#shepherd graveyard

[petsincollections]

Strother Athey with His Dog at the Shepherd Graveyard, Shepherdstown, W. Va.

Identifier: 013204

Title: Strother Athey with His Dog at the Shepherd Graveyard, Shepherdstown, W. Va.

Description: Gate to old Shepherd graveyard, and east end of Episcopal rectory. Strother Athey and dog.

Acquisition Source: Williams, H. H. Acquisition

Method: Loan

Medium: print

West Virginia History OnView

[aroacecaduceus]

One wish I have for the Mighty Nein series is that Caduceus does not know how to fight at all.

Like not even a little bit. Like he’s completely useless in a bar fight.

Like, I want him in the fights, don’t get me wrong. I want them to show him cancelling crits somehow, like one of the Mighty Nein is about to be fucking destroyed and vines form around them and yank them back or something. I want them to show him casting holy weapon on Beau’s hands. Maybe he creates some fun shields when things attack.

But most of the time in battle, especially at the beginning, when he’s the new guy, I want him to be the most cringe-fail fighter to ever exist. I want them to get into a fight with pirates and just get knocked unconscious in one punch. I want them to rush out and accidentally steal that boat and realize they left Caduceus behind on the dock bc he didn’t know what was happening.

My man grew up as a healer and a graveyard attendant. If this boy threw a punch he’d break his hand on the other guy’s jaw. But don’t worry because he’d never think to throw a punch anyway.

In the game, he needed to do some fighting sometimes. But in the show, I think he should just hide away for nearly every battle. He should not cause a single drop of blood. Even when he’s angry. He’s the healer. Not because of the god he worships (she’s actually a freak) but because of a personal choice.

The only time he should attack is if they show the scene with sheep Caleb.

[mvrsreads]

Okay okay finally getting around to posting my January recap (I’m only 4 days late right)

Overall I’ll give this month a mid review- fantasy is just disappointing me recently idk what to do guys😫I think I need better books. Def gunna try more romance bc it’s February (duh) but I need a fantasy breather after onyx storm, it was too much for me (it’s not high fantasy I’ll die on that hill)

📖👇🏻Further explanations/ reviews below👇🏻 📖

🌳 Two Twisted Crowns 5/5 ⭐️- Fave book of the month!! I was SO down with The Shepherd King duology & very surprised by it. I feel like I don’t hear as much about them?? But Rachel Gillig really saved fantasy as a whole for me rn

🐉 Onyx storm 3/5 ⭐️- Rebecca Yaros ruined the vibes again- I truly still feel like a hater but nobody can convince me onyx storm is good, I’m still mad. Just ?? Why

👑 Kings Cage 3/5 ⭐️ - idk if I can force myself to finish the red queen series. I think I’d love it if I was 12-15 but I fear im just old now😭😭 I’ll finish it bc I have the box set but it won’t be easy.

🐦‍⬛ A court of Ravens and Ruin 4/5 ⭐️- I got this in a blind date with a book, had never heard of it, but actually really liked it too! I instantly got the other 4 in the series, it focuses more on Norse mythology which is new for me and I thought it was super interesting!

🐭Graveyard Shift 3/5 ⭐️- It’s a short story so not a whole lot of room to critique it. I def think it would be great if it was full length. The characters were fun, again it would just be better if there was more of it but I can’t fault it on that 🤷🏻‍♀️

[soulofamutt]

Update photos! Ventus got his rally intermediate titles. For hisb3rd birthday we went to the sunshine cluster show and got meet some mudi!

[gojossugarcandy]

It was a Saturday night. Saturday nights always guaranteed party nights at club until the security guards throw everyone out for closing. But it also guaranteed a girls night. You and your she-friends stayed there until 2 A.M. Never have you guys left earlier.

But recently, there was an addition to the group. It was a boy, his name was Aiden, who was from your college. Calling him handsome would be a huge understatement with those beautiful hazel eyes which complemented his tan face and brown eyes. Definitely a model material.

He was introduced by one of your friends last week. But you'd rather not reminisce that memory. Your secret bf, Elias, had seen him dropping you off at your home which ended up with you pulling an all-nighter and your legs being jellos.

