#pandemic au

[stars-of-kyber]

Lockdown

it's... almost 18K long. But it's here!

This started as a small idea that grew and grew.

If COVID and pandemic-related topics make you feel unwell, you should sit this one out. I swear the ending is happy tho.

This story is dedicated to everyone who fought COVID, but especially to my grandma and my uncle, who were so strong and fought so hard, but unlike Mary, never managed to beat this crazy illness. I love you and I miss you every day.

To Frennie, @waterlilyrose, @kateandanthonyaremyparents (Happy b-day, queen) and @mimix007. This wouldn't be out without you. You are amazing and I love and cherish every one of you. Thank you so much.

I just... really hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think.

#Lockdown #Lockdown AU #My Writing #Bridgerton #Modern AU #Pandemic AU #Kathony #Kanthony #Anthony Bridgerton #Kate Sharma #Mary Sharma

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

International Day for Achievers & National Cocktail Day & World Tuberculosis Day

Person A is a genius at healing magic, but is always getting treated condescendingly by their colleagues who look down on them due to their background/identity/etc. So Person A decides to infect a work party drinking fountain with a deadly virus that is fast acting, so their colleagues will all get horribly and dangerously ill and get to witness and experience Person A’s healing magic directly. Unfortunately, their plan fails since some of their colleagues start to leave as soon as they start feeling ill and Person A has accidentally started an epidemic. The disease is mutating and Person B, their partner, has been infected.

#mod poss #creative writing #writing prompt #writing #prompt #fanfic prompt #fanfiction prompt #story prompt #creative writing prompt #ficinsp #alternate universe #plots and prompts #obscure holiday prompt #fantasy au #healer au #illness au #illness tw #pandemic au #disease au #death tw #covid tw #(just in case)

[theladycarpathia]

Inescapable

Hellcheer AU prompt: Roommates

“What do you mean, grounded?” Eddie bites out, shooting a nervous glance at the door that closes off his room from the shared living space. Billy gives an amused snort on the other end of the line.

“It means that there’s a global pandemic?” he says bluntly and Eddie can hear the drag of the cigarette from here. “It means playing and gigs and all that shit is off until further notice. It means keep your ass home, write some songs and keep your head down.”

“But…” Eddie begins to protest before hastily lowering his voice. “That means I’m stuck here?”

“And?” Billy says, already sounding tired. “I don’t know what to tell you. We can’t practice, we can’t take a tour bus, there’s no venues even open for us to play at. Everyone has been told to stay indoors and wash their hands a lot. Seriously, work on some new material.”

Eddie runs a hand through his hair. He’s still getting used to the silence outside - the lack of voices, the sound of cars passing by. Everything is still, with a noticeable uneasy air.

“Look, I get that,” Eddie hisses furiously. He can hear the faint sounds of humming drifting through his door, the clang of a saucepan. “It’s not Corroded Coffin that I’m worried about. It’s me.”

There’s silence. Then Billy chortles.

“Oh, I see,” Billy says, sounding delighted and Eddie wonders if it’s possible to reach through the phone to strangle him.

“No,” Eddie says churlishly, dropping down onto his unmade bed. He’d seen the warning signs for a while, it just hadn’t really sunk in until now. Pandemic means lockdown. Which means staying indoors with relatives, loved ones and…roommates.

“Eddie, it’s been a day,” Billy says wearily. Eddie can almost picture his manager’s lazy sprawl, shirt half open, cigarette dangling from one hand. There were three ideal career choices for Billy Hargrove and they were band manager, model, and 1980s porn star. “One day. Are you that incapable of being around her?”

“If I spend too much time around her, I’ll break down and confess that I love her,” Eddie says furiously. Billy snorts derisively.

“That might be a good thing,” he says bluntly. “Fix your writer’s block. Either way, whatever response you get might get the juices flowing.” Eddie makes a face. He doesn’t need the idea of Billy and juices in his head.

