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[wannabespacesmuggler]

D.D. | Shane's Girl

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Summary: Daryl Dixon knows he shouldn’t be thinking about you when he’s alone at night in his tent. Hell, he shouldn’t even be looking at you throughout the day. You’re not his. You’re Shane’s girl. But Daryl doesn’t like the way Shane treats you. And he certainly doesn’t like how you’re forced to play ‘loving girlfriend’ to a man with eyes for another woman at the camp.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Shane Walsh sucks

Word Count: 1.2K

Author’s Note: Thanks for the continued love on this lil fic. I love them. The connection they are creating with one another is so sweet and I cannot wait to continue writing for these two idiots. Shane of course continues to be a dick and will only get worse. We're getting closer to the start of the show. I won't be retelling the entire series in this fic. Just snippets of their life together -- the show will fill in the gaps in a way. Anyway, let me know what you guys think of this one, if you want to be added to the taglist, or just want to ask me a question.

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You don’t consider yourself a jealous girlfriend; however, as you watch Shane and Lori from across the camp, you cannot help the rage that begins to simmer in your chest. The feeling makes you nauseous. You adore Lori. She’s always been like an older sister to you -- the senior girl who took you under her wing during your freshman year of high school. So the problem isn’t Lori. No, it’s the way Shane is looking at Lori. His face practically lights up with affection and warmth as he listens to her -- a stark contrast to the Shane you’ve become accustomed to since the dead started walking. 

“Hey, uhm. Is everything okay?”

Glenn’s soft voice cuts through your rising temper, startling you. You look up at him with wide eyes for a second, before attempting to pull yourself together. If anyone in camp knew the exact thoughts running through your head right now, you’d be humiliated. You take a deep breath before giving Glenn a polite smile. 

“Of course. Why do you ask?”

Glenn shifts awkwardly on his feet. You haven’t really had a chance to get to know to know Glenn. You could probably count on one hand how many times the two of you have interacted since he joined the camp. For the first few weeks, you assumed he didn’t like you. However, Amy informed you that his avoidance is nothing personal -- it’s just that Shane terrifies him and you’re an extension of that fear. This seems to be a common problem for you around camp. People seem intimidated by you due to your proximity to the camp’s self-proclaimed leader. It’s infuriating and isolating. 

“It’s just… those are my favorite pair of jeans.”

You look down at the wash basin in front of you. You’d been so distracted by your own thoughts, that you’d completely forgotten about the clothes you were washing. As your mind continued to race, your hands began moving on their own accord with just as much ferocity. Your face flushes as you stare at Glenn’s jeans that you damn near scrubbed a hole into.

“Sorry, Glenn. Just zoned out for a second.”

Glenn gives you a kind smile, seemingly content with your answer.

“Don’t worry about it. Happens to everyone.”

He shrugs nonchalantly before wandering off towards Dale. You let out a relieved sigh once he’s out of earshot. Deciding that Glenn’s clothing has been through enough torment today, you pull his garments out of the wash basin and move to pin them up on a clothesline. As you attach the last article of clothing, you hear footsteps approaching you from behind. Before you can turn around, you hear a familiar voice.

“I’m goin’ out to hunt, wanna come?”

You furrow your brow. Daryl has mentioned how much he enjoys hunting alone -- how relaxing it is. It makes sense. He’s a loner by nature, so the constant presence of people in camp must be overwhelming. You don’t want to intrude on his personal time. Before you can ask him if he’s sure, you notice his eyes shift from you over to Shane and Lori.

Oh.

You might have been able to fool Glenn, but you can’t fool Daryl. He knows exactly what has you so riled up. You’re embarrassed that the younger Dixon has seen through your ruse. The last thing that you want is Daryl thinking less of you because of your envy. You want to explain yourself -- let him know that you’re not just some jealous girlfriend -- but the words get stuck in your throat, so you nod wordlessly at his offer and allow him to lead you into the surrounding woods. 

Daryl likes the quiet -- he usually finds comfort in it, but your unusual silence, while you both move through the forest, is unbearable. You’re the conversationalist. You’re the one who retells stories about your time in King County with Shane and the Grimes family, recites all the gossip you learned from Andrea and Amy throughout the day, and complains about whatever crappy meal the group was able to put together that evening. And he likes that about you. You ask him the occasional question about Merle or hunting, but you never pry. You’re the one that talks and he’s the one that listens -- simple as that.

But right now you don’t feel like talking and it’s making him anxious. He knows he should say something, but what? Sorry your boyfriend is such a jackass? He shakes his head at the thought. Real, smooth Dixon. This is uncharted territory for him. No one ever taught him how to comfort.

A rustling in the woods saves him from his attempts at starting a conversation. Daryl puts his arm out to stop you from walking in front of him, before aiming his crossbow toward the noise. He slowly moves forward and you follow his lead, knife in hand. Eventually, a walker comes into view from behind the trees. Daryl waits for a clear shot and pulls the trigger. You let out a sigh of relief as you watch the arrow sink into the walker’s skull. 

“Nice shot.”

Your voice breaks through the silence for the first time and he’s glad to hear it. He wanders over to the walker and retrieves his crossbow bolt. He wipes the tip of it off on his jeans, before looking back at you. 

“You ‘lright?”

You chew on the inside of your cheek as you think about his question -- you know he’s not asking about the walker.

“I’m just worried.”

Daryl furrows his brow at your response. He doesn’t ask why, instead, he silently shifts from one foot to the other, allowing you to continue if you so choose. 

“I feel like you’re the only person in this camp who sees me as a person and not just Shane’s girl -- I just don’t want that to change.”

Daryl shakes his head at the thought. He’s seen you do more for this camp in one day, than Shane’s ever done. It’s stupid really, how everyone treats you. And he knows that you have more to give than cleaning laundry and preparing meals. You don’t have to prove yourself to him -- the two of you are far past that. You’ve already earned his respect -- something Shane has yet to accomplish.  

“You ain’t gotta worry ‘bout that.” 

You nod at his words, but Daryl can tell that they did little to reassure you. 

“I feel the same way.”

Your brows knit together in confusion over Daryl’s words. 

“You’re the only person who doesn’t see me as Merle.”

His tone is sincere -- you know he genuinely means what he is saying. You wonder how many people have met the Dixon brothers and simply wrote Daryl off due to the brashness of his older brother. You watch as he awkwardly shifts from one foot to the other, obviously uncomfortable with the vulnerability in his words. 

“Yeah, you’re definitely not Merle.”

This causes Daryl to laugh -- actually laugh. The sound is surprising at first -- more boyish than the usual gruffness you're used to in his voice, but it’s nice. And it makes you smile brightly, knowing you’re the reason for his laughter. 

“C’mon, we should head back.”

You allow him to take the lead again, navigating through the woods once more. He might not have caught any squirrel, but the two of you are not coming back to camp empty-handed. A newfound understanding washes over the both of you, bonding you to one another.

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[biscuitbox23]

The other woman.

Summary: The other woman will spend her life alone…

Authors Note: am back with another fic. I always thought about Lori and Shane and whatever happens, it’s always the song ‘The other woman’ from Lana del Rey. Poor rick :( in this case I wanted it to be like Rick still dealing with the grief and loss of his wife while Y/n fills in the gap because we all know Rick would NEVER EVER cheat on Lori.

Warnings: Suggestive themes but no actual smut comes in (still be cautious with this), angst, unrequited love. If I missed anything don’t be shy to comment on it, please do.

word count: 1.8k

The other woman has time to manicure her nails The other woman is perfect where her rival fails And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair anywhere.

You can almost feel his gaze in your cell room. You lay on your belly on the bed as you flipped through old gossip magazines like the ones you'd see in the front of a convenience store. It had radiant colors and models, actresses, you name it. It didn't help take away the longing ogling at you as you stared back at him, putting your magazine down. 

It didn't help that you had your pajamas still on. It was a small tank top with a lace neckline with matching shorts. It was silky, and it hugged onto your skin snuggly. It was coral-colored. It was Rick's favorite. It was no surprise. You liked to get his attention from time to time. 

You tried to put on this unrecognizable facade of cluelessness. It made you look more compliant. You like to paint your nails as leisure while everyone does their business and the jobs they have to contribute to the prison. You loved to feel pretty. Even at times like this, where you kill or get killed.

You'd see Rick pace around the prison like a madman. Carl had to deal with losing his mother. You didn't blame him. Rick was married to her for a long time. Sometimes, the widower would scream at nothing. It would wake you up in the night. Now you warm his bed. 

The other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room And there are never toys that's scattered everywhere.

You always kept yourself clean. It was important. You can never go a week without showering. Ever since the apocalypse, it has been difficult for you. So you tried your best to smell good and be presentable for yourself. You kept your cell tidy and pristine, too. You cared for Judith when Beth had to spend some time with her father, Hershel. Play her, dress her, change her, almost as if you were her mother. You only did it so you could contribute to the group. You did not want to get kicked out like last time.

You were being weak and useless. That was what your last group would say. It was not your fault. You realize they made you live bait. Then you found Rick just a few days later. Unfortunately, Rick was not feeling so well when you came.