This time, you were determined to take his number. Aiden gave off the vibes of haven. A place where you could go when you fought with your overly obsessed boyfriend. Yes, he was a yandere. Accepted he was obsessed with you. But you felt like he was restricting you a bit too much. Yandere behavior had always been out of your mind's reach. A concept which only suited fairy tales.

"Y/n?"

Your head snapped to the side as you stared at the man named Aiden.

"Y/n, what happened? we have been calling you for, like, the last five minutes" Your friend enquired.

"Nothing, few sleepless nights have sucked the energy out of me. Hey! Why is our table empty? bring in some beer and vodka!" You cheered, but feeling a tinge of nervousness. A feeling of being stared at. Paranoia was a common thing when you had a yandere bf, so you just decided to ignore the feeling and gulp down some drinks.

You took a glass and gulped it in one go, your friends cheering you on and then you gulped down another one

and another

and another

and another

and so it went on.

While on a place at a distance from the club was a German shepherd, lying down, waiting for its owner. The door knob started turning, as the dog's tail starts wagging. But the knob just keeps on going down and up, down and up until it stopped.

The dog's survival senses started kicking in as it starting barking. But to no avail, the other side of the door silent, like the calm before the stop. A few thuds on door and then it goes radio silent.

Soon the windows fly open, cold winter frost turning the room in the temperature no different from that of graveyards as a man climbed in. The dog, not smelling his owner's scent, jumped at the intruder, struggling to bite in.

And down came the knife. Not once, not twice, not thrice but uncountable times.

As the intruder starts laughing hysterically, now staring at his hands covered in blood and the beheaded dog.

"She is not here, is she?" He mumbles, staring into the dark space.

He suddenly starts looking around frantically. Tears and sweat coming down as he starts laughing which transitions into crying. She didn't leave him, right? RIGHT?!

"Nononononono, No! No! No! But you- BUT YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T LEAVE ME!!! YOU SAID"

"AH! AH! AAGh!!!!"

As the screams echoes down, the girl unknown of what awaits her at home, gets drunk.

"Ugh! Guys, i can already feel the headache coming. Damn, tomorrow the hangover is going to kill me, Please attend my funeral guys!" You declare to your friends as you start getting up to leave. A little shiver ran down your spine as your intuitions beg you to not go back.

Well, you being you, you ignore it as another glass of drink runs down your throat and you start walking out, along with your friends.

Aiden, helps book a taxi as one by one everyone is seated in the taxis, with only you and Aiden left behind. As the last taxi comes, while you are just about to get in, he mumbles,

"Can i crash at your house, tonight?" The look in his eyes expresses a feeling which you have been longing for. Not possessiveness, not anger but lust. Only lust accompanied by no other strings.

But alas! You might be a open person but not a cheater.

"I, uh, I have a boyfriend." You declare, but he is quick to notice the hesitation and take advantage of it.

"It's fine, but do you truly want to be in such a relationship? I noticed your last week's trynna-hide-act. You literally weren't even being able to walk. I think that's rather toxic" The last line was said in a deep whisper, with leaning in to your face.

You couldn't resist the pull, as you both were just about to kiss the taxi driver honks.

You get startled as you push him back. "No, this isn't right. I love him, no matter who he is. I love his obsession with me and I'd rather not have you act like this with me, please" you plead, before sitting in the taxi.

As the taxi starts driving, you start thinking about his behavior, making you see Aiden in a new light which was definitely not good. Why did he try to hit on you, even when he knew you had a boyfriend?!

Agh! You'd rather not think right now. The splitting headache took over you as you slept in during the taxi ride.

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You gave in to your muscle memory, believing it to take you home and you soon reached your apartment's door.

"Haaaaaaaaaaahhhhh" A big sigh leaves the young drunk girl as she opens the door.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Soon enough, screams were coming out of the now-sobered-girl as she sees the pool of blood connected to a dog, which once had a beautiful face. Which one had a head. Now, beheaded, with a man sitting adjacent to it with a knife and a hysterical look in his eyes.

"Where were you?"

His question is answered, though not very clearly, by the owner's sobs. "Nonono, what did you do? Tell me you didn't do it Elias"

"WHERE WERE YOU?!" Her question is ignored as he stands up, staring at her kneeling form before her head looks up. She looks broken. She looks ruined. She looks beautiful. The thoughts run into his mind before her smells a particular cologne on her.

