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#or it is like one of those weird I show up and lightning strikes

magnoliasandarson · 1 month

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Tim was doing his absolute damnedest to project calmness, but he was losing his mind. Two feet away, munching on some cheesy fries, was the Red Hood—the prodigal son, the dead golden boy, his childhood hero, his Robin. The insane man who once beat him half to death, now the guy who occasionally dropped by the cave with a frankly worrying number of bullet holes.

He’d been patrolling for an hour or so when he noticed the lack of gunshots, screams, explosions, etc., and tracked Hood to the gargoyle Dick took him to once when he was feeling sentimental. It was strange finding him without his signature explosive bucket on, with a bag of Batburger in his lap.

Tim didn’t know what to say, but he knew he needed to say something. Jason apologized for his actions weeks ago and explained that the pit had taken no dead Robins and turned it into all Robins must die, but there was still a weight between them. A clear line that said do not cross; luckily enough, Tim lived to cross those lines, “Takin’ a day off from murder and mayhem?”

Jason twisted his head to look over, his scowl somehow threatening, even with a fry hanging out of his mouth. He finished chewing, looking menacing the whole time, “Fucks it to ya, bird boy?”

Tim plopped down on the ledge; if Jason was going to shoot him, he would’ve already. He stared out at Gotham, at the empty streets and windows glowing with warmth and light. For once, the city was quiet, “Just making conversation, Hood.”

“What made you think I wanted to talk?” Jason’s tone was harsh, but it was about a five on the Jason-rage-meter, and Tim didn’t get fidgety till a seven.

Tim kicked his feet out, idly drumming his fingers on the cement ledge, “Maybe I wanted to talk.” And in a weird way, it was true. This was Jason freakin’ Todd; the boy wonder that made Batman laugh. He oddly wanted to know everything.

Jason sighed like he was accosted by young, costumed teens all the time, and, to be fair, he was. Stephanie had taken to showing up at his apartment at odd hours with waffles, and she had only been shot at twice, “Fine, traffic light. Whatcha wanna talk about.”

“Y’know, you wore the suit, too. ‘Least mine has pants.” Tim spoke, then immediately hunched away. Robin was a sore spot for Jason- Tim was stupid to bring it up.

For some reason, Jason didn’t immediately pull a gun; he just cocked his head and laughed quietly. Tim straightened back up and tried to muster up a glare, but that just made Jason’s little laughs louder, “Ooh- baby bird’s got jokes,” he rolled his shoulders and offered a thing of fries from the bag, “want some fries, Tiny?”

Tim groaned; why did everyone make short jokes about him? He snatched the fries sharply in protest, “You were short too-”

“Yeah, then I took a dip in poison snot,” Jason cut him off, “Ya wanna do that too, short stack?”

Tim immediately jammed some fries in his mouth- he was incurably dumb. He’d managed to bring up Robin and the Lazarus Pit with Jason. He should hang up the cape, “You got any advice? As a former short king?” Honestly, he wished Jason would just shoot him now. There was something wrong with his brain on a fundamental level. He’d been hanging out with Bart and Kon way too much.

Jason tilted his head like he was buffering and inhaled deeply through his nose like he was trying to calm himself through sheer force of will, “Whatcha wanna know?”

Tim chewed his mouthful of potato slowly; he hadn’t thought this far ahead. What did he want to know from Jason? He could ask about crime-lording, but Jason would probably snitch to Dick, and then Bruce would lecture him for at least an hour. Oddly enough, there was only one safe topic he could ask about, and it would still likely result in him leaving with lead in his body that was not there before, “You got any, uhm, Robin-ly advice?” Lightning should strike him down.

Jason didn’t kill him, which was a plus; just lit up a cigarette and took a long drag, which was objectively hilarious, but Tim would die if he laughed, so he just ate another fry, “Robin was a different kid,” he blew out smoke rings like the cool guys in movies, and if Tim wasn’t acutely afraid of lung cancer, he’d be tempted to try, “Dickwing use’ta say, “Robin is magic, you have to be brave for the magic to work.” I used to believe that shit.”

“You don’t anymore?”

Another cool ring of cigarette smoke floated out through the sky, “I stopped believin’ when I dug my way outta my grave.”

Noted. Tim cleared his throat; this was not a conversation he was equipped for, “Oh.”

Jason snorted, “Yeah- oh,” he took another deep drag of his cigarette, making Tim’s chest twinge, “The thing is- Robin will make you believe you can be- make you think you can be a better person.”

“Then why aren’t you better?” The words left his mouth without Tim’s consent, and his whole body tensed to jump, his fingers finding his grapple gun at his waist.

Jason gave a wry smile and stubbed his spent cigarette on the gargoyle to his right, “Because Robin isn’t magic.”

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opultea · 9 months

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Genshin Character Interactions I'd Love to See

(AKA some headcanons)

Kazuha & Razor:

Seems like a random combo but hear me out:

They both have a connection to nature and especially smells

Imagine Razor meeting Kazuha for the first time

"Smell like... cool breeze,"

"Thank you, my friend, you carry the scent of rock warmed in afternoon sunlight"

Instant besties

Razor's eyes light up, and whenever he's with Kazuha he likes to point out smells even more then usual because he feels like they're bonding

Although Kazuha uses a lot of words and phrases that Razor doesn’t understand, the poet is very patient, and is always willing to teach his fellow nature affiliate something new

Razor feels like he's gained a new teacher, and observes the way Kazuha seems so connected to nature but is still very much human, which helps the wolf-boy explore that balance in himself

Kazuha admires the simplicity and honesty with which Razor carries himself, never needing more than what the world provides him

Also Kazuha always understands what Razor's trying to say or do no matter how few words he uses

Kaveh & Bennett

Bad luck babies

They find out their mutual bad luck when Kaveh off-handedly complains about his debt, and Bennett immediately goes to comfort him, saying how he’s sure it’ll get better eventually, and hey! Everyone has avalanches chase them sometimes, and the occasional lightning strike to the skull!

Kaveh sighs: “Thanks, but I don’t think any metaphor will equate to my problems,”

“What do you mean metaphors?”

…

“You were using metaphors, right? Right, Bennett?”

He was not

But I imagine that once they get talking about their luck and especially their attitudes towards it, they really find a lot of interest in each other

Kaveh would hugely admire how Bennett always bounces back, always smiling and never afraid to keep going and keep feeling despite all the terrible occurrences he goes through each day

Bennett finds such solidarity in knowing an adult who’s plagued with bad luck, who is still incredibly successful. Bennett admires how Kaveh is renowned and famed throughout Sumeru for his work, and is a kind soul in his daily life, even with the troubles he has. Even though Bennett doesn’t think he needs to be famous, it’s nice to have real proof that even if he’s unlucky, he could still lead a great life

Klee & Xiao

Xiao would obviously be a bit standoffish at first

Klee views him as another one of those weird adults that doesn’t smile or talk, but she still trusts him innately

I like to think Klee is genuinely a good judge of character, and even if she finds someone weird, she feels that it doesn’t mean they can’t be a great person

Klee once asks Xiao to hold Dodoco for her while she tries to catch a frog in some mud, since Albedo’s always telling her to be careful with things she cares a lot about

Xiao is slightly stunted by the request and the bright smile that comes with it, but nods dutifully and carefully takes the little plush in his hands

Klee runs off to play, and when she gets back she’s more than pleased to see that Xiao is holding Dodoco to his chest, cupping him carefully and keeping him upright

Some adults just don’t respect Dodoco like Xiao does (Klee has had the terrible experience of people tucking Dodoco under their arm like a book! Not a good holder; one star review)

Upon returning to reclaim her friend, Klee gives Xiao as big a hug as her tiny arms can muster, and though Xiao’s eyes widen and his shoulder stiffen, he lets the small girl embrace him

Klee appreciates the respect Xiao shows her, even though she's small and young

Xiao is careful of how his karmic debt might affect this innocent child but lets himself relax at how Klee unabashedly loves the world. It inspires him to try loving more openly

Venti & Kaveh

So what if I’ve already put Kaveh on this list this is my post I do what I want

Sadge alcoholics with ✨dramatic tendencies ✨

You know they have the best stories tho

When these two come together, every room they enter is a party or every room they enter is a crying support room filled with regrets

Either way the room is filled with wine

Their energy is contagious and they can lead crowds of people to begin partying on a random Tuesday afternoon

But when they're in their feels, they look at each other with the understanding and empathy that they each wish they could gain from others in their lives

When Venti's soft voice carries out a melancholy ballad, Kaveh is the first to start crying

When Kaveh begins drunk rambling about his life, Venti's the one to pat his back, smiling softly despite the deep and old emotion his eyes hold

They hold a mutual and quiet understanding of the simultaneous pain and wonderment that living can bring that I think would be really interesting to see play out

Jean & Kokomi

I feel like if they met initially it would be all business

Discussions on foreign trade, sharing experiences from issues that have arisen in the past

All very professional

That is until either of them slips just a tiny bit about how freaking tired they are, and the other perks up and starts trying to subtly find out more

“Hm, it is a great honour to serve the people of Watatsumi Island, although I wish I had the energy to do more in a day,”

*cue Jean realising she may have just found an overworked buddy*

“Yes, I feel the same about the Knights of Favonius, there is always more to accomplish, though Lisa is always telling me to take more time to myself, although I don’t know how I could.”

“Exactly!” *cough* “I mean, yes, I understand how worrisome that must be.”

They silently sip their tea simultaneously, carefully fixing their posture

And then suddenly begin ranting and confiding in each other about how much they always have on their plate

🎶You’re just like me, I’m just like you~

Overall very cute relationship, they start off distanced by duty, and then become besties once they realise their common ground

Imagine them each making sure the other isn’t working too hard!

And they always listen to each other even if they don’t listen to others who tell them to take breaks because they know the other understands completely just how much they have to do

#fluff #genshin impact #genshin characters #rambles #genshin character interactions #genshin kazuha #genshin razor #genshin kaveh #genshin bennett #genshin kokomi #genshin venti #genshin jean #genshin xiao #genshin klee #genshin impact headcanons

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littlegodzilla · 1 year

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Okay, okay, Who likes weird stories? Who likes the paranormal and the mysterious? Me! Who is incapable of writing anything short in his life? Me too!

Well, I love this request, all the mystery, the magic, the intrigue that this story can have, I wanted to do a one shot, at first, but I started writing and I was unable to stop. I'll post the first part, the story has a lot to offer yet, it's just a little taste of what can happen....

Hope you'll like it!!

Enjoy!!

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Back to Our World.

Norman Reedus x Reader.

Part 1. Request.

Requested by @minervadashwood (thank you I love writing it!): maybe season 3 of the walking dead is shooting. reader and norman have had a love scene together, since then they've become like...idk fuck buddies? but reader has feelings for him. he'll be goofy and just say "i love you" and then laugh (like he does with andy?, so she knows he doesn't mean it. Perhaps late one night they are rehearsing an argument for the show,and they're the only people on the set. Then, the worst storm georgia has ever seen rolls in, and lightning strikes the set, the two of them get knocked out. when they wake up, they're dressed as their characters.

all the other actors are on set, but there's no crew. very weird. they try to chat with andy or melissa, but neither one of them respond to those names, the the others start to get suspiscious of reader and daryl. Like they have working cell phones (no service, but they light up and stuff). Reader has a tattoo on her arm that isn't visible on the show...stuff like that maybe?

anyway, they have to pretend to be daryl and reader's character to keep anyone from shooting them. so they're sharing a mattress at night, acting like a couple, etc.

Warnings: Eventual Smut. Fantasy. TWD Stuff. Some Comedy. Romance and fluff.

