#The sasquatch gang

[xo-xojj]

Eternal Sunshine

(Gif is not mine)

Request: Nope

Gavin Gore x Male Reader

Desc: When reader comes back from winter vacation during the end of spring, Gavin and him have a lot of catching up to do.

Type: Fluff

Warnings: Kissing two idiots in love.

Enjoyyy

You and Gavin were always attached to the hip. Mostly due to his golden retriever personality and you secretly being madly in love with him. He was your everything. And secretly, you were his. But he stuck to girls. Not because of opinions. But it was what he was used to.

You ended up leaving town for a winter. Coming back during the summer. And he couldn't be more estastic. He waited for you at your house for about three hours that day. When you finaly got out of your car and saw eachother you guys ran as quickly as you could.

He picked you up spinning you around, and even when he sat you down he was still hugging you. He missed the way you smelled, he missed hearing your flip flops or sandals smack the ground. And most of all he missed you.

And you missed him. "I'm glad I'm missed" you said after you two pulled away from the hug. "Yeah, it's been kinda boring without you here. I've missed you, a lot" Gavin Said. And it created butterflies in your stomach giving you a light blush.

He soon took your hand dragging you off to somewhere. "Gavin, where are we going?" You say giggling as he pulled you. "You'll see" he said giggling. You were gonna question where his girlfriend was but you thought, for your benefit you shouldn't ask.

You guys eventually came upon an abandoned park in the middle of a field. It wasn't eerie, it was more comforting than you'd think. He walked over to the swings sitting on one and you sat on the other.

"How was your winter?" He asked you genuinely."It was boring, I really did miss you" you said laying your head on his shoulder. Gavin blushed. He liked the feeling you gave him. He liked the feeling of, being somewhat protective over you.

"Gavin?" You asked with your head on his shoulder. "Yeah, (y/n/n)" He responded gazing at the sunset. "I'm glad I'm here with you" You said lifting your head up to look at him. He then turned to you with furrowed eyebrows. But then they softened at the sight of your face.

He gave you a toothy grin giving you a great view of his pearly whites you blushed. "Oh, guess what, I gained abs" Gavin Said excitedly as he lifted up his shirt showing you a lightly muscular chest. You giggled. "Uhm, but seriously, if I tell you something will you be mad" you asked preparing to let the cat out of the bag.

"I doubt it, I don't think you could say anything to make me really mad" he said with a serious face. You took a deep breath and... "I love you" you said Quickly closing your eyes. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him. His eyes softened. He had a goofy grin on his face. Only if you could see it.

"Please say-" you were cut of by Gavin cupping your chin and making you look at him in the eyes. You saw his beautiful goofy smile and your heart jumped. You didn't expect his next move. He smashed his lips onto yours.

His lips were soft and plump and intoxicating. You put a hand in his hair smiling into the kiss. It then started raining. It was like a scene from a movie. And you were enchanted. You cupped his face. Deepening the kiss making him moan into it. You finally pulled apart for air.

"I love you too,and I think I have for a long time. Eversince you set m and my ex up I knew I loved you" Gavin Said smiling through the rain. Both of you now wet. "Kiss me" you say grinning.

And he does. He picks you up wrapping your legs around his waist. He kissed you passionately not breakin at all. You gripped his hair, now as the wet feeling became normal. You finally pull away once more. "Will you go out with me?" Gavin Said grinning

You smiled softly. "I'd love to" you say basking in his embrace. "Great, titans on Saturday?" Gavin asked."Of course. You said. He gave you a kiss on the head. "Can I Uhm, walk you home? If you don't mind" Gavin asked. "I have no problem with that" you say.

He the signals for you to get on his back and you do. You kiss his cheek giggling and he blushed a bright pink. He dashed to your house making sure you didn't fall. He loved you with his all. And you loved him even more.

Should I make this a series????

[billlaotian]

[brw]

Wanda was so much happier as a woman. She was in such a good place in her life. She even verbally says that being a woman makes her feel like her life is going great for the first time in forever, like she IS a woman, fundamentally. The narrative repeatedly insists over and over that her struggles during that arc were almost always due to the societal struggles and issues of being transgender in 80s Canada, but that she, herself, is happier and a better person because she is a woman now. I just cannot stress enough that ""Walter"" Langkowski is a transgender woman and that this was canon and yet Marvel prefers to pretend that she's a cis man, as if they didn't exclusively use she/her and feminine terms for a good few years because she is literally a woman. Wanda Langkowski I will avenge you.

[dalekofchaos]

The untapped potential of Undead Nightmare 2

I think of Undead Nightmare 2 and I scream at how Rockstar chose greed instead of creativity. And to make matters worse, they abandoned RDO and won't even import the fucking Navy Revolver into story mode.

Undead Nightmare was so much fun and RDR2 added so man possibilities. But no, instead of actually giving the fans what they want, we get trash.

Could you imagine an Undead Nightmare sequel in the atmosphere of RDR2? The night folk are scary enough, Imagine wandering around the swamp at night with zombies everywhere. It would feel like a genuine horror game.

Rockstar missed a MASSIVE opportunity by not making an undead nightmare DLC, imagine how incredible it would be with this games atmosphere. The game on its own can already be pretty terrifying when you wander around the swamp or deep forest at night or have encounters with gangs like the night folk and Murfree brood.

Imagine an outbreak of Vampires in Saint Denis and Blackwater. The rich and powerful are quite literally sucking the life out of the poor and working class.

Vampires in the south and Zombies in the west! And maybe some serial killers for good measure.

