#this got into my brain and wouldn't let go

[k0mmari]

Hello so i saw this post about an au idea where without a cure being more deadly and i humbly request if you could draw jinlin arc binghe and others(gongi-xiao, lpm, opm) reaction to peak lord shen (who looks like Kagaya Ubuyashiki from demon slayer because of without a cure)

This has entered my brain in ways I cannot describe, so I had to cook something up. First and foremost, the reactions:

Basically, Without a Cure here is quite deadly, but only if a person has Heart Demons. Shen Qingqiu doesn't remember exactly the explantion Airplane had bullshited - something something the poison eats away at your body and then your soul, and Heart Demons only aggravate it - but it didn't really concern him. In fact, he was quite satisfied with life when he was poisoned anyways, and he could deal with sitting with Liu-shidi every so often for qi transfers.

That is, until the Immortal Alliance Conference happened, and he had to...

Anyways, suddenly Without a Cure got a bit more... violent. A week after the whole Conference thing, Shen Qingqiu's hand started to show some weird bruises where he'd been poisoned, and no matter how much qi transfer Liu Qingge, or Mu Qingfang (or even Yue Qingyuan) tried, it wouldn't go away, and no medicine or herb would help him either.

A few months later and the bruising had swalowed up his whole forearm, now dry and brittle, and whatever muscle he had there seemed to begin to atrophy. So. That's not good.

Well, whatever! Shen Qingqiu wasn't about to let Mu Qingfang waste any more herbs on him, and it's not like he has any Heart Demons to figure out; and anyways, Binghe was going to come back from the Abyss and kill him anyways, so who cares! He'd just started to wear a golden metal gauntlet over his messed up hand and called it a day, and when Yue Qingyuan mentioned Jin Lang City, he was more than happy to get out of the Peak for a little bit.

Things went mostly the same as you know, up until when Shen Qingqiu got infected: this time he just... didn't. Whoever tried to infect him touched the gauntlet instead of his skin, and when Binghe cornered him, he obviously noticed the new addition of the gauntlet.

Once again, the story continues normally until the accusations started to get thrown Shen Qingqiu's way, though this time, a Huan Hua disciple accuses him of siding with a demon because he was unnafected when one of demons touched him, they saw it all! And when Shen Qingqiu explains it was because of the gauntlet, people get even more suspecious. Why does he need to use it in the first place? Is he trying to hide some demonic marks or something?

Mu Qingfang tries to step in and say it's for medical reasons, because of Without a Cure, but when the Old Palace Master says he'd seen Shen Qingqiu after he was poisoned in the Immortal Alliance Conference, his hand had been normal then.

It becomes chaos, weirder and weirder accusations start to sprout (and Qiu Haitang hasn't even said anything yet), and Shen Qingqiu takes it upon himself to at least try to free himself from one accusation he isn't guilty of. So, he takes everything off, the gauntlet, his outer layers, and shows everyone the state of Without a Cure.

Silence falls for one long minute. All eyes are on Shen Qingqiu's rotten body, and he kinda wants to cry.

And then Qiu Haitang steps forward, and it all goes back to normal. Maybe. When the Old Palace Master says that Shen Qingqiu should be locked in the Water Prison, Mu Qingfang steps forward: they all saw him, he is in no condition to stay in a harsh environment! It takes a bit more back and forth, but eventually, finally, Luo Binghe steps forward and agrees with Mu Qingfang's accessment.

Shizun should not be locked in the Water Prison while his health is in such a fragile state. Instead, Shizun shall stay with him.

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

What if Stan became Santa? He just wakes up one day(Christmas Eve) and knows. His sleigh is waiting for him, he goes to the north pole, gets the magic sack of gifts, and off he goes

Ford finds out that there's a new Santa and wants to find and ask them questions, also is worried they might have trouble adjusting to the role cause he's heard it usually starts off a bit rough

My first thought here right away is that being chosen to be Santa is almost a horror movie.

Stan just knowing? Dropping everything to give gifts to children? Stan? Totally cool with dipping out to spread Christmas cheer? Stan? He's Jewish?

Stan is being possessed by the Spirt of Saint Nick here, the lucky soul that gets to be Santa for a single night whether he wants to or not.

Maybe this is the year Ford and Fiddleford decide to find out once and for all if Santa's real. Ford hosts the McGuckets (they needed a kid and Fiddleford already has a good good boy so why not use free bait), locks all his sensitive materials away and they have a fun holiday time, Ford shares some of his traditions (some of them at least. No reason to bring up a sweater for two after all), the McGuckets include him, all of them have a good time, then the Fords rush to ready the house for operation kidnap Santa (if! He's real! Fiddleford didn't want to do this at his house so Santa wouldn't black list Tate).

They are so ready, Ford decking them both out in anti scry spells so that IF Santa's real, he won't know they're there, lying in wait. Hours tick by, and then they do in fact catch Santa.

Fiddleford does a victory jig, Ford collapses in defeat, when an incrediblely familiar voice asks if they'd be oh so kind to let him out of the net? He's still got houses to hit if he wants to stay on schedule!

It's Stan's voice, more cheerful and jolly then Fords ever heard it, but still Stan.

If he was super old, put on some weight, and grew a beard.

Cue yelling by Ford, about what his brother? Thinks he's doing? As Santa? They're Jewish Stanley, what is happening here?

Only for Santa to laugh it off and go back to stuffing the tree, saying how he's not Stanley! He's Santa! Old saint nick! Here to deliver some gifts for one Tater McGucket!

Cue holiday magic movie of Ford rediscovering the wonders of the holidays through strong arming his way onto Santa's sled with Fiddleford, demanding answers, and refusing to get off until this old man version of his brother explains who he thinks he's fooling with all this. Then trying to fist fight Santa out of his brothers body when santa explains he chooses one miserable soul a year to help him spread joy and wonder, and that stan was really incredibly miserable. Who wouldnt be though with stans life! Hes got no friends or family, has been homeless since 17, is on an impossible quest, and feels like his entire existence is one big mistake! Ford gets slammed by the horror of stans life as given to him by santa, and is then held off by Fiddleford so he doesn't ruin Christmas.