Words: 9000

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The mattress creaks again and again with each thrust, each time the moans get louder, the echo of sweaty skins in a room enveloped in a warm, moist atmosphere until both bodies fall exhausted on the bed.

This has been going on since the end of The Walking Dead's first season. After the CDC episode, Daryl and your character had a torrid scene, wrapped in a lot of alcohol and remorse the next day, but the moment was intimate and sexually tense between you and the actor who plays Daryl, Norman Reedus. At first it didn't seem to change anything, but after a couple of weeks, Norman started texting you to propose talking after filming, going down town for lunch, or just clearing your mind from the whole day's work. You took those invitations as something between friends, something innocent, but then everything changed and one night your talk ended up in his trailer, and the two of you in his bed. After that night, there have been others, it's not something that happens every day, but the two of you seek each other out and accept each other's company assiduously. You never talked about it, even when the season ended you thought it would end, that it would not happen again, but it didn't, when you discovered that Norman kept writing you from time to time, asking you how you were and if you felt like seeing each other.

Things were still not exactly clear with your meetings, but you couldn't say no to him, you liked spending the day and nights with him, not only is he a great lover, Norman has proved that to you on more than one occasion, but he is also a good friend, he is funny and crazy at times, protective and confidant on many other occasions.

You have to admit that, perhaps unplanned, you've fallen a little in love with him.

Maybe a lot.

"Are you okay, honey?" his voice brings you back to that very moment. "Have I been too intense?"

"N-no, it's been great, as always." You mumble and look up at him with a shy smile. Norman smiles and pulls you to him, using his chest as a pillow.

"Good girl, you always know how to make me feel good." He jokes and you both laugh low.

You're struggling not to fall asleep, it's been a long day on the film set, the Georgia heat is taking its toll on all of you, plus all the hours doing and undoing the same takes until they come out right. The pleasant warmth of Norman's body, his comfort, his fingers brushing against your skin, are guiding you into a slow but pleasant slumber. Norman turns his head to look at you, your eyes are already closed, which makes him smile, his other hand strokes your hair, you open your eyes a little and he kisses your forehead.

"Rest, beautiful, I'm leaving now." He tells you releasing your body.

"Y-you can stay here..." You offer. You never stay in each other's trailer, always, after sex you say goodbye and go back to your trailers. It's not like your partners don't know what's going on, but you try to be discreet.

"No, I want you to rest." He leans over and kisses you on the head again. "I'll see you tomorrow on set."

One of the other stipulations of your encounters is that Norman never kisses you. No matter how intense, how needy and desperate the situation. His mouth never touches yours. He may touch the rest of your body, every crease and corner, but never your lips. You found it frustrating at first, now you've learned to accept it.

"Okay..." You whisper, curling up on the bed, covering your nakedness with the sheets as you watch him get dressed, he leaves his pants and slippers unfastened, his trailer is not far from yours, so he doesn't need to dress too much.

He gives you one last look, a smile and a wink before leaving the room, in the distance the echo of the door closing. You sigh long and close your eyes. It doesn't take you long to fall asleep, you're exhausted, but your mind wanders between confused and restless dreams.

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The third season begins in an exciting way, after losing the farm, your whole group has to go on the road, Lori is very pregnant and the group begins to doubt Rick's leadership. Daryl and your character are a couple now, their bond has been growing stronger since the night of the CDC and especially after the days at Greene Farm and the loss of Sophia. The scenes you're filming now are close to the prison, the house you'll have throughout that season, but it won't be easy for you to maintain. You're still starting and you know for sure it's going to be long months, with little sleep and too much repetition. But there's a reason you love acting and you wouldn't trade it for anything.

That morning, as you eat breakfast, you still feel a little sore from the night before, some glances fall on you, there are mischievous smiles, but no one says anything, they know you are shy about it. Sometimes you talk to Melissa or Lauren, you need to talk it over with someone, if only to clear your own mind.

"Don't get too attached to him." Lauren once advised you. "Remember, you're not his first 'friend' here." She gives you an intense look.

It's true, Norman and Laurie Holden also had their moment very early in the series. It was like an immediate connection between them, but it didn't last too long, they're good friends now, to be honest you don't know if they still see each other when he's not with you. You don't really want to know either, you live better in ignorance.

"I know, it's not like Norman is forcing me either..." You defended him.

"I'm just saying don't tell him anything about how you feel. Avoid hurting yourself further." He advises you and you take his advice.

Melissa didn't talk much, she was friends with both of you, possibly Norman's confidant too, if he ever had any doubts about your fuck buddy relationship. You still seek her advice from time to time, but you've learned to hide your feelings for Norman, or at least you hope you have.

"Good morning." You hear his voice, approaching towards the scene you are all in, he is already characterized as Daryl, some dirt on his skin, hair combed flat ironed, his skin already starting to acquire some sweat due to the climate of the area and the time he has been held in the makeup trailer. Your eyes roam his whole body, the movement of his step, his arms dancing on both sides of his body, his feet stepping hard, being dragged by the weight of his own body, you have always noticed that he walks with his right foot leaning slightly inwards, a small deviation that surely no one has detected, a small flaw, although Norman is far from being a perfect man. A smile comes across your face, a chuckle escapes you and that catches your companion's attention.

"Good morning." He greets you and you nod.

"Good morning." You reply, he walks over and holds out a bottle of water in his hand. "You should keep it to yourself, you're sweating more than I am." You try to joke and watch as he smiles and bites his tongue.

"I have another one for me, here, I don't want you to faint from the heat." He insists and the cool body of the bottle touches your face giving you goosebumps.

"Thank you." You accept the bottle, when you take it your fingers brush against each other.

"Good girl." He smiles and walks away to return with the rest of the team.

You feel yourself gasping for breath, he always has that effect on you. No matter what he does, Norman always disarms you even if he only brushes against you by accident. You shake your head trying to regain your composure, drink from the bottle and focus on your work.

The shots follow one after the other throughout the day, as a group, individually, with Norman, you stop for lunch, pick up where you left off, try to record the scenes that were strange, again, and then stop once more for a bite to eat. You're done for the day, which gives you a few hours of breathing room. Lauren smiles at you in greeting as she walks over to you and sits down next to you.

"What a day." You snort, exhausted.

"Yeah, I'm not quite used to the heat." You joke and laugh with her, you're not a fan of the sun either, nor the heat.

"Luckily we're done for the day."

"Yeah, how are you, I noticed you were a little lost this morning." She asks looking at you with some concern and you feel your cheeks burning.

"Have you noticed? Last night Norman and I were together..." You tell him. "I didn't expect anyone to notice..."

"It always happens to you after you've been with him, I start to get curious about his abilities." You know she means it as a joke and to tease you, but you can't help a tug of suspicion in your stomach. Still, you have no right to. You and Norman don't have an established relationship, so you couldn't stop them if it happened.

"He's there, I'm sure if you proposed he wouldn't give it much thought." You try to play along with his joke, but your voice wavers for a second.

"And it'd make me a shitty friend, plus Norman's not my type." She shrugs. "Have things changed between you?" she ventures to ask.

"No... I remember you were the one who told me not to say anything to him." You look at her curiously. "And I actually think it's for the best... I'll have fewer headaches. If I focus on it being a sexual-only relationship, that outside of that we're just friends... I don't feel as much anxiety." You try to convince yourself, Lauren looks at you wanting to believe it too.

"I think whatever you do it's going to hurt just the same...I know that's not great advice, I'm sorry."

"I consider you a good friend because you're always honest with me, and I appreciate that. I'm not going to get my hopes up about him, but I'm going to..."

"Who aren't you going to get your hopes up about?" You hear close to where you are and your heart stops for a second.

Norman is in front of you, playing with a finished water bottle in his hands, his eyes are dwarfed from the direct sun, but he has a curious look on his face. You're cut off at the drop of a hat, but Lauren speaks for you.

"We were talking about boys." She comments and that gets the actor's attention even more. "There's a guy who wants to date her." She lies and you open your eyes wide. "I was telling her to try it, that she might like it."

"Really?" Norman's voice sounds like a squeak. "Who is it? You hadn't told me anything."

"I didn't..." You stammer, but clear your throat, trying to appear normal. "I didn't think you cared."

"It's not that... well we're friends, I thought you had confidence for that..." He tries to justify himself.

"It's just that we haven't talked much yet... we're just getting to know each other." You lie to him too, you don't even know why you're playing along with Cohan, but the grimace of doubt on Norman's face forces you to lie.

"Okay..." It's the last thing he says before he walks away, leaving you alone again.

"Can you explain what that was about?" You ask your friend.

"I think Norman has gotten used to having you whenever he feels like it, you always go along with his plan, well maybe that he thinks you're no longer as available as he wants you to be... he moves things around."

"What if he moves them for the worse? I don't want to lose what we have either."

But Lauren doesn't respond, she just shrugs, leaving you there again, as she does have some more scene to shoot with her father and future husband. You smile, you like the story they are building for her character, Maggie, there is going to be a lot of drama for her, but she is still a strong character that is growing and changing with each new season. Your character has also changed since your first scene in Atlanta. You've gone from a scary woman to a strong, feisty woman, you've been taught how to shoot and fight and the dead have become your focus, as well as protecting those you now consider your family, of course. Plus having Daryl by your side, is a moral support your character needs to keep developing, you are also going to have ups and downs with some appearances like Merle and doubts in Daryl that will make them falter a bit, but you like the subplot they are forming for the two of you. You have to admit that at first it was a little scary being Daryl Dixon's girlfriend, everyone had accepted the redneck with their arms up in the air and at first your character was just the vixen who had dropped her panties for him. There was a lot of back and forth, awkward questions at conventions and really hairy situations on the internet, but as the episodes went on people came to accept what was being created and your relationship is now well received, although there are still misgivings on some sides.

That night you prepare for a quiet dinner in your caravan. You stopped filming a few hours ago. The skies in Georgia were getting rough and at that time of year it's best not to push your luck when a storm rolls in, so you stopped all filming and returned to your caravans. In the distance you hear the storm brewing as you settle into your couch, legs propped up on the cushion as you stir the food before you start. You hear knocking on the door of your trailer and you stand still for a moment, instinctively looking at your cell phone for a message from Norman, but there is nothing. The knocking is repeated, you leave your food on the table and get up, wiping your hands before opening the door. Norman is on the other side, chewing his lip several times, he's wearing his usual clothes, but between his hands he's wringing out what looks like his character's script.

"Norman?" You look at him in confusion.

"Did I catch you busy? I can come back another time."

"N-no I was just going to grab some dinner, nothing else, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's just that I was going over the script between our characters and there are a couple of scenes I'd like to go over..."

"Okay... Now?" you're still a little confused, but he nods. If it's some method to get through the night with you, it's the first time he's used that tactic. It's not like he needs an excuse to show up there either, really. "It's okay, come in." You offer and leave the door open, walking back to your couch. "Do you want something to eat?"

"No, I had something to eat in my trailer before I came." He shrugs and sits down next to you.

"Good, then I'll take my diner later."

"No, finish up, I came unannounced. I don't mind waiting." He says sincerely and stands up then points to your kitchen. "Can I grab a beer?"

"Yeah, sure, help yourself." You smile picking up your plate again.

You don't like beer, its bitter taste has always been unpleasant on your tongue, but since you started with the series you always have some in the fridge for when you have company, not only from Norman, also from your friends or when you have a birthday party or when the end of the season recording is near, to celebrate that the work is almost done. You like to watch Norman move naturally and normally around your 'house' knowing every nook and cranny, where things are, where you keep them and what he can and can't touch. Again he sits down next to you taking a swig of his beer and puts a juice next to your plate. You smile and your heart flips, maybe you wouldn't really give it a thought, but it's funny how much the man seems to know you.

"What is it?" You decide to cut through the silence, focus on why he's there with you.

