#omg i forgot about fungus

[shannonaesthetics]

Hello!! First post omg. I may or may not post here much more but why not have a start at posting my submissions to the Mushroom Oasis discord server banner contests that happened? This is mostly just me submitting fanart (if you can count it as that.) bc Mychael is my lil fungus bb which I wanna SHAKE. I didn't win the contests but that doesn't matter since I mostly did it for fun! anyways!! The first one was my second submission and the theme was spring! so I drew Mychael in a field of forgot-me-nots and being all charming while MC watches him in admiration. <3 the second one was my first-ish time drawing Mychael digitally for the first-ever banner contest and the theme was Valentines or Winter! I chose winter since I had a creative idea. I recalled the fact Mychael was knitting a green scarf in the start of Day 2 so why not draw him actually wearing it while he explores the barren winter forest! I really suck at drawing clothing textures but there was an attempt ;D The actual quality of the drawing it pretty pixelated bc of the aspect ratio I used which kinda messed it up but I fixed it in the second attempt at the contest ! Overall, I love drawing him and he's so silly billy and I wanna draw him more! You can find the link to the discord server in Cheea's pinned post ! Thank you for listening to me ramble about my art <3

[spookyforestcryptid]

i recently watched beetlejuice beetlejuice! (the beetlejuice sequel) and i have thoughts! Movie spoilers below ofc

Okay either you've watched it or you don't care about being spoiled. This is divided into things i like and things i dislike!

STUFF I LIKE:

This movie is really funny. The cop/actor is great, the wedding musical scene is hilarious, and bj is like 50% more fun than in the original. I love the bit where beetlejuice explains his backstory overly dramatically, i love the part at the end.

Bold choice of them to include a hot vampire woman but im not going to judge. I know she's not technically a vampire, but she sucks people's souls so it's close enough. Bj's ex (forgot her name) is just for people who want tall women to step on them and i love that for her i guess.

Sweet family stuff i guess is cute!

The twist with the boy and his family being ghosts is really well done. My mom actually predicted this and was whispering out loud in the theater. It's really fun and i love the sense of danger

The gore is really well done! The special effects in this movie go hard. How are you doing this omg its so cool.

Sandworms make a return and i love the sandworms.

Lydia's character omg! She is not okay and i love that for her. The writers also had the balls to put her in a bad relationship. its so cool!!!

STUFF I DON'T LIKE

the janitor in the beginning makes me uncomfortable. His face just looks so- ew. i can't really describe it.

They never explain what Delores was doing in those boxes. (minor problem)

Beetlejuice being a dead person is a bit weird, since if he's only a human why does he get summoned when you say his name? Why does he have powers? Was he turned into a demon? if so, how? And why doesn't the fungus stuff on his face match how he died (by poisoning) when all the other dead people gore does?

The maitlands are gone!! I liked the maitlands. They had to be like "oh they found a loophole to move on and leave" so the ghosts weren't around to break the plot. I wish they were back, but then we wouldn't have all this fun plot stuff.

in conclusion i liked it! Was a fun watch!

[delopsia]

Del,

I loved the haunted house blurp! It had me thinking , would our trio do a corn maze? Who's the best navigator? Do Rhett and Bob fight at every turn to figure out which way to go? Bob knows his way around due to being a WSO but does that in the air training transfer to being on the ground too? Rhett probably knows directions pretty well but can be a stubborn mule. How long do you think it would take them to complete the maze? Do they stop for sneaky kisses?

I personally couldn't find my way out of a shoe box so I'd be no help lol.

Omg I forgot about corn mazes! I'm so sorry I took forever on this 😭

Events like corn mazes are the thing that truly set apart Rhett and Bob's differences. Rhett's better with the land, and he could probably navigate himself from New York to California with nothing but the sun and the moon to guide him. Bob is better with crops, can tell from a glance what bug has been nibbling on the leaves, if they've had too much water or not enough.

Surprisingly, they're horrible when it comes to the other's talent. Bob can't navigate (on the ground) to save his life, doesn't know where he's going or what the land may be trying to tell him, and Rhett can kill a plant just by looking at it. Flowers, succulents, hell, he's even killed a cactus.

So, when it comes to the mazes, Rhett is the navigator. All he needs is a quick glance at the map before you go in, and he's got it down. The exit faces the west, so you must continue trying to go, well, west! He knows his directions the best out of the three, but he likes to keep it to himself.

Bob and Reader have no damn clue where they're going or how far they've made it. Whereas Rhett can tell you which direction is north and south without batting an eye, Bob takes a little longer to figure it out from the ground. He's become a little too used to having a compass to rely on.

"This is west, right?" Bob chirps after a moment, wary blue eyes flicking up to meet with Rhett's. "...right?"

The wavering upturn of Rhett's lips is the biggest 'no' he's ever gotten in his life. "That's north, Bobby."

"So, which way is west?"

"Well, that's gonna cost you both a kiss."

Because Rhett, as stubborn as he is, has begun charging for his assistance, and the only currencies he accepts are kisses and something not appropriate for corn mazes. But he doesn't quite know what to do when Bob and Reader yank him down and pepper his flushed cheeks with as many kisses as they can give him.

And maybe it would have led to rushing out of the maze in a dash for the car, desperate to stumble in the front door in a tangled frenzy, leaving a trail of clothes that led to the bedroom, if Bob hadn't gotten distracted by a stalk of corn, afflicted by some sort of fungus.

