Oh old dp half zombie au from a month ago I think
Theres this other story like after Danny got bitten he went insane for like 3 months straight until he regained consciousness, just to see a barren, bloody, settlement infront of him.
“Why does my mouth taste like roadkill”
*proceeds to see the empty settlement*
“Oh shit”
Since it’s basically a zombie apocalypse, there would be more zombies than humans which freaked Danny out, which Maddie and Jack are now zombie hunters i guess, making basic yet enhanced weapons against the dead to make them STAY dead. So like he freaks out even more since it’s more of a no one knows au because Sam and tucker fled the scene when he got bit (if they were there of course).
I’m not really good at writing tbh but I hope this is somewhat understandable? Feel free to ask or add anything!
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You should doodle your hazard he’s a cutie pie
bwaaaa. i love them
as an extra treat here’s my personal notes that i reference when i draw them
personality wise i think they’re like. a himbo that just so happens to work for an evil guy and thus does evil things. generally nice to everyone that isn’t their direct enemy (you BETTER practice proper OSHA protocol in his presence though). very blunt and very honest. they can’t speak verbally (communicate via ASL) and even then he just doesn’t say much. likes to observe conversations.
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The Witch Queen - she of the Endless Night Shift, our lady of instant coffee, the keeper of the Book of Hastily Written IOUs - knew the end was nigh.
There were various clues and omens that had led her to this conclusion:
The neon lights of her favourite late-night chicken shop had started blinking at her in morse code.
The advertising screens at bus stops had started showing her an endless parade of life insurance offers.
And she had begun to see the pattern of her own skeleton in the river, drawn out in bones of the long-abandoned shopping trolleys that emerged at low tide.
But out of all of the signs, it was the fact that someone or something had set her squat on fire that really clinched it.
Worse still - none of her wards had been triggered, which meant that whatever had done this was some combination of exceptionally powerful, terrifyingly well prepared, or lucky to the point of being *fated*.
Thus, when the firefighters finally reached her, she knew that it was already too late. She knew, too, that any countercharms, dispellings, or general magical wrigglings that she attempted would only put her would-be rescuers in danger from her killer’s inevitable redundancies.
So she simply smiled weakly as she was carried from the wreck of charred drywall, melted optimism and grubby failed anarchism (it was a squat, after all) and drew wobbly runes of blessing on the firefighters’ uniforms in ash.
And when they placed an oxygen mask over her face, she breathed out instead of in and whispered a spell with the last crisped croak of her voice to trap in place her last breath.
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When they pulled *me* out of the fire, meanwhile, I lay there flopped like an upended plate of overcooked noodles until the firefighter gently placed the oxygen mask around my mouth and I slowly returned to reality.
I say ‘slowly’ here, not because it was taking me a while to recover from the smoke inhalation (although that was true too). No, I say ‘slowly returned to reality’ because on my first gasp pulled from the tank - the same tank into which the Witch Queen had stitched her last breath - *reality* was for sure not my first destination.
I experienced, at once, the birth and death of the planet. I felt my bones form out of stone and timber as the first cities rose. I was carried to oblivion as I tasted the first mildly toxic mushroom that someone ate *on purpose*. I heard the creak of bones of thousands of years of soul-calcifying labour; unrecognised, unthanked, utterly expected.
And I knew with all certainty that I had just become this city’s new Witch Prince/Princess.
Let me tell you: it was weird as hell, but after the agony of cinders and smoke ripping through my lungs? It was a real breath of fresh heir.
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Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again
Ayla Aescar ( @shepherds-of-haven ) and my own MC/Brightburner, Tysinno Maratis, as drawn by the wonderful and incredibly talented @serahlink. :') OTP of OTPs at the moment, I could talk about them for days if given half a chance and I'm not afraid to do it
if you're looking for an artist to commission, I can't recommend Link enough! he's amazingly talented and a delight to work with, and the money goes to the worthwhile cause of keeping his family afloat 🖤💕🖤
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This month @usnatarchives #hashtagparty is #ArchivesWomenInSTEM (forgive us for putting the hashtags in the text, Tumblr friends) — so we thought we'd highlight the brilliant sister of astronomer Tycho Brahe, Sophia Brahe. She was a horticulturist fluent in astronomy, medicine and chemistry and she often worked with her scientist brother.
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I just noticed, in your HHStargazers AU no one has pupils - except for Alastor and, if she's canon, Carmilla. Does that mean slit pupils are a sign of a demon in disguise?
Good eye! 👈👈👀 (Pun unintended.) Though I don't really plan for this trait to be repeatedly shared amongst the disguised demons. Mostly to not limit my designs to an obvious tell. But the slit pupils were indeed intentional flaws I added in for those two in particular. Because according to MY headcanon, both angels and demons are beings beyond human comprehension. Thus, it's only to be expected that even when they TRY to fit in, they'll be unable to keep EVERY aspect of their uncanny nature concealed. At best, they're imperfect imitations of what "normal" should be. It just so happens that in my AU, angels have a much easier time concealing most of their little quirks and oddities away than the sinners for my own reasons and as for WHY no one ever grew suspicious of the eye thing, it's because Charlie's curiosity could be easily curved. While for Lucius to point this out, he'll have to admit that he's been staring at Alastor's eyes a lot whenever he gets close enough to drown in the depths of his gaze and- EHEM!!! Which he's NEVER done, mind you! AhahaHAH- What slit pupils??? Never noticed those before. Nuh-uh. NO siree. NOPE! Lucius is normally so, SO normal about Alastors VERY much normal eyes in a TOTALLY normal amount of normal. A-ANYWAAAYS!!! Lucius would also be a hypocrite if he was bothered by them considering his own occupation and the people he's usually surrounded by (yet to be revealed). As for the other humans, Alastor doesn't care enough about their opinions for it to be a threat to him and people often just avoid the guy unnerving them with his creepy ass stare. So it's all good! Hope you like these bonus fun facts! 'Cause I have a feeling I left you with just as much questions as answers, but that's the fun of an ongoing story, yeah? Stay tuned~! 😉✨️ -Bubbly💙
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