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field-of-gemstones · 5 months
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sometimes people are annoying
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abbeyofcyn · 8 months
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Krang infection 42
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bbviiwg · 3 months
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Dream fever - Character sheet
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ruusukultakruunu · 3 months
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One tough mare.
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Infection au part 4: Outbreak
the infection is no longer confined. you all get a little writing blip to enjoy as well :D pictures are at bottom. Tw blood/gore and disturbing imagery. also implied death. because of the amount of blood.
It had been several days since Dream, swap and Ink Found Cross lying on the ground. Several days since one of their enemies started pleading with them to help with something. Cross had been an emotional wreak the entire time. It almost hurt for Dream to be near him.
The panic and terror was overwhelming. Of course that didn't stop people saying this was some elaborate plan by Nightmare to do some sort of evil. Dream knew this wasn't true though. The emotions where real enough.
Right now though Dream was making his way to the room cross was in. It was really a glorified prison cell but at least it wasn't as bad as it could have been, considering Cross was a part of the most feared gang in the entire multiverse.
Dream stopped to greet the guards and was let in. The room wasn't lavish by any means but it had a bit of coziness to it, or maybe that was just his hopeful thinking. Cross was sitting on the bed picking at the magic canceling cuffs.
He looked up and spotted Dream. A mix of emotions always came from him whenever he was aware of the guardians prescience. There was an immediate sense of distrust and wariness but also a bit of reluctant hope. Even if he disliked dream he was aware that he was more likely to help than others.
"hey Cross" Dream said, his voice friendly.
Cross nodded in response. "what does the council say.."
"They still think it's a trap Cross." Dream sounded regret seep into his voice. He had to admit his story was rather hard to believe.
A look of anger Appeared on Cross's face. He looked like he was about to scream something in frustration but was interrupted by a guard opening the door. "Dream, we have reports of Nightmare and his team attacking underswap." Dream was confused. Normally he could sense the presence of his brother outside of wherever he his his base. Dream was then aware of the sudden increase of negativity in his friends au. Nightmare had never attacked such a positive au, doing so might have weakened him enough to risk capture or defeat. "I'm Coming, where is Blue and Ink?" Dream said heading to the door with a sense of urgency. Cross grabbed his arm making the guard step forward. "Dream please, Don't... just... Just you have to help Them- Don't let them get You. You can't help them if you end up infected- " The guard pressed the spear against cross's chest threateningly. He let go of dream and backed off. "Please- " Dream Nodded and left the room not fully understanding what exactly cross was asking him. The feeling of unease grew in his soul as he also felt the negativity in under swap rising. He found Swap waiting for him with Ink. The skeleton was obviously impatient to get going. the only thing stopping his was likely the fact he couldn't fight Nightmare's gang on his own. Dream made a portal and stepped through with his teammates. The terror dream sensed once he walked through was enough to make him stumble. It was so strong- "Dream..." Blue sounded shocked and fearful.. Dream looked up he wished he hadn't
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btw there are more infected atm. several actually. The gang didn't stay in the castle very long after cross left this is just the first big attack. I couldn't draw all the infected currently attacking and they aren't very big to the story. The Infection has been spreading a bit under the radar.
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caseybeets · 3 months
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You know what? cupcaked your toy chica
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washeduprockstr · 2 months
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But still the mind
Rejecting this new empty space
Fills it with something or someone
No closer could I be to God
Or why he would do what he's done
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nobrainonlyfish · 2 months
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Apple bloom (and definitely not the amoeba eating her brain!) craves the sweet enbrace of well water.
How she'll get out once she reaches the water...who cares, definitely not apple bloom!
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hoglinz · 1 year
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the mind as a territory (happy [late] exile anniversary)
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invisibletuxedo-arts · 3 months
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Lots of people were making art in @maudiemoods magma based on the my little pony Infection AUs that are going around right now! I thought I'd toss my hat in the ring and grime up Little Kindness !
STATUS: INJURED, SAFE
STRESS: 43%
HEALTH: 73%
HUNGER: 15%
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hamsamwich23 · 3 months
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Is scout in the infection au by any chance?
If so what's going on with them, (ps if their infected I would see it as growing mild amounts if black mold in their felt)
OKAY SO
Scout IS in the au, and she's also a hybrid like Unreality Scout. However
That's because Riley reused parts of Rosco to make her.
Riley wanted to try to make something, or someone immune to the virus, and was also heavily grieving over dog (still is), and used some parts to make Scout so he would "live on" in a sense.
Infected au Scout has Rosco's ears and tail, his strength, sense of smell, and can eat other infecteds if necessary. Both of her hands are clawed (instead of only one hand for UnrealityScout) (the clawed hands also have beans kinda like Rosco's). She was exposed to the virus and survived, she's immune, but she was still mutated a bit. She has a split mouth and corrosive acid saliva, which helps in breaking down the infected.
She also has a short ponytail instead of pigtails
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[⚠️ tw: sewerslide mention/implied ⚠️]
Part Twenty-Two
Sweetiebelle ran, unable to look back as she came to the stop at the edge of a cliff. She was panting heavily, tears pouring down her face.
She just lost everyone close to her. The infected were right. They should have given up hope. There was no way they could win. Sweetie just wanted to see her friends again. She wanted to see her sister. Fluttershy got to see her friends at least.
