#the infection verse

[allylikethecat]

I was just thinking…. IRL George has a thigh tattoo for Charli…. Do we think Fictional!George would get one for Fictional!Matty (specifically their Infection Verse Versions…)

[chiroeclipse]

Spent like 10 minutes looking for this specific clip of this song so I could make this. Do y'all fuck with regretevator

[pink-link-lemonade]

Sleepy snuggle time :]

MVA!Sonic/BB: @weirdozjunkary

Smooches them both <3

[desb3ar]

ATSV Infection AU anybody?

i have yet to see anyone take their spin of this trend with atsv and it makes me wanna cry LOL spiders within themselves are creepy so its made for some weird horror

never in his life did he see lyla in genuine terror so ofc he'd think she's messing with him..

[lsunstreakerl]

If you made a time traveling rookies fic even though it wasn't canon i would sell you the 16% remaining of my soul

-_-

[tearsoftime0086]

One of my favorite lines in RE4R is when Leon tells Krauser, "You know, you were always an asshole" at the start of their maze encounter. Like it's so markedly different from that neutral, occasionally brothers-in-arms vibe they had in the OG DSC Operation Javier.

What baggage were you holding onto, Leon? What incident with Krauser caused you to hold onto that grudge until that very moment lmao

[oculusxcaro]

🌈 Your Muse As A Pony 🌈

Somewhere in a colourful land, Khare exists as a simple Earth Pony, working hard as a waitress at the local Ponyville Café. She's a recent addition from Trottingham and while seemingly friendly enough, she's oddly tight-lipped about why she moved...

Tagging: @byanyan, @question-marked, @smilingmxsk, @violetgleams and whoever else would like to do this???

[the-apocrypha]

I was tagged in the Last Line Game by @dsudis ,@tharkuun and @cuubism! Here's a lil snippet of what's coming next in the cottagecore universe:

And so Dream dips a finger into the jar and closes his eyes and carefully, quietly begins to hum his way up a chromatic scale. He can hear no notes with which to harmonize, but that does not mean it is not there. He remembers well the choruses of this realm that had ebbed and flowed like symphonies around him, before his exile. He remembers sneering at how paltry, how  dull they had seemed compared to those he had grown up with in the fae realm. 

If only Dream had known, then, how quiet his world would one day become. 

It is about two thirds of the way up the scale that he hits a note, and he feels the faintest tugging in his chest, and he stops. Repeats the note, and feels the tug once more, a magic almost too subtle to feel except with the utmost concentration. 

Then he moves to the diminished fifth above it, and he hums life life life life until he feels the tiniest pulse of life cling to his fingertip, like the fleeting grasp of an infant hand. 

Tagging @pellaaearien, @yamru and @kydrogendragon, if they want to play!

[thestayathomedragon]

WIP Wednesday

I was hoping to have this done today but life happened so have this little tidbit instead...

“L-Luis… Luis please. You have to let go.” Leon hissed, his own hands clasped over Luis’s, trying to pull them away but they’re like stone digging into his flesh.  

There is still no indication that Luis even hears him. That he even knows where he is. His bright eyes are unfocused, unseeing.

Leon gives up on trying to pry Luis’s hands from him and out of nowhere a thought strikes him. He stopped his struggle and then gently placed a trembling hand onto the space between Luis’s shoulder blades. Leon gets a flash of ichor darkened veins, winding thickly around Luis’s spine. The hole Krauser’s knife left had long since healed, sealing Luis’s plaga inside.

His own plaga stilled in his chest and Leon took a deep breath.

He felt so foolish, but Leon had to try. He closed his eyes and tried to reach out. On his own, through his own plaga, whichever way worked. He just needed the thing to hear him. Surprisingly, it seems to work. Leon could feel it when they connected and immediately, he took the opportunity to try to convey to it that Luis was safe. That Leon was with him and that he would do whatever it took to make sure that nothing happened to him.

Hey. Hey, can you hear me? You’re safe. I’m here. You’re safe and so is Luis. I’ve got you. I won’t let anything happen to you.

Protect.

Leon gasped in shock.

Protect him.

He had been trying to talk to it. Was it anymore insane that he was communicating back.

Yes. I will protect him. I’ll protect you both. Just please… Please… you have to try. Try and calm down. You’re hurting him.

Crazy enough, it seemed to work. Luis’s grip loosened and Leon could do nothing but sigh in relief. His own plaga finally calmed in his chest.

“Fuck.” Leon panted and winced. A sense of dizziness overcoming him before it all went black.