"It's sick :("

And that's why it takes an hour to get through a thirty-minute maze.

[incohorace]

You want me to do better?? Fine, how about this?

You are swine you vulgar little maggot. Don't you know that you are pathetic? You worthless bag of filth. As we say in California, I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. A zit on the butt of society. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you.

You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you. You are a bloody nardless newbie twit protohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic cloacal parasitic pond scum and I wish you would go away.

You're a putrescence mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.

You are a bleating fool, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.

I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. Because off your face the rabbit population actually decreased. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell?

If you aren't an idiot, you made a world-class effort at simulating one.

You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs.

You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot.

You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meatslapper.

I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Your writing has to be a troll. Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh.

TEN OUT OF TEN.

omg are we about to kiss rn 🤭🤭

[softpine]

i’ve had this saved on my likes for more than two years i think and now i’ve come to ask (since the series just finished) what was your theory about ellie’s mom this has been making my brain itch since the series started and they announced ashley johnson having the role of anna

omg that's awesome, i forgot i said all this!! i actually don't even want a third game anymore (i'm very satisfied with the bittersweet ending they left us with), but i feel like they're going to make one anyway. my theory about anna was exactly what they just confirmed in the show!! 🎉 i've always thought that anna was infected VERY close to the end of her pregnancy (though i would've guessed it was a day before she gave birth) because she says this in the note she writes ellie: "You're not even a day old and holding you is the most incredible thing I've done in my life - a life that is about to get cut a little short." meaning she was able to survive giving birth but she knew she was going to die very soon. to me, that could only mean she was infected. i also assumed marlene was the one who had to kill anna, sort of a riley and ellie parallel :(

i could talk all day about the medical implications of this scene; what it means for humanity, how it compares to our world, and why ellie probably didn't need to die for a vaccine, but the truth is, it doesn't matter. the story needs you to believe that ellie is going to die for a cure, and poking holes into this theory only weakens the emotional story at the heart of it. ..... but i can't help myself – i don't think ellie needed to die at all fjksjds if there was ever a time to start doing unethical and untested human gene editing, it would be in the universe of the last of us. but they didn't even try it!! they just went straight to cutting open a 14 year old's skull on the off-chance that they might extract some fungus which they ALREADY HAVE BEEN TESTING FOR YEARS so who knows what they plan to do with it! why would it be any different than the fungus growing on a "real" infected person?? humans have fungal antibodies, why couldn't they find those antibodies in her blood? (i'll give the fireflies a pass for this one because we didn't really know about these antibodies in 2003) they did ZERO testing, they just did a brain scan and went "cool! let's cut her open before she wakes up and we're forced to give her AGENCY and CHOICE. we can't have that." but anyway. lmaooo i'm not mad about it; it works really well for the story they wanted to tell, i just find the science & ethics stuff very interesting to think about because of my background in biology

[theoutlawfaleena]

I want to share with the class / your blog my very chaotic Zombie Apocalypse Call of Duty (Modern Warfare 2) AU, featuring my self-insert because I love Ghost/Soap/König 🫶

Alright, the overall plot is just surviving the apocalypse and getting to know each other Ig.

The backstory however is just as bland (I'm writing for the thoughts to get out of my head and not to publish a novel 😫). The 141 were sent a signal which located the US, but before they could track the cords or smth the signal vanished. Landing in the US, everything felt uncomfortable and no human being could be seen.

At some point they run into my self-insert who is chronically ill because I've never seen a chronically ill character in an apocalypse before?? (The way he gets his meds is really convenient, there's like aid stations near Canada and Mexico because the zombies are only affecting the US and the other countries don't want to interfere with that. I'm also European, so just in case anyone questions the aid station.) But yea my self-insert has that extra luck to be here.

They obviously ask him whats going on and he thinks they're joking at first and when he actually tells them about the apocalypse they think he's joking and I'm not that far into writing yet 🥲 but they end up creating a new team and just survive

The way I would introduce König is by going the traumatized route and making a quest gone wrong and his entire team dies or smth. Though when he joins the 141 / The Survival Group 141 he gets to be the sniper (as I doubt anyone would continue to follow the rules / law once they realize how serious the apocalypse actually is) and that lifts his mood despite his dead team 😵‍💫

To explain the lackluster writing, I'm doing this for fun and fun only. Never in Hell will this publish into a novel in case someone wants to complain about this 🫠

Oh I forgot the zombies themselves: The Virus is a mix of the one from The Last of Us (fungus) and Left 4 Dead (flu). So its like a fungus / mould that makes infected feel as if they have the flue before turning into aggressive cannibals. I'm aware this is very much copied from these two games but idc, the reason for the infection is pretty smart so I'll use it as well

WH -- HOLD ON WHOA. WOWIE WOW WOW ANON THIS SOUNDS COOL AS HELL !??)/?:/

i'm a bit of a sucker for apocalypse aus and urs sounds AMAZING to be just smthn living in ur head omg,, i know u said u didn't wanna write it BUT if u ever change ur mind..... 👀 i gotta be the first person to know 😌

[hillbroski]

🤫!!!