“I suddenly feel very sorry for Steve,” Eddie says, finding a dirty sock under his left thigh and lobbing it in the direction of the door. That’s all he has to look forward to now – blank Word documents and the laundry piling up. “He does realize he’s stuck in the same house with you?”

“Steve is my goddamn husband,” Billy retorts. “There’s going to be nothing but juices.”

“Okay, I’m done talking to you,” Eddie says hurriedly, because now that’s an image he’s never going to get rid of. “Tell Steve I said hi and good luck. Please don’t ever speak to me again.”

“I want new material, Munson!” Billy threatens before Eddie ends the call. He chucks the phone onto the bed before falling backwards, dragging his hands over his face.

This is definitely Billy’s fault, in a roundabout kind of way. Not the pandemic but Eddie’s current living situation can definitely be pinned on him.

When Jeff had needed to move out nearly ten months ago, Eddie needed a new roommate. Corroded Coffin still hadn’t quite made it big, and tending bar at Benny’s wasn’t the most lucrative of side jobs. But Billy’s husband, Steve, had a friend of a friend who needed a new place to rent. She writes children’s books and works at the same café as Robin. Which would have been fine, except for the fact that she’s perfect.

Eddie drags himself up off the bed and shuts the door behind him because twenty-four hours into this ‘stay home’ thing, he’s forgotten everything he might have known about housekeeping.

Garlic and tomato hits Eddie’s nose the instant he steps into their shared living space. He follows it – and the humming – through to the kitchen and, as always, his heart skips a beat when he sees her.

“Hi!” Chrissy says, turning away from the bubbling pan to smile at him. She’s wearing an apron, her long hair pulled back into a high ponytail. It’s so fucking domestic that it makes Eddie ache.

“Hi,” Eddie says, and goes to the cabinet to pull out a glass. “So…how was your day?”

Chrissy shrugs and digs around for a spoon to taste the sauce. “Quiet,” she says, with a shrug. “Did some work. It’s really strange. I keep feeling like I should be somewhere.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says quietly, filling up the glass from the tap.

Chrissy hums distantly as she stirs and when she holds out a spoon for him to taste the final result, he has to look down to avoid staring right into her eyes. He pulls out bowls as she drains the pasta, he grabs cutlery. It’s a pretty familiar dance, one that they’re used to after so many months of living together, but Eddie can’t remember that it used to hurt so much.

They did this the day she moved in, both of them more than a little unsure of each other. Eddie still remembers how they’d sat across from each other, eating the good pizza from down the street, and the tension broke the minute he made her laugh. They had mutual friends and a mutual need. It might have never come to anything else. And Eddie had heard from one of the guys at Benny’s that Chrissy had been kind of seeing some asshole named Jason anyway. By the time he’d found out it was old news, it was too late and he hadn’t wanted to ruin everything by making an unwanted advance.

“So,” Chrissy says, once the steaming bowls are on the table, with a heaped plate of cheese ready for use. “I thought as we’re in for a while we should have a rota? I know we never had one before, not with our shifts and everything but…what do you think?” Eddie pauses in his liberal sprinkling of cheese.

“Yeah, that sounds fine,” he says, returning the plate to Chrissy. That’s another thing - she’d grated a huge amount of cheese knowing that he likes it. “Makes sense.” Chrissy smiles and drops a handful of cheese onto her plate. The whole thing smells delicious and Eddie hopes that she knows his efforts aren’t going to be quite so successful. When Jeff lived here, they ate ramen packets, spaghetti out of saucepans and a copious amount of nachos. Despite Benny’s attempt to teach him, Eddie still hasn’t massively improved.

“I don’t know how long for,” she says anxiously, because everything is this big unknown, with no clear guidelines for when they can return to their normal lives. “But it might be a couple of months at least, they said.” Eddie swallows a mouthful at the wrong time and the pasta burns the whole way down.

“Sure,” he echoes weakly. “A couple of months.”

