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THE WANDERER part 1

Cooper Howard/ The Ghoul x Reader

synopsis: The reader aka Bullseye gets run out of her family settlement to find an old friend. what will happen when they finally see each other after 6 years?

WARNINGS ⚠️: Cooper Howard/ The ghoul x female reader afab reader, DNI IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 GO ON GIT. eventual smut, adult language, fallout show, and game cannon violence. age gap reader is 22 if you're not, pretend.

I try to keep the description of the reader neutral only things that are talked about are the reader's age, teeth, smaller hands, and eventually intimate parts. I do not own the rights to Lucy or Cooper Howard or the fallout setting. the plot and town characters are the only things I made up. Time skips are in this at least this first part anyway. dream sequence as well it will be in bold so you can tell and see the difference.

A/N: I've only seen the first episode and clips, and interviews of the characters cause Freevee only has the first episode but, the brain worms are still activated for this man! 😩

Update A/N ive managed to see the rest of the show. i also wanna give thanks to my bff @oppositeoflove-isindifference for helping me edit this brain rot and make it make sense. i love you bitch, i aint never gonna stop loveing you bitch!

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I know it's not from the actual Fallout soundtrack but this song fits Cooper's vibe. A couple of 'I don't know how but they found me' songs do honestly but enjoy!!

The only thing you can do is hope. you've been hoping for two days now. All you have now is your pack, everything you've scavenged in the past two days, and Shroud. Your grandma said, before the bombs dropped, Shroud would’ve been called a rottweiler. To you though, he was your best friend. You were lucky to find armor for him, so you didn’t have to worry so much about him tagging along. You were thankful for it honestly, you wouldn't doubt that Reggie would shoot him. So here you are in the wastes, with Shroud lying across your lap. You had set up camp against an old rusted-out van. You move Shroud, deciding to sleep in the van hidden away, instead of outside in the open. You put out the campfire and unroll the bed roll from your pack and lay down. Shroud splayed out next to you as your eyes start to drift closed. It couldn't have been more than a couple of hours before Shroud was lying on top of you, trying to nudge you awake, as gunfire and a creature roared outside. Grabbing the handle on his armor, you tapped his nose with your finger to signal to play dead. You listen as the gunfire continues. The sound of shouting rises above the gunfire. You could make out at least two voices, plus the creature. It lasts for about another 20 minutes before the noise dies down, and voices come down to a normal level. You can hear two people arguing as footsteps get closer to the van. Very slowly, you reach for the pistol strapped to your leathers. As your hand reaches the handle, you hear a gun cock and a man whistle.

“Figured you were following us. Smart hiding.” You look up to the voice’s owner, standing in front of the van door with him pistol aimed at Shroud's back. You recognize the voice, his drawl and cowboy hat knocking the memory of Mr. Howard forward. “Mr. Howard, it's me, Bullseye!” you shout, holding both your hands up in surrender. You silently pray that Shroud doesn't leap or make any sudden movements. He cocks his head as he looks at you, lowering his gun somewhat. “Bullseye, huh? That really you?” You swallow and nod, replying, “Yes sir, it's me. Grandma sent me out to look for you. We’re in big trouble.” He tuts, putting his gun away, seemingly disappointed he didn't get to shoot anything. “Considering you're the only person who calls me ‘Mr. Howard’, I suppose that is you, Bullseye,” he chuckled. He waits for a beat and scowls. He growls, “Well come on now, girly! We got some catching up to do, and I ain't got all night.” You give Shroud two pats, he gets off of you and sits at the van entrance, waiting. “Yes sir Mr. Howard,” you agree, scrambling to pick up your pack and bedroll. You make your way over to Howard and…a Vaultie? You've never seen one before. The blue and gold suit hurt your eyes, even in the moonlight. She smiles and waves,“Hi, I'm Lucy! Nice to meet you.” Giving an awkward wave back, you nod to her. “my actual name is y/n, but everyone calls me Bullseye” She smiles genuinely at you, a rare occurrence out here in the wastes. “That's a nice name…why do they call you Bull-”

Cooper cuts her off, “I only needed you to help me kill that fuckin’ thing. Don't make me tie you back up.” You give her a sorry half smile and turn to Cooper. “I'll make it as fast as I can Mr. Howard,” you say, ”Ray and Reggie have built up a coup against Grandma; they've already killed 5 people, and some of our Brahmin. I escaped about two days ago, and Grandma told me to come find you. I have a package she wanted me to give you, in case you needed incentive.” The ghoul sits down next to you, sharpening a knife, and purses his lips. “Smart woman, what did she send with you?” You turn to unzip your pack, spotting Lucy in the corner of your eye, She seems astonished that he’s being somewhat civil to you. You pull out the package, a small foot locker-like box. The metal dings from the objects inside rattling as you hand it to him. “Ten different chems, two large Brahmin steaks, ammo, a couple of stimpacks, and all the caps she had left,” you list, recounting everything your grandma told you. He stares down into the box, taking a long look at the top of the lid. Finally, he closes it. “I'll do it. This is a nice incentive, y'all must be in some real bad trouble darlin’.” The fluttering feeling when he calls you darlin’ quickly dissipates, as you feel your worry set in. You feel your chest tighten as you look down at the dirt and sand. “Yeah, it's bad Mr. Howard. Grandma might not….might not be alive when we go back.” He hums as he goes back to sharpening his knife. “So what are you gonna do if we go back and she isn't?” You look at him for a moment as you think. “Kill them, have someone else be mayor, and let Doe and Jericho be the new snipers,” you reply. He strikes the knife against the sharpening stone, sending sparks off to the ground. It makes the mix of sand and dirt pop and sizzle at your feet. “You don’t wanna be mayor?” You can feel the sadness wrap around your chest and squeeze again. “N-no I'm not- not as skilled as grandma. She could barter for a years worth of supplies then turn around and stop a fight in two seconds.” He chuckles, finally looking at you with a smile tugging at the right side of his lips. “Yeah, Sue was always good at calming people down,” he muses. You chuckle at his sentiment. He points at you with him knife, saying, “Now that I know the situation, think you can help me dress that deathclaw over there?” You see it splayed out in the dirt, lifeless, the horns digging into the ground. It’s at least 6ft smaller than the adults you've seen. “Is it a bounty?”

Cooper grunts and nods, “Yup, it's the last a group a nearby farmer wanted gone.” He grabs the bounty paper from his duster pocket and hands it to you. “Fuckin’ things kept eating everything, including his wife.” You look over the bounty. 500 caps rewarded for the head. You nod, “That's a pretty good bounty.” Lucy clears her throat and raises her hand, the pipboy light shining directly into your eyes. “I helped, do I get some of the caps?” Cooper raises an eyebrow ridge at her and gripes, “Put your damn arm down, your’re blinding Bullseye! And I already told you, you're getting 20 and then you’re on your own. If I see you again, it’ll be too soon and I'll shoot you.” You keep quiet, watching them argue with each other. “I used ten lock-joint syringes on that thing.” Cooper laughs, “Yeah those are cheap to make, trust me I know. You're getting 20 and I won't kill you, that's it.” You see Lucy huff and sink back down in her spot. After a couple of minutes, the ghoul looks back at you and asks, “Can you help me dress it?” You nod and grab the knife from your boot. “Yeah, I can help.” He gets up and walks over to it, his duster flowing in the breeze like in his old movies that your grandma used to tell you about. “Atta girl let's get to it.” You get up and join him. The bottom of your boots goes from crunching the dirt to thudding and squelching from the blood-soaked dirt pooling around its body. You adjust the green baker's cap on your head and kneel next to its torso. “Do you want me to start at the back of the neck or the tail?” you ask. Cooper grunts ,working to saw off the head, “Start at the tail, less tension while I do this.” Nodding, you move further down. After a few minutes of making a deep enough incision, you get the muscle and start cutting towards the head. Its skin splits into two halves as you try to keep yourself steady. It smells like dust and blood. Part of you wonders if the deathclaws think that you humans smell as strange as you think they do. Pulled from your thoughts, you hear Cooper clear his throat. You stop and look over at him. “You tune out too easily, could get you killed.” You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and stammer, “Sorry Mr. Howard, I'll be better in the morning. D-Did you say something?” His eyes scan you for a moment before he speaks again. “Yeah, I did, stop when you get to it’s sides. Need to cut off its hands.” You feel his gaze on you and your cheeks burn again.“Y-yes sir.” He makes a low sound that you think may be a chuckle. It's a couple of hours after you started dressing the deathclaw together. Lucy, Shroud, and the dog that Cooper has let follow him around have all fallen asleep. You wrap up the last piece of meat when a thought occurs to you. “So Mr. Howard, where is this bounty at?”

