#what is this even

[missmisdemeanor]

it's literary incest girl summer

#lana says #what is this even

[purplekissinger]

Hungry heart

Your yandere is the 'hide the zombie bite' type of guy. 

TW: yandere themes, disease themes (if that makes you nervous please proceed with caution. I personally wrote this to cope with fear of zombie virus). Angst at first, wholesome then. Also my english is hrr drr eww.

‘I bet my ass you were bitten,’ you said coldly.

One couldn’t look at Michael without tears. From the very morning he looked… unwell. He clearly had a fever, and a strong one; despite this, he did his best to cheer you up and even tried to make awkward jokes, but when he thought you weren’t looking, he would quickly roll up the sleeve of his sweater and look at his wrist anxiously. His (more so than usual) erratic behavior made it straight up obvious. You put two and two together easily and played along with him for a while, but honestly? All this would be charming if it weren't lethal.

It seemed impossible for Michael to blush any more than he already was, and yet he managed.

‘Biten?! What do you mean?’ his nervous laughter turned into a strained cough, but he immediately pulled himself together. ‘It's because of the flu, right? Y/N, I swear, I’m just a bit under the weather. Yesterday it was terribly cold…’

‘In the middle of July?’ you raised an eyebrow. ‘By the way, since when do you wear sweaters in the summer?’

‘I love this sweater, after all, you gave it to me!’ Michael exclaimed passionately. Well, at least that was true. ‘Our 32nd date, remember?’ he added dreamingly. 

‘Don’t change the subject, Michael, you’re being ridiculous,’ said you tiredly. That was hell of a night, with him, covered in cold sweat, restless and moaning, clinging to you like there's no tomorrow (and there probably wasn't). ‘Please, show me your arm. Just let me see the bite and be over it.’

Michael hid his arm behind the back quickly and forced a smile. He never was a good liar. 

'Y/N, honey, you h-have to believe me,' he choked on his own words with another cough, much stronger this time, and that cough was louder than words. When he could breathe again, you looked straight into his eyes, and whatever he read on your face made him let out a small sob.

“Michael,” you said with an unusual harshness in your voice. If he chose to be a little whiner, you should have taken responsibility for you two. “I'm literally traveling through abandoned cities with my crazy stalker who just won't shut up about how exactly he was obsessing over me before the zombie apocalypse. Is there anything else left that we are hiding from each other?”

He shook his head, unable to speak.

“Was that a yes or no?”

“No,” Michael whispered and, with a gesture full of despair, hid his burning face in his hands. His shoulders shuddered slightly.

You took a small step forward and reached your hand forward as if to comfort him.

“Michael,” you whispered. “Michael, hush, please.”

He peeked at you through his fingers with both horror and hope. You finally placed your hand on his shoulder and gently stroked it.

“Hush, no need to twitch. Unlike someone, I don’t bite,” you smiled weakly. And at that moment he finally lost it and burst into tears in full force. You held him tightly, hugging him with all your strength, feeling his fever rise and knowing that even now you would never leave him. Especially now.

* * *

“I thought you were above the “hiding a zombie bite” trope,” you joked awkwardly as you bandaged Michael’s arm with a clean cloth. At this point it wouldn't help him any more than a bar of chocolate, but at least he'd spend this day as a human being and not as a scared abandoned pet.

“I am, in fact,” he said and gave you a small smile. “Would it be any other group of survivors, I wouldn’t hide it.”

"Oh?!" you poked his shoulder playfully. “Do you particularly hate me or what?”

"No, not at all!" he said quickly. His mood seemed to have changed for the better now. “Not at all, Y/N, really. I... just don't want this to end. I don’t want us to end.”

He definitely needed painkillers. You turned to the cabinet where the medications were kept.

"Explain yourself."

“Everything... Absolutely everything was going so perfectly,” Michael said sadly. “You and I are finally together, alone in the whole world. Everything was as I always dreamed. You have only me, I have only you, no one and nothing can separate us and we will never part. It was heaven. I just didn't want this to end. Not now, not ever. Y/N, I swear, I have never been happier than during the zombie apocalypse.”

“My friend, you're not right in the head,” you rolled your eyes.

He grinned. “Tell me something I don't know. But really, I was utterly happy all this time. Were you?" he looked up at you.

