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Fuck all this gushy angst bs
Give me your most sloppiest and sweetest fluff fic of Apoclypse yuu x music club members
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FEM ALIGNED DO NOT INTERACT
Yuus pronouns are he/him, so lady's for the love of God, just keep scrolling
Characters: kalim, lilia, cater, grim, you
Warnings: no real warning but there are a few lines about post-apocalyptic poverty and one line with some intrusive thoughts soooo...do with that as you please
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Damn shawty these blankets are SOFT
About a week ago, lilia had approached you with a piece of paper with a room number on it, saying how you should stop by sometime after school.
He said nothing when you asked what it was for, making an exaggerated turn on his heel that looks more like a playful twirl, and left to wherever he came.
You hadn't had much of a reaction at the time. Only blinking in a confusion and putting the paper in your pocket, saying you'd deal with it later.
Later turned out to be earlier this morning, as that's when you finally remembered the exchange happening after putting your hands in your coat pockets and feeling something there.
You knew the way to the room, the school had signs all over the place for how to get to which hall or which office or whatever room you'd be looking for. So you could get there just fine.
That wasn't the problem.
The problem is, do you want to go. What would happen if you do go.
The thought if this potentially ending in blood only crossed your mind for a brief minute before you quickly dismissed it.
Over the past- was it seven months now? You had come to trust lilia the most.
He would never hurt you.
And you believed that with every fiber of your being.
So, with a leap of faith, and a bit if tuna to convince grim, the two of you found yourselves walking down the hall, reading the panels beside each door, trying to locate the right room number.
The door is unlocked when you find it, the lights however are off.
You hesitated. Could you still go in? Lilia gave you the right room number right?
You checked the paper and the panel again. Yup. The numbers matched.
You slowly put your hand on the door handle and took a deep breath. Lilia gave you the paper. He invited you here. You can go in if the lights are off.
The door creaked open and you stuck you head inside, you could vaguely make out a drum set and some microphone stands from the light in the hallways, but nothing beyond that.
Grim was standing right behind you, saying how maybe you should turn around and head back.
You ignored him.
It was just a room. A music room too, it looked like.
You smiled.
There was never any real music in the tunnles. Only a light humming here and there, and the ever so rare old funeral song.
Nothing like this.
You had only gotten to enjoy people singing their hearts out and banging on drums and pouring out their very souls when you got transported here.
And you loved it. You were atrocious at making it, but by God, you loved it.
So instead if listening to Grims words of caution, you stepped into the room, the opened door letting more light in.
There was no reason to be afraid right now.
You were so done with being afraid.
With the extra light, you could see some guitars hanging on the back wall, and some other smaller instruments here and there, but what really caught your attention was what was in the middle of the room.
An array of soft pillows, fluffy looking blankets, and plush cushions were all place together in one big, messy pile.
It looked...comfortable.
Apparently, Grim thought so too, as he ran toward it and flopped down without hesitation.
And if you, albeit a little less dramatic, did the same? Well.
That was really no one else's business, now was it?
Now, from the door? The blankets looked comfortable. From up close? Everything looked so warm and so, so inviting.
But from here? Buried under a good four and half blankets with differently shaped pillows and cushions all around you?
Oh my God.
I mean really, this was getting a little ridiculous, don't you think? To just have this many, obviously expensive, items just...lying here, in the middle of a music room.
You moved a hand to feel underneath you. Ah, there was a giant, padded cushion (?) thing under the pile of heaven.
And it was warm.
Luxury. This was luxury. You could tell. Even if it turns out not to be for the regular students, it definitely was for you.
To go from spending your days in a cold, mold ridden, leaky, death bringing tunnle, to this?
You thanked your lucky God damn stars, that's for damn sure.
You could only pray that the others find themselves in a simular situation. Maybe to this world, or the next, but even if it has just some semblance of peace, you hoped they could find a life worth living there.
(....but why you? Really, you didn't deser-)
You shook your head. If you were going to have those thoughts again, you'll have them later.
Now was not the time.
Grim decided it was definitely not the time, as his snores and sleep talking, mostly about food, started to fill the previously silent room, muffled slightly from the pillow he had stuffed his face in.
You smiled. You were...you weren't exactly happy. That you could tell. There was no childish sense of glee that you lived your life in.
But you were content.
So, so content.
And so, so warm.
You could vaguely here the door creaked open and a completely unsurprised "oho?", but you paid it no mind.
You were tired.
So, with once last smile, you closed your eyes, and drifted off into a well deserved sleep, you know, from all the bullshit you put up with from ADeuce.
.
.
.
When you woke up, it was to the blankets being shifted, and something warm laying right beside you, something way too big to be grim.
Your eyes shot open, and you could feel the beginnings of an adrenaline rush that was way too familiar.
Only for it to calm down immediately after you caught a glimpse of brown skin that contrasted with stark white hair, which was...in a beanie?
Your shoulders dropped, although you confusion rised. When did Kalim get here? And where was his turban thing? Did he lose it.
Also, how long was he there for? Must have been long, because he was currently knocked out and rolled up into what Trey had once described as a "blanket burrito".
It looked comfortable. You wanted to do that.
Also.... who turned on the lights?
You slowly emerged from your own little blanket cocoon like the world's most confused butterfly. You blinked. Once, twice, thrice.
Cater was on the couch (since when was there a couch in here?) eating what looked like were some kind of chips, while talking to lilia in a voice just barely above a whisper. And lilia...
Lilia looking a little different these days huh.
Looking a Lilia Vanrouge, the first words that should pop into someone's head should be "Victorian, Vintage, Regal, hell maybe even Elegant", they should not be "early 2000's punk-pop emo garage band".
"Uhhh...Huh..?"
You can't say you meant to let that little sound out, but you think it conveyed your absolute confusion better than any proper conversation ever could.
Caters head snapped towards you while Lilia calmly turned and smiled, like he wasn't surprised in the least that you had come back to the world of the living.
Ok then.
You brought the closest blanket to you up to your shoulders in a pathetic effort to regain the comforting warmth that you'd been engulfed in just moments earlier. It worked just enough to get you to not do much else about it.
Cater slowly got up from the couch and started making his way to a large, see through tub, which you could see bags of the same chip brand that he was munching on earlier.
Cater looked back to you, and with a soft voice, probably to not wake up kalim, he asked, "Hey yuu, what kind of snacks do you want? We have chips but I can get you candy if you want something sweeter".
Cater was considerate like that, when it came to food at least. Probably steming from his own hatred of sweet things.
("Hatred..is a bit of a strong word yuu...", cater had said with a sheepish expression, holding his phone barely beneath his eye and looking off to the side.
"Ok, but is it the right word?"
He didn't say anything. You knew his answer either way.)
You let out a little smile and quietly told him your preferred snack, which he tossed you with the accuracy of someone who had who had to grow up with two sisters who liked to throw absolutely everything.
You know this because he liked to complain about those two a lot. Although, you get the feeling that something else is going on that he's not telling you. Weird.
Your mind flashed to a little girl that you used to feed and play with after her father died. She never had a mother.
...She would have loved this.
"Hm? What are you thinking about?"
You jumped and whirled around to face the old ass fae that you had opened up to all those months ago, who was floating upside down like it was the most normal thing to do on a Friday evening.
Despite being the only one who you trusted with your life, Lilia loved scaring the shit out of you.
You guess it wouldn't be the same if he hadn't. You honestly don't think you would've made it this far if he started treating you like you were something breakable after that. You could only be grateful that that's not what happened after all.
Lilia let out a mischievous little giggle like the gremlin he was, and gently lowered his head down on a cushion before dramatic flopping down on the mountain of blankets. Which somehow seemed to have gotten bigger.
You looked around.
Yeah no, they definitely got bigger. You could barely make out a small lump around the same spot where grim was.
Damn, must be nice.
You heard a small shuffle next to you. Ah, Kalim must be waking up.
Looking back at the boy you woke up next to, you saw him with his face stuffed into a pillow, with his limbs going in every which way and sticking out in some areas like a particularly confused spider, making a noise that sounded like someone desperately gasping for air. Still knocked out cold despite everything.
...or not.
Uh...he won't mind if you just...
You nudge his face a bit to the side, no doubt making preparations for a massive crick in the neck, but hey, at least he's getting proper air flow now.
Cater let out a snort, which had you looking up and cater trying to cover up with the fakest cough you've ever heard in your life.
Aww. He's embarrassed. Loser.
Lilia rolled around from his spot on the floor, sitting up and scooting closer to you. You raised a brow. Did he need somethi- oh.
You swatted his hand away from your food. Now, usually you'd just let him take whatever he wanted, you let all your friends have some of your food if they wanted it. Except ace. He would just snatch the whole bag and run with it.
But you could clearly see the five, very much empty chip and candy bags on his side of the couch when you woke up, so you decided that he could chill a little.
He still pouted, which probably would've made you give in if said pout wasn't so obviously fake.
To make a point, you took out one of the bigger chips and gave it to Cater, who had made his way to the blanket fortress and was now sitting right behind a sleeping Kalim.
Cater happily took the chips and Lilia looked the most offended you'd ever seen thus far.
You just shot an innocent smile in his direction, knowing that everybody here knew you knew what you did.
The start of what woould have been a playful argument was cutoff, however, when Kalim made a sound that could only be described as something out of a rejected layer of hell.
Three heads snapped to his direction. All wondering what the fuck he was made out of to be able to produce a sound like that.
You have never heard a man sound so much like a rapid squirl trying desperately to devour a full size walnut.
Lord help him.
A crunch came from right behind you.
....
Fuck.
You kept your head trained on the sleeping gremlin, slowly growing a larger amount if pity for Jamil by the second, knowing that if you even took a glance towards lilia and his snack stealing ass, he would win. He would win the non-existent competition that youve just established in your head!
And you couldn't have that now could you?
So here you were. Staring at a now drooling Kalim that looked like he could go into both cardiac arrest and a really good drug-trip at the same time.
