#he really looks it like oh. you're not as shitty as the rest of humanity because youre Weird. got it. \

[korpuskat]

Ramattra watching his partner ascend the stairs on all fours

Ramattra standing there like

🧍‍♂️

this is it. this is my human's flaw.

[kit-williams]

The Raven in the Belfry

So this is ANOTHER Night Lord (though actually a Raven Guard) I like making scary old men please guys stop me from making ancient ass mfs

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

@nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog @the-raven-lady @remembrancer-of-heresy

The Terran Raven Guard looked down at the human child, distinctively Nostroman and surprisingly healthy looking, but also a little girl. "Anrir. Where is he." Sanne Witherstrike demanded with a halfhearted growl.

She gestures for him to follow before she goes running down the hallway, "Anrir." He hears her say before a yeowl and a sob of someone getting their bone reset.

"That will teach you for being stupid." Sanne hears Anrir hiss before his voice getting softer, "What is it Sophia?"

"There's a man here in black armor here to see you. He has crow bones on him." She says looking back at him for a moment before looking back.

He could hear Anrir walk over to the door just looking at Sanne tilting his head as he looked surprised that Sanne was here. His tongue clicking, "Alright everyone get out for a few hours." He barked behind him before looking at the little girl in front of him, "Go get your token and then go help Ayana in the kitchens." Sanne watches her run off as Anrir leans on the door frame waiting until his charges were gone. "So... you're a sight for sore eyes. I thought you would be with your Primarch? I remember how excited you were hearing about him." Anrir chuckles he looks at the Raven and he watches the prideful man just suddenly break a little. "Oh oh shit. Come on." Anrir's posture shifts leading his old friend into the cramped room.

Anrir's position was such an oddity to Sanne but perhaps this was simply the difference between the Raven Guard and the Night Lords... Anrir was old and skilled and could easily be a veteran company Apothecary... Sanne was certain Anrir was the eldest and most skilled Apothecary that the Night Lords had and yet... he stayed out of his Legion's politics. Comfortable to be taking care of children and bitterly Sanne knew that if Anrir was a Raven his genesire would like him better then himself.

"Stop looking so sad Sanne it isn't becoming of you." Anrir says pulling out a bottle of mjod and grabbing two empty beakers.

"I don't know what's becoming of me anymore."

"And here I thought Konrad was a shitty Genesire. What the fuck happened?"

Sanne took the beaker of mjod and downed a mouthful making a face, as he closed his eyes just feeling it burn his throat slightly, "Piss and the Fenrisians drink this often?"

"Yes and maybe if the Great Crusade finishes in a decent amount of time I can make something that tastes better... now talk." Anrir's playful voice returns to ice as Sanne knew the pit child could be so serious.

And so Sanne told Anrir the meeting with his Genesire. Sanne was the few astartes left with the ability to cry and just something inside of him hurt so badly he felt no shame in shedding those tears in front of his long time friend. The silence that grew between them as Anrir let him talk... let him weep as the Raven cawed silently, "What did I do wrong Anrir?"

"Nothing Sanne..." Anrir sighed feeling his age resting on his shoulders for a moment, "You did nothing wrong. If you really want to find fault... you stuck to the old ways of the legion... your roots were planted too deep. I'm glad you survived the culling. Don't give me that look Sanne. What happened sounds like a culling and now he's sent you and your brothers out into the void out to the fringes like the carrion birds you are to slowly die out." Anrir grimaced as he drank from the beaker, "I wouldn't be surprised if some Night Lords joined your brothers... we always were very much alike before your father was found. And well Konrad hasn't endeared himself to many of his sons."

"Will you not join us out in exile?" Sanne offers watching the nearly black eyes of Anrir stare at his drink.

"While my loyalties to the Primarch might not be there... I cannot abandon the legion. The Emperor... " He stops his thought with a sigh, "You've heard my prattle about my feelings on this before. But no Sanne I will not leave my kids nor the legion but I know dozens of brothers that will probably eagerly and silently sign up for duty on the ship you came in on. I know a few Apothecaries that I probably wont see anymore after this month. What about you Sanne?"

The Raven cocks his head confused, "What about me?"

"Why not join the ranks of the Night Lords?" Anrir lets out a slurred laugh at his thought, "Spit in daddy's eye and become the thing he accused you and your brothers of being. Become a terror... a killer... a fiend!" Anrir laughs as the tattoo on his neck lets out a phantom itch... long long dead was the innocence that it claimed he had and all that was left behind was a man with his claws deep into a sense of justice that struggled to expand beyond what he had made it for.

"Do you think I could?" Sanne says softly.

"Yes. I will not lie to my Primarch but I will have to note that you and any brothers that decide to follow will be counted as recruits." Anrir says honestly.

"I will see if any of my brothers want to.."

"I will not abandon you Sanne. And you know how good my promises are." Anrir says...

Anrir does always keep his word even after ten thousand years in real space time he has not abandoned Sanne... and Sanne is always silently thankful for that. He and some of his brothers followed Anrir when the legion was falling apart... Sanne eagerly becoming Anrir's second in command. Even as his brothers were picked off or sold their souls to the ruinous powers... Anrir kept Sanne grounded and he owed the pit child everything... even if at the end of the day he was the child of slavers and Anrir the child of criminals. They kept good company with each other at least.

"Ahhh you're not dead Sanne." Sanne hears as his eyes open up looking at Anrir grinning down at him.

"I should be given that you shoved a xenos inspired organ inside of me." Sanne groused.

"It was either the xenos organ or a chaos organ. Pick your poison, Sanne." He said with a happiness in his voice which means to Sanne that Anrir was successful in his pursuits of playing god. "Are you excited?"

"Should I be asking you that? You're the one who is giddy for this." Sanne says sitting up.

"Yes well my way to spite my Genesire is a long term plan... your way to spite your Genesire is easier to do." Anrir says turning around.

Sanne remembers how they discovered about the Mor Deythan and his small desire to take what was Corvus' ability and have it as his own. He feels cold... Sanne gasps as he is suddenly melting out of the shadow behind Anrir as he grabs Sanne before cackling like that madman that he is. "I always make good on my promise Sanne!" Anrir says clearly in the high of success.

"Yes and what of your next thing? To find a way to populate astartes numbers with ease... or whatever insane idea you had?" Sanne says as he leans on Anrir feeling rather dizzy.

"Don't you worry about Sanne... lets just get you back down as we'll celebrate this success before I head off planning my next one.

[officialabortive]

Naga!bakugou imagine pt2

Part 1

It had been a few hours since you had been taken into the den of a naga who introduced himself as Katsuki Bakugou

While his size alone showed the immense power he held, you felt no fear toward him. Well, not anymore

Yes, of course the initial shock and confusion left you petrified and shaking, but it quickly wore off when you realized he meant you no harm. It became obvious when he arranged furs and blankets into a little circle and placed you right in the center of the cushy assortment

So far you've gathered that he is keeping you as a sort of pet for him to study, wanting to gather information on human kind

He spent some time poking and prodding at you, tugging at the strange fabrics that cover most of your skin. Also having removed your shirt

Now he carried you on his hip as he moved swiftly through the forest. Your head resting atop his shoulder as you held on. Apparently you were headed out to see "shitty hair" or whatever that meant

It hadn't taken long to arrive at a cave. Its entrance was partially covered by hanging ivy. As soon as bakugou -who still was carrying you- entered the threshold, he started shouting for the one that resided here. "OI SHITTY HAIR! I FOUND SOMETHING"

"Oh hey! What's up bakugou"

You turn your head to see who had responded. It was another naga, and just like the one you were with he had spiked hair, only this naga's was brightred. This one had a black tail with small patches of grey, and a smile full of pointed teeth

But as soon as you entered his line of sight, his smile dulled and eyes went wide. You saw his mouth open with the intent to speak, but no words came out. Instead, his dark red eyes being back and forth between you and bakugou

Bakugou smirked at his reaction, moving closer and setting you down to the cave floor

"...you have got to be kidding me. Is that really a human?"

"Damn right. Found 'em right outside my den, completely lost"

"Huh, weird. I've never seen one of these little guys before" he leaned down to get a better look at you, the sudden motion causing you to flinch back closer to bakugou. This made both nagas huff a slight chuckle

"Aww, its alright, no need to be shy" his bright genuine smile seemed reassuring enough. "I'm Eijiro Kirishima, a friend of Bakugou's."

"...I'm y/n"

Bakugou swooped you back into the confines of his toned arms, moving deeper into the cave. Kirishima staying at his side as you saw an area not unsimiler to bakugou's den. This was obviously the main living area, furs padding the floor with a generous amount of pillows that sit in a corner

Stopping at the edge of the large living space, bakugou put you back on your feet so he could lean on a pillow. Kirishima settles close by, pulling you in so you sat against his long tail which formed a U shape

You were handed a plush embroidered pillow to which you hugged against your chest and rested your chin

Kirishima's gaze lingered on you, with a look of sadness, pity. You were obviously so far from home, and don't know the way back. And you're such a small being, lacking the needed height and muscle to defend yourself. He could help but wonder 'what if a bear had been the one to find you instead of bakugou!?'. Such a defenceless creature wouldn't stand a chance

"Ya know, I've heard lots of stories about what humans are like but you don't match a single one." That peaked your interest, wanting to know the tales of humans, told by nagas

With a tilt of your head you give kirishima a wondering look, insinuating you want to know more

"They all say humans are vicious and attacked others brutally, even their own kind. Stories of powerful weapons and slaughter for the purpose of stealing away homelands...

