#oc: gabriel walker

[josephslittledeputy]

WIP... Oh shit, its actually Wednesday??

Tagged by @wrathfulrook @clicheantagonist @marivenah @cassietrn @the-silver-chronicles @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat and I thiiiiink that's it... sorry if you've tagged me & you're not on here, its been a hot minute since I've posted a wip wednesday & my memory is basically Swiss cheese

Tagging anyone who wants to self indulgently share a WIP! Feel free to tag me, I love to read new stuff :)

**Also terribly sorry in advance cause this turned out to be a bit longer than I thought it would be**

WIP 1: OG Verse - fun times with Celeste & Gabriel

He has to resist the urge to throttle her, lest he ruin the inside of his house filled with years of carefully handpicked items, ones he held a certain fondness for. "You ruined my life, Celeste. Or do you not recall?” "Your life?" She tilts her head in mock curiosity. "What life? The one where you were sent anywhere they told you to go, like some mongrel with a barely slackened leash?" “Excuse me?" “We can pretend otherwise. Keep up the illusion that your life was marvelous, picture perfect even. But we both know the truth, don't we?" She takes a step closer. “You were nothing but the High Council’s defanged pup. Cluelessly doing their bidding before I freed you. If anything, you should be thanking me." "Thanking you?" He clenches and unclenches his fist in an attempt to suppress his anger. "Hate me if you must, fight me even, but do it later. Right now we must get out of here. If they do not know where I am yet, they soon will. What do you think will happen once they realize one of their precious dhamphirs has been under their nose this whole time?"

Celeste truly is the nicest individual you'll ever meet :))

Including this little snippet from Gabriel's pov as well cause idk, I just really like it

Unbidden worry strikes him. He listens, waits, and when his ears pick up the sound of soft, even breathing he lets out a breath of his own. Celeste and the baby were still there, unharmed, perhaps even sleeping. It brings an odd sense of comfort, reminiscent of times long forgotten, times he didn’t want to remember. If he did, he’d have to remember what brought them to a halt in the first place and he had a job to do. Grief and old wounds had no place here, at least not at the moment. Kicking his boots off, he treks into the bathroom and gently closes the door behind him. It’s a simple design: Shower to his left, toilet to his right, and a sink with a mirror above it directly across from the door. Leaning against the sink, he ruffles his short, black hair that's shaved on the sides and traces his fingers over an old, faded scar. It runs down almost the whole length of his face, going over his left eye and stopping just shy of the corner of his mouth. Overlapping it is another, only this one goes across his face horizontally, over the bridge of his nose and from cheek to cheek. The only thing that remains of the old Gabriel are his blue eyes, once full of life and mischief, now faded and dull. Turning away from his visage, he heads toward the shower and turns it on, stripping down while he waits for the water to heat up. He doesn’t need a mirror to see the multitude of scars and tattoos that adorn his body. Aching for another drink—if only to dull his senses and lingering memories once more—he curbs the yearning and steps beneath the water.

WIP 2: They Watch From The Pews

Willa squirms, trying to dodge cold fingers that reach out to trace over the letters, caressing them with a sadistic fascination that makes her stomach curdle in disgust. Disgust quickly transforms into a desperation to get away once he finally reveals the knife kept hidden behind his back. “Usually I’d peel the sin off but… I think this will suit you much better, don't you?" Pressing the tip of his blade into her skin, he teasingly drags it across her skin. "Tell me, Deputy, how did you feel when you got the news of Samuel's death?" "Chipper." She spitefully answers with a sneer. John heaves a dramatic sigh and presses the blade down harder, prompting tiny beads of blood to bubble up as he traces over the letters of her tattoo. "You can make this easier for yourself, you know." "I've heard that before. Got me a bullet to the leg." "Because you ran. My men only acted accordingly." "Fuck you and your men, pussy." "My, what a mouth on you." He tuts and makes a deeper cut. Her teeth sink into the leather in her mouth, denying him the satisfaction of hearing her make a noise. Without pause, he moves onto the second letter, brows scrunched up in concentration as he goes over the lines again and again. It isn’t until he’s on the last letter that she finally breaks with a muffled groan. He stops, lifting his eyes from his work. “Comfortable?”

John & Willa are bonding so well. Truly, I think they're starting to get along!

#**wips subject to change** #nah i thought it was tuesday today like... huh #anyway guess what guys i actually have stuff for wip wednesday! granted its not that great but ehh we tryin & thats all that counts #i love when docs will put a red underline under my words like... hunni if that aint a word it is now!! #ohhhh gabriel may be taking celestes shit now but just wait for it... hes a man who suppresses his anger until it builds and blows <3 #i need gabriel like a dog needs a bone ya feel? (shh dont look at me...) #Cel & Gabriel's past history is interesting and a bit convoluted (yes; they fucked) #also i love writing willa bc im like 'how many times can i make her swear? yes!' she just doesnt care anymore #shes feral & angry & shes finally indulging in it #also willas overreacting it was a bullet GRAZE not a bullet WOUND** #meanwhile johns like 'hehe knife time while i interrogate you bestie! <3' #wanted to include some stuff from Sparrows fic too but ah well. maybe next time #ok tag spam done SORRY #oc: celeste night #oc: gabriel walker #oc: willa rook

[tokillamockingbird427]

Crack idea

Alex walker x Mich Rorke

Jesus this is such a soap opera bullshit scenario... Both Elias and Rorke get a wedding invite from their estranged older brother and show up to realize that 1) Their crush/enemy is there and 2) Said crush/enemy is going to become legal family

Imagine being LEGALLY cock-blocked jfc.

#sheepy you wanna make our oc's smooch 👉👈 #call of duty #call of duty ghosts #elias walker #gabriel rorke #alex walker (sheepy's oc) #mich rorke (katar's oc) #beloved anon

[samithemunchkin]

Elias taking all the photos

#gabriel rorke #ghosts husbands #logan walker #hesh walker #kit (oc) #sami teh munchkin attempts to draw #cod ghosts

[multifand0midi07]

Daughter of a Ghost Killer blurb

"You're acting like your father."

Those words echoed in Isabella's mind as she curled up in her cot.

"You're acting like your father, Isabella. You're hurting, I understand that."

"No! No, you don't understand that, Elias! You don't understand that I spent twelve years of my life thinking that he was dead, thinking that you dropped him--thinking that you let him die." She spat angrily. "I want to help, this is my team, my life. You can't take me out of these missions, Elias, you can't!"

Merrick held her back, cradling his niece as she trembled and attempted not to lose her shit. "Bells, breathe."

"Get her out of here, Merrick. We will talk about this later." Elias ordered, concern and worry swirling in his eyes despite his cold demeanor.