You see, Elias always had a sharp nose. And this nose picked up the scent of the man who had seen you off last week. Now, Elias was beyond pissed. But he was also hurt.

"Your talked with that man again? Even though you promised you wouldn't..."

He abruptly pulled a fistful of your hair, the knife still in his hand, as he said,

"Any excuse, love?"

Now, your reply decides your fate. A single error and you shall soon see the gates of death.

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@meo-eiru (The image up there belong to her. I really admire, adore, worship, words are not enough! creators like these as they draw such good drawing with their imaginations! Like damnnnnn! and then there is me. A person who likes drawing but is a huge failure. (I swear, my human faces look like monkeys😂🤣😂🤣) Anyway, seeing the image, I had like a context for it. I don't know if this is good or not. My previous stories are trash because I, like, had not motivation to write but just wanted to. But this one fanart fired my imagination up and I just started writing.

Also, it went on wayyyy longer. I meant it to be, like, a short story or like a drabble.

[psychhound]

howdy all!!!

i'm doing a quick solo sale from today until October 4th (my little sisters birthday <33) in order to get me to her graduation!! :D it's in december and oh boy can that hotel and plane ticket cost cost so ... sale!! i really want to be able to be there for his graduation so please check out the bundle!!

includes:

the narrator paradox: narrate the protagonist of your story as they attempt to defy you and escape the game

dead man's hand: play as a collector of tales, using poker hands to divine paranormal stories in the wild west

little shepherd, little spy: use your bookshelf to pass along messages in the fairy war

osteotzee: use a yahtzee scorecard to augur the deaths of mythical beasts

little celestial fieldwork guide: grab your camera and explore your city looking for hidden spirits and little gods

the graveyard game: write an ethnography of a magical, haunted graveyard

with breath & sword: use therapeutic grounding methods to fight or tame monsters

you are thinking about silver: an autofiction lyric game about being 14 in a family of werewolves

if any of those sound appealing please check out the bundle!! :D

[blingblong55]

Jokes and all -Simon "Ghost" Riley

Based on a request: Also, I was wondering if you could make a story where R/n’s past is like Ghost’s and R/n just makes jokes about the past🤔🤔🤔 ---- GN!Reader, platonic!relationship (no clue if this is even fluff) ----

War has always been a part of your life, much like Ghost's. It’s the constant hum in the background of your existence, the familiar rhythm you’ve grown up with. Your name? It’s R/n. But most people just call you Grim. It fits. Like Ghost, you’re a product of your past, a shadow of memories that echo through your actions.

You grew up in a rough neighbourhood in Manchester. Your father was a brute, a man who believed that fear was the best way to control a family. He’d come home drunk, looking for any excuse to use his fists. Your brother tried to shield you, but he was just a kid himself. Eventually, you learned to fend for yourself, to take the hits and keep going. The scars you carry are not just physical but etched deep into your soul. But you don’t let them define you; instead, you joke about them. It’s your way of coping, your shield against the pain.

Joining the military was your way out. The SAS became your new family, a place where you could channel your anger and your skills. You were good—no, you were damn good. It wasn’t long before you caught the attention of Lieutenant General Shepherd, and before you knew it, you were recruited into Task Force 141.

That’s where you met Ghost.

You were kindred spirits, though. Both of you had clawed your way out of hell, and in some twisted way, that formed a bond. He didn’t talk much about his past, but you saw it in his eyes, in the way he moved, always calculating, always prepared for the next fight.

One day, during a particularly gruelling mission in a remote part of Eastern Europe, you and Ghost find yourselves huddled behind an abandoned building, bullets flying overhead.

“Reminds me of home,” you quip, peeking out to return fire. “Except less screaming and more bullets.”

Ghost glances at you, his eyes crinkling slightly behind the mask. “You had bullets at home?”

“Nah, just the screaming. My old man loved to yell. Thought it would toughen us up. Guess he was right.”

He nods, understanding in his gaze. “Toughness isn’t just physical, Grim. Sometimes, it’s about surviving up here.” He taps the side of his head.

You chuckle, though there’s no humour in it. “Yeah, well, my old man did a great job then. Mental scars and all.”