You could tell his mind was starting to wander off topic, his sentence trailing off

"What's- why... umm, your legs. Why is the skin on your legs a different color than the rest of you?"

He was referring to your pants. Apparently he thought your clothing was a part of you, your skin to be exact.

"That isn't skin dumbass. It's not even attached to them. look-"

Bakugou pulled you to rest against his coiled tail, and tugged off your pants in one quick motion

You yelped at the suddenness, cold air now brushing against your skin

Ok so, I've got writer's block. This has been sitting in my drafts and I can't think of anything else to add to this so I'm just posting it.

MASTERLIST

[meowcatsposts]

Warm [Werewolf bf]

⚠︎ warning ⚠︎ : a little angsty at the beginning, yandere behavior from Argos

✎ notes:

idk if this fic makes a lot of sense - if it doesn't, I'm sorry (I needed an outlet for my emotions, esp with this one)

if you're interested, here's the previous part!

Overview: Argos begins to give you more freedom, but it might've not been the best idea. (He also treats you to a warm bath btw)

It’d been a shitty week. Everything had been bubbling and churning and crashing inside you, like litter in the ocean. Litter choked and killed the poor sea life; people choked and killed your emotions. You tried your hardest to hide it from your keen boyfriend and it seemed to work, because he didn’t say anything. 

As twisted as it sounded, Argos stayed silent because he wanted you to be happy. He’d been giving you much more freedom lately–on the sole promise of secrecy–and you (and he) thought you’d absolutely enjoy it. Interacting with people other than him was refreshing–thrilling, even…at first. Your family and friends and acquaintances were oh so glad you were back, and it brought a huge smile on your face. They missed you! 

Argos followed you, however, anywhere you went. Sometimes he was a human, wearing a hoodie with sweatpants. Most times he was a wolf, slinking into alleys and shadows. He was happy to see you happy–he cherished your smile…loved your laugh, after all–but he just couldn’t shake off the fact that they never asked you what happened or where you went. Ever. If they cared for you, he thought, wouldn’t they wonder?

Currently, you were at a lovely gathering and in the midst of venting to a trusted confidant. Curses wouldn’t stop spilling from your mouth and you half thought no one deserved to hear the profanities spewing through your lips, but they nodded along, sitting on a chair and sipping on a drink. You were getting to a peak in your story, then–

“This is really good!” they exclaimed, gazing into their cup. “What did they put in this?”

Oh.

The response was so out of pocket and so completely unrelated to what you were venting about, it sucked all the words right from your mouth. Your mind went blank. 

“I-” you started. 

“You know,” they continued to babble…and the rest faded away.

Quite frankly, you were beyond offended. Despite seeing all red you politely excused yourself and calmly walked away, drink quivering in your hand. You thought you’d nearly break that pretty little glass cup. Stay calm, you urged yourself. Stay calm. The last thing you–or anyone else, for the matter–wanted was another tiring confrontation at a lovely reunion, right?

Argos saw how your lower lip quivered. He saw how your eyes glistened. He saw how hard you gripped your drink. He saw everything, and it took all of his willpower not to rip the door off its hinges with his claws and steal you away. Sharp ears pressed against his head, his black fur melted with the shadows’ dark embrace. He’d get you out. Somehow. 

“Oh? Who’s this?”

Hearing some excited whispers, you glanced over to see what was happening. It’s probably some long-lost person coming to visit, you told yourself, standing uncomfortably in the corner of the room, swirling your empty glass. Nothing interesting, most likely.

Wrong. 

Among the sea of voices you heard his, gravelly and deep. It cut through the air like a sharp knife, and it sent shivers up and down your spine. 

It was Argos, in the flesh. 

What in the world was he doing here? His copper eyes locked with yours and you quickly looked away, fighting the crooked smile that was creeping up your lips–he never failed to find you, did he? When you looked up again he was standing in front of you, large frame engulfing your vision. You nearly let out a yelp but he put a finger up to his lips, silently shushing you. (That simple shirt–the way it stretched tautly over his shoulders and chest, hugging his pale arms tight–looked delicious on him, you thought. As always.)

“What are you–” you started, in a hushed sort of way.

He cut you off by holding onto your hand rather firmly, but not enough to dig into your skin.

“Taking you home,” he replied, rather harshly. 

His voice was low as if he was purposely killing it; it came out in an almost baritone growl. His copper eyes were glued to the door–your ticket out. As you stared at him bewildered, he tilted his head toward the exit as if saying, ‘Let’s go home,’ and all you could do was oblige, half-stunned and half-grateful for his sudden act.

He whispered a soft, “Come,” as he squeezed your hand and tugged you along with him.

Inevitably, people tried to pry and ask questions, but he evaded each query with a charming, rugged smile and swiftly went along his way, you in tow. It seemed to work, because they stood there, too stunned to speak. 

When the two of you were out of prying eyes and ears, Argos shifted. (He had you hold his clothes, though, before he did; he shredded too many already.) He was so big–bigger than a pack mule–yet silent and invisible. (No wonder he’s able to stalk you.) Fur as black as obsidian ran in silky waves along his robust body, thick coat melding perfectly with the night. Paws as big as a dog’s head touched the ground as he gazed at you expectantly.

“You want me to ride on your back?” you asked, quite unsure. 

A muffled hum rumbled in his throat, telling you, “Yes.”

“...Ok.”

The ride home was pleasant. You mindlessly played with Argos’s thick black fur, running your fingers along it, pinching it gently. It was relaxing, hearing the soft crunch of leaves beneath you, burying your face in his warm back. He didn’t mind it when you played with his ears, either, or when you ran your hands along the sides of his fuzzy neck. He was just happy you seemed calmer. Less sad. 

After shifting back, Argos decided to treat you to a small bath. Might as well, he figured, because his clothes were off and you didn’t seem to mind the nudity anymore. The bath wasn’t anything fancy–no petals, no bubbles, no oils–but it was warm, and he was there to take care of you. His deft fingers massaged shampoo into your scalp, and you sighed in relief.

“Are you ok?” he’d ask softly once in a while, washing you off. You just hummed in response, eyes closed and enjoying the sound of water bouncing off the walls. 

He got into the tub after washing up himself, warm water sloshing around as you felt his skin against yours. You leaned into his touch. He pressed gentle kisses on your nape, then along the curve of your neck and shoulder, bringing you closer with his arms.

After a few moments of comfortable silence he mumbled against your shoulder, “What I did was a mistake…” frustration tinging his voice. “I shouldn’t have let you go.”

You knew damn well the reason why, but nonetheless asked softly, “...Why?”

He didn’t say anything, just buried his face in your shoulder further, arms wrapping around your waist tighter. 

They’d pay, he thought to himself.

[moroostar]

– OVERLOAD ⋆

–☆ fluff

–☆ including : Gaming

–★ request by : @mylerafton

🗒 : this is slightly shitty and short, but I tried (this took way too long and I apologize) ヽ(；▽；)ノ | male! reader is tall and his vision is electro!!

❕️: requests are open (read rules before requesting <333)

—★ Liking Gaming was almost miserable for you. You weren't sure if he had liked or not, he would give you mixed signals most of the time that you've liked him. You would even stay up questioning if he had liked or not, he was nice to you, but he was always nice to everyone, so it wasn't that much of a difference. Then, he had accidentally confessed his feelings to you as you were sitting over some tea talking about random events.

"Oh! Are you free later?"

"I am, why?"

"Well, I wanted to ask you out! Y'know you're really handsome and I can't help, but try to tell you already!"

"....what?"

"Hm?"

"Did you not hear what you just said Gaming?..."

"No?–.... WAIT–"

—★ Gaming is a very warm person because of his vision, so whenever it gets cold and he sees your shivering, he'll politely ask if he can hug you inorder to keep you warm, and if you agree you'll be warm by his body heat while trying not to get flustered by having him hug you.

—★ You sometimes tug at his sleeve when you begin to feel overwhelmed by people or when you start to feel uncomfortable in an situation with someone. He finds it cute that you do that, it's a small detail about you, but he adores it. When you do it, he'll understand you and attempts to make an excuse for you both to leave then will ask if you're okay once you're far enough.

—★ A lot of people are afraid of you due your height and looks, but Gaming always reassures them that you're the most kind human being on earth and is just a huge teddy bear (most of them try to believe him, but have difficulty believing him as you are just staring into their soul with a blank face–).

—★ He would always find you fighting style fun to watch, he liked how your vision would show and how it make you look so much more cooler to him.

—★ Talking, something you've always hated, but is something Gaming loves. So, instead, you turn out to be a good listener and you would listen to Gaming talk for hours about anything that came to his mind. Honestly, you could listen to him for hours and hours without even be annoyed.

—★ When both you and Gaming are fighting together, it would create an overload to a person, or to a creature. He would be excited and get more energetic when he fights, he loves how you two can just combine your visions when fighting and just create something that can help you fight.

—★ You love patting Gaming's head or just resting you chin on his head because of your height. Gaming doesn't mind and likes it when you do it to him. He would sometimes try to hint that he would like you to pat his head whenever he did something good, it's practically a reward for him.