You had always had an odd attraction to him. At first, you would hate him for being rude to you, then feel your heart pull towards him. You understood his grief, though. The death of his wife brought the worst in him. You wanted to fix it, somehow.

So you tried your best to make up for it. Tidying cells, checking up on people, eating less so the rest of the group can have more rations. You wanted to fit in, to feel a part of it. The people were genuine, especially Carol. You felt his presence in every corner of the prison. You did not mind it. You would feel your core start to feel something else.

But it was never you who he was imagining. Was it? Whenever both of you share the night.

In sleepless nights with him, you can feel his breath on your ear, whispering honeyed words and insincere thoughts while his hands anticipate the need to hold your flesh as his body towers over you. Sometimes, you wonder what was going on in his mind, whether it was you or his deceased lover whom he sees underneath him. The simple acknowledgment of your company or the unending bereavement that engulfed his very own consciousness. The ghost of the prison halls haunted by his late wife.

As he was by your side, it was almost as if he was not the same madman as he was in the first few days of your arrival. He was gentle and careful with you, like a craftsman handling a porcelain doll, unlike the man who yelled at you for arriving at their prison.

He would lie next to you. He still had his wedding band. You thought about removing it without him noticing. You knew it was wrong to think that way, but you could not help it. You wanted him for yourself, but you also did not want to hurt him. You did not want to be the cause of any more pain in his life. You pushed those thoughts aside and tried to focus on being a good member.

The wedding band on his finger was a cue of his wife, a memory forever etched in his mind. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy whenever you caught a glimpse of it, knowing that you could never replace what he had lost. Despite your desires, you made a conscious effort to act as support and to be there for his and Lori's baby, even Carl. You knew that his healing process would take time, but you were willing to be patient, even if it meant that you could never have him for yourself.

And when her old man comes to call He finds her waiting like a lonesome queen 'Cause to be by her side It's such a change from old routine

There are nights when you think he will finally confess his feelings towards you. The strong emotions that both of you shared mutually would finally be real all this time. The longing melancholy that you endured to feel him again. Things that only the other woman can feel.

You're lying down on the empty cot that held your tired body. The blanket lazily covered your body as you stared at the prison ceiling. You breathe rapidly, and your chest heaves as your eyes wander on Rick's body, glistening in the faint glow of the candle.

You'd be his if he asked you to.

He wouldn't be willing to do that for you. It's been only a few months since Lori's demise, his beloved partner. It's a woman you always envied despite her absence. The grief is still fresh, and he hasn't had enough time to heal yet.

As you lay there, watching Rick dress himself up and ready to leave, you couldn't help but wonder if there was a chance for something more between you two. However, deep down, you knew it was only a fantasy that would never come true. Despite the pain of unrequited love, you couldn't help but admire the man in front of you with his charming grace and loving body, grateful for the moments you shared even if they were limited.

Amidst a world ravaged by the undead, it felt like chasing after your heart's desires was a lost cause. You could only yearn for what you could have had. If only the world wasn't a grim and hopeless place you might have been Rick's beloved wife by now. You could have felt his longing gaze upon you as your bodies entwined in a loving moment, free from the fear and chaos that had consumed the world around you.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh The other woman will always cry herself to sleep The other woman will never have his love to keep And as the years go by, the other woman will spend her life alone.

Alone and heartbroken, you don't find comfort in your cell room after he left. Your body aches with humiliation as you feel your eyes well up. They sting in pain as tears form and trickle down your rosy cheeks and your neck, which bruised under his lustrous kisses.

The way he groans Lori's name from time to time, the way he shuts his eyes almost throughout the night as he claims your body for himself. You hated it all and despised Rick for it. Oh, but how could you hate him? It was impossible for you, wrapped around his finger like a pathetic toy used for his desire.

But he doesn't realize it. You were afraid to point it out, terrified that he would stop seeing you every night.

It is as if you longed for this twisted idea of true love. Sleeping with a widower, knowing you can't have his love for yourself. Yet, it entices you. Every night you spend with him, every chance you get. You did not like that feeling at all. Whatever happened, his heart belonged to his deceased wife. Someone he will never touch, kiss, hold.

How could Rick leave you yearning for him again and again? Disappearing as the sun rises, pretend like nothing is going on between you and him. That left you sobbing pathetically on your cot like a crybaby. You will never get the luxury of holding hands, cuddling with him on the bed, and sharing kisses. You longed for everything truly romantic, wishing what you had with Rick was similar to what Glenn and Maggie had.

Days passed, and you and Rick slowly stopped seeing each other every night. He started to heal from his grief a bit. He acknowledges you as a member, but never more than that, despite the intimacy both of you shared during his times of mental anguish.

Alone.

During your childhood, you seldom had any friends. Even if you did manage to find someone to hang out with, your friendship was usually brief and fleeting. Your parents had their hands full with your younger siblings, and you often found yourself waiting alone for bedtime stories. Solitude became your constant companion until the apocalypse turned your world upside down.

It's an unfortunate reality that every person we love will eventually leave us in this world. You've had to face your fair share of losses, starting with the passing of your mother, father, and even your siblings. The apocalypse further compounded your feelings of isolation and grief as you were forced to journey alone, with nobody to rely on but yourself.

Along the way, you encountered a group of people who initially seemed like they could be allies, but it quickly became apparent that their intentions were far from honorable. With no other options, you continued your journey until you eventually stumbled upon a prison that had been into a small group home.

Despite your initial reservations, you soon found yourself safe and protected among the survivors who had made the prison their home. You were grateful to finally have a sense of belonging after so much loss and chaos.

You have been alone your whole life, but you've never felt so lonely as it is now.

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A/n: I pictured this so much better than what I thought… I mean it’s not that good, I tried my best since I needed to clear out my WIPs, I’m sorry if this doesn’t meet up to ya’lls standards. I tried making it less sexual but let me know if I should dumb it down a little.

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[star-wrote]

hello❤️i just saw your blog! im irish so i was wondering can you do whatever fic you write with an irish reader? i think the accent and the slang difference would be fun to read! you don’t have to specify the fic on r being irish just a fic wheres r is irish hope i could explain that!😅

Leannán

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Characters: Farm Era Daryl Dixon x Irish!Reader

A/N: so excited for this request !! thank you love! i have irish heritage so this was so fun to write(and also incredibly self-indulgent). i decided on daryl since it would be the most difference in accents:) also feel like i totally didn’t do this justice, it feels kinda short and rushed…but i had fun so slay!!

Warnings: fluff, love confession, bad accent writing, cursing, reader is sort-of mentioned to have green eyes(very self indulgent), reader knows irish gaelic (yes i know the language is practically dead, it’s just so pretty)

Word Count: 605

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Making fun of your accent is one of Daryl’s favorite activities.

You know he likes to see your face get all red, cartoon steam coming out of your ears. It reminds you of the little boys on the playground who would push you to the dirt as a way of flirting.

Not that he would ever admit that it was flirting.

Luckily, you could take the teasing… and dish it right back.

“You sure are one ta talk; what with your grunts and yee haws.” You shove his shoulder as he eats his breakfast with you by the fire.

“Ain’t say yee haw,” he pouts, “and ya jus’ say weird words fer things. Like tha’ one fer kiss.”

You smirk at him. “What, póg? Why, ya want one?”

“Stop.” He rolls his eyes.

That’s how your usual conversations with the arm-swinging grump went.

Days on the Greene farm were usually quite relaxed after the chores for the day got done. You’ve found yourself drawn to Daryl more and more after every conversation, his soft spot for you becoming apparent to everyone. Maybe it’s because you both felt like outsiders in the group. In a weird way, you felt like he understood you… even if he quite literally couldn’t sometimes.

“Shite.” You curse under your breath. Lugging water to the house from the well was tough work, but work you’d rather be doing compared to washing clothes or making food. Curse you and your feminist ambition.

“Need some help, Irish?”

You blush at the nickname that has become common from the mouth of Daryl Dixon. “I do, please.” You sigh as you hand a bucket of water to him. “Why are you back so early? The sun’s only mid-sky.”

“Was hopin’ you’d wanna go on a hunt with me. Could use the help.” He grabs the other bucket from your hand as well, carrying them both with no difficulty.

“I doubt that you, mister hunter man, king of the wild, actually need help with hunting. But, I’ll gladly join.” You smile while stretching out your sore back.

He finishes your chore for you, Lori tossing a “thanks” over her shoulder on your way out of the farmhouse.

Hunting with Daryl feels like one of the most peaceful things in the world, obviously ignoring the occasional walker.

You trail quietly behind him, soaking up the nature around you while he does all of the work.

However, you know he wouldn’t have it any other way. He just likes your company.

“Ya know… yer eyes remind me of the woods. My favorite place.”

You’re sure your eyebrows raise to your hairline after hearing his statement. You’ve never heard him speak so directly before.

He stops abruptly, causing you to walk into his back.

When he turns around, you can see the blush that reaches his ears. He was nervous.