Voodoo Zombies in the Bayou

Werewolves in Tall Trees and around Pronghorn ranch area, maybe in that cave with the white cougar mission

Witches in Big Valley

Yeti and Sasquatches in the Grizzlies

Undead Del Lobo gunslingers in New Austin

Tumbleweed is actually haunted by ghosts with the Sherriff as a Poltergeist

And even Aliens in all areas of the frontier once the plague is taken care of.

Like first expansion

Undead Nightmare 2

Second expansion. Supernatural Frontier.

Third and final expansion. Cowboys & Aliens

Storywise. Arthur could either be saved by the vampire of Saint Denis or even abducted and cured by aliens and once Arthur wakes up, he sees the world plagued by monsters and decides to hunt them down, while also planning revenge on Dutch and Micah.

Arthur would not be alone. Charles, Sadie and John would be there to back him up

Imagine how brutal and satisfying it would be to mow down zombies with this games gore system, and how much fun it would be to hold out for as long as you can against endless hordes of zombies. The game also already contains mild survival elements so maybe they could also make it so eating is mandatory and you must scavenge/hunt to survive. Think of all of the cool side missions and random encounters they could add. They could even add zombie animals like in the first game, imagine fighting off zombie gators in the swamp or zombie bears in the woods.

This DLC could have been fucking insane, I guarantee it would have sold like crazy. Instead all we got was an online Wild West dress up and nature simulator, designed to take your money through micro transactions.

Like seriously….they could update it like every Halloween. Add something new each year.

Zombies

Vampires

Werewolves

Witches

Wendigo

Giants

Aliens

Stuff I just thought of. Everyone who turned bad could turn into a monster

Micah becomes a Werewolf lord

Javier becomes a El Chupacabra

Bill becomes a Wendigo

Dutch becomes a Vampire

and the final boss? The Strange Man.

Arthur could be like a Wild Western Van Helsing. Hunting the monsters down. Such wasted potential.

[wikitpowers]

ok ok hear me out, but can we talk about how jeremy sumpter is so kit coded... like he was 14 in the peter pan movie so i was just imagining him throughout tda and with twp coming that would put him around the same age as jeremy in the movie the sasquatch gang so like 17-18... its just so perfect 😭😭😭

um all i'm saying is that i think it's finally starting to make sense why i had such a huge crush on him in peter pan..... kit!coded indeed...

his blonde hair, golden retriever energy, adorable smile and just in general vibe is like hardcore giving kit herondale and i'm just-

i mean c'mon now~ C’MON~

thank u for letting me in on this, it means a lot <3

[annoyingbananafreakfarm]

Vampire-Dutch Van Der Lin

Frankensteins Monster-Arthur Morgan

Werewolf-John Marston

Banshee-Molly O’Shea

Sasquatch-Bill Williamson

I’m not sure what the rest of the gang would be so if anyone wants to put their 2cents in that would be great.

[objectspod]

Did you know that Bigfoot has a sweet tooth??

Everyone's favorite hazelnut cocoa spread may have solved a cryptoozological mystery, and we've got the evidence! In this episode, we investigate the tastiest Bigfoot trap ever, uncover a Hollywood yeti smuggling ring, and hear the true tale of a trick-or-treating Sasquatch. Plus, the gang visits Cliff Barackman's North American Bigfoot Center, we recount our scariest Sasquatch encounter in the hills of West Virginia, and Greg has a snack attack.

[ashs-cardboard-box]

Undead Nightmare 2

~ Van Der Linde gang/Male!Reader

~ Platonic

~ 4k words

CW: Gore and disturbing imagery

I'm back !!!! I hope you enjoy :33 I have a few WIP fics I'm working on, along with the long awaited requests. I'm thinking abt making this a "series" of sorts (I <3 Undead Nightmare)

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In the ripe year of 1899, it was as if a new plague had just infected the entire nation– who knew how Nuevo Paraíso was doing. No one knew how it came about. One day, everything was completely fine. The sun rose and fell all the same. The people going about their normal lives without a care in the world. The next, everyone had some sort of illness, it seemed. The animals grew emaciated, more dead than alive, making it hard to find living food. Odd phenomena showed up, like THE walking sasquatch. Due to the rumors that they ate babies, you made sure to put them down before they could.

The dead were rising out of their graves, you were sure you saw your mama come back, right before she took another bullet to the back of her skull. People were killing one another left and right, fighting for their lives.

Dutch had kept everyone on their toes more than usual. Hardly even unpacking before trying to move to another camp. Everyone was scared shitless, as well as confused and partly upset. Surely, it was just mass hysteria. That was what you would assume, if you hadn’t just killed another walking corpse hobbling through the trees at the smell of human flesh.

“Well, what the hell’s wrong with ‘em?” You hear Dutch press gruffly, earning a confused sputter from the undoubtedly inebriated Reverend. Your eyes flick around the trees along the edge of camp warily, trying to find more of those undead freaks. Unable to find any, you shuffle a bit more inward to the center of camp, one rifle in hand, the other on your back.

“I thought you were supposed to be a priest.” Micah remarks sarcastically, as if he had any ground to stand on for morality’s sake, you roll your eyes. You weren’t too sure how it happened, you saw them die right after the Blackwater heist had failed.

Yet, here they were, young Jenny, Mac, and Davey. All tied together in the middle of camp, growling and hissing as Swanson attempts to anoint them with a flask, flicking whatever liquid happens to be inside that thing, but it’s definitely not Holy water.

“Damn, they stink..” Lenny grimaces. His eyes flick over to you as you approach the group before they return to the undead trio. “No better than you or the O’Driscoll.” Bill adds. Normally, it was a comment that would’ve gotten a chuckle, at the expense of the boy, Kieran, you learned, with whom had been practically kidnapped back in Colter.