[crazyk-imagine]

Being Luffy's Stray (Version B)

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- No one knew you were there, not until they had to fight Klahadore, which was annoying to no end

- You never liked him or his crew which is why you watched as the Straw hats fought, tail flicking when you heard the sounds of the house becoming more and more damaged

- You couldn't interfere though, if others found out, namely the demon pirate hunter himself, you might be done for

- Luffy happily pet you when you finally appeared

"You were worried about a cat?" Nami asks.

"Not really," he scratches your chin. "I know she can handle herself."

"You're weird, you know that," Usopp tells him.

The rubber man shrugs.

- After that, you were hoping nothing else would happen, you'd like to be able to enjoy a day without fighting anyone

- Oh, how life is a bitch and throws a curveball your way

- You woke up and found yourself in fog, but decide to go back to your nap before you clawed someone

- The next thing you know, you're in a restaurant

"Welcome to the shitty restaurant where the only thing worse than the ambiance is the food. My name is Sanji, what can I get you?"

You meow at him without realizing it, if you were in your human form, you'd be blushing

"I'm sorry but we cannot allow pets in here but since the old man is busy, I'll let it slide," he smirks at the rubber man.

You purr as a thank you.

- And, then the captain makes the biggest mistake ever and tries to do an iou instead of paying which earns him a non-paying job as a dish washer

"Shouldn't you leave her on the boat? I don't think the kitchen is a very safe or sanitary environment for a cat," Nami tells him.

Luffy shrugs. "Not much they can do after hours, right?"

"Luffy."

"Fine."

- You snuck out to check on him, watching as they helped a drifting pirate

- Luffy smiles when he notices you hanging in the shadows

- Your paws running across the floor alert the chef

"You found us."

You pause, wondering if he knows who you are but realize he's talking as if you're the rubber man's pet

He bends down, one knee on the ground with one arm resting on his bent knee as he holds out a piece of meat for you, letting you take your time coming to him

You sniff, making sure he's not trying to kill you

- Thus, the start of an interesting relationship between you two

- The real kicker was when everyone found out the secret only Luffy knew about, and it was only because Arlong and his crew showed up

- After kicking the chef into a table, scaring the bejesus out of Usopp, and pushing Luffy into a wall

- Let's just say, they had it coming

- You run from kitchen door, using the toppled table as leverage, shifting midair to kick Arlong in his abdomen

"Don't mess with my friends."

"There she is the dead cat back again." He smirks, "and here I thought I'd killed you."

"Well, you know a cats got nine lives and I'd never give one to you."

- Luffy sends you away

- You take care of the other two, literally kicking them out (or at least, close to the door)

- You run over to Usopp and Sanji

"So, you're the cat?"

You stare you. "Does it look like it's the right opportunity to ask that?"

He chuckles, groaning soon after.

You roll your eyes and haul them up off the stairs by the collar of their shirts.

Usopp whines the whole way

- The real interesting thing was when you all found yourself fighting Arlong's pirates

- You didn't plan on shifting into something bigger, but it was necessary

- Usopp ran to the side when he saw you, a large maroon jaguar running towards him (but not aiming for him)

- Zoro jumps beside you, using his katana to take out the fishman trying to grab your hind leg. "Glad to see you decided to join."

"Shouldn’t you be on bed rest?"

"Someone’s gotta watch Luffy's back."

- You launch yourself across the way, clawing a fishman trying to punch the chef only for him to save himself

He turns around, smirking down at you, "I don't want such a gorgeous feline like yourself to ruin your claws."

"Don't flatter yourself, I'd never break a claw on any one of these guys."

- The building collapses and you change back into your human form, just in time for Nami to hug you (and you give Sanji a hug, so he got one too)

- You're just happy it's all over even though there was a slight mishap regarding Luffy’s grandpa

- After you all said your dreams, that's when the real adventure began

[necros-writing-stuff]

Can I get some kinda Eden Fluff when it's period time? I'm having particularly shitty pre- cramps that are dropping me into a fetal position pretty quickly.

MORE EDEN PANICKING POVS HELL YEAH.

He's lost. Well and truly, lost. When you've spent most of your life living alone, and have never had a uterus or any of those parts associated with it, periods and how to handle them are alien.

His books are no help, it wasn't exactly a proper topic of discussion back when they were written, most mentions of it being something like "But alas, she was not with child as she had wished, for her bleeding time came as it always did."

So, when his darling spouse can barely get out of bed and is walking around hunched up like an arthritic 90 year old, his first (horrified) thought is food poisoning.

"Here, some bread." He offers it to you as you curl up on the bed once more after returning from the outhouse. "It helps."

You only look confused as you take it and nipple on the slice. "Bread? Really? I heard ginger helps, and a hot water bottle. Even orgasms. Never heard bread, though."

"... how are orgasms meant to help with food poisoning?"

Eden feels like a fool when you burst out laughing, clutching your tummy harder and letting out little "Ow,"s in between breaths.

"It's not food poisoning," you finally get out on a shaky breath, "it's period cramps."

Ohhhh. Yeah, he still doesn't understand.

"You get cramps when you have a period?"

"Well, yeah. Cause the uterus contracts and squeezes the blood out like a sponge."

He almost shivers at that. The thought of an organ just hurting when you've done nothing to the damn thing seems cruel.

"Do we have any painkillers?"

With a nod, Eden fetches his box of medicine he'd grabbed from the pharmacy. There's paracetamol, ibuprofen, codeine Bailey gave him cause the damn hospital in town requires a prescription. He lets you have your pick of which as he fetches some water to wash it down with.

"How long do they last?"

"Depends. Can be just at the start, can last a few days into it. Sometimes they get really bad and they're all the way through. And don't get me started on the lower back pain, either."

It can come with back pain? The animals in heat he sees don't seem to be in pain when they bleed. Why the hell do humans get pain?

"Oh, and sometimes you can get headaches too."

"I'm glad I don't have periods."

"You think this is bad, imagine giving birth."

Yeah, no. He's fine right now. He wants kids, sure, but thinking about labour sends his head reeling.

"Did they not teach you about this stuff in science class?" You reach for his hand and place it under your shirt, holding it to your tummy. "You're staying here by the way, no work today. Your hands are warm and it helps."

Eden almost protests before he remembers the food stores are stocked and there's enough firewood for the rest of the week.

"Like I said, I wasn't very good in school. Probably slept through that lesson." He climbs back into bed behind you, spooning you and keeping his apparently warm hands pressed to your stomach.

"... you said orgasms help?"

"Later," you giggle, "when it hurts a bit less. Right now I feel like I'll throw up on you if you jostle me around too much."

"So does the blood like... just drip down your leg? Like a wolf?"

"No, I bought pads, they're in my drawer. Might need to pick some more up, though."

"Oh."

He isn't quite sure he knows what a pad is.

[katana-no-neko]

Call Me By My Name

ao3

Natsu laughed voraciously as he flew, twirling through the air while the wind gust around his scales, not paying any mind to his cousin shouting after him. Many of his fellow dragons were remaining in their den with the rumors of a fae in the area, but Natsu didn't really care. He'd never met a pureblooded fae before, but really, how scary could one be? He was way stronger than some hoity-toity faerie, and it's not like he was stupid enough to tell one his true name.

He soared past trees and through mountains, smiling the whole time before spotting a crystal clear lake down below and deciding to drop in for a swim. With a big splash, he landed, diving deep into the water and transforming to his human form as he came back up with another hearty laugh.

It didn't take much longer for him to feel a gaze upon his back. Spinning around, Natsu quickly spied a pair of round, brown eyes peeking out at him from behind a tree. The eyes widened and turned away, the owner realizing they'd been caught.

"Hey!" Natsu called, "Wait! I didn't mean to bother ya, come back! I promise I don't bite," he smiled a toothy grin as the eyes hesitantly peered back at him again. "At least not usually."

A gorgeous laugh rang out from the eyes' direction, and Natsu found himself wanting to hear it more. He made his way towards the shore, closer to his mysterious visitor. An 'eep' sounded out as he approached, and Natsu was suddenly very aware how naked he was. With a bashful flush, he dipped back in the water before he flashed this person any more than he already had. "Heh, sorry. Forgot I wasn't wearing clothes in this form. Not used to running into people while I'm out like this. I'll stay in the water!"

"I..." a voice started to say, and Natsu was eager to hear more of it. "I suppose that makes sense. Dragons probably don't often wear clothes."

Natsu grinned excitedly, finally hearing his new friend speak. "Yeah, I'm a dragon! I guess you saw me fly down, huh?"

The woman laughed again. "It would have been hard to miss..."

He chuckled. "'Spose so. Why don't you come out? It'd be easier to talk if you weren't behind the tree. Or don't," he added, sensing her hesitation to reveal herself. "You don't have to. So how are you? What're you doing all the way out here?"

"I'm a traveler..." she started. "I wander from place to place and this lake looked like a nice spot to rest for a while."

"Oh wow, I bet you've seen lots of cool stuff doing that! I've flown about everywhere near here but I never leave home for too long - always back before dark. Dad'd have my head if I disappeared like that," he laughed.

"Sounds like he really cares about you," the voice responded, almost a little sadly.

"Well sure, he's my dad! Doesn't yours?" Natsu cursed his lack of filter, sensing the woman tense. "I'm sorry, that was a bad question to ask. Sorry if you've got a shitty dad."

"Yeah, he's... Something all right." She let out a sigh. "But it's okay! I don't have to deal with him. Not anymore and with any luck, not ever again."

