#mentioned: machete reaper

[mystical-strawberry-sheep]

Being sweet is fake...? Does that mean Yuka thinks she's fake, too? She said all that while smiling. Was all that talking they did together also...?

Yeah, of course. No one had ever genuinely liked her before, so it was obvious Yuka also didn't. She didn't know why she let herself feel like she did, for any amount of time.

[ren-054]

Honestly I’m super curious what (if any) names people have given the Homicipher characters

I just about renamed everyone to stuff that’d be easier for me to say aside from a few that were either funny or fitting enough (Mr Hugeface, Mr Machete, etc)

Mr Crawling -> Shinya (previously Crawlman)

Mr Hood -> Reaper

Mr Gap -> Peeky (prev Heartman)

Mr Chopped -> Atama (prev Crown)

Mr Silver/Silvair -> Surgeon

Mr Wheelchair -> Shiro (I mostly changed his because while suddenly seeing the name “Mr wheelchair” in the dialogue was kinda funny, I wanted him to have a name not associated with his disability)

And I gave Mr Scarletella a few names as the game progressed

I’ve seen some people mention what they named Mr Crawling so I was curious if anyone else had cute/funny names for them ^^

[respiratory-kristem]

Kris information!!

It's all under the cut :)

@fukuzawa-armeddaddyagency @justsigma-bsd @currentlyeatingrocks

@fedya-the-rat-god @casinoownersigma @purplelockscreen @reaper-beneath-the-moon

@oscarsgallery @sayuutoria

@discourse-on-decadence @futuremafiabossdazaiosamu @the-caged-jester / @juniper-bunch @sugarthebee

TW for abuse, death, substance addiction, mentions to gore, body disfiguration, s/h, violence etc etc

Misc stuff

Derogatory terms he calls himself:

Failure

Revived Corpse

Weapon

Flesh puppet [with a soul]

Puppet

Addict

Monster

Creature

Demon

Empty doll

A thing to be manipulated

Creature of bloodlust

Frankenstein

Corpse puppet

Favorite things / Likes / Things that’ll win him over:

Robert the Lion, his plush toy

Bread

Cold cuts

Cheese

Chocolate cake

Brownies

My Chemical Romance

Sparkly stickers

Trains

Whiskey, wine and beer

Praise

Bubbles

Knives, machetes etc

Really decorated guns

His Nintendo + Video games in general

Five Nights at Freddy’s

The colors purple, pink and black

Sparkles

Gay shit

Feathers

Coffee

Spicy food

Homemade Indian food

Schnitzel

Bunnies

Cats

Oranges, Mangoes and apples

Hobbies / Interests:

Gaming

Singing (but he never does it in front of anyone)

Mathematics

Drawing

Reading

Writing

Painting

Composing music

Weapon collecting

Gun customization 

Ability details

Tendrils act as extra limbs

Can summon about thirty tendrils at a time

Most of them come from his back, he can summon them from the ground in a 5 feet radius around him as well

When not in use, they can take the form of wings but when he deactivates the ability they all disappear. Injuries sustained remained though.

Favorite family members

Fukuzawa (obviously)

Sigma

Karma

Oscar

Atsushi (BEAST)

Extra information

His top three games to play FNAF, Monopoly and Mariokart!! Mario Party Superstars and Super Mario Wonder are close runner ups

He can cook contrary to popular belief. He can cook palak paneer, schnitzel, ramen and idli sambar very very well. He does often set things on fire in the process but it’s tasty!

He can’t feel high temperature. He has no sense of heat

He does start calling his old boss from the mafia “Boss” or his mother “Mama” when he’s in a bad mental state

He loves turtlenecks an unhealthy amount

He also loves chunky booths and certain chokers

He likes emo / punk aesthetics

He loves to wear dresses or fem clothing and does his makeup sometimes

He has worn a bunny suit on several occasions for fun

He will also wear dresses and bunny suits for his boyfriend too

He’s got quite a bit of money from Katie’s will/inheritance

He owns a house in Sweden

His left eye is extremely weak

Behavior patterns

A absolute sucker for headpats and pets. He doesn’t care about the feeling or motive behind them, he will melt into the touch and slowly grow more attached to the person giving them to him

He loves rewards. Food, clothes, anything. He loves loves loves rewards

Doctors make him spiral. Even seeing a long white coat will send him into a panic, and he hates medical equipment

It’s even worse with needles. He sees a syringe, a needle or anything of the sort and he’ll be sent into a panic attack or a hallucination episode

Weirdly he finds some comfort in basements. Because when he was in the basement in the mafia he was “safe” with his box and plush, he couldn’t be hurt by punishments or Boss

He loves cheese. Katie used to only really manage to sneak scraps of cheese, bread and cold slices of meat to him when Kris was forced to starve as punishment, which led to him to viewing all of those as “safe foods” and finding deep comfort in them

He’s used to being called derogatory terms such as ‘creature’, ‘weapon’, ‘monster’, ‘demon’ etc etc so he often tries to call himself those terms when he thinks he’s done a “bad thing”

Dissection was a punishment in the mafia so when he’s had a really really bad day he will gut/dissect himself to punish himself

He drinks a lot after bad days

He spends time on roofs and throws things off of them to release anger and stress

Easily manipulated because he just needs to be praised and given physical affection. Currently working on it

Has bad trust issues but if someone tells him something that feeds into his own insecurities he will believe it after a little convincing

Behavior patterns (fused)

He will grow attached to a person he views as “Boss” and absorb some of their personality traits

He will also grow attached to anyone who speaks German with him!!

He only really eats human flesh when in this state. Any other type of food makes him nauseous and he can only really stomach raw flesh and blood

He has a permanent smile stuck on his face so he uses his eyes and the glow levels in them to show his emotions. Plus when he’s excited or angry or deeply annoyed more black liquid will drip from his mouth

The liquid dripping from his eyes will always be trickling out. It doesn’t matter how he feels, it’s an eternal flow of neon goop

He can’t really feel any other emotion other than all-consuming destructive anger, intense overwhelming joy, or complete and utter boredom or annoyance.

He’s basically run by his thirst for blood and violence, and his need for death and slaughter

He has really spotty memories when he unfuses, being able to remember some things but not others. These amnesia barriers are really frustrating for him

Does not trust anyone. Will only act on his own impulses + bloodlust and orders from whom he views as “Boss”

He genuinely is a monster. A weapon to be utilized for mass destruction

[bonesandthebees]

okay im typing this in my notes app but im reading burning gold

this is just going to be me screaming and going “i like this” so uh yeah enjoy!

THE TREES ARE WATCHING

also i didn’t read the summary or the tags i like to just go in blind (is this stupid? yes do i do it anyways? yes)

okay your descriptions are like heavenly they scratch an itch in my brain like idk the way you pick apart the world and describe it in a way that feels natural is just so eieisjwidj like i always have to take a moment to just read it and let it soak

TALLULAH MY BABY

wall of trees you say 🤨 that emoji is my fav it’s so silly

PEOPLE!

oh a machete! that’s my favorite way to greet people too!

CREEPER MINECRAFTS GRIM REAPER sorry it’s late

ive watched qsmp but habe not watched in a while so im just smiling and nodding as i figure out who these characters are i really gotta get back on that

WUALCIRYI wow way to go with the spelling there. what i meant to say was QUACKITY

WOAH! abandonment and theft that’s wild wilbur

one night stand you say 🤭 ive been using that emoji too much man

PHILZA MINECRAFT!

TILIN

wait why am i reading in silence where is my bg music

i have no clue what’s going on not for lack of the story but because i just zoned out

tallulah and eye contact so something about something yeah go me

AWKWARD EX SITUATION I LOVE PHIL

something something about the gold that was on those trees earlier right maybe something something can’t wait to figure out what is going on

tallulah is not like other girls that’s what im gathering she got that ichor blood presumably bc wilbjr is being dicey af

TOUR MY LITTLE MUSIC MAN

eye balls

GOOD PERSON WILBJR!

wilbjr come close you can tell me *puts ear as close to him as possible*

SHAKES HIM AGGRESSICELY TELL EM

TALLULAH IS INFECTED ISNT SHE

LEABE HER WITH THEM?? THAT IS MY CHILD SHE IS NOT GOING ANYJEUW THEY ARE MY FAV LITTLE PAIR

my darling lil girl infected but alive like a cool kid

OH!

haha how silly… how did that happen? HAHA!

GOLD EYES THE LITTLE CHILDRNE JUST LIKE MY DARLING TALLULAH

TJE tkost tiltin:( WOW MY SPELLING IS BAD IM SO SORRY

yay! happy ending! i love your worldbuilding it’s so aifiqjrjwjfjwdj this was great thank you for the serotonin

this was longer than intended my apologies

- 🪿

I've always thought aspen trees are super pretty but also extremely unsettling with the way their trunks look like they're covered in eyes. I knew I wanted the forest to be an aspen forest bc of how gorgeous aspen forests look in the fall with the contrast of the bright orange leaves and the white trunks, and I thought the eyes in the bark just lended itself super well to the idea of the trees 'watching' everyone around them

honestly going in blind can be very fun I hope it made the fic more enjoyable for you!!

aaa ty I loved playing around with the descriptions in this one shot

LMAO yeah there are a lot of qsmp people here who you might be confused by if you don't watch qsmp regularly or haven't seen it in a while

philza voice: I Know What You Are

I really enjoyed playing around with the foreshadowing and worldbuilding elements of this one. specifically with the gold by mentioning the tree covered in the stuff at the very beginning, but it not being properly discussed till later on. then the little hints that something's going on with tallulah but trying my best not to make it obvious until the very end. a lot of fun balancing aspects there lol

I'm so glad you enjoyed!! ty for giving your thoughts this was very fun for me to read :)

[pardi-real]

Weapon Review Part 2

More weapon ramblings, with the same warning as previously.

Dual wielding cleaver knives

I deemed those were machetes, but now that I look at it again it has a sharp single-edge and kinda looks like something that belongs in the kitchen (albeit elongated) so I think those are pointy cleavers. Or maybe voulges without the shaft. Also Incredibly resembling meat carving knives. Really idk.

With how pointy it is I think he can slice things off very cleanly and with precision

It looks pretty sharp unlike usual machetes (although with enough force machetes can cut well too)

Can defend with X crossed cleavers so it's a cool factor Ig

Need extra force to actually deal damage with one hand each. Not a drawback if Lono is that strong

It can't really stab/pierce because of the curves

Dual wielding these has no benefit whatsoever, no increase in range, speed, or power, as for defense 1 is enough, or actually bring a shield, but actually shield is useless against angels

7/10 it's ok, -1 for dual wielding

Dual wielding battle axes

Looks good to me, it kinda looks lighter than usual (maybe because of the blade shape? Those kinda look like Viking Axes), and it has a knuckles guard to ensure his grip. I feel like he brings two so one of them is a spare. He can keep fighting in the offchance he loses one.

Versatile, definitely a murdering weapon

Dual wielding this makes it possible to deal with closer enemies as well as moderate distance enemies (still short range), but having different weapon like short sword instead of another battle ax is actually better

Quite heavy damage

Not light. And 2 of those. Speed issue is likely

Not durable. And this one looks thinner than usual, might bend/damaged mid fight

Same issue with needing extra force with one hand each 

8/10 wonderful if taken care of properly. -1 for dual wielding

Dual wielding sickles

Please why are you guys Dual wielding the same thing on both hands, at least use a different one in the other hand to make up for the weapon's drawback. Looks stylish with the decorations. (Practical? Nah)

That said, sickles aren't that bad of a choice to dual wield, he can do acrobatic tricks with 2

It's good to spam, so if the enemy is nimble, maybe he can land a hit by spamming

Spamming cuts to cause bleeding profusely is also plausible… if angels can bleed

It's actually light

It has short range, and even if he throws it, it's unlikely to be fatal and risks losing his weapon, unless… boomerang it (mad skills)

Low range of attacking movements, the sharp edge is inside, so he'll be focusing in offense the entire time

Because of its short range, Lamli always has to get close to angels. So dangerous.

Wait... the blades are worn out and chipped... It would make it more fragile and might snap out of nowhere.

5/10 Unsafe, so risky. +1 for this one is actually not bad to dual wield

Scythe

Very cool and super intimidating as it gives off grim reaper feels. If I were a villager in the Ep. 1 Main Story (about the grim reaper that appears in the graveyard when raining), I'd think Lucas is the terrorist. Wait come to think of it, where do they put their weapons when traveling? This scythe is so huge. And does Ammon carry around that barbed whip? Do they torture the horse carriage with their heavy weapons?

Fictionally can do things ala Kite HxH (huge range and to multiple enemies) or fantastically, scythe Boomerang. (Ain't no way, even mad skills won't help)

Did I mention it looks cool?

It deals fatal damage, like to decapitate or to cut something in half. Actually it's harder to inflict minor injuries with a scythe.

Scythe usually has the sharp edge inside and maybe on the tip, so Lucas has to do a set of specific movements for the attack to hit. And swing it a lot. Even if it's double-edged(unlikely), the movements he can do is still limited

Risking enemies get near while doing the point above

War scythe exists, which has improved blade placement for easier hit, but this scythe looks like a regular ol' scythe so 

Looks and probably is very heavy because of the sheer size

Few utility and can't really parry/defend with this, but considering angels don't use weapons–there's no need to, but what if the enemies are armed people

Edit: wow I just realized it after posted this that the Scythe in the picture actually looks darker inside (concave-side) instead of outside??? It's reversed. If it's not a drawing mistake, then this scythe is unusable and won't be able to pull of the decapitation/cutting because lacking momentum and just be an impractical polearm. (It's definitely an art mistake, 99% sure)

3/10 I actually can only put 3 good things in the points so yeah. +5 for being a madlad weapon and feeling bad for giving it lower score than the barbed whip

Most of the weapons they use are single-edged imo. Single-edged blade accommodates better chopping, durability (double-edged blade is prone to breakage), and easier maintenance because less risky to cut yourself. Looking at the swords, I think it's only Bastien, Haures, Teddy, and Yuhan with double-edged swords?

And Flure with his rapier.

Katanas are single-edged swords but apparently Yuhan doesn't seem to use a katana…? (I didn't expect that)

Yuhan seems to use a tsurugi.

Part 3 would just be swords + rapier but when I feel like it

Weapon Review part 1(?)

Warning: will describe what weapons do

Let's review how well the weapons fare against angels and what they're gonna do with it. By your local akuneko brainrot patient (me). The bonus points aren't really counted.

The types of weapon listed here are unofficial and merely what I think they are.

I'm pretty sure the weapons aren't scaled in actual size in the pictures because Lucas's scythe definitely looks bigger in-game and Lato's daggers aren't that big.

Daggers/Combat knives

I was searching for materials regarding why daggers over swords for research purposes, but then I remembered Lato uses daggers too. Daggers are so cool.

It's lighter than swords and should increase his agility

And it has holes, holes on blades to reduce weight (usually) so further increase in agility

It's perfect for stabbing and easy to carry

Maybe he can throw it because he has multiple. Requires mad skills tho

The hilt makes it look like a trench knife (maybe it is, idk)

It mainly stabs. Too short for fatally slashing (different story if he wanna torture or something) What he gonna do, stabs angels eyes? Actually do angels have the same vitals as humans? Then he can just stab their hearts

Generally lower damage and shorter range than swords

I wish the blades were serrated to make it cooler (+ easier to tear off limbs)

7/10 +3 from being cool

Double-bladed polearm

Looks graceful to me. Polearms aren't for throwing because they're longer and heavier than spears.

With blades like that I think Berrien can use it for stabbing, except with more force because of the momentum

Looks like it can slash too but I don't think it's effective. It may be a quick attack but it needs space to do a rotation. Maybe it'll do well when surrounded by angels and that's when double blades come into action, he only needs half of the rotation, maybe less if there are many angels but not enough damage Imo

It definitely has long range

The long shaft can drive away things, defend, and maybe for bludgeoning too just like what a metal pipe would do *insert falling pipe mp3 here*

Hard to use in a cramped space

Double blades like that is actually quite heavy, and he should be rotating/thrusting that around

Actually would get Berrien in big trouble if an angel closing in

8/10 it's good. I like how he stores it under his bed

Double Ax/Labrys

Practically, the point of Double Ax is so that the blades can have different degrees of sharpness. Lumberjacks can use one side for felling and the other for limbing. But Fennesz isn't a lumberjack so you know whose limbs,

Definitely dishes out big damage

Labrys is a symbol of power, it should looks intimidating, it sure does but I don't think angels can feel intimidated (if they feel anything at all)

There is a lot Fennesz can do with it, it's primarily for chopping/hacking but it can also do thrusting, hooking, slashing, and so on. For maximum damage he can do an overhead strike... No wait I just realized this Labrys has longer shaft than usual

Increased reach I guess

It's heavy, no matter how strong Fennesz is, it might drain his stamina

Create openings especially when gaining momentum

He'll get in big trouble too if an angel closing in

7/10 DPS enough ig, +3 for being pretty and loosely looking like a butterfly

BFS

Look at that extra-broad broadsword. I wonder which one is heavier between this and the double ax

Big damage but with speed, Bastien is known for his insane speed

What else does it do other than damage…? It looks very cool I guess, like a shounen protag or Guts or Cloud

Just like usual sword it's good for stabbing, thrusting, slashing, piercing, etc but because it's wide it can be used for shield too maybe

Heavy

Despite the speed he still leaves openings and results in plot-points. What a deadly weapon

5/10 too deadly +2 for shounen

Thorned/barbed whip

What was Ammon thinking when choosing this? It's less of a killing weapon and more like a torture device. Looks very aesthetic tho since it resembles a rose

Can make the opponent bleed profusely. Can angels actually die from blood loss? (Do they even have blood…?)

