#sophia and shane

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hi there, i feel like our spouse doesn't react much to all the magical weirdness on our farm

Can i get some hc for Sdv+sve spouses one day waking up and being able to see an army of juminos recolting crops (farmer have like 4/6 juminos huts and lots of crops)

And the farmer just say "oh you can finally see them" while giving the juminos some raisins.

Heya 👋 Thank you for your ask, dear anon! (and I apologize for taking a little longer to answer 😅).

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SDV/SVE bachelors:

Alex can't believe his own ears! Spirits? For real? No way! The athlete dropped everything and quickly walked over to one of the Junimo and started poking at them, causing the little creature to squeak. "Alex, don't be rude. At least offer them raisins first." "Oh, sorry..." But he can't help himself because... a real spirits!

"Hey hon, I made you coffee-" Stepping out onto the front porch of the farm house, Shane found an army of apples with eyes and arms and legs following Farmer around like little chickens following mama hen. With a "fuck this shit, I'm out" face, he walked back home, thinking it was all from lack of sleep.

Sam's eyes nearly popped out of his orbits when he saw Farmer surrounded by apple-like creatures that were jumping and reaching for the raisins in Farmer's hands. The guitarist approached his spouse with an obvious question, but his stomach rumbled treacherously. "Do you have any raisins left for me?" Breakfast first, question later.

"Huh." That was all Sebastian expressed as he treated Junimo to some raisins. This creatures kinda cute, actually. "Sebby, dear, didn't it surprise you at all?" *Sebastian looks at the huge slime hutch, the coop with void chickens, the giant golden clock and the four tall warp obelisks* "Nah, not really, why?"

Not believing his own eyes, Harvey wiped his glasses and looked again, but what he saw before him had not changed. Farmer was still standing over the strange leaf house, and the apple-like creatures were still jumping around them. The doctor felt a little uneasy. He wants to ask. At the same time, he doesn't want to ask anything, lest he break his mind completely.

At first Elliott couldn't understand why there were different apples lying around his spouse. Red, yellow, green... blue and purple? Until those apples had eyes, arms and legs. "Good morning, Elliott, did you sleep well?" Apparently not, because the writer feels that sleep deprivation is making him see some... jumping apples.

Why would Magnus be surprised by the existence of Junimo? In fact, he's the one who introduced Farmer to these creatures. Interest in how his spouse had made friends quickly with the forest spirits, yes, but surprised? He is a wizard, he'd seen more stranger things than that in his life.

Well, that.... explains why Farmer refused Victor's advice to hire some helpers for the farm. Turns out his beloved spouse already has helpers... Little, apple-like helpers. Victor knows magic exists, but he didn't think he'd see something like this in real life. This is great, actually. Very interesting.

Does Lance see Junimo? *Chuckle* Of course, dear Farmer, and not only does he see them, but he even managed to ask the little forest spirits a few questions. For a good portion of raisins, because they love this treat so much. When else would the gallant adventurer have a chance to chat with Junimos, hm?

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SDV/SVE bachelorettes:

It had been about half a minute, and Maru couldn't let go of the idea that what she was seeing was the work of magic, and not Farmer's little robotic assistants. Magic, spirits... No, that somehow doesn't fit in her head. She's determined to study these 'Junimos' to see who or what they are. Erm, if the Farmer and the creatures themselves don't mind, of course.

You know that state when you have a lot of conflicting emotions bubbling up inside you, you don't know how to react to your own cognitive dissonance about the "magic" that is right in front of your eyes, but you try to stay positive for the sake of the person you love? That's what Penny was experiencing when her spouse was showing her forest spirits.

"Oh, so cute!" Abigail has a bit of magic in her, so of course she can see Junimo too. She's in awe of these forest creatures! And they are such wonderful helpers, harvesting the crops. "My spouse pays you well, yeah?" And the little Junimos jump around happily with tasty raisins in their little hands.

"Eeew! What is tha- Ah, okay, at least it's not rats." Apparently Haley can excuse cute magical forest spirits, but she draws the line when it comes to rats. Because she's terrified of those rodents, yuck. Junimos at least help her beloved Farmer with work, and they smell like forest freshness.

Merciful Yoba! Emily felt the presence of someone's unusual aura, but she couldn't explain who it was coming from. It turned out that all the time the little apple-shaped creatures had been at the farm and had helped her spouse! Kind spirits, how wonderful! And they like raisins? Oh, she sure has a treat for her new forest friends!

Huh, when Leah mentioned that Stardew Valley is "full of magic," she meant that it's full of inspiration for her future works, not literally... Oh, well. Yes, strange little creatures live with her and Farmer, so what? They're cute, kind, and hard-working. Great neighbours (not like she had when she lived in the Zuzu City).

Olivia thought all week that there were a bunch of mice running around the farm, stealing the ripe wheat. After expressing their fears to Farmer that their crops might be destroyed by pests, Farmer showed their wife that it wasn't mice, but little helpers, Junimos, who live there. ...She need a glass of wine. Maybe two.

"Oh, do you see them too, dear?" To be honest, Claire would rather not see them. Not that she minded the cute, erm, creatures, just... Eh, you know what? Why should she be surprised at all? There are so many unusual things and creatures (golden chickens, slimes) on her spouse's farm that there's no point in her being surprised.

Sophia was stuck somewhere between the "Adorable lil apples!" and "Eeeeep! What is that?!" when she saw her spouse surrounded by a dozen magical Junimos. The pink-haired girl floods Farmer with questions and tries to take pictures of the forest creatures on her phone, to show Scarlett (only they've scattered now, awww!)

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[danineedsanap]

I need all my Daryl Dixon girlies to remember that, at the very least he USED to, POSSIBLY STILL DOES, believe he saw a real Chupacabra.

That’s it

That’s the post

[banshees-martin]

the early seasons of twd will always hold a special place in my heart

[jing-hee]

손그림으로 그린거 (*페니 개망했습ㄴ디ㅏ)

[ghostywastaken]

Here are my thoughts on the walking dead. (Twd, ftwd, and some of the webisodes.), I've seen almost 3 or 4 seasons of twd. And almost 2 seasons of ftwd.

Character ratings first! (Only the characters I've seen myself in the shows.)

Twd first!

Rick grimes. I love him, he was a good sheriff, dad, and husband. He is also a good friend to shane aswell, but their friendship does break up in season 2. Anyway, I like ricks character and the idea of him waking up in the hospital.