Everyone was up to their ears in stress, really. The Pinkertons were less of a concern than the rotting bodies that piled in the streets. Add that to the list of trying to keep twenty people alive. It was pretty unanimously decided to send the women and Jack away, board them up someplace with one of the men to protect them. John just so happened to be that man..until he rotates responsibility to someone new, that is.

The gang was tighter than you’d ever seen before, despite joining not too long after Charles had. Trying to protect each other from the horrors that had become society. “Maybe we should just kill them. Get it over with.” Javier suggests, earning a side-eye from Dutch. “He’s right, Dutch. Keeping ‘em here won’t do any of us any good. They’ll only bring a horde.”

“No.” Dutch responds flatly, now outright glaring at you. “We need to stay loyal. Respect our brothers, and dear Jenny, who have fallen before us. If we merely slaughter them..like animals.. We would be no better than they themselves. Savages. Beasts. Faith, and a little redemption, is all they need, son.” You didn’t see Dutch’s point. Not in the slightest. But you didn’t push the issue, knowing chaos was unnecessary during the end of the world as you knew it.

Shuffling off, you spot Hosea sitting on a short stump, staring blankly at the crowd hovering over the trio of undead. “Any ideas?” you inquire, to which he shakes his head with a dissatisfied hum. “It just don’t make sense, Y/N. They aren’t supposed to… y’know.”

You nod as you kneel down next to him, feeling the pressure get taken off your aching feet and back, down onto your knees as they nestle into the grass. Resting one of your firearms on the ground next to you, the other remaining strapped to your back. Despite all the chaos amok, nature still felt the same as it was. You wondered if the trees would remember, only to be pulled out of your thoughts with a sigh from Hosea.

“I sent Sean out with Arthur to find information. Hunt down the nearest school or something..” He mutters, causing you to quirk an eyebrow in confusion. “Arthur and..Sean..? You know he can’t–” You start. “I know.” Hosea cuts in, his eyes flicking away from the crowd to look down at you instead. “Sean can’t read. But, Arthur is the best gun we have, even if he isn’t the most literate. Keeping Sean around camp is a death wish to us all. Like a hyena in a lion’s den.” He explains calmly, earning another curt nod from you. That was the best way to describe ol’ Sean MacGuire. A hyena.

“What’d you want me to do?” You ask, feeling a bit useless just standing around and pondering what to do with Jenny, Mac, and Davey. Hosea hums, reaching into the pocket on his vest and pulling out an old pocket watch. “Maybe you should check on the women with John.. Bring ‘em some food. Find game for Pearson while you’re at it.” He suggests, putting the watch back into its designated pocket.

The thought of leaving camp made you uneasy, but it had to be done. Pushing yourself to stand, you pick up your rifle. Silently dismissing yourself from camp, just as anyone had done before any of this started, you make your way over to the hitch rails and to your horse.

It whinnies as you approach, only growing more wary with the apocalypse, a sentiment you could understand. Holding your hand out in a placating gesture, a small ‘shh’ leaving your lips. The palm of your hand comes to rest on its nose, while the other moves to unwrap the reins from around the rotting wooden rail.

Just as you adjust to step up into the stirrup, you hear someone calling your name from behind you. Turning around quicker than you meant, you spot Charles approaching, Taima in tow. “You need help?” He asks. While you wouldn’t admit it, it’d be nice to have him around. Especially for Hosea’s request of finding game for Pearson, you were a lousy hunter. Ironically better at killing humans than animals. Maybe that was just empathy’s game.

“Sure.” You muse, pushing yourself to mount your horse, swinging your leg up and over the saddle and taking a seat. Slipping one of your rifles into the carbine scabbard on your saddle, the other remaining strapped to your back, not even daring to come down. You need to be ready at all costs, especially with such limited ammunition being passed around. Gunsmiths all got raided God knows when. “‘sea asked me to switch with John, check up on the women ‘n Jack. Bring ‘em a bit of food and bring game back to camp for Pearson.”

Charles merely gives a small hum in acknowledgement, silently mounting Taima alongside you before gently pushing his heels into her flanks, with you to follow suit, allowing Charles to lead you out of camp.

“How you feel ‘bout all this?” You ask, but it’s a bit of a stupid question. Of course Charles wouldn’t feel good about it. No one in their right mind would. “Terrible.” He replies monotonously without missing a beat. “Just feels cruel, I guess.”

“You wonder if they’re suffering?” You inquire. A quick snap of the reins and a small click of your tongue causes your horse to speed up with a small huff. You keep your eyes focused on surrounding land. Watching for both predators, live prey, and those damn freaks.

“Maybe.. But- I’m not them. Ain’t too sure.” Charles sighs, doing the same to be riding alongside you, just heading East and staying away from the streets. Who knew what kind of monstrosities could lie in the cities. You didn’t even want to imagine what Saint Denis was like or how bad it smelled..worse than usual.

It was simple idle conversation, which often happened out on the longer rides, but it made it that much easier to bear. Sometimes sitting for hours at a time, riding down from Annesburg, to Saint Denis, to the middle-of-nowhere New Hanover and back to camp..all in time to make it back for Pearson’s stew in the evening.

Yet, even so, the rides were often longer than you’d like. This one in particular just felt agonizingly slow. It was one of the only times you’d left camp since this whole debacle began and you hated it. Instead of being on edge for lawmen or rival gangs, you were on edge for the growling mob of the undead. Some were slow, some ran after you like their asses were on fire. Some were dumb and brutish, while others spat acidic bile. Truly terrible. Though, the plus side is that they made noise, unlike Pinkertons.