"The scene?" he shakes his head as you nod. "I notice they're making Daryl very..." He remains quiet, searching for the word. "Social? My intention is to make him weird and distrustful, he may have loyalty to the group, but with his wariness, like in the early seasons, but since he's had a girlfriend they're making him a cheesy guy." He explains, you get a chuckle and he smiles amused. "No offense, I love spending time with you, honey, but I'm a guy from the mountains, an alpha male, a hunter, troubled, with a shitty past. You can't melt me like that." He jokes and your laughter grows louder.

"Oh forgive me, Mr. badass for turning you human." You joke once again, his sly grin charms you and always gives you goosebumps. "What's your plan?"

"I want him to love his family, his girl, but in his own way, I want to study the script with you and see how I can fit it in without making it too weird or cold... Does that make sense?"

"Okay, we can try a few scenes and see what we get out of it."

Norman seems content with your words. He takes one more drink of his beer, you're finishing your dinner, in the distance you can hear the thunder of the storm. You've never had a problem with them, you like them, the smell of wet grass has always relaxed you, but when the lights on your trailer flicker you can't help but worry.

"There's a good storm coming." Your coworker comments and you nod.

"Looks like it... it's not like it's the first time we've had to work in pouring rain." You say and he nods.

"Worst week of my life, I don't think I've ever had so much snot." He jokes and you laugh again.

"You were still the cutest redneck on the set." You poke him and he snorts in amusement.

"I love you too, honey." He says with a teasing tinge. "Shall we practice a little?" he offers and you nod.

Because the storm seems to be getting closer and closer, you decide to stay in your trailer to rehearse dialogue, after picking up all your dinner, you look up your own manuscript of your character so you can reply to his, to create the scene between you as best you can. When Norman starts talking you realize right away what he's referring to. Daryl has taken a drastic turn with his personality, you're sure people will like that he's more approachable, that he wants to take care of his friends and the place they now want to call home, but for you it's also hard to fit in that the hunter is all the time thinking about your character or talking about her, using all those affectionate nicknames. Corny, as Norman has defined it.

"Okay, I see where your concern lies." You tell him after rehearsing a few sentences.

"Right? That's not my Daryl... I don't know if I should talk to Greg and the others..." He comments scratching the back of his neck.

"Greg always listens to you when there's something about Daryl that worries you, maybe between the two of you you can find a balance."

"I'll talk to him first thing..." He nods, a loud rumble makes you both jump. The storm is over the recording area. "Maybe I should get back before it starts raining."

"Why don't you stay?" You invite him feeling your pulse quicken. "It could be dangerous..."

"Are you afraid I might get struck by lightning?" he says amused, but you're not amused.

The weather in that part of the state at that time of year can be unstable and dangerous, it's an area of possible hurricanes, flooding from big storms and some landslides, so Norman joking about a possible lightning strike hitting you might be more possible than hitting the lottery.

"I'm just saying stay over, you can use the couch, if you want..." You insist, Norman watches you carefully, sighs and opens the door to the caravan.

"Come on, you'll see, it's just a storm." He takes your hand and you both get out of the vehicle.

You regret having followed him the second your feet touch the ground, the place starts to get wet from a very fine rain that is shaken by a wind that is getting stronger and stronger, swirling your clothes and hair. The eye of the storm is right above you, the clouds, even though it is night, look completely black, lightning appears and disappears inside them, illuminating them, a whirlpool is forming right above the film set, those huge clouds seem to be creating the eye of the hurricane and fear takes hold of you. It's not a normal storm, it doesn't even look like a storm, it's more like it wants to absorb the place, but no one else has noticed, around you everything remains impassive, your companions are sleeping in their caravans, oblivious to the strong wind and the violent movement of all the objects around you. You look at Norman, his retort about there being nothing wrong with this storm has seemed to die in his mouth, his eyes are wide open, fixed on the cumulus clouds above you. The roar of thunder takes over the whole place, you jump in place when a bolt of lightning strikes directly on the ground, bursting the grass there into several pieces, creating a tiny crater. But it's not the only one, several bolts of lightning strike the ground around you, getting closer and closer. You look at Norman and hear the roar of thunder, not far away again.

"Norman!" you shout at the top of your lungs.

You reach out, wanting to grab his arm, to pull him out of the way, but you watch, helplessly, as the lightning flashes through his body, illuminating his insides like a light bulb. It passes through him completely, the electric sensation runs through every inch of his body until it is released through his fingertips, the discharge connects with your own fingers, your hand outstretched towards him receives the impact. The scream of pain dies into nothingness, the pain is intense and runs up and down you, you feel a burning sensation envelop you. You close your eyes, your body jerks and you feel yourself being pushed backwards. Before you hit the ground. You are already unconscious.

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You gasp loudly, opening your eyes with a start. You sit up, rubbing your body, looking for some sign on your skin, some high degree burn due to the reach of the lightning. That it was something impossible to happen. You plan to laugh in Norman's face as soon as you....

Norman.

You remember how the lightning struck his body, how it went through him like butter, you could see how his skin glowed, how it seemed to burn inside as you reached out to pull him out of the beam's path. You get up from the ground quickly, or at least as fast as your aching body allows you, the jolt you received was also violent, although it was not a direct hit, the force was also massive. You gasp looking around you, in search of your co-worker, but at the same time you want to find out what happened to the rest of the set, as you perfectly remember the lightning striking the ground uncontrollably. The fear that someone else might have been hurt shakes you.

But nothing.

Everything is fine, in fact the sky is clear, the heat is gradually taking over your skin, you hear the rustle of the birds that dawn along with the day, the earth is not wet, the craters created by the storm, don't exist, in front of you stands the prison, you are in the front yard, where all the recording equipment should be settled. But no one is there. A whimper not far from where you are catches your attention.

"My God, Norman!" you groan, running to him, kneeling beside him and helping him up from the ground, slowly. "Slowly, slowly..." You whisper and push the dirty strands of his hair away from his face, he grunts once again.

"What the fuck happened?" he snaps painfully and you deny. You don't quite know what to say.

"Do you remember the storm last night?" you try to inquire, he seems hesitant, but then hums a yes. "I think the lightning knocked us out and..." You gasp when Norman finally lifts his head. You swallow hard and scan his face in anguish.

His neck, and part of his jaw, are scarred by a rather nasty wound, it's the trace of the lightning. Where it entered, burning his skin, the shape of his jaw, going down the left side of his neck, getting lost inside his clothes, everything is a burn, you've heard and read about similar phenomena, marks left by lightning strikes on people, creating trees of light on their skin, but this is real now, it's not an article in a magazine, Norman's skin is decorated with that burn and it hurts just looking at it.

"My God..." You whisper without taking your eyes off him.

"Fuck, what happened to you?" he asks, worried.

To you? More like the question would be, what happened to him, but before you can open your mouth, Norman twists your head carefully and touches your neck. It doesn't hurt, but when his fingers touch your skin you feel it more sensitive than usual. Then you understand that you have a similar mark to his, the lightning also went through you, so it makes sense that you both have similar tattoos.

"Does it hurt?" You hear him ask you, but you shake your head.

"It's weird... it's like the whole area is numb." You say sincerely and touch his neck. "Does it hurt you?"

"No... I think my butt hurts more from the fall." He jokes and you can't help but laugh. "Sorry..." His apology makes you look at him confused. "You tried to warn me and I didn't listen... you're hurt because of me..."

"No, no... it's not your fault, it's a miracle we're both..."

"Hey, you two, is that how you stand guard? At least find yourselves a tower like Glenn and Maggie do." You hear not too far away.

You raise your heads at the same time, Andy isn't too far from where you guys are sitting on the ground. You're relieved to see that he's okay, that the storm passed without hurting anyone else, Andy is already dressed in his Rick clothes, which makes you think that it's late, that the shooting will start shortly and you're not ready yet.

"Shit, Norman, they're going to kill us." You say getting up and helping him up.

Your eyes then notice a detail that had gone unnoticed until now. Norman is wearing his Daryl clothes, the wing vest, his baggy pants, the red bandana in the back pocket of his pants, the hiking boots and... God, is that smell coming from him? You wrinkle your nose as you take a step back. Norman seems to notice and lifts his arm to sniff his own armpit.

"Hey, it's not me... well, it kinda is, but I showered yesterday, that smell isn't me." He defends himself by shaking his head.

You look around you at the side of the fence there are several extras disguised as zombies who keep panting and pushing against the metal barrier. The smell is coming from them, a mixture of blood and rotting flesh that turns your stomach.

"I think they've gone too far with the credibility of the dead..." You protest and Norman nods.

"Come on with the others, let's get something to eat before we get to filming."

"I think we should go to the hospital and get this looked at... I don't know if it's good..." You say shaking your head.

"If you guys aren't going to do your on-call shift, at least give us a heads up so someone can cover for you." Andy says when you reach his side.

"Sorry man, give me a moment and I'll get on it now, I need to get something to eat." Norman replies walking past.

"What?" asks the Brit with a frown.

"We had an accident last night with the storm, I think we're going to talk to Greg about letting us go to the hospital." You explain to Andy who opens his eyes wide.

"Who is Greg, what hospital do you intend to go to?" There is nervousness and disbelief in his voice.

"Look, Andy, I feel like a rag right now, I'm not in the mood for jokes." Norman speaks again and you watch silently as the other man's face doesn't improve.

"You called me Andy?"

"Well, okay; I got struck by fuckin' lightnin' tonight, my body hurts like hell, I just wanna eat somethin' and then get my fuckin' wound looked at, is that okay with ya, Rick?" he says with a growl at the end of the sentence, his southern accent coming out like every time he plays Daryl and you feel your core tighten at his angry tone.

"Okay, sorry, it's just... yeah, sure, go get something to eat." Andy mumbles, feeling a little uncomfortable at his partner's pissed off tone.

You look at Andrew apologetically and walk faster behind Norman to catch up, grab his hand and tug lightly to get his attention.

"Calm down, he's not to blame."

"I know, but did you see how he was looking at us? And who's Greg, really? I'm not in the mood for bullshit right now." He admits entering the cell area.

You follow him, the damp cold of the place welcomes you, something doesn't quite fit, where are the cameras? Where is the technical equipment? Your filming partners are there, but no one else, Melissa is preparing something to eat, Lauren is with Steven talking to the side, Emily with Chandler. They all seem immersed in their roles, they look at you as you enter and there is a smile on their mouths, they all say good morning to you, Norman stands there for a moment, he too has detected something that scolds him, you can tell by the way he frowns and purses his lips.

"Good morning lovebirds, would you like something to eat?" speaks Melissa.

"Thanks, but we're going to leave the set for a moment." You speak first, leaving Norman to continue thinking about what's bothering him.

"Off the set? Are you guys going out to explore? It seems to me that Rick wanted to clean up the area some more, find the cafeteria and the infirmary..." The white-haired woman comments and you frown.

Everything seems to follow the story line of the TV series, but on the other hand there are some differences that grate on your ear, technically when your characters make their way inside the prison, you already find the cafeteria and Hershel gets hurt, but here they are just gathering strength to continue exploring inside, they haven't found the prisoners who are still alive in there... you look sideways at Norman and realize that he has also discovered that detail. Something doesn't add up and you start to worry.

"Are you all right?" Emily walks over to you. "What happened to you?" she asks as she looks at the marks on your skin.

"Lightning struck us tonight." Norman replies. "We need someone to look at us and..." He falls silent as he sees they all look at him with wide eyes. "What?"

"What, what's wrong with your voice?" asks Melissa. "Since when do you talk like a city boy?"

The blood ices in your veins. You glance sideways at Norman who he seems to be holding his breath. God, there's something seriously wrong here. Norman snorts, fed up with the whole thing.