Clock strikes the final midnight, the spirit of Saint nick disappearing back to the north pole until next year (telling Ford to be thankful he's Jewish, as he's blacklisted himself from Christmas for life for all his shenanigans. And that Fiddlefords on thin ice) and suddenly Stan is there. He has no idea what just happened to him or where he is. Why is Ford here? Was there a sled? He's pretty sure he was on some kind of awful Christmas themed drug trip. Also he might throw up, because he ate just. So many cookies. He might have also been screaming in his own body at the old guy who was suddenly singing every Christmas song on loop in his brain.

Very shocked at Ford hugging him, then a little miffed when Ford shoves him away. Sure Stan was making a few concerning 'might throw up sounds' but still!

[emeraldtortoiseshell]

Ah, I see it is my turn to hold the SAINW Analysis Bear 😅

So, there's something interesting I've always low-key wondered about this episode:

Karai's only physical representation of being decades older is her grey hair.

There isn't a wrinkle on her face.

In contrast to other characters that we see are physically older and more worn. Not just the Turtles, but also April has lines on her face, Hun has seriously let himself go, and even Ch'rell is visibly more wrinkled.

But Karai's skin is as flawless as her current day counterpart. We even see her face close up in multiple shots, so it's not a fact of loss of detail from being zoomed out.

Either she's got some kind of insane beauty regime in this apocalyptic world, or something else is going on here.

Now comes the Hear Me Out part.

What if this version of Karai is a cyborg or android?

What if she got whittled away like Stockman - maybe through injury on missions, maybe as punishment by the Shredder himself for her failures - and slowly her body got replaced with mechanical parts?

(And before you say 'Even Ch'rell wouldn't do that to his adoptive daughter', consider the world they're living in. The Shredder has ultimate power. He's even more ruthless and bloodthirsty than normal with no one to stop him carrying out his every whim. It wouldn't be a surprise if that power corrupts what little good he has left)

We already know that Ch'rell and the Utrom have body suits that are able to flawlessly mimic human skin in the present day - even their closest allies can't tell they're not human!

The only thing I see being a hindrance to that in the SAINW future is lack of resources, and Karai's the right hand of the most powerful, all controlling being on the planet - if anyone can get access to the materials, it'll be her.

But here's the real kicker: she got hit near point blank range with April's missile. She should be nothing left than a red smear on the floor. Why isn't she (beyond the fact that this is a kid's cartoon, and even SAINW can't go that dark)?

What if it's because she's mostly metal? What if the only human part left of her is a brain operating an exosuit, like what happened to Stockman? It might explain why she doesn't look like she's aged - just like how 'Oroku Saki' doesn't look like he's aged since Hamato Yoshi's day.

Even Karai is barely human anymore in this bad future!

[kyphera]

testing testing

I stare at her, almost certainly looking a fool. I swear, I can feel the ground, slick with blood, against my chin.

I don't know how long it takes me to pick my jaw up off the floor, but it's long enough that the sun is setting and the sounds of battle have faded to almost nothing.

She's finished with the harpoon and sits on a crate a few feet away from me, polishing it with a grimy rag. "Finished gawkin', sweetheart?"

"Uh...yeah." I can't find the right words (or, frankly, any words at all), and go back to picking shrapnel out of my body. Well. I try to, anyway. Have to pick out some with my knife. Apparently, I stared so long the wounds healed. "Did'ja have to shoot me? Blades are so much cleaner."

"Darlin', you got worms for brains? Didn't know there was another one like me 'til I shot ya five times and ya didn't fall over dead. That kills a normal person." She's looking at me like I'm stupid, and I feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I grumble something pointed and completely incoherent back at her while I pick the final pieces out of my flesh.

She goes back to polishing the harpoon - *my* harpoon - and I wipe my knife with the cleanest part of my shirt. She's very pretty, for a pirate. She's tied her full, curly hair back in a simple knot, leaving some small pieces at the front to frame her face. She has high cheekbones, piercing grey eyes, a slender nose, full lips...she could be a portrait model. "Ya got a name, sweetheart?"

Shit, she's caught me staring again.

"U-uh...yeah. Name's Claudette. Yours?"

"Elyse. Ya French?"

"No. Seaborn; English was most useful to learn."

She nods. "Nice harpoon ya got. Need one myself," she says, now inspecting it. "Not of'en I get speared straight through. Smithy?"

"Sir Artimus Blackshade on the Emerald Isle. Near Sligo."

"Never been." She looks me up and down a few times, almost lewdly. I can feel her eyes stick on my figure in more than a few places...but finally, she looks up at me again. "You should take me. Wan'ed a companion for a while, but mos' people freak when I get 'killed' 'n' keep fightin'. Seem like you'd be decent company too." Elyse catches my eyes directly, then tosses my harpoon back.

I catch it, then shrug as I load it back into the gun. "Wouldn't have to answer the same questions over and over."

She grins. She hasn't taken her eyes off me once, and I look away to try and hide. "Perfect. Let's go, sweetheart~"

"How are you still alive?!" "Same way you are." As you pick the bullets out of your Skull and heart, she puts the gun down and starts pulling the barbed Harpoon out of her rib-cage. Both of you are completely unfazed. "Always thought i was the only one." she smirks.

[deanwinchestersbabygirll]

A little help from an Archangel

Warnings// Major Character death…ish, ANGST, fluff, break up to make up

lil Summary// Reader and Dean break up, Gabriel wants to help two idiots see past their stubborn natures, in his own twisted way ;))

Dean x reader

word count// 2500

(GIF from Pinterest)

It was rough hunting alone at times, but you knew you could handle it. You used to love having the back up of Sam and Dean but since Dean and you broke up 6 months ago, you stepped away, needing to be as far away from him as possible, even if it meant not seeing your best friend much

You knew Sam missed you, just like how you missed him, but if you saw him... you have to see him too, and you really don't think you can handle that. Taking a nest of vamps down single handily- not a problem, however, being within a 5 feet vicinity of your ex boyfriend- impossible. It's not like you hated him, if anything, you still loved him, the only reason you broke up was because of a stupid fight about hunting, you wanted to be able to go on hunts alone when you didn't need the back up, but Dean wouldn't let you, it got the point where'd his over protective nature started to affect every hunt, not letting you come on a few with him and Sam, loosing his mind if you even got a scratch, hell, it even got to the point where he was putting his own damn life at risk 

The day he almost died trying to save you, was the day you finally snapped. It was definitely the worst fight of your whole relationship, you guys just screamed and yelled at each other for hours. Eventually it ended with you leaving...