#hellcheer #edissy #hellcheer au bingo #I did not post this to tumblr during the week #so have it now #background harringrove #musician!eddie #writer!chrissy #idiots in love #roommates au #pandemic au

[yerevasunclair]

Chapters: 19/? Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Catelyn Stark/Ned Stark Characters: Catelyn Tully Stark, Ned Stark Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Angst Summary:

Compilation of Ned x Cat Tumblr Prompts, Short segments and Teasers to some of my future series

#ned x catelyn #moden au #pandemic au #eddard x catelyn #eddard stark #catelyn stark #nedlyn #more pandemic nedcat fanfics coming #still have to put them in order

[hellcheerficdatabase]

Inescapable

Author: @theladycarpathia

Rating/Warning: General

Chapter Count: 1/1 (for now)

Description:

Eddie understood the idea of a lock-down in theory. He just didn't quite understand that it also included being around Chrissy 24/7.

It's been a day so far and he's not sure how many more he can manage without telling her he loves her.

Tags: Alternate Universe- no vecna, alternate universe- modern au, pandemic au, musician!Eddie, Author!Chrissy, roommates, AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES, mutual pining, strangers to friends to lovers, Eddie POV, one-shot, for now, status: Completed, for now

#Alternate Universe- no vecna #alternate universe- modern au #pandemic au #musician!Eddie #Author!Chrissy #roommates #AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES #mutual pining #strangers to friends to lovers #Eddie POV #one-shot #for now #status: Completed #eddie munson #eddissy #eddie and chrissy #eddie x chrissy #chrissy deserved better #munningham #eddsy #chreddie #hellcheer #stranger things #chrissy cunningham

[annaofthenorthernlights]

Chapters: 15/15 Fandom: Frozen (Disney Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anna/Kristoff (Disney), Anna & Kristoff (Disney) Characters: Anna (Disney), Kristoff (Disney), Sven (Disney: Frozen), Elsa (Disney), Olaf (Disney) Additional Tags: Kristanna Summary:

Kristoff is a guy used to loneliness, but, the special circumstances of 2020, will lead him to share his home with a rambunctious and lively woman, ending this way his treasured calm.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but my life.

_________________

This was practically the first fanfic I read by @hiptoff !

Scrolling through my dashboard I stumbled over that treasure and just want to share it here! I highly reccomend this for reading. It´s so witty, and still so tender!

Thanks my friend for those awesome lines!

#fanfic #kristanna #frozen modern AU #pandemic AU #Kristoff #Anna #living together

[s-4pphics]

make the bed. (e.w.)

“𝒜𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃.”

omggg my first writing challenge YIPPPEEEE shoutout to olivia rodrigo

ty to the post-pandemic prose and my babies @elliesbelle and @totheblood for pointers :D love yall down 

wc;cw: 1.1K, just angst YAAAAY, internalized homophobia, ellies so sad :(, mentions of alcohol

“lf I liked girls,” you slurred, your lips brushing against the shell of Ellie’s ear, the pounding speakers synched with the squeezes in her chest, “I swear t’god�� you’d be mine.” 

Whenever you drunkenly murmur to her like this, Ellie wishes she didn’t hear you; She was shocked she could over the ruckus happening all around, rattling the bubble she created for the two of you. You always sounded so sure with your lies. They never fail to throw her into fight or flight mode. She tensed and her stomach churned in despair. 

“Y’so perfect, Ellie. Love y’so… fuckin’ much. All mine.” 

All she could do was nod and whirl you around with a pained smile before burying it into your clothed shoulder. You didn’t bat an eye; You were always the affectionate drunk. 

But she wanted to scream. To cry and beg and ask — demand that you fall into her right where you stand. To love her the way she’s loved you since she showed you how to ride a bicycle in elementary school. She flinched at every delicate kiss you planted on her neck, her hands squeezing at your hips. She doesn’t know if she wants to push or pull you closer. 

She knows. Her arms enclosed around your waist and you giggle into her skin. 

This is exactly how you two should be. She’s envisioned it since middle school: completely infatuated and engulfed in each other, secluded off in your own little world filled with nothing but solace. Closeness. Affection and desire. 

