#a walking dead crossover

[blueboybot]

Damsel Not In Distress: The Kidnapped Chronicles

Just a short story I'll be posting here with Danny getting kidnapped constantly but beating the shit out of his kidnappers, and somehow going viral everytime he does it.

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To think this all started because he kissed Robin on the cheek as a quick thank you for 'saving' Cujo before rushing off with his green dog. Well, unfortunately for Danny someone caught it on video and it had been trending for a while.

Things had finally settled down when some idiot kidnapped him and some other civilians claiming how he was going to use Danny to lure out the Bats because obviously giving Robin a peck on the cheek meant that they were in a relationship together.

After freeing himself and beating up the criminal this has become an almost weekly occurence. And then it finally happened, one of Gotham's major villians kidnapped him...the Joker.

Glad to say that after freeing himself Danny promptly walked up to the man who was still talking to the camera, not noticing the pissed off teenager behind him, and used the ropes that once had him tied to choke the Joker. Luckily for the Joker the Bats arrived and took care of things before it became a crime scene.

What Danny was not expecting was being crushed on by Robin, who had been showing up after his beatdown of criminals.

Too bad Damian Wayne wants to make Danny his.

[starry-bi-sky]

Out of Context Stuff for a Danyal Al Ghul au i haven't posted - Pit Beast Danyal

Damian, 13: Look, Danyal, -- I am so sorry for everything that happened between us in the League, I hope you can forgive me.

Danny, 10 (allegedly): (has been secretly plotting to murder Damian this whole time, is still gonna do it obvs, but is going to make it significantly less painful now)

Danny: I-- of course, older brother. :]

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Bruce: what do you have there, Damian?

Damian:

Danny: (a hulking 10ft pit beast standing beside him, growling idly with ram horns gouging out his eyes and a second set of horns jutting into the air, spines down his back, and a long, spiked tail with an animalistic, skull-like face)

Damian, who smuggled him in (they've made amends): a smoothie, father

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Damian: this is my little brother Danyal, i murdered him when he was five. He festered in rage for the last half-a decade, took over a League mountain base in Switzerland, murdered everyone inside and then tried to murder me when I went to investigate with Drake.

Danny: hello!

Damian: we're cool now

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Damian: thoughts on resurrection

Danny, (a full ghost): i will succeed in murdering you if you try it

Damian: we'll put a pin in it then

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Danny (still instilled with League values): why don't we just murder him??

Damian, on patrol (Danny followed him): we don't murder people, Danyal

Danyal:,,,,are you sick, Dami?? Have you been possessed? Why not!?

(There is raucous laughing through the comms)

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Danny, five, pre-death: Dami! :D

Danny, dead, vengeful: Older brother (:

Danny, post-forgiveness: Dami! :]

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For some actual context: Danny is fully dead in this au, its a result of the classic DPxDC Demon Twins "death duel" trope but instead of Danny getting revived, he stays fully dead. Danny was five, Damian was seven. His ghost lingered though, and due to the proximity of the pits his ghost steadily absorbed the ambient energy it was letting off. The pits are not corrupted ectoplasm in this au, it's just liquid ecto.

Which means Danny's corruption from an angry and hurt little ghost boy to an unrecognizable monster is from his own doing. It's a result of him stewing in his hurt and anger for years, it physically warped him. He's very powerful. Danny can travel between League Bases but chose a small, out-of-the-way base in the Swiss mountains to fester in and then just. Never Left.

His influence steeped into the very foundations of the building, allowing him to transform and warp the rooms and hallways for his own bidding, Meaning he could turn it into a seemingly unending labyrinth if he so wished to, and block the entrance.

Eventually, blinded (both metaphorically and physically) by his own rage, Danny grew powerful enough to appear physically in the living realm and attacked everyone in the base, slaughtering them all and leaving the base abandoned. He attacks anyone who dares enter -- whether that be other league members, or the unfortunate hiker who stumbled across the base. His conscious is steeped into every nook and cranny of the building, there is nowhere you can hide where he can't find. Nobody leaves without his explicit say so. Nobody ever does.

Him appearing as ten years old before Damian in the skits above is his own physical doing. First it was to prevent Damian from being suspicious of him. Damian initially thought Danny was revived with the pits, he was too busy with his own training afterwards to notice that Danny never showed up again, and when he did notice, he assumed it was because Danny was too ashamed of his loss to face him. He'd always forget to ask about him.

Then it becomes a personal choice to appear as ten. It's how old he would've been had he been alive.

danny forgiving Damian is kinda for an offshoot branch of the main au. Whereas the main au takes the form of a ps4 first person horror game where Damian and Tim are investigating the Base for Plot Reasons. There's no sign of the rumored "monster" living inside until the end, where Danny, who was found inside the Base and has been happily "helping" them look around, manages to persuade Damian into splitting off from Tim in order to "show him something."

This something turns out to be Danny revealing that he never really forgave Damian for that fight, and he reveals through a horrifying transformation, that he was the monster the whole time. Which the game subtly hints at throughout as Danny's strange behavior becomes harder to ignore.

First from his insistence to only refer to Damian as "older brother" (when before the duel he always called him Damian or Dami), to him right off the bat denying the existence of a monster when questioned. ("There's no monster here, older brother. It's just me.") To other various things, like his knowledge of the outside world not matching up to modern times or things going on with the league outside of the base, or what happened to the other league members.

This whole idea was inspired by the song "Scylla" from Epic the Musical, with Danyal being the voice of Scylla as well as Odysseus, while Damian stands as Eurylochus. The instrumentals after Scylla says "hello" is him turning into the pit beast, and Scylla's "drown in your sorrow and fears" part is danny, as the pit beast, snarling at Damian while he attacks him.