"What the fuck's wrong with y'all?"

"Ah, no, there it is, I thought so..." Melissa comments and goes on with what she's doing.

"But..."

"Daryl." You call out to him and he looks at you confused as your hand grips his arm. "Come with me for a moment, come on." You ask him and taking his hand, you walk away from the group, towards the cell area.

"What?"

"What? don't you think there's something strange here?"

"I'm not the only one who smells barbecue?"

"Yeah, that's... what? No… do you smell barbecue? Are you having a stroke?"

"That would make more sense than what's going on here."he grunts looking over your shoulder, toward the door. "Is it just me or is everyone acting really weird?"

"Yes! That's what I was trying to tell you." You fidget nervously. "Where are the filming people? Where's Greg or Angela? What about our trailers and the whole area for the technical crew personnel?" You list, he nods, reaches into his pants and pulls out his phone. "And you're dressed like Daryl, yesterday when you came to see me you were in your normal clothes."

"You're in your character's clothes too." He points grabbing the edge of your shirt. "Oh, and look at that." He lifts the shirt a little more looking at your hip.

"Norman, I don't think now is the best time..."

"It's not that, look." He insists and you look down.

What the hell? You quickly look for a mirror to look at your reflection in, lift up your two layers of t-shirts and discover that on your side, along your ribs towards your hip bone, is a long tattoo that has only been seen on your character on a few occasions, the first at the CDC on her night with Daryl, but you don't have any tattoos. You've always liked them, but you've never settled on any. Norman slowly approaches, his fingers caressing the shape of the Yggdrasil tree roots that stray down the waistband of your pants.

"It matches your new tattoo." He whispers, brushing against the lightning mark on your neck.

"Norman...you can't be getting horny now...seriously." You scold him and he growls low.

"It's not my fault, I always liked the way this tattoo looks on you, you should get a real one." He comments in your ear, his fingers rubbing the lines of the tattoo, but it doesn't fade.

"Well, it looks pretty real to me..." You turn away from him, his excitement turns to confusion and his growing erection stops.

"What's going on?" He looks at his phone again and discover there's no signal. "Shit, the lightning must have messed up the phone."

"I don't think that's it..." You whisper and look for yours, no signal either.

"Okay, say it, surprise me with your crazy idea." He says exasperated by the whole situation.

"What if we're inside the TV series? What if we're Daryl and my character for real? Or at least they think we are? What if they're all Rick, Carol, Maggie, Glenn..."

"No, are you kidding me? No." He shakes his head. "I can't be Daryl, I have no aim, I can't track, the wildest thing I've ever done in my life was cut Eye's fingernails and he almost took my eyes out. I can stick an arrow in my own foot." He protests like a little kid and you have to bite back a laugh.

That's right, Norman is the complete opposite of Daryl, and yes, you know his cat and you love how feral he becomes when his master tries to do anything to him. Norman shoots you a pointed look, you raise your hand in peace, nodding your head.

"I'm not like my character either, I've never fired a gun and I'm certainly not as agile, nor as flexible as her, I've never fought anyone hand to hand..."

"You seem pretty flexible to me..."

"Norman!" You scold him again. "Please take it seriously!"

"I can't! This is absurd! What do you expect us to do? Pretend we're our characters and what? Fight the dead? We know what's going to happen and there's nothing pretty."

"I know that, but we have to do something!" You're quiet for a moment, thoughtful. Norman is right, you guys know what's going to happen all season, all the partners you're going to lose, the new ones coming in... the Governor.... "This is crazy..."

"I think we should wake them all up, or maybe we should wake up ourselves, it's possible that with the lightning we've gone into a coma or something."

"And we're both living the same thing? Come on."

"Maybe you're a hallucination, or maybe I'm a hallucination..." You cut off what he's saying by giving him a gentle slap. Norman looks at you with wide eyes. "What was that all about!"

"Did that hurt? Then you're not a hallucination, and neither am I. There's something very ugly going on here. And we have to find out what it is."

"How can you be so calm?"

"I'm not, Norman! But I'm trying to be rational and think something logical. I want to go home, I want to go back to our world. I don't like zombies, I don't like having to kill or watch anyone die. Have you thought about the possibility that we could die here? If one of those things bites us or if someone shoots us..."

"Shit..." he gasps as he becomes aware of that. "We have to get out of here..."

"Is everything okay?"

You both jump at the same time, in front of your cell door is Melissa, or Carol, looking at you with concern, you throat clears and shake your head.

"A-all right, Mel... Carol, thank you." You smile.

"...Rick wants you to join him to go with the group..."

"Sure, we'll be right there." You nod and the woman disappears again.

"Are you crazy? What did we just talk about?"

"If we don't go they'll get suspicious!"

"Maybe we should tell them what's going on."

"Sure, like that will solve it... We just have to pretend a little, at night we'll leave here and look for some solution, maybe with a new storm we'll be home again."

"Do you really think it will be that easy?"

No, you don't think so, but you don't know what else to think either, you sigh giving him a few gentle taps on the chest and leave the cell to join the rest of the group. Andy or Rick, the truth makes it hard for you to call him by the name that should be his, Norman follows you a few steps behind, you notice him uncomfortable and nervous, which is good, it may seem that the prison situation is what makes him uneasy, although you know it's the situation in general, wanting to go home. Rick makes the group to go find the cafeteria, Norman, or Daryl, has to go with them and the actor tenses up like a rope, if they had to film that scene, he'd be the first to dive into the darkness of the hallway, but knowing he may not make it out of there, the fear, the caution, takes over.

"Okay, let's go." You say when Rick calls out your character's name.

"Daryl, I want you to go close to me, covering my right side." Rick continues to speak, Norman is clueless, looking around. "Daryl? Are you listening to me?" he looks at him confused, but Norman continues to ignore him.

"Daryl!" You nudge him, Norman quickly turns his head towards you.

"Shit, what? What's wrong?"

"Rick's talking to you..." You look at him intensely, Norman needs a second, but then nods and looks at the sheriff.

"Yeah, sure, sorry, it's just... I still can't believe we found this place." He apologizes to his friend and gives you a sidelong glance.

"Okay, let's get going, I want everyone on alert."

You start walking, Norman holds you for a moment and you look at him confused.

"I don't know if it's a good idea for you to go in..." He comments quietly.

"I know what you mean, but we have to follow the story line, what would happen if we don't?"

"We don't know and I'm not going to risk you to find out." he assures you, you frown slightly, surprised by his words.

"You have a boyfriend waiting for you, don't you? It would be hard to explain it to him if something happened to you."

"Boyfriend... Norman, I don't... that thing we were talking about with Lauren, it wasn't..."

"Guys." Rick's voice catches your attention. "Don't hang back, we have to do this."

"We're coming. We'll talk later." Norman says to you, grabbing the crossbow as he usually does on the shoot.

The darkness is total, you both walk with your hearts in your mouths, you play with the advantage factor that you know what's going to happen, but that doesn't make it any less scary. At any moment a small group of dead will corner you and force you to run, Hershel will get a bite and....

"Watch out!" You hear Rick.

Here they come. Rick looks at Norman, he loads the crossbow and fires. The shot is absurd, it doesn't even hit the zombie, the sheriff's look at him makes Norman cringe. But it's not his fault, he doesn't see shit there, he's practiced with the crossbow once, but he hasn't mastered it enough to be able to use it in a situation like that. He's not Daryl. Behind you you hear Hershel's scream, you quickly grab it leading the group towards the cafeteria to continue with the scene.

It's brutal and terrifying to watch Rick's axe cut through the flesh and bone of the old man's leg, splattering blood everywhere. On set things never have that much detail, there's always computer editing, a little fake blood and it changes to something else, but that's just too much. You feel your stomach turn and you look around for a place to throw up, but Norman keeps you at his side.

"Hang in there...remember we're not alone." He whispers in your ear.

Right, the prisoners, Axel, Oscar and the others... you take a deep breath to control your nausea, Norman then releases you to hold the crossbow and point it at your spotters.

"Rick..." he calls out to his friend, though he struggles not to use his real name.

There in front of you are the small group of prisoners, shocked by what they have witnessed, you would like to say something to keep them away from the group, but Hershel is priority and you take him back to the cells, as planned in the series. Everything is much more chaotic than you expect, the screams, the fear, the blood, the sobs and the confusion of Hershel's daughters, not to mention the inmates following you, Andrew, Rick, does not let them continue to the cells where the rest try to stabilize the old man. Norman, taking his role, aims at them with the crossbow, there he has better visibility and his aim is also better. You stay close too, with your hand on your gun, although you doubt you can use it.

"What's going on?" asks Tomas, a man with long black hair.

"That's not your problem. You're free now, you can leave if you want." Rick speaks.

"Leave? As soon as we set foot out there..."

"There's nothing out there anymore." Norman replies, following his character's line. "You're in luck, guys. Your second chance..."

"How long have you guys been locked in the cafeteria?"

"There was a riot, one of the cops locked you guys in there saying he'd go get reinforcements... I guess he didn't make it." Axel speaks.

"There's no one left, we've been cleaning out the prison, it's ours now." Rick explains and Tomas bristles like a cat.

"Ours? Seems to me that's not how this works..."

"I don't care what you think, we've fought those things out there, we've spilled blood. We're not turning this place over to you." Rick assures him with a dangerous tone.

"Si de verdad crees, huevón, que nos vamos a ir con las manos vacías…" (If you really think, asshole, that we're going to walk away empty-handed…) Tomas says, defiant again.

"Te conviene hacer caso a lo que este huevón te dice, o sufrirás las consecuencias."(You'd better listen to what this asshole tells you, or you'll suffer the consequences).Norman quickly replies in mumbled Spanish.

Again, all eyes fall on the Georgia redneck's interpreter. You have your eyes widened to the max, Norman clearly still doesn't realize what he's done.

"Do you know Spanish?" asks T-Dog.

"I was living in Spain for a while." Norman replies again and then something clicks in his mind. "Shit..." He whispers.

"In Spain? What did you miss there?" the man still can't believe it, though he's not the only one.

"I, uhm... well I... we went hunting. Yes, that... we were invited to hunt..." He lies horribly, you feel like digging a hole in the ground and crawling inside, Glenn rolls his eyes.

"Like there are no animals in Georgia..." He comments shaking his head.

"Never mind, if you guys want to stay in the prison there are other blocks you can use." Rick speaks again, catching the attention of the others. "We'll split the cafeteria supplies, of what's left, we'll take half."

"Half? Are you out of your mind?"

"Half, or we can leave you on the street and keep it all, you have a choice."

Your mind disconnects from the conversation, you've already heard that dialogue several times and you know how it's going to end, unfortunately that's not the only thing you and Norman know is going to happen, when you lead the group to the cafeteria again you're going to lose Big Tiny, you remember the actor who played that character, he was kind and nice, you liked him the days you were filming those scenes, thinking that here he's going to die for real makes your eyes fill with tears.

Everything becomes a huge I want and I can't, you would love to warn the prisoner to be careful, stay close to him to help him and protect him, but no matter what you do, his fate is cast and he is wounded before you can plan it, also Tomas shoots him without giving you time to think of something, you stay in shock, looking around you. The tension, the fear, the anxiety that runs and shakes your whole body is such that you feel short of breath. You can't, that world is not made for you, seen through the cameras, feeling the team always close, seeing the funny faces of the teammates and hearing from afar "Cut" and everyone coming back to life... God how you miss all that. You wish you could open your eyes and wake up, that it was all just a bad dream.

But you can't, and Tomas' blood crashes and stains your face as Rick is unceremonious and drives the machete into his head. You gasp from the shock of the impact of the blood, but you are unable to move. Your body doesn't react.

