#the cure for the infection was pure love

[tsukikokm]

The infection AU has been infecting my mind for the past few days now….so now this exists in my camera roll

[teamhawkeye]

one of the biggest things i will never forgive RE8 for is how dirty they did Mia

in 7, she is partly a damsel in distress, yes - but that’s semi-subverted in her playable segment where she has to rescue Ethan from Eveline and proves she’s competent and a badass. in 8...she gets sidelined before the game even starts and then plays an entirely passive role in the fate of her husband and child in the like 15 minutes she’s actually involved in the game

she also spends all of 7 telling Ethan she’s going to tell him the truth about everything: all the secrets she’s been hiding from him since they met and married, her role in Eveline’s life and how she came to be in Louisiana and doomed the Baker family...to then in 8, being shown to have told the BSAA to conceal all that information from Ethan and never sharing anything with him like she promised to

such a disservice to her character, it genuinely makes me mad still

[hexxedcore]

What would Yandere Viktor be like in this 2nd season? Of course if you want, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable making this yandere topic

not an uncomfortable question at all, anon! in fact i love viktor and i love yandere tropes even more ❤️

WARNINGS: YANDERE, unhealthy / toxic relationship, manipulative behaviour, delusion (mostly religiously fuelled if i’m being honest), codependency

I’m a firm believer that Viktor wouldn’t be a yandere who imposes him physically. This is a man who is speculative and used to hiding away in the shadows — he demonstrates everything with well planted seeds of deceit and doubt.

Now, Season Two Viktor? With what we know, it’s up to so much speculation regarding what his motives are and what’s going to happen next — but this specific trope is so rich in the potential it has depending on who you present yourself as to him. A devoted follower? An estranged lover who sought him out after he abruptly left? A Zaunite attempting to stop the hold he has on his vulnerable disciples?

I’ll be covering the disciple trope below but will gladly create more posts for the others.

DISCIPLE READER:

You come to him in a moment of desperation, having heard of the whispers scattered through dark alleyways of Zaun that there was a mage who possessed the capability to heal any wound he was presented with. A miracle worker in the flesh.

It was a opportunity impossible to pass up. Everyone had been scrambling for an opportunity to meet him, have him cure their lung ailments or their Shimmer addictions.

Despite being tentative going into the belly of Zaun, you were admittedly shocked by the abundance of life in what had once been deemed the slums. People who were rumoured to be disfigured and marred purple were walking around, regarding you with inviting smiles, soft skin, full eyes.

When Viktor first spotted you wandering his growing compound, lost, he was absolutely entranced. For a moment he was left wondering why everyone was so adamant on worshipping him, when the obvious miracle here was you. You’re just so pure, so perfect, that even the Hexcore is adamant in prolonging your visit.

You approached him with hopes of a cure to the infection that had been riddling your lungs due to the Gray being released to the Undercity. Viktor wasn't in a state to do anything but oblige.

For as much as you heard of his cures being instantaneous and life-changing, yours had been painfully slow. Viktor reassured that due to the unique nature of the Gray, the Arcane was reacting in unpredictable ways. Therefore; you should make yourself at home. Stay, for the time being.

It wasn't difficult to settle in with how amiable the other 'followers' were, as they enjoyed calling themselves. It also wasn't surprising, considering how reverently respectful Viktor had been treating you. As though you were a deity of his own, despite your lack of impressive actions.

It almost made you forget about the swelling cough that persisted in your chest, or the fact you’ve forgotten how long it’s been since you’ve even begun your stay.

Needless to say, you don’t plan to leave this routine anytime soon. He doesn’t plan on allowing you, either.

[adore-laur]

Can you make a blurb focusing on the second baby? I don't know something like her needing a moment with Harry or her getting sick

IN SICKNESS & IN HEALTH

——

"Open your mouth, honey."

You obeyed, and Harry gently slid an oral thermometer under your tongue. When you closed your lips around it, the metal tip provided a coolness that briefly offset the fever blazing through your immune system. Frankly, you didn't need an official temperature check to recognize you were fighting a viral infection, but Harry had insisted every aspect of you be monitored closely. He was currently whisking around the bedroom, ensuring you were being doted on like a princess. In your febrile state, where surreal thoughts flowed freely, you wondered if he'd been a doctor in one of his past lives. Those large, veined hands in skin-tight exam gloves. Manspreading on a swivel stool while listening intently to a patient's concerns. Diligent, respectful touches during routine checkups. Was it deranged to be jealous of the faceless people in your fever-induced fantasy? Maybe. All you knew was that it heated your body even more.

A bout of rigors had roused you in the middle of the night, which left you violently shivering in Harry's embrace. While semi-conscious, you had thought nothing of it. Hours later, after miraculously falling asleep in a cocoon of two thick blankets plus a heated one, you had awoken in a pool of sweat with a fever on the horizon. Now, in the early morning darkness, there was no choice but to try to break it. You had plenty of fluids nearby, comfy pillows for your heavy limbs, and a husband who was at your beck and call. And best of all, the sleep-aid medication you had taken earlier was working wonderfully.

After a silent minute of Harry staring at you sympathetically with his knuckles pressed against your unusually warm forehead, the thermometer beeped. He took it out, and when he read the result, a frown appeared on his lips.

"Am I dying?" you asked hoarsely, your eyelids drooping shut. Every part of you felt weak with exhaustion. The sinus pressure was a sucker punch whenever you moved your head.

"One hundred point seven degrees. Not good." Harry sighed and quickly left the bedroom on a mission to cure your symptoms. You laughed a little, which turned into a wheezy cough. The only real cure was rest and hydration, so you were curious what his magical remedy could consist of.

Distantly, you heard sounds in the kitchen. Cupboards shutting and utensils clinking. Was he making something? Your illness diminished any appetite for breakfast. Granted, it was five in the morning, not the typical time you ate.

The girls were still sleeping, and in the intimate shadows before dawn, when only you and Harry were awake, it felt like the old days. Back when you'd kiss him goodbye in his one-room apartment before he left for work earlier than any man had a right to do. Young, scraping by, and smitten with each other. He'd shown you what infatuation felt like. In those otherwise minor moments, you'd seen glimpses of the promising years ahead. A man who'd be devoted to healing your wounds during every tribulation life presented. A gentle presence, full of pure intentions, tender love, and perceptiveness. And all of it had translated beautifully into marriage and fatherhood.

You drifted off with sweet thoughts prancing around your mind. An hour later, Harry returned. The subtle scent of ginger and garlic lured you back into consciousness. By the foot of the bed, he held a bowl of soup, and you sniffled while sitting up. A dizzying rush of blood pulsed against your skull.

"I want you to eat this and drink an entire glass of water before sleeping," Harry ordered, rounding the bed to your side. He set the bowl on the nightstand, steam wispily wafting up toward the amber lamplight. You decided not to tell him you already indulged in a snooze.

"Copy that, Dr. Styles," you said. Soup for breakfast? Sure, why not?