There's a Good Ending, a Bad Ending, and a True Ending. The Bad Ending results in Damian being killed by Danny, it happens when Damian decides not to question or suspect Danny and treats him kindly. The Bad Ending is a cutscene, where Danny kills Damian quick and painlessly.

Meanwhile the Good Ending is Damian killing Danny. This is a boss fight, and it happens when Damian treats Danny coldly and suspiciously the whole time. Danny as a result, decides to make Damian's death painful as he had planned to, which is why it's a boss fight because it only causes him to double down on his anger.

The True Ending is Damian escapes with Tim. It happens when you treat Danny warmly up until the last minute, where when Danny proposes to Damian that he wants to show him something, Damian goes to talk to Tim and finally, reluctantly agrees that something is off with Danny, and that he'll be careful going in. It starts off with the boss fight until a third through, where it then changes to a cutscene where Tim manages to get the door open and Damian escapes out. It's then a chase scene down a never-ending hallway as the building actively works to keep you trapped inside. But you eventually make it to the exit so long as you avoid all the projectiles and doors.

Remember when I mentioned that Danny only lets people leave when he wants them to? That's where the treating Danny kindly throughout the game comes into play. It causes him to second guess himself and, eventually, reawaken and strengthen the love and admiration he had for Damian prior to his murder. It's why in the Bad Ending he kills Damian quickly -- because by then, he loves him enough that he doesn't want him to suffer, but is still so consumed by his rage and need for vengeance that he kills him anyways. That quiet part is what allows Damian (and Tim) to find the exit, because some part of Danny still loves Damian enough that he wants him to live.

The True Ending ends with a cutscene of Damian and Tim tumbling out into the snow/grass outside of the base. Damian looks up back to the entrance to see Danny standing there. But rather than a ten year old boy, there's a little five year old Danyal Al Ghul instead. He stares at Damian emotionlessly, blood seeping from his chest, staining his clothes, and little, bloody sword in his hands and tearstains on his cheeks, before he turns away and disappears back into the building.

[rin-may-1103]

The Wrong Robin Au (part four)

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Danny slowed his car down, staring at the black iron gate coming into view; Bats and ivy welded on in an elegant pattern, obviously more thought-out than The Drake's ducks had been. He had to give it to Tim, the kid had been right about how stupid the ducks looked.

Glancing around, Danny found he was completely alone on the dirt road. The gray sky slowly brightened as the sun climbed higher in the distance, trees swaying in the gentle breeze, and birds chirped.

If it hadn't been for his experiences at Vlad's place, he would have found the scenery comforting, maybe even inviting. But the knowledge that this was the home of a billionaire, one that went out at night to fight crime like a furry on crack nonetheless, ruined it.

Maybe he should just head back to the motel...

...

Fuck it, when had Phantom ever backed down? That's right! Never! Danny was going to stick to his metaphorical guns and follow through with his admittedly stupid plan.

Taking his foot off the brake; Danny activated his intangibility, shared it with the car, and drove through the gate. (look, what were his powers for if not to make his life convenient? He deserved it after literally dying for them. AND the gate was probably locked. There was no way he could convince someone to let him in at this time in the morning, so...)

Danny kept an eye on his surroundings as he drove, he doubted Bruce Wayne would have ghost vultures working for him, but that doesn't mean Danny wouldn't be prepared if he did.

Eventually, a large building came into view. Its gothic architecture and obvious timely design set it apart from Vlad's modern monstrosity of a castle. Danny could just tell this was a home for a family with old money; the weathered roof and aged water fountain told stories of the people who used to live there. This was a home, not just a house.

Pulling his car over and parking, Danny quickly sent a mental prayer to the home's ancestors. He hoped they could forgive him for what he was about to do.

Grabbing his backup phone and his keys, Danny tossed the car door open and stepped out. Immediately his senses were clouded with grief and anger. It was so strong he almost lost his footing. The house was just drenched in the emotions, tendrils reaching out and wrapping around anything and everything.

Closing his eyes, Danny held his breath so he could focus on blocking the emotions out. (flashes of someone else's memories rushed past his mind; a glimpse of a young boy sitting in a library reading a book. An older man sitting next to him silently. In another flash, the two were now in a dark cave, the light of a computer the only thing illuminating them as the older man draped a blanket across the boy's back. whispered words of sincere promises echoed in his head.)

He had believed Tim, but he hadn't expected it to be this bad. Ancients, this was worse than when he had to deal with Spectra.

Batman definitely needed therapy.

...

Maybe Jazz should be Robin instead, she'd know how to handle this properly. but Jazz wasn't here right now, she was in Sweden learning all about mental health. Which meant Danny would have to do this himself.

yay.

He had two options; One, he sits down with the man and they have a sincere and very emotional conversation. Or two, he beats it into the guy's head that he needs to stop going out and trying to get himself killed. Based on everything he knows about Batman? It was going to be number two that was going to get results... Well, at least Danny had experience punching things until he got what he wanted. (even if it didn't always work.)

Shaking himself out of his mind, Danny started making his way to the front door. It was past five in the morning, Bruce should be home now. Whether he was sleeping like Danny would assume he usually did, was a different question altogether.

Glancing around the door, Danny found there was a large rope hanging to the left. Vlad had the same thing at his place, it was an old-fashioned doorbell.

shrugging, Danny pulled on the rope and waited.

and waited.

and waited.

After a minute or two, Danny pulled the rope again. Suddenly the door swung open to reveal an older man dressed in a nice waistcoat and trousers.

"Can I help you?" the man asked, a British accent completing the look.