"Are you okay?" You hear Norman's voice next to you. You have returned to the cells, thinking about what you are going to do with Axel and Oscar. You are sitting on the front steps, Norman is carrying a bucket of water and wiping the remains of the blood from your face. "Hey, talk to me."

"I want to go home..." You whisper with a blank stare.

"I know, and we're going home, remember? You said so..." He tries to cheer you up by wiping the traces of blood off your cheek.

"What if we don't make it, what if we die here? Or this is our world now, there's no turning back, I don't know how to fight, I don't know how to shoot... and you..."

"Hey, hey, breathe, calm down." He holds your face in his hands. "No, okay? No. We'll get through this, we'll go home, everything will go on as usual. There's got to be an explanation why we're here..."

"Someone hates us?"

"And has theh done voodoo on us? It's very possible, but I am a beautiful person, I have no enemies." He jokes and a small giggle escapes you, he smiles at the sight of you laughing, strokes the tip of your nose and leans in, kissing the top of your head. "You can't leave me alone in this, honey, I need you." He confesses to you and you feel your heart race.

"O-okay... I'm sorry I got like this..."

"Come here." He whispers hugging you tightly.

You love it when Norman does that, you've always felt protected in his arms, you sigh and feel the anxiety and nerves subside a little, though they're still under your skin, alert.

"Norman..."

"Yes, babygirl?"

"You still smell terrible..." You comment and hear him laugh, breaking the hug.

"It's not my fault, it's part of the character."

"You've never smelled like that, you always smell like..." You see his smile grow wider and your cheeks redden, without realizing it you've given too much detail at best.

"Guys, let's step up the guards." Rick walks over to you and you're thankful the mood lightens. "Now that we've got Oscar and Axel hanging around, I don't want them coming anywhere near our ward, and until Hershel wakes up..."

"Sure, count on it." You nod your head.

"Are you okay?" the Sheriff asks you and you nod.

"Worried about Hershel, nothing more." You try to reassure him.

You all meet for dinner, Hershel is still unchanged in his condition, Carl has found the infirmary, Lori has gone ballistic, but everyone is relieved that they can take care of the man properly, you think about the infirmary, the library down the block too, maybe you could take a look there, look for a clue in the books about what has happened to you. You know it's crazy, but maybe there is some similar phenomenon that can help you. At dinner you don't talk too much, with the new provisions your stomachs are full, although you and Norman weren't as hungry as the rest. That night Maggie and Glenn offer to stand guard for you, the rest of you divide up your chores for the next day and go to your cells. You sit on your bunk and it feels hard and cold, colder than you remember, you hear footsteps and raise your head, Norman is at the door, watching you.

"Is something wrong?" You look at him worriedly, but he shakes his head, stepping into the cell.

"We're supposed to be our characters... who are boyfriend and girlfriend..."

"Norman... I really don't feel like sex today..." The anxiety is too strong in your body to think of anything else.

"I didn't... I didn't mean that, although I wouldn't say no, if you feel like a quick fuck..."

"Norman..."

"Okay, what I mean, is that... if we're boyfriend and girlfriend, it would look weird if we didn't share a cell, you know, like in the show..." He looks at you, raising his eyebrows, trying to sound coherent.

"Oh, that..." You look thoughtful as he sits down next to you, watching you silently.

"We can put the mattresses on the floor, so we can both sleep better, I promise I don't snore... at least not much." He jokes with the last part and you let out a chuckle.

"You're an idiot, but I think it's a good idea..." You nod.

Between the two of you arrange the room for the two of you, you cross the mattresses and then place the sheets on top, it's not cold but the damp prison environment makes a thin sheet nice to sleep on at night. You hesitate, you are nervous, after so much insisting, you are finally going to have Norman sleeping with you, you would like it to be in a completely different situation, but you plan to take advantage of it. You sit on the edge to take off your boots, putting them aside. Norman mimics you by sitting on the other side, he sheds his clothes and you watch him.

"Shit..." You whisper and reach out.

His scars, Daryl's scars, are there too, even the mark left by the arrow he put in himself, never seen again in the series, but Norman's body retains it. It's all so real.

"What's wrong?" he looks at you worriedly.

"It's the scars..."

"That too? I think someone hates me." He snorts in annoyance. You can't contain yourself and kiss the marks on his shoulder blade, Norman hums at the sensation. "If you don't want sex, don't provoke me...I'm an easy man."

"Sorry." You let out a giggle and settle back on your side of the bed.

You feel Norman do the same, the two of you lying on your backs, staring at the prison ceiling. Maybe it's all a dream. Maybe it will all be over tomorrow. Maybe you'll close your eyes and when you open them again you'll be home.

Maybe...

In the distance, a storm forms, thunder and lightning envelop the area, the black clouds have an unnatural greenish glow. Neither of you are aware of its existence, sleep has won you over and you are rocked in deep dreams.

To be continued...

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In light of the most recent episode, have this scene that I wrote months ago 🤣 It follows this scene I shared one lovely Friday in March from my post lightning strike fic where Eddie is trying to date, he and Buck are a whole ass mess, and no one is having a good time. Except us? lol

Eddie shows up at a coffee shop for his next date and Buck is in the booth directly behind him. As if they are now special operative spies who can’t be seen together but can pass secret information back and forth in the middle of a busy restaurant if they whisper to each other and meet like this and don’t look like they actually know each other.

Number seven seems okay. A little conceited maybe and way too into Instagram followers and being an influencer and whatever other social media bullshit. But when they get up to use the restroom, Buck reaches for him so he can solidly whack Eddie in the arm. “You’re so tense. Lighten up.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and hates everything. “This is how you’re being helpful? How exactly am I supposed to lighten up and not be tense?”

“Well, the fake laugh isn’t working. I can tell you that much.” Buck leans out of his booth — which defeats the whole purpose of them not acknowledging that they know each other but whatever this wasn’t Eddie’s idea — and makes weird gestures at him. “Just relax. Take a few deep breaths. Be yourself instead of— whatever it is you’re doing now.”

“What is wrong with what I’m doing now?”

“Uh. You mean, everything?”

Why is it there is no lightning that can strike Eddie down right now? That seems so unfair and unreasonable. “Everything.” It’s a cold dead word in his mouth, but it’s better than cold dead partner, matching cold dead hearts, nothing beating, nothing living.

Buck takes it as question rather than statement. “Yeah. You’re not really talking or even asking questions. It makes you seem uninterested and bored. Or like you’re inattentive. I mean, some people go for the aloof thing, they take it as a challenge, but I doubt you want to play those games so never mind. You could maybe,” he hums like he’s thinking. “Oh! Talk about Chris’ science fair or the play they’re putting together for English with all the book reports.”

“That’s stuff you’ve worked on with him.” Also, Eddie is pretty sure that listening to him talk about his son’s homework and school activities is not what anyone but Buck would want to do.

“You know about it though.”

“Not like you do.”

“Well, your date doesn’t know that. But fine. How about. Play the desert island game — what things would you want with you if you were stranded on a desert island.”

“That’s your advice? What in the hell is that supposed to tell me about this person?”

“It can tell you lots of things! It’s a measure of what someone values, how smart or creative someone might be, and how much, you know, c-compatibility you—you might have. That’s the point.”

There’s a set of utensils near Eddie’s hand. It’s one of those rolled-and-banded-in-a-napkin things that likely has a knife in it. At the very least, it should have a fork, and he should be able to un-band, unroll the napkin and pick out said fork so that he can repeatedly stab himself in the arm until something registers as worse than this whole situation he’s stuck in right now.

But that would probably be too on the nose?

“A-also? You don’t have to laugh at everything or talk like you’re being interviewed. It’s not a test. You can reveal some things. No one is hunting for enemy intel. They’re not asking for social security numbers and home address. Plus, the weird chuckle thing you’re doing is fake and kind of creepy. First dates are for talking about fun interests and hobbies and things you enjoy so you can see if they might enjoy them, too. Nothing controversial, nothing super personal. Ask about movies. Or books. Or favorite foods.”

Eddie presses his fingers against his forehead and then rubs his temple and the ridge of his eyebrow where there’s an invisible mining colony shoving stakes into his skull.

“Hey,” Buck turns soft and honey sweet this time and touches Eddie’s arm gently.

It’s brief. The touch. Barely more than a graze of fingertips and lasts only for a second. But it makes Eddie’s skin burn like it’s been seared. Eddie sort of turns to look back at him. But immediately regrets it.

Buck gives him a look of pure warmth and affection. “You’re charming and funny and hot and one of the nicest people in the entire world. Okay? There’s no reason someone wouldn’t like you or wouldn’t want to date you. Or keep dating you. You’re, you know, a catch. You’re pretty much everyone’s type.”

Yeah. Sure. He feels so much like “everyone’s type.” Eddie turns back to the table in front of him and can’t think about those words or Buck’s voice or his eyes or his anything. They’re all lightning daggers shoved into Eddie’s chest and stomach, and he aches. Aches and aches and needs something he can’t have. If he’s everyone’s type, if there’s no reason someone wouldn’t want to date him, then. Why.

Why does Buck never look at him that way?

#wip wednesday #buddie wip #buddie #jenwyn wip #fic: catching lightning #911 #he and his husband keep competing for biggest disaster fail loser #AND THEY ARE BOTH WINNING #🙄

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toweringclam · 9 months

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Godefroy Investigation Part 2: Ancient Dragon Knight Kristoff

Let's look at the actual facts regarding Godefroy the Grafted.

We find him in the Golden Lineage Evergaol on the Altus Plateau.

He took part in the First Defense of Leyndell

He was captured by Ancient Dragon Knight Kristoff.

He carries the Godfrey Icon Talisman.

He is an exact duplicate of Godrick.

That's all we know. Literally, that's it. So, I'm gonna investigate these

Evergaols are pretty self-explanatory, and I'll deal with the First Defense when I get to Godrick, so first I'll start with Kristoff. Who was he?

Well, he was a Leyndell Knight. Really, that's it. Why was he called "Ancient Dragon Knight," then? It's likely that the order changed names at some point after he was interred as Spirit Ash.

This is also suggested by the Dragon-Cult Prayerbook, which Brother Corhyn calls a heresy. The Gravel-Stone Seal has the rather dubious line:

The worship of the ancient dragons does not conflict with belief in the Erdtree. After all, this seal, and lightning itself, are both imbued with gold.

Note for later: Things that have to be insisted this strongly are probably what someone wants you to believe rather than what is actually true.

Now, Kristoff's actual description is the only text mention of Godefroy in the game:

Spirit of Kristoff, an honorable knight of Leyndell who was also a devout worshipper of the ancient dragons. His skills strike down foes with thunderbolts, the dragons' weapon of choice. After the First Defense of Leyndell, Kristoff earned the hero's honor of Erdtree Burial for the feat of capturing Godefroy the Grafted.

Said hero's burial was in the Sainted Hero's Grave, so yeah this was a pretty big fucking deal. Going with my theory that Godefroy was memory holed, it's pretty weird that the man who captured him was given a sainted burial and the whole grave was renamed* in his honor.

He's guarded by an Ancient Hero of Zamor, who shows up as a recurring boss and a basic enemy, once in the Mountaintops of the Giants. The description of their equipment says:

These long-lived warriors, clad in biting, freezing winds, are said to have been the mortal enemies of the Fire Giants since time immemorial.

There are two others in the game, but the one that I think is important is the one on the Weeping Peninsula, trapped in his own Evergaol. That one drops Radagon's Scarseal, which states:

These seals represent the lifelong duty of those chosen by the gods.

So they're long-lived, and have a lifetime duty. Seems like an ideal tomb guardian, but that in and of itself doesn't tell us much. However, the fact one of them is found so far from home, in an area controlled by Godrick, and carrying an item sacred to Radagon (and thus the Golden Order as a whole), suggests that this might be a prisoner of war from the First Defense. So at least the losing side also took...uh...this guy!