He met your gaze, unhumored. "I'm serious. The ginger will hopefully soothe your throat. There's lemon juice in it for some vitamin C. Red lentils for a protein boost. Let me know if it isn't savory enough."

You smiled to yourself, knowing he thrived off refining his culinary creations until they were nothing short of excellence. "I'm sure it's perfect. Thank you."

"It might be too hot to eat yet," he said, fluffing the pillow beside you and pulling the comforter further up your legs. "Can I get you anything else? Where's your cold compress?"

"Why are you so worried?" you asked. "You've seen me sick dozens of times."

He placed his hands on his hips, maybe as a way to stop himself from fidgeting. "Doesn't mean I like it. In fact, I hate it."

"It could be worse." You shrugged, thinking of all the times you had held a puke bucket. If you had one thing to feel good about right now, it was that you didn't have food poisoning. Hallelujah.

Harry ran a hand through his hair, the curly ends sticking up among his natural bedhead. "I'm wondering if one of the girls passed it on to you."

"Probably," you murmured. "All kids are germ magnets." Your eldest was currently getting over a cold. No fever, thankfully, just the sniffles and a wet cough that made you wince every time you heard it.

"I should check on them," he said, seeming hesitant to leave you. He gestured to the nightstand. "By the time I get back, I want half that water gone and three spoonfuls of soup in your belly. Okay?"

"Wow, you're a no-nonsense doctor." You picked up the bowl of soup, its warmth spreading across your palms. It smelled deliciously herby. "Mmm, and a very talented chef. Have you ever thought about becoming one?"

Fondly, Harry shook his head with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You're strangely vivacious for a woman bedridden with a fever."

"Maybe I just like it when you dote on me," you said candidly. It was often outwardly shown through his actions, like today when he cooked soup from scratch for you and kept track of your symptoms, but his subtle attentiveness was your favorite. As a husband, it was how he would lead you through a crowded room, his hand tightly grasping yours to ensure you never strayed far. How he would carve out time for conversations together, whether they were ones of reminiscence, ones revolving around the future, or ones of harmless banter. How he would touch you with purpose, making you feel safe, adored, and most of all, like the most important person in the world. In public and at home with no one watching. He had chosen you in this life, and you reaped the benefits of his devotion every day.

"Just fulfilling my marriage vows," Harry replied, grabbing the baby monitor and turning to leave. You smiled, set the soup back in its place, and sunk into the mattress, feeling the strong urge to sleep the day away. It would take too much energy to lift a spoon or glass to your mouth, so you disregarded Harry's sensible advice and closed your eyes against the rising sun.

——

Harry took slow steps down the hallway while typing a note on his phone that reminded him what time he had checked your temperature and the unfortunate result of 100.7 degrees. You'd been right about him witnessing you under the weather on many occasions before—from the flu to hangovers to stomach bugs to pregnancy nausea—but it still pained him to see you weak and lethargic. He was doing everything he could to nurse you back to health as soon as possible.

A sound coming from the baby monitor wedged under his armpit stopped him dead in his tracks. He heard a couple of coos, followed by the buildup to a piercing cry that made his heart drop. They weren't the usual cries that his six-month-old baby girl woke him up with. And considering it was still before six a.m., the time she commonly needed a feeding, something was amiss.

Rushing to her nursery, Harry's mind went to the worst-case scenario. Had she escaped her crib? Was there a chance she had hurt herself? It had been nerve-wracking enough transitioning her from sleeping in a bedside bassinet to her own room. Harry feared not being right next to her during the night, but the positive was that it allowed for a smoother bedtime routine—both girls in their separate rooms, away from noise and other distractions. His mantra to help him sleep at night was, They're safe, they're safe, they're safe.

When Harry reached her crib after turning on the ceiling light, he was relieved to see her still there, looking mostly the same as the last instance he checked on her a few hours ago. This time, though, her face was screwed up as she wailed at full volume. She was communicating a need he wasn't sure of yet, and while he prided himself immensely on being able to translate her cries and swoop in with a remedy within seconds, this one was foreign. It alarmed him.

"What's the matter, my love?" He picked her up, and instantly, the answer became clear. The damp spot on her sheets. Her skin warm and clammy to the touch. Her refusal to breastfeed at her usual schedule yesterday. "Oh, no."

He had hoped the infection wouldn't be contagious and spread to everyone in the family. But, like you'd said, kids attracted germs from just about anywhere and anything.

"Please don't tell me you have a fever," Harry whispered, cupping her head and pacing around the room helplessly. "I can't handle all of my girls being sick."

She continued crying, and Harry pinched his eyes shut as he mentally went through a list of how to reliably bring her fever down. The first step was to take her pajamas off—the precious fleece onesie with snowflakes that he'd bought for the winter season. He set her on the changing table and undid the snap fasteners until she was left in only her diaper. The fever was apparent in the way she was flushed from head to toe.

"Let's ask Mommy what to do," Harry murmured to himself. He didn't want to proceed with any remedies without your consent, so he placed his daughter back in his arms and walked out to the hallway. "We'll make it better, I promise."

Unsurprisingly, you were already halfway to where he was, no doubt having heard her crying lasting longer than normal. You looked dog-tired, but the motherly instinct you possessed always overpowered it. "What's going on?" you rasped.

"I think she might have what you have. She sweat through the sheets and is burning up."

Your expression transformed into guilt as you slumped against the wall. "Great."

Harry came closer, bending to meet your eyes. "Hey," he said softly, "don't blame yourself. It's hard to avoid."

"I know, but... I really tried to be careful." You sighed, stroking his daughter's back. "I washed my hands before I touched her. Bathed her twice a day."

"You did everything right, baby," he assured. "She has a tiny immune system that's still developing, so it doesn't take much to catch a bug."

When you didn't respond, he said, "Let me take care of her. You should be in bed resting. Did you do what I asked?"

"No, I fell asleep," you muttered with a rueful wince.

Harry couldn't bear to be disappointed when you looked so miserable. "It's okay." His baby girl released another cry, and he pivoted to the serious matter at hand. "I was going to take her temperature."

You sniffled and rubbed at your forehead, which was probably aching with pressure. "If her temperature is higher than one hundred, we need to call the doctor. For now, open a window and feed her a bottle. If that doesn't cool her down, let me know and we'll try giving her some Tylenol."

Harry nodded. A part of him knew all of this information by heart, but he always sought your advice in these urgent moments. As the old saying went—mother knows best.

He kissed your cheek while gently squeezing your wrist in gratitude, not caring if he got sick—it was inevitable at this point. "Water and soup, please. Then rest."

"I promise."

Heading to the kitchen with a fussy, feverish baby wriggling in his arms, Harry opened the patio door to let the crisp January breeze in. The first streaks of light were brightening the space little by little. He got to work by taking a bottle of breast milk out of the refrigerator. He took her outside on the porch, positioning her in the crook of his arm to feed. To his relief, she latched onto the nipple and began drinking. She recently learned how to hold the bottle by herself, so Harry used the opportunity to get the ear thermometer from the bathroom.

