#daryl crowe

[wizardnaturalist]

"You shouldn't smoke these. They'll kill you"

[dannypinot]

JUSTIFIED | 5x10 Weight

[whvmp]

Eric Draven in The Crow | Part 2 • Part 1

[hyugos9blue6small9hairs]

Since I can't find many fics for this Fandom, I'll make me own

Will take requests

Will not write anything too graphic

Will not write noncon

Will most likely write x reader

[spiderwebx]

Hemlock grove, 2013 - 2015

Interview With The Vampire, 1994

The Crow, 1994

Donnie Darko, 2001

Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith, 2005

Hannibal, 2013 - 2015

The Walking Dead, 2010 - 2022

A Nightmare on Elm Street, 1984

[hibiscusangel15]

Okay, last few! These were so fun to put together for this week!

[tricktrashing]

Another few personal favorites but now of the sketchy kind

[flowers-that-sing]

my current CD collection—the unlabeled ones are noted in purple

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

One Good Thing

Kinktober 2024 - Day 26

Pairing: Older!Daryl Dixon (Alexandria Era) x 20s!Sunshine!Fem!Reader

Kink: Age Difference

Word Count: 1100+

Summary: In Daryl's opinion, you are the one good thing in Alexandria.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, creampie, rough sex, missionary position, light spanking, age difference kink, slight d/s dynamics), soft!Daryl, a little more plot than porn, fluff, mentions of Walkers, pre-saviors arc

a/n: So I know it's late but I do want to finish it! I will do my best to post the rest! Hope you all enjoy it!

Banners by @vase-of-lilies

Daryl was convinced that the only good thing about Alexandria was you. You were perky, smiley, and so cute, you invaded his thoughts since the moment his eyes landed on you. You were guarding the gate with a crossbow just like his but yours was wrapped in black glitter duct tape. Your arrows were handmade and wrapped in pink glitter duct tape. You and him were polar opposites but the same in some ways. 

When he had arrived, he spent most of his time on the front porch of the house Deanna had given to the group. You gave him a friendly smile and introduced yourself, you were met with grunts but it didn’t affect you. You just kept smiling and offered him a basket of dried fruits, jerkies, bottles of water, and trail mixes. “Cause I know you’re a hunter, and you need sustenance.” You had said, handing him the wicker basket before walking off. 

Since then, he couldn’t get you off his mind. Wherever he went, he saw you. You liked to spend your days up in the crows nest with your crossbow, watching over the barrier, protecting your home. He was walking down the street and saw you in the nest and he decided to join. He already had his bow and he climbed up the latter and sat next to you. 

You didn’t look over at him, just offered him the binoculars. “It’s quiet tonight.” You hummed as you sipped your water. 

He looked through them and observed the dark street, “Mhm.” He grunted and set the binoculars down between you two. 

You pulled a crushed pack of cigarettes from your flannel pocket and you opened it. You pulled one out with your teeth and offered one to Daryl, “Hm?”

He nodded and grabbed the one from your lips and you looked at him with a surprised look. He put in between his lips and grabbed his lighter, “Ya don’ need to be smokin’ these things.” He huffed as he lit the cigarette puffing on it.

You immediately grabbed the cigarette back, “Hey, I found these on a run, you hypocrite.” You huffed and took a drag of the cigarette. 

He chuckled and plucked it back, “These things will kill ya.” He grunted and took his own drag. 

“Rather these things than a roamer.” You chuckled and stole the cigarette back from him. 

He snorted and you two passed the cigarette back and forth till the filter was left. You put out the cigarette and you sighed and looked at your watch. “It’s almost shift change.” 

He nodded and grabbed one of the extra water bottles and opened it, “Let me walk you back to your place.” He offered and you gave him a small smile, grateful for the dark that covered the blush on your face.

“That’d be nice.” You smiled and a few minutes later, Aaron came over and relieved you of your watch. Daryl helped you down from the tower and he placed a hand on your lower back. He walked you down the dark street and you liked the comfortable silence as he walked you to your place. You lived in the basement of one of the apartments and you walked down the stairs and Daryl followed. 

You unlocked the door and pushed it open before turning to him. “Do you want to come in?” You offered as you rested your hip against the door frame.

That’s how you found yourself under Daryl as he slipped his cock into your soaked cunt. He had you stripped bare and you had yanked his clothes off as well, wanting to see him fully. His large callused hands gripped your hips as he bottomed out in you. You cried softly as you dug your nails into his shoulders making him groan at the pain mixed with the pleasure of your walls convulsing around him. His strong hands pinned your hips to the mattress and he started pounding in and out of your cunt, and he slid his hands up to your breasts and squeezed and palmed at your mounds. You yanked him down to kiss your lips passionately, your hands cupped his face gently as your lips devoured his. 

You pulled away, resting your forehead against his. “Mm, wanted this since you got here. Tall, dark, and brooding. A girl’s dream.” You panted out as your thighs squeezed his sides. 