Shane walsh. I have a love-hate type thing for shane, yes shane did try and save rick and was a good friend but he also is extremely hot-headed. He literally almost SA'd lori in the rec room when they were in the CDC.. so that's just my thoughts. Also he is hot. So yeah..

Lori grimes. I liked her, she was a good mother, and semi good wife. She was sweet too, and she went right back to rick after finding out he was alive. That's really good of her to do so.

CARoL grimes: he is in my top fav characters list, he is a good brother and he cares about people. And he stayed strong for a while. He also is sensitive but I was the same way at his 12yr old age. And the fact that he had mercy to shoot his own mother was intense, and I cried when lori died.

Hershel greene: love him, he is a good man. He raised his daughters well.

Hershel rhee Jr: a cute character, and he was so sweet, & kind like glenn was at the beginning in general.

Morgan Jones: he was a great father, and he was a excellent survivor in the Apocalypse.

Glenn rhee: LOVE HIM.

Judith grimes: one of my favorite badass children in the Apocalypse. And she was a adorable toddler and infant.

R.J grimes: HE IS SO ADORABLEE

The Greene family in general: love the fam.

Carol and Sophia: great mother and daughter duo, but Sophia's death is sad in the show. (ED CAN FUCK OFF)

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Spitting bars

[final-girl96]

Broken World: Chapter Eighteen

"Oh, calm down, Dixon.” I pulled a shirt on and a pair of sweats. “There I'm fully clothed.” I pulled a pair of clean socks out of my duffle and sat on the couch. It's funny, I have a ton of underwear and socks but only have five shorts and three pairs of pants. My closet at my apartment is full of clothes, but I only grabbed a few things then practically shoved my whole sock and underwear drawer in my bag. I also only grabbed two regular bras and like five sports bras. Of course, at some point I will only end up with everything. “I'm going to check out that wreck room real quick, see if there are any good books.”

Daryl hummed and took a swig from the bottle in his hand. I stood up and started for the door. With my hand on the handle I paused. “Hey, Daryl?” I waited for a response, not turning around. I heard a grunt of acknowledgement. “I'm sorry.” I turned my head, making eye contact with him. A look of confusion washed over his face. He opened his mouth to say something but I walked out of the room before he could.

I walked down the hall, passing Lori, who had her head down and was walling fast. I caught sight of a couple tears running down her face when she lifted her head just a fraction. “Lori, are you alright?” I asked. She stopped in her tracks, straightened up, and whipped her cheeks. She had her back to me when she said, “yeah.” Turned around and gave me a weak smile. “It's just been a little overwhelming these past couple days with Rick coming back losing Jim and Amy, along with others. I'm grateful Jenner let us in here. We can be safe here.”

I noticed how she was a little shaky. Her hands and voice trembled and she looked distraught. I didn't say anything though and just nodded. “Yeah, hopefully this place is good.” I didn't want to say that we weren't going to be here long. That the clock in the great room was counting down. It was probably counting down to the end of this place. There was no way this building could keep going for long. It was designed to keep very dangerous diseases from getting out into the world. Disease that could be weaponized. They wouldn't let that happen even in an event like the one we're currently battling.

I said my good night's to Lori and headed to the wreck room. I was looking at the books when the door opened. “Lori?” I turned my head to see Shane standing by the door. “She went to bed,” I told him. He looked me up and down, leaned on the door and smirked. He was clearly very drunk and I was starting to wonder if he was the real reason behind Lori's tears. I wouldn't be afraid to bet he was, seeing as I started feeling very uneasy when he moved further into the room. I decided to ditch the books and just head back to the room. “Well, I'm going to bed,” I said, walking around the opposite side of the pool table from where Shane stood.

I didn't even make it to the door before he quickly moved to stand in front of me. “Wow. Wow. Hold on there. How about we get to know each other better.” I stepped back from him when he reached out his hand to touch me. “Yeah, I'd rather not. Now if you'll excuse me.” His hand caught my upper arm as I went to walk past him. “Come on now, don't be like that.” His grip tightened on my arm when I tried to pull away. “Let…go…of…me!” I yanked my arm free, stepped away from him moving closer to the door. “Don't ever put your hands on me or anyone else ever again. I won't hesitate to put you down.” When I got back to the room Daryl was passed out on the couch. I walked in quietly, locked the door behind me, and laid down, quickly falling asleep.

The next morning I woke up to an empty room. I groaned as I stretched my body out on the cot. I will admit that I haven't gotten a good night's sleep since this shit show happened. Staring up at the ceiling I sighed and rubbed my hands over my face then reluctantly sat up. I got dressed and headed to the dining area, where I found everyone else eating breakfast. T-dog handed me a plate with eggs, bacon and toast. I thanked him and sat down beside Glenn, who groaned and held his head In his hands. “I'm never drinking again,” he mumbled. I patted him on the back with a chuckle and took a bite of eggs. Five minutes later Rick walked in and Lori handed him a bottle of aspirin.

Shortly after that Shane walked in. I hadn't noticed last night but he had a scratch mark on his neck. Rick asked him about it and he gave the excuse of he must have done it in his sleep. He looked at Lori when he agreed with Rick that it wasn't like him to do that. This just confirmed what I had suspected last night; he was the cause of Lori's tears. Everyone ate their breakfast until Dale looked At Jenner and spoke. “Doctor, I don't mean to slam you with questions first thing…” he said. “But you will anyway.” Before Dale could ask anything Ansrea jumped in, “We didn't come here for the eggs.” He looked around at everyone, sighed, and told us to follow him.

We were led to the big room and the lights flickered on as we entered. “Give me playback of TS-19,” Jenner said, walking towards the large monitor in the wall. Vi, the virtual intelligence spoke up, “Playback of TS-19.” A few beeps sounded and the screen lit up. A scan of a person showed up on the screen and Jenner looked up at it. Everyone spread out and looked from him to the screen. “Few people ever got a chance to see this. Very few,” he said. “Is that a brain?” Carl asked in amazement. “An extraordinary one. Not that it matters in the end,” Jenner told him, mumbling the last part. “Take us in for E.I.V..”

Vi listened, saying, “Enhanced internal view.” Then she changed the screen. “What are those lights?” Lori asked. Jenner looked back at her for a second before giving his attention back to the screen. “It's a person's life... experiences, memories. It's everything. Somewhere in all that organic wiring, all those ripples of light, is you... the thing that makes you unique. And human.” Daryl scoffed, “You don't make sense ever.” I rolled my eyes and looked at him. “Those are synapses, electric impulses in the brain that carry all the messages. They determine everything a person says, does or thinks from the moment of birth to the moment of death,” Jenner continued.

