#it's a fucking prison and i am so fucking tired of it fighting me at every conceivable turn

[thealexanderfiles]

DCU from a Marvel fans limited perspective

recently i've accidently been sucked into the DCU universe, mostly Bat family, if i'm being honest, and although i've never watched a single movie/episode, this is what i have gathered from purely reading the occasional fanfiction/lots of tumblr posts

SPOILERS i guess

There are A LOT of batkids

Bruce Wayne adopts these motherfuckers like they're some kind of limited edition pokemon set

no one is actually sure how many there are but if you have black hair and blue eyes and live in gotham, Batman doesn't care if you've got parents or not. you're coming home with him

There appears to be five Robins and Batman goes though these children like a chainsmoker with a pack of cigarettes

people die a lot

Thats okay though because people come back to life a concerning amount as well

Jason Todd died and came back to life by being dumped in a pit of magical water

Damien Wayne is the only biological child of Bruce and he mentions this a lot

Dick Greyson was the first Robin and the first adoption and i think he and Bruce got in a fight and he left to become Nightwing

Jason Todd stole the Batmobile's wheels and became the second Robin. after he came back to life he became Red Hood

Tim Drake was not an orphan, he just fit Bruce's target demographic and was conveniently close (I mean come on, it's like express shipping) He is also some kind of super-genius. He was the third Robin but became Red Robin/Drake

Stephanie brown(?) was the fourth robin(?), not sure for how long. People get upset when other people forget. I think she's called Spoiler or something

Damien Wayne is the final Robin. Hes this assassins son and im pretty sure Talia dropped him off at the Wayne Manor and said, "I had him through the terrible twos, you get the teen years'

Not entirely sure if Tim runs Wayne enterprises

Brucie wayne is the funniest fucking thing i swear

He's so stupid

not sure is Tim, Dick and Jason follow Bruce's lead and become absolute airheads as well

Alfred is a butler

Alfred has guns

There's someone called Duke and Cass knocking around

The Justice League think Batman works alone

someone in the JL is allergic to the colour yellow

there is a concerning amount of Danny Phantom x DC crossover fics

sames goes for Miraculous

Tim Drake is Bi and for some reason people don't like that

internet is divided on whether of not Batman is a bad dad

#OnlyInGotham is a thing?

Gotham is like an australian NYC

the Riddler is a not funny, less aggressive version of the Joker

apparently Alcatraz and Arkham are different prisons but thats on me

there's a whole group of superheroes out there, each have strong powers and they decide to leave the most dangerous city to the member that has no powers and dresses up as an anthropomorphic bat and runs around the city causing copious amounts of property damage with his children

there is a girl called barbra? Gordon

there is a criminally small amount of content for the girls

for some reason people ship the bat kids together, ike, anytime you have to remind yourself 'its TECHNICALLY not incest is Not Good'

Clark Kent is running round acting as if his reading glasses are the only thing standing between a normal life and CHAOS and the worst thing is that he is right

i am a MCU fan and i was SO sure that Deadpool was MCU but now i'm not so sure

Fandom likes to have this troupe that Bruce wayne doesn't believe batman exists when obviously the superior troupe is that Gotham is pretty sure they are exes

teen titans and young justice are a thing but i cant figure out which robin is who.

Damien Wayne has enough animals to open a zoo

who tf in the batfam are metas?????

Batman has definetely used the Tired Dad voice on villains and the Brucie Wayne voice on the JL

Bruce Wayne has contingency plans if someone discovers his contingency plans

THERES A PLACE CALLED THE FUCKING BAT BURGER???????

it took 2 robins until batman realized that a small child running around in a vest top and speedos was not the greatest idea

Someone needs to tell me, like right now what's going on, where to start and what to read. bc rn im LIVING on chaotic fics

#bruce wayne #brucie wayne #batman #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #dc robin #dc comics #dc universe #someone pls tell me what DC means im actually loosing my mind here #batfam

[pynkricee]

INNOCENCE

PartOne

“Ah….. so you're the disobedient brat the Chief of Justine has sent to me today..?” I said walking over slowly with my arms crossed, leaning up against the cell.

“Yeah .. so the fuck what?” I could tell from the voice that this was a woman, it was soft and sultry, but I couldn't let that come in between my job and what I was supposed to do. Her hands were tied harshly with rope behind her back and she was covered in thick like, long, dirty brown hoodie with the hood completely covering her face.

I let out a snort from her response. My clothes started to rustle as I moved up against the cell looking down at her. “ How fucking cute! You're playing all tough.. But I can hear you trembling.”

“You can't hear shit.. Wrio..”

I raised an eyebrow, giving you a small glare from my dark blue eyes, I took a step and stood facing you. “ Oh but.. I can.. just from your voice alone. I can hear your breathing speed up, and your heartbeat quicken… You're fucking scared shirtless, aren't you prisoner?”

Your head slightly turned to face me, still laying covered from the shadow that formed from that ratchet hoodie over her head. “Of Who.. You? None of you people scare me. Plus… I have to reason to be here.” You then leaned over facing the other way.

“Oh.. how old of you. But then again, I'm not surprised. Criminals like you tend to be pretty fucking cocky… It's only a matter of time before that arrogance comes crashing all the way down.” I stay quiet for a second, crossing my arms, leaning against the bars.

“I don't care that you're not scared.. However, your heart suggests otherwise. Your pulse quickened right when I got here..And don't even try to deny it.”

I could see you then sneer your face up, turning your head to the other side. “Fuck You…”

I let out a small chuckle, smiling at the shit coming out your mouth. “ Oh, and what's with that swearing? You don't want to hurt my poor feelings, do you now?” Another smile spread across my face as my eyes locked onto you. “You have a bad potty mouth,don't you? Are we getting emotional and angry?”

“No.. maybe because I'm fully human..”

That was enough to make me raise my eyebrows a little bit. “Oh really? And what makes you think that I'm not.. fully human, hm?”

“I can tell you aren't. I've heard about you and what you can do. So… why am I here anyway?” Not once did this woman try to fight or move like she wanted to physically get out of this cell. But I could tell something was going on that I wasn't fully aware of.

I could feel my smug smile spread across my lips.. “Ah.. Yes.. I've heard that my reputation precedes me. You're here because the Chief of Justice decided to put you in my custody until your trial begins. But….There's more. I actually have a proposition for you.”

I heard you let out a small sigh.. “And..What's that?”

I shifted a little, leaning in closer to you. “My proposition is .. Simple, really. I want you to be my assistant. My temporary assistant, if you will….”

“Now.. why the fuck would I do that? You don't know me, or anything about me. You don't know my name or what I even look like as a matter of fact. All you see is a person in front of you covered up and a voice.. a voice you talk to.”

You were right….

“ Well.. That's correct, all I know of you is what I hear from your voice. But do you know.. You don't actually have to show me your face?” I lean in closer, narrowing my eyes to you.. “ You keep that hood up..it hides your identity.. What you look like..Your face. And as such, I can't tell the Chief of Justice about any of this….I promise..”

“But you do need to know my identity if I'm going to be working for you..” The sound of your voice began to become more softer as you spoke to me. Tired like even.

“Hmmm.. That is true. But the thing is..” I leaned back up against the cell.. my cuffs clinging to the metal. “...My proposition isnt intended to be exactly legitimate… It's illegal work. If anyone finds out I could get into a lot of fuckking trouble. So you need to keep everything we do.. quiet and discreet. Understand?”

“I'll do it if…..”

I smile a little knowing you were about to accept my offer. “If…”

“If you let me go in the next week. I'll be your assistant..”

“An interesting demand..But I suppose we can do that. How about seven days instead?”

“Deal..now..” You finally stood turning to me, covered in that hoodie I so desperately wanted to take off. “You need to know what I look like. How about you come through these bars and take a look..”

I jerked my head back as I could feel my face darken for a moment but I quickly covered it up with a smile. “Hmmm.. Fine..If that's what you wish…” I look down at the ground taking a step back. “Now you do realize that I.. I don't know what you could look like.. but I'll trust you aren't too hideous.”

“Who's to say..” You said in a soft sultry voice that caught me off guard.

I took a step closer to you, right up to the bars that divided the both of us. “Ehh.. I'll probably find out soon enough..” Reaching my hands through the bars, I grabbed your hood, pulling it up to get a look at your face.

My eyes widened as my breath hitched...

There stood in front of me.. this.. this caramel toned woman, skin like soft brown ice, hair cut like mine with the same shade, big brown cat-like eyes, petite and from what I could tell curvy? Big pink lips with a beautiful mark by her eye and her lip…

I completely froze up from seeing this. It's not what I expected from you. “...You're….” My lips moved but I couldn't find the words. My eyes darted down to your lips before snapping back to your eyes. “...You're..Beautiful..”

You snored from the word that came from my lips, turning your head the other way. Blushing in a deep pink color that changed your whole complexion, as you turned your back to me.

This reaction fucking confuses me as my face darkens for a split second. I then let out a small scoff, tilting my head the other way.

“Now that I've seen your face, perhaps you should put your hood back on, it's distracting.”

“How is it distracting..?”

“I….just look at you…You have a very ..Seductive presence” The words escape my lips, and I had to immediately bite down on my fucking tongue. I had to turn away from you once more. “Sorry, I…I didn't mean to say anything strange..it's nothing.

“It's fine..” You said softly. “I can't really pull my hood up with my hands tied behind my back…”

My eyes snapped back at you as you were right. “I'm sorry. I see.” As you step back to me against the bars, I grab the ropes that bond you and untie them, taking my time, making sure to be careful around you. Once you were free I stepped back with my arms crossed glancing at you raising an eyebrow.

“Now… how about you put that hood back on. For now.. Only I'm allowed to see you. Your identity is still being kept secret.” she then nodded, placing the hood back over her head. “Good .. That's good. Now.. I guess we should talk about what kinds of task I'll need you to do for me. If you're going to be my assistant, you should know what to expect.”

You nodded. Then opened your mouth to speak. “ By the way.. I'm Y/N” My eyes perked up with a surprised expression on my face.

“You're names y/n? I'll keep that in mind.” I look back down, nodding. “Right.. now about what you'll be doing. The task will obviously be of an illegal nature. Stealing, espionage, information gathering.. That sort of thing. Do you think you can do that?”

“I've never done any of that before.” You began to rub your thumbs around the area where the rope was tied around your wrist. “But if that means being free.. so be it.”

My eyes flash in concern when I see the brushes around your wrist. “I don't expect you to be perfect at it.. You'll be learning as you go, really. But since you're with me I'll be there to guide you. And besides..you'll be learning some pretty useful skills..”

“Sure..” You said still rubbing your wrist. I gave your wrist another glance not completely taking my eyes off you. My lips move slightly without saying a word.

“I'm not kidding, this work is risky, and you need to be able to defend yourself.”

“I think I can defend myself just fine.. That's the reason I'm here. Did you not know that?” What did she mean by that?

“Yes, you might be able to handle yourself fine.. but I still want to test your limits. So.why don't we start right now? Step out the cell…”

Using my keys to open the cell I watched you as you stepped out. My eyes followed you outside looking over you for a few seconds. I then walk forward standing in front of you. “Good…Now I want to see how well you can do in close combat. Just keep it simple, I just wanna see what you can do.” I put my hands behind my back waiting for you to make the first move.

Your head was still down as you slowly began to walk towards me as your face darkened. I remain still giving you an expectant gaze as my eyes flashed a little bit with surprise. “....You're actually ganna walk right up to me, huh? That takes braveness, I'll admit…”

At a blink of my eyes, you, this little woman punches me dead in the gut. That hit in the stomach catches me off guard and Iet out a groan, stumbling back a few steps. “W-Woah.. I didn't expect that. You hit harder than I thought. Maybe you're more experienced than I thought..” I couldn't help but let out a soft giggle in surprise from this little person that stood in front of me.

“That's what I told you. I'm not a fighter. I'm in here for having to defend myself.. against assault…”

My eyes widened from you rubbing your wrist again. “Why suddenly all the wrist rubbing? Is it hurting that badly?”

“Yes it does.” Opening your palms, I could see the deep purple bruises that spread over your wrist. I started to frown a bit looking at these hideous marks around your wrist. I then take your wrist gently in my hands as I rub my fingers against the bruises so see how bad they really were. After a few seconds I pull my hands back and my eyes narrow..

“Yeah… I'll have to say you're right. It does look like it hurts.. I'll see if I have something to treat them for you.”

You then froze, looking down to the floor…“You don't have to…this came from the man who assaulted me earlier. He tried to.. you know..”

My eyes widened as I could feel my heart skip a few beats. “H-Hold the fuck on.. What does ‘you know mean? What did he try to do?”

“Rape me..” your hands immediately drop down to your side…

My eyes tightened, my lips tightened. “....That's..That's not..a… such a fucked up thing” I started shaking my head. “I.. I'm sorry this is why I hate men like that. They do stupid shit and don't give a shit how the woman is affected..”

“Yeah I'm here for trying to kill him. Your police officers didn't want to hear the full story..”

My eyes flashed with sudden anger, seeing fucking red for a split second as I started to clench my fist. I had to take a deep breath. “You should have fucking killed him…” I said in a soft tone, hoping you weren't able to hear me.

“Yeah.. I know…” you tilted your back in frustration as your hood slipped off your head exposing this nasty cut on the side of your neck. My eyes flashed again in concern looking right at your neck.