Currently making your way across the tracks separating New Hanover and the East Grizzlies, Ambarino. Out towards a little known cabin Arthur has dubbed ‘Martha’s Swain’. When he first showed it to you, in a desperate attempt for the gang to find some place to hide the women and little Jack, there was one of those rat bastard walking corpses inside. Though, you had little time to assume if she was Martha before she was shot in the face by Arthur. After burying her outside, the cabin was deemed safe and hidden.

As you and Charles approached the cabin, after a damn too long ride, the silence in the air was concerning. Normally, that would be a good thing. Finally a moment to stretch your legs and relax. But now, that was the last thing you wanted. It was suspicious. Charles gives you a side eye with a small nod, pulling his bow out from around his torso and carefully dismounting.

Not wanting to make a ruckus, nor waste ammo, you leave your longarm in its scabbard on your saddle. Instead, unsheathing your knife and hopping down onto the grass with a small huff, your rifle weighing heavy on your back.

You silently follow after Charles, the pair of you half crouch-walking to avoid being seen by anything in the probable vicinity. Your eyes blown wide with caution and your heart racing in your chest, you’re sure your ears are ringing. Rapidly scanning your surroundings as you approach the cabin door. No sign of any threats yet..except for a bear. Your mind flashes with a split image of getting mauled by it, only to shudder instinctively.

Turning your head back to the door as you hear it creak open. Your grip on your knife tightening as Charles pushes it open, bow drawn. The two of you don’t share a word as you follow Charles inside.

To your horror, there’s one of those undead freaks trapped inside the cabin, feasting on someone. A short gasp leaves your lips in surprise, causing it to raise its head just enough from the body, allowing Charles to let go of his bow string, sending an arrow through its deflated, maggot ridden, left eye. Due to the force, the zombie is knocked backwards, dead once again.

“Where the hell is everyone?” Charles asks gruffly, to which you shake your head in uncertainty, already making your way over to the body. You’ve seen a lot of fucked up things in your life, but this takes the cake. The poor sod was still breathing…barely. His blood seeped into the cracks of the cabin, his eyes were wide with terror.

“Help- ..me…” He chokes, and you wish there was something you could do. Several bite marks and infected scratches cover the man’s body, already flushing the skin an unsightly gray-blue, slowly clawing up the man’s insides as the infection travels through his blood stream, though his pulse is slow. Skin was missing from the man’s body, his abdomen punctured and organs ruptured, leaking blood, pus, bile, and, undoubtedly, his bowel contents all over his clothes and the floor underneath. It’s sad– revolting… but every man for himself.

You felt a hint of guilt, sure. Raising your knife above your head with both hands before plunging it down into the middle of the man’s dirty forehead. You can feel bile climbing your throat, forcing you to swallow to hold it back down. It wasn’t like anything you’d ever seen before; the man’s skull just split in half like a goddamn onion. Brain matter leaking out of the bowl-shaped-skull, barely getting snagged on the optic nerve before it paints your boots. But, at the end of the day, your conscience was eased. He was put out of his misery, and there’s less of the undead crawling around.

“Gross..” You mutter, your lip curling in disgust as you stand back up. Wiping off the flat of your knife onto your denim clad jeans. Your eyes linger on the man, a sick image burned into your retinas. But, upon further inspection, the man is wearing a green vest, hardly able to be seen underneath the blood. Torn up by the undead’s mangy claws.

“O’Driscoll.” You point out to Charles with a gesturing nod of your head. Charles, uninterested with the scene, steps past you and further into the cabin, searching for where John had taken the women and young Jack.

“Maybe he had something to do with it.” You mutter, sheathing your knife, heading into the opposite side of the cabin to do the same. “Maybe.” He muses flatly, rifling through the many different belongings atop Martha’s rotting wood table. Accidentally toppling over a vase, swiftly picking it up before it could create noise.

Turning the knob of one of the back doors, you use your shoulder to push it open, finding a nearly empty bedroom as well. Nothing of value to be taken. But, abandoning that thought, you move into the room. Your boots squelching against the unknown substance covering the floor. Pushing forward, you make your way to an end table. By the looks of it, it’s already been robbed. You could only guess it was the gang’s doing. Regardless, you pull open the drawer in search for a letter or a sign. Nothing.

Not bothering to close the drawer, you shift to check the mattress. Patting around the edges, feeling for a ripped seam, the wood slats inside creak in agony as a protest to the movements. You could only imagine how old they were. To your shock, you find a hidden letter inside one of the cracks. Internally groaning, you slip your hand inside the mattress, pulling it out, along with whatever insides the mattress had to spare.

Slipping the letter into your other hand, you shake your hand free of the yellow dust that coats it. “Dear Mr. Kilgore–” it starts, but you don’t get much further. Hearing a “you find anything?” from Charles in the other room.

“Yeah!” You call back, walking back through the door, your eyes briefly scanning over the letter. Charles rushes up to you, faster than he meant to. “What’s it say?” He inquires. “From the gang.” you mutter quietly, flipping the page over to check the back of it before turning it over again to read aloud.

“Dear, Mr. Kilgore. Your grand-nieces have just been lovely, it’s truly an honor to have met them. I appreciate you letting us borrow your cabin for the weekend, but I regret to inform you that we must be headed off now. There’s no shortage of adventures to find in the great state of New Hanover. I hear Flat Iron Lake is just lovely this time of year, lots of good fish to eat! Especially from that lovely dock you mentioned that is oh, so near Flatneck Station.