Danny blinked for a second before quickly focusing back on his task. "My name's Danny. Bruce is being a dumbass who needs to take a chill pill and take a step back from hospitalizing criminals. Can I come in?"

It was the old man's turn to stare and blink at him. After a minute, the man stepped back and opened the door, his eyebrow raised. "I would like to see how you plan to tell this to Master Bruce. His office is this way, young man."

"May I ask what exactly you're doing here?" the man asked, closing the door behind Danny.

Danny shrugged, "I'm here to beat some sense into him. He's going to get himself killed and no one wants to see what happens when he does."

The butler, because the rich fruitloop would obviously have one, hummed as he nodded his head in agreement. "I see. Maybe this is what he needs then. he won't listen to me, no matter how much I nag him."

Nothing else was said as he guided Danny through the manor, eventually stopping at a fancy dark wooden door. "Master Bruce, you appear to have a visitor." Then He opened the door and gestured for Danny to enter.

He only had a moment to ponder how he should do this before he entered the room. He should keep his powers hidden, for now at least.

He was greeted with the sight of an exhausted man in a bathrobe sitting at his desk and staring out the window. He was clutching a very worn and loved book in his hands, his brows slightly furrowed. (Danny noted that it was the same book the kid had been reading, The Hero and the Crown... or something like that, Danny hadn't really gotten a good look at the title.)

The butler stepped back, closing the door, and stood next to it to maybe await his new orders. Ones he probably wouldn't get any time soon, if the way Bruce hadn't moved or responded meant anything.

Well, if the old man wanted to see this then who was Danny to stop him?

Stepping forward, Danny leaned over the desk and slapped the back of Bruce's head. The man swiftly turned and stared at him, raising one of his hands to touch his head in shock. Danny heard the butler choke in surprise but ignored him. He could only pray to Clockwork that Bruce didn't kill him for this.

"You are being absolutely idiotic, dude." Danny declared. "Do you think Jason would have wanted you to act like this?" Bruce stood up, his chair slamming into the wall, his eyes burning in anger. "No? Then get your shit together and be the man he would be proud of."

Bruce lunged over the desk, his fist pulled back to hit Danny. It was just like Danny expected, just like Tim had told him, the man was letting his emotions control his actions. Dodging to the side, Danny continued talking, "This going out every night, fighting more and more dangerous and outlandish people all by yourself? It's going to get you killed."

Bruce gave up on trying to punch him, instead, he threw himself forward and body-slammed Danny to the floor. Danny coughed, quickly blocking his face as Bruce took a swing at him. Using the man's blind anger to his advantage, Danny kicked Bruce in the chest and sent him flying into his desk. "Jason's dead. It sucks. and it hurts. It's probably the worst pain you've ever experienced, but there's nothing you can do about it."

Danny glared at the man as he scrambled into a crouch, waiting to see what Bruce did next. "Shut up," the man growled, shoving himself up and away from his desk. He picked up his stapler; he was probably either going to use it as a blunt weapon or throw it at Danny. Widening his stance, Danny got ready to dodge or lunge.

He remembered reading about him, online when he first became Phantom. He remembered reading about Robin and Batman and how they worked together to protect Gotham. How they tirelessly worked day and night to put their rogues away every time they got out again.

He remembered seeing pictures of Batman standing next to little Robin, a proud smile on his face as the police took the criminals away. Pictures of the man helping and protecting Robin whenever the boy couldn't handle whatever mess he had gotten into. There was even a memorable one of Batman scolding an obviously sheepish Robin, a knocked-out Riddler slumped behind him.

He had wished so badly for someone to help him back them, for someone to be his Batman when times got hard. He remembered how devastated he was when it turned out the only person like him was Vlad. Vlad, who had wanted to murder his father and marry his mother. Vlad, who had overshadowed people to gain more wealth and power. Vlad, who hadn't seen how wrong it was to try and clone him.

He remembered the comments and videos from the citizens of Gotham, cheering for their heroes when they succeeded in capturing the rogues. How they still supported them when they failed. It was nothing like Amity's reaction to him.

He remembered how Gothom reacted when Robin was pronounced dead. How the city had cried and raged. He felt it all the way over in Amity, the grief and anger. The whole city had come together to mourn the boy who protected them. Even two years later, Danny could still feel the echoes.

"Jason's dead. He's dead and gone and you're letting yourself get consumed with your grief. but you made a promise Bruce."

Danny knew he had, it was the same promise Danny had made just four years ago.

Bruce's eyes widened and the anger that was surging in his eyes froze for just a moment. His hand loosened around the stapler but didn't let it go. The butler looked concerned, unsure if he should interfere or not.

"You made a promise all those years ago when you first dawned that stupid bat suit. You promised to do everything in your power to help your city. To protect it. Robin made the same promise. When he took up his suit. They both did."

Bruce's jaw tensed, his eyes narrowing. Danny lowered his body, still ready to dodge at a moment's notice.

"You made a promise to your son, Bruce. Even if he didn't know it. One that you couldn't keep."

Bruce threw the stapler, making Danny jump to the side to dodge it. His mistake was not keeping an eye on what Bruce did after throwing it. The man quickly rushed up to him, eyes blazing in anger. "You don't know anything!" he cried, his fist slamming into Danny's jaw. Danny staggered back but ducked under the next punch.

"I lost my son! I wasn't there!" Bruce shouted, kicking Danny's legs out from under him. Danny's back hit the floor, knocking the breath out of him. Bruce followed him down, breaking his nose with another punch to the face. "I promised I would protect him and I wasn't there!"

