#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ I was raised in a deep and dark hole; a prisoner with no parole. *ੈ✩ IC.
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✦ . ⁺ 【 @charlotte-liddel / STARTER CALL. 】 ⁺ . ✦
˗ˏˋ *ㅤ★ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤI wouldn't really DO that if I were you !ㅤ❜
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 to the woman about to walk into the police station. Judging with how much of a TRAIN WRECK the city of Yokohama could be though, they were entirely right ! The lady would have only been wasting her time. And that DETECTIVE AGENCY was even worse !
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤThey're not going to really DO anything ! You're probably better off taking care of whatever problem you have YOURSELF !ㅤ❜
#// Hope this works !#charlotte liddel#charlotteliddel#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ I was raised in a deep and dark hole; a prisoner with no parole. *ੈ✩ IC.#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ They locked me up and took my soul‚ ashamed of what they’d made. *ੈ✩ UNKNOWN.
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╰ ☆ ✧ — @petalbound asked: Kyouka - for the sender’s muse to step between the receiver’s muse and a threat to protect them .
↳ -: ☆ ( Unprompted ) ☆ :-
˗ˏˋ *ㅤ★ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 always happened in their line of work. Being pitted against GROWN ADULTS twice their age and height all for the sake of OTHER grown adults. This was nothing but an every day occurrence for them ( or at least, every day the Boss decided to pull them out of their cell for some reason or another ).
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤBut today, they find themselves having TROUBLE. It already took enough effort to break into the place and take what the Boss had wanted ( just more stupid grown up stuff that had nothing to do with them ). Yet, they find themselves CORNERED by gang members that they had obviously UPSET a great deal with their act of theft.
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤThey could just CURSE EVERYONE HERE. All it would take was spilling some of their own blood. It was always a pain to get themselves hurt — but if they could see the people that HURT THEM suffer and AVOID PUNISHMENT from the mafia, it was worth it.
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤBefore they or the other men could take any action though, they find a figure donning a FAMILIAR RED KIMONO obscuring their view of their would - be assailants.
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤKyouka - san ? What are YOU doing here ?ㅤ❜
#petalbound#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ I was raised in a deep and dark hole; a prisoner with no parole. ◜☆◞ IC.#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ They locked me up and took my soul‚ ashamed of what they’d made. ◜☆◞ UNKNOWN.#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ I’ll put a curse on that beautiful mind of yours. ◜☆◞ ASK.
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╰ ☆ ✧ — @thecursivelegends / Kaimen asked: " okay now keep your eyes closed" kaimen whispered as he guided the youngest crew with their eyes closed
↳ -: ☆ ( Yumeno's Birthday 2025 ) ☆ :-
˗ˏˋ *ㅤ★ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑮𝒆𝒆𝒛, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 ? The reality was that Captain Kaimen had only been guiding them around for a few minutesㅤ—ㅤbut it felt like FOREVER ! And a child like them was definitely bound to be impatient.
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤIf I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to PUSH ME off the plank !ㅤ❜
#// Yumeno's birthday 2025#thecursivelegends#// cursive legends tbt#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ I was raised in a deep and dark hole; a prisoner with no parole. *ੈ✩ IC.#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ They locked me up and took my soul‚ ashamed of what they’d made. *ੈ✩ UNKNOWN.#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ I’ll put a curse on that beautiful mind of yours. *ੈ✩ ASK.
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⊹ ✦ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ✴ * : ★ 【 @dreadmorgue 】 ★ : * ✴ ‧ ⁺ ꙳✦ ⊹
╰ ★ cont. from 「 X 」
╰ ★ █║ ⁞ — ˗ˏˋ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 was that the child saw the red substance ALL the time. Coming from the bodies of those who dared to oppose the mafia, coming from the bodies from the mafia members, coming from their own body ... and it was USUALLY a far greater amount than that tiny little cut on the man's palm. The sight that the man probably thought would be upsetting HARDLY fazed them.