“That's a bad cut y/n…Did that happen..Did that come from him?”

You began reaching your hand by your neck as your small finger traced the gash that ran almost to the center of your throat.

“I.. I guess so I didn't notice it. I was in so much pain I didn't notice..” (The fuck you mean you didn't notice? In that much pain? No.. no. This wasn't good. )

“That's not good, we need to clean that up right away and get it bandaged ASAP.” I walk towards you, grabbing the keys from my back pocket. “I..You… I need to get you to the infirmary at least for a check up. You've been hurt too badly for me to fucking ignore. Come on, we need to go.” I reach out to grab your wrist, pulling you with me but I feel the movement of you jerking away. (Fuck your wrist) “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.

“It's…. It's okay. I'll follow you.”

My expression started to soften a little bit as I nod and a small smile appeared on my lips. I turn, walking down the hallway motioning you to follow me. “Well.. you can follow me, but you'll need to go on blind faith. I'll be taking you to the “infirmary” which is basically a small, hidden clinic in this building of mine that use for unofficial treatments….”

You slightly nodded following me your head somewhat down. I felt for you.. I don't know why.. but I was this feeling I couldn't get over. It was frustrating.

I lead you down several hallways, leading you down a staircase then another corridor. It's quite a maze to get to where I'm leading you, but it's clear to you that I know the way. Finally after a few minutes of walking, I open a door at the very back of the building, revealing a small clinic. “We're here..Go on in. I have to make sure no one sees us, so just stay behind the curtain until I come in.

You nodded obeying my commands as I waited for you to go behind the curtain, a small smile on my face.

“Alright.. I'm here. You can take that hood off now…”

“Are you sure?”

I nod as my smile grows slightly. “Yes, I am. You've got nothing to fear. I'm here, right here, you're safe.” I then look down at you. “Besides I'd like to look at your face..You've been hiding it just enough now.”

Taking the hood off, you looked into my eyes, your eyes locking with mine as I could see your reflection flickering within them. A small gasp escapes from my lips . My eyes run all over your features, taking everything in all at once.

Out of nowhere you suddenly jerk in pain. There had to something else wrong that I haven't seen yet?

I put my hand on on your shoulder, rubbing it gently. “Y/n..I can tell you've been through a lot already. Don't worry, well you patched up and fixed right away… okay?”

“You're okay with doing this?” I could tell from the shaking in your voice, you were nervous, but I wasn't going to let anything happen to you. I pause for a minute and nod.

“Yes. I am. I have all the medical knowledge to patch you up..And the technology too. Though the process will be a bit….painful. If the gash is too deep, we may need to use a needle and thread to sow it up. But I'm sure I can handle that. You'll be fine.”

“You do know, I'll have to remove this hoodie all the way right?”

I raised an eyebrow as I started to smile a bit.

“You're going to remove the hoodie all the way regardless because I have to see your entire body right?”I could see you starting to blush from the seriousness in the tone in my voice.

“Ye..Yes..I know.”

The sudden quietness catches me off guard as I look at you in concern. “Are.. are you okay? You sound.. kinda.. scared?”

“Of what…?”

“I dunno.. Your tone just changed to being .. A little bit quiet. It seemed like you were kinda.. Afraid? Maybe?”

“No..I'm okay.” With those words you started to slowly take your hoodie off. You didn't have anything underneath but the pants that hugged your hips and your socks and shoes. You sat there in front of my eyes top less. My eyes became serious, as I noticed the wounds that were all over your body hidden from that hoodie.

“God Damnit… How many fucking cuts do you have y/n? What the hell happened?” I could feel nothing but anger. Pure fucking rage. It was clear on my face and you could see it.

“I… I told you what happened?” Grabbing your hoodie, you tried to cover your breast with embarrassment. I wanted to snatch that shit away from you but I couldn't startle you like that.

My teeth started to clench watching you trying to cover yourself up. “I don't want you covering yourself! I have to see everything. I know you were assaulted, but I have to know how bad it is, you hear me??”

You started biting your bottom lip as your arms finally started dropping down to your sides. Freeing that hoodie from the front of your chest.

“Damn it…Your chest is in even worse condition..”

Locking my eyes with yours I could see you clenching your teeth as you looked away from me with tears starting to whelp in your eyes as they streamed down your face. I reached forward grasping your chin, raising your head back towards mine face. My expression softened as I also had a look of concern in my eyes. “Hey…Look at me..”

As your gaze meets mine, I gently wipe the tears away from your eyes with my thumb.. “It's okay.. I can help you.. I can fix this. Don't worry, I'll take care of you….” I then held your face gently, running my fingers across your cheeks and down your neck. “Look… I know you've been through a lot.. But I'll help you recover. I promise..y/n..”

You tried your best to hold in your tears, as your breathing started to become heavy. “...okay..” that one soft word that finally came off your lips.

I smiled softly, my eyes fluttering shut for a moment as I took in how sweet your eyes look. I caressed your face, gently rubbing my fingers on your jaw and your neck. My touch, soft and tender on your skin. “I promise you… I'll take care of you. You'll get better, and you'll see, everything will be okay…”

“Th..you.. thank you Wrio..” The slight cracking in your voice made me want to hold you closer.

My eyes snapped open as you said my name. Your voice sounded so sweet when you said it. I could feel myself blushing but I didn't know how much. How could someone I barely knew have this kind of effect on me?

“No problem..” I said smiling as my hand moved down your chest, my fingers running up and down your neck, this time the base of your neck. Your eyes closed from my touch as you bit your lips, as I could feel you shiver. Your nipples gradually getting harder and harder by the second.

My face flashed with shock as I hid it well. I can see you clearly like my touch as my fingers running up and down your neck had you feeling good in a much less innocent way. I smiled as I ran my fingers down the length of your shoulders and down your arms. My fingers moving slowly up and down your forearms. Your body started to twitch from my movements, as I stared at your soft lips. A small smile started to creep up in the corners of my mouth.

“You're getting flustered…”

Opening your eyes, you looked at me with this hypnotizing gaze that I couldn't break. My face softens again as I smile lifting your head back towards my eyes again. My eyes moving back down your neck as I continue the same actions as before, starting slowly massaging your neck with my fingers.

“Wh..what are you doing…Wrio? You ask as your body slightly jumps.

“Hm? I'm just massaging your neck…” I smile softly, my fingers still caressing your neck. The way your breath hitches slightly and your hand starts to squeeze mine, is making my heart pound out of my chest.

What was I doing? Why am I doing this to you..?

Your eyes still closed from my touch, your breathing starts to shake. “Is.. is the cut on my neck .. really deep?” I could hear the panting in your voice. But your words snapped me back to reality dn my fingers stopped abruptly as I looked at your chin then your neck again. The cut was pretty serious.

“Um….Actually, this cut on your neck is much deeper than I originally thought…. We should really get this bandaged quickly. Let me check through the first aid box for a second…”

What was I doing… what the hell am I thinking…what are you doing to me y/n..?

#wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x you #wriothesley genshin #wrio #wriothesley #wriothesley smut #genshin wriothesley #wrio smut #wrio genshin smut #wrio x reader #wrio x y/n #wrio x you #wriothesley x y/n #Spotify #genshin impact smut #genshin imapct #wrio genshin impact #wriothesley genshin imapct #wrio x blackreader #black reader #x black!reader

[violexides]

speaking personally as a Muslim it is EXTREMELY common for people to equate Islam and Christianity as both inherently oppressive. and I am not an idiot, there ARE theocratic governments that base their structures on Sharia law and those are undeniably corrupt (the way that any theocratic authoritarian government would be regardless of religion, but I digress because clearly y’all are not ready for that kind of conversation), but it has become more and more apparent to me that the only people who actually seem to understand what Islam is and what it values - are Muslims. and none of you will fucking listen to us.

having religious trauma, being part of a religious minority, whatever it may be - it does not automatically give you the stand to talk shit about Islam like you know anything. did you know that Islam supports abortion? that Islam, at its origins, is not homophobic or transphobic? do you know how Islam got twisted through theocracies and politicians to become something it is not? or do you just know the end result - do you only recognize a Muslim person if you see hijab, or if you see a war torn country? 

I’m so fucking tired of how Muslims are treated in this goddamn country. i have had to argue and fight with friends (WHO ARE OF COLOR AND OF MINORITY RELIGIOUS BACKGROUNDS AND OR ARE ATHEIST BTW.) to get them to stop praising men who caused my country to get genocided over in front of me. To stop telling me that I was basically white as if my grandfather did not get sent to an Iraqi prison for being on the wrong side of the political spectrum only for my fucking father to come to this country and have nobody bother to learn his name. Muslims are being killed & my country is fucking DYING my country has BEEN DYING. 

I feel like I’m screaming into a fucking echo chamber and everyone just walks past. I am WATCHING people walk past. There’s no place in leftism for religious people and that’s becoming more and more evident with the way that some of these ex Christian atheists act - I don’t have religious trauma, I have trauma from daring to be fucking Muslim in a country where my entire homeland is siphoned into the ISIS box and left to fucking die. 

this is messily worded but you can reblog. but I am too tired to argue so if you have shit like. I don’t care. I don’t. Learn more about Islam educate yourself fucking listen. I want to go to Iraq some day. I really, really want to.

#ides.txt #ides.! #there has not been a day within the past three months where I didn't feel like I was pleading with anonymous forces #to just Want To Be Alive. #being Muslim being trans (my state is having a rough go at it rn) being a trauma survivor #I want to live I want to live. WHy don't you care.

[captain-mj]

I'm begging for a second Ghoap Outlander part

Of course!

Ghost tried to escape this weird place. Keyword was try. 

Soap brought him food and untied him again. Ghost waited until he wasn’t looking to grab a small piece of wood to stash up his sleeve. He watched Soap back, getting annoyed with the staring. Soap softened when they made eye contact but Ghost looked away. 

Once he was done eating, Soap set the plate aside and gently tied him up, doing his best not to touch him. It was a small detail, but Ghost appreciated it nonetheless. 

Soap had a pensive look on his face, clearly thinking of something. He scanned over Ghost’s mask before smiling. “Ye look better. More color in your face today.” 

Ghost paused before realizing it was a joke, failing to stifle the small chuckle it got from him. He got flustered and glared at Soap who looked thrilled to get a reaction. 

“Sleep, okay? Ye look tired.” Soap put a blanket over him and left him. 

Ghost started to cut through the binds immediately. It took longer than he would’ve liked, but he managed. He slipped out of the door, surprised by how easy it was to simply break the lock. The hallways were mostly clear, but he still moved quickly. He didn’t want to stick around too long if he could help it. 

The Exit. 

It was so close. Right fucking there. 

Soap caught him just as he saw it and glared at him, arms crossed like he had caught a kid stealing food and not a grown man trying to regain his freedom. 

“Listen up yo-” He started to threaten Soap.

Soap grabbed him and threw him over his shoulder. Ghost was… surprised to say the least. They were the same height and he wasn’t exactly a small person. Soap started to carry him but he noticed he didn’t bring him back to the infirmary room he had been in. Ghost immediately started to fight again. He had no clue what this… deviant was planning on doing with him, but he wanted absolutely no part. 

Soap brought him to a bigger room. It had a bigger bed and it had a flag of some sort on the wall. The flag had a similar pattern to Soap’s clothing and Ghost tried to remember anything about tartans that he could. 

He dropped Ghost on to the bed and shook his head.

“Ghost, you really should not trito escape. You opened your wound again.” He sounded so admonishing that Ghost resisted the urge to salute him. 

Ghost looked down, realizing there was blood dripping through his shirt.

“You need to let me leave. I have people who will be looking for me.”

“No one has yet, so you’re going to stay with me for now.” Soap growled at him, stepping closer and Ghost instinctively leaned away. He roughly moved Ghost so he could lift his shirt and check the wound before rebandaging. The entire time, he kept a steady hand on Ghost’s chest. If Ghost started to breath a little heavier or pant, Soap would order him to breath. It was… odd. Worked like a charm though. Ghost immediately started to breath normally again each and every time.

He glared at Soap who looked amused.

“Once your people come, I will let you go. ‘M keeping ya safe, ya know?” His accent thickened as he looked away. Soap looked almost embarrassed. 

“Am I in your room?”

“You are in my room.” Soap confirmed.

Ghost realized he was sprawled on his bed and quickly sat up.

“You’ll be staying in here since ya don’t know how to behave on yer own.” Soap patted him on his thigh and went to his desk to start drawing again, which is what he was doing before someone told him his prisoner was wandering the halls. He sketched out the landscape quietly, allowing the scratching of the pencil to be the only sound in the room. 

Ghost stayed quiet as well but eventually, the softness of the bed and the bone deep tiredness he had been experiencing since he woke up that morning finally got to him, dragging him into sleep. 

Soap glanced over, seeing him curled up and snoring. He should’ve brought him in here ages ago. Poor guy already seemed more relaxed. 

Soap wished he would take the stupid mask off though. He’d have to think of a way to convince him. Maybe he could beg him. What little glimpses he got of his face meant he knew he was pretty. Very pretty. Even now, where Soap could only see his eyes, he knew he was gorgeous. 

The landscapes could wait. He started to draw Ghost, making sure to include each eyelash, the soft slopes of his body. Soap knew it was all muscle, bastard was heavy but Soap refused to set him down or show weakness, but he had never seen a man with such a…. Small waist in comparison to the rest of him. Despite how big Ghost was, Soap was sure he could fit his arms perfectly around him, pull him flush against his chest. 