You share a brief, heavy silence before Ghost gives the signal to move. You slip through the shadows, your training kicking in seamlessly. You’re a perfect team, your movements synchronized like a deadly dance. It’s in these moments of chaos that you feel most alive, and you know Ghost feels the same.

After the mission, you sit around a makeshift campfire, the rest of the team spread out, securing the area. Soap is tending to his gear, Price is on the radio, and Gaz is…well, Gaz is being Gaz.

You poke at the fire with a stick, lost in thought. Ghost sits next to you, his mask pushed up just enough to take a sip of water. “You ever think about going back?” he asks suddenly.

You snort. “To Manchester? Hell no. Nothing there for me but bad memories and a graveyard full of regrets.”

“Family?”

“Just my brother. Haven’t seen him in years. He got out before I did. Good for him, though. He deserves a better life.”

Ghost nods, understanding without prying. That’s the thing about Ghost—he never pushes, never demands more than you’re willing to give. It’s a silent respect you have for each other’s boundaries.

Days turn into weeks, and your missions grow more dangerous. Each time, you and Ghost fight side by side, your trust in each other is unspoken but absolute. You share dark humour to lighten the mood, your pasts becoming fodder for your twisted jokes.

One evening, after a particularly brutal mission, you find yourself staring at the stars, the weight of the world pressing down on you. Ghost joins you, his presence a comforting shadow.

“Do you ever wonder if we’ll make it out of this alive?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ghost is silent for a moment before replying, “Sometimes. But then I remember we’ve already survived the worst. This…” He gestures to the desolate landscape. “This is just another fight.”

You smile, a real one this time. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. We’re survivors, you and I.”

He looks at you then, really looks at you. “We’re more than that, Grim. We’re warriors. And we fight for those who can’t.”

You smirk, wanting to lighten the mood. “Look at us, all noble and heroic. Think we can get capes with our uniforms?”

Ghost chuckles softly, a rare sound. “Only if they come with matching tights.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I’d look good in tights. You, though? Not so sure.”

He tilts his head. “I make anything look good, Grim. Even tights.”

The banter, light and easy, wraps around you like a shield, deflecting the darkness of your pasts. In moments like this, you feel the weight lift, if only slightly, and you’re reminded why you fight.

The next day, you’re deep in enemy territory again, the tension high. As you navigate through a maze of crumbling buildings, you crack another joke. “You know, if we survive this, I’m buying you a drink. Or ten. You look like you could use it.”

Ghost smirks behind his mask. “You’re assuming I drink.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Come on, Ghost. Everyone drinks. Especially after dealing with this kind of crap.”

“Well, in that case,” he replies, “make mine a double.”

The mission is brutal, but you and Ghost emerge victorious, your bond stronger than ever. Later, as you sit around another fire, you share a flask, the warmth of the alcohol spreading through you.

“To surviving,” you toast.

“To more than surviving,” Ghost corrects, clinking his flask against yours. “To living.”

As you lie under the stars that night, the past feels a little less heavy, the future a little less daunting. With Ghost by your side, you know you can face whatever comes next. In the end, you’re more than your scars, more than your memories.

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[dark-twist-fairytales]

Okay, but idea/headcanon?

What if certain places/cultures had their own stories? Like, Gideon knowing about Shepherd because of his status as 'The Devil of the Plains', even past his passing because they're both from Yona. Even, possibly knowing about Queenie because of her own actions.

Kremy might know about Skrimm as a warning of graveyard patrons, even well past being the Baron's warlock.

Hell, for traveling and his thirst for knowledge: Frost and Gricko might know a lot of stories between the two of them. Frost wouldn't shy away from learning about Taishen and his home, for how respectful he is, and Gricko would want to learn anything about monstrosities, and monster hunters tend to give some of the best information.

Regardless, I think it would be cool if they told stories and tales about the other groups through learning and hearing about them.

