#reverse zombie au

[goat-fanatic]

my art for the destiel au big bang!

it corresponds to @malicmalic 's awesome fic so go read that rn :3

[miramelo]

Batman and Robin(?)

Thinking about Bruce dying, being buried and at peace(probably kicked the bucket protecting one of his kids or friends)

His soul is just resting inside his body, he does have regrets strong enough to become a ghost™ but his soul refuses to, he is just waiting for his kids to move on

And then someone looks at this soul and it's like "this one, this one is perfect for the young king"

[egginfroggin]

Brainworms are at it again.

His nephew is the first person to greet him before the funeral, followed quickly by Shermie, and then the two five-year-old children who anyone can see will be extremely hard-pressed to sit still for any length of time. “Greetings” for the twins means that Mabel – just as loud as she was when she was a baby, he notes – throws herself at his legs and does her level best to climb him like a tree while dragging Mason along for the ride. He has a moment to regret not reaching out earlier before tossing dirt over the thought in favor of trying to stop Mabel from worming her way under his jacket. Results are debatable. The struggle ends with her slung over his arm like a folded dishrag, giggling away, while Mason – or Dipper, as he apparently likes to go by now – holds onto two of his six fingers on his free hand. Ford has no idea where their parents went, and Shermie is trying and failing to stifle laughter, having been absolutely no help whatsoever.

“What kinds of creatures are there in these woods?” Dipper asks one day, standing on tiptoe beside Ford at the stove. Mabel stands on a stool a handful of paces over, whisking pancake batter with utter abandon. “Squirrels. Bears. Cougars. Opossums. Raccoons. Several species of mice.” Ford could go on, but he reaches over Dipper’s head to steady Mabel when she almost topples over reaching for the chocolate chips on the counter. Stars, these children are short. Were he and Stanley that short at their age? “That’s not what I meant,” Dipper sighs. “I mean like….” He trails off, biting his lip. “Anything spooky!” Mabel says, grinning wide and bright. There’s already a smear of chocolate in her teeth, the bag of sugary chips open and invaded within seconds of her grabbing it. “Orrrrrr, y’know… magical? In a big, mysterious forest like this? I'll bet Bigfoot would love it here.” Ah. That’s not good. “I’d consider rabies to be plenty ‘spooky,’ considering its similarities to a stereotypical zombie bite,” he says flatly, tossing a pat of butter into a skillet. “Or prions.” Mabel makes a face, and Dipper shakes his head again. “Also not what we mean,” the boy says, and, okay, time to nip this in the bud. “I’m sure there are plenty of things in these woods that have yet to be documented,” he says, holding a hand out for the bowl of batter. Dipper smacks the ladle into his broad palm, and, okay, close enough. “You are not the ones to document them. Matter of fact, consider them all a reason to stay out of the woods.” “But –” “No buts,” he cuts in, fixing them both with a stern stare. “You know the rules.” Mabel slides the bowl over, lips fixed in a slight pout, and he takes it. “And believe me,” he says, more gently now, “the squirrels are problematic enough.” That gets a small smile out of them, and he breathes a silent breath of relief.

(There’s a whisper in the back of his mind, the same one that likes to wake up when he doesn’t sleep, telling him that they don’t trust him, that they’re plotting something, that maybe he shouldn’t trust them, either) (He swiftly silences it and shoves it in a box to drown in sheer, unadulterated fondness for Dipper and Mabel) “If you’re sure,” he says, and Mabel gives him a hug around the middle. He smiles and pats her hair before picking up his mug of coffee. “If you ever need to talk about anything, you know I’m here, yes?” They exchange a look – guilty? Worried? It’s gone too fast for him to decipher, and then they’re nodding and saying that right now they’re just hungry and want some lunch and can they please have some ice cream for lunch pretty please? He huffs and tells them no, and they pout and huff right back. Ford is done with the first mug of coffee when a wave of sleepiness comes over him like a sneak attack from the twins. He doesn’t even manage to set the next one to brew before he winds up on the floor, and ah, he thinks on the way down, that was definitely guilt they were feeling.

“Did you kill him?” It’s the middle of summer, and everything is wrong.