╰ ✗ * . ⊹ ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤThe child stands there; wondering if they should do or say anything else. Moments later, their own hands would slip into their pockets; only to pull out a rather CUTESY looking Hello Kitty bandage. Probably a bit silly for the older man's tastes but they hold the bandage out to him anyway.
╰ ✗ * . ⊹ ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ Will THIS help ? ❜
#// Hello !#dreadmorgue#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ I was raised in a deep and dark hole; a prisoner with no parole. ◜☆◞ IC.#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ They locked me up and took my soul‚ ashamed of what they’d made. ◜☆◞ UNKNOWN.
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˗ˏˋ *ㅤ★ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑫𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 the absolutely wild crime spree they went on in the name of CHRISTMAS.
#// Anyway I sent out a few Christmas asks for now !#// if you didn't get one and you want one you can like this !#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ I was raised in a deep and dark hole; a prisoner with no parole. *ੈ✩ IC.
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˗ˏˋ *ㅤ★ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑶𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 ! Technically, their shop along with the Tavern were technically meant to fund the Masked Fools' shenanigansㅤ—ㅤbut no one said they couldn't have fun with it ! In fact, it would have been in Aha's will for them to have as much fun and raise as much CHAOS as possible !
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤBut they couldn't reveal their tricks TOO quickly. Otherwise, it would have boring ! Rather than show the woman one of their more QUESTIONABLE creations at first, they move towards one of the displays; grabbing one particular doll off the shelves. It seemed to be of a MAGICIAN dressed in red and black; something that was completely harmless ( and not meant to symbolize anything in particular ).
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤThis one is one of my FAVORITES ! The original design was an old straw dollㅤ—ㅤwhich wasn't BAD ! But I made it cuter ! It can even do MAGIC TRICKS !ㅤ❜
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤAs if on cue, the doll pulls out a HAT from nowhere. From that hat came an even smaller TROTTER that scurried about until it disappeared into its usual holes into the abyss.
Kira couldn't help but give a little smirk at the child's words. Their dolls instead, huh? Maybe this child really was a little businessman. Still, Kira didn’t think people should be spending their money on the kid’s dolls either. She’d like to see anyone on this planet spend a week in Belobog’s Underworld… What would they do without their expensive clothing or jewelry or dolls?
Maybe Kira just needed to get out of this shopping district... All of this capitalism was driving her mad.
Kira crossed her arms over her chest, still giving the child a smirk as she spoke. " Oh, really? Then what is it that makes your dolls so special? What do they do for people that clothes cannot? " Although her tone was laced with teasing, it was a genuine question. Who knows? Maybe these dolls really did have special properties that Kira didn't know about. It wouldn't be the most surprising thing she's seen in this strange dream.
#crownshattered#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ Screaming breaks the silence. No reliance on my fading sanity. *ੈ✩ QUEUE.#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ I was raised in a deep and dark hole; a prisoner with no parole. *ੈ✩ IC.#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ To you‚ my dear audience‚ I dedicate this performance. *ੈ✩ HSR.
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╰ ☆ ✧ — @lunargifted asked: Atsushi took a deep breath as he smiles down at Q, sure they were still enemies but even the mafia deserves a gift too. "here you go, Yumeno. it's for you!"
↳ -: ☆ ( Christmas 2023 ) ☆ :-
˗ˏˋ *ㅤ★ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒆𝒏��𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 before it morphs into that of SUSPICION. Gingerly, their hands would shake the box; trying to assess just what lie beneath its cardboard barriers.
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤWhatever's IN here isn't going to kill me, is it ?ㅤ❜
#lunargifted#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ I’ll put a curse on that beautiful mind of yours. ◜☆◞ ASK.#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ I was raised in a deep and dark hole; a prisoner with no parole. ◜☆◞ IC.#// Christmas 2023
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╰ ☆ ✧ — @vulpesly / Friede asked: A wild Pikachu appeared!