Back outside, he took her temperature on the wicker patio chair. After a few seconds, it gave him a reading of 99.3, which thankfully meant no doctor visit today. Harry could breathe a little easier as he slowly rocked her in his arms, observing her behavior. The milk seemed to help hydrate her and alleviate her distressed cries. Her skin was still warm, and he felt like natural remedies only worked to a certain degree. He planned to give her a dose of medicine before her next nap. It would cure what he couldn't.

Once the bottle was half empty, Harry stepped back inside and closed the door behind him. He was working up a sweat with all this running around the house, but he enjoyed tending to everyone's needs.

He returned to the bedroom. The sunrise's soft glow shed over your frame curled up under the comforter, and he could see that you were awake. Looking at the nightstand, he smiled when he noticed a good portion of your soup and water gone.

"I think she'll be all right," he said quietly, setting the empty baby bottle on the dresser and sitting beside you on the mattress. His daughter whined, but for now, her shrieks were no more. "Just a low-grade fever. We'll keep an eye on it."

You nodded and whispered, "Thank you for everything."

Harry didn't say anything in response. He didn't have to, because this was what a family did—take care of each other in sickness and in health. And he had vowed to do it for a lifetime.

——

[la2yn0va]

Yo! I got an idea how with some of the character from the self aware au (honkai) with react with a reader that has 8 pure white angel wings and has a warmth and comforting aura. The aura is soo potent that just by being near or close to the reader can cure or calm anyone down (For example: it can cure or calm Jingliu or blade down from their marastruck state). Basically it removes anyone's bad intentions and cures evil thoughts. However this kinda has a down side as spending too much time with the reader can cause addiction, as the aura is too strong

As if they needed any other reason to be obsessed with you. But then again, what did they expect?

Of course you’d have such divine power. A true and pure healing power, not the fraudulent healing powers of Yaoshi.

When everyone sees your 8 wings of purity, they can feel the addicting effect of them, or perhaps YOU infecting them immediately.

Two smaller wings on the side of your head, like Robin and Sunday. Then three on each side of your back.

Luckily, or UN-luckiky, you’re able to retract your wings into your body, subduing the addicting effect greatly but not entirely.

But, the damage has already been done. The seed planted. Everyone loves you AND your wings, you shouldn’t be hiding your wings! They COMPLETE you!

But, it’s healing power makes the people of the xianzhou alliance deify you more than you already are AND more than anyone else in the cosmos. Your wings are the key to annihilating the abominations of Yaoshi and those filthy borisin.

They pray to you and your statues harder and more perfect then anyone else, They suck up to you whenever your around, on their knees begging and praising you nonstop.

Eventually, you accept their prayers, and let them… ‘cook’ medicine and weapons to kill or cure Mara struck individuals. But, you only allow lingsha and jiaoqiu to touch your wings.

Jiaoqiu is eternally grateful that you allowed him to partake in this… ‘cooking’ and that you accepted his prayers and begging. Lingsha is more so honored and prideful you chose HER to use your wings as a way to make the xianzhou a safer place.

First jiaoqiu tried to pluck a feather from you, but when he touched your wings, your knees buckle as you felt weak instantly, making jiaoqiu yank his hand away.

Lingsha quickly ran towards you as the two healers began asking a myriad of questions. But you stopped their questions, stating that the pain was gone.

This time, lingsha grasped your feathers and immediately noticed how sensitive you were to the mere touch of your wings. Honestly, their first thought was that you were cute like this, before they plucked two feathers from you.

The pain was unbearable but quick. It came and yet yet the shock from the pain even if it was just for 5 seconds, knocked him on the floor unconscious, due to the shock from the pain.

The two panicked, seeing that they had cause indescribable pain to you. They immediately put you on the table, getting rid of your shirt and beginning to perform CPR, But they stopped once they felt your breath and pulse.

They felt guilty, wondering if they should even use your feathers for what they wanted. But, after only two minutes, you woke up and…didn’t feel pain?

Seeing you not in pain seemed to solidify their choice, beginning to use your feathers to make medicine and weapons to cure others. While they did that, you stayed around people like feixiao and jingliu, giving them the freedom they desperately needed.

As lingsha and jiaoqiu took their SWEET SUCCULENT time, feixiao and jingliu slowly grew addicted to you and your wings, fighting each other to be in your comforting aura longer then the other.

It was until the two doctors finished their preparations, the two became normal, cured. Every Mara struck person was cured and you were always treated as a god in the xianzhou, more then you already were.

But, you always stayed around feixiao, jingliu, lingsha, Moze, and jiaoqiu. They treated you like a normal everyday person, and can joke around with you without fear of you ‘smiting’ them.

-The End-

[eiswolfzero]

I love some of the Infection AUs I see going around and thought, I want too, haha.

The mane six are infected by a strange phenomenon where they slowly turn into their G1 counterparts. Twilight, the one working relentlessly on a cure, is one of the more affected.

Already she can't move her right wing, the strange pony she's becoming apparently pure unicorn. She catches her self mumbling strange things too. What is she wishing for?

And then she keeps seeing her friends but also her friends. Who are these ponies?

[merakiui]

Where do you think Skully would land in the Twst Apocalypse Au? (more twst apoc au crumbs pleaseee)

He travels alone and isn't affiliated with any particular compound or group. All of the previous groups he's attempted to befriend and join didn't really understand him. They're trying to survive, but Skully is just so fascinated with the macabre state of the world. As a result, the very expressive, whimsical Skully and very serious groups don't exactly see eye to eye. ^^;;; so he's all alone, searching for anything and everything. Maybe a friend... someone he can chat with about all of his interests. Perhaps they might also know of Lord Jack Skellington!! Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Maybe he meets you, a solo traveler just like him! Or he stumbles into the Ramshackle compound and you allow him to stay, much to the hesitation and suspicions of the other survivors dwelling there. Or he's captured by one of the dorm compounds and they keep him there in hopes that he might have useful information for them. Maybe it's there where he meets you, wife of the compound leader, and is immediately enamored.

No one can seem to get a solid read on him. Despite his seemingly friendly exterior, it's difficult to know what he's truly thinking. The apocalypse doesn't seem to faze him, nor does being taken prisoner by an unfamiliar compound. He's just happy to be included, perhaps. ;;;; he is a very talkative prisoner, willingly sharing all that he knows without putting up a fight. But for all of that yapping, no one really knows anything substantial about him.

I like to imagine he's infected and knows it (or perhaps he doesn't mwahaha), but he's good at hiding it. Maybe it's very early stage. Something something Skully who thinks you can cure him because you're so pure of heart,,, something something "romantic love conquers all" mindset. >:)

[fanfic-obsessed]

Pit Magic

This one…This one is going to start a little strange, and with a bit more world building than I let myself indulge in for my Tumblr ideas, but the set up is a bit necessary. As always there is no Canon to see here.