He shoves most of the meat into his saddle bags, looking at you. “About a three days walk from here, you gonna tag along? Could use that eye of yours.” Tossing him the last piece of meat, you nod. “Yeah, it'll give me time to think of a plan.” He makes a heh sound, a smirk playing on his lips. “A plan, huh?” You raise an eyebrow, more curious than anything. “Yeah I mean, plans are good right?” He nods and stuffs the last of the meat into his saddle bag. “They're good but…have you ever made one before sweetheart?” Part of you knows the nickname is being used in a derogatory way, maybe even a bit patronizing, but it still makes your stomach flip. “Once,” you say, "we had to make a run to a Superduper Mart for supplies. I got us in and out.” You sit cross-legged on the dirt, adjusting your hat. Pulling out a cloth, you begin cleaning the gore off your knife. Cooper moves closer to start sawing off the hands. “Well,” he starts,” this is different than a Superduper Mart. How many men are on their side?” You wipe the blade as you think. “About twenty… No one else is joining them, but they’re all trained by Ray,” you say quietly, knowing he’s gonna scoff at you. On cue, he stops and laughs, “Oh, sugar, you ain't gonna make it!” You feel your cheeks and ears heat up once again and stammer out, “I–I'm not going in guns blazing if that's what you think, I-I…” He cuts you off, putting his hand up to you. You can see how the radiation burns swirl and carve into his skin, making a pattern. “The only possible way,” he says,” of you getting back in there and saving Sue is by sneaking in or…” He smiles. Your stomach flips. You can't tell if it's a good flip or not, but you have a feeling you know what he’s thinking. “Or?” Your voice is small as you ask. “I take you as hostage and barter to get you back in there. They want y'all for something, they'll come looking.” You swallow, looking at him a bit apprehensive. “You're gonna take me as a bounty aren't you?” He points his knife at you. “Bingo! Don't worry, I won't tie you up quite yet.” He shoots you a wink and goes back to sawing off the hand. You're not quite sure what to do with yourself after that. Your heart begins to beat a little faster, not sure if you like that or not. “O-okay, so we'll pretend I'm bounty and sneak in.” He whistles, finally getting the hand off. “Yup, I'll bring you in and we’ll take it from there. But first we gotta wait till they come for you. When they do, I gotta be a little rough to sell it. You understand don’t ya?”

You nod, feeling your core beating a bit as you imagine how rough he'll have to be. “Y-yeah I understand, Mr. Howard.” He hums at you answer, “Good girl. Now go get some sleep like the others. We got a long walk, starting tomorrow.” You finish wiping the knife off and put it back in its strap. “Yes, sir.” The ghoul waves you off towards the small fire Lucy had made earlier. “Night, Bullseye,” he says lowly in a gruff voice. You give him a slight smile. “Night Mr. Howard.” Reaching the fire, you unroll your bedroll again and get in. The two-day trek to find Cooper began setting into your bones as your eyes flutter shut. A dream starts to play in your mind as you drift off. Strange music plays to the beat of hooves against the ground. You see the figure of a man on a horse, riding into the red and orange of the sky as you try to move towards him. It's like you’re moving in slow motion as you try to reach out to the figure. A cloud of raised dust swirls into the sky as it begins to storm around you and the rider. His figure and the beast he's on get closer as they rush to you. Their features never clear up, staying smoke and shadow-like as they skid to a stop in front of you. His hand unfurls from the reigns and reaches out towards you. Like a switch going off, the orange and red becomes blue and purple as your stomach flips and you start to sink into the sand beneath your feet. Scrambling, you reach out to the figure's hand but it passes through him. The hand drifted and parted like fog on water after summer rain. As you sink, darkness falls over you and you feel murky and dusty blue water ripple around your waist. You watch for a moment as the water starts to ripple faster, turning into wake waves that crash into your chest, the coldness washing over you. You look up as a roar shakes the world and a mirelurk queen rises out of the deepest part of the water. You try to run, but your eyelids start to flutter open as the dream fades. Your eyesight is blurry as you sit up, kicking the blanket off of you. Shroud groans when he feels your legs move. He must have moved over to you during the night. He gives you a look over his shoulder and huffs, before laying his big head back on his paws. “Sorry buddy, morning,” you say softly, give his head a scratch. You sit up, stretching and yawning. It's quiet for a moment, before you hear Cooper's voice out of nowhere, making you jump. “Morning sleeping beauty, ‘bout time you woke up.”

You whirl to look at his smirking face, amusement in his eyes from seeing you jump. Putting a hand on your chest to soothe yourself, you mutter to yourself, a bit louder than you mean to,“God you scared me.” He chuckles, “Didn't think I could do that to you anymore darlin’, good to know.” Your heart starts to beat a little faster, no longer because of your fear. You laugh softly, trying to play it off, you look up seeing the sun just about to come up as orange and lavender painting the sky. “H-How long did I sleep for?” He kisses his teeth and purses his lips as he thinks. “About six hours, give or take, but we gotta get goin’ before it gets too damn hot. So up and at 'em.” Giving a nod, you get up and roll your bedroll back up and stuff it into your pack. You give Shroud some water and crack open a can of dog food, letting him chow down as you check and strap his armor on. You helped Lucy wake up pack up as Cooper grumbled at her. After a few more minutes,everyone is on the road. Both dogs and the 3 of you. It's hot and dry and the continuous crunch of sand and dirt under your boots quickly becomes repetetive. You can see heat waves ooze towards the sky and winds throw the sand around, dusting you and getting into your eyes. Its monotony for hours on end, sending you into a haze that almost lulls you into a walking sleep. You’ll never know how the creatures here don’t die of heat exhaustion alone. Another hour goes by as Cooper stops, raising his fist in the air to stop you and Lucy. His head cocks to the side as he listens. You stay still, waiting, trying to listen as well. You can't pick anything up, his senses are much more sensitive than yours. It takes only a few seconds before you hear something scrambling up a dune toward the three of you. The top of its head peeks up above the dune. Cooper's head snaps in its direction and he mutters, “You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me!”

#@leh2393 #@rosecentaur1916 #fanfic #reader insert #fallout tv show #fallout series #cooper howard #the ghoul #Youtube

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lordansketil · 10 months

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So, a while ago, a friend and I talked about rewriting the duel between Maul and Sidious as a conversation where Sidious orders Maul to kill his brother in order to return to his service. Which, okay, cool prompt. But, for the last couple of days, I've been sick. So I haven't been up to much. When I haven't been working on this story, I've been binge-watching The Hollow Crown. Which... sure... fine... good. The problem is, now that I'm editing what I've written... it turns out that maybe writing Star Wars fanfic at the same time as mainlining Shakespeare while running a mild fever wasn't my best move ever. This... um... this is the first paragraph:

He has been waiting for this moment. Its teeth, gnawing at him like junkyard scavengers, have finally struck bone. His actions have accomplished that which madness whispered was impossible: to pull the greatest power in the heavens down to walk the dust of Mandalore. Or is this insanity? Insane to catch what you cannot kill. For his Master’s attention is such a quarry that to catch it is to be caught in turn. Even here, astride this darkened shadow of a ducal throne. For the bloodstained seat that sits atop this wretched system seems as small and wretched as an insect mound in the presence of true mastery.

What do I do, guys?

#i'm dying scoob #it's all like this #omfg #what is this iamic fucking pentameter?????#darth maul: shakespearean protagonist

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wildissylupus · 10 months

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Here's some headcannons that no one asked for;

Pre, during and immediately post Crisis Cassidy headcannon's

Note; some of these are updated headcannons from stuff I've previously talked about.

Pre-Crisis

I've stated this in previous posts but I personally don't like the headcanon that Cassidy's bio family was abusive, one because I think if they were good people it makes Cassidy loosing them all the more heart breaking, two, because it further foils Cassidy and Ashe, Cassidy's bio family being good people but dead while Ashe's parents are incredibly shitty people while unfortunately being alive.

Cassidy's bio family consisted of his mum, (step-)dad, aunt (bio dads side), and two younger sisters. Cassidy bio dad died before he was born so the only dad he really knew at that point was his step-dad.

Cassidy's mum is from Dorado and went to visit immediately before the Crisis hit, Cassidy and the rest of his family were supposed to join her a few days later but then the Crisis hit. She died but Cassidy didn't really know what happened to her until he joined Overwatch, he looked up what happened to her and that's when he found out she was dead.

Cassidy and his family lived on a farm but would often travel to either a near by city or to Dorado as a family.

Cassidy was taught how to shoot by his aunt from a very young age, they mostly used fake guns though since, y'know, he was a child.

They had a lot of animals on the farm but the ones that always cause Cassidy's attention were the horses.

Cassidy's little sisters were twins and they were 3 years younger than him, one of them was named Maria and the other was Alyssa.

His aunts name was Cassandra, his mums name was Coleta and his dads name was Morris.

