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tedcicle · 4 months

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Official Palcove Propaganda Post

[ID: Text with a fire effect that says "WATCH PALCOVE NOW" in red capital letters. /.End ID.] Now you may be asking... Who?

Palcove is both the name of the iconic duo of Ted Nivison (of Rainforest Cafe/Margaritaville/400mg edible fame) and Charlie Slimecicle (professional gay sex roleplayer, at least that's what he should be known for) and the area they lived in during their brief time on EpicSMP (a modded SMP created by, uh... *cough* Matt SuperMega *cough*. You can hazard a guess as to why this SMP didn’t really take off.)

Okay, why should I care?

I shan't lie and say EpicSMP is like, crazy good, or a hidden gem, or YOU NEED TO WATCH THIS — really, it's basically TekkitLive but there's way more people on it. It's a largely forgotten SMP, overshadowed by more popular and successful SMPs that happened before or around it. (OriginsSMP, for example.) There's a bunch of interesting duos trying to start their own businesses, and while nothing happened happened, at the end everybody died, which is interesting to think about. (Actually, wait... yeah, it’s just like TekkitLive.) But it was fun. There were some good bits, some light roleplay, and enough seedlings of a plotline to get an average viewer Andy like me invested in. There was some kind of season 2, but it never took off. I'm sure MCYT fans are accustomed to the disappointment of non-existent fandoms, unfinished stories, or lacking narratives by now (Shadow of Israphel was my first heartbreak, but maybe yours was something else). Another one wouldn’t hurt, right? Why Palcove specifically? Well, as a former SMPLiver— (I am escorted off the stage to a chorus of boos) I just really like Ted and Charlie's dynamic. They’re the perfect comedy duo. Charlie works best when he has someone to bounce bits off of, and Ted knows exactly how to pick up what Charlie is putting down and elevate it to the next level. (The adverb and adjective bit in the first VOD had me DYING.) Story-wise, Charlie had a satisfying character arc. He’s a pivotal character and I liked how he plays off of Schlatt and Swagger, too. Not to mention, this is the last time Ted has uploaded or streamed any Minecraft content... I miss him, chat. Also, it makes me happy. Isn't that enough?

Well, okay, you got me interested. How do I watch?

I'm glad you asked (even if you wouldn't fucking say that, I don't care). Firstly, a primer. Sometimes we start a new thing, but it ends up not being to our liking, and that's fine. Maybe you want to walk around and see how it fits before you commit. That's fine! All I ask for is 14 minutes of your time. That's like, 4 songs.

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This video is the first day edited down into a nice, palatable, taste-tester, courtesy of unknown energy on YouTube. It's so nice and cozy and comfy, it's the equivalent of a mug of hot chocolate curled up in an armchair with a warm blanket wrapped around you. As for continuing, I highly recommend starting with Charlie's POV. It's probably who you're most familiar with, and he bothered to edit down his streams (even if the videos are like, an hour long). If you like listening to men argue and make the unfunniest jokes imaginable, then definitely try the full VODs. All of these have been archived by the channel EpicSMPVods.

Charlie's POV Episode 1 | Episode 2 | Episode 3 VODS Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | End of S1* Ted's POV Episode 1 (Yes, he really only did one episode) VODS Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5

*This VOD is Swagger's POV, as Charlie didn't upload the finale at all, and the VOD of it either doesn’t exist or wasn’t archived. The relevant Charlie section starts around 15 minutes in.

And if you want more of the story, well, Swagger has one of the most comprehensive EpicSMP POVs.

Final Thoughts

Like many other “stream only” SMPs, a lot of content regarding them simply gets lost and forgotten. There's plenty of reasons why EpicSMP wasn't very successful (in-depth analysis post pending). I’m just glad that not only did Palcove exist, but it's archived. It just so happened to survive against surmountable odds and even have what I consider a satisfying narrative ending (in-depth analysis post pending). And I’m insane about it. And everyone else should be, too.

[ID: Text with a fire effect "WATCH PALCOVE NOW" in red capital letters. /.End ID.]

