#world roamers

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Anya Foos - Skycleaver - Thadian - 1975

[axvwriter]

Biddance's Character Intro

Considering I plan to list the rest of the family on my o.c. masterlist, I may as well share a bit about Biddance. I don't plan to write much about her. She's a silly little sweet thing that deserves better. Bood had no interest in her, but through indirectly saving her, she pursued him. The lazy demon decided to just give in and took her as a mate.

Bood saved Biddance indirectly by simply landing on her planet to take a rest. His (earth) mountain-range size caused several animals to scatter, including the ones that were hunting Biddance down. He ended up even snatching some of the predators to feast upon. Biddance viewed him as a savior and ran up to him to thank him. Bood, amused and confused by her affection, decided to not take her as a free meal.

Biddance adores Bood and constantly follows him about. Despite her species not laying eggs, somehow laid an egg. Bade hatched from said egg. Biddance would try to care for Bade and smother her in love, but Bade was unable to recognize her. Being born blind, the little demon often mistakes Biddance as some sort of prey. Bood would have to often separate the two for Biddance's own safety.

Biddance doesn't seem to fully understand or grasp that her own daughter is trying to eat her. Thus Biddance would always whine at being separated from her daughter. Once Bade became old enough to learn to speak, she finally understood who Biddance is, though this wouldn't always stop her from trying to take a bite out of her. Eventually this turned playful and completely stopped as Bade grew fond of her mother.

Biddance is roughly the size of an Earth hill. Bade, on the other hand, was born around the size of small Earth puppy. Such a size difference highly concerned her, making her think her daughter is a runt and even doomed to die. Due to this, she often tries to feed Bade, but the two have completely different dietary needs. Biddance is basically a large rabbit, she feeds off of vegetation. Bade, as a blood demon, feeds off of blood and meat.

Biddance, unable to hunt, often tries to feed Bade stuff that she herself would eat. Bade often fed herself by eating any scraps that fell from Bood whenever he brought back something to eat with them.

Biddance is nonverbal, but is able to understand some degree of language.

[strnqer]

daddy issues

— pairing: rick grimes x fem!reader (no use of pronouns)

— quote: “ it’s okay, it’s okay. breathe, i’ve got you now. “

— warning(s): father issues, age gap, talks about emotionally absent father, male validation

— note: the thing about daddy issues for me is that not many people know about it’s true colors, and although i didn’t fully write what i know for a fact is all part of the same thing, this is a small part of what having these issues feels like for me that i wrote about; you try to look for a lover who could be both your father and your boyfriend and you search for external male validation and simply want to be babied and cradled by an older man because ‘you’re chasing the father who ran out on you.’ and ultimately i know many of us have daddy issues (fuck dads, stan older men) so enjoy, i’ve had this in my drafts long enough.

small sobs left your mouth as you walked away from your home, from him.

your dad forgot again. you waited and waited for hours at the spot you’d planned to meet, you’re heart racing with hope that he would show. you’d told him the day before about something you’d planned for the both of you and he had smiled, patting your shoulder with that familiar but distant affection and told you he’d be there. it took you two whole days and a few favors from daryl to set up the perfect daddy daughter date for you and him. yet he didn’t show.

it’s no surprise honestly, you never had a good relationship with your father—it was a mere connection that existed only by name. he wasn’t absent; he was there just never there with you. he didn’t try to start a conversation or ask you how your day went and he sure as hell never protected you from the outside. it wasn’t the first time he had let you down and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last.

fuck, the first thing he’d told you when the dead started walking was to grow up and learn. mommy wasn’t there to help you but he was, that had to be something, right? he protected you from the roamers, handed you gauze when you fell and cooked you meals. sure, he never wrapped you in his arms and told you how important you were to him—or protected you from the world as you slept in his arms at night. he never told you how he loved you regardless of how fucked up you turned out to be. hell, even an i’m proud of you would have made you happy. but he didn’t, he never did.

you didn’t mind much at first; you knew that was all he would ever give you, and you were okay with it. but coming to alexandria and seeing the way rick grimes treated his kids, how much he loved them, how wide he smiled when they were around and how tightly he’d cradle them after a scare made your heart ache with a yearning you could no longer ignore. the walls that you had so carefully constructed came tumbling down and…you began to crave it. crave that connection, that security, something you knew you would never get, at least not from your father.

in the midst of your sobs you hardly noticed the man you bumped into. you muttered a quiet ‘sorry’ keeping your head low and eyes trained on the ground as you tried to walk around him but before you could slip away, a firm yet gentle hand shot up and grabbed your wrist.