Cassidy always has been, and always will be, obsessed with cowboys and horses.

During the Crisis

Like I said before, Cassidy's mother wasn't with the rest of the family when the Crisis started, however Cassidy's family was immediately effected, Cassidy's dad dying in the inital waves of Omnics being taken under the control of Anubis.

Cassidy's aunt and his sister Alyssa died in a bandit raid when people and gangs started taking advantage of the Crisis. Alyssa wasn't able to get out of the house in time and Cassandra died distracting the bandits away from Cassidy and Maria. This happened moths later after Morris's death.

Cassidy actually witnessed Maria dying, she died due to blood loss in a shoot out between Cassidy and a group of other, more hostile, survivors while they were trying to get to the nearest city. This happened weeks after the deaths of Cassandra and Alyssa, Maria only lasted a day after the shoot out. This all happened withing the first year of the Crisis.

When Cassidy finally got to the nearest city he found it in ruins, the only moving things being Omnics. He nearly died looking for anyone who could help him, then he nearly died again scavenging for food. After that Cassidy avoided cities but his problems didn't stop because there was still other humans to worry about (I'll get into why I think people were a big problem for Cassidy in a different post cause that's it's own analysis)

Cassidy was always a good shot so with only himself to worry about it was easy to defend himself. He was also very observant so whenever he had to deal with Omnics he managed to find a way to survive them quickly.

Cassidy killed a few humans during the Crisis, and injuring a lot of others. At this point Cassidy's only objective was survive at any cost, he didn't feel guilty about the things he did until right before Deadlock.

Cassidy mostly survived on scrapes he picked up when he could and by the point he found people who might have helped him, his trust and faith in people had already evaporated.

There are only a couple things of his families that survived the crisis, his fathers hat, his mothers cookbook and his aunts leather jacket. Initially Cassandras gun also survived but it was taken away later in the deadlock novel. (When he joined Blackwatch he got his gun modelled after hers, same with his current gun)

Cassidy considers the person he was before the Crisis dead.

Post-Crisis, Pre-Deadlock

Jesse Mcree and Cole Cassidy aren't his given names, if you like this head cannon you can choose whatever name you want but personally I think his given name is Joel and his original last is Mercer (cause I'm unoriginal, also two points, one, If I'm writing with my "Sombra is his bio sibling" headcanon/AU his last name is Colomar, two, Mercer is an old English, Scottish and Irish last name so my "Cassidy is part Irish" headcannon still holds up with this headcannon)

Cassidy also considers the name Jesse Mcree as an alias since he came up with it on the spot but considers Cole Cassidy as his chosen name.

Cassidy didn't trust people and didn't stay in one place to start trusting people, that changed when he met Julian, Julian was the first person to get past one of Cassidy's walls and get him to stay in one place long enough to adjust to people again.

Though before then the more he moved post crisis the less and less violent he became cause people weren't attacking him (as often)

After he met Julian he didn't really open up, but this is when the Cassidy we know and love in the Deadlock novel formed. It was also kind of the initial forming of several of Cassidy's toxic coping mechanism of focusing on everyone else's problems but his own started, it was also the start of Cassidy making himself the scapegoat to protect other people.

Essentially during the year before Cassidy met Ashe he kind of semi delt with what he went through in the Crisis and becoming some what adjusted to society again. (It's mostly him just learning to mask his trauma)

Anyway hope you all enjoyed that!! See you all in my next post!!

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch lore #overwatch headcanons #analysis #cole cassidy

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thatwriterchaotic · 2 years

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Man's Best friend (Dog part 2)

So a lot of you really liked my last post Dog. I decided to make a part 2 from Dog. Haven't been really sure about what I've wanted to write with Daryl lately so here we go. And if you haven't read the first part to this I suggest you go back and read if you want. Anyways thanks for reading as always. :)

Word count: 1166

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

It was supposed to be an average Sunday afternoon. Not much was happening in Alexandria. You decide to sleep in a little more than usual. When you woke up you didn't feel the warmth next to you where Daryl sleeps. You knew he was always an early bird. Waking up at on godly hours of the morning to you. You sat up and stretched feeling a slight pain in your shoulders.

You got out of bed and got dressed for the day. It was oddly quiet. You knew Daryl usually took Dog with him everywhere he could. But something just felt off about today. That's when a loud yell came from outside. It sounded like Rick. You quickly grabbed your knifes and put them in the holsters around your hips. You bolted out of the house and to the gate where you saw Rick, Michonne and Carl surrounded by someone hunched on the ground. You didn't realize who it was until you heard Dog bark. You picked up the pace. You felt your nerves go haywire. What happened to Daryl!? Was he hurt?! Your mind raced with thoughts.

Once you finally made it to Rick and the others. You got down right beside Daryl and noticed he had scrapes all up his side and leg. He fell off his bike again. Probably from getting away from walkers. But his bike was no where in site. Did he walk the rest of the way here?? You were happy Dog was with him at least. Daryl groaned and whined as he laid on the ground. “Shh Daryl it's okay we are going to get you help”. You said softly brushing his hair out of his face.

The others came over quickly with a cot. Michonne pulled you back a bit so they could pick him up. You felt sick to your stomach with worry. You knew he had done this before but it still made you worry. “He's going to be alright” Michonne said softly as she hugged you. You sighed softly hugging her back. “I know, I just care about him so much”. You s

A couple of hours had passed, you sat waiting outside the medical room. Denise was inside patching Daryl up. She asked you to wait out here until she was done. Soon she came out and looked at you. “He's knocked out but you can come in now I'm all done” You nodded and got up out of your chair. You thanked Denise before entering the room. Daryl laid in the bed with bandages all around him. His arm and shoulder, down to his leg. He had a small patch above his eye brow where he scraped it.

You sighed softly as you walked over and gently sat down on the bed next to him. “Going to give me a heart attack some day Daryl Dixon” You said quietly to yourself. You reached out and gently grabbed his hand rubbing your thumb across his knuckles. You herd light taps across the floor. You knew it was Dog. Carol was watching him for you while you checked on Daryl. But you knew eventually Dog would want to see Daryl. Dog worried just as much as you did about him.

Dog jumped up and laid down at Daryl's feet whining. “Shh it's okay boy, he's going to be alright” You said softly reaching over to pet him. Daryl groaned as he woke up. He felt like he was hit by a truck. He eventually got still and looked around seeing you and Dog. You smiled softly gently gripping his hand. “Hey hey, you're alright Daryl it's just me and Dog” you said to calm him down.

Daryl relaxed and slipped his fingers in between yours. “hey sunshine” He said as he looked at you. He hated making you worry so much and he knew you must have been doing that for hours. “Sooo you gonna tell me what happened or am I going to have to ask Dog?” You said as you looked at him and then Dog.

Daryl sighed and sat up a little. “okay okay, I was out scavenging with Dog and a hord came out of no where. I hopped on my bike and started heading back when I swerved trying not to hit a walker, I fell off my bike and slid across the road and must have knocked myself out. Dog woke me up and lead me back home” Daryl explained feeling like an idiot.

You sighed softly trying not to laugh. Daryl Dixon, bad ass on a motorcycle wrecked because of a walker. Eventually a small laugh came out and Daryl playfully hit your shoulder. “Hey that's not funny you ass” He said in a bitter tone. You knew he meant nothing behind it. You smiled softly and leaned down kisses his cheek. “It totally is not funny, my poor Daryl is all hurt” You said teasing him more.

You could see a tiny pout on Daryl's face as he rolled his eyes at you. You giggled and gently laid down beside him. Curling up to his side and laying your head on his shoulder gently. “Just messing with you, but if it weren't for Dog you would still be out there” You said softly, happy they both made it home somewhat safe. Dog perked up and moved to lay in between you and Daryl, wagging his tail. Daryl wrapped his arm around you gently drawing shapes into your arm with his fingers. “Yeah he saved me today, good boy” Daryl said kissing your forehead.

You smiled as you reached down petting Dog's head. “He really is man's best friend, that dog would do anything for you” You said softly. You loved how much Dog cared for Daryl. It had only been a few months since you found him and they already had a very close bond. You relaxed and got comfy next to Daryl being careful not to hurt him. “You should rest” you said softly looking at Daryl. He looked so tired from all that pain he went through.

Daryl grunted in agreement. He held you close and nuzzled into you. “If I'm napping so are you” He said before slowly drifting off to sleep. You smiled softly and pulled the blankets up. If you could lay here forever with Daryl and Dog you would.

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #twd daryl #daryl dixion imagine #daryl x reader #puppy #dogs #twd fanfiction

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jovialjuggernaut-draws · 1 year

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87 Riddler & Harley besties

"Hey! I was gonna eat that!"

Eddie looked horrified. "You were not."

"I was!" Harley insisted. "It was still good!"