Okay so: to get into this whole thing I have to explain the setting a bit. Basically, the world had a sudo zombie apocalypse (except the zombies aren’t violent just contagious) the ‘disease’ is actually a fungus, and the world has sort of gotten rid of it and is rebuilding. The actual setting is in which ever part of America has the most cornfields/fields in general and the least amount of tall buildings (I’m very bad at drawing buildings and decent at drawing corn) and actually getting to the oc: he’s a kid (by kid I mean like 17) living in a tiny town of survivors, they are very tight knit and wary of strangers (cause they could be infected) and he’s an outcast since he showed up as a child, just sort of randomly and was lucky enough to have this nice lady take him in. He’s a little emo and quiet, and doesn’t really talk to anyone except the mayors son, who is the only person who isn’t cold to him (They are gay, dw). So after some stuff happens, oc awakens some supernatural powers which corrupt a bunch of plants and everyone’s like ‘omg it’s the rot’ (the rot is what the fungus is called) and then they burn him at the stake, which goes poorly. And before I just get into summarizing the plot of this thing; this is basically an eldritch gods situation, and one of them, life, is trapped in the core of the earth (which is an entity all on its own, but that’s pretty complex and hard to explain and k don’t want to type it all out on my phone) this happened because another god, obliteration, tried to kill life at the the beginning of the world, so they (being earth and the other gods) locked it inside the core, and they keep obliteration out using the asteroid belt, until this cult of sorts breaks the barrier, and lets obliteration back in. I forgot to mention there are these beings which are basically like vessels for these gods, and have powers related to them, and this cult does a ritual to try and get healing powers back (which disappeared with life, along with all of its beings) but this just breaks the barrier and let’s obliteration back in, who creates the rot to try and kill life again. So this oc is like one of these beings but he can use the power from any of them (this is called a conduit, and was sort of part of the life ritual which created the rot.) and life currently wants to use him to help them get out of the earths core, and obliteration wants to use him to kill everything, and the cult wants to help life and this other cult wants to use him to power their magic wall. It’s a whole thing.

So yeah, here’s a ramble! If anyone wants more details I have a google doc so feel free to dm me about it.

[help-i-need-a-cool-username]

Really wonder how they're gonna do the Destruction theme with the Summer Maiden

Choice = Fall: Cinder & Pyrrha, who constantly move towards their life goal/choice (being powerful; being a huntress). Also in Cinder's flashback "you make that choice, you'll be running for the rest of your life"

Knowledge = Spring: Raven, who learned the truth and ran from it in fear. She then twisted it around and presented a false Maiden to the world

Creation = Winter: Penny & Winter, Penny herself is a great creation, while Winter has worked hard to create a new life and reputation outside her family name

Destruction = Summer: ?

I dont know how they'll do Summer unless she joins Salem's side/is "evil". Maybe Cinder will take her power? Cinder herself has demonstrated a lot of destruction

They only way i can see them turning "destruction" into a "good" thing is if they find a way to push a harmony (ex. how the universe has to be balanced) or circle of life thing (ex. wildfires (that do happen to occur often in the summer lol) and volcano explosions destroy their surroundings, but it provideds rich soil that paves the way for life)

[natewriteslol]

Hey! Could i request the dorm leaders with an esper MC? Kinda like Mob psycho or Saiki k :) and maybe they don't really use this ability of theirs that much since in their world they're literally a teen who's trying to live a normal life(like Mob basically), so nobody knew about their psychic powers except Grim since the mirror said that he couldnt sense any magic in them(i'm pretty sure that psychic powers don't really count as magic but idk lol).

Feel free to ignore if you don't wanna write it! :)

 A/N: Ooh this was a fun one! I haven't watched Mob Psycho (I know about that fine ass blonde man-) but I have watched Saiki k and I loved it, still need to finish it tho jlafljhdas 

Characters: Kalim Al-Asim, Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit, Azul Ashengrotto, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

P.S: I’m so sorry this is so long omg but I guess this is a strong comeback-

Warnings: none except for language

Riddle:

-You wanted to stay as far away as possible from him

-Riddle was part of the trio of people you wanted to stay away from: Riddle, Vil, and Azul

-Riddle paid so much attention to fine details that if something was up, he'd definitely notice it

-But unfortunately you were best friends with the two goobers of Heartslabyul: Ace and Deuce

-And Riddle had started to pay attention to you and your habits, and something was off with you

-It's almost as though you tried too hard to be normal, like Jamil

-And he could never let something like that happen again, so yes he was watching you

-One day you accidently slipped up and was irresponsible with your powers

-Grim was bothering you since he got into a deal with Azul for tuna and they were standing outside with the twins, since Grim lost

-You told him to fend for himself and teleported, however you didn’t plan where you would go

-And you teleported into the Heartslabyul dorm

-What sucks is that your teleportation power was literally flashy with a bright ass green light every time you popped in somewhere

-Just when you thought you were lucky since the whole dorm was uninhabited...except for Riddle who watched the whole thing

-He was completely shocked, he didn’t know what to say other than “What did you just do?!” 

-You explained to him, and that just pieced everything together

-How you solved overblots with such ease, and that one day you had a “strength potion to test for Azul” was such bs!

-Riddle ends up keeping your secret, since he values your privacy but if you do something major and mess up then he will tell!

-”I understand but please be more careful with your powers. I need to institute discipline and you are no exception, Y/N.”

