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boundtobetragic · 7 months

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✘ Iron Heart ✘

Before the dead first walked this earth, I was many things that I am no longer. Once honest and humble, turned deceitful and boastful. Echoes of my charismatic personality remained, but a tough cold exterior had been built over the many years of fighting to survive this new world. Many lives lost on the way, most faces I can’t even picture in my head without seeing the dead ripping them to fleshy shreds. I could still hear the faint screams as they got eaten alive, like they’re still feet away from me. The weak and vulnerable ones quickly became zombie bait in this fucked up thing we call life, while the assholes like me would live til the very fuckin’ end. That’s how life has always worked though, huh? The good ones die young, they say.

Tucked away in the rich forests of the Southern Rockies was The Iron Heart compound. Acres and acres of fenced in land with panoramic views of the Rockies while the compound sat directly in the middle of it all. We had gardens and livestock, all kept free from the disease of that outside world. There were about 50 of us now. All different walks of life, even elders and children, but they were protected by what we called the front-liners. The front-liners were myself and other men and women that would leave the compound to walk and fight amongst the dead, sometimes even the living. We’d go out on supply runs, cautiously explore other territories within a certain range and anything that involved the outside world was on us. The rest would stay back and perform the daily chores that were in place to keep the structure and schedule amongst the community as strong as ever. What we had here, was something many of us would die to protect and defend. Including myself.

Today started off like any other supply run day, except storm season was officially upon us and the abundance of dark clouds rolling in proved such. A small group of front-liners piled into the back of my black lifted 1978 Ford F-150, while Joshua sat in the passenger seat and I drove. The route today wasn’t more than about ten miles out, however, the area it was in had become more and more filled with the infected as the harsher temperatures pushed them inward. But we needed supplies from a local pharmacy, and it often proved therapeutic to clear out a bunch of them dead fucks anyway, so onward through the gates of Iron Heart we went.

The cassette player in the truck was still barely holding on, meaning options were limited, but I did enjoy playing us some Black Sabbath - Into The Void - as we cruised those ten miles out to the streets of what used to be Aspen, Colorado.

♫ Through the universe, the engines whine Could it be the end of man and time? Back on earth, the flame of life burns low Everywhere is misery and woe Pollution kills the air, the land and sea Man prepares to meet his destiny, yeahhhh! ♫

Cranking the steering wheel just slightly to the right to hit a stray zombie that scooted along the side of the road, a loud plethora of groans commences when the guts are sent upward and all over the group in the back of the truck. Reaching back with my idle hand to open up the small window that separated us so I could yell out at them.

“Oh quit your whining, you pansies! There’s more of that coming up shortly. Get ya asses ready.”

♫ Earth remains in worry, hate, and fear With the hateful battles raging on Rockets flying to the glowing sun Through the empires of eternal void Freedom from the final suicide. ♫

As we approached the destination of the pharmacy, we’re stunned by the lack of infected out today. There was an eerie silence that invaded the town, one that instantly didn’t feel right as we piled out of the truck and began to search and clear the area before we entered the establishment.

“Clear!”

“All clear!”

And clear, it seemed to be.

Whatever was left in the pharmacy was ours and we’d pack up as much of it as we could. Typically, we weren’t so greedy and would only take what was needed, but after several towns nearby had been ran-sacked within the last few weeks from different groups coming through, we weren’t taking many chances as of late.

“Alright, let’s get this shit in the truck so we can get the fuck out of here.” I announce to the group before everyone went in their own direction to pack up anything and everything we could.

Prescriptions, supplements, first aid & wound care, toothpaste, women’s and men’s deodorant, etc etc.. It was all stuffed into duffel bags and loaded up in the truck parked right outside.

All had gone as expected thus far, but in this world, you never knew what horrors were lingering just beyond the corner. Along with swift feet, you had to be swift minded as well.

Deciding to tag along with Joshua to clear the back alley of the pharmacy before we headed out, my heavy HD 125 crossbow aimed and ready as he slowly opened the backdoor and pushed his way outside into something neither one of us could expect.

An inactive horde of infected littered the streets of the back alley, all breathing low in tandem before Josh mistakenly stepped on shattered glass and suddenly stirred all of them awake. Like the domino effect, they all advert their mindless attention toward the two tasty targets that were my partner and I.

'Shitshitshitshit.

RUNNNNNN!'

And in that very moment, that tough exterior breaks down and floods my mind with a raw flashback of the moment I saw my fiancee get absolutely torn apart by those brainless fucks. I stall, but only for a split second before Josh and I both take off toward the backdoor of the pharmacy. Hoping to lock it shut behind us so we’re able to get everybody in the group back to the truck, far the fuck away from here.

Hearing the piercing roars and screeches from the dead, rotten arms nearly just missing us as we slammed the door shut, but with the weight pushing against us, we were running out of time and endurance.

“I got this, Xander. Go! NOW. Get them out of here.”

Fuuuuuuuuck. Not much got to me these days but Josh had become such an important addition to Iron Heart and this sacrifice of his was gonna sting. I had a job to protect and lead, though. So without much of a second thought, I sprint off toward the front of the pharmacy to get the rest of the group out to the truck before the horde of the infected tore us apart too.

'Arrrrhhhhhhh hhhhhh

AHHHHHHH YOU FUCKERS'

The nightmarish screams that escaped Josh as the dead likely tore him bloody limb to bloody limb would never leave any of our minds, in-fact I could still hear it ringing in my ears as we piled back into the truck and sped off.