No, wait, it can't be wild, it's wearing a little captain's hat. And it's eyeing the child with a critical eye, seeming to contemplate something. After a moment's consideration, the Pikachu sighs and holds out a cupcake it had been about to eat, instead offering it to the kid. They're probably hungrier than it is anyway.
↳ -: ☆ ( Unprompted. ) ☆ :-
˗ˏˋ *ㅤ★ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑷𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 to look out for themselves, simply because they were Pokemon. That was what their instincts were, right ? Maybe those creatures would care for their own kind within their families but reaching out towards HUMANS was something they didn't really expect.
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤAnd yet, here they were; their starry hues focused on a CUPCAKE that a Pikachu of all things was holding out to them.
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤThe amount of questions running through their head were practically immeasurable. Could Pikachus even EAT cupcakes ? There were poffins and Poke puffs but they've never seen those specialty treats in this region. Not to mention, where did this Pikachu even GET a cupcake ? Or that fancy hat for that matter ? Also, what was WITH that judgmental stare ?
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤWellㅤ—ㅤit wasn't as if they could REJECT a cupcake from a Pikachu. But they felt bad for taking the whole thing too !
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤUhhhㅤ—ㅤTHANKS !ㅤ❜
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤJust as a compromise ( both to the Pikachu AND themselves ), they their hands would CAREFULLY break the cupcake in two. Hopefully this treat was safe for Pokemon to eat too !
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤHere, take the OTHER HALF !ㅤ❜
#vulpesly#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ I was raised in a deep and dark hole; a prisoner with no parole. *ੈ✩ IC.#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ I’ll put a curse on that beautiful mind of yours. *ੈ✩ ASK.#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ Lavender Town syndrome. *ੈ✩ POKEMON.
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╰ ☆ ✧ — @neardeathdetective asked: "My....you have quite the funeral procession behind you." Vivia hadn't entirely meant to voice his thoughts, but perhaps it was just the surprise at the amount of malicious spirits following this child around. Were they called here by them? Or were they attracted to them for some reason? Vivia couldn't be sure with the little information he had.
"Doesn't it get tiring, to carry around all of that burden?"
↳ -: ☆ ( Unprompted. ) ☆ :-
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑨𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 at this so - called ' funeral possession ' that appeared behind them today. It was as if they had known exactly where to look; as if this was NOT the first time that something so SUPERNATURAL and BEYOND REASONING had happened to them before. Some spirits they recognized, some they vaguely remembered, and some they didn't even recall at all. They were all probably victims of their abilityㅤ—ㅤor perhaps something even WORSE.
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤWhat they were most surprised about was that someone ELSE could see the dead. No one else ever could beforeㅤ—ㅤthey had always dismissed those spirits as HALLUCINATIONS and nothing more.
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤHmmmㅤ—ㅤyeah ! They're really creepy and they're hard to get away from ! But I didn't think you'd be able to SEE them too !ㅤ❜
#neardeathdetective#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ I was raised in a deep and dark hole; a prisoner with no parole. ◜☆◞ IC.#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ They locked me up and took my soul‚ ashamed of what they’d made. ◜☆◞ UNKNOWN.
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╰ ☆ ✧ — @remotespontaneouscombustion asked: "Take my hand and I'll protect you." - Maki
↳ -: ☆ ( PINTEREST QUOTES WITH POTENTIAL. ) ☆ :-
˗ˏˋ *ㅤ★ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 made all too clear by the growing UNEASE on their face. They weren't used to this. The PORT MAFIA wasn't a place for hand - holding. Something like human contact was only meant to BRING HARM; whether it be to themselves or to others around them. Someone like them was fated to only to BLEED and to bring BLOOD unto others.
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤThe TRUTH wasㅤ—ㅤMaki - san would never hurt them. Maki - san was just ANOTHER KID as lost and doomed as they were. There was no reason for them to be nervous. And yet why did their hand remain clutched at their doll ? Were they afraid of some mafia grunt seeing ? Were they afraid of accidentally cursing the other ? Or was it just the sheer vulnerability of the act when NOT laced with malice and bloodthirst ?