“hey, you alright?” the man questioned, concern deeper in his words. rick... just at the mere sound of his voice, those walls that you worked so hard to keep up crumbled. and suddenly, so did you.

with a sudden rush of emotion your knees buckled and you felt strong arms engulf you before you fell. "hey, hey, look at me," he urged, his warm palm cradling your cheek as he lifted your face to meet his gaze. his warmth sent tingles down your spine and your eyes were suddenly burning as they met his. you realized all too late that heavy tears were streaming down your face.

“oh sweetheart, it’s okay. you're okay.”

“rick..” your voice was unrecognizable to your own ears, shaky and raw.

“c'mere, you're okay now” he cooed, his hands pressing you further into his chest. his warmth enveloped your body, a nice contrast to the coolness of the night nipping at your skin. you inhaled deeply, his scent acting like a blanket of comfort you never knew you needed. it was a feeling so foreign yet so profoundly right.

you let yourself cry, your throat becoming scratchy, almost painfully so as you let yourself break down in the arms of a man, who, in that moment, was giving you everything you’ve ever needed.

“i—i’m sorry, i’m sorry” your words were muffled and broken, you weren’t even sure who you were apologizing to, but the words just kept spilling from your open mouth. rick cooed at you gently, swaying himself from side to side as he cradled you, “it’s okay, it’s okay. breathe, i’ve got you now.”

the moment hung heavy in the air, the sounds of your cries easing as the seconds past by, “he didn’t show, rick..” his grip tightened around you,

“you don’t deserve that,” he muttered your name, the sound of it leaving his mouth left you momentarily breathless. you’ve never been addressed by him so personally and in that moment you felt so seen, just the mere mutter of your name eased your heart as it ached painfully in your chest, even if it was just a little.

quiet sniffles broke through the moment, “but what if i do? that’s all i’ve ever known. i—i don’t know what i did to him,” your face scrunched up as heavy tears streamed down your face once more, causing you to shove your face deeper into his neck from embarrassment. rick hushed you softly, thick palm soothing through your hair.

“it’s not your fault, y’hear me? that’s no way for a father to treat their child.” when he heard no response, his hands griped the sides of your face, pulling you up to meet his gentle gaze, “it’s not your fault” he repeated slowly, maintaining eye contact so he knew you’d heard, “you deserve everythin’ good left in this world,” he muttered your name more,

your lip wobbled as you nodded, eyes never leaving his. he sighed before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead and pulling you into his arms once more, not wanting to let you go until he knew you were better. he wanted to make you feel better.your body went slack, allowing rick to carry your weight all while the voices nagging in the back for your head began to melt away.

“rick,” you whispered mere moments later, rick hummed, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your back, “am i invisible?” the insecurity was clear in your tone, it’s not something you’ve ever spoken about out loud. in fact, rick has never even thought you to have these feelings. every time he’s seen you it’s as if you radiated wamrth and comfort to those around you. it broke his heart to know you thought the worst of yourself when all rick’s ever done is see you in the brightest of ways.

he vowed to never let you feel that way again.

“you’re not invisible to me. never for me.”

[misguidedasgardian]

Wild Cats (part I)

MASTERLIST

I. Roof cats

Summary: You had been alone for a while, until you came across the most unusual group 

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader (slowburn) OCC

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, injures, cannibalism, cursing, slowburn

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: Readers it's on her twenties, this will start after the fall of the prison, when everyone is on their own, separately 

It was some sort of miracle that you managed to stay alive this long

You didn't know if it was because of your instincts, mistrust in general, knowledge of the undead because of comics, video games and movies or… whatever. 

It was sort of miraculous

When it hit, you were at an airport, trying to get back home, but all the flights became grounded, and the end of the world began. You ran, with a group of people, the most sensitive ones that didn’t want to go back to the city, to Atlanta, you got stuck in a highway, your group began to collapse.

You are not gonna talk about what you felt the first time you saw one.

This is not that sort of story. World had went to shit almost a year ago

You started to feel like you were blessed but cursed at the same time, every time you joined a group, something happened, everything went to shit, they started fighting, they started killing one another, or they got overrun, you never lasted long with any of them. You bailed before things got really ugly.

It was good to be on your own, sometimes, although you haven't had a decent night’s sleep in a while, a long while

You had a technique, you moved early in the morning as soon as you had visibility, half a day, found sleep on the roof of any house or structure after noon, to be awake all night, because the night was all more dangerous. You had to stay alert

You started moving, away from Atlanta, North, with no plan, you guessed, that in this country that wasn’t your own, the safest place could be Washington DC. The capital, were the president and most important people were, you guessed is there was a stronghold of humanity in this country, that might be it… so you started moving, with a map you scavenged from somewhere 

But it was slow, you couldn’t find a working car and when you could, they were low on gas.

You found a couple of houses in the middle of nowhere, they were packed with things and supplies, and you were relieved, so you grabbed a quick snack, and then went up the stairs, always on guard, but the house was empty, and quiet, and then from a window on a child’s room, you climbed onto the roof, you were so tired.

The roof was steep, but you already knew a couple of techniques not to roll and fall off, fortunately, there was a tree that covered you from the sun, so you cuddled hugging yourself, putting your backpack as a pillow, your ax on your hand and a gun in a holster 

You were lulled to sleep quickly, as you couldn’t hear any roamers, only a soft wind.

But you came quickly to yourself again once you heard the click of the safety of a gun near your face. You jumped, instinct polished by more than a year in the damn apocalypse, you only had to tighten your hand, your ax already there, and the other went to your holster. When you managed to lean up to face the intruder, you came face to face with a boy, who shouldn't be older than twelve

You were not going to shoot a kid, and he seemed indecisive, and not violent even though he was pointing a gun at your face

“Don’t shoot me please”, you said calmly, releasing your gun and letting it slide a bit down the roof, until you couldn’t reach it, you raised your hand until they were far enough from the ax. 

The boy seemed to relax his stance

“Are you alone?”, he asked severely, you nodded

“Are you?”, you asked him, he shook his head, “oh”, oh shit was more like it, were you in danger? he seemed like a serial killer in the making, “look I… don’t want any trouble, I just came across this house, I was sleeping a bit, I just want to… keep moving, alright?”, he stopped pointing his gun at you, “I can drop my weapons to the grass below, you can go and then…”, he put his gun back on his hollister, and came out to the roof with a big can of pudding under his arm

“Oh”, you laughed, “you found it”, you said lightly, he smiled, you showed him your own stash, you had found some candy bars

“I’m Carl”, he said, taking a seat near you, opening the can.

“(y/n)”, you answered back, he started eating it, unapologetically. He seemed so relaxed now, but just a few seconds ago he was pointing a gun at you. 

“Are you a nurse?”, he asked, “or a doctor?”, you shook your head

“No”, you whispered, “are you sick? I have paracetamol”, you offered with the pain of your heart, you almost got killed obtaining it, but he was a kid, and you wanted to think that there were still “codes” in place. 

“No”, he mumbled, “it’s my dad”

“What’s wrong?”, you asked back

“He collapsed, he is tired but… he is not waking up”

“Oh”, you muttered, not offering anything helpful, “It’s just the two of you?”, you asked him, but he frowned when he looked at you, thinking you did not have good intentions

“We were a big group, we got split up”, he mumbled, “after a group attacked our camp, we were hold up in a  prison”

“Really?”, you asked, “that’s smart actually, a place to keep people in, and out”, you mumbled

“Yeah, but we got overrun”, he whispered

“Oh”, you said back

“Do you want to come with us?”, he asked, you looked back at him.

Yes the rest of the groups you had joined had not worked out, but you had been alone for four weeks now, and you were getting pretty tired, and lonely, almost going insane, you had to sing in a low voice to yourself to hear something, a voice even if it was your own

“Are there… more kids?”, you asked, doubting it, “is this like a Peter Pan and the lost boys situation?”, he laughed

“No, it’s my dad, and Michonne, two adults”, you hesitated

“I’m not gonna lie, it’s been tiring being alone”, you admitted, “I would like to hang out with people for a while”, you tried to smile softly at him, and he smiled back. He straightened his posture, and got all serious

“How many walkers have you killed?”, your raised an eyebrow

“Walkers?”, you asked

“Those things”, he clarified, “the undead”

“I call em’ fuckers”, you said with a smile, he laughed, “Don’t know, many, a lot like, I hope a hundred by now”, you said happily and proudly, he nodded

“How many people?”, he asked then

“One”, you whispered

“Why?”, he asked, he wasn’t asking randomly, he knew what questions to ask and why

“He tried to steal from me”, you said truthfully, “something I needed to survive”, he seemed to nod

“What’s in your pack is yours, but what we find from now on, we share with the group, is that cool?”, he asked, you smiled and nodded, “let’s go”, he said.

You both sneaked back into the house, it felt nice to let the decision making go to somebody else, even if that person was a kid 

You came inside the house, and arranged to search the different rooms. You had barely turned your back when Carl opened the door and a walker? came out aggressively. Carl jumped towards the door to try to close it, but the monster was already half out. You grabbed your ax from your belt and smashed the roamer’s head in. He felt limply into the room.