•••• ••••

Back in the comfort of my own slice of heaven in Iron Heart, I sat at the long distinguishable desk that had an iron heart engraved in the middle. Several members of the community here with me as we went over notes and game plans for future supply runs. Some bickered amongst each other, others kept quiet. And then there was me, crossing Joshua Pendleton off our Iron Heart register which I kept journaled for documentation.

"He is gone. Josh is no longer with us, and we're moving on now 'cause that's all we can fuckin' do... We do better and we keep it fuckin' pushin'.'

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scentedtigerfun · 2 years

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Just yelling to the void

In the Ichigo is so done...fic, (yes, i am lazy to write it out fully)

In the future when the adults meet up(Lucius , Marcolo, Severus, Zawa, Zashi, Grimmand Kisuke) bc of reasons 😆 Sev, Zawa and Grimm says "loud blondes" with a sigh

#Ichigo is so done fic #bleach #mha #hp fanfic #crossover #Rev's

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dayy-dreamerrs · 3 years

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i want someone to hold my face in their hands and tell me everything is going to be okay and then kiss my forehead, and make a little joke.

#sev yells into the void #sev is yearning #lol dysphoria breakdown #help im not a pretty boy #yearning #crushcore #lovecore #soft partners #bi aroace #txt

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whump-txt · 3 years

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eat the raspberries to confuse the blood in my mouth

cw: suicide mention, wound description

The moon wasn’t visible from where they stood on the forest floor, and Finnegan wouldn’t have been surprised if it didn’t exist at all. Who was she to say that the horizon in the distance wasn’t just an illusion? She had never been there. Tearing her gaze away from the swath of branches above her, Finnegan hoisted herself up on a rock, patting the space next to her. “Come up here! You can’t see shit down there.” Pulling down a branch, she hung her flashlight on it, watching as it snapped back, illuminating the area around her.

Sev shook his head, black locks falling to the side. “Can’t see shit anywhere. Why’d this forest have to be so foggy?”

Finnegan tossed a pebble down at him. It might have disappeared halfway down, or maybe it was hidden in the grass stems. Both were equally likely. “Stop complaining. Would you rather be back at camp?”

“No.” Sev scrambled up next to Finn, heels bouncing against stone. He squinted his eyes, throwing out a hand to block the glare from Finnegan’s light. In doing this, he almost let his own flashlight drop, and reached below him to get it, triumphantly holding it up from where he caught it in mid air.

It was nice, out here. Better than back at camp, with lumpy mattresses and strict schedules and get in line. That’s how it is here. Get used to it, is what Milo would have said if he knew what Sev was thinking. But if Milo was here, he would be dragging Sev off of the high rock, limbs flailing, and sitting him down in their cabin. And it would be so much harder to get out.

“That’s what I thought.” Finnegan set down her backpack and pulled out two soda cans, one of which she handed to Sev. He squinted at the label, struggling to see with just the light from the cheap flashlight.

“Is this plain soda water?” He gasped in mock disgust. “Please tell me, why, of all things, you chose thi-”

“It was all they had left, okay? And I got, um, where is it-” Finnegan rummaged around, turning back to Sev with a bright smile that he could barely see in the darkness. “Here!” She ripped one of two packets open and poured something that Sev couldn’t make out through the opening of the can.

“...What? Where did you get fucking cocaine?”

“Chill! You thought that was cocaine? Jesus, dude. It’s just sugar.”

The what the fuck look on Sev’s face didn’t disapear. “You tell me we’re sneaking out of camp, we go on a nature hike and you pour a packet of sugar into your plain soda water?”

“It’s… all they had left.” Finn took a sip, staring up at the stars. “It kind of tastes like Sprite, if you use your imagination.”

Sev closed his eyes, counting the seconds that passed. And then-

“This place doesn’t suck ass, if you use your imagination.” The words tumbled out from somewhere inside him, and he immediately regretted it. Any warmth that their conversation had started quickly was shut down. His soda was left untouched and unopened beside him, the packet of sugar tossed next to it.

“I know.” Finnegan replied carefully, taking another sip. “But… doesn’t it make this better? They can’t stop us from getting out. We’re sneaking out from right under their noses, and they can’t do anything about it!” Her smile was more forced now, the light gone from her eyes. There was only so much utopia she could fake.

“Sure.” Sev looked utterly exhausted, his normal grin completely gone.

And so Finn dropped the act as well. “...Have you ever thought about suicide?”

Sev was taken aback. He whipped around to look at Finnegan, eyes wide. “Huh?”

“Have you?” she pressed, meeting his gaze.

“U-uh, here? Or before?” With his heart hammering in his chest, Sev couldn’t think straight. He was happy before, right? And even here, they kept him fed and sheltered, and he was important, they gave him something he could do. He had a purpose. All the boxes were checked off. His chest felt tight. He opened his mouth once it was clear that Finn wasn’t going to clarify. “Dunno. Who hasn’t? Call of the void, right?”

“Mhm,” Finn murmured. “I guess you’re right. It’s a good thing that they keep us from dying, then. Their cause or whatever wouldn’t work out if all their little trainees killed themselves, now would it?”

Sev didn’t respond, watching Finn’s flashlight sway gently back and forth. It did nothing to calm him. He felt dizzy. “Why did you…” Furrowing his brow, he tried to remember his train of thought. “Why did you ask?” His heels were thumping on the rock now, sending a jolt through his body every time they connected.

“Because you’re one of the only people who doesn’t think I’m crazy for coming out here willingly.”