A truly disturbing sight.
You could feel Caters gaze burn between the two of you, you didn't dare look, less you be greeting with a dead stare that somehow still had enough life in it for you to recognized that, ah yes, this is the face that people make when they see a white van full of candy.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"KUUWWKQAANK"
Kailm. Kalim what the fuck.
You looked down, maybe you should readjust him, or wake him up or somethi- WHAT ARE HIS EYES OPEN?!
Kalim Al-Asims eyes were glossed over, letting you know that he was still asleep. You could hear what sounded like psychopathic giggling behind you, letting you know that Lilia was loosing his shit.
Cater shooted up towards you, phone in hand, being held out in front of him like the world's most dangerous weapon.
Quietly, while putting as much space between his club-mate and him as possible, while his phone was right the fuck up there, Cater pressed record.
You could only imagine what kind of emotions that video would invoke. Kalim Al-Asim, house warden, heir to a big ass legacy and bigger asset company, everyone's resident little ray of sunshine, looking into a camera with a dead stare, drooling, and making sounds that you'd image came out of the devil, while hearing the giggles manic giggles of a widely feared fae in the background.
Cater pressed stop and didn't dare rewatch it. Only scrolling to what you just knew would be Jamils phone number.
Oh. Bless him.
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2000void · 2 months
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Me if everyone disappeared after 6 pm and then came back after 6am
Also me in a zombie apoclypse ....I will just freestyle survive
Everyday the urge to become a smoker increases ....chewing gums are keeping me at bay but I finish 20 pieces in like 2 days
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thepig · 9 months
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if a zombie apoclypse happened id be one of the first deaths id be the half corpse who weakly groans at you and wiggles their arms pathetically so you can realize whats going on after you get 9ut of a coma this i know to be true
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gaysonlyocean · 9 months
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good morning i just woke up from a weird dream like.. apoclypse tmc i was mark and i was infected, cesar was dead i think i didnt have any flesh eating tendencies but all i was thinking was "Where's Cesar? I'm scared." :[. did they die in tlou, the same too?? -silly
WAUGHGHGHHH i hope your ok after that dream!!
mark does in fact die in the tlou au, but cesar is still alive!! hes out there on his own!!
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Irresistible/Immovable
Yesterday, the DIWS Discord server went a little feral after a discussion of handholding this was my result. As always, I’ve taken something of a soft-angst approach, after the bus ride back to London...
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The bus arrived in London, rolling to a stop a block from Crowley’s flat.
“Seemed fair,” Crowley whispered. “The streets get narrower and there’s no place to turn around…”
Aziraphale wasn’t listening. Still staring out the windshield, past the driver. He hadn’t moved for at least three miles.
Crowley reached up and tapped his shoulder. No response. He tried again, pushing harder, shaking until Aziraphale finally blinked and turned, just a little. “Come on, Angel. Time to go.”
Another gentle push and Aziraphale finally slid out of his seat, standing in the aisle. Crowley clambered out after him, unfolding.
All through the long, terrifying ride they’d said hardly a word to each other. Crowley knew he should, offer some reassurance or show of courage, something to make Aziraphale feel less hopeless.
He didn’t have it in him, no strength to spare, no words, no hope. He’d offered his flat for the night. Beyond that, well, his mind buzzed with ideas. Impossible ideas. Ones that would take a being far more powerful and confident than he to enact.
This morning he’d offered to run to the stars. Perhaps that could still work, fleeing forever, across the infinite emptiness of space, never again to rest, to laugh, to enjoy the taste of food. In its own way, that was as frightening as oblivion at the hands of their former sides.
He led the way up the aisle, down the steps, but Aziraphale didn’t follow. Instead, he paused beside the bus driver, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Thank you for…” he seemed momentarily uncertain. The driver was still in a daze; in five minutes he would realize he was in London, not Oxford, and wonder why. “Yes,” Aziraphale patted his shoulder again. “Thank you.”
From the side of the street below, Crowley felt the faint tingle of a miracle echoing down. A small blessing, protection from harm, a promise of a turn of good luck in the next 24 hours.
Amazing, Crowley thought. Even after all this, he still has strength to spare. He watched Aziraphale step down, slowly, to join him on the street.
Crowley’s hand hovered – almost touching his shoulder – wishing to draw some of that infinite steadiness into himself.
“This way,” he said, pushing his hands into his pockets as he walked into the darkness. “Not far.”
After a dozen steps, he realized he was walking alone.
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Aziraphale stood on the street corner, staring at the sky.
London at night never became truly dark, not the way that little Oxfordshire village had, or indeed the way London had a mere century before. All that new electricity, all those signs and streetlamps and 24-hour Tesco’s. The edges of his vision seemed to glow amber as the light from windows bounced off the air, reflecting down. Giving the city a halo of sorts.
Under the right circumstances, he might have found beauty in it, of a kind.
Instead, he felt lost, adrift.
“We should have stayed,” he murmured. “No stars.”
“What’s that?” Crowley’s voice was strangely distant, but it took the click of only a few quick steps across the pavement to bring him back. He hovered, almost in sight, tossing his head in that way he had.
“Just that…I’d hoped there would be stars. In the end.” He laughed a little, or at least made a sound like laughing, and wasn’t that close enough? “I might see them when they drag me back to Heaven. Some of the rooms look out on the night sky. They don’t get used as much these days but…but I could try and ask. Do you think Gabriel would allow a last request? Or would that just make him…make him angrier…”
“Hey.” Crowley’s hand pressed into his back, gently, just below his ribs. “Don’t…don’t say things like that. We’re going to figure it out.”
“Figure what out?” Aziraphale stared at the blank sky above. “There’s no one to appeal to, no higher authority, no…no clever way to get out of it…”
“Oi.” His eyes flicked down, just a little, just enough to see that Crowley stood close – very close – eyes uncovered, staring directly into Aziraphale. “We’re going be fine. Do you hear me? We’re going to walk home, we’re going to talk this through, and we’re going to figure it out.”
“How can you say that?” Aziraphale was surprised at how calm his voice sounded. “There’s…nothing to figure out.”
“There’s the prophecy,” Crowley said. How could he have so much energy? How could he still move, still shuffle his feet as if in his endless dance, everything in motion except that hand, resting on his back. “Choose your faces wisely? Playing with fire? Agnes wouldn’t have sent us that prophecy if there was nothing we could do.”
“Perhaps.” His eyes drifted up to the empty sky again. “Perhaps it was only intended to…give us a chance to…prepare ourselves, I suppose.” He tugged on his waistcoat and tried to imagine himself facing Gabriel and Michael with dignity. He might be able to muster dignity. Defiance was asking a bit much, but he could try to face his punishment standing tall.
“Out of the question.” The hand drifted from his back, brushed his elbow. “Because I already lost you. Three times, actually, and you know what? It sucked. So I’ve already decided. Not happening again.” The hand returned to Crowley’s pocket; his other lifted the glasses, pressing them back into place.
“Crowley…” he remembered a voice in the strange white darkness, as he’d scoured the Earth for a suitable body. A familiar voice, filled with pain, but still going on. A lifeline in that endless void. “I’m…I truly am sorry…”
“Nothing for you to be sorry about,” he said, turning away, voice as cool as ever. “Just. Don’t give up. I have ideas, but they won’t work if you give up. So just…don’t.”
Crowley started walking, and Aziraphale struggled to keep up. He tried, struggling to go forward, but his legs shook, he stumbled, would have fallen, but he reached out and caught Crowley’s elbow.
The demon froze.
“I’m – I’m so terribly sorry.” Aziraphale stepped back, brushing his hands against his coat furiously. “I – I – obviously, I didn’t – It won’t happen again!”
“It won’t,” Crowley said, and without quite facing Aziraphale, he held out his hand.
The angel stared at it for a long moment.
Perhaps he was misunderstanding. Perhaps Crowley intended a miracle of some kind and was – oh, warming up or some such thing. Perhaps…perhaps…perhaps…
Aziraphale brushed his fingers across the palm, uncertainly, pulling them back. He’d almost expected it to burn. It did, in a way, a tingle all across his fingertips, a jolt up his arm and directly to his heart.
He tried again, this time letting them slide until his palm was pressed against Crowley’s, and started to wrap his fingers – no, surely not—
Crowley’s long fingers closed around his hand. “Is this…better?”
“Ah. Oh. Um. Yes?”
“Don’t let me go too fast.”
All Aziraphale could do was nod. Crowley started walking again, and with a tug on his arm, the angel found himself following, pulled in his wake, as he always was, the most natural thing in the world.
Crowley was as brilliant as the stars he’d once made, and all else fell to the force of his gravity – humans, and cities, and Aziraphale.
It wasn’t a bad thing, to be in the orbit of such a marvelous creature. One foot followed the other, on and on, into the night.
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Crowley wanted to get inside as soon as possible. They needed to talk, needed to plan, and that couldn’t be done in the open. He felt exposed here, vulnerable. Every instinct was to dart for cover, for darkness, for safety.
But as he walked, he felt the tug at his arm, and glanced back to see Aziraphale, still holding his hand, still struggling to keep up.
He slowed his pace, until the angel was beside him again. Their shoulders brushed, and just for a moment he felt anchored. Grounded.
Aziraphale’s eyes were glued to the sidewalk before them, deep in thought.
“Now what?” Crowley asked, wishing it didn’t sound so angry, but he couldn’t stop himself sometimes. He needed to move.
“Nothing,” Aziraphale said quickly. “I’m perfectly fine. Just…”
He squeezed Crowley’s hand, and it was hot, beyond anything he’d ever felt, hotter than the fires at the center of stars, hotter than the heat of Falling when everything was torn away, hotter than damnation, hotter than salvation – that little bit of pressure ignited everything in him.
Then Aziraphale pulled his hand away, and left him cold.