"I'm not my father." She whispered. Ten years ago she would've killed to be like her father, the war hero, the man that made the Ghosts feared, Rorke.

And now here she lies, curled up in a pit of her own despair, begging, pleading with herself not to follow the same path he'd paved so many years ago.

The truth is, she was already halfway down that path, but she'd reached a fork in the road. In the last few months, Isabella had gotten obsessive, slaving over her work to hunt down the man that she once idolized like a superhero.

Twelve years ago, Gabriel Rorke obsessed over Almagro, and it resulted in the man he was today. The same man his own daughter was going to kill, if it was the last thing she did.

-------------------------------------------------------

"Elias, you don't think-"

"I do, Merrick. She's got too much of her father in her." Elias interrupted Merrick, who shot him an annoyed look at not being able to finish his sentence. "She's getting reckless, going off on her own during missions, she's making this her whole life."

"But suspending her from missions? Don't you think it's a little far?" Merrick was just as concerned for his niece as Elias was, but he's known this girl for her whole life, he knew her better than anyone on the team.

"I'm just trying to protect her. I'm preventing another mistake from happening, I'm preventing another Rorke."

"Elias....what you did that day was not your fault. I told you to let go, there was no way we could've save him." Merrick sighed, running a hand down his face. "You're scared."

"I'm not...I'm not scared." Elias' hardened exterior faltered. "I'm terrified. Terrified that I'm going to lose that kid, we promised-"

"We promised to take care of her if anything happened to Rorke. Well Rorke isn't here now, and Isabella is a grown ass woman, she can take care of herself. And if we're being honest here, i'm scared too, I don't ever want to think of losing that girl. She's the closest thing i'll ever have to a daughter."

"So what the hell do we do?"

"We don't let what happened that day ever happen again. We keep her on missions, but we keep all eyes on her." Merrick got up from the chair and walked to the door.

"One hell of a plan, Captain."

"Yeah, one hell of a plan. Let's hope it works."

#gabriel rorke #cod ghosts #thomas a merrick #elias walker #OC writing #Isabella Rorke #call of duty ghosts #reblogs welcome

[maccreadysbaby]

Call Of Duty Ghosts: The Aftermath

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heyo! this is what came to fruition after i spent weeks angry about the codg ending. i’ve waited years and nothing, so i decided to write it myself. this will be third person but logan will be the main focus always, like you’re watching a movie and he’s the main character. this is truly just my unruly imagination, and it gives me the chance to add some oc’s into the mix, because why not? to all you hungry, hungry ghosts fans, i hope this gives you a little fuel. please enjoy my rendition of call of duty ghosts 2.

———❖

“UNCHARTED TERRITORY”

July 12th - 17:13:03

Rorke’s Holding Cell, Location Unknown

……..

“C’mon, Logan! Wake up!”

A soft groan escaped Logan’s lips as he was quickly reminded of how much chaos and havoc his body had been put through in the past few days. It all came rushing back — the train, Rorke, Hesh. Where was Hesh?

“Logan. C’mon, man,”

He tried his best to move, but the amount of pain that wracked his thin frame was far worse than anything he’d ever experienced before. His head was throbbing so violently that he couldn’t even open his eyes, and it seemed like every time his heart beat, a new wave of warm crimson liquid leaked from his right temple.  His entire torso was in so much pain it felt like he had a dozen swords stabbing clean through him and into whatever he was propped against. His entire body felt like it was on fire. A long, hot, devastating fire.

“Logan.”

The voice was familiar, but he couldn’t recognize it. He could feel something cold on each of his wrists. Chains? He tried to move, to open his eyes, but he ended up falling to the side and thudding onto the concrete below instead. His entire body was in so much pain that he hardly even noticed when his stomach released any remaining sustenance left inside of him all over the floor beside his face.

“That’s not good,”

“Did he just puke?”

“Yep,”

Now there were two familiar voices in the room, neither of which Logan could pinpoint. His brain was swimming in and out of consciousness. In his fevery haze, his mind took him back to when he got sick when he was young, when his father and Hesh would take care of him no matter if they were sick or not. His father used to stay in his room all through the night. Sometimes even on the foot of the bed… But he never slept. He always stayed up doing a sudoku puzzle or scrolling on his phone until Logan’s quiet, pitiful, broken voice called out to him:

“…D…ad?”

Logan didn’t even recognize his own voice, let alone understand how he had enough strength to push out the word. He heard one of the other people in the room sigh heavily.

“Logan. Hey, kid, I know you’re hurt, but you gotta get up. We have to get out of here,”

“I don’t think talking to him is gonna work any better than it has been for the past hour and a half,”

“What else am I supposed to do? Perform him a ballet?”

Suddenly, a loud thud echoed around the room, and the repetitive sound of heavy footfalls entered.

“Looks like our new recruits are getting a little too lively. Shut them up, boys. And get that one out of the floor,”

Several more pairs of boots entered the room, and it wasn’t long before Logan’s half-conscious ear perked at the sound of fighting. Punches being thrown at the people in the room.

“Can't even do your own dirty work, Rorke?!” One of the familiar voices shouted.

There was a snicker. “Just because my hands are clean doesn’t mean the work ain’t dirty.”

Suddenly, a shrill, panic-inducing sound rang through the air. A gunshot.

“Keegan! Keegan?!”

“Shut that one up, too. And what did I say?! Miller, get the small one out of the floor!”

Logan failed to open his eyes as two hands slid under his armpits and lifted him back into a sitting position. The person’s touch was warm, something he missed terribly from home. He felt their hand land on his forehead. To check his temperature, he guessed? He had to admit, he wouldn’t mind if it stayed there.

“Get away from him. They’re captives, not patients. We aren’t here to tend to them. Go find Jackson, he probably has something beneficial for you to do,”

As the hand left his forehead and all of the footsteps disappeared, the only sounds he could hear from the other ‘captives’ were their labored breathing and the occasional groan. His mind was still swimming, and as soon as unconsciousness started trying to take him under, he let it.

……….

The youngest Ghost’s brain tried to jerk him back into consciousness for what seemed like the fiftieth time. He was still propped against the wall. He remembered the conversations of the people he’d heard earlier, and just as a member of the military should, he immediately began re-hashing all the facts he’d come across earlier.

As far as he could deduce from the number of familiar voices, there were at least three of them in the room. One of them was Keegan, who’d likely been shot, according to the shouts he heard after the boom. He still couldn’t manage to pinpoint the other voice. It was right on the tip of his tongue…

He used every ounce of willpower he had left to peel his heavy eyelids open. His mouth was dry and tasted like vomit, which explained the giant puddle of bile next to him. His combat Ghost uniform was gone, leaving him in only a tank top, cargo pants, and socks.  The floor he was sitting on was concrete. The circular walls were concrete. Everything was concrete except for the roof, which was glass with vines peeking through a couple cracks, only allowing a tiny bit of dim light to shine inside. He glanced down at his hands — there were chains attached to his wrists that ran all the way to the wall behind him. They had to have only been five feet long, and each wrist had a keyhole.

