#pre-plague

[b0gdasha]

How can so many people complain about missing pre 2020 fandoms while furiously hating on those who used to run them

Mha "cringe" cosplayers, omegaverse ficwriters and fans, ao3/wattpad chronic users, artists who made those "derp humor" templates, fanon artists/enjoyers, comshippers, fujoshis with everlasting love to teacher x student stuff, hetalia/ch/cb fans etc etc, fandoms would be NOTHING without them

Our culture is not a trend for those who shame and harass everyone

[achromatophoric]

Pre-Wenclair. Wednesday approaches Enid between classes.

Wednesday: Enid, are you perhaps the bubonic plague?

Enid: Whuh?

Wednesday: Because you make me feel absolutely wretched inside.

Enid: Wh-What?

Wednesday: Was I not clear? The sight of you incites chills. Your very presence fogs my mind and lingers like chronic pain.

Enid: 😦

Wednesday: Fever. Malaise. Gastrointestinal disturbances. Symptoms often associated with the flu. Simply put, you make me sick.

Enid: I-I— I’m sorry?

Wednesday: You should be. It is all terribly inconvenient. And worst yet, your infliction hounds me even in sleep.

Enid: 😧

Wednesday: Because of your virulent existence, I awaken each morning to a nauseating mess. Like discharge from a ruptured bubo of the plague’s etymological origin.

Enid: O-Oh god. I— how could—

Enid: *sobbing*

Enid: I-I have to go. I’msosorry!!

Enid: *runs away in tears*

Wednesday: *confused*

Yoko: *steps out of hiding* WHAT the EVER loving FUCK was THAT?!

Wednesday: I was merely following your advice.

Yoko: By equating our sweet and lovable Enid with a fucking PLAGUE!?

Wednesday: Yes. Your explicit instructions were to tell her how she makes me feel.

Yoko: Well, yes! But not— I meant in a nice way.

Wednesday: I do not do ‘nice.’

Yoko: Sweet baby Tepes— Fine. Then how about the sexy innuendo? I did NOT hear a sexy innuendo.

Wednesday: *offended* Are you as deaf as you are dumb? I both opened and closed with innuendos of a sexual nature.

Yoko:

Yoko: How are the Black Death and a fucking popped boil innuendos?! AND HOW ARE THEY SEXY!?

Wednesday: I very specifically said ‘bubonic’ plague, not the Black Death. And while both are certainly filled with pus, a ‘bubo’ is a swollen lymph node, not some common boil.

Yoko: 🤢

Wednesday: *sighs* I should not be surprised. For your information, both bubonic and bubo are derived from the Greek βουβών, meaning ‘groin.’

Yoko: *processing*

Wednesday: *waits*

Yoko: Uh— hang on, lemme get this gay. You asked if she was a GROIN plague?

Wednesday: Correct.

Yoko: And that you were so down bad infected that you dream about her?

Wednesday: Of course.

Yoko: And in the mornings, you— OOOooohhHH! *smacks forehead*

Yoko: Mess. Bubo equals groin. So you have…?

Wednesday: *faint blush* Nocturnal emissions.

Yoko: 🤨

Yoko: 🤔

Yoko: 🧐

Yoko: Okay Addams, you get an A plus on intent, but we’re definitely gonna have to work on execution. Got anything else?

Wednesday: The propensity with which she invades my thoughts is not dissimilar from naegleria fowler, or perhaps the cystic stage of trichinosis spiralis…

[15-lizards]

Hey,

who in Westeros would wear Aesthetic dresses and those dresses you see in Pre Raphaelite paintings? (asking 'cause George has cited the Pre Raphaelites as one of his inspirations)

Pre-Raphaelite art is my religion and Edmund Leighton and John William Waterhouse are my gods

Obviously the Sansa-core of it all is very strong like the loose, long shapes, the floral motifs, the gentle haziness of it all... Sansa Pre Raphaelite stock are through the roof

Also young Cat and other riverlanders girls in general it's all very "lost in a dream" vibes if u get my drift. And hot take dare I say young Cersei at some of these...try and see my vision

[nishasjackass]

NEED more of your nisha wrecking jack omg

go nisha go!!!

mwuah mwuah jack on knees

(thank you for the ask hehe)

[lunumochi]

"Let's start a new heart the new charts are in We'll take them we'll break them we'll make them give in"

[legokingfisher]

I mentioned something like this like a million years ago but I’m thinking about disease and the post-merge world. We know that when a disease comes from somewhere new that it can devastate populations that are encountering it for the first time because none of their immune systems have had to deal with that before, and their bodies have no idea how to fight it.

That can be devastating enough on its own, one disease from one population to one other. Now imagine that but with dozens of diseases hailing from all sixteen realms, in dozens of directions, between dozens of peoples. This may not be a huge problem in most communities post-merge, since places like the Crossroads might not be too too common (on account of. A lot of factors).

But think about what would happen in settlements such as the Crossroads. VERY high density population, with people from EVERY realm and region.

The Crossroads’ first flu season must have been rough.

