#its all at once like an apocalypse scenario

[bogleech]

What if all the dead people suddenly came back as zombies but all they did was give everybody a little friendly smooch like "mwah!" and then they'd immediately go back to being dead and nothing else weird ever happened again

[zours025]

Zombie apocalypse face au I've been thinking of...

Thoughts/details on the AU and an alt color vers of the first drawing (luring you into my evil cave) ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Face as unrelated parties... All normal humans. Caname and fruk (separately) wandering the world after generic zombie outbreak. Theyre some of the last ones left so they rarely meet people and need to depend on the other party heavily. Blahblah its miserable everyone is sad and hurt and tired. Francis had to cut off Arthurs leg to prevent an infection. Arthur has to learn to lean on Francis for a lot of stuff and they learn to get over past grudges and such... 😇 Alfred is bitten at some point and hides it from Matthew. Matthew knows, but he's basically lost any will to live and is ready to die whenever Alfred turns because. Well. "I'm only living for him anyways..." type of sentiment... They ignore it and it's never brought up but it's like. I know you know that I know that- Anyways. So those two are trying their hardest to live out their last days in relative happiness. Doing fun stuff. Appreciating the simple things, landscapes, each other's company, etc... That is until they bump into Francis and Arthur in a totally horrible state. And it's like "Well... We can't just let them die can we? We have nothing to lose anyways." So they watch over the two and care for them and once they're all in okay health they decide to stick together and move on. But Arthur and Francis are clearly more determined to live than Mattie and Alfred and they're good fighters. So they wanna keep em around, all while hiding that Alfred is slowly dying and is eventually gonna kill them all. Milking Francis and Arthur's good will... Eventually new relationships form between the four and inevitably weird "betrayal!" and jealousy type feelings show up... Francis is tired of just sleeping with Arthur and when he gets mad he flirts with either of the twins... And the like... Well I haven't thought the whole thing through but these are the important emotional bases to the idea I guess...

I wrote a scenario for many different possibilities of first-to-dies (because i find them all interesting and bcuz twitter oomf asked and i have no restraint. lole)

Alfred dies first: Most obvious scenario (like hes already a bit zombified and clearly hes getting physically weaker) Im imagining a terrible scenario no matter what. Matthew probably finds him first all hunched over and stuff womdering whats wrong before realising that it's finally the end of the line. Francis/Arthur aren't far behind and they blow "Alfreds" head off without hesitation. Obviously causes a rift between the two and Matthew, who broke their trust by hiding this from them. Matthew is inconsolable for a few days, he thought he had more time. Despite the lie I think Francis and Arthur would end up feeling sympathy. They try to keep Matthew up on his feet but frankly I think this would end with him blowing his brains out eventually anyways... 😊

Alternatively Mattie has been mentally preparing himself for a very long time and he immediately kills "Alfred" and then himself in quick succession. Francis and Arthur are haunted by the memory of the two for the rest of their trip.

Arthur dies first: Similarly, I think its easy to imagine this. He's missing a leg and mostly needs to be near someone else to survive zombie attacks/ambushes. Would probably accidentally get separated from the group and get overrun... Might use himself as a distraction to allow the other three to get away in a particularly dire situation... In a way he thinks hes just dead weight anyways and he wants to see the other three live knowing that he doesn't have much left to offer them (Francis would disagree). Francis is obviously very upset and he loses sleep over the memory of Arthur, his last "real" link to his normal life before all of this. But I think Francis is stable enough to prioritise the twins he took under his wing. He knows they need someone to keep them together, so he toughs it out. Everything is fine till Alfred turns some many months later. By then, Francis developed a strong attachment to the two and doesn't have any regrets. Would probably struggle against Alfreds strength to allow Matthew to escape or something along those lines...

Francis dies first: I can also see him just getting killed by sheer numbers. I think he grew very fond of the twins pretty fast + had to be Arthurs protection for a long time and so he developed this feeling of "I need to keep them all safe at all costs". I don't think itd be as much of a letting go type thing as Arthur. It's more calculated and would only happen in a worst-case scenario. I think Arthur would be pretty irritable for the next few weeks, a lot of things remind him of Francis. It bothers him since he wants to just forget and move on, but he finds that his feelings are more difficult to control than he initially thought. Yells a lot at Matthew and Alfred and gets into petty fights. Its not pretty, but they have their moments... In the end, it's not like he wants to make them suffer. They're all he has left now. Hes trying his best. Has a lot of days where he just wishes he had been the one to die instead.

Matthew dies first: Honestly I'm imagining a non-zombie related death, like an accident with one of the guns or some unrelated illness or like. Falling onto a branch? Falling from high up in general? Setting off a trap? Lol idk. Something that allows Alfred to hold Matthew during his final moments or at least look into his eyes. I think hes also the most liable to flip out on everyone and just kill the four of them all together idk ❤ Crazy girl ❤ It shocks Alfred immensely. He expected to be the first one to die and he's really upset about the whole thing. Outwardly, he cracks jokes and tries to convince the other two that he's fine but he's very much not. Doesn't really know what tk do with himself. Just goes through the motions every day. Francis and Arthur notice the slight change in behaviour but don't really say anything and pretend everything is fine. Playing at being a normal family. Arthur and Francis try spending lots of time with Alfred but nothing really helps. Eventually Alfred turns without ever telling them he was infected and they all die the end. Alternatively he kills the other two and then himself on like a random Tuesday. ❤

Bonus: Everyone except Alfred dies lol. Alone in the desolate empty landscape. Welp!!! What now!!!

If you saw my first post of this text part no you didn't im editing this and putting it here with the drawing its more organised ❤ okay ❤

[ghysry]

You're asking for requests and what about a reader (who wasn't adopted by Reginald ofc) with the powers of clairvoyance who sees what's gonna happen in season 4 all of it the Lila x five arc and everything and is just like no 😃 and stops it and fixes it (somehow five is the same age physically and mentally as them) so it's a reader x five fic it can be an established relationship to make it more angsty or not up to you!!

angst....I can't!!! I can't do it! I'm sorry guys but this story will not be angsty😭

Tags:

Fluff, comfort, unestablished relationship, five Hargreeves, reader, tua x reader, five x reader, Five is a little bitch

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"Emotion."

What are you doing?

You'd be shocked with how much you can do because you have the power of clairvoyance. You, yes you, had single handedly warned the others of the imminent danger their sibling, Viktor, would impose. You saw it when you closed your eyes, the world ending, a paradox. Had Five not gone here, had you not followed him, had he not created this, had he not created that.. That's not to say clairvoyance doesn't have its downsides, though. The memories keep on repeating, when Five jumps forward in time, when Five goes back in time, when Five...when Five..

Oh, don't you know?

It was driving you fucking insane. Every time you blinked that picture of Lila and Five kissing surrounded by strawberries in this safe haven of intricate wood painted white to look cutesy, her throwing strawberries at him, he, smiling. He smiled for god's sake - not in the sadistic homicidal way that you were so used to, but he smiled because he fell in love, in love with a woman he spent maybe seven years with, while he could barely muster a hello towards your way when you spent roughly forty years together in a shitty apocalypse?

Don't you know you'll be my ruin?

But, what could you do? They were already speaking, Lila was already a part of the family, you, not so much. You almost felt bad for Diego, no, you did feel bad for Diego, in all of the scenarios your power could have put you in, it decided to put you in this one. Choosing between telling your feelings (of which you can barely do) to a man who you're not even sure likes you back to fix this mess, or biting your tongue and letting it happen.

You got me crying,

For now though, while you're stuck in this shitty hotel you know will cause the reset of the universe, you have no choice but to keep your mouth shut until the right time approaches for you to strike. See, clairvoyance is a balance, it should always be a balance. It's why your mother always told you never to tell people what you can really do, because if you had, most if not everyone would have been surrounding you now asking you what happens next. It was the peace that kept you quiet about your power, even if it meant lying about it.

Crying again..

Thankfully though, now was the right time. Ben, the sparrow, had been alone for quite a while, sitting by himself while everyone else went about their way, Lila and Diego a reflection of Luther and Sloane, who had their wedding just a day ago, it was sweet to see honestly, even sweeter to see drunk Five messing around in the hallways physically, and not just through a mirror in your mind. Carefully, you found yourself sat next to the lonely sparrow, looking at him as he uncomfortably shifted in his seat.

When will you let..

"Ben." You started, your throat weirdly dry ever since you've been seeing into this specific future. Your heart beats rather faster than it usually should, but it always has when you have to mess with the timeline. The results would show in your mind's eye once the dirty work was done. "Yea that's me..Ben." His voice snaps you out of your daze once you realize you've been quiet for longer than a minute now. "Don't trust him." You push, your eyes squinting as if to magnify your point. "Trust who?" "Reginald." Ben gulps, audibly. You could practically hear his blood rush throughout his body once he realizes you know. "How did you..?" He leans in, voice dropping to a whisper. "Don't trust him." Is all you answer, before walking away.

You spend an extended time in your room with a headache you knew was coming. It was always like this after you alter time in your own way, like telling Ben not to trust Reginald, some change, some don't. Unfortunately for you, what doesn't change is Lila and Five kissing it out in that damn strawberry garden. You can't even bring yourself to eat strawberries anymore, it's honestly traumatizing. Thankfully though, because of you telling Ben all this, the outcome has changed once more. From Luther and Klaus dying, only Klaus dies. From Five thinking Allison made a deal to kill Luther, Five now only thinks Allison made a deal..of some sort.

Five..

Okay, this is dumb. Well, you walking to Five and grabbing him by the wrist, huffing out a "we have to talk" is certainly dumb on a whole lot of degrees, even worse when you both find yourselves in a quiet room, you seated on the bed, him pacing around in the room. "Is this about something important? Because the world is ending right outside," You can't help it anymore. "I don't want you around Lila." You blurt out like word vomit, it was vile enough that you actually covered your mouth for a second, and his little chuckle made it even worse. He thinks it's a joke.

"what? Are you jealous? Think she might steal me away-" He almost fully stops dead in his tracks when he realizes you're actually serious about him and Lila, and his eyes soften, finally realizing what you were meaning to say. He clears his throat, causing your soul to jump from your body and bring your attention back, the tips of his ears are awfully red, and he has this look on his face that he's criminally scared to fuck this up. "Well, if that's what you want then I'll always be by your side."

You pause.

"That was a really bad flirt."

"Well excuse me for trying!"

[cultofdixon]

Little one had other plans

Rick Grimes • She/Her Pronouns • Timing is never perfect when it comes to babies coming into the world. Rick just wished the group wasn’t…homeless when his baby decided to make an entrance • ANGST/SFW • TW: Pregnancy & Birth / Anxiety / Unbearable pain

A/N: Really bare with me and TWD timeline

Requested by: Anon

“Rick?” Her voice brought the retired sheriff out of his slumber as he carefully sits up from their shared bed.

“Yes darling?” Rick smiles moving aside for Y/N to sit with him as she instantly locked their arms bringing her head to rest on his shoulder. “Are you feeling alright? Missed yea this morning”

“Uhm. I know we just…hitched and we didn’t talk about certain things especially given it’s the apocalypse and Lori but…”

“Y/N. Please just say it”

“I’m pregnant”

Rick’s silence only brewed the fear and anxiety within Y/N as she was about to pull away when he shifted so that he could pull her entire person into his embrace.