Yeah. Ghost was really pretty. 

And Soap was going to make him his. 

#cod #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare ii #soap call of duty #johnny soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #simon riley

[siancore]

Attoye Canon Divergent | DarkFic | Explicit | Part 3 of 4

Summary: Okoye offers herself to be taken by the Talokanil in place of Shuri. As is customary with prisoners of war, they are to be sacrificed to Ku'ku'lkán. However, Attuma is infatuated with the Wakandan beauty and asks his God-King if he can claim her as spoils of war. Okoye has a plan, and she will allow the Talokanil warrior have his way with her to execute her plan.

Content Warnings: Dubcon; explicit sex; language; power imbalance; obsession; violence; dark!Attuma; captivity; mind control; butt stuff; cum shots; cum eating; choking

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Iliya came into Okoye’s quarters carrying a small vial. She greeted her mistress and bowed her head in respect.

“Ni-ixik,” the girl said quietly. “I have been sent to rub this remedy into your skin.”

“What is it?”

“Marula and baobab oil,” Iliya explained. “U-Ajawil Attuma said you were in pain. I am here to help.”

“Thank you,” said Okoye as she sat up on the bed.

Iliya kneeled in front of Okoye and asked, “Where do you ache?”

“Everywhere,” said Okoye with a wry laugh. “But you can start with my legs if you like.”

The girl nodded her head and set about her duties. The oils worked wonders for Okoye. By the time Iliya had gotten around to massaging her mistress’ back, Okoye had fallen asleep. She was tired right down to her bones. Her fading thoughts focused on Attuma and what he had in store for her next.

…

“Have we received further correspondence from Wakanda?” asked Namora as she and Attuma met with Ku'ku'lkán.

“Yes,” the God-King replied. “They want to meet immediately. I have responded and told them they need to wait. They hold no jurisdiction here. They will do well to remember that.”

“What are their demands?” Attuma asked.

“The return of the scientist and their General.”

“I care not for what happens to the girl,” said Attuma flatly. “But the General is mine. We are bonded. These are our customs. Like you said, Father: The Wakandans have no jurisdiction here.”

“What if they insist on her return, Brother?” asked Namora, ever the level-headed one of the pair.

“Then I will cut down every emissary they send,” Attuma retorted. “She is mine.”

…

Time felt different down there. With no sunlight to let Okoye know whether or not it was morning or evening, she felt off kilter. The aching in her body had subsided marginally. Attuma of Talokan had made himself clear: He was going to claim her body with all the ferocity of an unrelenting warrior. With all the strength and brawn of a man blessed with the X-gene.

Okoye shivered at the thought of him taking her again. She was still tender between her legs, and Attuma had given her a mercy by not fucking her again so soon after his first onslaught. But still, he seemed like a man who would not wait to sate his appetite very much longer. Okoye knew he would return and seek her out once more. When he did, it took her by surprise. She was startled when he came calling.

“They do not want you,” said Attuma, as he stepped into the room where Okoye was being held. Her scent permeated the spaces between. It still smelled of their fucking. “The scientist will be returned and an agreement will be struck. Your queen has not negotiated your return. She cares only for the girl. It seems Wakanda does not wish to be at odds with the Americans or the Talokanil. The girl will go home, and you are to stay with me.”

Okoye remained silent. She pushed all of her emotions down into the pit of her stomach. She lifted her head and her gaze settled on Attuma as he stalked toward her slowly and began to remove his garments.

“If it were me,” said Attuma, draping his k’apak over a small seat. “I would kill everyone in my path to get you back. Is Wakanda really that weak? That they would not fight for their greatest Warrior?”

“You lie. I am not our greatest warrior,” said Okoye, as she shrugged.

“You are the only warrior in their ranks who is worthy of me,” he replied as he undid his ex. “You are mine.”

Attuma was already sporting an erection. Okoye looked at his manhood and then at his face.

“Let me ask you this,” she said in a small voice. “How can I be yours when I am already married?”

“A husband?”

“Yes.”

“This husband of yours is of no concern to me,” Attuma said as he sat on the small bed. “I could easily slip into Wakanda today and tear his spine from his weak body. I would gladly fuck you on his shallow grave, but he is a waste of my time. He is a waste of your time. This husband does not matter to me and by the time I am done ravaging you, he will matter even less to you.”

“You’re a cruel man.”

Attuma smiled at Okoye’s assessment as he laid on his back.

“So I have been told,” he said with mirth in his inflection. “Now, come to me, woman. I wish to see your pretty little gash.”

Okoye found herself doing as she was told. She made her way to the bed and climbed onto it. Attuma grabbed her thigh and dragged her towards him. He placed both of her legs either side of his wide chest. He could feel the warmth of her naked sex against his skin.

Okoye’s back was to him as she straddled him. Attuma ran a rough finger down her spine. She shivered and he smiled. The flimsy garment she was wearing was in his way of enjoying and drinking in her beautiful muscles and curves and her soft dark skin. He tore the dress from Okoye’s body, startling her, as ornate beads fell from the fabric.

“They had that made for me, you brute.”

“I will have them make another,” he replied as he ran both hands down Okoye’s sides. “Now, lean forward my Pretty Flower and let me see.”

Okoye rose up slightly to her knees and then leaned down the expanse of Attuma’s firm body. She lifted her ass and presented her pussy to him for inspection. Her revulsion at this beast of a man mixed in with her arousal.

Attuma placed both hands to Okoye’s ass. He gave it a squeeze before bringing his thumb to her opening.

“Still tender?”

“Yes.”

“So wet for me, mm?”

“Yes.”

“My Pretty Flower,” said Attuma as dipped his thumb into Okoye’s wetness and then trailed it up to her sweet little ass hole. “You are dripping for me.”

“Please, I can’t,” said Okoye quietly. “I can still feel you in my womb.”

Attuma let out a laugh and then pressed his thumb against Okoye’s puckered opening.

“Your scent is maddening,” he proffered. “Your sex is magnificent. Just the promise of taking it once more has me on the brink of insanity, Okoye. But I will let you heal before I fuck you there again.”

Okoye’s skin felt like it was on fire at his crass words.

“Besides,” Attuma added as he trailed more of her juices to her ass. “You have other pretty holes I can fuck.”

…

Attuma tasted briny. Okoye swirled her tongue around the crown of his large cock before sucking it between her lips. She hollowed her cheeks and took him deeper into her mouth. Still straddling his chest, she could feel Attuma’s fingernails dig into her thighs as she began to work her lips and tongue over his hardness.

Okoye could not take all of his manhood into her mouth. She used her hand to strum the base of his cock as she took as much as she could. Curses and praise fell from Attuma’s mouth amidst his guttural moans and panting breaths.

“Oh, Pretty Flower,” he all but whimpered. “Your mouth. I – I should have made you suck on my prick sooner.”

Okoye felt pride in Attuma’s praise, and she tried to take him deeper. She swallowed around his length and let as much of his dick as she could slide down her throat. Attuma’s hips bucked at the sensation and she gagged a little.

“Okoye,” said Attuma while running a large hand up and down her back.

She began to roll her hips, needing some kind of friction to ease the throbbing of her clit.

“Hmm, take what you need,” said Attuma while he watched the way Okoye’s cunt clenched as she rubbed herself against the ridges of his raised scars.

She pulled off of his cock and began stroking it while rubbing her pussy against him.

“Hmmmmm,” Okoye moaned as she built up more speed, both with her hips and her hand. “Bast help me.”

“Shhh,” said Attuma as he pushed Okoye’s head back down. “Keep sucking.”

Okoye did as Attuma commanded and took his cock back into her mouth. She moaned around him as her release drew nearer. She continued to grind against Attuma until she reached the apex of her pleasure. She pulled off of him as her orgasm washed over her. Seconds later, Attuma reached his climax, and he came hard. His seed shot from his tip in a thick ribbon of white that splashed across Okoye’s cheek and her lips. She collapsed against Attuma, fighting to catch her breath before he spoke.

“Show me,” he demanded, before grabbing Okoye by the back of her neck. “Show me your face.”

Okoye shifted so that it was easier for Attuma to drag her up to face him. His dark eyes, still filled with hunger, scanned Okoye’s features. He smiled at her. Okoye slipped her tongue out and licked some of his cum from the corner of her mouth. His hand slipped from her nape to her throat as he stared at her with pride and desire.

Attuma then pulled Okoye in and captured her lips in a messy kiss. He then flipped them so that Okoye was on her back, with his hand to her throat, staring up at him with wide eyes. Attuma traced his finger over a stripe of his cum and then slipped his finger in her mouth. Okoye sucked and licked it clean.

“I cannot say which makes me happier,” Attuma said, his voice still low and deep from his desire. “The sight of you covered in my love-bites or covered in my seed. Either way, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

He shifted his hand to cup Okoye’s face, running his thumb gently over her chin, before lowering himself to press their lips together once more.

“Thank you,” a breathless Okoye whispered against his lips.

“So incredibly beautiful,” Attuma added quietly. “And indelibly all mine.”

#attoye #dark!attuma #okoye x attuma

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Can you do something with Daryl when they get to Alexandria and they all stay in the same house that first night?

Much to do with this request... much to do. Hehe. So much potential.

"Who are we missin'?" Rick asks me in a hushed voice, watching as the rest of the group settles into the living-room, content and relieved smiles on everyone's faces as sleep makes their eyelids heavy. It's almost wholesome to see my friends yawn and rub their eyes, like children. Like they weren't people who were forced into terrible circumstances, murderers, widows, people who've lost everything and anything. It was refreshing to see all of them so domestic for once, mundane almost.

We had been through hell in the last month, hell since we were forced out of the prison and gained new friends along the way. We were all ready to just relax and take a break finally, needing to be able to breathe and take a good look at one another, to appreciate that we got as far as we have.

"Daryl's out front. I think he's a bit skeptical." Carol whispers from across the room, cradling Judith in her arms as I let out a small sigh, my eyes looking for Daryl through the big windows that look out over the street.

"I'll check on him. He doesn't adjust well." I pat Rick's shoulder, sending the tired man a smile as I grab two blankets from the floor, making my way towards the front door.

Front door...hmm. Haven't had one of those in a while.

I know that Daryl didn't believe in any of this, in a lifestyle that was set up behind walls, 'safe and sound' as they call it. I was having trouble buying it too if I was being honest but I was going to enjoy it while it lasts.

"Hey." His head turns at my voice, his face barely seen in the darkness, the sky above us twinkling with stars as I shut the door behind me. He sends me a soft, timid smile as I shuffle my feet beneath me, tilting my head at him as he huffs.

"You worried about me? Is that what this is about?" He asks, sharpening the knife in his hand as I laugh under my breath, making my way over to sit beside him on the porch. I mirror him, unwrapping one of the blankets to set over his lap, watching as he scoffs, looking down at it incredulously. "Seriously?"

"Shut up." I kick him lightly as I pull my own blanket up to my chin, turning my head to look out at the other houses, the dim lights coming from them just seeming too normal, too much like life used to be. "I don't trust it completely either. You're not alone." He nods, his shoulders relaxing a bit at my confession and he clears his throat, sighing.

"'preciate you coming out here and shit but you're not gonna change my mind." He mutters, eyes low as I sigh, my foot knocking into his as I sway.

"Who said anything about changing your mind? Maybe I just wanted to distract you a bit." I shrug, catching his attention with the tone of my voice, a subtle change he's used to after knowing me for so long. I watch as he fights to bite back the smirk that wants to rise to his lips, my stomach fluttering in nervous butterflies. This is the first time we've been alone in months, never having the opportunity or safety to actually talk, to laugh, to do more.

"How you plannin' to do that?" He asks timidly, carefully as he adjusts the blanket over his lap, a quiet giggle bubbling in my chest. "I see the gears turnin' in that head'a yours. Stop it." He warns, watching me intently as I move, reaching out to grab his hands in mine as I stand.

"If you're staying out here, so am I. So come lay down with me and act normal for five fucking minutes." I ask, watching as he contemplates for a moment before nodding, squeezing my hand as I lead him over to the wall. He sits down, his hands tugging me down between hie legs as I smile. I lay myself between his legs, back pressed against his chest as he lets out a deep sigh, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"This is what you call normal?" He asks quietly, his chest rumbling in laughter as I tilt my head to look back at him.

"I had other plans but there are children inside and I'm not exactly quiet-"

"Jesus, woman." He laughs, a huge smile breaking out across my face as I turn to face him, hands resting on his chest. His head tilts simply at me, his hair falling in his face as I run my fingers through the tangled strands.

"Just wanted to make you laugh. Missed it." His eyes are soft, flickering over every inch of my face as if he was trying to remember each and every detail. "Just relax for a little bit. Nothing's going to happen tonight, I promise." I cup his cheeks, my thumbs brushing over his cheekbones as he nods, hands moving to rest on my hips. "Just you and me." The words are a simple reassessment to him, his whole body relaxing as he pulls me flush against him, my head tucking safely under his chin.

"Jus' you and me."

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#daryl #daryl x reader #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead #the walking dead fic

[linagram]

everyone's album covers, song previews and album trailer voicelines!