“You can be funny sometimes,” the corner of your mouth twitched.

“Was funny,” he sighed. “I think this is how we should say it now.”

“No, this isn’t,” you said sternly. “Open your mouth now and drink this. That's it, good boy. What if you come back as a friendly zombie?”

Michael laughed in disbelief. “It doesn’t work that way,” he said. “No matter how much I adore you now, I will forget everything very soon. I'll be just as dead as before I met you, only… deader. Although, of course, the thought of eating you has always been tempting...”

“You’re terrible,” you snorted. "No, seriously though. I’m positive that something will remain? You may not be able to learn nuclear physics, but you will remember at least something, and, of course, I will help you with this.”

The meaning of your words did not reach him right away. Then Michael shook his head furiously.

“Y/N, no,” he said pleadingly. “Don't even think about it. It's too dangerous."

"Why not?" you shrugged. If he chose to be a little whiner, all you have left was to save both of you. “We’ll find you a nice collar and gag. Would you prefer it pink or black?”

“This is not a joke,” he protested, and then he realized that you weren’t joking.

…You sat there, hugging each other, thinking about tomorrow with horror, but also with hope.

“Promise me,” Michael whispered. “I don’t care if it’s pink or black, but it should have a “Y/N's Personal Property” tag.’

You kissed his cheek tenderly.

"Promise".

#yandere oc #yandere x reader #zombie apocalypse #zombie x reader #yandere zombie #tw yandere #as an author i swear he did came back as a friendly zombie and everything was fine #warm bodies but on crack #what is this even

[justcommander]

No no no, Tiffany still doesn't seem to know how to kiss! She needs some lessons from Lisa, obviously! (Love ur art btw. this is kinda a drawing prompt but you dont have to if you don't want to. have a good V-day!)

This silly thing became a fucking series I swear. Seriously. Like... look: Continuation from this and this I guess

As usual I don't make things seriously. And would you look at that, I think now Tiffany wants all 3. Now that's a situation. Anyway, thank you so much Anonymous.

#faith the unholy trinity #john ward #gary miller #lisa pearson #tiffany robinson #what is this even #i like how in one pic there's the whole dynamic of these ships #just represented very stupidly as my usual #well #again thank you and happy v-day to you too #even if a bit late. #my art #anonymous

[heyitsrink]

Fool's Fate but make it Death Metal

Inspired by yet another unhinged RotE discord convo from a while back.

#fool's fate goes hard #fitz would have been a metal head for sure #realm of the elderlings #rote #fool's fate #the tawny man trilogy #death metal typography #what is this even #fanart? kind of? #fan typography?? #custom typography #fun fact I work professionally as a graphic designer and this is a good representation of the kind of work I typically do #most of my clients tend to want a more grunge/zine style aesthetic and I'm 100% here for it #but it's a lot different from my very cute and wholesome comic style #some rink lore for ya I guess lolol

[yridenergyridenergy]

Shinya: "Yesterday, we had a birthday party for people born in February or March. 🎂Congratulations to everyone🎉🎉🎉"

Kyo: "I'm not invited."

Shinya: "The people of Dir en grey are kind of rude 🙄"

#what is this even #京 #Kyo #Shinya #Dir en grey #Twitter #interaction #birthdays

[bayfuzzball7050]

If you want to idk

Like mid way through this I made fnf grown shizuka

Fun fact!: I was listening to ballenato while I made this

#jjba #:3 #jjba fanart #my art #jjba santana #jjba shizuka #shizuka joestar #what is this even #actually bbg #I wouldn’t mind if you became a common requester(? #idk if that word even exists #doodles #silly sketches #doodle requests

[ask-spacehero13]

*breaks into the space ship and steals all your biscuits.* I'm sorry but I'm British now. Good bye. >:)

#anon i want you to know i laughed my ass off when reading this ask #what is this even #bnha ask blog #ask blog #ask box open #new ask blog #my hero academia #bhna #mha #my art #rp blog #answered asks #bhna asks #bhna ask blog #mha ask blog #mha 13 #mha thirteen #thirteen

[shadowofmyselfs]

Been booping people for a few minutes now and I feel so overwhelmed with luv

#boop #what is this even #ideas of march #let's do stab next time #cat #cats of tumblr #cats #april fool's day

[unhingedlesbear]

No idea what caused this but I found an image of some guy walking 6 German shepherds and it reminded me of that one run of the Quarry I did where everyone was infected and nobody was cured. Except Abi bc she’s always cured. So I guess now she has 6 stupid dogs.