[cconfusedkat]

SOZOMURA BABIES!!!! Presents them all like microscopic specimens

Mozna is the smallest baby and she can climb on walls (a soon later menace to society)

Then here's some extra doodles for them :-D

And no shamura did NOT have a great time birthing three kids but at least they all came out silly (though they were worried about asmaa taking a little over four weeks to hatch ,, seeing as Mozna hatched open faster than Majnoon)

I NEVER DREW A PREGNANT PERSON BEFORE. SO. i actually just wanted to draw that as a joke but then i got invested and managed to draw more 💀 HERHAHDSGHDAH

Okay sorry for the art load i will actually take a few hours to rest my hands HELP

[discordiansamba]

"Okay, show of hands. How many of us are half-human, half-Galra?"

A lot of hands go up, but surprisingly, not everyone's does. One version of himself, a Galra with red and purple markings wearing Blade armor just looks confused.

"Wait," he says, "-you guys are only half Galra?"

"See, I'm just completely human," one version of himself with gray eyes says, "-but I guess I was raised by Galra? So technically I'm still an alien."

"Wait," a puzzled version of himself wearing a more fantasy version of Blade armor tilts his head, "-what's an alien? I mean, I'm half Galra, but-"

"-actually yeah, same question," a version of himself with golden eyes wearing a cloak asks, "-what's an alien? also what's a Galra? I'm human also. By the way. Definitely human."

"That feels like a really obvious denial," another version of himself that's purple but is wearing more Altean style clothing says, "-also I'm half-Galra, half-Altean."

"I am also half-Galra, half-Altean," a version of himself that definitely looks a little too much like Lotor raises his hand.

"Half-human, Half-Altean," another version of himself wearing even fancier Altean clothing says.

"Full Altean," says another version of himself, "-it's a recent and complicated development. Don't ask."

"Y'all are aliens?" A version of himself that looks mostly human asks, arching a brow. "Huh. Guess that... might explain some stuff about me."

"You guys aren't Shifters?" A deeply confused version of himself asks. "Like? You can't change your shape? That's so weird."

"I can," one version of himself says, and demonstrates by turning themselves Galra in the blink of an eye, "-you mean y'all can't do this?"

"I wish I could do that," says an extremely tall, very Galra version of himself wearing Lotor's armor, "-but no."

"I'm... a lot of things," says a version of himself who does, in fact, look like a lot of things, "-but originally I was just half-human, half-Galra."

"...why do so many of you guys have aliens in your universe?" one version of himself asks, "-because I don't. I mean, I may be a genetically modified superhuman, but-"

"Actually being part-Galra would explain some stuff," a version of himself with visible Galra features says, "-I just thought the changes were because I'm infected with a zombie virus."

"Wait. What the fuck."

[entropic-saudade]

Title: And All The Devils Are Here

Author: entropic_saudade

Artist: Basketcase Betty

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Castiel, John Winchester/Mary Winchester, Gabriel/Kali

Rating: E

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Tags: AU, Murder Husbands, Cannibalism, Torture, Gore, Necromancy, Arson, Drug Use, Alcohol Use

Summary:

A road trip across America turns into Hell on Earth for the Ghostfacers when they pick up a hitchhiker named Dean on their way to Captain Castiel’s Museum of Monsters and Madmen. 

The fallout is as bloody as it is horny, as nothing—not the law, not prison, not the Devil himself—can keep Dean and Cas apart. 

Inspired by Rob Zombie’s Firefly trilogy.

Thank you to @basketcasebetty for the sick art that inspired this fic. I love how you take inspiration from such unlikely sources that no one else has ever done before, and make it completely your own. Cas as Spaulding suddenly makes perfect sense. I'd seen House of 1000 Corpses a few years ago, but this really pushed me to see the trilogy with a newfound appreciation. It was a pleasure working with you, as usual. :D <3

And thank you to @destielaureversebb for hosting the bang, I'm always excited for more reverse bangs, and this one was so courteously and tightly run by such wonderful people!

Link to Fic | Link to Art

[anthropwashere]

Just wanna pop in an say Throw It Out to Sea still lives in my mind rent free and tears me to shreds every time ♥️

Oh gosh, the spammers have gotten me so inured to ignoring my inbox I had the +1 on my dash for days and thought nothing of it, but there was THIS waiting for me????