“Daryl, what are you trying to tell me?”

He kicks at a clump of grass. “Nevermind.”

“Don’t, it’s okay, you can tell us.”

He smiles a little at you using “us” instead of “me.”

“I think I like ya, Irish. Nah, I know I do.”

“I like you too ya eejit.” You punch his shoulder.

It’s his turn for his eyebrows to raise to his hairline. “Really? Ya don’t have to jus’ say that.”

Instead of responding with words that you know would fall short in reassuring him, you pulled him into a hug.

“Leannán.” You whisper into his chest.

“What does tha’ one mean?”

“Darling.” You answer while smiling up at him.

He tucks your hair behind your ear and gently kisses your lips.

“I like tha’ one.”

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[jarofstyles]

Book Recs

This is literally all over the place and I read a lot of diff tropes, I realize now I read a lot of dark romance which makes sense why Reaper is one of our best fics lol (maybe I need to write more dark harry? Lmk)

But here’s a mixed bag. I’ve read over 400 books in the last 2 1/2 years (again idk I go through them fast lol) and if you want more recommendations in certain genres I’d be happy to do so!

A lot of these are series recommendations as well because I tend to be a serial series reader and I’m trying to find more one offs so if you have any recs I’m so willing to read and tell you what I think!

As always, check TWs before reading and let me know if you’ve read any of these and your thoughts!!!

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Chestnut Springs series by Elsie Silver- smut is good, (especially in heartless bc a dad x nanny trope ughhhh)

Sinners Anonymous series by Somme Sketcher (search TW)

Windy City series by Liz Tomforde (book 2 is my favorite)

Carolina Reapers series by Samantha Whiskey (hockey romance is one of my faves)

The Sweetest Oblivion- Danielle Lori (mafia, I love the dynamic, search TW)

Little Dove by Layla Frost (gives me 2013 wattpad energy where y/n is sold to 1d but it is dark, age gap, check TW)

Best Kase scenario by Layla Frost- (kase does some asshole shit but he’s one of my faves of her characters)

It Happened One Summer by Tessa Bailey (she’s a hit or miss author for me but I do enjoy some of her books and the smut is some of the better I’ve read in published stuff)

The Seven series Mageriverse by Dannika Dark (shifter/werewolf series, lots of action. Smut isn’t incredible but I’ve loved the series for a while)

Dreamland Billionaires series by Lauren Asher

Dark and Dirty Sinner’s Series by Serena Aekroyd (check TW, mc romance so there’s violence and definitely dark as the series implies)

Wait With Me series by Amy Daws

Bittersweet by Morgan Elizabeth (also gives me wattpad vibes, lowkey imagined Harry as the mmc lol)

Highest Bidder by Sara Kate (check TW, age gap)

PS You’re Intolerable by Julia Wolf (I liked this series but this is by far the best one in it, boss x assistant, asshole but soft for her, fmc is pregnant and it’s not his)

#book recs #jarofstyles book recs #jarofstyles book recommendations

[sublimecatgalaxy]

I really loved loved loved loved loved your Dangerous Woman fic (I miss when Euphoria was so hyped) so I wanted to request a Fezco x dealer!reader?

I just think it's so badass and hot- ugh. Love it.

Oh thank you so much for your kind words! I've been getting so much love lately from my anons- I literally love all of you. Dangerous Woman is one of my favorite fics too, I love it with all of my heart- it's my baby.

"You again?" Fez asks, stepping further past me and into my apartment with an exasperated sigh and I smirk, taking a second to peak out into the night, making sure he wasn't followed or tagged.

"Nice to see you too, Fezco." I chuckle, locking the door before turning to look at him with a simple tilt of my head.

It's been almost two months since we've seen each other, normally seeing each other in business type situations but the last interaction was anything but business. I can still feel the way that his hands felt against my hips, the way his lips felt against mine and- based on the look in his eyes as he stares at me from across the room- I can tell he feels it too.

"Since your punk of a brother killed my boss, I've had to step up and put on my big boy pants." I toy with the waistband of my sweatpants teasingly as I step up to my table, slipping down into the seat before motioning for him to sit down across from me. He does what I say and splays his hands out on the table in front of me, further distracting my mind from the wads of cash and drugs strewn out across the table.

"Yeah, well they suit you." He flirts with a sheepish blush on his cheeks.

"Thanks, big boy." I sigh, clasping my hands beneath my chin. "So what can I do for you today?"

"I need you to spot me some molly. There's a fuckin' party tonight and Ash wants to sell." He explains and I scoff, looking around expectantly.

"Why isn't Ash here then?"

"I think he's afraid of you." Fez laughs, leaning back in his chair as his knees spread tantalizingly, my eyes trying so desperately to not look down at his thighs that I've spent so much time thinking about.

"Really?" I ask with a cute tilt of my head.

"Damn right." He nods with a proud smile, crossing his arms across his chest as my mouth waters, eyes tracing the dips of his biceps. "As he should be. You're fucking scary, man." Fez scoffs and my brows raise, my aching heart swelling with pride at his compliment.

He's not a man of many words so when his words kind and thoughtful, it means something.

"Yeah well, there's not many female dealers out there. I need to give them a name." I explain but he just shakes his head, understanding that Lori and I are the only ones around here who are even recognized as actually accredited dealers and not just random 'bits of ass' used by the male dealers.

Yes, I've actually been called that.

"You're doing a damn good job." I forget for a moment, after looking into his eyes for too long, that he's here for business and that he's, sadly, not here to flatter me like he would probably like to.

"Thanks Fezco." I smile, eyes flickering away from his own so he can't see right through my tough exterior into the interior that's completely and utterly soft for him (and his little brother though you'd never catch me admitting that. "I can spot you some molly. On one condition."

"Anythin', I'm desperate, dude." He leans towards me, biceps stretching the fabric of his t-shirt in a way that has my head spinning, my previous snarky comment thrown out the window. Fucking ass.

"You owe me dinner." I stutter out, clearing my throat to disguise the crack in my voice. Fez's eyebrows sky rocket, a cocky smile slipping across his lips and he nods as if he's processing.

"Is that right?" He teases and I immediately roll my eyes, trying to brush his joking demeanor off and I prepare myself for possible rejections. "You like Chinese?" His questions, though, restores all anxiety that I had in that brief moment of insecurity, my eyes widening in excitement.

"Of course I do." I respond breathlessly, pushing bags full of molly across the table towards him and he sends me a wink.

"I'll pick you up at eight."

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[celtic-crossbow]

Hey there, its me again, the favorite anon (it seems weird for me to call myself that, i have to find another way to make it known its me) and i just wanted to give a simple answer, felt like i left you hanging about the art thing so sorry. I’ll try to be brief with my answer, about the whole thing that happened that day, i didn’t really get it all just came in and saw there was some weirdness going on, we all make mistakes we’re human after all so its good you apologized, i think.

I’m really invested in how Daryl and Birdie’s relationship will develop, i just knew he was gonna be the biggest helicopter parent lol, bet he’ll be the kind of dad that freaks out after the kid sneezes just once and i’m here for it, i did note that Daryl didn’t really have any suggestions even when reader commented about the name thing way back when he was sick, but didn’t really think it would come into play, i thought it was more of him being sort of insecure haha but i knew it would be Bird related, come on, Bird blanket and her dad is Always wearing a vest with wings? To me, thats cinema.

Also i forgot to comment on the last ask, but Daryl knowing all this stuff from his books but not knowing about the placenta??, its so funny to me, come on man it was too good to be true, most realistic moment for me honestly, men just operate on a different frequency i swear.

And about Lori, well i did note that Daryl joked about her on the first ep of season 3, wasn’t really malicious tho i think Daryl just kinda secretly likes to gossip, like that time he told everybody Merle had the clap for no reason lmao, the idea of Daryl secretly being a gossiper is hilarious. And more Lori? I’LL BE EATING IT UP I KNOW IT, and getting to see more of her and Rick?? Might as well be christmas for me, i’m curious to know what advice she has, i’ll be waiting eagerly for the moment where she just goes ‘’Y/N can you watch Carl for me?’’ that’ll be the moment we know their relationship has peaked. Alright i’m just joking, i love her so much in this fic.

Carol is the gift that keeps on giving, i love how she immediately knew she had to save birdie from these fools, poor kid doesn’t deserve to suffer with a messed up diaper on her first day on this Earth, i’m guessing she’ll be Birdie’s Godmother, if that’s a thing to them anyway, i have a feeling her bond with Birdie will also be very special and just motivate her to be even more of a badass.

Alright about the art, its totally fine, you know its out there sorta like a message in a bottle, it now belongs to the world not me haha i want to keep practicing with these characters when i have more time, this one was made on a tight schedule but who knows, i’m already thinking of what else to make plotting like a supervillain in my lair, but for now i only have a few hours, if you want to post that one its totally cool with me.

Thanks for being so sweet, i hope you are taking care of yourself and taking your time to write, its very important, and yeaaaah 600 words thats me being ‘’brief’’ somebody needs to take this keyboard away from me.