The first important note here is magic and how magic works. Magic here is both sentient and not. Magic does not necessarily have thoughts, but does have opinions about who and how it is used.  With Spells powerful enough to leave remnants behind, those remnants do not work well going against their original purpose or used by people whose intentions are too different from their first caster. All magic, after enough time, can be corrupted (made to work against its original purpose- so remnants of a spell made to kill used to heal would also be a corruption) but even corrupted magic is, for lack of a better term, protective of anyone or anything that matches the vibe of its pure form. 

This brings us to the Lazarus Pits. There is no recorded history of the Pits, with its mystical water that cures the sick and kills the healthy.  No one ever recorded its true origin. The truth is the original Lazarus Water was a non magical spring in a cave system in what is present day Turkey, a location that was long lost even before Ra’s Al Ghul began using the Pits.  This cave was the home to a small tribe in the middle of the last ice age. An illness struck this tribe, nearly wiping out the entire tribe in a matter of hours. All except the daughter of the tribe's leader, who had a natural magic. Though grieving, her main intention was to help, to save those she loved no matter the cost to herself. Her magic reacted creating a powerful spell to revive her tribe and kill the illness that afflicted them. She gladly gave her life so that they would live. 

The spell was so powerful it left long lasting remnants that sunk into spring water, turning the water of the spring into a healing elixir, the predecessor to the Lazarus Pits.  The spell also changed the tribe irrevocably, making them heartier, slower to age and more resistant to illness and infection; these resistances and the healing that came with them passed through the blood of the tribe, which then passed to most of humanity as the generations flew by.  Though no one had ever had cause to make the connection, the more of that lost tribe's blood that flows through a person's veins the better the Lazarus Pits work for them, the less the madness affects them.

By the time Ra’s Al Ghul took control of the Lazarus Pits, the original spring was lost to time and the remnants of the original spell were hopelessly corrupted.  

This brings us back to what this is setting up for.  Due to the nature of the League of Assassins, who their clients are, who their victims are, no one in living memory who had been exposed to Lazarus Water had come face to face with someone whose vibe matches the love and need to help of the original caster. This vibe check can only be done in person, not through surveillance equipment, or photos or reports. 

Until Jason Todd attacks Tim Drake at the Titans Tower.

Stubborn, self sacrificing, loving Tim Drake. Feral, protective, willing to do anything for his loved ones. And he loved so deeply, so desperately.

The exact match of a girl so long ago who poured everything she was into a spell to heal the people she loved. Who died gladly, with no regrets, creating a healing spell so powerful that it changed humanity itself.   

Jason Todd had broken into Titan’s tower, mind drenched green with Pit Madness, intending on hurting the little Replacement Robin. That is until he entered the room the Robin in question. The madness did not clear, instead it switched from Anger to ‘Mine! Protect!’.

The Pit Madness in Jason’s head screams that this is not a safe place for Tim (someone intending to hurt him had just broken in).  Running on adrenaline, madness, and an overwhelming protectiveness, Red Hood scoops up the little Robin and exits the tower stage left to get somewhere safe (depending on which is funnier, he either manages to escape with a struggling Robin over his shoulder-no knocking out Robin, that would be hurting him- , or said Robin figured out that Red Hood was Jason Todd and went quietly for ‘It’s Jason’ reasons).  Somehow Jason runs with his captured Robin straight back to the only safe place he can think of, Nanda Parbat. 

Later, after he is not running so fully on strange instincts, Jason would not be able to say how he got from San Francisco to the League of Assassins in the middle east, but somehow he did.  

While not every Assassin in the League has had a dip in the Lazarus Pits, most have and every single one of them, from Ra’s Al Ghul to Talia to Damian to the lowest Assassin who had been dipped in the Pits takes one look at Tim Drake and go ‘he is our precious cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure’.  It should also be noted that they do not want Tim to become an Assassin, not even Ra’s; this really is a ‘we must protect the innocent boy from all the evils of the world’ kind of situation (Which is hilarious given the age difference between Damian-who has declared himself Tim’s personal bodyguard- and Tim).

So now Tim Drake has been abducted by the League of Assassins and they all want to give him…hugs? Like Tim knows he’s a bit touch starved, ok, but he didn’t realize it was so bad that an actual villain organization would get concerned.  And there is talk about how he needs to be protected. Yeah, they are not letting him contact anyone or leave, but they are also not torturing him or trying to kill him. It is a little strange that he is getting more maternal affection from Talia Al Ghil than from his own mother, who he is not even sure knows he is missing yet.  AND Jason Todd is there, which means Jason is alive, so Tim is trying to get Jason to come home. Tim is also trying to figure out if this made his life weirder or not.

Back in Gotham, Batman is losing his whole mind. He has video from Titan’s Tower of The Red Hood abducting Robin, now one has heard from either since. It has been weeks.  In addition no one has reported Tim Drake missing. It has been weeks and there is no one outside their nightlife that would notice if Tim disappeared? Bruce has been trying to get in contact with Drakes for all of those weeks (in between his frantic searching for Tim himself). The messenger he sent to find them, one of the Justice League undercover, was told essentially not to bother them about Tim, just talk to him directly and refused to listen when being told he might be missing. 

Listen when Bruce gets Tim back from wherever he has been abducted to, he is going to be concerned about the implications of his parents actions. Right now he and Dick are scouring all of their contacts to find their missing Bird. Crime is at an all time low in Gotham, in spite of the Bats not patrolling. 

There was precisely one(1) Arkham breakout since Robin went missing. Instead of the normal round up, where the various Rogues all had time to get to their preferred battlegrounds before being gently (and until that breakout none of them would have ever considered that the Bats were actually being gentle with them) recaptured, with fights that served as enrichment in all of their enclosures the four rogues that escaped that night were all put down fast, and with broken bones to would put them out of commission for months, by an impatient Batman or Nightwing.  Neither have time for the normal crime fighting until they bring Robin home, they are on a Mission.   And everyone knows not to bother the Bats on a mission.

[willowedspirits]

This is the general risk of infection for the chain during this AU.

How I am handling the infection is a bit more intense than in game. The basic meat and bones of it is that the more you know about Radiance, the easier it will be for her to find you. Now in this AU, all of the chain are in more danger of being infected than the average bug but some in the group are at more risk than others.

Also! This isn't counting Dark Link! Dark Link infects bugs differently, this chart is only regarding becoming infected via Radiance through their dreams.

Another small note (and this is purely my own headcanon) a bugs Soul can work as a "barrier" against the Radiance's influence.

Notes about specific bugs below:

Time: He is completely immune to Radiance's infection. Fierce Deity protects him from the Radiance (has in the past) and will purge the Radiance from his dreams if she tries again.

Twilight: Is susceptible to the infection due to his upbringing. He grew up being taught that a goddess would share her "gift" with the village, and he looked forward to one day receiving this "gift" until he started seeing what it actually does to bugs.