“Are you upset?” Y/N frowns holding onto her husband as he started to rub soothing circles on her back feeling her relax. “Rick—-“

“We’re just…so in love with each other that we couldn’t contain it all.” Rick whispers feeling her tighten around him as he did the same. “So we made another person out of that love” he held her as she sobbed in his embrace.

“We’re happy about this?”

“More than happy darling. We’re safe here. I can’t wait for this chapter with you” Rick smiles bringing his lips to her temple keeping her close as the two wouldn’t separate for a while longer.

~

But the luxury of the prison never lasted…

When Rick reunited with Daryl on the road, after dealing with the claimers…the archer brought it up. Brought up the thought that Y/N could be dead and being met with Rick’s silence was his answer meaning he didn’t want to even think about it.

“We’ll find’em.” Daryl states watching Rick turn to him slowly with a low expression before looking away. “She’s a fighter. May be the size of a planet currently but you know she ain’t leavin’ this earth without fighting to get back to you”

“Did yea just call my wife a planet?”

“Am I wrong?”

“Just shut up and let’s follow the train tracks once Michonne and Carl got some rest”

We will find them

And they do. Thankfully not in the mess of Terminus and Rick was extra thankful after hearing a few things about the cannibals that quickly met their end in the chapel later on.

The Grimes boys will forever be thankful to Tyreese with saving Judith and for both him and Carol finding Y/N moments after the two had found each other. Rick handed his daughter to his son quickly but gentle for Carl to get a good hold of her before he ran over to his partner bringing her in his embrace.

“Thank god you’re alive” Y/N sobbed out as she held onto Rick the best she could given the space they didn’t have. Rick pulled away from the embrace to kiss her firmly on the lips before bringing his gaze to her belly and placing his hands on it. “That’s also a bonus…”

“What? The baby kicking?” Rick asks while his gaze still focused on her bump.

“Yeah…Baby hasn’t kicked since the prison fell. Guess it missed its daddy” She breathed out a laugh listening to his follow in suit. He pressed his forehead against hers still staying in this moment as no one dared to interrupt.

The cannibals

The hospital

Beth…

Tyreese…

So many things could’ve been avoided and now the remaining group found themselves struggling with the fact that this could be the end if they don’t find anything. By anything the essentials for survival. Daryl did his best to hunt what he could find but nothing was turning up. The creek within the forest didn’t carry enough water like they hoped when they first planned to check. But Rosita boiled what they could draw up and insisted it be given to Y/N which the peanut gallery didn’t protest.

“Rick we need to prepare for the worse cause scenario” Carol pulled him aside as the group continued its tiresome walk to nowhere.

“What do you mean?”

“She could go into labor. She is that pregnant where it could just happen without any of us prepared. We need to at least somewhat be”

“Or what?”

Carol didn’t say another word and only gave her friend a stressful look littered with fear of losing Y/N to this pregnancy like they did with Lori’s. They wouldn’t know what to do if Y/N needed a c-section or if she lost a lot of blood. Anything could happen and it didn’t take words for Rick to know he could lose the love of his life.

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Y/N laid tiredly on the makeshift bed in their shared cell as she hasn’t been able to keep anything down for a few weeks. Typical morning sickness but Hershel had his worry about dehydration, not like Carl hasn’t been hovering making sure his stepmom had water. Rick asked him to keep an eye on her and his baby sister when he tended the garden but he didn’t need to be asked to do such. The two grew close when Lori passed and if she would do anything for Carl, he’d do anything for her.

“If your dad is making you hover. You don’t have to” Y/N said almost exhausted as she sat up in the bed when Carl was once peaking from the curtain now fully entering the cell with another canteen.

“Dad didn’t tell me anything. I’m allowed to check on you if I want to”

“I should be checking on you. You don’t have to worry about me” She states patting the empty space beside her while moving the blankets to cover her legs. “I’m okay”

“I know…b-but I want to…I don’t want to miss anything”

Y/N gave him a confused look gently making Carl look at her as he tried to cover his face with his hat. But then Y/N took his hat off lifting his chin to find his tears.

“Carl…love, what’s wrong?”

“I-I…” Carl choked up a bit feeling Y/N carefully wipe away his tears whenever they spilled from his waterline. “I don’t want to lose you too. I didn’t see…a-anything before and I just—-“

“Carl. We couldn’t have predicted what happened to your mom to have happen and I’m always so deeply sorry you lost her.” Y/N gently held his face feeling him ease into her touch letting her wipe away his tears. “We don’t know what’s going to happen, but I will promise you. I’m going to be okay”

“But you can’t…you can’t promise something like that”

“I’m going to anyway. I’m going to take good care of myself and this baby, knowing damn well my boys are going to help me. I’m not going anywhere love…I’m going to be okay”

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Something didn’t feel right.

Y/N had tried not to think much of the growing pain in her stomach as she thought it was the lack of food in her system or the mild dehydration she was reaching.

Then when the mysterious water appeared and the debate of drinking such was washed away in the little sense of the rain pouring down on them. Her distressed expression matched those who’ve lost since the fall of the prison hence no one second guessed the feelings. Until Carl took note of it.

“Are you okay?”

“Just a little uncomfortable. Keep her covered or she’ll get a cold” Y/N fixed the coat she was once wearing to cover Judith better as Carl took his hat off to cover her head.

“Are you really sure that’s all mo—-Y/N?”

“Yes, I’m—-“ She stopped herself reaching for Rick grabbing his bicep harshly to indicate how much pain she was in as he quickly addressed the matter bringing her close. “R-Rick I think. I think the baby is coming”

“Well that couldn’t have been poorly timed” Eugene commented only for Abraham to smack him upside the head. “You have any better idea where the pregnant woman should have her baby? In the middle of the road with the rain pouring down on us and unable to see the walkers when nightfall approaches”

“Someone shut his mouth” Rick snapped watching Glenn push Eugene out of the Grimes’ line of sight as Abraham and Rosita blocked his view.

“Nah we got somewhere. Saw a barn on my way back to y’all after searching for water” Daryl states before leading the way as Rick didn’t hesitate to pick up his partner bridal style following the archer along with the others following shortly behind.

Once they got in the barn, everything had to happen again. Going in all different directions. Maggie and Carol took care of getting Y/N situated, prepared while Carl took care of watching Judith while the others swarmed respectfully on the other side of the half wall to give Y/N some privacy while she stripped from the waist down.

“Tell me how you’re feeling. Especially if there’s major changes” Carol stated watching Y/N nod trying to take deep breaths feeling Rick gently brush the hair out of the way of her face watching her look at him through anxious tears.

“Your baby will come perfect okay, okay? Nothing wrong will happen” Maggie’s choice of words confused those who weren’t there when they lost Lori, and especially how they lost her. No one questioned. All the focus was making sure that baby comes out okay while protecting everybody.

It felt like a cue. When the walkers came a banging on the barn doors resulting in almost every muscle they’ve got keeping them closed, Y/N was already in the motions of pushing this baby out only for a smooth sailing to reach a jammed complication.

“H-Hurts. Hurts so much!” Y/N shouted as the growling tuned it out except for Maggie and Carol’s ears as they both were checking what is happening. The baby’s shoulder is stuck and in a perfect world they’d have the tools or the operating room to go to that nuclear option of a c-section. Something they didn’t want to do.

“Y/N you have to stop pushing”

“O-O…I…” Y/N sobbed listening to Carol’s words as she gripped onto the blanket she laid on not finding the words to ask for her husband but the anxiety growing in the situation made Maggie shout.

“Rick we need yea!” That caused a few head turns as the pounding shifted the weaker few against the door.

“What’s wrong? What’s happening?” Rick instantly asks, taking Y/N’s hand into his feeling the bone crushing grip she was producing as he kept his ground a straight face for her.

“Baby is stuck”

“I have a plan but if it doesn’t go well, we could lose them both” Maggie frowns, remembering an old conversation back from the prison with her father about breached babies and if it ever happened to her then one would have to reach into her while another pushed down on her belly to help the baby progress.

“Take me through it. We’ve got this” Carol states turning to Y/N and her worried expression. “Scream. Scream it out. Everybody’s got our back and you will make it. You both will make it”

The growling grew louder along with the blood curdling screaming as Michonne brought Carl into her arms covering his ears while the two kept their ground against the door. He sobbed listening to his mom’s screaming and those from the beginning of the prison sanctuary were all feeling the old anxiety bubble up inside them.

But once it settled…the growling faded and the anxiety dissipated…the screaming stopped…

Rick pressed his lips to Y/N’s feeling the tears roll off his cheeks as he pulls away to look at their baby boy laying on her chest calming instantly to the soft touch his mother brought with the finger grazes.

“He’s perfect…”

“You did it, darling” Rick exhales a chuckle, kissing her forehead and bringing her close keeping his coat to cover their baby keeping him comfortable in her arms.

“We’re okay” Y/N felt the tears pour as she laughs the anxiety out bringing her gaze to her son when he brought himself to look at his brother. “We are okay, like I promised”

Carl felt the tears return in his eyes as Y/N tiredly reaches to wipe away his tears. Rick smiles at the gentle act admiring his little family as he made this declaration a long time ago…

But he’ll never let anything happen to his family.

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hello author (＾▽＾)

can I ask you to write vampire reader x human Yjh and Kdj relationship hc i thing it's would be interesting

HI!! THIS IS SUCH A CUTE RELATIONSHIP!

btw this is going to be a healthy relationship, im not a huge fan of writing toxic/abusive relationships ykyk

HELP I DIDN'T REALIZE YOU SAID HC AND IM ALREADY 3/4 IN WRITING EVERYTHING...ITS OK ILL JUST DO BOTH LMFAO

human yoo joonghyuk, kim dokja (separate) x vampire reader

summary: the awful sun...it burns! thus, your lover decides to (somehow) give you a coat that has sun resistance so you can finally step out.

Yoo Joonghyuk is a ruthless man. However, during his regressions, he came to find you, a vampire. And what was so interesting about you is that, you were a vampire before the apocalypse. At first he brought you along only because he found you useful. But then, when he was able to clear more and more scenarios with you, he started to develop these 'strange feelings' he calls them.

Being a vampire was a struggle for you. After all, there were so many people around you, it was hard to resist. you usually drank animal blood from the nearby butcher, but when the apocalypse hit, you lost your supply. But when you met him, Yoo Joonghyuk, everything changed.

Blood is like wine. The more it ages, the better it tastes. So, as a regressor, Yoo Joonghyuk's blood was amazing. Of course, he killed you the first few times he met you, but started warming up.

Now, as the relationship developed, and when you two started dating after, what, 7 regressions? Well, he realized it was hard for you to join him completing scenarios with your weakness of the sun.

He scoffed, "weak." he muttered under his breath as he turned away from you.

His actions were very different though. A week later, he brought a coat that looked almost identical to his, except in a beige color, and with different attributes. Yours made you gain sun resistance.

You cried when you stepped out in the sun, feeling warmth from the fiery ball for the first time. You hugged him dearly, thanking him over and over again.