[dixoniisms]

@prxtectors ----- cont.

merle might have his flaws , and they might be many ( and daryl would know , having known his brother all his life ) but he isn't a bad man when it came down to it . and daryl knows merle better than even his brother likely realizes ----- they can be shockingly similar when it came down to it . he knows merle went after the governor to try and make things right . even if the group didn't fully understand , even if they saw the exterior merle put up --- the flaws ingrained from how they were raised , daryl knows where he'd gone and why .

he doesn't listen to any arguments rick or glenn or anyone else may have had for him , gathers his shit and takes off to track his brother down once he figures out what the fuck is going on . he takes his bike to where michonne had said merle had let her go , before following tire tracks just long enough to figure out just where merle had gone . he finds the abandoned car ---- the governor's men that his brother had taken down . and to his RELIEF , there's no sign of merle dead or dying ----- though for a few moments he worries the governor took him , until he manages to find a trail . there's blood , and he knows his brother probably got hurt in the altercation -- philip is a ruthless man in power .

he makes it into the woods , downing a few walkers on the way as he follows merle's trail . once far enough from the area the fight had gone down to feel safe in not being found by anyone living ---- daryl gives a whistle , one of the ones he and merle used hunting . if merle is close enough to hear it , he'll know it's him .

[allylikethecat]

Chapters: 5/6 Fandom: The 1975 (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: George Daniel/Matthew Healy Characters: George Daniel, Matthew Healy, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Christmas, Meeting the Parents, Angst and Hurt/Comfort Series: Part 4 of The Infection 'Verse Summary:

“Yeah,” said Matty, pulling his hand away from George’s to run it through his hair. If there was one thing he was good at, it was doubling down, even if usually that just made it worse.

“Christmas, what are your plans for Christmas?” Matty swallowed hard, feeling very small all of a sudden and like he was baring a piece of his soul, “because I would very much like to spend it together.”

“Oh,” said George and Matty wanted to die right then and there.

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AKA The Christmas Fic™️

[dcviated]

first meetings sentences :: open

@agloryofuniicorns sent: "Well, that is an interesting way to say hello!" // Malon @... Sakuya! I know some things about Rune Factory 3; Sera's about... a... some way through the game playing it for me.

Finishing the pose after what was, likely, a rather cringey one-liner pun on a greeting- Sakuya returns to an upright position with attention on the farmgirl. There is only a small sweat drop but she's staying positive!

"Yeah?! Still workshopping details, but~ If you ask me, what good's a first impression if ain't something memorable! And like, in the good way. Obviously." The merchant plants her hands akimbo on her foreign attire, a matching smile blazing with a fire its own.

"Sakuya Arakane is the name!~ nice to meetcha! My family moved into the town nearby to open our inn. So I'm going around to meet the custo--I mean, locals!"

[pink-link-lemonade]

Could not think of what IH! Sonic would specifically say to King Sonic— I just thought along the lines of compliments on his skills in the kitchen or hospitality. I honestly just wanted an excuse to draw them interacting bc brainrot 💔

Also I just wanted to draw King Sonic

[SATBK AU: @weirdozjunkary]

[ghetto-omega]

Y'all remember that girl who used her yeast infection to bake cinnamon rolls, and then fed it to her boyfriend? That was crazy, anyway what things do we think we could feasibly cook or bake slick into?

[abyssembraced]

so for that meme. ghost reaching the abyss for the first time.

Send me a quote/scene from my muse’s canon, and I'll explain what went through their head during it! (Accepting!)

The door before them crumbled into particles of light. With the mark of King seared into them, no secrets could remain sealed.

A platform ahead, ending in open air. They stepped onto it. Cold metal, unlike the fossils and stone that preceded it. They looked down.

Dark. Their pale shell the only illumination offered. Deep. Couldn't see the bottom.

A calling, below.

They descended.

Platform to platform. Into the depths. Pits of spikes. Broken shells of fallen bugs. Shadow Creepers crawling about (harmless. Source of SOUL if necessary). Corpses increasing in number.

...Familiar.

They've been here before. But when? They didn't know. Yet the calling in their core persisted. They continued on.

Misjudged distance. Missed the next platform. Desperate flutter of wings. Reaching out with claw. Missed. Falling. Familiar.

Impact with ground. Floor of shells. Rise. Careful not to stumble. Familiar.

A shadow emerged from the depths. Living darkness took shape into a creature.

Familiar. Familiar.

So, so familiar. They knew this being, this darkness. Why this was, they did not know (could not recall?), yet it was an undeniable fact, the truth of which they felt with utmost certainty. This being and them, they were... Alike.

There was a word to be used. They did not know it.

They had felt like this once before, had they not? That broken, Infected vessel of Lightseeds had evoked a similar sensation of Alikeness. Albeit lesser, far lesser, than what they felt toward the shadow before them now. Obscured by the Infection back then, perhaps, or for some other reason.

They stood still, watching, as the other, in turn, took proper notice of them. As it floated toward them, drawing ever closer.

PAIN.

An explosion upon their shell, their insides, their mind. Emotions transferred to them from the Alike. Feelings of... Bad. They did not know the words.

Enemy. Danger. Fight back.

The fighting stopped. The being's form split apart by their blade, curling into an orb of shadow once more. Returning to the earth.

Silence.

...

Their nail is returned to their back.

A calling, below. Deeper. Yet there was no distance left to fall. Perhaps, if they pressed onward, some tunnels would lead them further down.

They continued on.

[sereinreality]

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