YESSSSSSSSSSSS I'M FINALLY DONE WITH ALL OF THEM *falls on the floor*

okay okay i'm actually kinda proud of myself?? :'D like i always prefer just. drawing characters even though i don't really avoid drawing backgrounds and i don't find drawing them that difficult but i rarely pay attention to things like. doors so yeah it's kinda cool that i've managed to come up with ten different door designs and draw them! even though most of them don't even look like doors. it's okay listen i just wanted to make them as weird as their mvs okay

(also about some prisoners having the symbols on their uhhh restraints and most of them not having them. well you see i just didn't have any energy left to draw them so i was like "it's fine i'll just draw the actual symbols later" and guess what. i didn't :) and i'm too tired to draw all of them so y-yeah. honestly maybe i'll change the symbols to something else like it takes way too much time to draw them and they're not even that close to the canon ones)

okay sorry for rambling, you can read everyone's song previews, titles (though you can see them on the covers, but still. or maybe you can't see them i'm sorry if the text is hard to read 😭) and album trailer voicelines under the cut! and also more of my rambling

Album trailer voicelines:

Akio: "DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!"

Aimi: "Don't you think that's kind of.. unprofessional?"

Shun: "I-Isn't it a good thing that I'm getting better?"

Naomi: "But in the end, I've simply decided to agree with you."

Kei: "It's time for your punishment, Eiji~"

Eiko: "It's like.. your life finally has a purpose."

Asahi: "I wanna go home, even if I don't have one anymore."

Yurika: "THIS DOESN'T MAKE ANY FUCKING SENSE!"

Riku: "Haha, trust me, I'm strong enough to do that."

Reina: "So, yeah, the show's over."

Song titles:

Akio: The King's Execution

Aimi: Mask of Kindness

Shun: Wrong Route

Naomi: Your Story

Kei: Web of Desire

Eiko: As Seen On TV

Asahi: 'Cause I Deserve It

Yurika: Bitter Aftertaste

Riku: Trendsetter

Reina: Death of the Author

Song previews:

Akio: "Come on, fight me, punch me, beat me to death,

Show me how you've really felt about me all this time

There's no one left to support me, no one left to call me "Your Majesty"

I guess it's time for me to admit my defeat" 

Aimi:

"Let's have as much fun as we can today, like this is the last day of our lives

I won't ask you to be careful, I know you won't listen to me anyway

Let's make these moments more colorful than ever before

Let's turn today into our best masterpiece"

Shun:

"I know that this is the best option, I don't even need a guide

"Real life"? What's that? Some kind of joke?

I know you will love me in every world and universe

Tell me I'm your everything, let me get the best ending"

Naomi:

"I can't believe I found out about this only now

Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why didn't anyone else tell me about this?

Your life was so short, but so full of pain

Does this mean that I've saved you from all that suffering?"

Kei:

"Congrats, you've fallen right into my trap

Make yourself comfortable, you're in for a long ride

Tying you up, choking and biting

Keep your eyes on me, take those rose-colored glasses off"

Eiko:

"Yay, she did it, good for her! What an icon, am I right?

Haha, thank you, thank you! Serves him right, I know

You've forgiven me, darling, so let me thank you properly

Tell me what you want, I will give you everything and more"

Asahi:

"Give me more, you know that it'll never be enough for me

You want me to repay you? That's funny

Why should you give me so much and get nothing in return?

It's obvious, 'cause I deserve it"

Yurika:

"Please, please, make my world sweet again

This world is so cold, so bitter, if I take a bite, I'll get poisoned for sure

Hey, hey, what are you saying? You want more sugar as well?

Sure, anything for my master! But you're not her, so get out."

Riku:

"Now, listen, I don't like to do this

I'm not the type to abuse my power

But looks like it's time for you to get what you deserve

So get him, everyone, I'll pat you on the head later"

Reina:

"What about my crime? What about my sins?

Well, why don't you figure it out yourself?

I'll let you decide, I'll let you write my story

Aren't you the one who's supposed to judge us anyway?"

Random facts about everyone's song titles, lyrics and doors (spoiler-free. mostly):

The silhouettes from Akio's T1 MV are back!

If you've read Aimi's T1 MV description, you probably already went "Wait, is her song title a reference to that mask from her video?" and you are correct!

Shun's song title is kinda supposed to be a pun? Basically it's a reference to dating sims, character routes and all that stuff, but it's also supposed to mean taking a wrong path in life or something like that.

Naomi's song title was the hardest one to come up with and it turned out to be the most boring one. I am so sorry.

I actually wouldn't say that Asahi's door shows his MV that well, since his video will actually have mostly white and green colors, but I thought that a door like that would look boring, so yeah, I made it more colorful!

"Why is Yurika's door like that?" Oh, don't worry, compared to Asahi's door, Yurika's door shows her MV perfectly fine <3

Riku's door. Riku's door made me go through so much pain, IT WAS THE LAST DOOR I CAME UP WITH. I LITERALLY HAD NO IDEA WHAT TO DRAW. Not even because I dislike his MV, it's just that his MV has this motif that's. Very hard to show as a door. Like all ideas I had just sounded stupid so I decided to go with something like this instead. Also I still hate drawing chains and I used a brush instead.

Yes, Naomi's door just. Looks like a diary. BUT I TRIED TO MAKE IT LOOK LIKE A DOOR OKAY I TRIED

Reina's door having a more "actor-like" motif probably doesn't make much sense because of the song title, but trust me, it does. And yes, her song title is based on the trope of the same name.

Aimi's song lyrics kinda sound like a sequel to her T1 song though i guess her t2 song can be called that here, but the rest of the lyrics sound more different. And yes, there will be more of their song lyrics in the MV descriptions this time >:)

Kei's song lyrics are actually supposed to be much more sad this time and even the chorus will sound differently in the end.

Reina, please, stop breaking the fourth wall, you're becoming way too powerful.

#also i apologize in case it's hard to tell which characters were voted guilty/innocent like #i tried to do the same thing canongram is doing with them standing in different ways #but i'm afraid their poses don't look that different djdksklsdl #i actually wanted to draw notes on riku's door too but then i remembered that i don't know anything about music #and i guess i could just find random notes online and use them but. t-too much work #i could use the notes as a reference to a song that tells something about riku's character or something but. oh well 😔 #(i think i would end up going with something more funny instead) #ah and also yes their album covers show their second image colors too #milgram #milgram oc #milgram project #ocgram #👑prisoner 001: miyagawa akio👑 #🌸prisoner 002: hanasaki aimi🌸 #💔prisoner 003: ishizu shun 💔 #🌿prisoner 004: chiba naomi🌿 #🍓prisoner 005: sanada kei 🍓 #💎prisoner 006: yoshioka eiko💎 #🍬prisoner 007: yano asahi 🍬 #🎀prisoner 008: maruyama yurika 🎀 #🎸prisoner 009: kuroki riku 🎸 #🎭prisoner 010: himura reina🎭

[mogekoakiko]

Captivity

(The text in English was written with the help of a translator, so I apologize for the errors, I tried to minimize them, but I still apologize. I was inspired by one of the recent answers to questions from @minevn (Kei belongs to them)) THE FANFIC MENTIONS TOPICS OF PSYCHOLOGICAL AND PHYSICAL VIOLENCE, SUICIDAL TOPICS (?), SELF-VIOLENCE "Honey, I'm going to cook dinner, is there anything you'd like-" Before Kei could finish speaking, he managed to notice how a chair flew towards in him, only to fight off the door protecting Kei. With absolute despair, pain and painfully red eyes from daily hysterics, the girl, not sparing her throat, continued to repeat endless screams "EITHER LET ME GO OR GET AWAY YOU BASTARD!!! PIECE OF SHIT!!! SUB-HUMAN TRASH!!! DIE FUCKING PSYCHO!!!…." With an unreadable face, he just sighed "…You should rest. Screaming like that is bad for your ligaments." Before receiving another round of endless insults from the angry girl, the guy locked the door to go to the kitchen. Normally he wouldn't pick her up in her room, but in her condition it was dangerous for both him and her to let her wander around the house in an uncontrollably upset state. At least a week had passed since Akiko began living with Kei, despite the guy’s hopes and all sorts of attempts to calm her down and force the girl to accept a new life, her condition was not getting better. Everyday attempts to kill, harm himself and him, attempts to escape did not stop. Her face was covered with sweat, tears and sebum, her eyes were swollen and painfully red, her hands, despite Kei's close supervision and care, were covered with bruises, scratches and cuts, especially in the veins. Silence and peace came only at that moment when she could not stand it and fell unconscious with only one prayer - not to wake up. There wasn't a day when she didn't want freedom, no matter how she received it, all of Kei care and love was a empty, incessant noise, the room carefully arranged to suit Akiko tastes and needs was no better than prison (perhaps even worse), the illusion of freedom and normality life was torn by daily attempts to kill Kei or escape, but what was the point? Going out into the street, my thoughts were confused and floating: “Where to go?”, “Where am I?”, “Will they believe me?”, “Are they looking for me?”. Despite the girl’s hysteria, years of studying human psychology are bearing fruit; now even the friendship with Haruto, Jun and Aki that has lasted throughout life was now in great doubt. Are they looking for her, do they remember her, did they even notice she was missing? A brief daily viewing of the news fueled her anxiety, not a single news about the girl’s disappearance. They…didn't look for her? Doesn't anyone care about her fate? No one at all? Even Yani?! A new wave of tears filled my eyes, my legs gave way and collapsed to the floor out of helplessness or despair. Maybe he's right? Could he really be the only person who thought about her all the time? Despite the pogrom, attempted murders, hysterics, screams, insults, he still took care of her, tried carefully, treated all her wounds, was kind, affectionate and amazingly patient. M-maybe it would be better to just accept his love and try to start a new life? In the end, she now had everything: a loving “partner”, a spacious home, no work with nasty colleagues, delicious food and everything that a person tired of everything could dream of. With eyes empty from fatigue, legs unsteady, Akiko walked up to the door and, staring at one invisible point, knocked, with heavy sobs, said… "K-Kei?" "Yes, love?" "Can I…Kutia?…please?"

*Kutia(Кутья) is a Slavic dish that is prepared for funerals

*At one point I tried to reference the Japanese criminal Kabu Terayuchi.

#yandere #male yandere #fanfic #mine vn #mine #фанфик #яндере #мужчина яндере #Kei Nakano

[shadowphatom22]

Walker’s and his adopted halfa son

Chapter 5: Baby, prison and a lesson of a lifetime

Last time

Tucker explained what he was doing and he was happy about it he was close to completing one of them then the phone he was working on beeped

Tucker: huh that is weird that can’t be right

Sam: what going on Tucker? ( with a worried look)

Tucker: It’s said that a ghost is near

everyone is quiet and hoping it is not the box ghost and that is Danny who is near however, it is one of Walker’s goons

???: excuse me I hope I did not scare you I am looking for Jazz

Jazz: That’s me is my brother ok?

???: Hello, I am Officer Nightmare and that is why I am here and talk about Don’t worry he is okay

everyone relaxed at that knowing that Danny was okay but Jazz was still worrying about her brother and why is there a walker goon here.

Jazz: So are you sure that my brother is okay Officer Nightmare? I mean he has been missing since yesterday.

Nightmare: so a day has passed since the halfling entered the ghost zone huh?

Mr. Lancer: Um question what is a halfing?

Then Nightmare started explaining his side of the story and how he met Danny.

The chapter starts now first with a flashback!

Nightmare’s point of view

After the shock, and making sure Shadowtacker did not say anything else that would be uncalled for while trying to get information from Danny even though it was hard his tail was indeed helpful with him being in his baby form (the size of a small kitten tadpole) and then finding out he has no one here that is his parent or parent was even more surprising. When I noticed that he was getting tired I didn’t blame him for that, and that is when made the offer of taking him back with us and see what the boss would do, although he would be just as shocked too, and who knows what will happen next but they are going to find out. Danny gave me the okay to take him with him and to pick him up, and he was wrapping his tail around my arm while the rest of him sat comfortably on my hand, and started making their way back while Danny hissing at Shadowtacker every time he gets to close to him, then the realization hit me and I stopped dead in my tracks luckily Danny passed out in my arms.

Nightmare: Shit!

Shadowtracker stopped as well and looked at me shocked at my outburst and said: What?!? Nightmare what’s wrong anything happen to Danny?

Nightmare: When we went up against Danny was there any other ghost around to see the fight?

Shadowtracker thought for a moment thinking back then he remembered seeing other ghosts there and paled then he said: FUCK! This is not good we need to get back now!

Nightmare: Right, let’s hurry back and tell the boss, what happened and who was around, this is not good at all.

No one point of view

as the three of them made it to the prison, Nightmare made sure to keep Danny out of sight of any other wondering ghost if they became nosey and wondered what was going on, Shadowtracker kept an eye on everything around them and alert just in case there could be a threat that can come out of nowhere he did this while not showing any signs that something was strange is going on, he did felt like they were being watched and told nightmare about it and told him to let’s go invisibility and booked it and that is what they did, lucky the three of them menged to lose whoever they were and they sigh of relief.

When they get to the prison they hurry to Walker's office at that point not bothering to look at the other officers who are walking by they are shocked, unsettled, and nervous about what they have just seen because they all recognize the two officers that came flying though like there is a fire somewhere, which is not normal, and everyone wonders what was Nightmare holding? Then one of the officers who was walking by runs off to go get Walker and explain what he just saw. When the three of them reach Walker’s office Shadowtracker knocks on the door a couple of times when there is no reply they both decide to just go in and to go from there but when he oppen the door he was shocked to see his their boss not there. Nightmare walk over to a chair and place danny in it and both of them are greatful that danny is still asleep.