"It expired in April."

"That was only five months ago! You know companies put the dates way closer than they need to be. It was fine!"

"It fell into your hyenas' kennel."

"He only took one bite out of it!"

"He took a bite out of it!"

Harley rolled her eyes. "Now you're just being unreasonable. My babies don't have anything I don't have."

"They're scavengers! They have an insanely high bacterial count in their mouths-"

"And I let them give me kissies all over my face, Eddie. If I was gonna get killed by mutt breath it woulda happened forever ago."

"Miss Quinn, the only reason your pets aren't currently keeling over from a single lick of what used to be a lint-coated, months-expired unwrapped… whatever that thing originally was-" He gestured at the half-eaten pastry in her overstuffed garbage can. "-Is because they're literally evolved to consume rotting carrion left behind by higher-order predators. If you- squishy, omnivorous, evolved to eat cooked food you- were to try to digest that, you would need a hospital. Urgently."

"You are way too fussy, Eddie. That thing's got enough preservatives packed in it to last an apocalypse, I'm sure of it."

"It was green, Harleen."

"It was matcha-flavored! …Probably." Honestly, it had been out of its packaging so long she couldn't say for certain.

"Miss Quinn… you are one of my best friends-"

"Aww!"

"-And the day natural selection catches up to you, I will mourn for you. Before loudly announcing how right I was, of course."

She punched him in the arm. He flinched, yelping, and she got him twice for flinching.

"Fine, fine! I'll make it up to you! Whatever you want, I'll buy you a little treat. Just stop hitting me!"

She perked up. "Ooh, can we go to that cute little cupcake place that opened up?"

"I'm… pretty sure that's a front for some upstart villain's poorly-conceptualized punny schemes."

Harley flashed him the biggest, wateriest eyes she could muster, forcing out a couple crocodile tears to wet her falsies for good measure.

"...But fine. I've heard good reviews, actually. We'll want to get there quickly if we want to snag a cupcake before they get busted by our beloved batty boor, hm?"

She hooked an arm through his elbow, tugging him out the door eagerly. "Think the 'beloved' part's just you, Eddie."

He rolled his eyes. "It's called sarcasm, Harleen."

"Not the way you say it!" She teased.

With an extra punch for lying, naturally.

#harley quinn #riddler #riddlebat mentioned

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So maybe it's just because I finally finished Telltale's The Walking Dead last week, but I keep thinking about my Mianite zombie au that I love the concept of but like have no idea if I'll ever write proper stuff for. I've talked about a number of the details before, but I have like more concrete ideas now, I think anyway

So like zombie apocalypse 10-ish years in, the world has pretty much settled into: There are zombies now and while life can be pretty nice in the towns we've set up, most of the world is fucked. All the main characters remember the world pre-apoc, but that was back when they were kids. All of them have long since been forced to adjust to their new world. Zombies are walking dead style, mostly slow moving, but there are ‘special’ zombies around (though idk exactly what they do). (Actually details under the read more because I when the prompt says ramble, I ramble ^-^)

Tucker is a town guard/occasional bounty hunter when the pay is good enough.

Tom is a scavenger who typically lives in the same town as Tucker, but has a couple safe bases in the abandoned towns and cities he scavenges from.

Jordan is a bandit leader, he himself always seems friendly enough, but his group is known for robbing and sometimes killing travelling traders and blackmailing less defended towns for supplies.

Sonja is a researcher in an underground facility that’s still looking for the cure. She’s very rarely gone out into the wider world, though she’s desperate to know if it’s really as bad as everyone says it is.

Wag is a mechanic/scout for the same research facility, one of the few people that is allowed into the outside world. He’s thoroughly entertained by Sonja’s questions, even if some of the other researchers think that her wanting to learn about life outside the facility is dragging her focus away from the cure effort.

Capsize and Redbeard used to be travelling traders until their group was attacked by bandits. Capsize fought them off, but made herself the number one target of the local bandit leader. The two have set up base in an abandoned town, setting up traps to help them pick off the bandits that seem determined to track them down, and trading with any friendly scavengers for supplies.

Tom and Capsize end up finding out they’re immune after being bitten.

Tom was bitten a couple of months back. He didn’t even realise he was bitten for three days, finding the fading wound on his leg after getting back to town and washing up. He’s only guessing the time as that was the last time he saw zombies at all. He knew sometime was wrong, he was far past the typical turning time and had none of the symptoms he’d seen other people develop in the hours after their bites. But he also knew that if anyone learnt he was bitten he was dead. So, on his next trip out, he doesn’t come back, hoping that everyone writes him off as just disappearing into the night. Tucker has become increasingly worried about him not returning.

Capsize was bitten over a year ago, clearing out a building went very wrong and she ended up with a bite on her shoulder, the zombie only just missing her neck before Redbeard sliced through it with an axe. She passed out, and woke up handcuffed to a radiator with first aid having been applied to her shoulder. Redbeard was in incredibly heavy denial about her being bitten, insisting that she was going to be fine. And by some miracle she was, after several days handcuffed to a radiator, yelling at her brother to stop ignoring the problem, she realises that she hasn’t gotten any of the symptoms someone would have from a bite infection. She’s still not happy he did something that almost certainly should’ve led to his own death, but she admits he saved her life. Until they found a scarf to fully cover the now-scarred wound, they took local traders it was a dog bite, though a rumour has spread about the true origins of the wound.

The plots lines are kind meant to be split in three from one starting point:

One - Tucker is approached by Jordan to help him track down and capture the woman who’s been killing his people. Jordan presents himself as the leader of a smaller farming settlement, since he’s pretty sure if Tucker found out who he actually was he’d certainly go for the larger bounty of just taking him in. Tucker has a small suspicion on Jordan, mostly on the payment he offers as he’s rarely had offers so large. Tucker agrees to help him, but rather than a traditional payment, he wants Jordan, or any of his people, to help him to try and find Tom. Whether they find him alive or dead, he doesn’t care, but he wants to know what happened to his friend. Jordan agrees and the two head out towards an abandoned town where they hope to find the person causing Jordan such trouble.

Two - Tom arrives at the abandoned town expecting to find the two siblings he’d been regularly trading with especially since his self-imposed exile. What he doesn’t expect to find is the place half-wrecked with Redbeard sporting a head wound and Capsize nowhere to be found. Tom helps the other man with first aid, as he explains shaken that what looked like pre-apocalypse soldiers came and grabbed Capsize. When Tom questions why, Redbeard ends up explaining the situation with her bite, not expecting Tom to believe him and expecting even less for Tom to reveal his own scarred bite wound. The two set out to try and track down the soldiers.

Three - Though the rumours have been spreading through the facility for months about an apparent immune survivor being found on the outside, Sonja had never actually expected one to actually be found. But she watches as a woman is dragged yelling and fighting down the halls to an operation room, a woman with a bite on her shoulder far too old for her to have not turned under normal circumstances. Capsize finds herself locked in the cleanest room she’d seen, let alone been in, in years, terrified out of her mind as strangers talk about experiments and science beyond what she learned before the world went to shit. They ask her questions about the bite, and her medical history despite how she couldn’t remember any of that if she tried, but there’s a woman around her age who comes in and asks about her life, about the outside world, about seemingly anything but what everyone else seems focused on. She clings to her friendliness, hoping it means something. As she realises the others plan to actually experiment on a living human being, Sonja begins wondering if whatever hope they might have for a cure is really worth it.

At some point the plot lines would combine, but I have absolutely no idea when, I just liked the vibes of the starting pairs I laid out.

#ask #anon ask #ask game #mianite #mianite zombie apoc au #tucker iijeriichoii #tom syndicate #jordan captainsparklez #sonja firefoxx #captain capsize #skipper redbeard

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trickster-shi · 23 days

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WIP Updates

Been a while since I did one of these, and I should honestly be trying to sleep so this damn sore throat/respiratory crap goes away, but I just can't breathe when I lay down >_< however, I'm feeling a bit better than a couple days ago so I'll do this update and see if I can concentrate long enough to get some words in on at least one of these projects.

Project Zander:

I finished chapter five last night and sent it off to the beta readers. That one took a while to really come together to my satisfaction, especially the past scene. I had over 10k words on this chapter at one point before figuring out what it needed and cutting it down to 6500.

I am now working on outlining the next five chapters before I dive into chapter six.

Untitled Original Project:

I decided to scavenge some parts from Teenage Vigilante Witch and build an original story out of it. So far I like what I've got, which is about 4k words and needs a lot of outlining. Still keeping the found family aspect, but I'm doing a lot of world building and outlining to ensure it's a very different story from Teenage Viginate Witch. Looking back on it now, there was a lot of stuff I wish I'd explored in that first story, but it was written very fast and thrown up on archive to prove to myself that I could still write. I never intend to go back and edit or rewrite any of it, so I'm going to take the potential it had and put it into another story and take it a couple jogs to the left. Mostly, I'm going to be exploring that guilty/vigilante mindset with a spell amnesia twist that slowly pulls back to reveal a truth better left forgotten with a different take on found family. Still working out a lot of the details but I'm excited for it.