Bye bye <3

My favorite Anon! You just let me know what you want me to call you and I will! 🩵

Don't worry about not answering right away on the art. I just wanted to make sure it was okay before I showed it off. :) I was worried all that shit had chased you off. I felt/feel horrible about it but it's done and in the past now. I'm sorry if it affected you in any way.

I have just started chapter 31 and bless these two. A newborn on the road is really going to test everyone. He's going to be talking about the name a little in this and why he chose it.

Bless him, he didn't get that far in the books. He kept telling her he hadn't had time to read and how he felt bad about it. He really wanted to know everything but when it came down to reading or providing/protecting or reading, he of course chose the first. I just could not have him being like what?! when she pushed it out.

Daryl being a gossiper! LOL YES.

Reader is definitely going to need help. Lori will play a pivotal role, along with Carol, of course. I want there to be a real bond with Lori, something that will tie reader to Carl and Judith after that day. Daryl loves Judith, we already know that but I want there to be this real bond with reader and the kids.

I still have a while to explore before we even get to the prison, so buckle up! :)

Thank you for always sending these. They seriously make me smile! 🩵🩵🩵

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[madlori]

Ms Lori ma’am I was wondering if the fanfic you originally wrote that became zero at the bone is still available to read anywhere?

Zero is probably my favorite mm book of all time , I love your Sherlock and 911 fic especially but D and Jack have my whole heart forever 💜💜

It is! Zero is available as an ebook or paperback on Amazon (kindle direct publishing).

[nat-seal-well]

It’s HC time! Under the cut is a growing list of the ones I have for Huxley’s moms because we really don’t know anything about them and I think that’s downright criminal. So I had a lot of fun coming up with these instead. Some of them have shown up in my fics (and they will appear again). 

In three cords, I gave them names: Elena and Lorie.

Elena is based on my mom and all of my aunts/older second and third cousins (who I also call aunts) which basically means she’s Hispanic, a little on the short side, plus-sized, and likes to give everyone cheek kisses. And tries to feed people the second they walk in the door. It’s like a way of welcoming newcomers into the family; if you turn down the offer, it’s almost an offence. When Damien went home with Huxley for New Year’s she made sure to sit him down with a bowl of pozole, which is one of the best meals ever. I based her name on one of my favorite Wheel of Time characters (Elayne, because I think it’s pretty). Out of the two of them, she’s the one with a green thumb. 

Lorie is based on the owner of a crystal shop I mention later in this post, and a family friend. If you take every stoner New Age hippie in the PNW and sprinkle a whole lot of love on top, that’s Lorie. She’s white, also short, keeps her hair tied back in a singular braid and wears a purple bandana, and likes to forage. And knit. A lot of Huxley’s favorite sweaters were made by her. She also spins yarn as a hobby and wire-wraps crystal pendants, which both sell extremely well. 

I know this is a pretty common one, but they have a house out in the woods. You know when you’re on a road trip and driving through the mountains, and sometimes a tiny dirt road breaks off of the highway and there’s a little mail box right there, so you know it leads to someone’s house? It’s like that. The woods are their backyard and Huxley spent a lot of his childhood exploring and running around in the trees. They practically had to drag him inside every evening. 

They own a little rock/crystal shop in town. This one is based on one of my favorite shops that used to be downtown, until they moved locations to the next city over. The one Huxley’s moms own is small and cozy and it smells like incense. They make their own teas too and send Huxley care packages full of new ones for him (and now Damien) to test. 

They have a dog. He’s a big boi. They adopted him when Huxley was little and he’s a black lab named Rocky. Rocky’s a senior citizen now, a tired old man with lots of white on his muzzle, and he likes to lay at their feet and nap. He and Huxley are besties and when he was younger he’d keep Hux company on his woodland adventures. 

Also mentioned in the fic I linked at the top: they aren’t legally married. Neither of them liked the idea that a relationship has to be recognized by any kind of government for it to be taken as legitimate. They did a handfasting ceremony just for themselves out in the woods and the cords are hanging on permanent display in the living room, above the fire place. 

Neither of them understand how video calls work. It doesn’t matter how many times Huxley (and Damien) call, which is once a week. They just don’t get it. They’ll try to flip the camera around so Huxley can see Rocky but like. Not actually flip it, so the view on the phone screen is just really close-up shots of their faces and they’re like “do you see him?? :D” 

At this point Hux just lies and says “yeah I love him <3″

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted huxley #redacted hc #redacted headcanons #looking at them now in one post #makes me realize just how much of these are either a) #based on my childhood #or b) based on people and things/places that i know and love irl #which basically means they're a collection of everything i find cozy and comfy

[honeysuckleharringtons]

☆ honeysuckleharringtons's masterlist ☆

☆ - author's recommendation

♡ - fluff

♤ - angst

♧ - spicy

Steve Harrington:

"Heaven" ~ 0.8K words ☆♡

Summary: When Y/N and Steve attend Joyce and Hopper's wedding together, it gets the two of them thinking about their own wedding—something comparable to heaven.

Content Warning: light mentions of alcohol and food consumption, light mentions of Vecna, light mentions of the Mind Flayer, lmk if i missed anything!

"honeysuckleharringtons' whumptober 2022" ~ word count N/A ♤♡

Series Summary: A collection of whumpy, mostly hurt/comfort Steve Harrington fics.

Series Warnings: check individual chapters for content warnings on each!

"single dad!steve x fem!reader blurbs" ~ word count N/A ☆♡

Series Summary: a collection of blurbs about Steve and his daughter Lori, and her attempts to set Steve up with a pretty woman named Y/N.

Series Warnings: check individual chapters for content warnings on each!

"Steve Harrington's SFW Alphabet" ~ word count N/A ☆♡

Summary: my opinions and thoughts about Steve related to the SFW Alphabet prompts!!

Content Warnings: mentions of smut but not in details so 16+ just in case, food consumption, a creepy man flirts with R but Steve shuts him down, minor mention of the upside down

"Socks" ~ 0.3K words ☆♡

Summary: a cute lil blurb about sleepy!Steve's thoughts on socks <3

Warnings: mentions of feet, that's literally it

"Ours" ~ 1K words ☆♡

Summary: Just a cute little fic about Reader and Steve moving into their first apartment together 🫶🏻

Content Warning: food consumption, minor sexual humor, tiny mention of weed

"Stars Around My Scars" ~ 1.1K words ☆♤

Summary: What if instead of Jonathan and Nancy luring the Demogorgon out with blood… it was Steve and Reader? And what if, a year later, they feel bonded by their trauma?

Content Warning: lots of talk about the Demogorgon, lots of talk about scars, in depth panic attack, mentions of fire, mentions of drowning, mentions of tattoos, mild swearing, no use of Y/N

"Fall-ing In Love" ~ 0.5K words ☆♡

Summary: Just a cutie lil fic about Steve's favorite girl stealing his favorite sweater.

Content Warning: mentions of food, no use of Y/N

"You Okay?" ~ word count N/A ♤♡

Summary: Some headcanons about the four times Steve insists he's okay + the one time he tells you he's not.

Content Warning: allusions to steve being treated not so well by his parents as a kid, part of this does mention some upside down violence, tiny mention of food

"Love and Pumpkin War" ~ 1.1K words ♡

Summary: Steve and Reader have themselves a little pumpkin carving competition and it takes a much different turn than expected. All's fair in love and pumpkin carving, right?

Content Warning: mild sexual humor, mild swearing, food talk sorta (lots of pumpkin references), pumpkin guts are mentioned way too many times

"Brew and Me" ~ word count TBD

Series Summary: A dual timeline series about Y/N Byers, a part-time barista/student and full-time mother, and Steve Harrington, a quippy but attractive nursing student, and the game she creates in order for him to score a date with her.

Series Warnings: in-depth details about teen pregnancy and its symptoms, in-depth talk about absent fathers and shitty men, details of earthquakes, mentions of hospitals/medical talk, food talk.

Billy Hargrove:

"The L Word" ~ 1K words ☆♡

Summary: When Y/N asks Billy why he likes her so much, his answer is a much different outcome than she'd expected.

Content Warning: Billy smoking cigarettes, swearing, i think that might be it?

"When You're Sober" ~ 0.5K words ♡

Summary: Billy has to help a drunk Y/N sneak in and change her clothes, that's literally the fic 💀

Content Warning: drunk!reader, very mild swearing, very mild sexual humor, lmk if i missed anything!

"Ghost Of You" ~ 0.6K words ☆♤

Summary: Reader tries to convince Billy to come back to Hawkins, even when they both know why he can't do that.

Content Warning: mild swearing, mentions of food, ghost!au? and oh yeah lots of angst, lmk if i missed anything!

"Star Boy" ~ 1K words ☆♡

Summary: When Billy and Reader go for a late-night drive, the stars are just too beautiful to not stop and gaze at them.

Content Warnings: a mild sexual joke

Eddie Munson:

"Bat Boy and Baby Girl" ~ 0.5K words ♡

Summary: Eddie Munson, lover of all things Halloween, takes Reader, hater of all things spooky, to a haunted house.