Warriors: Is the bug that knows the least about Radiance because it would be extremely dangerous if he did. If he becomes infected, so would the rest of the Hive. The only thing he really knows about Radiance is her name and how she spreads the infection.

Four: Is extremely resistant towards the infection due to being blessed by Unn. Using his Soul he can split himself into the Colors and when in the dream realm he is always split. Because of this, Radiance would need to infect each Color individually before being able to completely infect Four.

Wind: Not much other to say than "average." He's about the closest thing we will be getting to a "baseline" in terms of comparing him to the average everyday bug. The others try to keep information about Radiance away from him because they don't want to risk him getting infected, but he definitely knows more than Wars.

Wild: Since he's been infected before he is VERY susceptible to reinfection and is at the most risk in the group. They also don't know what would happen if he were to be infected again, it was a miracle he survived the first round, who knows what a second one would do.

Legend: Has become semi-resistant to the infection due to learning about Soul and the true capabilities of it.

Hyrule: His mastery of his own Soul has allowed him to have a strong resistance towards the Radiance. It's still possible, but he is one of the least likely to become infected.

Sky: Is very susceptible to becoming infected because of his ability to "cure" bugs. Using the Master/Dream nail he is able to enter the minds of bugs and remove Radiance from their dreams. He is regularly exposing himself to Radiance because of this ability.

If there are any questions, feel free to ask here or on the blog, I love talking about bugs :)

[that-tmr-girl]

Aris Smut Masterlist

Requests Open

💛 Light spice

🧡 Medium spice

❤️ Super spicy

💚 Short

💙 Medium

💜 Long

🤍 Fluff

🩶 Angst

🤎 Story line

🖤 Pure Smut

Tempting 🧡 💙 🤍 🖤

Aris gives into temptation and has sex with you by the pool.

Unconventional Love Confessions 🧡 💜 🤍 🤎

Despite the circumstances Aris can't help but pay attention to you.

Extra Sweet Breakfast 💛 💙 🤍 🖤

After making Aris a birthday breakfast a lot more happens in the kitchen than planned.

One Night💛 💙 🖤

Hatred for the only boy in your Maze ends with unexpected sex.

A-Z Smut Challenge 🧡

Competition ❤️ 💜 🖤

You both see how far you can go in public without getting caught.

Movie Night 🧡 💜 🤍 🖤

He takes your virginity on movie night.

Good Boy ❤️ 💜 🤍 🖤

You take control and praise him during sex.

Betrayal (Part 1, Part 2) ❤️ 💜 🤍 🤎

Because of the betrayal with Teresa, he makes love to you to prove you're the only one he needs.

Break Me ❤️ 💜 🖤

Aris dominates you during sex for the first time.

Quiet Head 💛 💚 🤍 🖤

Aris gives you head in your dorm of the WCKD facility.

Songs That He Would Rail You To 💚

You Flip Him Over 💛 💚 🖤

You Say The Safe Word 💚 🤍

The Rules (Part 1, Part 2) 🧡 💜 🤍 🤎

When breaking up doesn't take away your feelings you keep doing things "just friends" wouldn't.

His Past (Part 1,

{On hold}

Staring ❤️ 💜 🤍 🖤

When Aris keeps catching you staring he teases you until you can't take it.

Crank (Part 1, Part 2,

When you get infected you have to find the cure and get rid of your urges.

Vanilla 💛 💙 🤍 🖤

Despite the way people keep saying vanilla lovers are no good, you know just how wrong that is from personal experience.

Dirty Talk 💛 💙 🖤

When Aris's southern accent shows up you figure out exactly what to say to take him.

For You 🧡 💜 🤍 🖤

Aris rails you on your period.

My Pretty Thing ❤️ 💜 🤍 🖤

When you're finally alone with Aris you both take full advantage of it.

Imagine 💛 💚 🤍 🤎

Imagine 🧡 💚 🤍 🖤

Imagine 🧡 💚 🖤

Whatever You Say 🧡 💜 🖤

When you top Aris for the first time, he agrees to do whatever you say.

A Munch 💛 💜 🤍 🖤

Despite the reasons it could go wrong, Aris sees no downside to going down on you.

Morning sex for kinktober 💛 💚 🤍 🖤

Love bites for kinktober 💛 💚

Car sex for kinktober 💛 💚 🤍 🖤

Make Me Tired 💛 💙 🤍 🖤

When you can't sleep, Aris fucks you until you can't even keep your eyes open.

Intoxicated and Clingy 💛 💜 🤍 🤎

What starts as a way to get in the club ends with head in the bathroom.

Texts (Part 1, Part 2) 💛 💚

Soft Sex Moodboard

Moodboard

Moodboard (Book Version)

Normal 🧡 💙 🖤

You fucking him from behind could never not make Aris finish.

Texts 💛 💚

Texts 💛 💚

Begging For Kintober 🧡 💙 🖤

Texts 💛💚

Texts 💛 💚

Behave ❤️ 💜 🖤

When Aris uses another girl to get your attention, you remind him who he belongs to.

Caught 💛 💙 🤍 🤎

When you're both right there, you and Aris get interrupted.

Always So Good 🧡 💙 🖤

Aris always knows exactly how to get you in the mood.

Talk Him Through It 💛 💜 🤍 🖤

You guide Aris through losing his virginity.

Texts 💛 💚

Texts 💛 💚

Asking Him For a Handpic

Texts 💛 💚

[kasterisk-of-the-void]

My thoughts on Smile Precure!

So, I just finished Smile Precure, the 9th installation of Pretty Cure as a series. And honestly...? This season was a blast! I greatly enjoyed the main characters of this season, and even the MASCOT (very important). I felt like they all definitely grew as people the more the season progressed, which was refreshing. (Review below line!)

