#this used to be my favourite era of rick ...

[dixons-sunshine]

Sweetest | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wounded and benched from runs for the week, Daryl was asked to watch the kids in the prison while you and some of the others worked on repairing a breach in one of the fences. One of the kids asked Daryl how he met you, his wife, and it made for a rather sweet tale.

Genre: Fluff.

Era: Prison, pre season 4.

Part of the Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams AU.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 1.6k.

A/n: This turned out worse than I hoped, better than I expected. I don't really know how to explain it, but I hope you like this! (Thank you @ddamm and @dixondystopia for giving me your favourite moments from the entire series to add to this! They were pretty much the same, so great minds truly do think alike, as they say.)

“Mr Dixon?”

At the sound of his name being called, Daryl looked up from his baby girl and locked eyes with a little girl—Mika, he believed her name was—who was staring at him with a big smile. “Yeah?” he replied, slightly bouncing his knee when Hazel began fussing a little.

Mika giggled slightly, sharing a look with her sister, Lizzie, before turning back to the archer. “Mrs Dixon is your wife, right?” she inquired, bouncing slightly on her feet.

Daryl's lips involuntarily twitched up at the mere mention of you. He nodded and shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah? Why do ya ask?”

“Well, my dad likes to talk about how he met my mom. Mr Greene has told us how he met his last wife a million times. We wanna know how you met Mrs Dixon!”

Almost as if for added emphasis, the other children all perked up and voiced their interest in knowing the tale of how Daryl met you, his beautiful wife. The archer, both amused by the children's nosiness and embarrassed by the metaphorical spotlight he was placed under, let out a small scoff and adjusted Hazel in his arms, allowing the small girl to happily toy with his fingers. “It ain't some big love story or nothin'. It'll only bore ya.”

“No, it won't,” Carl added from his position atop one of the tables. The teenager had been sulking because Rick had forbade him from helping fix the breach in the fence—where several walkers had managed to crawl through—but the chance of getting to know some insight to one of the most talked about couples in the prison brightened his mood somewhat. You and Daryl were the only couple that dated back before the outbreak, and everyone was eager to know how the two of you got together, and how you managed to keep that spark alive. “We wanna know. Come on, Daryl. Please.”

Daryl let out a small groan and rolled his eyes at the young Grimes' insistence. “Why dun' y'all go pester Glenn or somebody? M'sure he'd be more than happy to tell y'all 'bout how he met Maggie.”

“But he's told us that story a zillion times already,” one of the kids groaned. “We wanna hear your story. Please, Mr Dixon.”

Daryl let out a deep sigh. From somewhere behind him, he could hear Carol chuckle, closely followed by the chuckles of a few of the adults that were taking a break from their chores around the prison. Daryl shook his head and pursed his lips. “Y'all really wanna hear?” Almost instantly, all of the kids perked up and simultaneously voiced their clear interest, trying to talk over the other. Daryl raised his eyebrows and let out a small chuckle. “Woah, calm down. I ain't sayin' nothin' 'til y'all quiet down.” And just like that, it got so quiet, one could hear a pin drop. “Y/n and I go back many years, long 'fore all'a y'all kids were born. We're closin' in on three decades'a knowin' one another.”

“Thirty years?” Carl voiced in a disbelieving tone. “That's basically forever!”

Daryl chuckled and shrugged. “Guess ya can say tha', yeah.” Daryl shushed Hazel when she began fussing a bit, lightly tickling her stomach to coax a laugh from her. “We met when we were twelve, 'side this river in the woods outside the trailer park we lived in. I admit, I didn't know wha' to think'a her at first. Refused to talk to her fer a whole month, but she never gave up. She kept pesterin' me 'til one day, somethin' happened and I broke my quiet facade. Tha's when we started becomin' friends.” Daryl stopped and tried to hide the smile that spread across his face, but to no avail. “She, uh... She quickly became my best friend after tha'.”

“When did you start love-liking her?” one of the kids asked with a giggle, closely followed by the mischievous laughter of the other kids.

Daryl hummed and shrugged. “After she did somethin' fer my sixteenth birthday. I liked her fer a while 'fore tha', but tha' occasion was my wake-up call. My feelin's fer her slapped me righ' in the face tha' day.” He stopped and let out a small sigh before continuing. “I didn't have the balls to confess to her fer 'nother year after tha'. And when I did confess, it was righ' after we went and bought pa—” Daryl cut himself off, painfully aware of the immature teenage boys that would freak out over the mere mention of pads. Because of that, he altered the truth a little. “...Pasta fer dinner tha' nigh'. Things escalated and we kissed, and then her mom walked in.”

“No,” Beth gasped, slightly tightening her grip on Judith as she thought of the embarrassing scenario.

Daryl chuckled and shrugged. “It was embarrassin' as shi—crap, tha's fer sure, but we lived. Her mom was nice 'bout it all. Definitely didn't mean we could escape her teasin', though.” He pursed his lips as he thought of that moment, the embarrassment still fresh in his mind, even all those years later. “Her teasin' got even worse when Y/n and I eloped. She was kinda upset 'bout it, but she soon went straight back to teasin' us fer not bein' able to wait to have a proper weddin'.”

By that point, unbeknownst to the archer, the group that had been working on fixing the fence—a group that included you—had silently stepped into the part of the prison everyone was in to alert the kids to the fact that they could go play. However, once they heard what the crossbow-wielding man was talking about, they stopped and remained quiet, eager to hear about it all. And you stayed quiet as well, quite shocked that your husband was willingly telling stories about his past with you. He preferred to keep that part of his life private, but there he was, happily talking away. It made your heart swell with love and affection for the man.

“The two of you stayed together for all those years?” Zach—Beth's boyfriend—asked, leaning against the wall. When Daryl nodded, he continued. “How?”

Daryl shrugged and adjusted his daughter in his arms again, feeling her head begin to droop as she was beginning to fall asleep. “I love 'er. And fer some reason I still don't understand 'til this day, she loves me. Ain't tha' hard to stay committed to the person ya love the most. Relationships ain't always all sunshines and rainbows, but when yer with the person ya love, s'all worth it. Y/n taught me tha'. She's the sweetest person ever. I dun' know wha' I did to deserve her, but I thank my lucky stars every day tha' I get to call her mine.”

It went silent after that. The only sound that could be heard was the distant sound of walkers groaning outside the fences. That is, until Rick spoke up from behind the huntsman, startling him and alerting him to the fact that essentially everyone had heard him practically rave about you.

“Well said, brother. Well said,” Rick complimented him, a faint, teasing smile on his face. He turned towards the younger ones in the group and gestured towards the door. “Y'all can go play now. Just stay away from the fences.” And just like that, all the kids—except Carl—had forgotten their need to hear about Daryl's love story with you. They all excitedly darted out the door, their laughter fading as they disappeared out the doors.

Michonne smirked, playfully hitting you on the back. “Y/n, you never told me you found such a keeper. And you found him early on, too. You're so lucky.”

“Yeah, she is,” Carol chipped in, a teasing smile on her face as well. “Did I ever tell you about this one guy in our old camp that insulted her and Daryl instantly put him on his ass? He did accidentally reveal her pregnancy while doing so, but that's besides the point.”

“Was it Shane?” Rick asked, sighing when Carol nodded. “Yeah, of course it was,” he mumbled while he shook his head.

“Not to mention how he nearly killed Jenner because he wouldn't let us out—well, wouldn't let them out. He didn't care much for us back then. We all know he only wanted the doors open so that Y/n was safe,” Glenn piped in.

“Aw,” Michonne cooed teasingly. “That is so sweet, Daryl. You're just a big teddy bear.”

Daryl ducked his head in embarrassment as the others joined in on the teasing as well. He could feel his cheeks flush, and he would've gotten up and bolted from the embarrassing situation, had it not been for the fact that Hazel had just fallen asleep, and he didn't want to wake her.