Home Across the Universe #10:

It's a little over 3k at the moment but I have notes and scenes in my email that I need to get and stitch together in the draft, so it's likely closer to 5k. Also, I already have the ending outlined and I'm excited to get to that since it's a cliffhanger I'm gonna get yelled at over. Looking forward to that. I may poke at this one today and see if I can get some more written on it.

Rabbit Come Home part 4:

Also a little over 3k written, I'm still outlining the scenes to make sure I include everything I need to so it's a satisfying ending. I'm shooting for this to be the end of the series and there are a lot of threads to tie off.

Into the Black, Episode 3:

Also sitting at 3k, this has a couple of chunk sitting in my email I need to stitch in as well. I haven't worked on it in a couple weeks and need to sit down and outline my scenes to figure out where it needs to go. I have a vague idea but not enough to work on, especially today with my mind being fried from sickness.

Untitled Sequel to the supposed Jurassic World/Teen Wolf Oneshot:

I told myself it was a one shot and I believed it for a while, but a plot bunny bit me after a recent rewatch of Fallen Kingdom and I now have...5,515 words of a sequel. It goes a bit AU from Fallen Kingdom because I had high hopes for the promises that movie set up for Dominion that Dominion just did not deliver for me. I'm still let down about that, apparently. I'm aiming to keep the story small in scale, but it was fun pitting Stiles against dinosaurs the first time and this sequel has him showcasing some more of his smarts while injured and a little delirious from pain meds, so it should be entertaining.

Aaand, that's all I've been working on lately. Hoping to get the next Home Across the Universe oneshot finished and posted first, though I'm not making any promises or predictions on when that will be. Hopefully I can scrape together enough brain cells to work on it today and get it closer to the end scene.

#shi speaks #teen wolf #fic updats #original works #project zander

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noahhawthorneauthor · 7 months

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I am so excited for the readalong! I've got my pencil and playlist ready, going to do all the annotating. I can't believe it's nearly been a while year since this beauty released, and I'm so proud of it.

Are you reading with us? The readalong starts on Halloween and will be very laid back, there's a Storygraph challenge and a Fable Book Club for those who like that sort of thing. I'll also be talking about my annotations and the book here on Tumblr. There is a playlist for the book here.

The ebook is still free for a couple more days, so head on over to my bookfunnel and pickup a copy if you haven't already ❤️🏳️‍🌈🍁

Cover art by @crossroadart-seabear

Blurb:

Arlo Rook has decided it’s time to move out of Garren Castle, home for orphans of all races, magical or not, at 100 years old.

It’s not the first time he’s left home, but after a setback that landed the Hedge Witch in the hospital a year ago, he ended up right back at square one. But now he’s ready to strike out on his own, despite his friend’s worries that he’s not ready for the ‘real world.’

Then, he crashes into a mess of copper curls and bright eyes, sending apothecary goods and his life into a chaotic mess. Thatch is a mysterious and incredibly wealthy benefactor of Levena, only spoken of but never seen. He requests a night of Arlo’s company and a tour of the city, which Arlo immediately declines.

But that’s not the last time they see each other, and it certainly wasn’t the first. Arlo doesn’t remember him, no one remembers Thatch after he visits, but Thatch never forgot the Witch with a familiar mark on his face.

Thatch Phantom is an immortal, the last of his kind and perpetually bored. When he’s not closing inter-dimensional rifts and corralling demons, he’s visiting his favorite city of all, Levena. Centuries ago, when life was particularly dull, he set up a scavenger hunt for a starving village, providing them with a year’s worth of supplies.

He anonymously returned year after year, upping the ante and providing less practical things, as the village had become a city and was wealthy beyond belief. Festivals were thrown in his honor, and have continued every year since. Hundreds of years later, The Game is still put on by the fabled ‘Scarlet Illusionist’, but no one has figured out who blesses them with the puzzles.

Once again, Thatch is listless and has decided to throw a wild card into this year’s Game. Whoever discovers him will win one wish of their choice, no restrictions. Aside from the obvious, such as no falling in love, murder or resurrection.

What he didn’t anticipate was crashing into the one person whose soul mark flares like a beacon when Thatch is around, teasing the immortal with the one thing he wants most.

Someone to call home.

What follows is a wild chain of events filled with magical coffee shops, villains with vendettas against cheese makers, moving tattoos, grand puzzles, and second chances at love, and life.

#aelina isaacs #phantom and rook #queer books #queer fantasy books #gay books #gay romance #indie books #cozy fantasy #queer urban fantasy #urban fantasy #readalong #free books #read along #magical realism #indie author #writers on tumblr #urban fantasy books

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drewzelle · 4 months

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“nine mutuals you want to know better” tag game!

Tagged by @sarenhale ! I didn't have access to my computer the past couple days so I'm a bit late, but this was a lot of fun!! Thank you for the tag <3

Last Song: lately I've been relaxing to the Hollow Knight OST (City of Tears best track) but in terms of lyrical music, I recently rewatched the music video for "Little Dark Age" by MGMT because its vibes are fucking impeccable and mesmerizing (I can watch it on repeat for hours)

Favorite Color: purple is my go-to answer (especially blue-ish purples), but I also really love dark greens and desaturated earthy colors so much

Last Movie/TV Show: I feel like I haven't been watching movies lately (I'm more of a show person because I like longer form narratives) but I think the last one I watched was "Better Off Dead" while I was visiting my family for the holidays. It was a weird/surreal but good time! As for shows, I finally got around to watching Scavenger’s Reign!! Every aspect was just amazing, especially the worldbuilding and visuals. 2D animation is probably my favorite medium, so I'm really glad we're seeing more animation for adults that wants to tell a story instead of being a delivery device for lame sex jokes and cringe humor. OH ALSO DUNGEON MESHI!!! For a lot of the same reasons! Excited to watch the new episode tonight :>

Sweet / Spicy / Savory: I have a HUGE sweet tooth, so if I had to pick one, that would be it. Savory foods are great and I love them, I just have a leftover "now's your chance!" impulse from not being allowed much sugar as a kid that I can't seem to get rid of. I'm also weak to the "I deserve a lil treat" trap if I've got a bunch of sweet snacks around, so I have to be careful. As for spicy….I am SO completely unable to handle spicy food it’s almost funny, but really it’s just tragic because I LOVE cuisines known for being spicy, like mexican and thai. If I eat out, I always have to be like “can you please make it mild?” and even then, if it's not seasoned for the babiest of babies, my mouth will burn and my weak, white-person tummy will hurt.

Relationship Status: I keep forgetting I’m getting married in less than six months. My partner and I got engaged like two years ago and have lived together for almost five, so my brain just defaults to "there’s probably a guy nearby" and doesn’t think much deeper on it than that.

Last thing I googled: "morels" because I was discussing mushrooms with my friend and those are some cool lookin' guys! Shaggy ink caps too!

Current Obsession: …….One Piece 😅 I was a big fan as a teen but only got as far as the Skypiea arc before I fell off reading/watching it. The hype over the new live action version reminded me the series existed, so I’ve been not so slowly making my way through again, picking up where I left off. I love how absolutely bonkers, there-are-no-rules, anime-ass-anime it is, but also how genuine and heartfelt it can be. I also enjoy how character-driven so much of the plot is which works because of how interesting the characters are (Chopper, Robin, and Franky are my favs). I just got to the timeskip, so I’m maybe…halfway through? between this and BG3, RIP my free time lol

Last Book: I've been reading through Seiji Yoshida's "Houses with a Story" (slowly, because I want to really take it in and savor it) and it's been a delight. Very relaxing and inspiring :> (up next, I finally got copies of the Locked Tomb series, so soon I will be enjoying The Space Lesbians)

Looking forward to: Being able to organize and enjoy my "new" office space after some hectic days! My partner and I realized we barely spend any time in our bedroom except for sleeping, so we swapped my office into the bigger room in our apartment! There were some complications with getting the internet working on my PC, but we finally got it all smoothed out. Now I finally have all my books and sewing/crafting/creative stuff in one place without it feeling cramped or hiding things away in storage :>

Thank you again for the tag! I'm tagging @justagoos, @icicleteeth, @lunarliart, @saltsparkle, @fael-draws, @juliedillon, @ninamodaffari, @crabdominalpain, and the final slot for anyone else who wants to join in - but please don't feel obligated, this is just for fun! :>

#thanks again for the tag Saren :D #it was fun to read yours and I'm excited to read some for the people I tagged!#drew says words #personal.txt #tag game #long post

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a-silver-dragoness · 1 year

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"How long she dreamed to never wake

Not to die but forever sleep

To shed mortal coil and ascend

As dragon goddess

Winged and content"

I was browsing Tumblr a couple days ago when I was struck with this intense, forest fire of inspiration. I don't remember the exact post, but suddenly it was like "I NEED TO MAKE THIS ART RIGHT NOW", and that burning inspiration hasn't ceased following it's creation.