“We can’t die. It doesn’t... matter.” He wasn’t sure if his words were coming out of his mouth correctly, but Finnegan seemed to understand.

“Sure, but you’re sleep deprived as shit.” Her smile was back on her face, her tone lightly teasing.

Sev didn’t want a single second more of false happiness.

He shoved himself off of the rock, landing in a heap at the bottom and pitching forward, falling onto something sharp. The edge cut into his arm and scraped as he tried to move. Sev yelped, the pain lancing through him a moment later.

“You okay?” Finnegan called from what seemed to be a hundred feet above him. He ignored her. Light washed over him, and he shut his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw blood. The gash wasn’t long, but it was deep, splitting open his skin and exposing the layers below. Crimson dots steadily beaded up around the edges of the wound and dripped downward, falling onto the forest floor without a sound. Sev could only hope that they disappeared. He wasn’t supposed to be here at all.

“I-I’m going back,” he stammered, struggling to his feet. The beam of his flashlight wildly shining on the trees, Sev chose a direction and ran, narrowly avoiding fallen branches and uneven ground, one hand wrapped around his arm and oozing blood.

“Sev, don’t. I have first aid stuff,” Finn yelled after him, but he was already gone.

#whump #whump drabble #whump writing #whumpee #nature whump #writing #my writing #ocs #sev #finnegan #yes the title is a nightvale reference what about it

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sugako · 3 years

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abt

hi, im sev

they/she [pls don't use fem language when referring to me such as girl/sis/etc]

22, recently graduated, just here for fun

all hq characters written in timeskip

this is not my main so i can’t follow from here [interacts from @/souravocados]

may occasionally post/reblog dark content all content will be tagged but dni if this is not for you

DO NOT repost/share my work on other platforms

you will be blocked if you don't have your age where i can see it

MOST IMPORTANTLY talk to me whenever you want im open to chatting about almost anything

tags

ask tag: s💌mail

anon ask tag: non🤎

reg ask tag: __name__🤎

possible triggers tag: ____ tw

recs tag: recs 🤎

yelling into the void: s.blabs

#s.abt #ignore pls lmaoo im just making a real navi bc my other thing was ugly

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vsullivan · 5 years

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Lucky 7 | Steve Harrington x Reader – pt. 4

Thank you guys so much for the support, I had no idea people would actually read this. I know I haven’t written much since joining Tumblr in 2016, but it warms my heart to see people enjoying my writing again! Also, the beginning is inspired by how my dad found out my aunt (R.I.P.) was a lesbian <3

Seven recalls a memory of a middle-aged woman she’d seen, one where the woman had been in the same room as her first love. The sight of another girl confused Seven at first, seeing as she’d always saw a man with a woman, but the scene was just as romantic as the latter. She didn’t think twice about it after, especially when she was suddenly filled with the passion and joy the teenage version of this woman felt as she pressed her lips against the female who sat beside her.

Chapter 4: What’s A Cockblock?

Seven was moved by this newfound love, she’d seen earlier on in the memories that woman had known the other girl for a significant amount of time before they found themselves on that sofa – holding hands as they finally let loose all of the feelings they’d had for one another. However, it was moments later that both Seven and the woman were startled by the sound of a door swinging open.

A teenage boy stood in the doorway, shock written on his features as he watched the two girls scramble away from one another. Seven’s heart raced at the same place as the woman’s, feeling a pit of dread forming in her stomach. However, the boy grinned, bringing his hands up as a sign of surrender before he turned to leave the two alone – promptly shutting the door behind him.

Seven felt that sense of relief once the woman recognized she was accepted.

In addition to slight annoyance from being interrupted.

Steve drove with a frown on his face as Dustin was going on about how he’d intercepted a Russian broadcast – how he was convinced that there was something fishy going on. “The only problem is,” he spoke as he set the radio down. “I don’t know how to speak Russian.” Seven nodded, knowing that she wouldn’t really be of any help either. She was once told to read the mind of someone who spoke a language that was not English, and she couldn’t understand a lick of what the stranger was saying.

Steve had been half listening to the conversation as he continued to sulk, only fulling tuning in when he felt something being pressed into chest. “That’s why I got this.” Steve took the book Dustin shoved into him, the title of it being ‘Russian translations.’ His eyebrows furrowed before he looked back towards the road.

“I could help.” Seven offered, causing Steve to huff. “Don’t feel obligated to let him drag you into this,” He began before Dustin quickly intervened – again. “You should if you don’t want the Russians to take over!” Seven was about to respond before she suddenly heard her name echo in the back of her mind. The argument between the boys picked back up as she went silent, waiting a moment before she heard the call of her name again. She then closed her eyes, and when she opened them, she was surrounded by the void.

Stood before her was El, panicked eyes stared back at her. Immediately, Seven went into protective older sister mode. “What’s wrong? What happened?” She asked, and the teen merely shook her head. “I-I, I don’t know.” She admitted, looking down at her shoes before going back up to meet Seven’s gaze. “But I need you.” And that’s all it took.

“Where are you?” Seven asked. “At Max’s house.” Thankfully, she knew where that was. “I’ll be there soon, don’t move. And be careful.” El nodded, calmed by the notion of her sister coming. And with that, Seven was brought back to Steve’s car, a trail of blood running down from her nose as she heard the panicking voices of Steve and Dustin.

“Sev, hey, Sev, what’s wrong?” Steve continued to prod, Dustin joining in as he shouted “Come to your senses, woman!” Steve turned in his seat to glare at the younger boy. “Hey, don’t yell at her!”