He let out a gruff chuckle, “You like older men, huh?” He smirked down at you as he pulled gently on your peaked nipples. You moaned and nodded as you arched into his warm touch, your hands moving to his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. “Bad girl.” He grunted and yanked you closer to him, 

He pounded in and out of you fast and hard as his strong hands moved down to your ass, squeezing and giving you a light spank. You moaned at the spank, loving the pain and pleasure he was giving you. A smirk broke out across his face and he gave you another spank. Your nails dug into his shoulder, leaving marks on his tan skin. You bit your lip, “F-fuck, Dar. M’so close.” You moaned and pulled him down and kissed him deeply as you felt your orgasm grow closer. 

“C’mon, darlin’. Let me feel ya.” He grunted as he grasped your thighs and pulled them up around his hips. His fingers dug into the plush of your thighs as his thrusts grew faster and sloppier. You cried out his name as you came around his cock, your walls pulsing around his hard cock. Your thighs quivered around his waist as he helped you through your orgasm. 

He grunted loudly as he reached his own peak and thrusted deep into your cunt and painted your walls with his hot cum. You moaned as you felt him fill your cunt with his cum, and he huffed and slumped against you, nuzzling his face against your breasts. Your thighs fell from their place around his waist and you nuzzled your nose into his hair. He lifted his head and looked you in the eyes, his blue eyes full of love. “That, um, was unexpected.” You hummed as you ran your fingers through his hair, his brows furrowed with concern. You smiled and let out a soft chuckle, “But it was amazing, a very welcomed encounter.” 

He let out a small chuckle and kissed your lips passionately, “M’glad.” He whispered and he went to pull away but you stopped him with a hand in his hair. 

“Don’t go. Want you to stay with me.” You whispered softly and kissed his lips softly. He gave you a soft grin and gently rolled you two over with you laying on his chest and his cock slipped out of you, making you let out a soft moan. You looked up at him with love in your eyes and wanted nothing more than to stay with him forever.

[resident-idiot-simp]

You know what? FUCK YOU!

*Daryl Dixon's your Logan*

Have him bring dead animals like prizes back home. Have him gut shit on the porch with his claws.

Have all the students get really sad about him killing animals because 'they're innocent'. Have Logan get annoyed at that because he knows and that's why he respects them. He uses every part of the animals and wastes none of it.

He hunts animals sometimes to placate his instincts. He gives parts of them to people because that is the only way he knows how to show affection.

Rogue? Gets a rabbit skull which she treasures more then anything. Also anytime a student shows interest he's suddenly there showing them everything he knows.

This is his way of bonding and it takes a while people to realize. The younger student still get upset about it but the older ones understand.

Also Wade has a collection of bones around the apartment he cherishes like they're his own children. Laura also has a crow skull necklace and it's her most cherished possession.

(loosely inspired by this and a conversation in the comments)

[holdmytesseract]

🩷Salut mon amie🩷

I just can't let this perfect opportunity slip... What about a Daryl x f!reader post-outbreak song fic with “So High School“ by Taylor leading your wonderful mind??? 😊

Clandestine Meetings

Daryl Dixon x fem!Greene!Reader

Summary: You sneak out to meet Daryl in the watch tower - the first moment of privacy you share since months.

Warnings: 18+!!! Minors do not interact! veeery suggestive smut/'smut' (not very graphic, but it's there), fluff, we ignore the age, humour?

Set in Season 3!

Word Count: 1,4k

a/n: Thank you for requesting, my friend! I don't know if it fits 'So High School', but that's what my mind came up with. Hope you like it! 🤍

Daryl Masterlist °☆• Masterlist °☆• Echoes of Hope Masterlist

The sun was about to set when you made your way out of the C-Block. Snuck was probably the more fitting word, though. You snuck your way out of the C-Block. To your luck was everybody else occupied with other things, so you had more or less free rein to get unnoticed to your destination... The watch tower. Once you reached the yard, you adjusted the rifle strapped around your shoulder; a victorious smile spreading on your lips.

You crowed too soon.

"Y/N?" A very familiar voice suddenly cut through the air and caused you to stop dead in your motion. "What are you doing out here? Where are you goin'? It's almost dark..." Maggie... Your sister.

"Damn..." You cursed under your breath; now seeing her approaching you, wearing some of the police gear. A bloody knife was in her hands.

You lifted your head to meet her eyes. "I could ask you the same, y'know," you retorted playfully; hoping that you'd somehow get out of this situation. Maggie frowned for a moment; stepping closer. "Been out with Glenn; fixing the fence and gettin' rid of some walkers." "Ah..." You nodded, "Ya sure do look like it." and giggled; still hoping to get away.