-He really does care about you and doesn’t want you to be found out 

-Goes the extra mile to cover for you often, and in exchange you help him out with things :)

Leona:

-He didn't really care about you at first but as you started to hang Jack and Ruggie, Leona started to get more suspicious

-Your scent had proven that you had some trace of magic, but Leona just couldn't put his finger on it

-So he sent Ruggie after you for a couple of days

-If you were a threat to Savanaclaw, Leona would crush you

-But Ruggie had only reported back that everything with you was perfectly normal

-"Just give it up Leona, they're just an ordinary human. The scent is probably weird because they're from a completely different world."

-But Leona still had that feeling, so he was keeping an eye on you

-You had made a deal with Crowley to keep your powers secret to solve problems on campus (it did cut repair costs and handymen costs in half so-)

-Your new quest was to rid the forest of the Angolo fungus that was manifesting into living fungus blobs 

-The one thing that gave you away was Grim, as you both had to stop by the Greenhouse to read some info about the fungus

-The cat beast was being far too loud, not understanding why he had to go and mess around with the icky fungus

-You simply replied “It’ll be quick, I’ll just use Hydrokinesis and dry out the fungus since they’re mainly filled with water. They become fertilizer once dried so we can just leave them there.”

-And there Leona was, ears perked up once he heard your voice

-Hydrokinesis? What are you talking about?

-So he set off, following you to the forest

-You started to fly, turning the once green and lively fungus to brown dust while Grim napped against a tree

-Leona for the first time in the while, was left speechless

-Once you noticed him, you realized you had to talk to him

-Confronting him later on, luckily Leona didn’t spill to anyone 

-He promised to never tell anyone about what he saw, and had no clapbacks for what you had to say 

- Leona doesn’t even benefit from this secret...besides mayyybee one day asking for your help if his pride lets him

-By the Great Seven why does everything have to not be in his favor-

Azul:

-Another one who you have got to be careful around, since he’s incredibly observant

-More observant than Riddle

-Azul noticed that you’re an incredibly average person, and were incredibly relaxed even during the most stressful situations

-And almost every single time whenever you were in a tight spot, it works in your favor

-Just how is that possible? Solving overblots left and right? Every single time you disappeared the infestation of magical beasts are gone? 

-One day, you were getting picked on by a three guys, their stature far above yours and incredibly strong. How could you possibly win?

-Just as he was about to scoop in a save you, you slammed one of the men into the concrete, taking on the other two by electrocuting them, the blue lightning buzzing in your palms

-They were completely knocked out, dusting off your palms and picking up your things only to face Azul’s eyes

-After giving an explanation of what that was, he was still speechless

-Azul at first was incredibly shocked and then since Azul is Azul... later on realized this had benefits

-He could just blackmail you to be his new bodyguard!

-Oh how he always manages to bend life to his will-!

-So you could just wipe his memory... or turn him into stone...nvm

-You’re now Azul’s arch nemesis since you end up saving people from his scamming and you’re basically untouchable and there’s nothing he can do about it

-But he does find your great strength admirable (and a lil hot, I mean what can u say seeing someone floating in the air with electricity flowing through them is a nice look okay Nate shut up)

Kalim: 

-Oh Kalim my beloved

-He just thinks that you’re incredibly talented and a little mysterious

-You have your little quirks and he has his! Who is he to judge?

-Until one day you wanted to make the load lighter on Jamil, since the berries that Kalim had requested for were only in season in one country

-You decided to just teleport and then come back with the berries so Kalim wouldn’t be pouty 

-You were outside the door ready to teleport when last minute you felt a hand on your shoulder

- “Oh Y/N you forgot-!”

-And there both you and Kalim were, in a berry field thousands of miles away from the Scarabia dorm

-Kalim screams, falling to the lush green of the field

-What happened?! Where are we?! How did you do that?!

-You quickly gathered all the berries at light speed, making sure that you got back before Jamil realized that you were gone

-Kalim wasn’t scared of you, rather impressed that you were able to keep a secret for that long, he could never!

-You’re already super cool, and on top of this you have otherwordly powers!

- “It must’ve been stressful living your life like this! But don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret!”

-Yes he sometimes asks you to perform some of your powers for him, sorry Y/N-

Vil:

-While you were his friend, he was incredibly suspicious of you

-Even though you wiped everyone’s memory, he still had the faint memory of when he was in overblot mode of you blasting him with a beam of light

-Vil was incredibly upset as one of his assistants had mixed up his items, and left one of his vital skincare items on the set of where they were filming a new commercial

-It was being shipped and would take 3 days to reach NRC

-His mood was horrible and you had to do something about it to give grace to the Pomefiore dorm

-So you went to the second story of the Pomefiore dorm, ready to use Apport (the power to pull anything before you) 

-However, Vil felt incredibly guilty

-He was acting like a child and he shouldn’t have taken it out on the people who he loves and values

- “Y/N, how I was acting was incredibly inappropriate and- is that my moisturizer? How did you get it?”

-Starts freaking out as this was impossible as it was on it’s way from being shipped from another country

-This was the last straw for him ther was no justification for this that wasn't done by some form of magic

-He takes you to his room to make you sit down and give him an explanation for this

-Once you finished, Vil understood but was still freaked out

-He cares alot about keeping your powers a secret and will cover for you

-"So my aport powers need to exchange something of equal value so... I exchanged it with that Scucci purse over there-

-"MY LIMITED EDITION SCUCCI PURSE?!"