Long range, and can keep angels from getting closer

It's noisy so it can intimidate & scare things away. Again, if they can even be scared at all

Fictionally it can be used to tangle, trip, or holding enemies in place ala Indiana Jones with his bullwhip (requires mad skills)

It barely does any fatal damage

Difficult to control/aim

With it barbed, it's more likely to cause accidental self-injury. Or injures companions. Unless he's really really skilled… Well, I sure hope he doesn't train often. *Insert uncanny mr incredible png*

Then again it would be difficult to not harm any companions in a cramped place

It can't do any slashing, thrusting, hooking, or literally other type of attack, it mostly whips

Also would get in trouble if an angel closing in

4/10 it's cool but impractical, +3 for being pretty

You know what, I know way too little about angels or maybe I just don't remember

Maybe to be continued in part 2

I started writing this for no reason so yeah why not post it.

[mayumiiyuu]

HI 😊

I am back again to put in a song request fic thingy. And I saw that you mentioned that you feel like you've been neglecting the ever so lovely Robin Buckley, I have a fic idea for her 💞

Ok, so the song is Sidelines by Phoebe Bridgers. Specifically the lyric, 'then you came into my life, gave me something to lose.'

And it's just so angsty and they're in love and the whole mess of the lake gate upside down thing happens and they think they're gonna die 😭 but then they get out and they have a really emotional moment in the kitchen of Eddie's trailer

I hope this made sense lmao

r. buckley || sidelines

A/N: anon, I love u and that amazing brain of urs but good god how do you expect me to write something inspired by a phoebe bridgers song without collapsing to the floor and crying?????? also i tried like,, not to make it too angsty bc im not trying to manifest any character deaths :'D

Robin x wlw!Reader

tw: slight mentions of throwing up, mentions of death (nothing too intense tho), slight angst to comfort, spoilers for stranger things s4 (and season 1, 2, & 3,, but tbh why are u reading this if u haven’t seen any of them?)

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You had never been afraid of death.

After all, you had stared death in the face and simply flipped the grim reaper your middle finger as you survived time and time again along with Steve, Dustin, and the others. You were right there with them from the very beginning, from the day Will Byers had gone missing, you were the only person who gave Joyce the benefit of the doubt when she revealed to you the lights and the letters she had painted on the wall, telling you that Will was somehow communicating to her. Then came the demogorgons in all their unholy wrath, that you fought off fiercely; you remembered the way your body had reacted before your brain did, soaking a machete with gasoline before setting it on fire to ward off the borderline demonic creature.

You were there for the demodogs, the dark dust cloud that had somehow possessed Will, fighting yet another hoard of monsters while simultaneously keeping a watchful eye over the kids, and the new addition to your team: Max. You were there when Billy showed up, brass knuckles you had stolen from your father decorating your fingers as you threw him a punch to the gut, causing him to keel over in time for Max to inject him, knocking him out.

You had begun working at a JCPenny when Starcourt opened, using your job to your advantage as you listened to people’s conversations while you organized and laid out clothes, running to Scoops Ahoy to feed Steve and Dustin any intel.

That was when you met Robin, Robin Buckley, with her short strawberry blonde hair, pretty blue eyes that you swear you could get lost in; like lying on your back as you floated in the ocean, relaxing at the sound of calming waves. The way she often rambled made you smile, the simple way in which she just talked with that raspy, upbeat voice of hers sent your heart aflutter, she was too cute.

In those initial days of knowing her, giggling at her sarcastic, snarky jokes that always seemed to be directed at Steve and his inability to get any action, pacing around the back room of the ice cream shop during your lunch break as the two of listened to the Russian recording in an attempt to decode it, you couldn’t help the growing affection you had for her.

What started out as a soft spot for her turned into fierce protectiveness as the three of you were strapped to chairs by Russian military. You remembered how you screamed at them when Robin and you were taken to a separate room away from Steve, how you kicked and strained at your restraints whenever they had attempted to do something to her.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch her!” You yelled so intensely that your throat felt rough afterwards, momentarily stunning the Russian officer.

Once the three of you had escaped, you sprinted to the bathroom first, throwing up your insides. As you heard Robin barf, despite your own nausea, you needed to ensure she was okay, so you stood up and walked over to the stall she was in, you knelt beside her on the floor, held her hair up as she vomited, and rubbed her back soothingly.

The three of you had sat on the floor, after the heart to heart the three of you had when you had been captured, another one was set to ensue as Robin asked you and Steve if you had ever been in love before. You remember Steve’s answer, obviously: his ever lasting love for Nancy Wheeler. Meanwhile, you couldn’t help but fidget with your clothing, shrugging at your words: “I don’t think I’ve ever been in love before, but uh, there’s this girl—“

Robin’s eyes widened at your words, while Steve had remained neutral, he was the first person you had come out to, after all, he was your best friend, and he was there for you as your cried about your fear of being unable to find love in the conservative town of Hawkins.

That was when it was Robin’s turn to speak. You couldn’t help the feeling as your heart sank when you had discovered she had a crush of Tammy Thompson. You spirits were immediately uplifted as Steve joked about her, calling her a muppet.

Soon, the battle of Starcourt had ensued. You looked on in horror as Billy had sacrificed himself, turning your gaze away at the terrifying scene before you.

And for while, you were at peace, despite the nightmares and images from the past haunting your mind at night, it all faded away whenever you hung out with Steve and Robin. For once, the three of you could act like normal teenagers, using the jobs you guys had at Family Video to rent out the best movies to watch at either of your houses, curling up next to Robin as you feigned fear whenever you watched a horror movie. You were most definitely not a scaredy cat, of all the things you had to endure the past three years? Bitch, please. But you found any excuse you could just to be next to her.

In spite of your feelings for her, you couldn't help but keep it all in, too afraid to ruin the wonderful friendship you had with her. So you stood on the sidelines as you watched her snicker with Vicki during the basketball game, swallowing the lump in your throat when you saw her smile for someone else.

Now, things happened as they always did: they took a turn for the worst, as news upon students’ murders overtook the once quiet town of Hawkins. Yet another mystery for you all to solve as you had made it your mission to prove Eddie Munson’s innocence. Amid curses from an evil, grotesque being called Vecna, you had somehow managed to go through it without a hint of fear.

Until you had managed to find yourself in the Upside Down along with Steve, Nancy, Eddie, and Robin.

As soon as Robin jumped off the boat, you dove straight right in after her.

While you fought the demobats, you swung your weapon just in time before it had attacked Robin. In that moment, for the first time in your life, you had felt fear crawl up your spine. That was when your head filled with countless thoughts, anxious and worried about what would happen to the five of you, to Robin, in a place that was neither here nor there, a place that only feigned familiarity to mimic a darker, more dangerous version of Hawkins.

As the group traversed through the darkness, you couldn’t help but lace your arm through Robin’s, a gesture that would ensure her safety with her next to you.

Robin had noticed this, glancing in your direction with concern.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just—just stay next to me, okay?” You say, holding her closer.

As your thoughts swarmed your head, one thought stuck out in particular: what if Robin would be Vecna’s next victim?

You pushed the thought away, shoved it to the very recesses if your mind, but for some reason it always managed to make its way back to the front Your eyebrows furrowed as you chewed on your lower lip, running your mind through what Robin’s favorite songs were, god forbid it would ever come to that. Through any and all danger that came your way, you vowed to yourself that you’d be the one bleeding on the ground before anyone or anything so much as harmed Robin. You would be there for her, protect her as much as you could, even if it was the last thing you would ever do.

Another quake has the five of you struggling to stand, the force of the shockwave caused Robin hurtling towards the ground—curse her inept coordination—but you moved just in time, wrapping your arms around her head, twisting yourself around so that she fell atop you and not the hard ground below you.

“(y/n), thanks, but um, you—you can let go now.” She had stuttered, only for you to realize you had been holding her longer than you should have, even after the tremors had ceased.

“Sorry.” You mumble as you release her. She held her hand out towards you, helping you up.

Her fingers interlace with yours, and she doesn’t ever let go even when the group continues their way towards Nancy’s house.

You weren’t scared of death. You weren’t scared of anything.

But as you glanced around the hellish world the five of you were stuck in, eye peeled for any impending danger as red lightning flashed through the sky, with Robin squeezing your hand whenever she heard even the faintest noise that could signal trouble, you felt adrenaline course through your veins.

Now you had found out your one and only fear: losing her.

After you had made contact with the others on the other side, the five of you biked towards Eddie’s trailer.

You can’t help the grin on your face, relief washing over you as the makeshift rope Dustin and the others had created drops down into the world you were trapped in.

You gestured for Robin to go first, ensuring that she would be safe, even in what seemed to be the last leg of your journey. You watched her fall on the mattress, exhaling in solace that she was finally out of this hellhole.

It was your turn to heave yourself up, and as soon as you reached the other side, landing on Eddie’s mattresses, you got up and made your way towards Robin who was by the kitchen sink, staring blankly at the wall.

Anxiety takes over your senses, you feel the hairs on the back of your neck prickle with panic. “Robin? Robin!”

She snaps out of her thoughts as you called out her name. Another wave of relief hits you as you run into her, enveloping her in your arms.

“Woah, (nickname), you alright?”

“Don’t scare me like that.” You mumble against her shoulder, tears brimming your eyes as all your anxieties make their way up the surface.

“Hey, I’m okay, see? I’m fine, it’s okay.” She says comfortingly, stroking your back to soothe you.

You pull away from her, but your arms never unwrap themselves from her waist.

She brushes your hair from your forehead, furrowing her eyebrows with concern.

“What’s wrong?”

You shake your head. “It’s just—with everything that’s happening, I’m, I’m just,” you stammer, taking in a deep breath to prevent your tears from spilling. “I’m scared, Robin. I don’t want to lose you.”

Robin’s eyes soften at your words and cradles your head so your face is tucked into where her neck and shoulder meet.

“It’s, it’s scary, I know, this isn’t like anything we’ve ever seen before. But hey, aren’t you the badass gal who fought a demogorgon with basically a flaming sword? The same person who tore through the Mind Flayer’s flesh, I mean, you literally just took down three demobats on your own, you’ve got this.”

You shake your head again, holding her closer to you.

“It’s different now, Robin.” You mumble against her skin, taking in her scent, memorizing it, in case of the worst case scenario.

“How is it different?” She mutters, smoothening out your hair.

You pull away slightly, a single tear makings it’s way past your cheek.

“I have so much more to lose now.”

“What do you mean by that?”

You sigh, through everything that was happening, it was not or never.

“I have you, now, Robin. And I never want to lose you.”

At your admission, Robin’s eyes widen slightly before going back to their original shape. Throwing all inhibitions away, she leans her forehead on yours, wiping your tears away with her thumbs.

“You’re not going to lose me, I promise.”

“And I’ll make sure of it,” you say with conviction before swallowing. “Even if it’s the last thing I do.”

Her eyes fill with sadness as she takes your hand in hers.

“Don’t say that, (y/n), we’ll be fine, we always end up fine.”

“But this isn’t like those last times, the odds are stacked against us and if we have to face those odds I am more than willing to die for you—“

“Screw the odds!” Robin exclaims. “I’m not losing you, either. Never. So please, stop thinking like that, it hurts me when you do.” Her voice shakes, cracks, as she utters out those words.

You lick your lips, nodding silently, you would never want to hurt her.

As you stare into her blue eyes that you swear you could get lost in each time you looked, she closed the gap between the two of you, placing her lips softly on yours, and you return the gesture.

In that moment, your mind finally quiets, your worries cease. In that single moment there is quiet amongst the chaos, there is light in the darkness, because Mindflayer or Vecna be damned if they ever came between the two of you.

As her lips gently move against yours, there you two are, just two teenagers holding each other lovingly, illuminated by the kitchen light. Not fighting for your lives, not risking it all for the greater good, just you and Robin.

Your Robin.

[wrxthfulguard]

W.I.P: Events in Unnamed Twisted Wonderland AU/Subverse

(Note: Both the AU and Subverse have different versions of Don, spoilers for Twisted Wonderland)

After settling into Ramshackle Dorm, Don starts his new duties in Night Raven College as its sole security guard while learning about the world he ended up in.

(Events in-game)

The Culinary Crucible/NRC MasterChef

- In both Subverse and AU verses, Don is asked to be a judge for the event, accepting without hesitations.

- He also unofficially serves as the kitchen’s supervisor/guard, sometimes giving whoever’s participating in the kitchen some tips on cooking.

- At the end of the event, Don offers to teach the participating students on his cooking from his Southern culture, internally glad to share a taste of the South with those who are interested in it.

Beansfest/Happy Beans Day

- Due to being a staff member of NRC, Don can’t compete in the event, instead assigned by Crowley to be an official/referee for this.

- To avoid being mistaken as a member of either the farmer or monster teams, Don is given a custom-made all-black variant of the beans camo uniforms, although his uniform is more inspired by techwear/military/tactical gear (Along with NRC logo patches to make it official).

- For some reason, Don is given a magically-enhanced kukri machete knife to defend himself against some of the magical items that are permitted for the event, unsure why he’s given it until he uses it to cut down some stray bean shots that were accidentally aimed towards him, making them disappear into thin air or stray wisps of magical smoke.

- The knife is enhanced with Don’s smoke powers in the Subverse, making it a deadly weapon alongside his smoke-made chains.

Fairy Gala: Operation Steal the Show/Festival of the Spring-Calling Fairies

- In both the Subverse and AU verses, Don wakes up to Ramshackle Dorm suddenly having desert-heat temperatures, getting a call from Crowley to come to his office, where it is sub-zero cold.

- Don is asked by the headmaster to be a meditator to the dorm leaders of Savannaclaw and Scarabia, later assigned to assist Ruggie in retrieving the fairy crown which contains the magestone used to regulate the temperature of the campus.

- Subverse! Don mentions that he had training as a proper gentleman in his past alive life (which also includes ballroom dancing at galas as a former cop before the undead apocalypse), having some of the skills retaught to him by Alastor’s fellow ally and friend, the overlord Rosie in Hell while working at the hotel.

The Phantom Bride: Love at First Fright/Ghost Marriage - Proposal of Destiny

- While doing the weekly cleanup duties in Ramshackle Dorm, Don and Grim are confronted by a group of formal-wearing ghosts who kick them out of the dorm so they can use it as a guesthouse for a princess.

- Don learns from Crowley about the princess, who is a ghost bride seeking out her potential bridegroom to wed, using Ramshackle Dorm as a guesthouse.

- In both Subverse and AU verses, Don manages to gather his gear used for his investigation work, although AU! Verse Don blames his penchant of being a magnet to the paranormal for causing the sudden eviction of both him and Grim.

- The situation becomes a case for him to solve when Ortho Shroud arrives at Crowley’s office to inform him that Idia was kidnapped by the ghost bride to be wed against his own will (And in Don’s perspective, see to it that the ghost bride is to be banished to the afterlife for not respecting Idia’s consent, and showing his deep dislike of amatonormantivity in the process.)

- Subverse! Don treats the eviction of Ramshackle Dorm and the NRC’s cafeteria as a use of force to claim territory, something he doesn’t take lightly due to what he went through in his past alive life.

- Both Subverse and AU verses will have Don requesting to be dressed not as a potential suitor, but as the Grim Reaper, who comes to reap the ghost bride’s soul and punish her for her actions... Be what she fears more than just not finding her potential bridesgroom... Death itself.

Wish Upon a Star/ Wish Upon a Star ~Dance and Wishes~

- Don and Grim are introduced to the campus’ Starsending event, being told of its origins (an old tale that is based off the tale of ‘Pinocchio’) via their allies in Heartslabyul (Ace and Deuce).

- Both Subverse and AU verses have Don and Grim being asked by Crowley to help the stargazers (Deuce, Trey, and Idia) gather wishing stars from the students to help decorate the wishing tree located at the woods behind the campus.

- Subverse! Don is a bit conflicted on what his wish should be (Wanting Charlie’s dream to become a forever reality or perhaps finally find a way back to Hell without dying a second time), AU! Don considers wishing for a way back home so he can continue his undercover work and fight to end all injustice and corruption... Both verses have him deciding to give his wish to Grim since he’s a student by technicality (As Don is only a staff member and is his ‘handler’).

- Along the way, Don’s usual outfit is modified a bit to fit with the attire that the stargazers have to wear, learning of the ceremony in where the stargazers must play taiko drums and dance.

Camp Vargas: Exercise in Survival/Spring Happening

- Coach Vargas tells all sports club members on campus that they must attend a three-day training camp to build up strength, but face disbandment of their respective club if they fail to complete three of the camp’s challenges.

- In both Subverse and AU verses, Don is recruited by Crowley to be the camp’s record keeper and photographer alongside Grim (Due to Don being given the Ghost Camera at the end of the events of the prologue chapter).

- Subverse! Don utilizes his skills in surviving the undead apocalypse in his past alive life to assist the club members in their challenges, mostly providing advice since he’s not allowed to physically help them in their challenges (This rule also applies to AU! Don as well, his skills mostly coming from previous cases back in his world)

- Halfway into the camp, some students begin to disappear under mysterious circumstances, which leads Don to start an sudden investigation into the disappearances... What he learns next leads him and the remaining students into a fight for survival without any magic or technology.

A Twisted Halloween: Terror Is Trending/Scary Monsters! ~Screaming Halloween Show~

- In both Subverse and AU verses: After a day of classes/duties, Don and Grim return to Ramshackle Dorm suddenly decorated with lanterns and a replica of a long (the Chinese dragon), learning from Lilia Vanrouge and the ghosts of Ramshackle Dorm that the decorations are for Halloween, a day in where ghosts are at their highest peak of power to traverse the living world for various reason on that holiday.

- Subverse! Don tells Lilia, the ghosts, and Grim that Halloween is celebrated not only in his living world (Although his memories of his life before the undead apocalypse are in fragments), but also in Hell, as many demons are also summoned to the living world for various reasons, but are free to roam among the living on that day.

- He also warns Crowley to ask for permission first before using Ramshackle Dorm for events, adding in that he must be informed beforehand to avoid walking into a situation like this next time, but does allow Diasomnia dorm to use Ramshackle Dorm for Halloween.

- Learning that the campus will be open to visitors for a stamp rally, Don decides to help monitor the rally, as unexpected visitors suddenly come to disrupt the rally week.

- With the unexpected visitors comes the news that the final day of the rally, the Halloween Feast, will be canceled, Don and Grim must work with their allies in NRC to prevent this... While keeping the Halloween spirit alive.

(Don’s Halloween costume in both verses is based off The Hunter from Bloodborne(1)(2)(3), telling his allies that he got the idea for his costume after reading a tale of the Hunter’s journey in a history book in the campus’ library)

A Twisted Halloween: Spectral Soiree/Scary Monsters! ~Endless Halloween Night~

- At the end of the Halloween party at NRC, Don and the NRC students turn in for a well-deserved rest, but before things can go back to normal, students are suddenly vanishing out of nowhere... And the night does not go into morning, causing everyone to be stuck in a endless Halloween night.

- Before the remaining students and Crowley can head over to Ramshackle Dorm to ask Don for help in leading a investigation into the strange events, he and Grim are nowhere to be seen... For the both of them have been among the vanished victims.

- A mysterious invite to a party is the only evidence found, and so the remaining head off there to investigate.

- In both subverse and AU, Don is inactive in this event due to being one of the vanished victims, so the event proceeds as in canon.

A Firelit Sky: over the Sands/Scalding Sands' Al'ab Nariya

- Don and Grim drop by the Scarabia dorm to inform Kalim and Jamil that Crowley has granted permission for the both of them to access the Dark Mirror, learning that both of them are returning to their home in the Scalding Sands for a fireworks festival, and that Kalim’s family was chosen to help manage the festival.

- In both subverse and AU, Don is invited to the festival by Kalim, accepting it on the terms that he would come as a chaperone while serving his duties as Grim’s ‘handler’, much to the dismay of Jamil.

- This would be Don’s first time traveling outside NRC, getting the chance to explore a land outside the Isle of Sages.

- Upon learning that Lilia Vanrogue will not be joining the trip due to stomach issues, Malleus would be joining the trip on his own... Without his retainers guarding him... Don quickly resolves this by volunteering to be his stand-in bodyguard until the trip was over, both Jamil and Malleus accept this (Malleus on the opportunity to spend time with Don since the two only see each other on their late night chats outside Ramshackle Dorm)

Twisted Tsumderland

 - In both Subverse and AU, Don discovers a group of mini round plush toys that are sentient and resemble some of NRC’s students, with Crowley calling them ‘Tsums’.

- Don is asked by Crowley to help the students watch their tsum counterparts until he can find a way to return them to where they came from (Don was asleep when the Tsums arrived, thus he isn’t aware of them until morning).

- The tsums remind Don of bean bag plushies, leading him to poke some of them to see if they’re stuffed with bean bags.

- Oddly enough, the tsums don’t attack Don for any reason, instead, they all like him, Don assumes that he is a safe person to them... And maybe that they show respect for him like their original counterparts.

The Harveston Sledathon/Harveston's Kelkkarotu

- In both Subverse and AU, Don and Grim are invited by Epel Felmier to his hometown of Harveston for a magical sled race down the famed Mount Moln.

- While Grim accepts because of being offered the hometown’s signature apples to eat, Don accepts because he wants to continue exploring the lands outside NRC, thus he gets to travel outside a second time for this event.

- Subverse! Don informs Epel that he has unpleasant experiences surviving a blizzard storm in the undead apocalyspe in his past alive life, with Epel reassuring that Mount Moln will not have any blizzards on the day of the race (Don in both verses can’t participate in the race due to the sleds being magically enhanced, Subverse! Don wants to keep his demonic powers a secret to the public, so he keeps on a cover as a magicless security guard at the campus)

Fairy Gala Remix: Operation Illusive Evolution/Fairy Gala What if? ~The Fantastical Festival of Fairies~

- This is an event set in an alternative timeline, so thus the events of the Fairy Gala is set after Book 6.

- Same as the original Fairy Gala event, but Don is recovering from the events of Book 6, who wakes up to Ramshackle Dorm being desert-heat-type hot, forced to cool down in the dorm’s bathroom until he is called by Crowley to his office, which is sub-zero cold.

- In both Subverse and AU, Don is asked by Crowley to help keep the recruited students in check during the event, particularly Ace and Jack (Due to Don being the supervisor to the first years group).

- Just like in canon, he lets the first years meet up in Ramshackle Dorm to help Ortho get some inspiration for his performance, but all of them end up having a impromptu sleepover in the gymnasium due to the dorm’s current warm temperature.

- Don is also active in the event, with Riddle asking him to be Ace’s partner in switching out the Fairy Queen’s staff, so thus the altercation that occurs in the event doesn’t happen due to Don’s guidance.

Camp Vargas 2: The Art of Survival/~Happening Returns~

- This is an event set after the events of the first Vargas Camp, and is implied to be set after Book 6.

- In both Subverse and AU, Don is recovering from the events of the first Vargas Camp, only given a few days to rest before Crowley asks him to reprise his duties as the camp’s record keeper and photographer.

- This time, the participants of the camp are the non-sports clubs, including the one-person clubs (Jade Leech of the Mountain Lovers Club and Malleus Draconia of the Gargoyle Studies Club).

- Like in the first camp, Don is not allowed to physically help the clubs with their assigned tasks, only providing advice while record keeping with Grim... He also utilizes what he experienced in the first camp to provide additional tips for the clubs to remember.

- Very much aware that the past events of the first camp will repeat itself, Don resolves to keep the students safe, but a new threat causes him and the students to once again fight for their survival without magic or technology.

Port Fest: A Striking Performance/~Breezy Brass Beat~

- In both Subverse and AU, Don and Grim run into Jack Howl and Ruggie Bucchi of Savannaclaw Dorm, as the latter two are heading outside the campus for lunch, with Grim deciding that he and Don will join them without asking Don for permission first, he eventually agrees on the terms that he’ll get to explore off-campus.

- Arriving at Craneport, it’s revealed that the port is now a ghost town due to lack of visitors, as it was once well-known for being a hotspot for ships and freights, along with the iconic giant cranes used to transfer goods and shipments.

- Jack’s favorite restaurant is closed after the group run into Rook Hunt and Floyd Leech, due to the owner being overwhelmed with being chosen as a project leader for the harbor’s festival, Port Fest... Ruggie then plans something to resolve this... And get something out of it.

- NRC is chosen to run food booths at the fest, with the 2nd year students as leaders to separate groups for each booth... Which is Ruggie’s plan.

- As per canon, Don is assigned to be the event photographer for the event by Crowley, and is helping Jack, Ruggie, Rook, and Floyd with a surprise as they are the festival’s steering committee.

Glorious Masquerade: Let the Bell of Solace Ring/Glorious Masquerade ~Crimson Flowers and the Bell of Salvation~

- In both Subverse and AU, Don and Grim are among those called to an all-class meeting by Crowley, learning that NRC have been invited to attend a all-arcane academy social event with other arcane students from other magic colleges, and that said social is in Fleur City, where they are celebrating a festival.

- The host for the social is Royal Bell College, a magic school that is usually closed off to the public until now.

- Unfortunately, Crowley only plans to bring 10 students for the social via a random drawing, with Don not included in the drawing (despite being Grim’s handler and being a 2 in 1 student with Grim alongside being a security guard)

- Eventually, Grim confronts Crowley and annoys him enough to allow Grim and Don to attend the social, learning that both of them will be escorted by Prof. Trein (Which Don doesn’t mind, he finds it as a time to spend time with his fellow faculty member) 

- While Don does scold Grim for complaining to Crowley for wanting to come on the trip, he does let it slide on the fact that he gets to once again go outside NRC to explore a new location on Sage’s Island.

- Once arriving at Fleur City and at Royal Bell College, the NRC representatives (plus Don and Grim) meet Rollo Flamme, the school’s student council president... Needless to say, Don can’t help but be reminded of the individual who Rollo is based off on, remaining silent on the matter and instead keeps alert around him for the majority of the event.

- Like Grim, Don also gets his own customized outfit for the masquerade ball, his outfit would be inspired by 18th century masquerade outfits and the character Raphael from the S.oulcalibur games, particularly his appearance in VI... And that also means he gets to wield a sword (a replica of a 18th Century Cavalry Sabre)

 (More events TBD)

[shimmershae]

My thoughts on Episode 6--On the Inside

Very appropriate title by the way.  Works in a multitude of ways.  

As always, my randomness is going beneath a cut again to spare the eyeballs of those of you that don’t want to see it at all and also?  Help those of you that have somehow stayed spoiler-free in this brand-new age of early release episodes.  It is still so wild to me that I’m a full episode ahead of half the fandom.  I don’t know what I’m going to do when we get to the final episode and they decide to make us all suffer together--because somehow I do feel they will do exactly that after spoiling us for the first 23 episodes.  It is going to be agonizing.  

Anyway.  Without further ado, Shae’s stream of consciousness review (of sorts).  

Not fair, Angela.  Opening the episode with that shot of that big ass spider.  I hate those suckers.  So naturally, they’re an easy sell for setting the horror scene to me, lol.  

Okay.  Who the hell’s chasing Virgil and Connie?  Walker No-See-Ums?

Barely a minute in and the atmosphere for this episode is moody AF.  

What is this?  Tara Jr. The Walking Dead?  LOL.  Where’s the Scarlett for this mini plantation house?  Anyway.  First three minutes of this episode?  Just as attention grabbing as the first five episode openings this season.  I don’t think people out there are giving our writers enough love for that.  Every episode so far has opened like a mini movie.  

With the way the Walking Dead logo keeps crumbling away with each successive episode, somehow it wouldn’t surprise me at all if the Carol and Daryl spinoff was eventually titled The Living and had flowers growing out of each letter, lol.  I mean, there would be a certain sort of life-affirming symmetry in a show that’s been promised to be much lighter in tone doing just that.  

More Carol and Aaron?  Yes, please.  I don’t necessarily like Carol staying at home and sitting the sidelines like a figurative happy little homemaker in the B story while the rest of the mains are trying like hell to sell the A story, but if she’s going to be totally prohibited from the main storyline until it’s time to blow shit up?  I’m going to continue enjoy getting to see her do what she should have been doing for seasons--interacting with others in the community, especially Aaron and the ladies.  

Truly.  I really am loving my girl getting some quality Aaron and Rosita time.  It’s so long overdue.  

Bless sweet Kelly.  Riding off to her sister’s rescue.  

Why isn’t Lydia shown as part of these plans?  For someone that could barely read last season, I doubt that big ass map was a piece of cake for her and it’s all just guesswork anyway without her guidance.  I mean, why does it feel like they are cutting some of this stuff that might not seem like much plot-wise but would go a long way toward establishing different character beats?  Personally, I would have loved to see her involved in the search and sharing scenes again with Carol and bonding with Kelly. 

Virgil be having that “I always feel like somebody’s watching me” feeling.  Don’t you hate that, lol?  

“You haven’t slept in days.”  But how many days, Virgil?  I’m going to need a number because I’m confused AF about this timeline at this point.  What we’re seeing and what different pieces of dialogue is telling us is not exactly lining up.  I’m going to find it awful hilarious if it hasn’t even been two weeks since the cave in.  For reasons.  

Connie’s spidey senses are clearly tingling.  

Alrighty, then.  She’s clearly got PTSD.  Understandable.  They’ve all had it.  Some have been treated more sympathetically than others, though.  

I mean, it never seems to cross anybody’s mind how Carol probably sees Henry’s head on that pike, Mika’s pale and bloody body, Lizzie crumpled face down in a bed of yellow flowers, Sophia with a smoking bullet hole through her undead head whenever she closes her eyes but whatever.  

Okay though.  But what if Connie had really shitty, impossible to read handwriting?  AKA doctor’s  handwriting.  What then?  

Leah’s face honestly twists my insides whenever I see it, lol.  It’s quiet a visceral thing.  No, that does not make me a horrible person.  Not everybody wants or has to drink the awesome, great, redeemable villainess Kool-Aid.  IMHO, she’s got a face meant for a Walker.  Perfect makeover idea.  Eh.  Mostly it’s her expression and the deadness of her eyes.  

Anyway.  Why is it always the fingers?  Eff that.  

Listen.  If ya’ll can’t tell Daryl’s conflicted AF with the situation he’s landed in, you don’t know how to read NR’s face and eyes.  He’s not a masterclass like MMB but he’s pretty darn good when he wants to be.  

I honestly feel sorry for Redshirt Frost.  

“You do what you gotta do.”  Frost knows what’s what and he’s willing to walk the walk for Maggie.  Impressive loyalty.  I’m left wondering how the current, colder incarnation of Maggie inspired it because I’m still struggling to see it.  Anywho.  My point is the dude knows the score and just gave Daryl the okay.  

Daryl taking off his angel vest before stepping into the role of torturer/interrogator=him shedding the persona/the man Judith and RJ and Lydia and Carol know him to be.  Pushing away his man of honor status so he can just survive somehow.  

Pope never quits chewing whatever the hell he’s got in his mouth.  It’s kind of distracting.  

Ohhh.  We’re back to the Haunted Mansion.  I mean house.  Where are the Hitchhiking Ghosts?  

All the eyes scratched out of those creepy pictures=spooky.  

The good old fogged up bathroom mirror shot.  Somebody’s been watching and studying their horror movies, lol.  Not gonna lie though.  I’m legit bracing myself for the jump scares I know have to be coming.  

I’m loving the music/score in these scenes.  

Truthfully, I could care less about these Reapers.  But they are hella attractive, lol.  Listen.  Angela knows what she’s doing.  

Kelly’s horse is so pretty.  Prayer chain for that baby.  

More dead horses?  Why?  

Connie’s slingshot?  Sorry.  I maintain, no matter how much I like these two, that they have the lamest weapons ever.  Endless supply of Virginia rocks or not.  

So.  Did Virgil and Connie enjoy a little equine for dinner?  Did they kill it before the Walkers fed?  What monsters!  Yeah, no.  Not if they were starving even if I personally could not have.  The more probable story is they fled the camp in a panic and left the horse behind and then it went down.  Sorry.  I didn’t exactly study the wounds on the poor animal because it is so traumatizing to me to continue to see them meet such dastardly ends on this show.  I don’t know who the hell has such a score to settle with horses but stop it.  

Days.  It’s only been days.  Not weeks.  So many times with all that Daryl and Company have had to contend with since the cave in?  Those do not exist, lol.  They’re just a convenient, appeasing piece of dialogue thrown at a fanbase primed and ready to read everything into not much of anything.  There’s just not been enough time for it to happen unless Daryl has literally been up 24/7 for all of them.  You know, strategizing how to attack the remainders of Alpha’s horde, figuring out how to defend Hilltop before it fell, healing from the wound he sustained at Alpha’s hand, sitting on that log all damn night with Negan waiting on Carol to come home, having a lover’s quarrel with his best damn everything, taking care of the Grimes babies and Lydia, being the reluctant leader.  Kang, why you playing them like that?  Daryl’s a super guy but he’s not a superhuman with clones.  So many times my ass.  

Seriously.  Who been watching Connie and Virgil?  The MIA Oceansiders?  Beta’s Fee Fi Fo Fum Ghost?  

Nice.  A Michonne mention.  Maybe the truth will start to trickle out.  

LMAO at Connie’s “I’m not staying here.”  Me neither, girl.  I would be outta that house so fast.  

They really “Quiet Placing” this episode.  Honestly?  I’m kinda loving it.  

WTF was that?  I know she can’t hear but you telling me all the little hairs on her arms, legs, and neck didn’t stand the fuck up and say fuck this shit, I’m gone?  Pardon my language, lovelies, but that moment had my heart kicking up several beats.  

Okay, okay.  To be fair to Connie, every hair on her body been doing that since the front door closed.  Maybe they’re desensitized.  

Gollum’s chasing Connie!!!  He/She wants their Precious!!!

The knee jerk reactions about this episode sight unseen are OTT, honestly.  And I mean no disrespect by saying that.  I can understand completely where they’re coming from because we’ve been burned so long in this fandom.  But it’s obvious the spoiler source has their particular biases and reads into things in such a way that don’t line up with what’s actually being shown onscreen.  Daryl’s loyalty in this episode and all along quite clearly lies with his family and his community.  He’s been playing Leah since the start and is truly just trying to survive somehow.  

Awful thought.  The Reaper that’s so suspish of Daryl--haven’t quite caught his name or really cared to.  I feel like he might try to get to Daryl somehow.  When he realizes that Daryl cares no more for Leah than any human would care for somebody (they thought) they used to know?  He’s going after Dog.  Or Carol should she finally join this story. 

I refuse to believe Carol isn’t going to be a part of this story.  Because they messing with her mans, lol.  

“You’re ever with us or you’re not.”  Now where have I heard those words before?  I wish I could find that Daryl gif because that had to be one of the funniest things ever, lol.  

Unrealistic suggestion to Daryl, Leah?  Breathing oxygen seems to piss off Carver.  Oh look.  He finally has a name for me, lol.  

I love how all three of the ladies--Carol, Magna, and Rosita--look at Kelly with such indulgent, adoring “little sis, you alright?” eyes.  

They are seriously the most beautiful quartet of characters.  I mean all of them are lovely but Carol and Rosita this season?  Ugh.  The unfairness of the pretty.  

Human bones.  Terminus callback, lovelies.  How it all would have eventually gone down if Gareth and Co. hadn’t met the business end of Rick’s red machete.  