#storm in a teacup #epicsmp #ted nivison #charlie slimecicle #palcove #described #id in alt #fuck yeah accessibility!!!

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writtenformyeyes · 19 days

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late night gym

On a long day of college courses, Ron and Kyle decide to hit the gym to take a mental break, their enthusiasm was showing more than their results, but even then they were still figuring out the ropes. Sweating through their routines, they couldn't help but admire Nick, the massive bodybuilder who seemed to effortlessly command the room.

"Man, take a look at Nick.." Ron remarked, nodding his head towards the powerhouse across the gym. "I wish I could look like that one day." Ron did a simple flex, but did not really have anything to show off.

Kyle chuckled and elbowed Ron gently. "You'll get there, buddy. But hey, you know, you've got your own special trick up your sleeve. You haven't used it in a while, maybe since what.. freshman year?"

Ron grinned mischievously, knowing exactly what Kyle was referring to. "You mean my ghost thing? Yeah, I've been thinking about it recently.. sometimes it's fine to break it out every now and then.." before continuing to glance in Nick's direction.

Kyle raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Thinking about what again?" wanting Ron to admit what's on his mind. Ron leaned in closer, his voice low. "What if I just, you know, go for a ride in Nick's body? Just for a little while, like that one time during orientation.. See what it's like to be as huge as he is."

Kyle's eyes widened, he couldn't help but be intrigued by the idea. "I have to admit, it's kind of tempting. What you did back then with the coach was wild." With Kyle's understanding and encouragement, Ron knew he had the green light, right before Kyle's eyes, Ron disappeared in a light haze.

As Nick paused for a water break, Ron seized the gap of vulnerability. He approched Nick in his hazey form and phased directly into Nick's back. As Ron began to assert his dominance, he felt Nick's resistance flare up, the bodybuilder's muscles tensing against his control. Moans and groans escaped Nick's lips as he fought against Ron's intrusion, the sensation of Ron taking over both unsettling and strangely arousing.

"Don't fight it, Nick. Let me have a little fun." Ron whispered, using Nick's own voice as his own. "Just relax and let me take the wheel for a while. You won't notice a thing.."

Nick's body was protesting against Ron's control, but this seemed to fuel Ron's determination before he felt a solid lock on Nick's brain. Ron flexed all of Nick's muscles savoring their strength and power, he couldn't help but notice the way his new body responded to Ron rubbing his pecs and abs. It was as if the bodybuilder's resistance was slowly giving way, as if he was almost enjoying the it.

Ron opened his new eyes and found himself in the driving seat of Nick's body, he gave a quick glance around before stretching out his palms out and taking a good look at his new body. Now at a staggering 6'7 and the body of a body builder, he continued to rub his pecs and abs for just a second before he wanted to have a little fun.

Drawing on Nick's personality and memories, Ron seamlessly continued Nick's rigorous gym set, his movements fluid and powerful knowing the full weight behind each moment. With each rep, he could feel the strength of Nick's body coursing through him, the sensation was exhilarating.

As he finished, Ron caught Kyle's eye from across the gym and winked, a silent signal to let him know who was currently in the driving seat. Kyle blushed a little bit and turned to not make things awkward. With a smirk, Ron sauntered over to Kyle, parading Nick's body with movements oozing with confidence and swagger just like Nick would.

"Hey, Kyle," Ron greeted him, using Nick's deep, resonant voice. "How's your workout going? I noticed you and your friend Ron have been.. visiting the gym a lot more lately."

Kyle blinked in surprise, taken aback by the sudden change in demeanor. "Uh, hey, Nick. It's going pretty good, thanks. Ron disappeared on me a little bit ago.. are you okay? You seem… different today." Kyle winked at him, he was loving this roleplay.

Ron chuckled, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "Oh, you know me, always trying to switch things up." Ron flexed Nick's muscular arm and pulled his shirt over, exposing his armpit and pecs. "I felt like a whole new person after that water break, and I just felt like welcoming the new crowd to the gym, you know?"

Kyle couldn't help but grin at Ron's playful attitude, his confusion melting away in the face of his friend's infectious energy. "Yeah, you're right. I definitely feel welcomed right now." staring at Nick's huge body in front of him.