-He loves you, but you're dead to him, Y/N dear

Idia:

-Before he knew you, he didn't really notice anything off with you

-A little quiet sure but he minded his own business, he had bigger things to focus on

-Until you hung around Ignihyde more often for a project, fixing a huge generator by yourself for one of your partners for a project

-They took a break only after you told them that they could and apprehensive went to go get food and water

-Anyone with eyes could see that there's an overbearing amount of energy flowing through the fairly large sized cube

-Wait, you were wearing no gloves, you could get electrocuted! Why would have your bare hands on something like that?!

-Just as he was able to yell, it was too late, your whole body was flowing with the bright blue energy... and then you let go

-You were walking completely fine, you went and held a random wire on the ground, placing the electricity inside

-The static from your hair was gone, and you looked completely normal. . .

-Just what the hell are you?

-He did hours of research trying to figure you out, even sending Ortho to monitor you

-Yet there was nothing, you were just a “regular teen” 

-Was ready to get S.T.Y.X.S on your ass- (is that too soon to joke abt my bad overblot boys-)

-Until one day he caught you again bending electricity to your will

-Is incredibly impressed with your power (lowkey wanting to experiment on you)

-After he realizes that you can read minds Idia is so damn frightened

- “O-Okay I promise not to say anything, just don’t tell anyone what I’m thinking a-alright?!”

Malleus:

-You were one of the only people who he trusted

-Malleus had always detected some form of magical aura that was otherworldly from you and it never seemed to fade

-And it wasn’t often, but it was almost like you knew what he was thinking

-Whenever he was deeply upset he felt a twinge of energy from you, and then you would insist and help him out with his problems

-And he flat out says “Are you reading my mind, Y/N?”

-You had never been directly outed like this before, you felt horrible 

-You never read people’s minds unless it was very necessary

-whenever Malleus felt deeply gloomy you felt like it was important to just read his mind and help him with the problem

-You explained it to him and apologized, but he wasn’t upset

-In fact, he was smiling?

- “It seems like we have alot of things that we’re hiding from each other. But... you always had the best intentions whenever you used your abilities”

-He let out a sigh and reluctantly admitted, “And, I know that I’m quite stubborn with revealing my feelings.” 

- “I will keep your secret as long as you keep mine, Child of Man,” the dragon fae said, you both shaking on it

- “I always had a feeling that you were special, but I never thought it would be something of this caliber...” 

[fleetsonourgecentral]

Hello hello! I hope everything has been going well for you. I had a prompt idea pop into my head, and rushed to type this out before i forgot lol. Anyway, I was wondering if you could write Sonic having a nightmare and/or suffering from the aftermath of one and Scourge helps him through it? Or the other way around, if that speaks more to your muse. I just really want to see these two learn to be more vulnerable around each other, and there is little doubt in my mind that these two have issues and really need a hug. Have a good week!

Omg how did you know I love writing about characters having nightmares... how did you know...

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One of the downsides of travelling with someone was the lack of privacy options during the night. Sonic had grown to tolerate travelling with other people - although the slower speed always got on his nerves, no matter how necessary it was - but he'd never liked sharing his sleeping space with them. On bad days he was quick to awake at some of the most minor sounds, and being stuck with several other people shifting and mumbling in their sleep or getting up in the middle of the night for some water was a terrible thing to combine with that.

And on worse days, well. Even the thought of waking someone up because his stupid brain gave him a bad dream made his skin crawl.

It wasn't that he thought sleeping around someone was a show of vulnerability. Having a nightmare in front of someone, though? That was a completely different story.

Thankfully, nightmares weren't common for him, and the rest of the Freedom Fighters knew to keep their mouths shut and not bring it up if they ever caught him having one. It was the least he was owed after saving the world's ass time and time again. Occasionally Amy or Tails tried to make him, eurgh, open up about them, but for the most part he was left alone, and they were never brought up while travelling.

Still, despite learning to tolerate travelling with other people, he couldn't help but mentally cheer whenever he could do so alone at his own pace. So getting a new mission that required speed and small numbers, and thus no group of slower friends holding him back? A blessing he was long overdue.

Well, sort of. He wasn't travelling alone, but it was Scourge who was tagging along, and the good thing about travelling with Scourge was the slower speed thing was no longer a problem.

The bad thing was he had no idea if Scourge would keep his mouth shut on the off chance of a nightmare arising.

So when they settled down for the night, was it really any wonder Sonic volunteered to take watch?

With a sigh Sonic rolled his neck for the third time that night. Just because he'd chosen to take watch didn't mean he liked it. Honestly, he was tempted to lie back and get some rest. Not sleep, he'd be just awake enough to spring into action if anything happened, as unlikely as that was, but just doze a little to rest his eyes and energy.

Maybe it was dumb to offer to take watch in the first place. They'd chosen a spot secluded enough that they wouldn't be easily spotted by any of Robotnik's troops, and fear for their safety wasn't even really a concern in the first place when he'd pitched the idea, although he'd tried to make it seem like it was, and brushed off Scourge's call of "bullshit" with a comment about being the more experienced Freedom Fighter, and thus the one more equipped to decide what was and wasn't safe, so shut the fuck up.