He smiled at the determination in her voice. "Yeah, screw him! Who needs that bastard!?"

She giggled. "You don't even know him!"

"Ah but if he's made someone as cool as you upset, he's gotta be a bastard." He grinned, hearing her laugh some more, the sound her quickly becoming his favorite. "Hey, I just realized we never introduced ourselves! I'm Na-"

"DON'T!" the woman shrieked, finally coming out from behind her tree, frantic in her cry.

"You're..." Natsu took in the sight of her as his eyes widened. The pretty brown eyes he'd already been watching, supple pink lips that had released those wonderful laughs, braided golden hair that reached near to the ground, and long, pointed ears poking past the strands. "a fae," he finished.

She nodded, ears twitching nervously. "Do not tell me your name."

Natsu cocked his head. "But why not? I wanna be your friend. I think you're really cool, I wanna keep hanging out."

The woman shook her head with a frown. "You know I'm a fae and you want to be friends!? Don't you know how dangerous we are!? Everyone avoids faeries for a reason - as soon as I learn your name, I have full, complete control over you!"

"You seem trustworthy! I'd trust you with my name," he grinned.

She shook her head again, "that's only because of my magic - of course it's going to make you THINK I'm trustworthy, we have that magic to trick and lure people in!"

Natsu scoffed. "Well you did a real good job of tricking and luring me, stopping me from telling you my name like you did before!"

"I refuse to steal control over a person like that. I don't want anyone to be chained to my will," she admitted, ears drooping.

Natsu smiled. "See, that's why I trust you! If you were really trying to control me, you'd have stolen my name and never thought twice about it." He watched her ears twitch with nerves again. "Besides, you would need my true name, wouldn't you?" The woman nodded a confirmation. "Dragons never go by our 'true' name, specifically so that fae won't learn them!"

The faerie looked thoughtful. "I suppose that makes sense..."

"Call me Natsu, then!" The woman held her breath, eyes widening with fear. "It's not my true name, I promise," he reassured, her body relaxing as she realized he was not, in fact, under her magic's control. "Now come on, let's be friends!"

She smiled as she let out a sigh of relief. "You're persistent, aren't you?"

He laughed. "Some might say it's my best quality!"

"Alright Natsu... I'll be your friend. You seem truly wonderful, and I'd love to spend more time with you," she admitted.

"Yay!" he shouted, leaping out of the water in excitement. Landing on the shore near his new friend, he took her hand and grinned. "This'll be so much fun!" He cocked his head as he noticed her gaze avert and her cheeks burn. "Ah!" he realized with a start. "Still naked, aren't I."

[kookiyu]

I've been rereading from the start for the 28th time and was thinking about the first chapter Namari appears and how strong it is...

We don't know anything about her before now but this exchange she has with Laios is really engaging and tells us a lot about her place in the party and her personality. She and Laios have a shared obsessive fussiness about their particular passions that comes across as really overbearing and offputting to other people... We see throughout the series and in the daydream hour omake chapters that prior to chapter 1 Laios had been hiding his interest in monsters from everyone for a Long Time. He sits on his feelings about things and is a terrible communicator because he's afraid to open his mouth and be completely ostracized by everyone around him, based on his experiences growing up. His silence and passivity usually turns into him being exploited by others (we never learn the exact reason for his desertion but we do know that the caravan he used to work for seemed to treat him especially poorly before Falin showed up.)

Namari, on the other hand, is a huge bitch. She's extremely vocal and opinionated about things and is fearlessly insistent and unashamed of it... Laios sees this part of her and where it comes from and he respects her for it, probably because he looks up to her lack of a filter. The 'undiagnosed autistic person being ruled by shame and self-censoring by just never raising their voice' is a real and common phenomenon and we see it a lot in Laios. His line at the end of the page here and his willingness to face the brunt of her criticism shows how much he appreciates her.

Meanwhile when she listens to Laios and Senshi talk about how to prepare tentacles and sees him expressing himself unfiltered her expression is just raw shame and dread... In the context of the chapter there's definitely the practical element of "oh my god, he's eating the monster that killed Kiki" but the expressiveness in Kui's art conveys a really particular mix of emotions to me and I can only see it as a kind of projected anxiety towards Laios. It's compromising for her; She cares a lot more than she lets on about the Touden party and Laios himself. There's a sense of responsibility for enabling him and a sense of protectiveness, like 'if anyone else finds out what you're doing they're going to treat you worse than you can imagine!' But I think more than anything she's afraid for herself. Namari is a Dwarf's Dwarf. She was exiled because of something her father did and it's haunted her her entire life... Being closely associated with Laios and the rest of the party would mean not only is she associated with a criminal, she's also involved with the psychos who've been eating monsters. That's on top of the fact that seeing someone she cares about behave the same way that she does without any of the defensive reflexes she falls back on to shield herself makes her scared! You can't just be yourself in front of others like that, because they'll always see the worst in you and run with it. She also seems to struggle with her own feelings towards the party, considering how she's not shy about letting other people know she thinks Laios is weird in contrast to how she can't abandon him or the others when they need her... It's great character writing.

There's a brief exchange near the end of the chapter/beginning of the next where she talks about the importance of an adventurer's reputation... Other peoples opinions of her matter a Lot, and reasonably so! She's had an unbelievably hard time of it, being exiled from a culture built around extremely close-knit communities and networks of support for something she didn't do... I think it makes complete sense why her motivations seem completely self-interested on the surface, and it's because she needs to find her people. For as shitty as Mr. Tansu can treat her (the human shield thing is bananas; you get the sense that he wouldn't be doing it if he didn't know he could just revive her after), they're also a really close adoptive family, and they all seem to love her a lot (the twins in particular, for obvious reasons). Wanting to be a part of that makes so much sense for her. I love how dense this chapter is looking back with the full context of the series as a whole... As much as I wish she'd had more scenes with everyone, I'm really happy with what we got anyway. Namari leaves such a strong impression in spite how infrequently she shows up... One of my favs for sure

[carica-ficus]

“Nona the Ninth”

20/07/2024

Reading progress: 477/477 (100%) Read through since last update: 203

The final stretch! Since I've had a free day yesterday, so I decided to binge the rest of the book and it was so worth it.

Alas, the final notes:

YEESSSS!!! RAGE!! TIME FOR VIOLENCE!!!!!

Hhhh Nona's meltdown is so freeing. There was SO much tension that has built up these last few days and she took it like a champ.

Ngl, I read that part as the frustration that comes out when you're finally done masking for so long. And I mean, Nona literally mentions it in the text too. That she's wearing a mask that looks like her face. Love to see it. It's comforting in a strange way. Mostly because I get it.

Fuck. Yeah, we learn about Earth's demise. We learn about the ways humans try to escape it. We learn about the consequences. But hearing John say that they needed to get the second wave of ships ready before the next round of climate starvation really hit. Humanity really is fucked. And not just in this book.

Not the fucking cows again.

Dying of curiosity. I mean... Is she wrong? (We'll see.)

Oh, fuck. It's not Ianthe's body.

This changes everything.

It changed nothing. Except that it might have made some things worse.

Of course it's Harrow's body. I did think that to myself somewhere in the middle of the book. Like - wouldn't it be SO funny if Harrow, who was always forced to calculate everything and be 3 steps ahead of everyone else, is replaced by Nona who depends on others to survive and has no idea what the fuck's happening? And there we all have it.

ALSO.

The storyline of Harrow working so much and trying to recover after all that grief and anger and sadness becoming a person that is going through recovery, who is loved and loves others, who is struggling so much to find herself, but doesn't know how to function on her own... It's such a powerful take on mental health and everything that comes along with trauma and recovery. This is such a good book.

Is it Gideon AGAIN???

That would be so fucking funny HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Okay. She's not. But it's so much worse! Hahahahaha 🙃🙃🙃

HSJDNDNJSKSKSKSKS PALAMEDES AND CAMILLA MY BELOVED ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

No pain meds. - Every pain medication you have, please.

AAAAAAA they're so ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Oh, yeah. There it goes again. Is Nona hard of hearing? I didn't really think about this element that much, but it does appear several times. She can understand others and multiple languages only if she sees them speak.

Ok. That John chapter was something.

And I know he's a shitty guy. I do. But I get it.

HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA not the Sixths doing math ALOUD in the Convoy to entertain themselves

Paul?

Sure, ok. Why not.

This kinda reminds me of that scene where Lapis (from Steven Universe) calls herself Bob during the baseball episode. Can't believe I remember that since I haven't watched the show in ages.

SUSS?????

THEN PERISH???

Okay, so much happened at the end that I just didn't want to put the book away in order to comment, so here's some thoughts at the end.

JOHN YOU DICKHEAD AAAAAAAAAAAAA

On the other hand, I am in LOVE with the way his character is written - from a perfect being to a selfish, deceitful and greedy man. I loved the way he captured Alecto. I love how he brought her into the tomb like a child, and she was in awe of everything he showed her. It's so raw. It's so sickening and repulsive and violating.

AND I LOVE that Alecto is basically the soul of the Earth. And I love that she is just a girl. That she just wants to live and love and be loved.

And that ending. AAAAA So cool. So so so so so cool. Love it.

I'm so happy I finally finished Nona. It is such a gorgeous book and I loved every bit of it. With each book I just fall more in love with the world and the characters, and I'm in awe of Muir's capability to make me appreciate every single character, no matter their background, morality or goals. Man, this story will stay with me for a long time, if not forever.