"But for sure, I definitely am feeling different today.. feels like a good change though." Ron winked, an expression surely unfamiliar for the intimidating man that is Nick, he chuckled a goofy laugh before suggesting "Well, speaking of change, how about we clean up and call it a day? I don't know about you, but I could definitely use a shower." Ron and Kyle marched over to the lockers.

"So, Nick. You said you were feeling a bit different?" Kyle briefly mentioned while going through his locker, giving a curious glance to Ron.

Ron grinned, a slight sparkle in Nick's eyes showed. "Definitely do, feel a lot more open and.. excited." Ron stepped towards Kyle, their bodies almost touching. Kyle could feel the heat of Nick's massive body radiating.

"How about we have a little bit of fun?" Ron grabbed Kyle before pulling him in for a kiss, ripping his underwear off, and lifting him in his arms to carrying him into the showers. Ron blushes, but ultimately gives in returns the kiss, knowing this was what he wanted.

"I definitely like the sound of that."

Ron and Kyle are enveloped in the steamy heat of the showers, intensely grabbing and touching each other, the water and steam stimulating their desires. Ron presses Nick's body against Kyle, towards the tiled wall before continuing to make out.

"God.. Nick." Kyle moaned, his voice twinged with lust.

Ron's stolen muscles burn with a passion as he trails his hands down Kyle's body, feeling him up at every moment. "Don't worry Kyle, I'm in control here." Before crashing his lips back against Kyle's, Ron grabs Kyle's hair and positions him just where he wants him before shoving his throbbing cock into Kyle. The moment was what they both were waiting for, Ron continues to thrust and their bodies were in an unbelievable syncronization.

Ron holds Kyle close, pressing Nick's hairy pecs against Kyle's face. Holding each other, they relish this moment they have together.

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disclaimer - this was roughly 50% ai assisted. I decided to try to write more of this manually this time around.

#male possession #stolen body #male body suit #male body swap

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tricitymonsters · 11 months

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Ok this might have been answered but ROs kinks?

This is always a good question because 1) i have swiss cheese brain and sometimes i forget and 2) sometimes i tweak things so its good to revisit.

Mori -> primal, biting, almost public/stealthing, drugs/alcohol, casual sex and hookups (anonymous is also okay), some knifeplay or fighting to fucking pipeline etc. Then Rut Mori also throws breeding, cycles, knotting, cockwarming...

Amir -> Body worship, roleplay, dress up/costumes, shibari, gender role play, stealthing, hidden vibrators, foodplay, sounding, all kinds of bdsm, latex, dom/sub, petplay, mindgames/mindcontrol... so many many more...

Akello -> Endurance, cumflation, cockwarming, petplay, likes giving oral so much its a kink at this point/face sitting, bondage, begging, spanking, toys, some foodplay, dom/sub, some really weird shit can get introduced with his slime powers including living clothes, some transformation stuff, etc.

As far as side characters:

Kazu -> collars, leashes, petplay, being ordered to service top, dom/sub, endurance, human furniture, edging, cockrings, leather, face sitting, some bloodplay, asphyxiation (only giving), period sex

Raath -> bloodplay, knife play, impact play, intense dom/sub, bondage, marking, possessiveness, rough sex, period sex

Marcel -> mutual masturbation, drugs/alcohol, always comes into a situation full of swagger and has a big thing for getting pushed out of his comfort zone in a fun way.

#thank you for asking!!#amir #mori #akello #raath #kazu #marcel

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prpfs · 10 months

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Hi! ✋ Looking for a slash RP based on the show SWAGGER. This will probably have 🍪 content.

I want to play a male basketball coach that mentors and empowers his underprivileged male players, training them up for better futures. But I want him to also take advantage of them sexually.

Three variants:

1.) We play characters from SWAGGER itself if you're familiar.

2.) We play OCs based on the premise.

3.) No 🍪 variant: Same as #2 but we modify slightly to use college-aged players.