Glancing upward, his eyes caught the shapes of two more figures spaced evenly around the circular room. The first was laying on his side, with a large pool of crimson beneath him. Logan’s throat tightened. “Keegan? Keegan!”

After a few moments of silence, there was a cough. “Don’t worry. I can see him breathing from over here. He ain’t dead.”

Logan turned his attention to the other figure, who was in a slightly darker location than Keegan. He was sitting up, head turning as he looked between the two.

“Who are you?” Logan croaked, eyeing the figure as he shifted slightly.

“It’s Kick, man,”

Logan furrowed his brow. Rorke had gotten to Keegan and Kick, too? What about Hesh and Merrick? What if they were all here somewhere, or worse…

Logan seemed to relax after Kick’s response, finally bringing his hands up to rest on his torso. He had to have at least five broken ribs. The fire in his chest was almost just as unbearable as the shooting pain in his head. He must’ve been bashed, or kicked, because even though he didn’t seem to be bleeding anymore, that headache was bound to stay for at least a month. He’d been shot before, blown up, sure, but he’d never had to sit through pain like this. Not to mention that he felt like he was gonna puke again, and his entire body was weak and hot and shivering like he had a severe case of the worst flu known to man. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall, poorly fighting the fever-and-pain-induced tears that were stinging at the back of his eyes.

He remembered his feverish dreams of his father sitting on the foot of his mattress. Pressing a cool hand against little Logan’s hot forehead. The fever quickly and undoubtedly won its battle against his psyche, because indeed, he started crying. Hard, and against his will.

“Logan? What’s going on, kid?”

He hesitated, internally hating himself for looking so weak in the eyes of his colleagues. Even then, he felt so bad that he couldn’t bring himself to lie. “I feel like I’m dying.”

Kick stayed quiet for a few seconds, listening to the sniffles and sobs Logan was trying his absolute hardest to stop. To be honest, the fact that he couldn’t stop them probably made it worse.

“You’re gonna be alright,”

The youngest of the ghosts took a second to have a brief coughing fit, only making his crying worse. Stop crying, stop crying, stop crying.

“Shh. You’re gonna be alright, Logan,” Kick reassured a little louder this time, trying his best to gain his younger counterpart’s attention. Logan stopped talking and instead placed a shackled hand over his eyes. He hated crying. Dry it up, he ordered himself. He wiped away the tears and sighed heavily, pushing any chance of emotion so far inside of him that it would take a tank to blow it out. Ghosts don’t cry. Ghosts don’t show weakness. Ghosts don’t die.

Suddenly, the door to the room swung open again.

“Well, well. Sounds like these guys just don’t wanna stay quiet, do they?”

A new level of anger rose up inside of Logan as soon as he heard the voice of the man he thought he finally killed. Rorke stepped into the room by himself, pushing the door behind him so it was only slightly ajar. His eyes immediately landed on Keegan’s crumpled body.

“Man, losing all that blood must’ve got to ‘em,” Rorke made his way to the unconsious Ghost and nudged him with the toe of his boot. “If he ain’t dead yet, he will be soon.”

Logan wanted nothing more than to shoot him again. He couldn’t really do that, so he settled for the next best thing: he wiped the very remnant of tears off his face and snapped, “Don’t touch him, you self serving bigot.”

“Logan,” Kick warned.

“Look at that, little Walkers awake. And so is his sass. Just like his daddy,” Rorke was smiling when he turned toward the one who’d spoken. “That little attitude of yours? It ain’t gonna hold up much longer in here, boy. If I were you, I’d keep my mouth shut before you talk yourself into a bullet like your friend did.”

Logan gritted his teeth. “I’d much rather take a bullet than obey anything that comes out of your mouth.”

The sheer speed that Rorke marched over to him and jerked him off the floor was nearly unmatched. He slammed Logan against the concrete wall, smirking when his head bounced off of the hard surface with a loud knock. The Ghost’s vision started blurring.  Sometimes there was one Rorke, sometimes there were three. He could hear Kick yelling in the background, but couldn’t tell what he was saying.

“You’re so weak right now that for your survival's sake, I’d suggest you rethink that,”

Rorke let go of him, sending him sliding back into the floor. Just as he settled on the concrete, his knee came into harsh contact with Logan’s chin, causing him to limply jerk to the side and land on his hands and knees. His vision and hearing was really messed up now. All he could see was gray, and it sounded like he was underwater.

Rorke latched onto his hair and jerked his head upward so the boy’s dull eyes met his icy ones.

“I see tear-streaks in your warpaint.  Don’t pretend to be so tough next time, kid, and maybe you won’t get the tar beat out of ya,”

Rorke let go of his hair and kicked his arms out from under him, sending Logan crashing into the concrete face-first. And with a chuckle and a quick glance at Kick, he left the room again.

“Logan, you okay?”

Logan slowly pulled himself off the concrete and sat back against the wall. His head was still spinning and throbbing painfully, and he couldn’t see right.

“Talk to me, kid,”

He brought a hand up to his head. “I’m gonna pass out.”

“No, no, you’re fine. Stay awake,”

“I’m trying,” He was beginning to slur his words, and his head was growing abnormally heavy on his shoulders. Apparently Kick noticed, because he continued:

“Stay with me,”

Even though Logan hated to disobey, he couldn’t really help it when his eyes fluttered shut, and he fell over onto the concrete for the second time.

……….