So many horror movie homages in this one.  

Virgil’s like “let’s leave this Texas Chainsaw Massacre behind.”  

Connie and Virgil have obviously bonded, ya’ll.  I’m surprised by how much I’m enjoying their scenes together when the character mostly got on my nerves with Michonne.  He’s a good actor and the core of his character is sympathetic, but I’m not going to lie.  I wasn’t super enthused when he was the one that rescued Connie because I didn’t know how their scenes would play out. But there’s a nice synergy there.  

Okay.  Does Carver want Leah for himself?  Because I’m sure Daryl at this point would love to scream “take her, I know where I fucking belong!”  

Daryl’s digging in deep because Carver has shown him Leah’s potential weak spot.  Nuance is truly lost on some people, LMAO.  He cares about Leah as a human being probably.  He’s Daryl, after all.  The sweet one.  But he sees her as his way outta this and he’s going to exploit it.  

It’s nice to have a silent Negan for once, lol.  I can pretend he didn’t take my baby Glenn away from me and enjoy JDM’s pretty.  

So.  These cannibal people were the watchers?  Hmm.  

I’m really digging Virgil 2.0.  Yeah.  Nobody’s surprised more than me.  

Sweet, sweet scene between Virgil and Connie.  His determination to reunite her with her family brings back the sympathy I felt for him when he told Michonne “I promised her flowers.  Every day.”  

Damn.  How many of those creepy crawly cannibals are there?  

How brave of Connie to confront her fears to save someone she’s obviously grown to care about.  

The Kelly/Connie reunion gave me chills and made me cry.  Thank fuck Angela didn’t cheapen that moment by having it focus on literally anybody else.  Kelly is the most important person in the whole world to Connie and vice versa.  Just like Carol is the most important person in the whole world to Daryl and vice versa.  Angela fucking knows.  Everybody does.  Except the people busy building castles out of sand while the waves of Carol’s and Daryl’s converging stories keep crashing closer and closer to shore.  

Such a beautiful moment given to us by Angel Theory and Lauren Ridloff.  So authentic and sweet.  Kelly and Connie are home to each other.  

Poor Frost.  That’s all I gotta say about that.  

WTF, though.  Was Mel just not available or what?  I want to see more of the ASZ characters that I care about, not the Reapers.  Like I’d be fine with the story if all the characters not named Maggie, Negan, or Daryl weren’t surviving on crumbs during it.  Especially the 2nd billed actress on the entire show.  Angela.  Please.  Fix this.  

One last WTF.  Seriously.  WTF has Maggie done to inspire Pope’s obsession?  It better be juicy after all this shit.  

Overall impression of the episode--

One of my favorites of the season so far.  The horror aspects were fantastic, IMHO. I truly didn’t expect to like Connie and Virgil’s scenes as much together so that was a nice surprise.  She got the reunion that felt most true and earned for the character and her story and I thank Angela from the bottom of my heart for that.  

I would have loved more Carol but I always want more Carol.  I’m okay with her taking a backseat because ultimately?  This was Kelly’s moment with her sister.  Carol and Connie will eventually have their time to sit down and talk.  And pick back up their blossoming friendship because I truly do not feel Connie blames Carol at all.  

I do wish Lydia had been included with the girl group.  Last episode felt like it was leading up to that.  

The Reaper storyline continues to be the weakest link because every time we see them the dialogue and interactions feel totally recycled from the time previous.  I feel like it would have totally been helped by a tighter focus and less stretching out because 8 episodes of this is really diluting what I feel like Angela and Co. are going for.  I’m not here for Leah being redeemed or being a bigger focus in any of the episodes because she does nothing of interest for me.  I’m just peeking in on that story for the Daryl of it all.  

Speaking of the Daryl? You lovelies out there gotta stop taking that spoiler source’s recaps at face value because it’s obvious to me at least that there’ some bias at work.  Every action and word coming from Daryl is coming from a place of loyalty to his family and wanting to protect them, no matter how he has to dirty his hands.  Leah is just a means to his ultimate end.  She’s not his future.  She never was.  His future’s already spoken for and 2023 can’t get  here soon enough.  But like Daryl, we have to just survive somehow.  

Oh goodie.  More Maggie and Negan next episode and looks like no real follow up on Connie and the ASZ reunions.  Hopefully, this is yet another instance of the previews being deceiving but I’m not holding my breath.  

Until later, lovelies.  

Hope my word vomit didn’t bore you too much.  

[hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis]

Virago 11. Ring of Fire

Summary: Y/N was sent to the ground after spending five years in the Skybox for stealing medical supplies and murder. How will she deal with her new environment and learn to survive on earth? Will she crack under the pressure of becoming a leader of the 100 or will she embrace it. 

Post Date: 07.17.20

Word count: 3.3k

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Based off: 01x13 “We are Grounders: Part II”

Masterlist

100 Master List

You head over to the Dropship walking through the cluster of kids packing up as you hear screams of pain. As you make your way into the Dropship you find Clarke pressing a red hot knife against Raven’s wounded body.

“That’ll stop the external bleeding,” Clarke states setting the knife down.

“I don’t understand. How did Murphy get a gun?” Finn asks.

“Long story,” You respond as you limp in.

“You should be resting,” Bellamy states to you.

“You don’t tell me what to do,” You respond making your way to Raven.

“We got lucky. If Murphy hit the fuel tank instead of me, we’d all be dead,” Raven says raspily.

“Wait, there’s rocket fuel down there? Enough to build a bomb?” Clarke questions Raven.

“Enough to build 100 bombs...If we had any gunpowder left,” Raven states.

“Let’s get back to the reapers. Maybe they’ll help us. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?” Bellamy asks clearly referring to something you didn’t know about.

“Not this enemy. We saw them. Trust me. It’s not an option,” Clarke states.

“Hold up. Can someone catch me up?” You ask looking at the three.

“Lincoln took Finn and me into a cave where these grounders live, except they’re not like the ones we’ve met. They’re the kill on sight kind of people.” Clarke explains.

“There’s no time for this.” Finn states. “Can she walk or not?” He makes his voice quieter, thinking that Raven couldn’t hear.

“No. We have to carry her.” Clarke responds.

“The hell you will. I’m good to go,” Raven says struggling to sit up.

“Hey, listen to me. That bullet is still inside you. If by some miracle, there’s no internal bleeding, it might hold until we get somewhere safe. But you are not walking there. Is that clear?” Clarke questions Raven as she nods in agreement.

“Hey, I’d be much happier if you didn’t die on me,” You say to Raven.

“I’ll get the stretcher,” Finn says walking off.

“Hey, get one for Y/N too,” Clarke says and Finn nods in response.

“I’m fine. I can walk if. I’m going.” You respond sternly.

“Your wound was just reopened. Not to mention gaining another one. You’re too weak to walk,” Clarke responds back.

“Carrying me will just make us slower. I’ll walk.” You respond not backing down. Clarke does nothing but sigh as we really had no time to fight.

“Can’t run away fast, huh? Real brave.” Bellamy states.

“Dying in a fight you can’t win isn’t brave, Bellamy. It’s stupid.” Finn makes his way back to us.

“Spoken like every coward who’s ever run from a fight,” Bellamy says getting closer to Finn.

“All right that’s enough,” You butt in.

“It’s time to go,” Clarke chimes in.

“If they follow? It’s a 120-mile walk to the ocean,” Bellamy starts.

“Look, we’re wasting time. If they want to stay, they can stay,” Finn interrupts walking off.

“No, they can’t,” Clarke says as Finn storms out of the Dropship. “We can’t do this without you guys, Bellamy and Y/N,” Clarke turns back to us.

“What do you want me to say, Clarke?” Bellamy asks.

“I want you to say that you’re with us. Both of you. Those kids out there, they listen to you guys.” Clarke says shifting her gaze between the two of you.

“They’re lining up to go. They listen to you more,” You add in.

“I gave them an easy choice,. But five minutes ago, they were willing to fight and die for you. You guys inspire them. I’m afraid we’re gonna need that again before this day is through.” Clarke tells you two before walking off.

“So what are we gonna do?” You ask turning to Bellamy.

“We’re leaving. Get packing.” Bellamy states before walking out. 

You leave the Dropship and start to quickly pack your items out before making your way back to the Dropship. You help the others get Raven onto a stretcher and meet Bellamy outside as the other kids start to leave the camp.

“You guys did good here,” Clarke says as you two make your way to her.

“18 dead,” You state.

“82 alive, you guys did good, Clarke responds back. Bellamy picks up the bucket beside him and toses the water inside atop the fire behind him. 

We continue through the forest, making our way to the ocean. After walking a few miles, you notice Octavia, who was at the front, put her hand up, stopping us all. The next thing you know you see a kid up ahead fall down. 

“Grounders!” You hear Jasper yell and everyone starts to run back from where we came.  You start to run back with the others. You only make it a few feet before your leg gives out and you trip over your own feet, sending you to the ground.

“Y/N!” Bellamy yells stopping in his tracks. “Here, get on my back,” Bellamy leans down as you grab his shoulders. He lifts you up and starts to run back to the camp. As you make it back to the camp Bellamy sets you down and helps get the others into camp.

“Move, move, move!” Bellamy yells to the kids as they push and shove. As soon as everyone was in you help push the gate shut no matter how much your leg hurt. You just wanted to get everyone safely inside, or as safe as we could be.

You head up to where Bellamy and Clarke were standing to look for the grounders, “Where are they? Why aren’t they attacking?” Bellamy asks ready to shoot.

“Because we’re doing exactly what they want us to do,” You state.

“What are you talking about?” Bellamy asks.

“Lincoln said the scouts would be the first to arrive,” Clarke states.

“If it’s just the scouts, we can fight our way out. That’s what Lincoln would do,” Octavia states walking up to us.

“We’re done doing what that grounder would do. We tried it and now Drew is dead. You want to be next?” Bellamy questions jumping down from the ledge.

“That grounder saved our lives. I agree with Octavia. For all we know, there’s one scout out there.” Finn responds.

“One scout with insanely good aim,” Jasper adds.

“Clarke, we can still do this,” Octavia states.

“Looking to you, Princess. What’s it gonna be? Run and get picked off out in the open, or stand and fight back?” Bellamy asks. Clarke turns to look out past the walls before hopping down from the ledge as you do the same.

“Clarke. If we’re still here when Tristan gets here--” Finn stops Clarke.

“Lincoln said ‘scouts’ more than one. He said ‘get home before the scouts arrive’. Finn, they’re already here.” Clarke interrupts Finn. “ Looks like you got your fight,” Clarke turns to Bellamy.

“Ok, then. This is what we’ve been preparing for. Kill them before they kill us. Gunners, to your posts. Use the tunnels to get in and out. From now on. The gate stays closed.” Bellamy states as kids start to prepare to fight.

You head off with Octavia to prepare to fight, “Whoa, whoa, whoa. You guy’s aren’t gunners,” Bellamy grapes both yours and Octavia’s arms.

“No. We’re not,” You respond.

“Like you said....I’m a grounder,” Octavia responds holding her machete before walking off. You start to follow her before Bellamy stops you again.

“What?” You ask wanting to get a move on.

“You’re not going anywhere. Not with that leg,” Bellamy’s eyes shift down to your leg then back to your eyes.

“I’m fighting, Bell. I’m not letting anything happen to our people,” You respond annoyed.

“Look. Y/N. You tripped on the way back to camp. You can barely stand.” Bellamy points to you favoring your left leg. “I’m not letting you get hurt more than you already are. You can’t fight. We have this handled, Now get in the Dropship with Raven.” Bellamy responds back.

“You don’t control me!” You yell getting angry. “I can’t just sit back and hope all goes well. I want to be out here fighting, protecting what we made, Bell!” You state. 

“Hey, I’m sorry, Y/N. But Bellamy’s right. We can’t have you out here risking your life, being that hurt. We need you alive.” Clarke butts in walking up to you two.

“Ugh!” You head into the Dropship being sick of hearing people telling you what to do. You throw your stuff to the side before starting to head up the ladder.

“Got benched too?” You hear Raven off to the side. 

“Yeah. Clarke and Bellamy are heart set on keeping me in here,” You say making your way to her. “I’m sick of people telling me what to do,” You sit next to her.

“With all due respect, Y/N. But I agree with them. You need your strength and we need you. I would love to fight too but--” Raven gestures to her gun wounds.

“I get that they’re just looking out for me. But I can’t just sit back here and wait,” You say. Before Raven could respond, you notice Bellamy, and Clarke makes their way in.

“We’ve got 25 rifles with 20 rounds each, give or take. Roughly 500 rounds of ammo. While you two were gone. We made some improvements. Thanks to Raven, the gully is mined.” Bellamy explains as you all gather around the mini-map of the camp.

“Partially mined. Thanks to Murphy,” Raven explains straining.

“Still, it’s the main route in. If the grounders use it, we’ll know. She also built grenades,” Bellamy explains picking up a slim tube.

“It’s not many,” You point out.

“Again, thank you, Murphy,” Raven says annoyed.

“We’ll make them count.” Bellamy sets the grenade back down. “If the grounders make it through the front gate, guns and grenades should force them back,” Bellamy explains.

“And then?” Clarke asks.

“Then we close the door and pray.” Raven breaks the silence.

“And pray what?” You ask.

“That the ship keeps them out? Because it won’t.” Clarke adds.

“Then let’s not let them get through the gate,” Bellamy responds. “All foxholes, listen up. Keep your eyes and ears open. Inflict casualties, as many as possible. You can hold them off long enough to make them turn back. That’s the plan.” Bellamy speaks into the radio.

“That’s always your plan, just like at the bridge.” Finn states.

“Damn right. You got a better idea?” Bellamy asked back.

“It can’t be that simple,” Clarke whispers under her breath and turns to Raven. “You said there’s fuel in those rockets right? Enough to build 100 bombs.” Clarke asks her.

“I also said we’ve got no gun powder left.” Raven states.

“I don’t want to build a bomb. I want to blast off.” Clarke says.

“Draw them in close. Fire the rockets. A ring of fire.” Raven says figuring out what Clarke was getting at.

“Barbecued grounders. I like it.” Bellamy says.

“I don’t,” You butt in.

“We don’t have much of a choice, Y/N,” Bellamy says back.

“Will it work?” Finn turns to Raven.

“The wirings a mess down there, but yeah. You give me enough time, I’ll cook them real good.” Raven responds. You say nothing as you can clearly tell no one cares for your opinion. Clarke and Finn head down into the underside of the ship as you help Raven with her set up.

“Finn, do you see it over there?” You hear Clarke below you guys.

“No,” Finn responds as you help her wire a few things.

“Raven, We can’t even find the ignition system. Raven?” Clarke says waiting for an answer. You watch as she sits there in thought.

“I can’t feel my legs,” Raven finally speaks. 

“Ok, hold on. We’re coming,” Clarke says as you rush over.

“Hey, you’re gonna be ok. We’re gonna figure this out and then get you help. Ok, We got this,” You assure her as she nods.

“Ok, let me see,” Clarke says making her way out of the floor. Raven starts to lean forward as she groans in pain. Clarke lifts her shirt up to reveal bruising, before looking over at Finn.

“That bad, huh?” Raven asks sarcastically. Clarke stays silent as she helps Raven back up.

“Oh, Raven. The bullet’s in your spine. You’re bleeding internally,” Clarke explains.

“We better do this fast then, huh? Get back down there.” Raven responds, clearly not wanting to talk about it.

“What if we could slow the bleeding? Would that help?” Finn stops Clarke from moving.

“Well, of course it would help. Can you tell me how to do that?” Clarke asks.

“That stuff the grounders had-- coagulant. You said that Lincoln had some, too,” Finn explains.

“Yeah, it’s in the box with the antidote, but I--” Clarke starts.

“I’m betting that there’s more of it in his cave. If I can get there--” Finn interrupts.

“Wait a second. No,” Raven responds.

“I can make it,” Finn says back.

“Clarke, Y/N, tell him he’s being an idiot,” Raven responds.

“Raven,” Finn says.

“What? I’m not gonna let you die to save me,” Raven tells Finn.

“Fine. If you won’t let me save you, How about we save everybody else? You’re the only one who can fire those rockets. If you die, we all die.” Finn suggests. Raven shakes her head at him. “I’ll be right back,” Finn says looking at us and heads off.

“Finn, wait,” Clarke says getting up. You don’t hear their conversation as they are talking too quietly.

Seeing as there has been no recent activity you head outside to check up on everyone, “Hey, hows everyone out there?” You ask Bellamy making your way over to him.

“Freaked but alive.” He responds.

“You guys got enough stuff out here?” You ask.

“Yeah, I think so,” Bellamy says as you start to hear drums.

“They’re here,” Some kid says.

“Get back in the Dropship, Y/N,” Bellamy demands.

“But Bell--” You start.

“Get back in the damn ship, Y/N,” Bellamy demands once more before running off. Even though you wanted to fight you knew Bellamy was right. That and you still needed to help Raven and Clarke.

You rush back into the ship to help finish making Raven’s “Ring of Fire”. You find only Raven sitting by the hole, “Hey, where’s Clarke?” You asked her.

“Below us,” Raven explains.

“Ok, what can I do to help?” You ask.

“Could you help me wire this?” She asks and you nod back. She explains what she’s doing and walks you through the wiring as you hear the kids outside speaking over the radio.

“Do you see it or don’t you?” Raven asks Clarke looking down the hole.

“No. It’s a mess down here,” Clarke responds.

“It’ll be orange. Look harder!” Raven says back.

“I’ll go help her look,” You says starting to move towards the hole.

“No, your leg is too injured,” Raven says grabbing your arm. “And you’re actually a big help up here,” 

“Fine,” You sigh.

“You have to find the wire that connects the manual override to the electromagnet. It’s not rocket science.” Raven tells Clarke.