[missholloween]

👻 Trick or treat!! 👻

HELLO. I've decided to translate some of my frantic fanfic fics (done with the lovely @samuelandthesun) for this ask game, BECAUSE THEY'RE SO GOOD! It's such a shame yall don't know Spanish, you're truly missing out.

This one is one of the most recent ones, but also one of my all time faves. These fics either go two ways, incredibly dumb or really ansgty. This is one of the dumb and fluffy ones.

It was a Saturday's afteroon and the sun was hiding behind the city's buildings. Curt and Owen had decided to stay home that day, doing something unheard for them: rest. Owen was continuing with one of his books, while Curt had spent most of the noon half-asleep. They were both enjoying the day.

However, in a moment of clarity, a life-and-death question popped into Curt's head.

"Hey... Owe?"

Owen didn't get his head out of his book. "Yes, love?"

"Would you love me if I was a worm?"

"Love, could you repeat that question?" Owen said, blinking perplexed as he closed his book.

"See? You don't even pay attention to me, always with your books!" Curt whined as he crossed his arms and bit his lips. "If I were a worm, you'd step me without thinking."

"Curt, you're not a worm, you're a human being– What is this all about? Is it really about the book? Curt, you've been sleeping all day, I–"

"But what if I was?! What if I suddently became an insignificant and soft and disgusting being that could barely move and was just bird's food? Would you love me then?"

For a moment, Owen believed he was dreaming. Was that another way to show trauma that he hadn't heard about? Or was it one of those hidden camera shows Curt loved so much? Whatever it was, Owen knew he had to take it seriously, but when he looked at Curt's eyes, he couldn't help but let out a genuine laugh

Curt's tantrum only grew, pushing his fiancé. "See! You don't take my problems seriously."

Owen's laugh only grew, being close to tears. He cleaned his eyes. "Curt, I–"

"No, no Curt! Curt doesn't exist anymore! There's just a sad, lonely, partner-less worm."

"Okay. Worm," said Owen, "of course I would love you."

Owen then hugged his partner from behind, gently caressing his body.

"Even if you couldn't move or if I had to deed yoy. Even if you stopped talking, and you were just a little pink worm with the viscous skin in the world, I'd still love you with all my heart."

Curt curled up in Owen's chest, hiding his face on hid neck as he surrounded him with his enormous arms, trying to reach Owen's heart and hide there from the world. "... And would you protect me from the birds?"

"Yes, little worm, I'd protect you from the birds. And from other worms that wanted to steal your food or say that your hair is ridiculous."

"No, it's not, they just don't know about style! And they also have that shitty hairstyle like– Oh."

Curt had raised his head from Owen's arms, and was now looking at his partner, his eyes filled with love and tenderness.

"That's my Curt." Owen said, booping his nose and making him blush. "Besides, you can't just be a worm. You're more like a cat: one of those bug ones who only want to be pet and be held and who don't really understand why some doors are closed."

"Hey, I'd be a really intelligent and elegant cat- A pageant cat. You, on the other hand, would be a dog. One of those big ones who look like they could rip your arm off but who are the best thing in the world..."

Owen started laughing, bumping his head against his lover's, blushing too. "But what would we do as a cat and a dog? Lie down all day without doing anything?"

"Actually, yes, and we should try it now. You know, just in case we woke up and we were..."

And thus, between laughs and tangled limbs, both lovers rest for the day, being the best kind of animal they could ever be.

[finn-m-corvex]

Someone You Loved

Needed a brain break from Whumptober so I wrote this in an hour instead. Haven't listened to Lewis Capaldi for a long time but this song popped up in my playlist and it gave me Jaya vibes so here we are. Kinda similar to Sounding Sea but also not, mostly because I never thought I would write a songfic in my life, but hey, plans change. Literally almost just had a panic attack as I was cleaning this up because I thought I deleted it but nope we're all good. Enjoy everybody!

Words: 2k

TWs: depression, mentions of anxiety, basically all the same stuff as Sounding Sea.

I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to save me This all or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy

Oh, he was crazy alright. But maybe it was just the hunger talking.

He had never really been one for doing things halfway. Something either got all of his effort or none of his concern and there was very little in-between. Now, he was wishing that he had more gears than forward and reverse; was that why humans created cars with multiple modes? To make up for the fact that they couldn't ever take the stick and pull it back to spare their feelings? Was it all just some sick scheme of taking back control?

No, that was stupid. He let his head thunk against the stone wall behind him, ignoring the bruises littering his skin and the blood welling from the cuts and scratches inflicted across his body. Jay had plenty of stupid ideas already, what was one more?

I need somebody to heal Somebody to know Somebody to have Somebody to hold

And of course, like a goddamn fool he had fumbled it. Fucked it up most likely beyond repair, just because he didn't come with a gearshift to dial his love back. She had known better than any of the others, always picked up on his mood shifts and his anxiety and his everything before he even knew what was going on; sometimes she was even faster than Cole. Before then Jay had never met someone with that ability, because most people would turn a blind eye to him at best and try to hurt him at worst. Kinda like what was happening right now, actually.

She wasn't like most people.

First Master, how stupid was he?

It's easy to say But it's never the same I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain

He did. Fuck, he missed her so much. He missed the way she made him feel like he was on top of the world, like he could do anything and be anyone. Anxiety couldn't touch him, his insecurities powerless against the encouraging words she would feed him whenever he started to doubt himself. What was he now?

Stuck in a shitty pirate ship with no friends and no way of calling for help after possibly fucking all of them over for what might be the last time.

Well, at least he wouldn't be able to damn them anymore, right?

The ball and chain was heavy on his ankle, and he had to drag it up by hand so he could tuck his knees against his chest, looking up at the bright sky through the grate. His hands were blistered from how much he had been mopping the deck, but it was still much more preferable to Scrap n' Tap.

He tried to imagine how it would sound for her to say 'I love you.'

Now the day bleeds Into nightfall And you're not here To get me through it all I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Jay was still trying to imagine it when night finally fell, a dark blanket smothering out his one light source and casting the rest of his cell into darkness. He couldn't say that he ever had a problem with the dark before now, but the shadows were stretching just a little too much, the corners just a little too obscured and his vision was too fuzzy as it was adjusting to the new level of light. He supposed one of his eyes being basically out of commission wasn't helping.

Tears tried to leave his eyes but he blinked them back, determined not to cry. Nya wasn't here, and Cole wasn't here, and crying wasn't going to change that. He could do this, he could get through it.

Being left to his own devices left too much time for him to start going down memory lane, and he was thrust into the memory of the day when his world shattered apart, the shards gouging holes in his heart to leave gaping wounds that he didn't know how they would heal at the time. His head had been hurting like he had smashed it into the wooden floor of the Bounty, winded as if he just recovered from a bad fall.

He wanted it back. Why couldn't he just have it back?

I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to turn to This all or nothing way of loving got me sleeping without you

He loved her too much to try and push her away again, and yet here he was, keeping her at arms-length when all she wanted to do was get closer and try to help.

Younger him would've rejoiced, reveled in the knowledge that Nya wanted him out of all people, but Jay knew better now. Knew how easy it was to get swept up in the current, to lose yourself in the tide that never quite receded.

To drown in it, because eventually you would forget that you had to keep swimming.

Sleeping was something that didn't come easily to him anyway, but now it was impossible to find. Apparently he had pissed off Mr. Sandman too, as he would spend night after night springing awake from some bad dream or another, only to find some sort of project in this damn lighthouse to keep him occupied. He needed distractions; distractions from how he had left Kai behind, how he didn't protect Zane, how he had damned Cole and Lloyd and Wu and Misako and everyone else in fucking Ninjago-

But mostly? He couldn't stop thinking about he had damned her too.

Now, I need somebody to know Somebody to heal Somebody to have Just to know how it feels It's easy to say but it's never the same I guess I kinda liked the way you helped me escape

She was right there. Nya was right there and he failed her, again.

Jay shivered in his chair, looking around his parents' trailer to try and find any trace of her. The only thing he could find was a framed photo that he had given his parents forever ago, from before their messy breakup and the fights and the Djinn. From when they were still happy. Sure, they were both smiling, Jay's arm wrapped around her shoulders and her arm around his waist, but...

Were they ever really happy? Or was Jay just too scared to admit that something wasn't right?

He clutched the photograph in his hands, watching as the wooden frame started to crack under the pressure. Maybe it was just because he grew up poor, but the cost of his escape had been too steep; it should've never been her.

It never should have been her.

But it was, and there was nothing he could about it now. The best he could do was hope and pray that his plan to rescue her wouldn't fall through, because he was running out of prayers.

It worked, and the price for that had been steep too. Would the heavy costs and the sacrifices ever end?

Years passed, and against his better judgement Jay thought that maybe it would.

Now the day bleeds Into nightfall

Was it night? He couldn't tell anymore. Slipping in and out of sleep was confusing, to say the least, and he had no idea how long he had spent laying down on this uncomfortable couch before someone would be lulling him back to sleep. Mr. Sandman must be taking pity on him.

And you're not here To get me through it all

But Nya was here; he could hear her voice, whispering to him in soft tones with gentle words, kissing his cheek and then his lips and playing with his hair and trying everything she knew to try and get him back to sleep.

Was he going crazy? Again?