“I – I – I had a thought…” Aziraphale twisted his own fingers in front of him. “About the prophecy. What if…what if choosing our faces…” He stopped, illuminated in the orange-yellow light of the streetlamp. “What if it means that…that only one of us need be destroyed? That perhaps there’s some way I can…I can sacrifice myself…”
“No!” He darted over, grabbing Aziraphale’s shoulders. “Look at me, no. I told you, you – you’re not allowed to give up!”
“It’s not giving up. It’s – it’s the logical solution. Heaven would of course wish to see me punished. If they make me Fall – through the-the Fires of Creation, then Hell would have me to…to…” He swallowed. “I think both would be satisfied with this solution. And you could…”
“We’re not doing that,” Crowley growled desperately. “And I have just as much a right to – to sacrifice myself, anyway.”
“No, dear. I don’t think Gabriel would care much for your death, I’m sorry to say. This is the way that makes sense.” He looked up, and there was a strength in his eyes, the strength of all the earth, unmovable, implacable, powerful enough to outlast eternity.
Without realizing what he was doing, Crowley brought his head to rest against Aziraphale’s shoulder, wrapped his arms around the angel, trying to absorb that strength, wondering what it would be like to have it flow through his veins.
“Angel,” he whispered. “We can’t. I don’t…What would I do? With you gone?”
“Crowley, I’m sure you could…”
“I’m not strong enough. I don’t know…without you…” He thought of himself, sitting in that bar, waiting for the end of the world. There had still been that drive to do something deep inside, but without Aziraphale, he was adrift. Lost. “Don’t make me go through that again.”
His voice sounded weak, desperate. Crowley had never begged, not for anything, not even when they cast him out of Heaven. He begged now, pleaded, deep in his heart.
Aziraphale shifted in his arms, and he felt those soft, powerful hands settle on his back, rubbing gently as if he were precious, as if he were delicate, as if he might fall apart.
“Don’t leave me,” he whispered.
“Of course not,” Aziraphale said softly. “How foolish of me.”
Crowley stood there, leaning on him, drawing that infinite calm into himself, until he was ready to go on.
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Very suddenly, Crowley pulled back, stepping away, fading into the darkness while Aziraphale remained in the light of the streetlamp.
Had he ever seen Crowley in such a state? It shook Aziraphale to his core.
For the first time since stepping off the bus, he looked directly at his friend – not at the sky or the earth, glancing from the corner of his eyes. Directly into those black lenses, into the heart of the being he had bound himself to, slowly, irrevocably, for millennia.
He thought they were opposites, destined to forever be pulled together and repelled, dragging each other back and forth through eternity. The light and the dark. The order and the chaos. Forever cancelling each other out.
But it wasn’t like that at all. Everything he felt – all his fear, his uncertainty, his doubt weighing him down – he could see echoed in Crowley, transformed into a limitless energy that could power them both.
Crowley stood in shadows, created by the light of the lamp; the lamp only existed, only had purpose, because of the darkness.
They weren’t opposites. They were halves of a whole, part of each other. Reflections of a sort.
Aziraphale stepped forward, his toes on the very edge of the shadow. Crowley stepped closer to meet him, light reflecting off his glasses, his tie, his fancy watch.
“Thank you, my dear,” he said, straightening his bowtie. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“Any time, Angel.”
Crowley held out his arm, offering his elbow, and Aziraphale wrapped his hands through it. Pulling close. Feeling the heat pour in along his side where they pressed together. Finding the will to keep going.
They walked together up the street, the irresistible force and the immovable object. Arm-in-arm, completing each other.
Perhaps together, they could bend even Heaven and Hell to their will.
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lucasbarr · 2 years
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Ok @charlie-bradbury has me thinking about the wayward sisters in this chilis tonight! btw I love your tag for me! Ok so like here’s my ideal line up up for the wayward sisters!
So we have the main crew:
- Krissy (because I stand by my headcanon that they should have started that storyline with Jody healing earlier!) who hunts but is also the receptionist at the Sheriff’s office.
- Josephine who finishes high school and starts hunting full time (though Jody wants her to go college) with Claire!
- Aidan who didn’t finish high school and works in construction. Is conflicted about hunting after the whole thing with Victor.
- Alex who doesn’t hunt! And works as a nurse as in canon!
- Claire is the same (though I can’t remember if she finished college or not???)
- Patience is obvi in college but as for what idk? I think it would be neat tho if she went to Standford tho. Maybe she could even be “pre-law” or Poli-sci because she wants to be like the president or an congresswoman? Idk yet
- MAGDA because she deserved better! I think she’s finish high school and not really he sure what to do. I think she’d take a gap year and figure out her life but I don’t think she’d hunt.
- Tina (from about a girl) because a reborn teenager in the late 2010s wouldn’t be able to move about the world. Would not hunt but will drive Claire to random locations at night because she doesn’t want her to get hurt. Al bark and no bite (will learn to fight and will kick ass). The begrudgingly responsible one (with Alex)!
- Alicia and Max Banes (because if canon gonna kill their mom then they deserve to have a second family in Jody).
- Kaia AND Dark!Kaia because they both deserved better!
- Ben because you know that boy would have his memories back by now! And then he and Claire could he chaotic siblings!
- KEVIN! idk how by this boy get the peaceful life he deserved. Maybe he’s resurrected and on the run ? Idk but he needs to be there :)
Now go the adults:
Jody and Donna obviously but like Missouri SHOULD have lived and in the good SPN in my head she does! So too should Alicia and Max’s mom! Also our Charlie! And maybe they could have brought back like Bela as the Crowley???
Or like that baby from S4 Rose Holt who would be a teenager and bring back Ava Wilson as like a Princess of Hell? Or a powerful demon intent on using her to start another apoclypse? And maybe like one of the waywards on the case is a special kid? Bonus points if it’s Magda!
Linda needs to be there because we can always use more Linda Tran!
You could reuse the eve plot line because I think it’s neat and then you bring Purgatory back into play. And you know who’s in Purgatory. Benny EMMA! AMY!
Or the Antichrist plotline because Jesse deserves to have a peaceful resolution! And I low-key ship him and maga 😂 sue me! Also we need more good monsters like Leonore! And we should get to see Amy’s son again! More plot resolution and deconstruction of monsters as the other because they’re shown to be as human as regular people!!!!!
Idk I have a lot of thoughts about the good Wayward Sisters that lives in my head!
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I relieved my brain by telling @jaybear1701 the Tifa/Aerith (sorta) AU (doubled?) that I definitely do not have to write now because I both cannot remember the canon and I told Jay everything:
Ok, so what if the Planet is nice to itself and flings a character from one universe (Universe A) into another universe to give Universe B's Aerith a chance to live?
I'm trying to decide which Universe's character gets the storytelling POV. Either we're in the POV of the universe that needs to be altered and everything is slightly... off... about the transplanted character or we're in the POV of the imported character and everything is about comparison and remembering similar circumstances. Okay, it sounds silly when I think about explaining it but the setup my brain has conjured is: Imagine a universe where Aerith lived and then eventually, after some working through post-near-Apoclypse individual and collective confusion and drama, she and Tifa end up together. They build a pretty happy life together with the trials and tribulations, setbacks and successes that life brings. But at the end of her life, Tifa gets sick. You can chalk it up to whatever got her mother. It's pretty awful and there's anger and frustration and their friends and Aerith are devastated (and maybe once upon a time Tifa was the type to make the joke that she can't die, she's survived falling off a bridge and Sephiroth trying to cut her open and a gas chamber and saving the world) and it's a bad time for everyone. Tifa's not really afraid to die--the Lifestream sounds nice--but she is afraid for the wellbeing of everyone she's leaving behind. She tries to hang on for them but it's... bad. A slow deterioration. And at the last moments, like in a dream, the Planet makes Tifa an offer, a chance to be helpful again: Help give another Aerith in another universe a chance to enjoy a longer life such as the one her Aerith got to enjoy with Tifa. Tifa accepts because she's Tifa.
I don't know if in being transplanted if Universe A Tifa would inhabit the body of Universe B Tifa (Quantum Leap) or if both Tifas would be present in Universe B at the same time. I do think one possible way to make this workable is to have Universe B Tifa be injured and so she's sitting out recuperating somewhere until she's healthy enough to rejoin. Or possibly quite injured, like in a coma for now injured. So then Universe A Tifa could either wake up in the body of Universe B Tifa and rejoin the party or Universe A Tifa could slip into the party and everyone would just assume Tifa has gotten better and and rejoined them. The second scenario adds a potential additional stress in that Universe B Tifa could show up at any time and cause mass confusion. But either one works. 
Anyway, Universe A Tifa is, like, 15-20 years past all that Save the World adventuring, so it's like she's stepping back into time. She's young and she's healthy and it feels So Friggin' Good to be on her feet and kicking ass again. Universe A Tifa kinda remembers the events that transpired around this time but also it was so long ago for her that she's forgotten details but also there are small differences between the universes because alternate universes. Tifa loves seeing everyone young and healthy and she can be happy with them and of course she loves being young with Aerith again. However, Aerith starts noticing that Tifa is... off... maybe almost right away. Maybe Tifa seems to be way more enthusiastic in battle than seems usual. "I'm just happy to be out of bed," says Tifa (and it's actually the truth lol). And there are little things like Tifa makes eggs Aerith's favorite way one day and that's not something Tifa knows but it's clearly a choice Tifa made because she made eggs differently for everyone. Or that time Tifa seemed to expect Aerith to back her up on the battlefield in a certain way, like looked for Aerith to do some kind of specific magic in a battle strategy, and when Aerith didn't maybe Tifa took a hit and then had to explain in a suggestive way later what Aerith might want to do in a similar future situation. (Yet perhaps Aerith noted that weird, expectant pause on the battlefield, maybe because she's been watching Tifa more closely perhaps in a protective way since Tifa was recently injured, and even Aerith knows that no way Tifa ever would have left herself open like that.)