It also suggests that the sainted hero was interred before the Zamori retreated to their Mountain and were still cooperating with the Golden Order. The one in the Sainted Hero's Grave might have even thought they were acting on Radagon's orders. To me, this indicates an attempt to maintain an illusion of normalcy in the early days of the Shattering. Most people didn't even realize something had gone horribly wrong yet.

It's likely that Kristoff's heroic actions were used as a means of legitimizing the Dragon Cult. They were tolerated before the First Defense, but afterwards, they were held up as heroes. Whoever was controlling Leyndell at the time (likely Morgott) must have desperately needed a PR win. Yet this victory was erased from history, at least the specifics were. There's no mention of who actually took part in the First Defense, unlike the Second, where Margit the Fell Omen (aka Morgott the Veiled King) is held up as the hero.

To me, that means information about who actually instigated the war must have come out later. The war went from a victory to a great shame, so the deeds of Kristoff were stricken from official records.

*(note: It seems that the Hero's Graves are fairly old and the statues that mark them show signs of defacement, so it's likely they were appropriated from a previous culture).

#godefroy the grafted #godrick the grafted #godrick the golden #morgott the omen king #morgott the grace given #the veiled king #margit the fell omen #elden ring #elden ring lore #elden lore #soulsborne #souls lore

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starycloudz · 4 months

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Diluc x !Ghost reader!

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Warnings: death (readers).

My butt hurts I think I slept on it weird 🤨

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I haunt the place where I was layed down to rest, never to wake up again. The vision on my waist cracked and broken. There's this.. place that's been built over my grave, the "Dawn Winerie" I think it's called.

It's filled with expensive looking furniture. The owner has lovely taste, I must admit.

I walk ..err rather float down the halls, my old dress/ suit is dirty, holes in the once lovely attire. My voice now scratchy and raggedy, dried blood around my face and hands. Hair now gross and greasy. I make my way over to a window, it's now a lovely shad of darkness. The prefect time for a haunting.

I look over my shoulder, I see some maids talking. I make my way over, looming over one of the maids. ...one of the maids starts to hyperventilating, her breath becoming shaky, tears start streaming down her face. "Eh I-I!" "Hey, what's wrong?" The maid I was looming over tried to comfort her to the best of her ability. I got closer, now my cold dead breath touching her neck, sending chills down her spine.

She looked over her shoulder, seeing me: a dead bloodied ghost looming over her, she shrieks in absolute horror, she shoved the maid she was previously comforted on to the ground. She scrambled away, screaming like her life depended on it. "aaAHHH W-WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME" I float there silently. Nothing showing I was human.

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Lighting strikes, temporally blinding her. I suddenly jumped at her, succeeding in jumped scaring her. The woman's face looked like she saw a ghost...ha.

The maid sat there, then she sluggishly got up, then she ran away, legs trembling.

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"Oh my god! Help me please someone h-help!!"

The maid ran into the main corridor, jumping into the arms of another maid. "Hey, what's wrong sweetie?" The maid asked. "I-i saw a ghost!" The trembling maid responded, tears and snot running down her nose.

"Now, don't be silly. There's no way you saw a ghost." The maid gently stroked the scard maid's head. The maids walked past the door, when suddenly a man walked in drenched from the rain.

"Oh, master Diluc! Welcome back." The maid let go of the maid she was comforting and greeted him.

Master Diluc walked over to the two maids and looked at the one that's crying. "What's wrong?" Diluc said, looking at the maid with a worried look.

"She claimed to see a ghost, master Diluc." The maid looked at Diluc amused. "...a ghost?" Diluc said, a confusing look quickly taking over his face. "Now, Mia nows not the time to be joking." Diluc said to the maid, a mischievous look spreading all over his face.

"B-but I'm not joking, I saw a ghost!" Mia spoke in a scard tone. "Oh, Mia come on let's go take that walk now, and as for you, master Diluc, you should change out of those wet clothes." The maid told Diluc, now walking away from him to take a walk with Mia.

Diluc looks at the two maids, deciding to take the maids advice and go change. He walked up the stairs and into a hallway to his bed room, he looks over to the window, lightning suddenly strikes. The hallway lights up, and there is a floating figure at the end of the hallway, and just as quickly the lightning appeared, the figure disappearing with the lightning.

Diluc looks at the end of the hallway, a sinking feeling suddenly appears in his stomach. "..what on earth?" Diluc said slowly walking to the end of the hallway. When he got there, there was nothing there, except the rain outside.

The sinking feeling in his stomach sinks deeper. Diluc looks outside, the rain droplets hitting the window creating a somewhat soothing rhythm. He takes a deep breath of air, trying to calm his nerves. He starts to make his way over to his bedroom after calming his nerves.

He opens the door to his bedroom, everything looking the same as ever. Diluc walks in closing the door behind him, he makes his way towards the closet at the end of his room, He opens it up, getting ready to change into some warm clothes. Just as he opened it, a figure jumped out at him, scaring Diluc in the prosses.

"Oh my god!" Diluc yelps. He jumps back, and looks over his shoulder, only to see nothing. He looks around the room, still feeling shocked.

"I..I should get changed.." Diluc said in an uneasy tone. He finished changing, now going down stares to eat something.

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Hey gang! This has been in my drafts for a while now, and I'm not gonna finish it soon!!!!! So I just decided to post it !! Anyways... u might start writing again idk though (　ﾟ 3ﾟ)

#fanfic #y/n #new blog #x reader #fan fiction #x reader blog #genshin diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact

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This is wildly specific but, thoughts on the Kenruth's dual spark? Seems like it could have been really interesting to see how a spark shared by two planes walkers works but instead they got it yoinked

The whole "soul shared by twins" thing is always a bit weird when they're individual people, though at least they didn't take it too far and they were mostly annoyed at the shared planeswalking thing, like siblings that deeply love and bicker with each other. And their infantile resurrection helps justify it a bit too.

I don't think too much interesting was on the table with that tbh, mostly them showing up together, it's not like spark manipulation is a common thing that gets explored often, though more so recently. I do think things could have been explored a bit more in depth with Will and Rowan going their own ways in Wilds of Eldraine, if the set had had more than the five stories it got.

I will plug in some stuff I wrote in private back when those stories came out, because it illustrates where I kind of want this to go after.

Things I want to see next time we come back to Eldraine: a few years have passed, Will has become a wise king, Rowan a powerful witch, and there's something dangerous that forces them to work together again. They really don't want to, but they have to. Doing that, they see all that changed about the other over the years, and that they're now a mostly different person with completely different views of the world… But they also learn that they're both still good people, and how to reconnect as the new people they now are

"Don't even try to act like you did nothing wrong, I heard about Elstown, Ro!" "Oh yeah? And what did you hear?" "They were children, witch! How could you! And don't try to pretend it wasn't you, I saw what remains of their ancestral tree. Lightning doesn't strike the same place five times." "So you saw the tree, but you didn't even realize it was a Spriggan's nest! But of course you wouldn't see one of those in your castles and balls. You think yourself so clever." "What… And the children?" "This bastard had killed them long before I arrived! If you did your job, I wouldn't have to swoop in and take the blame. But I'm sure all those meetings and festivals are helping the Realm so much." "I… They do! When's the last time you heard about a dragon attack? About a petty war between two nobles sending hundreds to their deaths!" "People are still dying!" "People are always dying, but now it's less! You act like you're such a big hero, we didn't find any remains of those children. Spriggans don't eat bones, last I heard!" "I… I can use them. Save more people. It's worth it. It's not like I killed them!"

#mtg #magic thoughts #some writing #Will Kenrith #Rowan Kenrith #Eldraine #planeswalkers

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quibbs126 · 1 year

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So during chem lab today I tried to come up with concepts for this character that’s been an idea in my head for a while now

I should probably transcribe the notes on the sketch, since I doubt you can read them, I’m aware my handwriting is hard to read

So back when I made my hypothesis of the Strawberry Jam Sword being a corrupted Soul Jam, I basically integrated that into my headcanon. However, as a consequence of that, Blueberry Ice Cream didn’t really work as a character anymore, since now the sword has completely different origins that he doesn’t cleanly fit into. In this new origin, the SJS was first found/possibly created by a young Cookie with good intentions, however they were supposed to lose the Soul Jam far too early and it instead ended up constantly shifting hands between greedy and evil Cookies who wanted its immense power for their own gain, which ultimately ended up corrupting it. And BIC doesn’t really fit into this narrative. Sure, he could be the person who first found the red gem, but his design doesn’t really match it at all, with him being blue/purple while the gem is red. They don’t look like they fit together. Yes that was partially the point originally, but here that doesn’t work, as he doesn’t change into something more befitting it in this scenario. He’d only work if I radically change his design, and in doing so likely his name, and at that point he wouldn’t even be the same character anymore. So I decided to just make a completely new character to be the gem’s original wielder

The character I made was Jam Drop Cookie. During my search for things to make Cookies, I had found thumbprint cookies, which I thought was a weird name, but I kept it anyways. I looked up other names for thumbprint cookies and found jam drops were a name for them, and thought that was a perfect name, especially for a cookie related to jam or even the Strawberry Jam Sword. So when I needed to make a new character, I chose to do that. I was considering if Jam Drop was too on the nose, since the other Soul Jam wielders don’t have names that relate to their jam or even their (likely) flavor, but I liked the name Jam Drop so I decided to stick with it

Might as well show what jam drops are, they’re basically just cookies with jam in the middle

Anyways back to him, so he’s supposed to have found the gem, like I said, and basically he just wants to help people around him. He’s a good boy. Tragically however he never makes it past his teenage years, as he is crumbled for his Soul Jam after only a few years of having it, from others who want its power. I think I explained his personality a bit better in the notes. Another little thing, with the “accidentally hitting people with lightning”, I imagine a little scenario where he’s excited and accidentally strikes someone in the background with lightning, and he turns around and yells “OH WITCHES I AM SO SORRY” and then immediately goes to help them, feeling very bad the entire way through. I know I said it, but I want to draw it out as well. Only I can’t because I don’t have a design for him yet. Oh also, he’s from the Bloody Jam Mountains

But honestly, the biggest problem has been his design. I cannot for the life of me figure it out. I made those notes so I could have a guideline for what I wanted. I planned to draw more sketches, but I was busy with the lab and didn’t have time to draw more. I also made this sketch this morning to try and get across his personality. Also try and figure out his design, but I couldn’t do that. I’m also not sure the pose or body type look right

As said in the notes, I want his hair to be jam (I tried to incorporate the jam drop shape in the hair but it didn’t look right, I’ll incorporate it into the outfit), and I’m thinking it’s orange. I’m also going to give him dark red eyes, since I notice that aside from White Lily (which is probably intentional), all the Ancients have their eye colors (or one in the case of Pure Vanilla) the same color as their Soul Jam, though different in specific shade

I’m also not entirely sure where the gem is supposed to be on him. I don’t want to repeat a placement from the other wielders, so I needed to come up with something new. My plan was to put it on one of his hands, probably his left, and thus like the notes say, a gauntlet. I don’t want it as a sword because my idea is that the Strawberry Jam Sword as a sword only happened later on with other wielders, it was not its original use. Basically my idea is he could like, lift his hand and lightning is summoned to strike his enemies. But also, he could maybe use it to cast some sort of lightning shield, like what Lemon Cookie has. But I want to keep the lightning

Other ideas I had was a hammer, because you know, Thor, and also we don’t have hammers for the Ancients. Also possibly a bow, though mostly just because other ideas. But I’m not sure on them since I don’t necessarily want the gem to be used strictly for violence. Gauntlet is the one I stick with the most, but there’s also the logistics problem of making that work, since Cookie hands are a bit too small to put one of those gems on. I’m using Wildberry as a reference

Also just another thing, but I feel like Jam Drop is also a name that would work for someone that’s like, the first ever Soul Jam wielder, given jam drops are literally just basic cookies that have jam in them. Like if anything works for a Cookie that first wielded a Soul Jam, it would be this. And plus, the jam is in the shape of a circle, and I feel like a circle would work as the first Soul Jam, given circles are like, the most basic shape. Perfect for the first one. And I mean, technically Jam Drop did wield a Soul Jam before the Ancients (he’s from around 10,000 years before the main story, just like Blueberry Ice Cream was), but he doesn’t necessarily fit that bill. But ah well, I still like the name for him

Anyways yeah, just wanted to talk about him and air out my problems with designing him, maybe in the hopes someone can help. I just think he’s neat, I hope you like

#I’ve noticed I’ve been asking for help and showing wips a lot more these past couple days #not sure what that’s about #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run oc #strawberry jam sword #jam drop cookie #wip #my art #help wanted #that’s gonna be the new tag I use when I need help with a concept

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snakestories · 1 year

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The Spirits Like You

An older piece of writing, made for the first line prompt "They always have been watching, and they always will be watching." This is to celebrate that my commissions are open now! :D

Enjoy! :D

“They always have been watching, and they always will be watching.” The goat lady stares into my eyes, and I avert my gaze to look at one of her does, who works very hard on making the entire meadow barren and plantless.