“It is rocket science, actually,” Clarke responds.

“Guess we finally found something you’re not good at. I used to be picked first for everything. Earth skills, Zero-g mech course. First… every time. So, how the hell did I end up here?” Raven says as you clearly notice Raven getting sad.

“Raven? I’d pick you first.” You say looking up at her.

“I’d pick you first too,” Clare says in quick succession after you.

“Of course you guys would. I’m awesome,” Raven says shaking off the sadness.

“Hey, I found it. Orange wire.” Clarke says.

“About time! Now follow that wire to the override panel,” Raven explains.

“Raven? It’s fried. Totally useless. Tell me this isn’t as bad and I think.” Clarke says as you notice Raven’s upset face.

“You know how to splice a wire?” Raven asks.

“No,” Clarke responds.

“Then it’s worse,” Raven says. She tries to move before screaming in pain.

“Raven. Stop, we’ll figure this out.” You say. “Wait. I can splice, someone taught me a few years ago.” You reveal as you hop down below. You start to splice the wire.

“Hey, Raven, tell us again how this is gonna work,” Clarke asks.

“Told you 5 times. Current flows to the electromagnet. That opens the poppet valve. Rockets fire.” Raven explains.

“Ok. Got the good wire ready to graft on. What’s next?” You ask. “Raven?” You ask after getting no response. “Raven!” You yell once more before Clarke starts to head back up. You follow after her and find her laying on her side, unconscious.

“Is she--” You start.

“Not yet, but soon.” Clarke quickly responds.

“They broke through. There’s hundreds of them! They’re heading for the gate! Game over, man!” You hear over the radio.

“Finish it,” Clarke says getting ready to help Raven.

“Current to magnet to valve to fire,” You repeat heading back under the floor. As you work on the wiring you hear kids starting to rush into the Dropship, signaling that Clarke is preparing to get people inside.

“Clarke, they’re taking down the gate,” You hear someone say as you finish up the wiring.

“Good. Because I did it...I think,” You say popping your head from under the floor.

“I’m closing that door,” Miller says.

“Wait! We’ve still got people out there. Bellamy’s not back yet.” Clarke says making her way out of the ship. You finish hooking up the destination switch as Jasper helps you.  You look up to see Clarke come in and lift the lever to shut the door.

“No! We have to wait for Bellamy and Octavia!” You yell trying to make your way to her as quickly as possible.

“We don’t have time. I’m sorry, Y/N. We have to shut the door.” Clarke says continuing to lift the lever and holding you from leaving the ship. As you continue to fight Clarke, you see Anya come into the ship. You prepare yourself to fight, holding the knife you keep in your pocket up. As you all continue to stand off Anya, you hear banging of the grounders outside.

“Jasper, now.” Clarke turns to him. He quickly flicks the switch up, but nothing happens as you continue to hear banging from outside the ship.

“Anya, you can’t win,” Clarke says as you rush over to help Jasper. Anya rushes Clarke just as Miller hits her in the back of her head with a gun. The other kids start to punch and kick her.

“Stop! She’s already down.” Clarke yells over the kids.

“Raven says current flows to the magnet.” You say.

“We just need a current,” Jasper says unhooking the switch device as you take the wires. You ignore the fighting around you as Jasper grabs a lamp behind you guys and starts to unscrew it. He takes the wires from your hands and puts them on the battery of the lamp. Soon enough you feel the whole ship shake.

After a few hours, you guess to make sure no one else comes. You quickly go to open the door. When you walk out you see the burnt ground and remains of the grounders that were there. As you and everyone else head out of the ship you quickly look around hoping that Bellamy and Octavia had found a place away from the chaos. You walk over to Clarke as you see her stare at two bodies, hoping it wasn’t the two people closest to you. 

Before you could say something you see something fly towards you releasing a red smoke. More and more fly over your gates as the area begins to look red. You start coughing and fall to the ground. The last thing you see is green lasers and people with gas masks and guns as you pass out.

A/N: The season one finale! God, this series has evolved in more ways than I imagined. I hope you all enjoyed this finale and can’t wait for season 2! Thank you for reading!

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27th Batch Of Fics: 11th Fill

Reaper/Soldier76 – slasher76; pumpkin king Reaper; trans Reaper; mentions of corpses/killing/fucking corpses... all that jazz, but not too over the top (I think) – Reaper is looking for a henchman and has specific job requirements.

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Nothing is more frustrating than a hunt that didn’t result in some heads rolling.

No… nothing is more frustrating than a hunt that almost resulted in some mayhem but had the flesh get away at the very last second.

Slasher does not well with denying himself. He does not well with getting all riled up and eager just to stand there with nothing to show for the erection down his thigh, heavy enough to make him limp.

He lumbers back to base, shoulders curled, ready to rip some unsuspecting soul apart with bare hands if they just had the decency to stumble into his path. He doesn’t meet anybody, of course.

Frustrating.

He flings his machete down and it rams itself into the soft soil in front of his rundown cabin. There are ants crawling underneath his skin. There’s a fire lit in his belly and roaring through his body until he can see the shadows thrown against the shabby walls inside.

He can feel Hell trying to claw its way out of him mouth first and there are no nice warm bodies anywhere to fuck and get the need to calm down.

Slasher grabs at the front of his threadbare shirt and rips on it. It is already loose but it feels impossibly stifling when he’s got an erection like a baseball bat. It rips just a little bit more.

He can’t move properly. His frame is held up by metal bolts and they dig into his skin and bones when he moves too much- and his fucking cock is too fucking hard!

Slasher howls and kicks at a chair. It slams into the wall and a leg breaks off. He leans down and grabs the table, intent on flipping it over when he sees the thing that’s sitting on it.

He’s not left the pumpkin here.

Who did?

It’s big and ripe and perfectly orange. Someone has carved a menacing grin into it.

It looks warm from the inside like he does. It is glowing softly without a source to be found. It looks like it could make as a substitute for a nice dead body at least.

.o.

Reaper’s body has its pants around its thighs while he watches the Slasher get his dick out. This is working well. Really well. The creature is as dumb as a box of rocks and outplaying it to fill his… needs… is hilariously easy.

He almost makes a sound when he sees the fat cock swinging from the open latch of Slasher’s pants.

It’s the widest around the middle, and the tip is a deep, delicious red.

Outside, behind the cabin, Reaper gently spreads his labia, fingers slipping up and down his warm gash. It’s already slick and feels very silky because of it. He holds the plump lips open with one hand and slides two fingers of the other into himself.

Aaaah… that’s the ticket. That’s the spot. It’d be even better if he could ride Slasher’s cock until it hurts deep in his guts, but it is better than nothing.

There is a feeling of vertigo as Slasher reaches for him and lifts his head up with both hands.

For a moment he is lifted up to the man’s face, covered by a mask. He can see the Hellfire that sustains him glowing out of the slits across the mouth and the eyeholes. Oh yes… this man is on the verge of becoming something very special.

He won’t be a human for much longer.

Reaper’s body is nearly vibrating with excitement. He shuffles his feet farther apart; as wide as they will go, pants digging into his thick thighs as he tries to give himself more room to maneuver.

His fingers reach nice and deep even so. When he crooks them, he can rub them up right against the spot that makes his whole body tingle and try to clench up.

Slasher is lowering him, giving him a nice view of the tightly muscled body; a nice pair of tits visible above the deep, slutty neckline of his ripped up shirt.

Fuck, that guy is a whore and he doesn’t even know it. It will be delicious to train him into a henchman. Make him realize that there are other thrills to be had than killing off stupid teens.

Reaper’s thighs clench around his hand when he’s finally eye to eye with his prize. He wants to open his mouth nice and wide but he’s not in the mood for Slasher to maybe have a brain cell rolling around after all and pause to think about the weirdness of the strange pumpkin moving.

He doesn’t have to fake the grin, at least. Outside, his body is sliding a hand beneath his shirt to gently pinch a nipple. The sensation zings through his body sharp and bright and has his cock throb in time with the quick, heaving breaths he is taking through his neck stump.

And then finally Slasher slots that delicious fat cock between two of the sharp juts making up his jagged grin, and gives Reaper the treatment he’d been angling after.

He can’t make himself open his thighs again; they are clamped around his hand in a death grip, holding his fingers deep in his needily spasming cunt while his mouth gets used good by the madman.

He fucks like a man possessed – hah – and Reaper is sure that if he had a conventional nose, he’d have broken it against the Slasher’s sharp hip bones as he gets face fucked deep and hard and rough.

Slasher is huffing above him, grunting like an old truck. He fucks like one, too; a rusty piece of shit that only runs anymore out of spite. He roots around inside Reaper’s head dick first like he wants to make a fucking smoothie out of him.

He doesn’t complain.

He doesn’t complain at fucking all.

.o.

The insides of the pumpkin are as warm as they had looked to be. No… not merely warm, but borderline hot.

It feels like Slasher is sticking his dick into a body – a living one – and for a moment it short circuits something and leaves him reeling.

The pumpkin looked to be carved and gutted just fine, but as he fucks inside, a squishy warmth surrounds his cock. That’s… pretty good. Like fucking some guts through a hole he’s carved into a victim’s tummy.

Like really getting in there and fucking shit up.

He leans the back of the pumpkin against the side edge of the old desk to get more leverage as he grunt fucks into the broadly grinning mouth. There are wet sounds, almost like sucking as he drags his cock through the innards of the pumpkin.

It’s like there is a nice mouth on his dick. Like someone is actually putting in some effort and producing a nice vacuum to service him with.

It’s better than fucking corpses, that’s for sure…

Outside, against the back wall of the cabin, Reaper is fucking himself on his fingers, trying to mimic the nice fat cock he’s suckling on. He can’t wait to put a spell over this idiot and make him his henchman. His brainless, submissive fuckdoll.

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The Innocent Girl // Part Thirty-Two: The Wrath of Alie // Bellamy Blake

gif is not mine

Words: 4800+ (im so sorry)

Warnings: fluff for sure. some angst as well.

Author’s Note: This is probably one of the quickest I’ve updated in a long while. I’ll probably be called selfish or something, but a certain lot of you that enjoy this, including myself, is the only reason I’m continuing this. I adore this story. I do. I’ve just been having a lot of negative thoughts about this series and comparing it to other’s I’ve read. I’m sorry I made it an OC. I see other writer’s use OC’s and get tons of notes and shit, but this? Nah. Or it sucks, but I’m super thankful to those who like, reblog, and comment that they want more. You’re the ones that really matter to me and keep me going. So thank you. Also, I’m sorry about the length. I didn’t intend for it to be so long, lol. Please enjoy xox AGAIN I’M SORRY IF I SOUND SELFISH I DON’T MEAN TO PLS DON’T HATE ME 

I sit by the fire in the cave we’ve been hiding out in, tapping my foot against the ground repeatedly. Arkadia isn’t safe. What the hell happened? Did grounders get to them? I heard shuffling beside me as Octavia stands up, heading towards her things as she begins to pack them away.

“Octavia-”

“O, wait. You can’t just leave,” Bellamy calls out as he walks up to her.

“Watch me,” she states bluntly.

 I stand up, making my way towards her as well. “Jasper said that Arkadia’s not safe,” I tell her and her head snaps towards me.

“What Jasper said sounds insane,” O mentions as her eyes move from me to her brother. Her gaze moves back towards her stuff. “Pike’s gone. I can handle myself,” there was a small pause before she speaks up once more, “grounders burn their dead.”

“I know that. Then what? Where are you gonna go?” Bellamy asks, his honey brown eyes trained on his sister.

“You don’t get to ask me that,” Octavia growls, glaring at her brother.

I press my lips together, watching the interaction as I feel my heart break for Bellamy. “What more do I have to do to prove that I’m on your side?” He pleads.

“Bring Lincoln back,” she mutters and begins to walk past him. “Turning Pike in does not make you one of the good guys, Bellamy. You did that to save me, save her. Not because what you thought Pike was doing to the grounders was wrong.”

“The grounders were starving us out,” Bell states while turning to face her. I glance towards the rest of the group, seeing the uncomfortable looks on their faces.

“Because you massacred an army that was sent to protect us,” O spits out.

“That army could have attacked us at any time and you know it.”

“But they didn’t attack. You did that,” the younger Blake mutters and continues, “you were hurting and you lashed out because that’s what you do. There are consequences, Bell. People get hurt. People die. Your people. Monroe’s dead. Lincoln is dead.”

Octavia lets out heavy breaths as I watch her take a quick glance at me before making her way out of the cave. I swallow the lump in my throat, knowing that she has a point about everything she just said.

Bellamy follows her and I let out a sigh, quickly following as well. “Bellamy wait,” I call out but he didn’t stop, his footsteps continuing at a quick pace. I stop by Harper and Bryan, watching with a heavy heart as Bellamy follows his sister, feeling the need for her to stay with them so he knows she’s safe.

“They’re here,” Bryan pipes up as the Rover stops a couple of feet in front of us.

My eyes widen as Clarke appears out of the darkness, her eyes looking to each of us before Jasper yells at us. “I need your help. We need to get her inside before she wakes up.” He carries Raven in his arms as a gasp leaves my lips, running towards him to help.

“Were you followed?” Bellamy asks as Jasper pants, stuttering an I don’t know. “Get her here,” he mumbles and Jasper gives the unconscious girl to Bellamy and the two begin to head into the cave.

“Get to the ridge. Radio if you spot anyone following,” Miller orders his boyfriends who just nods his head, “Harper will stay here on watch.” The two boys run deeper into the woods as I make my way into the cave, following Clarke as the blonde looks back towards Octavia who stands still, a look of contemplation on her face.

“Octavia, come on. We need you,” she calls out as we continue into the cave. “Clear some space.”

Sinclair and Monty clear out a space for her and Bellamy set her down carefully as Sinclair asks what the hell happened to her.

“I told you on the radio, Raven is not Raven anymore. None of them are,” Jasper tells us and I raise my eyebrows. Them? Audrey… “Jaha’s been chipping everyone.”

“Jasper’s right. I’ve seen it with my own eyes,” Clarke confirms.

Jasper takes a step forward, narrowing his eyes at her. “I don’t need your help, alright?” He practically demands and I take a step towards him, laying a hand on his shoulder. He swipes it off immediately, glaring at me before walking a couple of feet away from me as my chest clenches in pain.

A hand finds a way to my lower back and I look towards my right to see Monty beside me, giving me a sympathetic smile. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing you did. He’s just… broken,” he whispers and I nod my head. Doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt, still.

“Just take it easy and explain,” Bellamy mutters to Jasper as he nods his head.

“Jaha is using the chips to control everyone. You swallow it and it changes you. You forget who you are, and then you see this thing, Alie. Only she’s not really there. She made Raven slit her own wrists. She was trying to get her out of her head,” Jasper explains as he begins to get a little choked up. “I was trying to help her, but-”

“Okay, so let’s help her now,” Sinclair tells him while taking a step towards him. “Did she tell you how?”

“She was working on building something. She needed one of our old wristbands, but Jaha destroyed them all,” Jasper informs us.

Clarke picks her head up. “Wait a second,” she pauses, grabbing something from her coat before taking out a small chip of sorts. “Does it look like this?”

“Not exactly,” Jasper answers and I glance towards Raven to see her eyes wide open, staring at the thing in Clarke’s hand. Bellamy takes a step towards us as Raven lets out a grunt, getting up from the ground.

Jasper moves in her way when she punches him, making her way towards the opening of the cave. “Don’t let her get away!” Clarke yells as we all run after her.

“Hey. I can’t see anything,” Raven yells as Miller, Clarke, and Bellamy grab a hold of the mechanic while she struggles and screams for them to stop. “Let me go!”

“If Raven finds out where we are, so will Alie,” Jasper tells us and Octavia runs up to the girl and sticks the needle into her neck, knocking her ass out. “Reaper stick. Last dose.”

“We have to go,” Clarke suddenly speaks up and Octavia and I glance over at her.

I furrow my eyebrows together. “Where are we gonna go?”

“Why? Alie doesn’t know where we are,” Bellamy states.

“Because I know where we can get a wristband,” the blonde figures out and my eyes widen, suddenly with the plan of leaving.

-

We drive towards what looks to be a trading post and a woman walks out of the building before pulling out a machete. “I’ll go talk to her,” Clarke mumbles.

“I’ll go with you,” Bellamy pipes up and I frown slightly, watching as Octavia opens the back door, her and Bellamy hopping out of the Rover. I look towards Raven as she was lying on the floor of the Rover, still unconscious as I begin to chew my nails.

This is not the best for my heart or my sudden anxiety. I glance back out towards the windshield of the vehicle, seeing Bellamy and Clarke walking towards the woman. Everyone begins to pile out of the vehicle, Sinclair grabbing Raven as I stay put.

“Hurry, she’s waking up! We need to get her inside,” Sinclair yells towards the two.

I jump slightly when I hear Bellamy yelling, looking back out the window to see him pointing his rifle at the girl, telling her to move. She reluctantly moves out of the way as everyone began to pile inside. I slowly move out of the truck, making my way towards the building as I can hear Raven grunting and screaming from all the way out here.

“Where the hell am I? Let me go!” Raven begins screaming and I quickly run towards the back of the building, seeing everyone having trouble holding her down as I press my hands down on her shins. Raven continues to struggle and ends up punching Jasper in the face, again, while Sinclair and Octavia tie down her limbs to the bed.

We manage to tie her down as she continues to yell and we pile out of the room. Clarke goes to talk to a girl she calls Nylah as Bellamy makes his way back towards me.

“You okay?” He asks and I shake my head slightly. I can feel my hands shaking as Raven’s cries are still constant. “Hey, we’ll figure this out.”

Bellamy takes my hands in his and I nod my head, taking deep breaths while he brings me into a hug. Nylah brings out the wristband that we use to wear, giving it to the blonde.