Content Warning: explicit language, mentions of blood, mentions of knives, lmk if i missed anything!

"Forever Valentine" ~ 0.9K words ☆♤♡

Summary: When you aren't feeling yourself one Valentine's Day, Eddie is determined to make you feel better and let you know that you are his forever valentine.

Content Warning: Reader is lowkey depressed, mentions of food, sorta implied smut but not really?

"Black Cats Need Candy Too" ~ 0.6K words ☆♡

Summary: In which You and Eddie are greeted by one last surprise trick-or-treater at the end of the night.

Content Warning: literally nothing that i can think of, she's nothing but pure fluff

Jonathan Byers:

"In Your Dreams" ~ 0.6K words ♡

Summary: When Reader is having a hard time with her Halloween makeup, she uses Jonathan as her canvas to practice.

Content Warning: mild sexual humor, mild horror movie talk (Freddy Krueger is mentioned a couple times)

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[peletiersdixon]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Thanks so much, Molly!!!

So, first off, probably one of the two fics I've written that weren't in TWD, Blood in the Water. It's a peek at Cardan during the month when Jude's being held undersea.

Second, my favorite Caryl fic that I have written, Wildest Dreams. Carol and Daryl are assassins tasked with eliminating the same target. This remains one of my favorite Caryl fics that I have ever written because I love the premise so much!

Third, (and you're getting twd fic from here on out just because them's the odds with me only having written two fics that aren't set in twd-verse) is probably going to be August and December. I say this purely because I wrote it to spite the fandom, and it remains my crowning glory! *evil emoji* Okay, I will be nice and say upfront this time that the pairing is Daryl x Hershel. You've been warned. Which was more than I gave to the people when I first wrote it.

Fourth, is probably my Lori-centric fic This fire won't go out (thought just a flicker it may be). It has some caryl too if you squint just right. But mostly I had a lot of Lori feelings at the time and I needed to get them out. She is greatly maligned and wrongly hated in this fandom, and I was tired of it.

Lastly, probably the fic that has the most wish-fulfillment for me in it, is Blood and Water. I would still, to this day, give unseemly things to whoever, in order to see a conversation like the one I wrote play out on screen in some form or fashion between Carol and Daryl. We need catharsis, dammit!

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[adamshallperish]

my rating of supernatural season 1

1 - pilot

this is a damn good pilot. i will be so real. it does a great job of drawing you immediately into the story, giving you a lay of the land of the characters and their dynamics, and sets up not only the greater premise of the show but the monster of the week formula. the chemistry between ackles and padalecki is pretty instantaneous and it's nice to see a show with two leads able to carry it on their charisma alone. fortunately, there's also a lot more left to offer. whoever the person was who wrote the first wincest fic like two hours after this aired, i get it. 7/10

2 - w*nd*g*

not saying the title because i belong to the school of i don't want to fuck around and find out. this episode was alright, as someone from colorado one of the most common demographics of people who come here are "dumbass hikers" so i appreciate the nod to our culture. other than that, it was pretty unremarkable. 4/10

3 - dead in the water

this one was pretty solid! it gave the boys a pretty good mystery to solve and it sets a dark tone for the rest of the series. the theme of self sacrifice is also set up well here. drowning is also just like. a pretty gnarly way to die. 5/10

4 - phantom traveler

i found the demon in this one to be pretty cool, but if i'm completely honest i don't necessarily care for the episodes that break the impala motel fucked up town setting dynamic. i also just don't care a lot for this kind of plane horror. you can see that plane hijjacking is a trope kripke enjoys, however, as he uses it again in the boys. 4/10

5 - bloody mary

this one genuinely fucked me up, and it sets up the fact that sam has been receiving visions really subtly and effectively, given how they tend to play out more in episodes more explicitly devoted to the demon the winchesters are hunting. also bloody mary always scared the shit of me out as a kid so i adamantly refused to say it. 8/10

6 - skin

this is the kind of body horror i personally really enjoy, and it was also crazy seeing some of the greater repercussions the boy's lifestyles has on their lives. at least it'll be a legal nightmare if dean gets caught doing credit card fraud because, thanks to this episode, he is legally dead. also the fact that the shapeshifter turns into people's romantic partners but for the brothers it tempts them with... each other? normal show about a normal brotherly relationship. 8/10

7 - hook man

any horror that involves faith i am immediately behind. this will be a theme throughout this summary. i found the idea that the monster was manifested by lori's own repressions to be especially compelling, and done really well. the idea that our own repressions can inadvertently cause harm to others around us if we don't sit and take time to work through them is fantastic. lori was also my favorite quasi-love interest for sam this season. sue me. i thought they were cute. 7/10

8 - bugs

we have our first instance of the "sam and dean trigger so many fag alarms it overrides the normal amount of homophobia any rural midwesterner feels at any given moment in time". sam and dean are better than me because i would have for real left the people building a housing development on old sacred american indian land and let them die. other than that development, the final battle with the bugs was a bit anticlimatic. points for dean slapping sam's ass. what. 4/10

9 - home

missouri mosely i am letting you know that i am free this wednesday and would be maybe willing to get a coffee or another delicacy this week on wednsday when i am free. for real though, i really liked missouri's character, and it's a pity she gets relegated to a magical negro stereotype, as this show doesn't tend to have a great track record with its female characters. however, she was probably one of my favorite side characters this season and i stand by her and would love to learn more about her. other than that, loved this episode. sammy's psychic abilities reappearing, dean reconfronting his childhood trauma, mary winchester sacrificing herself for her boys in a way that just sucked the soul out of my body, JOHN WINCHESTER????? definitely one of the seasonal highlights. 9/10

20 - asylum

i hate the haunted asylum trope and this didn't subvert it enough to make this worth it. it gets points for the john winchester phone call event and sam being forced to sit through a therapy session and talk about his relationship to his brother offscreen. 3/10 [edit: came back to this one and i think i'm gonna bump it up to a 5/10 because some truly unhinged samdean shit happens in this, and every time i see a gifset from it i'm immediately like oh right They Did That. insane.]

11 - scarecrow

Codependency Thee Episode. besides a genuinely good evil force (i love small town/suburban white people trying to deal with forces beyond their control it's so funny like what are the hoa and pta meetings like), it does a good job letting there be conflict between the brothers and show how they are really better together. also sets up meg as an antagonist, and she serves. 6/10

12 - faith

oh this episode had Everything. sam and dean being typically codependent with the fear that dean's gonna die? tent revival preacher whose abilities actually come from a dark force? critique of american evangelicalism? surprisingly nuanced discussion of how faith in and of itself is not evil and how we all make concessions in our personal beliefs to care for the others around us? the absolute batshit revelation that sam is just like. unfazed if people die if he can save the life for his brother? don't fear the reaper needle drop? it has it all. what can i say. 10/10

13 - route 666

overall not a bad episode, the handling of race felt a bit superficial and on the nose, but america's legacy does lead to the racist-ass ghost being a pretty fun thing to destroy. preyed on my fear of big trucks. dean is a romantic sap. 5/10

14 - nightmare

THIS EPISODE IS MY REASON FOR EVERYTHING. FUCK. THIS IS PEAK EVERYTHING I LOVE ABOUT THIS SHOW. max damn near broke my heart, and it was incredible seeing not only more of sam's abilities but also his empathy. you can really tell he doesn't know what would have happened to him if he hadn't had the family he does have. this episode completely ripped my heart out. 10/10

15 - the benders

everyone told me this was a great episode and i'm so grateful for my friends pals and mutuals who would never lie to me. i had the best time. i like the care this episode had, given that the show primarily focused on supernatural forces, to do a classic case of the "humans are oftentimes more evil than spirits and creatures from beyond our wildest imagination". it's one of my favorite tropes, and it was used so well here. the aesthetics of the show as well felt like the texas chainsaw massacre mixed with duck dynasty, which is an unexpectedly brilliant combo. 10/10

16 - shadow

getting to see the john/sam/dean dynamic is so fascinating but honestly this episode gives me hives just thinking about it. 5/10

17 - hell house

this episode didn't stick the landing for me as much as it could have, despite the concept of enough people believing in a haunting that they manifest it (and the internet exacerbating that) being really fucking good. i will give it some grace, i think it's good to have an episode that allows some levity in the show and in the brothers' relationship. 4/10

18 - something wicked

i'm sorry the boys as kids make me feel like really ontologically sick and miserable. it was really cool getting a deeper glimpse into dean and his intrinsic sense of responsibility for sam, as well as his clear empathy for kids that is often a lot less evident than sam's. dean winchester i love you, i just can't think about you as a baby or it will make me cry. 8/10

19 - provenance

i'm sorry, i really didn't care for this episode. most we got out of it was seeing why sam was hesitant to open himself up to new love after jess and dean's vested interest into getting his brother laid. which. uh. i will say the little ghost girl in her sweeney todd era served cunt. 3/10

20 - dead man's blood

can't believe true blood came out after this episode and not before. i like episodes that take place in colorado for personal reasons, but it was also so fun to see the boys take on some vampires, who have some pretty fun mechanics. this episode also introduces us to the series mcguffin, and i just have to say i think it's pretty funny how the boys get the colt and immediately like use all the magic bullets in one go. it's the opposite energy of when i get a cool item in a video game and hold onto it the whole time, even in occasions where i'm supposed to use it, because i'm scared i might need it later. 9/10

21 - salvation

feels unfair to rank this episode and devil's trap separately. all i will say is i got jumpscared by kansas because i wasn't expecting the wayward son to carry on until the next episode. 10/10

22 - devil's trap

eric kripke what the fuck. i can't even articulate my thoughts on this. i hate this show and everyone involved in it. 10/10

#onto season two #ugh #fuck #spn #spn liveblog #supernatural season review #mine #spn season 1

[missameliep]

Choices Fandom: Countdown to 2023

@choicesfandomappreciation: thanks for once again hosting such a lovely event ❤

I'm waaaay behind my reading list and haven't gotten a chance to read as many fanfics as I wished this year, however I had the privilege to get to know some other creatives in the fandom and some true gems found my way. And since this fandom is blessed with so many talented and creative people I first want to say a huge THANK YOU to all of you who keep writing and sharing your tales and talents with the rest of us, delivering heartwarming stories about our favorite characters and just keeping this small fandom alive, despite the notes, irl issues etc.