Scourge had rolled his eyes but reluctantly backed down, muttering about being too tired to deal with his "paranoid bullshit." The fucking hypocrisy.

No, safety wasn't his concern at all. His concern was that stupid, stupid nagging voice in the back of his mind hissing "but what if tonight's a bad night?" over and over, even though there was no fucking reason to believe it would be other than having gone several months without one.

It wasn't that he didn't trust Scourge. He did, against his better judgement. Somehow the fungus fucker had gradually kicked in the hesitations he had about lookalikes and became a trustworthy ally on the battlefield and a surprisingly hilarious friend. He was cunning and a jackass who didn't whinge about Sonic's attitude (usually) and a fierce fighter who didn't give a shit about the "morals" of fighting dirty, an attitude the Freedom Fighters desperately needed. "Clean" fighting was a nice sentiment, but just not practical in a lot of situations, and Sonic couldn't say he cared too much about Scourge's dirty tactics. Rather their side than the enemy's, after all.

Against all odds and previous bad experiences with lookalikes, Sonic trusted Scourge with his life.

With his nightmares, though? That wasn't something he was ready to expose to him yet. Not even out of fear he'd be seen as weaker or less capable for them, or out of worry they'd be used against him somehow, which was the reason he kept them hidden from everyone except close friends. It was just... a lot.

Better to just not sleep in front of him and avoid the risk entirely.

Ugh, now he remembered why he never bothered with this "taking watch" shit. He was always more likely to overthink about dumb shit if he had the whole night to himself doing nothing but sitting and watching without something or someone to keep him entertained and distracted.

Cracking his neck, Sonic settled back against the rock he was leaning against. It was a quiet night, no midnight adventurers or obnoxiously loud birds or bugs, not even any wind ruffling the leaves on the trees. Peaceful, just like the nights he remembered from when he was younger, before Robotnik came to be. If he closed his eyes he could almost pretend he was back to those days, lounging on his back and stargazing on the roof of Kintobor's old laboratory.

One day. One day they'd beat Robotnik for good and he'd be able to have as many peaceful nights as he wanted; not every night, that would be way too boring, but some nights. Depending on how much action he wanted. Any fights he got involved in would be on his terms, not tethered to stopping every scheme he stumbled across regardless of if he was in the mood for fighting or not.

His eyes fell on Scourge, who was sleeping a couple of metres away, lying on his stomach with his face buried in his elbow.

He hoped Scourge would stick around to see those nights, too. He'd probably get bored of them, even quicker than Sonic would, but that was fine. He would provide good company for the nights Sonic didn't want to sit around and spend the night in peace. He was always up for finding something fun to do no matter the time of day, something his other friends just weren't down for, and it would be fun to run around looking for ass to kick together without having to worry about a threat as huge as Robotnik looming over them.

With his eyes on Scourge it was impossible to miss the stuttered hitch in breath even if he wanted to.

There was no threat, nothing to be worked up over, a simple shift in someone else's breathing pattern was all that had changed, but somehow Sonic found himself on full alert anyway. He sat up, staring intently at Scourge, cataloguing every little twitch just in case something was wrong. Scourge's breathing grew heavy, his face screwed up, his hands balled into fists as he made a pitiful attempt to curl in on himself. A shuddering inhale, a flinch accompanied by a... not a whine, or a whimper, but some kind of noise that was definitely unpleasant-

Oh.

He hadn't considered the possibility of Scourge having a nightmare.

Sonic was torn between watching in case the nightmare escalated and made Scourge hurt himself or looking away in some kind of attempt to respect Scourge's privacy. He'd never been on this end of the situation before and he had no clue what to do. Should he wake him up? Leave him be? Stay sat down and pretend he hadn't noticed anything, or leave and come back when Scourge woke up, pretending he had something to deal with and conveniently missed the whole thing?

Fuck, he wasn't good at shit like this. That was what the rest of the Freedom Fighters were for. He didn't even know if he hated or was grateful for being woken up from his own damn nightmares, how was he supposed to know what Scourge would want?

For an entire minute he sat and stared helplessly at Scourge, frozen in place despite the urge to just shake him awake. He didn't want Scourge to continue whatever awful dream he was having, but he also didn't fancy getting punched in the face, which was a very likely option even when Scourge was awake, never mind half asleep and still pumped full of adrenaline.

Finally, though, Scourge jerked awake with a strangled gasp, still for only a moment as he refamiliarised himself with his surroundings before he pushed himself up on shaky arms, still panting.

Sonic averted his eyes just as Scourge's landed on him.

He half expected Scourge to call him out for sitting and watching him during his nightmare; he sure as fuck wasn't shy about calling him out for anything else. But surprisingly, he didn't. He just kept staring at him in silence, wrestling his breathing back under control as his gaze drilled holes into Sonic's head. Sonic didn't turn to look at him, just stared straight ahead like he was very dedicated to his self assigned role and hadn't been contemplating dozing off for the past twenty minutes.

"You still up?" Scourge said at last.

"That's what someone who keeps watch does, yes."

"You don't stay awake when you keep watch. You, like, half sleep, half keep watch."

Damn. When did he notice that?

"I'm not tired yet."

"Bullshit, but whatever."

Neither of them spoke again for several minutes. Scourge sat up against the rock, drumming his fingers against his knee to a beat Sonic couldn't follow, and joined Sonic in staring straight ahead pretending to scan for threats they both knew damn well weren't coming.