“Death? That's what this is, a vigil?” Lori asked. “Yes. Or rather the playback of the vigil,” he clarified. “This person died? Who?” Andrea asked. Jenner looked at the monitor and was silent for a few seconds. “Test subject 19. Someone who was bitten and infected... And volunteered to have us record the process. Vi, scan forward to the first event.”

“Scanning to first event,” she said and a new image showed up. We watched as the lights slowly faded to black. “What is that?” I asked. “It invades the brain like meningitis. The adrenal glands hemorrhage, the brain goes into shutdown, then the major organs. Then death. Everything you ever were or ever will be... Gone,” he explained. “Is that what happened to Jim?” I heard Sophia ask Carol. “Yes.”

Andrea was looking at the screen and a few tears fell and Jenner looked at her with a little concern. “She lost somebody two days ago. Her sister,” Lori informed him. Jenner gave Andrea a soft look, “I lost somebody too. I know how devastating it is. Scan to the second event.”

“Scanning to second event,”Vi annoyed and switched to the sec9nded event. TS-19's brain lit up but not like before. “The resurrection times vary wildly. We had reports of it happening in as little as three minutes. The longest we heard of was eight hours. In the case of this patient, it was two hours, one minute... Seven seconds.” I looked fr9mt the screen to Jenner. He was talking like he knew this person. “It restarts the brain?” I asked.“No, just the brain stem. Basically, it gets them up and moving,” Jenner said. “But they're not alive?” Andrea asked.

“You tell me,” Jenner said, looking at her. She looked back at the screen, “It's nothing like before. Most of that brain is dark.” Jenner nodded and hummed. “Dark, lifeless, dead. The frontal lobe, the neocortex, the human part... That doesn't come back. The you part. Just a shell driven by mindless instinct.” Al of a sudden something went through the head of TS-19 “God. What was that?” Carol asked. “He shot his patient in the head. Didn't you?” Andrea asked.

Jenner didn't respond, instead he said, “Vi, power down the main screen and the workstations.” Vi shut the power down the main screen and workstations. “You have no idea what it is, do you?” Lori asked. “It could be microbial, viral, parasitic, - fungal,” he lis5ed pff. “Or the wrath of God?” Jacquie said. “There is that.”

[scarisd3ad]

Doctor duties

part of the 'to the end and back' series (Daryl Dixon x reader)

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Summary - reader doing her doctor duties while at the quarry

Warnings - none

era - quarry (season one)

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All my medical equipment is set up on a table near Dale's parked RV. I've got a little fold-up table and two chairs set up. Glenn had brought the folding chairs and table on a run a while back because 'the doctor shouldn't have to do her duties on the ground.' no matter how often I tell Glenn that I'm not a doctor, he still calls me 'doc.'

I don't get many illnesses in the group, but there are a lot of cuts, bruises, and injuries. "Hey, doc, can you check this out for me?" Shane asks as he walks over and sits in the chair across from me. "sure," I say as he puts his arm up onto the table, revealing a nasty cut. It's deep, and he'll probably need stitches.

 "how'd this happen?" I ask as I take some alcohol on a cotton pad and dab it across the cut. "Out on a run for water, cut myself up on a fence post," he says with a hiss as the alcohol hits his wound. "Sorry, sorry," I mutter as I grab some gauze, a needle, and some thread. "you're probably gonna need stitches, though." I clean the needle with some alcohol before threading the needle. "Alright, this is probably gonna hurt. I'm sorry," I say before stabbing the needle through his skin.

Shane hisses as he grips the plastic table. "Ke-keep going," he mutters. I finish his stitches before wrapping it up with gauze and sending him on his way. "y/n! y/n! y/n!" Sophia runs up to my table with Carl trailing behind her. "What is it, soph?" she points to a band-aid barely sticking to her leg. "Can I have another?" she asks. I don't understand why kids are so obsessed with band-aids; the scratch on her shin is long gone and has been for a week. "sure," I say before reaching into the band-aid box and handing her one.

 Sophia and Carl run off again, leaving me to clean up the mess of blood left on the table after Shane's stitches. "Hey..." I look up to see Glenn standing there with a smile. I raise my eyebrow skeptically. "What do you want, dumbass?" I mutter as he sits in the chair across from me. "nothin' just wanted to say hi," I roll my eyes. "don't touch anything." Glenn raises his hands before laughing, "I won't, alright?" we sit there chit-chatting until we notice Daryl Dixon walking towards us.

Oh god, my heart speeds up. I'm scared of him and his brother everyone is. No one understands why either of them are staying with us; they are rarely at camp anyway. Merle is always out, raising havoc. Half the time, we don't know where the fuck he is. And Daryl is always out hunting; if he's not, he's telling nonsense stories about a chupacabra.

"Hey doc, need yer help." Daryl only asks for help if he really needs it. I gesture for Glenn to move while staring at him with pleading eyes, begging him not to leave me alone with him. "what's wrong?" I ask as Daryl takes a seat. "Just want ya to look at this scratch," he says, tapping a small, almost healed cut on his cheek. I nod and walk over to him, kneeling to look at it. It's small and still red, not any green color, so I quickly grab a cotton pad and some Neosporin. I squeeze some onto his cheek before dabbing it with the cotton pad. I sit there for a second with his chin in my hand. I can feel his breath against my face. He makes me so nervous, and I don't know why.

"We-well, it's not infected, so you're good," I whisper before pulling away from him. "Alright, that's good. I'll see ya later, I guess," he mutters before getting up and walking away. I look over to see Glenn sitting in my chair with his brows raised. "Move," I mutter as I swat at his shoulder. he laughs before getting up and taking his seat across from me. "What was that with Daryl?" he asks, my brows furrow. "I was doing my job," I whisper as I throw away the cotton pad and put the Neosporin back into my bag. "No, it looked like you were going to kiss him." my face scrunches up in disgust. "Gross why would I want to kiss Daryl Dixon?"

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[guardian-angel12]

Till Death

You said, "Drink from me, drink from me" When I was so thirsty Pour on a symphony Now I just can't get enough Put your wings on me, wings on me When I was so heavy Pour on a symphony  When I'm low, low, low, low

Chapter Two

The brothers steps were near silent in the woods, no words exchanging between them but the occasional gesture and call that mimicked a bird or animal. 

Elaina stuck close to Daryl, even when the two separated she stayed with him, doing whatever he ordered. 

"Just right there," he whispered, his voice barely audible as he showed her where to lay the snare.

She carefully spread the rope, Daryl tying it tightly to a small tree across from them. 