I do hope you would grace us with your presence once more, but we understand if it would be a burden to request such a thing so soon after your return home from France. Do wish your brothers the best from us, will you? Good health is always important to us, you know. Yours truly, Mr. and Mrs. Van Winkle.”

With a small click of your tongue, you hand off the letter to Charles, who accepts it without missing a beat. Even if you weren’t being actively chased by Pinkertons, it was still easier to lie about your identities. You watch his eyes reread everything before you walk right past him, headed for the door. It’s pretty damn clear where they went. Though, a thought lingers in the back of your mind. What chased them off? It had to have been something they couldn’t kill. John was a coward, but he was stupid enough to stand his ground when protecting the vulnerable..right?

“Back to New Hanover, then.” Charles remarks, following you to the door, slipping the letter into his pocket.Though, as soon as you reach the door, you pause. A familiar growling heard from the other side..just barely. Holding up one of your hands, you silently tell Charles to wait.

Leaning forward and pressing your ear to the wood to listen outside. Only for the door to swing open as someone, or something, forces its body weight against the wood, knocking you down in turn. Pinned underneath one of the heaviest undead you’ve come across, you struggle to reach your knife.

Several gunshots ring out inside the small cabin, making your ears ring. You hardly had time to register what just happened before it slumps forward with a hiss, oozing something akin to blood all over you. It smells foul. You could hardly keep yourself from vomiting, gagging and swallowing down the puke that manages to make its way into your mouth with a small shudder.

You completely forgot about Charles until he kicks the hefty zombie off of you, causing the twice now corpse to roll off and onto the floor. “You alright?” He asks, oddly calm as he extends a hand down to you, holstering his gun with his other hand. He hated using it, but sometimes it was more than necessary.

With a slow nod, you place your hand in his own, allowing yourself to be helped to your feet. Your legs feel foreign underneath you as you stare down at the dumb brute that had attacked you. But, you don’t have any time to process it. With a pat on your shoulder from Charles, he finally heads out the wide open door with you following close behind.

Letting out a loud whistle from between your teeth, not exactly wanting to stick your fingers in your mouth after wrestling with that undead brute. Your eyes flicking around your surroundings, hearing the sound of hooves approach. No doubt your horse and Taima got scared of the monster. That or something different.

“You’re quiet.” Charles states bluntly, looking you over, It’s not a judgmental comment– the opposite. He’s concerned. He’s used to your thoughts leaving your mouth before you had a chance to stop it. Though, he could understand. Naturally, anyone would be a bit shaken up. He was confident you would get through it. “Ain’t you always?” You retort without batting an eye, earning a dry chuckle from Charles. “You ain’t wrong.”

Your eyes dart over to movement in the treeline, growing a bit tense at first, only to relax at the sight of Taima’s nose, a hint of a smile crosses your lips at the sight. Nodding towards her as Charles approaches her, whispering a small praise under his breath. Walking past him, you spot your own horse just down the hill, slowly making your way down to it with Charles just on your tail.

Your horse whinnies as it sees you, it’s tail swishing back and forth. “Easy..” you coo, reaching up and gently petting its mane. Getting closer and stepping up into the stirrup, further heading down the hill, expecting Charles to follow suit, which he does.

“There was another letter inside.” Charles mumbles, riding alongside you. You glance over towards him, silently asking for an elaboration, before facing forward again. Both of you heading right back down from Ambarino and back into New Hanover. “From the owner’s husband. He was in the Confederacy.” He explains, a hint of distaste in his tone.

You nod silently in understanding, remembering the skeleton you and Arthur had buried not too long ago. You hardly even registered the sight of the setting sun until it shines right in your eyes, humming with discontent as you squint. Your posture straightens as you focus more and more on the sounds around you, until you follow Charles further into the woods, finally having a bit of respite.

It’s unfortunate, really. Not finding any sort of live animals..or any at all, really. The plains were oddly silent now, more than before. Undead animals haunted the fields, attacking anything in their sights with the intention to infect further. The remaining, living animals were all emaciated. The disruption to the food chain was detrimental to the entire ecosystem…clearly.

All seemed well on the long ride to Flatneck station, until you hear gunfire echoing loudly in the distance. Much to your dismay, Charles races forward, leaving you to follow behind in a huff. Coming across the small, abandoned trading post, you damn near sigh in relief. John is the one firing the gun, getting frustrated with Abigail and readjusting her hold on a rifle to properly aim a half broken beer bottle resting atop the railway tracks.

“John!” Charles calls with a hefty sigh of relief. John tears his gaze away from Abigail and over towards you and Charles. You were sure there was a small smile on his face out of relief. “Uncle Charles! Uncle Y/N!” You hear Jack call before the door to the small building flies open and the boy comes running out. You couldn’t imagine how scary it must be for him.

Both you and Charles dismount at the same time. Jack nearly tackles your leg into a hug, allowing you to ruffle his hair. “We didn’t find any food on our way.” Charles informs, to which John shakes his head with a heavy sigh. “We got a couple rabbits on our way out..ain’t much at all.” “Better than nothin’?” You offer, to which John offers a half-hearted shrug. As Jack lets go of you, you follow after him inside the small building, mostly to check up on the other women. It’s incredibly cramped as you step inside. Five women, excluding Abigail, with Jack and yourself. But beggars can’t be choosers.

Molly is staring at her reflection in the small mirror, gently pulling at her skin. Karen, Mary-Beth, and Tilly are quietly whispering amongst themselves. Though, Karen seems shaky and jittery. You can only imagine what her lack of alcohol is doing to her body.