First Master, it really was just like the ship all over again. He didn't remember the voices being able to touch him, though. That part was new. Oh well.

Gotta enjoy a nice dream while it lasts, right?

Why did someone start sobbing when he said that out loud?

I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Jay loved that she loved him, cared for him, trusted him, and he trusted her with his life and his soul. Knowing that she was there at his side always helped him get through the days; he was sure that he wouldn't still be here if something had ever happened to her. They were two halves of the same piece; maybe they didn't quite fit together all the way, but there was nothing they wouldn't do to make it work, that Jay wouldn't do to make it work.

So really, she had to stop doing stupid self-sacrificing shit. But he guessed that he wasn't really one to talk.

But becoming the sea?

And I tend to close my eyes when it hurts sometimes I fall into your arms I'll be safe in your sound 'til I come back around

She was never coming back around. Jay stood outside of the lighthouse, looking out across the ocean and watching as the tides flowed in and out, taking in the rocks just off-shore and the small rip-currents jaggedly cutting through the calm surface of the water.

Jay turned around, feeling the breeze start to blow his jacket into his back. Shutting his eyes, he let his element buzz around him, crackling and fizzing and popping The darkness was something familiar; he knew what to expect when he shut his eyes for too long, and he needed the familiarity no matter how traumatic the origins were. Without hesitating he let himself fall backwards into the surf, the cold water making him freeze up instantly as it washed over his face and into his nose.

He suppressed the natural urge to fight and get his face out of the water.

What was the point when she wouldn't be there to tell him how stupid he was being? To say that he should've worn a thicker jacket, to dry his clothes, to snuggle with him in the bed until he could finally feel his fingers and play with her hair?

For now the day bleeds Into nightfall And you're not here To get me through it all I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Jay wrote the same words over and over at least once a night. He didn't know why he was fixating so hard on them but he couldn't stop, and even now as his hands were trembling and his hair was dripping seawater onto the pages he was writing the same seven lines again. There was no one there to kiss his cheek and offer him tea and to laugh at how his hair looked like he had been dunked in a mop bucket.

He should've just stayed in the goddamn ocean.

But now the day bleeds Into nightfall And you're not here To get me through it all I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

For some reason, Jay cut out the first two lines eventually. After a while, it just got a little redundant to keep saying that the day would go away and be replaced by the night; at least, that was his best guess for why one day he started writing three lines instead of seven. He read them over and over, again and again, feeling the bitterness and the anger and the sadness consume him from the inside out, and Jay knew that Nya would not recognize the man standing on the beach if she ever decided to walk back onto land one day.

But she never would, and Jay would never get used to the loss that spread through his chest like a disease, a cancer that there was no way to treat.

I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hi!! can you write an rafe x routledge!reader with a lot of angst? like the reader is trying to manipulate rafe in order to gain her trust, and somehow rafe is falling for her (and her lies) (nothing violent).

Thank you!!

I love this, it was a bit hard to understand the phrasing of the request so I did my best! I hope you like it 😌

"Yes, Sarah, I heard you-" I start but she cuts me off with a loud huff across the line and I can hear JJ, Pope, Kie and John B yelling at each other in the background, presumably about this whole ordeal.

"You need to just talk to him- he already has feelings for you so it won't be hard for him to listen to you. Just please be careful." Sarah advises and I feel the knot in my stomach only grow tighter and tighter as I approach the Cameron house. "You're a Routledge, surely you can lie." I can imagine Rafe sitting inside, minding his own business, having no clue what's to come.

"I really don't want to do this to him." I whisper into the line, frustrated tears lining my lashline at the thought of actually doing what they want me to do, pulling a manipulative side of me that I never want to have to use against someone, not even Rafe.

"He's not even human, Y/n, just do it and get out of there." She hangs up before I can say anything else and I huff, shoving my phone into my pocket before rapping my fist against the large door. Moments later, I hear the thumping of footsteps rumbling down the stairs, presumably and hopefully Rafe and a second later, the door opens.

He looks at me with wide eyes, a subtle red blush slipping across his pale cheeks as I give him a small smile. He pauses, lips parting but no words come out, just genuine shock written across his face.

"Hey Rafe, could I come in?" I ask, hugging my arms around myself and his brows pull together, neck craning so he can look back into the house before down at me with a soft look.

"Uh, yeah- sure." His hand reaches out to rest on my lower back, guiding me into his house as I look around. It's changed a lot since I've been here. "What's up- I'm kind of busy." He asks, leading me over to the livingroom so I can sit and I feel my whole plan, all the words I planned just vanishing from my brain.

"Sarah's hiding something from me, so is the whole group, and I was just wondering if you knew anything about it." The words come out in a panic, the lie completely half assed, and for a moment I expect Rafe to see through it but he doesn't.

"What do you think it's about?" He asks, visibly uncomfortable at the topic but I know that this is necessary for me to ask, for me to pry this information out of him. Even though it's completely against everything I've stood for.

"Something they're trying to find but whatever it is, it's big enough to not tell me." I pout, looking down at my hands that rest in my lap and I can feel Rafe's sorry eyes watching me. "I'm just feeling sort of left out and shitty."

"I'm sorry." Rafe mutters, reaching over to place a hand on mine which sends goosebumps up my arms and through my spine. "I, uh, I do know what it's about. I'm just not exactly at liberty to talk about it." He frowns sadly at me and I nod, sort of relieved that he didn't tell me so I can go back to the group and say he didn't cooperate. "You almost don't wanna know." He chuckles sheepishly and he reaches up to rub at the back of his neck.

"Oh." I frown with a deep, dramatic sigh. "Okay."

"Look, I'm sorry. It's for your own good. I don't want you to get in any trouble or get hurt-"

"I'm sorry, I can't do this." I cut him off, reaching over to take his hands in mine which forces his gaze to meet mine, his blue orbs deep with uncertainty. "Your sister sent me, they wanted me to get information about the cross from you and I can't do that to you." Tears immediately fill my eyes as his fast twists in discomfort and he nearly throws my hands off of him as he rises to his feet.

"What the fuck- Sarah sent you?" He bellows, head tilting calculatedly at me and I bury my face in my hands, wishing I hadn't done this or listened to any of them.

"Rafe, I'm sorry-"

"Do you even care about me, Routledge?" He gasps and takes a hefty step away from me as if being so close to me physically hurts him. "Or are you just like everyone else who just uses me and then blames me for their own shit?" I shake my head immediately, stepping up to him with a desperate look in my eyes and I fist my hands beneath my chin.

"Rafe, I told her I couldn't do it- that I couldn't do it to you." I say sternly, trying to get him to look at me but he just avoids my every advance, finally squeezing his eyes shut as tightly as he can as he fists his hair between his fingertips. "They're just desperate and thought because of your feelings that-"

"That you could manipulate me." He deadpans, eyes opening suddenly as his mood switches from something sad to something sour, jaw tensing and I begin to feel worry and dread swim through my brain.

"I couldn't go through with it. I wouldn't." I reach out to him, trying to take his hand in mine but he shoves my advance away with a pained look in his eyes, a lone tear sliding down his cheek and I can practically feel his heart breaking from feet away.

"I think you should leave." He says before I can say anything else and I feel myself shaking my head, lips parting as his name escapes me in a breathy, pathetic whimper.

"Rafe-"

"Leave!" He shouts and I jump, hands shaking at my sides and all I want to do is fall to my knees and beg for his forgiveness. I hate myself for using his trust against him, my own heart breaking as I break his.

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[eltheabberation]

takizawa for the character ask

My first impression: “Oh who’s that guy again? Eh I’ll just look him up. Oh hey that one- WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED??” Other than that I basically just didn’t care about him cause I just wanted to get back to Kaneki.

My impression now: I love him so much he’s my little guy he’s so silly I want to run him through a meat grinder he means the world to me he is my world he deserves the world he’s ruined my life and made it better and I love him for it <33

Favourite thing about that character: Assuming I can’t say everything uh I love the irony of his character. Becoming everything you hated. Getting everything you wanted superficially but losing the reasons you wanted it in the first place. All that good stuff.

Least favourite thing: His ending :( “oh he disappeared and was never seen again and fought rogue ghouls as a half-kakuja-“ NO. FUCK NO. AFTER EVERYTHING HES BEEN THROUGH HE IS NOT GETTING THAT SHITTY OF AN ENDING. HE SHOULDNT HAVE TO BE INVOLVED IN THIS BULLSHIT ANYMORE HE SHOULD BE LIVING A NICE PEACEFUL LIFE WITH HIS LOVED ONES.

Favourite line/scene: Uh, god there's a lot to choose from... Honourable mention to his little speech about fear (mainly because it's so funny in context "oh you're scared of me cause I'm different" no I think its because you murdered their coworkers in front of them but go off ig). My favourite probably has to be his internal dialogue during the fight with Amon in the lab raid arc, a ton of great lines in there. But I also love every scene he's in so y'know.

Favourite interaction that character has with another: Probably his fight with Amon during Rushima and then his moment with Akira after. Gives me brainworms.

A character that I wish that character would interact with more: Shikorae! They may have only had one on-screen interaction but they are FRIENDS I swear. Also just the rest of Aogiri in general. I wanna see how this crazed ex-dove fits in with the rest of their organization.

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: Uh... human Takizawa kinda reminds me of Matsuda from Death Note but that's all I've got.