[kittykatninja321]

Can I say something terrible. Can I tell you my vision of one sided pre-flashpoint Jayroy. Imagine Roy Harper at his DILFiest. Who wouldn’t be all over that?It’s post-Mia situation so Roy doesn’t trust Jason and thinks he’s a freak unfortunately this does not stop Jason from simping hard. He’s like 5 seconds away from calling him daddy. They’re forced to work together for convenient plot reasons. “We’ll be fine as long you behave yourself Hood” “you gonna spank me if I don’t? “🧍‍♂️” . He didn’t even mean to say that out loud. Oh it’s awful

[coverfox-officia]

She should’ve been in re8

Ethan wouldn’t have died if she was there.

[my-insanity-is-an-artform]

Shitten Shenanigans AU – The Fall of Death

Lamb heaved deep shuddering breaths as they glared at the now diminished form of Nar- The One Who Waits. Their body throbbed with pain and their heart was pounding so hard they thought it might burst from their chest, but all of that paled in comparison to the sheer rage that thundered through their veins.

How DARE HE?!

HOW DARE HE AFTER ALL HE AND HIS SIBLINGS HAD PUT THEM THROUGH?!

WAS IT NOT ENOUGH THAT THEIR WHOLE SPECIES AND FAMILY HAD BEEN STOLEN FROM THEM THAT HE WOULD TAKE THEIR CHILD TOO?!

Lamb stalked towards The One Who Waits, their sword scraping against the floor, as he tried to sit up only for Lamb to stomp a harsh hoof in the middle of his chest, crushing him against the ground. He struggled against it weakly, glaring up at Lamb with bared teeth.

“You’ve supplanted me. A vessel no more, now a crowned deity, you damned lamb!” He hissed furiously. “Will you be a merciful coward or a vengeful false idol, you traitor?!”

Hefting the sword above their head, Lamb sneered down at their former divine patron. “For Asha, I would slay as many gods as I need too! Especially ones that betray me first.”

The anger suddenly drained from The One Who Waits’ face, leaving confused furrowed eyes, and he ceased struggling. “…What nonsense do you speak of?”

The sudden change of emotion stayed Lamb’s hand for a moment and for some reason, they answered. “You betrayed our deal first. You demanded the sacrifice of your most devoted follower, YOUR OWN CHILD! MY CHILD!”

Rage swiftly returned to The One Who Waits’ face and he snarled back, a sudden burst of energy as he shoved the hoof off his chest and reached for Lamb. “I’D NO SOONER SACRIFICE AYM AND BAAL THAN I WOULD ASHA, YOU FOOLISH LAMB! THEY ARE NOT MY FOLLOWERS, BUT MY STUDENTS! MY CHOSEN SONS AND CHILD! MINE!”

Lamb dropped the sword and dipped out of the way of the fallen deity’s grasp, flipping him over. “YOU CALL THEM YOUR MOST DEVOTED FOLLOWER! CONSTANTLY! ALL OF US DID!”

He managed to roll to his feet and dodged their own lunge. “I WAS SPEAKING OF YOU!”

The air seemed to still as the rage within Lamb’s snuffed itself out just as quickly as it had arisen when Narinder had first spoken of a sacrifice. “…What?”

Narinder snarled as he drew himself up, lacking the monstrous height he once had but still a good foot over Lamb. “You were my most devoted follower. It was your sacrifice I spoke of!” He paused for a moment as something akin to hurt intermingled with the rage. “You truly believed I would command such a thing upon my own? Even after I had given my word no harm should ever come to them under my protection.”

Lamb tilted their jaw up stubbornly, their anger growing anew yet at a much dimmer level. “You ordered the death of your own siblings. Why would it seem such a stretch?” They knew the answer as soon as they said it.

The hurt faded as rage covered it up again, the force of such causing Narinder to shake. “My siblings betrayed me and bound me! They committed genocide for fear of me! They deserved their fates as you well know!”

Lamb flexed their fingers. “…They were still your family once. Besides, why not simply say? Why call for your most devoted’s death when you knew that is what we called Asha?”

“I had thought you would have a modicum of intelligence to recognise it was not the child that I spoke of!”

“Well, maybe if you didn’t insist on dressing up your orders, we wouldn’t be in this situation!”

“Why would you think I commanded you to leave the child with the rat if I wished for their death!?”

“You command a lot of contradictory things! Sacrifice a follower, resurrect them! Oh here’s a ritual to brainwash your followers but if you tell them to not consume strange substances, they’ll work harder at the cost of falling sick when you brainwash them!” Lamb stalked towards Narinder and jabbed a finger into his chest. “’Take Asha to Ratau’s then bring them here to die!’ is not out of character for you!”

He grabbed their hand and moved it to the side, gripping it harshly. “I sent Asha to that useless rat so that they would not have to watch! To see you sacrificed in my name would have caused them harm for how much they love you! For however much they adored your visits, they cried at every death!”

Lamb snapped their teeth in his face. “And what would you have told them?! When I never appeared again? Would you have told them the honest truth, that you had me killed? Or would you have lied to them as well?!”

Narinder grabbed them by the shoulders and shook them roughly as if to somehow rattle sense into them. “THERE WOULD HAVE BEEN NO NEED FOR YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN BY MY SIDE!”