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

#swagger roleplay #swagger rp #fandom roleplay #fandom rp #oc roleplay #oc rp #cc x cc #oc x oc #dead dove

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minervadashwood · 2 years

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Scars and Stitches, Chapter 24: By Your Side Daryl X PlusSize!Reader (she/her)

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Series Masterlist | Daryl x Reader Masterlist

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Chapter Summary: Randall in the barn, ethical discussions, roleplaying,a couple of hugs. Word Count: 3,400 Chapter Warnings: Canon compliant mentions of sexual assault.

At the porch steps, you and Daryl were discussing the evening’s events with Rick and Glenn, all of you trying to decide what to do about Randall. For the moment, he was tied up in the barn.

You hadn’t been talking for more than a few minutes when Shane swaggered up and inserted himself in the conversation

“I say we beat the truth outta him,” Shane announced.

Rick hmm’d while Glenn shook his head.

The thought of torturing Randall sickened you, but it seemed only you and Glenn were against it. You shook your head.

Rick asked, “Alright, Morgan, what do you think we should do?”

You remembered Randall’s shouting, his low tolerance of pain and discomfort, the fear in his eyes when Daryl walked into the bar.

You glanced at Glenn, hoping you had his support, before saying, “I think I can get him to talk, without violence. If I go in there alone.”

Daryl immediately replied, “You ain’t goin’ in there alone.”

Glenn said, “Maybe she doesn’t have to. We could use a ladder to climb into the hayloft, and we could hide there.”

You smiled at Glenn, so grateful you had his support. “That’ll work. Then I won’t need to take my knife either. I want Randall to think I’m no threat to him at all. And I’d feel better with you watching my back.” You looked at Daryl. “That okay?”

You could tell Daryl wasn’t a fan of the idea, but he gave you a small nod anyway.

Shane huffed. “What a goddamned waste of time.”

Rick held up his hand, trying to placate him. “Let’s give this a try. If it doesn’t work, we got all night.”

Daryl followed you to the camp where you needed to gather a few things. Your mind was wholly focused on the task at hand: gathering a few supplies and making yourself appear slightly roughed up. You did your best to make your hair look disheveled, then using your knife you ripped one sleeve off your t-shirt.

All the while, Daryl watched you. He didn’t say anything, but you could sense his unease all the same. You really needed him to support you in this. After everything that had happened at the bar, you needed to do something that prevented more death and violence. You wanted to prove to yourself—and maybe the others—that violence wasn’t always the answer.

When you finally had everything you needed gathered in a small satchel, Daryl took your elbow, forcing you to face him.

“You sure you’re alright?” he asked.

You nodded, doing your best to meet his worried gaze. “Right now, I am. Not sure how I’ll be in a few hours or tomorrow, but right now, I’m okay. I have something to focus on, and if it works, it’ll keep you from having to hurt anyone else.”

Daryl tightened his grip, pulling you a step closer to him. “Ya don’t need to protect me from that. What happened out there…you don’t need to make up for it. It’s on me, not you.”

You clenched your jaw in frustration. “Daryl, you can’t take that on. I volunteered to go. I chose to use my crossbow. I lost my head. You did not cause any of that.”

Daryl stared at the ground, his hair falling over his eyes, hiding his expression from you. “It’s my job to protect you from this world.”

You put your hand on his jaw and forced him to meet your eyes. “Don’t you realize I feel the same? You don’t just want to protect me, you want to protect all of us. But you don’t care what that does to you. If you keep trying to carry this burden alone, and I have to sit by while it happens, it’s going to break me. Seeing you suffer is like suffering myself.

“I know you don’t show it, but I see it. I saw what killing that man did to you. How much it upset you to put down Dale. You can’t keep pretending it doesn’t hurt. At least not with me.”

It seemed like Daryl couldn’t bear to look at you. He jerked away from your hold and took a few steps back.

Had you gone too far? All you meant to do was show him that he didn’t need to protect you from everything. And that sometimes you could protect him, too.

He stood a few feet away from you, staring at nothing for a long while. Then, finally he said, “What are ya plannin’ to do?”