He was utterly silent as the two of them waited, backed up against a ditch a little bit away. 

"You've done this a lot?" She asked quietly. 

"Long before all this." 

She watched him for a while, not once did he move his eyes to her, but kept them focused on the forest beyond, waiting on his trap to go off. 

Finally, Daryl turned to her, blinking when he saw her hazel-green irises fixed on him. "What?" He barely pronounced the T, and she found she liked his drawled words. Elaina opened her mouth to ask him another question—thank him again, she didn't know, she just wanted to speak to him, but light footsteps sounded and both of them raised their weapons, Elaina having brought a large dagger. 

Merle put his hands up, rifle in one hand and a smirk on his face. "Hope I didn't interrupt nothing..." he whispered, smirking at Daryl who rolled his eyes. 

"Look," Elaina pointed, a large stag walking carefully through the forest, straight for the snare. 

Merle nudged Daryl's shoulder, holding his rifle up, smarter to use the crossbow than the gun, and the snare might cause more attention than it was worth if they could kill it without. 

"I got it," the younger murmered, he aimed with his bow held against the raised forest bed, one eye closed, then loosed the arrow. It whistled at it shot, and hit the buck right in the temple, making it collapse instantly. 

Elaina raised her brow as Daryl stood, throwing his bow over his back. "Gotta hurry 'fore those ugly bastards smell it." 

Merle walked over to help him, and when Elaina offered to help both men told her to simply watch for walkers.

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"Why the hell would you offer that woman to stay in the RV?" Andrea put her hands on her hips to ask Dale, standing just below the shade of the camper. 

Dale gave her a look, rifle held against his shoulder. "Well, she's new and needs a place to sleep... The least we could do is offer her somewhere other than the dirt." 

Andrea leaned in a little. "So you'd be comfortable allowing a stranger to sleep under the same roof as me and Amy?" 

"She hasn't done anything wrong." 

"Yet. You don't even know her." 

"I didn't know you either when I met you and I never heard you protest me giving you a place to stay." 

"Dale, her choice of companionship is the Dixons, does that really give off a good sense to you?" 

"They've done nothing wrong to us either, besides the harsh word here and there. They keep the camp safe and food on the fire. Andrea, allies are what's needed now more than ever, and if we treat everyone new like an enemy how are we ever supposed to find the right people?" 

"I don't like this." 

"I'm not asking you to like it, I'm asking you to give her a chance. Like I gave you." 

Andrea huffed, shaking her head slowly and looking away. 

Dale looked across the camp at the people emerging from the woods, the brothers and Elaina, and a large deer in tow. "Looks like they came through again." He said to Andrea before walking off to them. 

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The Dixons gave what was left over of their venison to the rest of the camp, between that and the fish caught in the stream by Shane, it was more than enough for everyone. 

Merle had had a few sharp words when giving it away, something about how they shouldn't be the only ones to work for the food, but she felt like it was a mask to not show weakness, especially when Shane was trying to dictate the actions of the whole camp, the brothers would not appear helpless like most of the others. 

As the sun started getting low she began to weigh her options, but felt the uncomfortable watch of most everyone in the camp on her. 

"You know, the offer to stay in the RV?" Dale stood over where she sat on a log, giving her a small smile. "It still stands."

Elaina nodded. "Thank you." 

She waited for him to leave before sighing, that seemed like the only option, but she wanted nothing to do with it if it would only be Andrea's glares and distrust the whole time. 

"Hey," Daryl's thick voice suddenly caught her attention, "Come see this." 

She stood and followed him, and came to find a makeshift tent pitched up right near his and Merle's. "Figured ya might like some kinda shelter tonight, I can move it to a more private area if ya like?" He looked to her with that half-squint he seemed to always do, cocking his head in her direction. 

She didn't know what to say for a few moments, almost wanting to tell him she could take care of herself. "Daryl, I... Thank you. This is perfect." 

He looked away. "Nah, just saw how they look at you. I get it." 

She placed her hand on his arm gently. "I appreciate it." 

He paused at her touch, then looked down at her hand, nodding once before walking into his tent without a word. She may have thought anything of it if that wasn't his normal behavior. 

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The next morning clouds had rolled in, giving a slight relief from the harsh Georgia sun. 

Elaina had offered to help Carol around the camp, quickly realizing the quiet woman was one of the only ones who didn't judge her much. 

"You think you could check Sophia for me?" Carol asked gently, shoulders peaking inward as if she didn't expect a yes. 

"Of course." Elaina nodded, setting down the clothes she was mending to walk off toward the area Sophia and Loris's son Carl were playing. 

She rounded the RV and saw the two children hesitating near the edge of the camp, a drop in the ground outside the makeshift fence consisting of  cans and bottles hanging from fishing line, a trap for walkers should they wander into the camp, that way they wouldn't go unnoticed. 

"It went into the trees, Carl..." Sophia said. "I'll get Shane." 

"I'll get it myself," Carl answered, readying himself to crawl under the wire and into the trees. 

Elaina breathed in to tell him to stop when Merle approached the kids, making both of them stop short and look up at the man. 

"The hell you kids think you're doing?" He asked them, barely any of the roughness in his tone like he took with most everyone else. 

"Uh, we lost our ball, Mr. Dixon..." Carl stammered a little, clearly nervous that he would be reprimanded for being caught about to cross the barrier. 

"Lost your ball," Merle looked into the woods, then back to the children, then with a small sigh stepped over the wire, walked into the brush and retrieved it for them, passing it into Carl's hands. "Don't you go running off into the trees, boy. Difference between brave and being stupid." 

"Y—yes sir, thank you." 

"Now I won't tell your mamas about this if you stay outta trouble. Now get." 

They looked at each other and nodded. "We won't." Sophia mumbled, then they went on their way, Merle shook his head as he watched them go, then walked off to his and Daryl's area, he never saw Elaina, now smiling wryly, leaning against the RV. 

She uncrossed her arms and went back to Carol, helping her hang the last of the clothes. "She's still with Carl?" Carol asked. 

"Yeah, she's fine." Elaina answered, tossing the last pair of jeans over the line. 

Carol smiled softly to herself, continuing about her work. Elaina felt comfortable around her, if a little sorry for the woman. She knew something was going on with her husband, but was too untrusted to ask, but she hoped they'd realize she had no harmful intentions over the next few weeks. 

When she wasn't hunting, Elaina spent her spare time helping Carol and Jacqui with keeping the camp livable. Besides her, she felt fine with Dale, Lori and Glenn. She'd barely met some of the others but had stuck close to Daryl and Merle. 