“I’m okay.” She breathed, both of the boys whipped their heads around at the sound. It was then that they noticed the blood, instantly knowing something was wrong. “Are you okay-“ Steve began, but Seven quickly raised a hand to silence him. “I’m sorry, but I need to go to Max’s house.”

Surprised, her date needed a moment to think before Dustin shouted again. “What about the Russians, Seven? The Russians!” She shook her head. “El needs me.” Steve leaned over to get a napkin from his dashboard, handing it to her when he asked, “What did she say?”

Seven thanked him quietly before wiping her nose. “She didn’t really say.” Steve looked to Dustin, who was just as confused as he was, before back at her. “Something big?” She shook her head. “No, No –“ She quickly pulled out an excuse, “Probably just nervous. This is the first time she’s stayed over at a girl friend’s house.” Seven hated to lie, because she knew better than it possibly being a simple issue. But to tell you the truth, she didn’t really believe in the Russian dilemma – plus, she didn’t want Steve to have to worry about her as she goes off to meet Eleven.

“Not to be rude, but I think this situation,” Dustin gestured towards the translation book and radio, “Is kinda more life threatening. Plus, you’re smarter than Steve! It’ll take a hundred times longer without you!” Steve was about to make a quip of his own until he noticed Seven lean in and gaze at the younger boy so intensely that it even caused him to start sweating a little. “El needs me.” She repeated, slower this time to add emphasis. She wasn’t a stubborn person, but when it came to Eleven, not even the sky falling down could stop Seven from running to her.

The boy groaned as he fell back against the seat, knowing he wouldn’t be able to convince her otherwise. Steve was silent for a moment, likely processing this information and trying to find the right response. Before he could possibly offer to go with her, she reached out to hold his hand – only now noticing he had parked his car when she was speaking to Eleven.

Staring him in the eyes, she spoke again. “It’ll be okay. If anything happens, I’ll make sure to get her to let you know.” Steve swallowed his protests, now realizing he couldn’t possibly challenge her when she was looking at him like that. “Okay,” He said softly. “But you promise, right? I’ll drop this Russian shit in a heartbeat if I need to.” Dustin began to object, but the heated look Steve threw at him managed to shut him up.

“Of course.” Seven smiled, and Steve couldn’t help but smile back.

It wasn’t long before they arrived at Max’s home. Before getting out of the BMW, Seven listened as Steve reminded her again that if she needs him, she better not hesitate to let him know. Cause he’ll ‘rough up an asshole’ for her any day. Dustin of course begged her to hurry up and join them in the Russian translations, knowing that he’d just lost his best hope of deciphering the broadcast quickly.

Being the tender-hearted girl she was, Seven agreed. And as she opened the passenger door, she turned and leaned over to quickly peck Steve on the lips before slipping out of the car. She heard a noise of disgust coming from Dustin before she shut the door, not looking back as she marched to the front door of Max’s home. Only once said redhead had invited her in did she finally hear Steve’s car leave the driveway – what a gentleman.

“Thank you.” Max spoke, grasping Seven’s hand as she guided her towards her room. “What’s wrong?” She asked. “It’d be better if El told you.” She replied before opening the door to her room, letting Seven step inside as she soon followed.

Seven then found El sitting on a mattress, face as white as a ghost. She didn’t hesitate to quickly stride over to her younger sister, sitting down and wrapping her arms around her. Eleven returned the gesture, squeezing Seven tightly before looking up at her. “I want you to see.” She said simply, her voice nearly a whisper.

Seven nodded, grasping the rope as she peered into those brown orbs – pulling herself into the darkness like she’s done so many times before. What was different about looking through Eleven’s memories was that she was present to watch along. As the string of light flowed in, El quickly picked out the scenes she wanted her sister to see – and it wasn’t pretty.

First, it was her breaking up with Mike – which greatly surprised Seven but waited to ask her about it until afterwards. Next, she saw El and Max spinning a bottle in the center of a series of words. It looked like the two were playing a game, the first portion that of spying on the boys. After that, they decided it would be funny to see what was going on with Billy – Max’s stepbrother.

Seven had met Billy Hargrove once before, and unfortunately, it wasn’t on good terms. She’d been standing beside Steve and the others, all standing in the parking lot of Hawkins. Seven had taken the bus to go see the kids at their last day of school before the summer started, or maybe because it was the same day as Steve’s graduation. They’d all been laughing around until the sound of a car pulled up beside them. The window rolled down to reveal startlingly blue eyes and a handsome face to boot.

“Good to see you’ve finally picked some better company.” Oh God, his voice was heavenly as he looked directly at Seven. Her face heated up and her nerves were set on fire. Her gaze shifted away from his when he winked at her, not being able to withstand the intensity of it. If she had looked to her left, she would have seen the scowl Steve wore as he stared a Billy, who, smirked devilishly at Steve – quickly catching on that Seven was Steve’s target of interest.

“Come on Max, get in.” The redhead sighed, picking up her skateboard as she went around the car to the passenger’s side. “You can hop in too, if you’d like.” He spoke when Seven settled her gaze back on him, making her anxiety skyrocket to the point where she couldn’t find the words to speak. That’s when Mike spoke for her. “Nah we were all, uh, going out.” He swallowed when Billy shifted his eyes to look at him. “You know, celebrate the uh, start of the summer.” He finished.

“Well, let me know if you ever want a ride.” The blonde smirked at her again. “Maybe when there isn’t a brat to cockblock us, hm?” Max scoffed when he gestured towards her. Seven then quirked a brow. “What’s a cockblock?” Causing Steve to sputter and a few of the kids’ eyes to nearly popped out of their heads. None of them were use to Seven saying such a dirty word.

Billy gave her a questioning look, yet brushed it off before showing off his pearly whites. “Just know I’ll make sure there isn’t one next time.” Winking again, he then rolled the window up and drove a way, leaving the group to revel in awkward silence.

Seven then turned to look at them.

“Can someone please tell me what a cockblock is?”

Seven returned to her work, continuing to watch as Eleven used to void once more to spy on the older male. When she did, she saw something that could only mean bad news –

An image of a girl, one begging for help. And in another scene, she saw Billy, watching as that same girl was suddenly attacked by what could only be a monster. But what Seven really found harrowing was how the male suddenly looked in the same direction as her, as he had Eleven, like he had just caught her spying on him.

Seven gasped as she came to, blood dripping down both her and Eleven’s noses as she regained her breath. “So, what do you think?” Max questioned, she looked just as confused and worried as El who had turned her attention up at Seven.

“I think we need to pay your stepbrother a visit.”

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sevdrag · 5 years

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dreamwidth update: HELLO IM HERE TO TALK ABOUT FICTION

a wild sev emerges from the depths of the ravine HI WHATS UP LETS TALK ABOUT NANOWRIMO, ORIGINAL FICTION, AND MY FUCKING SABBATICAL

( me yelling into space about my life )

Anyway, the IMPORTANT question is about NaNo projects. I've narrowed it down to 3, because I have to start somewhere. (none of them are lesbian werewolves in space, namely because while i have the characters and worldbuilding down, the plot needs some solid work i haven't done.) Let me know what you think of the following concepts -- you don't have to vote or anything, but if something sounds interesting, I'd love to hear it.

Young woman working as a non-magical analytical scientist suddenly and drastically discovers she has the specific magical ability of working a season's circle with a coven of four (spring summer autumn winter; she's autumn). The season's circle is when four witches work together to create a passageway between the [land of the fey] and the human's world, allowing an (1) powerful being to step through or back. This particular circle is attempting to summon a cool demon-type dude who is powerful enough to stop an entity called the Oak King, who's basically spreading dark magic through the land etc etc. The circle has been holding on to the magic with only 3 witches but they need the 4th to complete the rite. Unfortunately, Amber has no fucking clue how any of this works and basically gets stabbed with her power; Summer really hates her for some reason; she has to come to terms with Autumn being the season of death; and who the hell is going to finish her analytical work while she spends three months in a season's circle coma? Additional options include: background romance, Gay, lots of fun worldbuilding, urban fantasy type setting where this could be the real world just with some magic bullshit.

Sassy idiot lady born with the power to scry into the past uses her magic and tools to make a living exploring things for fussy customers who want answers. Lives in a rough edge of town, doubles at a bar for free food, manages to get by in the grey area between the brightness of the City and the darkness of the Void. One day a scry doesn't work, which has never happened in her career, and she starts finding out other magics are failing: the bar owner's beer went off, her father's healing magic didn't come when called, etc etc. She's eventually sought out by [the equivalent of a detective] to help [a City murder case] but drags him into finding out what's going on in their small town as recompense. Turns out the two are related, but she doesn't have any other magical powers and doesn't know how to fight off this [creature] that's slowly moving in on their City. Bisexual protag and this is definitely Not Our World. Additional options include: Karma Knights (when killing someone is right, they're the ones who do it), Wild Gay Fairy, this world could easily explode if i let it.

Young lady was born with a huge reservoir of magical energy but lacks the ability to channel it all. Having been abandoned/orphaned (not sure yet) she's now training with the dwarves to learn how to be a healer, figuring she may as well try it. Her (erstwhile; somewhat removed) cousin has the gift to heal the earth, and asks Enna to come on her pilgrimage across the Civil Lands and into the Nolands to try to heal the damage so that the land can be used [think: remnants of a nuclear apocalypse healed by elemental magic]. Cousin, her existing band of jolly protectors, and Enna set out across the absolute disaster of the journey, haunted by demons and Nightmares, often having to invent new ways to use their skills because nobody has faced this shit yet. One part FFX pilgrimage, one part Enna finding her own purpose, one part environmentalist rants in the form of a tiny girl.

Thoughts?

[edit] markdown y u always do this to me fuck ity

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daryls-dixon-antoni · 4 years

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Chapter 37.) Rock in the Road

We're in Gregory's office trying to get him and his people to help us take down Negan.

"No! No way in hell."

"We had a deal with you!" I snap, but at Daryl's glance I lean back against the wall.

"That was not the deal. You people swore you could take the Saviors out, and you failed. So any arrangement we had is now done. Null and void. We aren't trade partners, we aren't friends, and we never met. Hmm? We don't know each other." He sits down, "I owe you nothing. In fact, you owe me for taking in the refugees, at great personal risk."

"Oh, you were very brave staying in here while Maggie and Sasha saved this place. Your courage was inspiring." Jesus speaks up.

"Hey, don't you work for me? Aren't we friends?"

"Gregory," Rick starts. "We already started this."

"You started it."

"We did. And we're gonna win."

"These are killers-"

"Is this how you want to live Under their thumb, killing your people?"

"S-Sometimes we don't get to choose what our life looks like. Sometimes, Ricky, you have to count the blessings you have."

Maggie steps forward, "How many people can we spare? How many people here can fight?"