Left to right: Jacob, Max, Emma, Nick, Kaitlyn, Dylan

#the quarry #abigail blyg #jacob custos #max brinly #emma mountebank #nick furcillo #kaitlyn ka #dylan lenivy #what is this even #why is she wearing sunglasses? Don’t ask me

[snippit-crickit]

SDJHAG loosing my mind i was at a children toys store and found this gambling kit for kids dfdafwhAT other, honorable mentions (DOG)

#photo #silly #what is this even #not art #paw patrol

[eagle-raider]

I did a thing!

I wrote! So I don't know what's taken over me, but I did a thing. This is really rough because I haven't touched my keyboard for unwork related stuff in a year, be gentle. Please.

This would probably be slotted in chapter whatever after the next chapter of EOTB (does that even make sense?). I had this scene in my head since 2020. For your viewing pleasure.

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It had been a few hours since Kassandra had found her, the angry winds had turned into a howling storm that had forced them to find shelter in one of the abandoned houses from the village on the outskirts of the valley.

Lara hadn’t taken her eyes away from Kassandra, not when they took off their armor, not when she broke a wooden chair and used its legs to feed the fire, and especially not now, as they laid near the makeshift fireplace, face to face.

“What is it with you and the staring?”

Lara shrugged one shoulder, her eyes trailing across Kassandra’s throat. “I've missed you.” she saw it bob with Kassandra’s snort.

“Shouldn't I be the one saying that. I haven't seen you in months.”

Her fingers rose, curling around a strand of Lara's hair and tucking it behind her ear before cupping Lara’s cheek. Kassandra felt Lara lean into her touch, but not close her eyes.

“It wasn't you,” she said simply.

That, Kassandra knew all too well. Her lips twitched up in a half-smile. "You can tell us apart?"

She had expected a pointed stare, a scoff at the mere notion that Lara couldn't possibly tell Kassandra from her younger self. But Lara only took a deep breath, and blinked slowly before nodding.

Her curiosity picked, Kassandra decided to investigate further. "What gives it away?"

"The eyes," Lara said, her own trailing across Kassandra’s face.

She was taking her in, committing every little mole, crevice and scar to memory, like she hadn’t done so with her lips already. Kassandra felt the weight of Lara’s gaze like a physical touch.

A gust of wind whistled through the gaps of the old wood covering the window. Kassandra suppressed a shiver.

"I look at you differently," she conceded, carrying on their discussion. That made sense.

Lara shook her head, "Not just me. Everything. There's…" she trailed off, pursing her lips. "Longing. Melancholia in the way you look at the world. This world."

Like you’ve already lost it.

“There’s wonder as well,” Lara’s eyes were shining chocolate brown under the firelight. She smiled fondly, “Like you’re rediscovering things for the first time.”

Kassandra could only nod along. “I am. There’s so much I had forgotten, or made myself forget…” she wouldn’t have been able to keep sane, if not for that.

“I know,” Lara whispered, inching closer as she ran her fingers through Kassandra’s hair. “I understand.”

For so long, Kassandra had wished she could have had just a drop of the Lethe river. To ease her mind, let her sorrows drift along, to be carried away by the currents.

“Do you wish you could forget things?” she asked, the thought now entering her mind. “From your past?”

Lara’s fingers kept their motion, but her eyes had lost their focus, staring at the dip of Kassandra’s throat. She mulled over the question for a long time, letting the cracking and popping sound of burning wood fill the silence between them, along with the pitter patter of the rain outside.

“No.”

Kassandra perked up. “No?”

Lara shook her head and wetted her lips. “My memories, they… they made me who I am,” her voice was low, but certain. “They’ve carried me, they've protected me. They’ve shaped me. And they’ve led me here. To you,” she smiled. “I wouldn’t change a thing. I don’t want to forget. I won’t.”

“I love you.”

Lara’s widening eyes was the only indication of what had just come out of Kassandra’s mouth. Rather than let panic creep and nestle between her ribs to squeeze at her heart, Kassandra repeated it.