#cod #cod fandom #cod fic #cod fanfic #cod oc #keegan p russ #hesh walker #logan walker #elias walker #gabriel rorke #call of duty ghosts #call of duty #kick #merrick cod #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

Aesthetic Quote Post Masterlist

🚧 Will Continue To Update... 🚧

~ Playchoices ~

Cerise Hexley, First Vampiric Inhuman, in 9 Quotes

Mal and Salem in 9 Quotes

Nymeria, Princess of Gaul, in 10 Quotes

Anitha and Griffin in 9 Quotes

~ Romance Club ~

Gabriel and Amala in 9 Quotes

Radha and Devi in 9 Quotes

Malbonte and Vicky in 9 Quotes

#romance club #kali call of darkness #amala khan #gabriel grant #amala x gabriel #cute prompts #playchoices #blades of light and shadow #mal volari #mal volari x mc #salem nightingale oc #voltingale 🏹 #kali: flame of samsara #deviya sharma #radha basu #devi x radha #fic ideas #heaven’s secret #vicky walker #rc malbonte #vicky x malbonte #the elementalists #griffin langley #anitha russell #anitha x griffin #griffin x mc #a courtesan of rome #badass prompts #nymeria oc #marc antony

[riddlexd]

COD: GHOST MEMES +SOAP <3

Just some silly memes i created a while back out of boredom :p

Including my silly goofy oc named Ritchie Moore!! And soap ^⁠_⁠^

#soap mctavish #soap cod #soap fanart #soap call of duty #ghosts #cod ghosts #hesh walker #logan walker #keegan p russ #thomas merrick #elias walker #gabriel rorke #my oc art #cod oc

[simonxriley]

Corporal Liz Walker, The Birthday Girl!! [x]

#it's her birthday!!! #oc liz walker #otp: the ghost with the most #simon ghost riley #call of duty #modern warfare #cod ghosts #logan walker #john price #gary roach sanderson #john soap mactavish #gabriel rorke #thomas merrick #keegan russ #oc edit

[tache-noire]

might as well make a post about my OCs

the basic idea is that each one is sort of a mix of a few different horror movies, and focuses on a horror trope I like. I originally came up with these guys with the idea that I would just.... magically be able to make a game even though I can’t draw worth shit.

The Slasher: Terrence Walker

Inspirations: Halloween, Friday The 13th, My Bloody Valentine, anything with a big guy in a mask with a weapon stalking a bunch of people.

Appearance: HEFTY McLARGEHUGE. Tall, beefy, nasty drowned-corpse skin, no hair. Has a metal mask locked on his head that can’t be removed. Wears a khakhi prison jumpsuit and shackles. (the dick on this man is insane)

Bio: Imprisoned for a series of murders and subjected to an experimental form of psychological punishment at a remote penitentiary in which all inmates and staff must wear masks unless they’re in private. No mirrors in the facility. The complete lack of all human contact is supposed to inspire true penitence and reform even the most hardened criminals, but it simply gave Terrence and extreme aversion to human faces. Eventually the facility was shut down for ethics violations and all inmates were to be transferred to other prisons. Terrence managed to break free from his restraints and overpower the driver of the transport van, but ended up swerving off down an embankment and into a lake. His body was never found...

Other: His signature weapon is a 20 pound sledgehammer :^) he’s fond of bludgeoning and facial mutilation. You can get him to fuck you if you want but keep in mind he is a rotting corpse.

The Off-Grid Cannibal: Jacob Potter

Inspirations: Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Deliverance, We Are What We Are, honestly take your pick of cannibal/backwoods psycho movies except for Silence Of The Lambs

Appearance: Thick and stocky, very weathered and scarred skin. Dirty blonde hair and beard, both long and rather unkempt. Heterochromia-- one eye is green, the other is blue. Wears very rugged, practical clothes-- but they’re clearly old and worn, and not always the right size.

Bio: Unknown past. He’s not keen to talk about it. He doesn’t like people. Lives alone in a cabin in the woods, entirely off the grid and without modern comforts or technology. Hunts, traps, fishes, and forages. Humans are just another prey animal-- albeit a rare treat that he doesn’t allow himself to pursue too often. The circumstances and timing have to be just right. He has a preference for people roughly his own size and with some survival skills.

Other: IN MY DEFENSE OF THIS CHARACTER, I CAME UP WITH HIM LONG BEFORE TPOF WAS A THING. I may end up reworking him at some point because he's a little too similar to Mason.

The Creep: James Carson

Inspirations: yandere animes lol

Appearance: Pale, greasy, malnourished little rat man. Stringy brown hair, shockingly bright blue eyes, short, chewed-up fingernails. Bad hygiene. Smells bad. Lives in hoodies and sweatpants.

Bio: Believes WAY too much in dream symbolism. Completely delusional. He saw you once and then had a dream that you were married and had a whole life together, and now he believes you are his soulmate and that you MUST have had the same prophetic dream, because you’re CONNECTED. You are NOT the first person this has happened with, but he believes that you’re the same person reincarnated over and over. Someday, he’s sure you’ll remember that you’re meant to be together.

Other: I love him a lot, i love pathetic men so much

The Master: Simon Boucher

Inspirations: Hostel, The Silence Of The Lambs, the “dollmaker” deep web urban legend

Appearance: Very conventionally attractive. Black hair, olive skin, rich brown eyes. He’s fit but not overly muscular, but he’s stronger than he looks. Very well-dressed in expensive clothes.

Bio: He presents himself as a sugar daddy. He calls it “Pretty Woman Syndrome,” like the movie. Likes to go to shitty clubs, find someone who catches his eye, and then convince them to go out for a date with him to someplace MUCH fancier. He’s got a natural magnetism that makes it hard to say no. But they’ll wake up in chains, in an unfamiliar room, and from there the nightmare has only begun. He’s a trainer and seller of very high-quality human pets and toys for wealthy individuals all over the world. Whether you become a pet or a toy is up to how obedient you are or how well you can be broken. If you’re too strong-willed, you will lose everything. Arms. Legs. Sight. Hearing. Voice. Teeth. Only the absolutely necessary parts will remain. It’s in your best interest to behave, or escape.

Other: Pets are worth much more than toys, so he will give you every chance to be good for him before he gives up and modifies you. If he REALLY likes you, you may become one of his own personal pets :)

The Pure Sadist: Gabriel Mason

Inspirations: Hellraiser, Smoothie from Happy!, Martyrs

Appearance: Like a cherub. Very soft features. Round face, sun-kissed skin, curly golden-blonde hair, cheek dimples, the works. The only thing wrong with him is his eyes. Pitch black irises, and he’s never really looking AT you, but THROUGH you. Wears glasses, typically dresses in slacks and sweatervests.

Bio: Despite his somewhat unnerving eyes, he’s very pleasant. Polite, kind, soft-spoken. Likes to read-- mostly horror. No real rhyme or reason to how he picks his victims. Nothing matters but their ability to bleed and feel pain. He has an elaborately locked and hidden bunker in a remote location. Every tool he could possibly need at his fingertips, a supply of interesting drugs and chemicals, water and non-perishable food. Everything is sterile and spotless. He will keep you alive as long as your body holds up, and do everything in his power to prolong your life. Your pain and suffering is his greatest pleasure, but he will continue even after your mind breaks and you stop responding. From then on, it’s more of a hobby, just testing the limits of physical endurance until the damage is too great to recover from and you die.

Other: He has no genitals. He removed them himself-- he didn’t need or want them.