“THE HELLS DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!”

“RESURRECTION, YOU FOOLISH LAMB! LIFE GIVEN ANEW WITH THE PROMISE OF ETERNITY AS MY WITNESS! A VOW THAT YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN FREE TO RAISE ASHA OPENLY AND IN SAFETY UNDER MY WATCH!”

Silence reigned across the blazing field of the afterlife as the two stared at each other, their breaths intermingling as they panted. The Red Crown still discarded aside.

The pain started to creep in along the edges of Lamb’s vision. “…Swear to me it was me and not them.”

Narinder started to sway as the last vestiges of his own energy began to drain away, but even then pure honesty shone in his eyes. “It was always you, Lamb.” He seemed to be staying on his feet out of pure stubbornness and by the grip he still had on Lamb’s arms. “So what is to become of me now? Will you slay me like my siblings or are you a merciful coward?”

The crown finally returned to Lamb's head.

They reached out and grabbed him as he lost the fight against his injuries. Pulling him gently into their embrace, they slowly lowered to the ground and pressed a hand to his chest, summoning the indoctrination circle below him. They couldn’t help the way they tucked him closer to their body.

“If it makes me a coward to prevent my child’s sorrow at the loss of their father, then a coward I must be.”

Narinder sputtered a bitter chuckle as his eyes went hazy with pain and betrayal. “I will not forgive you.”

“Can you blame me for doing what I thought was to protect Asha?”

Silence again before something passed over Narinder's face and he closed his eyes.

"...No, vessel. I suppose I cannot."

With that, Narinder fell into the blackness of the teleportation, leaving Lamb alone in a field of damnation and the feeling of bitterness.

______

This.... was a lot less cracky than I thought it would be when I started. I was going do like a fade to black in the middle of the argument to the POV of one of the cultists who are watching what is essentially a marital spat between their leader and their god, but it didn't fit the vibe.

This Narinder never lies. He doesn't always tell the truth but he doesn't lie. Which is why Lamb took him at face value when he said he wanted to kill his most devoted and when he said everything here.

They're both too proud to have an actual conversation about this until they get locked in the confessional by the kids.

Narinder also feels a bit tame but, 1) he's currently in shock at the loss of godhood, 2) he just spent the past couple of years co-parenting with Lamb which bonded them closer than in canon and 3) its my au and I do what I want.

Asha is my shitten's name which fun fact means hope/wish/desire in Sanskrit (same origin as Narinder's name) and life/longevity in Arabic/ Swahili which I thought was cute.

[snobgoblin]

I've been drawing Danny today ☝️🤓 trying to think about his alternative outfits and also his life before the plague

[aldoodles]

Felt like drawing Gregor’s parents :o)

[thedarkbluevoid]

appreciation post for the Pathologic pre-release/tech demo architecture

I would totally live in this city. No plague at all!

the cathedral is honestly so fucking cool

The Gorkhon has never looked so good.

and bonus wireframe cathedral :)

[ryuki-blogs]

The cargo trains in TF One had to be automated because if it was Astrotrain, he'd know Sentinel's secret...

[nishasjackass]

Have a thing

bc AO3 is down

Softest and comfiest pillow✨

[virgil-upinthestars]

the fire alarm went off a lot when I was in high school, for a multitude of reasons (someone pulled it, someone decided to smoke weed in the bathroom, someone tried to microwave a burrito) that were never actually a fire. but, because of protocol, we'd have to stay outside in the cold pnw rain for anywhere from twenty minutes to an hour as the fire department trudged over to figure out what the fuck happened this time. this resulted in a school full of teenagers who reacted to a fire alarm like it was an announcement for a suprise assembly. instead of dropping everything and heading for the exits, we'd jump at the loud noise because ew loud noise, groan because fuck not again, and proceed to pack our shit because there was no way we'd be standing out in the cold for forty minutes without our coats and phones.

cue me now, three thousand miles across the country, studying in the library of a well-respected university when the fire alarm goes off. my roommate and I nearly both jump out of our seats, grabbing each other's hand out of sheer reflex, and after a blurred prayer, I realize what's going on. all around us, people are getting up and talking over the alarm as they worry about what's going on, making their way to the nearest exit. my roommate gets out of her chair, looking worried. me?

I look up. I take a long sniff, like I'm impersonating the wolverine. and then I finish my goddamn email.

some of my roommate's friends come over to us, hurriedly explaining that it's just a drill, we don't need to worry. my roommate visibly relaxes. I respond "oh, thank fuck" and close my computer, packing my stuff up. these girls from east asia look at me with shocked and slightly unnerved expressions as I put on my blazer. they've all left their stuff behind. my roommate's also leaving her coat and bag. I shrug, and sling my backpack over my shoulder. If I don't smell smoke, I'm finishing my goddamn email.

[iridescent-solstice]

New headcannon 🙋🏻‍♀️

Pre-plague Estrella was obsessed with mastering the violin, and post-plague Estrella is addicted to playing silly tunes on the kalimba

(It was originally a knick knack Asra got during one of his travels but it ended up in her hands more often than his . . . oopsies)