The feeling of your hand being rested on his shoulder almost instantly made him calm down, your familiar touch bringing a sense of comfort to him. The rest of the group were to busy relaying their favourite moments they had seen between the two of you to notice this interaction, and the archer was glad about that. He was also glad that they couldn't hear what you whispered in his ear, because although Daryl Dixon wasn't a selfish man, the others didn't have to hear these words you clearly meant just for him:

“I'm proud of you. You climbed out of your shell today and did something I know you don't always enjoy doing. You're amazing, Daryl Dixon, and I love you so much.” You placed a soft, tender kiss on his cheek. “You really are the sweetest person ever.”

©dixons-sunshine 2024. I do not give permission for my works to be copied, modified, adapted or translated to any other site or platform without evidence of my given consent.

[vivwritesfics]

Give You Up - LS2

God I'm really in my Logan era rn

crack smau using the lyrics of rick astleys never gonna give you up

y/nl/n

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y/nl/n we've known each other for so long

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logansargeant take her

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y/nl/n your hearts been aching but your too shy to say it

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logansargeant my favourite sparring partner

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alex_albon photo creds?

y/nl/n are you twelve?

lilymhe yes

y/nl/n

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y/nl/n inside we both know whats been going on

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logansargeant what does this MEAN

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y/nl/n 😈😈

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y/nl/n we know the game and we're gonna play it

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logansargeant WHAT GAME

y/nl/n the game

logansargeant you're the worst

y/nl/n i know you are but what am i

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y/nl/n and if you ask me how im feeling

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logansargeant THEN TELL ME

yourbff boy how are you not getting it?

landonorris fishy 🤢

y/nl/n what're you doing here, bob?

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y/nl/n don't tell me your too blind to see

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yourbff never gonna

y/nl/n shush

logansargeant i understand nothing

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y/nl/n never gonna give you up

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logansargeant never gonna let you down

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oscarpiastri disgusting

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liamlawson30 what that we think you're both disgusting?

y/nl/n and that you're both dicks

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y/nl/n never gonna make you cry

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logansargeant never gonna say goodbye

y/nl/n never gonna tell a lie

logansargeant and hurt you

[the-dixon-effect]

Evergreen

A/N: this is actually my first ever fic from a request lol. you can find the request here, thanks so much anon :)

A/N: this might just be my favourite yet 😍

era: season 3-4, prison era

summary: out on a run, the pair is attacked by a herd of walkers and gets injured fighting them off. holed up in a bunker in the woods, feelings are confessed under less-than-peaceful circumstances.

words: 2.9k

pairing: Daryl Dixon x f!reader

warnings: a little gore (it's a twd fic, come on), language

As you wrapped your arms tightly around Daryl's waist and rested your head on the length of his shoulders, he took this as an impression to speed up and the bike quickly disappeared from the sight of the watchtower. Instead of the usual back-by-nightfall runs you were accustomed to, Rick had decided to send the two of you off on a recon mission searching around the outskirts of a nearby town. The plan was to spend the night in an old apartment building, clearly indicated on the map you were provided with. If the aim was to bring back a stock of useful supplies, you would have taken a truck instead, and probably another pair of hands. But today, it was just the two of you enjoying the hot Georgian summer, and you had other things on your mind.

One night alone with Daryl far away from the rest of the group? This was the perfect opportunity to spend some one-on-one time with the archer you'd been pining over for months, and, depending on how it goes, you might just confess your feelings for him. You had to contain your excitement when Rick briefed the both of you about the plan.

You trusted Daryl, and even trusted his instincts enough to close your eyes as you rested your head on his shoulder. Just as you were getting carried away in your usual daydreams about the archer, this time with him in a little closer proximity, you looked up and diverted your attention to the situation in front of you.

"Oh, shit," you heard him say. The sound of his voice was almost completely drowned out by the familiar growling noises you knew all too well.

"Oh my God, I thought- I thought Rick and the group cleared this road!" you said, heart pounding at the sight of fifty-or-so walkers heading straight towards you.

"Yah, thought so too. C'mon, let's turn around-" Looking over your shoulder, you noticed five or six lamebrains that must have wandered into the road at the sound of the motorcycle engine. Soon enough, the entire road was blocked on either side and Daryl had no choice but to brace himself for a sharp turn into the woods.

"Hol' on, I'm gonna go slow through the trees." At this point, you had completely abandoned your train of thought, and focused on holding on tight in fear of getting hurt.

As Daryl weaved the bike in and out of the trees, you started to speculate what he thought was the best next step. Now surrounded by woodland and sufficiently in the clear regarding the herd, he slowed down for a second, keeping the roaring engine switched on.

"Daryl, what the hell do we do now?" you said with the slightest chuckle. The adrenaline still hadn't worn off, but at least you weren't surrounded by a hundred or more rotters who were hungry for your flesh.

"I think I know where we are," he drawled, stepping off the bike that was still running. "There's a bunker round 'ere somewhere. We'll have to sit tight down there for a little whi-" he was cut off by a walker that seemed to come straight out of nowhere. You leapt off your position on the bike and immediately plunged your buck knife into the skull of the walker that knocked Daryl to the ground. Dragging the corpse off of him that, upon closer inspection, appeared to be that of a former factory worker judging from the uniform, you lay on all fours over him for a moment, catching your breath. Luckily, the two of you seemed relatively unharmed. You rolled over and stared up at the sky.

Suddenly, the bike that you forgot to set upright by flipping the kickstand came toppling over and landed right on top of Daryl. You heard a yelp of pain before leaping up once again to heave the vehicle off of him. To your dismay, the bike was much heavier than you had imagined. If only the roles were reversed, Daryl would've probably been able to lift the bike off of you with ease. After struggling immensely for a few moments, you managed to lift up the motorcycle and this time, you leant it up against the nearest tree, albeit a little frustratedly.

"Damn bike..." you said, earning a snigger from the man laying on the ground. You turned to him and knelt next to him, noticing the bleeding from his upper chest. "Shit, Daryl! Are you alright?" you said, attempting to peel off the layers of fabric that concealed the wound. If you knew a little more about bikes, you might have been able to determine the specific part of the vehicle that was sharp enough to hurt Daryl in this way, how deep the wound might be and what you could do to help.

"I'm fine," he said, a little weakly.

"You're not, Daryl. Let me help you," you pleaded. He stood up on his own, brushing away your helping hand. The usual stoic presence of the man was a little diminished, and he wobbled as he stood. You also noticed his odd stance and remembered how the heavy wheel of the bike dug into his right leg. "I'm so sorry, Daryl."

"Told ya', I'm jus' fine. Bunker's that way," he hesitantly pointed in the direction the bike would've been heading. "C'mon, leave the bike here an' we'll walk," he drawled.

"Are you sure? You think you can walk that far?" you questioned his strength, considering he already appeared to be limping and he hadn't even started walking yet. You reached for his arm and draped it over your shoulder, in your best effort to help him walk. The bloody patch on his shirt was growing and thought it best to hurry to this bunker so you could patch him up.

A thought entered your head. Fuck. This was not how your day was supposed to go, you mused. You'd reach the destination, make conversation with him about this and that, occasionally giving him your best doe-eyes. Once nighttime arrived, perhaps there would conveniently only be one double bed in whatever cabin you chose to hunker down in, and your plan would be set in motion. You figured that that would all be happening right now if you hadn't dropped his own fucking bike on him!

After about 20 minutes of walking side-by-side in relative silence, you started to feel a little disheartened, though, despite the nature of this particular plan B, you still enjoyed his company and proximity. "Righ' here," Daryl gestured to a small brick structure just big enough for a single wooden door. Completely abandoned, there was moss growing on the walls and took a small shove to force it open. As it creaked inwards, you were met by a dark, damp staircase leading straight into the ground.

"After you," you spoke, somewhat hesitant to enter the dilapidated bunker.

The underground room was filthy, yet, at a glance, it seemed fit for a one-night stay, and in these circumstances, you didn't really have any other choice. It was small and cramped inside, almost completely filled with cheap furniture that was covered in a thick layer of dust. When Daryl put down his crossbow after thoroughly checking the space for any more walkers, you approached him and urged him to rest on the single bed in the corner.