A headcanon about that character: He adores boy band pop but is incredibly embarrassed about it. His sister likes the same bands as him and he always acts annoyed that he's being "forced" to go to concerts with her but he secretly begs her to buy tickets for him too. He has an ARASHI poster in his bedroom. Hide introduced him to Backstreet Boys and they listened to it together sometimes before, well, y'know.

A song that reminds of that character: I’ve got a few but I’m gonna go with The Mind Electric. Idk I think it fits his mental state pretty well and also a lot of lyrics could tie into parts of his character. Also quick shoutout to the Demo 4 version cause the “see how I laugh at you” part reminds me of that one scene with Ayato.

An unpopular opinion about that character: Don't have one really

Favourite picture:

This one <3 He’s just being silly here which I love. Look at this overdramatic loser <33 (This image makes me have. thoughts. but I'll talk about them some other time)

[cielie-voss]

Halloween Party - Part 1: Garlicbread and cigarette smoke (Eddie Munson x Reader)

A/n: again, I'm sorry for that shitty title, I suck at that. If you have any better ideas please tell me. 😅

This takes place a few years after season 4 and everyone's alright, ok? They're all ok (except for a few scars but that's ok.)

Triggerwarning: mention of anxiety (and short mention of suicidal thoughts, but nothing serious), shitty boyfriend, mention of alcohol, smoking, roof sitting (don't do this kids!), Maybe some spoilers in the next chapters?, let me know if I missed something.

If you want to you can send me some request (please mind that I don't write smut) and I'll see what I can do. :)

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Summary: At a Halloween party Eddie meets Y/N, who moved to Hawkins a few months ago, outside and they share a smoke, talking and enjoying the time together until her boyfriend interrupts them.

(there will be more chapters, don't worry, just give my ADHD brain some time to focus.)

"You know, you could hurt yourself pretty bad when you fall down from up there." He says and points wildly gesturing to the roof she walked on.

"Oh, really?" She asks, acting overly surprised and shocked, clutching some imaginary pearls.

Watching her stride he hasitates before he asks: "You're not suicidal, are you?"

"Dunno, tell me." She shrugs "Am I suicidal when I love the feeling of being alive in a situation like this? A situation where I could possibly die?" She sits down after a little jump to the edge which made him gasp in shock. He tries to cover this uncomfortable feeling of concern with an unsure laugh and takes a step towards her. Her legs dangling off the edge of the small shed she danced on moments earlier, her elbows resting on her thighs. She looks down on him with a satisfied grin on her dark lips.

"You scared?" she asks, more a spooky whisper than a real question but he shakes his head hurriedly.

"No. Should I?"

"Maybe?" She leans back, using her hands resting flat on the roof behind her back as support. "What if I'm a serial killer? Or a vampire?" Her eyes widen and have a little spark in them. "Oh! Or a werewolf?"

He raises his brows and tries to climb up on the roof where she's sitting. She notices that he has some trouble getting a hold of something to pull himself up, so she leans over and helps him.

"Thanks." he murmurs while pulling himself over the edge and laying down next to her.

"I saw you eating a whole garlic bread with extra garlic cream, which by the way can't be that healthy. So you can't be a vampire." He states. She looks at him interested, nodding as he continues his explanation.

"And you're wearing a really old and expensive looking necklace, if I could I would bet ten bucks it's silver, so no werewolf either."

"Congratulations Sherlock, not creepy at all that you seemed to observe me this whole evening." She laughs and turns her face to watch him closely, a mischievous grin beginning to form on her lips. "But there's still the option that I'm a serial killer who's looking for his next victim."

Another laugh. "God, no! You're a human cupcake, way too cute to be a serial killer!" But right after these words left his lips he realizes what he said and blushes, glad she can't see his pink cheeks in the dim moonlight.

"So you think I'm cute?" she asks curiously and cocks her head. He begins to stutter a lazy excuse but since it's late and he's slightly tipsy he decides he should give it a try and shoot his shot.

"Of course I think you're cute! Is there anyone in this world who doesn't think like that?!"

She just shrugs and lays back again, watching the stars above their heads.

"I don't talk to a lot of boys, you know? And I never met a boy who tried to debunk the possible fact of me being a serial killer with 'you're way too cute'" She tries to mimic his voice while repeating his statement.

He thinks about her words for a second and when he decides she can't be a killer, lays down too and begins to try and figure out which starconstelation could be the big bear, just to keep himself distracted from her beautiful form right next to him. But that distraction was unsuccessful.

His eyes wander around, trying to absorb the form of her body dressed in a witchy dress with some little fake bones and crow claws when she doesn't look at him. After a few quiet moments he notices, even though she seems relaxed and calm on the outside, that she nervously picks on the skin of her thumbs. He'd seen this behavior before so he's very observant when it comes to these little things, a form of anxiety relief when everything's too much and one needs to release the tension that's built up inside, the tension to flee and hide in the next empty corner.

"What exactly are you doing out here alone? You seemed to have fun at the party. And now you're challenging death." He asks after a moment.

"Just needed some fresh air, you know? It's kinda stinky and stuffy in there." She takes a deep breath and tries to calm down, not wanting to worry the boy she doesn't even know.

"My name's Y/N by the way." She looks at him and holds her hand out to him to shake it.

"Eddie. It's a pleasure meeting you, Y/N." He takes her hand and gives it a soft squeeze before shaking it.

"Thanks for your company, Eddie."

"No problem. I think no stunning girl should be alone outside during spooky season when vampires and werewolves and serial killers are out and up to some mischief." He smiles and digs up a pack of cigarettes, not seeing her blushed cheeks and sheepish smile.

"Mind if I smoke?" He holds up the pack so she can see it. After she shakes her head no he pulls out a cigarette, places it between his lips and tries to light it with his old lighter. But even after a few seconds there's still no flame to satisfy his need for tobacco.

"Damnit. Why do you always let me down when I need you most?" He curses under his breath and doesn't notice Y/N pulling out her own lighter and holding out the flame for him to light his cigarette.

"Thanks."

"No problem." She answers with a small giggle. "I think no sweet boy should be let down when his lighter does to satisfy his desire for some nicotine." Her words make him smile like an idiot when she mimics his words and the now glowing cigarette bounces up and down.

He takes a deep breath, the smoke filling his lungs and his eyes flutter shut as he releases a little cloud of fumes. The light buzz of pleasure, the slight flash of adrenaline and energy now numbing his body and mind. He takes another drag before opening his eyes again, just in time to notice her black painted nails in front of his eyes as her fingers wrap around the cigarette, pulling it away only to end up between her own lips.

The corner of her mouth twitches up as she inhales the burning and stinging smoke before saying: "You know this shit can kill you, right?"

He can't help but giggle at her remark, stealing his nicotine-craving fulfilling stem from her lips.

"Oh shut up, you're one to talk." He waves off her accusing comment, filling his lungs with another deep breath of smoke and releasing it with a laugh. He tries to remember where he should know her from. From school? A face like hers would always catch his attention. Maybe she's from another school and just here visiting someone. But that wouldn't explain why she knows so many people at this party, people he only sees at school or when they're buying from him. It takes him a few seconds to figure out he never really saw her before, but it needs another few seconds and another cigarette for him to gather enough courage to ask her.

"You new here? I don't think I ever saw you at school."

She shakes her head, moving again so she can prop herself up on her elbows.

"Just moved here like two months ago." she states and takes the cigarette he's offering.

"My boyfriend's got a job here so we moved together in this old tiny house down the road." With the glowing cigarette still between her fingers she pointed in the direction of her new home.

"Your boyfriend?" Eddie asks. He tried to cover up the sudden disappointment in his voice and failed completely. He clears his throat and asks again, now calmer and kind of unbothered. "Your boyfriend? Who's your boyfriend?"

"Jealous?" With a somewhat teasing voice she gives him a cheeky grin before continuing. "You seen the tall guy? Blonde hair, dark eyes, he's wearing a zombie outfit?"

"Oh, that guy. Yeah, I've seen him. Never thought he's got such a beautiful girl friend. He looks and behaves like a jackass." he grimaces at the thought of this rude and impolite guy.

“So how long have you been dating?" Eddie asks cautiously, trying hard not to scare her away by acting like a creep. She takes a Minute to think about his question. The years flew by so very fast, months seemed to be days, years became months and soon they left middle school and High school, they got jobs and moved in together.

With a long sigh she answers: "I think it's been 4 years now." she rewinds their time spent together in her head and nods. "Yeah, four years."

"Damn, that's a long time. Four years? Congratulations! And when's the wedding?" He tries to laugh to cover up his unease but it just made the situation awfully worse.

"There'll be no wedding. He's not the type of guy to marry. And I don't think I'm the type of girl to be a wife."

"Oh don't say that! I think you'll be a good wife. If not the best wife!"

"You met me not even an hour ago, and I'm not even talking about this whole evening you've been kinda watching me, and you try to tell me I'd make a wonderful wife? Creep."

“Bet you haven't heard about my nickname." He murmurs.

"How could I? I didn't even know you existed like … half an hour ago." She tries to hide the laughter building up inside her chest, but slowly a smile creeps on her lips and not a second later she bursts out laughing.

"Touché." He answers dryly but also couldn't hold back his laughter. Her laugh was so infectious and it felt so warm like a summer evening, he felt like it's the only thing he needs to stay warm on a cold night like this.