Let's start with Miyuki/Cure Happy, our lead cure. In traditional lead-cure fashion, this one has to be the upbeat, happy-go-lucky personality type, but she didn't feel generic at all. Miyuki has shown that she wasn't always so "happy-go-lucky" all the time, she had to GROW from her previous experiences ever since her childhood days. She's courageous, kind, empathetic, friendly, and most of all, VULNERABLE. After trying her hardest to show a smile in the darkest of moments, she admits with mountains of tears that it's HARD. She acknowledges she might be naive with her own hopes, but she never once backs down from what's important in that moment. To me, that's what makes a LEADER. Next is Akane/Cure Sunny, a person so passionate that it infects all she touches. Akane tries her best for everyone and everything, trying to keep the group strong in the face of challenges. Even though she comes off as blunt and TOO laid-back and jokey sometimes, that's who she is as a person. She has her own flaws, naturally, but she never shies away from it. Giving up is never an answer when it comes to those she loves. She's passionate, fun, and headstrong, which is vital to a group of friends and as a cure. Yayoi/Cure Peace is also fantastic in her own right. When we were first introduced to her, she comes off as this shy, meek, and fragile person who has strong insecurities about everything she does. However, we find that she's so much stronger than she thinks she is, and she learns to harness her courage. She may cry, she may fail, and she may get hurt, but it's her courage and the support of those around her that give her strength. Nao/Cure March is my second favorite out of all the Smile Precure. A girl who knows how to shoulder responsibility and show care and affection towards companions and family. Family values are built into her CORE, and I love her for it. We also get to see this reflected in her friendships as she won't hesitate to help her friends. Her sense of justice is what drives her, and she'll stop at nothing to right what's wrong. Her and Akane's competitiveness were always a favorite for me, too. And lastly, there's Reika/Cure Beauty. Naturally, I wasn't too into her character as she played the typical "honorable and elegantly spoken" character in a precure series, but I found myself loving her anyways. Reika above all else is gentle, courteous, and intelligent. She had shown time and time again just how motivated she is when it comes to her own goals, responsibilities, and even as a cure. She came up with plans for her comrades and didn't hesitate to hit heavy hits when the stakes were high. Her confidence and determination are what make her who she is. As for Candy, I enjoyed watching her be more developed throughout the season! She started this season as selfish, whiney, and unable to comprehend her situation, but we got to see her grow from that. She learned how to share, to be mindful of others, and to be a beacon of hope when her friends are in trouble. She wouldn't hesitate to be obliterated if it meant she could protect all of her friends. There is love in that heart of hers, and she wouldn't trade all the things she learned for anything. She was growing up. The plot itself was good, I enjoyed how creative they got with different fairytale-eque gags and themes! Wolfrun, Akaoni, and Majorina were definitely some of my favorite precure villains purely because of how they interacted with each other. JOKER, TOO, WAS ABSOLUTELY A SLAY. I wanted to punt him into the sun several times for his fruity behavior. Though, if I had to complain about anything, I wish we would've gotten to see more of Lord Pierrot. We didn't get to see much of anything ABOUT him throughout the entire season until the last 3 or so episodes. And, of course, I wish the Cures' outfits were more diversified, but I have to remember that this was the era of Precure BEFORE they went crazy with the designs.

ALL IN ALL, I give Smile Precure a 9 out of 10!! I loved this season dearly!!

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Bive - H : Partially infected, realized the infection only has one cure, and she can't get it.

DrRETRO - HI : Uncontrollable, nobody can stop her. Craves murdering MR.

FleshCousins - ? : They simply break and fall apart upon becoming concrete.

Melanie - N : She's dead, but she does come back to life in future events when the infection comes to an end.

Gnarpy - HI : Uncontrollable, amy sense of conscience is gone.

Infected - N : Very ill, despite the infection being gone, he has become eerily sick.

Jermbo - HI : Uncontrollable, Shadow is visible to everyone and is relentless in attacks.

Lampert - HI : Uncontrollable. After losing Jimmy, he hunts DrRETRO, seeking for revenge.

Mannequin Mark - P/IM : He is the cure. Uncontrollable, but he is determined to get Folly out of Wallter no matter what.

MRManueverer - HI : Uncontrollable. Anyone who dares come across him, if not another Hyper-Infected, will get trapped by MrManueverer's boxes. It's difficult to escape him.

MR - P/IM : Assisting Mark in defeating Folly.

Poob - HI : Uncontrollable. They are long gone, if one doesn't dance with them, they will attack.

Pest - I : Fully infected, but he is very weak, lacking any conscience he had previously. Slowly becoming a Hyper-Infected.

Pilby - N : Stays with Spud and Sarah for safety.

Prototype - NIM : Unable to be infected due to being a robot.

Reddy - NIM : Back up and working due to the help of his team, unable to be infected due to being a robot.

Scag - NIM : Unable to be infected due to being a robot.

Split - I : Fully conscience, assists Bive with anything she needs to. Slowly becoming a Hyper-Infected, a lot more protective than before.

Spud - P/IM : Has pure immunity, he is able to bite specifically only a greyfected part of someone and it prevents further infection from that infected part specifically, but he cannot remove the infection.

Unpleasant - N : Safe, Jeremy still protects it.

Wallter - C : She started everything. Completely under Folly's control.

Clovers - HI : Uncontrollable. Only listens to Folly, not Wallter.

Doug - HI : Uncontrollable. Reported by Pilby, anyone who comes near Doug will not make it out.

Enphoso - HI : Uncontrollable. Looking for MR with unknown purposes.

Jeremy - H : Slowly becoming a Hyper-Infected, his immunity cannot overpower it.

Scary Mike - M/? : Nobody was ever able to catch Mike in its maze, so it never got infected.

Cashier - I : Found to be infected but never left their store, reported by Pilby. Gained conscience back by Emerson, slowly becoming a Hyper-Infected, very protective over Emerson.

Toothy and Toothette - M/? : Toothy was found to be infected by Split, but Toothette was infected by DrRETRO. It is unsure of where they currently are.

Glevil, Boots, and other Mannequins - NIM(?) : They are all currently safe.

Bugbo - M/? : Was possibly infected by Split, but nobody can locate him.

Crem - HI : Uncontrollable. She will drown anyone she comes across in her body and/or grey stuff.

Emerson - N : He threw red ball drinks at any infected who tried to attack him, which kept them away. Frequently visits Cashier.

SwibbleDib - HI : Uncontrollable. Infection confirmed by Yum Zlurplie, it is too dangerous to go to the Glorp'n'Go because of him.

Yum Zlurplie - HI : Uncontrollable. Infected by Bive, of course, deadass just because Bive doesn't like Yum Zlurplie.

Uno - M : Infection confirmed by Dos. Nobody knows where he is.

Dos - N : Protected by Tres. Nobody is able to harm her.

Tres - HI : Uncontrollable. Third infected by Wallter. They are extremely overprotective of Dis and will attack and (attempt to) kill Uno is they ever see him.

Gregoriah - HI : Uncontrollable. Combined into the machine of the play place.

Mach - HI : Uncontrollable and unrecognizable, can immediately infect upon contact.

Jimmy - M/? : Gone(?), Lampert could not save him from DrRETRO.

Sarah - N : Her arm is Hyper-Infected, but can be controlled.

WilliamPlayz57 - NIM : He was secretly persuaded by Wallter to help them take over and infect others, he was the cause of MR being unable to escape Wallter's lair after they teleported there. Can be found lurking around Wallter's lair.

Folly - P/IM : She possessed Wallter, was the true cause of the infection the entire time.

Slimyim - H : Is too powerful for the Hyper-Infection to take over.

Racerman - HI : If anyone were to come across his floor, he would force them to participate in his race otherwise that person would be infected.

Sab - N : He managed to remain hidden away from any infected in the Dance Party floor.

Brock - H : He isn't infected much, but there's infection on him. He takes care of Sab, since Sab was a bit traumatized from witnessing people get infected.