"Where are you goin'? We shouldn't walk 'round here alone. Especially at night. Even though the yard is cleared." "I'm not plannin' to walk around," you immediately said; lifting your hands in surrender. "Don't worry, sis." Your sister crossed her arms over her armoured chest; a stern expression on her face - and you knew immediately that she wasn't up for jokes anymore. She was being serious now. "Spit it out, Y/N - and it better be the truth." You sighed defeated; knowing that you had lost. Well, perhaps you were just really bad at lying and keeping a pokerface. "I wanted to go to the watch tower," you finally admitted; nodding towards the tall building at the foot of the prison. "The watch tower?" Maggie raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Since when are you on watch this late?" "I'm not." You shook your head. "But, uh, Daryl is."

Maggie looked at you surprised. "Daryl?" You nodded; biting your lip. "Uh.Huh. Thought I keep him company for a bit." "Keep him company?" "Mhm."

Your sister gave you a suspicious look, before crossing her arms over her chest. "Is there somethin' I should know about?" "No," you said, but the pink on your cheeks was betraying you. "Y/N..." Maggie pushed; your awkward behaviour rising only more suspicions. "Okay, fine!" You sighed once more. Yeah. you had lost. For real now. Maggie wouldn't let you go without telling her the whole truth. She took her sister role very seriously.

"I, uh, I really like Daryl. Have been since the farm and well, uh, we're kinda together?"

A big smile stretched over Maggie's face. "Honestly? I suspected that you two were a thing." You blinked; shocked and surprised. "W-Wha'? How?" Her smile widened as stepped closer; wrapping an arm around you. "The looks you give each other? Him always making sure you're safe? Especially when we were on the road? I noticed, sis. You two were being not quite subtle..." Your cheeks reddened even more at her words. "Hey, sweetie. No need to be embarrassed 'bout it. I'm happy for you, truly. Daryl is a good man - but if he hurts you, I'll still cut off his balls." You couldn't help but giggle; your nervosity finally melting away. "He won't, Maggie. He's a keeper." "I know. I'm just sayin'..." Your sister said and started to walk away. Halfway, though, she turned back to face you; a smug grin on her lips. "Hey, sis?" "Yeah?" "If you need some, Glenn and I can spare a few condoms," she hollered over; winking and causing you to blush once again. "Maggie!" "What?" She laughed. "Wrap it 'fore you tap it." You rolled your eyes and reached inside your pocket; fishing for something. Once you found the little foil package, you lifted it up for Maggie to see. "I know! I'm prepared!"

Your sister's smirk even widened, "See you in the morning then." and winked at you once more. Before she could walk away, you stopped her. "Maggie?" Again she faced you. "Don't tell daddy yet, okay?" Your sister nodded, "I won't. This is up to you." and truly walked away this time.

Your gaze lingered on her for a moment, before you made your way to the watch tower; silently closing the door behind you and walking up the steps to reach the top door. Cautiously, you stepped inside; finding Daryl gazing out of the window.

"Yer late," his deep, gruff voice urged to your ears as he turned with the tiniest smirk twitching on the corner of his lips. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that. I, uh, ran into my sister on the way." He shook his head, "'No need ta apologise, darlin'. Hell, 'm happy ya even came." and put his crossbow carefully down; leaning it against the wall beside you rifle.

You raised a playful eyebrow at him. "Why on earth shouldn't I? This is the first time we have some real privacy since the farm." Daryl shrugged his shoulders; chewing on his bottom lip. "Dunno. Coulda lost interest in me or somethin'." "Lose interest in you?" You asked almost in disbelief, "Daryl..." and stepped closer to the archer. You casually leaned against his broad body; hands playing with the buttons of his ruby coloured shirt. "I will never lose interest in you. I love you way too much for that - and the things you make me feel."

A small, smug smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. "The things I make ya feel, huh? Tha' good?" You scoffed and playfully slapped his chest. "You know damn well it is."

The archer held your intense gaze for another moment, before he cupped your cheeks and without further ado connected your lips with his; dragging you into a fierce, passionate kiss. A kiss which was enough to light up the fire between you.

With his lips still hungrily moving against yours, Daryl's big hands went to grab your waist and swiftly turn you around in order to urge you forward. When the back of your thighs collided with the edge of a little desk, you knew what Daryl had in mind. Before you were even able to finish your thought, one of Daryl's strong arms engulfed your waist and effortlessly lifted you onto the desk. A soft squeak escaped your lips at his sudden movement, but it quickly faded into a moan as the archer started to latch on your neck; his arm still firmly wrapped around you.

"D..." You gasped and tried to somehow signal him that you were in desperate need of more; arms clinging to his broad upper body. But the man was so lost in you and your sweet scent, that he didn't notice. So, you had to take the steering wheel.

Wrapping your legs around his thighs, you urged him closer; hips colliding with yours. A deep, guttural grunt left Daryl's lips. He pulled back to look at you; pupils blown wide - swallowed by love and desire. Now he got the hint.