Yoo Joonghyuk was shocked to say the least. As a man who's unfamiliar with such emotions, he awkwardly patted your back. He never realized how much this meant to you. After all, vampires have feelings to.

headcannons here

he definitely gets the coat first thing when he regresses

since the scent of blood is so strong to you, he will use his coat to wrap you up and calm you down

Where SP exists, YJH definitely gets jealous whenever SP gifts something to you at the exact time you need it.

ur blood bag, he volunteers

every time he regresses, its really weird

like just imagine some super over powered hot guy comes to you and says like-

"Let me be your blood bag i love you" or something LMAOOOO

Nah he wouldn't do that (he probably might)

It would be really awkward though because he'd try to like move the relationship really fast cuz he just wants to date you and hold hands and other lovey-dovey stuff

he's awkward in general

definitely has killed before to give you blood

brought back a bucket of blood once

you didn't drink it because like STDs yk

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Kim Dokja was like a child asking Santa Claus questions about Christmas when he first met you (pre apocalypse btw). I mean, you're just like the characters in his favorite novel!

It was an accident when he found out. I mean its not normal seeing your co-worker drink animal blood and eat raw animal meat is it? And i mean... it was pretty odd everyday when you came to work all bundled up.

When the apocalypse hit, the two of you were both on the train/subway. You were breathing heavily, trying to control yourself. He gave his coat to you and put it on top of your head, blocking your vision. Few minuets later, he gave you a grasshopper to kill.

Later on, after he became 'Demon King of Salvation,' he met 'Mass Production Maker' at the Gourmet Association when they were viewing the scenario and talking.

(I cant remember all they way how Mass Production Maker acts fyi)

"Mass Production Maker sir, I'd like to ask for a favor." It was rare for someone like the Demon King of Salvation to ask for a favor, well unless it was you. "Oh? And what may someone like you ask for from an old man like me?" Mass Production Maker did not take his eyes off the scenario, but you could tell he was listening to the rather newly born constellation.

"There's someone very dear to me who needs a rather special coat...I know you don't really do commissions but-" The Mass Production Maker laughed an old hearty laugh. "My, my, what young love folks like you have! How enjoyable! I like you young man, make sure to stay loyal, I'll do it for free as you helped me earn so many coins from the bet!" (I think that's what happened if I remember correctly?)

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when you two finally met again, Kim Dokja wrapped you in a lovely beige coat, just like his. "What is this?" you asked curiously. "A coat for you to step out in the sun!" You gasped. "R-really?! I can finally go outside?.."

He nodded and dragged you right next to where the shadows met the sun. You stopped, nervous to if this would work or not. Kim Dokja turned around and held your face. "Hey..It's going to work, I promise." He assured you.

[The constellation, "Demonic Judge of Fire" squeals in happiness.]

[500 coins have been sponsored]

"Alright then..." You slowly stepped out in the sun, eyes shut as you waited to burn but-you didn't? You slowly opened your eyes, your senses feeling the warmth on your face. "I'm-I'm in the SUN!" You jumped and hugged Kim Dokja. "Thank you Thank you!" You cried, tears running down your face. You could finally feel the warmth you longed for with him under the sun.

Headcannons!!!!!

Likes to give you blood

wants you to just drink all of his blood, i mean its not like he can't revive

Flabbergasted when you cried when he was dead for 3 days

He likes to hug you because you're always cold (cuz ur a vampire...ykyk)

Had a HUGEEEEEEE cultural (or vampire) shock when you didn't bite his neck but his hand instead

and the silver thing

and garlic

becomes a huge vampire nerd

will correct people when they say something wrong about vampires

outsiders will think HE'S the vampire because of how much he talks about them

likes to be carried bridal style by you with your super strength vampire abilities

first time you two ate together at a restaurant when he knew you were a vampire, he asked for a raw slab of meat with lots of blood

the waiter looked at him weirdly

everyone in the restaurant stared at the two of you

you guys got banned from it

THE ENDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

[emswritingsstuff]

HI can i request dating rosita headcanon 🩷

dating rosita headcanons :

in the beginning of your relationship she would be all over you 24/7, never leaving your side. never ever.

as the relationship progresses she isn’t as clingy, definitely toning it down once she realizes you’re not going anywhere

she loves everything about you, and definitely shows it every moment she gets. if you catch my drift

HEAVY and i mean, HEAVY flirting. you will not know a moment of peace especially if you’re concentrating or working

a little “you look really hot right now” in that scenario

insists on not going to bed until you do, she doesn’t want to sleep alone

plus she loves cuddling, she can’t sleep if shes not holding you and vice versa

she tries to make things romantic and nice if you are having dinner, a lazy day, etc. to her, you deserve to be treated like absolute royalty

its always a struggle because you know, apocalypse. but you love it everytime

if you both get together after siddiq and the timeskip, you definitely help out with coco

taking good care of her when shes sick 🫶

if rosita is angry or upset about something going on, she immediately goes to you. knowing you’re the only one that can calm her down and understand her

picking up a little bit of spanish from her. not really enough to make a coherent sentence, but enough to where you know basic words

but if you already know spanish, having super top secret conversations. aka just normal conversations about everyday things

PROTECTIVE!!! so very protective. she has no clue what she would do if she lost you

probably has taken a bullet for you once or twice. no doubt about it

and if she did, you nurse her back to health :)

teaches you all the stuff she’s learned over the years. sharing the knowledge you know

SO many kisses, morning, afternoon, evening. any chance she gets, you’re getting a kiss. no ifs, ands or buts about it

overall, shes SO lovely dovey and just loves you so much. but will kill whoever messes with you, without hesitation

[wormbraind]

no you cannot be neutral. commit or die

propaganda:

homestuck (@starkid256, homestuck's strongest autism warrior)

homestuck will give you autism. also once you join it you never come back but thats the fun of it. also your worldbuilding skills will improve

dungeon meshi (@thesternest, curator of my dash)

dungeon meshi is one of the best manga i read lately its essentially a really good show and great depiction of how it feels like to be autistic like Laios might be higher than Asa as autism of all time

ward (@victoriadallonfan, professional wildbow shill)

The sequel to Worm, taking place two years after its ending, Ward focuses on a former hero trying to live her life in the post apocalypse Earth, all the while haunted by the demons of her traumatic past. But she’s pulled back into life of heroics by a series of suspicious coincidences and now given the chance to teach a new generation of young heroes how to protect humanity. The story focuses a great deal on mental health recovery, backsliding, and the effects PTSD not just in the life of a superhero but the survivor of traumas many people face in real life. And while the protagonist is a hero, it’s not afraid to show how toxic and potentially dangerous the mindset of being raised in a superhero society as child could have on not just the human psyche, but on human culture as well.

Ward is not for the feint of heart - in many ways far more graphic than its predecessor - but it also has allowed many readers to feel seen by openly discussing theses topics, sometimes through the use of symbolic powers and scenarios. Add in creative power applications, menacing villains, and amazing characters all around, and you have a very heart-wrenching but enjoyable journey ahead of you.

[intotheelliwoods]

The "Hey Ell what on earth did you do to the Huggy Leos™?" Masterpost

There has been a lot of people confused on what exactly had happened the past few updates, so here I am creating a big post that should explain everything that went down!

This will also be added to the main masterpost to help new readers!

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First, how to tell the difference between the Leo's 101.

Let it also be known that in the mindscape, Big Leo has both normal arms, Medium Leo has his robot arm.

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Explanation of the plot, click the links to see their associated comics that showed this:

The Foot existing outside of New York got wind of the key currently being there. Past iterations usually have the clan existing in many other parts of the world, it would not be a stretch for Rise to have the same scenario. Since for example, there are multiple Hidden Cities across the world.

The team made a plan to lure them away from New York by using a fake key.

Raph was an unexpected casualty during the mission.

Out of panic, Big Leo tried to see if he could destroy the key without himself going with it. This is because Raph was also the first to go in his timeline, his actions were out of fear. His plans didnt go very well.

With the key destroyed and Big Leos energy how harnessed by the strange entity, it escaped its box and spread the world. This caused apocalypse 2 electric boogaloo. In my head I have ideas for what this apocalypse was like, however I dont know how or when it can make it to comic form.

Mikey sent Medium Leo back in time to try again. With their timeline now also basically hopeless.

Medium Leo was now sent though the same portal Big Leo once came from in his time. Big Leo is not there because he does not really exist anymore. The events of the movie happened, just add in Little Leo losing his arm in the brief moment he was in the prison dimension, and add a Medium Leo coming out of the portal along with the Little Leo of this timeline.

I promise this timeline is safe! Everything after this plot development is nothing but healing for the characters and finding a way to safe the timeline.

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Misc:

Way more information such as Goop guy backstory is in a later intermission on the masterpost :)

Why was a new villian created for the second apocalypse?

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Friendly reminder that you are free to stop reading after this comic if you are not a fan of the development. That comic was my original planned ending after all before I got swarmed by other ideas I wanted to experiment with

[pendragon-of-chaos]

When the requests where Open again,.we can get a King of Chaos Arthur witha very Shy s/o??

I made it as a small scenario since I thought it would fit better, but ended up being a little bit longer that my usual small scenarios. Still not as long as a full on x Reader, so I don't know how to label it. Hope you like it!

King of Chaos Arthur with a very shy S/O: Small scenario

"Do not fail me. Once. Again."

A slam on his armrest and the reunion was dismissed. Arthur's knights had failed once again in trying to capture the four knights of the apocalypse, or at least just one of them. The king was furious. He gave them powers, clues, advice, and they returned nothing (Or what's worse, they returned defeated by four teenagers)

No one dared to lift their head, Arthur hadn't given the order even if he had finished talking. They knew a wrong movement from their part would mean receiving a punishment, and Chaos' punishments weren't merciful at all

The silence was suddenly broken by the creeking of one door, from where one head peeked shyly, followed by a quiet "I'm sorry!" and the door closing to its initial state

After a few seconds Arthur got up from his throne and walked towards that same door

"You were lucky today, you can go now" He said, without giving them a mere glance. His knights saluted in unison and waited for him to leave the room.

Outside, Arthur walked through the hallway with no expression on his face. That was until his lips turned into a smile when he saw a familiar silhoutte.

"Y/N! My love! ~ "

A flustered girl turned around to face him, playing nervously with her hands.

"I didn't know you were still talking with them, I didn't mean to interrupt. I'm sorry"

"No, no, you don't need to apologize at all. It was my fault, I was taking too long to finish it. But now that is over I can give you all my attention. Tell me, what did you need?"

"It's nothing important really, I just wanted to ask you something. I saw from here a piece of land full of flowers, but I don't know how to get there. Do you perhaps know how?"

Arthur looked at the ceiling and continued walking

"Hmm... let me see which island you are talking about and I'll tell you"

Since Camelot was made from different chunks of land floating around, it offered a wide selection of landscapes. Flower fields, rocky hills, some mountains here and there, even paths surrounded by ancient statues and pillars; everything intertwined with each other. Some of them were easily accesible, others had magical places which permitted the entrance via spells, some were connected by floating rocks that didn't give off safe vibes if you were to be honest

Arthur walked up to one of the windows near them and looked outside, finding the place his S/O had mentioned floating in the middle of nowhere as expected

"Okay, now I see it. It seems like you'll need to take a floating path starting from the big one down there... but maybe I should talk to one of the knights to accompany you, just to make sure you reach the field safely. What do you think? I would do it myself but those knights of the apocalypse have been giving me lots of work lately"

Y/N smiled nervously at the suggestion.

