon stepped back, confused by his attitude.

And Vantus heard the voice whisper, "traitorr! Defectorr!" And he spoke,

"D-defector? How could I not see it" as he turned to Blue Moon, his eyes a sickening purple, and veiny lines of whatever it is are weaving through him like an infection.

"Defector!?! No brother! I wouldn't dream of-" Blue Moon pleaded, inching closer, but he was interrupted by Vantus, or, whatever this is yelling

"You believed you could deceive me!?! I will not tolerate mediocrity ANY LONGER!" As it punched at him, but it was blocked by Gold Light, guarding Blue Moon.

"Lay down your weapon brother, I do not wish for you to meet your end this day." Gold Light spoke, as he stood in front of Blue Moon.

"Another.. ANOTHER WHO THOUGHT THEY COULD FOOL ME? VANTUS, THE INK DEMON?!?" He screamed, as they entered combat.

The main crew have made it to the entrance of the lair, and they see nearly a dozen ink beasts, which jump at them, but Hunter blocks the attack with his bones.

"You two go. We may not be able to destroy them but we can hold them off." He yelled through the chaos, as the creatures broke through the bones, Dust shot them with his blaster.

"didn't you hear him? GO!!!" Dust screamed to the others, as Killer and G nodded, and ran towards the lair.

As they crossed the threshold, entering the cave, another dozen beasts jumped them, as Killer rammed G with a blaster, launching him forward.

"GET VANTUS. WE'VE GOT THIS!" Killer yelled, as him and Chara slashed at the ink beasts

G runs into the chamber right as Vantus was going to fight the other eclipse sanses.

"Wait, what's going on?!?" G yelled, "aren't you guys on a team?" He continued, confused.

"G-Glitch? The trespasser returns." Vantus said, turning to face him

"Oh sh-" G spoke, but was interrupted by Vantus sprinting at him, and shrieking "if he sent you, then I shall show him what happens. When he underestimates ME!" But as he was about to hit him, Prince Gold Light defended him.

"The vial has driven him mad, infected his thoughts" Prince Gold Light explained as Blue Moon ran over.

"We'll fight with you this once. You'll only have one chance. Glitch. You must do this. For all of us." Blue Moon commanded, summoning his swords.

Vantus cackled, in a laugh alien to him, "fools. All of you" he said.

And as he did, he submerged into the ink, and four of him appeared around them, one of them having a large decorated brush.

"NOW!" Prince Gold Light yelled, as the Vantus' fired at them with hundreds of bones, which Blue Moon blocked with his own bones.

In the chaos G makes a copy, and leaves them with the group, as he dashed off. And when the dust settled, the copy slinked off too.

As Vantus made dozens of clones, which all summoned blasters, which Gold Light slashed with his scythe.

Something Scoffed, as it calmly said, "No more of this" as it summoned more blasters, and when Gold Light destroyed them this time, Vantus used the cover from the attack to dash under the slash, swinging the brush to hit both of them against a wall, and the ink turned to chains.

As he stepped closer to the two of them, a bone flew at him, with G saying "fight me cowar-" as he got pinned to the wall by one of Vantus' other arms.

"I'd assumed you would have learned something of combat from the Blue Devil himself." As he sliced at G, and he turned into a bone

"What?!" Vantus yelled as he turned around to see G, holding over twenty bones.

"Y'know. Maybe,I DID!" He yelled, as they all turned into G's, and they all ran around Vantus, attacking him with bones, blasters, and whatever they had at their disposal.

And in the cacophony of attacks, G struck the vial with his strings, Destroying it.

And as the vial exploded, the entity within landed on the ground and seeped into it.

"What... What happened?" Vantus asked, returning to his senses, as Gold Light and Blue Moon were freed by the vials destruction, Gold Light ran over and hugged him, saying

"You're back, brother." As the eclipse sanses all teleported away, and Blue Moon stared at the ground where the entity disappeared with worry, as they all teleported.

However the damage to the lair was substantial, and it began to collapse.

And as it did, Killer dashed into the room as fast as they could, picking up G and yelling "MOVE IDIOT!" as they carried G out of the collapse.

Outside, the ink monsters seem to have had a whiplash effect from losing all of the power, and they all detonated simultaneously.

"He did it?" Hunter asked, as Killer got out of the lair, right as it was destroyed.

"G! Killer!" Nightmare yelled running over, as he hugged them.

"I'm glad everyones okay." He finished

And they all went to get food, but while they ate something seemed up with G

"G? What's going on?" Hunter asked leaning over

"Something… something was wrong with Vantus… it wasn't… him." G explained, as Dust patted him on the back, saying "hey, kid. Celebrate the little victories."

"Yeah, that's tomorrow's problem. We can handle it" Nightmare assured.

Back in the ruin, the entity crawled out of the ground. And slinked back to the crypt. Where it then climbed back into the statue.

And as it did, the statue cracked open, revealing an actual skeleton, who broke out of the chains, grabbing the cleaver, and laughing that same alien laugh.

"Hello. World." He said as he walked off.

[bennylikesstars]

ME ME ME I HAD THE INFECTION AU IDEA FIRST I SWEAR I DID. LISTEN TO ME WHEN I SAY I DID AUAGAH PLEASE I WAS THE ONE WITH THE IDEA FIRST IT'S BASICALLY THE INK SCROLL INFECTING PEOPLE AND TURNING THEM INTO SAD DEPRESSING MONSTERS IT WAS ME WHO HAD THE IDEA FIRST PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE