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Rottin in the Sun.
(2023) Sebastián Silva.
#1012#05.11.23#rottin in the sun#sebastián silva#2023#20s#comedy#mystery#suspence#cinema#movie poster#mubi
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𝒮𝓊𝓃𝓈ℯ𝓉𝓈
This is so self indulgent, i luv Ducati’s <3 soft!Rafe my love. No warnings just tooth rottin fluff (:
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“Dude, that thing is fucking amazing.” His friend said, admiring Rafe’s new motorcycle.
“I know.” He said, a grin on his face. You stood next to him, already having heard about it all over text and calls and even over your date last night. Ever since he got it he hasn’t stopped talking.
“And it’s a damn ducati. How much did that shit cost?” Topper asked him.
“This baby cost me 50,00.” Rafe replied, looking at it, his hand caressing the seat. You rolled your eyes, Jesus he looked at that thing like he was in love with it.
“We done now?” You asked him, he turned to look at you now, your helmet in your hands.
“In a minute, sweetheart.” He said, turning back to his friends now. “It can go up to… 200 miles per hour.” He tilted his head to the side, remembering it.
“Damn! So it’s 1000cc?”
He nodded. “Yeah.” They continued to talk for a little until you let out a sigh, he knew it was time.
“Well, we should get goin’ now. I’ll see you guys later.” He said, saying goodbye and hopping on the bike. You got on after him. Wrapping your arms tightly around his waist, you both putting your helmets on.
He started it, and you both were on the road, tour grip on his waist tightening, your body flush against his.
He decided to take the scenic route, which was actually just past an old trail that no went on , driving past it and the setting sun.
He looked in the back of him and saw no one was behind him, so he slowed down a bit to look with you.
He glanced back at you, watching you flip your visor up to get a clearer view. He had a small smile underneath his helmet.
You looked at him back, noticing his eyes even through the helmet. You gave him a small smile, and he mumbled a ‘fuck it,’ parking on the side. It was an empty road next to an abandoned trail , no one would be here anyways.
He flipped up his visor, now turning his body to look at the sunset, still sat on the bike. You turned around to, putting your head on his shoulder, the bulkiness of your helmet making a raspy laugh escape him.
“I love you.” He mumbled quietly, suddenly feeling the urge to say it.
You turned to him now, your head lifting from his shoulder to look at him. In your many years of being friends and dating, he’s never said it.
A smile made its way onto your face, you grabbed his helmet, your eyes looking into his now.
“I love you.” You said back, he smiled back and you leaned your head back onto his shoulder.
He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, you both watching the sun dissapear from behind the trees. You stayed like that for a while, in the comfortable, beautiful silence.
#rafe fic#rafe obx#rafe cameron x reader#rafe outer banks#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron fluff#rafe fanfiction#rafe x reader#rafe imagine#outerbanks rafe#rafe x you#rafe cameron x y/n#drew starkey#drew starkey x reader#obx x reader#obx fanfiction#obx imagine
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Elvis got out of the car after he parked it on the side of the road, away from the tram and other traffic, despite of Red and Lamar’s protests. You watched the soldier walk over to the side walk and pick up some of your groceries that survived the near crash, putting them back in the bag and your basket. Walking over to him, you took your bike off the stand and grabbed onto the wheel.
“I’m sorry, honey- I jus’ ain’t used to a road like this, but I really am sorry,” he said, finding your eyes as he made sure the bag was sitting in your basket properly. “Let me give you some money for new eggs and.. new shoes,”
You looked down at the black flats adorning your feet which had splashes of egg yolk on them, having you pull up your nose in disgust. And these were your favorite shoes too- sighing deeply, you looked back up at the man in front of you who was already pulling his wallet out of his back pocket, taking out nearly every bill he had in there.
“No,” you told him, annoyance still dominant in your voice. You were stubborn- he could shove his money somewhere the sun didn’t shine. “I don’t want your money. Just be careful with that stupid jeep, you’re not in America anymore,” you spat at him, pulling your bike away from him as he was resting a hand on the basket.
You gave him one more angry glare before you got back on your bike to make your way back to the market, flipping off the other two guys in the jeep before you disappeared out of sight.
“Tell me about it,” Elvis mumbled to himself, heaving a deep sigh as he looked down at the eggs on the sidewalk, shaking his head a little at the strange situation before walking back to the jeep.
an Army!Elvis fic that's been rottin' away in my drafts for literal months. it's not even finished, but it's already been written out in my mind. do we want Army!E, or no? 👀
#elvis#elvis presley#elvis presley x reader#elvis x reader#elvis presley smut#elvis smut#army!elvis#soldier elvis#elvis poll#tamwrites
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Ross in Detail
That brain o' mine do be rottin for him (this physically made me cringe but fuck it it's part of the Ross experience)
I was tagged by @nitrozem and @introvertedfox to do this, thank you! I'll post one more later.
[ PERSONAL]
Financial: wealthy / moderate/ poor / in poverty
where's that tweet that's like if you're a vampire and poor why don't you just step into the sun 💀
Medical: fit/ moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable
Class or Caste: upper/ middle / working / unsure / other
I think upper would be applicable but he doesn't meddle with the human affairs in a way that the class would matter too much at this point. And when it comes to like vampire classes, I don't think he's particularly up there in the hierarchy, sorry Ross 💀
Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other
Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet/ yes, but charges were dismissed
Not really unless you wanna say drinking blood is wrong under any circumstances, even when the human consents 🤷♀️
[ FAMILY]
Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children
Sunset my beloved ;-;
Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings/ sibling(s) is deceased
Affiliation: orphaned / adopted/ disowned/ raised by birth parent/ not applicable
[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES]
extroverted / introverted /in between
disorganized / organized/ in between
close minded / open-minded / in between
calm / anxious / in between
Neither? He has zero chill for sure, this guy has not been calm once in his life but I wouldn't call him anxious...well most of the time at least.
disagreeable / agreeable/ in between
cautious/ reckless / in between
patient / impatient / in between
outspoken/ reserved / in between
leader / follower /in between
He was a literal actual political leader. Canonically. Mr fucking President. So. Yeah. 💀
empathetic / vicious bastard / in between
optimistic / pessimistic / in between
traditional / modern / in between
hard-working/ lazy / in between
cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown
loyal / disloyal / unknown
faithful / unfaithful / unknown
BOTH. But he's faithful nowadays and wouldn't have it any other way.
[ BELIEFS ]
Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist/ agnostic
Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no/ don’t know / don’t care
Belief in Aliens: yes/ no / don’t know / don’t care
Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious
Philosophical: yes / no
He was a ghost, he saw the afterlife (hated it, went back to his husband), his husband was literally impregnated by aliens twice. nuff said
[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]
Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual
Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless
Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naïve and clueless / romance suspicious
Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious
Potential Sexual Partners: male /female / agender / other / none / all
Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender/ other / none / all
[ ABILITIES ]
Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
Literacy Skills: excellent/ good / moderate / poor / none
Artistic Skills: excellent / good/ moderate / poor / none
Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor/ none
[ HABITS ]
Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes/ frequently / alcoholic
Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker
Recreational Drugs: never / quit / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict
Well. I think he may have tried it? I can see him trying it. But it hasn't become like a thing he does, not even special occasions.
Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess
Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions/ sometimes / frequently / binge eater
Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic
Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler
#ts4#sims 4#the sims 4#sims#simblr#blorbo talks#oc: ross#i never think about how wild his lore is lmao#most days i'm just like hehe my vampire loser. then i remember all that went down in his mortal days#breeze nsb legacy extra
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@rottine asked: ❛ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❜
𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (accepting)
Sam sits on the curb. It'd been a disaster, really. His car had broken down, Sam forcing it to sputter its last ounce of life wheeling into the parking lot of a retirement home. He'd stepped inside with the intention of making a call.
Instead, he hit it off with the residents. He was stopped by security. No soliciting, they'd said; not even life insurance. Five-and-a-half minutes later, they tossed him out face-first onto the sidewalk. Hard.
At least he'd convinced them to make a call for him. The sooner you dial, fellas, the sooner I’m yesterday’s news. Now he looks up at Margot, squinting hard against the sun. “Carpe diem,” he says plainly, like she already knows. “Can't knock a guy for trying.”
Now, he rises. He stamps his cigarette onto the ground. Sam turns to the window, eyes the woman at the front desk, and, tossing his hands up, his hair puffed tacky, shouts, “Ohh, hooray for you. It's a Christmas miracle!”
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tagged by: @shilohgreen<3<3<3
tagging: @ohlympns / @pyredez, @dcwnthercbbithcle, @fireheld, @rottine !
𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒.
PREACHER by ROE KAPARA. my parents sold me to a preacher / now i miss my mom and dad / i heard they joined a cult / they say mass sucidal death / i’m locked inside the church, they say the prophecy’s foretold / strapped to the altar, i’m the sacrifice they owe.
SISTER by SHE WANTS REVENGE. he said, you better lie down ‘cause the angels are watching / she closed her eyes and said quit the talking / you can hurt me, do whatever you like / so he said, shut your mouth girl, the angels are listening / she crossed herself, now, the moments are missing / you can hurt me, do whatever you like.
PRISON SEX by TOOL. you know it hurt me / but i’m breathing, so i guess i’m still alive / even if signs seem to tell me otherwise / got my hands bound / and my head down, and my eyes closed / my throat’s wide open / do unto others what has been done to me / do unto others what has been done to you.
SEEING ALL RED by SHAKEY GRAVES. yeah, well, mama had an apron / daddy had a beard / they traded places almost every year / daddy had a shovel / ooh, and mama had a ball / but they never threw it or dug it after all / so why do i worry ? / why do i pray ? / every single night / yeah, every single day / oh i’m out in the street, with my knees gettin’ wet / yeah, what does it say ? what does it say ?
COCAINE by FIDLAR. coke’s for whores, it ain’t for men ! / they say that it kills / but they don’t know when / cocaine running round in my, / cocaine running round in my, / cocaine running round in my brain / woke up this morning, had a hunger pain / and all i want for breakfast is my good cocaine / oh, mama ! come here quick ! / that old cocaine’s about to make me sick !
𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.
UNTITLED by KEATON ST. JAMES. young boy who dreamed his future through a heart that howled like thunder-struck seawater: who were you before you named yourself? wine-dark & saturated with your own roaring magic.
THUNDERSTORMING by KEATON ST. JAMES. it rains so hard the creeks ache & the oak trees shudder. though you can’t see her, on the road is the angel who keeps your tires from skidding. she has gasoline-yellow eyes & a halo made of matches. her wing feathers shine blue as mountain peaks, blue as the blood thunderstorming inside the dark cavity of your chest as you pray & pray & pray for safety. “no ambulances,” you whisper, shaking, “not today not for me please.” “not today,” she sings back as she guides you home.
KINDER THAN MAN by ALTHEA DAVIS. and god, please let the deer on the highway get some kind of heaven. something with tall soft grass and sweet reunion. let the moths in the porch lights go some place with a thousand suns, that taste like sugar and get swallowed whole. may the mice in oil and glue have forever dry, warm fur and full bellies. if i am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man.
MOTHER by MAIA BAIA. mother, eat me and give birth to me again. this time around i’ll make you proud.