"One of your knights? Is it really necessary? I mean, I don't want to bother them, I'm sure they have more important things to do as you just said"

"Don't worry about it, there's always someone available. What about Pellegarde? I'm sure he will be happy with it"

Arthur looked back to her smiling sweetly, waiting for her answer

"Pellegarde... you see... he's very friendly and all, but he has too much energy... I don't even know how to answer him sometimes. Last time he accompannied me I couldn't stop thinking about how he must have thought that I'm a strange one..."

"I don't think Pellegarde thought about that, I'm sure he thinks you are quite adorable ~" A small laugh escaped his lips with a subtle blush on his cheeks. "But what about Ironside then? He doesn't talk as much as him"

Y/N looked down to the floor, putting her hands behind her back while thinking about it.

"Yeah... but at the same time it's even more uncomfortable knowing he's there, watching, but no being able to maintain a conversation with him... He's kinda intimidating, as if I was doing something wrong the whole time"

Arthur touched his chin with his hand, thinking about the scenario and nodding along her words

"I think I understand it. He takes very seriously his job... maybe Mortlach would be a better option?"

"I guess? But I heard he's taking care of Ironside's son when he is on a mission". She shrugged, looking back to the king.

Arthur arched his eyebrow, still smiling, tilting his head softly in a confused way while separating himself from the window.

"My sweet Y/N, you don't seem to enjoy any of their presence, is something bothering you? Did they do something to you? You can tell me, I can't let anyone hurt you. They will receive their punishment even if they are my most precious knights"

"It's not them, don't worry!" She shook her hands in the air, sighed deeply and spoke with a soft voice while lowering her head. "They aren't the problem. You know I'm not that good at being alone with people and having to make conversation with them... I prefer to just be alone by myself, or at least with you, you are the only person which I can be comfortable and talk easily around. But I understand you are busy most of the time. I hoped you could tell me how to get there and get going by myself, but that doesn't seem like an option so I'll just wait or think about whatever other thing I can do"

"Oooh... so that is the problem, mmh..." Arthur closed his eyes, trying to come up with a solution under his S/O's gaze. "If that's so, I need to check the next appointments and see what I can do. I would let you go by yourself but I prefer going with you"

He opened his eyes and looked at her smiling S/O, giggling to himself and patting her head.

"Thinking about it, it will do me good after all these bad news I've been getting. Well thought my dear Y/N, I wasn't expecting less from you"

[lipstickghoulie]

Walkin’ the Floor Over You

(Chapter Two)

(Lucy MacLean/Cooper Howard, over 5k words, explicit smut. Somnophilia, dubious consent, dry humping, possessive talk, praise, vaginal fingering)

Chapter One found here.

They fell into an uneasy sort of routine over the next couple of days. They would walk, Dogmeat would do typical dog behavior, Cooper would talk and Lucy would trail behind in stony silence.

The majority of the time, he had a suspicion that she wasn’t even listening to him when he spoke.

There would be hours of Cooper yammering on about whatever he could think of to spark a conversation. He started with things that he thought she might find interesting; behind-the-scenes facts from when he had been a star of stage and screen, his tours as a Marine, more articles he had read about psychology and human behavior. When none of it even triggered so as much as a glance out of her, he branched out into increasingly trivial topics; his past dreams of living on a ranch and raising chickens like his parents once had, what the weather used to be like in California before nukes can caused it all to go off-kilter, methods he had used to train Roosevelt to do tricks.

The only subjects he avoided entirely were Barb, Janey and Lucy’s own father. Cooper sidestepped them as gingerly as if they were live landmines that might blow off his feet up to the ankle, even when it left notably huge holes in stories he was telling. It seemed too early, too raw, to touch on family, even if he was trying to goad some kind of reaction out of her. In some way, Cooper was almost afraid of opening himself up to Lucy and talking about Janey only to be met with silence. He hadn’t told anyone about her in years and it seemed like getting frozen out if he did would be a good way for him to shut up entirely. Getting kicked while showing the one vulnerable and soft underbelly that he had left would probably make him give up on trying to build some sort of rapport between them and he was not ready to chance it yet.

Cooper was a stubborn man and confident in his own abilities. He may not have his movie star good looks to rely on as a crutch but he’d wear Lucy down eventually. It’s not that he expected them to become best friends or more-

(Though Cooper’s traitorous brain imagined scenarios where she sighed his name so prettily against his mouth, where Lucy smiled at him like she did by the river bank that day like she was all sunshine instead of storm clouds, where he got to kiss along those exquisite collarbones he saw jutting through her tank top)

-but it would be great for them to get along. It was a long journey ahead of them and god damn it, Cooper had to admit he was fond of the woman. He had survived a nuclear apocalypse, for fuck’s same. He could win her over and dispel some of her irritation at him, he was certain of it. It would just take time and some different tactical approaches. It had been a while since he had to dredge up any of that old school charisma he used to wield so effortlessly in with a martini in hand and a smirk on his face but he wasn’t above attempting to resurrect it if she gave him the opportunity.

One way or another, Cooper would at least get Lucy MacLean to hold real conversations with him by the time they got to Freeside outside of the New Vegas strip, he told himself resolutely.

It admittedly did irk him how little success he seemed to have so far on that goal.

As was common with ghouls, Cooper tended to forget about most of his bodily needs that weren’t revolving around getting his doses of anti-feral medication. Thirst, hunger, sleep… they didn’t affect him as much as before radiation started to take its toll and he could forget to eat or rest for days at a time. It wasn’t usually until he felt dead on his feet that he felt it necessary to find somewhere to bunker down.

It wasn’t until they had been passing some old, derelict remains of what had once been a mechanic’s garage (or at least, that’s what Cooper assumed it had been used for since it had been picked clean of any valuables long ago), that Lucy stopped abruptly and stared him down.

“Mister Cooper-“

“Just Cooper’s fine,” Cooper interjected, giving her an amiable smile when her stare intensified to an outright glare.

With a remarkable amount of restraint considering that the look in Lucy’s eyes was flinty enough to start a fire, she bit out, “Cooper. Fine. As much as I understand that we need to catch up to my father, we have to stop and make whatever kind of shelter that we can muster up. It’s been nearly three days traveling and I need to rest or I’ll pass out.”

Cooper blinked a few times, mentally doing some rough estimations in his head before concluding that she was right. Huh. He supposed that time probably seemed to pass a lot differently for him since he didn’t notice it, especially when he spent a bunch of it yapping away.

Lucy was watching him as if she was prepared for him to argue, to insist they press forward. Her wide, doe’s eyes were bleary and bloodshot, bags underneath them that were dark with exhaustion. She looked even more miserable and stressed than usual and Cooper felt discomfort tug at his stomach, making it sink. Did she really think him so much of a monster that he’d make her debate him over making camp after traveling nonstop for days?

Thinking back to how he had been over water when he had been stringing her up and pulling her along to organ traffickers, Cooper winced to himself. Yeah. He supposed that was actually the kind of opinion of him that he had earned.

“Uh, yup, that sounds mighty fine to me,” Cooper agreed, a tad awkwardly. He exhaled out a long breath and mentally made inventory. He didn’t have a bedroll or anything since he was well used to just sleeping wherever his head hit the floor by now. Maybe she’d be happier if he could find her a place to lay down that wasn’t covered in debris at least.

Lucy’s long, exacting look at him seemed to be taking his measure and finding him wanting. She seemed suspicious that he had given in so easily to her demand to stop but wasn’t willing to push him on it or dig any further on his motivation for doing so.

Dogmeat was on a different mission entirely and cocked her head, staring off into the distance, before yelping and taking off running at any easy lope. She was out of view in seconds, leaving Lucy calling after her half-heartedly and wearily. Cooper didn’t even bother; he knew how outdoorsy these kinds of breeds of dogs were and Dogmeat seemed more curious than most. She’d find them again when she was ready and there was no point in fretting over her in the meantime.

…Though Cooper himself would probably have his head on a swivel to keep an eye out for her if she didn’t mosey back their way within a day or so.

There wasn’t much to this place, anything of value having been stripped and sold long ago. Not even an oily rag remained behind. Cooper did his best anyways, kicking some loose rocks off to a corner and gathering what he could find for branches big enough for kindling. Normally, he’d never recommend lighting a fire at night around these parts out of concern it would attract some some of predator or raider. However, it got damn cold here as soon as the sun started to set, the girl was already shivering and with the heavy metal garage door mostly down, it should be fine enough. He made a sturdy pile of wood and got it sputtering away with a small fire soon enough.

The light gave him a chance to study Lucy some more, though he did so out of the corner of his eyes so as to not be caught doing so directly. She looked depressed down to the bone; shaking even as she warmed her hands over the fire, clothes dirtied and no longer that pristine and crisp uniform she was so accustomed to. She was getting sullied out here by the world as it was above ground, by him. Not that Cooper was foolish enough to assume she had been pure and innocent when she popped out of her vault, but it did give him a bolt of guilt right through his middle that he was wearing her down like waves against rock. She was fragmenting like gravel under all the revelations and indignities and he had been contributing to it too. Lucy had the dejected look of someone who didn’t know if she would ever see her home, her family, again and god only knew that Cooper knew what that was like.

Cooper slipped off his coat, grimacing a bit at the rough, nearly brittle texture of it under his hands. That’s what happened when you went so long between washing your clothes, he supposed, but he knew it wouldn’t crumble apart on him any time soon. Delicately, he folded it into a lumpy square (after clearing all of his chems out of the pockets and putting them carefully off to the side of what he had decided was their sleeping area). He put the makeshift pillow onto the ground next to him as he sat on the dirt/concrete mix. He gestured expansively at the coat. “There!”

Lucy stared at him blankly. No one was ever more done with another person than she probably was with him at this point.

Cooper sighed, frustrated that she was making him explain but he soldiered on anyways, “Listen… you’re already freezing. I run hot, on account of the lingering radiation. You can come lay yourself out over here and get that rest you’ve been whining about.”

Another blank stare, then, “…why do you care if I’m cold or not?”

Fuckin’ hell. This girl seemed dead set on being as difficult as possible.

As patiently as he could (though still gritting his teeth as he spoke), Cooper reasoned, “I didn’t ask you to come along with me to hunt down answers only so you could freeze yourself to death in less than a week, honey. We’re partners in this, even if you don’t like me right now. Don’t be stubborn and hurt yourself to spite me when I’m trying to help you.”

He did mean it, even if he was downplaying the amount of affection he felt for her morose ass. Partners felt like the right way to describe them anyways; equals in pain, in betrayal, in this journey together to get to the truth.

Lucy either must have sensed some sort of sincerity in what he was saying or got tired of arguing and being cold because finally, she came over to his side of the fire. She sat down on the ground nearly a foot from him, working at unlacing her boots and kicking them off. If he would have had eyebrows to raise, Cooper would have raised them as she worked at her jumpsuit next, pulling it off to tuck it neatly in a stack over her shoes.