[recycledraccoon]

Dawn of Justice - EPISODE 14

"This is like early-to-mid April. Your getting your kind of midterm report cards back." (1:11:02)

"However, you guys are in the lunchroom. They give you your midterm report cards. So today and tomorrow are the last days before you'll have your spring break..." (1:11:32-1:11:40)

"The next day you all come to school. Jawbone shepherd's you into Principle Aguefort's office. Where he takes the doorknob off the door, fixes on a strange, luminous green pearlescent doorknob, opens it, and all of you walk into the Last Standard Exam, AKA The Last Stand." (1:23:26-1:23:48)

Untapped Rage - EPISODE 16

"..'Hey Mazey. Just checking in. Maybe you wanted to hang out over spring break?' - 'Do you wanna take a picture?' - 'Okay, yeah. Everyone get close so you can't see the graveyard'..." (1:00:51-1:01:01)

"And then word gets our that your birthday's the 31st, which is election day. It's the Friday that the student elections are happening,...." (1:08:52)

The Name - EPISODE 17

"'Fabian's birthday, at this point, is like a week away, a week and a half away. The school's thing is still that they are on their spring break adventure, right?' - 'That's what they say about the Rat Grinders?' - 'About the Rat Grinders, yeah.'" (1:13:03-1:13:10)

Ragenarok (Part 2) - EPISODE 20

"Is there anything that you guys do before the school year ends?" (2:31:33)

Spring Break is in April, the academic school year ends in probably first week of June for Aguefort, and Fabian Aramais Seacaster's birthday is May 31st. He is also a Gemini.

[cobweb-forest]

Redid My intro:

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Hi, my name is Hawthorn,

I'm non-binary my pronouns are they them and creature(it just doesn't feel right to me).

my friends call me Puppy because I'm young at heart and I have a sweet trusting nature with ADHD. I'm 29 years old. My theriotype is a red husky I know I'm some type of wolfish canine, but I'm still learning about myself. The gear I have is a German Shepherd because it was a gift (maybe it's a sign from the universe that's my breed lol) I'm trying to save up for some more husky stuff., But I still like the affirming feeling seeing my tail wag in the shadow regardless of it being the wrong breed of dog..

my OC more resembles a black dog. I just like how I design this OC, honestly how I wish I looked, even though I'm a husky. I sometimes just wish I was a black wolf. I hallucinate a black dog I call Luna because he's always looking at the sky, I see him. randomly throughout the day and he'll growl at bad people.

I'm open to make new friends, but minors please stay away (no offense)

Religion I worship Hecate and the Earth.

I'm a digital artist. I enjoy doing quadrobics, hiking, I love all animals and love being a nurture. I also really love magical girl anime, horror movies, monster high and my little pony.

when I sleep at night I dream that a wolf dog I think a husky I can't see what I look like as a dog in these dreams just my paws. I know I'm some type of wolfish dog. I also have nightmares of my past life looking for my owner as a volcano explodes and ash rains down. I have dreams that I'm a dog in everyday scenarios and I think I shift into a dog somewhere in my dreams. I love the cold weather and the rain. I'm a big fan of graveyard and have a lot of history with them. I hope you like my art and randomness. Nice to meet u

[inventors-fair]

To the Best of their Abilities: Deputized Runners Up

Our runners up this week are @feyd-rautha-apologist, @helloijustreadyourpost, and @nine-effing-hells!

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@feyd-rautha-apologist — Bloodmire Leechfisher

Probably the only time I'd want to find my socks full of leeches, honestly. I really like everything going on with this card, honestly. It feels very much like a collection of moving parts working in harmony. Plus, although it's definitely got a bit of "feedback loop" to it, that's diminished by the fact that the card is physically unable to get the loop going by itself. Even once you've found a source of lifegain, it's tricky to find ways to get the Leeches tapped down until you hit the magic number of 3. There likely won't be many opportunities to attack with their fragile selves, after all. Plus, I'll openly admit that I'm a sucker (pun not intended) for any time vampires get associated with a bloodsucker besides bats. Big fan of what this card is putting down, essentially.

@helloijustreadyourpost — Aggressive Rearmament

I think the first thing I want to address here is the choice of creature type. It's interesting that you went with Construct when the Brother's War more typically dealt in Soldier tokens. It could be passed off as simply wanting to make the tokens with an ability distinct from those without, but I feel like there's a bit more to interpret. I like Construct here as evidence of Urza's personal touch, in a sort of parallel to the perennial Karnstruct token. The flavor text has him, in essence, talk about prioritizing both form and function, so it makes sense that they'd have a bit of a flair to them, if that makes sense. Anyway, the actual gameplay of the card is good. I kind of find myself wishing it was an instant, because flashing these in as blockers makes for a very fun swing, but I can understand the hesitation. Still, it's a bit of a do-anything card with a lot of applications, and I can't ask for much more in a common.