Sweetie took a step back, one of her back hooves slipping slightly off the side of the cliff.
...This could work. She wouldn't give those monsters the satisfaction of killing her. She'd let them starve.
With a deep breath, she backed up fully, air whipping past her body as she fell. Her eyes closed, images of her best friends and her sister flashing in her mind. She smiled to herself. She'd see them soon.
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The infected ponies have won.
But without a food source of magic, they would be forced to starve, just like Sweetiebelle thought. So in the end... Sweetie had found a way to defeat them.
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softestmidnight · 2 months
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Practice edit of my kin, Fluttershy. I based the style off of My Little Worms because I really like the art direction the creator of the AU took. Anyways, I might make more of these with the other characters.
(And before you ask, while my Fluttershy and the Worm!Fluttershy do have very similar clothing choices, this design is supposed to be an upgrade of my black jacket Fluttershy design from like one year ago. I didn't actually realize how close this design was until I actually looked at the fanart, I always thought that she was wearing a normal jacket in the second half of My Little Worms).
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bbviiwg · 1 month
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She is in a better place now.
Sorry, I'm supeer late, I almost died 😔 but I'm alive now
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Question for infected au. Has anyone tried to use fire against the infected? Molotovs or maybe fire-tipped weaponry? Explosives and such would probably do some good damage (I love this au <3)
it is technically effective... but fire is rarely ever used.
comic thing below. tw implied burning. kind of dark.
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text: I panicked I didn't know how much you would suffer I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry
Dream has been very against using fire in fighting the infected,
sorry for the incredibly angst no comfort reply.
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the-graves-family · 7 months
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13. Infection | "I don't feel so good."
“Vi…?”
The axe stops a fraction of an inch before it hits the wood, and Victor carefully drops it before he turns around. His little brother is standing out in the snow, clumsily bundled in a thick blanket, looking absolutely miserable.
“Colin, you know you can’t be out here when I’m cutting wood.” It’s far too dangerous for a five-year-old to be close by when there’s splinters and sharp objects involved, no matter what Father says. “You have to wait inside.”
“But I’m cold.”
Ever the patient older brother, Victor doesn’t point out that being outside in the middle of winter is not going to make his little brother feel any warmer. Instead, he sighs and trudges to where Colin is standing, gently herding him back into the cabin. Father and Uncle have left with their youngest brother for a doctor’s appointment in the city, and it will be a couple of days before they return.
The house is freezing cold, and yet it feels warmer than when Father is home.
A poorly-hidden cough breaks him out of his thoughts, and he blinks down at Colin. Oh dear. Getting sick was not ideal at the best of times, although Father isn’t there to witness it, at least. Now all he has to do is make sure Colin gets better before the adults return.
He can do this. He’s twelve. He should be able to do this all alone.
“Are you feeling ill?” Victor asks gently, crouching down and putting his hand on his brother’s forehead. Which very quickly turns out to be a mistake, because his fingers are extremely cold from being outside without gloves; it means he can’t get an accurate feeling for the boy’s temperature, and it means that Colin is now fussing about being even colder.
“Vic, I’m cold!”
“Right, of course. I’m sorry, Colin,” he murmurs, before gathering his brother in his arms and moving him to the couch. “Don’t move, alright?”
He’d only planned to replace the wood they’d used to stay warm at night so that Father wouldn’t notice it being gone, but now he realises he’s going to have to use a lot more to keep the cabin even marginally comfortable. But that doesn’t matter, right now. He’ll gladly stay the night awake chopping wood if that means Colin can get better.
Victor grabs as many logs as he can carry and rushes back inside, hoping they’re dry enough to catch. His brother has not moved from the sofa, still looking pretty sickly. He feels awful for not noticing it sooner, and the guilt sits heavy in his stomach as he slowly coaxes a fire into being. With a sigh, he watches it for a few moments, just to make sure it’s not going to die out, before moving to the kitchen.
They’re not supposed to use the stove, but Victor is fairly sure he can put it back the way he found it. Nobody would have to know. Replacing the lemon he’s going to have to use for tea is going to be a challenge, but he can’t focus on that right now.
As the water boils, he feels the weight of everything crushing him, but he tries to shake it off. His brother needs him.
Father had taken the key to the pantry, so he can’t add honey into the tea, but he hopes it will still help. Carefully, he brings a steaming mug out to Colin, who has only moved to settle more comfortably on the couch.
“Here, be careful. It’s really hot,” he warns as he holds the mug to the boy’s mouth so he can take a sip. He doesn’t want to burn him. That would be terrible.
His hands are still cold, and his fingers hurt from holding the axe so tightly for so long, but he’s the eldest son. He has duties he needs to attend to. The house must be spotless before Father comes home, or Colin will be the one to suffer. Victor wishes he could just stay by his brother’s side, but there’s no way he can do that, replace the firewood, do his schoolwork, and make sure the house is in order.
Colin coughs again and looks at him with wide, tearful eyes.
“You’re not going to tell Father, are you?” 
It breaks him, just a little bit.
“Of course not, Colin,” Victor assures him, petting his hair, feeling the what radiating off his skin, this time. Hopefully it’s just a small bug, something quick and painless. Father will not be happy if they have to leave for the doctor again. “He’s never going to know.”
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