Wetting his lips, he made quick work to open your tech-wear pants. "Get rid of 'em, will ya?" He grunted with a nod; now undoing his own rugged jeans. You giggled at his sudden impatience; shedding your pants and underwear, before hopping back onto the desk.

Daryl stepped between your open legs; calloused fingers dancing over your bare thighs, causing goosebumps to spread across your skin.

In a swift motion, he hooked his palms underneath the back of your knees and pulled you forwards; lips crashing against yours once again. Before your hazy brain was able to catch up, were Daryl's hips moving against yours. All you could do was moan into his kiss and hold onto the archer for dear life.

"D-Daryl..." You breathed; fingers clawing into his angel-winged vest. You could feel him shaking his head against your shoulder. "I-I know, s-sunshine," he grunted; biceps bulging at how tightly he grasped the edge of the wooden desk. You moaned; burying one hand in his hair, which had grown quite a lot in the past months.

Moments later, you fell into the sweet abyss of pleasure together.

The archer was panting hard against your neck; palms now resting on your thighs. "I love ya, too." You giggled and turned your head to press a lingering kiss against his scruff cheek.

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[pinkglitterygelpen]

crows

summary, crows are known to gift small trinkets they find on their travels to those who have been kind to them, much like daryl always keeping an eye out for things he thinks you’ll like. (1.6k)

dear reader, happy birthday normi !!! this is based off that moment in season 4 where daryl picks up that jasper stone and stares at it for the rest of the episode, like the thoughtful and sensitive cutie he is. this is quite long and wordy and sadly self indulgent lol.

before the world ended, the concept of owning things was different. some people wanted to own the earth, other people didn’t want anyone to own anything at all. we owned things by paying for them with money, to be insured that it rightfully belonged to us. that, with most other civil systems, died a sudden and complete death.

that’s changed, whether it’s easier or even more difficult now is up for debate. most things we would classify as our own are things we need, things we’ve taken from the relics of a family home or abandoned store. it was painful for a while, scavenging felt dirty and disrespectful, like we’re tearing apart any remnants of the people who died so that we don’t have to. but, now, it’s been over a year and it’s more rationalised, it’s something we need to do to survive.

some people thought the forgotten world had become a grave yard, but you saw it like a museum. even though most people had disappeared, their belongings immortalised them, a simple symbol of the life they once lived. knowing you might be the last person on this earth to take notice of the wedding photos and framed certificates made you feel a sort of comfort, acknowledging their existence maybe meant they could acknowledge yours and understand you’re only picking them apart to live on for the people that weren’t that lucky.

you’d accumulated a small collection of memories that didn’t belong to you, lockets and city magnets you knew where once treasured by someone else, too precious to be left abandoned. they rested in a beige shoe box in your cell. no one really knew about it, except for daryl.

not only was he the one you went on runs with, so he’d seen you picking up the small memorabilia; he also found himself in your cell quite frequently, nosing around. he’d never admit but he was always seeking out your comfort, when he couldn’t be with you he’d surround himself with you. reading your books, cleaning your guns, laying on your bed.

a while ago you came back from a quick job with carol to find him hunched over your makeshift dresser, carefully lifting thing out the box to look at them in the light. you didn’t try and explain it to him because you knew you didn’t have to, he might not have completely understood why you kept what he thought was junk but he didn’t mind to. you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your cheek between his shoulders; he thinks it’s beautiful, how much love you have for everything.

“makes me sad.” he speaks low, only for you. holding what looks like it could’ve been an engagement ring you found in a nightstand next to a bed containing the corpse of a woman.

“doesn’t have to.” lifting your head to place your chin on his shoulder, getting a better look what he’s holding. he turns his head, lips almost touching your cheek, waiting for you to continue.

“you don’t have to see it as love that’s been lost, it’s proof of love after loss.” there’s a beat of silence before he places the ring back in the box and turns in your arms, holding your head to his chest.

“that’s nice.” you don’t see his face and he doesn’t say anything else, you don’t know what he’s feeling but you never have to with daryl. he’s not good with words but he lets you know in other ways, the things you need to know.

the next day he went on a run with some of the men to clear out a small cottage they’d came across deep in the trees. shuffling through cabinets and draws to find any supplies worth lugging back to prison, daryl found a small porcelain bunny, something a grandma would keep. only around four inches tall with minimal detail and a blue floral pattern on its back. after making sure no wandering eyes had found him, he secured it safely in the front pocket of his trousers to give to you when he got back. as always, he found you tentatively lingering near the gates for his arrival and he felt a spark go right through his heart. when he held your hand in his and placed the token of affection in your palm, there was no telling who was happier. you understood that him thinking about you even when he was supposed be working and remembering your little quirks was his way of showing love. he understood that he’d steal a thousand small bunnies to make you happy.

from that point on, he was never not looking for things to bring to you. he was particular about if the nick knacks where good enough sometimes, other times he’d bring you actual stones he thought where coolly shaped or extra smooth. every once in a while, when he was feeling particularly emotional or you’d been extra close, he’d be super sentimental. coming up with stories for them or attaching a specific symbolism. like today, he found a jasper stone.

as soon as the pretty green chip of rock caught his eye he reached to the ground to pick it up. whipping the dirt off with the pads of his fingers, being conscious of his strength he so often disregarded as to not damage it. he heard michonne huff out a sarcastic comment and gave a half-assed response but really he wasn't focused on any conversation. too busy thinking about what it meant, he never had time for the spiritual and cooky phases others went through but he knew people used believe these kind of rocks had meaning. he had no idea where to start with it but he was sure you probably did. it was a long day of work, he would so much rather be in his home with you, he must have pulled the rock out of his pocket thirty times to think about what you'd have to say about it when he showed you.