She sure wasn’t a bashful one, unashamed of laying down in front of him in her undershirt and simple white Vault-tec-issued panties. Cooper tried to turn to face the ceiling of the garage, avert her gaze, but he couldn’t help watching her out of his peripherals again. Fuck. He had seen women in Frederick’s of Hollywood lingerie years back, all trussed up in silk and lace meant to entice and tease. Yet he didn’t remember it being as utterly mind-meltingly hot as this idealistic vault-dweller in filthy cotton who wasn’t even playing at being seductive. His mouth felt dry and Cooper’s throat clicked as he tried to swallow.

It made sense, from a practical point of view, that she would strip down as much as she could to try to collect as much of his body heat as possible. But still, Cooper had to make a concentrated effort not to do something foolish like touch her as Lucy tried to get comfortable by his elbow. She scootched her legs closer until they were nearly tangled with his.

“You are warm,” She mused drowsily, then she was out like a light. Exhaustion had caught up with Lucy after the emotional rollercoasters her life had rode recently and all of the ceaseless traveling.

Cooper had finally gotten used to her smooth, chilly legs being wrapped up with his and was feeling his eyes start to grow heavy in weariness too when she started moving again. At first, he had thought the girl was shifting around to make herself more comfy as the plushness of both of her thighs bracketed one of his own, sighs escaping the pink of her mouth in barely audible whispers. Then, Lucy’s hips started moving, the heat between her legs hotter than the Mojave sun even through the thick fabric of his pants and suddenly Cooper was more awake than he had ever been in his life.

He was no stranger to wet dreams or even touching himself in his sleep. Years of refraining from intimacy other than his own hand would do that to a man. There were plenty of times he’d wake up, his own cock in his hand, trying in vain to chase after some half-remembered dream of some memory from a better time. Cooper knew better than anyone that you couldn’t always control yourself when the urges got pent up and you weren’t even conscious enough to rein them in before they started.

However, as he watched through half-lidded eyes as Lucy ground herself against his leg like a bitch in heat, Cooper told himself that maybe she was somewhat aware. She had chosen to take his offer to lay next to him, was dragging her cunt against him desperately to get some kind of friction. Maybe this was meant to happen. Perhaps she wanted him, deep down, like he did with her.

The kind of man that Cooper had been before the bombs dropped, before being tortured, fucked with, chewed up and spit out by the wastes… that man would have stopped this. The old Coop would have blushed and stammered and woken Lucy up, apologizing all the while as if he had been the one to do something inappropriate. The Cooper who was Janey’s dad and who always believed in doing the right thing would have been sweet but firm, maybe even unfolding the crumpled pillow to spread out his duster to create a silly barrier between them as if it would help protect the vaultie’s modesty. Cooper could see those options as still available to him now, could see himself in his mind’s eye being chaste and virtuous.

Cooper disregarded those thoughts as quickly as they had flitted through his mind.

He wasn’t that man any more. He wanted, he craved, he desired so badly that it roiled in his gut like a tsunami’s waves cresting at the shore. Cooper had been, if he was being entirely honest with himself, lusting after her from the moment she had spit his finger into the dirt. He had clocked her as beautiful as soon as he had first seen her but he hadn’t truly wanted her until the bloody and honest explosion of violence between them. It had been years, decades upon decades, before he had found anyone attractive besides in a detached, clinical kind of way. Suddenly his need felt inescapable, all-consuming, as if it might come alive and devour him and Lucy both if he didn’t do something about it soon, now that he had been made aware of its existence. Why not act on it?

The man that Cooper was before was as half-dead and buried as that thing that Dom Pedro put into the ground and only excavated to cut into and bleed. Cooper was the ghoul now and he could allow himself this with minimal shame. Lucy already thought him a beast; Cooper could be beastly in his own way and live up to those expectations.

The last sign of hesitation from him was the twitch of his hands before they resolutely settled on Lucy’s hips. She didn’t shudder away, didn’t react beyond the same mindless cant of her hips. She seemed to be struggling to get off, poor thing, if the furrow of her brow and frustrated sighing was any indication. Really, wouldn’t it be kind of him to help her out? Cooper’s hands grasped her sides more securely and steadily, carefully, began guiding her movements. As unhurriedly as possible as to try not to disturb her, he rolled her body so Lucy was draped more over him rather than off to his side.

Cooper made sure she was pushing her pussy faster, harder, against the meat of his thigh, flexing the muscles there to try to provide more friction. It had been a long time since he had done this, especially dry humping like some kind of pathetic teenager in the back of their parent’s borrowed car. Some things were instinctual apparently as Lucy’s noises became louder, breathier, shifting from seeping with frustration to pleasure instead.

And speaking of seeping, her no-nonsense cotton panties felt drenched already. Soaking through his clothes and painting his thigh. If Cooper wasn’t already hard, he would be thinking about how his pants would smell like her for a long time after this. It was usually a long time between washes for him since laundry wasn’t something he prioritized so would he catch whiffs of her heady musk occasionally when the wind whipped around just right? He’d rather like a reminder of this night in case it didn’t happen again, something to aid him when he was fisting his shaft over thoughts of her anyways.

Lucy was easy to move like this, slumped and heavy but unresisting. Cooper toyed with the thought of shifting her over his trapped erection, grinding the two of them together until she found completion with him, their cum mixing together through the fabric between them. It seemed almost romantic, in a way, the melding of their essences. God, was he tempted. But he wanted to focus on Lucy this time, make sure she got off without being too distracted by his own needs. He could jerk off later if necessary. Right now, it was more important to make sure she felt good since maybe she’d be less chilly to him tomorrow if she was less tense.

Besides, maybe this would count as a small apology. Here, forget about the finger amputation and the trafficking and the lassoing now that you’re less pent-up (even if you weren’t awake for it)!

Cooper was aware that really, he was making a thousand different excuses and justifications for this but at the end of the day, he simply wanted this. Wanted Lucy. Wanted her body like his in the parody of intimacy, even if she wasn’t aware it was him that she was rutting against. He would take her in any capacity that he could have her and hold on with both hands.

Much as he did now, sliding his hands from her lithe hip bones to the swells of her ass. For such a little thing, she had a nice ass and it felt like the perfect size to sit in his palms as he made her roll her hips down. Lucy gasped out something that sounded like his name, as delusional as that was, and it egged him on to drag her against his thigh even harder. Oh, he felt a gush of wetness on that one and it made a slow grin creep onto Cooper’s face.

“Atta girl, there we go,” He murmured out loud before he could help himself and whether it was his volume or Lucy recognizing his voice, he didn’t know but her eyes started to flutter open. Her eyelashes dancing across her upper cheekbones as she blearily started to freeze, not really sure what was happening.

“Cooper? What’s going on?” Lucy started to mumble, then he felt her stiffen as she took in the scene around her. Her bare thighs trembling on either side of one of his wider ones, her juices soaking through the gusset of her panties and leaving a trail behind on the stripes of his pants like a body of water marked on an ancient map. And, maybe most damning since they were signs of Cooper’s enthusiastic involvement in this situation, his white-knuckled grip on her ass and his eyes clearly open (and wide awake).

Something unidentifiable and panicked crossed Lucy’s face, maybe embarrassment or horror. She was starting to pull back, babbling out some sort of apology. Which was baffling within itself because why was she the one apologizing when Cooper had been groping her in her sleep like some kind of pervert?

Regardless, Cooper wasn’t a stupid man (though sometimes it was easier to pretend he was). He could see clearly what would happen if he let her disentangle herself from him and put an end to this. Lucy would be awkward, weird and even more tense and he’d be back to talking to himself for hours while Dogmeat padded along silently alongside them (whenever the dog found them again).

No dice. Cooper saw an opportunity and like a scorpion, he struck.

Lunging forward, he grasped one of her wrists and yanked her forward so she was laid out over him once more. He shot her a dangerous, wicked smile as he crooned, “Aw, giving up on getting off already, sweetie? And here I thought you were a real persistent kind of girl.”

She seemed flabbergasted, unsure of how to respond, stammering out, “I wasn’t trying to, I mean, it wasn’t my intent to-“

Cooper’s agile fingers crept underneath the edge of her plain, prudish underwear and danced lightly over the frills of Lucy’s clit. It was slippery from how her hole was leaking arousal and was partially curtained behind a thin veil of pubes, unshaven but trimmed, but he found it easily anyways. He hummed in approval that she wasn’t clean-shaven, as if she had done it for his personal preferences alone.

“No matter your intent, here we are. Do you want me to continue? I can make you feel real good, Lucy,” Cooper offered, his voice all low, liquid sin. Temptation and slithering scales in the garden of Eden. Amping up the Southern drawl and hoping the seductive timber of it would distract from the fact that he was a desiccated thing that looked fit for the rad-vultures to pick over.

Maybe it was because he had used her name for once instead of a barrage of nicknames but there was only a beat of hesitation before Lucy nodded. There was something fierce and impulsive in that up-and-down of her head, something startling that reminded Cooper of when her teeth had closed around his finger and chewed through skin and sinew in a scissor-like severing. In the heart of her, Lucy wasn’t shy and timid. She would take things as they came, and adapt… and Cooper, he intended to make her come.

Without any further fanfare, Cooper shifted her body so she was upright, on her knees over him. From this angle, she towered over him and he thought to himself that this felt right. Lucy above him, him below, worshipping her the way she deserved. The way that he should have been from the start, if he had known that she wasn’t all carefully curated Vault cult-babble and was a earnest goddess in human shape instead.

His hands pulled down her panties, helping her rock unsteadily on her knees to get them fully out of the way. Even with there being barely any light to see by besides the crackling remains of their fire that was steadily going out, Cooper could see the way her slick glistened across her pussy, drawing his eyes to her puffy pink lips partially obscured by a dark scattering of hair. God, Lucy looked like all of those old pin-up girl nudie magazines come to life, even in her blood-crusted undershirt and disheveled hair. Cooper could feel pre-cum leaking out of his dick in a way he knew was probably already dotting the outside of his trousers but he couldn’t bring himself to give a shit. Not when he had all this beauty on display, waiting to be played with.

“Look at her, such a pretty pussy, ain’t she?” Cooper murmured admiringly, brushing his leather-clad fingers in a testing manner over her entrance. He was immediately gratified at how her arousal coated the material, showing that Lucy didn’t seem to mind that he hadn’t taken the gloves off. He was sorely tempted to remove them so he could feel her silky flesh under his bare skin but… he had a feeling that she’d have something to say about him reclaiming her finger as one of his own. He didn’t want to risk cutting this encounter short by Lucy bawling him out. Maybe she’d be in a good enough mood after this that he could chance it in the future.

When Lucy’s only response was a hitched breath, Cooper hummed and shifted his hand accordingly, taking it as a go-ahead. The heel of his palm resting against where her clit lived, two fingers moving further to delve into her cunt. Her walls immediately clenched around him at the intrusion and he couldn’t help the low chuckle that escaped him. Oh, this wouldn’t take long at all. He had called it when he figured Lucy was wound tight like a garrote wire.