SONG OF THE INSENSIBLE by ANDREW KOZMA. my brother is still alive. still dead. was brought back with a lazarus shot and a slap to the face. i am the leaf litter, the headless roach. i can walk between raindrops. i can be insensible. when visibility’s poor, i am the blur on the horizon. if my brother’s dead, i am not alive. if i’m alive, my brother can’t be dead.
#𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆. SOMEONE IS TRYING TO FIND YOU. KEEP HIDING.#𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘. I GET MEAN WHEN I’M NERVOUS LIKE A BAD DOG.#an e way..#[ if you're reading this teddy im KISSING you im KISSING you ]
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lizwas fanfics: 2022 in review
so this was my second year ever of writing and posting on ao3, and for me, because I have chronic tunnel vision when it comes to tasks, thought I would do a look back at all I've written this year because hoooooooooooo boy 'twas a lot.
To render again and receive | 12.8k | E
an unexpected addition to the little women au-verse, but very fun and delightful to put together! from Dan's pov, taking place between chapters 1 & 2 of a Heart in port.
But you can make decisions too | 11.1k | M
an installment of my Date season 4 AU - Saints & Sinners, but with a gay twist!
all the things you are (are mine) | 4.3k | E
a smutty valentine's fic starring Dair, as it is their holiday after all
I'm stuck on your heart | 4.7k | M
a valentine's day fic for Dan/Nate, inspired by that one bit in schitt's creek
(everything you say sounds like) sweet talk | 3.5k | T
season 4 Dair au, inspired by Jonah and Amy from Superstore
such a lot of world to see | 23.1k | E
part of the Mouthful of Forevers s6 and beyond au. Dan and Blair spend the summer backpacking through Europe (well, Blair's definition of backpacking)
an ever-fixèd mark | 5.3k | E
another unplanned addition to the floating castle dreams series, brought on by s2 of Bridgerton and that one scene in atonement
it's something new (because of you) | 3.9 | E
part of what I call the Milo-verse. Dan and Blair get married and are soooooooo sappy about it. A smutty scene from Dan and Blair's honeymoon in Tuscany.
without effusion of blood | 6.1k | E
just what happened after 2.18 when Blair brought Carter Baizen home? this fic tries to answer that question.
the whole web of it | 4.8k | G
future fic in the MoF series. Dan celebrates his birthday with his wife and kids. tooth rottin fluff.
(the more you say) the less I know | 70.9k | T
the big one of the year, the Pride and Prejudice AU, starring Dan as Lizzie, Blair as Darcy, and a whole host characters causing drama and comedy alike
that’s the kind of love (I’ve been dreaming of) | 3.4 | E
absolutely filthy kinky sequel to a smut oneshot from last year. Married!Dair being total simps for each other
for better or worse and the promise of verse | 19k | E
another installment in the Miloverse. AKA The One Where Blair and Dan Get Married. Possibly the sappiest thing I have ever written.
where the sun falls down on me | 29k | M
Jenny goes to spend the summer off from uni in the Hamptons, with her brother and his fiancée (ugh), and their best friend, her old pal Nate Archibald. Jenate, with a side of Dair & Rufly.
at first chance | 7.1k | E
smutastic epilogue to the above. Jen spends an evening alone in Nate’s new flat, waiting for him to get back from his bar shift. Nate’s not the best at building furniture.
let love consume me | 2.1k | E
dairthaniel pwp. no context necessary.
never for money, always for love | 25k | NR
collection of drabbles written to one word prompts on tumblr. Enclosed is: Dair, Date, van der Humphreys, Haizen, Blairena, Jenate, Serenessa, Dangina, Dairthaniel, Serenate, and much fluff angst and canon divergence.
punch drunk kiss (I know you need it) | 2.4k | E
Dan x Carter Baizen. Carter pov following one of the drabbles above. P.W.P. Written for Kinktober
twin flame bruise | 15.2k | T
Derena. An au of the musical The Last Five Years. Dan and Serena’s loving but doomed relationship, told in flashes and vignettes from each person’s perspective. with a side of dairfair.
anyway the wind blows | 2.6k | T
inspired by the song “Westbound BART,” an imagined prequel of how Rufus Humphrey met Alison in late 80s San Francisco.
a hard day’s night | 4.5k | E
porn with a little bit of plot. Blair comes home after a long day at the office and asks Dan for a favor to help her unwind. Written for Kinktober.
like a lightbulb in a dark room | 4.3k | E
Dairthaniel. Written for Kinktober. smut with a soupçon of plot.
the love that let us share our name | 7.5k | T
dilf!Date! the story of how Nate and Dan Humphrey become dads. Written after my dilf!date headcanons
can’t believe you notice me | 3.6k | E
season 3 coat closet scene, but make it Dan/Nate. AU in which Nate is Dan and Olivia’s third, bringing up feelings for these sweet himbos.
a snowfall kind of love | 49k | T
AU of Nancy Meyer’s The Holiday. Vanessa and Blair switch houses for their Christmas vacations, and end up falling for people in the other’s respective cities. Dair & Natessa, featuring special appearances by Milo Humphrey and Cyrus Rose.
#gossip girl#HOLY SHIT that’s a long list!#no wonder I’m tired lmao#thank you all so so so much for reading and caring it means a great deal to me ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️#liz’s ficz#smut fics are locked on ao3#which means you will have to log in to your ao3 account to read#please read responsibly
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Mass Ask #2 ✨
Addhsjdldk thank youuu!! Makin me all warm and fuzzy, stahp! 🥹💜 @stack-of-all-trades
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I haven’t! Everyone has been really sweet and very kind 🥹 hope that stays and I didn’t jinx myself lmao I mean my ask box is closed until further notice but we’ll see what the future holds
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Please say sike 😟 this is my fun space. I don’t need him musking up my FUN SPACE NOOOOO
I’ll yeet myself into the sun
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Yesss I was immediately inspired and wanted to draw everyone and everything!! Almost 2 years later and the brain is still rottin’ ✨ @dolphinlopez19
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Awhhhh bec!! I mean it every time! You’re very talented!! I know this ask is hella old but I meant what I said!! 🩵 @becstuffs
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Awhhh I love your headcanon!! 🥹 it’s super sweet and I believe it wholeheartedly anon! 💕
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I’ve been sorta slow with it but yes!! I’m— still making my way through my fic list AND EBB fics 😅 I’m a slow reader and I get very easily distracted. Also, I have to be in the mood to read. I wish I was one of those people that just reads all the time and never gets tired of it.. one day lol
That’s it for this round!! I’ll be answering more soonishhh
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“ why don’t you stay? ”
his lips press together, though he doesn't look at margot. lucy's tongue presses to the inside of her cheek, eyes turned up to stare at the ceiling. margot is giving her the opportunity to stay with her-- doing the nice thing and not kicking her out post-sex. if it were really up to her, she'd leave immediately; ignore margot's calls until it gets to the point he can't anymore. it's a dick move, sure, but it's easier than being vulnerable.
it's only then that lucy looks at her. her face is placid, though there's something sharp in her eyes. the corner of his mouth turns up, just for a moment.
" fine. just don't kick me out when the sun rises or i'll hate you forever. i hold a hell of a grudge, you know. "
not that he could ever hate margot. the idea is foolish, anyway.
@rottine
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06092023
dreamed of death & decay. everyone i love was dead & thoroughly rottin around me. pestilence swarmed in open eyes & mouths & wounds. i realized at some point it was a dream but i couldn't wake up until my bed partner put its arm over my chest & i startled. now i'm watchin the sun think abt risin from the couch & tryin to smoke enough weed to get the scent memory of three months dead outta my mind
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Jeramead, King of Nowhere
Lol so here’s what I plotted out.
Big boom happens. Shockwave hits your house and you think you’ve died, but then you wake up and initially everything’s fine. Then you and Leann go outside and the chunk of land your house was on is floating a few hundred feet above ground level. In the direction of town (the obvious epicenter of the blast), there’s a gigantic, floating skull with one massive and empty eye socket looking downward. It has several vertebral stalks with some rottin flesh on ‘‘em and dead, vacant eyes at the ends. I guess you would recognize it’s a plus+ size dead Beholder…depends how meta I feel like writing it. Then a bunch of daemons start swarming about the place and attack you guys, you get yur punchies on, Leann’s latent Witch genes activate and she gains absolute power over them BOOM BAM ya got yurself a mini-daemon army! Congrats. You bleed out and die from yur wounds, which is less cool. You’re in pitch blackness and then a massive eye opens with a triangular pupil and an iris like a red, dyin, sun. It talks through your mouth to say some shit you don’t understand. Then you wake up in bed again. You go to get a drink and Leann, covered in blood, has a freak attack cuz she just saw you turn into a bunch of golden bubbles and fly away. Also Vincent is possessed by some Germanic motherfucker who wants to teach Leann witchcraft. Then some Alterran adventurers rock up in a flying ship and just start lobbin fireballs and lightnobolts at ya house. All three of you die a bunch and wake up in bed a bunch aaaand go a bit crazy. So you try to clobber on with lead dude (just imagine a stereotypical jrpg protag…that’s most alterran adventurers and they’re all psychopaths) you try to fight the lead dude who’s got a badass golden axe. He’s clearly trippin balls or somethin so he misses a lot, but he’s indestructible and every time he hits something, it detonates like a grenade. Leann, Vincent and yo daemon compadres kill most of the other psycho adventurers accept for a kid who says she just wants to go home, an old dude and a sleeping beast chick who doesn’t wake up the whole time. You die a couple times and come back, which cause cardboard cutout man to lose his shit and chug from a glowin stein. He gets blue skin and grows like 20 feet, then laughs and chucks the axe at you, taking off yo right arm. When you come back this time, your arm is still missing where the blade specifically severed it. 20ft man goes after Leann. You dash over there in slow mo. Then 20ftcardboman’s muscles start ripping out of his skin and growing infinitely, until he’s just a spaghetti pile of muscle. Only the Axe and the Stein remain. Then the axe lifts up, flies towards you, grows a golden gauntlet that attaches itself in place of yo right arm, introduces itself as Charlie and says “yowr ma new dah.” That’s where the reeeeal shitshow starts.
(size of a city with smaller beholders at the ends of its eyestalks…Xenapho has the Eye of Bahamut denoted by its central eye’s triangular pupil and thus, wields an “enlightened”/absolute level of Aether control. Perhaps this evolution is due to Xenåphøliskïs no longer fearing or loathing others, genuinely believing that everything it perceives is it’s property. Besides this boosted ego quite literally giving it a fat head, this means it’s dream-born progeny are no longer born from hateful paranoia, but all-consuming narcissism instead. Yes, this means it is surrounded by an army of its loving children, The Beholden. The Beholden are just as powerful and intelligent as regular Beholders, but live to constantly defend and give their lives for Xenapho. Their reward for a job well done is being able to one day be selected to fuse into Xenapho’s newly grown eye stocks and share in the one true vision of all things. Xenåphøliskïs is the Supreme Eye Tyrant. It has defeated gods, titans, dragons and hundreds of its own kind. Side note: though it remains mostly lawful evil, Xenapho is much closer to chaotic neutral than most of it kind. It might help you if it thinks of you as a useful citizen in its Sim’s like view of mortals. It might even bless you with the mind and BODY of a Beholder…)
Xenåphøliskïs, The Monolithic Beholder, noticed that it could suddenly travel directly to a new world and that worlds core was dead (Gaia has no soul). So they were like “ time to test out that theory that I can fuse with the planet’s core and perfectly transmute into a world’s soul.” He enters real space above the town you live outside of and begins the terraformic spell, only to be rudely interrupted by a top hat wearing time traveler/Eldritch horror calling himself Mr. English(he’s battled English before). Xenapho has instantaneous reaction speed and split second spell casting ability, so they fire off 9th^999 level Soul Disintegration from three eyes while constantly disenchanting Mr. English with the others, preventing him from spell casting. It’s many progeny quickly form a triangulated antimagic field and focus on constantly charming/paralyzing the time traveler. Guaranteed victory. It’s temporally sensitive eyes could see the impossible happened, additional seconds were added to the past as Mr. English sneered down at him smugly with those glowing, golden eyes. In those impossible additional seconds, English raised his cane, aiming it at Xenapho’s central eye. They felt their eye imploding in on itself. Knew the bastard had turned their eye into a black hole with Eldritch Arcana that should’ve took years for a mortal to cast. In -3 seconds. Xenapho devoted all it’s unnaturally vast intelligence to finding the escape route. It COULD NOT DIE. IT WAS THE ULTIMATE BEING. It was then it sensed the vulnerable minds of teeming mortals below. No gods defended them. No Consortium warded their minds. It’s last grin could’ve swallowed the whole town as it disseminated it’s massive mind, trickling down into the many brains below. It would not allow any of them to die until it was revived. This was the will of Xenåphøliskïs.