"So you moved in next to the Buckley's?"

"Yeah, next to the Buckley's. You know Robin? She's like my only friend here in Hawkins. Didn't have enough chances to meet new people."

"Yeah, I know her a bit. Spent the summer together with a few friends some years ago. She's nice and funny. She's a good person." She noticed something else in his voice which she can't decipher. Something like pain and fear but she decides not to push him into telling her.

"Yeah, she's great. Like a little Chihuahua."

"Exactly! Never saw her this way but you're right! Oh my god!" His eyes went wide at the realization and he pointed his Indexfinger at her, shaking it excited, both bursting out in laughter again.

But soon this moment was interrupted by a voice echoing through the darkness.

"Hey, Y/N! Y/N where the hell are you?" It was Stevie's voice, Y/N's boyfriend. They can hear in his slurry voice that he's already had a few drinks too much and that he's not amused about his girlfriend disappearing when her only reason to be at this party is acting like the trophy he wants her to be.

"Where's that fucking minx again?" he asks gnarly and looks around to find her.

"Prince charming?" Eddie asks after they fell silent again. Y/N swallows and nods.

"Yeah, the prince wants to brag again with his trophy I guess." She sighs and moves to the edge of the roof where she lets herself down slowly until her feet meet the damp grass beneath her.

"You need help with him? He seems … not really friendly right now." He casts the tall, blonde zombie boy a suspicious look before he bows down again to look at her questioningly.

She shakes her head and her eyes wander back to her boyfriend who has now found her, his dark eyes resting on her. He seems not very pleased seeing her with another boy, a boy he found out who sells drugs and is called "the freak".

"No thanks, I'm fine." The smile she gives him nearly convinces him, but only nearly. There is still something in her voice that worries him.

"Sure?" She feels his dark brown puppy eyes resting on her and even though everything inside her screams for his help and the comfort she feels in his presence (which kind of scares her because she just met him, she doesn't really know him and feels so safe just being around him? She never felt this way with anyone she met before), she nods.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It was nice to meet you, Eddie. See ya!" And with that she left, leaving Eddie alone in the dark, hand raised to wave her goodbye.

"Do you know this guy? Why are you outside with him? What did you guys do? You know how much I hate it when you leave. You know I have a reputation to uphold and it gives me a bad name when my girlfriend just leaves and talks to another boy. You know that guy sells drugs and he's called 'the freak'?" He grabs her arm to pull her nearer so he can hiss into her ears. Probably because he doesn't want anyone to notice they were kind of fighting, again. Y/N can't find any words right now, her body just wants to leave again, missing the comfortable loneliness of the night she had on that roof.

"And why are you wearing that ugly necklace again? I told you to wear the one I gave you last Christmas!"

"But it doesn't fit with my outfit and the necklace means so much to me." His grip on her arm got tighter and tighter, her fingertips already tingly from the lack of blood flowing through her veins.

It was a necklace her grandmother saved during the whole second World War and it was the only thing left with the things she wore when she came to America with her baby. The family kept that necklace like it was the most valuable thing on earth. And after y/n's grandmother and mother died in an accident, it became even more valuable to her.

His eyes bore into her skin as her numb fingers fidget with the little rose-shaped pendant hovering over her chest.

"You better take it off and start wearing the shit I gave you to make me look better." With a strong tug he got her out of her trance like state.

"And I highly recommend you get your hands off of me." To his surprise her voice was stern and her usually scared and intimidated look left for a more threatening one. But still a small teasing grin forms on his lips.

"Or what?"

"I'm gonna make you a scene, big one, so you can take your god damn reputation and shove it up your fucking ass." Now it's her turn to hiss at him. Is this a hint of respect or even fear in his eyes that flashes through? His tight grip on her arm loosens, Stevie takes a step backwards away from her and she puffs out her chest.

"Good boy." She says in a somewhat passive aggressive and sarcastic voice before she struts past him and into the big house again, loud music buzzing in her ears when she opens the Glassdoor.

There is no way he's not going to punish her for that when they get home, but after all these years she knows better than to show her fear. She keeps her breathing steady, fingernails digging into the palms of her hands and the tip of her toung wandering around, touching every tooth to keep her mind distracted from her thoughts.

After she grabbed her jacket and made her way to the front door, someone stopped her.

"Where ya think ya going?" Another zombie presses himself between her and her way out, vomit smeared over his chest and stinking like a porta potty.

"I wanna go home."

"Home? Oh, sweet thing, I don't think ya boy wants to go home." When he laughs a wave of alcohol, garlic and vomit burns in her nose and she nearly added some new puke onto his shirt.

"Wait, what?" With furrowed brows she turns and searches for her boyfriend, only to see him standing next to two, let's call it kind of lightly dressed, witches. This little shithead …

She presses her lips into a thin line, brow raised, eyes wide in disbelief, fist already clenched. But before she could take a step forward to confront this bastard and scare the shit out of these girls, someone grabs her by the shoulder and holds her back.

"Don't sink to his level. You don't need that." She feels their breath fanning slightly over her sensitive and burning skin before relaxing her tensed muscles. The sound of her boiling blood fades and makes some space for the loud noises surrounding her, the voices, the music, clinking of bottles and cups.

"You good?" The voice asks again, her eyes still fixed on the flirting trio before turning to the literal angel on her shoulder only to face Robin.

"What are you doing here?" Y/n asks surprised. Eventhough she's pissed (oh Lord and how she's pissed!) her heart skips a beat at the sight of her only friend and she can't help but cast her a relieved smile.

"Eddie called and said he could need some help. Now I know what he meant." Robin smiles and grabs y/n's hand, intertwining her fingers with y/n's still trembling ones, instantly calming her down. This simple touch makes y/n feel like Robin's the anchor holding her down on earth, like she's her safe space in the middle of a hurricane.

"Let's go home, okay?" Y/n takes a deep breath, nods and follows her friend.

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Likes, comments and reblogs are always welcome. 🤗 I hope you liked it!

[peculiarreality]

Hello 🖖🏻

I giggled when I spotted Gary? Gaaary.

So would you please tell me more about that WIP and also The Devil Went Down to Georgia (But He Wasn’t Expecting the Zombie Apocalypse) ?

Hello!

So, 'Gary? Gaaary.' is a fic in a series I've been (very slowly) working on about Fallout 3. There's a Vault in Fallout 3, Vault 108, where all of the living residents are clones of this one man named Gary. The only word they can say is 'Gary', and in-game it's kind of hilarious!

The Garys are hostile in the game, but 'Gary? Gaaary.' is about a Gary clone who ends up following the main character of the series around as a companion.

Here's an excerpt!

"Gary?" Kenickie stared down at the clone and blinked. "You're not attacking me?" he asked, lowering his pistol. The clone shook his head. "Gary. Gaaary." He stood up slowly and held his empty hands out. His intent was clear, he didn't want to fight. "You're not going to attack me?" "Gary."

As for 'The Devil Went Down to Georgia (But He Wasn't Expecting the Zombie Apocalypse)', that one's about the 4-player zombie apocalypse game Left 4 Dead 2, which takes place in Georgia.

The premise is basically just, "What if Nick (one of the Survivors) was part demon, and Ellis (another survivor) was a monster hunter?" and it came from someone else mentioning something that happened in one of their games.

And here's an excerpt of that under the Read More! (Warning for mentions of gore, it's a zombie apocalypse after all!)

"Wow. Seriously, Ellis, you really outdid yourself this time." Flames licked the floor and the side of the car from the gas can Ellis had blown up as Nicolas Bianchi spoke, calmly standing in the middle of the mini inferno. He dropped the remnants of the gas can and stepped forward, out of the flames that seemed to almost part before him. "Oh, save it," he muttered as Ellis crossed himself. "It's not going to do anything and you just look stupid doing that." The gambler's eyes burned red, the only indicator that he was anything but human. Ellis stared for a bit, and Nick could only imagine what was going through his mind. Probably some prayer, if he was as God-fearing as the rest of this shitty town. But then Ellis came running up to him and shoved, sending him reeling straight back into the dying fire as a Hunter landed where he'd been. The mechanic raised his shotgun and slammed its stock into the leaping zombie's jaw, stunning it and sending it sprawling. "Holy shit, Nick, that was damn close!" he exclaimed as he leveled the twin barrels at its face. A quick pull of the triggers and both barrels emptied into its skull, sending bits of blood, brain, and bone across the ground. "You alright?" he asked as he held out a hand. This time, it was Nick's turn to stare. Never before had his, for lack of a better word, demonic nature been ignored in favor of saving his life, especially not in the South. "Yeah, I'm fine, kid..." He accepted the hand anyways and let Ellis pull him to his feet. "Why aren't you, you know..." "Runnin' and screamin' about brimstone an' hellfire?" At Nick's nod, he shrugged. "Iunno, I guess ya just ain't that scary. Always thought demons'd look like the ones in Doom, but you just look like a man. An' I was always told demons was evil, but you just been helpin' us since we met. An' ma always wanted me to think fer myself. She'd be mighty disappointed if I treated ya like a freak fer bein' what y'are." He gave Nick a slightly uneasy smile, in which Nick could almost see a trace of fear. "Besides, man, it's a zombie apocalypse. Can't choose yer fellow survivors, ya know? An' it's always better to get along with those yer survivin' with."

Thank you so much for asking about my WIPs! ♥ I hope to eventually finish them both... ^^;