"Are you trying to get yourself killed Dean?" You yelled storming into the bunker, marching down the staircase,  "if you had of just did what I told you to do and stayed back, I wouldn't have had to tackle the damn wolf to distract it from you!" He slammed the door now getting hot on your tails, he reached out grabbing your wrist and turning you to face him "you were reckless back there. I'm so sick of you being reckless on every hunt, I feel like I'm babysitting you constantly, just waiting for you to screw up. You know what I'm done, you done hunti-" you cut Dean off, pulling your wrist from his grip and jabbing your finger into his chest "you'd better not finish that sentence Dean. If you seriously think you can tell me I'm not allowed to hunt, well then I think it's better if I head out on my own." You sneered, your voice getting caught in your throat", "you know what, I think your right. It would be better if you left" he said shrugging his shoulders and turning to storm off, slamming your shared room door in his wake, leaving you stunned and heart broken in the war room.

Your phones loud ring tone brought you back from your thoughts, looking at the number noticing it was one you didn't recognise, quickly you answered knowing it could be another job

"hello?" It took 3 seconds at most for you to recognise the sound on the other end... it was someone you thought you'd never have to hear from again 

"Hey sweetheart.. it's been a while" his gruff tone making the butterflies rise in your stomach just like it always used too "Dean... how'd you get this number" you could hear the low disheartened chuckle he let out "I uh, I got it off Sam's phone a- a while ago" Dean winched in between his words making you panic, already trying to track  his number in your laptop "Look sweetheart I know I’m the last person you’d likely ever want to hear from but, I really need your help... I-I'm in real trouble baby" Dean finished with a grunt 

"Where are you Dean?" You asked, voice shaking slightly in worry "I'm a-about a 20 minute ah drive, it's- ah son of a bitch! That o-ld warehouse just before leaving t-town. Please hurry baby, I-i can't die without seeing that beautiful face one last t-time" you could hear the panic in his voice, your body moving before your brain even had time to think on what to do, you felt the burn in your eyes as they welled with tears "I'll be right there baby, please promise  you'll stay awake for me please baby, I'm begging you" you begged through croaks, your chest feeling tight. Dean hummed in response mumbling a quick 'I promise'.

You kept him on the phone as you sped through town to that warehouse, you knew exactly where it was because you'd already been tracking it yourself, spending the drive frantically begging him to be okay 

Grabbing your machete you ran in the room, no regard for usual hunter safety, your only focus was finding Dean. Thankfully he was easily found, his voice calling you towards him from a distance, without a second thought you ran off in that direction screaming for him. Finally you saw his body laid on the ground unconscious, your body dropping beside him in desperation, his stomach was sliced open, blood bussing from the wound already covering your hands "Dean?! Please wake up" you cried, pressing down on his wound to try and stop the bleeding, calling his name was no use, his eyes stayed closed the blood continued the flow steadily as his pulsed dropped to barely anything "no- no baby please... don't do this to me please, I- I can't do this knowing your not there anymore, Dean please I need you... I love you so much" you confessed through continuous sobs as you watched the life leave his body

knowing there was nothing you could do to stop this your body collapsed your head leaning against his chest no longer able to feel a heartbeat, holding his lifeless yet still warm hand in yours, "I was too late" you cried against his still warm chest, his blood covering your hands and arms. You didn't even know how long you laid there, just hugging his body, wishing you could take back that stupid fight all those months ago, still be with Sam and Dean. Maybe if you were still together you could have stopped this from happening.

Your head snapped from deans chest when clapping erupted around the warehouse. You grabbed the machete you dropped earlier guarding deans body, ready for the attacker to show their face.

"Oh look at what we have here, a lovers reunion" a voice you knew all too damn well said from the shadows, slowly creeping their way forward to confirm their identity "Gabriel? W-what is this?" You were scared of the answer, knowing the arch angel all too well, you knew by now this was some kind of sick ploy "well little miss 'I wanna hunt alone', I've been watching my favourite human couple... that's not on tv, but hey! What beats reality more than an archangel meddling and getting two giant idiots back together" Gabriel announced with a snap of his fingers 'Dean's' body drifting to dust, watching as the blood left your shaking hands 

"You faked his death? I-is Dean really still alive?" You asked through sharp breaths, the angel nodded "he is and I will take you too him... if that what you want" he pressed, gauging to see how you'd react 

You didn't even have to think before nodding, you just watched him take what you thought was his last breath. You had to see him, you don't care about what kind of aftermath it'll cause, you just had to know he was okay- that he was alive. 

Smirking Gabriel grabbed your arm, transporting you outside the bunker door "good luck little grasshopper" Gabriel told you sarcastically before leaving you there in the dark alone.

You took a few deep breathes before lifting your shaking hand to knock, it wasn't 2 minutes later till the familiar big steel door was opening, revealing a somber looking Dean Winchester. His eyes shot to yours and widened in shock "Y/N?" you nodded trying to hold back your sobs with a tight smile "I - uh I-" you couldn't finish what you were trying to say before Dean was pulling you into his arms, he let out a breathe he didn't know he was holding when he finally felt you against him once again

"I've missed you so much" Dean mumbled, his head resting against the top of your head. You squeezed your eyes shut, your hands clinging to the back of his flannel , pulling him as close as you possibly could. "I've missed you too Dean, so fucking much" your voice cracking as you spoke, tears soaking his chest where you rested 

You looked up to already find him staring down at you, his emerald eyes looked sunken in, like he was exhausted, filled with tears "Can we talk? Please De" you asked still not letting go of him, nodding, Dean takes your shaking hand in his, taking you down the familiar steps and into what was your and Dean's old room, ushering for you to take a seat next to him on the bed. Looking around you noticed nothing had really changed since you left, he still had your photo's together on the dresser, your pillows that you insisted on having on the bed remained there, seemingly untouched, swallowing the hard lump in your throat as you tried to stop yourself from crying anymore than you already are.