Danny growled, catching Bruce's fist in his hand and sending a punch at the side of Bruce's head. Bruce tried to lean back, Danny's fist clipping his forehead. Bruce grunted, reaching up to grab Danny's fist to keep him from punching him again.

"You couldn't protect him! I get it, it sucks!" Danny shouted back, flashes of Dani's melting form grasping at his shirt in panic pulled to the front of his mind. "It leaves a black hole in the center of your chest! It sucks all the warmth out of you, leaving only the cold bitter knowledge that you couldn't save him!" (that he couldn't save her)

Bruce pulled his fist out of Danny's hand, slamming his elbow down into Danny's chest and twisting Danny's right arm sharply in an attempt to break it. Danny kept talking though, ignoring the pain as he pulled his arm out of Bruce's grasp, "But Jason made a promise! and you're doing nothing to keep it!"

Danny grabbed onto Bruce's bathrobe and flipped them so Bruce was the one on the floor now. Quickly reaching up, Danny grabbed both of Bruce's hands and held them as still as he could. Bruce was strong, but Danny had years of fighting Skulker and the other super-strong ghosts under his belt. "He made that promise knowing that you had made the same one!"

Bruce growled, throwing his head up in an attempt to hit Danny with it. Danny leaned back, accidentally loosening his grip just enough for Bruce to break out of it. Bruce shoved him off of him, making Danny slide back and hit a chair.

Grunting, Danny stood up and lunged at Bruce. Bruce dodged to the side, dropping down to pick the stapler back up. "I can't claim to know what Jason would have wanted," Danny spat, backing up to give himself more space as Bruce stepped toward him. "but I know as someone who made the same promise, I wouldn't have wanted you to change into what you are now!"

Bruce narrowed his eyes at Danny, "Yeah, and what's that?" he growled.

"A careless, suicidal, moron," Danny growled back.

Bruce froze, stopping in place as he stared at Danny.

Danny took his chance to drive his point home; standing up straight, he raised his hands up in surrender. "He was your son. He looked up to you for protection. For guidance. And sure, maybe you weren't the best dad, and maybe you made mistakes. But you were his dad."

Danny stepped forward, watching as the butler stepped forward to reach out to the man. "and what kind of son would want his dad to kill himself?"

Bruce dropped his stapler, his eyes falling to the ground and catching onto the book he had dropped earlier. It was opened to the front page, written words in messy writing covering it.

"You need to stop, Bruce," Danny said, slowly crouching down and reaching out for the book. Bruce watched him as he stood up, the book still open to the front page in his hands. Jason's writing visible to all of them.

"you couldn't keep your promise to protect him. It sucks and it hurts. but you can keep his promise. The same promise you made all those years ago."

Bruce looked up at him, his blue eyes filling with tears, the butler's hand resting on his shoulder. Danny stepped forward again, holding the book out for Bruce to take.

"You can't protect Gotham if you're dead."

Jason's handwritten note stared up at them, the ink messy and smudged.

'to the best dad in the world and the many adventures we'll go on!'

and Bruce? Bruce crumbled to the floor with a sob, leaving Danny to stand in front of him. Blood running down his face, staining his hoodie and pink Hello Kitty pants, the book still held out with steady hands.

Next

[pizzabox-box]

What a way to greet somebody. We're off to a great start.

Okay, a somewhat plausible lie has been established. Let's see how long will he last.

Oh, Fakey already sniffed the other Faker out.

Welp, Peppi-no already lost it.

The rest of their meeting was rather awkward...

A bunch of crossover doodles I made for fun. They have been stuck in the WIP hell for way too long.

Next>>>

I know there's more nuance to this thing but I'm forcing you to choose one side anyway.

[thequeenofcurses]

Where You Left Me (Part 1)

Part 2 ->

summary: based off this post by @yeagersss | Zombie AU. Sukuna x f!Reader Sukuna has always been a survivor—brutal, unyielding, and untouchable in a world overrun by the undead. He survives by relying on his cunning and brute strength. But when he finds himself tethered to you, someone who makes him question the emptiness of his existence, survival takes on a new meaning. As the walkers close in Sukuna must confront the question: How far would he go to protect the one thing he can’t afford to lose?

wk: 850 tw: uh zombie stuff and people dying/violence ig. smut later maybe? sry i'm not good a tws

Sukuna’s heavy black boots hit the ground with a crunch, as he stomped on a skin bag. It’s brains sticking to his heel. The smell of the flesh rotting filled his nose. He wiped his feet and searched the corpse for anything useful. Nothing. Damn it. 

The air was thick with decay, and flies buzzed around the corpses littering the ground. The faint rustle of leaves in the wind kept him on edge—it could be nothing or something far worse

CLICK! CLACK!

Another zombie appeared behind him. And then another. And another. “Tch,” he shook his head. Where the hell do these things keep coming from? His group cleared this area days ago. “Let’s dance dead fucker,” he said with a cocky smile. 

He pulls out his machete from his side pocket, turns, and immediately lobotomizes the closest zombie. The next two take an off angle, walking at him from both his front and back. Making a quick decision, Sukuna kicks the front walker with powerful force, causing it to fall backward.

He raised his machete just in time as a shadow darted to his left. A decayed hand shot out, fingers clawing at his boot. With a growl, he stomped hard, the sickening crunch of bone echoing through the air.

Now, a one v one, Sukuna takes on the zombie at his back. The rotten skin bag throws its arms forward, desperately trying to get a grip to bite him. Effortlessly dodging, Sukuna ducks, left, right, then uppercuts the zombie with his machete. One left. It was still on the ground, barely managing to crawl forward at him. Its decaying teeth rattled as they chomped and clicked up and down, wanting a bite of his flesh. “Die you ugly thing,” Sukuna commanded as he stepped on its neck. Just to be safe, he sliced at its head, destroying its brain.