Was Sonic supposed to ask him about it? Pry into the details of the nightmare? For what? Just to seem like a good friend? Fuck, this stuff had never made sense to him. Emotions were a battlefield he was... less than prepared for at the best of times, and for more delicate shit like this, he was far from the first choice for assistance, and he wanted to keep it like that. One wrong step just made things worse for everybody, but the right step changed from person to person, and how the fuck was Sonic supposed to magically know what the correct steps and words for each person were? Fighting robots or the moronic minions Robotnik had somehow managed to recruit was so much easier in comparison.

Again, there was a reason the other Freedom Fighters handled all the emotional shit. And why Amy frequently scolded him for being insensitive.

But the other Freedom Fighters weren't there. It was just Sonic. And as much as he hated dealing with situations like this, he also didn't want Scourge to be fucked off and upset.

But he also didn't want to make Scourge feel like he had to talk if he didn't want to.

"I don't want to talk about it," Scourge said suddenly before Sonic could come to a decision on if he should say something or not.

Well. That made it easier than just blindly guessing.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay."

Scourge squinted at him. "You're not gonna... try and make me talk about it? Encourage me to open up about my feelings?"

"Nope."

"Not gonna stick your hero nose where it don't belong?"

"I never stick my nose-"

"Yeah you do. That's, like, your whole thing. You wouldn't run around saving people if you always minded your own business."

... Damn it, he was kind of right, wasn't he?

"Look," Sonic said, still not looking over, "do you want to talk about it?"

"Fuck no."

"Then we won't."

Scourge huffed. Out of the corner of his eye, Sonic could see him fiddling with the zip on his jacket.

"... Why? Why aren't you pushing?"

Oh boy, honesty hours. Yay.

He could just brush it off. Say he didn't care, he had better things to do with his time, hearing about it wouldn't change anything because there was nothing he could do to help. He could just be the dick he knew Scourge probably expected him to be.

... Fuck, but he didn't want to.

"I hate it when people try to make me talk about shit I don't wanna talk about," Sonic said. It sounded more like an admittance from how quiet it was, like it was a dirty little secret he was sharing with Scourge and Scourge only. Which it wasn't, he made it perfectly clear that he hated being forced to talk about shit every time someone tried to make him, but... but it was different, somehow, saying it to Scourge under the quiet blanket of the night. "If you don't wanna talk about it, I'm the last guy who's gonna make you."

"... Huh. Everyone just always tells me to talk about shit 'cause apparently it'll make me feel better."

"Yeah." Sonic turned his gaze back up to the sky. "I hear that a lot, too."

They lapsed back into silence, or at least, as silent as it could be with Scourge fidgeting with his jacket. Sonic wanted to say it was a peaceful silence, but the conversation somehow didn't feel... done.

Sure enough, eventually Scourge piped back up, voice so much smaller and... less guarded, somehow, as he said, "You're really not gonna make me talk about it?"

Sonic paused. Tapped his leg as he thought over all the possible answers. He could just keep up the reassurance, or...

Amy kept telling him he was unapproachable and difficult to talk to sometimes, and kept nagging him to work on it. Normally he didn't care because he wouldn't know what to say anyway, but he was the only one around, and if Scourge needed it...

"If you want to talk, you can," Sonic said slowly, hoping he was doing this right. "I'm not... I can't tell you I'll say anything helpful, or anything at all, 'cause we both know I'm shit at this. But I can listen."

Scourge was silent.

"I'm not saying you should, or that you have to. I'm just saying, if you want to talk, talk. If you don't, don't. Up to you, I don't care either way." Fuck, that was rude. Oh well. Scourge was fluent in rude, so it was probably fine. "Just... do whatever helps."

There. That was the best he could do in terms of support. Happy, Amy?

Scourge stayed silent for a few more seconds. Then...

"It... it was about prison." The words were halting, hesitant. Like Scourge didn't know how this worked either. Like he was trying something new with Sonic. "Nothing... fuck, it wasn't even coherent. Just random shit I thought I'd forgotten about. Stupid inmates I can't even remember the names of anymore, acting like they're hot shit just 'cause they're bigger and stronger and have a whole gang..."

Scourge trailed off, voice shaky. When Sonic turned to look at him, he was running a hand through his quills like he was reassuring himself they were still there.

They used to be shorter when he first arrived, Sonic remembered. Shorter and choppy and just barely long or sharp enough for self defence.

"Guards did nothing, y'know? They didn't care. We was just a bunch of troublemakers who got what was coming to us to them. So they just let fucking anything happen. Didn't give a shit who got hurt or who started fights or who got their shit stolen. Fuck, they kept going on about rehabilitation like it was something they gave a fuck about, but they wouldn't've even cared if someone got killed in there-"

Scourge was shaking, fist buried in his quills and tugging on them as he stared at the ground, face scrunched up in rage.

Sonic hated it. He hated that look on Scourge's face. He hated that there was something much more fragile, much more vulnerable, hidden away under that rage. He hated that there was nothing he could do to make it go away.

Wordlessly, he shifted closer until his arm brushed against Scourge's.

"Just... it was shit." Scourge's head landed on his shoulder. Sonic didn't mention it. "It was shit and I fucking hated every minute of it. That's what it was about."