@nine-effing-hells — False Shepherd

"Not-quite-dead demon subtly influences the living to engineer its resurrection" is a tried and true trope, but it's also one I'm a very big fan of, so you score points there. Cards that accrue value from the graveyard are always fascinating to me. The mana cost here does a lot, as while just getting a free token every turn from turn 1 if you can entomb it is a bit much, having to pay a bit each turn makes it enough of a commitment. The sherpherd is certainly an impressive body, but I enjoy how the tokens have the ability to resurrect any old demon you might have in your graveyard, especially when those demons are much more tempting to get onto the battlefield on the cheap (Valgavoth, anyone?). Plus, that way the shepherd can stay put in the yard building up a flock again. If anything, resurrecting the card itself comes off as more of a Plan B, which is a teensy bit incongruent with the flavor, but it makes the gameplay flow so much smoother that I struggle to get hung up on it.

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And now it's all over. After a bit of a hiatus, though, I'm back on my regularly scheduled on-the-Discord-for-the-rest-of-the-day-taking-commentary-requests business, so don't be shy and come on down! —@spooky-bard

[macnmooore]

Gravestone

I have like a few short fics i wrote and i kinda wanna post them because I'm bored so here is one i wrote, which is obv the outsiders and its a little sad but not too much

I walk towards the graveyard after track practice. I feel I need to dress better or at least shower before visiting Johnny and Dally but I just wanna tell ‘em  how I won at the track race, in Darry’s eyes at least. 

It’s been almost a whole month after Johnny’s and Dallas death, the gang pitched in to get them buried since we knew either two of their parents wouldn’t have. Even Two-Bit’s mother helped, it was real kind of her to do that for some hoodlums. No, Johnny wasn’t, he was just a kid so was Dallas, but you could see Dallas’ death from a mile away. He would die young and desperate and the gang knew it, I think he knew it too but never said nothing about it.  Would explain why he acted so carelessly the way he did.

The gang and I decided to save a bit,  so Dally had been cremated and Johnny would have a coffin, he’s been burned enough in his lifetime. They had Dally’s ashes spreaded in Johnny’s coffin, they’re like brothers, they'd like to be beside one another even if they died. I miss the two of ‘em a lot, even if Dally was a prick he didn’t know any other way to act, at least that’s what I think. 

Once I found Johnny’s name etched into the stone as well as Dallas I sat by the tombstone. I sighed and wiped the space between the top of my Cupid's bow and the bottom of my nose. I felt my eyes well up but I wouldn’t cry, not here. I looked at the grass, plucking a few blades. I feel like I can still hear Johnny’s and Dallas' voices.

“Hey Johnnycakes hey to you too Dallas, there was a major track race today, I was gonna miss it with the grades I had but my teachers said they knew the situation so they said if I didn’t place seventh I couldn’t continue doing track. I  got fourth place. I didn’t care all that much, I haven’t really lately. It feels- everything doesn’t feel real a lot of the time. I was just gonna give up but Darry says I need to do well so I can get more of a scholarship to college, and I rather run fast then run out and have a whole repeat of the Bob thing but with some other Soc and with like Curly Shepherd or something. I swear I feel like a bad luck charm.” I ranted, as I continued to speak to, well at Johnny and Dally I started to actually look at the stone while talking. “Two-Bit mentioned that if it wasn’t for me and the rest of the gang Darry could’ve been a Soc, that’s been stuck in my head, and you guys…”

i'll prob post another fic i wrote here too after i transfer it from my notebook to my computer

[esperchallenge]

Deck 10 - Ain't No Party Like a Zombie Party Cuz a Zombie Party Includes Up to One of Each of Cleric, Rogue, Warrior, and Wizard

The Commander

Varina, Lich Queen was first printed as an alternate commander in the Subjective Reality precon released as part of Commander 2018. Up until very recently, Varina was one of your only on-theme choices if you wanted to combine the traditional Innistrad UB zombies with their WB Amonket cousins.

(more after the cut)

The Decklist

I decided that simply building a generic zombie typal deck didn't interest me. Instead, I took it in a goofier direction - what if all the zombies in the deck could be part of a party? That is, what if we limit ourselves to only wizards, clerics, warriors, and rogues?