"Y/n," he growled under his breath, scanning the area. His chest tightened as he glanced over his shoulder, his grip on the machete tightening. Where the hell are you?

You were supposed to be watching his exit, yet somehow three lamebrains managed to get in behind him.

Sukuna lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when he sees you.

He didn’t understand why his chest felt lighter when he saw you running toward him, dirt and blood covering your hands. Relief wasn’t something he allowed himself to often feel, but here it was, twisting inside him. It infuriated him how easily you could be taken from him, how little control he had in this godforsaken world.

“Sorry,” you panted heavily, running up to his side. Your hands were covered in dirt and dry blood. “I was dealing with some walkers outside and a few managed to get by me. I’m sorry.”

He nods and shrugs off your apology. “I’m fine,” he affirms. He wipes off the blood on the walker's clothes and holsters his machete back at his side. “You alright?” You don’t notice it, but Sukuna’s eyes scan your whole body, checking for injuries.

“Yeah,” you murmur. “I didn’t think there’d be so many stragglers here so soon.”

“Where’s Sora?” he questioned. It was his damn idea for us to come out here again. “I don’t know how much longer we should—”

“Foun' 'em!” Sora chirped, his accent grating on Sukuna’s nerves. “Cheers for havin’ me back!” He stuffed the books into his bag, and Sukuna’s eyes narrowed. Too quick, too suspicious. “With these books, we'll surely boost our farm at the camp, so we might even whip up a bit o' medicine!” 

Sukuna rolled his eyes, but nodded all the same. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he waved him off. “I still want those extra food rations for this.”

“Got it, lad,” Sora confirmed. “Ye two 'ave been a grand help in our group, so ye have.” With that, Sora finished gathering all his items and zipped up his bag. “Let’s head on back?” Taking point, Sora leads the long walk back to camp, with you and Sukuna following a few feet behind together. 

In actuality, Sukuna walked a half-step behind you, scanning the trees for movement. His machete stayed within reach, even though the area seemed quiet. Just in case.

You walk side by side with the tall tattooed man who once intimidated you. Now, you can’t imagine ever leaving his side.  “What were you trying to tell me earlier?” You remember his early statement which got cut off. 

���Tell ya later,” he gruffly responds. You see his eyes staring at Sora’s back.

“Okay,” you acknowledged. We don’t have secrets, he pondered. She’ll get the hint. The rest of the walk back, Sukuna made sure you stayed hydrated. It was only a two-hour-and-a-half journey, but anything can happen or go to shit immediately in this cursed world.

You were the only thing he had left in his life, and he’ll be damned if he lets you get taken from him. As annoying as Sora’s accent was, he preferred hearing him yap over the new quietude. 

The quiet unsettled him. In this world, silence was never a gift; it was a warning.

Part 2 ->

masterlist | jjk masterlist

[honeyxmonkey]

Little TWD Douxie... as a treat. For ma self

He stares at you with severe murderous intent

[alatariel-gildaen]

Finished!

I learned a lot on Krita doing this, but it was still 90% 'I wonder what this function is' rather than any real clue.

Anyway, here's a tender Caryl moment from Chapter Seven of 'Vault of the Savior' and here's to a happy 2025 for all of us <3

[smutinlove]

—JASON TODD AND CARL GRIMES X READER—TRINITY—SMUT

—searching, finding, begging, needing, wishing.

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Jason Todd and Carl Grimes were two different people who had met on the occasion of joining forces to defeat a common enemy, a man named Negan Smith. Carl was twenty when he and Jason combined their communities.

Two years had gone by, and their communities fought Negan. They had managed to get rid of a few outposts and had killed a lot of saviors. But whenever they cut the head off one, two heads took their place.

Jason Todd and Carl Grimes were two different people who had met on the occasion of joining forces to defeat a common enemy, a man named Negan Smith.

But there was one thing—well, rather, a person—that always intrigued them. Negan Smith's daughter, Y/N Smith. They had seen you fighting side-by-side with the other saviors. You had killed some of Carl and Jason's men.

You even fought Carl and Jason once. But that fight had ended with you flirting with them and giving Carl a quick kiss, both confusing him and Jason.

You often thought of that kiss. His lips were soft and enticing, leaving you wanting more. But you also wondered what Jason tasted like. I mean, he had the body of a Greek god. That was rare.

You gazed at the starry night. Today was quite peaceful. The grass clung to your arms as you laid back. Your father also hadn't planned any attacks on Alexandria, and neither did Alexandria on the Saviors. But your lips longed for the two men behind enemy lines.

You closed your eyes, wishing things could be different. Then, maybe they could. You got up and ran back inside. You went into your bedroom and searched for a pen and paper.

You quickly got down to writing:

To my two favorite Alexandrians,

We need to talk. Me and my father want a truce. Too many people have been hurt and have suffered. Both on our side and yours. Meet us in the woods behind Alexandria. There will be a camper van. Knock twice. Be there tomorrow at night. We only want you two.

-Y/N Smith

You folded the piece of paper twice and left your room to find someone who'd be willing to give it to them. Then, you spotted a boy who was two years younger than you. He'd do anything you asked.

You smirked and walked up to him. "Hey, Daniel," you said flirtatiously. He grinned sheepishly. "I was wondering if you could give this note to Carl and Jason? They're at Alexandria. You know them, right?"

He nodded. "Why? Is it important?" he asked. You nodded. "Do this for me, and you'll be rewarded." Daniel's eyes lit up, and he did as you asked. He skipped off, leaving you smirking.