"Sweetheart.., I'm- I'm so fucking sorry. I should have went after you, it was a stupid fight that went too far, and it cost me everything" his voice tough and cracked "there hasn't been a damn day that's gone past the last 6 months where I haven't wanted to go find you and talk you into coming back to us... to me baby" tears  filled in his eyes as he spoke, his hand that wasn't holding yours reaching forward to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, something he always knew comforted you

"I'm sorry too De.. I wanted to come back, everyday" taking a break to breathe "i just didn't know if you'd want to see me... i just after what happened i had to see you, i had to know you were okay" Dean nodded, listening intently, squeezing your hand throughout "what did happen sweetheart, because when you got here you looked pretty broken up" deans brows furrowed in concern as he thought back to when he first saw you again, shaken and broken and lost.

"I got a call, and it was you on the other line- well... not you- you obviously, but your voice, you were asking me to cone help you, you sounded in pain and I just... I just ran to find you" taking a break to steady your words, feeling yourself breaking down all over again thinking back to seeing Dean die in front of you

"You told me to go to this old warehouse, where I'd tracked already to a nest, so I got there as fast as I could, grabbed my machete and just ran, I was calling for you, just begging you to hold on.. I found you pretty a-quickly, you weren't conscious...I-I just knew you weren't- fuck - I can't!" You cried out, roughly drying your face with your sleeve. Dean grabbed your arm gently pulling it down his eyes boring into your own "you don't have to tell me that par, it's okay baby" you nodded at deans words "I saw you... die and it was like I had my whole world shattered in a split second. Just when I thought all hope, Gabriel appeared-"

"That winged bastard orchestrated my death to antagonise you? I'll fucking kill him!" Dean stood, storming out the bedroom door, you ran after him grabbing his arm and turning him "Dean stop! He didn't do it to hurt me, he did it because he wanted me to see how stupid we are, and how much more we could loose if we didn't make up soon" Dean nodded reluctantly "your right" his voice now soft, shoulders sagging as he let his guard down, reaching forward you loo your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you level, your nose brushing against his, his hands resting on your waist, holding you tightly to him, Dean surges forward pulling your lips into a small, yet all so familiar kiss. It was like your first kiss all over again, it was as though months of pent up, anger, sadness and heartbreak was being expressed through this one kiss only pulling away when it got too hard to breathe 

Dean rest his forehead against yours, his grip on your waist never loosening "please come home.., i can't - I can't do this without you, I need you baby" his tone was soft as he spoke, almost afraid of your answer "I'd love nothing more than to come home De" you placed a small kiss on his lips into between words "but some things have to change Dean. You can't stop me from hunting because you want to protect me." You weren't giving up your freedom for Dean. You want nothing more than to be with him, but you won't let him stop you from helping people.

Dean nodded in understanding  "you're right. I won't stop you from hunting, but you gotta promise you'll be less reckless, don't put yourself in unnecessary danger, don't go off alone- especially without telling me or even Sam or Cas" you smiled up at him, playing with the strands of hair at the back of his neck "I think I can do that, for you" smirking Dean leaned forward into another kiss, thankful he can kiss you anytime he wanted again, always be able to hold you  and just know your there, back home, with him, and he wouldn't screw it up this time "I'm still kicking his ass for making you cry next time I see him" Dean told you seriously pulling you back into him, "I know you will honey, now come on, we gotta go get my stuff and get me moved back home" the words barely left your lips before there was  cartoon like smoke on the ground from where Dean once stood, now at the bottom of the staircase waving baby's keys "let's go burn some rubber baby!" 

you shook your head at his antics but couldn't help the smile that broke across your face, you didn't know how you were gonna thank Gabe for bringing you too back together, but you'd figure something fit for archangels out. "I'm coming, don't worry now!" You called up, following your boyfriend out to baby, taking your seat once again by his side, hand on your thigh or holding your hand, music playing loudly as Dean speeds down the empty road, nowhere to be nowhere to really go, just him, his girl and baby, what more could a guy ask for.

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Hiiiii, i know i'm sorry another Dean one, i cant help ittttt. i do have some idea's for some Sam action, how would we feel about a sex pollen trope? or maybe Sam falling in love with a civilian and trying to keep her out of the hunting life... would anyone want to see how any of those are played out? or if anyone has any ideas for any of the boys please send me a message, id be happy to bring your idea's to life

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[ap0stle]

alright you goddamn fucks ive just reentered full outlast fixation mode. im back on my walrider network theory bullshit. allow me to scream at you for a minute ok ive been sitting on this for ages

billy hope did not die, you know this, i know this. billy was at his trailer post-MM. which means billy and miles were co-hosting the walrider. at the same time. what the fuck does that mean. ill tell you, big dog. the walrider isn't some fucking ghosty ghouly spirit my man. that bitch is a network. miles and billy are nodes. that fucking thing is like A COMPUTER VIRUS. and its mechanism of transmission? ohhh my god dude. its versatile. we've got the morphogenic engine, we've got radio waves. electricity. and you know what else? that fucker is capable of biotechnological manipulation. the ants bro, the fucking ants. and you know what else?? temple gate dude, the locusts. the locusts. were they real? well thats up to you my man. i think its a hell of a coincidence that a swarm of locusts is a sign of the apocalypse and it just so happens that swarms of insects and insect-like little nanite bastards are a recurring thing here. anyway you know where i'm going with this.

so miles, blake, and lynn were all control subjects. (waylon is excluded because he had ~2 weeks of exposure to murkoff tech, plus however long he was subjected to the engine directly. not a viable control subject.) billy, in this equation, was the petri dish. ive got big fucking questions about simon peacock. good god.

anyway so we've got billy, 100% undead. miles, 100% undead. at the same time, operating with a strong degree of free will. both of them went home; billy to his mother, and miles to his apartment to destroy evidence (shoutout to those ants). stay with me here okay

and then there's temple gate. ants at temple gate. miles at temple gate?? what the fuck was he doing there. ANTS dude. the ants took down the radio towers, what do you think caused the big fucking electrical storm/fires/explosion at the end of OL2? everyone say thank you miles. so then what???

lynn dies, doesn't come back. no chance of being undead here. blake walks off. now listen here man. no way that guy should have survived the things he went through. 1) fell through a barbed wire fence 2) NAILED TO A CROSS 3) RIPPED HIMSELF OFF OF SAID CROSS 4) THE ELEVATOR CRASH??

there's for sure other shit but like. listen the point is that both he and miles got their shit rocked and kept walking. they displayed an unnatural resilience, they had their brains cracked open and spread apart like goddamn cadbury eggs thanks to murkoff's death rays. okay are you with me??? you see where im going with this??

the locusts, dude. im not standing by this specific point, because it could've happened at any point, but we watched the walrider swim its ass right through miles, lift him up and drop him down. you know who else had a big fucking swarm shoot through him and knock him down???????