Aerith tries to float the idea that there's something strange about Tifa with other members of the team but no one else seems to agree with Aerith's assessment. But Aerith knows she's right. And also... Tifa keeps giving her the fondest looks and Aerith is so confused. She's not opposed but she can't think of a reason that Tifa has been acting both more open and more reserved with her. It doesn't feel right. Tifa doesn't feel right.
Aerith tries consulting the Planet or her Ancient senses, but they're telling her to trust Tifa. Which shouldn't be surprising, everything always told Aerith that Tifa is a good egg and there's nothing sinister about Tifa. But Aerith is dogged and frustrated by her gut feeling that something's up. So, I guess, Aerith figures out something is definitely Wrong or confronts Tifa. Maybe Tifa says something patently false. (True to Tifa's universe but false to Aerith's.) Aerith confronts her, Tifa tries to deflect, maybe saying she hit her head too hard, but Aerith won't be deterred and demands, "Who are you?" (If Universe B Tifa is still around, Aerith might threaten to call whatever hospital they left her in.) Tifa, seeing the gig is up, goes,  "...I'm not not Tifa."
Tifa is now in the weird position of having to tell enough of the truth but not all of the truth to convince Aerith of her story (and I'm not sure if the Planet has imposed restrictions on her or if Tifa determines that it's wiser to keep as much under wraps as possible, like maybe her age because that would probably make Aerith more curious) and the more information that Aerith gets out of her, the more potentially awkward things become. Now maybe here's where things get both interesting and confusing for the characters. Because now you have the potential of knowledge corrupting the course of events, if not in the big picture, then in the details like interpersonal dynamics. If Tifa mentions something from her universe, it might bias decisions in this universe. Not to mention that Aerith is maybe falling for *this* Tifa who seems to know her so well, who is both somehow more carefree and more reserved in her presence, even as she becomes more and more aware that this woman isn't the Tifa she knows and who inhabits her universe. On top of that, now that Aerith knows this Tifa isn't from her universe, she has to contend with the knowledge she's probably definitely going to lose this woman as well. Meanwhile, Tifa, who has had such ups and downs in her own universe in the past months, whose interactions with her loved ones have been tinged with so much sorrow and grief and helplessness, maybe has been indulging in this world because there aren't any of the hangups, especially with Aerith. But because of this, Tifa kinda feels like she's cheating and has to constantly remind herself this isn't her Aerith, no matter how familiar this version feels. But Tifa can't help but luxuriate in this second, last chance at living. Do they hookup? I don't know. XD
The bottom line is that Tifa is there to ensure what happened in her own universe also happens in this universe: Aerith lives. Probably by making sure Aerith doesn't go off alone to pray. (Later in their lives Universe A Aerith told Tifa that she had planned to go alone to the city and, reflecting on it, they both recognize that would have been a Bad Idea.) As to what happens afterward, ah, well...
(Universe B Tifa is basically gonna miss out on this chunk of time and Universe B Aerith is gonna have to decide what to do with all the information she gleaned. I actually love the thought of Universe B uncovering that Universe A Aerith and Tifa are together and processing that and Universe A Tifa telling Universe B Aerith, "It wasn't easy. Aerith likes to say it was a lot of hard work--that she had to do on me." "... Was it?" "She doesn't contradict me when I say she's got me well trained.")
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ao3feed-avalance · 4 years
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Sara dies in the zombie apoclypse to save Ava.
Or: The one where Ava and Sara go through somthing and finally have time to talk about it.
Words: 1405, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F
Characters: Sara Lance, Ava Sharpe, Gideon (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)
Relationships: Sara Lance/Ava Sharpe
Additional Tags: set after 5x12, Mild Angst, cannon complient, Established Relationship, DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV) Season 5, Sara is allowed to have feelings
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Dragon Ball Z 252
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So this one opens with this unusual art style.   I always figured it was from Buu’s POV, but it’s not.   Actually, the narrator does all the talking over this part.
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Then it gets really dark, showing the wretched shape the world is in now that Buu’s wiped out 80% of the population.
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I’m not sure what the deal is with this shanty-town these people have set up.    The vibe I get is that Buu blows up every population center he finds, so I don’t see how there’d be enough survivors left to set up something like this.   Maybe these are all people who were traveling, and they came home to find there was nothing left, so they banded together to try to set up some kind of shelter.  
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Anyway, this is one of my favorite scenes from this arc, because they used the dub audio in the Toonami promo for DBZ in 2002.
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Basically, instead of the narrator explaining all the backstory, the dub had a radio newscaster do it instead, which tied in nicely with the footage of these frightened people scanning the dial for an update on the situation.     Buu’s killing everyone, and it doesn’t seem like anything can stop him.    There’s something audacious about the idea that these people would even bother trying to get a news broadcast in the midst of this sort of apoclypse.    Z stands for the end, but not yet.
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Anyway, the word gets out that there’s still someone left who can save the planet...
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Misterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Saaaaaaaaaatan ✌️😈✌️
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Meanwhile, on the Lookout, Dragon Team tends to Goten and Trunks injuries.  
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So, this is something I never thought about before.   Buu beat up Gotenks pretty bad, and then he defused into Goten and trunks, who also have scrapes and bruises on their individual bodies.    Trunks’ clothes are even shredded up a little, and I have no idea how that makes sense, since Gotenks has his own costume.   
What I’m driving at is that neither Goten nor Trunks has that swollen eye that Gotenks had at the end of the previous episode.   Best not to think about it too much.
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Then Piccolo gives them a pep talk and heals them anyway.    So why did Bulma bother putting all that iodine on Trunks?
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Back to Mr. Satan.   According to this episode, he’s been in an underground bunker, protected by armed guards, so that he could train safely throughout Buu’s onslaught.   I’m pretty sure this is the first time we see Satan in the manga after he won the 25th Budokai.     Of course, in the anime, he kept popping up telling people he would save them from Buu, so that flies in the face of him being in hiding the whole time.   Oh well.   
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Satan’s plan is to have these military-looking guys drop him off at Majin Buu’s house.   He starts out by calling Buu out, but he does it in a really low voice, and his escort thinks he’s got laryingitis, so he shouts for him.   
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Satan tells them to go on out of here, and they do, but he isn’t too happy to see them go.    That’s kind of the lonely nature of Mr. Satan.   He seems almost naked without an audience around to perform with, but at the same time, he get frustrated being around his fans because he has to keep up his invincible hero act.
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First, he sneaks up to the house, and when he finds no one inside, he starts getting cocky again, and talks about how Buu was too afraid to face him.    Oh, well, if Buu isn’t here, then he’s got a perfectly valid reason to leave, doesn’t he?    Then he starts kicking the shit out of the house, which I don’t really understand.
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Also, this.
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Then Buu actually shows up, and Mr. Satan shits a brick.
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But Mr. Satan came prepared.    Buu’s all set to turn him into candy, but he explains that he’s here to offer him presents.    First, he gives him a box of chocolates.    Buu doesn’t get it at first...
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But he tastes the candy, and decides that it’s actually better than the stuff he turns people into.   
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But this is no ordinary candy.   No, this is POISON CANDY.   In the Japanese version, the script leaves it at that.   It’s poisoned.    The dub specifies that it’s loaded with cyanide, enough “to kill a water buffalo”.   That’s the sort of off-beat humor where the dub just can’t be beat.   
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Unfortunately, the poison has no effect on Buu, and that may even be why he likes the taste of this stuff so much.    So on to plan B.
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Mr. Satan’s second gift is a “Game Poy”.  
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There’s even a Mr. Satan fighting game included, although Buu finds it too challenging.
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So he changes the cartridge to an easier game, Mr. Satan Tetris or something.  
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Ah, but this is no ordinary handheld video game.   This one is packed with explosives, and while Buu is busy playing, Mr. Satan sneaks off to a safe distance and...
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Blows him to smithereens!
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Or, not.    Buu doesn’t even realize that Mr. Satan tried to trick him.   He actually thinks the game was supposed to explode, and he likes it.   
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Buu then takes a liking to Mr. Satan, and decides to make him his “servant”.  He then reaches into his pants and gives Satan some of the candy he’s made from people.   
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Satan accepts, but spits the candy out when Buu isn’t looking.    Then he tries to hit him from behind with an elbow, but Buu doesn’t even feel it.
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In spite of these setbacks, Mr. Satan convinces Buu to pose for some photos with him standing over him.   He says it’s the new fashion in photography, and Buu doesn’t particularly care.
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I’m not sure where Mr. Satan’s head is right now.    He’s clearly went into this mission planning to trick Buu with poison and explosives, but none of that stuff worked, so what good will the photo do him?  I mean, if he ever managed to kill Buu, it would help convince people that he beat him up, but it’s useless if he doesn’t actually get rid of the guy.   
Also, who exactly is Mr. Satan trying to convince here?   80% of the population is dead.   He doesn’t know about the Dragon Balls, so as far as he’s concerned, they’re never coming back.   As for the other 20%, well, I think the world would never quite be the same after something like that.   Mr. Satan seems to be planning for a post-Buu era where he’s as big a celebrity as he was before, but I don’t think it would be that easy.   Anyway, why does he need a photo?   If Buu ever stopped killing people, everyone would give him the credit no matter what.    And at this point, he’s the only one trying right now, so if Buu ever does stop killing, it’ll be because of him.    He doesn’t need to trick his fans this time, but I guess he can’t stop thinking like a showman.
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Anyway, he still seems to have some tricks up his sleeve, because he offers to cook a meal for Buu.
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Meanwhile, on the Surpeme Kai Planet, the Elder Kai finishes his five (!) hour ceremony to amplify Gohan’s powers beyond their natural limits.    But that’s just the first stage.   Now comes the actual process of powering him up, which takes twenty (!!) hours.   At least Gohan gets to sit down for this part.
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Back on Earth, Mr. Satan cooks Buu dinner and gives him a bubbly sponge bath.   Who’s taking photos of this part?   This won’t help his public relations at all.