Nightmare: well this is a shock and a first in a while that we came can’t find Walker

Shadowtracker: agree, but he is going to find out about the noise and come looking, we should just wait here and be ready with questions and answers.

Nightmare nodded in agreement then said: who do you think was trying to follow us aura felt familiar yet different I could not tell you were better at this than me. (sigh)

Shadowtacker raised an eyebrow gave a questioning look to Nightmare and said: you really could not tell? I picked up Plasmius before we ran into Danny I was hoping to drag him here for his crimes but luck had other plans for us today.

Nightmare was shocked Plasmius is the last person who should know about danny but the fact that he was there was norvracking, with that being said both Nightmare and shadowtacker begain writing their repot so they have it ready by the time Walker comes in though the door.

Walker’s point of view

For some reason today something felt off, and too quiet and at that moment when I thought about it, one of my officers came running though the door in the break room and in to me as I was on my way out and on my way to my office, the officer was out of breath and very nervous which was strange and now I am starting to worry and hope this is not for something stupid which I would be annoyed.

Walker: all right here we go, who is causing trouble now? ( with an annoying tone and trying to hide the worriedness)

Officer: Sir! Officers Nightmare and Shadowtracker rushed in th-

Walker (okey now I am worry those two do not rush in) What do you mean they rush in? Did they say anything on why did they rush in and where are they going, and are they hurt, did they say where they are going?

Officer: Sir, I don’t know, if they are hurt they did not stop they and it looked like they were going to your office, and they did not say what happen and they both had very serious look on their face; and nightmare looked like he was caring something too, while shadowtracker looks like he was protecting it.

Walker (… okey now I am really worry): … they did not say anything, and Nightmare is holding somthing, along with you don’t know if they are hurt? Did you at lest get a good look at the somthing he was holding?

Officer: Yes sir, it’s small like a small kitten or puppy that you find in the human world, the color of it pure white and it’s tail is waped around nightmare’s arm, and it’s aura is unstable too.

After that I ran out the door and head towers my office and slam the door open scarying the three that where waiting for me. Shadowtracker was sitting on the couch looking at paper’s which I am aussming is their report, and nightmare was sitting aross from him on the other couch with the little ghostly in his lap and playing with the ghostly I keep my aura hidden not to scar the little one and move and sit next to nightmare and the little one they are in their own little world it was funny and adorable and I started talking to shadowtacker.

Walker: You want to tell me what is going on and who is this little ghostly? ( in a calm tone)

Shadowtracker: (sigh) first please do be mad or let your aura out of contolle, and seconed we did not know along with we need a plan.

Walker: … okey?

Shadowtacker: (sigh) the ghostly is Danny

Walker:….

Shadowtacker: sir? did you hear me?

Walker:…..

Nightmare looked up at this point and very confused looked at Danny and Nightmare at Walker.

Nightmare: Sir? Are you okay?

Walker: …..

Danny: squeak!

I finally snapped out of my thoughts and looked around me all three of them looked confused and worried and many questions started forming in my head and I needed answers, shadowtacker said something about a plan for Danny.

Walker: how old are you Danny (in a quiet and worried tone)

Nightmare: 3 months almost 4 months sir.

Walker: 3 months, why didn’t you say any thing a month ago when I try to arrest you for the item that came in here and the jail break as well ( in the same tone voice)

It supries nighmare and shadowtracker and danny looked down not saying a word which I have a feeling that he has been alone, he does have his friends and his sister from the repots that I gotten because of coures I wanted to keep eye on him and I do feel bad for him because of his parents and it makes me wonder if there is more that I don’t know about

Walker: (sigh) What do you mean by we need a plan for danny Shadowtracker?

Shadowtracker snapped out of thought and started to fill me in on what happen and who was there, along with who started following them but luckly lose him.

Walker: Nightmare, go get Doc but be quiet about it, and make it a quick shadow tracker stay put so we can make a plan for Danny

Nightmare and Shadowtracker: yes sir

Nightmare goes and gets up and puts Danny on Shadowtracker's lap but Danny just his at him and I was confused about why is he hissing at Shadowtracker, then Nightmare sighed and said this is your karma you know and turned around and put Danny on my lap and I did not move an inch and Nightmare and Shadowtracker both started laughing at me, and nightmare went to go get Doc and shadow tracker start making a plan for a Danny.

#danny phantom #fic writing

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

SHAMA (Niru Kajitsu)

If this shallow love is what you call love/Unfortunately, like a fool/I realized I’d misjudged the situation/Only after saying “It’s not that I can’t talk to you”/If this shallow love is what you call love/Unfortunately, like a heel

"THE MUSIC VIDEO IS SO GOOD. Queer prison guard is seduced by femme fatale prisoner, helps her escape, and then GETS LEFT BEHIND? It makes me crazy. It’s about the knowing your love is fake and still sacrificing yourself anyway. It’s the self deprecation, the knowing that she didn’t really love you and maybe you deserve it. It’s the continuing to love her anyway. It’s crazy. “I’d kiss you goodbye countless times”? CRAZY. Also the instrumental during the bridge is really good, the best part of the song."

Party Of One (Brandi Carlile)

I am tired/I am tired/I don't wanna go home anymore/I don't wanna throw stones anymore/I don't wanna take part in the war

"The vibe is married lesbians having a near-divorce fight, both too invested in the relationship to give up, but hurting each other deeply anyway. Hits a particular nerve for anyone who's had a big fight or breakup with their partner before. Brandi's voice sounds exquisitely broken, like a howl of pain. The fight resolves by the end for max catharsis."

#fuck you up bracket #tournament #polls #niru kajitsu #brandi carlile

[incorrecttowerofgodquotes]

Gundam: The Witch From Mercury Episode 12 Review

- On this episode of Gundam, we have pain and suffering!

- Already getting real fucking tired of Sophie. I mean I love psycho lesbians, but she’s seriously fucked up. Also it seems the Dawn of Fold girls are either genetically modified like El4n, or less stress is out in their body due to the absence of GUND Bits. However, the fact that they’re affected by Permet once again makes me question what the fuck is up with Aerial. Also Dawn of Fold has truly gone from resistance group to actual terrorists. Their job was to kill Delling, but they destroyed the base and murdered the people working there

- Prospera is the stinkiest fucking bitch in this series. She doesn’t even refer to Suletta as her daughter, just as “that girl.” And the brainwashing she’s doing to Suletta, telling her it’s perfectly fine to murder and not feel guilty is fucked up. The fact that her voice never changed tone in her entire convo with Suletta shows how fake she is. If she really cared about her daughter, she would comfort her and tell her that murder is wrong but sometimes a person has no choice, but they should always choose to prioritize lives and only kill when absolutely needed.

- The Earth Houses almost got caught up in the cross fire, but luckily Nika came to the rescue. Though now Martin saw her and knows she’s up to shady shit. It’s sweet that he knew she was missing and went back to her but he ended up seeing something he shouldn’t have. There are three ways this can play out:

1) Martin immediately tells the other guys and Nika gets excommunicated

2) Nika explains herself and Martine keeps it a secret

3) Nika’s terrorist upbringing kicks in and she kills him

- Shaddiq’s plans got foiled once again, but he doesn’t seem too shaken up. He wanted Delling’s head but he caused a big shakeup when in the Benerit Group still. But he’ll have to watch his back carefully. Because when one man learns he was behind this… he’s dead. Speaking of that man-

- Guel…just my boy Guel…

- I don’t think words can fully articulate how broken I am from that moment. But that’s not even a fragment of what Guel is feeling

- If this were any other anime, Guel would have came in just in time to help out, but instead he ended up murdering his dad. He tried to play the hero but he ruined his entire life. His thoughts of wanting to see Suletta again and not wanting to die really resound because he’s still just a child. He has so many things ahead of him, but now he’ll be stuck in a prison of self-torment due to his accidental patricide.

- Where will he go from this? Well they’re are a lot of ways, and none of them good. He could finally join the squad and either bond with Suletta (over both having killed a guy) or Miorine (over watching someone get killed brutally). Or he could go back to Jeturk and meet up with Lauda who’ll probably say he didn’t anything wrong, but that’s not at all what Guel wants to hear. Or he’ll go one a one man army to kill Shaddiq, either sneakily or just straight up fighting him and the harem. All I know is that my son is horribly traumatized and the show will probably go in for yet another punch in April

- Miorine and Delling’s moment really fucking hurt. Her dad wasn’t good to her, but he still wanted to protect her as decided by himself and her mother. Miorine, with all these conflicting feelings, wants her dad to lives cause even though she hates him, she still hopes that one day they could be a family. She’s doing her best to take care of protect her dad, even shielding him like he did to her when facing the end of a gun. And just when it looks like she’s saved by Suletta, everything crashes back down. The person she trusted more than anyone else and hoped to live the rest of life with committed a terrible atrocity in front of her and didn’t even care. I doubt she’ll be able to look at Suletta any longer, and any attempt to laugh it off will just hurt Miorine.

- Those tomato’s growing in the greenhouse… Miorine took such good care of them. She hoped to make them blossom and become their best selves. But Suletta squashed it. Now there’s nothing remaining but the icky guts of a once pure love.

- And now Suletta. frankly:

WHAT THE FUCK

- The way Suletta went from terrified of people being killed to happily squashing a man, making a joke about slipping in his innards, and then attempting to touch Miorine with those filthy hands is way too jarring. While some might say we’re carrying on from the Eri’s actions in the prologue, there’s a clear difference between the two. Eri had no idea what was happening. She just thought they were playing a little game on her birthday. She didn’t understand the concept of death. But Suletta fully knows well how precious life is and she squashed it under hand, making no mention of it. The problem is t that she killed a man, it’s that she disregarded him completely after he was dead. She continued on with her happy life, unburdened by the man who’s life was cut short. She had a choice. She could have put her hand in between them or pick him up and yeeted him, but she didn’t. She didn’t assess the situation and choose the option with no fatalities, she just jumped straight in with no regard for life and murdered a man.

- “If you run away you gain one, but if you move forward you gain two” This has been a message that permeates throughout the entire anime. At first, it’s very inspirational, but here we see the true colors of such a saying. Sometimes, it’s best to run away. Sometimes, it’s best to not use force. Because if you move forward, you have the capability of losing more than you gain. Guel attempted to move forward and killed his dad, Suletta attempted to move forward and lost her innocence as well as became a demon in Miorine’s eyes. Only Prospera, a revengeful woman still mad over having to leave in order to save Eri and her life would create such a saying. It’s a saying rooted in nothing but regret and burning hatred. Suletta’s blind faith in her mother has distorted the way she sees the world. Either she’ll be deprogrammed, or will be used as a weapon by her “loving” mother. However, only Suletta can do this. No one can save her but herself.

- With the second cour coming in April, we have a long ways to wait. Our three main characters, Suletta, Miorine, and Guel have all seen or committed an atrocity, one they will never fully heal from. Whether or not they can move forward in the good way, the bad way, or just run away is to be seen.

#shout out to the fact that out of all the characters only El0n and El5n made it out safely this cour #we stan these two complete dickheads #also guel comics will be feeding me for the break #delicious delicious angst please #gundam witch from mercury #gundam #g witch #suletta mercury #miorine rembran #guel jeturk

[coffee-in-veins]

Face Your Failure and how to uproot all of character’s backstory and development in one model or less - a practical guide by RedHook

can anyone tell from that title that i’m salty yet?

so major spoilers ahead about which i couldn’t care less, but people love this game and i want to be polite, and as objective as i can be, so: please be warned, DD2 ending and boss moveset is discussed under Keep reading. if you want to experience the ending for yourself, spoiler free, do not read

Edit: you know, after contemplating about it, i realized - it’s not a bug, it’s a feature (tm.). this is distilled quintessence of everything wrong with this game. it shows you everything, places all cards down and punishes you one almost-last time if you cared or paid attention - the last time will be in the very last cutscene, if you pay attention to the lower part of it. if this, too, doesn’t bother you, you won’t have any issues with this game. if you did, this will be the last nail you needed to lean back and take time to contemplate your choices.

i think they shouldn’t fix this. because this is what Darkest Dungeon had become, and they should be honest about it and their attitude.

so. the big bad boss on the throne has a move called Face Your Failure - which, as the title suggests, summons what the chatacter you select (Come unto thy maker-style) thinks is his biggest failure in life. Para gets her zombie mentor, Barristan gets the spectre of his fallen comrades, Audrey... gets a zombie of the husband who tortured... and... abused her...? Including sexually...? Do you want to tell something by showing this, RH...? Something very, very dubious...?

But I digress. I’m here to show you that writing in DD2 makes no goddamn sense (tm.) by pointing to our beloved rateating highwayman:

Namely, pay close attention to the mob it summons for Dismas

it isn’t too obvious, and the arena is spun wide to see all of the tentacles and the iron crown, so here is a closeup:

notice anything interesting about its weapons? let me give you a hint.

this is the guard from the clown car the stagecoach that Dismas robbed in his backstory, in which the woman and child were. the ones he killed by his reflexes misfiring after the fight was over accidentally “in erratic gunfire”. the ones which spiked his guilt. the ones which pushed him into character development and coming to Hamlet and trying to find redemption. you know? that tiny miny plotpoint thing which was the culmination of his backstory and made him the character who we knew? that passing thing?

and this is the prison guard from his very first shrine:

do you notice the weapon choice? the stagecoach guards have swords while prison guards have batons. and the big bad boss summons a spectre of Dismas biggest failure. with a baton in hand. a prison guard.