YEAH MAN. CO HOSTS. ANOTHER FUCKING NODE IN THE NETWORK. WALRIDER BLAKE. and dont let me get ahead of myself here, i dont think it was nearly as potent as is with billy and miles. they were ground zero, but temple gate was a MASSIVE head-cracking operation. incubation chamber. and blake walked right in with that baby-faced control-subject-glow. plenty of trauma to feed the monster with, right?? i dunno man that sounds like a pretty viable candidate to me.

and FUCK man, lynn? i dont know. i think the phantom pregnancy bullshit is a bit of a copout on RB's part. yes, sure, illustrative of murkoff's ability to induce not just psychological but biological delusions, that is INSANE. but i will throw them a bone and say she did not walk in there with the same traumatic experience under her skin that blake did. so fine, she wouldn't have been a viable host.

but anyway that's my thesis. thank you for coming, i plan on remaining insane about this for eternity. i think more people should hop on wal!blake asap. please dear god.

[becasart]

My eepy babies! 🥺

Hehehe, Elian and Béelia got Logan's UP hair gene. Their hair go UP and OUT 🤣💕 bed head hair for these two go crazy.

A lil bit of rambling here. I got brain worms for these sillies 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

My béelia when older would take a likin to wearing hair rollers to keep her hair curling DOWN, especially her bangs, and Elian would sleep with his hair in a braid. Elian likes his hair a lil wild, yes, but oddly enough, he'd like it in his own controlled way. Messy THIS way not THAT way. He so silly. These had to go through the struggle of figurin out their hair care routine. My lil nayeli wouldn't have to go through such struggle. She got her momma's silky straight hair gene. It stays down 😁 she doesn't have the logan up hair curse. Logan wouldn't do much with his hair, let's be so fr. Not even with Biani's (my builder) influence. I think his hair would be such a scary sight in the mornings 💀

[thebrainrotsreal]

Drew this real quick because I fucking love these two so much ???? Especially Bee. I wish they interacted more so badly. PLEASE.

Also learning how to draw these guys.. slowly.

[zepskies]

I feel like we have no choice but to write angst with this character! loll (God how I love that Amber x Mark gif 🤣)

Ahhh thanks, Wayne!! 🥹 I told you, the first thing I saw when Michelle gave me that color palette prompt was "seasons." The colors were just perfect for it, so I thought the dividers were a simple way to capture that 💗

Her answer took me tf out! Loved her bold sass 😏🔥

Ehehe that's the line where I found the character tbh. 😂 Mark needs to be with someone who can keep even him on his toes!

Oh, interesting! Also ballsy of Mark to date his boss’ daughter. Let’s hope he doesn’t screw it up 🤞🙈

Right?! lmfao I figured if anyone was gonna, it'd be Mark 😂😂

I’m getting a queasy feeling in my stomach… I genuinely already love them! Their little beach day in Santa Cruz was so cute 🥹 (and my love for Cali is never ending, too) But my heart hurts so much because I think I can guess where this is going. WHY ALEX 😫

Aww yay!! 🥹 This is why I also loved getting your request and Michelle's at the same time, because I saw how this one could later connect to "Hits Different" when I looked up the lyrics 🥲☀️

Poor reader! Hard enough when a parent is dying, but even worse when you have to watch them go 🥺 (And so close to the wedding as well! Truly can understand her pain that her father didn’t get to walk her down the aisle anymore 😭)

Ugh, exactly, on both counts! 😓 And of course it's just fuel on the fire for Mark's later reluctance to tell her about his diagnosis.

(Her father's death is actually based on how my grandfather passed away in December. 💙 He was a smoker for 30 years, quit for 40, but it still unfortunately caught up to him in his 80s.)

(I had to lmao)

Bahaha winter is definitely coming! 🤣 Jon Snow = perfection

Men… lol We’ve had this discussion before with your headcanons about men and doctors/being sick. I think we can add Mark to that list 😂

omfg yeah!! 🤣🤣 Mark would literally be the reigning king of medical man denial. And that reminds me, I'm gonna have to add Mark to the HC lineup soon! 🤭

Dear God, the sister’s already a lot 🙈 You better ain’t trying to impress your sister’s fiancé, girl…

Ahaha thank you for catching that hint! She's trying to impress somebody all right 😅

The fact her father died just months before from cancer just adds such a nice and angsty layer to this whole story. Of course Mark wouldn’t want her to go through that again after he’d witnessed how the sickness and death of her father affected her. And I do understand where he’s coming from when he essentially doesn’t want to tie her to a “dead man walking,” but man, does it break my heart. It’s such a hard situation for both. Ultimately, he should’ve involved her in the decision, though. The choice should be hers if she can handle it or not, if she wants out etc.

Aw thank you! 🥲 I was trying to think of added reasons why Mark wouldn't want to tell her, and this to me felt the most impactful, especially because her dad was Mark's boss, and in my head, his mentor too. 💔

And so agree -- he should've just talked to her, even if it was probably going to be one of the most difficult conversations of their entire relationship.