Thank you, THANK YOU. SO much for taking the time to shoot me this message. You didn't have to, but you did!! And Throw It Out to Sea is probably (really is) the absolute best (finished) piece of fanwork I've managed in all my years, so please picture me clutching my extremely red face keening at an annoying volume, because that's exactly what I did when I read this ask. :) <3

[maomango-doodle]

Long gone...

Yippee! Here's my comic for @trigunreversebang! It's a Midvalley-centric AU idea I got to work on with the amazing @littlebirby >:D They wrote a captivating fic for it, check it out here!!

[aroshi-wish]

Twenty26, I feel your pain keenly.

[tathrin]

5. A fic I haven’t read yet but want to: Dead Faces in the Water, Dead Faces Everywhere!! The concept is so so cool and I can tell you’ve put so much work into it, eyeing it with Extreme Curiosity ❤️

Ooh thank you so much for reminding me: A how much fun I'm having with this story and its world building and B: how long it's been since I posted a chapter for it. Let me go update that right now!

[keferon]

(I love the dichotomy between the entire rest of the reverse mecha pilot au and swerve/blurr so I am here to contribute)

Blurr is clueless about organics, so imagine if he has a hard time distinguishing between passive and hostile mobs?

Like the first time he sees a zombie he's like "oh you can give hugs in this game?" and either gets got or is horrified when swerve kills his friend

He would NOT understand why Skeletons are “obviously” evil and cows aren’t???

Zombie is literally just another guy with different pose. It looks friendly! While squids definitely should be evil because they resemble Quintessons.

The only mob he would instantly read completely right would be the Dragon hahah

ACTUALLY NO WAIT. HORSES!

Blurr: oh I know this one! We have them too but they colored differently and have the thing.

Swerve: the thing?

Blurr: You know like. The horn.

Swerve: ………DO YOU HAVE MOTHERFUCKIN UNICORNS AT WHERE YOU LIVE????

[blackhorsedances]

My fren wrote this!

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “And All The Devils Are Here” 

Author: @entropic-saudade Artist: @basketcasebetty

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, rape/non-con Length: 25,000 words Tags:  Murder Husbands, Torture, Cannibalism, Necromancy, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Relationships: Dean/Castiel, Harry Spangler/Maggie Zeddmore, John Winchester/Mary Winchester, John Winchester/Kate Milligan, John Winchester/OFC, Zachariah Adler/Naomi, Gabriel/Kali, Brief Dub-Con Dean Winchester/Others

Summary:  

A road trip across America turns into Hell on Earth for the Ghostfacers when they pick up a hitchhiker named Dean on their way to Captain Castiel’s Museum of Monsters and Madmen. 

The fallout is as bloody as it is horny, as nothing—not the law, not prison, not the Devil himself—can keep Dean and Cas apart. 

Inspired by Rob Zombie’s Firefly trilogy.

Excerpt: 

“So what’s your brilliant plan?” Cas asked, looking over at John, with a possessive arm over Dean’s shoulder. In the cramped cabin of his truck, Dean had to sit sandwiched between them. 

“Ice cream truck up ahead,” Dean murmured under his breath, with a note of hope. 

“We should make a pit stop, take a moment to regroup there,” Cas suggested. 

“We need to keep going,” John said. “Gotta get to the desert before nightfall, pick up supplies. The longer we’re out here unprotected, the worse off we’ll be if we get caught.” 

“Come on, it will only take a few minutes,” Cas argued. 

“We need to save the cash we have on hand.” 

“I’m sorry, ‘we’? That’s my hard-earned money you’re talking about,” Cas pointed out. “What did you bring, aside from this overcompensating eyesore of a vehicle?” 

“Well, I was kind of too busy taking fire and defending my home to grab anything else—where were you two?” John shot back. 

Cas returned his glare, unwavering. A slow, lewd smile spread across his face. “Do you really want me to answer that? Because I can and will go into detail.” 

*** 

Dean slurped what was left of a popsicle—the cheapest thing on the dinky truck’s menu—off the stick with contentment. Cas ran a finger down Dean’s neck to catch a droplet of stray juice and licked it, grinning smugly at John. 