“You mean the train guys?”

“The travellers, yes.” Without warning, she yells out: “Elek, you damned idiot, get your ass back here!” When Elek the goat maas back at us, she nods and continues, as if nothing happened. “They always show up when you do, and they just hang around.”

“You see them?”

“C’mon, you know them better than that.”

I did know the train guys better than that, yes. For a few minutes, we just sat together in silence, watching the goats and the passing clouds, with the goat lady yelling at her cattle to not eat plastic.

“But...” I clear my throat. “But what are they? The train guys, the… the travellers? I… think I see them sometimes, on the...” On tram 6 and the train-replacement buses, I want to say, but I realize the goat lady has never been to either. “...when I travel. But I’m never sure.”

“Spirits” she nods. “It‘s just how it is with them. But they’ve taken a liking to you.” She flashes a smile. “There’s never this many around unless you show up, you know? And even then, they are peaceful as can be.” She squints at me, and that’s how I know she’s curious about something. “Some even say they’re the ones who tell you those secrets.”

“What secrets?” Maybe asking which of them would be more appropriate, but this gets an answer too.

“About the small beings that make one sick. Or how the lightning likes to strike.”

“Oh! No, those are… different.” I looked them up on the internet, I’d say to anyone else. But this lady, who’ve never seen a phone, nor a radio, who was only familiar with the rusting corpses of trains, would not get anything from that. “Those are… spirits of thought, who lived in those… tall towers. Electric ghosts. They used to… used to send thoughts and tales between people. I meet them in my dreams.”

“And they tell you these things.”

“If I ask them, yeah.”

She nods sagely, and I stare into the sun. I am surprised how calmly she takes this, but then, she takes everything calmly.

“Can I ask a favor from you?”

“Sure.”

“Can you ask one of those ghosts if it knows what’s up with one of my goats? Janey, here. I think she’ll get ill. She looks all weird.”

“I… can” I say carefully. “But we… she might be done for.”

“I know.”

“Okay. I’ll, I’ll ask them this night.”

It’s the first thing I do when my alarm startles me awake; even before making oatmeal and coffee for breakfast, I’m looking at goat illnesses on my phone. I almost miss my bus because of it; I get on at the last moment, and stare out of the windows, into the sunless dawn of the winters, into the blinking city lights.

I am not sure which one is the dream anymore, the buzzing city, alive with millions of people or the ruins with barely a few hundred; the ruins that looked like they were this world and this now. Once, in the far past.

#my writing #fantasy #post apocalypse #this is an unnamed project still #but I think it's one of my better pieces

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kyinpeachichu · 2 years

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Yanfei x Xiao (Xiaofei) headcanons and imagines

No one ships this, I am aware, but people totally should.

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We know Yanfei calls him "Conquerer of demons". Imagine them getting close enough for Xiao to finally say "Please, just call me Xiao." Yanfei agrees and the next time she sees him, she calls him Xiao. And for some reason, it weirds him out (in a good way). He was gonna tell her to stop but the suddenly remembers that it was his idea for her to start calling him that. And then slowly gets used to it.

Xiao is a distant guy, and Yanfei is a busy person. Not seeing each other for long lengths of time is unfortunate (from what other people perceive to be) but they're both completely ok with it. In their words, it makes the few times they do see each other to be much sweeter. They long distant, but well and understanding of each other.

Yanfei's favourite food is anything Tofu. And Xiao's favourite food is Almond Tofu. And both their special dishes are tofu.(I hope this isn't just a coincidence♡)

We all know that Almond Tofu is pretty much the only human food that Xiao enjoys eating. And imaginee if Yanfei hands him her special dish to try it. He's not really keen on the idea of eating anything other than almond tofu, but he did it anyway because it's Yanfei.

If he likes it, he'd be too shy to ask for more, but being a legal adviser, Yanfei could read the signs and know to make him some more when they plan to see each other again.

If he doesn't he'll pretend to like it and finish it off. And once again, Yanfei can read the signs but she doesnt say anything about it, and never brings to up again after.

And it'd be a literal once in a lifetime thing when Xiao COOKS for someone. At first when he gives heer the dish to try he says it's from someone else. And when Yanfei eats it, he asks "do you like it?". And when she says yes, he might've just let his guard down and smiled a bit.

Yanfei is one of the very few (might be the only one) who's actually seen Xiao smile.

She notices this, but doesnt mention it. Because she knows if she did mention it, he might never smile again. And because of this, he began to smile infront of her, more and more, without even noticing it. And she makes him smile too.

(Also, she might've realized that Xiao actually cooked this himself, otherwise he wouldn't be so conscious about it) (But once again, she doesn't mention this)

He also gave her the "call my name and I will come" privilege.

Being a pyro user, she hates rain, and Xiao's voice line when thunder strikes is: "Many mortals fear lightning. Incomprehensable, fear of something so common"

Soooo what if one stormy day he finds out that Yanfei is scared of thunder and he tries comforting her. (I might write a oneshot about this soon)

Xiao sometimes shows up at Yanfei's window at her house or work place whenever he's all battered, bruised and exhausted from battle. And most of the time it's because "I just want to see you."

His intention for those times is to just rest up a bit before going right back into the fight, but Yanfei's like "Nope, you're staying here until you're all better. No buts! Now lets bandage up your wounds"

Buuttt some nights he's also come by just because he misses her.

A few times he'd even catch her sleeping at her desk. He'd find any cloth he can use as a blanket and drape it over her while he just sits there, watching her sleep. The next morning yanfei wakes up to see that yaksa passed out on the floor.

I did previously say that they were super understanding and long distant, but they are quite jealous people.

#yanfei x xiao #random #imagines #random thoughts #headcanons #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #xiao #yanfei

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kettouryuujin · 2 years

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A Mysterious Prelude -V2-

[Inspired by @monsoon-of-art's Pokerus AU. This is a revised version of https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/kettouryuujin/690863911438811137?source=share] Akari groaned, head swimming as she slowly came to. What the heck had happened? She’d been on her way to the Guild to report the completion of her latest mission (getting a Caterpie out of the Lush Forest), when she was suddenly falling and…

Why was she in the water? She was still on the path when she fell, so there was no way she’d fallen off one of Lively Town’s cliffs. Grunting, the Dewott heaved herself out of the water, looking around. OK. This wasn’t Lively Town. Lively Town didn’t have a beach like this where you couldn’t see any buildings. Did she fall through one of those Mag-gate things? No, those hadn’t been around for years. So how did she…

“E-excuse me!? Ma’am? Are you alright?” Akari’s ears swiveled a bit as she looked upwards towards the source of the voice… a rather lanky-looking Dartrix. On closer inspection, there were some odd pink patches bare of feathers - almost like someone had tried using a weird replacement for bandages. That, and he was fumbling in the air, looking like he was about to crash (which, let’s be real, is why she could see those patches). The avian landed in the sand with an undignified *squawk*, and the rookie Explorer sprung up, heading over. “S-sir? Are you…”

There was a small groan as the Dartrix righted himself, shaking his head. “Yes, yes, I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m just…not used to flying, that’s all.”

“...not used to flying? But…you would’ve even as a Rowlet…” She tilted her head, bandana shifting slightly as the avian blinked.

“As a - Ma’am, you…oh. I guess you wouldn’t know, but…” A sad sigh. “I - and the rest of the people here - were originally human…”

“What.”

----

The Dartrix - or Professor Laventon, as he called himself - explained how the rifts in the sky (not unlike the one above them right now, she noted dryly) was - for some reason - causing people to transform slowly - and painfully - into a Pokemon. Apparently, lightning was striking every so often, and if it hit someone then they’d start turning into whatever ‘mon was closest to them at the time. Or whichever they contacted next. As she took this all in, Akari could safely say...

She was incredulous. Humans had been extinct for hundreds of years, so clearly this Dartrix hit his head badly upon crashing. Wait, no, her first aid training said he’d be showing other symptoms from that level of head trauma, so...oh Arceus, was this ‘mon insane?

As she tried to work out how to handle ‘mon of mental instability outside of Dungeons, the Prof. suddenly fell, hacking and wheezing. “OH! Oh jeez, are you alright? Here, let me...” Her words of aid trailed off as she saw one of the pink patches shrink via feathers pushing through it. Pops and cracks echoed from the Professor’s form as he visibly shrunk, falling closer to a normal Dartrix’s size as - OH SWEET GIRATINA!

No-one could blame her for jumping back upon seeing the *Blur* that came out of the Dartrix’s beak. Even the most seasoned Explorers would have to hold down their lunch upon seeing *Blur*, although this was the first time Akari knew of *Blur* coming from puking. Usually it took grievous bodily injury or surgery to make *Blur* visible... oh Arceus, this was all chopped up and it was even wors- Dry heaves. She couldn’t hold them back, and instead used whatever energy she could divert from those heaves into looking away from the *Blur*. Thankfully she hadn’t ate recently, otherwise she’d have had no time to react before giving the apparently ex-human a new coat of...well, green. Yeah, seeing someone grow feathers, shrink, and puke up *Blur* was reason enough to believe they were probably once human.

As she tried to calm herself (and fish out a couple Berries from her bag), Akari steered her thoughts away from the nausea and towards confusion…and concern. What sort of thing could turn humans into Pokémon… and what could have sent her to a world with humans at all?

#PMD #pokerus au #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokemon legends arceus #pla #pmd #Chapter 1 #AU needs better name #Pokemon Legends Arceus: Mysterious Destiny

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noblest-roman-of-them-all · 2 years

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Enjoy a faery au idea I've had sitting in my docs for close to three years now

Logan trudged behind his friends, trying hard not to roll his eyes at their excited chatting. He'd known the twins since they were small and that entire time, they had been trying to convince him of the existence of the Fair Folk. On more than one occasion he had had to drag blankets outside to keep them warm when the twins had fallen asleep on a solstice or equinox trying to glimpse a Fae.

Today would be no different, he was sure. If anything it would be more exaggerated than usually. He'd seen Remus buying mushrooms at the market a few days previous, despite neither he nor Roman liking mushroom, but decided to play along with their game.

It was endearing of them in an odd sort of way. Though Logan found that he'd out grown instigating such games long ago, he found that playing along with the ones the twins started to be beneficial to them and their friendship. So he allowed them to lead him to the outskirts of their village and to a familiar area of the nearby wood where a tree had been struck by lightning some years before and was now said to be cursed.