"'We'?" Gregory scoffs. "I don't even know how many people we have, Margaret. And does it even matter? I mean," he scoffs again, "W-w-what are you gonna do? Start a platoon of sorghum farmers? 'Cause that's what we got. They grow things. They're not gonna want to fight."

"You're wrong," Tera argues. "When people have the chance to do the right thing, they usually step up. I mean, people just-"

"L-Let me stop you before you break into song, okay?" Gregory clears his throat. "And, by the way, who would train all this cannon fodder?"

"I will." Sasha says at the same time Rosita also speaks.

"Give me a week."

Gregory answers in a sing song voice, "Rhetorical, okay" he continues in a normal voice, "I don't want to know. I never want to hear another word about any of it, ever."

"Would we be better off without the Saviors, yes or no?" Rick yells.

"Yeah. Sure. Okay."

"So," Michonne asks, trying to bring the meeting back to a civilized conversation. "What will you do to fix the problem?"

"I didn't say we had a problem. You did. And what happens outside of my purview is outside of my purview."

"What the hell, man?" Daryl snaps, and I look up at him, he has Hope in his arms, but he still looks terrifying. "You're either with us or you ain't. You're sitting over there talking out of both sides of your mouth."

"I," Gregory starts again, "I think I've made my position very clear. And I want to thank all of you for not being here today and not having this meeting with me or... or being seen on your way out. In other words, go out the back."

I turn on my heels and storm out, I can hear my group following me, hear Rosita's comment of, "Walking ballsack."

"Wanna knock that idiot's teeth out," agrees Sasha.

Once we get out of the office Daryl says, "Yeah, well, we don't need him anyway."

"Yeah, that's right." Rick agrees, "'Cause we have Maggie and Sasha and Jesus here."

As the entry doors open Maggie adds, "And Enid."

"Hey, um-" Enid starts.

"What's wrong?" Sasha asks, worried.

"Nothing. Just," she chuckles, "Come outside."

We walk outside to see a group of people standing out front, "What's going on?" Maggie asks.

"Hey... So, if you don't remember, I'm Bertie. And I owe my life to you all, twice over. A bunch of us do. Enid says that you want Gregory to get us to fight the Saviors with you. Is that true?"

"Yes."

"Do you think we can win, that we really could beat them? Us?"

"I do."

She sighs, "Well, Enid says you could show us the way. I'm ready."

The rest of the group agrees.

We start walking towards the gate, Michonne speaks up, "It's a start."

"Not enough," I comment.

"We'll get more," Sasha says.

"It still won't be enough," Michonne agrees with me.

"No, it won't." Rosita also agrees.

"Well," Daryl starts, glancing down at me, "We find the right stuff, then maybe we don't need the numbers. Blow 'em up, burn 'em to the ground."

"You said there weren't just soldiers with the Saviors, that there were workers there. People didn't have a choice." Tera asks.

"We gotta win," Daryl says.

"We need more hands," Rick states. "Another group. Negan has outposts. The geography, the distance works against us. We gotta get back. If they come looking for Daryl, we need to be there."

"You don't have to get back," Jesus argues, taking out the walkie talkie he took from the Compound. "Not yet. It's one of theirs, long range. We can listen in, keep track of them."

"So, if we're not going back," Michonne asks, "What are we doing, then?"

"I think it's time we introduced you to Ezekiel. King Ezekiel."

"King?" Rick asks.

We pull over and Rick and Jesus get out of the car, I look at everyone, "A king? Some guy calls himself a King so we go running? And what kind of name is Ezekiel?"

"Anne," Daryl snaps, before opening the car door and leans out asking, "Hey, what the hell we waitin' on?"

"Waiting for them," Jesus responds and points to two men approaching on Horses.

The younger of the two puts on a phony extravagant voice that sounds like something you'd hear in a play, "Who dares to trespass on the sovereign land of the-" the phony voice is dropped, "Oh, shit. Jesus, is that you?"

"Who are all these people, Paul?" The other man asks Jesus, using his real name.

"Hi, Richard. Nice to see you."

I get out of the car behind Daryl, as 'Richard' responds. "It's good to see you, too. Your friends, who are they?"

Jesus points to Rick, "This is Rick Grimes. He's the leader of a like-minded community. These are some of his people. We would like to request an audience with King Ezekiel."

"Get out of the car," the man requests. Everyone else leaves the car as he continues. "You say they're a like-minded community. Like-minded how?"

"We live, we trade, we fight the dead. Sometimes others."

"Line up," Richard orders.

"I feel like I just walked into a bad LARP Fair." I mutter.

"Yeah, okay. This is a waste of time. Come on. Let's go." Daryl agrees with me.

"Maybe you're right," Richard says. "The King is a busy man. And it's a dangerous world. We don't usually allow a pack of strangers to waltz through our door."

"We want to make the world less dangerous," Michonne states. "And we are all here to show the King how serious we are about that."

"The car stays outside. You gotta hand over your guns."

"We only have two," I look incredulously at Rick as he and Carl hand over their weapons.

"Okay, follow me."

When we get inside, I look around with judgement. It's actually kind of pretty, but I'd never admit it out loud.

"They have the numbers." Michonne says, with a smile.

"But can they fight?" Rosita asks.

"Oh, they can fight," assures Jesus.

"Maybe," grunts Daryl.

I turn around as I hear Tera say, "Morgan?"

"Hey," Morgan greets with a smile as he hugs Tera.

He turns to Rick and hugs him with another, "Hi."

"How do you know each other?" Richard asks.

"We go back to the start."

"Well, the King is ready to see you."

"Did you find Carol?" Rick asks Morgan.