His eyes flicked up to watch her face and was startled to see that Lucy was looking right back at him. The ghoul had figured it would be easier for her to stay wet if she was looking away, pretending he was someone else, but no. The sizable pools of her eyes were focused on him even as her cunt drooled around his fingers and welcomed them in further. She was fully aware of what was happening and who she was doing this with.

If he didn’t already know that he was infatuated by this girl, Cooper would know it now by how his heart lurched forward like it had gotten snared by a lasso’s loop. She was really something, wasn’t she? And he was going to make sure that she stayed his, even after this whole bullshit business with her daddy was concluded.

He crooned out, mock-sympathetically and cloying, “Aw, poor baby, look at fuckin’ wet you are. I’m going to need a new pair of gloves after this, aren’t I? It’s alright, I’ll take care of you, sweet pea.”

“Do you ever stop talking?” Lucy snapped back, eyes narrowing to slits for a second before going half-lidded and unfocused when Cooper crooked his fingers in response. There was something poetic in the way his radiation-roughened and scraped skin disappearing into the cracked leather of his glove looked against the flawless canvas of her sex. He bet his hands would look equally good cupping her cute little tits if he pushed up the cloth but eh, one thing at a time. Cooper would save it for next time if he was so lucky to wheedle her into making this a regular occurrence.

It was almost funny how quickly the attitude fled her tone when he was making her feel good, much to Cooper’s amusement. Maybe that was the key to them getting along. It was hard to stay mad at someone who wanted to get you off.

His fingers pumped leisurely, enjoying the loud squelching noises that followed and the way that Lucy whimpered when he ground his palm against her clit at the same time. The faintly sweet and sweat-tinged smell of her need hung heavy on the air already and Cooper felt like he could get high off of it as easily as Jet.

“Now, that’s not polite, sweetheart. Especially when I’m doing you a favor by trying to make you less wound up,” Cooper pointed out, tilting his head at her. “Didn’t they teach you better manners than this in that prissy little vault of yours?”

He didn’t wait for or really expect a response, concentrating instead on pushing further against her fluttering walls until-

Ah, there she was. That textured spot on her inner walls that suddenly made Lucy get very noisy, reaching out to brace herself against his chest and not topple over from her kneeling position. Cooper grinned, feeling smug satisfaction burn through his chest at how her lips parted as she struggled amidst the waves of ecstasy overtaking her cute body.

“C-Cooper, that feels good, I’ve never… I’ve never reached climax before,” Lucy confessed, voice as quiet as the wind, cheeks coloring a delightful shade of pink not unlike the shade of her soft little cunt. “I think I’m going to…”

Cooper puzzled this over without slowing his hand’s movements; she didn’t seem like a virgin so the girl must have had a selfish lover or two in her past. This could only be good for him though, another way to ingratiate himself with her further. Another method to wiggle himself into the fissures of her very foundation and make himself invaluable to Lucy so she wouldn’t be quick to dispose of him.

Cooper had always liked to feel needed, appreciated, even before his life went to hell at the direction of Vault-Tec. That was one of the few things even the bombs couldn’t kill, the compulsion as deeply embedded in him as a tree’s roots and harder to kill than a radroach.

“Is that right? Don’t fret, honey, you’re going to come for me real soon. I know how to take care of you,” Cooper cooed at her, accent still all Nuka-Cola sweet and sticky-thick, working absolute overtime to distract and enthrall. “I’m always going to take care of you and this tight pussy of yours. That’s why she’s grabbing at my fingers, isn’t it? Your cunt knows she’s all mine even if you don’t want to admit it yet and doesn’t want to let me go.”

Cooper couldn’t remember if he had ever been big on talking during sex before, especially since it had been so long ago, but it felt natural now. Maybe because he had already been talking her ears off for days, maybe because he meant every possessive word. Either way, Lucy would have to put a bullet in his brain to get him away from her now, as if something in his twisted sentimentality for her was driving him feral and unable to be reasoned with.

Something about what he was saying must have gotten her going though because Lucy’s hole clenched more firmly around his fingers than ever. It reminded him, like most things did, of teeth chewing through skin and exposing the rot, the meat waiting underneath. Part of Cooper hoped that some shreds of him, drops of his tainted blood, had slid down her gullet that day so he could be even more a part of her. He wanted to be more deeply inside of her than questing digits stretching her open and making her keen. Cooper wanted her to gorge herself on him, make herself full and splattered with whatever remained of his humanity that he had left after so many horrible years had hollowed him out from the inside. He’d let her destroy him as long as he was hers, fully hers and a part of her until she was ready to decompose too.

Now though, he was making her cum, Cooper’s name sounding so fucking good being panted like this as her juices cascaded all the way down to his wrist and onto his clothes underneath her jittering thighs.

No one could blame him for being caught off-guard in the next moment as Lucy dipped her head forward to kiss him for the first time. The bounty hunter nearly jolted as her soft lips massaged against his more dry, cracked ones. Not exactly a promise of devotion from her, no screaming oath to the heavens, but his heavy balls tightened as he came in his pants like Cooper was on a hair trigger anyways. He tried not to react while he felt ropes of his cum spurting across his own scarred skin, pleasure fizzling up his spine like a firework being lit, but he grunted into the kiss before he could stop himself. He probably had fucking stars in his eyes when Lucy pulled back, was probably looking at her like some lovestruck cartoon character with their heart beating out of his chest, but he didn’t care.

Lucy herself was even more beautiful than usual, eyes heavy with sleep again but with a little light behind them once more. He hadn’t seen her smiling in what felt like ages but here she was, the corners of that perfect mouth turned up. Cooper returned that smile himself, feeling pleased, victorious. Well.

His tactic of talking her in circles hadn’t really helped but talking her through an orgasm seemed to have worked well enough. Duly noted. Cooper could learn from this and apply it to their interactions going forward.

“Thank you,” Lucy said hesitantly, though he couldn’t tell if it the hesitation was because she didn’t really want to thank a man who had done the sort of things he had done or if it was out of some sort of post-coital awkwardness. Either way, he’d take it.

In a gesture surprisingly tender from him, Cooper lifted his gloved hand (the one less sopping with her fluids) and swept her sweaty hair off of where it was sticking to her face. Airily, he replied, “You’re welcome. Now, we have lots of ground to cover tomorrow, vaultie. You should probably try to get some more rest rather than humping my leg like some kind of mongrel dog and getting a man all distracted.”

She huffed indignantly, mumbling something that sounded like an accusation that it didn’t seem that Cooper had seemed to mind it, but she slid off of his front and back into his side anyways. She brusquely pulled her underwear back on but neither of them seemed too concerned with trying to hunt down water or anything to get cleaned right now, not when it was such a late hour and they were already tired. It would be a problem for their future selves to tackle.

If she seemed more nestled into Cooper than before, one of her slender hands wriggling out to put itself over his heart, then that was no one’s business but theirs. Lucy’s breath shifted to something more snuffling and relaxed as she fell back into slumber not long after that.

Optimism bloomed in Cooper’s chest, like a plant struggling to poke its way out through a crack in concrete to reach sunlight. He had a feeling that they had made progress today and tomorrow… tomorrow would be a new day. He found himself looking forward to it.

[loosingmoreletters]

for the ask game? your current favorite ship, and meeting on a train ride au

this couldn’t ever be anything but an ORV fic

Kim Dokja didn’t want to feel uncharitable, but the last thing he needed right now was his train getting delayed because someone had decided to end their life in such an inconvenient way. There were neater solutions to it, though he supposed jumping in front of a train was at least more effective than jumping out of a window.

But honestly, Kim Dokja couldn’t care less. He just wanted to go home and, well, figure out what he was supposed to do with the rest of his life. Maybe he should just read Three Ways to Survive the Apocalypse again? Even if the novel had disappeared from the website, Kim Dokja had copied and saved a version on it on his laptop at home. He had left the author many comments, been its only true commenter. It was a story written just for him, he could allow himself this indulgence, especially if he would pay for the novel in the future.

And then, finally, an announcement rang out.

Telling all passengers on the train. Telling all passengers on the train. E-Everyone run away… Run…!

What?

The moment the announcement was finished, the inside of the carriage became a mess, people standing up and screaming. Kim Dokja checked his phone, wondering if there was some other news appearing, yet he saw nothing but the usual weather forecast, the random game apps he had downloaded. And then the time switched from 6:59 p.m. to 7:00 p.m.

At once, the darkness grew heavier, oppressing, the weight of the world bearing down on him as slowly a figure emerged.

[The free service of planetary system 8612 has been terminated.]

[The main scenario has started.]

Familiar words rang out and Kim Dokja held his breath as a scene he’d only ever pictured in his head and drawn clumsily in school notebooks blurred into reality. A small fluffy creature floated above their heads and it proclaimed horrors Kim Dokja had seen as his salvation for over a decade. As people needlessly pestered the dokkaebi, Kim Dokja sat still. This was just like his novel. A train, a monster—

Kim Dokja raised his head, searching for the number of the train carriage. Which one had he boarded?

[3707]

Oh.

This story could only have one ending, could it? And it wasn’t one he was meant to see.

The subway became a bloodbath before the main scenario even started. Had Kim Dokja not read this story before, would he have reacted the same way? Would he be smeared against the glass windows now, dead before the story even really began?

Kim Dokja calmly put his phone in his pocket. Only he knew the future and if he was lucky enough, had proven himself faithful enough to his reason for living, then maybe he’d be allowed to live past the prologue.

A small window emerged in front of everyone’s blank eyes.

[The main scenario has arrived!]

The dokkaebi smiled bloodthirstily before it bowed. [I look forward to an interesting story.]

The next moment, the screaming started again. Kim Dokja turned to the left, the very end of the carriage, from where the people were starting to drop like flies. No question then where the protagonist was. Kim Dokja turned to his right. He hadn’t noticed it before, but the person next to him, they hadn’t moved at all either, had they?

There sat a boy, probably not even middle school aged, holding a box of grasshoppers. Wirely, Kim Dokja thought that he’d need the power boost to face the protagonist.

“Let me,” he told the boy and took the box from him. He opened it just so to get a single one out and pressed it into the boy’s hand. “Now squeeze.”

The boy did as told on reflex, his widening a moment later. With that, Kim Dokja had done his part, repaid the debt he owed the kid. Another particularly gruesome scream and a glance towards the left told him he didn’t have much time. Quickly he reached within the box, squishing all the insects and eggs inside.

[You have killed a living thing.]

[100 coins have been earned as additional compensation.]

Rapidly, the notifications rang out, and just as quickly, Kim Dokja invested them, and that not a moment too late as the last person standing between him and the protagonist was easily tossed aside.

Kim Dokja grimaced and pushed the kid behind him.

Yoo Joonghyuk stared at him with cold narrow eyes, as if searching for something. “Unusual.”

Somehow, Kim Dokja couldn’t keep from grinning. “Did that not happen in your last regression?”

It was only thanks to his added speed that Kim Dokja evaded Yoo Joonghyuk reaching for him. Yoo Joonghyuk might have killed more people than anyone else on this train, but it was Kim Dokja who’d win the trophy for mass murder, having killed the most living beings.

“What do you know?”

“More than you,” Kim Dokja replied. “I can definitely lead you to the end of scenarios. Make me your companion, Yoo Joonghyuk. You won’t regret it.”