You took a deep breath, refocusing yourself on the task at hand. “All Randall knows about me is that Herschel resents me, I’m good with a bandage, and that you won’t let me out of your sight. Instead of cornering him, I’m going to let him get comfortable. Going to let him think I’m just as trapped as he is.”

Daryl nodded but didn’t show much of an expression. After a moment he said, “Sure you’re up to this?”

You moved forward and took his hand. “I am. I’m jittery and anxious, but I’m thinking clearly. I’ll calm down once this is all settled.”

“Will you let me take care of you then?”

You nodded and leaned against his chest. “That’s when I’ll need you the most. When the adrenaline’s gone and everything’s quiet and we’re alone. You can take care of me then.”

Daryl held you close. “I’ll be watching over ya. Don’t worry.”

Squeezing him tightly you whispered in his ear. “I know.”

After giving Glenn and Daryl a few moments to sneak into the hayloft, you opened the barn door. The barn was pitch black, so you turned on the battery-powered lantern you’d brought with you.

Before going all the way inside, you made a show of furtively glancing behind you, as if watching out for others.

Randall was sitting on the floor of the barn, his hands tied in front of him with ropes winding their way around his torso, strapping him to a post in the middle of the barn. The place still had the stench of the walkers. You didn’t have to feign the pity you felt for the kid when he looked up at you, scared and exhausted.

You hoped your plan would work because sending Daryl in here to torture Randall was not something you wanted to happen.

You told Randall your name and sat in front of him, cross-legged. “You doing okay? How’s your leg?”

He shrugged. “What do you care?”

“I don’t like seeing people get hurt.” That was true enough.

Randall glared at you. “Where’s your husband?”

You tilted your head. “Huh?”

“Your husband. The scary guy with the crossbow. The one who did this to me.”

You took a deep breath, ready to make yourself as relatable as possible.

“You mean Daryl? He isn’t my husband, he’s my keeper. I only managed to get away for a few minutes because he’s with the others, deciding what to do with you.” Staring at the floor, you said, “He’ll come looking for me when it’s time for bed, then he won’t let me out of his sight until morning. Probably won’t let me sleep much, though.”

You watched the kid, gauging whether he believed you or not. At first, you couldn’t tell, but after a moment he said, “Dave and them were like that. But they shared all the women, whenever they felt like it.”

You had to take a deep breath, willing your mind away from thinking of those women. It sickened you, but you had to focus on getting more out of Randall. You trusted that Daryl was hearing this, along with Glenn, and just knowing you weren’t alone gave you the courage to carry on.

You scratched at your jeans, trying to appear nervous. “I’m lucky I know some first aid. It keeps him from roughing me up during the day. He doesn’t share me.” You paused, then did your best Daryl impersonation. “’Yer mine!’ he says, like I have no choice in the matter.”

You could have sworn you heard Glenn chuckle, but Randall’s attention was wholly on you.

Randall furrowed his brow. “If he keeps you close to him, then what do you think he’ll do to me?”

So, Randall didn’t care at all about your (albeit false) predicament. Only about his. You wondered if that meant he didn’t care about the women in his group, either.

You realized it would be better for you to feign sympathy for him; expecting him to be concerned for anyone but himself clearly wasn’t happening.

You scooted closer. “Not sure. They’ve never brought a stranger in before. They even feed you?”

He shook his head, and you took out your satchel. “You like peaches?”

He nodded vigorously, and you began to feed one to him, a single bite at a time.

As he ate, you said. “Guess you and I are alone in all this.”

Randall nodded. “Guess so.” He gobbled up the peach as fast as you could feed it to him.

When he finished, he sighed. “Maggie an’ them always had the best peaches.”

Your hands began to tremble. He knew exactly where he was. The kid had sealed his fate. No way could you let him leave now.

“They’re really good,” you forced out. “Don’t eat too many, though. You’ll be in a mess of trouble then.”

Randall let out a small chuckle. He gave you a weary smile that disgusted you. “Just one more?”

You sighed dramatically. “Okay, but just the one.”