So why was she sick to her stomach at your scent? Lavender and sage no longer brought her the comfort that they used to in adolescence. She was being torn apart from the inside out, but she couldn’t scream. 

She only listened, digested every drunk fallacy that you directed to her in secret. With no one watching. No one ever watched. No one could know. That was your only rule when she climbed through your window months prior. Please just keep it between us, you’d whispered before leaning in to kiss her. 

At least Ellie could imagine that this was real as she held you tight: recreate the same image in her mind over and over. The two of you are together and happy to be in love with no selfishness or regrets in her mind. All she had to do was close her eyes, and you were all hers, just like you said. She’s so, so in love with you. 

But you didn’t want her. You never did. 

She’s instantly reminded of that day a few months ago. The memory feels like a ghost over her shoulder; Maybe that’s why she’s constantly peeking over it, picking at it with her nails. 

The two of you often reserved study rooms during exam season for review, but you had other plans. You were exactly where you were supposed to be — room 213 — but you weren’t by yourself. 

You — beautiful, as always — brought… friends. Friends that Ellie knew, that you knew, didn’t like her. She never actually talked to them, but she always felt… off. She was instantly riddled with anxiety, the books that she checked out ten minutes ago almost hitting the floor as her arms weakened. Sweat pebbled on her forehead as she stood and watched everyone stare at her. 

Why did it look like they were all laughing? She couldn’t hear any chuckles, but there was laughter. Someone’s laughing at her. Do they know? You have to know, but do they know about the two of you? About how Ellie feels—

Ellie? you’d called. 

… Mhm? she recalls almost fainting. 

Your eyes were confused; You knew something was off, and it made her even more nervous. 

Sit down, honey. Come meet everyone. You made sure to massage her knee under the table; It always soothed her. 

The introductions were surprisingly smooth. Ellie never expected your friends to be so polite considering how rowdy they seemed outside of class. She was pleasantly surprised and put at ease. Until the end of your study session. 

Everyone was packing their bags and cracking jokes. Ellie even got a couple laughs out of some of them during the quiet few hours. 

Ellie wasn’t sure what came over her, but she eased closer to you, still gathering your books. She relaxed at your scent. When you turned to face her with that gentle smile, her mouth moved on autopilot. 

I missed you so much. You never hit me back last night.  

Maybe it was the way Ellie said it. She shouldn’t have looked into your eyes the way she did, whispered to you like that, said she missed you with so much devotion. But she did, and she wished she didn’t. 

Your smile turned to worry instantaneously, and Ellie’s heart plummeted when your head whipped around the room to check if anyone heard before turning back to her. No one cared. 

Ellie felt like she’d been stabbed. It happened so quickly; she probably would’ve missed it if she blinked. Her nails dug into the hardcover of her books, tears jerking in her eyes before she tossed a stiff see you guys later over her shoulder and rushed out the room. You tried to grab her arm, but she shoved you off. She had to fight her instincts so she wouldn’t turn around and apologize for being too rough. 

She got back to her dorm and… trashed it while she cried. Disgust and anger flooded her system while she threw her clothes, her trinkets, the photo of you, Ellie, and her mother at your shared high school graduation across the room (she only sobbed harder when she noticed it cracked when it hit the floor). The emotions that rushed through her weren’t even for you, but for herself. Ellie’s own hope destroyed her, and she only has herself to blame. 

She should’ve known at the time to never speak to you again, but she loved you. She loves you. Every fiber, every cell of her being lived to see you at your happiest; It’s tortuous how you expose the darkest parts that she wished to keep hidden until the end of time. She hasn’t felt like this since she was a teenager. 

And yet, she still swayed you. Kept you close so she could breathe you in. This is the most you allow, at least: physical touch. She knew better than to allow you to mistreat her, but she couldn’t leave you. You both danced until your legs burned, and you fell into her bed the same night. 