"I did, yeah."

"Where is she? Is she okay?" Daryl asks, worriedly.

"She was here, and then she left. You know, she wasn't too happy, me following her. She wanted to get away from us, from everyone. But when I found her, she was shot. It was just a graze. I got her back here. They got doctors. They're good."

"Was it them?" Daryl asks.

"It was. She had crossed with some of them, and one of them followed her, tried to kill her, but I stopped him. I killed him." I can hear the pain in Morgan's voice. "I had to. Carol was here. She got help. Now she's gone."

We get lead into an old theatre, and when I see the tiger on a chain pacing beside the man with dreads, I want to laugh; but am not entirely sure as to why.

"Jesus! It pleases me to see you, old friend." The man with the dreadlocks greets.

"It pleases him, indeed!" A bigger man agrees, joyously.

"Jerry." The dreaded man warns. "Tell me, what news do you bring good King Ezekiel? Are these new allies you've brought me?"

"Indeed, they are, Your Majesty." Jesus responds. "This is," when he looks back at us and noticed not one of us have left the doorway, he stumbles over his words, "Oh, right. I forgot to mention that-"

"Yeah, a tiger." Rick interrupts. The tiger roars, so when everyone else walks forward, I stay in the doorway with Hope, not risking her health.

"This is Rick Grimes, the leader of Alexandria, and these are some of his people." Jesus explains.

"I welcome you all to the Kingdom, good travelers. Now, what brings you to our fair land? Why do you seek an audience with the King?" The man asks.

"Ezekiel- ... King Ezekiel." Rick corrects himself. "Alexandria, the Hilltop, and the Kingdom; all three of our communities have something in common. We all serve the Saviors. Alexandria already fought them once, and we won. We thought we took out the threat, but we didn't know then what we know now. We only beat one outpost. We've been told you have a deal with them, that you know them. Then you know they rule through violence and fear."

"Your Majesty," Jesus hurries to explain, "I only told them of the-"

"Our deal with the Saviors is not known among my people; for good cause." Ezekiel snaps, "We made you a party to that secret when you told us of the Hilltop's own travails, but we did not expect you to share-"

"We can help each other." Jesus states.

"Don't interrupt the King," Jerry chastises.

"We brought you into our confidence. Why did you break it?" Ezekiel asks.

"Because I want you to hear Rick's plans."

"And what plans have you, Rick Grimes of Alexandria?"

"We came to ask the Kingdom, to ask you, to join us in fighting the Saviors, fighting for freedom for all of us."

"What you are asking is very serious."

"Several of our people," Michonne explains, "Good people, were killed by the Saviors, brutally."

"Who?" Morgan asks.

"Abraham. Glenn. Spencer, Olivia. Sev killed themself. Eugene was taken. They took Daryl. He escaped. Every second he's out here, he's a target. You gonna say you were right?" Rosita's anger towards Morgan are obvious with her tone.

"No. I'm... I'm just real sorry they're gone."

"Negan murdered Glenn and Abraham, beat them to death." Rick explains.

"Terrorized the Hilltop, set loose walkers just to make a point." Sasha adds.

"I used to think the deal was something we could live with." Jesus says, "A lot of us did. But that's changing. So let's change the world, Your Majesty."

"I want to be honest about what we're asking." Rick adds, "My people are strong, but there's not enough of us. We don't have guns; not enough, at least. Not a lot of weapons, period."

"We have people." Richard speaks up, "And weapons. If we strike first, together, we can beat them," he turns to Ezekiel. "Your Majesty, no more waiting for things to get worse beyond what we can handle. We set things right. The time is now."

"Morgan, what say you?" Ezekiel asks.

"Me?" Morgan asks, sounding surprised.

"Speak," Ezekiel orders.

"People will die. A lot of people, and not just the Saviors. It- If we can find another way, we have to. Maybe it's just about Negan; just capturing him, holding him. Maybe I-"

"The hour grows late," Ezekiel states, "Rick Grimes of Alexandria you have given the King much to ponder."

"Well," Rick starts. "When I was a kid, uh, my mother told me a story. There was a road to a kingdom, and there was a rock in the road. And people would just avoid it, but horses would break their legs on it and die, wagon wheels would come off. People would lose the goods they'd be coming to sell. That's what happened to a little girl. The cask of beer her family brewed fell right off. It broke. Dirt soaked it all up, and it was gone. That was her family's last chance. They were hungry. They didn't have any money. She just sat there and cried, but she wondered why it was still there for it to hurt someone else. So she dug at that rock in the road with her hands till they bled, used everything she had to pull it out. It took hours. And then when she was gonna fill it up, she saw something in it. It was a bag of gold."

"All right," Jerry says, looking enthusiastic.

"The king had put that rock in the road because he knew the person who dug it out, who did something, they deserved a reward. They deserved to have their life changed for the good. Forever."

"I invite you all to sup with us and stay till the morrow." Ezekiel offers.

"Yeah, we need to get back home." Rick says.

"I shall deliver my decree in the morn," Ezekiel explains.

We follow behind Richard to Ezekiel, "This is life here. Every day. But it came at a cost. And I wanted more of this. I wanted to expand. To create more places like this. Men and women lost their limbs. Children lost their parents because I sent them into battle against the wasted when I did not need to."

"This is different," Rick states.

"It isn't."

"It is," Rick argues. "The dead don't rule us. The world doesn't look like this outside your walls. People don't have it as good. Some people don't have it good at all."

"I have to worry about my people."