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤThe desire for that needlessly HUMAN connection was overpowering. Though still restrained, one hand leaves their doll and finds its way to the other child's hand. Not even for the protection; just for the sake of being HELD.
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤYou don't really NEED to protect me. I justㅤ—ㅤdon't want to feel ALONE.ㅤ❜
#// TRAUMA KIDS STRIKE AGAIN#remotespontaneouscombustion#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ I was raised in a deep and dark hole; a prisoner with no parole. *ੈ✩ IC.#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ They locked me up and took my soul‚ ashamed of what they’d made. *ੈ✩ UNKNOWN.#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ I’ll put a curse on that beautiful mind of yours. *ੈ✩ ASK.
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╰ ☆ ✧ — @puppetmuseum asked: surprise you now have a rabid dog u mean— medicine pocket with yumeno’s doll in their mouth and shaking it around as if it was a dog’s chew toy. Have fun with that.
↳ -: ☆ ( Unprompted. ) ☆ :-
˗ˏˋ *ㅤ★ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒐ㅤ—ㅤand yet somehow, it was a LOT less charming. Dogs were cut and fluffyㅤ—ㅤand most of the time, they didn't even know better ! What dog WOULDN'T be enticed by a doll momentarily left unattended and mistake it for a chew toy ?
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤThisㅤ—ㅤwas CLEARLY not a dog. This was a full grown adult with their doll caught between their jaws.
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤThey weren't QUITE sure what to make of the situationㅤ—ㅤbut this person was INSANE. And that was coming from them.
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤHEY ! Give that back, you creep !ㅤ❜
#puppetmuseum#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ I was raised in a deep and dark hole; a prisoner with no parole. ◜☆◞ IC.#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ They locked me up and took my soul‚ ashamed of what they’d made. ◜☆◞ UNKNOWN.
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And It’s Like the Sky is New
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader (pre-relationship)
Warnings: None
Summary: “All at once, everything looks different.”
A/N: Just needed to get something out. I feel like I’m falling behind and letting people down. Dedicated to @shadowcitrine who always lets me know when I’m doing too much. 🩵
gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams
“Doin’ too much.”
You looked over your shoulder to find Daryl in the doorway, fingers busy fiddling with the tip of a bolt. You were so tired that you hadn’t even heard him come inside. “No. No, I’m not doing enough.” You disputed quietly, blowing your hair out of your face before turning back to your project, pulling the thread taut and pushing the needle through again. The prison community had grown tenfold and the kids outgrew clothes so fast. Hand-me-downs were necessary. The least you could do is hand them down with less holes.
“Not what I mean.” You heard him push himself off the frame and then his boots as he approached. His knees protested the descent to the concrete floor, but if it bothered him, he never said. “Not all this.”
You narrowed your eyes at the hand that gestured toward the projects you had scattered about: sewing, medical journals, dirty laundry for washing, and the list went on. “If you’ve got a point, Daryl, make it.” You didn’t snap at him. You were too weary for the energy that would require.
His expression remained neutral. “Doin’ plenty out here.” When he leaned in, you nearly reeled, but found you neither had the energy nor the true desire. His hand raised, his index finger tapping the middle of your forehead. “Doin’ too much in here.”
Your eyes followed his hand as he retracted it, letting it drop onto his thigh. He was right, of course. You had been thinking of everyone else for so long that you had forgotten what it even felt like to think of yourself. “Oh? What do you suggest?” You finally replied, placing the sewing on top of the pile.
One side of Daryl’s mouth lifted. “C’mon with me.”
The weather was cool, summer shifting into fall with all of its quiet and colors. The night air felt refreshing on your skin, having been cooped up for days with your projects. Your mind needed to be constantly occupied, lest you fall into the what ifs that consistently hung in the air. You’d be consumed by them, forgetting that you could be more than alive but actually still live.