Giggler - P/IM : It exists as a spirit, assisting Mark's power to defeat Folly.

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Mozelle - N : She remains hidden away with her critters on her floor, protecting them with care and making sure nobody finds them, she can often be found scoping around alone on other floors, sometimes being found with Jeremy and Unpleasant for safety before she can return to her floor.

Tarmite - HI : Uncontrollable, anyone who encounters, (Hyper-)Infected or not, will be murdered without a trace.

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[ohno-the-sun]

Guess what? >:D I didn't realised that you updated the luca fic since last time I visited, sooo... here we go :3

‘Wh– bah! Where are you going?’

I love how he unconsciously switched to "mind communication" ♡♡

Precious baby

‘You were trying to drown me!’

Oh you sweet, innocent baby you!🥺🥺🥺🥺

I also like how Moon was like "I will kill this bi-" and then after he actually arrived, he was all worry, and no anger "shit, this dumbass will kill himself. I will cure him. I should help."

Love the paralell, that Moon hates his human form and disgusted by it, meanwhile Sun do the same for his siren form.🥺🥺🥺 my poor babies. They need someone to tell them, both is ok.

‘I don’t think being a siren is an infection. It sucks sometimes–’

😭😭😭😭😭my babyyy. He is so pure. They are both so pure. Moon got some answers Sun slipped...he wants to relate to him. And he is so concerned about Sun's well being😭😭🥺🥺

There is so much they have to talk about.

But in the same time, I can imagine Bright pacing in the kitchen. Hearing this strange noises and warbling as they speak with eachother😭😭 I am so glad this communication is mind-bounded, because if Bright hears any of this out of context...

“Hey Sun are you guys done in here ‘cause I have to get dressed and–”

Oh no.... here we go...

–"only to notice the very obvious fact that I was stuck in the bathtub– as a siren– who couldn’t talk."

Oooooooooooooh :000

Now I feel dumb. I thought they could speak still human too, but chose not to.

“I’m naked"

The laugh I just let out😂😂😂😭😭😭😭 Oh nuuuu😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

‘I mean yeah– we need to suck it to breathe.

Ba dam css! 🥁😂😂

I love their banters♡

‘What’s family for?’

😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺♡ the way I melted🥺🥺🥺🥺

I imagine Bright watching Moon walk out without a word, like "wtf??? Where is my partner, what did you do to himmm!! >:(" and then wanting to give Sun a bit time to recover (which gives Sun time to soak in the water and get dry)

I am still interested tho how Moon got there :3 ... did he... really stole a car? He knows how to drive??

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(Next chapter)

"Sun had suggested taking the car to the bank, but considering it was just a block down the road, I figured walking was better"

Oh no😰😰😰

Oh ok. Sun is smart about it. Or as smart as he can be without saying no to Bright ^^

"Alright, Mr. Fredrickson..."

Frederick??👀👀

Freddy??

Freddy got a new job?

Or this is a reference for another freddy👀👀

Not the glamrock one?👀👀

"My heart sank at the thought. Maybe I had been too pushy asking about Moon? Or maybe I was being annoying, or maybe he didn’t love me anymore–"

No no no Bright😭😭😭 don't internalise it!!! It is not your fault darling🥺🥺 this is not a healty for you...

"But before he could, a horn blared as a giant truck rushed past us. A wave of dirty street water filled my vision."

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

IT IS HAPPENING.... khm... I mean its very sad :(

....AAAAAAAAAAAA >:D

-_-

Nevermind...

You got me good...

With the glasses...

You! >:( /pos

“Sun I am not in the mood for a performance right now. Could you please just use your words and help me dry my glasses?”

Oh dear... if he could, he would have done so🥺

"The rest of the evening was spent ordering out dinner and watching an old sitcom on the television. We laughed and joked into the night."

This is the dream :,) ♡ man... what I would give for such a peaceful night...

It’s fine.

I’m fine.

I’m Sun.

Her Sunshine.There’s no rain on sunny days.

AAA😭😭😭😭😭 DON'T MIND ME!!!

just bawling my eyes out😭😭😭😭

I, as a doctor, prescribe Sun a platonic cuddle session with Bright🥺

Waaaa entyter aaaawawaaawa!!

I always love your thoughts you noticed so many little detail ough waa im so happy!!

[theglasshaswaterinit]

inherent

the only way i can think to describe you as is pure

you have a light in you that shines so bright

you are warm and full of love

when i look into your eyes i see a twinkle

i see the light shining through

i want to look at them forever

i am not pure

i am dirty and ravaged and wrong

born with a body that doesnt match my mind and soul

a body that i began to maim

a body that has been taken advantage of multiple times

my light does not shine brightly

it's very dim and nothing like yours

your light would be comforting to touch

my flame would burn your skin

i want to hold your hand

i want to feel the creases and callouses

i want to feel the valleys and rivers your landscape palms harbor

i want to know your hand as well as my own

but my hands would feel wrong in yours

you would feel the blight seep into your own skin

you would feel your clear rivers become polluted

i want to hold your face

feel the smooth skin and scratchy stubble

i want to feel your warmth

and gaze into your eyes

but my palm would eat a hole through your cheek

the disease i carry would rot your flesh

you would be too scared to move

and your eyes would begin to dull

no matter how good i am i will always be poison

if you had any love for me it wouldnt be enough to cure me of this disease

i would just infect you

and your light would dim

and you would resent ever learning my name

01/09/2025

[kel-of-ulthar]

Death is dressed in colors blessed, a mystery I confess I cannot see

tw: grief, chronic illness, hallucinogens,

It's been a long time since I've been here. I admit that returning to tumblr at 32 (I left it at maybe 22) is a strange and somewhat alienating experience. I spent so very much time here, once, and poured energy into the content I created and the people who read it. Some people I thought were true friends--I don't speak to one of them anymore, not one.

So things have changed for me, since then. I left as I was beginning to experiment with hallucinogens. They cured my PTSD from a car crash that totaled my old Ford Focus station wagon and left me with dreams of people crushed by the nose of the Subaru that hit me. LSD removed the darkness from my heart, for a time. A primordial god raised himself out of the waters of the void, stripped me of my fears and consumed them. I know that can happen, but I don't know that the god would do me a favor a second time, and my fears have returned.

Since I've been here last, really been here with intention and purpose, I lost my father. He died in the spring, of a lung disease that was neither preventable nor curable. It inexorably turned his lungs into stone. Twenty-seven years after he had quit smoking, even put away his marijuana pipes, he died of a disease that can't even be conclusively linked to tobacco. Maybe it was, or maybe recurrent pneumonia scarred his lungs, or maybe a perfidious mycelium infected his alveoli, or maybe he was just pure unlucky. He died in April, when his lungs were no longer capable of oxygenating his smooth muscle, and his heart stopped.

He said to my Mom, who sat with her arms around him, "Oh God, I'm going now."

I think about that all the time.