“You guys can work in here,” she mumbles and points towards the room she just came from. Monty, Clarke, Sinclair begin to make their way into the room when I pull away.

“You should go with them. Be one of the good guys,” I whisper to him while looking up at his face. He gives me a small smile, kissing my forehead before following after the three of them.

I move to sit down by the fire, next to Octavia. “Hey,” I mumble quietly, kind of afraid to look at her as I feel her eyes on me. “I, uhm, I know it’s a difficult time for you right now-”

“Please do not tell me you’re about to stand up for Bellamy?” She asks me, anger in her voice.

I glance up at her, her eyes glaring into mine as I shake my head. “No, actually I wasn’t. I get why you’re mad at him. If I was in your position, I’d be furious too. I should be furious in my own shoes, but… I-”

“You love him,” Octavia finishes and I press my lips together while nodding my head. “It’s okay, you know? To love him. I can tell you’ve been a bit touchy towards me because of the situation. I don’t hate you.”

A sigh of relief leaves my lips, glad to hear. “Honestly, you have no idea how much better that makes me feel,” I chuckle, “and just so you know. I was gonna say that I know you’re going through a lot, but know that you can always come to me, okay?”

She nods her head, giving me a soft smile and gives me a quick hug before getting up from the floor, heading into the room that the others were in.

-

“Guys!” Jasper yells and I pick my head up, quickly getting off the floor as everyone including myself run into the room, seeing the mechanic pulling at the rope with her teeth.

“She’s re-opened her wounds,” Clarke states as I grip one of her arms. “We need bandages.”

“I got her,” Bellamy mutters and stands on the opposite side of me.

“No, take her wrist,” the blonde orders him and he complies, his eyes meeting mine. “Raven, stop fighting us!”

She begins to clean her wound as Raven growls at us, Jasper beginning to talk to Alie. “Alie. Alie,” he tries while looking at the mechanic. “Alie! Look at me. I know you can hear this. Why are you doing this to her? Let her go.”

“I’ll let her go,” Raven speaks, her voice distinctively different as my eyes widen, “when you give me what I want.” Her head snaps towards the blonde. “The technology that Clarke carries, it belongs to me.”

“No way,” Clarke utters and Raven begins to growl again.

“Clarke, just give it to her. Clarke!” Jasper tries to reason with the blonde.

“If you let Raven die. You’ll never get it,” Clarke mentions and Raven’s struggles die down. “Untie her wrists. Hold her steady.”

I untie the rope wrapped around Raven’s wrist as Jasper takes a hold of her legs. Clarke relocates her shoulder. “She’s never gonna stop hurting herself,” Bellamy tells the blonde and I look towards Clarke to see her staring down at Raven. “Someone has to stay with her.”

“I’ll be on first watch,” Clarke mutters, looking to the rest of us. “We’ll take turns.”

“You don’t give the orders, Clarke,” Jasper snaps, his eyes glossed over with tears as he breaths erratically.

“Guess he doesn’t forgive you for murdering his girlfriend,” Raven calmly states.

I swallow thickly, looking towards Jasper. “Jasper, take a break,” Bellamy tells the teen and he nods his head, leaving the room. I tuck a strand of loose hair behind my ear as Bell and I leave the room as well, leaving Clarke alone with Raven.

“Is this really a good idea?” I ask the curly-haired man as we left the room. He lets out a sigh, shuffling his hair around and shrugs his shoulders.

“I’ve got no idea, but it’s all we’ve got right now.”

Jasper sits at a table, fiddling with the restraint on his wrist. I keep my distance as Bellamy walks up to the table. “You’re okay with her coming back after all this time?” Jas sighs, looking towards the room before his eyes meet Bellamy’s. “Taking over?”

“She’s trying to save Raven,” he tells him.

The buzzcut teen nods his head, continuing to fiddle with his wrist. “Guess she thinks Raven’s worth saving. Lucky for her.”

I watch as Bellamy presses his lips together, leaning against the wooden surface. “Just get yourself together, Jasper. You can’t let your anger get in the way of what we have to do.”

“When you get angry, people die. Just ask that girl over there,” Jasper whispers to Bellamy before he gets up from the table, heading towards the door.

I sigh a bit as Bell glances over his shoulder, Nylah looking at him for a few seconds before continuing to light candles around the room. I place a comforting hand on his shoulder, muttering that I got this before following my best friend outside.

“Jasper,” I call out and the teen turns around to face me.

“What do you want?”

A scoff leaves my lips, rolling my eyes as I’m sick of this attitude he’s giving everyone. 

“What do I want? I want to know why the fuck you’re upset with me!? I didn’t do anything to you, Jasper. I tried to be there for you, but you know what happened? Monty told me that it wasn’t worth trying because you’re pushing everyone away! Do you know who should be pushing people away? Me! Both you and Monty thought I was dead after what happened at the dropship and you know what Audrey told me? That both of you had accepted the fact that I was dead. Do you know how that feels? Kinda like what you’re feeling. So, drop your bullshit with me. Be mad at Clarke for all I care. There’s no reason for you to be taking your anger out on me when I’ve done jack shit,” I breathe heavily after basically screaming at the kid, tears coming to my eyes as I begin to calm down slightly.

Jasper’s Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he takes a step towards me. “I’m sorry, Britt. You’re right,” he mumbles quietly and brings me into a hug. “Everyone was just so tired of me that if I went to you, you’d begin to feel that way as well. I’m sorry. I truly am.”

I sniffle, wiping my eyes after I pull away from my best friend. “I get it, but you should know by now that I’m not like other people. I’m very forgiving. Hell, I’ve almost fully forgiven Bellamy for the shit he’s pulled even though he doesn’t deserve it.”

A small chuckle leaves his lips as his eyes look towards the building. “You know I never would’ve thought little miss innocent would fall for the bad boy,” he jokes and I slap his chest, a chuckle leaving my lips as well.

“Shut up. I’m not that innocent anymore,” I tell him with a smile before letting out a sigh. “I’ve missed you, you know. After all this shit is over we need to just chill.”

“I can get down with that,” he mentions and brings his hand up to my hair, ruffling it a bit.

-

Bellamy and Jasper sit to watch Raven as I peek through the curtain, seeing Raven’s eyes trained on the two.

“Look at your united front,” she says as the two boys look over at the brunette. “Tell me. Why does Bellamy get a pass for murdering your girlfriend? What was her name?”

“Don’t talk about Maya,” Jasper calmly states while shaking his head.

“You don’t have to listen to this,” Bellamy tells Jasper.

“Let’s protect, Jasper. Jasper’s so sensitive. Jasper’s lost someone. Everyone, cater to his feelings,” Raven taunts as I silently watch, moving my gaze between the three people. “We’ve all lost someone. You don’t see us falling apart. You don’t see us getting wasted. Being useless.”

“No, you took a pill to take your pain away,” Jasper points out as he looks over at Raven. “You gave up your memories.”

“But then, why should we expect anything more? You used to get high off people’s medicine. Being a selfish loser was your only move.”

“Stop,” Jasper whispers.

“That’s all we see when we look at you,” Raven mentions and I’m about to barge in when Clarke grabs my arm, shaking her head no. “A coward. A waste of breath. Why do you even bother living? You’re weak. Pathetic. You can’t save me. You can’t even save yourself. You couldn’t save whats-her-name.”

“You know her name!” Jasper yells, flying out of his chair.

Bellamy gets out of his chair, standing in front of the teen to stop him from going anywhere near Raven. “Jasper think. It’s not Raven talking and you’re giving her what she wants. Go,” he whispers and I see Jasper coming towards the sheets, walking through it.

“Just you and me, huh?” Raven smirks over at Bellamy as he sits back in the chair. I chew on my fingernails as I listen to the conversation, hearing her talk about the fun time they had together. The first time I really got my heart broken.

I push myself through the curtains, gaining Raven and Bellamy’s attention as she looks me up and down. “Bellamy, switch out,” I tell him and he shakes his head.

“No. I’m fine. Go,” he mentions and I let out a laugh, moving to sit beside him.

“Fine. If you’re not leaving then I’m staying.”

Raven looks over at us, the smirk back on her lips. “Oh, yay. The happy couple.” Her eyes move towards me, her head tilted to the side. “Tell me, Britt, how does it feel to be with a man who fucked almost every girl at camp?”

I let out a sarcastic laugh, leaning back in my chair as I smirk back at the girl. “Try me, bitch.”

“Oo, a challenge. I’m all for. Alright. Let’s talk about Octavia. How much longer do you think she’ll be friends with you knowing that you’re sleeping with a monster?” She asks and glances towards Bellamy.

I stay silent, already knowing that Octavia is alright with it. I can feel Bellamy’s eyes on me as I look towards him, a sad look on his features. It’s okay I mouth to him, giving him a reassuring smile.

“How about how Bellamy told me that he’s been with you only to get another notch on his belt?” She tries and I can feel my stomach drop, but I collect myself a bit. Bellamy and I have slept with each other like… six times already. That’s not true. “Oh, did I hit something?”

“Raven, that’s enough,” Bellamy tells her with a hard glare.

“No, you know what Alie,” I start, tired of her shit, “you know nothing of mine and Bellamy’s relationship. Just so you know, I know for a fact that that’s not true because we’ve slept together plenty of times.”

Bellamy rests a hand on my knee, making me look over at the curly-haired man. “Hey, stop,” he whispers and I sigh, nodding my head.

“Wow, plenty of times, huh? Man, she must be a keeper Bellamy,” Raven starts, tilting her head towards the older Blake. "But, it’s got to be hard to know that the person you're absolutely in love with hates you. You can see the hatred in her eyes when she looks at you.”

I narrow my eyes at the mechanic, wishing the lies would fucking stop. Bellamy’s not in love with me and I don’t hate him. He knows that I don’t anyway… I think.

"Shut up," Bellamy mutters while resting his elbows on his knees, not making eye contact with the mechanic.

"Am I triggering something?" Raven asks and Bellamy keeps his eyes on the wall in front of him.

"You know, it's almost the same look she gave you when you slept with me… Then afterward you tried to kiss her. Now, Bellamy," Raven drawls out and the curly-haired man takes a quick glance towards the brunette, "did you really think that'd work? That it was the best idea to do?"

Bellamy swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing his throat. Raven struggles in her restraints a bit as she mumbles to herself. Her eyes move towards me as I kept mine on her, figuring out what she’s trying to get at.

"Britt doesn't deserve you, at all. Hell, she's probably better off with Murphy than you," she tells him while lurching forward slightly. "That reminds me. You know how many times I heard Murphy say he was gonna steal your girl and show her how a man would pleasure her. Apparently, he doesn't think you're man enough for Angel."

"Raven, shut. Up." Bellamy and I growl, the mechanic knowing she's getting into his head

The brunette studies us for a moment, before moving onto a much more serious topic. “Does it bother you that you don’t get any credit for the genocide at Mount Weather?” She asks Bellamy and I look towards the guy, seeing him look at her for a second before shaking his head. “Clarke gets to be the Commander of Death, but you murdered all those people, too, and you’re just forgotten. Then again…” she trails off, leaning her head back against the bed frame. “You didn’t get any credit for the culling of the Ark, either. How many people suffocated when you threw away my radio? You know, at least Clarke was saving her own people. You were just saving your own ass. Of course, that’s nothing compared to killing your own mom.”

I watch as his eyes dart to hers, an unreadable expression on his face as my heart drops into my stomach. Bellamy lets out a deep breath through his nose, sitting back in his chair.

“You just had to take little sister to her first dance. You might as well have just shoved Aurora out of the airlock yourself.”

That’s why he wasn’t a guard anymore…

“Do you think she would be proud of you now? About the kind of leader, you’ve become? I wish you’d see the truth. I want Britt to see the truth, like the rest of us, do. But, you’re a follower. Clarke’s been back for one day and you’re already taking orders. A good, little knight by his queen’s side. Are you really even devoted to your angel here? I mean you left her in Mount Weather to die and face it… she almost did.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bellamy tells her calmly as my heart begins to pound against my ribcage.

“Well, you already thought she was dead since you avenged her right? I mean, you picked up a gun and slaughtered an army that was sent to protect us.”

“Raven, stop,” I pipe up, having heard enough of this shit.

Nylah walks into the room, shooting daggers at Bellamy as the two of us get up from our seats. “My father… you…” she growls.

“Nylah,” Bellamy whispers as the blonde continued to walk up to him.

“You killed him,” she spat and slaps him across the face.

Clarke grabs ahold of the girl, pulling her away from Bell. “Nylah. Nylah, you can’t be in here,” she tells her and begins to drag her out of the room.

“It’s too late,” Jasper starts, looking towards the mechanic, “Raven’s already seen her. Alie knows we’re here.”

Bellamy glares at the mechanic, grabbing his jacket before leaving the room. I quickly follow him, as he walks out of the building. I witness as he lets out a loud grunt, kicking over a barrel before ripping twigs off a nearby tree.

“Feel better?” Nylah asks before I get a chance to speak up, seeing her standing beside me. Bell turns around, seeing both of us standing before him as he lets out a sigh.

“All I wanted was to protect my people.”

“By destroying mine,” she states and my lips part, already shaking my head as Bellamy takes a couple of steps towards us, his eyes trained on her.

“I’m sorry.”

“People like you always are,” Nylah comments and the three of us stand in silence until the Rover approaches us. The blonde walks back into the building as I move to stand beside Bellamy, my fingers grazing against the palm of his hand.

I look up at him to see his eyes on me, unshed tears glossing over his eyes and he grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers. I squeeze his hand softly, letting him know that I’m here for him. “Follow me,” he mumbles and leads me away from everyone as Monty and Octavia head inside.

We get a few feet away from the building, standing in the dark as Bellamy stops before turning to face me. “What’s wrong?” I ask, stepping closer to him.

“I just… can’t help but think about what Raven was saying,” he tells me and I grab his other hand.

“She was just trying to-”

“Get in my head, I know,” he finishes and I press my lips together. “The stuff she was saying about you. About how it sucks feeling like the only girl I’ve ever been in love with hates me.”

My breath hitches in my throat as my body tenses up. What…? “Bell-”

“No, let me finish. Angel, it’s true. I saw the way you reacted when she said it. You don’t believe I’m in love with you, but I am. And I know you don’t hate me, but you should. I broke your heart by sleeping with Raven, I made you stay at Mount Weather when it exploded. You almost died because of me. I killed hundreds of grounders because I was angry that they took you from me. Even if it was just one clan. All I could see was red. I let you put yourself in a dangerous situation by helping Kane, but pretending to be on Pike’s side. I should’ve…”

“You should shut up,” I cut him off. “Bellamy… you might’ve done all of that, but I can see that you realized what you did was wrong. Apparently, no one else can but I do. I already forgave you for about half the things you’ve done because I can’t stay mad at you. It’s impossible and really kind of annoying,” I chuckle and see a small smile come to his lips. “You just have to prove to everyone that you’re on our side. That you’re trying to fix things and if they still won’t accept it then fuck them. They’ll figure it out because I know you. I know you won’t stop trying until you succeed.”

Bellamy lets out a tiny scoff, shaking his head while bringing his hand up to my face. “God, how did I ever deserve you?” He asks and rests his forehead against mine.

I shrug my shoulders, looking up at him through my lashes. “I don’t know. Luck of the draw I guess?”

He dips down to press his lips to mine, a small groan escaping from my lips as I wrap my arms around his neck. Bell’s hands move to my waist, sliding around my lower back and deepens the kiss. I bite down on his lip and pull away from him as a moan leaves his lips.

“We can make out later. Right now… we need to go save Raven,” I tell him while combing my fingers through his hair.

“I love you, Angel.”

My cheeks heat up as a large smile comes to my lips. “I love you too, Freckles.”

-

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[simmancy]

7, 13, 28, 29 & 32! 💚

7 & 32 Answered Previously here!

13. Any funny moments?

I’m pretty sure every Veriling pregnancy was unplanned because they don’t stop woohooing. Even in the saves I’ve used them to test expansions, or to shoot the dream scenes... They just do not stop woohooing.

Sage currently has TWO curses in the Machete Coven save

I find the whole... fire problem the Blooms faced to be pretty comical. Like watching it happen, in game, was just HILARIOUS. Ruby becoming a vampire, Rocket taking selfies while the fire burned around her, the toddler kept running into the fire forcing another sim to save her, it was kind of hilarious in a “ha ha ha” how is this even happening way.

That fire lasted 13 HOURS IN GAME.

28. Have you had a sim who you grew to like?

Maddy, actually!!! When I originally aged her up in CAS I was like “oh my god, this is the worst possible looking child Veriling could have had.” But she was the most hilarious, badly behaved toddler, she really won me over. Her potential children are EQUALLY badly behaved in every AU save, which is just karma.

29. Have you had a sim that you fell in love with right away?

Gemma gets a special mention here, I think. I love her character so much, and her sim even more, that I’ve written her in Lunacy, and she appears in all my gameplay saves.

But for actual LEGACY sims, born in game: Ruby Bloom! Pretty sure she started fighting the Grim Reaper the same day she aged up (def in the same “play time”).

Thanks Mary!!!

Ask me a number from the Legacy Questionnaire!

[yoshimickster]

RWBY Volume 6 Episode 7 “The Grimm Reaper” MicksteRecap-BEHOLD THE NICE BACKGROUNDS!

Hey everybody, last night’s Christmas party was a DOOZY, sorry I’m late-TIME FOR THE MICKSTERECAP!

IT STARTS OFF-

-THE SANCTUARY of the spring relic...which...Salem can just enter any time she wants apparently! Man, maiden powers AND a secret hideout, that’s awesome!

Hell, she can even invite FRIENDS inside! Just get some chairs, a TV and surround sound, you’ll have a chill pad!