The bro roster so far includes Buckethead, Alterran crusader who lost her crusader helm…so she just wears a bucket with eyeholes punched in it. 7ft tall, iron skin, dumb as a box o rocks, but she’s got a good heart.
A troll that you fight for five days straight and then axe in the head. As you’re one lining, they get up, grow a new brain, and thank you for waking them up. Become quite a sophisticated, gender-fluid individual. Vegetarian.
Yeeeeeeessssss. You also meet a band of Goblins who are all named Ked. They all wear different onesies.
Turns out, Goblins love guns and explosives. Who’d a thunk, huh. Once you taught them the ways of firearms and gave them all their first sawn-off shawties, they started crafting their own, improvised guns and explosives at an alarming rate. Amazing what you can with a Walmart’s worth of duct tape, gasoline and whole lotta random shit for “flavor”.
You have a tiny crab companion who’s actually a dragon. His back-shell opens ladybug style and lil wings pop out. He can also bench press cars and his pincers can cut through steel. Shoots the classic pressurized water beam of death, but I wanted him to have an alternate breath type that looks like a long range water sprinkler. It’s actually acid, but it magically tricks yur body into just thinking it’s wet instead of melting.
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Elvira Pudding: Kentucky Wise Woman and Chompin' Shack Proprietor
[writing practice]
Elvira counted the register, clucking like a delighted old hen. Another good day for the Chompin' Shack! Maybe now she'd be able to afford that little air conditioner. She glanced at the metal fan, wobbling and whirring away a few feet to her right. Elvira scowled at it. The fan responded by coughing bursts of hot air into her wrinkled face. Lousy old thing.
She was nearly done counting the day's earnings when a voice behind her called out, "One hot chicken, Mrs. Pudding."
Without thinking, Elvira called back, "We're closed!" But goose pimples ran up between her shoulders.
That voice! It was all too familiar.
"Sign's still on, Mrs. Pudding," the voice called back. "That means you're open. You still using my chickens, ain't ya?"
Turning, Elvira Pudding caught Old Henry's long face in the service window. The old man was sitting at the counter outside the Shack looking in. His two eyes, gleaming dully in the hot sun, watched Elvira's reaction — a mix of wariness and annoyed shock.
Old Henry was a chicken man by trade. Raised them from eggs; sold them at market. It was commonly accepted that his were the plumpest and juiciest birds in all of Trigg County. Elvira would buy nothing less for her Chompin' Shack.
But he was a staunch Protestant and an unapologetic curmudgeon. Thus, Old Henry was a constant thorn in Elvira's side. Not to mention (and this was the real cause of her shock), the man was deceased. Dead two weeks, just last Tuesday.
"Well," Elvira asked at last, "What brings you back, Old Henry?"
"First, the chicken, then we'll talk!"
His voice was loud as thunder, just like she remembered. But the words he spoke sounded strangely hollow now. They were like the notes you hear played on an old jug, resonant but muted. Like the wind was snatching at them, trying to steal them from Old Henry's lips, trying to silence him.
"I've been dead a good, long while," he said, in his hollow-boom of a voice. "And I'm famished. A man gets hungry rottin' in the ground."
Elvira waved a hand in the air, like she was drawing a figure-8, and the small refrigerator opened its doors. Two large chicken halves came floating out and landed on the counter in front of her.
"All right, Old Henry," she muttered, "All right."
Her fingers seasoned and battered the chicken halves quickly, expertly, then dropped them into the fry basket, which she dunked into the sizzling oil.
"One order comin' right up."
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"Strangest thing I ever heard," Mr. Jessup said, gaping, his large Adam's apple bobbling in his throat.
"I've heard stranger," Mrs. Jessup said. She was older than her husband. And in her dirty jeans and mud-caked boots, with both thumbs touching her belt buckle, she looked like the Marlboro Man, only without the mustache.
Mr. Jessup's eyes rested on the cemetery grounds through the open window. "And you're sure it's not... y'know," he paused, lowering his voice, "Sacker-litch, or anything?"
"It ain't sacrilege one bit, Mr. Jessup," Elvira explained. "It's happened before, and it'll happen again. And people have always done it this way, and always will. May I?"
"Hep yourself," Mr. Jessup said. He watched in amazement as Elvira waved a hand at the glass pitcher of sweet tea, which proceeded to float over to her Collins glass, as though lifted by an invisible hand. The pitcher poured a perfect stream of tea, filling Elvira's glass to the brim, before setting itself back on the coffee table. Cold ice clinked Elvira's teeth as she downed the sweet tea.
"But," she said with a wipe of her mouth, "With it being YOUR father, and all, it's really up to you. If you want to go through with it, I mean."
Mr. Jessup's face was turned out toward the graveyard again. His throat waggled as he asked, "Will he keep bothering you if we don't?"
"More'n likely," Elvira shrugged.
The nostrils on Mr. Jessup's huge bird-like nose flared. The corners of his mouth creased downwards and his eyes glistened.
"Is Daddy here right now?"
"No," Elvira said carefully. "Thing is, you'll never know it. You'll never get so much as a goodbye from him, even if you do the whole thing properly."
"I'll never see him again?"
"No."
"It's a gift of the Wise Folk," Mrs. Jessup said suddenly. "They's the only ones who can see 'em, spirits and thangs. Wise Folk, like Mrs. Puddin' here. They got the power."
There was respect in the woman's voice, and a look of admiration passed over her stern face as she stared at Elvira, like she was looking at a horse that wouldn't break.
"'Fraid so," Elvira said, averting her eyes.
"All right," Mr. Jessup said, with a series of bobbling nods, "We'll do it."
To be continued
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In the Still of the Night
♡ Pairing: Peter Parker x Black!Female Reader
▹ Words: 796
▹ General Warnings: Tooth rottin’ softness and an exhausted Spidey, mentions of blood
▹ A/N: My first blurb! I hope you guys like it. Happy Reading!
♬ Song Inspo: Put That On Everything - Brandy
Stars dot the darkened sky and the city nightlife of Queens drones on, alive and well as you wash your dirty plate, flip the lights off, and head into your one-bedroom apartment’s compact bathroom.
You already showered and donned your favorite over-sized T-shirt for bedtime. Wrapping your hair up is last on your list, but you’re setting aside the task for the last possible moment, dismally hoping you’d be up when your boyfriend comes home. But it’s well past midnight and you have work in the morning.
Peter always tells you it’s unnecessary to wait up for him, but you know he secretly likes when you do. You care about his well-being too much to just fall asleep on him when he finally gets home. There’s always something to patch up. Always something to soothe. Always a time to show him how much you missed him.
Yawning, you fasten and secure your satin scarf, then pad into your quiet bedroom and climb into your fluffy bed. You lay your head on your pillows and face the only window in the room, hoping to catch the sight of a silhouette swinging onto the fire escape.
Most of your nights begin this way. You, alone, laying on your side of the bed and fighting your drooping lids, waiting up for Peter. Sleep usually wins out.
The moment your brain is seconds away from traipsing into dreamland is the moment your bedroom window carefully slides open, and a male-figure clad in a tight red and blue suit stealthy crawls in and lands on his feet without making so much as a rustle. He quickly shuts the window, trying not to wake you but you’re up anyway, rubbing the bleariness out of your eyes to clearly see his fatigued face.
“Busy tonight,” he says as a way of apology, discarding his mask. A purple bruise blossoms on his cheek, and a stream of blood trickles from a cut near his eye.
His body gratefully slumps into you as you wordlessly rise and wrap your arms around him. You simply stand there, gingerly cradling him to your chest and thanking the heavens that he made it home in one piece before letting him undress.
The toll of the night’s criminal activity beats down Peter’s usual banter. He doesn’t utter another word, only groans as he steps out of his suit. Two more bruises, larger and angrier-looking than the first, mark his abdomen and chest. Wounds aren’t anything new, not anything you haven’t seen dozens of times, but you can’t help your slight gasp.
“Must’ve been a hell of a fight.”
He grins, then winces. “You should see the other guys.”
You shake your head, grinning back, then grab his hand and lead him into the bathroom, where you sit him down and pull out the freshly stocked first-aid kit.
Warm brown eyes bore into you as you turn on the faucet and dampen a cloth to gently wipe away the blood, cleaning wounds you know will be a faded memory by sun-up. Peter keeps you close, encircling his arms around your waist. A content hum rumbles low in his throat when you place a band-aid on the cut and press your lips to it for good measure.
“You know, I might heal up faster if you plant another one on me.”
“Oh, is that so?” you ask, amused.
Mischief twinkles in his sleepy eyes. “Probably. Won’t know ‘til we test out the theory.”
Humoring him, you lean down to smooch his bandage one more time, but Peter inclines his head back at just the right moment and captures your lips in an illicitly soft kiss. He takes his sweet time kissing you. Innocent pecks shift to needy lips latching to yours with a passion so deep you’d swear your kisses were the antidote to his pain.
You’re slow to break away from his lips, and even then you can’t help leaving a tender kiss on his injured cheek as you teasingly ask, “That work?”
“Can’t tell. My eyes were closed. Can I get a do-over?”
“How ‘bout this,” you reply, beckoning him up to his full height with a stifled yawn, “you get your do-over after I get at least six hours of sleep.”
Peter yawns too, long and loud, wincing again from the painful splotch on his cheek. “Deal.”
He silently follows you back into the bedroom, collapsing into bed and immediately pulling your back flush against his chest, burying his head in the crook of your neck. You snuggle up against him with a little hum of your own, happy to finally feel his body’s warmth and know he is officially safe for the night.
“Love you, Spidey.”
He mumbles back, “Love you, too, babe.”
All of your nights end this way.