“Goddamn clown,” John muttered. “Makes me miss Hell.” 

Cas cackled. 

Dean leaned forward, turning up the music to drown them out before they started fighting again. 

“Well, sweet-a little sista’s high in Hell, cheatin’ on a halo!”

Posting date:  March 3, 2025

[ivymarquis]

Say You Won't Let Go

It's the Zombie Apocalypse

Pairing| John Price x F!Single Mom!Reader Rating| E Word Count| 2.2k Kinks/Content/Warnings| Zombie!AU, PiV, Oral (M!Receiving), pregnancy sex, the plot thickens

Sorry guys its been like 5 months oops

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If anything, your slumber is more of a power nap.

You’re disoriented of how much time has passed, but it is still dark when you wake up. Like a cat in heat you seek John out in the darkness-  not that he’s far away from you. 

Rolling over towards him takes a fair bit of effort, pawing at him in your half asleep state.

His snoring stops, broken by a sharp huff as he’s reaching for you in turn. He really is rather clingy. Your nose burying in the crook of his neck, soft needy whines of his name helping wake him up.

Propping one knee over his legs, your pawing hands drift to his waistband. Your eyes focus on your hands in the poor lighting so you don’t notice as he starts to fully wake up just yet. 

“Mmm,” that baritone rumbles through you. “Need me to take care of you again, Love?”

It’s honestly not so much him taking care of you that has you so wound up.

“Wanna make you feel good,” you purr at him, kissing across his neck before gently pushing at his shoulder. 

“That so?” He complies easily, falling onto his back.

You hum in satisfaction, making your way down his torso. 

Having already pulled his cock out with your earlier pawing, you set to work straight away.

The lighting is poor, but enough for you to see what you’re doing- what you’re working with exactly. 

Your hands and your body are already acquainted with the girth of him, but there’s still a jolt of surprise when you see John’s cock. Jesus, how did you get that thing to fit in you?

Your jaw is not going to be happy with you once you’ve completed your mission. Regardless, you remain undeterred from your original task as you lap up the length of his cock. Stroking the base of him with one hand as you lavish attention on the tip with your mouth, you can’t help but be pleased with yourself as he hisses and bucks his hips. 

The light illuminates just enough that you can see John’s face, eyes locking on yours as you look up at him while gagging on his cock.

You’re welcome, you think smugly to yourself as he groans and tells you “Good fuckin’ girl”.

Hopefully your stamina won’t give out before he gets off, because you are a woman on a mission but there is only so long your body will put up with your efforts. In the meantime though, it’s sweet how John reaches for and pets you as you put your mouth to work.

Unfortunately for your curiosity, you don’t end up finding out whether or not you can get John to cum before your jaw starts to protest too much. Your complaints are minimal, however, when he’s pawing at your hair to make you stop.

“Need you, lovely,” he instructs, and you happily crawl into his lap. Like a woman starving, your hands grasp at fabric and flesh, more than content to get to work.

You’re eager if not a bit clumsy- it’s not like you can see what you’re doing very well. However you remain dauntless in your task to mount John.

If he was laid out flat on his back, perhaps you’d be inclined to ride him the standard way. But given how his back is resting against the headboard, you decide the easiest course of action for your plan is to do reverse cowgirl- give yourself some room to ride him into the mattress. 

One of his hands lands heavy on your hip- soothing and warming you in equal measures. 

The other helps you get everything together- John hissing and you giving a soft whimper as you sink down on him. 

John’s hands are warm and roaming- groping and squeezing at you, sliding under the fabric of your dress for more access.

You try to be good- keep your whines quiet as you ride John to your own pleasure. The way his fingers tweak and tease one nipple has your voice pitching in pleasure. Clearly he’s still heeding your earlier warning of being gentle with you, because your breasts are so sensitive. It’s enough to drive you crazy, working yourself into a frenzy on his lap as you bounce.

“Good girl, lovely,” he praises, free hand helping guide you up and out of his lap before you sink back down again. “That’s it, take what you need.”