"You call yourself a damn king," Daryl snaps. "You sure as hell don't act like one."

"All of this came at a cost," explains Ezekiel. "It was lives, arms, legs. The peace we have with the Saviors is uneasy, but it is peace. I have to hold on to it. I have to try. Although the Kingdom cannot grant you the aid you desire, the King is sympathetic to your plight. I offer our friend Daryl asylum for as long as he requires it. He will be safe here. The Saviors do not set foot inside our walls."

"How long do you think that's gonna last?" Daryl asks before storming off.

"He means to say thank you." I mutter, before following my group out.

I rush ahead to walk with Daryl, holding Hope close to me as we reach the entrance, "All right, open it up. We're gone." Daryl demands.

The doors open to the outside world when Rick says, "You're not."

"I'm not staying here," Daryl argues.

"You have to. It's the smartest play. You know it is. Try to talk to Ezekiel. Or stare him into submission and have Anne talk to him, whatever it takes."

I look between the men before asking, "Your wanting me to stay?"

"Keep Daryl out of trouble, yes."

I shake my head, "Rick, this place is a giant renaissance fair!"

"We'll be back soon," Rick reassures us.

"Mason, guess we're staying." I call to my son.

"Okay," he agrees, hanging back and the three of us, four if you count Hope; watch the gate close behind our friends.

"Why'd you give in so easy?" Daryl asks me, glaring a hole into the back of my head as I change Hope's diaper.

"Give in to what?"

"Rick making us stay held up here?"

I give in and glance at him, he looks pissed. "I don't want you being taken away from me again. I don't want to raise a baby on my own in the middle of a war with not only the dead but also now a group of the living. A group lead by a man who's not only the reason my last daughter was murdered, but has now killed a group of my close friends, so yeah. I gave in to the plan of talking a delusional want to be king into helping us kill the bastard. It just so happens that this plan also will keep you safe."

"I can keep myself safe," Daryl snaps. "I don't need Ezekiel's protection."

I close my eyes at his yell, take a deep breath and then open them again. "I don't want to fight."

"I don't want you making decisions for me."

"I'm- That wasn't what I was trying to do..." I pick up Hope into my arms, turning around to look him in the eyes.

"I won't let anyone else control me. Dammit, Woman! You don't know the hell I just went through!"

"Then tell me, open up to me, Daryl. Help me understand, please. Because I don't even know how I keep messing this up. How I keep pissing you off!"

He just keeps staring at me, and I shake my head, "I can't do anything right with you... I thought that because you know where I came from, that'd you know where I'm coming from... but you don't have the patience to even try to see why I do the things I do..."

"You're comparing me to your husband again. I ain't ever gonna be that prissy bitch."

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[ Void. ]

Tirisfal used to be her name. Several lifetimes ago, in a past with hazy details. She perched on the Monastery roof, flickering fel tainted orbs slowly wandered over the forest below. There were very few thoughts in a typically cluttered head, a waterskin of Frog Venom never far from being brought to her lips. It was a heavy quiet, up above the dark hills.

“Do you ever think about me?” Her voice was soft, whispered to a rising wind as it billowed in from the sea to the north. “Do you ever wonder what happens when you’re gone?” Slowly she licked dry and cracking lips, before another swig of poison was downed. “Do you even care?”

The sky opened then, the clouds releasing cold rain to pelt down roughly on all those who had the misfortune of being under the torrent. A rumble of thunder overtook the sound of her quiet sobs, burying her face in her palms. She was exhausted, drunk, and spiraling.

“Sev?” She choked on his name as she called out to the nothingness of the Glades. “...Sev please.” The rain soaked through her clothes, no leather armor to protect a little bit against the water. Soon she was shivering, atop the slick roof tiles.

She wasn’t sure what the man could have done had he been there. He had no words of comfort. He hardly had words at all. He came and he left, he claimed to love her and then leave her. Maybe it was oddly appropriate. The man who wouldn’t stay was the only one she always wanted. It was her turn to promise him a life. That they could be happy, that they could made it against all odds. It was she who tried so hard to keep him from running. Yet he always ran.

“I miss you.” She confessed to the howling wind as the storm only picked up, threatening to push her from the tower. “Do you remember...” Her breath was ragged and sharp, tears hidden on wet cheeks. “Do you remember... all the hours... all the rain?” She swallowed thickly. “You shouldn’t have left me. That day. In Brill. When you followed me home.” Her lower lip trembled and so she bit into it roughly until the shutter stopped. “You never shouldn’t have left me... you shouldn’t have married that woman... you shouldn’t have kept going away.”

There was little more to yell into the wind, the words wasted, pointless... dreams that were too old to come true. A life that would never be lived, lost to the past, to where history blends with so many regrets. It wasn’t his fault. Nor was it hers. It was simply what had been and what had not.

Life was nothing if not paths, trails to take or to veer from. Her life was a web of these little roads that tangled and fell in on themselves. Different faces along the way, different pain. There was one face that peppered within each string of a seemingly endless web and yet... never truly there at all. A ghost who haunted her life. He was her ghost though. There but intangible.

Tilting her head up to the sky, her eyes closed as the cold rain fell on her skin, she took slow deep breaths of the ozone laden air and tried to fly away. Maybe she could float into the clouds and be truly gone. Yet still she sat there, above the dead church of a dead cult, atop a hill in a dead land. After moment it was clear she wasn’t going to rise or fall.

Lashes fluttered open, her gaze dim and fading. The back of her hand wiped at her cheek. “I love you... wherever you are.”

#The Tirisfal Rain

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