“Y/N.” Susan greets with a curt nod, sitting just by the door, her shotgun laying over her lap. A terrifying sight on its own. “Miss.” You reply with a nod of your own. Gently nudging Jack away from you and further inside into protection.

“How y’all been holdin’ up?” You inquire. Stealing a wary glance over your shoulder to make sure Charles, John, and Abigail were fine just outside, before returning your gaze back down to Grimshaw.

“As good as we can be..” She sighs. Her weathered hands idly feeling over the metal firearm. “I imagine y’all saw the wreck the cabin was left in?” You nod, earning a pleased hum from Susan. “O’Driscoll showed up and tried to rob us when John went out for food. He brought a damn.. horde with him. We handled most of ‘em, had to leave when we started getting overrun. Barely had time for Mary-Beth to write that letter.” She explains.

It made sense. A bunch of kick-ass outlaws wouldn’t just..abandon their safehouse for no reason. Leaning back against the doorway, you let yourself slide down it until you’re finally sitting, just relaxing. Resting your eyes with a heavy sigh, you’ve had enough to do with today. Just in desperate need for a nap. Yet, you know you can’t sleep yet. Especially not here. But Gods.. you want to. You definitely need to. You’re not sure how long it’s been since you last slept.

“Y/N.” Charles calls. With a small hum of acknowledgement, you force your eyes open, looking up towards him. “You head back to camp.. I’ll stick around here.” Nodding along blankly, you force yourself to stand up again. Yawning widely as you step fully out of the trading post, passing John and Charles, giving each of them a pat on the shoulder and a small nod to Abigail, shuffling back to your horse and mounting up, setting off into the night.

The lingering burden of finding food for camp weighs on your mind. But, as you slowly trek through the dark forests, you find nothing. You could blame it on your exhaustion or the dark..or some sort of noise, but there’s nothing around. Not a soul except you. It nearly snaps you awake, feeling a chill creep down your spine and the feeling of eyes on you. Clicking your tongue off the roof of your mouth, commanding your horse to speed up. You don’t want to be out for any longer than you need to.

But, as you come back to camp, the ride feels shorter. Dismounting your horse with an exhausted sigh, hitching up the reins to one of the rails, right next to Gwydion, Trelawny’s horse. Not feeling like dealing with the magician at the moment, your eyes flick around camp until you spot Hosea on his bedroll. You offer him a shrug, signifying you didn’t find anything, earning a solemn nod in response.

Hearing the growls and hisses from young Jenny, Mac, and Davey, your day ends just as it started. Laying down on your bedroll, your muscles aching and your skin slick with sweat. Though, unlike last night, you allow sleep to claim you and hope that, at some point, things will be okay again.

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[xo-xojj]

Omg pleeeeease make an oneshot with gavin gore (smut plz)

Yup! Here it is!!!!

Heaven can wait

Gavin Gore X M!reader

Request? Yes

Type: Smut, pwp(porn with plot (barely)) fluff, top!gavin Bttm!reader, slight breeding kink. Virgin!reader

Desc: you have your first time with Gavin.

Enjoyyy

You and Gavin never really talked about sex. You both thought about it obviously. But talking surprisingly was a no go. Gavin didn’t say anything about it because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. You on the other hand we’re embarrassed because you had never done it before. And it was embarrassing at first. But the more having helped you get into your sexuality you became more comfortable. So you slowly experimented with yourself soon finding out you liked to bottom.

So after mapping everything out you built up the courage to ask your boyfriend to take your virginity….

“What!?” Gavin said slightly giggling. “It’s not funny I am a virgin, and I wanted to lose it to you, since your a little more experienced.” You said looking down. Gavin was kinda a geek. But he was a hot one that had his ways with ladies and gentlemen. Gavin got up off of his bed lifting your chin up. “Don’t be shy about it” Gavin said kissing you. “Are you sure though, this is kinda special.” He said holding you close to him. “I’m sure” you said kissing him. “Strip for me” Gavin said sitting in his bed unbuckling his belt and pants. You did as he told you being very docile. Once you were bare with a aching hard Gavin removed his shirt and his pants revealing his hard.

Gavin motioned for you to come over to him and you did. “Sit on my lap” gavin said and you obeyed. He kissed your shoulders and your chest and neck telling you and whispering sweet nothings. “Your so fucking hot, your perfect baby” he’s whisper kissing all over you.

“He took your cock and his stroking them both making. You gasp and moan nuzzling your head into his neck. He smirked as he went faster making your head reverse and coil back letting out a moan. He covered your mouth not wanting to alert neighbors. “I- mmm” you whimpered out not being able to form a sentence. “I know baby” Gavin said. And soon their was a white substance all over his and and cock along with yours. You whimpered riding out your high as he stroked slower slowing to a stop. You slowly came back down from heaven to earth looking gavin in his eyes and kissing him. “You didn’t finish baby” you said. “That’s cus… we’ll I wanna finish inside you” gavin said smirking. You smiled kissing him. “Alright listen, it’s gonna hurt a little but it won’t be for long.” Gavin said lubricating his cock with his spit and lubricating your hole with it too. “Next time we’re gonna get lube ok baby?” He said looking at you as you nodded.

“You ready” Gavin asked positioning his cock carefully. You nodded. “Safe word is orange, ok. Say that if I’m hurting you really bad” Gavin said as he slid you down on his cock and you jumped letting out a yelp but he held a firm grip on your waist sliding you inch by inch on his cock. You were a whining mess. When you were all the way on his cock he sat you there letting you adjust. You soon moved your hips letting him know you were ready. He moved your hips along on his cock making you tuck your head in his neck. “That’s it good boy, your doing really good for me.” Gavin said starting to fuck up into you with more haste. You grip his hair kissing him. You mined into his mouth and he moaned into yours. He suddenly pushed and pounded deeper into you making your head roll back with your eyes. Your eyes formed tears as you whimpered.