#OC stuff #murder OCs #Terrence Walker #Jacob Potter #James Carson #Simon Boucher #Gabriel Mason #LONG POST

[sunkendreams]

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𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 . . .

non-con, pregnancy, necrophilia, only fluff, only slice-of-life, male reader, original characters, incest, age play, little play, watersports, sexual abuse, self-harm, domestic abuse, racism, homophobia, any harmful kinks/fetishes.

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 & 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐒.

❛ ━━━━━━━━ ❁ ━━━━━━━━━ ❜

𝟎𝟎𝟎. 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒.

michael myers ( 2018 )

michael myers ( rz!version )

corey cunningham

the lost boys + michael emerson

thomas b. hewitt ( tcm remake )

brahms heelshire

jason voorhees

bo sinclair

vincent sinclair

lester sinclair

billy loomis

stu macher

mickey altieri

richie kirsch

amber freeman

ethan landry

albert shaw / the grabber

eric newlon / john carver

dominic craven

𝟎𝟎𝟏. 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒.

jim hopper

001 / henry creel

eddie munson

steve harrington

𝟎𝟎𝟐. 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋.

dean winchester

sam winchester

castiel

lucifer

gabriel

𝟎𝟎𝟑. 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒.

alcina dimitrescu — (resident evil)

karl heisenberg — (resident evil)

salvatore moreau — (resident evil)

leon kennedy — (resident evil)

eddie gluskin — (outlast)

miles upshur / the walrider — (outlast)

chris walker — (outlast)

joshua washington — (until dawn)

joel miller — (the last of us + show)

tommy miller — (the last of us + show)

𝟎𝟎𝟒. 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒.

arvin eugene russell — (the devil all the time)

eric draven — (the crow)

v — (v for vendetta)

hellboy — (hellboy films)

prince nuada — (hellboy films)

jackson rippner — (red eye)

jonathan crane / scarecrow — (nolanverse)

dani ardor — (midsommar)

father paul hill — (midnight mass)

tiffany valentine — (chucky)

william afton — (fnaf movie)

michael schmidt — (fnaf movie)

rick grimes — (the walking dead)

𝟎𝟎𝟓. 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.

rasvan benedikte eleazar / count dracula — (coming soon!)

joaquin jackson — (coming soon!)

ghostface oc — (coming soon!)

#slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher x y/n #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x reader #michael myers x reader #slasher fanfiction #slasher fanfic #slasher fandom #house of wax #the lost boys x you #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys

[josephslittledeputy]

Lucian & Celeste (In her baby vamp era) || Wes & Celeste (Late 1970s/Early 80s) Gabriel & Celeste (Present time) || Sidra & Sel (Scandalizing the public, obvi)

Tagged by @inafieldofdaisies & @jillvalentinesday to do this Holiday Meiker ty beloveds!

Not tagging anyone since this ones already made the rounds and I'm a bit late, but if you want to do this one feel free to tag me!

#oc: celeste night #oc: lucian vargas #oc: wesley norton #oc: gabriel walker #otp: an invite to eternity #otp: you can love him #otp: who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me #oc: sidra navros #oc: sel blackmore #otp: our love is god #had to include Cel's many different ships this time cause why not they give me constant brain rot #we've got her maker (lucian) & her human lover (wes) & then her enemies to lovers prev vampire hunter dhampir (gabriel) #cant even begin to untangle their drama asdfghjkl & i dont want to clog up the tags so yeah we'll leave it at that #well okay theres no drama with wes hes definitely her healthiest ship but the other two (luci especially) are lowkey garbage fires #also in wes & cel's pic shes wearing his jacket in case she gets cold (he hasnt found out shes a vampire yet sksk) #Sid & Sel meanwhile are just having fun being public menaces and I love that for them

[tokillamockingbird427]

I finally remembered to Mich post at a convenient time. (Get it? Mich post? Sounds like shit post?)

Mich is an OC I created with @callofdooty and he is a massive meme! Half of the shit we gave to him character-wise was done with the thought "This would be funny." and we were 1) Right 2) Also somehow added depth+feels to it.

Mich, pronounced like Mitch, is actually named Michael. Full name, Michael Rorke. And he is Gabriel Rorke's older brother. Oh no, there's two of them! *Screaming* (Credit to Doot for naming him, the genius.)

Read more insert/cut off due to length

Mich and Gabe grew up in a classically patriotic household, and were pretty close siblings, even with the latter having a temper for everyone. (Mich has a scar on his chin/side of his mouth because Gabe whipped a rock at him once.) Unfortunately, Mich was a bit of a black sheep and felt he didn't really fit in with his family, for various reasons. So once he could leave, he did, and just never really looked back. Which left Gabe feeling abandoned. (Mich's reasons range from not vibing with his parents authoritarian structure to being queer+trans and them not really being the best people to support that.)

After he was out of the house Mich went on to live his best life. He is best described as an anarchist weed-head woods-hermit survivalist. Quite the description! My favorite idea for him was that he'd live in "No Man's Land" post ODIN because the only government presence is the military, who doesn't really bother with random people in the woods.

Here's where the depth comes in: We decided the reason Gabe is the way he is, Americas ugliest lap-dog, is because he was upset with Mich for leaving and more or less rebelling against him for it. (I have a quote to sum it up "Rebellion for Mich was running away from their parents. Rebellion for Gabe was running away from Mich.") Mich didn't really intend to abandon Gabe, it's more or less something that happened and only tried to correct once they were both adults. (Which didn't really work out well. Gabe is very iffy with him.)

Now there's not a lot more to his "canon" because he just gets tossed into various scenarios and then reacts, but I do have a list of what are more-or-less "fun facts" about him.

Mich fun facts: -Isn't bald, unlike Gabe, but does keep his hair on the shorter side. -Regularly dyes his hair random colors and patterns, the latter of which he free hands. (Has never in his life set foot in a salon. Somehow hair hair isn't crunchy.) -Likes to use "Pal" and "Little buddy" whereas Gabe is always using "Jr" and "Kid" -Wrinklier and smilier version of his brother. They look hella alike, to the point that he wigs Hesh out when they first meet. -100% can and will adopt Hesh. That's his lil guy. Logan is not exempt from this either. -Has zero problem with Gabe joining the Federation. Is more upset about the whole "Murdering his homoerotic "best friend" and traumatizing both his sons" thing. -Fluent in Spanish+Portuguese. -Has no formal military training but finds no problem wielding firearms or finding himself in combat. (I mean, he lives in NML. That place always got some kinda battle. You gotta know some fighting skills.) -Bandannas and cowboy hats are his favorite headgear. -Keeps photos of him and Gabe on his person. -Constantly jokes that his full name is actually "Michigan" and that's what "Mich" is short for. -Performed his own top surgery. /J -Very laid back personality, though he's smart enough to know when/if he needs to be more serious/strict. -Incredibly annoyed that Rorke kinda stole their last name like it's his first name. -Very aware of whatever Elias and Gabe have/had going on. Very amused by it. -"Protect trans kids" flag in his front room. -Has multiple spouses. Romantically or just legally has yet to be decided. Not that he'd tell anyone. -Has kids. Mini Mich's causing chaos. (Just don't ask where the kids came from, mf made them from clay for all we know.) -Mich and Merrick are besties. (At the very least, Mich is the person Merrick tolerates the most. Outside Hesh.) -For all the quirks he really is just some fucking guy. -Daniel and The Cooler Daniel meme.