While feeding him the second peach and Daryl’s homemade jerky, you kept Randall talking. You let him tell you all about his escapades and walker-killing, nudging his confidence as you fussed over him like a concerned aunt. You found out his group was big, larger than yours, and that any men who weren’t willing to live by their rules were killed.

The women fared worse and were little more than sex slaves. Randall said he never joined in, but you had your doubts. Based on what you’d learned, Randall would do anything out of self-preservation.

While you were in the middle of helping the kid drink some water, the barn door slammed open.

You jerked your head around to see your man, your Daryl, looking like a feral beast about to kill anything in his way.

“Woman,” he said to you, “I know you ain’t out her alone with someone who ain’t me. What I tell ya about runnin’ off?”

You stood up and faced him, unable to keep the smile from spreading across your face.

“Get over here,” he barked.

You trudged your way to the door, and when you were close enough, Daryl grabbed your wrist (gently, of course). You followed him meekly outside.

When the door was closed behind you, Daryl hugged you fiercely. “You did real good, Darlin’. Didn’t want to leave you with ‘im any longer. We found out what we needed to.”

You let Daryl hold you. Now that you were in his arms, no longer playing a part, you, for some reason, felt dirty for sharing the same space as Randall, for consoling someone who was likely a murderer and a rapist. Now that it was all over, Daryl’s embrace was just what you needed.

While he was holding you and soothing a hand up and down your back, Glenn appeared, chuckling.

Daryl jumped away from you, as if caught by the school principal. Glenn just smiled at you and shook his head.

“Yer mine!” he laughed. “You sounded just like him!”

You thought you saw Daryl blushing but couldn’t help yourself laughing with Glenn. It felt good to laugh, but before you let the giggles consume you completely, you took Daryl’s hand, making sure Glenn saw.

“I wasn’t just like him. He’s much sexier when he says it.”

Daryl huffed, then began dragging you away, back to the house, probably hoping you wouldn’t embarrass him further.

On the porch steps, you, Daryl, and Glenn told Rick what you’d learned.

Daryl said, “Point is, if his group finds us, we’re all gonna be dead, an’ our women will wish they were.”

Rick sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “We can’t let him go then?”

You shook your head. “He knows the Greenes. Knew exactly who grew the peaches I fed him.”

No one spoke for a few minutes.

You glanced from Daryl to Glenn to Rick. “We don’t have to kill him, do we? Could we just keep him?”

Rick gave you a wry smile. “What, like a pet?”

You couldn’t help but give him a grin. You had just fed and watered the kid.

Glenn said, “I don’t like him living so close to us, but I can’t stand the thought of us killing someone.”

“Someone else,” you murmured, prompting Rick to reach out and squeeze your shoulder.

After a moment, Rick looked up at Daryl, “What do you think?”

Daryl shuffled in place. It was obvious he was uncomfortable as the three of you watched him. In any other context you’d be happy and proud of Rick trusting Daryl. At the moment, however, you wanted him to give an answer that would solve everything. You wanted Daryl to make it all better.

After a long moment, he finally spoke. “It means another mouth to feed. Plus, someone to watch ‘im all the time. Doesn’t feel right to let ‘im roam free, not when half of the group can’t defend themselves. We let ‘im go, an’ I expect his group’d be here in the next day or two.”

Glenn asked, “Do you think he’s okay with what his group has done?”

You replied, “He says he didn’t, but I think he’s the type to do or say whatever he needs to get by. I don’t judge him for it, but it does mean we can’t trust him.”

“We could,” Daryl began, sounding uncertain, “blindfold him and put ‘im in the trunk of a car. Then drive him someplace and drop ‘im off.”

You pressed your lips together. “It’d have to be at least forty to fifty miles away. These farming towns are spread out, and he probably knows the area.”

Daryl nodded. “Take a few days there and back, but it’s an option.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, wondering if such a trip was worth it. Knowing Daryl, he’d volunteer to go and make you stay at the farm. Being separated from him for days honestly scared you to death. The chance of him not getting back home…it was too great to bear.

After a moment, Rick finally decided what to do. “We’ll put it up to a vote. In the mornin’. I have a feeling what Shane’ll say, but we’ll do this right. Lay out all our options and decide as a group.”