I... genuinely dunno what to say, because the implication, unless I’ve lost my mind, is that Dismas’ biggest failure in life was getting out of prison. and this scene in the credits:

makes no goddamn sense (tm.) because this is not his biggest failure - prison is. the locket isn’t tormenting. it’s not shameful. it’s just there. it means nothing. because a cosmic deity which supposedly knows all of existence showed Dismas his biggest fear - and it had nothing to do with killing innocents.

i could’ve chalked it to cuts on model prices. but Audrey received a new model of her deceased husband. if Dis got a spectre of the woman he killed, the ghost of the child staring at him, anything - Reynauld’s corpse half-eaten by the Heart of Darkness for fuck’s sake! - it would’ve been better. but no. he has a prison guard. because who cares. it looks cool and that’s enough.

on a more personal note... i’m happy i didn’t have the money to buy early access. i genuinely am. i’m tired. i know i would never buy it, now. not after their eradication of Reynauld, not after how they butchered Dismas. if you can enjoy the game - more power to you. i’m not here to police your fun. but for me... DD2 got cancelled during development stage, and only thanks to Shibs’ vigilence we got to see the models and animations. but nothing else exists because accepting it is a far too tall of an ask.

now i crawl back into my cozy reymas saltmines.

#Grievings of the mountain || discussing DD2 #darkest dungeon 2 #dd highwayman #dismas #dd2 spoilers

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Conspiracy? More Like Consp-idiocy

For: @crowswithize

This is just me taking a piss on extremist conspiracy theorist and how they fuck everything up for everyone else. (Looking at you anti-vaxers)Dan just needed a chink in the shield to bring the whole thing down, and human stupidity was the best kind of chink. Desiree has just… given up.

Desiree considered herself one of the lucky ones, lucky in that she could easily hide and could get protection under the livings shield. However, she was unlucky in the way that she was currently stuck in a damn lamp/vase again and bored.

Someone would rub it or drop it eventually. Some moron -usually a child or a man- always did.

And sure as shit, some man did.

Apparently the fool was trying to find out if her current vase-based prison had uranium to have proof against the Russians for bribing some living politician and ‘bring her down for treason’.

Russia didn’t even exist anymore. The fool. And of course he was trying to ‘bring down’ a woman; fucking men.

“See! What did I tell you. Green! And Russian”.

She’s not going to bother pointing out that ectoplasm glowed green too, who would think a white porcelain vase was uranium anyways? Either way she stretches out dramatically, “I am Desiree, tell me, boy, what is your wish?”.

He points aggressively at her, “Russian spy!”.

She glares, pinching the bridge of her nose and squeezing her eyes shut, “no, you fool. I’m a genie”, putting on a sickly sweet smile, “one who can grant your every desire, should you wish it”.

“Then I wish you weren’t Russian”.

He… he looks like he thinks he just pulled a ‘gotcha’ card… She still snaps her fingers -she is so not wasting her time arguing about her heritage with some man- but of course nothing changes; she’s getting a migraine already.

The boy next to the absolute dunce sticks up a finger and stammers, “m-maybe we sho-should get her to, uh, save us? Maybe? Heh”.

Even if that was a wish, she wasn’t quite that powerful; that monster wouldn't be destroyed with one simple wish. Such unacceptable defiance from a man.

The idiot looks like he just got a great idea though, slapping a fist in the palm of his hand, sounding giddy, “oh! Yes! Russian or not and maybe sent by leprechauns-”.

What.

“-I wish-”.

Oh thank The Ancients, let this be something she can actually work with.

“-to be freed from this microwave dome and taken to whoever’s fighting to destroy the lizard girl in Red’s deep state plans”, waving a finger around, “the creature says it’s protecting us with its psychic electric fireflies, but I know a false flag operation when I see one and I will not be baked into a soufflé!”.

What.

The teen freaks a little, waving his hands around, “Dude! What the fuck! No! Outside is bad!”.

“Oh don’t let them fool you with their plotting. This is MKUltra’s Jonestown experiment all over again, but with microwave signals”.

Desiree stares a little before facepalming, oh what the heck this world didn’t deserve to keep existing if this is what the living are like now. If this colossal fool wants an express trip to his own death, he can have it.

She swirls her hand and away the two men go.

Outside of the shield.

Directly into the monster's path.

How… how are men this fucking STUPID.

---

Dan tilts his head at a sudden sense of ectoplasmic energy followed by a more sudden appearance of two living heartbeats. He’s a little curious how they got here, but he’s not looking a gift horse in the mouth.

He has been a little goddamn bored after all, and beating around some flesh sacks was welcome entertainment.

And then he can hear them talking and…

Alright.

Okay.

Dan thinks he can be forgiven for dropping the whole ‘evil’ thing for a second here. Because this fucker.

This blue-eyed, pink-haired, shitty-overpriced-latte-drinking, fucker right here.

Doesn’t believe the moon exists.

Yes he was planning to kill the man. Probably the same tired way he killed most unimportant, unnotable, morons that left that stupid fucking shield. But now this fucker is walking around ranting to some kid -who he clearly dragged out with him and who looks justifiably and satisfyingly scared shitless- about how the moon was just ‘a projection of a piece of stale cheese put up there as false proof the earth was round’ and how he could ‘prove it now that they were free from the microwaves’.

Dan almost doesn’t want to kill the bastard now. Someone this glaringly and blatantly stupid might be more useful; or at least fun with mess with. So Dan decides to fly/crash down hard enough to leave a crater in the ground, being a dramatic little shit made everything more entertaining. Standing up with a nasty smirk, he points vaguely at the crater, “there’s lots of craters on the moon. Guess I must have made them then”.

Pink-haired idiot McGee actually nods enthusiastically. Like Dan’s comment made an ounce of logical sense inside his pea brain. This moron doesn’t even have the smarts to be scared. The other dude though... Dan can practically see the teens life flashing before said teens eyes. Meanwhile, the moronic fuck nugget snaps his fingers at Dan; earning a quirked eyebrow from the ghost. “Exactly! You’re the kinda guy who looks like he makes a living punching all those holes in Swiss cheese. You know, before the giants shrink it so they can sell it to us”, waving his hand around, “eh it’s probably the only way they can get funding to use against the leprechaun mafia”.

What.

The teen had started slowly walking backwards, back towards the safety of the stupid fucking shield, while numbnuts had been speaking. And Dan had let him. Because seriously.

This brand of stupid was worth savouring. Killing the teen would probably fuck up said savouring, since the man who is probably considered an example of the definition of stupid, would be understandably and satisfyingly scared.

Dan crosses his arms, smirk only growing, because he’s officially got an idea. One that officially requires a very special brand of stupid. And lucky him! He’s got his order of ‘one moron baked extra dumb’ right the fuck here. “Oh yes indeed. Now it’s only too bad I can’t go about making any cheese deliveries with the silly shield up”, chuckling darkly, “really hard on the eyes, you know how it is”.

Turd-for-brains actually nods again. “Damn they are overworking you. Delivery and hole puncher?”. This guy must have brain damage. Dan-unrelated brain damage. Maybe whoever fucked this poor bastard up was more of a sadist than Dan was, at least Dan put people out of their -and everyone else’s- misery while also making the ground and walls that much more colourful. Blood was a very juicy shade of red you know. The dumbass actually turns away from him -killing this man wouldn’t even be enjoyable at this point. Idiot would probably think it was just a painful candy Cotten-induced hallucination or some shit- and waves his hand limply at the glowing green stupid fucking shield, “yeah leprechauns would make anyone hate that ugly colour. I mean, the lizard men could at least have some taste for their psychic electric fireflies and make them pink. I get that it’s the only way to keep the microwaves working but come on man. Not like the thing could actually be an energy shield, am I right? Half circles are obviously impossible”.

Dan resists cackling, unfortunately, the stupid fucking shield was not a ‘half circle’ since it went unground. Quirking an eyebrow, “what if it goes underground?”.

“Eh, can’t be. Seeing as we’re not at war with the mole people”.

Holy Shit.

Dan nods and hums like he agrees. Though let it be known, he doesn’t fucking agree. Why? Because he’s not a complete idiot. Sure not destroying Amity first was pretty stupid on his part, stupid lingering bits of human emotion and sentimentality, but still. “Indeed, and I can’t imagine how unpleasant it would be to get a mouth full of... fireflies”. He is only barely managing to keep the mocking disbelief out of his voice. He is not an actor. Regardless he leans forwards menacingly, “say why don’t you be a pal, cross a few wires in the firefly controlling poles the lizard men set up. You wouldn’t want anyone inside to miss out on a shipment of cheese, would you?”.

Dan would feel like he just made himself lose a few ectoplasmic Core cells after saying that load of idiotic garbage, if it wasn’t for the fact that this colossal titan of a moron actually nods. “Oh sure thing! Cheese might be made by giants as a way to fatten us up to feed their pet snakes someday, but it is delicious”.

Dan just stares at the man as he walks back through the shield. Fuck, he thinks he needs a drink -preferably drunken out of some poor saps skull- after listening to that man. Vaguely he wonders how and why none of the human meat sacks haven’t killed him with their bare hands themselves yet.

But seeing sparking coming from the pole nearest him, he cackles.

Human stupidity. One of the only things that’s got a higher body count than Dan does. And today it’s gonna finally be the catalyst for the entire species kicking the bucket in a truly spectacular fashion.

And people had thought Wes was an insane moron.

---

Desiree watches one of the shields poles spark, seeing that moron giving the monster a silly thumbs up.

This is why she hates men.

She really hates men.

But this entire planet can stuff it, these living were way to far gone; no more wishes for them. Maybe if someone starts things from scratch they’ll skip making men and idiots exist.

End.

Prompt: Desiree is ready to grant wishes and cause chaos. That is until she has to hear the stupidest wish she has ever had to grant.

#Danny Phantom #phic phight #phic phight 2023 #phandom #dan #desiree #conspiracy #idiots #fan fic #phan phic #my writing #phantomphangphucker #have a fic suck my dick

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Held Up: Steak Dinner

Part 2.

Warning: This one does has some adult content. Guns, smut, fraud.

I'd offer to skip dinner and go to wherever she stays, but I'm building trust. The foundation is there. I'm also in no rush. I wasn't lying about craving a steak. It comes to the table and I immediately cut it to make sure it's medium-well. It's juicy and tender, easy to chew and buttery. "Mm.. mhm.. mm..," I point with my fork, cutting a small peice and holding my fork in the air as she smirks. "Try it."

She eats it from the fork with eye contact which tells me she ready. "Surprised you're up and about right now or am I keeping you up," she twirls her pasta on her fork. I let her seduce me, giving her the reigns.

"Wouldn't be Graveyard without the late nights."

She smiles. "You look tired. All the time."

"Yikes, you think so?"

She nods. "But there's something mysterious about your eyes as well especially when you stare like that.. I wonder."

"I'm an open book.. Just.. Ask."

"Where you originally from," she squints.

I put down my utensils and fold my hands on the diner table to watch her black-brown eyes twinkle with growing attraction to me.

"Small rural town in Cali. You heard of Nevada City? Population 3,000?"

"Can't say I have."

She wants to fuck me. We shared a trauma. So naturally, she's eye-fucking me.

"Well..," I return to what's left of my steak. "It's a po-dunk town worse than Lexington. Beautiful.. city slicker like yourself.. would do better in LA."

She grins. "You're not what I expected. I thought you'd be rougher around the edges."

"You thought," I tease with a deep sigh. "I'm a simple guy Janine. I go to work, I go to school.. I eat steak."

"Well I got something that's better than steak, you should come over," she leans in closer taking the fork and knife from my hands and replacing them with her hands. I fight the urge to take control. It's always better for me when the female leads. I let her take me from the restaurant to our cars. We just dined and ditched. "You gone protect me?" She pulls my hands around her waist looking up at me. I grip her ass and she seems pleasantly surprised.

"I'll follow you." I open her door closing her in. "Lock em immediately," I warn her. "Look at me. I don't want anything to happen to you. We done already been through something. Always lock your doors immediately." She does it with a wave.

I follow her through town to her apartment that she says she's been renting from a man subletting. It's a 3-story walk up and very old. The wood creaks as we walk up. In her apartment, I take my shoes off and look through at the items and decor that mostly aren't hers. The things that are, are obvious. She's made the place into her own temporarily. "Why so much blue?"

"It's my favorite color. I brought all this from home, but the stuff in the bathroom and kitchen I bought when I moved in."

"Hm. It's nice. You must got a lil chunk of money saved?"

"A little. Not enough..," she eyes.

I feel a small spike of suspicion in her that needs to be crushed.

"Any vacancies at the prison?" She walks back to her room while I wait in the open living space giving her polite distance.

"The prison? I don't think you want that. But I'll put in a word for you."

"Thank you. I need to find another job." She comes out with her bra and panties on walking back and forth, pretending to do shit.

I watch her. The moment she bends in front of me, I grab her hips and sweeping her carrying her to her room and dropping her on her bed. She squeels. She wanted to seduce me in hopes I'd lose control and fuck her, so I give her exactly that impression. I push her down when she tries to sit up. I pull her ankles and drag her ass to the edge of the bed. I take my clothes off and pull her lace panties off slowly with my teeth. She wore them for me. One thing about Janine? That dark meat on her bones is meant for a nigga. Body bad. Face bad. Judgment bad. Just my type. I do my job as a certified pussy muncher and go down, making out with the pussy and then sucking and licking it. It's something I can do all night. I keep her thighs pressed against the bed and out my way, consuming until she's wiggled and moaned herself limp. When she stops reacting that's when I stop eating and just rub it.