"I'm fine, Y/N," he said, looking up at you as you searched for the medkit in your bag and set it down on the ground. "Take off your shirt." he obliged and you ran your fingers over the cut that stretched a little further than you had previously determined. "I'm so sorry, I did not mean for this to happen," you said softly, tracing your fingertips over his torso. "I think you'll need a couple stitches. Let me fix you up, since it's my fault in the first place."

"It's not your fault," he said, looking at you with those deep blue eyes that you adored so.

"Well, it is. It takes an idiot to get off a bike and not flip the kickstand," you said with a sweet smile shaping your lips as you prepared to stitch the wound.

He chuckled a little at this. "It's fine, done it myself countless times," he began. "At least when I did it the bike didn't crush me in the first place," he said sarcastically, and he was smiling now, too. You giggled at his response.

"Do you think your leg will be okay?"

"Dunno what yer talking 'bout."

"Don't be like that, Daryl. You were limping all the way over here."

"I'll be fine, jus' give it a day," he drawled in response.

You sighed, in somewhat admiration of his stubbornness and forbearance. You trusted his instinct yet still wanted to do anything to help him. He winced silently as you began to stitch the wound after cleaning it with an alcohol pad.

Time passed quickly in his company, and, unusually, you didn't seem to mind not being able to see how much the sun had set. You set up a dim lantern in the centre of the room, and appreciated how the soft, warm light made his face glow. It felt so good, for once, to feel totally safe from any threats from the world above your head. Perhaps that feeling of safety came from simply being near Daryl, you figured. Any feelings of discouragement from earlier that day had dissipated.

For dinner, you scavenged for anything that you could find in the cupboards that was more appealing than what you'd brought with you. Daryl had struck the jackpot you supposed, after finding nothing yourself.

"Peanut butter and jelly, diet soda, and pig's feet. That's a white trash brunch right there," he spoke up, holding his findings up proudly.

"Perfect," you said, unable to contain your grin just from looking at Daryl, and how he slowly let his guard down in front of you and relaxed.

You sat across from each other at the makeshift dining table, stealing glances at each other as you tucked into your 'white trash brunch', as Daryl called it.

"This is nice," you said quietly.

"Hm, the food?" his innocent response made you laugh.

"Oh yeah, definitely. I mean, being here, completely safe for once instead of being in the prison, where it feels like the fences could fall any second. Just being with you." you said, thinking out loud.

He smirked up at you upon hearing this. "Oh yeah?"

You hummed in response. "I, uhh- I was real worried earlier. 'Bout the walkers, then the cut. And, you," you spoke.

He was surprised at your words, but it felt good to hear that coming from someone else, to hear that they care about him. "Dun' need ta be. I should be the one worryin' 'bout ya'," he declared.

The two of you finished up and decided it was time to get some rest. Despite your best effort to persuade him to take the single bed, he resigned to the couch in his stubbornness that you couldn't argue with. You both ended up talking for a while before you fell asleep, sharing views about members of the group, and swapping stories about your best walker kills, or anything you thought worthy.

"I mean, have you ever met anybody who introduces themself by their full name to everyone they meet?"

"Rick Grimes," he said mockingly.

"I mean, I love the guy. But there's just something a little more admirable, more real, in guys like... you."

Quickly after your little confession, you drifted off to sleep, but Daryl found that sleep did not embrace him as easily that night. His head was full of you, and the last thing you said to which he'd offered no response. In truth, he too was thrilled to be able to spend this time with you, and didn't care in the slightest about your little accident earlier. He thought it was sweet how you rushed to take care of him, though he hated being the one who needed taking care of in the first place. You always seemed to be busy at the prison, chatting away with Maggie or working down on the farm. He was hesitant to approach you, in fear of saying the wrong thing or scaring you off. He thought about your gentle fingertips brushing over his wound, and the other scars on his chest that you noticed. What did you mean when you said, '...guys like you'? Do you... like him that way too?

He slowed down his thoughts. No, no, he can't start thinking like this. Not when you were turning in your sleep just a couple metres away. Perhaps, another day, he'd work up the courage to tell you how he felt. For now, he couldn't risk ruining the time he had alone with you until you returned to the prison.

When you awoke in the morning (or, it felt like the morning, you couldn't tell though due to the lack of natural light underground), you contemplated how that might just have been the best sleep you'd had since the fall began. That was probably thanks to Daryl practically sleeping next to you, you figured.

You turned over, still wrapped in the dusty sheets, to appreciate the sight of Daryl Dixon in the morning. He stood in the corner of the room, bags packed, fiddling with what looked like an arrow. You rubbed your eyes and blicked, once, twice, in an effort to get a better look at whatever he was doing. Unlike Daryl, you didn't share his anxiety surrounding telling you how he felt. If you could make it clear to him in any way possible that you care about him, you would.

You stood up and grabbed your flannel shirt from the heap you left it on the floor. Your legs were exposed as you stood across from him, wearing a pair of skimpy pyjama shorts, a tank top and your red flannel jacket. It was safe to say that Daryl liked the view.

Over breakfast, you discussed the plan for the day which involved navigating back through the forest to find the bike, and then going ahead with the original plan, which was scouting around the outskirts of the nearby town. Daryl, distracted by his late-night thoughts, couldn't help but notice your hair, your morning expression, and your clothes, in a way that he hadn't done before.

"Yeah, yeah. This time, I'll try not to drop any heavy machinery on you," you smiled.

"Mm. Better not." If it meant that you would brush your fingertips over his chest again, he would happily let a hundred bikes fall on top of him.

As the two of you gathered the last of your belongings, you exchanged glances before climbing the concrete staircase and opening the door that led to the forest floor. What you were met with, however, was a crowd of walkers that all turned to face you as if on cue. It didn't even look like a herd, just a mess of stumbling corpses circling the bunker. They must have sensed you, somehow; but there was no time now for figuring out how this happened.

Suddenly every decaying face spun and came at you from every direction, and you simply looked at each other before deciding that there was only one thing to do: run.

So you ran, and ran. You ran until you noticed that Daryl was lagging a little and you remembered his leg injury from the day before. You grabbed him and pulled him into the hollowed-out trunk of a large oak tree. Your heavy, laboured breaths were silenced by his hand reaching over your mouth. He used his other hand to make a 'Shh' sign. Looking over your shoulder, you watched as the walkers passed you by, wincing at the occasional growl or smack as they snapped their decomposing jaws shut.

You had to say something, now. Or else you'll wish you'd said something later. "Daryl," you whispered, meeting his eyes and still trying to be as quiet as possible. These may not have been the perfect circumstances for confessing your feelings for the man currently stood a couple inches away from your face, but they will have to do.

"Daryl, I- I need you to know something," he wished you would just stay quiet. If anything happened to you he would never forgive himself. "If we don't make it back, or- or if something happens, I need you to know that I love you. M-Maybe more than I should. I just- I can't help it and I had this plan of how the run would go and I didn't mean to injure you or-"

For God's sakes, Y/N, why were you still talking? There's a damn herd walking past and- Daryl knew that there was only one way to shut you up. He placed his hand on your neck and moved his lips to meet yours. He let himself get lost in the sweet kiss as soon you rested one hand in his hair and the other on his chest. He'd wanted this for so long, and he felt a pang of guilt for letting it happen in such dire circumstances, and not in some place safe, like back at the prison. You pulled away, suddenly remembering where you were.

"I, uh- Do you...?" you felt his warm breath on your neck.

"Yeah... I do," he began. "C'mon, the walkers are gone. Why don't we finish this up back home?" he smirked.

"That sounds like a great idea."

[luxicides]

coquette fashion faves 🐇🎀⛸️💒🎧

the other day my mom inadvertently called me a bimbo for liking high fashion. to be fair, she did catch me watching rick owens fw22/23 when i should have been writing my lit essay, but who's she to judge? anyways, here's a quick list of fashion brands whose work i adore as of late. i'll try to include links to some of my fav shows from them too xx #girlssupportgirls

++necessary disclaimer: this is all just for fun!!!! obviously, these are all just my personal opinions. i'm in no way a fashion expert, nor am i claiming to be. live laugh love, gaslight gatekeep girlboss :3

and so, presenting....