Everyone agreed with that. Glenn left first, going inside the house.

Just as Daryl was about to grab your hand, Rick said, “Morgan, take a walk with me?”

You looked at Daryl, not for permission, but to make sure he was okay.

He hid behind his hair, and handed you your knife.

You and Rick made your way to the picnic table at the camp. The place was a shell of what it used to be. It seemed while you were gone the group had moved out. You figured most everything was in the house now.

The two of you sat side-by-side, on the picnic table, looking across the front yard. The half-moon gave a little light, but not much. For a long while you sat in silence.

Then Rick whispered. “How’d you find out about Lori?”

You looked sadly at your friend. “Daryl told me. She was trying to come to town after you. We had to stop her.”

“How long has he known?”

You tried to count the days, but the concept of weeks had become fuzzy. From now on it’d be easier to keep track; you had Dale’s watch in your pocket.

“I’ve been with him almost constantly since he was hurt. And he didn’t tell me until today. So, I guess he’s known a while.”

Rick buried his face in his hands. “It’s been that long, and she didn’t tell me. I had to find out from you.”

Your heart broke at the emotion in his voice, the hurt, the rejection.

“Maybe she needed some time to herself, to think it over,” you told him.

“Makes me think it isn’t mine,” he choked out.

What made him think that? “Not yours? You’re grasping at straws, Rick.”

Rick looked at you with pain in his eyes. “You know she was with Shane, right? Before we got to the quarry?”

What the fuck? Just when your opinion of Shane couldn’t get any lower.

“I had no idea,” you said slowly, as things started to make more sense. Like the CDC library and why Lori didn’t want anyone to know. Especially Rick. You should tell Rick why Shane had attacked you the first time, but your friend was already so broken, you didn’t have the heart to make things worse.

You settled on saying, “She’s with you now. She loves you. You love her.”

Rick nodded. “I’ve forgiven them. Still hurts, though.”

You patted him on the back. “That’s okay, Rick. It’s alright to hurt sometimes.”

He took a deep breath and turned to you. “How are you doing? Been worried about you.”

Some part of you felt relief at being asked. You scratched at the denim on your knees. “Keep seeing the man I killed any second I’m not keeping busy,” you admitted.

Rick looked at you, shocked. “I thought Daryl shot them.”

“Two he did. One of them was Randall. The messy one…that was me.”

Rick angled himself to face you. “Why’d he let you do that? He should’ve—”

“Rick, stop. I had to. That man was about to shoot Daryl, and Daryl had to reload his bow. Didn’t have a choice.”

Rick didn’t say anything, and you grabbed his forearm. “I didn’t have a choice, right?”

Rick’s brow furrowed with worry. He put his free hand on your shoulder. “Morgan, look at me. I need you to hear this.”

You sniffed, and tried to keep your sudden tears from falling, finally forcing yourself to meet his gaze.

Rick said, “You’re going to see him for a while. It’ll wake you up at night in a cold sweat. You’ll be thinking about how you could’ve done it different. It’ll be all you think about some days. But after a while, you’ll realize those men didn’t give you a choice, not when they could’ve killed your partner, your friend, your family.”

Tears were falling freely now, and you fiercely hugged Rick. He seemed to know exactly what you were going through, and he gave you hope that it wouldn’t always be this way. Of course, Rick had killed before. His line of work had required it. Plus, you knew all about how Rick got shot; he’d told the story to you and Morgan.

You loved Daryl with all that you were, but having a friend right now was something you needed. Telling all this to Daryl made it seem like he took on the burden, like he blamed himself for what you were going through. Right now, you didn’t need that. You needed advice, you needed a friend.

Rick patted your back, and soon you pulled away, your tears slowly dissipating.

“I still remember them all,” he said. “But I can’t regret them. Not anymore.”

Rick had to be the second-most honorable person you knew, and you also knew that he would not take things like murder and death lightly. But at the same time, you knew that Rick was pragmatic, and if it meant keeping the group safe, he would do anything.