"Your pussy is about as pretty as your face. You mind if I take a picture, for myself? Of me eating it? Just from here to here," I touch her hips. She clears it and I spread the lips and put my tongue on her pearl snapping the photo. "For my eyes only," I assure flipping her over by her ankles. I snap another photo quickly and hide my phone while positioning her for backshots. I get a quick 5 second video of her with her face in the pillow while I dig in the cooter, stirring in lil swirls. "You like that shit, Janine?"

"Yess," she moans in a falsetto. Her voice when she's on the verge of cumming is high pitched. I run my fingers up her spine and coach her to let it go, then we lay in her bed talking.

"How have you been.. since last night? Right about now you'd be getting off your shift," I remind her.

"I've been talking about last night all day today, I kinda wanna move past it.."

I switch tracks and ask her about her classes and her friends. She needs comfort tonight and security so I put an arm around her inviting her to snuggle up on my stomach. We pillow talk and I leave about a half hour after that.

"Text me when you get home." She reaches for my face and Iet her kiss me on my way out.

I get in my car and instantly pull up the group chat. They all had their wages of whether or not I'd smash tonight and get the pictures. I let them know exactly how I fucked her from start to finish and demand payment laughing to myself when they demand the evidence. They know I'm not lying they just wanna see this fine ass big booty ebony in the act.. possibly on a big black dick. I demand my payment waiting for it all to post. I'm $160 richer. Now I drop the pictures and the video. Fap material for you bitches, I type. Now I can drive off.

I see Janine constantly in the days following. She's cool. We hang out and do shit like eat and fuck. I like her. I check around for her to see where she can work, getting her an interview at a JigglyPiggly. I introduce her as my girlfriend which earns me a kiss on the lips. They tell her she can start now. It should get her by until she finds something else.

"Damn," I stare watching her walk off for me, an extra sway in her hips. Looks like she forgot about trying to bag a Dylan or Brock. She drunk off BBC. "I work the prison tonight, I won't see you tomorrow."

"So call me," she waves. "See ya Graveyard."

I wait until she doesn't come back out for a few minutes, then I drive off. I ain't gotta work at the prison. I don't work at the prison, that's just what I tell people around here. I don't work at all. I don't even go to school. Anyone can walk on campus, it's not private.

I meet another girl I've been talking to lately, a white girl at the college named Tinsley. She's never been with a black guy and she wants me bad. I've been stringing her along to see what I can get. So far, she's bought me lunch. I didn't ask her too, but something I've learned is that the more you make a woman desire you the more she'll do on her own.

"So you ain't learned yet," I smile meeting her at her job.

"I never will, you're just gonna have to adopt," she touches my nose. She's an animal groomer in a business of all women. It's a treasure trove but I keep my eyes on Tinsley making her feel special as she shows me off like a new car she's taking for a spin. I whisper in her ear.

"Stop tempting me with these puppies." They have a kennel of dogs. This is how I get close to her. She loves that I love dogs as much as her, only I don't. I don't like animals. She takes me to the bathroom and closes the door pulling at my pants. "Woah," I pretend to slow her as she's ripping down my briefs.

She has intense blue devilish eyes laughing up at me, lowkey scaring the hell out of me. She takes the dick, sucking it like she's possessed. "I've got you now," she growls giggling evilly. I watch her suck me off and despite how crazy she is I still cum. But on my way out I see someone's bag.

"You sucked this big black dick so hard I gotta pee. I'll be a minute," I tell her watching her shake her head with a smile and walk away giving me time to take the credit card from the bag. It belongs to one of the women. I kiss Tinsley and say goodbye to the women. I take the card to the next city with my boys and we ball out, staying in a hotel for the night. I leave the card with them the next day. They got money for me as well, I count out $3,400. The hustle goes both ways and this my cut.

I ride back to Lexington to see Janine and she kisses me at the door of her apartment. She missed me though I haven't been gone. She's also in need of more money.

"Mhm. What investments do you have?"

She sits down rolling her eyes and I smile. I'm not coming off my money no matter how much she hints. I haven't spent a dime and I don't plan to.

"Like stock?"

"Stock. Cryptocurrency.."

"None?"

"Well," I laugh. "That's why you're broke, respectfully. You're spending dollar for dollar everything you make. Look at this," I cover my information and flash the number in one of my accounts showing her $52,000 in savings and $13,000 in checking. Her eyes widen. "I invest. I don't just spend."

"What do you invest in? How do you get started?"

"It's easier if I show you. I can get you started."

I download a bitcoin app on her phone and tell her to put in her banking information while I look away but I have a photographic memory. I only need a glance to remember information. I walk her through buying bitcoin and actually show her some of what I know about trading. Then I fuck her brains out and leave to work on getting her money from her bank account.

I take $1,000 considering how she needed her money. I do like her. It's why I don't take more. I leave her enough for her rent and to eat and dip deciding to move onto another girl to milk. Unfortunately, I realize after the fact of me stealing from her that I like her more than I thought. I didn't mean to like her at all. I know I shouldn't go back to her because she'll probably call the country ass cops on my black ass or get me caught up, but for love.. I still risk it. I'm an idiot, I know.

I pull up to her apartment and get her to open the door though she acts like she won't. I accept the slap to the face when she does open it and I beg for her forgiveness. On my knees, I beg her. But she wants her money back. I'm not giving her her money back, she can have this dick..

"Baby, don't be like that. It's just a lil cash, don't let that get in the way of the fact that I love you. You see I didn't take it all. I got you a job. I taught you how to make it back."

"You saying I owe you?!"

I hear the creaking of the stairs and see police downstairs. The smug look on her face says she called them before opening the door. I overpower her easily and push her into her apartment closing us in. "You fuckin bitch, you ratted me out? Tryna get me arrested? Over a stack?" I back her up from the door and pull my tool that I keep on me. Usually it's in the car but I brought it up for this reason. In case she got the bright idea to call the cops. "Sit yo ass down," I point it at her. "Can't be nice to you bitches. I loved you and this what the fuck you do? One stack. I ain't even take it all. Now when the police knock, you open the door and say verbatim: You missed him. He left when I called. And don't do no lil extra signals or you die and i go to jail. You want that? Bitch you better answer a nigga wit a gun."

"You turned out to be exactly what I thought you were," she glares.

I lower the gun briefly. "Still love you."

When the police knock, I wave her to the door with the gun and she opens the door a little. "You just missed him! He left right when I called." She tries to look my way to communicate that I'm behind the door but I line the gun up with her ear and she stops. The police ain't trying to stick around. They don't care. They leave and it's just Janine and me.

I point my gun at her one more time with a sigh before putting it back in my waistband. "You gone make me do some shit I ain't wanna do. Stop being reckless. I told you. I like you. I ain't take your money to hurt you. I ain't even take it all, you can make that back."

"Fuck you, you probably set that whole thing up at the gas station."

I smirk.

"Fuck! Why didn't I-"

"Don't be hard on yourself no one ever sees it coming. If you did it'd make you paranoid."

"This is fucked up... You're a psychopath."

"Maybe. I still like you. Still wanna eat your pussy."

"And you won't give me my money back.."

"No."

"Get out."

"Ok, but I still wanna be with you.. and eat your pussy. I like you. I didn't lie, I just.. took a stack. I take shit."

"You did lie! You lied this whole time!"

"When I lie? The gas station? Okay I lied one time," I shrug. "My bad girl.. I'm sorry. Like I said, I do care about you. If you didn't think so on some level you wouldn't still be going back and forth with me. Stop being stubborn, ain't nobody here but us. I just wanna eat your pussy and I'll leave you alone. I swear. I'll leave right after."

She hesitates. "...Right after?"

I nod and she relents letting me eat it right there on the couch. She lets me put her legs over her head and she holds my head down in it as she moans and gasps. I moan along with her and let her cum on my tongue twice while I sweep her entrance and then I come up with my gun flush against her temple.

"I'm a leave now," I whisper as she freezes staring in my eyes. I kiss her forehead. She's scared, but it’s for the best. I know she hears me with her brain, not just her ears. "If you call the cops.. or try to find me.. I will blow your head clean off your body." I nudge her head with it so she gets the point. She doesn't move or say a word.

I back out from the apartment watching her. She still hasn't moved but she's watching me fearfully.

"Shame you had to trip. Could've been up in them guts," I tell her. It seems like a waste, but I still got the money and the panties. I got other girls now waiting to give me theirs too. I win.

Shaking my head still, I close the door and walk away.

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SUMMARY

I ran through the woods, Matthew right behind me. 

My breaths came in harsh and my legs were screaming in protest. Just a bit farther. I promised myself. 

Matthew stumbled out of the underbrush and doubled over, his cheeks red and mouth open as he huffed for a breath. I moved his arm around my shoulder and kept going. 

I flinched as a bullet ricocheted off a tree to my left. It was too close. They were too close. 

But this was only the start 

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Chapter 18

Rossary

Matthew bumped my shoulder, wincing as he tried to smile at me. I frowned as I looked at the damage Merle had left. Despite Matthew’s constant reassurance that he was okay, Merle had definitely done a number on him. 

It was a shock to see Matthew so beat up. The only other time I could remember Matthew even having a black eye was when we were still with William, hell even when on the run from that asshole Matthew was never someone I worried about. Now, as he lugged the group’s stuff to a car, I worried his concussion would cause him to keel over on the floor.

I walked over to the tucson and placed our packs in the back. I hugged my best friend. “If anything happens-”

“I should be saying this to you, bunny.” Matthew said. I scowled.

Daryl, Maggie, Glenn, Rick, Michonne, and I were staying behind to defend the prison against The Governor. There was no way of knowing how today was going to go, but I knew no matter what happened I would be okay. Still, even though Matthew could protect himself, it felt like it was my job to make sure he was okay. 

I swallowed down my worry and offered Matthew a small smile.

Carl walked past us, ignoring everyone with an angry look on his face. 

I frowned.  “We’ll be okay.”  

“Always are.” he tsked. Matthew pat my shoulder and walked away.

“Hey,” I turned around to find Rick. He stopped when he was in front of me. “I know what I did was wrong, and you can hate me-”

“I don’t…I get it, really. I am glad Michonne is okay though, what you were going to do…” I trailed off, not wanting to finish my sentence. Rick shifted on his feet, looking more guilty by the second. “People fuck up, some just fuck up a whole lot.” 

He looked away and smirked. “Are we good?” 

I nodded, “Yeah, we’re good.” I pat his shoulder as I walk off.

Daryl sat in front of his bike, tweaking a few things. I waved at him, giving him a tight-lipped smile. We didn’t have a lot of time to talk this morning before we were put to work by the group. I couldn’t get the night before out of my head, from the hug to eating next to Daryl late at night- We had done those things before, but this felt more intimate than ever before. I shook off the thought. I needed to stop thinking about it.

Daryl nodded, understanding I was trying to comfort him. I pulled him up off the ground, keeping his hand in mine.

“We should start drinking after all this.” I said, nodding my head.

Daryl snorted. “We’re gonna need a lot more than alcohol.”

…

I held the AK in my hand and stayed next to Maggie. She gripped my hand tightly. I smiled, squeezing her hand before letting go and getting in position. It felt nice to be fighting a large group again; I couldn’t explain the rush of adrenaline that bought me enjoying a fight every once in a while.

One of the Governor’s trucks drove into the spikes, the tires popping. The sound of gunshots made my ears ring as I watched the large group of men and women shoot up the prison. 

They rammed through the gate, breaking one of our defenses. There were about twenty of them and each had a gun and enough ammo to wipe us out tenfold.

The group scattered across the courtyard. I watched as they took in the barren area. It looked like a ghost-town, like no one had been here in a long time. I chewed on my lip and kept an eye on Maggie and Glenn.

The cell block door opened with a loud creak. I tensed. Rick, Daryl, and Michonne were hiding in the prison.

I nodded once when I knew they were both okay. Maggie squeezed my hand once more before I moved away, quietly walking through a part of the prison and toward my spot. Glenn was across from Maggie, me across from them so we covered every area. My spot was more open, with less cover, but it would do.

I smiled, a bittersweet feeling falling over me as I thought about all the blind spots in the prison.

If all went south, I was meant to stay alive long enough to provide cover fire for the rest of the group. I was the best choice considering the amount of experience I had with fighting alone, besides if anything happened, I could leave the prison and lead the Governor away then meet up with everyone else.

An alarm started going off, the loud blaring deafening me. I kept my eyes focused on the cell block door and adjusted my grip on my gun.

The Governor’s group ran out and hid behind filing cabinets for cover. 

I shot a few times at their feet, herding them toward Glenn and Maggie. The two shot at them as well, managing to keep the group going toward the gate. I smiled as I watched the group scurry away like rats.

I shot at one of the men who was aiming for my people and watched as he fell to the ground, his fellow comrades helping him up. 

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my erratic heartbeat. 

The truck started and I looked up just in time to see them driving away. I sat up higher, a smile appearing on my face. Even though it was over, it didn’t feel like it should be this easy. 

“We did it?” I heard Maggie scream.

“We did it.” Glenn responded. “Come on down.” 