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But he seems confident that he can still pull this off somehow.   Yeah, he’s lulling him into a false sense of security.
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Or has Mr. Satan just gotten himself stuck?
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008.   our muses are traveling up north when they run into a community. after some time, they decide to communicate with the leader of the community to try and get a place to stay. but something about this place just doesn’t seem right (zombie apoclypse au/maybe solemate au too)
“I don’t trust this.” He whispers into his love’s ear. They had been given free room and board for agreeing to do a couple jobs.
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simpleb00x-writes · 4 years
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Chuck’s Angels (2)
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Warnings: language, mentions of past abusive relationship and PTSD!! Nothing too graphic in this chapter but just a warning.
Pairings: future dean x reader (next chapter .. maybe...)
A/N: sorry it took so long for me to get this out to you guys. I’ve been quite busy. Again, no time to edit it. Oops. Dean is an asshole in the chapter. But i have big plans for my next chapter! Fluffy smut? Fluffy angst? Just fluff? Guess you’ll have to wait and see!
Masterlist!!
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“Listen. I’m sure this is just a misunderstanding.” I said as the Winchesters led me to their car. At gunpoint. The car was really nice though. Dean snorted. “Yeah sure princess. Just get in the car.” He muttered. I held my hands up in defence and slid into the back seat. Dean took the drivers side and Sam took the passenger seat. “Can I at least ring my friend to tell her I won’t be back for a while? She gets nervous pretty quick and well - things get messy.” I said. “Whatever. Just make it quick.” Dean retorted, taking a sharp turn that made an old cup of coffee almost tip over. I hated that I noticed all these little things.
“Brooke? You there?” I asked into the phone. “Yeah, you almost done?” She replied. I sighed and looked at Dean through the rearview mirror, his green eyes pointed straight ahead at the road, his jaw clenched. “No not really. Listen, I won’t be home for a while.” I said. “What!? Y/N!!” Brooke shouted and I winced. “I - I have a friend to meet. In Iowa. It came up last minute, I’m sorry.” My voice was cracking and I was clearly upset. So clear that I got a look from Dean. “Oh... Iowa? As in.. you need me to-,” Brooke started. “Yes.” I whispered quietly. “Alright. Got it. Stay safe y/n.” She said before hanging up. Little did the Winchesters know.. Iowa was our code word for danger.
“So.. where are we going? Top secret base? Old warehouse? Don’t worry I settle in quite easily.” I said after almost three hours of silence. “Well right now it’s late. So we’re going to a motel and I’m having a drink.” Dean said in a condescending manner. I scoffed. “Alright then.” I said. Sam hadn’t said a word since the pharmacy. I knew everything about the Winchesters. Sam had (or has) demon blood in him. Dean is the true vessel for Michael, the archangel. He’s also hooked up with an angel called Anna. They’ve stopped the apoclypse. Probably more than one. And they have major family issues. Not to mention Sam’s girlfriend/fiance burning on the ceiling. The same way their mother died. I know so much more as well. They don’t know that I know any of these things, and I’m going to keep it that way. For all they know, I’m clueless.
About an hour later we pulled into a motel that actually looked quite nice. It had a bar with neon lights outside, matching the ones on the massive signs outside. The building was three stories tall and made of brick. By looking at it, I’d say there was at least fifty rooms. As I got out of the car, I became very aware of how I looked. Short dress, heels, briefcase. The two boys were wearing more casual attire, and it made me stick out like a sore thumb. Maybe I could convince them to let me buy something more comfortable. We’ll see.
Once inside, Sam went up and asked for two rooms. I looked around. Posters and pictures in fancy frames. We were in Nebraska. Which made sense, considering the pharmacy was in South Dakota. I knew we were travelling south. Maybe towards Kansas? Or Texas? God I hope it’s not Texas. That’s a long drive. I took a map and a brochure just in case. “Hey. Princess.” Dean said with a whistle. I glared at him. Sam lead us both up the stairs and to rooms 34 and 35. “They’re two double rooms. The guy said that’s all he can offer at the moment. So what’s the plan?” He asked.
“Well one of us has to go with Bernedette. Or else she’ll - you know - run for it.” Dean said. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “Wow. You know my name.” I scoffed. “Bite me.” He said without missing a beat. “Anyways. I agree with Dean. Who wants to stay with her?” Sam said. Dean stood and thought for a moment. Jesus, how much thinking has to go into this? “I will. You’re too soft Sammy. She’ll walk right over you.” He said after a while. “Okay. See you guys tommorow.” He said timidly as he gave Dean the keys. Dammit. At least if I was staying with Sam I had a chance. Dean was right about one thing, Sam did seem soft and I might be able to ‘woo’ him or something.
“M’lady.” Dean said as he opened the door for me. I scowled and walked in. The double bed took up most of the room, it had black sheets and the pillows were a dark crimson. There was a three seater sofa over to the right of the room, facing the regular sized television. On the left, a small kitchen and a dining table with black leather seats. The walls of the room were painted gray, and there was a door that I assumed led to the bathroom.
“Wow.” I said. Dean grumbled past me and threw his duffel bag onto the bed. “Yeah about that. What am I going to wear for the next while?” I asked. He sighed and sat on the sofa. “I dunno. We’ll stop at a shop tommorow. Tonight you can just borrow something. Or sleep in your underwear. I don’t mind.” He said. “You’re disgusting.” I said back. “No I’m pissed. I could be downstairs flirting with a perfectly dumb blonde, but no. I’m up here babysitting a member of a fucking girl gang! What are you guys anyways? Charlie’s Angels or some shit?” He barked.
His sudden aggression made me nervous. They took my blade a while back and that’s all I had to protect me. Sure, I was good at martial arts, but not that good. Not against a big guy like Dean. Have you seen the build he has? I tried to think of a responce, but I couldn’t. The more I kept looking at Dean sitting on the couch, the more memories it brought back. The more I began remembering the more I began panicking and soon I wasn’t the brave smart-ass chick I was in the car. I was y/n y/l/n. The girl troubled by her abusive boyfriend of three years. The girl who was so broken and so alone. That was before Bernette Hill came along. That is who I am now. Bernette Hill, the ass kicking, bad guy fighting, leader of nations. That was me.
I felt the tears starting to brew. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. “I - I’m going to take a shower.” I said quietly. I was in the bathroom and had the door slammed behind me before Dean could say anything. I turned the shower on and stripped. Tears dripping down my body. I couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t had a meltdown like this in months. And of course. Now would have to be time. Marigold told me it was PTSD. That agressive men made triggered me and that I couldn’t handle it. I wasn’t sure about that. But I guess it makes sense.
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@absolutelyrecklcss​ from their wishlist, apocalyptic rp ideas 
muse is pregnant and basically hunting for prenatal vitamins and maternity clothes
“I found some clothes, but you’d be surprised exactly how little vitamins are left after the dead started walking.” Hunter chuckled dryly, looking at the woman for a moment, “Who knew people were still making babies in the zombie apoclypse?” he asked dryly, grinning as he put the clothes down on the table in front of her, “I’l make another run tomorrow, but it’s getting dark out and I don’t want to risk being out at night.”
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elliesgaymachete · 6 years
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The Last of Us (Part III)
A Sanvers - The Last of Us/Zombie Apoclypse AU. You don’t need to be familiar with the game to read!
Alex and Kara arrive at the Fireflies base of operations, but things don’t go according to plan.  In order to escape, they need Maggie’s help.
part i //  part ii // ao3
Part III: The Choice
They left before sunrise the next day.  Alex had given up on fixing the air conditioning and with any luck they’d be out of the desert by the time the day’s heat settled in.
The drive was long, it felt endless, until the scenery started to change.  There were more mountains, more green trees and patches of grass, even a few small bodies of water.
“Com Totah,” Kara mused with a chuckle.
“What?”
“That’s what the sign says,” Kara pointed out the green sign on the side of the road.  “Com Totah.”
‘Welcome to Utah’ is what the sign originally said, many years ago, but the letters had faded over time.
“Com Totah,” Alex chucked. “That’s funny.  I think we’ve been on the road too long.”
“Probably.”
As they drove deeper into the state of Utah, Alex grew more and more anxious of her imminent encounter with the Fireflies—with Maggie, if she was still alive.
“Do you think this is going to work?” Kara asked, her voice small and concerned.
“What, the cure?”
Kara nodded.
“I think it’s the best chance we’ve had in a long time.”
“Good,” Kara said, a sad smile on her lips.
Silence fell between them again.  Alex could tell there was something on Kara’s mind, but she didn’t want to press.
“I wasn’t the only one who got bit,” Kara piped up after a while.
Alex glanced over at her for a moment.  Her eyes were sad.  It seemed to be something she didn’t talk about very often.
“My best friend,” Kara muttered.  “Winn. He was with me.”
Alex cleared her throat. She wasn’t very good at being comforting but when Kara looked so sad and helpless she was sure as hell going to try. “What happened?”
“We snuck out to the mall,” she said.  “It was just on the border of our Quarantine Zone.  We’d been there dozens of times before.  We thought it was safe.  He—he figured out how to get the power on so we got to see all the lights and everything. It was incredible!”  A tear fell from her eyes.  “But I think the lights and sound—that’s what brought them. There were so many, and we both got bit.”
Alex pursed her lips. She stayed silent, letting Kara gather herself before she continued.
“We were just going to wait it out, but when he turned and I was still—still me, I had to…” Kara sobbed.
Alex didn’t know where she was but she pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned off the engine.  “Shh,” she wrapped her arms around Kara and pulled her into a tight hug.  “It’s not your fault.”
  It was early afternoon as they approached their destination.  Alex could see the city outlined on the horizon growing closer and closer.  They passed by buildings more frequently as they entered the outskirts of the city. And they were running dangerously low on gas.
“If we can just make it a little further,” Alex said, “it won’t be too long of a walk into the city.”
“I’m fine with just sitting here until we’re out of fuel if it means I don’t have to…” Kara trailed off mid-sentence.  “What was that?”