She forced herself to lay in the massacred mattress that she’d tried to keep made since she was a kid. The least you could do was fluff the pillow you slept on every night.

#ellie williams #ellie williams angst #ellie williams au #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x f!reader #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #ellie williams tlou #lesbian #works 𖧧࣪ #post-pandemic prose

[sorenphelps]

i swear i wanted to draw something else, but somehow it turned into yet another Sirius sketch, i blame @plecotusauritus personally, your severe case of Only-Caring-About-Sirius-itis is too contagious

#sirius black #sketch #rockstar au #fanart #art by lau #lau draws with a tablet #im kidding Bat i am more than happy to have this disease😘 #it should spread to become a global pandemic even

[innytoes]

Between looking up houses in LA on zillow for a fanfic and researching how US medical debt works for that same fic, I have concluded that Ray Molina is a hit man.

#julie and the phantoms #ray molina #there is no way they afforded a house that big on a photographer and music-teacher's salary #never mind kept it after whatever killed rose #my other theory is that jatp is a brighter timeline because they didn't have the pandemic #but seriously #Julie looks at the pictures Ray made of their house and says 'these are good' sounding vaguely surprised #Ray looks so happy she thinks so #it's because it's like the third time he used his DSLR for realsies and not for stakeouts for his target or as cover #(also yes I have started writing a new fic before finishing my long fics shut up) #(also YES it may technically be classed as a third foster care au between the Little Dragon universe and the official foster care au) #hitman ray

[ratxklng]

i drew centaurs for fun

#>dev art #no au or anything so ill just tag their human variants #>ace veilitare #>nevaeh pandem/harper #centaur #character design #oc art #oc artwork #ace is a friesian #nevaeh is a madurai goat #friesian #madurai goat #digital art

[wetcatspellcaster]

You've talked a bit about the Ascendant's motivations, but I have a question about Rosalie's. We know that she was trying to find ways to "fix her mistake", so to say, in not objecting to the ritual and letting Astarion ascend. True resurrection, Wish, etc. Obviously none of them were panning out until she met Hemlock and potentially has a lead for deciphering Wish.

Assuming he never did anything to lure her in, would she have kept looking for a solution for the rest of her life? Or would she have eventually given up and just kept in hiding forever so he couldn't find her? 10 years of looking for a solution to a seemingly impossible problem sound draining even without having to magically hide from your crazy ex and never being able to have another long term partner due to fears of what said crazy ex would do.

hahahaahahahaahahahahahahaha! this question! this question hurts me! in the best way!

so. um. here's the funny thing about your first Tav being defined by her break up with an ex that triggered her agoraphobia/anxiety/severe depression that then defined the next several years of her life and leaves her feeling like she'll never escape the shadow of her ex UNTIL she gets medicated by a tadpole and meets a new group of friends and then the new partner she's convinced she's unworthy of-

um-

yeah. so. I don't think. Rosalie. is very good at moving on.

Her break-up with Threnn was messy (I do stand by my argument made in Party Favours about it not being *about* Threnn, but about Rose's own mental health decline, and how trapped she becomes in one version of herself. my own understanding of my own depression means that the events that can lead people into their worst state often becomes decontextualised from the events that lead up to it, etc. Rose doesn't mourn Threnn, she mourns the person she was before Threnn, and feels trapped in the place she has reached, entirely separately of Threnn). But all that being said, the break up with Threnn did not have a body count. this one has a bodycount.

I genuinely do not think, given the steps she has taken to isolate herself and thus prevent herself from forming new, meaningful connections, Pieces Rosalie would never have stopped looking for a cure. it is extremely unhealthy, and it is extremely draining. Both parties in Pieces are very fucked up, it's just that Rosalie is quiet and self-destructive about it, and it's easier to stealth being fucked up when your ex is over there doing... whatever the fuck that is.

She would've continued to have a life that, from the outside, looks like it's successful and independent of Astarion and Ascendency, and is, at it's core.... completely defined by Astarion and Ascendency. She would have been very sad, and very lonely. I imagine she'd looked for cures so that her loneliness had a projected end-date, more for herself than anybody else.