You’re trying very hard to ignore the burn creeping up your legs, instead focusing on the pleasure. Your breathing is more labored, borderline feeling hot as everything threatens to boil over. “John,” you plead softly, attention locking in on the orgasm you are so close to having.

Everything burns, and you’re not sure what’s pleasure and what’s leg cramps and what’s you needing to breathe and relax.

Your weight settles back into John’s lap and for the life of you, you just cannot muster the strength to get up again. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, tears of frustration welling in your eyes with just how close you are.

It takes John a moment to realize that your impromptu break is not planned on your end. The hand on your hip smooths up your back in a soothing gesture, “What’s the matter, Love?”

“I’m tired,” there’s no sexy way to answer that question. You’re keenly aware of the fact that he’s still hilted inside of you.

You can’t help but feel his answering coo of “Oh, you poor thing- Here, I’ll take care of you” has an edge of patronization to it, but you are clearly in no state to do anything about it. You can’t even summon the energy to brat up on him. Especially when he’s offering to handle this horrid, empty ache you have.

John guides you how he wants you, although changing positions has you feeling as graceful as a beached whale. Your belly has completely shifted your center of gravity and somehow is still constantly in your way even though you’d think you’d be used to its presence by now.

You’re on your hands and knees now, a pillow shoved under you for additional support as John mounts you from behind.

“John,” you keen and rock your weight back into him while he placates your needy whines with gentle shushing.

“I already told you, lovely- I’ll handle it.” His tone is softer, less smug as he steadies you with one hand and lines himself up with the other.

You’ve always had a penchant for riding your partners into the sunset, but being face down in a pillow with your ass perched in the air certainly has its perks too. John’s low groan reverberates at the same time that you’re whining again, trying to muffle your noises with the pillow.

Fuck he knows what he’s doing.

“R-right there,” you moan through the pleasure, feeling John shift his grip on you so he can keep hitting that spot.

You can practically feel the vibrations from his pleased hum, clinging to the pillow like a lifeline.

“That’s it,” his voice rumbling low in your ear has a shiver shoot down your spine. Your leg is shaking, your grip on the bedding the only thing keeping you in place. 

“Taking me so well, pet,” he praises as you muffle your whine below him. “Good girl- just like that.” 

Him talking to you- talking at you more like- does the trick. Your orgasm has you squealing into the pillow, biting down on the fabric to quiet yourself. 

John drags you across the finish line before changing the tempo in his thrusts- no longer focusing on your pleasure now that you’re a limp heap underneath him. His face buries in your hair, groaning low as his own orgasm hits.

Blissed out, you quickly fall asleep, and hours later as the sun begins to rise you’re very reluctant to leave the little cocoon of warmth enveloping you.

In the days since John has begun herding you into the same bed as him, he is typically awake and out of bed before you. You’re not sure what time it is (relatively speaking, anyway), or how long you’ve been asleep for, but you’re very cognizant of two things; John is behind you snoring up a storm with a territorial arm across your belly, and your child once again is sitting on your bladder.

The bathroom is the most pressing issue for you at the moment. As much as you’d like nothing more than to roll over and burrow further under John for warmth, mother nature is calling you.

Unfortunately for you, John perpetually seems to be keyed into your every movement despite him currently being unconscious.

Much like the first night, no sooner have you actually gotten any distance between the two of you before he’s huffing and grabbing at you with an efficiency that has you (once again) convinced he’s actually awake and just fucking with you. Unlike the first night, you’re not merely scrambling in a bid for propriety to clear your head. You need to pee God damn it, with the urgency only a late term pregnancy can produce. Thus you are not amused. At all.

You squirm, or try to- an honest bid to slip out of his hold that doesn’t escape him in his sleep. The man is clingy even though he’s asleep.

“John!” you hiss, trying to hit just the right decibel where you can wake him without being too loud. His snoring stops which is a promising sign, although it takes another jostle for him to actually wake up. 

“Let go, I need to go to the bathroom!” you instruct now that he’s actually aware of his surroundings. Once you’re free you…aren’t exactly bolting because speed is not your forte at the moment, but you move as quickly as you can given your current predicament. Meanwhile, John’s clearly in that half asleep-half awake limbo, mumbling something in his half-sleep as his bleary eyes track you across the room.