Jesus fucking Christ, that makes it even sadder and more messed up 😭 (I do love your brain for this masterpiece of cruelty)

Ehehe sorryyyyyyy. 🤭 But see? He wanted to have The Talk with her, he just never got there 🥲

But man, the fact he legit was so drunk that he stumbled into the wrong room and was basically taken advantage of in this state by her sister?! I hope the bitch burns in hell, seriously 😅

Ughhhh you and me both. As you saw in Part 2, Rachel deserves every bit of the hellfire lmao

It’s been my headcanon as well that he probably cheated on Melinda with Rachel to give her an “easy out” after finding out his diagnosis, but in my opinion, it’s even worse than actually cheating on her because he’s a stupid, selfish ass because it would’ve meant he never really love her to begin with. But doing that shit to someone you genuinely love is messed up 🙈

This was my initial instinct too for Melinda and Rachel, and while it's very plausible, it doesn't make Mark sympathetic for that exact reason. If he was going to marry a girl he didn't love enough to simply tell the truth and not cheat on her right before the effing wedding, then he's a POS for that. I really hope it comes out that he fibbed to Amber about that.

And since you've already read Catastrophic Blues (tysm 🥹 - can't wait to get into your lovely amazing feedback) I'll tell you this part:

Even in this story I debated going that exact route, having Rachel and Mark actually sleep together to create that "out" (or he just lets her do "something" sexual to him lol). But in the end I felt that no, if he truly loved the reader he would've put a stop to Rachel's advances the best he could, even while drunk. 💔

But I love how you took that mini plot line and put your own spin on it. Especially for this story, I prefer Mark accidentally stumbling into Rachel’s room, and Rachel taking advantage of him. If he’d done it on purpose to “free” reader, I would’ve murdered him. After losing their father, it would’ve been so cruel of him to tear their family apart in the wake of it, so I’m glad you went a different way here. Not sure I could’ve forgiven the other thing 🫣

Exactly, I wouldn't have forgiven him either if it was intentional 😭😭

And it's an unfortunate truth that there are girls like Rachel out there: immature, selfish, jealous, entitled, even downright hateful. So I wanted to explore the thing of, there are of course predatory men out there, but there are also predatory women. Sometimes the ones that should love you the most are the ones who hurt you the most 😭

Can’t wait to jump straight into Part 2! I can totally see the song fitting for the aftermath of this 😎💜💜💜

🥹🙏🏽💗 When I tell you I got SO much inspo from "Hits Different," like immediately lol. And *gasp* I also ended up liking "Snow on the Beach" from the same album! 🤭 I also liked "Lavender Haze."

Count me as Swiftie Curious, I guess?

DOWNGRADE

Pairing: Mark Meachum x F. Reader

Summary: There it was. The beginning of the end, and neither of you saw it coming.

AN: Ahhh here we go! For the first time ever, Mark Meachum! Obviously I’m still learning this guy as a character, but this idea grabbed me and wouldn’t let me go. Thanks so much, @luci-in-trenchcoats for choosing this color prompt for the 5K Follower Celebration!

Word Count: 1.2K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Fluff, implied smut, and rom-com vibes, until the angst sets in (lol). Medical diagnoses, implied cheating

Spring

Mark set two mugs of coffee on his nightstand to free up his hands. He had to cut wide swaths through the bedsheets to reach you. As usual, you were a tangle of limbs and frizzy hair.

“Jesus, what’d you do here, woman?” he said, lips tugging at a smile when he heard your muffled giggle.

Eventually he unearthed your head and found your sleepy smile. You squinted at the sun glaring through the window behind him. It backlit that look of fond amusement on his face.

You clawed half-blind at the front of his shirt and pulled him down to you. He lost his footing and grunted as he fell, just barely catching himself from crushing you. Your laugh rang in his ear and forced a chest-shaking rumble out of him too.

You freed your own arms from the warm nest you created, just to take his face in your hands. Your thumbs caressed along the coarse edges of his beard.

“Getting scraggly, baby,” you remarked.

“Yeah, but you like your man all wild and caveman-like,” he said mischievously.

You shook your head, but you still couldn’t stop yourself from smiling.

“Only when he fucks me,” you said. A cheeky challenge in your eyes.

Mark’s brows popped high, his devilish grin showing teeth. It didn’t matter how long you’d been his, you still managed to keep him on the ropes.

“Well, he does aim to please.”

Summer

The sound of your laugh was like sweltering sunshine in his chest. After the wave finished dunking you both, you swept the salty sting of the ocean out of your eyes and clung to his shoulders in the water.

Santa Cruz agreed with you. It shone down on your glistening skin and caught in your eyes. You both needed this—taking a beat, just the two of you.

Finally, Mark had allowed himself to take some time off. He was reluctant at first, workhorse that he was. But the Captain—your father—insisted that Mark take a break. Wrapping up a triple homicide after four months of legwork, getting to see that motherfucker be denied bail until trial, and giving the victims’ families a sense of relief that the killer was off the streets was a decided win.

“You’ve got someone waiting for you,” the Captain reminded him. “Don’t take that for granted.”

Mark grabbed your left hand and pressed a kiss into your palm. He felt the coolness of metal against his lips. It reminded him to turn your hand over.

“Whoa!” He closed his eyes and playfully looked away as if he was being blinded. “Who gave you that fucking rock?”

The summer sun glinted off a modest stone. Your sister told him not to overthink it. Just get the classic square cut. But his instincts told him to go with something called a “cushion,” like the sales lady said at Jared’s.

Mark knew he made the right choice when you gasped, covering your mouth with shaky hands, your eyes filling with tears when you met his slightly nervous ones.

Now, you just laughed in his face. “Oh, nobody really. Just the love of my life.”

His smile quirked, even though his heart was double-timing.

“You’re so fuckin’ cheesy.”

“But you love it, though.”

(That day, you both spent an extra hour looking for the ring when it somehow slipped off your finger and fell into the sand.)

Fall

“I’m just saying, sweetheart,” Mark said, his tone deep and gentle while he steadied you in his arms. “Maybe it’s best we put off the wedding, just a few months. It’s a lot coming at you right now.”

You shook your head, covering your mouth with trembling fingers.

“No,” you said eventually, but your words faltered along with your unsteady breaths in between. “No, he wouldn’t have wanted that. I just wish he, uh…could be there.”

You were a pillar of a woman, but no one could fault you for falling apart. Your father had been a lifelong smoker. He quit ten years ago, but it still caught up to him in his sixties, a severe case of COPD that he’d been trying to hide for months. It eventually withered him down to weeks of degeneration in a hospital bed, relying on oxygen masks that could no longer sustain him.