“Thank you”, he muttered. You barely nodded

“I think this was the only one”, you both nodded and kept searching.

You found a flashlight and batteries! you already had one, but it was always useful. You also found some toiletries, which were not a priority, but again, always useful

You searched another house nearby, this kid… was amazing, he seemed to know what he was doing, a bit hesitant, but still. 

Then, we returned to the house, and there, covering the door with a huge sofa, rested a man. He looked a bit wild, thick unruly beard and curls, he must have been on his forties or so. He looked… tough, if anything

“That’s your dad?”, you asked

“Yeah, he is Rick, Rick Grimes”, he muttered

You placed what you scavenged on the coffee table. 

“It's a nice loot”, you admired, he smiled at you

“That’s a cool ax”, he admired

“Thank you! went I first got stranded trying to leave atlante we just happened to stop by a Bass Pro Shop”, you giggled. It was one of those you could throw, with a carbon fiber black handle.

You heard steps on the porch and you raised from the seat you had taken in one of the single sofas of the house, standing on guard. Carl as well stood up, but signaled you to stay calm

“It’s MIchonne”, he mumbled, and a woman entered the house

She was a badass, you knew the second you saw her, long hair in dreadlocks, leather tight vest, and a freakin’ katana hanging from her back

But as soon as she saw you she tried to grab the handle 

“Carl!”, she called

“No!”, he said quickly, placing himself between you both

“Who’s that?”, the little discussion woke up RIck, who, when he saw you, he grabbed his big ass gun he had on his holster

“Dang it!”, you said raising your hand as he pointed the gun at you

“Dad! stop!”, said Carl, with his back turned to you 

“Who are you?”, he asked 

“(y/n)”, you said back quickly, showing him your hands

“Dad is fine”, insisted Carl, “I asked her the questions”, you smiled apologetically

“Are you alone?”, he asked severely

“Yes, I swear”, you muttered

“I haven’t encountered anyone”, muttered Michonne, seconding your words 

You looked at both Michonne and Rick

“Look, I’m alone”, you said quickly, “I have been for a while, a month or so, I’m tired I would really like some company”, you begged, “if not, please, just let me leave, you will never see me again, I swear I want no trouble, for me this is the living VS the dead, I swear”, you said hastily 

“How many walkers have you killed?”, he asked, again. 

“I’d like to think I’m reaching triple digits, but I can’t be sure”, you said in all honesty, still with your hands leveled with your head. He frowned when he looked at you, “I try to drop them all, because, one less human-eating corpse walking around, right?”, you asked, he shared looks with his son, and then nodded. Carl walked until he could see your face, he nodded at you, encouraging you

“How many people have you killed?”, he asked then. You swallowed, hard

“Intentionally? one”, you whined, “but I accidentally pushed something that fell on top of someone and…”

“Why?”, he asked

“We were trying to leave that warehouse and a door just…”

“The one”, he clarified. Your eyes filled with tears

“I was trying to leave the thick of Atlanta, and… he was with me in the safehouse when it collapsed, we ended up wanting… there was only one car and…”, you choked, you still couldn’t sleep some nights, “he had a gun on me and I had a gun on him, I fired first”, you managed to let out, “I like to tell myself that he was a bad person, he certainly sounded like, I… also like to think it was him or me, he was a bit of an asshole…”, he lowered his gun

“I’m guessing you don’t have a camp”, he said slowly, lowering his gun, you shook your head

“I sleep on a lot of roofs”, you muttered, “mainly in the daylight… there is where Carl found me, I keep moving… from house to house, and…”

“Why? Why are you alone?”, you seemed to think the answer

“I’d like to think of myself like someone who is a good people reader”, you said slowly, “I tried to join some groups, but they all collapsed pretty quickly, I… gathered things by myself and I usually scattered before things got ugly”

“Where’s your family?”, he asked, now these questions seemed random

“I was alone in the airport hoping to catch a flight home, when it hit”, you muttered, “my family is on the other side of the continent”, you admitted.

“Are those your weapons?”, you had your ax, and you had a gun which you could find a silencer for, you had been very lucky. You nodded, “are you a good shot?”, you nodded again

“Decent”, you said, “I have been able to take him out with one shot”, you said proudly. They seem to relax, “we found pudding”, you offered with a smile, “I have paracetamol”

. . .

Even if the beginning was a bit… gun-sy, you made peace with Michonne and Rick, and now you felt at a disadvantage because they knew some things about you, but you didn’t know much about them except that Carl was Rick’s son, and Michonne was not related but they knew each other pretty well.