LUXICIDES' DEFINITIVE GUIDE TO FASHION BRANDS IN THE MODERN AGE ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

1. MIU MIU

at this point, eeeeeeveryone has heard of miu miu. how could you not?

founded in 1992 by none other than mrs prada, miu miu has been having a (imo) well-deserved revival in the past few years. as the sister label of prada, miu miu serves as a more "youthful, playful and affordable alternative".

though i personally prefer last year's fall/winter rtw show to be more visually interesting than this year's spring/summer show, AND found their campaign with kendall jenner to be... a little lacklustre, i still love what the brand has been doing.

i just love the way miu miu's runway styling is done - going back to fw22, the incorporation of more preppy influences in their cable-knit sweaters along with the very obvious y2k references (mini skirts, lace and mesh, and those cropped tops girl!) is just... to DIE FOR.

and i'm not going to wrongfully malign the ss23 show! i thought the varying textures and how everything was just so flowy and loose. the set for this show was also incredible.

FAVOURITE: pre-fall 2020 (especially this look!)

2. BLUMARINE

ngl, when i first researched into blumarine, i was CONFUSED. just because i had always seen blugirl (their brand for teenagers) being labelled as blumarine (the core brand).... thanks pinterest.

but regardless, i think blumarine is FASCINATING. to me, they've always had elements of frivolity and femininity, with their intricate embellishments, and delicate lace detailings that are just to die for - every coquette girlie's dream.

lately, though, they've been moving towards more y2k influence: i mean, the ss23 rtw show is 99% denim. look at that and tell me that doesn't remind you of britney justin circa 2001 amas !!!

in all seriousness, i love the direction they're going in. i love that they're still maintaining some of the very ethereal, dainty energy that has been at the core of the brand for so long.

blumarine almost never misses with their styling. it's like their textures always go crazy - in the best way.

though it definitely doesn't get as much attention as its sister brand, blugirl is absolutely worth checking out too. i'm personally biased towards their older collections, think 2004-2005 era. they're literally all over pinterest, so it shouldn't be hard to find either.

FAVOURITE: fall-winter 2021 rtw

3. OZLANA

to me, ozlana is like the perfect combination of every trend i love. their pieces are so delicate and so dainty, and i literally can't get enough of their styling... like the fur coats? the pastels??? the DREAMINES???? oh my god don't do this to me rn.

literally every look from their 2022 shfw runway is basically perfect. to me, at least.

like - the colours. the bows. the denim looks in particular..... and the set!!!! don't even get me started on the set design.

ozlana is another brand i see on pinterest all the freaking time. honestly, they're kind of reminiscent to fw04 blugirl in the sense that they both have such dreamlike qualities to them...

unfortunately, ozlana does use real fur :( so that does dock them down a point. but i still do love their styling, and their pieces without the fur embellishments still are quite cute!

FAVOURITE: 2021 shfw

4. CUCCULELLI SHAHEEN

pinterest also brought me to this one!

think glamour. think sparkles. think euphoria but aged up and set kind of in a vaguely old hollywood-esque era. that's Cucculelli Shaheen to me.

Cucculelli Shaheen is NYC-based, and was founded in 2016. which is insane to me, because the level of craftsmanship in their work is breathtaking. their tailoring and the patterns of their pieces are literally... chef's kiss. i'd give up my first born for a dress from them.

listen, the embellishments? the intricacy? the detail??? their pieces are astoundingly lavish and astoundingly beautiful. not to mention, their shoots are basically works of art themselves.

i'm not a bride-to-be, nor am i going to be in the near future, but their bridal collections make me..... goddamn. someone wife me up.

FAVOURITE: collection 13 OR collection 10

5. SCHIAPARELLI

yeah. you don't even need an intro to this one.

if you've been anywhere on the internet in the past month or so, and i mean ANYWHERE, you've probably seen the recent schiaparelli show. and the reactions that go along with it range anywhere from sane, logical, to absolutely batshit crazy takes.

me, personally, in my oh so humble opinion - i loved the recent show. the phrase "a feast for the eyes" was basically made for this show. i mean, the uproar (get it) over the fake taxidermy heads alone was entertaining, but the show itself was a freaking stunner.

i've always loved daniel roseberry's work. i think he does a great job of sticking to the house's codes, whilst also creating a new, exciting vision for the brand. it's what elsa would have wanted!

daniel roseberry has brought so much drama to schiaparelli in his time there - both in terms of public intrigue, but also in the actual pieces. the garments are so bombastic and literally are each works of art in their own right.

i love their use of shapes and i love the over-the-top-ness of it all. i can't wait to see what they do next.

FAVOURITE: fall-winter 2022 couture

that's it for this post, hope u liked it <3 i've never really done much fashion critiquing (unless you count me and my friends sanctimoniously picking apart chanel's recent shows), so this is pretty much new to me.

:3 hope u all have a great day!

catastrophically yours,

luxicides

[gellavonhamster]

Lost Scenes Thursday! Get to know your favourite authors better. Show five scenes from either abandoned fics where you regret they will never see the light of day, or five scenes from WIPs where you are impatient to see them out there. Long, short, one-liner... it's all good reading. Tag five other authors where you are curious.

Ohhh hi and thank you! I really had to do some digging for this because, sadly, I simply don't write that much, but I managed to scrape together an assortment of fragments of some unfinished/not-yet-finished works. Sorry it took so long, I had to translate them into English :)

1.from back when I was trying to make that Peaky Blinders!AU a proper fic

The skeleton stared at her with its empty sockets. Ellington glanced at the label – clouded leopard, Neofelis nebulosa. She loved cats, big and small. She loved the Natural History Museum too, that fairytale maze full of silent specimens, fanciful seashells, horns, and fangs, tranquil in its orderliness, homelike in its permanence. Her father took her there countless times when she was just a little girl, and showed her the impassive dead fishes on their mounts, the dried starfishes, the records and drawings done by famous scientists. Every turn and every nook were familiar, and Ellington couldn’t fight the feeling that Father was about to come in from another room, wearing his usual worn-out long coat, and take her by the hand, and they would go on together.

Of course, Father wasn’t there. Instead, another person slipped out from the room dedicated to ungulates, a much younger man in a nifty suit but with a totally pig-like face. He approached the same stand as Ellington, and spent a moment or two studying the exhibits for appearances’ sake. As if knew a single thing about zoology. Ellington clenched her teeth.

“Now that’s a funny place,” Steward Mitchum said without looking at her. “All these beasts with their glass eyes. Should I offer them the deer’s head my dad keeps above the fireplace? It’d fit right in.”

“Let us skip small talk,” Ellington moved towards the next stand. He followed her, a couple of steps behind. “That’s not what we’re here for.”

“Can’t argue with that. Tell me what you’ve learned.”

2. unused scene from my DCEU era No. 1, I never did anything with it but I'm fond of it

“No but it’s so cool that we have our own witch now!” Harley reasons out loud on the way to the helicopter. She’s holding June by the hand, and it must be a little strange considering they only really met today, and in such haste at that, but June does not feel any discomfort whatsoever. “We’re getting closer and closer to being fairytale characters! We have a dragon…”

“That me?” judging by his voice, Croc is not too happy, but it’s hard to tell for sure when it comes to him.

“…who’s actually a cursed prince! We have a fire genie…”

“That’s a first,” mutters Diablo.

“…an outlaw who steals from the rich and gives to… himself…”

“You bet,” Boomerang grins.

“…a fearless knight…”

“Me, I suppose?” Rick asks. Harley shakes her head.

“Obviously not! That would be Katana.”

June looks back and notices that Tatsu is smiling – a fleeting ghost of a smile, blink and it’s gone, but it was there, June saw it with her own two eyes.

“You’ve another role, Colonel.”

“Which is?” Rick asks patiently.

Harley smirks. “Why,” she drawls, “the princess, of course.”

3. unused scene from my DCEU era No. 2. I assume it must've been for the same fic the previous scene was intended for, or maybe it was going to be another fic also based on the premise of June Moone not losing magic powers after the Enchantress was destroyed. I don't even remember anymore

“Enchantress,” June whispers. “Enchantress. Enchantress.” Still, she’s alone, and the mirror still shows just her own reflection, and a nervous laughter drops from her lips because she’s standing in front of a mirror in the twilight, trying to summon a witch. Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary…

Yeah, she could do with a glass of Bloody Mary.