The lists below are not extensive, there's a lot of writers and fandoms inside our fandom that I'm unfamiliar with, so I just listed some of my personal favorites and a few stories I really enjoyed this year in appreciation of the writers who create lovely works who brightens our days and make us laugh and sometimes cry, and inspire me to keep going and get better.

I'll be listing 3 writers and 3 stories, and a few bonuses because as I said, too many talents and too many good stories! ❤️

Three Writers: @lorirwritesfanfic @lilyoffandoms and @lizzybeth1986 - those incredibly talented writers (and generous and kind people) are gems in this fandom and have written some of my favorite stories this year (and in the past ones too), and their beautiful writing is definitely an inspiration to me.

Bonus mentions: @aallotarenunelma @julia-highstorms @storyofmychoices @jerzwriter

Three Stories:

What Comes Next by @lorirwritesfanfic - the series Meant To Be is one of my favorite fics ever, the characters are nuanced and given traits that made them all the more realistic and relatable, there's a lot of research going on and the dialogues are so powerful. The series and my talented friend Lori are an inspiration to me; every chapter is amazingly good, but this one was my favorite this year. It's well-written, the pacing is awesome and the plot is soooo satisfying with all the drama and wedding conversation! Sign me up!

Chapter IX - Racing Hearts by @princess-geek - Unspoken Desires by this amazingly talented writer is also one of my favorite series in the fandom, and this chapter absolutely has it all: drama drama drama, humor, great dialogues, you name it! A must read!

Eleanor's Kitchen by @lizzybeth1986 - how not to love this series? The writing is exceptionally beautiful, the themes and subjects, even the most sensitive, are dealt with so much care and the way Eleanor is portrayed with such nuance and the conflicts between the different roles she plays are amazingly delivered.

Bonus mentions:

The Queen of Wolves by @noesapphic - it's no secret I consider Noe a talented writer and love her Cursed Heiress universe, and this fic is such an interesting insight into the life of the OC Mariana Howard, "who grabbed pain by the hand and made it her weapon to thrive in society and turn it into power". This is just one of the powerful lines she delivered in this one.

A Mother's Journal by @jerzwriter - I'm in awe with her WtD fanfics and how she's addressing the sensitive issues and impossible choices Eli's family dealt with when the outbreak happened. And seeing this through his mother's POV is such a great narrative choice. This one is my absolutely favorite of her fics so far.

Gut Feeling by @lorirwritesfanfic - yes, I'm listing two MtB chapters. But how could I not mention this one?! It's written like an amazing episode of a great drama series with hints of thriller, and Lori's usual care for research and keeping the characters in character. With all the fun dialogues, the OCs, the drama!!! Showstopping!!! Totally recommend it!

I want to thank all of you amazing people for sharing your talents with the fandom 💖💖💖

#choices

[neowollymoxie]

Fic name:oh, the places you'll go

•biased:This fic is sweet as candy, and supringsly a good read even after a couple times I never got bored definitely high praise but i honestly do feel they bullied Sylvester alot but honestly that's canon so who am I to say? Also never knew Mera could be such a fun character great on this fic.

Favorite sentence:"Could you perhaps be feewing...weft out?"

•biased

Post or pre pop?:Pre,and tbh Giovanni's depiction didn't age well but at the time it was most definitely spot on so no complaints there,also some praise I will put here is the fact they got molly and Lori dynamic despite not even knowing Lori existed yet (I doubt the character was even conceived yet)this shows with the whole chicken wing sceen which is preety telling to how much they understood Molly even as early as the third ever fic.

Characterization:For the time? Yes most definitely at the top of it's class and because this review was made before the announcement of the book after Prison of Plastic it's really only Giovanni and Molly who isn't a spot on but it's honestly minor enough to not call it cherry picking if I complain about it so I'll let it slide but I do feel Giovanni wouldn't bully Sylvester this much but that's about all I have to say.

Grammar/cleanliness:As I've been told I am dog water at grammar and I feel I shouldn't be reviewing fics fro grammar if I'm bad at it so I've asked my editor who which I will not name but he said "it's decent" so take his word for it

Fic type?:Filler-as harsh as that may sound you people clearly don't actually know what feeler means,well good filler which luckily this falls under,it's basically just characters doing random things and just vibing in this case going to a dinner which is fine the characters where entertaing and it was definitely a good experience I would heck I would even say I would re read it

Any other factors?:I read this fic in the span of 2 weeks so take that as you will

All in all?:In cases of filler it doesn't have much to criticize,mostly because when nothing has been changed and nothing important is happening/doesn't have a plot

You can't really mess it up if the characterization is good the fic itself is quite enjoyable and that's as far as it goes but that's all it needs to be.does this rank higher than Crime and breakfast? Personally? No unbiased? Also no it's filler it doesn't have anything to say it just neat character interaction although the character interaction is really good so don't expect this to drop too far down the list as this is definitely a good pick if your starting out.

#epithet erased #neowollymoxie review series

[auntie-venom]

Will of Fate

Chapter Five

Fandom: Star Wars: The Mandalorian

Story Rating: Explicit

Chapter Rating: Mature

Characters: Din Djarin x Original Female Character

Summary: There hasn’t been an unidentified spacecraft in the stratosphere of Arkadia in over two decades, let alone three in one day. Those skilled or mad enough to venture into the Chaos unguided were few and far between. That means no one has ever made it to Arkadia who wasn’t intending to be here.

Until today.

or

Din Djarin finds an unmapped planet filled with beings who have the same powers as the Child, but know nothing of the force or the Jedi.

Chapter Summary: Din, Eziriel, and The Child continue to make their way towards civilization and Eziriel reflects on her new companions.

Word Count - 3,602

Chapter Warnings: None

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A/N: It is a shorter chapter, but I like having whimsical moments. I am probably going to have to only post every other week from now on due to real life stuff picking up. I believe 2/5ths of the first arc is complete, I haven’t decided if this is going to be broken down by series or all into this fic, I guess we will see.

Feedback and critique is welcome, I am trying to get better. Reminder this is unbeta-ed. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter five

The Mandalorian is already up and wiping down his blaster by the time Eziriel blinks awake. That brisk morning air makes her throat ache and nose run and it reminds her of being young and camping here with Amarian. While Azure Falls is her favorite place to camp when she is in this part of the woods, the cave makes for a very uncomfortable place to sleep when all you have is a singular bedroll to separate you from the cold stone ground. She brought two bedrolls to cushion nights in the wild on this trip, but she gave her spare one to Mando.

She stretches underneath her cloak wincing at the aches in her back. Mando doesn’t acknowledge her from where he sits near the mouth of the cave. Across the cave’s opening she had put up a particle shield she had modified to have a programmable shape between five nodes. It was a prototype but has been doing a great job of keeping out unwanted things.

Mando had tested it the night before with rocks, his body, and then his blaster which made her jump at the unexpected shot. He then nodded at it like it was a worthy opponent. Eziriel made notes about the spontaneous quality testing of the prototype in her HolOmni with excitement.

“Maker, I could use a caf,” Eziriel mumbles out with a hoarse voice. She sits up and wraps her cloak tighter around her as she watches the outside world grow brighter through the semi-transparent shield.

“It was very disappointing not having breakfast to wake up to again this morning,” he says dryly. “You are slacking at your hosting duties.”

It takes her a second to catch that he is teasing. That dry deadpan delivery hitting that much harder with the expressionless helmet. It makes her chest swell with joy at the show of his sense of humor.

“I beg your forgiveness, Lord Lori, that I did not wake with the cresting sun to deliver you the ever delectable morning ration packet,” she mocks with a hand flourished partial bow.