The night sky was clear, stars twinkling. An entire universe was beyond the hell on earth and you couldn’t help but wonder if somewhere out there, there were other people; another planet where lives were happily moving forward. It was odd to feel jealousy toward something that may not even exist.
“Hey.”
“Hmm?” You answered a little too quickly, rolling your head toward the sound of Daryl’s voice. His gaze remained on the sky.
He inhaled deeply, folding his arms behind his head. “Where’d ya go?”
“Nowhere bad.” The stars acted as sparkling magnets and pulled your eyes back toward the sky. “Mostly.” A hum resonated beside you, so deep that you could almost feel it in your own chest. “Do you ever wonder what else is out there?” Your hand came up in a lazy gesture toward the incomplete darkness with its pinpricks of celestial light.
“Nah.” He answered immediately. It was almost insulting how little care he gave the reply. “Ain’t no need when there’s still so much—good right here.”
You laughed at this, turning your head to meet his indignant glare. “What’s so good about here? There’s the threat of—of death around every corner.” Daryl’s expression never wavered, his eyes searching your face. “What’s so good, Daryl?”
His eyes narrowed before he blinked and looked upward. “Them stars. They’re good.” You choked down another laugh. “Nights like this’un. They’re good.” He continued. “Family. That’s good.” Then there was silence. It wasn’t exactly uncomfortable; simply unexpected.
“I guess you’re—”
“You.” His head lolled back toward you. “You’re a good thing.” You only managed the first chuckle of a laugh before realizing there was not even a single hint of humor in the way he gazed at you. The expression may have appeared stoic to anyone else but you—you could see the fondness just below the surface, the sincerity, the truth. Your heart leapt into a somersault when you felt his finger graze the side of your hand.
“You, uh—” You swallowed hard, bearing witness to the moonlight catching in his eyes, making them almost silver under its influence. “You’re a good thing too.” Daryl stared at you a little longer before returning his attention to the sky, simultaneously lacing his fingers through yours. You, however, couldn’t seem to look away.
You’re not a good thing, Daryl. You’re the best thing.

#murda writes#daryl dixon#the walking dead#daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixon fanfiction#daryl dixon x female reader#daryl dixon twd#daryl dixon the walking dead#Spotify
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˗ˏˋ *ㅤ★ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑨 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 ? They didn't know much about thatㅤ—ㅤbut they've seen people drive their OWN cars ! Was that what she meant by personal driver ? It must have been ! After all, the act of driving YOURSELF somewhere was very personal !
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤWellㅤ—ㅤdo YOU have a car ? You can use THAT ! You have a whole bunch of MONEY so I'm sure you have a car !ㅤ❜
Huh?
"You mean a taxi? They do exist. But I do pay my drivers for driving me around. It's their job after all.", she noted, realizing that she might made it sound like she had none, when such was far from the truth. In worst case she always had her assistant who could drive her - it was him after all, who banned her from the driver's seat (which might sounded weird, after all she was his boss, but it truly was for everyone's and her own health).
"You know, I have always wondered about why people use taxis though. I mean, everyone has a personal driver for sure. They aren't that expensive. Perhaps its because else there wouldn't be enough? After all not everyone wants to do that job for sure.".
And once again it showed that she had absolutely no clue about those who were not of wealth.
#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ I was raised in a deep and dark hole; a prisoner with no parole. *ੈ✩ IC.#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ They locked me up and took my soul‚ ashamed of what they’d made. *ੈ✩ UNKNOWN.#frozcnlight
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╰ ☆ ✧ — @thecursivelegends / Kaimen asked: “ You know, when I was offered to be part of this mafia place. I didn't think I'd be on baby sitting duty. tch, this is stupid. ” Kaimen complained as he tucked his hands within the pockets of his new suit pants. “ I should be live streaming my achievements of findin' treasures from banks right now. They took my phone. . . say, what did you say your name was again?”