I really, really want to gush over my favorite, most influential dragons of my life, so be prepared for a long summary/explanation!

From (top) left to right:

Everlasting Dragon, Dark Souls: "Rumour it may be, but I have heard of a surviving ancient dragon who resides in this land. A coterie of Undead serves the dragon, as they train to become dragons themselves. Sounds unlikely, but you never know, do you?"

- Domhnall of Zena

Light Fury, HTTYD THW: My favorite species in HTTYD! A welcome change to the classical "big, scaly monster" category that 90% of dragons fall into. We need more sparkly, feminine dragon species IMO. I know a huge chunk of the fandom hates this species because of it's feminine traits, and the individual that represents the species is female (females aren't supposed to have sparkles, such a horrible design REEEEEEEEEE), but I feel like everyone forgets that the ENTIRE species is feminine and sparkly, not just the Nameless Light Fury. There are male Light Furies with these traits, which everyone conveniently forgets, and assumes the entire species is all female or something?

I've seen plenty of really good redesigns, but it makes me feel bad that so many people hate the species enough to change everything about them. They make the species more masculine, more bulky, more "big, scaly monster". They make the species look more like Night Furies, which makes me feel kinda weird. But regardless, I will always prefer the canon design over any redesign.

Blue, Wings of Fire: My first exposure to WoF was the Graphic Novel of The Dark Secret. I was like, "Woah! Dragons as the main POV characters! That's so cool! I've been waiting for this my whole life!" So, I eventually bought all five Graphic Novels, and checked out The Lost Continent from my local library, and I've been hooked ever since. I currently own the entire 3rd arc, the Winglets, and Darkstalker. I know the fandom probably hates the scavengers in the last book, but as long as dragons continue the be the main POV characters, I couldn't care less how involved they are. Plus, as long as you have two intelligent species in room together, they're eventually going to figure out how to communicate (it's inevitable).

SilkWings are my favorite WoF species. Flamesilk (or just spinning silk and weaving it into tapestries) is an awesome ability, and a very unique feature for a dragon species. I have this strange, prominent love for four winged dragons in general, but I do prefer SilkWings over HiveWings. The ability the cocoon oneself and emerge five days later with wings is a concept that.... interests me greatly. I wish I could grow wings too.

Red Dragon, OG Demon's Souls: I have very fond memories of watching my brother run through Boletaria 1-2, running from the red dragon on those bridges to get to the Tower Knight boss fight. Their roar is unforgettable, and it's makes me happy to hear it. I don't mind the Remake, but I very much prefer the OG Demon's Souls. It has a very wonderful, janky old game feel (DS2 also feels this way to me), and the OST can't be topped. Plus, it has the sexiest armor in any video game, the Fluted Knight Set.

Ryukotsusei, Inuyasha: The first time seeing an eastern dragon was at my cousin's place. She had a few seasons of Inuyasha, and a Sailor Moon movie (the one with the winged unicorn). Probably not the most appropriate thing for a little kid to be watching (I remember Kagome getting kidnapped by a demon and waking up naked in a bathtub), but for my first anime experience I had alot of fun. Definitely had a crush on Koga. I remember drawing a circle in my hand and pretending to suck up demons at school.

The One That Got Away: I read this dragon book in elementary school, and I've never been able to find it again. I've only read it once, and when I went back for it, I never found it again. It has been bothering me for YEARS that I've never been able to find this wonderful book again. So, if anyone has any idea what book I'm taking about, please, PLEASE, send me a message or send an ask with the title! Here's what I remember.

A dragon (maybe red) swooping down grabbing a sheep, with veins seen in its wings, a farmer watches as his sheep is taken away. A dragon hunting a herd of deer. A dragon in a cave, with words like "this dragon's wings are too tight/big for this cave, it'll have to find a new cave soon".

On the bottom are things that might represent or be connected with my godkin identity. I could explain each one, but I'm very tired, and I don't want to do that.

Thank you for making it to the bottom of this VERY long post! Enjoy your day!

#dovahzul #dragonkin #godkin #dark souls #light fury #demon's souls #inuyasha #poem #my art #silkwing #httyd hidden world

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kittygrobemlin · 1 year

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Last of us x reader chapter four - Doomcoming part 2

Summary: As third month rolls in and nearing the fourth month your patrol outside of Jackson went sideways but your homecoming took a turn for the worst

Warning: mentions of blood and violence

Music: Doomcoming by Craig Wedren

Word count: 4.1k

Note: sorry this took longer to put out, so you know when you have an idea for something and the moment your about to write it down and it just disappears so that’s what happened to me so that's why this chapter took awhile to be made

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The third month had rolled in quick, you had been going out on a lot of patrols, Maria was weary of letting you since what happened with you last month

But Tommy had agreed to accompany you on the patrols but it felt more like he was your keeper and you were some feral animal being tamed, you had tried to shake Tommy off and tried to find Joel on the first few weeks but Tommy always caught on before that even happened

So you gave up trying and took up hunting food and scavenging for items in buildings or abandoned camps and cabins, you had found quite a lot of useful items and brought them back to Jackson

When you did go on patrols, you only carried a crossbow and a knife, you believed if you fired a gun it would scare away any prey and it would alert any infected or raiders to your position

But each patrol you went on something felt different, you had noticed you were reverting back to your way of surviving before you had reunited with Tommy, Tess and Joel

Like you would walk or crawl on your hands and feet like Gollum when you were hunting or scavenging and you also started to revert back to your lost boy fashion, some people in Jackson thought this was strange but didn't question it

but at night and sometimes in the day you start feeling different like you were becoming a feral animal, it felt like a switch in the back of your mind would just turn on without you being were of it

So as you neared the fourth month, you ponder to yourself if you should stay out in the wilderness but stay close by cause you felt nothing tied you to Jackson except for the house, yes you had Tommy and Maria but they weren't what you needed, what you needed was …..

A sudden clash in the air startled you as it brought you back to reality, as looked around you remember you were far outside of Jackson with Tommy as a storm had appeared out of nowhere as you's took shelter in a cabin but at the same time the sun was setting as you looked at Tommy with worried eyes

"Tommy I think you should take the bedroom tonight" Tommy looked at you then glanced at the window to see the sun setting then back to you "no it'll be okay, we'll be fine plus I'll be getting dinner ready before that happens" "do you want to test that theory"

"Y/N why do you want me to take the bedroom", you looked at Tommy with unsure eyes "I don't know, I just have this feeling like something is about to happen tonight so that's why I want you to take the bedroom and I don't think Maria would be too happy with me if you return home injured"

Tommy started to think to himself and understand what you were on about but as he looked around the room to notice there were a couple of sharp objects scattered around the room and that's when Tommy decided

"okay Y/N I've decided that you will take the bedroom and I'll stay out here", "are you sure Tommy, that sofa doesn't look comfortable what if your back gave out during the night" "Y/N did you just call me old" "maybe" you let out chuckle before retreating to the bedroom, Tommy watches you retreat to the bedroom he was stunned by hearing your chuckle then smiled himself and shook his head

As the sun set and night had begun, Tommy had just finished making dinner and he called out your name to get something to eat but there was no answer

Tommy got up from the sofa and walked over to the bedroom door he knocked first to hear if there were any signs of life, when there was no answer, he then tried to open the door that's when he noticed it was locked

"Y/N did you lock the door" still no answer "come on Y/N open the door so I can give you some food, you've been starving all day, you got to eat something" that's when he heard it the faint sound of growling

Tommy took his hand off the door handle for a second, he couldn't believe what he was hearing, he thought he was going to hear you do your mimicking of a clicker not animalistic one

But as he placed his hand on the door handle again and was about to give the door a shove, a clash of thunder erupted from outside as it scared him enough that he rushed to look out the window to see that the wind had picked up along with the rain, that's when another clash of thunder happened but Tommy realised it wasn't thunder but it was a window being smashed

Tommy looked around the room to check where the shattered glass was but there was nothing, except for the bedroom that you were in

"Y/N!!!!, Y/N ANSWER ME, I NEED TO KNOW IF YOUR OKAY" once again there was no answer so Tommy walked up to the bedroom door and grabbed the handle and prayed you don't attack him as he gave the door a hard shove with his shoulder

The door broke open as Tommy stumbled into the room to find the bed was destroyed like the bed sheets, duvet and pillows were torn apart but what caught his eye more was the howling of the wind outside