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Warped Tour, 2005
Dates:
June 18: Columbus, OH
June 19: Milwaukee, WI
June 21: Maryland Heights, MO
June 22: Bonner Springs, KS
June 24: Dallas, TX
June 25: Houston, TX
June 26: Selma, TX
June 28: Las Cruces, NM
June 29: Phoenix, AZ
June 30: San Diego, CA
July 1: Long Beach, CA
July 2: San Francisco, CA
July 3: Ventura, CA
July 4: Fresno, CA
July 6: Pomona, CA
July 7: Wheatland, CA
July 8: Nampa, ID
July 9: George, WA
July 10: Saint Helens, OR
July 12: Vancouver, BC
July 14: Calgary, AB
July 15: Bozeman, MT
July 16: Salt Lake City, UT
July 17: Denver, CO
July 20: Noblesville, IN
July 21: Cleveland, OH
July 22: Cincinnati, OH
July 23: Tinley Park, IL
July 24: Minneapolis, MN
July 26: Corfu, NY
July 28: Quebec, QC
July 29: Montreal, QC
July 30: Barrie, ON
July 31: Pontiac, MI
August 1: Burgettstown, PA
August 3: Atlanta, GA
August 4: Jacksonville, FL
August 5: Tampa, FL
August 6: Pompano Beach, FL
August 7: Orlando, FL
August 8: Charlotte, NC
August 9: Virginia Beach, VA
August 10: Bristow, VA
August 11: Scranton, PA
August 12: Camden, NJ
August 13: New York City, NY
August 14: Englishtown, NJ
August 15: Northampton, MA
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Bob's Kitchen (Played 7/21-7/22)
Boink (Played 7/31)
Bombs Over Providence (Played 7/12-7/14 and 7/28-7/29)
Brain Failure (Played 8/8-8/11)
Brat Attack (Played 7/12-7/14)
Bricks For Shoulders (Played 7/21-7/22)
Brigands (Played 6/28)
Brutally Frank (Played 6/21)
Bullets and Octane (Played 6/30-7/3)
Burning Bright (Played 7/23)
Burns Out Bright (Played 8/8)
Butane (Played 7/23)
Buttonhead (Played 7/20)
Cartel (Played 8/3-8/4)
Cofelon (Played 7/17)
The Chaos Theory (Played 7/24)
Charlize (Played 7/17)
Chasing August (Played 8/8)
Chasing Victory (Played 8/3)
Chesterwhite and His Orchestra (Played 7/21-7/22)
Cigarette (Played 7/15-7/16)
Close to Home (Played 7/15-7/17)
Co-Exist (Played 7/4 and 7/7-7/8)
Comfortable For You (Played 7/2)
The Commercials (Played 7/21-7/22 and 7/26)
Coppermine (Played 6/21-6/22)
Corey Versus Corey (Played 6/24)
Closed For Mondays (Played 6/19)
Cranked Up! (Played 8/12)
Crush Luther (Played 7/28-7/30)
The Culling Song (Played 6/18)
Custom Made Scare (Played 7/3)
Damien's Day Out (Played 8/10)
Darkbuster (Played 8/10-8/11 and 8/13)
Day of Contempt (Played 7/4-7/7)
Daze (Played 7/26)
Deadbeat Romeo (Played 7/12-7/14)
Dead Poetic (Played 6/18)
Defiance of Authority (Played 8/8)
Defining Moment (Played 8/6)
DEK (Played 7/9)
Delux (Played 6/26)
Denver Harbor (Played 7/3 and 7/6)
Destruction Made Simple (Played 7/2-7/3 and 7/6)
Dexter Danger (Played 6/26)
The Dog and Everything (Played 7/21-7/22)
Diffs (Played 7/1-7/2)
The Disease (Played 8/8)
Disorient Express (Played 6/28)
Divided They Fall (Played 6/29)
DKLIMB (Played 8/4-8/6)
Down to Earth (Played 8/8 and 8/10)
Downtown Brown (Played 7/31)
Downtown Singapore (Played 8/10)
Dr. Neptune (Played 7/16-7/17)
The Drapes (Played 7/8)
Dub Trio (Played 8/13)
Echo Screen (Played 8/14)
Echovalve (Played 8/7-8/9)
The Eight Bucks Experiment (Played 7/17)
El Centro (Played 7/6)
El Pollo Diablo (Played 7/15)
The Escaped (Played 7/10)
E.W.I. (Played 7/9)
The Fabulous Rudies (Played 6/24-6/26)
Fail to Follow (Played 7/16)
Fakeknife (Played 8/14)
Fear Nuttin' Band (Played 8/9-8/15)
The Fenwicks (Played 8/4-8/6)
Fight Paris (Played 8/3)
Fight the Locals (Played 7/31)
The Firebird Band (Played 7/20 and 7/22)
Firecracker 500 (Played 7/6)
First on Mars (Played 8/1)
Five Minutes to Freedom (Played 6/30)
Flight 409 (Played 7/9)
Forever Changed (Played 8/4)
Forgetting April (Played 6/24)
Fred Savage & the Unbeatables (Played 7/24)
From There for Tomorrow (Played 8/4)
Fu Manchu (Played 7/1)
Fully Loaded (Played 7/15-7/16)
The Gasrats (Played 6/19)
G.F.I. (Played 7/8)
Gone All Summer (Played 7/23)
Grand Buffet (Played 8/12)
Grave for the Fireflies (Played 7/10)
Grayson Manor (Played 8/3)
Griz (Played 7/23-7/24)
Guff (Played 8/3)
He Is Legend (Played 8/3)
Hellogoodbye (Played 8/5-8/7)
Hence Reverie (Played 8/12 and 8/14)
Hidden By Authority (Played 7/2-7/3)
High Deafinition (Played 7/28-7/30)
Hitchers (Played 8/12-8/14)
Honchie (Played 6/25)
Hopesick (Played 8/5)
Hot Like (A) Robot (Played 7/20-7/22)
Hurry Up Offense (Played 8/1 and 8/11)
The Huxtables (Played 7/7-7/8
I Am the Avalanche (Played 7/26 and 8/13-8/15)
I Voted for Kodos (Played 6/19 and 6/22)
Idiom (Played 7/3-7/4)
illScarlett (Played 7/28-7/30)
In Memory (Played 7/1)
Inspect Her Gadget (Played 7/2, 7/4 and 7/7)
Introspect (Played 7/16)
Irradio (Played 7/6)
Issue 10 (Played 7/8)
It Dies Today (Played 8/11-8/13)
J4 (Played 6/24-6/29)
Jenoah (Played 6/19-6/22)
Jupiter Sunrise (Played 7/15)
Kaddisfly (Played 7/3, 7/7, 7/9-7/10 and 7/15)
Kairos (Played 8/1)
The Keep Always (Played 7/24)
The Know How (Played 7/20 and 7/22)
Last Great Hope (Played 8/7)
Like Yesterday (Played 7/26 and 8/13-8/15)
The Lingua Franca (Played 7/31)
The Look (Played 7/9-7/10 and 7/15)
Lorene Drive (Played 8/3-8/7)
Los Creepers (Played 7/7)
Los Furios (Played 7/12-7/14)
Los Kung-Fu Monkeys (Played 6/28-6/30)
Loser's Luck (Played 6/21-6/22)
Losing Team (Played 7/4)
Love Equals Death (Played 7/10)
The Lucky Stiffs (Played 7/7-7/9)
Ludo (Played 6/21)
The Madd Agents (Played 8/7)
The Mansfields (Played 7/17)
Maryz Eyez (Played 7/31)
Max Cady (Played 6/25)
Mentally Ill (Played 7/15)
The Miasmics (Played 8/9)
Midnight Aria (Played 8/4)
Mike Got Spiked (Played 7/28-7/30)
Mike Watt & Peter DiStefano (Played 6/30-7/4)
Milton (Played 7/21-7/22)
The Minor League (Played 7/31)
Minority (Played 6/24-6/26)
Morning Call (Played 7/12-7/14)
Most Precious Blood (Played 6/21-6/22)
Mourning Maxwell (Played 6/25-6/29)
Murdocks (Played 6/25)
My Finest Hour (Played 6/18)
My Former Self (Played 7/6 and 7/9)
My So-Called Band (Played 8/8)
Name Taken (Played 6/29-6/30)
Narcoleptic Youth (Played 6/30 and 7/3-7/6)
National Product (Played 7/1 and 7/15)
Near Miss (Played 7/20-7/23)
Neglected Superhero (Played 8/7)
Never the Better (Played 7/20)
No Name Charlies (Played 7/21-7/22)
The New Transit Direction (Played 7/16)
No Comply (Played 7/28-7/30)
Noise Attack (Played 7/2)
Notwithstanding (Played 7/24)
Nuts and Bolts (Played 8/4)
O'Doyle Rules (Played 6/24)
Off Track (Played 7/10)
One Eyed Jacks (Played 7/12-7/14)
OneWorldSolution (Played 7/7-7/8)
Onset of Effect (Played 6/28-6/29 and 7/1)
Open Hand (Played 6/18-6/19)
Ordinary K (Played 8/13)
Oreon (Played 7/20-7/22)
Outlett (Played 7/4)
The Paperdolls (Played 7/8)
PBM (Played 7/31)
Peachcake (Played 6/29)
Playing With Matches (Played 6/21)
Pluto Gang (Played 8/11)
The Preps (Played 8/1)
Preston (Played 7/16)
Protest the Hero (Played 7/12-7/14 and 7/30)
The Randies (Played 7/4-7/6)
The Real Deal (Played 7/28-7/30)
Remedy for Ruin (Played 7/26 and 8/13)
Robby Roadsteamer (Played 8/11 and 8/13-8/14)
Roses Are Red (Played 6/18-6/19)
Roundabout (Played 7/9)
Roundeye (Played 7/23)
Royden (Played 8/14)
Sakura (Played 7/20)
Same Day Service (Played 6/22-6/26)
Saving Verona (Played 7/17)
Say They Exist (Played 8/7)
Select Start (Played 8/4)
Seventh Echo (Played 6/18)
Shoreline (Played 7/23-7/24)
Silent Army (Played 7/15)
Simple & Supreem (Played 8/1)
Single File (PLayed 7/16-7/17
Singled Out (Played 6/29)
Six Hung Sprung (Played 6/21)
Skint (Played 7/16)
The Skulls (Played 6/30)
Sledgeback (Played 7/9)
So Abused (Played 7/8)
Somerset (Played 7/24)
Sophomore (Played 7/30)
Southcott (Played 7/26)
Split Fifty (Played 8/9-8/10 and 8/12)
Still Not Sexy (Played 7/23)
Stolen Babies (Played 6/30-7/2)
Straight Outta Junior High (Played 6/22)
Strawmen (Played 8/10)
The Stranger's Six (Played 6/30)
Subseven (Played 6/22-6/24)
Summerhero (Played 7/28-7/30)
Sunday Driver (Played 8/5-8/7)
Switchblade Kittens (Played 6/28)
Tanya Janca (Played 6/28)
Ten Second Epic (Played 7/12-7/14)
Third Estate (Played 7/26)
Third to None (Played 7/26)
Thirty3 (Played 7/10)
The Thornbirds (Played 7/10)
Through You (Played 8/5)
Tied For Second (Played 6/24)
Time Again (Played 7/1 and 7/7)
The Timmys (Played 7/23-7/24)
Tommy Coma (Played 8/11)
Tomorrows Too Late (Played 6/26)
Toothless George & His One Man Band (Played 8/1 and 8/12)
The Track Record (Played 8/8-8/10)
Transit War (Played 7/3)
Ultimate Power Duo (Played 7/12-7/14)
The Uncertain 5 (Played 6/18)
The Underwater (Played 8/12)
Unit F (Played 6/30 and 7/4-7/7)
Uptown (Played 6/29)
The Valley Arena (Played 6/30-7/2)
The Valley Kids (Played 6/28)
Versus the World (Played 7/4)
Waiting for Darryl (Played 7/8 and 7/10)
Waking Ashland (Played 7/1 and 7/9-7/10)
Walls of Jericho (Played 7/31-8/3)
Waving at Strangers (Played 8/3)
The Weakend (Played 7/31)
The Western Front (Played 6/19)
Westbound Train (Played 8/8-8/10)
Westshore (Played 8/6)
Who Needs Shoes? (Played 7/28-7/30)
Whole Wheat Bread (Played 8/5-8/7)
Wicked Wisdom (Played 7/10)