Logan also rolled his eyes at this and, if anything, the tree was blessed because the strike did not start a fire.

"See!" Remus's excited voice pulled Logan from his musing. He was gesturing to a perfect ring of mushrooms at the base of the half charred tree. If anything Remus had done a good job of measuring out the distance for the mushrooms.

"Yes. A circle of mushroom that grow all over the place here."

Roman rolled his head back and groaned loudly. "Ugh! You're so boring. This is exciting! This ring wasn't even here a week ago."

Logan restrained himself from commenting on Remus's shopping habits of late. "That doesn't mean it was put here by Faeries."

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"Patton, are you sure about this?" Virgil asked for the umpteenth time. "I think if there were two new people in this area more than just you would have heard about it by now."

"Yes, I'm sure. They told me about their new circle and wanting to show their friend and meet other Fae around here. They're just trying to get settled, that's all. We should help them, Virgil."

"IIII don't know, Patt. I have a weird feeling about this. Humans in this area are weird. A few days ago there were a couple of them beating each other with sticks and laughing about it."

"Okay, yeah. Humans are a little bit weird," Patton admitted. "But I mean it's not like they're going around making fake Rings. That's just silly!"

Virgil blinked at his friend. "They were beating each other. With stick. And laughing about it. They might just be dumb enough to think they can make a fake Ring to catch one of us."

"I don't think they're that dumb, Virgil. Besides the Humans don't even come around here like they used to."

---

"Of course it was!" Roman argued.

"Yeah, it's not like someone came out here and planted them there," Remus added and Roman elbowed him for it.

Logan arched a brow at the twins then sighed. "And I suppose you're going to propose that I step into the circle to test out your theory that this is a real Faery Circle?"

Roman held up his hands. "We're not going to make you. But we know how much you like trying new things and figuring out how things work and all of that so, y'know, we did think you might find this to be a fun little experiment."

Logan rolled his with a sigh and stepped into the ring. He held out his hands to either side as if to say, "See? There you go." and scrunched his mouth to side. "See? No one's here."

"Hi there!" A cheery voice called from behind Logan.

Remus shrieked and jumped into his brother's arms.

Logan spun around just as two figures appeared out of the woods. One was slightly taller than the other, who seemed contain to hide behind they're companion's shoulder, with bright blue eyes that seemed somehow just slightly too wide.

"Patton," the one hiding whispered hoarsely. "Those are the two I told you about! The ones hitting each other with sticks and laughing about it! They're Humans!"

"They said this was their Ring, Virgil. Humans don't have rings."

"They do if they plant them," Logan answered in a calm monotone that surprised himself.

The Faery apparently called Patton frowned in confusion. "Well, that's silly. Why would they do that?"

"Good question," Logan glanced to his friends. "Care to explain?"

Roman dropped his brother, squared his shoulders, and stepped into the Ring next to Logan. "This my Ring that I created with my brother."

Remus scrambled to his feet and dusted himself off. "Yeah- Yes. Yes! This is our Ring, created with only the finest of mushroom and very carefully measured out to make only the most perfect of circles!"

Roman glared at his brother and smacked the back of his head.

Logan blinked in disbelief at his friends.

"I understand you two were trying to trick me, but you do realize you managed to attract a real faery, correct?"

"Wait, what?" The twins asked in unison.

"We need to leave," Virgil urged. "We're not supposed to show ourselves to Humans."

"You're Humans?" Patton asked the twins, confusion scrunching one side of his face.

"You're not?!" Roman questioned.

Logan's head snapped up at a snickering in the tree above them. Perched in the branches was a humanoid form that was barely discernable from the tree around them. "Fascinating," he breathed.

"Quick!" Virgil tugged on Patton's arm. "Let's get out of here while they're distracted!"

"Hello," Patton called up the tree instead.

"Patton!" Virgil pleaded.

"Afternoon," a breezy voice answered. The figure turned his head to Logan. "You have a keen eye for a Human. Most Fae don't even notice me up here."

"I have my friends to thank for that."

The figure hummed thoughtfully. "Mmm. Trouble makers, are they?"

Logan glanced over his shoulder at the twins. "I suppose to some."

"And to you?"

"Equal parts the best and worst thing that has happened to me."

The figure laughed and it sounded like a shaking branch. "You're an honest one, aren't you?"

"I've been told that lying to the Fair Folk is unwise," Logan answered coolly.

"And you think yourself wise, Human?"

"I find that wise is a relative term. But wiser than some, yes."

"Is he making fun of us?" Remus asked.

Roman nodded. "Pretty sure, yeah."

"It seems your companions are smarter than you credit them," the voice teased.

"They have their moments."

"How long have you been watching us?" Patton asked.

"Since the one called Remus planted these mushrooms under my tree," the voice answered. "You've all made for great entertainment. It's not very often that humans come around this area anymore. The ones that do are dull," he said dismissively. "You lot, though. You are very intriguing indeed. And you needn't worry. I'm not going to report you to the fairy court for fraternizing with humans. If they had been boring I might on just on the principle of it, but these ones... These ones are...different."

#sanders sides #roman sanders #remus sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #my writing #lowkey hoping posting this will make me want to work on it more

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basingstokemercury · 2 years

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had a really weird cool dream again

the cast of farscape and firefly were merged for some reason

i don't know if they were on serenity or moya events lead me to suspect the latter

so first simon's arguing with other people (maybe kaylee), don't remember exactly why

but then there's some electrical anomaly

simon gets the classic lightning strike/electrocution effect everyone panics but he ends up fine

meanwhile

crais is chasing them through what seems to be a nebula or dust cloud

when his ship vanishes

and everyone's relieved but also kind of confused

think it must be some kind of trick

cut (and i mean literal cinematic style cut) to crais and one of his crew waking up on a strange ship (moya transport pod i'd guess)

camera slowly pans to show the rest of the chamber

and the person

controlling this ship

simon

except it's not

he's in this weird greenish filter

and he's violent, impulsive

idk why simon would have a history with crais but apparently he does

and like really hates him

it was genuinely unsettling even in a dream seeing those sweet boy features become contorted with rage and all in that uncanny valley lighting filter thing

so crais fights back

pushes him into some kind of gear thing that's presumably part of the engine

and this isn't looney tunes that would kill someone

we saw someone die a similar way earlier in the dream sequence

but dark simon gets up fine

makes some offhand comment that reveals his physiology is mirrored from the real simon

and obviously this is some kind of digital clone sparked by whatever the electrical anomaly was that exists without the knowledge of the main cast

don't remember if it resolved or how but towards the end there was this snippet of the electrical anomaly thing coming again and affecting d'argo

also a super disturbing scene somewhere probably unconnected where crichton has become a sort of twisted seal/whale thing and a couple other seal/whale things are trying to convince him it's okay but like really not helping because they don't understand humans

#dark digital clone simon #firefly #farscape #was genuinely a super awesome concept #doubt the science holds up but when does it ever

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noro-noro-noro · 2 years

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ok i have some more time! here is:

1. the dream from tuesday night, in which pwaa case 3-5 turns into a horror movie because pearl gets possessed by a demon & then her head explodes. 2. thursday night (technically like 3am friday morning but whatever) where some people would have fake deaths & need to get on the bus

10.25.2022

ok! i don’t remember much of this since it was already a while ago & it was genuinely really unsettling, but it went like this. i made a gif of pearl’s head exploding bc it freaked me out, so if you don’t want to see that this is your sign.

pearl slipped off the inner temple side when the lightning struck & died bc there’s rocks down there. but she came back! but she was possessed by a real actual demon. anyway while her consciousness was still out, it climbed back up the cliff by using her hands as rock climbing nuts, which obviously made them get really fucked up & tore up her skin & everything, but the demon set her hands on fire on the bridge to hide that, & then put the fire out. (it had fire powers), & then pretended to get knocked out by falling rubble or something.

since the bridge wasn’t as burnt out, edgeworth found her on day 1 of investigations bc it was still safe to cross.. she said she remembered the lightning strike & put out the fire, but didn’t remember anything else. edgeworth is not a medical professional and who’s gonna doubt like an 8 year old whose story matches up currently. he tried to get her to go to the hospital, but she refused until maya was safe, so he at least wrapped her hands up. she also had a big bruise on her forehead like that

and the bruise would get darker pretty much every scene she was in over time. edgewowrth was really concerned if she had a concussion, especially since she was complaining of feeling weird & heachaches all day, but she absolutely refused to leave or be babied by anyone & seemed stable overall, & he was able to focus on the investigation. phoenix was there too but it was following Edgeworth's pov for this part.

anyway then at night the bridge caught on fire again & everyone that was there ran to check it out, & pearl was there & she said some weird stuff & then her bigass forehead exploded bc the demon was living inside her brain & then it came towards the screen really fast all jumpscare-like & we got a cut to black game over screen.

^it was pretty much exactly like that. so.

10.27.2022 OK so in this one, it was me, one of my internet friends, & my other friend who i played Faith with earlier this week. in the world people had timers above their heads that showed how long until they died. only you could see your timer unless you shared it with people, so like you could show your friends & stuff if you really wanted. but it was like private info otherwise. anyway we all saw that our timers were counting down to a time really soon from now, & they were all the same, & then the bus driver came to pick us up. we were confused - we hadn’t died, we were still alive? but this just happens osmetimse - the timers get confused, so it’s a false death. think like those ants who get the death chemical on them. everyone thinks they’re dead. your brain thinks you’re dead on its basest level, even if you’re not, so you’re dead.

i was having a fit & i wanted to go home to say bye to my sister, so i managed to convince the bus driver to go by my mom’s house. my sister wasn’t there. my mom could only see me for 30 seconds, & she’d started rearranging the house - a lot of the furniture was gone or moved around in really weird ways.

and then after that the bus driver took me back onto the bus. there was a little blond girl there. she looked like this one kid ava i worked with when i was 13 - big ol head, flat really pale blond hair, etc. she would cry all the time. tthe bus driver was really mean to her. mean to everyone tbh but i only really got mad when he wa mean to her. mean to me & my friends? whatever. mean to a 6 year old? grr

there were some shenannigans & stuff but i woke up abruptly today so i only have the last scene clearly - we were by the beach. it was really gorgeous. the sand was light orange, the sky was super clear & greenish blue, the water was really refreshing. me & my 2 friends were in a rock pit by the beach in like swimsuits or whatever. idk what we were doing in there. the water was 300 feet to the right. maybe we were hiding from the bus driver, but we knew he’d show up eventually. and he did.

#dreams

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blackvahana · 15 days

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what started that...

Sitting here in the field, lightning striking. cant tell if its real or not, I presume it isnt. it feels much more like visions, but

Lev just gave me his glasses lmfao. I can see clearer now. The place is beautiful, the clouds are gathering. Actually. Ive been feeling drawn to... having these weird fucking offshoots for years that are weird antennae with eyes on them and I've been drawn to making them real lately, I may just do that instead of glasses. Anyway. anyway.

I see the banding, the flat dunes of flow from the elements like those tables that show height maps of land. The sky is definitely... raining, at least into a fine mist on the horizon. The sun is at around 11oclock from where I'm faced, small particles of earth flutter past, oh. The ground cracks.

À while ago, I had to reclaim the body I left in the sky, spreading out into it and taking it back like a heavy seal skin. I think now I see one under the earth here. These are partly symbolic of course, partly.... idk. I'm in an egg under there, left myself there a long time ago. I guess this year's underlying theme will probably be taking back all these bodies because I feel theres more in the to do list after this to pick up. Oh well. It's nice to be back

#ramblings //#astral diary #location: lightning field

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