“What was what?” Alex’s eyes were on the road and she didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.  She turned to find Kara facing the passenger window, pointing into city streets with her eyes wide.
“I thought I saw something.”
“We’ve been on the road a while,” Alex said.  “It’s probably nothing.”
“Yeah, sure.”
A few minutes later, a distant snarling sound grew closer.  “Do you hear that?” Alex asked.
“Uh-huh.”
Alex looked behind them to see a horde of infected chasing after their car.  “Fuck.”  She stepped on the gas, doing her best to maneuver around broken cars and debris that littered the streets.
After a moment, they realized that the car was beginning to slow down.
Kara pointed out the driver window and yelped, “Shit, Alex, look out!”
Another group of infected came at them from the left, and the car wasn’t going fast enough for them to outrun them all.  At this rate, they’d be out of gas in a couple blocks.
“Come on,” Alex muttered to herself, pressing down harder on the gas.  “Come on, you can do this.  We’re almost downtown.”
“Alex,” Kara pointed at the hazard button that Lena told them to use in an emergency.  “It’s now or never.”
Alex gripped the wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white.  “Hit it.”
The moment Kara pressed the button, the Jeep lurched forward, carrying them down the street faster than before.  Alex looked behind them and she thought she saw flames coming from underneath the car. Lena, what did you do?
They zoomed forward, out of reach of the infected, and it carried them further and further.
The car started to slow down, but not by much.  Alex noticed at the end of the road, a semi-truck had fallen into the street, blocking their way.  “Shit.” She pressed on the brakes and it slowed a bit, but they were still barreling right toward the side of the truck.
“Kara, we’re going to have to jump.”
“What?!”
“We’ll be fine!  Just before it hits the truck up ahead we should be slow enough that we can land safely.”  I hope, Alex thought.  It was their only shot.
Alex unbuckled her seatbelt. Kara followed suit.  They each unlocked their doors and kept a hand resting on the handle.
“You ready?” Alex asked.
“Nope,” Kara said.
They shot closer and closer to the truck, the car slowing down ever so slightly on the way. “Almost,” Alex muttered as she watched the truck grow closer, larger, in her eyes.  “NOW!”
Simultaneously they flung their doors open and hurled themselves out of the vehicle just before it crashed into the side of the car.  Alex landed on her side and rolled to absorb the impact, but a pain shot through her left wrist.  It hurt, but the pain was manageable and she could easily ignore it.  She got up, dusted herself off, and looked around. No sign of Kara.
“Kara?” she called out, waving a hand through the air to clear the dust and smoke.  “KARA!”
A cough came from the thick the smoke.  Alex ran in blindly until she caught a glimpse of blonde hair.
“I’m ok,” Kara said. She coughed some dust out of her lungs. “That was kinda fun.”
Alex breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Kara into her arms.  She hugged her tight.
The dust soon cleared and they saw the jeep was smashed against the side of the truck.  They would not have survived that impact.
“Good thing we jumped,” Alex mused.  “Come here, I’ll boost you up.”
Alex lifted Kara and helped her climb onto the top of the truck, and she followed quickly after. They stood, observing the view, figuring out a plan of action.
Salt Lake City was a mess. The ground ahead of them was overturned, and further on in the distance, the streets were flooded.  Alex couldn’t tell how far or how deep it went.  No infected in sight, yet.  At least that was some good news.
She also spotted in the distance a large building with a cross and silver reflecting windows.  The sign read ‘St. Mary’s Hospital.’
“There,” Alex pointed it out.  “That’s where we’re headed.”
“And how do you suggest we get there?” Kara asked.  “I can’t swim, remember?”
Alex pursed her lips. “Do you trust me?”
“Would I have jumped out of a moving vehicle for you if I didn’t?”
“Touché,” Alex mused. She pointed to the cars lined up deeper into the water.  “We can jump from car to car until we get to that porch.  From there, I’ll lift you up to the fire escape that goes along that whole building.  Then we climb higher and go from there?”
Kara looked nauseous at the thought of going that close to this very large body of water. “Alright,” she gulped.  “Lead the way.”
Alex hopped down from the truck and landed on her feet, splashing in the puddle of shallow water on the ground.  Kara landed next to her a moment later.  Alex climbed on top of a cab that was halfway submerged in the water and helped Kara up with her.  From the cab, she leapt to the bed of a truck.  The truck was tilted forward and gave slightly under the impact of her jump.
“Careful here,” she called out to Kara.
Kara nodded and jumped. The truck bed sunk into the water just a little more.
They leapt from car to car with no problem, except for the slight tremble and momentary fear it would collapse into the water each time they landed.  Alex wasn’t sure what the car was resting on, but she couldn’t even see the bottom from here.  She took a deep breath.  One more jump and they were at the porch.
“You first this time,” Alex said, stepping aside for Kara to jump to the porch.
When Kara jumped, the weight of the car shifted, and it immediately toppled backward into the water.
“Alex!” Kara shouted.
Alex lost her footing and felt herself being dragged down with it.  She took a breath and held it just before she was submerged.
Alex quickly shot to the side to avoid weight of the car pulling her down to the bottom.  The water was dark and murky, but she could see well enough.  She spun underwater toward the porch.
Something brushed against Alex’s leg.  She looked down to see an infected reaching out to grab her.  Alex squealed underwater, letting out some of her breath, and kicked it away.  She swam as fast as she could to the surface, broke for air, and paddled her way to meet Kara on the porch.
“Alex, are you ok?” Kara asked.  She helped pull Alex onto the curb to sit.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Alex muttered.  “In the water, there’s…”  Alex trailed off as she saw the surface bubbling about five feet away.  She scurried away from the edge of the water, but all that floated up was the lifeless body of an infected.  When Alex realized it wasn’t moving, she sighed in relief.  “It’s dead.”
Alex wiped her dripping hair away from her face and picked herself up off the ground.
“Do you need a minute?” Kara asked.  “We can stop for a second.”
Alex shook her head. “No, I’m fine.  Let’s go.”  She marched to the end of the porch just underneath the fire escape and gestured Kara over.
Kara frowned, but followed. She stepped on Alex’s hands and reached up for the ladder, which came down easily.  Alex climbed up after her.
Another building’s fire escape was about five feet away, and it would get them much closer to their destination if they could get there.
“Think you can make that jump?” Alex asked.
“No problem,” Kara said confidently.
She climbed over the railing and jumped to the next building with ease.  Alex was impressed.  “Nice one.”
Alex followed suit and by the time she made it over, Kara was already jumping for the ladder to climb up to the next level.  “Almost got it,” Kara grunted.  She jumped again, hands extended above her head, fingertips barely brushing the rusted handle.  “Come on.” She jumped once more and this time, her fingers wrapped around the handle and pulled it down with some struggle.
With a triumphant grin, Kara began to climb.  Alex stepped on the bottom rungs to follow her and the moment she did, there was a deafening creak as the rusted ladder jolted, losing some support from the top. Kara gasped and clung on tighter.
“Shit,” Alex muttered. “Kara, you okay?”
“Uhh, it’s loose up here,” Kara called back.  “One side is completely off the hinges.”
“How far are you from the platform?”  Alex glanced up but couldn’t get a good view of how close Kara was.  She was too scared any sudden movement would send the whole thing crashing down.
Kara was silent for a moment as she stretched her arms toward the platform, toward safety, but as she did, the ladder creaked again and shifted a little more.  “Uhh, not close enough!”
“Kara, it’ll be ok. Can you jump for it?”
“But then the ladder will give!” Kara exclaimed.  “How will you get up?”
Alex shook her head. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll find another way.”
“But Alex—”
“Kara, we don’t have another choice.”
Kara didn’t have a response to that.  She took a deep breath and jumped for it.
The rusty metal screeched as the ladder gave way underneath them.  Alex was close enough to land back on the bottom platform, and Kara was able to clutch onto the edge of the next one, her feet dangling five feet above Alex’s head.
“You’ve got this Kara,” Alex reassured.  “Just pull yourself up and I’ll find a way to get up to you.”
“Ok,” Kara said, her voice shaken with nerves.  She groaned as she lifted herself onto the next platform.  It was slow progress, but she managed to pull herself up and onto the ledge.
Alex breathed a sigh of relief a moment too soon.
As soon as Kara’s full weight was on the platform, another deafening metal scrape sounded.  The old metal gave way, bars snapped, and Kara went tumbling off the edge, past Alex, and down into the water.  The platform itself fell just behind her with a resounding splash that echoed off the walls.
“KARA!”
She can’t swim.
That was Alex’s only thought as she dove in after the girl.
Where is she?  The water was so dark and dirty.  Alex followed the sinking platform to the bottom, hoping Kara wasn’t caught underneath.
She swam deeper and deeper. The water pressure burned her ears the deeper she went, and finally, she caught sight of blonde hair reflecting in the sun and drifting in the open water.
The strap of her backpack was caught on rebar sticking out of a slab of concrete.  Alex pulled it away and held Kara in her arms.  She kicked her way to the surface.  Her lungs burned with the need for oxygen.  She could see the surface reflecting the sun; it grew closer and closer.  She was almost there.
Alex sucked in breaths of air the moment she broke through.  She searched for someplace, some surface that was flat and sturdy and large enough to hold them both.
There, Alex saw it.  There was a park nearby where the waterline ended.  She swam her way toward the green grass, kicking to propel them forward.  Carrying Kara, Alex didn’t have much use of her arms.
“Come on, Kara,” Alex muttered, looking at the girl in her arms who still hadn’t stirred.  “You’re going to be fine.”
Finally, she made it to the grass.  She dragged Kara away from the water and checked for a pulse.
Nothing.
“No, don’t do this!”
Alex took a moment to calm herself.  Her hands were shaking.  Her head still hurt due to a lack of oxygen.  But Kara Zor El was not dying on her watch.