The protagonist’s eyes widened.

Yes, Kim Dokja thought. This is what I stayed alive for.

[everlasting-rainfall]

PLEASE READ!

Hey, everyone. I'm on mobile right now so excuse any problems with what I'm doing

I have a request for all of you, and it's about requests. I'm requesting you to send more in but of specific types.

Im going through some stuff currently and it's very stressful...

So I'll get to the point. I'd like you all to please send in requests about certain things so I have something comforting to work on.

Im gonna answer them once everything has cleared up and gotten a bit better

Its something to keep me occupied when I'm bored of other things.

Now then the types of requests I'd like you to send in are basically things that bring me a lot of comfort

Ask me about my OC's like something simple like "What are their worst fears?", "How do they deal with *insert scenario*", and "What would happen if *insert scenario*?"

I do have a post about them and I do have a recent post about them that includes their designs. Plus a few old ones that describe in detail.

I don't know if it's in the masterlist though... Sorry!

Also I do have some other new ones too like Esme the Angel whose Nika's wife, Tender the Skeleton whose T-Bones Wife, Dot the Slime Girl whose Paulie and Iceberg's wife, etc

Another thing is to please send in requests for comfort characters of mine. I'll warn you though that some of my comfort characters are probably odd.

Theyre comfort in the sense of big scary evil thing that could and would squash you like an insect is kind hearted and soft with someone...

My comfort characters are the following...

-Figarland Garling

-Joyboy

-Imu

-Nika

-Gorosei

-Obscure Characters (It is always fun to write them!)

Another thing for comfort characters would probably be like platonic/familial yandere scenarios meaning no romance

My comfort characters for these are different of course and they're the following

-The Vegapunks

-The Marines of Navarone (G8)

-Movie Characters

-Accino Family (Ice Hunter Arc)

-Shanks and his Crew

-Straw Hats

-Kozuki Family

-Any Seven Warlords of the Sea Characters

Remember that there won't be any romance for you with these characters if you ask for platonic or familial

Another thing is that I like to write for new concepts. Since I don't have time to explain any of my AU's.

I'll list them off with a tiny summary and let you pick one that sounds interesting. Feel free to ask questions and I'll answer them when my internet is back on

-Crane Game AU

Reaching into a crane game to grav something only to be grabbed and pulled into a plush world

-Love Apocalypse AU

A virus turns people into zombies focused on love, you got it and wound up with someone. What happens when the virus is cured and the person doesn't wanna let you go?

-Fiction into Reality AU

Fictional character winds up in your world and wants to take you back with them

-Mystical Forest AU

Living in a town surrounded by a giant forest on all sides, it's full of monsters and one of the monsters decides they like you.

-Containment AU

Monsters have returned to be the dominant species of earth as humans hurt the earth. Monsters have been captured and it's basically SCP Foundation.

-Pastel Broadcast AU (Beware, this one is based off the Dark Web)

Being sold to someone on the dark web who hosts a pastel and cutesy broadcast where they do typical dark web stuff. You think you're next until they say the new episode of their broadcast is about introducing a new character. You.

-Coraline AU

Self explanatory I feel

-Time Traveller AU

Invent a time machine, go back in time, get mistaken for someone who passed away. Time is slowly modifying to turn you into that person for real.

-Toon AU

Find an old animation studio that brought its mascot to life. The mascot brings you to their world and you slowly are turning into a toon like them.

Those are the au's and you can suggest familial/platonic for any of these by the way.

You also don't have to request my comfort characters if you really don't want to

And that should be all that I have to say. Thank you so very much if you decide to send in a request.

And if you don't then still thank you for reading this.

See you later! And thank you again!

[areadersuncertaintyprinciple]

Lovecraftian Influence in ORV (part 2):

Disclaimer: idk if all the parallels are intentional; I'm not an expert on Lovecraft; this is defo not going to contain all the stuff in detail or even all the stuff coz like I said, I ain't an expert 1. Textual parallels:

Both ORV & Lovecraftian lore emphasize the cyclical nature of time and existence. In ORV, Dokja's regressions and the ever-repeating scenarios of "Ways of Survival" mirror the cyclical dreams of Azathoth. Similarly, Lovecraft's stories often feature ancient entities trapped in endless cycles of slumber and awakening.

The motif of uncaring gods and the dangers of seeking ultimate knowledge is central to both Lovecraftian mythos and ORV.

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. - H.P. Lovecraft

In the mythos, Yog-Sothoth embodies the totality of time and space, existing outside our linear perception. It has the ability to manipulate time in non-linear ways, creating alternate realities and diverging timelines. Imagine a tapestry of time, and Yog-Sothoth meticulously snipping sections and reconnecting them in impossible geometries, birthing new worlds and realities into existence. Similar is ORV's "square circle". Imagine a perfect circle, representing a closed timeline, yet simultaneously containing its own square corners, moments of choice and potential divergence.

Crawling Chaos(one of the names of Nyarlathotep) is directly mentioned in ORV: (look at the phrasing- myths that were prototype of Ways of Survival)

Character parallels:

Most Ancient Dream & Azathoth: This one's a no-brainer.

Both are dreaming entities who shape reality without conscious intent- while Azathoth is a blind god who's unconsciously dreaming up the universe & MAD is a traumatized child who's dreaming up stories as a coping mechanism.

The "idiot god" aspect of Azathoth resonates with MAD too. Both are unaware or atleast have a lack of choice/control. Their dreams & reality itself are in a continuous loop

The "uncaring god" aspect of Azathoth resonates with the MAD's desire for new stories rather than any sense of morality or concern for its creations.

2. Nyarlathotep & Secretive Plotter:

Nyarlathotep is said to be the puppet/avatar of Azathoth while YJH/Secretive Plotter is labeled as the puppet of MAD.

Worldline Jumpers

All black ensemble (silly comparison ik)

Mocking contempt for their "masters"

Nyarlathotep views humanity as playthings, pawns in his game. He's often described as a harbinger of apocalypse, acts on an enigmatic agenda seemingly tied to chaos and destruction. While Secretive Plotter's goal was to meet-kill MAD & end the cycle of regressions once & for all through an apocalypse.

3. The Hounds of Tindalos:

The Hounds of Tindalos are creatures created by Frank Belknap Long and later incorporated into the Cthulhu Mythos. Both the names of Hounds of Tindalos & Hounds Chasing After the Abyss have been mentioned in the text. So, it's a direct reference.

4. Yog-Sothoth the gatekeeper & Fourth Wall+Dokkaebi King

5. Shub-Niggurath & tls123/1863hsy: disclaimer: Lovecraft's work is unfortunately riddled with racist and xenophobic imagery and tropes, particularly regarding Shub-Niggurath.

Shub-Niggurath is said to be the "Mother of All Gods" & we can compare tls123 to her in the same vein as tls123 is the author of TWSA while 1864hsy is the author(or co-author) of ORV. "tls" represents the Korean word for "god" as the keys for T, L, and S correspond to the letters ㅅ, ㅣ, and ㄴ on the Korean keyboard. => tls123 is the author-god of the universe

(tls123 is also kinda similar to Azathoth in having no power over their creations)

6. Randolph Carter & the 0th YJH: Randolph Carter is a recurring character in many stories from Lovecraft's Dream Cycle series. He also features in an unfinished short story called "Azathoth". In Azathoth, Randalph travels through space and time in his dream-form, and is drawn to the nighted throne of the far daemon-sultan Azathoth, the blind idiot god who rules over chaos and creation. Like, Randalph, 0th YJH chooses to regress because he wants to meet MAD

...and that's it for now. I'll add more if I remember. Constructive feedback is welcome but keep in mind: I'm no expert & also a human behind the keyboard.

[amethystina]

If you had to put Yohan and Gaon in a parallel universe, what would it be? Bcs I've been thinking about how would they be in a zombie apocalypse scenario (it's definitely very angst)

I can think of several and my brain tends to let the ideas percolate at the back of my mind whether I want them to or not x'D So, at random, it'll present me with fully formed stories complete with a complex plot and everything that's been slowly pieced together while I wasn't looking.

Admittedly, I haven't thought of a Zombie AU, though, probably because I don't like the doom and gloom of it (she says while having written a 100k Zombie AU for another fandom where one of the main characters is a literal zombie x'D ).

ANYWAY. Here are some ideas that have been living in my brain rent-free for a while:

Soulmate AU:

While everybody believes in soulmates, not everyone is lucky enough to dream of their fated other half. Yo Han does, however. They start during his teenage years, as is customary, and he can't say he's surprised when it's Isaac's familiar face he sees. He's quite relieved, in all honesty, since he'd much rather have a platonic soulmate than a romantic one. It's less messy that way.

Fate proves him wrong the day Isaac dies in that godforsaken fire and Yo Han devotes the rest of his life to avenging his soulmate's death. That seems to be the only way to fill the void inside of him.

But then, just as Yo Han is getting ready to set his ten-year plan in motion, everything gets thrown on its head.

He meets Kim Ga On.

Suddenly, Yo Han isn't sure who he's seeing in his dreams. Is it Isaac or this young, idealistic judge — who Yo Han soon realises has been sent to spy on him? And, even if it is Kim Ga On he's dreaming about, does that truly change anything? Everything has already been set in motion and, soulmate or not, Yo Han wants revenge for what happened to his brother.

And what's to say that Kim Ga On — so brilliant and righteous — would even want Yo Han as his soulmate? His despise for Yo Han is evident so, clearly, fate must have made a mistake this time.

Someone that pure could never love a monster like him.

(Ga On dreams, too, and they're always the same. He never sees his soulmate's face, only roaring flames and a crumbling building. Ga On assumes that means his soulmate is dead. Why else would he find himself trapped inside that burning inferno every time he dreams? Surely he would have seen something else by then if the person was still alive?

Not once does it cross his mind that, maybe, his soulmate just needs to find a reason to start living again...)

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Black Knight AU:

Joining a group of rebel refugees wasn't so much a choice for Ga On as a necessity. He hates to see the suffering around him, people dying from lack of oxygen and food, their numbers dwindling by the day.

Ga On wants a better future for all of them and he'll fight tooth and nail to get it — even if that means tearing down the old world order and demanding a new one.

Fortunately for the rebels, they have someone on the inside helping them. Ga On has never met this person — known only as the Benefactor — but it's clear that he must be from the core district. Only someone at the very top would have the kind of power and influence that the Benefactor does, providing the rebels with information and supplies through the network of deliverymen and military personnel at his disposal. Ga On doesn't know why someone at the core district would want to bring down the very system that keeps him rich, but Ga On will take whatever help he can get.

And then — as if Ga On doesn't already have enough to deal with — things get complicated the day the rebels intercept what they think is a supply delivery but turns out to be a travel convoy. And the man at its centre is clearly from the core district judging by his pristine suit and flawless appearance. Usually, that would make him a valuable hostage, but there's something different about this man.

Not only does he not seem the least bit afraid to find himself in the midst of a group of armed refugee rebels, but he also fixates on Ga On in a way that's downright unsettling. Ga On doesn't understand why.