Both of them become the worst and saddest versions of themselves in that timeline, the end. :(((((((

#asks #wip: pieces still stuck in your teeth #it's partly why i wanted an ascendency AU bc in many ways I think Rosalie has a worst timeline that is averted as well #an intensification of all her worst traits in the same way ascendency is an intensification of all Astarion's worst traits. #it's just all of Rosalie's worst traits are sad girl self pitying depression and loneliness #and no. i don't want to talk about how she's my pandemic OC.

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Ice Cream Day & National Cocoa Day & Pick a Pathologist Pal Day

Person A is a pathologist who doesn’t know how to get approval to study the effects of a certain rare disease, but who gets recommended by a fellow researcher the name of a cafe that offers a strange service to researchers - they will slip toxins, diseases, medicines, drugs, and anything else researchers need to test on random people into their patrons food and drinks. They also allow for more harmless psychological and social experiments. Because of this service, the cafe has avoided any backlash or anyone realizing they are the cause of various break outs of sicknesses or exposures. Person B is the mastermind behind this service, and has ties to the government who approve and help cover up any harm that comes from these unofficial studies. Person A is scared of the moral implications, but Person B is extremely convincing.

#mod poss #creative writing #writing prompt #writing #prompt #fanfic prompt #fanfiction prompt #story prompt #creative writing prompt #ficinsp #alternate universe #plots and prompts #obscure holiday prompt #disease au #pandemic au #illness au #researcher au #scientist au #cafe au #death tw #crime au #science fiction au #horror #medical tw

[snackugaki]

... i am... so internally irritated, where the fuck is this energy to pump out this level of 1st pass panel layout for my own comics? where??? where is she ?? ?

i’m kidding I know why, i’m working with established IP with parameters I’m already familiar with and  not crawling aimlessly in the desert of the vast sandbox of original ideas where I crabwalk from oasis to oasis

snacku tmnt au brainrot: pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3

#tmnt au #tmnt au comic #au hell #but fuck me how did I pump five 1st passes in the span of 3 some hours #How I'd've had april meet the turtles #she'll run into them again during midautumn festival #I have no idea where the Ai Yazawa came peeking out from #not mad tho she was an inspiration to me #brazenly elder millennial on main #April and Leo were 10 here #Raph is 9 #Donnie is 7 #Mikey is 5 #Splinter memorized April's face already #He knows his sons will need friends in the future #where do you think Leo learned strategic thinking from #...all this came from Rise reawakening the place TMNT had in my heart #the power Rise has #rip to all the kids who originally followed 'cuz of the Rise fanart I did #but rip to all the comic concepts I was boasting I'd do (and then the pandemic hit)(and then I fell back in love with a bunch of turtles) #hahahahahahha (pained)

[estellardreams]

Okay, so... On Issue 4 in StH Cybernetic, we see Sonic go through a multitude of versions during each memory. So... I made this. A full timelapse in a way between where we started to where it ended (before the redesign version) off on past memories.

Left to Right: Before the War, Imprisonment/After the War, Metal Virus, Hospital.

Yep... Blue blur has gone through hell and back and he's still kicking.

#sonic au #digital art #sonic the hedgehog #One small detail I just have to point out tho: Imprisonment Sonic's physical body. Notice how... Thin it is. #Compare that to his previous self who has this full body #Not to mention the drastically pale blue - the glossy eyes - the dried blood and old bruises and dents - #The faint markings of bones sticking through #And then the Metal Virus memory... He's not there yet but you can tell his body is trying to recover #If only a zombie robot pandemic didn't force him to stop eating and just run for so long collapsing due to pain is common. #And then... The incident that led to him losing his left leg. That's an entire lore reason so GO READ THE COMIC! #(or at least that issue. Idk) #Sonic Cybernetic AU #🌸mine

[kagooleo]

some dragon quest sketchbook doodles! (2019-2020)

#kagoodles #dragon quest #dq11 #dq7 #dq2 #dq2 au #dq8 #I had a whole modern au with dq2 as well at one point #the windbreaker cape they fly off on i instead turned into a motorbike #alan doordash delivery moments #eight is also very gender to me + even cosplayed as him too (pre-pandemic tho) #should do more sketchbook doodles; i kinda miss the feel of drawing on paper

[inaris-pokemon-world]

Okay, I'm sorry if I'm not supposed to do this, but I can't help it! I love apocalyptic scenarios, so...