Witroy (Played 7/20)
Words Now Heard (Played 8/6-8/9)
Your Best Regret (Played 8/12)
Youthinasia (Played 7/28-7/30)
Zach Lost (Played 8/14)
Zero Syndrome (Played 6/25)
2 Mex (Played 6/29-7/10)
360 Degrees (Played 7/31)
Arcane (Played 6/18-6/28, 6/30-7/9, 7/12-7/28, 7/30-8/5 and 8/8-8/15)
Astronautalis (Played 6/24-7/7, 7/15, 8/3-8/7 and 8/13-8/15)
Asylum7 (Played 7/31)
Awol One (Played 6/29-7/10)
Bad Feathers (Played 6/18-6/22)
Blestenation (Played 8/8-8/15)
Bomb Sqwad (Played 8/8-8/9)
Braille (Played 7/10)
Breathless (Played 6/18-6/26, 7/1-7/2, 7/8-7/10 and 7/15-7/17)
Chief (Played 7/31)
The Chicharones (Played 7/3-7/15 and 7/20-7/24)
The Crest (Played 6/19)
Dark Starz (Played 6/18, 7/21 and 8/4-8/7)
Ecleptic Blue (Played 7/31)
Educated Consumers (Played 8/10)
Eibol N Knobs (Played 7/26, 8/8-8/11 and 8/13-8/15)
Eternia (Played 6/18-7/1, 7/3-7/22, 7/24-8/4, 8/6-8/8, 8/11 and 8/13-8/14)
Eye2Eye (Played 7/28-7/30)
Generik (Played 6/30)
Glue (Played 6/18-6/22, 7/20-7/24 and 7/31-8/1)
Greans (Played 6/18-6/28, 7/2-7/3, 7/14-7/17, 7/26, 8/3, 8/5-8/6 and 8/11)
Green Tara (Played 7/12)
GreySkul (Played 7/9-7/10)
Hangar 18 (Played 6/18-7/12 and 7/15-8/15)
Howl (Played 7/28-7/30)
Ismalia (Played 7/15-7/17, 7/24-7/26 and 8/1-8/3)
Joe Bean (Played 8/3)
Keith Concept featuring The Ketchup Samurai (Played 7/26)
Krush Unit - Solid Ground Reggae Band (Played 8/1 and 8/12)
Longshot (Played 7/16-7/23)
Ltoka (Played 7/4-7/7 and 7/16-7/17)
Minamina Goodsong (Played 8/1-8/7)
Mr. Brady (Played 6/30)
Mr. Dibbs (Played 7/20, 7/22 and 7/29)
Natives of the New Dawn (Played 6/18-6/22, 7/20-7/26 and 7/31)
Now On (Played 7/31)
Omni (Played 6/24-6/28)
One Be Lo (Played 6/21-6/29, 7/9-7/10, 7/28-8/5 and 8/7-8/10)
Paws (Played 7/12)
Phil Harmonic (Played 8/8-8/15)
Pigeon John (Played 7/1-7/2)
P.O.S (Played 7/24)
Psalm One (Played 7/20-7/24)
Q Unique (Played 8/9-8/15)
Quese I MC (Played 6/28-7/8 and 7/12-7/14)
Rachel Flood (Played 7/12)
Radiax (Played 8/13-8/15)
Red Tide (Played 8/6-8/7)
Roosevelt Franklin (Played 8/8-8/15)
Science Non Fiction (Played 8/4-8/7)
Shankhini (Played 7/30)
Sign1 (Played 7/31)
Solila (Played 8/4-8/7)
Subliminal Orphans (Played 8/12)
Tabularasa (Played 6/24-6/29)
Tasheer (Played 7/31)
TNA - Jam One (Played 7/23)
Verbal Kent (Played 7/23)
Xtra Credit B Girls (Played 6/25 and 8/5)
Brother Reade
Fivespeed
Lordz of Brooklyn
The Nillaz
Supreeme
8 Bit (Played 7/6)
Adrien and the Sickness (Played 6/26)
All or Nothing HC (Played 7/1-7/2, 7/7-7/8 and 7/16-7/17)
Allison Model One (Played 7/26, 8/11 and 8/15)
AlterBois (Played 8/12)
Anadies (Played 7/17)
Anti-Hero (Played 7/30)
The Applicators (Played 6/25-6/26)
Arden (Played 8/9)
Audio Dischordance (Played 8/8)
Beyond the Torchlight (Played 7/17)
Binky (Played 7/2)
Bogart (Played 7/14)
The Break Up (Played 7/4)
Calentura
Candy From Strangers (Played 7/10)
Careworm (Played 7/12)
Centric (Played 6/19)
Chumley's Toy (Played 8/4 and 8/6)
Con Amore (Played 8/14)
Curse of the Highride (Played 7/7)
Daimon (Played 6/28-6/29 and 7/1)
The Dead X's (Played 7/9)
Del Cielo (Played 8/9-8/10)
The Dents (Played 7/29)
Dirty Mary (Played 7/15-7/17 and 7/21)
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The Dollars (Played 7/23)
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Dynamite 8 (Played 7/8)
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Fabulous Disaster (Played 7/2)
Fall River (Played 6/18)
Fallopian (Played 7/3)
The Ferals (Played 7/4)
The Feverfew (Played 8/14)
Five Star Affair (Played 7/14)
Flyleaf (Played 6/22)
Full Minute of Mercury (Played 8/8 and 8/10)
GDB (Played 7/16)
Gina Young
Girl in a Coma (Played 6/22-6/24)
GirlParts (Played 8/3 and 8/8)
The Green Lady Killers (Played 6/28-6/29)
Handcuffs and Heels (Played 7/31)
Hidden (Played 7/6)
Hydraulic Sandwich (Played 8/15)
Jaymie Gerard (Played 8/14)
Jen Urban and the Box (Played 8/13)
Jerra (Played 6/30, 7/3 and 7/8-7/10)
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Jungii (Played 7/26)
Keen (Played 7/8)
Kievan Rus (Played 7/21 and 7/26)
Killbourne (Played 7/12-7/14)
Lady Unluck (Played 8/13 and 8/15)
Ladymilk (Played 7/30)
Last To Fall (Played 7/9)
Leaving The Scene (Played 7/10 and 7/15)
Lia Fail (Played 6/29-6/30 and 7/7)
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Lourds (Played 8/13)
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Midway (Played 7/6 and 7/23-7/24)
Miss Pie (Played 6/21 and 8/4-8/8)
The Misses (Played 6/21)
The Motorpsychos (Played 7/31-8/1)
Mr. Guy and a Few Good Men (Played 7/22)
Naked Aggression (Played 7/6)
New Years Day (Played 7/3)
One Way Letter (Played 8/3)
Ouija Radio (Played 7/24)
Overated (Played 6/18)
Paramore (Played 7/22-7/26, 8/3-8/7 and 8/9-8/10)
Pretty In Stereo (Played 7/1)
Princess Riot (Played 7/28)
Punk Bunny (Played 7/1)
The Rabits (Played 7/21)
Rachel Jacobs (Played 8/9)
Rachel Kann (Played 7/3)
Raging Hormones (Played 6/22)
Rags To Bitches (Played 7/29)
Ramona Quimby (Played 8/5 and 8/7)
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Red Knife Lottery (Played 6/19 and 7/24)
Revenge of the Bad Apples (Played 6/24-6/25)
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The Sadder Days (Played 7/4)
Secret Cervix (Played 8/11 and 8/14)
Shall We Dance (Played 6/21)
Sherry (Played 7/28)
Shiragirl
The Shocker (Played 7/2 and 8/9-8/14)
Side Effects (Played 8/11-8/12)
So Unloved (Played 6/26-6/28)
Sputterdoll (Played 7/2)
Sugarpuss (Played 6/30-7/1)
Sunset Grey (Played 6/24-6/25)
The Swear (Played 8/3)
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Unsensored (Played 7/29)
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What The Kids Want (Played 7/20)
All Too Much (Played 6/29)
The Dames (Played 6/29)
John Denvers Last Flight (Played 6/29)
Johnny Blood & The Transfusions (Played 6/29)
Line of Fire (Played 6/29)
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Sigma (Played 6/29)
Swing Ding Amigos (Played 6/29)
33 West (Played 8/8 and 8/10)
A Wilhelm SCream (Played 8/9-8/14)
AKA (Played 8/6)
Body Part Trophy Case (Played 8/11)
Break the Silence (Played 8/4-8/7)
Crash and Burn (Played 8/11-8/14)
Deagle (Played 8/4)
Driving East (Played 8/9)
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Fall of Transition (Played 8/7 and 8/10)
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High Speed Chase (Played 8/14)
It Starts Today (Played 8/4-8/7)
Just R Luck (Played 8/8)
Last Great Hope (Played 8/5)
Longspur (Played 8/4-8/14)
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New Crash Position (Played 8/4-8/7)
None More Black (Played 8/12)
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“The Savior Sessions” Part 14 of 33 - Negan x GN!Reader
IMAGE CREDIT: AMC (ALL OFFICIAL DIALOG FROM SERIES IS PROPERTY OF AMC)
SERIES MASTERLIST
Summary: Negan goes home, Jesus is brought home, and a whisperer is taken captive. What happens when Negan starts to see how the world is emptier without the one he cares for and how does the reader react to coming face to face with the daughter of their new enemy?
Word Count: 7103
Warning: Swearing
Song I Wrote To: "Unhinged” by Nick Jonas
Note: As I mentioned before we will be getting two different POVs for the next couple of parts, but they then will interact again soon. we need a look into their heads again and thus, we enter the war. THIS ONE IS SO LONG. We flip flop a bit, but its all for story tellin purposes.
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Alexandria was a ghost town at night, but Negan moved through it easily.
The last time he had been out on the vacant streets, you had been by his side. Now, it was just a dark street with closed doors and a feeling that something different was in the air.
As he wandered through Alexandria, his thoughts were on you. What would you think if you saw him right now? He had promised that he was going to be waiting for you, but when the opportunity presented itself, Negan felt a draw to the world beyond his concrete box.
He wondered where you were or if you even made it to Hilltop safely. There was a part of him that wanted to take a detour to where his mind was telling him to go. He figured he could just skim the perimeter of Hilltop to see if you were there. However, from his many moments of overhearing Aaron and Gabriel talk outside his cell, he knew how much security was around Maggie’s former homestead.
The thought of you had him heading to the Grimes house. He knew that Michonne was gone and that the kids would be with Gabriel. It was lucky that nobody bothered to lock their doors anymore. The people of Alexandria were safe considering the big bad wolf was locked up...until now. And while Negan felt anger towards his jailers, violence was the last thing on his mind. So, instead of burning down walls or taking revenge, he took the time to wander through the house.