You realized the same applied to you. There was nothing you wouldn’t do to protect your group, to protect Daryl.

The man’s death kept playing in your mind, but the guilt was just a little more bearable now.

Maybe someday you could come to accept it, and come to accept what it would take to survive.

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I'm still not happy with this chapter, but I honestly think it’s the best I could do.

Next time: Fluff, romance, all the good stuff that gives daryl x reader stories the dokidoki.

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If you have OCs... could you perhaps make a masterpost-link thing with them that I could save up to check them out/save to go back to if I forget anything on them? (Bonus points if u have potp/dragon ocs smiles)

ALSO your art slaps hell yeah 💪

Looks at you with big wet eyes. My tag #my oc should have all of em.

POTP is a universe in which I feel like it’s both difficult and impractical to make an oc for unless they exist before or after the story.

I fucking love dragons I haven’t drawn any dragons in so long. Besides Pokémon dragons.

And now I’ll see if I can remember all the tags of all my ocs. Or at least the main ones.

All of the links will just lead to their tag.

Harte Sekioka - Pokemon breeder and ex-magma admin from an amino roleplay that took place in 2017. Currently he’s used in a roleplay with friends because I didn’t want to make a new character for it. Just went ahead and decided he’s 20 years older now. Self-proclaimed sexmaster. Annoying. Single father of two. Should not be a father.

Claudia - A Ditto masquerading as a human from Harte’s universe. She’s helped him out with speeding up the process of selective Pokémon breeding. She’s also extremely important to Harte’s universe’s Team Magma.

Sif Saph - My BG3 character, I haven’t been able to play BG3 in forever. Not much info on him besides he’s the cousin of my first ever D&D character, Sif Krymsul. And he has blue dragon ancestry on his father’s side. Really really really hoping to draw him more I miss him so much.

Divo Success - Pokémon oc. He’s the platonic idea of a cowboy the same way The Stanley Parable’s Narrator is the platonic ideal of divorce. He hasn’t even seen a cow in his life. But he does have a gigantic horse that everyone is afraid of for her Stamina Iron Defense Body Press swagger. He has weird fucking abilities that allow him to be a western movie character. Every time he rides away on his horse it’s into the sunset. No matter what time of day it is. He can always appear in a cloud of dust or smoke. He operates entirely on rule of cool.

Daylight Under Outsmouth - A Call Of Cthulhu campaign that unfortunately never came to fruition. It’s about a universe being consumed by an oppressive darkness with the center of its terror being Earth. Things keep getting darker. Stars disappear from the sky. Aliens and extradimensional creatures find their way to earth as refugees. I reaaally want to make a comic or something with the story.

Aoife and Padraig - Characters made for my friend’s series called Analog Files. They’re the same person from different worlds. They’re married. They’re fucking weird. Aoife is dying of Cool Guy Cancer that’s turning her into a bug and then into a pile of flesh. She wants to be studied while she dies. Padraig loves studying her. They’re great.

Legally Distinct - A glam metal band made up of monsters from Universal Monster movies. I had made them for Art Fight, they’re quite silly, they have so much sex and do so much drugs. And rock n roll of course.

Nigellians - A type of creature made of music, glamor, passion, and magic. They’re born of human creation. Think of Eddie the Head if he was less powerful and less aggressive and more of a little fairy spirit.

Herb - An utau made by my friend NyxQuentiam who is voiced by me. I need to record a new voice bank so badly. He’s an artificial angel who harvests energy from other angels by killing and blending them. He then goes to the angel black market to turn mortals into angels: a high he should not be doing. But whatever, he’s having a good time.

Ward - Cringefail rich boy accidental racist fire genasi who sucks. Used him in a D&D campaign until it fizzled out due to the DM being weird. I don’t think I have much stuff with him here (I think it’s just one post) but he’s my beloved little shitstain. His sword is incredibly blunt. It does bludgeoning damage. He’s whining the entire time he’s adventuring.

Those are the main guys. Hope that helps! :)

Always feel free to ask more questions! Yippee yahoo yippeeeee

#my oc #spw talks #may as well use those tags!

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