“If you’re still with me, just say so,” June says. “I won’t tell anyone. I won’t try to drive you away. I’m just tired of not knowing what’s going on.”

Two glasses.

“Are you still here?”

She isn’t sure who she is asking, the Enchantress or herself.

4. from the attempt at a post-canon From Dusk Till Dawn fic - didn't manage to write it, but another bit of this became a drabble I published on ao3, so at least there's that

“Are you superstitious?” Richie asks her the first time he brings her such a present, a necklace with large pendants that looks heavy and expensive at a glance.

“Well, I am talking to a mythical creature right now, so…”

“No, not like that. I mean, some people don’t like to wear second-hand shit because they fear it might have bad vibes or something. Are you one of them, by any chance?”

Kate narrows her eyes.

“Richie, who did you take it off?”

“A very rich and successful lady. Who sold girls like you and even younger. I realize this is not your style, but I thought you might put it to some use,” he explains calmly. Kate thinks about cats that bring their owners dead birds. Mrs. Higgins, their neighbour back in Bethel, had such a cat. In the end, other neighbours made her stop letting it out on its own, threatening to call the “relevant authorities”.

Kate lifts the necklace up, watches the pendants sparkle in the electric light, reflexively scratches a drop of dried blood off one of them with her nail.

“Diamonds?”

“What do you take me for? Of course they’re diamonds.”

“Well, I definitely can put some diamonds to use. Thank you.”

When she was a kid, she really wanted a cat, but Mom was allergic.

5. not an abandoned fic this time! This is from a crossover between BBC's The Musketeers and La Morte amoureuse by Théophile Gautier, which I really hope to go back to one day

The first victim was a prostitute. The owners of a shop located at the street where they found her identified her as Justine la Roux. She had long and lush red hair – that must’ve been where the nickname came from. When Aramis saw her lifeless face, particularly grey against her hair, dirty and yet so bright, he remembered another girl who earned her living the same way and got her name for the same reason – Renardette from the house his mother worked at. Aramis barely knew her; when he was six years old or so, Renardette went to visit her aunt in another town and never came back. No one found out what happened to her. All he could remember of her besides her fox-like name and just as fox-like colour of her hair was that she taught him to press plantain leaves to fresh scratches and gnat bites, but that was enough for the ghosts of his past to surround him as soon as he laid his eyes on Justine.

Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts. Each passing year brought new ones.

[batsplat]

hey hi i saw you mentioning jorge biography and was wondering if there is one in english? also i was looking for motogp related books and was wondering what your recs would be?

riveras tobias' 'jorge lorenzo: my story so far' - has been translated to english, yes! several editions have been released, so it's been updated to include the first couple of years of his motogp career but nothing beyond that. I've posted a bunch of excerpts on here, which you can find by searching 'riveras' on my blog, and also I make quite extensive use of it in the long post about jorge/valentino 2008-10. it's an odd book but one that I'd definitely recommend in that I've rarely been hit with such a high rate of insane sentences per page

in terms of what books I'd recommend... hm I might add to this at some point and properly provide a rec list, but just the first stuff that comes to mind:

'valentino rossi: all of his races', mat oxley - okay, this probably isn't a book you read cover to cover. it's essentially a reference book that describes... well, all of his races. but it just gives you such a good overview of valentino's career - and by extension, isn't a bad place to go to get a sense of the overarching stories in the sport from 1996 to 2021. the race descriptions themselves are punchy and informative, you've got loads of lovely photos - and the best bits are the columns you get between the years. there's interviews like with his long-time crew chief jb, there's write ups of how valentino changed his riding style over the course of his career, bike development, suzuka 8 hours, etc etc... it's really more than just a valentino book in that it tells you so much about the sport as a whole, I got it at a discount for like eighteen quid and it was extremely worth it

'pushing the limits', casey stoner - as a book, it's probably the strongest of the alien autobiography/autobiography-adjacent works out there. it's easy enough to read, straightforward - the writing style is a bit bland, but not more so than your average sports autobiography. it's a useful starting point to getting what casey's whole deal was about, especially the sections about his childhood, which are absolutely crucial context. also does a decent job at explaining what being a rider is about in layperson's terms. the book is at its funniest when casey is at his pettiest - obviously don't take any autobiography completely at face value, but it's definitely a book made better by casey's eagerness to fire shots at pretty much anyone

'ring of fire', rick broadbent - written by a journalist that covers the mid to late noughties with some reference to previous eras. it's very much a columnist's book in that it's snappy and readable and isn't necessarily giving you the full picture, but at the end of the day it's covering an excellent slice of motogp history in an engaging way and is good at what it's trying to do. by the time I read it, I didn't really need an introduction to any of this stuff anymore - but I still had a pretty good time with it, mainly because of the fun anecdotes it provides. some of my favourite bits are sete randomly calling his teammate melandri a 'fucking idiot' in 2005, valentino covering his face in horror when seeing all of melandri's blood after motegi 2005, casey throwing a tantrum after being beaten by dani at assen 2006, and valentino ruminating about ancient hatreds between anglo nations over tea. those excerpts should also give a sense of the tone of the writing

'jorge lorenzo: my story so far', riveras tobia - already gave it my prop here, but for my money it's still as honest and confessional as one of these aliens have gotten. there's an immediacy to this one that really makes it stand out... jorge just comes across as painfully, aggressively young in this book. everything in it is felt intensely - and some of it is very stupid, and some of it is very moving. jorge makes for a great interviewee in this... he's reflective to a painstaking degree and shares quite a few things you could not waterboard out of me (including some of the valentino bits lbr). it is an oddly structured book and the journalist's writing style is a bit take it or leave it, but still well worth it. I found it the toughest book to read on this list, actually quite a bit more so than casey's precisely because it felt so raw. you just want to travel back in time, give the kid a hug and tell him to calm down

'what if I had never tried it', valentino rossi - there's no escaping that this is a bit of an odd book. when you read casey and jorge's books, you feel like they really really really needed to get the contents of their chests. they had something to tell the world. valentino's feels a bit more like he thought he might as well publish an autobiography. you're left with something that's a little less focused, a little trickier to parse, something that can be enjoyed in the moment but also feels not entirely complete. it's not a bad read, and it's probably the one of those books that's going to make you laugh the most... but it's also the one that's least interested in giving you all that much genuine insight into its subject matter. there's insight to be found, but you might have to dig a little

'the valentino rossi files: everything I've ever written about VR', mat oxley - two volumes that kinda do what they say on the tin and give you all of oxley's columns up until 2014 in one bundle. it also includes the columns valentino dictated to oxley in his 250cc days. obviously this is an odd one to recommend as a book - I don't think I ever read it cover to cover and really just skipped around until eventually I'd read the whole thing. listen, you know what oxley's writing style is like. they're good columns, give a lot of insight into valentino and again the time period, plenty of fun details about all the feuds and intrigue and melodrama. good variety in subject matter and approach, all very informative

'valentino rossi: the definitive autobiography', stuart barker - right, I'm gonna be honest, I'm not a massive fan of this book. partly because one of the early chapters about valentino's childhood completely rubbed me the wrong way and made me preemptively annoyed at the writing style - partly because I just read it way too late in my journey as a fan, at a point where I kinda already knew almost all of this. it's a perfectly fine introduction to valentino, but for a definitive autobiography it does feel just a touch... well, shallow at times. it's fine! most people will probably get more out of reading it than I did, and I also found some bits pretty interesting. I just found myself arguing against the author a few times too many, but again. it's fine

'wayne rainey: his own story', michael scott - something from a little further back. I haven't delved into pre 21st century motorcycle racing history as much as I'd like, and it's still something I definitely feel like I do more of... but yeah, this should be pretty accessible even for people who have zero familiarity with the time period. it's been a while since I read it and I don't currently have it to hand, but from what I recall I found it a good read... it covers rainey's childhood, career, as well as the fallout from his career ending injury that left him in a wheelchair, a little bit on being a team boss and so on. very extensive interviews with rainey which make especially those latter sections well worth a read

anyway this list is quite valentino-focused - not really by design, more just that much of the better english language writing about the sport this century is about him. there's definitely some books about pre-valentino motogp I still want to check out at some point, as well as a few more technical-focused books that unfortunately tend to also be a bit pricier, but hopefully this isn't a bad starting point

[osmiumamygdala]

What's your favourite portrayal of Colossus, in terms of how he's drawn i mean? For me its how he's drawn in x men origins Colossus and astonishing x men. The way he's drawn is how i default when i picture him in my head.