#call of duty #call of duty ghosts #michael rorke (oc) #gabriel rorke #elias walker #ghost husbands #thomas a merrick #hesh walker #logan walker

[samithemunchkin]

Did this over twitter a few days ago

#sami teh munchkin attempts to draw #call of duty #logan walker #cod oc #sage #hesh walker #thomas merrick #gabriel rorke #alex keller #cod ghosts #cod modern warfare

[choicesficwriterscreations]

CFWC F/AotWeek Mar 3 - 9, 2024

✒️= Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA |🔹Submitted by creator

BACHELORETTE PARTY

Gardenia in Blossom ✒️🏳️‍🌈🔹| BP NB!MC - @aallotarenunelma

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Blades Full Listing Week Ending March 9, 2024

BLOODBOUND

Hide Me In Thy Wounds - Part 2/2 ✒️🔹| Gaius Augustine x MC - @gaiuskamilah

CRIMES OF PASSION

Crimes of Passion Drabble ✒️🔹| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC by @lilyoffandoms for @storyofmychoices

Gabriel Rose 🎨🏳️‍🌈 by @lilyoffandoms

Home Without Part 3 ✒️🔹| m! Trystan Thorne x F!MC by @thosehallowedhalls

Kiss and Say Goodbye 🎨🔹| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC by @/artbyainna (C: @jerzwriter)

Lilah Rose (COP F!MC) 🎨by @lilyoffandoms for @storyofmychoices

Royalty Over Loyalty ✒️| f!Trystan Thorne x M!MC - @kwaj115

Trystan Thorne Fanart 🎨by @lilyoffandoms

What Doesn't Killy You (Series) ✒️| Sebastyan Thorne, Marguerite Thorne, Trystan Thorne - @choices-ceri Chapter 2

THE CURSED HEART

Kieran x F!MC Fanart 🎨by @bri1234

Oleander Fanart 🎨 by @artbyalz

ENDLESS SUMMER

Never Had a Friend Like Me: Part 1 ✒️ | Diego Soto & MC - @marmolady

GUINEVERE

Lancelot du Lac 🎨🏳️‍🌈by @lilyoffandoms

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Cas Harlow x OC Fanart 🎨 by @sadxlee

Cas Harlow x OC Fanart 2 🎨 by @sadxlee

Esme (ID F!MC) 🎨 by @artbyalz

IT LIVES WITHIN

Freesia Gaze ✒️🔹| Abel Flints x F!MC - @aallotarenunelma

LAWS OF ATTRACTION

Martin Vanderweil Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈 by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

The Three Fates 🎨🏳️‍🌈| Original Characters - @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

MOTHER OF THE YEAR

Levi & Lily Fanart 🎨by @lilyoffandoms for @storyofmychoices

Zoey 🎨 by @lilyoffandoms

MULTIPLE STORIES

Choices MCS 🎨by @cassiopeiacorvus

NIGHTBOUND

Forever Royal ✒️🔹| Nik Ryder x F!MC - @ladylamrian

OPEN HEART

Open Heart Full List Week Ending March 9, 2024

QUEEN B

I'm Not Needed, Never Will I Be ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Ina Kingsley x MC - @kwaj115

RED CARPET DIARIES

Classic Hollywood Glamour 🎨| Thomas Hunt by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd for @storyofmychoices

Happiest of Birthdays 🎨| Thomas Hunt x F!OC by @weetlebeetle (C: @theartoflovingthomashunt)

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Best Kept Secrets (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️🔹| Liam Rys x F!OC - @ao719 Chapter 19: Built to Last

Cinderfella's Adventures in Cordonia (Series) ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Liam Rys x M!MC - @justcallmefox89 Chapter 20

Hirbawi ✒️Ⓜ️🔹| Drake Walker x MC - @petiteboheme

Maxwell Beaumont x MC 🎨by @bombomangooo

Princesa Real (Series) ✒️| Liam Rys x MC - @belencha77 Chapter 1: El Amor no Existe Chapter 2: Erase Una Vez 🔹

The Royal Romance: Once Upon a Time (Chapter 2) ✒️| Liam Rys x MC - @fadingreveries

SUNKISSED

You're Always Going to be a Wildflower ✒️🔹| Nate, F!MC - @aallotarenunelma

THE UNEXPECTED HEIRESS

Christie Jane Hayes (MC) 🎨@lilyoffandoms for @storyofmychoices

WISHFUL THINKING

Amaryllis Bliss ✒️🏳️‍🌈🔹| Jamie Lewis x F!MC - @aallotarenunelma

#choices fanfic #chocies fanart #bachelorette party #bloodbound #blades of light and shadow #crimes of passion #the cursed heart #endless summer #guinevere #immortal desires #it lives within #laws of attraction #mother of the year #nightbound #open heart #queen b #red carpet diaries #the royal romance #sunkissed #the unexpected heiress #wishfull thinking #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #cfwc art of the week #playchoices #playchoices fanfic #playchoices fanart #choices stories you play #choices

[maccreadysbaby]

Just get ready. I’ve been playing call of duty ghosts and I am so mad about the ending that I’m about to write my own. It’s coming. Don’t worry.

#keegan p russ #logan walker #hesh walker #call of duty #call of duty ghosts #cod oc #cod fanfic #cod fic #cod fandom #elias walker #simon riley #riley #simon ghost riley #ghost #gabriel rorke

[biggerbetterbat]

WITH YOU II | [3] A TRAP

Daryl Dixon x oc!Charlie Reed

Summary: When Rick, Daryl, and Noah leave to Atlanta, the rest of the group is left with Gabriel - who is still treated with distance. Charlie’s wounds are torn again. There’s accident in the church.

Warnings: language, walkers, killing walkers

Song: idk yet

Words: 2,818

A/N: I think I’m doing daily for Easter! I have chapters and it’s a bit boring season, so let’s speed up a little bit.

As Rick and Daryl prepare to leave Judith, Carl, Michonne, and Charlie at the church to keep them safe while they venture out to find Beth, the group springs into action. With makeshift barricades, they fortified every entrance to the church, stacking pews, furniture, and any heavy objects they could find. Each member worked in tandem, fueled by a collective determination to safeguard their haven from external threats. Michonne grabbed some heavy furniture while Carl and Charlie help moved it into place.