Either way Cinder gives Neo the low-down about how Salem ordered Cinder to take Ruby alive NOT dead-ALL WHILE-

2:58 ...she...plays with her knife, like a total creep! I ain’t judging, we all gotta stim from time to time.

Anyway, Cinder tells Neo that while she can’t kill Ruby, NEO hasn’t taken ANYONE’S orders, and then the two become best murder friends forever!

Because we ALL KNOW how well the LAST time Cinder made a deal with a recurring antagonist...also holy crap Neo’s tiny, she’s like a murderous Felicity Smoak!

A THEN CUT TO-

3:38 THE BRIDGE FROM EVERY SAMURAI STORY! Don’t lie, you got Samurai Jack flashbacks to. It is HERE WE SEE-

-absoLUTE cosplay bait! LOOK AT THAT-its glorious!

And you just KNOW what’s comin’ next folks-

4:20 ONE ON ONE MONSTER FIGHT BITCHES!

Maria starts out with a bridge back-flip-

THEN-does a gun-scythe-kama toss-

-AND LANDS THAT SHIT IN THE SHOULDER-but wait-THERE’S MORE!

SHE FLICKS THE PURPLE SWITCH-oh Mauvisto we fear your dark power-WHICH TURNS OUT TO BE-

-MAGNETIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIC SCYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYTHES-bitch! Most likely due to gravity dust! She then uses it to FLOAT HER ASS up to the bird!

“I’M MARY POPPINS Y’ALL!”

She SPINS IN for a shoulder strike-

AND LANDS-in the shoulder! Lot of shoulder strikes with this bird.

She then steers it through the anime mountains-

THROWS-one of her kamas-IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AIR-

-creating what LOOKS like a fixed point of gravity-

-PULLS back her weapons forcing the bird into a quick-stop turn, STEERING THAT FUCKER-

-RIGHT INTO A MOUNTAIN! FUCK YES-pro Huntresses rule! She also LANDS that bitch-

-RIGHT INTO A DITCH! RHYMING!

She then pulls one of her kmas out and everything is fine-OR IS IT?!

Nevermore: Hey.

Maria: Oh...hey.

Nevermore: Whatcha doin?

Maria: OH-I was just going to leave.

Nevermore: That’s nice, but how about I eat you instead?

Maria tries zigging and zagging-BUT-

4:56 It knocks both her weapon-

AS WELL AS HER! She’s only got ONE OPTION-

VAGUELY EXPLAINED MAGICAL SUPERPOWER GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

5:09 DAMN-petrified and then crumpled in MID-air!

After that kerfuffle, Maria than just goes on her merry way-

Tock: SURPRISE BITCH-I’m a crocodile!

We are then treated to one of the shortest...and MOST epic action exchanges of ALL time! Which starts out with THIS-

Maria: I don’t think you know who I am.

Tock: Course I do!

Clock: *Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind-DING!*

Tock: YOUR the Grim reaper! 

AND YES-there are screws in her croco-teeth, don’t question it, its just awesome.

Tock: And THESE are the last 60 seconds of your life.

*SHING*

6:10*GLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW*

And yes, the action scene ends exactly SIXTY seconds after she starts glowing, AS WELL as the clock stopping sixty seconds after it officially started and its absolutely brilliant-TO THE FIGHT-

6:13-Tock starts with a straightforward slash-BUT Grimm Reaper Maria blocks it like a boss-BUT-

6:16 -TOCK knocks away one of her mini-scythes-BUT MARIA-

-NOT ONLY gravetizes her other scythe back to her-

-BUT WHILE BLOCKING SHOTGUN CHARLIE-damn she was great in her prime. THEN-

-she slashes Machete Jackson RIGHT in the face-

6:27 Knocks away BOTH of these punks-

6:30 While knocking Hammer Armond down-LIKE A BOSS! BUT THEN-

6:31 TOCK comes in with the double slash, grinning like a mad woman.

Jackson and Tock get the jump on her, one zigs, the other zags, PROMPTING MARIA TO ACTIVATE-

6:44 BO-STAFF MODE-now it has DOUBLE the attack power!

She goes in striking Jackson-

-BUT TOCK-gets up close and personal-

6:47

And in a SPLIT second-

JACKSON’S back up and tag-teams Maria with Tock...wait, not like that.

Maria knocks back Jackson again, she zigs, Tock zags, LOTSA ZIGGING AND ZAGGIN UP IN THIS

ALL THE WHILE-the same tick-tick ticking is going on-OOOH-its like a Venture bros scene!

Maria looks like she’s got the upper hand-BUT TOCK-

6:56 BITES THE FUCK THROUGH her battle staff-

6:57 HEADBUTTS AWAY-her mask-

-where it SHATTERS in mid-air, holy SHIT! ALSO-Maria is pretty-HUZZAH!

Either way this LEADS TOCK-

7:01 -to slash her GOD DAMNED eyes open! All. Within. 60. SECONDS! HOLY SHIT!

Tock high off her victory then starts gloating to the no de-eyed Grimm reaper, mocking her as weak while Maria blindly shoots her gun-scythes-WHILE ALSO-

-throwing one of her weapons behind her, which Tock isn’t worried about at all...for some reason.

*CLICK*

*KER-SLASH* Dead...presumably.

Never doubt the power of purple folks.

8:04 FLASH FORWARD to the present, where everyone in the cart being pulled by a SINGLE motorcycle deals with the fact that they were travelling with THE Grimm Reaper this whole time. Seriously Qrow straight up geeks out a little to, admitting he based his scythe on her weapon...well...just the scythe apparently, also his gun is more of a shot-gun where as hers seemed more like glocks AH whatever.

Maria than gives herself a BIG OLD pity party, mentioning that even after she got her new fancy robot eyes she couldn’t bare to go back out into the field, fearing the danger that comes with battle and...I KNOW she’s clearly going to be Ruby’s mentor, but I ALSO hope she bonds with Yang as well, as holy SHIT she’s similar to Yang.

Both lost appendages during battle, both had said appendages replaced with mechanical accouterments, and BOTH are hilarious! HELL for wall we know Maria also had an almost-girlfriend who ran out on her, another almost girlfriend who got shipped off to Narnia, and a little sister who kept battling because CRIME! 

Hell, she PRACTICALLY acknowledges it-

9:11 Maria: Because some of you are clearly stronger than me all ready.

Yang: *Sad ephiphany face*.

DAMN am I glad she’s part of the group!

After Maria avoids Ruby’s plea to train her to use her magical Grimm zapping super eyes-WE GETS A SCROLL CALL-

Jaune: OH MY GOD I WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU ARE YOU ALIVE?!

Ruby: I answered the SCROLL Jaune, the answer is clearly yes.

Jaune: I just miss my friends.

-INFORMING THEM ALL-that they are RIGHT CLOSE TO-

10:20 BASINGSE-I mean-THE WALLED CITY OF ELDIA-wait not...ARGUS-yeah Argus! But FIRST Team RWBYQOM needs to FACE-

-THE STEEPEST HILL ON THE FACE OF THE PLANET! I mean...LOOK AT THAT THING-its huge! Also I love the design of the trees and the grass, its just beautiful!

BUT-through the magic of television-

-THEY’RE ALL READY THERE! Seriously I bet it took them like TWO hours inching down that path. I know construction is always lax in Remnant due to Grimm attacks, but someone NEEDS to make that path safer!

But enough about that-BEHOLD-

-THIS CASTLE WALL-with lots of armed guards on the top! No Titan is gonna sneak up on the city on THEIR watch!

But enough abou that-ITS HUG TIME:

And a billion shippers hearts, just exploded. 

After the love fest, we get-ARGUS SCENERY THROUGH WORLD-BUILDING:

Look at all this, Rooster Teeth’s background budget got WAY bank and they are FLAUNTING that wealth!

This Objects and Oddities lady is my favorite, she’s just SO pissed off, I wander why?

We also see-

-A MOVIE THEATER-showing such brand spanking new films, INCLUDING-

TRYST IN THE MIST-a raunchy tale about a romantic affair that takes place IN THE MIST! Given 4 stars by “Incredibly specific affair based movie” monthly!

...a...MOVIE within a movie apparently...weird.

DEMON IN THE DEEP-one of several monster movies that SOMEHOW exist on Earth-RWBY. I’m just saying, with all the REAL monster attacks, wouldn’t monster movies seem insensitive? SPEAKING of insensitive-

THE FALL...of Beacon...I know I’m not the first to say this but too soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon.

So bla bla bla, Argus was made to promote trade between kingdoms, bla bla bla, Atlas military has all but abandoned it bla bla bla-LET’S MEET JAUNE’S SISTER!

LOOK AT HER! FEEL-her youthful and adorable mom energy!

And the REST of the episode is PRETTY MUCH just an assortment of adorable images.

Yang playing airplane with baby Adrien(THE CUTENESS).

THE THREE ARMED-flopping Jaune-IN ALL of its glory!

AN INSULTED BOY-

12:56 -and the women who adore him-

AND ALL THE ARC SIBLINGS:

Okay I don’t know HOW many fan-artists are left on Tumblr due to the incoming purge, but I want some ADORABLE web-comics based on this STAT! LOOK AT MINI-JAUNE-he’s so CUTE! And just when you things couldn’t get ANY better-

13:22

Sapphron: Everyone, this is my wife Terra Cotta.

BAM-twenty gay-TEEN mother fuckers!

SUBTLE-Renora sandwich time! Look at these two, YOUNG LOVE mother fuckers!

But more importantly Terra asks THE REAL questions-

Terra: Is that (Bringing students along on dangerous Huntsman missions) even legal?

Qrow: Er, uh, of course!

And I just...LOVE that both Maria and Ruby have the exact same looks on their faces, their both thinking “The closest thing we have to a real chaperone is a bipolar alcoholic...this is what my life has become”.

After a nice little sandwich lunch, and learning that Terra Cotta-Arc is a hardworking radio engineer being unjustly accused of bad mistakes(if there’s ANYONE to blame its Lionheart), while team RWBY decides the best way to GO to Atlas is with the LOCAL MILITARY BASE-which I’m sure will accept them with OPEN AR-

SLAM

Ooooooooooooooooooor not. Hey, its only HALF way through the season, they gots PLENTY of time!

SUMMATION-this easily had one of the BEST action sequences of the ENTIRE season, the backgrounds were BEAUTIFUL and there were just so many cute scenes-TEN OUT OF TEN for me! AND WITH THAT-that’s the end of MICKSTERECAP-if you liked what you read, message me if you want to donate to my Paypal or Ko-Fi. With that I will see you NEXT WEEK-on Mick the Nerd’s a.k.a. Yoshimickster’s MICKSTERECAP! Sorry this one was a bit late!

[ohmygillygoshoppler]

a little sneak peek of Welcome to Dreamride feat; Death himself

tagging @talesofdarksiders for a brief mention of her oc Elanor~ now I need to get some sleep....

Death ditched his car out toward the edge of the foothills, scoping the setup. He spotted the coup that had tried to broadside him and Nell earlier.

The building was horseshoe shaped, dozens of rooms stacked on top of one another for about six stories; no rear approach was possible, given the foothills close way to go was the front. Good. He wanted to be as direct as possible. This little game was nearing it's end, and this time, he wasn't going to let Lani slip through his fingers. This finished here and now.

The courtyard was a loose gravel that was littered with all manners of papers, twigs, and other debris; his footsteps crunched atop wood, rocks, and glass. The stench of blood permeated through the air.

He knew what waited in those rooms. Thing is, he didn't know how to deal with it. No matter, though.

Nothing Death can't handle.

The solitary horseman approached the door and gave a brief inspection. No magic here, it'd set her off. He was going to have to do this the old fashioned way. The front door was open; a strange thump sounded. Death stood silently and waited, listening. He sensed something waiting for him inside, felt a familiar tang of fear.

Politely, the eldest horseman knocked.

The front door eerily creaked open; Death saw a young man laying prone in the center of a dusty parlor. Over the body and into the room were loads of cobwebs, dirty magazines, broken wine bottles, and a shoe. This was probably where the vampires set up shop when Fury and Strife busted their numbers last time. He loomed over the assumption as he carefully stepped inside, closer to the body of the bare-chested man on the floor.

Death knelt close and immediately noticed the blood; thick and brown with oxidation. He prodded the corpse, a human corpse, forcing the stiff body to turn over so he could get a better look, but there was no need. He already saw a gaping wound where his neck had been mauled.

Perturbed, Death stood to his full height and peered around the room. there had definitely a struggle, but it was hard to tell when. A calendar tacked to the wall was the only thing that seemed to be in it's place. The model on it's cover made the horseman shudder- familiar hazel eyes smiling over at him. The page read off as October- Elanor Faye sat side saddle on a broomstick, dressed in a black and silver dress embezzled with a spider web print cascading off of her figure. A tall witch's hat decorated her golden curls and her smile glowed bright behind rouge lipstick.

Something was off about that calendar, Death was certain of it. He felt his chest swell with anger as he searched for a staircase. Not wanting to draw any mystic attention, he simply drew a silver switchblade and stalked up the stairs as silently as possible. Knowing vampires, they'd already know he's approaching, so he'd might as well just make this quick.

As Death lurked down the halls of what he now began to assume was an old sanatorium of some sort, given the multitudes of hospital beds that littered the rooms. In one room on the third floor, a lone record was playing a Lilly Andrews song. The old man admittedly enjoyed her music. He decided to keep it going to confuse the monsters all around him.

Another thud sounded from the hallways behind him. He was definitely being followed, stalked even. He wasn't at all concerned with Lani's lackeys, but if he needed to decapitate a few creeps to get this job done, he would.

Death stepped out of the record room and made for the staircase again, heading up. He was well aware of the shadows that lurked behind and before him, and had a funny feeling that there was something around the corner just waiting for him to rear his head-

A baseball bat came singing toward the reaper's face as he stepped into the stairwell, but Death was more than prepared for the attack. Death caught the bat and delivered a sharp elbow to the nose of a pale tiefling man. He yanked the bat away and swung out as a few windows shattered a floor above. Let them come, Death thought. He struck the infernal until he had him on the ground, proceeding to smash his skull in until a sickening crack sounded.

Death looked up the stairs to see more black clad monsters with their red-eyed sneers. They hissed and bared their teeth as they approached, some floating gracefully down the stair and others clinging to the walls. A shriek from above alerted Death to the machete wielding vampire woman falling from the ceiling. He was given just a moment of time before he had to catch her, grabbing her wrists to keep from getting his head lopped off. The woman above permitted another member of the current horde to tackle the nephilm as well, and another and another. Each of them armed, some with knives, some with blunt clubs and bats. Death could feel the sticking of blades entering his sides and his chest, not even phased by the pain. He squinted against a flurry of nails and claws reaching for his eyes and face.

For a fleeting moment, the eldest Horseman felt the encumbered of the monsters, being without the power of any seal of any counsel. His own power was something different and not nearly as powerful as what once was. Still,these bunch of kids were little to no trouble for him.

He snatched away the machete from the woman in white wrapped about his head and neck, and flung her off of him. He forgot just how strong vampires were. Death wrapped his bony hand around the grip of the modest blade and started hacking, going for the necks. That part came easy, chopping off heads and such, but Death heard more screeching coming from upstairs. They were all going to storm him at once, like a hive of angry bees, blindly defending their evil queen. This was getting frustrating.

Death tried his best to keep his mouth shut as he proceeded up the stairs, hacking and slashing at anything that came screaming his way. It didn't seem to work for him, though. He still tasted the blood.

Death staggered as he reached the top step onto the fourth floor, the blood-slick floor almost tripped him. He heard voices from the hallways, shotguns cocking, and wood igniting. Damn. This was a trap?

"We got him!" a voice laughed out loud.

"Okie, old man~" another singsonged louder back as Death rounded the corner and started down the long corridors dotted with old bloodstained beds.

Over the bodies and into the room, the doors all stood open, all darkened by the figure of some scantily clad effigy wearing a morbidly fascinating animal mask of some sort. Most of them, Death could tell, were women. The others simply looked creepy, even by Death's standards.

Nicely done, kids. Not bad at all.

The corridor was lined with doors, each room heralding a new type of freakish torture chamber filled with even more pale masked individuals. Some rooms held nobody but one guard, but Death knew nobody would ever post guards on an empty room, so there was something going on in there for sure, he just didn't know what.

[sending-the-message]

In The City Of Meatbot-Powered Killers (part 8) by molotok_c_518

Table of Contents

Part 7

(WARNING: Due to the graphic nature of this series, reader discretion is strongly advised. Contains cannibalism, strong language, violence, and a mention of suicide.)

A bit of dark web wizardry to fill in the gaps...

Video footage from a Reaper drone, designated RB-4, on station over [REDACTED]:

A Chinook twin-rotor cargo helicopter comes in from the south, towing a huge crate underneath, roughly the size of an industrail AC unit. After some fancy piloting, it manages to set down the crate with minimal swinging. The sides drop, revealing a pile of beef sides, enough meat to start a Texas-style barbecue for 1000 guests, give or take.

Immediately, a swarm of little stick figures, like ants at a picnic, converge on the beef. They nearly trample the small know of people at the site that have been eating each other for the past several days.

The frenzy goes on for about a half hour.

Suddenly, the focus of the video shifts upwards, to an incoming A-10. It comes in low and slow, and drops...something... from underneath.

RB-4 tracks the dropped item... a canister? a bomb?... all the way to the pile of beef and bot-ridden.

Just before it would hit, it explodes, throwing fire in every direction. The little bug-people right underneath are incinerated immediately; others take longer.

Like the downtown attack, some of the infested run like hell away from the flames; many, many more run towards them, throwing themselves on the pyre, in defiance of survival instinct.

RB-4: God... damn... that's gonna need some serious brain-bleach to scrub that shit away. Good hit, sir.