He gives a quick exhale with what she assumes is his version of laughter before he stands up to hand her a ration packet and her canteen. She had shown him the bag where she stored them and gave him permission to get whatever he needed whenever he needed from it. She offered it mostly because she was worried the little green toddler would wake up hungry in the middle of the night, but feeding himself when he felt secure was just as well. He leans against the wall across from her as she eats from her bedroll.

“Breakfast in bed? Mando, you sure know how to treat a lady,” she quips up at him with a smirk.

“Hmmm,” he responds.

The whooshing sound of the pram opening cuts off whatever he was about to say and a childlike voice rings out, “Ehhh?”

Hungry. Happy. Hungry.

Eziriel smiles at the younglings' projected feelings as Mando goes to take care of the child. He had so much joy when she was able to share her feelings with him yesterday evening. It must have been a long time since he was around someone with a Will. Or the Force, she reminds herself of the foreign word the Mandalorian used.

She wishes she is able to communicate more clearly with the child, maybe even share memories, but she isn't as disciplined in the psyche part of her Will. She is only able to do the deep mind sharing with people she is very familiar with. She often used her close relationship with her brother to torment him while in important, but boring, meetings. Projecting silly thoughts and rude images all in an effort to see if his facade cracked. He would always scold her but never hid his amusement that she caused.

She knows some people on Arkadia have immense Will of the mind; completely able to pull any thought from anyone who isn’t shielding themselves. Sometimes they even have the ability to influence another’s mind into bending to their will. Those who are naturally gifted in that way are often encouraged to join the Infiltrator Division. Those talented with the Will of mind excel at the espionage and investigative focused career.

The child catches her eye and grins at her with a mouthful of food that Mando had just given him. She feels an inquisitive pulse from him. She wonders if this is his way of asking how she is, so she returns the smile and projects a content aura of happiness towards him. He giggles, closes his eyes, and holds his hand out at her and she feels her cloak being lifted towards him.

She chuckles and makes her way toward him while Mando shakes his head at the kid’s antics. “He certainly lets you know what he wants, huh?”

“He’s never been shy about his demands,” Mando says with a level of affection in his raspy voice.

“So the use of our Will’s abilities are rare in Galactic Space?” She questions once she settles a hand on the child’s head, making him giggle when she bobs his head back and forth gently with it.

“I’ve never seen anything like it before I met him,” Mando says, shaking his head.

“It is bizarre that something so second nature to Arkadians is nonexistent anywhere else. Our Will is just another limb to us, an extension of one’s own body,” she says, focusing her Will to roll up her vacated bedroll.

“And seeing it is nothing short of magic to me,” he states, giving the last of the meal to the child.

They pack up their stuff onto the speeder bike while the kid hops from rock to rock, burning the built up energy he restored from his sleep. Everyone seemed to be in high spirits regardless of the uncomfortable night sleep. Mando even allowed a moment of trust by leaving Eziriel to watch the child as he stepped away to relieve himself instead of taking the child with him like he did yesterday.

“Eziriel?” The gruff modulated voice rings out from the direction he disappeared to.

“Lori?” She answers with cheek, turning to see his shiny armor glint in the tree line.

“There are fresh tracks over here.” He tips his head in indication to where he is referring to. She picks up the kid and walks over to him. “I figured since I was blessed to have an experienced guide I’d let her take care of it.”

His callback to her teasing brag from yesterday made her snort as she made her way towards him. After the first night in the beacon station of feeling each other’s intentions out, Eziriel just assumed this man was just gonna be another boring serious person for her to wind up. He originally came across as the type a person who she could fluster and frustrate for her enjoyment; and from her playful prodding yesterday he still is someone she can wind up, but she did not expect him to start bantering back and it’s made her morning. She is really enjoying the dry snark of this man.

She hands him the kid and looks down at the tracks he found. There were plenty of them, indicating to her that it’s possibly a small pack. She finds one of the clearer imprints and squats down to investigate. The print, longer than the length of his forearm and definitely canine in shape. She knew these tracks, every Arkadian kid raised on myths knew these tracks.

“Looks like a pack of Will-striders. Wolves,” she clarifies at his questioning head tilt. “They were probably curious about us. They are very smart creatures and are usually shy if they are alone, but can be vicious if they become desperate.”

“Those are wolf prints?” He points to the markings. “How big are your wolves?”

“I’ve seen some taller than you,” she says with a shrug. “Legend has it that Arkadians would ride Will-striders into battle, but now they roam the wilds of Arkadia hunting little beasts and sometimes escorting lost travelers. There are some gorgeous pure white ones in the southern hemisphere.”

“Your people domesticated them?”

“Not really, more of an understanding of trust through each other’s Will. With the advancement of technology, not many people practice the art of animal handling with their Will anymore,” she explains while she leads them back to the speeder.

“You can do more than move stuff with your…Will?” He hesitates with the word.

“Yeah,” she says with a nod. “Like with any skill, it’s all about what you develop. Most people can read emotions off of other beings and project their own to others.”

“That’s how you knew he was hungry,” he comments and she smiles and nods in confirmation. He is far more insightful than she originally thought.

“Some people can focus their Will enough to hear surface level thoughts too. I can only do that to people I intimately know since their minds are less guarded when they are around someone familiar.

“We have those who can heal with it, some who can persuade with it, and a few of our fiercest Enforcers throughout history could summon lightning. There is plenty more you can do with it if you have the patience and discipline,” she finishes with a shrug.

He looks down at the toddler in his arms. “He can do that,” he says softly. “The healing, I mean.”

Her eyebrows raise in shock. “That is remarkable. I’ve never heard of someone that young wielding that skill.”

He doesn’t respond as he tries to put the toddler into his pram, but the child is fussing up a storm. He keeps crying and putting his body on the lip of the pram so Mando can’t close it. She feels the frustration coming off them both in waves. Mando heaves a heavy sigh at the child’s antics.

“Come on kid, we have to go,” Mando says exasperated but still full of paternal patience.

Eziriel takes the two front panels of her cloak, crosses them in front of her body, and ties them against her lower back. She reaches for the kid, checking with Mando to make sure she isn’t overstepping. He gives her a nod and she plucks him from the pram and places him in the cross section of the cloak. The tension of the fabric holding him snuggly to the front of her body as his head looks out from the v of the cross section. The child looks up at Mando with a pleased grin.

“Are you okay with him riding like this?” She asks. “I used to do this with my niece all the time when she was smaller, but I’d understand if you feel uncomfortable. He just doesn’t want to be in his pram anymore.”

“Or he has discovered that you will dote on him if he plays his cards right,” he says, reaching out to run a finger along one of the kid’s giant ears causing the child’s smile to grow.

“Well, that’s the joy of not being a parent. I can spoil all the kids I want and get away with it,” she says up at him with a grin. “You’re lucky I don’t stuff him full of sugar and scary stories then send him home with you. That’s my usual modus operandi.”

He shakes his head at her and mounts the packed speeder. She follows suit and makes sure the kid is snugly in her cloak before taking off in the last stretch to home.

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The green kid loves the speeder bike. He spends the ride giggling and pointing at things. Joy and excitement radiates off of him as his ears flapped in the wind while she maneuvers them through the forest.

Mando, however, was anxious. He sat much closer than he did the day before and kept looking over her shoulder to check on the child. She knows it wasn’t necessarily anxiety that he was feeling, but protectiveness; the anxiety manifesting from his acute form of alertness. She completely understood why he was doing this. She totally empathizes…

But it was distracting.

He was a large man and having his form pressing against her body, surrounding her, feeling the heat of his thighs around hers, made her stomach flutter in a way that she hasn’t put much attention towards in a while. This was definitely not the time to entertain that sort of thought. She has the potential planet-endangering saboteur and the passage sponsorship of the Mandalorian and his little green son to focus on, she couldn’t have the soft fickle thoughts of carnality right now.

She can’t help but to admit she has enjoyed the unplanned presence of the two offworlders, so she isn’t too bothered about the prospect of sponsoring them. The stoic Mandalorian was fun to tease and dry wit continues to be delightful whenever he rose to her barbs. His child is nothing short of adorable with his big dark eyes framed by even larger ears and inquisitive nature. They made an odd pairing, but the juxtaposition was quite charming.

Eziriel is very curious about this child’s origins and the Mandalorian’s noble journey to reunite him with his people. The more she thinks about the word “Jedi” the more she feels like she has heard the word, but she can’t place where. She wonders how long the child has been separated from them and how Mando found him. She has a lot of questions but she could tell that the Mandalorian would clam up if she prodded too much, but she kept all her mental focus on him when he spoke to her in order to glean anything from him. So far he has been honest in all of their discussions and she appreciates it.

The toddler was a special enigma. Eziriel has never seen a person quite like the child before. His use of his Will to manipulate the objects around him were on track for someone his age, but if what Mando said was true about his ability to heal then that means this child is a tremendously powerful being. She knew some species were naturally more attuned to their Will and this might be the case with this child.

Keeping her emotions in a state of projection so the kid can feel her was wearing her out quicker than usual. It was natural for her to have mental walls up since she has to deal with more political figures than she liked with her job and keeping them down took some concentration, but feeling the happiness that she caused the kid by just sharing feelings was worth the additional focus and slight headache. He must have been so lonely with no one to communicate with on this level.