Some of my favorite styles for him are Adi Granov, Alex Ross, and Rick Leonardi:

As for my default image of him, it's gotta be between Leonardi up there, Jim Lee:

Dave Cockrum:

And if I'm being honest, the styles used in the Krakoa era/X-Force series are getting there, too.

[potetosaradas]

2, 15, 23!! :)

HEY ANON, THANK YOU FOR ASKING ADGFAKJHF !!!!!!

2. OT3?

i know this is probably for RaM, but I do not have a RaM OT3 that I like OTL if it was platonic maybe Prime/Rick/Morty

my current favourite OT3 is Fengxin/Xie Lian/Mu Qing from TGCF tho LMAO my favs absolutely devastating me the more i think about them ;w;

15. Have you noticed your style change over time?

In terms of writing style hmm... I'm not sure... I change my tone per fandom. For example when i used to write for Kuroshitsuji, I took on more formal language but with RaM I'm quite 'relaxed' and I like to use the narrative as another way to explore certain character's thought processes, compared to commenting on them neutrally... if that makes sense... hhh

For art well... ive been trying to make a bigger effort for consistency and merging my regular 'anime' style with the RaM cartoon style... very very difficult stuff... still haven't found a look thats consistent... my art style always changes OTL

23. Has your favourite character/ship changed over time?

Absolutely! I love prickcest so much because there are so many delicious stages in their relationship. There's the part when they start working together, becoming closer than just best friends (precanon era MY FAVOURITE!!!), the tension with Diane/cheating/affairs (DELICIOUS ANGST), post breakup (bombing), lovers to enemies -> hating each other to the end of time. LIKE MAN. all of it is such great stuff. There is not a single moment of prickcest that I do not love. this ship has got EVERYTHING in it for me. Friendship, friends with benefits, lovers, enemies, PASSION. >:) love them. i love them SO MUCH. YOU DONT UNDERSTAND.

[echoes-lighthouse]

Ranking all of my selfships by how many other characters we interact with vs. selfships that are literally just me and my f/o in a void! My autism demands that I put my f/os in a new list format every month or I will implode.

From most important external characters to least:

1. Jester Lavorre (we’re very tangled in the Mighty Nein and while we’re not technically a polycule, we’re definitely a tight-knit found-family)

2. Himiko Toga (League of Villains polycule! It’s the post-camp-attack squad, with Compress, Magne, Twice, Shigaraki, Dabi, and Spinner: Kurogiri is there but not part of the cuddle puddle)

3. Tate Langdon (the house is full of ghosts and we have close relationships with all of them, with varying degrees of complexity)

4. Monokuma (there sure are a lot of kids in this murder school! Granted, I’m mostly invested in Monokuma, but I also have ties with the other kids)

5. Zero Rick (our grandkids are super important to our relationship! also, Beth and Jerry are there)

6. Death (Delirium is my only platonic f/o, so she’s obviously important to me as well, but the rest of the Endless also have their own places in our story)

7. Grell Sutcliffe (the story is mostly about us but we also drop in on Sebastian and Ciel occasionally and annoy the hell out of them, it’s a favourite date plan)

8. Cecil Palmer (again, I usually focus on the two of us in Cecil’s pre-radio days, but I also have a lot of emotions about my connection to Kevin, and Carlos is also there in our canon-era story arc!)

9. Dirk Strider (there’s a lot of other characters! I rarely tell stories about them, though. Dirk and I are a little too tied up in each other, but if I spent enough time on our story, we would have interesting dynamics with the others)

10. Jonah Magnus (I do have a plotline with the main Archival staff, but Jonah and I have been through a lot of different casts of characters, so I don’t expect anyone to keep track of all of them)

11. Val Frizzle (It’s just me and her and our Pines twins at the house!)

12. Toshinori Yagi (we occasionally interact with other characters, Hizashi helped him to learn JSL for me, and I’m fond of Midoriya, but we’re mostly in our own world)

13. Tumblr (it’s just the two of us in a fictional high school!)

14. Gertrude Robinson (our storyline takes place before any of the canon events and before she meets any other characters: we do have friends, though, who are OCs)

15. Tomura Shigaraki (we ran away from all the other characters and we live in Canada now <3)

[neo-shitty]

— content creator year in review.

note. i haven’t seen this tag game circulating for this year yet so i might as well kick-start it. it’s one of the tag games i actually enjoyed doing : ] tagging. @lixesque @chogiwow @rrxnjun @sulfurcosmos @straykats @petrichor-han and everyone else who wants to do this :3

First creation and most recent creation of 2022: i do distinctly remember that, amidst my big wips leftover from 2021, try hard (skz, jisung) was the first fic i wrote and finished on 2022. i haven’t been keeping an accurate track of when i created which fics so i’m going by when i posted them. latest was knuckle-deep (skz, hyunjin)

One of your favourite creations from 2022: SLOW DANCING IN A BURNING ROOM (nct, haechan) !!!! oh i enjoyed writing this i was immersed for DAYS. and i’m so happy that it turned out the way i wanted it too and i didn’t end up hating the track i used as inspiration w/c usually happens with fics i work on for days straight.

One creation you’re really proud of: must i really pick one 😢 hmm, meet me where the flowers are (skz, hyunjin) bc i managed to shape this story into something that’s relevant outside of its fictional guise.

A creation that took you forever: no longer human (nct, jaemin) was the last big project i worked on HAHA and seeing as it took me until the next year to finish just shows how long it was in the works 😂

A creation from 2022 that received the most notes: oh my god. do i wanna know (nct, jeno). this fic was initially written for another idol and that simple switch when i reposted this multiplied my note count 10x. unbelievable.

A creation you think deserved more notes: *cracks knuckles* there are actually a lot this year! i don’t mean to expect receiving more but i just hoped that they would :( but in the end, i liked them so to hell with what other ppl think <3 — here comes the sun (ateez, san), ten feet deep still sinking (nct, mark), safety pin (skz, changbin), chevron signs (skz, felix), the lonely hearts club (skz, seungmin)

A new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it: no new fandoms for me this year :( i actually stopped writing for others.

A creation you made that breaks your heart: out of everything i’ve written there were two hard-hitters because they were cut from my own skin <3 really was in my tortured artist era this year, there were no works unless i was suffering <3 the lonely hearts club (skz, seungmin) bc i cried thinking of the concept of this story and chevron signs (skz, felix) bc that’s just about the limit of how i’m able to express how my over-independence might kill me someday.

A ‘simple’ creation that you really love: ahhhhh, can’t i just say i like you (nct, haechan). i wrote this in one sitting feeling all fuzzy over the song i used as inspo for this :(

A creation that was inspired by another one: ten feet deep still sinking (nct, mark) !! inspired from stephen sanchez’ the pool w/c i will never tire of !! oh and of course, rick riordan’s pjo series bc this mark’s character is literally percy. this would pass as percy fanfiction actually!

A favourite creation created by someone else: your memory, my love by @chogiwow i’m yet to reread it i know but my mind wanders to it so much :(( esp after i watched eeaao :((

Some of your favourite content creators from this year: @rrxnjun​ @chogiwow @tyonfs @lixesque @inktae @luvdsc @jungkxook @petrichor-han @neonun-au i haven’t read much this year but i’m glad i stumbled upon your works 💗

[luckycheesefoodie321]

No you’re absolutely correct. Percy Jackson is one of a rare breed of main characters that you can say is your favourite character and everyone would nod and say “yeah valid take”.