Gavin looked at you in awe. He had never adored anyone as much as you. He loved you so much. He wanted to marry you and raise kids with you. It was his dream. He loved you more that you could ever know and he put all that love into the thrust he did into you making your legs shake and making you vibrate while whimpering. “I’m- gonna- mmm” you said whining. He nodded and thrusted at a harsh speed making you go in the gaze of consciousness and non consciousness. You soon came for a second time chocking on your own moans.

He didn’t stop though. He was chasing his own high. You just bounced on his cock, being dumbfucked. “Look at you, taking my cock like a good boy, want me to cum In you?” He asked and you just moaned as he looked at you smirking. He sped up faster than he knew he could starting to spill his nut into you. “Fuck! Filling you up so good.” Gavin said cumming in you and kissing your neck. Your overstimulated body shivers as Gavin slows down. He kisses you passionately as you whimpered. That was your first time in with Gavin and it wouldn’t be your last

[aforeffective]

this thought just randomly came to me and i’ve now decided this is canon in my head:

the gang one time was scrolling through the channels on the tv and couldn’t find anything to watch so eventually just stopped at a random channel and it was playing a documentary about bigfoot. everyone else thought it was cool or stupid but two bit, who had been drunk, thought this was terrifying. he is now deeply afraid that there are sasquatch type animals living in the woods in the US. but he will not admit this to the gang so they were watching the documentary and he’s like “oh yeah, that is so cool🫣😳😧”

i wish i could explain to you guys how this popped up into my head but i can’t. all i can tell you guys is that bigfoot became a really big thing in the late 50s/early 60s so the timing works.

[cyntinen]

Craig's gang incorrect quotes

Tweek: guys! Clyde is refusing to use his glasses!

Clyde: Tweek, calm down, i used glasses for a day and i'm fine now! i proof it to you!

Clyde: *points at Craig* Craig

Clyde: *points at Token* Token

Clyde: *points at jimmy* Jimmy

Clyde: *points at cartman* sasquatch

Jimmy: he has a point guys

++

Token: who broke the toaster?

Craig: it was Clyde

Tweek: Clyde

Jimmy: it must have been Clyde

Clyde: *tears in his eyes* yOU GUYS PROMISED NOT TO TEEEEEEL-!

++

Clyde: i've done a lot of dumb stuff

Tweek: i've witnessed the dumb stuff

Jimmy: and i recorded the dumb stuff

Craig: i joined you in the dumb stuff

Token: and i....tried to stop both of you FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF

++

Token: sometimes i think that i'm the only one in this friend group with a brain cell!

Craig, Clyde, Tweek and Jimmy: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred brain cell

++

Clyde: Craig, i know you snuck out to see Tweek last night

Craig: if you tell Token or Jimmy, i swear i'll murder you and they'll never find the body

Clyde: you buy me tacos later?

Craig: fucking- FINE!

++

Clyde: Craig is okay, calm down

Cartman: HE IS OKAY!? he told me he was going to break my legs! and don't tell me he didn't mean it, because i saw the look he gave me! he fucking meant it!

Clyde: Cartman, Craig threatens everyone. he has threatened me everyday since i was born. he threatens Jimmy every day. he probably threatened Tweek this morning and Tweek is his boyfriend. it's what he does. grow a pair

++

Tweek: hey! let's play Kiss Marry Kill!

Tweek: AAA! who would you guys kill first?

*everyone points at Clyde*

Clyde: *tears in his eyes again* fuck you guys!

++

Craig: we need more help, wait i will vall my friends

Tweek: .........your what?

Craig: my friends

Token: *looking others* is he seriously saying "friends"?

Jimmy: i think he is being sar-sarcastic!

Clyde: no no no NO! this is delirium!

Token: oh, new word. do you know what it means?

Clyde: ...shut it. anyways, as i was saying..Craig is cracked from being awake the whole night. hey, Craig! all of your friends are in this room!

Craig: i have other friends

Token: stop lying

++

Tweek: i don't know. sometimes i just think that Craig and Clyde share the same brain cell

Token: they do. and it's not in use very often

Jimmy: .....and still you are dating them

++

Token: oh, guys! before i forget to tell you, me and Clyde are dating!

Jimmy, Tweek, Craig and Clyde: *gasp*

Token: Clyde? WHY ARE YOU SURPRISED?!

++

Jimmy: how do Craig and Clyde usually get out of these messes?

Tweek: they don't. they just make a bigger mess that cancel the first one out

Token: true. now excuse me, i need to call their lawyer

++

Clyde: thank you for the taco date Token! i'm so happy i could kiss you!

Token: uh....neat!

*later*

Token, lying face down on his bed: i said "neat" Craig! who the hell says neat these days? it's not neat to say neat, but i did anyways because i'm fucking stupid

Craig, watching red racer: don't beat yourself up too much Token. everyone gets nervous sometimes

Token: oh, just like you did, when tweek confessed to you and you thanked him?

Craig: shut the fuck up :)

++

Tweek: you know, Token gives Clyde flowers everyday. i wish you would do that too

Craig: okay??

*later*

Craig: *gives Clyde flowers* here you go

Clyde: ????

Craig: i don't know, Tweek wanted me to do this

[thebibliomancer]

Universe X #6

Feat. I’m sorry but the worst Moon Knight look. Also, Sasquatch and the head and crotch of Guardian.