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You heard a small rustling sound near the bushes. You smirked. It was them.

You heard a knock. Then, another. You went over, unlocked the camper van, and let them in. "Hey," you said sweetly. Jason and Carl entered. "Get comfortable," you said. The two sat down on the sofa.

"Where's your dad?" Carl asked. "Oh, he's not here," you said, sitting next to Jason. "Wait—" You smashed Jason's lips against yours, cutting him off. The thing is, he didn't pull away.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Jason's hands trailed down your waist, stopping at your hips. You felt a pair of lips trail down your neck. It was Carl. One of his hands was on your waist, his finger digging into it.

You pulled away from Jason and started to kiss Carl; his lips fit perfectly against yours. Your hands were tangled in his hair. Jason got down on his knees and pulled down your shorts, revealing your lacy black panties.

"Dirty, girl," he chuckled before pulling them down as well. Once Carl pulled away from the kiss, he started to work on your upper body. He took off your shirt, revealing your bra that matched your underwear.

He skillfully unclasped it.

Carl's mouth attacked your boob, his tongue swirling around the nipple. His free hand kneaded your other boob. Jason spread your legs and started to plant kisses from your knee to your thigh.

"Oh god," you moaned.

Carl's mouth attacked your breast, his tongue swirling around the nipple. His free hand kneaded your other breast. Jason spread your legs and started to plant kisses from your knee to your thigh.

"Oh god," you moaned. Jason's mouth latched onto your clit, his tongue drawing circles on it. Your hands pulled on Carl's hair.

Carl sucked hard on your breast. Jason inserted a finger into your core, and a pornographic moan came out of you.

Jason pumped his finger faster, while Carl left love bites on your neck and boobs.

You felt a knot form in the pit of your stomach. Carl pulled away from your chest and started to attack your mouth, his tongue sliding against your bottom lip. You allowed him to explore your mouth.

You let out a muffled moan into the kiss as Jason curled his finger, hitting your g-spot. You were so close. Jason continued to pump his finger. "Let it out, doll," and you swore you experienced heaven.

You broke away from the kiss and cried out. Jason's mouth and finger never left your core. After a minute, Jason stood up and crashed his lips against yours, letting you taste yourself. You felt his erection rub against your knee. You also felt Carl's erection against your back.

"I'm not done with you two yet," you murmured.

You pulled away and unbuttoned Carl's shirt and pulled it down his arms, throwing it to the ground. Jason took his shirt off, revealing his perfectly sculpted body.

You stood up, and unbuckled Carl's belt, and let his pants slide down. You took his boxers off, and his cock sprung out.

Jason did the same to himself. You took your time to admire them; their bodies were perfect, no scars or anything.

"See something you like?" Carl asked. You smirked. You pushed them down on the sofa. You climbed into Jason's lap and started to grind on him. "Fuck, angel. You're perfect," he groaned.

His fingers dug into your ass, helping you move faster. You felt him getting harder. You stopped and turned around. Carl was in front of you. "I want you both," you breathed.

Jason grabbed his cock and rubbed it on your core.

"You sure about this, princess?" he asked. You nodded.

"Please," you moaned. Jason's eyes darkened. He lifted you up slightly and let his cock slide into your cunt. You moaned at the sensation of being full.

"Holy fuck," he cursed. Carl's fingers wrapped around his own cock, pumping slowly.

Jason's hands were on your waist. You moved up and down his shaft, feeling his veins rub against your walls.

Carl's free hand played with your boobs. Jason leaned his head on the sofa, groaning. You moaned, feeling him hit your g-spot. Jason's hands gripped your waist, his hips meeting yours. "God, angel, you feel so good. I'm going to fill 'ya up."

You leaned back on his chest, your back arching. You moaned loudly. Jason's hands went back to your hips, controlling your speed.

"Come on, baby. Come for me," Jason whispered in your ear. Your body jerked as you reached your climax. "Jason!" you screamed. You panted. Jason lifted you off him.

Jason and Carl grinned. They lifted you up. Carl grabbed his cock and aligned himself at your entrance.

You felt his tip penetrate your hole. He groaned and thrusted in, inch by inch. "Oh my god," you cried. "Holy shit," Carl groaned. "So fucking tight," Jason was behind you. He kissed the nape of your neck.

"It's okay, angel. You're doing so well."

Once you adjusted, he pulled out and slammed back in, causing you to cry out. "Fucking hell, princess," Jason growled.

"Oh, shit!"

Carl's thrusts became faster and deeper. Your hands held onto his shoulders. Jason's fingers trailed down to your clit and started to rub circles.

"Fuck, babe, I'm close," Carl moaned.

Carl and Jason's thrusts became erratic. You clenched around their cocks. "Shit! I—" you screamed.

A second later, Carl released into you. Jason thrusted one more time and came, moaning your name. Your head fell back on Jason's shoulder. You were exhausted. But this was thrilling. The idea of two men fucking you dumb got you going. "Don't worry, love. We'll take care of you," Jason whispered, wrapping his arms around your back.

