Everyday Plague episode 6

A little bit of lore for you guys this time

Next week we dive deeper into plague dude's ✨childhood trauma✨

little guys ♡

The one feeling Doctor Zayne has been very familiar with as of late is fatigue. Exhaustion. His career, one he enjoys nonetheless, is working him to the very bone.

More often than not, he doesn’t arrive back to his apartment until well past midnight, sometimes even in the wee hours of the morning. However, even if it may be at an ungodly hour that Zayne eventually returns, the sight he is welcomed with seems worth it.

The man, by nature, is cold, aloof and rather austere. Icy, to most—except those he holds close, and at present, you’re the only one he’s got.

You always try to wait up for him, but sleep traps you before you can catch the beep of the front door’s code being recognised and the shuffling of feet.

Zayne’s come to expect this sight now. He’d enter, push off his shoes and run a hand through his dark hair, sighing tiredly, turning the corner for the living room. The lights would still be on, the TV playing but on mute, and your slumbering frame sprawled on the couch, neck at an undoubtedly uncomfortable angle.

Zayne rarely smiles, but it’s at moment like these when he feels the corners of his mouth curl up. It’s not significant, it’s nothing special, but it means something to him. He feels appreciated, even though you can never stay awake long enough to actually greet him at two in the morning.

He reaches for the remote, hitting the off button. Some hair has fallen into your wide-open mouth, one of your feet still slippered. He finds it endearing. Scooping you up, he quietly pads across the tiled floor in his tired socked feet for the bedroom, pushing the door open with his shoulder and entering. Zayne gently places you down upon the soft mattress, checking to make sure you didn’t stir. Your eyes remain tightly shut, breath even and deep.

He adjusts the pillow beneath your head to make sure it’s comfortable, pulling a blanket up over you. With a soft peck to the crown of your head, Zayne turns and makes his way for the bathroom, yawning, eager for a shower. He has about four hours of sleep before he has to head back to the hospital again for his next shift, and he’s practically falling asleep on his feet right now. God, I need a vacation.

With you, preferably. Out somewhere remote, maybe tropical, with hammocks to relax in and just chat idly over a glass or two of sangria. Maybe while the night away, lost in each other’s arms. Have slow coffee mornings and a day on the sand, soaking in the sun. Fantasies he’s more than willing to achieve if it means you have a wonderful time with him. Zayne smiles to himself in the mirror while brushing his teeth. It’d be nice.

You’re still snoring softly away once he’s finished in the bathroom, shuffling under the covers beside you. He draws you into his arms, leaning into your warmth, feeling his exhausted limbs relax from your familiar scent. Even with such humble, modest simplicities—they’re the small moments that get him through the day. Knowing you’ll be waiting for him, knowing he can put a hard day behind him and welcome the new one eagerly. If it’s with you, he’d never give up his mundane, draining daily routine for the world.

me: i should rest,,,had a long day ,,,,tired

my brain: lmao what if u drew lesbian sleeping beauty and big bad wolf

me:

“Sometimes, at the most unfortunate times, I think about us. I picture us outside and I wouldn’t bring much attention to these thoughts if it were simply us standing in the open but it’s much more than that. I imagine you and me in another life; a life were we do laundry together and go grocery shopping. I see myself cooking breakfast for you and I see you setting the table. I imagine waking up next to you every morning and going to sleep beside you every night. Such small trivial things but in every thought we’re happy, — it’s silly isn’t it?”

good morning, hope your day is going well, anyways do you ever think about -

"For you, the world, phil"

and

"I'll be your arms"

Im so excited to see what kinda cat Floyd has. In my heart i want it to be just as insane as him. But also I want him to have a cat he can just swing around in his arms.

Floyd’s cat occupies my mind rent free! <3 he has a little sphinx cat and he adores how “weird” his cat is (his words). he started by making fun of this different looking hairless cat and eventually fell in love with the kitty, because the cat has the audacity to be hairless and exist in cute clothes!! Prune gets to wear all the clothes and is bathed regularly by Floyd who you have to remind to not take on eel form and yo get out your bathtub.

I will stand by this, no matter what anyone believe… floyd and jade absolutely love “different” animals, and floyd would adore a hairless breed. he thinks they’re such weird funky little guys and would ABSOLUTELY bully the cat. the cat has no clue what he’s saying but he’s bullying a cat and then bites the ankle of another student who dares say the same, like one of those only i bully you type. o(｀ω´ )o

he eventually learns from you more about the breed, and Prune is his cat now. he is surprisingly gentle at bathing the cat, the breed needing frequent washes, and despite his own body temperature being cooler than most he likes to dress Prune up in outfits and hold her!! his kitty is relatively relaxed and does allow arm swinging and Floyd to just have a mood swing and cuddle, very soothing and calm presence in her sweater. however other times she gets kitty zoomies and floyd gets so excited and matches her mood!! fair warning: run. furniture may be demolished. ∑(ﾟДﾟ)

honestly could ramble for ages.. about my own cat dynamics i haven’t written and adore. especially want to write a longer fic style maybe in august about the first years working at the cat cafe! would anyone be interested? ace, deuce, jack, epel, ortho, sebek, grim :)) centric?

Me trying to exist when I remeber A Plague Tale Requiem exists:

I know that all of the BAU members get hurt or kidnapped, but what makes Revelations especially sad is that if Reid died in that episode, the only people who would truly care are his team members.

His mom wouldn't actually remember, maybe when she's lucid but we know eventually she'd forget.

That makes it extra painful.

making edits in your head for a nonexistent show adaption about an au of fictional characters that exists solely in your head is another level

Everyday Plague episode 4

I hope you guys like this one, I've been trying to introduce some lore into these upcoming episodes I've been working on (if you wanna see the thing plague guy says lmk)

Still unable to work on utau recording and such, but that didn’t stop me from constantly thinking about revamping Schaf☺️🌸✨💖💕

i find her autism compelling.

😇 blorbo

I mean.... Do I need to even say it?? She's the love of my life 😍

made a new carrd hiiii! :}

Cas and hunger and love and how he cannot differentiate except because when he was under Famine influence, the body prevailed (hunger as in food), but the confused mind/grace wanted reciprocation/concordance (hunger as in desire— him asking Dean whether he’s affected).

It’s not even dominance (‘you should show me some respect’ vs Godstiel who doesn’t seem to care for Dean on his knees). He’s infinite so it only stands to reason that he’d try to consume, but he’s not a leviathan. He feels hunger, but he won’t even try to bite.

He always seem so sorrowful until he makes it clear that he is a warrior, that he can destroy and kill — but then he’s playing along with the Winchesters.

He has seen most of history, the fish leaving the ocean, yet he’s been lobotomised again and again, which is almost comical. There is so much to him, and yet we see basically none of it. And it suffices. Because he’s trapped in a loop of rebellion and wisdom and forgetting. Until he isn’t. He’s infinity reduced to a singular point and that’s breaking my mind.