"hey." he greeted you simply after watching you from behind for a few seconds, folding clothes at the laundry station.

"hey. how was it?" you reply with a smile, trying not to reveal the anxiety that you felt for him every time he was away from you and outside the walls, failing by giving into your initial instinct to grabs his cheeks and inspect him for any injuries. he soothes your hearts aches with one kiss your palm and small smile.

"'m fine." he waits a pause to take you in before reaching into his pocket to pull out the rock. "look what i found." he watches your face light up immediately when you see it, what he's anticipated all day. "i think its jasper. definitely real though, found it in the dirt, near some water. there's probably more, i could always look." most of what he says sounds like a question, getting shy only because he wants you like his small gift. you look up from inspecting the stone to catch his eyes, leaning in for a short but rich kiss. "if you'd like."

"thank you." he nods awkwardly, head down to conceal his growing smile. "well, its definitely jasper." you hold the stone to his temple, he just stares into your eyes as you compare your thoughts. "matches your eyes."

shying away even more now, reaching up to rub his palm over his face, unable to accept the simple yet bold flattery. "don't do that." he grumbles out the statement in an effort to avoid the all too familiar distaste any praise causes him, years of abuse and neglect conditioning him to believe he doesn't deserve it. you see it written all over his face and it causes a crack through our heart, using the back of the hands holding the stone to brush his cheek, you wont stop loving him until he believes it.

"this's very thoughtful of you, ill find a good place for it." you wrap your arms around his neck, elbows on his shoulders, chest to his, undoubtedly a nosy pair of eyes watching from somewhere close by. you kiss his cheek like you've done a thousand times before, lips placing a protective layer over his precious skin and delicate soul. he wants to give into you so bad, lay his head over your heart and let you bury him in your arms forever, but he's just not there yet. he hopes that somehow you understand what he's telling you through all his efforts to find nice things for you. he doesn't know it, but you do.

he leans back from your embrace, just far enough to look into your eyes but still bask in your warmth. "do you know what it means?", almost embarrassed of his statement he speaks quietly.

"i remember my grandmother hanging a jasper stone she'd bought in the shape of a heart over my bedroom door when i was a teenager, 'said it would give me strength through changes and new beginnings, she had loads." its silent for a few seconds, the sounds of the prison fill in the blanks. carl kicking up a fuss about something, rick telling him off, carol bashing pots and pans around as she cleans, glen stomping on the gravel. its a welcome moment of peace, everyone can only hope lasts till tommorow.

"i like that." the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. his hands coming to rest on your back, rubbing up and down as he takes in his environment. "maybe we hang this over the door to the cell?" he looks at you expectantly, you smile back at him and nod your head. leading each other to the block holding hands, the little rock safely between them.

the world is surely lacking in its comforts, you're one of the lucky ones to have still be able to love. wherever he goes, whatever he sees, he'll remember that and carry it with him. his tiny trinkets he brings home to you carry an amount of affection no one can bother to measure, its beautiful and its yours.

[rapturously]

✠⠀༷ ゜𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐒 & 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒.

regarding character muses and fandoms.

⠀˹ 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐬 & 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼

all characters listed here are able to be requested for one-shots & drabbles. all are grouped according to that specific fandom.

✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

michael myers — (rob zombie & 2018)

jason voorhees

thomas b. hewitt — (tcm remake)

brahms heelshire

eric newlon / john carver — (thanksgiving)

the sinclair brothers — (bo, vincent, & lester)

billy loomis

stu macher

mickey altieri

richie kirsch

ethan landry

amber freeman

tiffany valentine

brendan kemp / steve — (fresh 2022)

jackson rippner — (red eye)

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✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐲.

hellboy — (all movies)

abe sapien — (del toro verse)

prince nuada — (hellboy films)

the lost boys (david, dwayne, marko, paul & michael)

the yautja — (predator)

count dracula — (van helsing 2004)

gabriel van helsing — (van helsing 2004)

pyramid head — (silent hill)

count orlok — (nosferatu 2024)

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✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦.

bruce wayne — (the batman 2022)

edward nash / the riddler — (the batman 2022)

oswald cobb / penguin — (the batman 2022)

julian rush / the scarecrow — (the batman 2022)

selina kyle / catwoman — (the batman 2022)

sofia falcone — (the batman 2022)

jonathan crane / scarecrow — (bale batman verse)