Sonic hummed. He didn't have anything to say in response, because what was there to be said? But Scourge was already relaxing against his shoulder, so he probably didn't need to.

Instead, he just linked his arm with Scourge's.

This time the silence between them was comfortable. Scourge was done, Sonic was done, they were both done, no more words required. Scourge was still leaning on Sonic, and apparently neither of them saw any reason for him to move, because Sonic didn't push him away and Scourge didn't bother pulling away.

It was nice. The night wasn't cold but Scourge was warm, and it was easy to relax with him leaning on him.

Unsurprisingly, it didn't take long for Scourge to fall asleep. Well. No point in moving him, was there? Sonic was already perfectly comfortable, and he didn't need to worry about waking up with a crick in his neck from an awkward sleeping position since he needed to stay awake anyway. He was on watch after all.

By the time the sun peeked over the horizon, Sonic was slumped over Scourge, cheek smushed against his head, fast asleep.

It just didn't feel like a risk anymore.

[whyiask]

You are swine you vulgar little maggot. Don't you know that you are pathetic? You worthless bag of filth. As we say in California, I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. A zit on the butt of society. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you.

You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you. You are a bloody nardless newbie twit protohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic cloacal parasitic pond scum and I wish you would go away.

You're a putrescence mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.

You are a bleating fool, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.

I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. Because off your face the rabbit population actually decreased. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell?

If you aren't an idiot, you made a world-class effort at simulating one.

You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs.

You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot.

You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meatslapper.

On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.

I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Your writing has to be a troll. Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh.

Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things more difficult. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.

P.S.: You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent, libelous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dystopic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, clueless, and generally Not Good

SJDKSJDKSKDD OMG THIS IS THE MOST HILARIOUS ASK I'VE EVER GOTTEN, TYSM FOR BLESSING MY INBOX WITH THIS, ANON SJDKSJDKSJDJDKDJDK

[markets]

HIIII OMG HII ANON WHO MISSED ME ARE WE LIKE ……. ABOUt to kiss om;g. crazyy i forgot i had a presence i.n this earth Also whether i was mentally okay is deabateablle alsoe //sickness and fungi so like i really wann a know if you can grow mold inside your mouth ive been thinking about it a lot . i know theres something called oral thrrush which is where fungus grows oj your tounge but likeeee fungus isnt quite mold but theyre both in the fungi family which leads me to beleive that Maeybeeeeeeeeee you COULD grow mold in your mouth if you like tried hard enough cause reallly isnr your mouth like THe perfect place for mold to grow??? its dark wet and creepy sooooo. also do uou think it would kill you because well i dont think itd kill me because well it just wouldnt i know it to be true in my heart (and esophagus)

-ice aage baby anon

anon from before here is your answer

[saline-coelacanth]

I sort of loved Fungus's magic, ngl. It's so stupidly flashy, and one of his spells petrifies the beings it's used on like an ice elemental. We really need to explore the magic use in Ninjago. Only Clouse and Fungus have really been seen using magic like that. It's just a thing?? People can learn??? What? Could you imagine Dareth using magic? Pix? Like, idk, it seems like potential right there.

Omg Pixal as a magic user sounds like such a cool concept! But I agree completely, magic is such a cool thing that they don't really use all that often. I kinda forgot about normal magic being a thing because for the longest time we only really knew about dark magic from Clouse

[lostcryptids]

love how the xenomorphs canonically only barely qualify as sapient. we stan a fungits

I forgot about the whole fungus thing in Covenant and i’ve seen it twice omg. i pretty much choose to ignore that movie god why did they have to give the xenomorphs a backstory. eh. i guess it’s not that bad it just........i like them just being mysterious in a way  

[scrapnick]

I really wanna know more abt Finley, like hobbies, opinions on coworkers, general life stuff because I adore her design with all my heart

Oh my god I opened this one and decided to reply later and I completely forgot, I’m so sorry anon!! Thank you for your kind words omg

Finley is one of my least developed OCs so this is a treat! 

Finleys hobbies consist of taking long walks, she knits looong scarves and is trying to learn how to make sweaters with multiple arms. 

Opinions on coworkers 

-She’s great friends with Celia, they frequently on coffee breaks with one another

-She doesn't much mind Sully, a bit jealous of him being so successful but they don’t have beef

-She think Mike is a bit  self important but also can’t help but laugh at his jokes bc after all, hes a fun guy

-She thinks Randall is a bit too caught up and stressed out about the whole record deal and she’d probably fancy him if he wasn’t such a jerk to everyone 

-She gets along well with Fungus and chitchat at the watercooler when Randall isn't bossing him around 

I hope you didn’t get too tired of waiting haha, feel free to ask more if you want more info :D

[tamagotchi]

Omg I am a WIZARD at catching flies when I’m high. You see I planted some live grass in my frog tank and it attracted aLOT of fungus flies that onnt stop laying eggs!!! They’re a type of gnat so they’re harmless but there ALL IVER! Not all over like every turn u make u see 7? But about 5 times over 3 hours one will land on ur computer screen. So I was just eating my leftover dominos cinnamon sticks (knots? Smh the old ones were so much better) that I forgot to put away. Very stale but I was starving high... so anyway one just lands in front of my and I sLAM it with my pointer finger and it was such a clean kill! Spot on no guts or body parts nothing. Damn