Daryl was quiet for the most part, he kept to himself. Although his temper was short-fused she never felt threatened or nervous around him, and knew they shared an understanding about life. She found that he would talk to her more if they were alone rather than around people, which she didn't mind. 

Merle was rougher, that was for sure. Not afraid to voice his piece to the other campers even if they didn't listen. He generally said nothing to the women, and if he did he wasn't harsh with them like the men. He was the worst to Shane and T-Dog. Shane—Elaina thought—was understandable, especially with his self-righteous personality. But T had done nothing much to spark her distaste. 

She knew both the brothers tried to act meaner than they were, especially with Daryl's unconscious protectiveness and Merle's soft spot for the children, one he'd shown the day he helped them with their toy. 

"Was just about to go hunt." Daryl told her as she sat cleaning her knife outside her tent. "Wanna come?" 

"Sure." 

Merle said nothing to them as he walked by, tossing a few things into a small bag and loading his gun. 

"Thought I was hunting today?" Daryl said, taking a step towards his brother. 

"You are," the elder answered. 

"Then what's the bullets for?" 

"Headin' to Atlanta for a supply run, someone's gotta get it done."

"Then I'll go, too." Daryl instantly grabbed a leather vest from his tent, but Merle grabbed his arm. 

"No, you won't. You're gonna stay here. City's infested." 

"I can handle my own." 

Merle smirked, giving a small nod to his younger sibling. "I said I've got it. Someone's gotta keep an eye on the lady, anyways." He jerked his head towards Elaina, she bristled slightly but couldn't disagree with his decision. 

"He's probably right, you should stay." She told Daryl, then turned to Merle. "But are you sure it's safe?" 

He scoffed. "Couple of creepers ain't gonna have shit on me. Be back before dark if all goes well," he clapped Daryl's shoulder. "See ya, little brother." 

Daryl watched him go, joining a small group made up of just five others. 

Elaina noticed his subtle nervousness and even frustration, a dark shadow in his eye as he watched his brother go. 

Elaina stepped up next to him, but he quickly turned and treaded off into the forest, leaving her to catch up. 

"Daryl?" She called to him softly as she stepped over the forest bed to make it to him. "Are you okay?" 

"Hate it when he does that." He mumbled, watching his footing. 

"Does what?" She pushed a branch up out of her face to walk past. 

"Just up and leaves. Didn't even talk about it and wouldn't have. He would've just left. Again." 

His last word was so quiet she barely heard it, but she chose not to ask. "I'm sure he would've." She offered. He scoffed. "Really, I believe that." 

"Yeah..." he looked up into the trees, and she realized he probably didn't truly agree with her but was just done having the conversation. 

She barely tried to speak to him throughout the day, just followed from a little ways behind, knowing he was irritated and needed space. 

Maybe she'd ask Merle why his leaving bothered Daryl so much when they went back to camp, maybe she wouldn't. She just wanted to understand him. 

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The crickets and other forest life surrounded them as they sat on either side of the tiny fire, concealed inside a ring of rocks and in a dug-out hole in the ground as not to attract walkers in the dark. 

Daryl had caught a fish in the stream, Elaina building the fire as he cleaned it. 

"Should find something worth while tomorrow," he said. "Then we'll head back to camp." 

She didn't respond, just stared at the flames, knees up and her arms wrapped around them. 

"What's wrong with you?" Daryl asked. 

"Nothing..." 

"Ain't got nothing better to do, might as well listen to ya talk," he tried again, trying to sound half-interested only for the sake of being 'bored', but his mannerisms gave away the fact that he really did care. 

She put her chin on her arms over her knees, meeting his blue eyes—looking yellow in the firelight. "Just thinking about Atlanta. How the others just went in willingly." 

"What about it?" 

"I just... I never want to step foot there again, I don't know how anyone could."

"This about your family?" 

"I was alone far before they died... they were never my family." She fidgeted with a twig she grabbed off the forest floor. "Not sure if you know what that's like, to be alone. But so alone where there's literally no one—no one alive, at least— it's... scary." 

Daryl studied her for a few moments. "Well..." he leaned forward to shift the fire. "Y'ain't never going back to that shit-hole. I swear." 

She smiled softly, "Maybe you're right." 

"I am. I'll make sure of it." 

She kept smiling, and he wanted to do it back, but then thought of all she'd said... "Get some sleep. Gonna get an early start tomorrow." He stood and threw a little bit of dirt on the fire, putting it half-way out. 

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Elaina couldn't sleep much, no matter how hard she tried, thoughts raging in her mind too fast. 

She rolled over and looked across at Daryl, sleeping on nothing but the dirt of the forest. She couldn't help but watch, seeing him peaceful instead of uptight and irritable... and maybe he was even a little sad, lonely. 

The fire was pretty much done by now, only smoldering bits and embers left. 

She heard shuffling in the forest that made her jump, quickly flattening herself against the ground. 

The snarling of a walker got closer, and she loooked up slowly, seeing it was coming from the woods just behind Daryl. 

She had only seconds to think before she was up and running across the ground, knife in hand, she grabbed its chest and stabbed it in the face just before it dropped to try and devour its prey. 

Daryl woke with a start at the sound of a blade and had his own tight in his grip as he got into a crouch, eyes wide as he looked up at Elaina, panting softly, looking down at her kill. She turned her gaze to him slowly, shock and fear in her eyes. 

Daryl stood quickly, glancing at the fallen walker and sheathing his knife, taking her arms in his hands to examine them. "Did it bite you?" His voice was ragged, real concern in it. 

She shook her head slowly, dark blood running down her knife as Daryl took it from her and wiped it on a rag from his pocket, trying to focus against the way he could see her heart pounding through her shirt, now splattered with blood. 

"Should've seen it..." he mumbled, "Could've had us both killed..." 

"It's alright," her voice was hoarse. "I took care of it." 

Daryl handed back her knife, his eyes flickering over her face. "Yeah... you did." 

Elaina watched him retrieve his belongings, holding her arms with opposite hands as she stood there, the sun was barely showing, stars still twinkling above. 

"Might as well get tracking now," Daryl said quietly. "No way I'm getting back to sleep. You good?" 

His voice was so soft, sorry, maybe. "Yeah, I'm good..." she answered. He nodded and stared at her for a few more moments before walking off. 

                                       +++

Daryl had began tracking a deer just as the sun had came up, beginning miles of walking, thankfully back towards the direction of camp. 

It was nearing midday when she heard his crossbow release behind her. She turned and saw he'd shot yet another squirrel, adding it to his line already full of kills. 