Your mother and sister had left the room for just half an hour to grab some coffee. You stayed behind.

You were alone with your father when he died. All you could do was hold his hand.

Now, all Mark could do was hold you. But he had to blink past a sharp pain, almost like a sudden migraine. Aftershocks reverberated through his skull, radiating from the right to the left.

He’d been dealing with less intense versions of the feeling for a month, but this time, it was like a small shiv between the eyes. It took him enough by surprise that it forced a grunt out of him, making him grimace and blink hard.

You picked your head up from his chest and met him with tearful eyes, frowning in concern.

“You okay?” you asked.

“Yeah,” Mark said. “Just a little headache.”

Winter

“Mark, you need to go to the doctor. You’ve gone through three bottles of Advil. That’s not normal.”

“Look, I told you already. I’m fine.”

“Yeah. That’s really convincing.”

“…Look, that’s Rachel pulling up. You ready to go?”

 You looked out the windows near the front door and saw your sister walking up the driveway. You blinked, like you both could and couldn't believe what you were seeing.

“Wow," you said. "She couldn’t have found a skimpier dress to check out the church. Who’s she trying to impress? The pastor’s already married.”

Mark snorted in amusement, but something soon occurred to him.

“Didn’t you tell me she and her boyfriend just broke up or something?”

“Yeah, but what does that have to do with it?”

He shrugged. “Eh, I don’t know. She’s probably just looking for attention.”

You sighed. You loved your younger sister, but there were times when you wished she’d just grow up a little.

One appointment with Mark’s primary doctor led him to the oncologist. His entire inner world was leveled with just two words:

Glioblastoma Multiforme.

Two words he couldn’t say to you.

It all rang between his ears…

The excitement in your voice when you told him how your last fitting went for the dress.

Faces he’d put behind bars. Years he’d scraped and clawed his way through bureaucratic bullshit, standing his ground against officers with more power than him, but never as much heart.

Your raw, broken grief when you watched your father waste away from the absolute monument of a man he’d been.

How was Mark supposed to level your world too?

He kept it all inside. And like the master of improv he was, he faked enthusiasm for a joint bachelor-bachelorette weekend.

One late night. One fifth of whiskey at the hotel bar turned into numbers he stopped counting—until the Captain reminded him.

You’ve got someone waiting for you. Don’t take that for granted.

He needed to find you.

Somehow, he made it to the elevator by himself. Third floor. Room 304, 305, 306. Fuck. Was it 309?

The door opened, and his addled fucking brain thought it was you at first. She almost had your eyes, if just half the sincerity of your smile.

Rachel welcomed him in and shut the door. He stumbled at the threshold, and she stopped him from falling completely onto the floral-patterned carpet.

“Oh my God, Mark. You okay?”

No. And he knew he wasn’t ever gonna be okay.

But her hands were warm, carving sensuous paths under his leather jacket without him realizing.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

AN: 🫣 I know, I know - I'm sorry it's not my usual happy ending. 💔 But! I am working on a second part to this for @waynes-multiverse, who also requested Mark Meachum for the 5K Celebration...though that one's gonna be even angstier than this one loll 😅 (but maaaybe with a kind of happy ending?)

In the meantime, what did you think of this drabble? Don't you wish we could've stayed in Summer? ❤️‍🩹

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Summary: Nine months isn’t as long as it sounds. When you run into your ex-fiancé at a bar, he finds out what you've become. You find out the truth.

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[tesnuzzik]

If Crunchy doesnt confirm Ososan S4 on their summer 2025 list within the next few days I might lose my mind

[taegularities]

just thinking thoughts

[lunarruled]

"Shit how do I know you weren't a crackhead or something before this shit all started?"

Kyleigh replied before she could stop it. Her mouth had always worked faster than her brain, and since that was more focused on getting supplies and getting out of the prison she wasn't surprised the smart remark flew out without much hesitation. In some way she understood why Magna said what she said, she was trying to focus on making that map and Kyleigh was disturbing her. But still they wouldn't make it too far if neither one of them had enough strength to do so. Despite her desire to just say fuck it and leave the woman behind the half lycan stayed with Magna, determined to keep her mouth shut for the time being.

A few moments later she was hit with some good information, a nod as her response. Now if they could just make it to that truck they might be able to get some of that food. Not like those dead needed it, they would want living flesh instead. Turning for a moment towards the monitors Kyleigh searched to see if she could spot the vehicle, but it must have been in one of those rare blind spots. Alright well it was always an option, a goal to keep in the back of their minds. The switch in topics was a nice refresh, Kyleigh already thinking of a way to get to one of those fire exits. Disabling the alarm wouldn't be a problem, she would just have to pull the plug on it then they could be on their way.

Moving closer once Magna held out the map the half lycan's eyes read it over, amazed at how detailed it was. They just had to hope that once they got out of this room they followed it exactly.

"Okay, this is really good and it'll help us move much faster. The electronic doors are probably opened by a badge, but since we don't have one of those I can just hot-wire them so we can get the dead where we want them to be and lock them in. I want to go to the game room since you remember that the most, find the fire exit and get to that. Skip my stupid idea about the kitchen unless it's on the way and there aren't a lot of the dead in there. I found a bunch of keys in one of those drawers but they're not labeled so I'm just going to keep them in my bag in case. If you feel you're good to go then so am I."

At least if this plan went to hell they had other options now. They could always make their way back to this very room, scope out a different route. Or see if they could find another fire exit map and go that way. Letting out a breath Kyleigh tried her best not to feel too much hope this time around. She believed that the two of them could get out of this mess, but only if they stuck to their plan and kept a close eye on each other's backs.

Magna spent her next moments sketching that map as if a being had taken possession of her, mind focused on nothing but the task at hand. It was both scary and surprising how she had been able to get herself in a deep focus like that despite the circumstances and everything that happened, leading her to jerk her head up towards Kyleigh abruptly just a second after she asked about the kitchen, as if there was a threat nearby. Damn, it would take her a while to recover from that encounter with that sicko that had gotten on top of her. Frankly, Magna wasn't even sure if she could ever escape that state of hypervigilance that had been following her like a shadow, something she just couldn't shake, any small noise being able to set her nerves on fire.