Bc he’s such an unbelievably relatable character without being a blank slate to fit yourself into (as authors tend to do), with such a distinct voice. And because you watch him grow up (and many of us in fact grew up with him) and see the literal trials he gets put through and reacts in a way that makes so much sense (the bitter sarcasm and witty jokes undercutting the literal trauma he’s undergoing). But he’s also an incredibly unreliable narrator in how he views himself and the feats he’s accomplished that when you get other people talking about Percy and their perspective on him, you’re like “oh shit yeah no kidding he did do all that when he was TWELVE”

And I think, while Rick has made some faults in the past in certain portrayals, often mostly due to his personal ignorance or him recognising the trends of the time (many of his female characters often embodying the “not like other girls” tropes in the earlier books), he has a really clued in ear to the pulse of how youth and teenagers think, act, and behave in the current climate (whatever era that may be). And if he doesn’t know, he literally goes out and asks.

Which is why (while I disagree that Percy can’t age like why would you say this Rick like I get it but as a 23 yo Percy should be my age or a little older by now) he slips in so neatly to whatever social climate the stories take place with in, making him a timeless and ever relatable protagonist. And this is reflected in the new show. This is a Percy we older fans know and love but slightly adjusted for the kids of today.

gotta give it to the percy jackson fans, you really do love your main character. for other franchises, fans usually place the #1 blorbo title on a specific side character. but in percy jackson you really love your percy jackson

[dixons-sunshine]

daryl and wife reader having a mini 3 year old daryl and shes sassy like her mama also shes really smart and daryl just being the best father and husband to be ❤️❤️

Daddy's Little Girl | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

*GIF isn't mine*

Summary: Life in your little home in Alexandria was amazing. You had a wonderful husband and a beautiful daughter you couldn't be more proud of, especially since she brings out parts of your husband you couldn't help but admire.

Genre: Fluff

Era: Alexandria, post Saviour war, post the building of the bridge

Warnings: None.

Word count: 965

A/n: This sucks so bad. I didn't really know where to go with this and scrapped so many attempts, so I'm sorry for the bad quality. I hope this is still somewhat enjoyable at least.

Rick never went missing in this because I'm in my feels after seeing him look for a gift for RJ.

It's not a major plot point, but there are mentions of Rick in this. Also, my default name for any fics involving Daryl having a daughter will be Hazel because I've grown to love the nickname I came up with for my last Dad!Daryl fic, which is Hazelnut.

As always, my requests are open for any TWD requests, as well as Scud Frohmeyer requests.

—

“No, Daddy. You can't.”

“'Course I can,” Daryl retorted playfully, taking the purple crayon from his daughter's hand. “Yer not even usin' the crayon, Hazelnut. Yer jus' holdin' it while yer colourin' with the red crayon. I need the purple more than ya do righ' now.”

Hazel huffed and folded her small arms over her chest, sending Daryl her version of a glare that the archer found absolutely adorable and amusing. “Not fair, Daddy. Gonna use it soon.”

“Until then, I'll use it. Once you need it, jus' ask, alrigh'?” Daryl told her, and chuckled when he saw her huff again and reluctantly continue to draw with the red crayon.

Daryl looked up and locked eyes with you, amused smiles on both of your faces. You were seated on the couch with Dog's head resting on your lap, fixing up one of the archer's favourite shirts while he entertained your daughter as she waited for Michonne to come pick her up for a sleepover with RJ. Daryl looked back down at his piece of paper and continued on with his drawing while you continued on with fixing up his shirt.

You silently listened to Hazel's happy babbling, smiling fondly at the father and daughter duo drawing stick figures and shapes. Suddenly, Hazel huffed again and threw the crayon down in frustration, crossing her arms over her chest.

“What's wrong, baby?” you asked, glancing at your daughter.

“I don't want to draw anymore,” she declared, crawling over to Daryl and clambering into his lap for a hug.

Daryl instantly dropped the crayon in his hand and embraced her, pulling her into his chest. Hazel nuzzled her face into his neck, giggling at the kisses Daryl placed on her face.

“It tickles, Daddy,” she giggled, bringing her small hands up to his stubble.

Daryl smiled and abruptly stood up with Hazel in his arms, eliciting a yelp of surprise from her that was quickly followed by more laughter. Daryl spun her around while placing more playful kisses all over her face, careful not to drop her. Dog jumped up from the couch with a happy bark, circling around Daryl as he wagged his tail happily.

You laughed at the shrieks of laughter that fell from your daughter's mouth. “Don't drop her, Daryl,” you warned him when he stumbled slightly. You turned your head when you heard a knock on the door.

“Never,” Daryl replied, placing one final kiss on Hazel's cheek before placing her down on the floor. He ruffled her hair before stalking over to the door, you getting up from the couch and trailing behind him.

Daryl opened the door and the two of you came face to face with Michonne, who had RJ perched on her hip. She smiled at the two of you in greeting, rubbing RJ's back soothingly.

“Hey, guys. Is she ready to go?”

Daryl hummed and turned around, calling out to Hazel. “Hazelnut! Auntie Michonne's here!”

You grabbed the sleepover bag that you had placed near the door earlier that day and handed it over to Michonne. Hazel's footsteps got louder until she ran up to you, hugging you before hugging Daryl. She then turned to Michonne and took her outstretched hand.

“Bye, Mama. Bye, Daddy.”

“Bye, sweetheart. Be good for Michonne and Rick, okay?” you greeted her.

She nodded and took off with Michonne, happily conversing with RJ while they walked. You closed the door and locked it, turning around to face Daryl. The archer smiled at you and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly.

You were confused but soon hugged him back, nuzzling your face into his chest. Daryl placed a soft kiss on the top of your head before resting his chin there, slightly rocking you side to side.

“Not that I'm complaining in the slightest,” you mumbled, pressing a kiss against his chest. “But what's with the hug?”

Daryl remained silent for a moment. “S'jus' 'cause I love ya. And I can't believe how lucky I am to have ya and Hazel in my life.”

“Well, believe it, Dixon. I love you so much. So does daddy's little girl,” you replied, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

“I love ya both too. Yer the most important people in my life. I'd die fer ya.”

“Hopefully it never comes down to that. You're dying a very old man if I can help it,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Daryl wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Dun' worry. I ain't plannin' on dyin' on ya anytime soon.”

You smiled at him. “Good to know. That's really good to know.”

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[veryfancydoilies]

hello there 🎅🏼 here!

i do apologise for my untimely responses, i will try to respond quicker from here on out. based on your response to my last ask, we seem to have the same interests. how lovely. i think classic rock music was my introduction to all things vintage. i have been a classic rock fan for a while now and i don’t think that will change anytime soon. besides music, i do enjoy watching a lot of older films, especially ones from the 40s-50s. i always think there’s something special about them.

i do enjoy listening to many of the bands you mentioned. i don’t recall whether i mentioned this in my last ask but i am a huge fan of the beatles and kinks! you mentioned you like the beatles, what’s your favourite song by them? favourite album? mine faves always change so it’s always difficult for me to pick a favourite haha.

antiques! oh finally someone who is a fan of antique things. not too many of us now, is there? do you collect? i am an antique collector, though lately i’ve been slacking in that department since moving to a new place. i do want to try and pick it back up soon. just need to find some good antique places in my area.

well it was great hearing from you again. also, i took a gander at your pinned post and i wanted ask you questions 13, 15 & 18 :)

Hello there! It’s alright, I totally get how difficult it can be. I’ve been busy myself. I’m a full-time student and finals are coming up. I still have a lot of studying to do. I told my Secret Santa…partner (What do we call the other person messaging with the Secret Santa??) that I may take me some time to respond.

So classic rock was what got you interested in vintage things. How interesting. For me it was classic films definitely. I think I got into much older films after one of my teachers in I think elementary school mentioned the actress Elizabeth Taylor in class. I got curious and looked her up on the Internet. Soon after that, I got interested in other old Hollywood actresses and then eventually started watching the films. Do you have any favorite actresses from the 40s and 50s? I really like Bette Davis, Vivien Leigh, Barbara Stanwyck, and Joan Fontaine. Before that I would watch a lot of movies with my dad. Not really old films but ones I would say are like 80s and 90s nostalgia so Jurassic Park, The Goonies, the Indiana Jones movies, and Who Framed Roger Rabbit. That’s what made me love films. In fact, I used to be a film major! I would listen to the oldies with my dad too but I only became a more serious fan fairly recently. I listened to some 60s music on Spotify one day and I was soon obsessed with that era. Classic Rick was my top genre on Spotify.