I didn’t move from my spot as I looked at our group as they all began to make their way into the courtyard, smirking. Maggie stepped in front of me and put her hand out. “We’re alive.” she laughed, a joyous smile on her face which I returned.. She pulled me into a tight hug. 

“We did it. We drove them out.” Rick said once we joined them. 

I bumped Daryl’s elbow with my own. The gruff redneck smiled down at me, a soft look in his eyes that was quickly shielded away. 

“We should go after them.” Michonne said. Daryl agreed. 

“It’s finished. Didn’t you see them hightail it out of here?” Maggie argued. 

They continued to argue about what to do, everyone looking at Rick to decide. The cop looked over the field that was now filled with dead bodies. He was still greiving over Lori and it seemed like he wasn’t in the right mindset to make decisions right now.

I shook my head and took charge. “No, they’re right. We can’t live like this.”

Maggie turned to me. “So we take the fight to Woodbury. We barely made it back this time.” 

Daryl scoffed. “I don’t care.” 

I nodded along with Daryl. “We go and we finish this off, then we don’t ever have to worry about them again. That’s a better decision than sitting here while they get stronger.” Maggie and Glenn shared a look that showed their disagreement. I shook my head and said, “We’ll leave when everyone else is ready.”

I followed Daryl as he began to walk back torward the prison. The prison door slammed behind us.

 Daryl watched me, a question in his eyes as I paced the prison cafeteria. I couldn’t stop moving, not right now. Not until it was done. 

Matthew walked toward me quickly, wrapping me in his arms. I pulled away after a moment. 

“I’m going to Woodbury.” I said quietly. 

Matthew shook his head. “I can go instead.” But I was already shaking my head. 

“No, your leg is still healing…” I looked down at my hands. “This is something I need to do…” It wasn’t just because of my own selfish reasons, but I wanted to get back at the Governor for the pain he had caused this group -the pain that Daryl had to go through.

Matthew nodded slowly. “Carl killed someone.” My eyes widened in shock. Matthew’s voice was so low no one else could hear, but it felt like I was just hit with a boulder. Carl was a kid. He continued, “He didn’t have to, but… Yeah, I’m gonna stay here, teach the kid how to play soccer or something.”

I swallowed away my shock and smiled at him, promising to join him when I got back. He walked into the cellblock with Carl behind him.

Daryl watched me with a look I couldn’t decipher. I waved awkwardly at him, a small smile on my face.

He looked away and I could have sworn his cheeks were pink.

…

Daryl put his feet on the road as he slowed down. I tightened my grip until the kickstand was down. It had taken an awful lot of convincing for me to ride on this death machine.

My nose scrunched as the smell of rotten bodies hit me. I took out my hunting knife and killed a walker. Michonne killed the other with her katana and Daryl shot another. I walked behind them, staring at the people.

Daryl flinched away when something banged on the door behind him. My gun was out in a flash and pointed at a girl in the truck. 

I nodded once to Daryl and he opened the door.

Rick pat her down. When he was done I helped her up. 

“He killed them all.” she said, her voice trembling in shock. It was obvious, but she was in shock and obviously didn’t know what else to say. I looked down at my hand the girl was still squeezing tightly. Slowly, I let go of her hand and rubbed my hand on my pants.

“He kept you alive?” Michonne asked. 

The girl’s eyes widened. “I hid under one of their bodies until he left. He didn’t even know I was there.” I bit my lip. She wasn’t lying. Daryl met my gaze and nodded slightly. 

“What’s your name?” I asked, my voice soft as I took in the girl. She definitely wasn’t a fighter.

“Karen,” she said.

…

I walked behind the group, keeping my eyes out for any surprises. There was no sign that the Governor had been here. I turned around when a glass pot shattered.

I shot at Woodbury’s walls before ducking behind a car next to Michonne and Rick.

“Tyreese!” Karen yelled. I scowled and moved to grab her but I was too late. She stood up. “It’s me! Don’t-” 

Rick pulled her down. “Stay down!” 

I really wasn’t enjoying this new girl.

There was a moment of silence before a man yelled. “Karen! Karen, are you okay?”

I glanced at Daryl, who had a gun pointed at the wall. I followed suit. Karen shoved away from Rick and stood up. “I’m fine!” 

“Where’s The Governor?” the man asked. 

“He fired on everyone. He killed them all!”

No one spoke, a tense silence suffocating us all. I could understand the feeling of being betrayed by someone who was supposed to protect you and your family all too well and found myself sympathizing with those on the wall. 

“Why are you with them?” the man finally asked.

“They saved me.” Karen said. She looked over to me, a look of gratefulness on her face. I gave her a slight nod. 

Rick looked at Karen then the rest of us. “We’re coming out.” he said. My eyes widened.  

I clenched my teeth but stood up when Rick did. Daryl and Michonne hesitated. I looked at the two and nodded. Despite making bad choices sometimes, Rick knew what he was doing. 

For the most part. 

“We’re coming out.” Rick said again. 

Daryl held his gun up. He looked over at me before scoffing and holding it up. Although, even I noticed how he stood in front of the rest of us, as if making himself the target.

Woodbury’s gate opened and a black man and woman stepped out. I eyed the two of them, immediately realizing they were siblings, maybe even twins. “What are you doing here?” the man asked. He was a lot bigger than any of us and if all went south he was who I would need to keep an eye on.

“We were coming here to finish this, until we saw what The Governor did.”

The man’s eyes widened. Maybe it was the girl who was more dangerous instead. “He- he killed them?” 

Rick nodded solemnly. “Karen told us Andrea hopped the wall, going for the prison. She never made it…” The sibling’s eyes widened. “She might be here,” Rick continued.  

Apparently that was enough to convince them. The siblings stepped out of the way and let us in.

…

“This is where he had Glenn and Maggie.” Rick told Tyreese and Sasha. 

“The Governor held people here?” Tyreese asked, shocked.

Daryl nodded. “He did more than hold ‘em.”

I stared at the back of his head briefly before pointing my AK toward a door. Daryl glanced at me as a thumping continued. Rick and Michonne stood next to the door, sharing a look.

Michonne pulled out her katana. “Will you open it?” she asked Rick.

Daryl took a small step back so our shoulders were touching. I kept my eyes open and looked around, not wanting to be ambushed.

When the door opened, I could see The Governor's advisor, Milton, lying dead on the floor. I frowned. 

“Andrea!” Michonne yelled.

I looked down to see the blonde on the floor. “I tried to stop them.” she said, her voice broken. 

“You’re burning up.” Michonne said in a hoarse voice.

Andrea looked down. She looked broken. Andrea pulled at her shirt weakly, showing us the bite on her shoulder. I took a sharp breath in. “Judith, Carl, the rest of them-”

“Us,” Rick said. “The rest of us.” Andrea’s voice broke. “Are they alive?” 

Rick looked over to Daryl and I. “Yeah, they’re alive.” 

“It’s good you found them,” Andrea said as she looked at Michonne. She turned toward me, a sad smile on her face. “And I’m glad you made your way back to them.”

I gave her a short nod. I didn’t know her, hell I had only had one conversation with her, but damn she didn’t deserve this.

 “No one can make it alone now.” Andrea said to me softly.

Daryl’s hand brushed mine gently. “I never could.”

I looked away, not able to look at Andrea’s face. She looked so broken, so… lost. “I just didn’t want anyone else to die,”  I thought of Merle, of everyone who had been hurt because of this. I bit my lip. “I can do it myself.” Andrea said.

“No.” Michonne was quick to respond, her eyes wide as she looked at her friend.

“I have to,” Andrea said.”While I still can.” she turned toward Rick, tears in her eyes. “I know how the safety works.” 

As Rick handed Andrea his gun, Daryl and I walked out the room. I hadn’t known Andrea that well, but she didn’t deserve this.

I stood next to Daryl, my arms limp at my sides. “I tried,” I heard Andrea whisper. 

Rick came out, closing the door behind him. I closed my eyes and swallowed before taking hold of Daryl’s hand. It wasn’t hard to realize it could have been any one else in that room, that Andrea sacrificed her life so we could survive even if she didn’t know. 

 He squeezed it once and I leaned my head against his shoulder.

I clenched my teeth when the gun went off. 

…

Daryl

Rossary didn’t drop my hand. When we got Woodbury people on the buses, she stood by my side. When the people seemed scared or the kids didn’t know what happened to their parents Rossary was right there to give out hugs and reassuring smiles. She didn’t think she was good at comforting people, but the girl knew how to make people feel like they were welcome.

I knew she was rich before all this, that her parents were political figures. Hell, when she ran from home it was all the news spoke about for two weeks. The name Rossary Evans was all over, even the people Merle sold drugs to spoke about her.

I looked over at the girl that I had become so infatuated with and wondered what had caused her to cut her family off and make herself look like the bad guy, if only to leave fame behind.

She was good at taking care of others, making sure everyone was okay. She was a leader through and through.

When the people were settled and Rossary got on my bike I could feel her shaking. 

I squeezed her hands before starting the bike and heading back to the prison.

Rossary leaned her cheek on my back. We would survive this. We could live. I focused on Rossary and driving. She would survive this a lot longer than anyone else. The more I thought of it, the more I knew I was right. She would be the last man standing.

Rossary

I helped the newcomers get situated, promising them clean rooms in a few days. There were some untrustworthy stares, there were some men that stayed with the elderly and children that looked like they were ready to protect them all. 

My hand touched my knife, the black leather touching my rough skin.

“Hey,” Daryl touched my forearm lightly. “Come ‘ere for a second.” He led me away and back to our cell block and up to his room. It was right next to mine now, instead of on the balcony. 

He walked into his room and began digging through a bag. I leaned against the wall and smiled as I watched him, my cheeks hot.

Daryl turned and scowled at me. “Stop.” he grumbled.

I let out a soft laugh as I tried to lose my smile. It only grew when he showed me a bracelet made out of leather. On the top, an angel wing sat, wrapped to the leather by a few intricate knots. 

It was handmade.

“It ain’t nothing special, just somethin’ I found on a run and thought you might like it.” he said.

I snorted. It was very obvious he made it. 

“Thank you, Daryl.” I pulled him into a hug, ignoring his tense muscles. He relaxed slightly and wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me gently.

He gave good hugs.

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[limeeraser]

I’m a bit embarrassed to go on a rant about dsmp related things but I am oh so passionate about assigning dsmp characters as tma entities.

First of, I feel like I should clarify that there’s a difference between being an avatar of a fear, being aligned with it, and being marked by it. Like for instance Mike Crew was marked by the spiral but is a Vast avatar. Literally Mr. Sims himself is marked by ALL of the fears but you would only consider him an avatar of the eye. In addition, idk if you would consider Martin as a lonely avatar but he’s absolutely aligned with it. That being said here are dsmp characters and what fear entities go with them.

Dream: The Web avatar. I don’t feel like I need to explain that one.

Dream XD: The eye avatar. I don’t know much about the guy but isn’t he literally like god, like in the all seeing eye type way?

Wilbur: Desolation avatar. You can fight me on this and I’ll die on this hill. Wilbur’s whole shtick was that during early lmanburg days he was right at home and he belonged there. But as time went on lmanburg shifted and changed into something he didn’t recognize. He lost his lmanburg. So he didn’t care if everyone else lost their lmanburg too bc to him it was already gone. Also that and the whole explosion shit bc haha desolation avatars and their funny use of fire.

Tommy: Aligned with the Lonely, marked by the web. Mf did not spend months in exile and to DIE by dream just to say he wouldn’t be marked by the web. In addition, there’s a common theme of him being left alone by his friends like again in exile and more recently by Wilbur after he fucking left for Utah. I don’t think he’d be a lonely avatar bc it’s not like he thrives of others loneliness but more so he’s just affected by it.

Tubbo: Extinction avatar. I once again don’t think I need to explain myself just look at that man’s nuclear weapons.

Techno: The Hunt avatar. I am oh so passionate about this one bc he would absolutely NOT be the slaughter. I mean yeah idk you can argue he is but I think the hunt better fits. He doesn’t kill “just because”, he kills for reason. He only goes after people who have wronged him and has no reason to kill anyone that doesn’t deserve it.

Phil: The Vast avatar? Or maybe aligned? Little bird man haha. You can argue the end too but I feel like that’s better reserved for Kristin. Speaking of-

Kristin: The End avatar. I don’t know much about her but literally everything I’ve seen depicts her as kinda like the angel of death or a grim reaper.

Ranboo: Marked by the Spiral/web. Honestly you can argue either fear or both with this guy. I think the web fits in the sense of his fear of being controlled and the spiral with not trusting your own head. Little man is definitely not an avatar but he’s absolutely marked by it.

Quackity: The Flesh aligned. I know this doesn’t really make sense at first but lemme explain. He made an army called the Butcher Army, he ATE Schlatt’s heart, and he oh idk ATE SCHLATTS HEART???? He also tortured Dream in prison too but like, I’m sure you can argue the slaughter for him but I don’t think what he’s doing is senseless killing nor do I think it’s anything strong enough to be considered avatar material. I like to think of him as flesh aligned in the same way Martin is Lonely aligned.

Slimecicle: Flesh avatar so self explanatory. He’s just a pile of goop. Little shlimmy. Shlopping goopy gump

Bbh: Corruption avatar. The egg. I’m so right and it’s so self explanatory.

I’m tired but this is all I’m gonna write. Goodnight limeeraser nation

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