The kitchen.. food. Magna was more than hungry. She would have been able to understand this woman's logic more deeply if she hadn't been so stressed out. In a world like that, if the dead didn't kill you, it was surely gonna be the lack of food. But Magna wasn't sure she could ever gather the strength it took to go back to that cafeteria again. And she wasn't sure there would be much to find. In reality, scavenging was as much of a risk as not to scavenge, though. You needed to risk death or you would die. But that wasn't something Magna could see clearly at that moment.

"The only food will be us if we walk start taking walks through this damn place", Magna shot back. "There's no water or food. How do you think did my ass get so scrawny?"

A sigh escaped her lips and she realized her answer was too harsh, but with everything going on, she couldn't even think of any way to make it better. Thinking of food, it finally occurred to her that there was a lot of it. Magna had just lied to Kyleigh without meaning to.

"There's food", she corrected herself. "A whole supply truck that crashed into the prison's outer walls. Surrounded by sickos."

That was life now, Magna thought, you either had nothing and when something came in abundance, there was some twist to it that no longer made it an option. She already dismissed the supply truck as an option, even though what was in it could keep those two of them going for weeks, maybe months.

Deciding to switch the topic, she went on, "I just wanna get the hell out of here. We might die out there, but it's better than in a pathetic place like this. We got our map. Let's make a plan. See if we can get to one of the four fire exits from here without being cornered by the dead. We'll have to disable that alarm on the way out."

Magna didn't even think that they would get to just run out of the place without having to fight. But at the very least, they could see if there was any relatively clear path where the dead ones wouldn't come from multiple directions, which was always the biggest obstacle. And if that meant having to trap them in the electronic doors or lure them into another area, Magna had no qualms about that. She moved closer to Kyleigh, handing her the map so she could take a good look at it.

[thats-cantorintuitive]

small update

ok so um I got my number theory paper today, and the TA had cut marks for me because i left the answer at 66^2 and not 4356 (fermat's little theorem) 😔 I even wrote the full proof

my friend told me I should mail the TA about this, I got 14/20 and should be getting 17or18/20 😔

scores aside, number theory is so much fun, so much fun. the only good thing here is that I know the concepts well, and I fully knew the paper (still fucked it up, because I'm so frickin slow while writing and time). and it hurts worse because there's not enough proof that validates my knowledge. which in turn makes me question if i actually do have any.

I am, in general, a person who does well in concepts but screws up the exams (70% of the time) and I'm trying, I'm trying to get myself out of this "exam paniK" that I often spiral into, just minutes before the exam. I hope I change and grow; I hope, I hope.

[cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga]

Who said anything about cosplay I'm just sad I don't have a suit of armour :3 (specifically my hair is longer but a lil darker than hers)

Was just talking out loud about things I know and how I would go about replicating it in a way that would look decent and end up being MUCH lighter than real plate, but I do understand and share your despair over not having a fitted suit of armor.

However her plate being fairly understated and far more practical than your standard fantasy series armoring is my reason for thinking making it wouldn't be too hard. The simplicity of the plate's geometry and that the plates are solid pieces rather than being interlocked together and few plates are layered over top of each other means actually designing and planing out a manufacturing approach would be quite straight forward.

Looking at the image I used in my initial post about her which is official art of her I am counting twenty to twenty-five parts to achieve the full look of the armor along with keeping your range of motion, non of which are incredibly massive and the curves look fairly standard so Id be willing to say the entire plate set could be forged on a standard anvil. Granted I am a machinist and never have done any real forging work though I have done a lot of research on the skill set as I would like to learn the skill one day. Currently the only smithing work i've ever done is cold straightening some steel and aluminum parts without needing to be concerned for how their surface finish came out.

[nocentis]

Light of the Cove ┆ AU

Name: Jellal Fernandes Age: 29 Home Planet: Evra Status: Intergalactic Fugitive, Vagrant Affiliations: Pyk'ryan Rebel Faction Occupation: Defense Pilot, Supplier Classification: Carbon-based sentient life-form; bipedal, mammalian

Background: The universe at large has been dominated by the Lythrum for thousands of years.

Jellal spent many of his formative years helping to organize and direct his planet's department of defense. When his home was invaded, he helped lead the resistance against the Lythrum army. Unfortunately, the Evran Allied Forces were outnumbered and, subsequently, overpowered. His home was instated under Lythrum rule, and he, among many of his peers, was taken prisoner.

A select few of the Evran people inherited the ability to control the fundamental elements involved in nuclear fusion, such as helium and, eventually, hydrogen. Jellal was one of these generational Evrans, and as such, was the subject of study for a handful of years whilst held in captivity.

The prison ship which held him passed through a highly volatile, atypical magnetic field, which disrupted their technology and caused a shipwide blackout. During this blackout, Jellal managed to escape using an emergency pod and assigned his landing to the nearest heavenly body.

After nearly a week of drifting through the dense vacuum of space, breaking two days' rations into smaller and smaller pieces, his pod finally met the surface of a kingdom-sized asteroid. An ostensibly abandoned Lythrum outpost lay a few miles from where he landed, so he mustered what little of his strength remained, and he suited up for the journey, expecting to scavenge more supplies. When he stumbled through the outpost, he was met with hostility from its occupants — Pyk'ryan Rebel Captain Ynxa and their crew.

Over time, Jellal proved his credibilty to Ynxa and their crew, and joined the Rebellion as an official member. Due to his Evran stature, he became one of their main suppliers, often sneaking into Coves and "borrowing" precious supplies — namely fuel and advanced technologies — from especially heinous fugitives to stoke his rebel faction.

Lythrum: A bipedal mammalian species most often known for their cruel and destructive nature. Most Lythrum have thick skin with short, fine fur in a range of red-yellow hues. Their ears are typically long and pointed, though they come in a range of shapes and sizes. They might be described as fox-like by humans.

Cove: An intergalactic black market typically found on asteroids or small heavenly bodies far outside of claimed star systems. These markets are unregulated and often avoided by Lythrum forces, but they are lawless wastelands wherein there is no true authority and no protection.