• The disease that plagues the lands and killed off most of the humans was man-made, and the project was called "Project Breathe." Millions of self-replicating AI-guided nanomachines that were designed to be more efficient at combating diseases than standard vaccinations. They spread through the air, much like the typical strategies employed by most pathogens, but they were supposed to do the exact polar opposite rather than make the host sick. When a host is infected, the machines do what they were programmed to do, or try to, but end up attacking the wrong targets and ending up destroying the host's body in the process. This infection has been given the street name "Red cough" since individuals who are infected often cough blood due to the damage being caused to their respiratory systems by the machines. Other symptoms include mild to severe intestinal distress and pain, mild to severe pain in certain muscles and joints, red and irritated eyes, mild to severe weakness and lack of energy for daily tasks, mild to severe delirium, and finally, death, which usually occurs during sleep and deep states of rest. Due to the strongly adaptive nature of the machines, they are notoriously elusive and difficult to treat using any currently known methods, making finding a cure highly unlikely. Their highly adaptive nature has also led to them jumping species to Pokemon, starting with the more "human-like mon" due to their similarities with humans in terms of anatomy and bodily functions, leading to a new strain of Red Cough that specifically infects Pokemon. The outbreak all started with a failed attempt by a group of individuals attempting to steal the canister containing Project Breathe, which ended up broken during their apprehension by the authorities and ended up infecting everyone on the scene, who then went on to spread the machines and begin the pandemic.

• Despite the span of time that went by, some humans still remain. Mostly the ones who lived in areas isolated from the general population, or the ones who prepared accordingly. Though they usually don't interact with others outside of their homes, Pokemon included, and are VERY antisocial when they have to go outside the confines of their homes. Actively and STRONGLY avoiding interaction with Pokemon and other humans out of fear of infection, but also because, as humans, the Red Cough isn't the only thing they have to worry about. As Pokemon have been taking over where humans have left off, some Pokemon grieve the loss of their human comrades, making efforts to preserve what remains of them while forming organizations devoted to seeking out any surviving humans and helping them stay alive, and hopefully ensuring the continuation of their existence, while other Pokemon blame humans for what is happening and are frankly glad that they're finally dying off, making humans out to be monsters and diseases of their own that should be eradicated at all costs while their numbers are still weak. This, in turn, adds to the many conflicts out there in the new world, simply adding to the chaos at times.

• It is entirely unknown why the Red Cough does not affect Inaris and her baby. Perhaps they hold the key to putting an end to the nightmare known as the Red Cough. Though it may mean they'd be, once again, locked away in another lab, for Arcuos knows how long, being likely subjected to various tests, pokes, and prods. And it is also unclear if they'll both be able to see the result of their contributions since sometimes, in order to make a miracle happen, a sacrifice must be made. Whether or not Inaris goes through with any of this is completely up to her, and it's also completely up to whoever approaches her with this proposal to be reasonable or unreasonable...

• Matcha and Inaris's other child are unfortunately not immune to the Red Cough. They can still catch it, suffer from it, and be killed by it.

Also, optional bonus: Can you draw Inaris, how you'd think she'd look in this AU, based on how you described her in the texts previously?

Here is the form Inari is seen in most often. It’s her go-to disguise because she can hold it longer than any other (since Raichu have similar anatomy to Mew). A lot of this overlaps with what I would do with the au (though I didn’t think of nanomachines, that’s really clever :0), though I will say Inari’s other child would also be immune to the disease because of [spoilers].

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