He could see little things here and there that had once been Carl’s, trinkets that were too old to be Judith’s or RJ’s. There wasn’t anything out that was once Rick’s, but Negan figured that Michonne would keep that in her bedroom for just her.
Negan had no intention of crossing that line.
Instead, he found himself in the doorway of another bedroom. Hanging on a small hook by the door was a compass. Gently, he picked it up and turned it over in his hands. Etched into the metal were the initials “JG”. He smiled softly at that and then looped the compass around his neck.
Not trusting that the community was going to stay silent for long and with the sunrise on the horizon, Negan ducked back outside, grabbing some laundry that hung on a line close by. Shoving a cap on his head to hopefully obscure his face from afar, he searched for a way out.
The sun was just rising over the trees when Negan grabbed a shovel as he headed to a portion of the wall that was behind an empty house. Staring up at the wall, Negan took one more second to think about what he was about to do, but then he remembered your face as you watched him through those infernal bars. With a huff, Negan threw the shovel over the wall and then began to climb.
“I thought you were smarter than this,” a small voice came from below him. Negan froze and then slowly turned to see a pajama-clad Judith Grimes. In her hands was her daddy’s gun and it was aimed right at Negan. “I guess not.”
“You’re not gonna shoot me, kid,” Negan said, looking down at her.
“I will, I’ll do it,” Judith said but Negan could see her arms shaking from trying to hold up the colt python.
“I'm not going back. So you just pull that trigger if that's what you're gonna do, little lady. How 'bout this? How 'bout I go my way, you go yours, and we never see each other again?”
“How about you come down and I don’t put a bullet in you?” Judith offered and it was quick, but Negan saw so much of Carl in her then.
“You know, when your mom and dad... when they locked me up, they told me I was gonna be good for something, that I would help people see that things could change,” Negan said.
“Haven’t you done that?” Judith asked.
“Sure, but all the good shit happened to everyone else. I’m just rottin’ away in that box and I don’t think I can do it anymore.”
“What about (Y/N)?” Judith asked. Negan sighed, expecting this.
“What about them?”
“They’re gonna come back and find you gone. Don’t you think they deserve better than that?” she asked with a frown.
“They deserve better than me,” Negan said.
“I don’t think that’s up to you,” Judith said.
“Judith…” Negan began, but she wasn’t done.
“No! I heard what you said to them. You promised to be here when they got back.”
“People break promises all the time.”
“Not to people they care about,” she argued. Negan knew she was right, but he had made up his mind.
“I can’t be locked up anymore, kid. Who knows, maybe I’ll see them again someday but it will be on my terms, not your mom’s.” Judith frowned but then dropped the gun, letting it hang by her side. “You're not letting me go. You're just not seeing me leave,” he tried to reason.
“You know, there's nothing out there for you. For anyone,” Judith said.
“You know me better than anyone's known me in a very long time. So... I promise... I promise you that I'm not gonna hurt anyone. Even if they try to hurt me, I promise you, I won't hurt them. But... I gotta go, kid. I have to figure some stuff out.”
“What do I tell (Y/N)?” she asked and Negan’s heart sank.
“Nothing,” he said.
“That’s not fair,” Judith whispered.
“I know,” Negan said and they looked at each other for a moment before she took a few steps back and she nodded. “Thanks, kid.” Negan began to climb again when Judith finally noticed the compass.
“Hey, were you in my room?” she asked.
“You want it back?” Negan asked her, holding out the trinket. Judith shook her head after thinking about it.
“Keep it. It'll help you find your way,” she said and then raised her gun again. “But if I see you again, I'll shoot.” Negan grinned at her as he continued to climb.
“Yeah, I would.”
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The road beneath your feet felt wrong.
Everything around you felt wrong and every little sound had you jumping. You were all still shaken about what had happened in the graveyard and you could still hear that horrific whispering. It was like someone had dragged ice up your spine and you couldn’t get warm again.
As you made the trek back to the horses, Aaron and Daryl carried Jesus’ body as you helped Michonne with Eugene. Magna and Yumiko were ahead with their weapons drawn keeping an eye out for any more of the freaks with the masks.
The thunderstorm had been hard enough and then hearing Aaron scream after Jesus had been killed was even worse. It still rolled through your head alongside the whispering.
“What are we supposed to do?” you asked Michonne.
“Keep moving, get back to the horses, and get back to Hilltop,” she assured you.
“Who the hell would do this?” you asked.
“Someone who ain’t right,” Daryl said from behind you.
“You think there’s more?” Yumiko asked, her bow held out in front of her as she surveyed the area.
“Yeah, I do,” Daryl said as he readjusted Jesus’ body.
“Just keep movin’,” Michonne reminded everyone and you plowed on ahead, helping Eugene keep off his knee. It was swelling up even more and he needed to get to Siddiq. It took a bit longer to reach the horses, but eventually, Magna and Yumiko were taking the fence down and helping you to get Eugene up on the saddle.
Aaron and Daryl laid Jesus over one of the other horses while Yumiko and Magna rode the other. You, Michonne, Daryl, and Aaron walked alongside the animals, keeping your eyes on the woods as you did. Everyone was nervous and everyone was on edge. Daryl kept a bolt loaded in his bow and you kept noticing Michonne reaching back to touch her katana. Your own weapons had been lost in the fight, but you now had a new one that rested on your hip.
It was Jesus’ sword.
After you managed to get Jesus’ body off the ground, Aaron had picked up his blade as you all began to run from the cemetery. When you were finally clear, Aaron had passed you the sword without a word.
You had been hesitant to take the blade at first. Not because of whose it was, but because you figured Aaron would be the one to keep it. However, there was a look in his eyes that said more than anything he could put into words. And so, you carefully unbuckled the scabbard from Jesus’ belt and slung it on your own, sheathing the blade.
It swung on your hip now, your hand occasionally brushing against the pommel. Thinking back to the conversation you had with Judith about wanting a blade of your own now made your stomach turn. This was not the way you wanted to gain a new weapon. It felt both alien and right to carry Paul’s sword.
You were now determined to use it to take down as many of the murderers in masks as you possibly could. Whether they knew it or not, they had just declared war.
As Michonne spoke to Aaron behind you, Daryl caught up to you, matching your stride. He reached out and placed his hand on your shoulder. You reached up and held onto it, letting him ground you.
“It’s good we’re bringin’ him back,” Daryl said.
“I know,” you said with a nod.
“I know ya don’t like small talk,” he said.
“You’re right, I don’t,” you agreed, keeping your eyes forward.
“But, I’m worried about ya,” he admitted.
“I’m alright, Daryl,” you said. “Though, I think that may be the shock.”
“He didn’t deserve to go out like that. Not Jesus,” Daryl said and you knew he was hurting. Jesus and Daryl had an unspoken bond. Both were warriors who cared for the people they protected and they had become quite close. Dixon wasn’t one to be open with his emotions, but you could tell that he was in pain.
“I feel too exposed out here,” you admitted.
“Ya wanna go home?” Daryl asked, but you shook your head.
“No, not yet. I mean, yeah, I do want to get home, but this is more important.” Daryl was watching you and he could see something else was bothering you.
“What have I missed back in Alexandria?” he asked suddenly. “Somethin’ is different with ya. What’s goin’ on?”
“Not now, okay, D? Not now,” you pleaded.
“I don’t want us keepin’ secrets,” Daryl said and you nodded.
“It’s not a secret, I just don’t have the energy to explain.”
“Long story?” he asked.
“Somethin’ like that,” you agreed and he turned his eyes back onto the road, accepting your answer. It was only a few minutes later that Daryl spoke up again.
“I’m gonna try to convince Tara to let them stay,” Daryl said and you knew who he was talking about. You glanced up at Yumiko and Magna with gratitude. While you all had lost Jesus, without them and without Michonne, you could have lost everyone. You could have died too and all you could think about was what would happen to Negan.
It felt wrong to be thinking about him at that moment. Your best friend was gone, but all you wanted was Negan’s strong arms and the comforting sound of his voice. You needed your person and it made you feel a bit sick to think about him that way while walking beside someone who loathed him.
Negan’s hazel eyes lit up your mind like beacons of hope and you were willing to drown in them even if it meant losing the people closest to you. It was selfish and a bit insane, but nobody’s touch would offer you more comfort at that moment more than Negan’s.
When Michonne sped up to walk alongside Daryl, you fell back to walk with the horse that Jesus’ body was laid across. Aaron walked on the other side, keeping his eyes forward.
Michonne and Daryl were speaking about Rick and the sound of his name sent a jolt into your chest. You couldn’t help but wonder what he would do in your current situation. You also wondered what he would do about Negan in general. Would he have let him out of the cage more than the others? Or would he just leave him to rot like the others?
While you were all feeling the loss, Eugene was feeling a more complicated emotion.
Guilt.
“I’m sorry that we had to be in that graveyard,” Eugene said from atop his horse. “If I had just crawled out of that damn barn and went to find you—”
“Eugene, don’t,” you said, interrupting him. “This was not your fault. The only people we need to be blaming are those psychopaths in the damn masks. They killed Jesus, not you. Who knows who they are. They could have been watching us for weeks and we wouldn’t have known. Do not put this on yourself,” you said and then reached for his hand. Eugene reached down and held onto it tightly, tears pricking at his eyes.
Squeezing his hand tight, you tried to reassure him that you were there for him and that he was not alone in any of this. If anyone should feel guilty it was you. You had turned your back on Paul, had let him go and fight the Walkers alone. However, you were trying to remind yourself that the situation was one that nobody could have predicted. Still, it felt as if there was ice in your heart.
Suddenly, Dog became alert. His bark echoed around you and Daryl immediately raised his bow as Michonne pulled her sword. Your hand rested on the foreign weapon on your hip as you caught the motion that Dog had picked up.
Walkers were moving through the trees, but you weren’t so sure they were alone this time. “Is that the living kind or original recipe?” Eugene asked and if it was any other time you may have laughed. However, now, you were silent.
“Let’s find out,” Daryl said and then motioned for you and Michonne to move. You followed your leader, drawing your blade. The small herd was moving across a bridge. Yumiko and Magna secured the mounts while Daryl positioned himself at the end of the bridge, his crossbow raised.
You remained on the other side, Michonne adjacent to you as the others remained hidden too. As the Dead stumbled towards Daryl, he aimed and fired a bolt at one of their legs. When they kept walking, he reloaded and tried again. The second bolt found its target and a shout of pain lit up the bridge.
The masked man went down clutching his leg and the Walkers fell upon him, biting into his fresh, and very much alive flesh. While the Walkers converged, two more individuals in masks turned their attention to the other end of the bridge. One pulled a blade, but they didn’t get very far as an arrow cut through the air and embedded itself in the assailant's forehead.
You turned to see Yumiko standing there with her bow raised and a murderous look in her eye. When the last mask went to go for her, you and Michonne moved at the same time. You both raised your swords, crossing them into an “X” to block her escape. When the killer drew their weapon, Daryl moved in.
“Drop it!” He yelled. The other hesitated for a second before throwing the knife down and getting on their knees, raising their hands. Yumiko and Magna moved to take out the rest of the Walkers while you, Daryl, and Michonne approached the shaking figure on the ground.
Daryl didn’t hesitate to reach for the back of their head and pull the disgusting mask from their head. When their face was revealed, you took a step back.
It was just a kid, a teenage girl.