He saw the window that was smashed, only problem was it wasn't smashed inwards as there was no glass on the floor, it was smashed outward and that's when it dawned on him

You had smashed the window and fled through it into the stormy night and Tommy felt like he couldn't breathe as the howling wind cut through the cabin, he knew he had to get out and look for you because this was something new, you had never done this before

Before Tommy left the bedroom he checked around it first to see if you left anything behind, he found your crossbow but not your knife but while he was looking he noticed on the window sill there was blood and all Tommy thought was in that moment was "Maria is going to kill me"

So when it became morning and the storm had passed Tommy left the cabin to go find you wherever you are as he yells out your name

For you, you had woken up very tired and achy as you crawl out of where you sleeping and sat up but as you opened your eyes you noticed you were in the forest and not the cabin but it only got weirder as you could taste cooper in your mouth which alerted you

But as you stood up and look around that's when you noticed your clothes and hair were soaked in blood, your mind became alert with worry thinking you had hurt Tommy but when you looked around to see no Tommy, you were thankful

But you were concerned in how you became bloody in the first place so as you turned around, your foot hit something that nearly made you fall over, so as you looked down to see a very large stag laying dead in front of you made you wide eyed

You looked over the stags body to notice it's chest to it's stomach had been cut open but that's what made you realise that you had done this, you tauntaun a stag during the night

Before you could think of anything, a twig snapped in the distance it was very close you as you ducked behind the stag and looked out for the person or creature that made the noise

That's when you spotted two lone male raiders walking in the forest one had a gun, the other had a bat, they looked like they were hunting for something

They stopped to talk to each other sadly they were to far away to hear what they were saying but that's when you heard a faint yell in the distance

It was Tommy yelling for you but the two raiders also heard him yelling and both decided to head to his position, you decided to follow them but from a far so attack then before they reach Tommy

They eventually stopped as they spotted Tommy from a far so did you, one of raiders spoke to their partner "Ok remember what I taught you, I'll distract him and all you have to do is batter him on the back of his head"

You watched as they explained their plan out loud and all you could think was you needed to get Tommy's attention but without getting caught so you cupped your hands around your nose and mouth and let out a monstrous howl

This spooked the two raiders as they looked around frantically and for Tommy he heard it too but instead of leaving, he decided to follow the noise instead

You watched as the raiders split from each other to look for noise that's when you took the opportunity to ponce

The raider with the gun was looking around until he heard running in his direction but as he turned around that's when you ponced and tackled him to the ground

But his gun went off alerting his partner and Tommy, the both of you went tumbling a bit down hill a bit until he was straddling you in the tussle

You could hear his partner catching up and in that moment he started to talk to you "what did you think was going to happen darling, you've lost"

He leaned into you and started to sniff you as you turned your head to get him away for him to only let out a chuckle

As his partner grew closer, he turned his head to call out to him "we're over hea….." In this moment you took out your knife and stabbed it into the side of his neck

As the blood pooled out of his neck onto your face you closed your eyes in this moment, the now dead raider slummed down on top of you as his partner appeared a few steps away

"Hey are you good man what was that" he was met with no answer except for his partners body being pushed to the side as you started to stand up and look at him

You made eye contact with the dead raider partner and you could tell he was scared shitless he didn't know what to do

You tilted your head and licked your lips as you stared out the raider "this is part where you run"

The raider dropped his bat and went off running as you gave him a running start so when he was slightly far out is when you gave chase

You started running after him on hands and feet, the raider turned his head to see you gaining on him "what the hell" as you gained on him

He wasn't looking where he was going, he tripped and fell down a hill, the moment he reached the bottom was impaled a piece of wood and was bleeding out

You stopped at the top of the hill out of breath but you watched the raider at the bottom of hill struggle then eventually passing out from blood loss

You hadn't noticed Tommy was also at the bottom of the hill looking at you with shocked wide eyes

Tommy was so happy that he found you but he was concerned as he saw your hair, face and clothes were covered in blood

"Y/N" Tommy yelled your name as you looked in his direction with joy and happiness, you started to climb down the hill slowly and forgetting about the raider that was also at the bottom of the hill dead

As you reached the bottom you jumped into Tommy's arms and hugged him not caring that your clothes were staining his

"Tommy I'm so sorry you came out here because of me, I would have eventually returned back to the cabin" Tommy gently grabbed your shoulders and looked at your face

You weren't crying at all, you just looked exhausted "Y/N what happened last night and why are you covered in blood"

You looked away from Tommy "Tommy what happened last night is a blur but I can tell you how I got bloody, I may have tauntaun a stag"

Tommy looked at you with bewilderment "and for your face, why does it look fresh" you chewed the inside of your lip as you looked Tommy dead in the eye "I killed a raider so the blood that's on my face belongs to him and his partner that is over there on the ground"

Tommy looked at the raiders body then back at you, he wanted to ask how but he noticed you were just really exhausted

"Hey how about we head back ho…" "ow" Tommy looked at you as you have your eyes squeezed shut for second as you pull your right glove off to see a small piece of wood sticking out of your hand

"Hey you okay that looks painful" "It is" you let out a hiss as Tommy gently looked at your hand "wait how did you manage to get wood in your hand in the first place" you wouldn't meet Tommy's eyes "i don't know, I must of got it when I tackled the first raider"

Tommy looked at you knowing you weren't telling the truth "hm ok well I'm going to remove the piece of wood, it might sting a bit" as Tommy removed the wood, you let out a hiss and yanked your hand away, there was a small trickle of blood forming from where the wood was

Tommy was about to wrap some cloth around your hand but he watched as you started to lick your wound clean and bleeding stopped

You looked at Tommy with an awkward smile "so I'm guessing now the hunt patrol is over now it's time to head back to Jackson now"

Tommy looked at you and nodded as you's started to walk away from the hill and headed back towards the cabin to collect the rest of your equipment after doing that you's set off back to Jackson

Tommy had handed you your crossbow again as you two walked, it was silent until Tommy spoke up

"Hey Y/N do you ever think about it" you tilt you head in confusion "about what Tommy" "have you ever thought what if Joel returned what would you do"

You stopped for a second but started to walk again "I haven't thought of it much, I think I want to give him hell but Sarah wants me to go easy on him so I'll try my best but if they did return, I don't know what version of me they're going to meet"

Tommy looked at you with pained eyes when you mentioned Sarah "well if Joel does return I'll be giving a good old punch to the face but I'll also explain to them the new rules"

You let out a heartful laugh "I would pay to watch that" Tommy started to laugh too

As you neared Jackson it was already the afternoon but before you reached the gates, you managed to hunt four rabbits and a young buck, you managed to find a thick piece of wood and tie the young buck to it so it would be easier to carry

As you and Tommy watched the gates, the guard's standing at the gate looked at you with concern when they seen you cover head to toe in dried blood and Tommy who only had patches of blood on him

Tommy handed the young buck to the guards, as you two started to head back to your homes, you had noticed there was a lot more people out today

You could hear hushed whispers and finger pointing at you, you tried your best to ignore it but Tommy noticed as you were silently snarling at them

"Well this is me, I'll try and get these rabbits dressed then made into rabbit stew, I'll bring some over to you and Maria since it's still light outside" "thanks Y/N, Maria will appreciate that, I'll see you in a bit"

You waved Tommy off as you headed inside but the moment you entered the house the moment you placed your crossbow on the kitchen chair, you felt like someone walked over your grave, you tried your best to shrug it off as you tended to the rabbits

The moment you had finished dressing the rabbits and placed them in the stew you hadn't realised the sun had set that's when you heard it, the creaking on the floor boards

As for Tommy he slowly returned home as he entered his household he too could feel something was off, "hey Maria, I'm home sorry we were gone for a long time also Y/N may need some sti….."

Tommy stopped in the middle of the front room as he stared into the kitchen as he saw his brother Joel standing there, Tommy was like a deer in headlights but he was brought out of his frozen stance by a voice

"Hey Tommy" Tommy clenched his fist ready to punch Joel but stopped when Maria while holding their child touched his shoulder

"Tommy I know you want to punch him but now isn't a good time, you look exhausted and why is there blood on clothes"

Tommy looked down at Maria with a small smile before turning his attention back to Joel "when did you return"

Joel rubbed the back of his neck while looking at Tommy and Maria "We uh just got back today, so I came over here to talk to Maria and hopefully get caught up on things but I see you now have a kid…. So uh congratulations, Y/N must have been overjoyed when they saw them"

Tommy and Maria looked at each other then back at Joel "Y/N hasn't met Oisín yet" "what why not" Tommy opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out so Maria spoke instead "they've just been….. busy"

As the three of them spoke to each other, Tommy realised the sun had set and you hadn't shown up, Tommy furrowed his eyebrows while looking outside

"Tommy, are you okay" "they should have been here by now, they were going to give us some rabbit stew but the sun has set" "maybe they're just tired and forgot" "maybe, well Joel we better get you and Ellie set up in the front room tonight, so just call her down and…."