“I love you,” and because this still felt like it wasn’t enough somehow, she added, “Please never forget it.”

This wasn’t how (or when, or where) Kassandra wanted it to happen, but she refused to take it back.

Lara hadn’t said anything yet, but the initial torpor was gone. Something flashed in her eyes, then slowly, timidly her lips curved up, revealing the most beautiful smile Kassandra had ever seen.

“I won’t.”

#What is this even #Kassandra #Lara Croft #Eotb #Fanfic #Eye of the beholder #I don't know don't ask me #I'm not sure I got their voices right #But I finally wrote something #writing

[quicktimeeventfull]

opening my email at midnight bc our manager occasionally changes our in office days around civic holidays to discover she appears to have forgotten i booked time off and also has changed our starting time to 8:30 for some reason

#what is this even #our building closes early this month apparently #just let us leave half an hour early oh my god

[2charmides2furious]

aw FUCK yeah. just what i needed to see.

#rb #giggles #explodes #what is this even #is this anything #jareth #labyrinth 1986 #jareth the goblin king #no because i literally found this on pintrest? #Ok Slay Queen #go crazy with this

[crimson-phantom-designs]

I don't know what just popped in my head but here have a small drabble of two grown men acting like children. @rom-e-o you might enjoy this. XD

That Cratchit has zero care, he has seen some sh#t by this point.

~~~~~

Ebenezer had stepped out for a business run to see Francis wasn't in his office sitting across his desk anymore.

"Oh bloody hell, no." Ebenezer groaned, immediately tense and nervously watchful. His guard went up as he backed up for the door. What one would naturally assume the man stepped out wasn't usually the significant intent of such sudden disssappance.

Ebenezer poked back out his office warily, catching the eyes of his assistant. "Cratchit, did Dr.Osman step out?" He tried to ask properly, not showing his unease.

"No Sir..." He then add as Scrooge just stared at him blankly. "Is something wrong, Sir."

"Oh- no. Everything's fine. Continue on..." Ebenezer faked a tight smile as he went back into his office and softly closed the door, looking about carefully with a low brow. "Damn..." He muttered rough but quietly.

He always found it unsettling yet impressive how a man of Francis formitable stature could manage to dissappear without trace or sound- but in such a small space?...

"Francis this isn't funny, you better not..." He tried to sound stern as a small uncomfortable noise came out instead. He clutched his hand to his chest as he keenly looked about the small space for impossible hides to then return to his desk with a sigh.

Unsucuessful and now feling quite foolish of his jumpy upset, Ebenezer settled in his chair easing a sigh. He assumed the man just managed to slip out, much to his annoyance, his assistance hadn't caught that.

Yet as he was settling in his chair to return to work, a flash of movement caught his eye. He looked down just as eyes looked up while hands shot below the desk, grabbing his thighs. What's firm grip yanked Ebenezer forward in less than a fire flash, pulling him off the chair and under before he could process anything but a startled jump and a scream.

The loud screech cracks through the walls with a hard thump on hardwood that preceded laughing mixed with loud, unintelligible scolding. Cratchit sighs long with a head shake and returns to his work just as someone had walked through the door, catching part of the rumble.

"Oh Mr.Crachit, did you bring your children to work today? That's adorable. Where are they?"

"He's in the back office." Cratchit just said monotone, not looking up from his ledger. "Do you have an appointment I can mark you for?"

"Oh-... Yes-?" The man stared horribly confused.

Cratchit marks him in, speaking casually. "I would knock first..."

~~~~~

#what is this even #I'm trying to work on something serious #scroogeposting #oc francis osman #scrooge fanfiction #scrooge x oc #scrooge 2022 #scrooge a christmas carol

[lavender-long-stories]

This is how it starts. @nikandrros is not the muse we wanted but the muse we needed :P

#nari i blame you #what is this even #I know my Sasuke is always tiered and want to be retired but #It could work #but girl I have 5 stories and like 4 we have schemed for that aren't released #I need to finish something #I don't want umbrellas and death wishes to end ever #my heart #my babies #my soft sweet babies KisaHina and my sad babies ItaHina

[cryingatships]

They've taken the live only to replace it with this monstrosity

no thank you, just my house's patio will do

#tumblr #we killed the live but at what cost #what is this even