↳ -: ☆ ( Unprompted. ) ☆ :-
˗ˏˋ *ㅤ★ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 lurking around the mafia dungeons ? It wasn't as if they had the ability to go anywhere with these thick metal bars ! Never mind the fact that they COULD pick the locks if they tried butㅤ—ㅤno one needed to know that. They certainly weren't going to attempt in front of THIS weirdo.
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤIt must be REALLY nice to only have to worry about your fancy suits and your phone. Oh, and call me Yumeno.ㅤ❜
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤThe ONLY reason they even graced the man with their name was so that he wouldn't go off and ask another grunt. ' Q ' was quite frankly, a TERRIBLE name. They sit on the grimy floors; far too used to the confines of the cell as they gave the man a DEADPAN stare.
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤWHAT is livestreaming even ? Are you going to go jump in a stream ?ㅤ❜
#thecursivelegends#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ I’ll put a curse on that beautiful mind of yours. *ੈ✩ ASK.#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ I was raised in a deep and dark hole; a prisoner with no parole. *ੈ✩ IC.#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ They locked me up and took my soul‚ ashamed of what they’d made. *ੈ✩ UNKNOWN.
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⊹ ✦ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ✴ * : ★ 【 @yearningxhearts ( Ukyo ) 】 ★ : * ✴ ‧ ⁺ ꙳✦ ⊹
╰ ★ cont. from 「 X 」
˗ˏˋ *ㅤ★ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ' 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 'ㅤ—ㅤ𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒂 𝒇����𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂. Perhaps if this conversation took place many years prior, the child would have said that they and the BANDAGED MAN were friends. But now, they were older and wiserㅤ—ㅤand they knew that the relationship they had once treasured was a LIE all along.
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤNope ! We're NOT friends ! He's kind of mean and REALLY dumb !ㅤ❜
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤThe child chimes; tone cheery as they brush off the incident as if were NOTHING. Rather than focus on someone so stupid; all of their attention fell onto the mysterious man that their ' Onii - san ' had harassed.
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤI think you look like a man ! He's just STUPID !ㅤ❜
#yearningxhearts#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ I was raised in a deep and dark hole; a prisoner with no parole. ◜☆◞ IC.#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ They locked me up and took my soul‚ ashamed of what they’d made. ◜☆◞ UNKNOWN.
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╰ ☆ ✧ — @diverse-hearts-ocs asked: "So, you made a friend to scurry around the city with?". Rai froze as he heard the woman's voice cut through the air of their shelter, an elegant woman carefully making her way through the ruins of the building, her gaze frozen on Yumeno, "Hmm, aren't you a creepy child?" - Meet Chou! She's mother of the year ✨
↳ -: ☆ ( Unprompted. ) ☆ :-
˗ˏˋ *ㅤ★ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅. Dust clung to the walls in thick layers and rotted within the atmosphere. The floors shuddered with every little movement they took; threatening to give out at any moment. Quite frankly, this place should not have been standing; let alone have been LIVEABLE. No sane person would want to step foot inside or willingly choose to remain there. As poor as every other aspect was; that isolation alone was the MAIN REASON the two chose to stay. No one would find themㅤ—ㅤor so they thought.
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤThis was no ordinary adult; that was already made OBVIOUS with the way Rai - san froze at her very voice. It was clear that the two knew each otherㅤ—ㅤbut the woman's gaze was focused solely on THEM.
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤThey smile; practically the very picture of INNOCENCE if one were to avoid the slow, deliberate malice creeping in. They didn't flinch at her arrival unlike the boy. In fact, they almost seemed to ENJOY IT as they step between him and the woman with unsettling ease.
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤOh ? And YOU'RE a creepy adult, aren't you ? ㅤ❜
#diverseheartsocs#diverse hearts ocs#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ I was raised in a deep and dark hole; a prisoner with no parole. *ੈ✩ IC.#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ They locked me up and took my soul‚ ashamed of what they’d made. *ੈ✩ UNKNOWN.#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:・゚✧ I’ll put a curse on that beautiful mind of yours. *ੈ✩ ASK.
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