You’re fine, and make it across the hall without issue. Once finished and making the trek back to the oh-so-warm bed waiting for you (and deciding that you are going to crawl underneath John if it’s the last thing you do), something catches your attention out of the corner of your eye.

At the top of the stairs you’re able to see down to the front door, the opaque windows just beginning to be lit up by daybreak.

Which means you can clearly see the shadow of someone moving on the porch. You freeze, suddenly not giving a damn about the cold.

It’s a zombie. You tell yourself the most logical option. It’s the zombie apocalypse- there’s gonna be zombies outside. It cannot get inside. They’re not smart enough to open doors, and John has them locked and-

You can hear the sound of the doorknob turning. The hair on the back of your neck raises up, a chill running down your spine like someone dumped ice water on you.

Zombies aren’t smart enough to open doors.

That is not a zombie on the other side of the glass.

Your fight or flight kicks in, instinct demanding you hurry back to John’s side. The door is locked, but that doesn’t guarantee the interloper won’t still try to get inside. You don’t even know why this is spooking you so badly, but if there’s one thing the end of the world has taught you, it’s to not question your instincts.

“John!” The distress in your voice must cut through whatever sleep still clings to him, because he jumps immediately from a sleepy acknowledgement of your return to being wide awake.

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s someone outside- I heard them trying the door.”

He freezes for a nano second before throwing the covers back and getting out of the bed. “Did they see you?” he asks as he dresses with impressive efficiency.

“I-I don’t think so- I was at the top of the stairs. I just saw the shadow through the glass- I-,” you stammer.

“Stay here,” he instructs firmly- that’s an order you were anticipating from him, and one you fully intend to comply with.

He places the pistol you’d been carrying the first night in your hand. “I’ll go look. Either scare them off or see what they want. Anyone comes up the stairs who’s not me, you fire, understood?”

You nod, feeling a bit more settled now the initial adrenaline dump is fading. Right- they don’t necessarily have to be a threat. You certainly hadn’t been much of a threat to anyone when John caught you skittering around in the kitchen. That already feels like a lifetime ago.

But you also aren’t stupid- there are people who would not hesitate to steal your supplies and leave you for dead, either. Or just happily kill you both for the thrill of it. 

“Stay here,” he reiterates, pulling you in for a kiss goodbye before stepping away.

“Be careful,” you caution him, knowing full well he’s far more equipped to handle anything going bump in the night than you are.

“I’ll be back in a bit- shouldn’t take too long,” he assures you- and then you’re alone.

[artepti]

Had a dream of an AU where Wukong tried resurrecting Mac after he killed him. But because he had so few knowledge on the topic and was very desperate at the time, the Warrior came back wrong. Now, not being able to reverse it and killing him not being an option, Wukong's stuck with a Zombie Mac that only kinda resembles his old friend.

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[rozeliyawashereyall]

Headcanons, headcanons and more headcanons but with drawings this time.

✵One common headcanon I always think of is that literally every character ever had fucked up trying to cut their hair by themselves, it's a fun pattern /lh

✵Fucking bet you Tethys used to bully Zef

✵ Timmy and Marco would love musicals actually

✵Explained it before- but in human form; I really feel like the merfolk in human form are still stronger and faster then the average human, Zef would be too but he's still getting used to the surface lmao ✵The fish bois most likely don't understand what hair dye is

"I'm dying my hair blonde tomorrow-"

"..you're killing your hair??"

✵Sera would either tolerate or HATEEEEE slasher movies omfg. Zef doesn't like the little mermaid movie solely because of that one mom dying scene.

✵I feel like Soheil wears reading glasses..it's just a vibe

✵do you think there's video games on the ship in the rebel series, cuz I feel like Naveed would DESTROY others at Mario kart He has daily competitions with Soheil, Torvin occasionally joins and destroys both of them at it

✵Nathan also seems like he rocks at video games, specifically the horror ones. Put him in Slenderman and he's getting out of there with all 7 papers within 20 minutes if not less

✵if Zef finds something shiny he'll immediately bring it to Sera, on some occasions he *purposefully* looks for shiny objects for him

✵He also has an ongoing mission to try and sneak up on Sera, but Sera always knows. Zef refuses to give up.