She began chest compressions.  One, two, three, four, five, six…  Alex counted them all.  No change.  She tilted Kara’s head back, squeezed her nostrils and blew two breaths into her mouth. Kara’s chest rose and fell as the air entered her lungs.
“Come on,” she muttered. “Wake up.”
Alex repeated the cycle again, with no change.
“WAKE UP,” Alex sobbed, “Kara, please!”
Alex didn’t even hear the sound of footsteps approaching from behind.
“Step away from the girl and put your hands behind your head.”
Alex ignored them.
The click of a gun made Alex hesitate, just for a moment.  “She’s not breathing,” Alex said.
“Step. Away.”
“I’m trying to save her life!”
“Ma’am if you don’t put your hands above your head by the count of three I’m going to have to shoot.”
Alex continued her compressions.
“One.”
She gave two more breaths. Alex heard distantly the sound of new footsteps approaching.
“Two.”
Checked her pulse again. Was Alex imagining the faintest heartbeat?
“Three.”
“Hold your fire!”  Alex froze. That voice.  “I know her.”
Alex didn’t want to believe it.  She turned her head and looked up to see the same wide eyes, dark hair, and dimpled smile from six years ago.  “Maggie?”
The face of an angel was the last thing Alex saw before the butt of a rifle knocked her in the head and she blacked out, unconscious.
  Alex’s head throbbed. Her eyes were heavy.  She sucked in a breath.  Okay, I’m alive, she thought. That’s a start.  Slowly she wrenched her eyes open.
She was in a hospital bed. That was weird.  The white, sterile room around her was disconcerting. Her backpack was gone.  Something else was missing too.  Alex, suddenly wide awake, shot up out of bed.
“Kara?” she called out, looking around.  “Kara!”
“You’re up,” came a small voice from the corner.
Maggie Sawyer sat hunched over in a chair, eyes on the ground.
“Maggie, where is Kara?”
“I missed you too, Danvers.”
“I need you to tell me where she is right now or I swear to god—”
“It’s too late, Alex!” Maggie shouted, jumping up from her seat, finally looking up at Alex with tears in her eyes.
“What are you talking about?” Alex frowned, confused.
“We analyzed her bite, after we stabilized her,” Maggie said, voice grim.  “That’s why you brought her here, I’m guessing?”  Alex nodded.  “When we realized she wasn’t infected we ran a full body scan and found that there is a small part of her brain that has the infection, but it hasn’t progressed past that, like it’s stuck.  Her body has been able to work around it.  It’s…incredible.”  She sighed. “In order to study this and make a cure, Lillian says we need to—to remove that part of her brain.”
Alex’s eyes were wide, scared.  “But if you remove that then she—she’ll…”
“She’ll die.” Maggie’s eyes were empty, sad. “She’s being prepped for surgery as we speak.”
Alex’s eyes turned forward in a piercing glare.  She jumped up from her bed, stormed over to Maggie, and shoved her hard.  “How could you let this happen?!”
“You think I want this to happen?” Maggie asked.
“That doesn’t matter,” Alex said.  “Not doing anything to stop it is just as bad.  Helping the Fireflies when this is what they do?  It’s bad, Maggie.  How could you let this happen again?!”
Maggie’s face fell, and she grew quiet.  “Alex, I—”
“Save it.”
“I didn’t know!” Maggie yelled.  “Not until after we left, and by then it was too late for me to go back.  And even if I had known, I was seventeen.  Do you really think they would’ve listened to some kid?  I’m sorry about what happened to your mom and I wish I could change that, but I can’t. I think about that every day.” Alex felt her eyes brimming with tears. “And I tried to stop this, okay? I saw how much you care about her.”
Alex wiped a tear from her cheek.   “Y—you tried to stop them?”
“Why else do you think I’m locked in here with you?”
Alex frowned.  She walked over to the door and jiggled the handle. Locked.  “Fuck.”
There was a window. She tried to peek through but blinds from the outside were obscuring everything on the other side.  Alex turned back to the room and looked around. What could she use?  What would work?
“What are you looking for?” Maggie asked.
Alex climbed up onto the dresser and grabbed the old-fashioned TV hanging from the wall. She pulled away the wires, got a good grip on it and gave it a strong tug.  The arm holding it up broke loose and she staggered and carried it down.
“This,” Alex said, and chucked it through the window.
Glass shattered and sprayed across the floor.  A thunderous alarm began blaring through the building.
Alex turned back to Maggie, hope in her heart.  “Will you help me?”
Maggie smirked, then pulled out a small revolver she had hidden in her jacket.  “Ride or die,” she said.
Alex and Maggie climbed through the window together.
Alex stood up, taking in her surroundings.  They were in a hospital hallway, surrounded by standard rooms.  Alex didn’t even know where to start looking.
“We don’t have long before they find us here,” Maggie said.  “This way.”  She ran down the hall and rounded the corner.  “Your things are probably in the breakroom on the floor.  We get your weapons back and we might stand a chance.”
“And where is Kara?” Alex asked as she jogged behind Maggie, keeping up with her pace.
“The surgical wing is on the third floor.  That’s where she’ll be.” Maggie stopped before she rounded another corner and signaled for Alex to wait.  She took a quick look around the corner.  “Wait here,” Maggie whispered.  “On my signal, come join me.”
“What’s the signal?”
Instead of replying, Maggie jumped around the corner and fired two shots from her gun.  She heard the dull thud of a body hit the floor.
“Let’s go, Danvers.”
“Was that the signal?” Alex asked as she followed Maggie around the corner.  Maggie stepped out of the room with Alex’s backpack in hand, and all her weapons intact.  She handed it over and grabbed the assault rifle from the hands of the dead guard for herself.
“Stairs are this way,” Maggie said, and took off running again.
The sound of fast footsteps approached from behind.  They were almost to the end of the hallway when a voice shouted, “STOP!”  Alex dove to the floor when she heard the hail of gunfire beginning.  These guys had some nasty weapons.  Maggie grabbed her by the shirt and dragged her into the nearest room for cover.
“Stairs are at the end of the hall,” Maggie frowned.  “We have to get past these fuckers.”
Alex peeked out the window to see the guards approaching quickly.  “They’re coming!” she said.  “Take cover.”
Maggie positioned herself behind the counter while Alex dove under the hospital bed.  “The door is small, we can bottleneck them and take them out one by one.”  She aimed her assault rifle at the door and waited.
Alex was closer to the door so she loaded her shotgun and got out a box of bullets, setting it on the ground next to her, ready to reload.
The door opened and all hell broke loose.  Maggie unleashed a storm of bullets, taking down a few guys until the clip ran out.
As soon as she stopped firing to reload, Alex took her shotgun, aimed at the next guy to walk in, and pulled the trigger.  BOOM. The kick of the gun bruised her shoulder, but all it took was one shot for the guard to stagger forward, dead. BOOM.  Another guard down.  She replaced the bullets just in time for the next two guys to come in.  BOOM.  BOOM.  As Alex loaded two more bullets, one slipped out of her hand, clinked against the ceramic floor, and rolled out from under the bed. Shit.
Alex grabbed another bullet from the box, but before she could load it, a hand wrapped around her ankle and pulled her out from under the bed.  Alex kicked him to no avail.  He picked her up and grabbed her around the neck until—BANG!
Maggie’s revolver was in her hands, smoking from the shot she just fired through his head.  Alex wrenched herself out of the guard’s grip and pulled herself to her feet.
“That was the last one,” Maggie said.  “Quick, before more come after us.”
They left the room and ran down the hall to the stairwell.
Maggie led the way up the stairs.  They climbed up two flights of stairs to the third floor.  The door was closed and there was no window, so Alex pressed her ear to the door.  It was very muffled, but she heard the familiar patter of combat boots on the floor.
“Footsteps,” she muttered. “Not sure how many.  How do you want to do this?”
Maggie pulled something from her pocket—a grenade.  She pulled the pin and tossed it out the door.  Alex’s jaw dropped.
A few seconds later when the loud BANG went off, a large cloud of smoke immediately filtered into the room.
“Smoke grenade, nice.”
“Come on, we only have a few seconds.”
Alex covered her mouth with a bandana, and Maggie pulled on a surgical mask she had swiped from a room. They crept into the room.  They couldn’t see through the smoke very well, but they were at least more prepared than these guards had been.
It looked like there were about four guards stationed here, all coughing and covering their eyes. Alex reached into her boot for a dagger.  She gestured to Maggie that she would take the two on the left and they took off in different directions.
Alex crept up behind one guard who was hunched over coughing.  She grabbed his arm, twisted it behind his back, and slit his throat.  Warm blood poured out of his neck, covering her hands; she dropped his body to the ground.
As Alex turned around, the second guard had noticed her.  He coughed into his arm, and then came toward her.  Alex was ready.  She waited until he was close enough, then as he lunged for her, Alex stuck her knife directly into his eye and twisted.  He groaned in pain and blindly swung at Alex with his fists.  Just for good measure, she kicked him in the balls and rammed her knife into his other eye repeatedly until he fell to the floor, motionless.
By now, the smoke had pretty much cleared and Maggie had also taken down her two guards.
“There’s only two functioning operating rooms on the floor,” Maggie explained.  “One in the east wing and one in the west wing.  We can each take one to cover more ground.  Once we find her, we’ll meet at the elevators and head down to the parking garage.  We can steal a car and get out of here.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Alex nodded.  “I’ll go east.”
“Then I’ll take the west.”
Alex turned on her heel and headed in her direction.
“Hey, Danvers,” Maggie’s voice came from behind, stopping Alex in her tracks.  She turned her head to see Maggie, feet still planted where she left her.  “Stay safe, ok?”
Alex pursed her lips and nodded.  “You too.”
The surgical wing was mostly empty as Alex jogged through the halls, following signs for Operating Room C.  As she grew closer, she heard distant voices.
“…fully prepped and ready. Any last-minute needs before we begin?”
“As long as there’s no chance the girl will wake up I think we’re ready to go.”