Zombie wizards are by far the most abundant, with clerics in second, warriors in third, and rogues trailing far behind. Thankfully, OTJ introduced the zombie rogue token and several methods of creating them, so we can supplement our rogue count that way. In addition, we have honorary zombie-to-be and party payoff Nalia de'Arnise to help increase that count a bit more.

The Standout Cards

Coveted Prize is probably the strongest party payoff card ( it's between this and Nalia). If you have a full party, you have a tutor for any card for a single black mana that then also lets you cast a four drop for free.

I love Havengul Lich. It lets you cast creatures from any graveyard, and gains their abilities for the turn. Snipe your opponents' reanimate targets, steal their dead utility creatures, recast your own stuff, and have a blast doing it.

The Win Conditions

The main win condition is zombie beats, supplemented with lord effects and Calculating Lich. But in case of a board stall, we have Lich Lord of Unx and Shepherd of Rot to help seal the deal.

Final Thoughts

Zombies are a fun creature type. They have so much resiliency, and their card pool can apparently even support a less than ideal build like this. Thanks, Zombies!

[mistydeyes]

CONGRATS 🫶🫶❤️❤️💐💐. no like fr congratulations on 1k. Personally speaking, your works are excellent.

oh, and can I request graveyard - "please i don't want to die" with Price? I got that Tony and Peter Parker when Peter turned into dust vibes 💀yk. Anyways, take care!!

aww thank you so much @lake-lilium! literally was dying at the vintage justin bieber pic but yes this prompt is so giving that vibe so prepare for some ANGST :')

link to the prompt list and 1k celebration!

prompt: graveyard - "please i don't want to die"

pairing: John Price x gn!reader

warnings: DEATH, angst, swearing, depiction of blood and violence

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In Price's line of work, there was always a moment of panic when he was unable to get in contact with you. You remember you had to reassure him of your safety when you took a nap and missed a few of his calls. You couldn't blame him though for the worry. You didn't know much about his job but it was clear he had some enemies to be wary of. However, you would always reassure him as he left the house and you pet your German Shepherd by the door.

Despite seeing you off that morning, Price still couldn't shake the feeling building in his core. "Fuck, answer the phone," he murmured as yet another call went to voicemail. He slammed his fist on the steering wheel as he turned down your street. "Just give me a callback, love, on my way home," he said hurriedly as he hit the reddened button on his phone. "You're being paranoid, John," he laughed to himself, yet the feeling was still there. He pulled into your small driveway and turned off the car. All seemed normal as he closed the door gently and dragged the bag of dog food that you had asked him to get. However, when he saw the front door slightly ajar, he dropped it immediately and entered with caution mounting.

As he scanned the front foyer, he grabbed a firearm he kept in the hallway's closet. "You alright, love?" he called out as he searched for any sign of you or your beloved dog. His training almost seamlessly kicked in as he swept the house. He moved through the kitchen, finding a half-eaten bowl of soup, and prayed you had just gone up to the bathroom or bedroom. However, as he looked at the back door and noticed large muddy footprints heading in, he feared the worst. He opened it cautiously and could not have prepared for the sight in front of him. The normally fresh afternoon air smelled sickly of iron and blood. The muddy footprints ended at your feet and the grass was stained with crimson. You lay on your back your recently planted flower bushes with your hand over a gaping chest wound. He screamed at the sight and you looked over in shock. He rushed over as you spurt up blood and attempted to get up. "John," you whispered as he pulled off his shirt to stop the bleeding. "What the fuck happened?" he asked as he held you and grabbed his phone to call for the paramedics. "I don't know, John," you cried hysterically, "am I gonna die?"

He couldn't help but feel like he was going to be sick as you grasped at his shirt. His hands felt warm with your blood as he communicated the situation and tried to keep you awake. "It's okay, love, we'll find who did this," he whispered, trying to keep a level head as your eyes looked frantically around. "Where's Charlie?" you asked and he held your face gently. "We'll find him later, yeah? Just stay awake for me," John repeated and pulled you onto his lap as he propped you up against one of the flower beds. Price was always prepared for these scenarios on the battlefield. Keep watch, stop the bleeding, and make sure they stay awake. His mind was in overdrive as he never expected to bring this mentality home to you. "Hey, hey stay with me," he shouted as you began to close your eyes. He could hear the sirens approach and kept shaking your shoulder. "John, please," you began to say as your voice became weaker and your eyes began to flutter slowly, "please, I don't want to die." He could see small silver tears fall down your face as he held down on your sternum tightly. "Shhh," he tried to reassure, "just keep your eyes on me." "Please, I don't want to die," you kept repeating and wailing. The last words he would ever hear were your fearful sentiments coupled with the absolute horror in your dilated eyes.