He squatted down and checked the trail, standing to follow the deer prints once again. 

Elaina put her hands in her pockets and followed him, he hadn't spoken since the incident with the walker, and she was starting to wonder how long she'd be ignored for—

"There," he said, as if to answer her silent question.

She looked to see him pointing at the deer a bit away, ears flicking as it scanned the ground for food. 

Elaina got low with Daryl's hand wave, the archer then pulled out his weapon and aimed for the deer, ready to pull the trigger...

A blaring alarm went through the trees, a loud wailing that seemed to be moving. A car alarm? 

The deer bolted, and Daryl still pulled the trigger, unsure of whether or not he hit it when it ran. 

"I'm gonna kill whatever jackass is doin' this." He growled, referring to the alarm and standing quickly to follow the deer. 

"How the hell is that even possible?" Elaina tried asking as she went after him. 

Of course, he didn't bother to answer as they trekked through the woods. 

There was splatters of blood in an uneven trail, definitely from their prey, but that also meant it wasn't hurt badly enough to stop running so soon and would only attract more walkers. 

"Scuff that up with your boot." He pointed quickly to the blood in the leaves, kicking at some under his shoes as well. 

Elaina scraped her boot across the dirt until it was gone, then ran back after him. 

They finally emerged from the forest to find Shane and most of the men from camp, all pointing weapons in their direction. 

They stood down when they realized it was only Daryl and Elaina, starting to back up. The deer they'd tracked was laying on the ground, ripped up by what could have only been the dead walker laying beside it. 

Daryl scowled, "Son of a bitch, that's my deer." 

Elaina felt him getting more agitated as he walked up to it, and noticed the other campers quickly backing up. "Look at it all gnawed on by this filthy, disease-bearing, motherless, proxy bastard!" he kicked the walker's body with each name he called it. 

"Calm down, son, that's not helping." Dale said calmly. 

Elaina closed her eyes in exhaustion when Daryl instantly snapped at him. "What do you know about it old man? You take that stupid hat and go back to 'On Golden Pond'." 

"Daryl..." she finally spoke up, reaching to place her hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off but breathed in, turning back to the deer. 

"Been tracking this deer for miles..." he said, starting to pull his arrows out of it. "Was gonna drag it back to camp, cook is up some venison."

"It's alright," Elaina offered. "We've got food still, it's fine." 

He grunted and looked over the torn flesh of his prey, then looked at her. "What you think, we can cut around this chewed up part right here?" 

She pursed her lips, shaking her head. 

"I would not risk that." Shane answered instead. 

"That's a damn shame..." Daryl sighed. 

"We still have the squirrels?" Elaina reminded him. 

"Yeah, that'll have to do." He answered. 

The walker's head on the ground started snapping, Andrea and Amy both exclaimed in disgust. 

"Come on," Daryl rolled his eyes, shooting an arrow into the head. 

"It's gotta be the brain," Elaina looked around at them to say. "Or it won't die." 

"Don't y'all know nothing?" Daryl said, retrieving his arrow and walking back to camp. 

She noticed the new man amongst the others but said nothing, wanting to get away from the lingering glares of the campers. If Andrea and Glenn were here that meant the Atlanta group had came back probably yesterday evening, but she found it strange that if he'd come back with them, Merle didn't come looking for Daryl in the woods. 

If. 

She cursed herself for thinking that word, but regardless, her stomach churned softly at the thought, especially when he was nowhere to be seen as Daryl started to call for his older brother. 

"Merle! Merle! Get your ugly ass out here! I got us some squirrel! Let's stew 'em up."

Still, she didn't see him come from their shared tent. 

"Daryl, just slow up a bit." Shane said to him. "I need to talk to you."

Both Elaina and Daryl paused, and she felt his nervousness as he asked; "About what?" 

"About Merle. There was a—There was a problem in Atlanta."

"He dead?" Daryl had stopped moving, going straight for the question she knew the wrong answer would set him off in a way she didn't want to see. 

"We're not sure." Was all the cop said. 

Elaina shook her head. "The hell is that supposed to mean? You're 'not sure'?" 

Daryl took a few steps closer to Shane, she could see his chest heave once. "He either is or he ain't!"

The new man approached Shane and Daryl, "No easy way to say this, so I'll just say it."

"Who are you?" Daryl asked instead of listen. 

"Rick Grimes." He answered. 

Daryl looked to his side, then back to the new man. "Rick Grimes, you got something you want to tell me?" He nearly snarled. 

Rick remained calm. "Your brother was a danger to us all, so I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal. He's still there."

T-Dog came back into the camp with his arms full of firewood. By the look on his face, Elaina wondered what more happened.  

Daryl started to pace, running a hand over his sweaty hair. "Hold on. Let me process this." His voice was rising in anger. "You're saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there?!" He shouted the last part. 

"Yeah." Rick said simply. 

Daryl grunted as suddenly turned and threw the rope of squirrels at Rick. 

Shane body slammed Daryl, knocking him to the ground. 

"Hey, get off of him!" Elaina yelled, going at Shane, Dale grabbed her arms and held her back as T-Dog dropped the firewood and ran up. Elaina calmed a little, not wanting to be violent to the old man, but kept panting as she watched the men fight. Daryl tore himself from Shane's grip, pulling out his knife and going after Rick. 

"Daryl!" Elaina yelled at him. 

"Watch the knife!" T-Dog warned them. 

Daryl swung the knife at Rick and missed wildly. Rick punched him in the gut while Shane grabbed him from behind and put him in a choke hold.

"Okay. Okay." Shane grunted. 

"No!" Elaina struggled against Dale, "Let, me, go!" She grunted, getting out of his grip. 

Rick took the knife away from Daryl as Shane forced him to the ground. Elaina went to shove Shane away but Rick stood in her path, she raised her hand to punch him, but he put his hand up. "Just calm down!" He said. 

"You'd best let me go!" Daryl yelled. 

Shane was panting as he answered. "Nah, I think it's better if I don't."

"Choke hold's illegal."

"You can file a complaint. Come on, man. We'll keep this up all day."

"Shane, get off of him!" Elaina yelled. 

Rick kneeled down to be face to face with Daryl and looked him in the eye. "I'd like to have a calm discussion on this topic. Do you think we can manage that?" Daryl scowled at him so he enunciated, "Do you think we can manage that?"

Daryl finally nodded, angry as he had no choice than to comply. "Mmm. Yeah."

Shane let him go after that, the archer panting from the fight.

Rick put his hands on his hips. "What I did was not on a whim. Your brother does not work and play well with others."