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✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞-𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.

jim hopper

steve harrington

edward ‘eddie’ munson

henry creel / vecna

jonathan byers

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✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧-𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧.

dean winchester

sam winchester

castiel

lucifer

gabriel

gadreel

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✠⠀༷ ゜ 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

father paul hill — (midnight mass)

arvin eugene russell — (the devil all the time)

v — (v for vendetta)

eric draven — (the crow)

jesse pinkman — (breaking bad)

ellen ripley — (alien franchise)

david 8 — (alien franchise)

william afton — (fnaf movie)

michael schmidt — (fnaf movie)

eddie gluskin — (outlast)

leon kennedy — (resident evil)

lady alcina dimitrescu — (resident evil)

karl heisenberg — (resident evil)

joel miller — (the last of us)

rick grimes — (the walking dead)

daryl dixon — (the walking dead)

joshua washington — (until dawn)

mike munroe — (until dawn)

jim — (28 days later)

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[corvidcrossbow]

➳ 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐛𝐨𝐰 🪶🏹

Hey y'all welcome to the absolute dumpsterfire of my brainrot (blog), you can call me Corvid or Harbinger

Ima lover of all things Norman Reedus, n obviously TWD + Daryl Dixon. I also really like crows, and Qrow Branwen from RWBY – hence my user

Below is my masterlist that I'll update w/ time, then more about me. I lurked on here for way too long

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♡ = Sweet ♧ = Angsty ♤ = Smutty

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𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧 ♡

➳ Drabbles:

Daryl w/ Hazey by GA ♧

Mother's Day ♡ ♤

Purring ♡ ♤

Hip Bones ♤

Lazy Morning Sex ♤

Daryl Likes Puzzles ♡ ♧

Falling Asleep in Sex ♡ ♤

Shibari ♡ ♤

Father's Day ♡ ♧

➳ Short Stories:

I Like It Long ♤

Double The Fangs, Double The Fun ♤ (vamp + Scud)

Daddy's Little Dhampir ♡ ♧

Intruders ♡ ♤

Total Eclipse Of The Heart ♡

What One Has ♡ ♧

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐡 "𝐒𝐜𝐮𝐝" 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐫 ♡

➳ Drabbles:

Scud's a Nerd ♡

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Requests; are currently open for Daryl & Scud

Req info (please read before sending in 💛)

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➳ Feel free to send me inboxes about other things too!; questions, comments, chatty stuff, etc. I love interacting with y'all!!

➳ I'm kinda a beginner writer (?), I've been doing creative writing for ages + fanfics for myself, this is just my first time posting n stuff

➳ This'll center around Daryl/Norman because he lives in my psyche and I love him

➳ Ima chronic overuser of the 😭, 🙏, 🗿, and ‼️ emojis

➳ English is my main/native language, but I'm also fluent in Spanish

➳ I believe A&W restaurants are a national treasure and I need more of them

➳ According to everyone I know I have a weird accent and dialect and I will admit I do (idk wtf it's even composed of so if I ever say something that makes absolutely no sense or sounds stupid it's probably that)

➳ I am wildly interested in the mechanics of reality and metaphysical things

➳ Aside from TWD & Norman related things, I'm also a lover of RWBY, Lost, House n much more

➳ Frankly I'd just love to engage with y'all on here, so many of you are so talented n I love your works 🫶

[ghostboneswrites2]

Daryl Dixon x Witch Reader

(Head Canons)

(Fem!Reader) (Reader description: none)

These little exercises are fun 😌🔮

-18+ MDNI-

At first he’d think it was weird and foolish, but he wasn’t gonna comment on it

He’d ask you if you really believed in tarot and spells sometimes, huffing a small laugh when you’d tell him you did

He quickly began to respect your craft, bringing you bones from his kills and unique looking rocks and twigs from a hunt

He’d let you decipher his astrology chart, and he’d make jokes to avoid addressing how accurate his reading was

He’d let you treat his wounds and illnesses with your herbal concoctions, even if he didn’t think they’d work (usually they did)

He’d drink whatever weird herbal tea you made for him when he needed to sleep, relax, or de-stress, but if he didn’t like it he’d make sure you knew

He’d like it if you told him about each of your crystals. You’d tell him their name, how they’re formed, and what you used them for

He wasn’t a believer until you hexed someone you didn’t like and they lost their job and house

You made him a bracelet from a thick twine and deer teeth. It creeped him out but he wore it anyways.