───── ❝ authors note ❞ ─────

THIS IS INSANE!!!! AHSIMAJRNINS

I DID NOT EVER EXPECT TO WRITE THIS. LIKE A FANDOM CROSSOVER???? WOAH... LIKE. ANYWAY I HOPE YALL ENJOYED. this was insane. i cant believe im legit mixing fandoms. who am i? hermione granger? this is so shocking and fun and like confusing but OMG.

this is fun af

anyway i seriously hope yall enjoyed. this was wild to write. omg. (consider this as my VERY LATE 200+ followers special!)

i love you<3

[oh-no-its-bird]

Found out theres a monica/naruto crossover animation. Obviously, I immediately had to watch it and

chat Im going to fucking throw up

I feel like Im having a fucking stroke

WHY DID THE QUALITY SUDDENLY GET SO MUCH BETTER IM IN TEARS SOME OF THIS SUDDENLY ACTUALLY LOOKS GOOD I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THAT

THE SWITCH BACK TO SHITTY CHILD ANIMATION MADE ME CHOKE IM DYING OUT HERE

The commitment to jovem vs original kid comic art styles is a 10/10

Final thoughts: This was beautiful. Cascuki u have my heart. Monica makes for an alarmingly good Sakura. I snorted when o Louco came on as Kakashi then thought ab it and decided no, he was objectively the best choice. Bidu as Kurama was inspired. Should have made Magali Sai tho, instead of Hinata

[theshineegirl]

rewatching dexter is so funny to me after seeing so many actors in other shows over the years like oh rita's ex husband is lucifer but also that guy who held eddie diaz hostage that one time and huh debs dating young john dorie senior and oh there's bobby singer being a deadbeat dad and omg baby finn wittrock?? wait isn't that the guy from bates motel hunting down hannah??

[kookiekult]

Uhm guys

Many ideas are flowing through my little brain right now...

[nightlysweets]

hi

*gets tomatoes thrown at me*

[neocrash1101]

At least the development of trying to eat Peppino was somewhat similar...so I drew it.

@pizzabox-box

I guess whether or not he crosses that line is what changes the rest of the story.

[pizzabox-box]

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Another crossover post! I really like the dynamic of these two :D

Fakey instantly forgiving Peppi-no and wanting to help him because he's been in similiar situation, the only difference being that he got his doughy bum kicked by Peppino.

And Peppi-no 100% understanding Fakey and his struggles. He sees him as equal, a person like any other. They are essentialy the same except for one life changing event.

Also best buddies at the first sight :)

[spider-jaysart]

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I believe they would make really good friends if they ever met (they're holding chalk btw and drawing on the floor together)

[thequeenofcurses]

Where You Left Me (part 2) wk: 1900

“We made it, lads!” Sora doesn’t look back at you or Sukuna when he reaches the gate first. “We're dead close to the camp, 'bout ten minutes away,” He lifts the bottom of the broken fence, slides his backpack through, and crawls in right after.

Sukuna scoffs. Of course, he’d rush in without even checking if we were alright. Asshole.

“You first,” Sukuna says, tilting his head toward the fence.

You crouch, lifting the fence and sliding your bag through. But as you glance back at him, you notice his sharp gaze darting across the shadows, his body taut like a coiled spring.

“I’m going to double back,” he mutters, eyes narrowing as he scans the path you came from. “Make sure we weren’t followed.”

Your head snaps toward him, panic clawing at your chest. “Alone? Are you insane? What if—”

“Relax,” he cuts you off with a dismissive wave, though his tone carries a surprising edge of calm. “I’ll be fine. I’m not some idiot who’ll trip and get myself eaten.”

You shake your head, your voice trembling despite your best efforts. “I should go with you. We’re supposed to watch each other’s backs, remember?”

Sukuna’s lips curve into a faint smirk, though there’s no humor in it. “And leave him alone?” He jerks his chin toward the gate where Sora had disappeared. “Bet he’d last all of five seconds before screaming his head off.”

You hesitate, torn between his logic and the unease twisting in your gut. The fence groans faintly under your grip, the sound too loud in the unsettling quiet. “Sukuna, please. Just—”

“Stop worrying so much,” he says, his voice softer now, though his eyes remain hard. “I’ll be back before you know it. “Stay put. Watch the fence. And don’t let that idiot do anything stupid.”

He doesn’t wait for your reply, turning on his heel and vanishing into the darkness before you can argue further. The cold air bites at your skin as you stare after him, unease settling like a heavy stone in your chest.

Your heart ached watching him leave. Memories filled your mind from when you first got paired with Sukuna.

The day you arrived you were covered in filth and blood that wasn’t your own. Your last partner sacrificed themself to get you here. As did every other person you’ve ever traveled with. It truly felt like the universe cursed you. No matter what group you joined up with, they always ended up dead, and you always ended up alone. 

You had hope that changed the moment you joined this current group. But alas, the universe had other plans in store for you.

“We have a buddy system in place here,” the leader, Hunter, explained to you. “So you’ll never have to be alone.” He gave you a smile that didn’t meet his eyes. The thought should’ve been a welcoming one, but your body tensed uncomfortably. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea…” you started. You probably should keep this to yourself, but the words spilled from your mouth. “People close to me always get bit or hurt somehow. I don’t want to get anyone here killed.”

Hunter took a step back at your confession. He patted your head and tried to sound hopeful. “Don’t worry, we’ve been surviving here for a long time. I’m sure we can find you a good buddy.”

It was four days later when a new survivor appeared at the entrance to the camp. He was a tall man wearing cargo pants, combat boots, a brown shirt, and a tattered red scarf. His hair looked drenched in sweat, or maybe that was dried blood. From what you could see his face had black tattoos that covered his temple down to his chin. They were sort of beautiful, amidst all his dirt and grime.

Hunter met the man and accepted him into the community once he realized the man could fight, help with scouting missions, or anything else necessary. Almost immediately, this man was assigned to you as your buddy. You wondered if it was because no one else wanted to risk being your partner or because this man could probably handle anything that came your way. It’s probably both.

You find out from Hunter that the new mysterious man is named Sukuna. He wasn’t much for talking, but that was fine. As long as he kept you both safe and alive, that was all you cared about. 