T-Dog suddenly spoke up. "It's not Rick's fault. I had the key. I dropped it."

"You couldn't pick it up?" Elaina threw her hand out to say. 

"Well, I dropped it in a drain." He seemed genuinely ashamed. 

Elaina noticed Daryl choked up but quickly pulled himself together. "If it's supposed to make me feel better, it don't." He growled. 

T-Dog nodded, "Well, maybe this will. Look, I chained the door to the roof so the geeks couldn't get at him—with a padlock."

"It's gotta count for something." Rick offered. 

Daryl swiped tears out of his eyes. "Hell with all y'all!" He snarled. "Just tell me where he is so I can go get him!" 

His voice wavered just a little, Elaina had never heard him like that... showing such vulnerability and fear. She knew him and Merle loved one another—no matter how big of jerks they were, they did. And now seeing Daryl actually cry at the thought maybe his big brother would not be there when he arrived, it made her heart hurt for him. 

Lori suddenly stepped in from the sidelines. "He'll show you. Isn't that right?"

"I'm going back." Rick said. 

Lori seemed angry, and went back into the camper, making Rick sigh. Elaina made a confused face, she'd thought Lori was with Shane... 

Daryl stormed off to his tent, and she followed him. He grabbed another knife and checked his crossbow. "I'm sure he's okay, Daryl." She offered. "We'll just go get him, bring him back and it'll all be fine." 

"We?" He looked up, "Ain't no we. Me. You're staying here." 

"What? No, I'm going with you. You'll need my help." 

"No. Atlanta's crawlin' with walkers just as it was before. I told you you ain't gonna have to go back and meant it. Besides, Merle told me to watch out for ya, I'm gonna. I need you to stay here." 

She sighed, biting her lip and shoving the front of her shoe into the dirt. "You're gonna come back?" 

"Promise." 

"Bring him home." 

He nodded, throwing his crossbow over his shoulder. "Just uh, stay away from Shane, look after things."  

She nodded again and he walked away, joining Rick, T-Dog and Glenn to go back to the city. 

She wished he would have let her go, but wondered what real memories returning to that place would force her to acknowledge.

[venusonthemo0n]

ᥫ᭡ . # ۫ , ⸺ STARDEW VALLEY !

abigail

haley

maru

olivia

sophia

elliott

harvey

magnus

sam

sebastian

shane

all stardew valley content

[embrace-the-madness]

Carol: How could you just leave her out there to begin with? How could you just leave her? Rick: Those two walkers were on us. I had to draw them off. It was her best chance. Shane: Sounds like he didn't have a choice, Carol. Carol: How was she supposed to find her way back on her own? She's just a child, she's just a child... Rick: It was my only option. The only choice I could make. Shane: I'm sure nobody doubts that. Carol: My little girl got left in the woods.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

The farmer is a pretty heavy sleeper if even a meteor landing on their farm won't get them up before 6am but what about their spouse? How would they all (sve included if you'd like) react to not only a whole space rock hitting the farm but the farmer reacting with nothin more than a sleepy "oh was probably just a meteor... I'll check that in the mornin."

I had a lot of fun with this scenario, really liked the idea itself. Thank you so much for the ask, and enjoy! 💕

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SDV/SVE bachelors:

Sam said quietly, "Oh, okay," and laid his head back on the pillow, falling asleep again. When morning came, the young guitarist would consider his vague recollection of this conversation a dream. What will be his surprise when he sees an actual meteorite lying not far from their house. "Babe, that could have ended badly..." "No worries, Sammy, but if you want, we'll check it out next time." ...Next time?????

"Did you hear that?!" "Relax, dear, it's just a meteorite..." "Ah, alright... It's a WHAT?!" And the slogan of this Harvey's headcanon: "A meteorite is the best alarm clock! You'll wake up right away!" Although in Farmer's case - they woke up to a fuss made by their worried husband. But you can understand the Pelican Town doctor, too - a bloody piece of cosmic rock fell right into your yard, it's hard to stay calm.

Elliott literally fell out of bed from such a loud sound outside the window, and Farmer continued to snore quietly??? The writer was so confused, he didn't know if he should wake up Farmer or not. "Mmmm... Did'a meteorit fal' again... I'll deal with it tmorrw... 💤" Farmer mumbled, leaving Elliott even more confused. Meteorite? Wha- again? They mean... it's happened before and it's going to happen again?! What is happening?!

"Hon, what the fuck." At first Shane's reaction to Farmer's words wasn't too violent, because he's still sleepy. But after a couple of seconds the meaning of the words reached him, the gyrus in his brain started working and he shrieked: "The coop! Charlie!" The realisation that the animals might have been hit by the meteorite instantly brought Farmer to their feet.

No matter how hard Alex tried - his spouse slept like a dead man, muttering that they would check the source of the noise tomorrow. What do they mean, tomorrow?! They need to check it now! Alex can't just leave it alone, so he goes to check it out, with or without Farmer. Whoa, a real meteorite... Erm, shouldn't they tell Lewis or someone about this?

Meteorite or not, Sebastian remained surprisingly calm. He gave up trying to wake Farmer and went to the window to see what was out there. They were right - it was in fact a meteorite, a real one. And there's light coming from it. So cool. "Sure you don't want to come with me, dear?" Farmer mumbled something incomprehensible in response, and the emo decided to go alone, to look at the cool sky rock. Because why not.

Lance sensed something was wrong before the meteorite touched the ground. Fortunately, the far-sighted gallant adventurer had put up a magical barrier that prevented the space rock from crashing into his and Farmer's house or barns. The meteorite had fallen, all was well. "I take it this phenomenon is not new to you?" He smiled as his spouse mumbled "tomorrow..." in their sleep. Well then, they both can look at the meteorite later.

"Razor!" Magnus jumped up sharply from the bed, casting the spell on automatic. The trajectory of the falling meteorite was reversed, and the celestial stone plummeted into the water, no longer posing a danger to the forest. "Farmer, meteorite." "Mhmm, five more minutes.... I'll look at the meteorite tomorrow...." Magnus wondered how his dearest spouse could even survive as an adventurer with no sense of self-preservation. It's a damn meteorite!

A whole palette of emotions was bubbling up inside Victor, awake from the noise. What was that! A meteorite? A real one! It's probably incredibly hot right now, he shouldn't go near it.... But it's a meteorite! It's so scary, and so interesting! Farmer, don't hide your head under the pillow, but get a flashlight. Victor's taking them out to see the space rock! Well, and make sure everything's okay and no animals are hurt, too.