He would stick up for you against the small town baptists that accused you of working with the devil

He always grabs you some kind of nuts to feed the crows when he runs to the store

He would build you furniture that you could paint and use for altars or displays

He would be nice to the stray cats you took in, even if he thought they were evil

He didn’t like Stevie Nicks but you did, so it grew on him

He taught you more about foraging and edible plants

He also collected plants in the woods that you could plant in your own garden

He gave you small tattoos at home of random astrology symbols or whatever meant something to you at the time

[thisnameisnotspokenfor]

The Game Snippet:

“There,” the star smiled as he slid another flower into her hair, finishing the flower crown of lavandula and bougainvillea, a compromise they’d reached after she’d abruptly shot down his idea of tying her up to give the game more realism. “beautiful, aren’t they?” He’d whispered as his hand gingerly reached forward, gently tucking a braid behind her ear. Her heart was thundering in her ears as she’d struggled to make out his next words. I knew from the first moment I saw them that they’d look rather stunning on you.” “See Corvias?” he grinned in self satisfaction at the crow perched on his shoulder. “What did I tell you?”

He cleared his throat, looking away from her as he muttered under his breath, “... I’ve said too much.”

“Surrender our princess to us now you foul beast!” Kirk demanded as he pointed his wooden sword towards the star’s chest.

“Are you asking or telling me?”

The kids lowered their makeshift swords as they exchanged glances. “Will you give her back if we ask nicely?” Phoebe asked

“Hmm let me think about it,” the star hummed as he tapped his chin with his finger. “Hmm no I don’t think I will.”

“Well then we’re definitely telling you to give her back!” Thatcher affirmed as the other children nodded confidently.

“Why tell when you can take?” The star asked as he gestured to Asha sitting on the fountain next to him. “Come. Retrieve your princess.”

The kids were rightfully hesitant as they once again exchanged glances. “Well there is only one of him and a lot of us.”

“He also looks kinda slow,” Kelsi whispered.

“He probably is,” the star drawled as the children sheepishly quieted, watching as he turned his attention back to Asha.

“So,” he started, leaning against the space on the fountain next to her. “You come here often?”

“Cepheus I live here.” she’d replied, using every ounce of self-control to not seethe or panic.

“In a fountain? I’m very sorry to hear that.”

“Cepheus that’s not what I meant and you know it!” she snapped, as the star pushed himself forward. It was only at that moment did she noticed that all the children had disappeared, where they’d gone so quickly was-

“We warned you!” came Diego’s voice as they reappeared, quickly surrounding the pair on either side of the fountain. “CHARGE!” he screamed.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” screamed Eda.

“Have mercy on me! Please!,” Cepheus cried, swiftly side-stepping her, before he’d quickly moved out of the way of an incoming Thatcher. He took a few steps back, focusing on the children ahead of him as he lifted his arms in the air, simultaneously catching Diego and Kelsie who’d attempted an overhead attack.

Neither kid said a word as Cepheus set them both back on their feet, evidently too stunned to speak as Daryl began his attack, wildly swinging his wooden sword at the star. “Hey! Hold still!” he protested.

“I’ll try,” Cepheus sniffled, moving out of the way just in time for Thatcher and Daryl’s blades to abruptly clash to both boys’ astonishment.

“Princess,” whispered a soft voice as Asha turned, catching sight of Phoebe and Aelar crawling towards her. “We’re here to rescue you!”

“So the others were-?”

“A distraction!” Phoebe proudly smiled. “Now c’mon we have to go before-,”

“CAW! CAW CAW!” cried Corvias and several other crows as Phoebe covered her ears. Asha wasn’t sure just how long Corvias had been here but her cries were all it took to summon the star who leaped over Daryl and Thatcher, nearly far higher than any normal person should have as he landed next to Asha.

“How..how are you moving like that?” Phoebe exclaimed.

“Vegetables,” the star humorlessly replied. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” his arm wrapped around her waist before quickly pulling her to his chest. “I think I’ll be keeping this princess. Thank you.”

“Oh no, you won’t!” Edda cried as the children regrouped.

“Care for another dancing lesson, Asha?,” he aksed, moving Asha out of the reach of her soon-to-be rescuers and onto the fountain’s edge in one fluid movement.

Had Asha not been so distracted by the star’s smile, then she probably would’ve felt a modicum of pity for her rescuers who hurriedly climbed onto the fountain with them, moving this way and that as the star continued to dodge, using one hand to keep her from their reach, while using the other to every now and then catch and balance the attacking children.

“Thank you,” Diego grumbled as he was safely lowered to the ground.

“You’re welcome,” the star smiled, sweeping Asha off her feet before catching the collar of Thatcher who’d dove from the other side of the fountain towards them. In a split second, he’d lowered Thatcher carefully onto the ground next to Diego and the rest of the very defeated-looking children, before placing Asha back onto her feet.

“Are you alright princess?” he’d asked her, his eyes lingering on her arms that had placed themselves around his shoulder.

A part of her had hated how he’d smiled at that moment, as she’d angrily shook her head, and quickly removed her hands from the star. “Well seeing as how I’m still captured, I’d say no. I am not alright.”