Alex took off in a dead sprint, following the voices to a room tucked away in a far corner of the hospital.  With no hesitation she kicked open the door to find three startled-looking medical professionals about to cut into Kara’s skull.
The anesthesiologist cowered in the corner as Alex stepped into the room, reaching for the pistol at her hip.  The nurse stood frozen, wide-eyed, hands trembling as she held the surgical saw that she was about to give to the surgeon.  The surgeon, however nervous, stood tall.
“I—I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you t—to leave,” he said.  “This is a cl—closed operation.”
Alex didn’t say a word as she raised her gun and fired a bullet into his brain.  The anesthesiologist screamed.  Alex pointed her gun to the nurse instead.
“Turn off the saw and put it down.”  She obliged quickly.  “Now go in the corner with your friend.”  She backed into the corner and crouched next to the other woman.  “Don’t be a hero,” Alex said, and holstered her gun.
She quickly turned to the operating table where Kara lay, unconscious.  Alex removed the anesthesia mask from her face, and swooped Kara up into her arms.  The girl wasn’t too heavy, so Alex was easily able to pick her up and carry her out of the room.  She closed the door behind her to hopefully deter the two she left alive from following, at least a little bit longer.
Alex ran as fast as she could with the dead weight of Kara’s unconscious body in her arms.  “You’re okay Kara,” she muttered, hoping Kara could hear her.  “Everything’s going to be okay.”
She followed signs to the elevator, hoping she was headed in the right direction.  She hadn’t run into any guards yet, so she was lucky.
The signs led her down the halls and around another corner.  As she rounded the bend, she saw the elevator in the middle of this hall and breathed a sigh of relief.  A moment later, Alex felt a sharp pain and a warm, wet sensation in her side.  She didn’t even register the gunshot until Kara had slipped out of her arms as Alex fell to her knees.
Alex’s vision was dark, and blurry, her side was on fire, she could feel her own heartbeat throbbing in her head.  She reached out blindly, grasping for Kara, holding onto her for dear life as two more gunshots rang out.
Instead of more pain, though, Alex instead felt strong, steady hands grasping at her arms, pulling her up.
“Alex, look at me.”  Maggie’s soft voice pierced through the darkness, and Alex wrenched her eyes open.  She found Maggie’s eyes looking into her own, she felt calloused hands on her cheeks. Maggie’s voice felt so far away, but she could hear it just enough.  “Alex stay with me.  Just a few yards to the elevator.  I can’t carry you and Kara at the same time.”
Alex grabbed Maggie’s arms and tightened her grip, pulling herself up off the floor.  It was like the world was moving in slow motion, but Maggie’s voice was there to ground her.
“There we go,” Maggie said. “Lean on me if you need.”  Maggie scooped Kara up into her arms.  Alex kept her grip on Maggie’s shoulder as she led her slowly down the hall toward the elevator.
Maggie pressed the button, and the doors immediately opened.  Alex all but fell through the doors, finding herself on the ground, clutching her side.
“Shit,” Maggie cursed.
In Alex’s blurry vision she saw a large cluster of soldiers file into the hallway.
The elevator doors began to close behind them.
A storm of gunfire sounded. Alex’s head sank to the floor, and her vision went dark.
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crazyintheeast · 6 years
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I have a hard time taking A Quiet Place seriously Part 1
First of you live in an post Apolcaypse world and you all go on a family walk to the city ? Seriously? You take a fucking small child who can’t keep it together for five seconds and it’s too stupid to basically live?
And then after he nearly kills them all twice they still leave him without any supervision and staying at the back? At this age my mom wouldn’t let me out of my sight even in the safest place in the world and here they basically ignore him in a place where every sound means dead?
And of course she got knocked up. Who the hell gets knocked up in a post apoclypse? When you are in such situation you get condoms, the pill, the day after pill you triple lock this shit. And if you can’t find protection well her husband has fingers and a mouth right? It’s not all about the dick Emily Blunt. You can live without the dick
So the monsters are not only blind but don't have a sense of smell as well? Cause fish stinks like hell when you cook it
Why...why the fuck would you have candles they clearly have enough electricity to power a small village? Seriously it’s a wooden house. It’s the candle aesthetic really worth you life
If this “armor” doesn’t translate into the monster being literally Superman tough I can’t buy that this blind, noseless piece of shit poses any threat to humanity but let’s see
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toxicbolts · 6 years
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how about junkrat and roadhog meeting in a non apoclypse scenerio? like an au where the omnium didnt explode, how would they meet?
oh my, there are lots of those i think. i’m not super fond of aus, i’m more fond of canon deviations, but when i think about it, i think they would probably meet in the same bar. junkertown wouldnt be junkertown, but still, you get what i mean. they meet in a gay bar, they “click” together, they become friends and start dating some time after
so, like, things would be different, but also have similarities
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syphiria · 7 years
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Makai Ouji Pillar 88 Translation
Thank you imey-chan, for the RAW.
Enjoy!
1 [Volume 14 is now on sale! A special edition containing a special booklet ‘Weekly Heaven’ is also on sale!]
2 K: Young Master W: Ugh… I’ll save you…… All of you……
3 K: …… (Aa I thought, it was an over drastic measure At this rate, his body won’t hold…) SFX release (I must stop it) SFX grab M: Stop it K: !?
4 Please let go I will no longer listen to your orders M: Even you won’t remain unscathed if you go You should try remembering what you did to Solomon back then M: Something laudable from you is great Is this you trying to atone? M: Atone?
5 ……I see So even a word like that exists in this world K: ? M: Uriel -if in the case that I return to Heaven and am reinstated… I will grant you my wings K: !!
6 K: Wha… What nonsense After all that has happened, you are saying that something like that is possible? Plus, the wings you have now are unable to reach Heaven M: You think it’s impossible? K: !? M: For someone like me!! Are you seriously saying that it’s impossible!?
7 W: Nn… M: He’s back K: Young Master! W: -Haah!!! K: -Welcome back, Young Master W: Kevin… (and) Micha…el…?
8 Baalberith followed Solomon for Sitri and refused to sleep for a long time K: ……Then he is truly Gabriel’s- M: In order to seal Sitri’s power Baalberith has probably been using his own magic continuously But now that’s declined, he’s on the brink of death
9 K: So then Baalberith trying to make Sitri the Emperor was W: Probably so that even when he disappears Sitri would be able to remain in Hell (But Sitri doesn’t know that!) SFX stand I’m going to Hell All: !?
10 W: Sitri…… No I will stop all counterproductive conflicts M: SFX haha Words as expected from William Twining [That’s right, he is no longer Solomon Perhaps I have been waiting for this moment For a human who outright opposes the natural law of the world Including us Four Horsemen, to be born-!]
11 Then your destination has been decided Purgatory, “to the chasm between life and death” – GD members: EL ELOHIM ELOHO ELOHIM SEBAOTH ELION EIECH ADIER EIECH ADONAI JAH SADAI TETRAGRAMMATON SADAI
12 Since the dawn of history, humans have utilised all sorts of methods to open the door to Hell However, research into how to return from Hell has not progressed It’d be great for the mechanisms behind that to be made clear but… W: […That’s right, either Dantalion or Camio was by my side before It wouldn’t be strange if something happens right in the middle of this predicament] I: William! You must make it back…! W: Of course
13 Who’s going to renew the record of the this country’s youngest Prime Minister if I’m gone EL ELOHIM ELOHO ELOHIM SEBAOTH ELION EIECH ADIER EIECH ADONAI JAH SADAI TETRAGRAMMATON SADAI AGIOSO THEOS ISCHIROS ATHANATON AGLA AMEN…… W: (That is-!)
14 J: “Do what is right for God” It is what I’ve done in order to crown Charles VII king The voice of God is my voice…
15 G: The voice of God is… Say Do you remember this? J: It’s a hat from St. Catherine’s Day, how nostalgic Why do you have it Marshal Laval? G: You, what are you doing!
16 J: Well Since it’s St. Catherine’s Feast Day, I should be a saint G: It’s actually a festival where unmarried women pray to St. Catherine to give them men J: !! G: SFX haha
17 Heh heh… Try guessing one day J: …Laval What do you want to show me, bringing me to a place like this?
18 G: We’re getting a bird’s-eye view of the demise of the people who treated us like pawns (For this) For this very moment, I have been feigning my position in Hell for five hundred years It’s a wonderful view
19 The long-awaited for ‘Tel Megiddo’!
20 D: …Lucifer
21 You had decided since the very beginning that your sucessor would be Solomon The reason that you have not yet appointed a successor is because you have been waiting for him to come to Hell out of his own volition L: …… D: But now your lifespan is on the verge of being spent first So you purposely used Samael to search for Solomon’s soul’s whereabouts [He was also aware that Barton killed William’s father so he kept an eye out]
22 (to see whether Solomon would choose Barton or William as his vessel!) G: (hmm) So the substitute king the war even the Four Horsemen of the Apoclypse are all just pawns in a game to the Emperor L: ……
23 D: Answer me, Lucifer! Why do you remain silent! Tsk
24 SFX BOOM SFX BAM D: (Wha……) [The one who stands in the way is!?]
Translation note (@imey-chan, you don’t need to include this; it’s just some context for those interested)
The chants used in this chapter are derived from names in the Conjurations in the Lesser Key of Solomon. The spellings the author chose to use differ from the original and the order has been mixed up a bit, so I decided to leave the text as is. For those who are interested, here’s the original: ‘…ADONAI, EL, ELOHIM, ELOHI, EHYEY ASHER EHYEY, ZABAOTH, ELION, IAH, TETRAGRAMMATON, SHADDAI, ENAY…’ (First Conjuration) ‘…ISCHYROS, ATHANATOS, PARACLETOS: OD DO THEOS, ICTROS, ATHANATOS…’ (Second Conjuration)
As always, please feel free to point out any mistakes.
Isaac’s Undercover Section coming up next.
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