Oh lovely, another Kinks fan! Isn’t Ray Davies a songwriting genius? The lyrics in their songs are so wonderful and inventive. This may be controversial but I like their music better than the Beatles. It’s a shame their fame didn’t really reach the same heights as The Beatles. I think them being banned in America may have contributed, unfortunately. I’ve been hearing talk about them releasing a new album or something like that? Anyways, love them alot. My all-time favorite Kinks song is Sunny Afternoon ☀️.

Yes, I love the Beatles too. Oh yeah I get it. It’s hard for me to pick favorites too. By the way, what did you think of Now and Then? I thought it sounded a little off but otherwise good. My favorite Beatles songs And I Love Her (sooooo pretty and romantic. This song is one of their crowning achievements if you ask me), Eleanor Rigby (sad song about loneliness), Dear Prudence, Girl, and She’s Leaving Home (love the violin and story in the lyrics). As for favorite album, I don’t really have one but I do like Rubber Soul and its sort of fall aesthetic. What about you? What are your favorite Kinks and Beatles songs? You can say multiple if it’s too hard! Also, do you have a favorite Beatle? Mine is George but also like John and Ringo?

I try to collect antiques here and there but it’s not really a serious hobby. I love going to antique stores and thrift stores and just browsing. The one item I do remember getting from a antique book was an old book about Joan Crawford films. It has pictures from her films and the reviews from the time they were released. Really the only antiques I “collect” are the ones I see on Tumblr. Those shoes from the 1940s I reblogged? So pretty, right? Is there a specific type of antique you like the most like clothing, art, books?

Thank you asking those questions from the ask game! I rarely get the chance to play them. I hardly ever get asks. So…

13. Song with the most peculiar sound

It sounds spooky in the beginning, doesn’t it? Like what you’d hear in a haunted house. I think it does well to convey the madness and terror of war.

15. Most danceable track

If there was a song that made me want to get up and dance, it’s this one and I’m not a dancing person at all! Whenever I hear it, I have the urge to move around a little quicker.

18. Song that describes my year

My year has really not been much different from the one that came before. I rarely do anything different so I get bored of it just like the singer. I don’t literally want to run away. I love my family and home. I like going to school and learning. I want to “run away” figuratively. Have some adventure and take risks, you know? I go to school but I want do so much more. I’d love to travel to other countries.

PLEASE ask me more from the ask game. This was fun and I’d love to answer more. Anyways, talk to you another time. Bye and Happy Holidays!

[vsirin]

On flute I mostly I play hymns but I like baroque pieces (though since I'm not in school/lessons anymore I don't have anyone 1.) getting me new music or 2.) forcing me to practice. What I really miss is playing with other people. I've been to soo many concerts and am similarly excited by them all so don't apologise for your rambling!! I saw the Who in 2015 in a big basketball arena and I was SOOO far from the stage! But getting Pete's guitar picks---that is so COOL!! I've seen Justin solo twice (and I LOVE Mike Dawes) both in 2016 and I saw John Lodge solo earlier this year. I was SO LUCKY to see the Moodies 3 times, the first at the Hollywood Bowl with a full orchestra, and twice in the front row the year they toured the Days of Future Past 50th anniversary (I got John and Justin's guitar picks!) I've seen Ringo twice, most recently in September and it was incredible! Edgar Winter, wow! The first time was Halloween in 2017 (?) and Todd Rundgren was in the All Starr Band. I saw Paul McCartney when I was living in Germany and that was surreal, and I saw him again earlier this year (originally I was meant to see Ringo and Paul in the SAME WEEK but Ringo's show was rescheduled) and I had a terrible view but he is so incredible and that's such an emotional experience that it doesn't matter where you are in the audience.

Also in no particular order: Jeff Beck, Donovan, The Zombies, Alice Cooper, Chicago, REO Speedwagon, Styx, Foreigner, Kansas, Graham Nash (2x), Wishbone Ash, Dave Mason, Peter Noone, King Crimson, Christine McVie and Lindsey Buckingham, Steve Winwood, Peter Frampton, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Arlo Gurthrie, Steve Hillage, Gong (2x) , Caravan (2x), Rick Wakeman (2x), Anderson, Rabin and Wakeman, Ian Anderson, Arthur Brown (2x), Roger Waters, Carl Palmer's ELP Experience (2x), Curved Air (2x), Gordon Lightfoot, Go Now! the Moody Blues tribute with Gordy Marshall (2x), and Neil Innes

What concert would you have liked to have seen? Apart form obvious ones like the 4 Beatles all together, I'd really have liked to see a John Entwistle show. Also I've never seen the Kinks/parts thereof and they are my all time favourite band

yes yes yes i agree about playing w other ppl! i used to know several flutists but they've all moved and now i have no one to play with and solos just don't cut it for meee :'( i hope one day i'll be brave enough to join a local group or something!

WOWOWOW YOUR SHOWS!!!!! oh my god it just radiates happiness, i love how concerts make the best memories!! and ahh paul!!! i know when/if i see him i will not have a good seat because he's so expensive but it truly IS the experience! to just hear him in person and to be with so many people who also love him and his music :') that reminds me of last month when i was in LIVERPOOOOL (i miss it so much) and how fun it is to just be able to talk to practically anyone around you about the beatles haha

ooh a solo john show!? that's a fun answer! i've heard his shows especially as he got older were very personal and small, which i love!! what era would be the dream?

do you have any kinks song recs!? i haven't listened to them much/at all :) who is your favorite in the group?

[fishoutoflovebeach]

the first song on the album is going for the one, and traditionally named after the album itself. a personal favourite [which i will get to later] but its background is also pretty interesting

written by jon two-three years prior to the album [think relayer era], it was discarded after the other members decided not to use it. after chris rediscovered it on a cassette, they decided to further develop the song.

the meaning comes from different things, like sports, equestrian racing, a film steve saw about quote “going down the grand canyon river on one of those rubber dinghies” [inner tubes, my dear cryptkeeper] and “the cosmic mind” [incert that one meme here]. [oh, also steve reviewed the song years later, saying its ‘a dynamic piece of music’ that was an underrated and underplayed song in the band’s discography. [so true, oh so true]]

when i first listened to the album, this song caught my attention, with the guitar riff hook and rick wakeman’s phenomenal synth work [which at first reminded me of brian may’s guitar work on son and daughter [queen i]]; and after several relistens, i can never crack why this song is just so special to me. from the beginning, this song just so. oh its indescribable [and this is an essay where i have to describe stuff. nice work chris] i don’t know if its the synth, the guitar on its own, the backing vocals [WHICH HAVE PHENOMENAL HARMONIES, THANK YOU FISH AND STEVE] or the lyrics itself. it just. feels so special, and it sets a great tone for the rest album.

the dont call me the number one going for the one luver for nothing

im so frequent to rant but its a little different now, so hehe, enjoy my lovely and delirious personal essay breaking down going for the one by yes [1977] song by song :>

for some background, this was when the band were tax exiles in switzerland [not the first time iirc but thats a different story] and what makes it funnier is that they recorded in the same studio as emerson, lake and palmer [who were working overtime on works], [they [elp] moved to another rehearsal space for a few weeks].

this was also the return of rick wakeman after his previous departure from the band after tales of topographic oceans; and he was surprised to see how much the band had changed over the time he had left. patrick moraz was let go; jon thought “[moraz] just wasn’t playing like he was involved”, that his sound wasn’t on par with the rest of the band’s, “and that affected his vibe…” [basically he was let go because he didn’t pass the vibe check]

also i do have to add that their original sound mixer [who i won’t name] left to work with other bands because he believed the the band’s style became ‘a bit stale’. which uh. they probably proved him wrong because gfto is peak and who ever mixed this album a raise [there were several heated arguments about the use of echo on the album, but thats not what im talking about rn]