Nor does he understand why he keeps feeling an inexplicable and wholly inappropriate pull towards the man. Ga On knows absolutely nothing about him aside from the fact that he's clearly very rich, unnervingly intelligent and, as it soon turns out, incredibly dangerous. How can Ga On be attracted to someone so ruthless and selfish?

The only core district dweller Ga On feels even the slightest bit of respect for is the Benefactor and this Kang Yo Han is the polar opposite. Ga On shouldn't feel drawn to him.

And yet, against better knowledge, he does.

And it feels more like a question of when he'll succumb, rather than if.

(This story has everything! Rebels! Eating of the rich! Delicious identity porn! Explosions! Elijah calling Ga On literal trash that Yo Han dragged in from the gutter!

... it would probably also be pretty long so let's hope I don't succumb to the urge to write it)

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Historical Vampire AU:

After Ga On's parents die, he fully expects to end up on the streets and starve to death. Fortunately for him, a local scholar takes him on as an apprentice instead, teaching him how to read and write.

He feels incredibly indebted to Scholar Min and so, many years later, when Ga On is asked to accept a position as assistant to a rich but mysterious lord just outside the city, he of course does so. The position is a mere cover, however. In actuality, Ga On will be spying on Kang Yo Han in hopes of finding out if he's secretly supporting the uprising that's brewing in their region.

More than once, Scholar Min tells Ga On that he must be careful — that the mission is incredibly dangerous. But it's not until he actually arrives at Lord Kang's estate that Ga On understands why Scholar Min kept repeating all those dire warnings.

Not only is Kang Yo Han aloof and deeply unsettling — his gaze filled with something that could only be described as hunger whenever he looks at Ga On — but he doesn't seem to eat, rarely sleeps, and never ventures outside during the day. Only once darkness falls does he leave the estate and, sometimes, he doesn't return until just before dawn.

Before long, Ga On begins to wonder if Kang Yo Han isn't just involved in the uprising, but might also be the cause for the dead bodies that have been found strewn around the city the past couple of months.

And, somehow, Ga On has to find proof to support his theory — preferably without becoming a target himself.

(A.k.a. if you thought Ga On's neck kink in Who Holds the Devil was bad? Think again, bitches)

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Aside from these, there are also the two parallel universe stories I have already started: Gravitational Pull which is basically meant to be a series of one-shots that divert from the original canon by changing one small detail in each installment. And then The Devil's Due which is a Different First Meeting AU where they meet when Ga On is still a teenager and that throws everything out of order (because Yo Han accidentally kickstarts Ga On's gay awakening a lot sooner than usual and, after that, all bets are off)

So yeah. I could probably think of several more but let's stop here for now xD

(And don't ask me why I chose to write these ideas as if they're fanfic summaries because they definitely aren't fanfics yet)

[kassandrasdisciple]

I think I've seen posts floating around about a potential back up to Jon if he died during his markings, but I'd like to make a comprehensive post for why I firmly believe it was Oliver Banks.

Firstly, why would there be a back up? The Web isn't omniscient, their plans can be messed with and they can make mistakes, as we see with Annabelle admitting, her calling Martin in the eyepocalypse was "sloppy". The reason their plans usually don't fail however is that they make contingencies and plan things far in advance, decades if necessary, you can cut many threads of a web before it collapses.

Moving on to why I think Oliver is a prime candidate, firstly his immediate loyalty, the End, means he's not dying any time soon, it wasn't the first power to mark him (more on that later) but neither was the Eye the first to mark Jon. By being an End avatar the Web could keep him on ice for centuries, slowly adding marks, whilst using more suitable but unfortunately more perishable avatars like Jon in the mean time. Secondly the Eye and the End are both very passive, the Eye sees all but doesn't comprehend and the End knows it claims all in time, the Eye was exploited by the Web as it wouldn't act against the mother of puppets in time to stop its grand ritual as it cannot act on the knowledge it aquires, in the same vein if an End avatar was to be used I don't think the End would fight the Web, atleast not like the Desolation or the Stranger would.

The hitch here is that the Eye was comfortable to let the apocalypse slowly fizzle into a heat death scenario, whilst if the End assumed total power it might of been more aggressive, however from how it acts in the show I think it wouldn't create an apocalypse so different from the Eye, it is patient, I don't think it would gorge itself by killing everyone in the new world immediately. Most likely instead of the domains being reset it would just allow victims to die after each act, so not disastrous for the Webs plan, just scaling up the time frame.

On to the marks, going through the supporting characters, Oliver has a suspiciously high amount of marks only being beaten out by the archives crew, namely Martin. I'll make a list and explain my reasonings as I go and I'll list them in how confident in the event being a mark I am. I will note that both Jon's Slaughter mark and Vast mark were very brief and if they count I'm sure some of my less tenuous ones do too. I'll also include references when I can.

The End - the most obvious and unquestionable mark, being the one that propels him to avatarhood.

The Eye - giving a statement to Jon to awaken him from his coma, we know giving a statement makes you relive the trauma in your dreams and he says as such before his statement. (Mag 121)

The Web - in the same episode as his statement Oliver says the Web sent him, most likely compulsion as he says it's best not to fight the mother of puppets, Jon's mark was similarly him being compelled by a Web aligned Leitner. (Mag 121)

The Corruption - whilst giving her statement to Gertrude, Jane Prentiss says she worked in the same magic shop as Oliver, saying he looked at her with sadness and then once with fear, most likely the corpse roots showing him her grizzly fate, I think it's safe to say that the corpse roots, as an extension of the End, serve only to show and provoke fear in their observer, in this case Oliver, not dissimilar to Jon and taking statements. (Mag 32)

The Slaughter - similar to Jane, Oliver pops up in another subjects statement as an observer, seeing premonitions of their fate, this time it's Jennifer Ling, the victim of Grifter's bone where he asked what she was listening too, and likely saw corpse roots coming out of her ears, predicting the affects of the Slaughter. (Mag 42)

The Stranger - we're still dealing with a manifestation of the fears but this time less direct, Graham was the victim of the NotThem in Across The Street and was also Oliver's boyfriend, although they broke up just before Graham got Got. However it's unlikely Oliver never learned of Grahams demise and, once he became more immersed in the supernatural, what really happened to him, I think it's unlikely the NotThem wouldn't of orchestrated atleast a few run-ins as it loves toying with the loved ones of it's victims. (Mag 3)

The Buried - no longer dealing with confirmed supernatural manifestations however it is talked about, in both his statements I believe, that Oliver worked at the Barclay's building before cracking under the pressure and having a mental breakdown, talked about most in Dreamer. We know from Mag 129 that financial debt can invoke the Buried, and when Gerry summerizes the Buried he says it feels like the whole world is coming down on you. I think given the fact it kick-started his descent into the fears, and it's where he starts all his dreams in dreamer, the breakdown was atleast supernatural adjacent if not fully, regardless he still felt the inherent fear of the Buried even if it was mundane in nature. (Mag 11)

The Desolation - the previous entry was actually me prepping you for this leap, all of Jon's marks had a supernatural component so it's unclear if the fear being supernatural is necessary or not, I.e. interviewing a desolation avatar vs losing your home and family to a mudane house fire, the fear is the same but the supernatural is unique. I personally believe it's the fear itself that's needed, creating a specific trauma/phobia of the fear, Jon's were all supernatural just because it was a reliable way to get a specific trauma. If this holds true then Oliver's Desolation mark is easy, the Satalite impact killing not only himself but over a dozen crew and scientists, spreading the Desolation to their friends and loved ones, no bodies ever recovered or laid to rest.

That leaves us with 6 unaccounted for, when I first made this theory I thought the satalite was the Daedelus reentering earth's atmosphere, which I used to neatly cross of the Dark, the Lonely and the Vast, but not only is there no evidence to them being the same, I don't think that would mark Oliver simply because evil money sponsored the space station. The other 3, the Spiral, the Hunt and the Flesh I also have no evidence for, although if the weight of his 9 to 5 didn't class as a Buried mark, the following breakdown might be claimed as a Spiral one.

However having 8 marks still makes Oliver one of the most marked characters, only behind Martin and Jon, the antichrist and his plus one. Also Jon was going to get himself killed or expire within a century possibility, depending on if he would have to body-hop like Elias/Jonah, and so the Web had to speedrun their plan. Oliver most likely would be around for far longer so the Web could afford to take her time and mark him at a leisurely pace, as a back up to Jon if that plan failed.

I hope you have all enjoyed this meandering mess, the word Mark has truly lost all meaning to me at this point, I do think I'm on the right track however as the Web wouldn't put all her eggs in one sac as it were, the only other candidate being Martin, though thinking about it he also had heavy Web ties as well.... a theory for another day. Thank you for reading and stay scared.

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🕷🕸Happy Halloween 🎃 🕯

Rules-

-Asks can be submitted from Oct 26 - Nov 5 (Edit: Halloween week just went from 0 to I'm skrewed so I am leaving these open longer and will answer them if I have time this week but will probably get to them next week...sorry :/)

-The asks have to revolve around Halloween in some way, whether its in cannon celebration/activity or it's like a monster AU

-If you use a prompt/idea from below, you are allowed to use multiple prompts for one request

-There is no limit to how many requests you can send, but if you send alot all at once I may skip to someone else's and come back to yours so everyone gets theirs answered and its not just a block of one person

-All genres welcome fluff, smut, angst, ect. (just know I am in a mosterfucking mood so those are very welcome atm)

-No minors please and thank you

-Lastly, I am a busy person so my answers may be a little slow and I do hold the right to turn down a request (not that I think this will happen but I just wanna put it out there just in case <3)

Below the cut are a few prompt lists incase you wanna send an ask but don't know what to send <3

Halloween/Fall Activities-

Pumpkin carving

Scary movie marathon

Going to a haunted house

Halloween party

Drinking hot coco/apple cider by a fire

Going apple picking

Going to a pumpkin patch

Doing Corn Maze

Making couple's costumes

Making caramel apples

Baking together

Decorating for Halloween

Trick-or-Treating

Want an activity that's not listed? send it in! I probably just forgot to add it lol

Monster/Hybrid ideas-

Ghosts

Selkies

Werewolves

Vampires

Dragons

Demons

Angel

Monster under the bed/in the closet

Hell hound

Gargoyle

Harpy

Jinn

Orc

Banshee

Succubus/Incubus

Siren/Mermaid

Fae

Nymph

God/Goddess

Witch

Shape Shifter

Cyclops

Satyr

Naga

Doll/Mannequin/ Statue

Headless horseman

Arachne

Gorgon

Goblin

again, I definitely missed some, if you don't see it listed here you are more than welcome to still request it!

Scenarios/AUs-

Apocalypse

Little Red Riding Hood

Trick-or-Treating with your kids/siblings

One of you got cursed

One of you is a ghost trapped in a house and falls for the living person

Sacrifice to a higher being/monster

Human x Hybrid/Monster

Stumbling upon monster's secret hidden home

Corrupting a priest/nun

Priestess/Priest x God/Goddess

One person dies and turns into a ghost that haunts the other person

Finding a cat/dog and taking it home but oops its not a dog/cat

Researcher x Monster being researched

Prince/Princess saved from tower by monster/hybrid!knight

Angel x Demon

Or any other scenario/AU you've got!!