SDV/SVE bachelorettes:

A meteorite?! A real rock of cosmic origin fell right on the farm? Maru immediately jumps out of bed and wakes up Farmer. It's unclear, however, whether this reaction of hers is simple worry about putting out the fire from the meteorite fall or that the young inventor is thrilled that she and her spouse will see the meteorite up close! Probably both. Either way, Farmer won't sleep well tonight...

"What makes you think it's a meteorite? Maybe it's aliens? Oh, that's so cool! Get up quick or we'll miss the whole thing! And grab a sword, just in case." The force with which Abigail was prancing poor Farmer made them realise at once that their wife was not going to let them finish their beauty sleep. Unlikely aliens in there, but they'd have to check anyway. Ugh...

Poor Penny is in complete shock at how calmly Farmer has reacted to everything. Don't they care what happens to the farm? What if what fell down caused a fire and everything could burn? There's a forest nearby, it would be a huge fire! Penny tearfully begged her sleepy spouse to check it out before it's too late. Farmer had to get up (they hate to see their lovely wife crying).

"Did you hear that, Farmer?" "Yep, meteorite hit again, I'll look tomorrow..." Leah can already see the fire that has travelled from the glowing space rock to the dry summer grass. Oh no, there's going to be a fire now... She wakes Farmer up with one mighty shove and shouts an emergency. And as much as Farmer grumbled over their interrupted sleep - the artist was right. A forest fire is a very dangerous.☝️

The sound of a meteorite falling may not have been able to wake Farmer, but the shriek of terror of their wife Haley sure knocked them out of dreamland. "Shh, Haley, it's only a meteorite..." JUST A METEORITE?! Is Farmer laughing at her? Oh no, they can't go back to the dream realm now - Haley wakes them up again and tells them to look at that fallen meteorite before something else happens. Haley's half asleep herself, but she's scared, so she'll insist on checking it out now.

Before going to bed, Emily read a daily horoscope in a magazine that she would soon "be given a big sign, so make your decision at once." Nowhere, however, did it say that this "sign" was a huge rock from the sky. But at least she made the decision right away, (and the right one) - getting Farmer out if bed, despite their protests, to make sure the falling meteorite didn't destroy anything. No "tomorrow", it had to be now. She hopes no animals were! Her heart couldn't take it...

Claire jumped up in bed, as if scalded by boiling water, at the rattling of window glass and the vibrations throughout the house. Something had fallen on the farm - and that 'something' is very big. She woke and woke her spouse to no avail, who only responded to the terrifying sound with a louder snore. How did they even manage not to wake up from such a noise? And how could they mumbling so calmly about the meteorite?!

Poor Sophia, frightened by a scary sound outside , immediately pressed herself against Farmer, trying to hide. Farmer kissed her gently and told her that it was just a meteorite, that everything was fine and they would protect her. After saying "it's okay" and "I will protect you" the panic inside Sophia was extinguished and she fell asleep again in the arms of her spouse. The meteorite in the morning would definitely be a shock to her (she thought she had dreamed the whole thing).

After that horrible sound, Olivia not only wakes Farmer up, but also gets almost half the town up, making one call to Lewis and claiming that something terrible has happened on her and Farmer's property. Farmer sleepily tried to convince Olivia that a fallen meteorite was no big deal, but she wasn't convinced. How is that - a huge, dangerous rock from outer space - and not dangerous!

[stardewremixed]

What would the Stardewies/dudes be doing instead when they should be sleeping? (*cough cough* I had a bit of insomnia when I'm writing this.)

Abigail - practicing sword fighting in the graveyard. What else? 👻

Alex - watching reruns of gridball games, hoping the 19th Jojacola commercial will put him to sleep. 🏈

Emily - darning socks and listening to meditation tapes 🪡🧵

Elliott - wandering the beach, bathed in moonlight, mind wandering aimlessly with ideas. ⛱️

Haley - clipping ideas from magazines for photography shoots. 📸

Harvey - reading medical journals and sipping wine to counteract all the late afternoon coffee he drank. 🍷

Leah - dancing in the moonlight... yes, the song popped into my head. Kudos if you know it. I picture night blooming jasmine braided into her hair. 💃

Sam - sleep when you're dead. Watching a cartoon. 📺 Songwriting 🎵 🎶 Practicing a skateboard trick in the deserted square 🛹

Maru - stargazing ✨️

Sebastian - stargazing with Maru, and then doing programming work, and then video gaming till dawn. 🎮🕹

Penny - cleaning up after her mom, reading a romance while she waits on laundry. 📚

Shane - drinking. Nuff said. 🍺

(Actually... If he's sober, he's slamming back too many sodas while working on Jas' costume for the school play.) 🥰

Claire - taking a long bubble bath 🛀 and practicing her lines for the community play 🎭

Olivia - considering redecorating and looking through her paint swatches 🖼

Magnus - magic! 🎩 🪄

Victor - replying to emails 📧

Lance - polishing his swords and planning his route for his next adventure 🧭

Sophia - binging anime 💕

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

which of your muses has the most unique comfort food?

q’s for a multimuse! - @survivintothrivin

(Please Note: I am going to list all of my muses comfort food, and you can decide which is the most unique.)

6. which of your muses has the most unique comfort food?

Andrea Harrison - Spring rolls dipped in honey mustard Beth Greene - Eggs with maple syrup Carol Peletier - Cool Ranch Doritos dipped in sour cream Charley Eaton - Fritos and cottage cheese Daryl Dixon - Rabbit Rick Grimes - Cheeseburger with Thousand Island dressing Shane Walsh - Turtle Tracks ice cream with toasted marshmallow fluff Sophia Peletier - Dill pickles wrapped in a fruit roll-up

[acquaesale]

“TS-19″ The Walking Dead S01E06 (2010), dir. Guy Ferland.

[sheepie-self-ships]

The free love mod is wild in the best of ways… just imagine you’re like. Some guy in pelican town and you meet this farmer and they just absolutely sweep 7 of your neighbors off your feet by bringing them sunflowers and eggs sometimes. One of them is some war vet who lives in the clinic with Harvey. One is the girl who runs the vineyard. Ones a pirate who washed up on shore a few months ago out of nowhere like guliver animal crossing. One is the girl who works at Joja mart. Ones the god damn wizard that you kinda maybe know about… ones that rich kid who wants to build bridges. and then finally there’s the guy who moved in a few years ago into that cabin on the beach who writes stories or smth? He’s there too, and they’re all under whatever spell that dirty little farmers got going on. Something they put in the crops??