He laughed, evidently oblivious to how her heart had begun to race as she felt his hand rest on her shoulder. It hadn’t been as intimate as how he’d held Amala, nor how he’d held her before they’d come across Silver’s ship. But his warmth was a much softer feeling than the one that currently ate away at her face. She frowned, trying to ignore the strange heaviness welling within her chest as she pressed the back of her hand against her cheeks and forehead. “I think I must be coming down with a fever-,”

“A fever?” the star stopped laughing as he’d looked her over. “Are you sick? Do you need medical attention? Food? Water? Maybe I could-,”

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHH SECRET ATTACK TIME-!” Daryl yelled, charging forward with his sword in one last attempt, as a sudden stream of water quickly emerged from the fountain and splashed him in his face. “Retreat! Retreat! Ahh!” He cried.

“Did you seriously just announce your surprise attack?!” Asha exclaimed as she looked past the concerned star to the still stunned-looking group of children. “Why!?”

“I didn’t expect him to counter it…but he’s too strong.” Daryl sniffed. “He’s even got the fountain on his side…”

Cepheus laughed, the concern in his eyes melting away as he faced the crowd of children. “A valiant effort, my young little knights! But as you can see- ultimately futile.”

“It wasn’t futile!” Diego complained as Daryl wiped some of the water from his face.”It just….didn’t work as intended….or at all, honestly.”

“I don’t understand how he moved like that…” Phoebe whispered.

“He literally caught me mid-air!” Thatcher added, staring at the star in awe.

“He’s definitely not slow either,” Edda pointed out. “I’ve never seen anybody move that fast!”

“Too strong?! Too fast?! You guys aren’t giving up on saving me are you?!” Asha cried.

Edda shrugged, “I dunno, I hear democracy is all the rage nowadays. Maybe we don’t-,”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!” Asha snapped as the star barely stifled his laughter.

“Looks like you’ll be here with me for a while,” he commented as he took his seat back on the fountain once more. “Or who knows. Maybe even longer.”

“Longer?” She sputtered.

He nodded. His smile vanished as he leaned forward, staring deeply into her eyes. “Yes. Days. Nights. Weekends. Maybe even until the end of time Asha.”

“No-,” she stammered, quickly looking away.

“Yes.” He grabbed her hand, looking somewhat serious.

She shook her head, “No! Please!” She turned her gaze to the onlooking crowd of adults who’d looked on in amusement. “Please! I need an adult-,”

The star smiled, “I’m an adu-,”

“A responsible one!”

“Never mind,” his expression soured as he released her hand.

“Guys please!” she begged. “You can’t leave me with him-,”

“So how are we supposed to save you then?” Edda frowned.

“Strategy!” Phoebe cried. “We need a new strategy.”

“Alright. But what?” The children huddled together, murmuring in low voices that she was certain the star could still hear.

She’d nearly been about to warn them of this when she’d realized that he’d been distracted. Instead of watching the kids, he’d opted to turn his attention to Mrs. Bellerose’s stand, where Amala and her friends stood, examining the flowers.

“I think they should buy Tiger lillies,” Cepheus muttered to himself. “Don’t you think it would look good on them Corvias?” he asked the crow that had now reappeared next to him.

Truth be told, Asha thought those girls would look good wearing any of Mrs. Bellerose’s flowers, but as Asha caught sight of the less-than-friendly looks the kids were giving the star, she had a feeling that those flowers would be the least of her worries.

Maybe allowing a bunch of competitive kids to fight an equally competitive supernatural entity wasn’t such a good idea. But there’d been nothing against the rules that had said that the princess couldn’t help the knights out right? Surely she could save herself! After all who didn’t love and admire a princess who could save herself?

All she had to do was make her way back to her determined knights, which should be easy, given how distracted the star was by other girls.

Carefully she took one step. Then another, only briefly pausing to ensure that Cepheus’s attention was still primarily focused on the kids.

“You really think that will work against me?” the star asked, sounding less amused and more insulted as she braved another few steps away from him.

Oh no. She hadn’t meant for the star to catch her so soon! Not when she’d just started escaping! But to her relief, Edda had called “It’s worth a shot!”

Oh thank goodness. That had meant he was still distracted she thought as she began putting some respectable distance between herself and the star. Now all she had to do was circle around the stalls and then she’d-

“Asha?” Cepheus’s voice cut through her thoughts like a knife as she halted. Now both ‘dragon’ and knights were staring at her as she stood there, frozen.

“H-hello Cepheus,” she smiled, giving him a small wave.

“Hi Asha!” he smiled as Corvias stared at her.

“...Bye Cepheus.”

“Bye Asha!” he called as Corvias incredulously looked from him to her before fervently hopping. “Oh….OH- WAIT A MINUTE- PRINCESS GET BACK HERE!” Cepheus yelled as he took off after her.

“HELP!” She screamed once again as the star continued to chase after her. “THIS WAS A MISTAKE AAAHHHH-,”

“After them!” cried the children who followed in pursuit.