Rick and Daryl, tasked with a crucial mission, left behind explicit instructions for the remaining members: Judith, Carl, Michonne, and Charlie.

Charlie felt cautious or uncertain about Noah, as he was a newcomer to the group and trust was hard to come by in the post-apocalyptic world. However, as Noah proved himself invaluable in securing the church and aiding their cause, Charlie's heart warmed to the boy who was looking like a beaten dog. He was a lanky, hurt, and scared. She even felt a little sorry for him.

"Before I go," Daryl approached her. "I believe this is yours."

She furrowed her brows as she looked at the bag that looked awfully familiar. Charlie took it not looking what was inside.

"And this," he said, searching for something in his pocket. "I thought you would like to have it."

Daryl signed for her to show him her hand and she did that without a doubt. Then she felt something cold. She was looking at the silver chain and subtle charm that was connected to it. It was her necklace. He was in her apartment.

Realization hit her and she looked up, but once she did Daryl was already walking away. With shaky hands she looked in the bag and gasped.

Charlie's hands trembled with anticipation as she gingerly reached into the bag Dary had given her. Carefully, she withdrew a handful of memories, each one a significant piece of her past. Photographs, captured moments of laughter and joy with loved ones long gone. Among them, she found souvenirs: a keychain from a road trip, a ticket stub from a concert, a worn-out baseball cap that belonged to her brother. With each item she unearthed, Charlie's heart swelled with bittersweet nostalgia, transporting her back to a time when the world was still whole and her family was by her side.

A single tear was quickly wiped away.

In the dimly lit interior of the church, Charlie sat in a pew, meticulously cleaning their weapons. Her fingers moved with practiced precision, ensuring each firearm was primed and ready for whatever lay ahead. Near her, Michonne was sitting with Judith, her arms wrapped tightly around the young girl. In the warmth of their embrace, the worries of the world seemed to fade away, replaced by the simple joy of being together. Michonne pressed a tender kiss to Judith's forehead, silently vowing to shield her from the horrors of the outside world for as long as she could.

Across the aisle, Carl stood alone, his focus entirely on the empty space before him. With each fluid movement, he practiced his fighting techniques, the sound of his fists meeting the air echoing softly in the sacred space. Michonne was carefully observing Carl, the rhythmic sound of his movements filled the air, a testament to his dedication and determination. Michonne's gaze lingered on the boy, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as pride swelled within her.

"He's getting better every day," Michonne remarked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Charlie looked up and nodded in agreement, her gaze never leaving Carl's form. "He's got a natural talent for it. He's becoming a man."

A soft smile played across Michonne's lips as she watched Carl deliver a series of powerful strikes. "He has came a long way."

"He's going to be just fine," Charlie said, her voice tinged with pride. Charlie placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You're looking out for him. He'll be more than alright."

Michonne's expression whenever her gaze wandered to Gabriel. He moved frantically on his knees, a cloth in hand as he scrubbed dry blood stains from the wooden floor. With each swipe, he muttered a quiet prayer, seeking solace.

"Seems like he's trying to scrub away more than just dirt," Michonne whispered.

Charlie got up from her place and approached the priest, dropping cleaned machetes in front of him. "Pick one," Charlie said, looking at him. "If you want to stay with us, you need to learn how to defend yourself."

"We can teach you," Carl said as he materialized next to her out of nowhere.

"Defend myself?" Gabriel looked up. "They said they'd go."

"They were liars and murderers."

"Just like us," the priest said.

Charlie's annoyance simmered beneath the surface as Gabriel continued to label them murderers. Gabriel's accusations cut deep, especially since they came from someone who killed many more people. Rick's decision to eliminate the threat had been a calculated one, made to protect their group.

"We protected ourselves," the boy tried to convince the man. "They wanted us dead."

"Rick did what he had to do to keep us safe. We're survivors, not murderers."

Gabriel's gaze hardened, his conviction unwavering. "There's always a choice, Charlie. Taking a life is never the answer."

Charlie clenched her fists, her patience wearing thin. "Maybe in your ideal world, but out here, in this reality, it's kill or be killed. You of all people should understand that by now."

The tension in the room thickened as their conflicting ideologies clashed.

"You're lucky your church has lasted this long," Carl said in a calm voice. "You can't stay in one place anymore. Not for too long. And once you're out there...You're gonna find trouble you can't hide from. You need to know how to fight."

Charlie couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration whenever Carl spoke. Despite his young age, his words were filled with wisdom beyond his years, earned through the harsh lessons of survival in their post-apocalyptic world. He was truly becoming a man.

"I need to lay down," Gabe said and stood up from his knees. But before walking away, he grabbed a machete and smiled slightly at the boy.

Charlie couldn't contain the surge of emotion that washed over her as she watched Carl. She enveloped Carl in a tight hug. For Charlie, the embrace was more than just a gesture of affection; it was a silent acknowledgment of their unspoken connection, bound, and admiration. As she held onto Carl, she felt a sense of nostalgia as he wasn't a little boy anymore, his experiences were slowly shaping him into a man.

"I tried," he said.

"I know."

The day was dragging mercifully, while they were being locked in the church. The air was heavy with the scent of dust and decay, a stark contrast to the tension that filled the room. Gabe was still gone and quiet behind the doors to his room. "You don't trust him."

"I don't."

"Do you think he is hiding something more?"

"I think that he doesn't trust us either," Charlie said.

"But what if we're wrong? What if Gabriel's just going through something, and we're misjudging him?" Michonne asked.

"Trust is earned, and we can't afford to gamble with it," she answered. "Just because he's a priest."

As Michonne's attention was engaged in her doubts, Charlie's attention was momentarily drawn away by a soft sound from the corner of the room. She turned to see Judith, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "Come on, baby," Charlie stood up and took a little girl in her arms, and cooed in her best baby voice. "It's a time for a nappie."

Charlie gently tucked the blanket around Judith, ensuring she was comfortable before quietly slipping away from her side. As she made her way back, she noticed Carl sitting alone, his gaze fixed on the floor, lost in thought. She sat down next to him and smiled as he looked at her."You're good at this," Carl snorted and got a hard smack on the back of his head.

"It's been a long day," Charlie sighed, leaning her head on the wooden bench.

"It seems like it," he nodded. "He is strange."

She followed his gaze, as it was resting on the closed doors. "Yeah."

"I think we should be careful today," he said. "Especially, if dad won't be back till night."

Charlie looked at him and nodded. "If you feel like it...we can't ignore our instincts. We'll figure it out together, like we always do."