[psychhound]

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[snapeaddict]

Snapetober Day 30: Ghost + Minvember Day 2: Scotland

This is a real folktale, very slightly modified, from Uist, Scotland. It was recorded by M. F. Shaw from the bard Seonaidh Caimbeul.

"Have we not celebrated enough? The pumpkins? The gory food? The costumes? What more do you want, headmaster?"

Albus took a seat next to Severus, settling himself in the armchair rather carefully as he was holding a teacup, full to the brim. He merely smiled.

"You did not even dress up, Severus. And I was thinking - what about ghost stories? It would be a nice way to finish the evening. Wouldn't it, Minerva?"

The Potions Master rolled his eyes. He was still standing next to his chair, his arms folded and a usual scowl on his face; those who knew him well, though, could tell, after scrupulous observation, that there was a hint of amusement in it.

He sat in the armchair next to him unceremoniously, as though he had been forced to and not merely - and very civilly - invited to join the group. 

"I know one", Minerva replied, handing him a cup of tea with a cunning smile. "My mother told it to me when I was a girl. It is from Uist, I believe."

"Indulge us, Minerva", Severus muttered, accepting the hot beverage. "Albus seems to be in dire need of embracing his inner child tonight."

"And you should too, sometimes, my boy", the headmaster remarked humorously. "It would do you good."

"Now that sounds properly terrifying."

"Should I tell it, yes or no?" Minerva interrupted them, her eyebrow raised. 

Her expression was very teacher-like. Albus Held up his hands apologetically. 

"Pardon us, my dear. Do proceed."

Minerva put down her cup and cleared her throat, dusting her robes as she gathered her thoughts. Around them the staffroom was dark, save from the halo of light where they were sitting: it emanated from the fireplace behind them, and in it, the embers were dark red.

"There was a shepherd who lived in his father's cottage, on the high slope of Beinn Mhòr. He had a wife and a daughter, and the daughter was deaf and numb. His father was a very old man of a very evil temper, and one night he fell ill, and died. So the husband and his wife placed him in a bier, and the shepherd set out to town to bring back people to help him carry the body. The mother, with her little child, sat next to the fire in silence."

In the fireplace, a piece of wood, almost entirely consumed, fell from the burning pile with a thud.

"Suddenly, the mother heard the corpse move. And so the child looked up and spoke her first words: "Grandfather is rising. He will eat you; but he won't touch me."

Albus cast her a horrified glance.

"The mother caught the child and fled to the nearest bedroom", Minerva continued, "and she bared the door with everything she could find. The corpse rose and came to the door, and he began to dig away the earth under the lintel with his white hands. The mother and her girl saw his fingers, then his arms, then his head appear - but at this moment the cock crew and he led completely still."

At this point, even Severus had stopped sipping his tea.

"The corpse was there until the shepherd came back with men from the village and lifted him back onto the bier. The mother and child watched as he was pulled below the door, his horrible smiling face disappearing last. They buried him in a graveyard on the north side of Loch Eynort, at a place called An t-Uchd uidhe. There is a hole where he is buried, and you can still see it to this day."

Then, with a content smile and innocent countenance, Minerva picked up her teacup, humming softly while both her colleagues stared at her with their mouths hanging slightly open. Their own tea was long forgotten.

"That's your children's ghost story?" Severus finally said, pulling himself together. "That's the kind of bedside story your mother told you as a child?"

Minerva smiled facetiously.

"That's the Gaelic spirit for you, dear", she replied in an angelic tone.

"He will eat you, but he won't touch me?"

Albus still had not spoken. The Potion Master, turning his head slightly, glanced at him quickly. Then, turning back to Minerva, he said ironically:

"If he cannot sleep tonight and ends up knocking on your door, that is on you and the Gaelic spirit."