“Please, please don’t kill me,” the girl said as she looked up at Daryl with terrified eyes. She was filthy and looked as if she had been walking the Earth with the Dead for years. It was unnerving. Even more so, she couldn’t have been that much older than Carol’s son, perhaps even the same age.
“How many?” Daryl spat.
“Please... you killed them all. It's just me now,” she said, her eyes narrowing in on Daryl’s weapon. Michonne surged forward then and placed her sword against the girl’s throat.
“I don’t believe you!” Michonne shot, but you knocked the sword back. Michonne looked at you in shock.
“She’s a fucking kid, Michonne,” you said.
“She’s also a killer, (Y/N),” Michonne argued, pointing her sword back at the kid. Behind you, more Walkers began to approach from the East and it would soon be too much to handle and keep the horses safe. Not to mention keeping an eye on the scared teenager at your feet. Daryl then made the call.
“We ain’t got time for this, we’re takin’ her with us,” Daryl said as he roughly grabbed the kid’s arm and hauled her to her feet. Michonne shot you a look as she followed after.
“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, knowing you were never going to hear the end of it.
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Negan stood in a clearing, the grass at his feet dead from years of heat and the Dead trampling it.
He knew where he was, he knew the second he turned off the main road. Years before he would have thought about this particular spot with a smug smile. Now, all he wanted to do was be sick.
And so he did.
The air felt too hot and every image and sound from that bloody night had come back. He knew their names now. Glenn Rhee and Abraham Ford. Gabriel had made sure that he knew who they were when he first visited him in the cell. From faceless corpses to actual people, Glenn and Abraham haunted him and he took every abusive shriek from the other side as he soaked in his guilt.
You had been in the clearing that night. Though you had barely been conscious since Dwight had given you quite the beating when you tried to stop him from hurting Daryl. Not long ago, you admitted that you barely remembered him talking to everyone in the lineup. You remembered Glenn and Abraham dying and the screams of your family, but not much else. He didn’t know if he was grateful for that or not.
Perhaps if you could remember everything from that night, then you wouldn’t be wasting your time with him now. It was always so odd for you to talk to him as if the first time you had truly noticed each other was when you first visited his cell. The truth was, he had noticed you that night in the very clearing he was kneeling in.
He didn’t know what it was that made him look at you twice, but there was a resolve in your eyes even as they glassed over. He could tell that somewhere behind the disorientation and fury was someone who would be the last one standing.
He still believed that. Though, he didn’t think you would be much of a survivor with a failed Savior by your side. At least, not until he knew who he had become and the best way he knew how to figure that out was a test and the new world was the biggest one there was.
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Returning to Hilltop was not the celebration you had anticipated when you had set out.
What started as a rescue mission turned into a funeral procession and as the large gates opened, silence filled the air as you walked with Daryl and the others. Tara and Enid were coming out of Barrington when Enid gasped as she finally saw what and who was on the back of the horse Aaron led.
Stopping right before the Colonial house, Aaron approached Enid who ran to hug him, burying her face into his chest. He was shaking as he held her. Tara stepped towards Jesus’ body and placed her hand on his back, dipping her head in sorrow.
You took a step back, not wanting to intrude on the moment. You also made sure Paul’s sword was out of sight. It felt wrong to bring it into Hilltop when it was separated from its owner.
Former owner.
Instead, you focused on the other task at hand. Daryl hauled the girl off the horse, the blindfold he had put on still tightly in place. She stumbled on the ground as he righted her and began dragging her towards the cellar that you knew led to Hilltop’s jail cells. You followed closely by, ignoring the people’s calls for answers. Daryl yelled back a few but kept walking.
He yanked open the cellar doors and shoved her down the steps. You followed him and Michonne, your hand now resting on your weapon. You could hear Tara speaking to Tammy above ground, but you ignored her.
“Daryl?” a voice came and you recognized it immediately. When Henry saw you, his eyes were filled with worry. “(Y/N)? What’s going on?”
“Jesus is dead,” you told him as Daryl tossed the girl into a cage on the other side of the cellar.
“What?” Henry asked. You didn’t have the energy to respond to the kid as you slipped away towards Daryl and Michonne. You didn’t even want to ask why the kid was down in the cells in the first place.
Daryl was glaring down at the kid as she stared up at him with those same terrified eyes.
“No more bullshit,” he sneered. “Yer gonna talk or I’ll finish what she started,” he said pointing to Michonne. The girl met your eyes through the bars, but you just faded back into the shadows and watched.
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Negan didn’t remember the world feeling this empty.
Then again, anytime he was out in it, he had an army at his back. Now, he only had himself. He could practically hear your voice in his head saying something like, “Come on, now you’re just bein’ dramatic.”
That thought comforted him as he came across a building that seemed to be Walker-free. With a quick shove, he broke in through the front door and began making his way through the shop. Immediately, he clocked it as too small and that you would hate it. You had only briefly mentioned your fear of small spaces, but it was one of the small details that he had never forgotten.
When he spotted a leather jacket, a laugh flew from his throat, and with a smile, he slid it across his shoulders. “Damn Teach, would you look at that? Fits like a glove,” He said quietly. Shaking off the thoughts that were threatening to overwhelm him, he moved further into the shop.
When a gnarled hand grabbed at his ankle, Negan swore in surprise but brought his boot down on the Walker’s head before it could take a bite out of his leg. Then, of course, because his luck was turning for the worse, the storage room door broke open and more Walkers flooded into the small aisles.
Negan ran for the back door and slammed his body into it. Scrambling to get back outside, he wrenched the door open and shoved it behind him just as the Walkers reached for him. “Jesus Christ,” he swore, and then finally, he got it to shut.
Negan glared at the door as he tried to catch his breath. He hadn’t had to fight Walkers for over six years and he had almost forgotten how it felt to go up against the things. He thought back to the night when the wall had come down and he had seen you fight with your blades. You had been a powerhouse and one that he had no intention of ever going up against. He definitely understood then why you were one of Alexandria’s main protectors.
Letting that image wash over him, he finally turned his face towards the direction he was always heading.
He was going home.
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The girl was still begging, but Daryl wasn’t having it.
“How many more?” he asked for the third time.
“They're all dead,” the girl said as tears streamed down her face. “My family's dead. Please just stop.” The begging was starting to get to you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask Daryl to stop. You knew that you needed answers. However, no matter how angry you were, you hated seeing a kid in a cage. Just another thing you had in common with Negan.
“Not until ya start answering our questions. Your name. Start with your name.”
“I told you, I don't have one. None of us do. None of us did. That's not how it worked,” she said, trying to make him understand.
“How did it work? Why do you wear their skins?” you asked, finally stepping out of the shadows. “What’s the point?”
“It's what we did to live. That's... That's all we wanted to do. Live,” she said, but you still couldn’t understand why. Since the start of the Apocalpyse, there was only one constant rule and that was to stay away from the Walkers. How these...people could willingly surround themselves with them is something you couldn’t comprehend.
“You're saying you had to do this?” Michonne shot back.
“You wouldn't understand,” the girl whimpered.
“Then make us understand. What the hell were you doing?” Michonne tried again.
“We... We were just trying to see if they were good people, too. But then you attacked us, and now they're dead. They're all dead. And I don't have anything!”
“What did your people know about us? Do they know about this place?” Michonne asked, glaring down at the girl.
“I don't know. I don't know anything. They didn't tell me anything!” she yelled as the sobs continued. “Please stop asking me. Just leave me alone, please. Please just leave me alone,” she begged and Daryl threw his hands up in exasperation.
As Michonne and Daryl slammed the cage door behind them, he looked at you and you knew what he was asking. You nodded and leaned back against the wall to watch over the girl as Daryl led Michonne outside to speak to her.
After a moment of hearing the soft cries of the girl across from you, you finally stepped forward. She backed away as you approached her. Resting your arms on the bars, you stared down at her calmly. You were well-versed in speaking to someone from the other side of a cell, but this was not Negan and you were not in the mood to play games.
“I don’t care about your name,” you began. “That not what’s important right now. To be honest with you, I am struggling with not breaking this door open and strangling you.” She gulped at that. “However, I am not someone who kills kids. Though, I can’t say the same for my friends that just left. You see, kid, we are incredibly protective over our people and we don’t let monsters hurt them.”
“I didn’t—”
“I’m not done,” you stopped her. “I know all about monsters. I know how they think, how they act, and I know how to make them talk.” She was staring up at you with wide eyes and you could feel the fear that was radiating off of her.
“(Y/N)…” Henry interjected.
“Shut up, Henry!” you shot back, turning your glare on him as he sunk back into his cell.
“I never wanted to hurt anyone! You attacked us!”
“We were killing Walkers!” you shouted back. “And in case you damn well forgot, you were the ones hunting us.”
“This is just how the world works now,” she whispered.
“I know damn well how the world works. You’re a child, you may be a part of some kind of cult or whatever the hell you wanna call your family, but you are still. A. Child. We’ve all seen the way this world is, we’ve fought for our lives here, won wars, and lost friends. Now, I got someone waitin’ for me and I ain’t about to waste my time on you and your bullshit. I stand by my code that I don’t want to kill you, but make no mistake, if I don’t start gettin’ some damn answers, I will keep your ass down here. Even if that means you never see daylight again.”
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“Home, sweet home,” Negan said as he looked up at the factory that was once his kingdom.
A pipe was resting on his shoulder as he smiled up at the building, feeling a shred of his former self trying to breakthrough. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine that there were people on the other side of those walls waiting to welcome him home.
However, he knew the truth. The Saviors were gone, his kingdom had fallen, and all he was now was a washed-up leader with a rusty pipe. From the corner of his eye, he could see a few Walkers staggering towards him. With a wide smile, he swung the pipe and cracked the first skull. Dark blood sprayed as the creature hit the ground and then, he was fired up.
As more and more of the Dead converged on him, he got back into the rhythm that he thought he had lost. It was exhilarating to just let go and take out all his frustration on the Dead. He had been feeling quite overwhelmed and angry the past few months, more so than usual and he had been so afraid that he would lash out at you and scare you off.
By the time he was out of breath and thoroughly proud of himself, Negan strutted towards the front doors. However what he was met with was not a shrine to his empire, but a sunken graveyard of failure.
The entirety of the factory floor was flooded and if he hadn’t known the building like the back of his hand, he wouldn’t have thought this was the same place he had stood above proudly seven years before. Negan leaned against the railing, hanging his head.
None of it was right.
He could see bodies of fallen Walkers submerged in the corner, old equipment from before used to barricade doors, and even evidence that multiple fights had broken out. Negan wasn’t fully aware of what became the Sanctuary during the year after the war. Laura had told him once that Daryl was overseeing it but that he was rarely there and when he was, he always wanted to leave.
Negan didn’t blame him. Daryl had been through hell and back at the Sanctuary. Another thing he wasn’t all that proud of. Truth was, Negan liked Daryl, he even respected him, but back then, he liked power even more. Just thinking about the kneeling and the killing now made Negan ashamed.
Not all of it, but most of it. He never felt guilty for what he did to the Monroe boy. Even you had agreed that Spencer had deserved it and nobody missed him all that much. He probably didn’t deserve a full evisceration, but he never felt bad about killing him. Then there were the moments that he killed to protect his people, the incidents that happened before he met Rick.