One thing Hunter forgot to mention was that buddy’s room together. Your small makeshift house in the camp – which was actually just a tent in the back of an abandoned grocery market. The tent was surprisingly spacious and could easily fit four to five people comfortably. Thankfully, there were enough tents to go around where everyone only had to share with one other person, aside from families with children. 

That night, you stay in your corner of the tent, while Sukuna lays on the opposite end, staring at the ceiling. Is this guy ever going to sleep? You don’t let your curious thoughts bother you and let sleep consume you.

The next morning, your body wakes you up at your usual time to get your typical duties done. You stretch silently, so as to not wake up your new roommate, then roll over. When you stand, your eyes notice that tattered red scarf in his hands. He must’ve fallen asleep holding it. You gently grab the laundry basket and gently pull on the scarf. Big mistake.

“What the fuck are you doing,” he spat. You stumbled backward in fear, not knowing he was awake.

Sukuna’s glare was sharp enough to cut through steel, his fingers tightening around the red fabric as if you’d tried to steal a piece of his soul.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to hold his gaze despite the chill creeping up your spine. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you,” you said carefully, keeping your voice steady. “It’s just… it looked important, and I thought you’d want it cleaned.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Just stared at you with those piercing crimson eyes, his grip still firm on the scarf. The silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating.

Then, just as suddenly as his outburst came, Sukuna let out a slow, controlled breath and loosened his hold. “Tch.” He turned away, stuffing the scarf into his pack like it was something sacred. “Don’t touch my shit unless I tell you to.”

You nodded quickly, not wanting to push him further. “Got it.”

The tension still hung in the air, but you sensed something beneath his anger—something raw, unspoken. A wound, perhaps, tied to that ragged scarf. But asking about it now would only make things worse.

Instead, you picked up the laundry basket again, gripping it a little tighter than before. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

Sukuna didn’t acknowledge you, just laid back down, one arm behind his head, eyes once again fixed on the tent’s ceiling.

As you stepped out, the morning sun barely peeking over the horizon, you exhaled a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. The man you’d been paired with was a mystery—one wrapped in sharp edges and hidden scars.

But if you were going to survive together, you’d have to find a way to navigate them.

You returned later that morning, your arms aching from carrying the laundry back to camp. As you approached the tent, you hesitated at the entrance, unsure if Sukuna was still upset.

Pushing aside the flap, you found him sitting cross-legged, his red scarf now wrapped loosely around his neck. He didn’t look up, but his sharp voice cut through the air. “You always this nosy, or was I just lucky enough to get the curious one?”

You bit your lip, resisting the urge to snap back. “I told you I didn’t mean anything by it.”

This time, his gaze lifted to meet yours, and the faintest smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You’ve got guts. Most people wouldn’t stick around after pissing me off.”

“I don’t exactly have a choice, do I?” you shot back, surprising even yourself with your tone.

Sukuna tilted his head, clearly amused. “Fair enough.” He stood abruptly, the scarf shifting slightly as he stretched. “Come on.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“You and I are on patrol duty today,” he said, already heading toward the tent’s entrance. “Unless you’d rather stay here and babysit the camp.”

You groaned inwardly. Patrol duty was one of the most dangerous tasks—wandering the outskirts of camp, checking for any threats, zombie hordes, or looters. And now you were stuck doing it with him.

The trees around the camp loomed tall and dark, their skeletal branches casting jagged shadows on the dirt path. You kept your knife close, your eyes darting nervously between the underbrush.

Sukuna walked ahead of you, his long strides confident and unbothered. He held a machete in one hand, swinging it lazily at the tall grass as if the threat of the undead didn’t faze him.

“Do you always have to walk like you own the place?” you muttered, your nerves getting the better of you.

Sukuna glanced back over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “Would you rather I skulk around like you? Might as well put up a sign that says ‘free meal.’”

You scowled. “I’m being cautious. You should try it sometime.”

He snorted. “Cautious doesn’t keep you alive out here. Being two steps ahead does.”

“Is that why you’re so... charming?” you shot back, gripping your knife tighter.

Sukuna stopped abruptly, turning to face you with a grin that sent a shiver down your spine. “Charming enough to still be here. Can’t say the same for the people you’ve lost.”

The words hit like a slap, and your breath caught. “You don’t know anything about that.”

“No,” he said, stepping closer, his expression darkening. “But I know the look of someone who’s been running from ghosts. How long are you gonna blame yourself before you realize this world doesn’t give a shit about your guilt?”

You stood frozen, his words cutting deep. But before you could respond, the sound of rustling bushes snapped both your attention to the side.

Sukuna raised his machete, his entire body tensing in a way that was almost predatory. “Stay behind me,” he ordered, his voice low and firm.

Your pulse quickened as the rustling grew louder. A shadow moved in the underbrush, and then—

A lone zombie staggered out, its hollow eyes locked onto you. Before you could react, Sukuna’s machete swung clean through its neck, the decayed head hitting the ground with a sickening thud.

“See?” he said, wiping the blade on the grass. “Cautious doesn’t get shit done.”

You glared at him, but deep down, you couldn’t deny the relief that washed over you.

“Let’s keep moving,” he said, his tone softer this time. “And try not to fall behind.”

You followed him silently, your grip on your knife tightening. Maybe Sukuna was right—this world didn’t care about your guilt. But that didn’t mean you were ready to let it go.

<- Part 1

A/N If anyone is confused lmk and I'll try to better explain, but the second half of this and onward (including the next parts) is a flashback. Sorry if that wasn't too clear T...T Also, I got so sad when Kuna's first words to y/n were so harsh. Like damn bro, chill 😭

tags: @infiresmanh6, @yeagersss, @moonchhu,

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