✵Guys you're really gonna need to hear me out on this one. Ray reads romance novels in his free time for fun. OH ESPECIALLY THE SAME WITH SKY- He wants to know what love feels like and what better way to learn than to read.

✵Ray had those little Beyblades back in middle school. Hell he probably STILL has them actually, just for the memories. Also it's a really cool trinket

✵Mercury has a subtle limp I feel ? From getting hurt all the time—well, not ALL the time, but enough times.

✵Zef has a VERY specific and picky music taste but the problem is you can barely figure it out because it changes like, every few days or so.

✵I feel like Konrad and Sky tend to dissociate a lot ? Just daydreaming and all

✵I'm going to need everyone to hear me out on both Zef and Sera liking photography. Clemmy shows them how to take photos on their phone and it’s all over—like HOW did you take 378 pictures in the span of an hour.

Then hits the realisation that humans live for like, a third of what merfolk live up to so Zef and Sera start hanging little photos of them and Clemmy they took in the cave where they'd meet up as a forever memory.

✵Not an HC and more of a theory- but hear me out, what are the chances Sky DOES turn back into a human somehow?? Smt smt the long line of dark magic that turned the elves into vampires clashes with the holy immunity and reverses him back....But also a negative and a positive make a negative—so instead of reversing him back it could either turn that ginger into god or kill him.

✵Zef thinks jumping out of the water to startle people is the funniest thing ever.

✵Zef, Nathan, Konrad, Sky, AND Ray stim. I rest my case.

✵If Timmy hears a new word, he has to repeat it at least three times.

✵actual crossover shit—Uno night would go CRAZY with all of them. For Ray's safety and sanity he doesn't join- "no I'm not playing Uno with a vampire, a zombie, an enhanced spy and a fucking mermaid. Get me OUT of here." And you know what I don't blame him—If someone said I have to play go fish with a werewolf I'd leave right then and there....Imagine playing go fish with merfolk though- I'd do it just for the jokes i fear.

✵Do not let any of these men anywhere near horror games actually, something is getting broken and it's probably the monitor.

✵ Timmy is the resident "baby" of this AU, and Ray is the extremely unwilling babysitter.

✵it's okay though he acquires Bodie as a father figure /hj

That's all yipppeee

[harpsinfinity]

Smut = 🔥

Fluff = 🪻

Kisses 🔥 🪻

Leon can't get enough of his lips on you

An eventful reunion 🔥

After a long mission, you like to greet Leon in the best way possible

Happy new year 🔥

You celebrate new year with leon

All tangled up 🔥

what happens when the roles reverse and Leon finds himself under you?

The comfort you bring 🔥🪻

After a hard day, Leon gives you what you need

The welcome you deserve 🪻

After Leon comes home exhausted from yet another mission, you give him the pampering he deserves

His favourite dessert 🔥

Leon takes you on a date, he decides he wants to indulge in his favourite dessert

At your aid 🪻

You get sick. But don't worry, Leon's here to help

Too much and not enough 🔥

It's been a long day, let Leon take care of that in the best way possible

Three's a crowd (ft. Chris redfield) 🔥

instead of one, why not have two? Three's a crowd afterall

Bedside bonding 🪻

Leon wakes you up the sweetest way possible

Faking it - ft. Piers & Chris 🔥

you're known for faking your orgasms, the guys will change that

A lesson (not) learnt 🔥

→ you've disobeyed Leon, how will he deal with you?

Asks:

Helping out Leon s kennedy 🔥

Leon n his short girlfriend part 2 🔥🪻

Leon n his kisses 🔥

Leon being readers first time 🔥

Leon falling asleep during it 🔥

Leon and reader hiding from zombies 🔥

Lovin' on Leon 🪻

Reader getting a belly button piercing 🪻

Bringing rookie!Leon his lunch 🪻

Clueless reader n bsf!leon 🪻

Taking care of you whilst sick 🪻

Breaking bad habits (ft. Leon, Chris, piers & Carlos) 🪻

Your throat, his hand ft - piers, Carlos, Leon & Chris 🔥

Office au (req)

Boss n her fav employee 🔥