Grief is a room you come to inhabit, when the right kind of loss strikes you. In my case, I had been only adjacent to loss for most of my life. My uncle and my great-aunt I knew poorly. My grandparents were so elderly that death came with a somber sort of sweetness, bitter only because they lived just slightly too long, and were made to hold out beyond what would have been kind. A friend of a friend at eighteen, another at twenty-three. The first, a teenager I didn't know well enough to weep for, the second a thirty-eight year old who was too young by far, but who was not close enough to have the weight of real love.

When you have real love and you lose it, it is a physical problem. I had heart palpitations. I cried with the change of the wind. I felt crushed under the weight of the loss and the weight of the knowledge of what happens after death. Before I left this place, I was thick as thieves with a lot of people who called themselves worshippers of death. I thought I understood it. I didn't.

It's been six months since I lost my dad. In those six months I have scraped the bottom of the barrel of despair, things I haven't felt or grappled with in a decade, things I thought I had conquered, or at least laid aside. But I face it daily now, the weight of the sorrow. And I'm coming to realize that the sorrow will sit now like a paperweight before me. It is something I can lift and rearrange, but ultimately it remains. Maybe I'm not brave enough to cast it aside? Like a cherished gift of someone I cannot speak to anymore, but one which is not physically useful to me. I can't throw it away, it would be like throwing away that person and the memories we shared. In some ways, I think that it is occasionally easier to exist in sorrow than it is to face the absence of it.

Once upon a time, a Mormon pastor told me and the rest of the mourners at a funeral that grief was a gift from God. At the time, I was disgusted. I looked at my friend of a friend, a jack Mormon who would have hated to see himself, dressed like a pioneer, with a white bonnet on his brow until the contents of his coffin turned to dust. I thought--I don't know him at all, but I know that he would hate to be dressed like this. I thought, how can you stand there and tell me that this pain and kindness and goodness exist in the same realm? How can they even exist at the same time?

But that pastor, deacon, whatever they call them in that cult, he was right. He doesn't have to see the full face or intention of God or Gods to be right about grief. Grief is a gift. Grief only exists in the proximity of love. If I did not love my father, it would not hurt like this. It might hurt differently, but it would not pierce me so deeply, like an ice pick driving a hole into the fabric of my soul. Grief is a gift, because grief is really just the memory of love. It is a nostalgia deeper than that for beloved childhood memories, the lost places of your youth or the fleeting touch of old dreams. It is, at its heart, the void left behind when true love departs. And it's impossible to know how that feels until it has happened to you. Two people who have suffered such a loss can see each other from across a room. Someone who has only lost tangentially, lost people who did not impact them or who they did not truly love, they can only know what this is like in conceptual way. So we, all of us, everyone who has suffered a loss that shook them, we live in this room called grief. We can come and go, we are not eternally tethered ever to it, but we can never leave it entirely. Not forever.

We looked at his pictures today, photos he had taken in the years leading to his death, all the many MANY memes he had saved. It was strange how sitting there, remembering, made it seem like he was not so far gone. Then, when I gathered my things and I got in the car to drive twenty miles back home, I could feel again that he was gone. Like air had swept back into a vacuum, there was a suddenness to the feeling that hurt my heart, made it hard to breathe.

Halfway home, the odometer rolled over to his lucky number.

[ultra-raging-ghost]

op the best thing your parents can do is get the divorce bless, im sorry about the fighting :( i get you it's the WORST but at least you got to play a cool game🔥🔥 now cmon spill some batjokes go go go

this is the FUNNIEST ask to get without context and i feel like im finally living up to the expectations of an ao3 author, also ty anon i was just super fucking stressed, i got an hour of sleep sunday night/monday morning and then when i was at my friends place i crashed really hard and slept for 14 hours straight and it really helped but anyway okay BATJOKES

okay so i played both seasons i dont have a pc myself but my friend does and they have both seasons and brooooo..... i played the vigilante joker route and i loved it

i sacrificed the FUCK out of catwoman im ngl.... my friend was so surprised but dude i was SO DOWN BAD FOR JOHN!!!!!! IDGAF !!! i was so down bad for john the whole time dude and at the end it was like "oh you were manipulating him into thinking you liked him to get info" NO!!!! I WANTED TO FUCK HIM!!!!!!!

when harley debuted i chose the option of asking john if he was in love with me AND HIS ASS SAID NO BUT ISTG HE WAS IN DENIAL!!! PURELY BECAUSE HE BELIEVED HARLEY TO BE HIS SOULMATE, SHE HIT HIM SHE DOESNT DESERVE HIM LIKE I DO !!!!!

like at some point with catwoman i chose something like against her for john and i was in the MINORITY like it was a 95%/5% Ratio and i was in the 5% and i do NOT regret that shit ‼

otherwise aside from my mental illness about batjokes i had a lot of unpopular opinions according to the peanut gallery (my irl who was watching me play it) like im ngl i gave up batman to keep alfred like HES OUR DAD???? THATS OUR DAD RIGHT THERE AND HIS POINTS WERE VALID, IMMA LISTEN TO HIM HES SMART IDK.....

Otherwise dude... i felt SO bad for harvey (2face)!!!!!! aside from his main storyline (i was very merciful and understanding with him, actually i saved him over catwoman in that one scene so his face didnt get fucked up just his arm in the fire) i read his file on the gotham news reports and dude..... like everything surrounding him is just SO SAD

Also i cannot say this enough tbh i side with mr. freeze every time.... i may be a sucker for romance but that man was trying his hardest to save his wife and from what ive seen he does that in every iteration of batman, like he becomes a villain and gets into illegal shit because his wifes sick and idk man..... like even if he is a villain i really empathize with him??? in the playthrough i offered to keep his wife safe and alive and i took mercy on him when he got infected with the virus and i froze him, like i have confidence in him idk.... i know he probably died bc it turned out the reason the riddler survived was because of the cure that also made him go insane but like my fingers are CROSSED!!!!!

also will say the only thing id change was i was kinda iffy about taking that selfie with john at the funeral, like i didnt do it but idk..... afterwards i thought abt taking that back like dude i NEVER WRONGED that man!!!!!! he was my POOKIE!!!!!! and i lowkey feel like him going crazy in the vigilante route was pushed for by the writers bc it felt a lil.... idk..... like forced but i get it its part of the story line......./silly

my friend played the villain!joker route and from what ive heard its EVEN GAYER and they let me watch them play the last 15 minutes of the villain route so i could see how differently they handled selina and that doll scene was kinda.... idkkkk 👀 like heyyyyy/f

i also heard theres a line from harley in the villain joker route about how he could never get over me and how john always liked me better than her which was SO satisfying because i made batman so jealous over her and john hanging out like im ngl i was so up harleys ass in s2

OH OH other thing id change, i wouldnt sip from harleys slushie, i didnt understand why she was offering it to me but now that i know i wouldnt take it ngl, making john jealous was not worth that slushie !!!!!

uhhh thats all, ty anon :D