With the way Fate’s Will surrounds all living things Eziriel uses it to be hyper-aware when traveling in the wilds and right when they are cresting a hill she feels a shift in the woods. She is jarred when Mando taps the outside of her thigh twice and says something she can’t hear but can feel rumble across her back. She pulls over at the tree line before the dip into the valley and cuts the engine. Something was off and it seems they both felt it.

“I missed what you said,” she says as she dismounts and looks at him.

“I said ‘those trees are moving,’” he repeats, getting off the speeder and pointing over to the other side of the valley from where they stood.

Over the tree line she notices the gentle rise and fall of treetops. Branches and leaves bobbing above the tree line like a cork in a slow moving stream.

“Oh!” She exclaims, grabbing Mando’a hand and dragging him to duck behind a boulder for cover. He follows suit with a wave of concern reaching her from him. She peaks over the top of the boulder to keep an eye on the procession.

“It’s the pilgrimage of the treefolk,” she whispers as the first of a dozen gargantuan tree creatures steps through the tree line to make their way into the valley. All similar in their bark covered bodies but different in sizes, leaves, limbs, and knots. They were very odd creatures for sure, and it was usually best to leave them be when they were awake.

“Every handful of years the treefolk gather to create fertile spores to raise where they plant themselves for the following couple of years,” she continues, lifting herself so the cooing kid up to see the creatures. “So long as we don’t—“

She feels the Mandalorian firmly grab her, interrupting her warning, and push her behind him with her back against the rock. One hand had the blaster up while the other hovered outstretched behind him to keep her covered as a creaking treefolk stretched awake in front of them. Mando backed up further, eliminating any distance between her and his body. Her heart pumps with adrenaline at the prospect of a possible altercation and she knows she has to try to keep the peace.

She reaches out and places her hand on the bicep of the arm holding the blaster and whispers gently, “They aren’t aggressive so long as they aren’t threatened. Don’t attack or cut down any of their kin.”

He lowers the blaster but does not put it away or move from the protective stance he has placed himself in. The treefolk stretches their rooted legs out of their current home and stands to their full height. A rough groan is pulled from their body as they raise their knotted limbs high in the air. The creature turns around to face them huddled against the rock and she watches Mando bend his knees to shift his balance to his toes in preparation for an attack. The gnarled bark face of the treefolk looks down at them and says something in a guttural language that neither of them understand.

Curiosity.

Ezirial steadies her breathing as she catches the emotion rather easily. She knows the treefolk were Willful creatures and some level of communication could be done with them, but she has never seen one awake like this before. The ones she has come across have always been asleep, indistinguishable from normal trees until you reached your will out.

She steps around Mando’s arm and he grabs her forearm to try and keep her in his vicinity. She lets him keep her close as she looks at the treefolk and sends a peaceful aura towards the being. The treefolk’s head tilts as he leans down to get a better look at them and she feels Mando’s grip tighten on her arm. The child in her cloak lets out a hum and Eziriel feels the burst of joy from him.

“Easy,” she whispers to the spike of anxiety Mando lets out as the creature leans closer to the child. She hears the Mandalorian’s modulated breath quicken the closer the treefolk gets.

The toddler holds out his hand towards the treefolk and a giant hand with an extended finger slowly closes the distance. With a level of unexpected gentleness the being allows the child to grasp its finger causing the child to coo and chatter up at the creature. The treefolk lets out a truly unnerving staccato noise that could only be a laugh based on the delight coming off of them.

“It’s fine, we’re fine. We’re just sharing our emotions,” she explains with a stiff whisper to the man still gripping her. She hopes her nervousness isn’t notable in her voice but she has gathered that the Mandalorian is very perceptive.

“Oh, great,” he dryly whispers back.

The treefolk pulls their hand away from the curious child and the twining branches that make up the appendage bloom dozens of purple blossoms. Eziriel holds her breath as the being holds his hand above the group and gently shakes the blossoms free to rain upon them.

“Ooooooh,” the toddler says at the spectacle, catching some in his hands. The treefolk then stands to their full height and slowly makes their way towards the procession of their kin.

The Mandalorian releases a sigh of relief and holsters his blaster once the being is out of sight. She glances at him with a small look of amusement when she notices the blue flowers stuck to his cape.

“If you wanted to hold my hand, my lovely Lori, all you had to do was ask.” She shakes her arm that he still grasps and he drops it immediately. Her hand tingles as the blood flow returns, no longer held back by the tight grip.

“You had my ward attached to you and you seem the type to get into trouble,” he says with a sigh.

“Ha!” She exclaims dramatically as she sets the kid down to play in the flowers. “Astute assessment. Look at you getting to know me!”

She scoops some of the flowers and gently snows it down on the smiling kid. When Mando tries to walk back to the speeder she grabs his arm and he turns to face her.

“Another thing you should know about me, I’d never knowingly endanger any child. Children are precious and must be protected,” she says with a voice filled with sincerity. He stares at her before nodding and she goes back to playing in the flowers with the kid while he gathers rations for lunch, all the while keeping a sharp eye on the pair.

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[letteredlettered]

Zombie au?

THANK YOU FOR ASKING. This is the one I'm most excited about right now, although I am 100% sure I will never finish.

My absolute favorite fic of mine to re-read, and my number one comfort fic I have ever written, is The Door Begins to Crack. It's part of a larger series called Words and Not Deeds. Every fic in that series is a comfort fic for me; to me, it's probably the most romantic thing I've written, possibly because it is the most indulgent in the romance angle. There's not a lot of plot, just a lot of angst and falling in love, and then lots and lots of sex. I think the last fic in the series, The End Resting Only On Air, is quite possibly the closest thing I've written to domestic fluff (except that it's me, so it's not actually that fluffy.)

The hilarious part is that the fandom for this series is The Walking Dead.

It makes sense, in a way. TWD is a zombie show in which almost everyone dies; those who survive are constantly fighting tooth and nail for survival. In a show that dark, all you really want is for everyone to be okay and happy. Words and Not Deeds is just an idea of what could have happened to some of these people if the zombie apocalypse had never happened. If the ZA had never happened, they would have just gone about their lives--as a consequence, there's not really much plot to these stories; it's really just Rick and Daryl falling in love. This is why it's called Words and Not Deeds; they don't have the constant action in the show to keep them occupied; they actually have to work through their emotions and talk about things and live their lives.

I really, really wanted a comfort fic a while ago, so I reread the whole series, and sort of got obsessed with it again. Consequently, I sort of got obsessed with TWD again, which I never thought would happen. While I love the fics that I wrote, you naturally have some things that you get in canon that are missing from it. No one is a badass; no one is physically brave (though emotionally, Daryl has to become pretty brave, in a way). No one saves the day.

So then, in a twist that I find truly hilarious, I started imagining what would happen if the zombie apocalypse did happen, but within the world of this fic. It would need to take place before The End Resting Only on Air, I think, because I'm sorry, that fic is too happy and wonderful to mess up with zombies.

But if it went AU after the fifth fic of the series--you now have a lot of the main characters in a different configuration. Most interesting to me, you now have a very complicated family structure, with Daryl a father-figure to Sophia, but partner to Rick, who is still father to Carl and Judith, which means that Daryl has also become somewhat of a father to them, but Carl and Judith also have Shane and Lori. So now Carol and Daryl are connected by family to Shane and Lori, which just makes for a SUPER interesting combination.

I think one thing I enjoyed thinking about is Rick still taking charge of everything, and Lori going with it because she sees he has the right idea; meanwhile, Shane is pissed off because he thinks that since Lori is his wife, she should want to do things his way. I also enjoyed Rick doing something different to keep Shane on his side; now that Shane is a parent to his children, he needs the same kind of consideration and treatment as he would give to Lori, because it's important to Rick that his kids have their parents. Also, Michonne's son Andre could go to the same school as Judith, so when Daryl has to save Judith from zombies at the elementary school, he can save Andre too, and so now Michonne is with them; and in this universe, Daryl and Rick already know Herschel/Maggie/Beth, so they can all end up at the farm, and you can just recreate a lot of scenarios that are now completely different given the different family dynamics, and I enjoy that a lot.

#the walking dead #rick/daryl

[soobadnoonecanstopher]

It's been such a long time since I've been here 🥹 I hope you're doing well Lori ❤️❤️❤️ and I can't wait to dive into YOUR NEW FIC! I've been dying to read fanfiction cuz I miss being young and alive and not stressed out from work. If you want I can give you alllll the tea later lol. But ugh I've missed you and I've missed this cursed app and I miss writing! 🥹 love you Lori ❤️

Moni!!!! I was wondering if you would come around ❤️❤️❤️ yes I am VERY interested in the tea 👀 I love cheese 🥺 it’s my favorite source of entertainment. Message me @shewantsmeshesgotme or if you still have kkt installed I’m still around there 😁😁

It was so nice to see you in my ask box this morning!