With a reassuring squeeze of his shoulder, Carl nodded and it seemed he wanted to say something, but a loud scream cut through the air. "Help! Please don't leave me out there! Please!"

The dull thud of Michonne's boots echoed through the deserted corridor, her katana swaying gently at her side as she made her way toward the abandoned building's entrance. The air was thick with tension. "It's Gabriel."

"What is he doing out there?" Charlie furrowed her brows.

"I know now! Let me live with it!" Gabe screamed and soon enough they all heard familiar growling and snarling.

Charlie clenched her hands into fists, her frustration mounting with each passing moment. She didn't trust him, but she deeply believed that he could value the safety they had in the church. As the minutes stretched into hours, Charlie couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal that gnawed at her insides. Gabriel's decision to leave had put them all at risk, and she couldn't understand how he could be so reckless, so selfish.

Carl and Michonne started to break wooden barricades so Gabe could enter the danger that was coming closer.

Charlie's heart pounded in her chest as she watched Gabriel stumble through the church doors, his face pale and drawn, her fingers clenched on Judith's clothing. Worst fears were realized as she saw them – a horde of walkers, their rotting flesh illuminated by the pale moonlight, their empty eyes fixed hungrily on their prey.

Michonne drew her katana, her grip steady as she prepared to face the onslaught head-on. As the first of the walkers reached the entrance of the church, Michonne sprang into action, her blade slicing through the air with deadly precision. Carl and Charlie fought at her side.

But for every walker they felled, two more seemed to take its place, their numbers swelling with each passing moment. With a grunt of frustration, Michonne redoubled her efforts, her muscles burning with exertion as she fought to keep the creatures at bay.

"The rectory! Come on!"

Gabriel held the heavy wooden doors shut with all his might, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he strained against the weight of the undead horde pressing against them. Outside, the relentless moans of the walkers echoed through the night, a constant reminder of the danger that lurked just beyond their fragile sanctuary.

Inside the dimly lit room, Charlie's heart pounded in her chest as she watched Gabriel struggle to keep the doors closed. Fear gnawed at her insides, threatening to consume her with every passing moment. She had faced death before, but never like this, never with the knowledge that it was waiting just outside, ready to devour them all. Charlie realized that their time was running out, that soon the creatures would break through and all hope would be lost.

"That's how I got out," Gabriel said, gesturing towards the floor. "Crawl under to the back. Take the little one and go."

Charlie gave the baby to Carl, pushing him towards the opening in the floor. She was watching the boy disappearing under the building, praying that there's no danger waiting for them there.

Shortly after, Charlie was pushed by Michonne into the opening and without question she obediently rushed to join Carl. As Charlie crawled under the church, the darkness enveloped her, broken only by dim shafts of light filtering through the dusty air. The scent of damp earth mingled with the musty odor of old wood, and the echoes of her hurried breaths echoing against the ancient walls. With each cautious movement, she could feel the weight of the world pressing down upon her, as if the very earth itself were closing in, threatening to swallow her whole. Charlie wanted to cry from fear, imagining that something was right behind her, ready to kill her. Yet, driven by desperation and the primal instinct to survive, she pressed on, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat.

As Charlie embraced Judith, a sense of relief washed over her, finding solace in the warmth of her embrace amidst the chaos. Meanwhile, Carl's swift movements dispatched the remaining walkers outside, his steady hand and determined gaze a testament to his resolve. With Gabe and Michonne at the helm, the heavy church door groaned shut, sealing off the horde of walkers inside their sanctuary.

She placed the baby in Carl's safe hands and rushed towards Gabriel. "What the hell was that?! You wanted to kill us?!" she yelled and pushed him. "What were you thinking?! Were you thinking at all?!"

"Woah, Charlie."

"Calm down!" Michonne yelled at her, gripping her arm tightly. Charlie was boiling with fury, she was ready to just push the priest into arms of death as she was sick and tired of him. She pushed Michonne lightly and turned to walk away, back to Carl and Judith. The woman with katana looked at Gabe. "Where did you go?"

"The school," he admitted. "I had to see. I had to know."

Charlie furrowed her eyebrows. Gabriel went to school to check if they were saying the truth. He wanted to check if those guys they killed were bad. "See what? Bob's leg for God's sake?"

"Charlie, shut up," Michonne barked as the Walkers in the church were trying to get out as the doors were too damaged.

"Where do we go?" Carl asked in fear, seeing the doors almost breaking from the strength of the walkers.

The distant rumble of an approaching vehicle sliced through the air in a mix of relieve and fear of new danger approaching. Soon, the unmistakable silhouette of a fire truck emerged from the swirling mists outside, its red paint gleaming dimly in the fading light of dusk. With a shudder and a hiss, the fire truck came to a halt in front of the church doors, its engine growling like a caged beast eager to break free. As the dust settled and the engine fell silent, the heavy doors creaked open, revealing the familiar faces of Abraham, Glenn, Rosita, Maggie, and Tara stepping out.

Charlie's breath caught in her throat as she laid eyes upon them, a flood of emotions washing over her like a wave crashing against the shores. Relief surged through his veins like a wildfire, igniting a spark of hope in the depths of her weary soul. Charlie stepped forward to greet her friends, eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Without a word, she threw herself into Glenn's arms, her embrace tight and desperate, as if clinging to him for dear life. In that moment, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, the weight of their shared struggles melted away, replaced by a sense of comfort and security found in the familiarity of Glenn's embrace.

"Eugene lied," he said to her, but everyone heard.

"What?" Charlie furrowed her brows, pushing away slightly.

"He can't stop it," Glenn explained. "Washington isn't the end."

Charlie's heart sank like a stone into the depths of despair. The weight of disappointment bore down upon him, crushing his hopes and dreams. With a heavy heart hidden beneath a facade of composure, Charlie forced a small smile as she greeted Tara, Maggie, and Rosita. Though she knew that Eugene's theory was too perfect to be true, she decided not to show it.

"Glad to see you all safe," she said, approaching three girls, expressing her relief.

As Charlie made her way towards Abraham, a knot formed in her stomach, a tangible reminder of the unresolved tension that lingered between. They had parted ways in anger, their words sharp and cutting, leaving wounds that had yet to heal.

Abraham's gaze met hers, a flicker of uncertainty dancing in his eyes as he struggled to find the right words to say. "Say it," he said. "Say that you were right."

Charlie looked at the ginger man. "I'm glad you're back."

Her words hung in the air between them. For a moment, the silence stretched on, the weight of their unspoken emotions hanging heavy in the air.

Finally, Abraham's features softened, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, me too," he replied, his voice gruff yet tinged with a hint of warmth. And then he turned to Maggie. "Let's blow this joint, go save your sister."

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