A-10 Pilot MAJ {Brown}, call sign "Anvil": Roger, RB-4.Feels fucked-up to be dropping on US civvies.

RB-4: They ain't exactly human anymore, sir. Some Ebola shit or something.

Anvil: So I heard. Do you actually believe the White House on that?

At that moment, a burning man breaks loose and begins running towards a long, two-story building in the background.

RB-4: It may not be Ebola, but... we Chair Force guys have seen some serious shit, sir. One of my buddies just checked out... ate his sidearm.

Anvil: Fuck... condolences.

RB-4: Thank you, s... whoa!

The burning man reaches the building. He slams his fists against a door, and the whole top of the building explodes.

Anvil: Shit! Shit! Shit! We were supposed to be careful not to hit that complex!

RB-4: The explosion was from inside, sir. Glass all blasted outwards.

Anvil: Gas leak? Triggered by the burning idiot?

RB-4: Unknown, sir. I will say it doesn't look like anything you could have anticipated.

Anvil: ...fuck.

RB-4: Hope you brought marshmallows, sir,

We ran.

The double doors opened on a wider tunnel, brightly lit, that ran for 1000 feet, terminating in another set of doors. It was deserted.

Halfway down the tunnel, my email reached the phones. The whole tunnel shook like Richter's best wet dream, and we were thrown to the tunnel floor.

"I... I think I overdid it," I muttered.

We got back to our feet and ran for it again.

{Jane} was a bit faster than me. As a result, she hit the doors a few steps ahead of me, and got ambushed by the four infested on the other side.

She yelled as she was dragged to the floor, but managed to get the machete into the head of the first one as she fought. It jumped back screaming.

I got there a few seconds later, and slammed the axe into the head of another one, throwing it back into a wall. Another swing removed the top of a third one's skull.

This gave {Jane} enough room to slam the last one into the first one, and the two went down in a tangle of limbs and a spray of meatbots from the head wound of the first infested.

The second one had recovered enough to come charging at me. I swung upwards, taking it in the gut with the poll of the axe and putting that spike right into its ribs. Intestines unraveled and spilled on the ground; the last infested jumped on them and began to devour them while the badly wounded one tried to shove him off.

"C'mon!" I said, grabbing {Jane}'s arm and dragging her to her feet, then propelling her to our right, and another tunnel.

The lights had flickered a few times as we fought. Now that we were free, they threatened to go out as we escaped.

Another infested came out of an alcove to our right. {Jane} took it high, lopping its head off with one clean stroke.

"A little further up, we take a left," she panted. "It will take us across campus."

"Are you hurt at all?"

"No. Looks like they couldn't get a grip or bite on me."

"Okay. If you are, let me know... I brought some more anti-bots with me."

She stopped. "Wait... you have more of those things?!? And you're willing to actually use them on us?"

"Well... yeah. I mean, that's how I recovered you in the first place, and kept myself from getting infested when you attacked me."

{Jane} grabbed me by the lapels and slammed me into the wall. "DO NOT PUT THOSE THINGS IN ME," she growled. "If I get ridden again, just burn me."

"Okay, okay," I whispered. "I get it."

I didn't, really. I also didn't mention that she might still have some dormant counter-bots in her system.

See, the actual programming called for a short "maintenance" period, where several classes of 'bot would go into "sleep mode," as it were, awaiting the chemical trigger to awaken (wounds, cancer, etc.). After a while, they would run out of fuel, deactivate entirely, and get flushed.

Sometimes, ignorance is the best policy.

We set off again, taking that left and charging into increasingly more dimly-lit sections of tunnel. We got hit a few more times, but it seemed like they had all gone above-ground and joined the cannibal bonfire.

Then a familiar smell hit me: raw meat, unwashed bodies, spoiled flesh, blood, cake frosting.

"Stop," I said.

{Jane} looked at me funny. "What?"

"There's an orgy of infested ahead."

I could hear it now, too: That squishy, slithering, chewing sound.

"Is there a way out of these tunnels and back to the surface from here?"

"Just around that corner ahead of us. Probably through the orgy."

"Backtrack?"

"We'll be out in the open, visible to any recon drones, for about a half mile."

"Fuck."

"We can take them," {Jane} said confidently. She swung the machete like a pro now.

"No. We try to get around them. A few, we can deal with... more than 20 or 30, and we could end up like them."

{Jane} looked me in the eye: a hard stare, more than a little bit homicidal. "Maybe I should push you in. Serve you right for making them like that."

"I thought we were past this."

"...wait..."

"...what?"

The sounds had stopped.

"Uh-oh."

"Run through them," {Jane} mumbled, swinging the machete.

"Wait..."

"NOW."

And she charged.

"Fuck." I hefted the axe and followed.

Around the corner was a knot of infested, slowly disentangling themselves from each other as they heard {Jane} running around the outskirts of them. She was swinging at limbs that reached out to her, lopping them off, as other hands reached out to grab the newly liberated snacks.

I followed at a bit of a distance (I deemed it unsafe to get that close to an angry woman with a big knife), kicking severed hands into the pile, swinging at any arms that got too close.

One hand reached out and grabbed her pants leg, and she went down hard. I chopped into its wrist, and the hand flew across the tunnel into the wall, tangling in a small nest of cables.

I ran past, grabbing her by the collar and hauling her up. She limped on, and I supported her weight as we passed the feeding frenzy.

"To our right. Up those stairs. I think it's the chem building."

"I thought we were going to the dorms."

"No. Mall."

We slammed through a door. The stairwell beyond was empty and dark, and utterly silent once the echoes of our abrupt entrance faded.

I lugged her up the stairs. She weighed a bit more than she had when I rescued her, but I felt it was wise not to mention that.

"Why are we going back to the mall?"

"Food. Shelter. Real clothes." She gestured at the mish-mash of men's clothes I had scrounged up for her. "Hair dye, so I can go blonde again and hide the grey."

"What grey?"

"Plus, we have a plausible story to tell the Army if they roll through asking survivors how they kept from getting infested: 'We locked ourselves in the mall and stayed put.'"

"You know that most of them will have seen Dawn of the Dead, so they'll know it's reasonable..."

"Right."

"I just came from the mall, though. Locked myself in there after Bobby and his wife got taken in."

"You mean Ricky."

"No, Kentucky Bobby."

"It was Ricky. Bobby was the one that was always in the bathroom."

"Really?"

"Are we going to the mall or not."

"Car."

"There's a lot full of them."

"No keys."

"I can hotwire one. My ex taught me. It's apparently a big thing in Russia to know how to steal a car."

"I've never heard that."

"You have now."

I sighed. "Let's go, then. I duct-taped a latch on the south side. We can get in there. Also, we should snag an electric or hybrid. Quieter. Won't draw as many."

"Let's roll."

She seemed a little better on her feet as we climbed the stairs to the first floor and went out into the bright, late-summer sunshine. I didn't comment on it, figuring she'd put it down to just twisting her ankle.

Outside, the way was clear, right up to the cars in the parking lot. A good half-mile walk.

Right out in plain view of any drones or satellite coverage.

"They'll see us if we go out there," I said.

"They'll be distracted by that," she said, pointing back at a pair of thick columns of black smoke.

"Good point."

RB-4: This is RB-4 to RQZ Six.

RQZ: This is Six, go ahead.

RB-4: Sir, it appears that our target has been heavily compromised. Seems that there was some kind of gas leak at objective 2, and it... well, it exploded. Sir.

RQZ: Can you confirm casualties from up there?

RB-4: Negative, sir.

RQZ: I would hate to have lost our best chance at curing this damned thing.

RB-4: Is it that bad, sir?

RQZ: Officially, it's contained.

RB-4: ...officially, sir?

RQZ: Unofficially, we may have a few isolated cases in an outlying suburb.

911 (dispatcher, just outside [REDACTED]): 911, what's your emergency?

Man: Help, my wife's gone fuckin' bonkers!

911: Where are you?

Man: I'm in my house, at [ADDRESS]. My wife brought home a stray dog, nice animal, collar and everything... it bit her, and she started... well, eating everything (BANG BANG BANG in the background) in the house.

Woman: LET ME IN, JERRY. I JUST WANT TO TALK!

Man: You already stabbed me with a fork, Ethyl, I'm not falling for it.

911: Officers en route, sir, stay on the line.

BANG BANG BANG

Woman: JUST OPEN THE DOOR, JERRY, WE CAN WORK THIS OUT.

Man: You've got rabies or something... I'm just getting you an ambulance.

Woman: I DON'T NEED A FUCKING AMBULANCE! YOU WILL IF YOU DON'T OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!!!

911: Where is the dog now?

Man: She ate it.

911: I... see. Hold for a moment, please.

Man: Wait...

bang bang bang

Woman: Honey, I'm sorry. Just come out and we can have a nice dinner.

CRASH!

Man: Fuck, Ethyl, how did you... AHHHHH!!! THAT FUCKING HURT!!!

The car we managed to snag was a Honda hybrid. Silent as the grave. {Jane} drove.

We went out the north entrance of the campus. Along the way, we saw sporadic knots of infested laying very still, with only a cursory glance at us as we drove by.

"Probably almost starved to death," {Jane} muttered.

"Yeah," I said.

"So you're just... letting the Army kill them all?"

This again.

"Yes. Better that than put the nanobots in the hands of anyone else."

"And you're okay with that?"

"No. I'm not. It hurts that I can't cure them. It would take more than I believe we have to cure them all. Plus, they did... things. We've seen them burn themselves to death rather than run from the fire. It's a good probability that most of these people would prefer to die."

{Jane} navigated to the entrance of [REDACTED] Mall and drove to the back side, where I had taped the door open.

She shut off the car, and stared out the window for a moment.

"I still need to figure you out. I'm not sure I totally trust you."

"Okay..."

"I know these... things... can affect the brain. They made me okay with killing and eating people. How do I know that you didn't program them to make me follow and obey you?"

"I wouldn't... couldn't... do that. How about, I take one end of the mall, you take the other..."

"Okay."

"If we stick together, we can get out of this. It's entirely up to you."

"Okay."

"Go think on it. Get real clothes. Get whatever food you want. I'll be in the electronics store."

An hour later, and I'm hiding in a mall bathroom with a fire axe. Again.

One last step, and we can be free of [REDACTED], out of the quarantine zone, and on our way.

[jgarcia0427]

P.D.S.D.

P.D.S.D.— I awoke behind closed eyes in the dead of night. ”I’m thirsty.”  I craved the bottled water at my bedside, but was much too groggy to sit up. It seemed hardly worth the effort.  “I’ll just rest here for a while...” So there I lie upon my left, with both legs stacked and slightly bent. My head rested atop the pillow, pinning down the arm beneath. Arched into a comfortable fetal position, I incubated within a warm cotton cocoon. But I harbored an uninvited infection within. The bottled water stood below, just out of reach between myself and the dresser mere feet ahead. “Welcome back, old friend.”  Immobilized once again, my eyelids weighed like sandbags and my body as stiff as concrete. I felt as though I had gazed upon Medusa herself. With shuttered eyes and an open mind, I relied upon all other senses for guidance. Against the darkness I lied, focusing my energy into taste, touch, smell and sound. The windowsill rested just overhead; I listened into the abyss above. A lone cricket chirped every few seconds. I could hear the occasional breeze squeeze between the crevices. Paralysis aside, it seemed a most typical night. I surmised the time was around one o’ clock. With sealed lips and all the muscle strength I could muster, I filled my mouth with saliva, then swallowed to quench my thirst for a little while. “Better than nothing.” Paralysis seemed most persistent with its steel-clad clutch. I continued concentrating into the dark outside where the breeze was soothing against the tide. I thought I even heard a leaf or two scrape along the ground, when suddenly...  *crunch*  It crumbled beneath a familiar heavy weight.  Was something there?  ... Someone? *Knock Knock Knock*  The side door rattled thrice.  “Who could that possibly be at THIS time?” I suspected it wasn’t for me. Perhaps it came from the front and I was misled. Or maybe from the neighbor’s house, in the backyard and just ahead? In any case I still couldn’t move, much less get up to check. Everything was still for several seconds. I noticed the cricket’s performance came to an abrupt end. “Whoever it was, they must have left.”  I had peace of mind and all was calm once more.  But then... *CRACK*  The fragile silence was shattered by breaking glass.  A brisk chill swept through the bedroom door where my cocoon quickly turned into an igloo. It turned much too cold to be of house temperature. Indeed the side door had been breached. *click*  *CrAcKlE*  *CRUNCH*  I heard two steps trample the glass underneath.  “You don’t have much time,” my thoughts repeated along the sounds of violence outside. I imagined stealthily grabbing my nearby machete. I would hide just behind the door so when the intruder creaked it open and took a couple steps forward, I could pounce for a preemptive strike. Disarm, wound then ensnare, I knew what I had to do. “Get up. GET UP!” I struggled some more but couldn’t budge an inch. My flesh betrayed me. Normally paralysis dissipated within the minute, but it seemed several had passed whereas my eyes remained cemented. The paralysis concealed any shakes and shivers within my skin. *Thump Thump Thump*  Heavy boots rattled the hardwood floors just up the hall.  Caught In the crosshairs at an intersection, my room was surely to be first. I had to act quickly. Luckily, I had a Plan B—submission. Be the cricket. Play dead. Rather, pretend to sleep. I would have to put on the performance of a lifetime. I technically didn’t ‘see’ anything, but what story would my body or closed eyes tell? I had to use the paralysis to my advantage. Leave all to fate; roll the dice. This was to be my Hail Mary and with a little luck, I might be spared. As the footsteps drew nearer I checked myself and composed. I took one last drink from my dry throat and slowed my breathing. “Be still. It will be over soon...” The footsteps stopped at my door for a brief moment. “Stay calm. Keep silent.” *Thump Thump Thump Thump*  They rang louder then stopped once again at the bedside between myself and the dresser. A brash, heavy breathing dominated the room. I felt judging eyes staring down at me as I slowly and meticulously rolled my own, pretending to be in deep sleep. A loud *THUD* struck the ground at the foot of my bed. My heart skipped. Then a long, agonizing *zzzziiipp*. There was no mistaking—the undoing of a duffel bag. My performance was a failure. In truth, it probably didn’t matter at all. Gravity was intent on holding me down for one last time for my day of reckoning. “You win,” I thought, commending the sleep paralysis. I never imagined it would literally be the death of me.  *click*  *clack* Rustling noises were followed by the sound of a shotgun being loaded. “Just close your eyes. It will all be over soon,” my final thoughts. Suddenly, the fear subsided and everything was right with the world. I embraced my fate. Two new eyes stared back in my direction. My hands were clean. In fact, conditions couldn’t have been more perfect. Most people can only dream of such a quick, painless death in their sleep. I was already paralyzed. Maybe, I wouldn’t feel anything. “It will be over soon.” I knew I did all I could.  Acceptance.  Ataraxia. *BANG*  A single blast through the chest pinned me against the bed. A slight sting followed with nothing. The same darkness I had already been staring into greeted me, only this time it was a little bit darker. I felt like a small gray smudge in the middle of a pitch black canvas. “Coward.”  ...  “Still nothing?”  “So this is what it’s like to be dead.”  “It’s very quiet.”  “And dark.”  There was no sense of direction or time in the abyss. I floated upside down & right side up at the same time. I simply existed but then no longer existed.  How much time passed anyway? I was angry.  And I was disappointed that I didn’t get to put up a fight to that scum.  And I was happy that I didn’t have to fight either.  And I was thankful.  But I was mixed.  I felt everything but also nothing.  I was numbed. “I guess that’s it. Now what?”  ... I lay deceased among the mute void. Several silent moments later, I gasped for air. That final blast fizzled out from my eardrums and a slight sting eased from my chest. Rebirth.  Sweating, I awoke upon my left, with both legs stacked and slightly bent. My head rested atop the pillow, pinning down the arm beneath. “A dream?!”  Arched into a comfortable fetal position, I lied there for a moment to catch my breath, this time with eyes wide open. “So thirsty...” I drank all from the Holy Grail at my bedside. Once more I cheated death in the face of the reaper; invincible yet again. Everything somehow felt less detailed and reassuring though.  “Is THIS real?”  I got up to refill the water then checked to ensure the door’s latch was secure, as if that somehow mattered. I returned to my resting place and closed my eyes to sleep once more. In the wake of my worst nightmare, death no longer phased me. I have witnessed myself burning up, bleeding out, suffocating, falling and falling apart in limbo infinitum, but none ever as real as seemingly passing over for myself. Reality was surreal in comparison.  —FIN Notes:  * Longest single session of sleep paralysis that lasted entire dream. The dream itself felt like it lasted for several minutes. I tried to move and open my eyes multiple times--not all instances are mentioned. * During the shot, I felt as if I fell through the bed (hypnic jerk?) Behind my eyes, a single flashing mental image of the aftermath, my body and the bed’s stuffing above, then more dark. * The only dream I can recall being entirely picture-less from beginning to end. No vision/all black. But among the most vivid and detailed from all other senses. * The heavy boots are reminiscent of a tall shadow man who has watched me at night before. But I didn’t see his face this time. * The crunching leaf sound was the first sign of uneasiness that likely led the dream into a downward spiral of horror from thereon. (This is why positive associations are important to turn the tide or lucid dream during sleep paralysis.) * There’s no way to actually know for how long, but it seems I had stopped breathing from the moment of being shot until I awoke, breathless. Is this how S.U.D.S./S.A.D.S. happens? * Although it feels much longer, I estimate I was in the void for 15-20 seconds. Limbo & this state of hypnagogia is timeless. * From *crunch* to the acceptance, this is the single most terrifying dream I’ve ever had. Even after fully waking, I was convinced it actually somehow happened. * Is THIS real life? * P.D.S.D. - As result of the dream, a single thing from one of the remaining senses has the potential to be utterly frightening and startling to such a paralyzing degree. Any guesses?