"Ellie's not here" "What do you mean not here, where the hell is she Joel" "she's at the house" Maria went wide eyed when Joel mentioned the house as she looked between Joel and Tommy and prayed quietly to herself hoping it wasn't your house "which house Joel" "Our house the one you gave us when we first arrived here"

Maria went to tell Tommy he had to get Ellie out of there but when she turned to tell him, he was already out the door before she could say anything

Joel he has never seen Tommy move so fast before, it was like he was told a house was on fire or someone was going to get killed

Back at the house Ellie had just woken up, she realised it was dark as she took a deep breath in, she could smell food from downstairs, so she decided to go get some, thinking it was Joel that made it

When Ellie descend the stairs, she noticed the staircase was creaking and tried to make less noise, when she reached the bottom Ellie noticed none of the lights were on the only source of light was coming from outside

Ellie entered the kitchen looking for the food only to find a small bowl of stew but amongst to Ellie the bowl of stew was left there as bait because the moment she placed her hand on the bowl

Tapping could be heard somewhere in the house, Ellie looked around thinking it must of been a mouse or something so she decided to turn her attention back to the bowl

She tried to take a spoonful of the stew when the tapping happened again along with the sound of something being scraped across something but this it was coming from within the kitchen

This scared Ellie as she dropped the spoon into the bowl as she looked around to see where the noise was coming from, that's when she locked eyes with you

You had been crouching in an open cupboard of the kitchen watching Ellie as for all she could see was a humanoid somewhat shadow figure with hair stuck to their face and then wearing odd looking bladed claw gloves

"Um hello what the hell are you doing in my house" you tilted your head to the side as you opened your mouth for the clicker noise to come out

Ellie froze on the spot when she heard it but soon she was unfrozen when she heard someone yell out her name from outside as Ellie turned to look to see who it was

When she heard the front door open, she caught a glimpse of who it was, the moment Tommy opened the front door and saw Ellie standing in the kitchen with her head turned looking at him

Tommy noticed you had appeared out of the cupboard and now was standing a few inches In front of Ellie

Ellie turned to look to face you but was shocked to see you standing In front of her but now she got a good look at you with your face still covered in dried blood, you had brought one finger of the bladed claw glove onto Ellie's face to move a piece of hair out of the way, Ellie could feel the blade as it gently glide her skin but Ellie recognised it was you

"Y/N?" You looked Ellie dead in the eye, as you dropped your hand away when she said your name but you responded to her by letting out a terrifying howl scream to which Ellie grabbed the small bowl of stew and threw the contents in your face to which you hissed

Ellie turned around to make a break for the door where she saw Tommy making the hand motion to hurry so as Ellie was nearly out the door into Tommy's arms

She was yanked back into the house by you, you had grabbed her by the collar of her clothes making her fall to the ground while you had shut the door not caring Tommy was there

Ellie looked up at you as you crouched down to examine her on hands and feet while you hunched your back, you were about to sniff Ellie when you realised who the stranger was In front of you was "Elli…" sadly you were hit in the side of the head with the small bowl that had the stew in it

You let anguish scream as you placed your hands to your head and doubled over away from Ellie, Ellie used this time to escape as she opened the door Tommy grabbed her and closed the door

Ellie cried out in Tommy's arms as Tommy cradled Ellie not saying anything "T-t-tommy, i-is Y/N infected" "no no their not" "what happened to them" Tommy looked Ellie in the eye and let out a deep sigh "do you remember when you and Joel left here back in December and I said it's only going to get worse"

Ellie nodded her head then it clicked this was your worst "all I can tell you Ellie is Y/N didn't want you to see this side of them and if we had known you here before the sun went down this could all have been avoided"

Tommy decided to head back to his house with Ellie but before they left, they both heard tapping coming from a window when they looked, they saw you looking at them with your face pressed up against the window

Tommy saw the fresh blood trickling down your face as you pressed your face on the glass, he turned his head slightly to look at Ellie as she tried to stifle a cry "I didn't mean to hit them that hard" "Ellie your not at fault here and it's ok, I'll bring Maria round tomorrow to get them stitches"

Tommy gave Ellie a small pat on the back, they started to walk away as you kept tapping the window to get their attention but they ignored you the moment they were out of your line of vision "I'm sorry"

#last of us x reader #tlou x reader #tommy miller x reader #joel miller x reader #ellie williams x reader

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" Is O l De! "

The trembling voice of the king echoes throughout the hall, but none were there to listen. Even if some life remained in this derelict manse, it would not heed to his command; This was not his kingdom, not Camavor, but some foregone crypt on an atoll far from his domain. That this place was for the dead meant nothing now, for this entire island had become nothing but a tomb, sealing the dead behind waters only his mist could cross.

He would not find her here, he told himself, and the thought was enough to ache a heart long since gone. His anguish spews from the endless nothing where his heart had been, drifting down and disappaiting among the dank air of the crypt.

' My king? '

Viego tilts his head down, that he might even for a moment escape the sounds of the ballroom. The incessant chatter of the crowds, the light of the chandelier almost blinding the sullen King. He puts the glass of wine to his tongue and tastes nothing.

How could they celebrate? How could they dance and make merry with their king wrapped in such ceaseless malady? How could there be laughter when Camavor himself caught not but weep and writhe at the thought of his beloved lost?

His every moment was grief. Viego could not stomach the way his court, his people, had seemed to forget the tragedy of their queen. He had even come to hate the sun itself for shining, the sky for not pouring down rain as pallid and heavy as his soul.

The glass was now a bottle, but still he tastes nothing. The blood of the berry is like ash on his tongue failing even to numb the senses and provide an escape he so desired. The sniveling servant behind him begs him to set the bottle down.

" I WILL TELL YOU WHEN I'VE HAD ENOUGH! " He snaps, but when he raises his head there is no servant, nor ball, nor had these been any life in this grand chamber for a thousand years, save for the plants and the birds and the scavenging beasts. He recognized the grand hall, even through the overgrowth. Once, the room was his; great feasts and celebrations were held in his honor, but now the only kings who feasted here were the rats and the spiders and the bones they called subjets.

He drags his finger across the great table, leaving not even a trail through the dust as it glides along. He remembers the faces of his father, his brother, his cousins, all feasting here. He remembers the faces of subjects come and gone, different in every night, and there were a thousand.

Then he remembers that it was here that it happened; She was taken from him, by poison, or by a knife.. how, he can't remember. He can't remember her face even as he watches the life drain out of it.

He nearly collapses to the table, arms too weak to hold his quivering form. When he glances up, he's in his bedroom, Isolde sat across from him, brushing her hair. He lunges for her, to touch her, but she's gone. In front of him is just a mirror, reflecting a far colder chamber without her warmth. In the reflection, he can see her body laying in their bed. He does not look at it; He realized long ago it wasn't her.

The painting. A great, oil-canvas commemorated to the couple on their wedding day hung in the ruined king's throne room. If he could just get to it, just see her face one last time..

He turns from the mirror and he's in a great, winding walkway in the ruins of his castle. He moves quickly down the desolate hall, the apparition opening the door that should lead to the throne room, but as he passes through the threshold he's back in the crypt. Pacing, he goes through another, only to find himself back in his cold chambers.

Another door. He's back in the hallway. Another, he's on a ship, throwing that door overboard in a fit of rage. Another, he's pacing through the dead fields of Camavor. Another, he is in a foreign land, hand on the throat of a terrified fisherman.

The king keeps walking, with each threshold he passes taking him somewhere besides where he wants to go. Like a phantom, he appears and reappears across the lands his mist touches, across forgotten memories and ruined staterooms. He keeps walking, forcing his way through the fog until finally he appears before the portrait he sought.

Viego falls to his knees. Before him hung the portrait he remembered; The hallowed king and his beloved, hand in hand, a testament to a love now only he remembered. The king lamented; Isolde's half of the portrait was tarnished, her face ripped away by him in another episode, past forgotten. A terrible, black gash sat where her face once was, exactly as the king saw when he tried to remember his beloved.

Agony pours from his chest, suffocating the room in the black nothing. The king tilts his head back, letting the sorrow wash over him. The mist swirled and whipped into a frenzy, blanketing the room, and then the castle, and then the countryside, drowning everything it touched in Viego's frenzied anguish.

In an instant, ships and cities fell into the maw of the black. Sailors were pulled under the waves. Shrieking maws stole parents from their children. Doors and windows were barred as the dead returned pounded and clawed at the walls of the living, echoing their king's pain in every agonized wail and grotesque scream.

The Ruined King was weeping, and the living would suffer for it.

#idk

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