However, then there were the moments that he had learned about after the war. The killing of the child at Hilltop, the massacre at Oceanside, and of course, the slaughter of Jadis’ people at the dump. Simon had been very busy. Negan thought his Second was simply spreading fear, but he had never known just how blood-soaked his name had become.
“I am Negan” was now sounding more like a curse than a mantra.
As Negan walked through the ruins of his former home, he was met with a loud bang as a Walker threw itself at one of the doors. Negan recognized them immediately. "Big Richie, is that you? Look at you. Loyal to the end,” Negan said as he looked at the Dead man.
He moved on, heading out onto the main floor where he felt the true loss of everything. Most importantly, though, he was missing you. He didn’t know if you were home yet or if Judith had told anyone what happened.
If he was being honest with himself and he always was, he didn’t care about a cage or a warden in the form of Father Gabriel. He just wanted you. Leaving Alexandria, breaking his promise, all of it was a mistake and he now hated himself for it.
His hand found the compass around his neck and he flipped it over, rubbing his hands over the initials carved into the back. He sighed, closing his eyes as he thought about the last thing he had said to you.
“I’ll be waiting,” he whispered to himself. That was what he said to you and you had believed him. “Fuck,” he swore as took a last look at the fallen kingdom. He had made up his mind and there was no going back this time.
He didn’t care about Michonne or Daryl or even if Rosita wanted to skill him alive. He only cared about you and that alone had him walking from the Sanctuary and turning his back on his old life in favor of the new one he wanted to build with you.
As he spotted a motorcycle, a realization hit him like a truck. He smiled and the rusty pipe in his hand fell from his grip, the sound echoing around the yard like the final ring of a church bell on Sunday.
“I’m comin’ home, (Y/N).”
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Michonne was leaving.
You knew that she had too. It was too dangerous for people back home in Alexandria to not know what was going on. However, you had decided to stay just a bit longer. “Are you sure?” she asked you as you walked through Hilltop.
“I need to be here to get answers and I don’t know, try to get Daryl to keep his head on straight,” you said.
“What about Negan?” Michonne asked and for the first time, her tone wasn’t that hostile when speaking his name.
“He knew I was coming out here. I’ll see him when I see him.”
“Should I tell him what’s going on?” Michonne asked. You thought about it for a moment before nodding.
“Probably for the best. He’s gonna hear people talking about it anyway. Hell, maybe he’s heard about these freaks before. I know he traveled for a bit before settling at the Sanctuary.” Michonne nodded.
“I’ll ask him,” she said.
“Something isn’t adding up with this girl,” you admitted.
“What are you thinking?”
“This kind of pack mentality, the no-names, the vicious nature of these people,” you said, trying to wrap your mind around it all. “I don’t think she’s telling us the truth when she said we killed them all. If my instincts are right, there is a whole herd of masks out there. They may have been out there for a while too.”
“This is not good,” Michonne said, rubbing at her brow,
“I’m going to get the answers I need and then I’ll come home and tell you what I think,” you said.
“Alright, I think that’s the best idea.”
“Go, Michonne, get back to your kids,” you said and she smiled softly, reaching out to give you a hug before going over to Daryl to tell him the same thing. Your eyes scanned the community around you and you were starting to get nervous.
Tara had told you that Alden and Luke had gone out to look for you and they hadn’t returned. There were thoughts that were nagging at you that said that they were in trouble and you couldn’t shake them. Alden was a good friend and he was special to Enid. You couldn’t handle losing him so soon after Jesus. And Luke was important to Yumiko and Magna, two people who you now trusted with your life.
When Jesus was finally buried, you stood at the back, gripping his weapon. Aaron stood next to you, his hand wrapped around your shoulder as you watched the man you both cared for be placed in the ground. It was a silent ceremony and as the grave was filled in, Enid was nowhere to be found. But you knew where she was, she was with Glenn.
Enid always went to his grave when someone had died and you were probably the only one who knew that besides Alden. You didn’t mention it as Aaron hugged you goodbye and followed the rest of Alexandrians from Hilltop with Michonne leading them home.
Instead of participating in the moment of silence with the rest of Hilltop, you headed back down to the cell. Daryl found you down there a few moments later and didn’t say anything. The girl had cowered at your presence when you had entered, but now just watched you with open curiosity.
Daryl was pissed when he barged in, heading straight for her. You didn’t try to stop him.
“Who are you?” Daryl barked. “Answer the question. You wanna die? Is that it?” he bellowed, but Henry wasn’t having it either.
“Daryl, what's your problem?” Henry said.
“Quiet!” you yelled at the kid and he just slammed his hands against the bars.
“Do you?” Daryl repeated. “People up there just buried a good man. And they are ready to string you up right now. All I got to do is drag your ass up them steps. How many in your group?”
“I already told you…” she said but Daryl ripped open the door and grabbed her, throwing her against the bars.
“How many?” he yelled.
“I don’t know, ten maybe? We wore skins to blend in. We didn't have names. I mean... I mean, we did, but we didn't use them!”
“How long you been out around here?”
“I don't know. We moved around with the... with the Dead. I mean, the skins made them leave us alone. They protected us, so we protected them.”
“You got a camp? Walls?” you asked.
“Walls don't keep you safe. Places like this don't make it. They never make it. That's how it is. My mom and me, we saw it happen over and over. I... I barely remember the world before all this. But my mom, she told me how it was changing, how we had to change with it, how we needed the dead and each other to keep safe. We're never alone.”
“Why'd your people kill our people?” Daryl asked.
“It's just what we do. Everybody still alive is a threat. It's us or them.”
“How many people in your group and don't lie to me!”
“My mom! It's just my mom,” she said.
“You said your people were never alone,” you said, narrowing your eyes. The girl’s eyes widened as she was caught in a lie and then Daryl was grabbing her and trying to drag her from the cell.
“No! No, I told you the truth!”
“I told you what was gonna happen!” Daryl yelled back
“Daryl!” Henry shouted.
“Shut up!” Daryl snapped at him.
“Please! Let go of me!” the girl begged.
“Daryl, stop!” Henry begged again and you were ready to ship his ass back to the Kingdom right then.
“Please, Daryl, please don't kill me, please,” the girl said, and at the sound of his name falling from her lips, he pushed her back into the cell and slammed the door. As Daryl went to yell at Henry, you couldn’t hear anymore. You climbed back to the surface and tried to calm down.
Daryl wasn’t far behind you. “I don’t believe her,” you said. “What happened with the herd and the graveyard, it was too coordinated.”
“I know,” Daryl said. “Come here.” He led you over to the window that led into the cell where the girl was and he sat down. You joined him and then, you listened.
“Thank you,” the girl said.
“What?” Henry responded.
“For saving me, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he said and then, “I'm Henry.” It was quiet for a moment before she finally responded.
“I'm Lydia.”
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Negan had seen a lot of weird shit in his life, but seeing little Judith Grimes in the middle of the road pointing a gun at him took the cake.
“Shit!” Negan swore as Judith fired at the bike he rode. He skidded on the road, the bike going into a ditch as he flew off it, landing on his back. Judith ran after him.
“I told you I was gonna shoot you,” Judith said, aiming her weapon on him again.
“Yeah, you did,” Negan sighed, getting to his feet as he brushed off the dirt from his pants.
“Why’d you come back?” Judith asked.
“Because I should have listened to you,” Negan admitted. “There wasn’t anythin’ out there for me.” Judith narrowed her eyes but then shook her head.
“That’s not the full reason,” Judith argued and Negan sighed, crossing his arms. “Tell why you really came back.”
“Judith…” Negan said.
“Negan,” she shot back and he knew that she wasn’t going to let him move without an answer. Instead of brushing off the girl’s question, Negan knelt down to her level, keeping his eyes on hers. Whatever she saw in his eyes had her dropping the colt and moving closer to him.
“I don’t care about being locked in a cell if it means that I’m near them,” Negan admitted. “If I can spend only an hour a day with them, it’s worth it because dammit kid, you were always right.”
“About what?” she asked
Negan reached out and adjusted the brim on her hat as he smiled gently at her. He took a deep breath and then with an open heart said, “I’m in love with (Y/N).”
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As tensions rose, somewhere not too far from Hilltop, Alden and Luke were met with the barrel of a shotgun.
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Sun Sand Heat (A Batarou Drabble)
“Garou! Throw me!”
“Alright, alright.”
“Me too, Ojiisan!”
“I said don’t call me that!”
Badd finally gets up from under the huge umbrella that’s been shading him from the sun. It’s a beautiful day at the beach, and other families dot the sand in either direction. Luckily it’s not too crowded, though, because then they might worry about Garou getting people’s attention.
Because he’s currently lobbing both Zenko and Tareo easily into the water, making them flail in the air before falling in with a splash on the other side of the breakers.
In the lull between tosses, Badd wraps his arms around Garou’s waist and kisses his shoulder. “I thought we were tryin’ to keep a low profile,” he mumbles, but it’s obvious he’s smiling.
“I’m wearing this awful hat, aren’t I?” Garou adjusts the brim of the bucket hat, decorated with prints of tropical flowers. His white hair is trying to escape through the small holes.
“That’s also to keep ya from burnin’ up, ya lobster.” They had managed a beach day when Zenko went on spring break with a friend’s family. Badd didn’t think it was sunny enough to need sunscreen. Garou burned into seven shades of painful reds.
“Uh-huh. I think you just like seeing me in embarrassing shit.”
Garou turns around to pull him in, glancing down where their chests touch. Badd can tell he’s mentally comparing his practically-porcelain skin tone with Badd’s golden cookie tan, and he grins, nipping his chin. “Don’t be jealous.”
“Why would I be jealous of something that’s mine?” Garou finally kisses him, and he’s still just slightly cooler than Badd. A little drink of water in the summer heat. “So, I assume you’re here because you want a turn.”
“What... Garou, I swear to fuck—!”
He’s already in the air, effortlessly over Garou’s head, a hand holding his arm and the other his leg. “Language, Badd. We’re supposed to be keeping a low profile.”
Then, he’s airborne, soaring and tumbling, his vision alternating between blue-green sea and the shore and in only a second he’s hitting water that is probably not that cold but when it hits his sunbathed skin it’s like ice. He’s sputtering as he resurfaces...just in time to see Garou’s head come up, grinning.
“You have to admit it’s fun,” he ribs gently, pulling Badd forward to let him float on his front.
“...okay, a little. But some warning would have been nice.” He chuckles. Garou’s hair looks absolutely ridiculous when he’s in the water. The points sort of sag pathetically. “Nice hair.”
“You’re one to talk.” He tries to pull his hands through it and makes a face as the product sticks to his fingers. “Ew. It’s all shitty now.”
“I wasn’t planning on swimming, ya oaf!” He takes a breath and goes under the water to wash his hair out vigorously. The gel starts easily falling apart in the saltwater once it’s getting some attention.
When he opens his eyes, about to reemerge, he can see Garou is under the water too. Vision hazy and scattered, he can really only tell that he’s there and then he’s coming in closer. Closer.
His mouth feels different under the water. Their lips slide frictionless across one another. Badd touches his cheeks and holds him in close...until a few bubbles start escaping. And going right up their noses.
They both emerge, coughing and hacking. “What the hell?!” Garou complains, rubbing at his face. “Movies make that look hot. Nobody ever drowns from it!”
“What have I told ya about that shit on TV rottin’ your brain?!”
Just like that, it’s a scuffle, sending huge blasts of water into the air, and the thought of “low profiles” is completely thrown away.
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