That’s why Moon Knight is firmly looking the other way.

To quickly recap the insanity so far: Mar-Vell is leading a revolution in the afterlife. To help this goal, his living child self is gathering powerful items on Earth. Captain America was traveling with him as his bodyguard but Cap super died. So now a bunch of other heroes like force femmed Thor, gorilla Hulk, child Banner, Spider-Man’s daughter Venom, and Mr Summers and his circus X-Men.

If any of those descriptors are confusing, I’m sorry, Earth/Universe X be like that.

Immortus is Pope now and he wants the terrigen mutated population of Earth to spread out and colonize the hell out of space. But first, he’d like Reed Richards to stop trying to cure everyone with his Human Torch towers.

A secret society called the Tong of Creel is gathering the pieces of Absorbing Man to resurrect him. They’ve been really successful at stealing several pieces underneath the noses of the superheroes.

Meanwhile, up on the Moon, Aaron Stack, Machine Man, is the new Watcher. He spends his time wondering why the multiverse and talking to Uatu, who constantly hurls abuse.

Also, Earth is tilted on its axis because Galactus slurped a baby Celestial out of the planet so everyone is going to freeze. You’d think this would be a bigger deal but nobody seems very concerned.

Universe X!

Today’s first Mar-Vell scavenger hunt stop is to Egypt, to retrieve the Resurrection Stone.

The Resurrection Stone is a fairly obscure item in the 616 with only a handful of appearances. So I don’t know if it’s meant to be the same one they’re talking about here. Because the one Mar-Vell is after is the statue of Khonshu.

Time for another weird Earth X Arc Welding!

Moon Knight and therefore Khonshu are relevant to today’s issue. So how does Khonshu work in the Earth X setting? Is he like the Asgardians? Sufficiently advanced aliens that have been gaslit into thinking they’re gods?

No, even weirder.

Khonshu is the Resurrection Stone. Which happens to have been carved from a meteor that hit Egypt. A meteor like the one that hit Wakanda and Antarctica. Khonshu is Egyptian Vibranium. And instead of melting metal or absorbing vibrations, Egyptian vibranium prevents you from dying and makes you hallucinate god.

… Sure, why not! Might as well be this!

When Lil Mar-Vell and co arrive in Egypt, Moon Knight is locked in eternal and pointless combat with a bunch of ancient Egyptian priests and temple guards, also immortal thanks to the stone.

Marv’s group throws their weight on Moon Knight’s side and fight so Mar-Vell can get to the temple and cloakaport the stone away.

Allowing Marc to finally die.

In one sense, putting him out of his misery. But since death is just being thrown back into eternal battle, I wonder if it’s much of a relief?

It at least puts him out of my misery, sartorially speaking, because when he shows up in the Realm of Death, it’s in a color-inverted version of his more classic outfit.

Looks pretty spiffy.

Mar-Vell and the gang return to Japan and Lord Sonfire gives them the Mandarin’s rings on the Mandarin’s chopped off hands.

I love how grossed out Mar-Vell looks. But he’s too chosen child of destiny to verbalize it. So, thanks, Venom. For saying what everyone was thinking.

Meanwhile, everything else is bad.

Nighthawk reveals he knows Gargoyle has betrayed him, leaking his prophecies to Mr Church in Immortus’ camp.

Gargoyle doesn’t see the problem with what he did but Nighthawk says that information is not only going to help Immortus’ mobs but also how the Tong of Creel knew when to attack and where to find the pieces of Absorbing Man. It’s been hinted a while that they had inside information and it turns out they’ve been reading the running narration.

In fact, the Canadian Human Torch has fallen, leaving Sasquatch and Guardian’s head the only survivors of Alpha Flight.

And while fleeing the slaughter, the two run into a feral tribe of Wolverines???? Universe X, what the hell?

But the Latverian Human Torch is also under siege. Thanks to Gargoyle’s information, Immortus’ mob knew when defenses would be thin with Thing off elsewhere. The mobs are breaking down the door to kill Richards and co. The Tong stole the head of Creel. And Mr Church sneaks past the Doombots to steal Doom’s time platform.

Mr Church. What an odd ominous one. Aaron’s end of issue appendix has him muse that there’s no information in the Watcher’s systems for the guy before he showed up to join Immortus.

He’s probably definitely Mephisto.

When Immortus starts losing it because he’s locked out of Limbo and mutating, he turns leadership of the mobs over to Mr Church.

Also, the Micronauts are spying on Immortus for some reason?

Meanwhile, on the Moon, Aaron drags the Kree Supreme Intelligence to the Watcher’s house.

Aaron wants the Intelligence to explain the multiverse to him but the Intelligence says Mar-Vell is on his way to kill him and Aaron will need to stop that or else bad things might happen to the multiverse.

I don’t know about kill but Dead Mar-Vell has lately been preoccupied that there are no Kree in the Realm of Death and decided his living self will need to talk to the Supreme Intelligence about it.

So if the Supreme Intelligence thinks Mar-Vell is going to kill him about it, I think maybe he knows Marv won’t like the answers.

So a lot going on. A lot and a lot of it weird.

I didn’t even mention the demon man in the colorful shorts.

Because I don’t know what it means yet.

Next time, the next issue.

[brw]

Uh oh gang I can feel the Sasquatch madness overtaking me again.

[phoenixdropconfessional]

zane isn’t my thing tho. he’s just so mean (and unoriginal). plus the red eye contacts make it look like he does crack on the side of the highway. i’d rather have the sk gang, at least their the originals.

- sasquatch

zane.. doesnt wear contacts? are you getting him confused with someone else??

xoxo VR