So, as it was night as you had opened some cans of spaghetti, you gathered the courage to speak to them. 

“Carl told me about a prison…”, you started the conversation, they both looked at you with serious faces

“We had built a camp on a prison”, she said, “We were a big group, but we got attacked by another group”, Michonne said, “We all got split when the prison was overrun by walkers and the governor’s people”

“He came with a tank!”, said Carl, and you looked at him surprised

“A tank? really?”, you asked, truly surprised, “Do you have some sort of meeting point?”, you asked, and they looked at each other

“No”, said Rick

“Do you intend to find them?”, you asked

“Yes”, said Michonne

“Great”, you said hopefully, “I hope we do”, you said truthfully. They shared entertained looks 

You consider yourself to be a good people reader, and them? they seem fine to you, though as hell, but good. You felt good, safe, they knew what they were doing, as did you. 

Even though they made you sleep while they kept watch, you managed, to finally, have a good night's sleep. You could understand why they were weary of you, you did, they wouldn’t let you out of their sight, and they didn’t let you protect them at night, but still, you understood, so you did what you normally would have done, and you showed them you could be trusted, leaving your weapons around when you were in the house and trying not to eye them too much even though you were curious. 

You believed they accepted you because they could see you could handle yourself in this fucked up world. And you found yourself wanting to prove yourself to them.

The very next day, they left you on your own to keep scouting the surrounding area, Carl and Michonne left on their side, you guessed they kept testing you.

You had your pack and arms with you, and you did as you always did, you guessed if it was a trap to get rid of you, at least they didn’t rob you or killed you, but Rick had stayed in the house to rest, apparently he had a couple of very rough days and needed it.

You met with Michonne and Carl back again on your way back, you were happy, you found a first aid kit, to replenish your own, and then some, and then you found some cans of mushrooms, those were your favorites, if only you could find some mostaccioli and cream, but that was too much to ask.

You missed pasta

But when the house was in your sights, Rick came running out, signaling you to do the same, there was people in the house, you turned around and started running, being thankful you had carried all your things with you.

“What happened?”, Michonne asked as you were running away from the house

“A group of men, several, entered the house”, he told you as you ran. And you did not ask more questions, being thankful that they accepted you.

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

Mrs Barnes-Rogers Writes Masterlist

A Second Chance Is A Better Chance

Marvel AU

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader; Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega reader; Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch reader; eventual Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega witch reader x ?

Theme: A/B/O

Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?

The Fate Of A Fae

Marvel AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers

Theme: Soulmates / Monster/Fantasy AU

Summary: Natasha Romanoff is a meddling, pain in the ass Sprite, who you wrongly thought would leave you alone once you introduced her to your best friend, Darcy. News flash, she doesn’t and she won’t. Not when she thinks you’re a perfect match for two of her best friends. Could she be right? Maybe. Just don’t tell her that.

“Never tell Natasha Romanoff she was right” - Clint Barton

Sometimes Your Soul Family Is The Only Family You Need

Marvel AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers

Theme: Soulmates

Summary: 18 months ago you were a mess but with the help of your close friends you start to rebuild your life. Your soul friendships maybe chaotic but they're your family, just as you're theirs. With one of them about to have a baby, you and your misfit friends are here to visit. But will you stay? And what will the small town think of you having two soulmates and why do you keep finding yourself in the same place as a bunch of hot bikers.

"Sometimes families are assholes, sometimes your soul connections mean far more than family ever can. Sometimes your soul family is the only family you need." - Nurse Maggie

Pretty As A Picture

Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Theme: Soulmates

Summary: When Bucky fell from the train, their soulmate was told he was gone. When Steve Rogers disappeared into the ice, their soulmate was again told one her soulmates were gone. But she didn't believe it. Couldn't believe it. Committed to a mental health institute, she dies of a broken heart. That's at least what the hidden S.H.I.E.LD files say, but if that's the case than why is there a photo of her. A photo that shows her side by side two redhaired Avengers.

The Pull Of You

Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Theme: Soulmates

Summary: You meet Steve and Bucky on a Tuesday. Steve ignores the soulmate pull, Bucky can't. There's something about you that neither can shake, even when you're wearing one of Clint's tshirts and your unicorn slippers. After weeks of slipping into your bed Bucky decides he can't hold back anymore. He's telling you after the mission, whether Steve is all in or not. When you don't come back from the mission, they are both ready to burn the world down and the team have the matches to help. But is everything as it seems and have they been betrayed by someone on the inside.

Angel

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Enhanced Omega Reader x Alpha Bucky Barnes

Theme: A/B/O

Summary: It's different when you're enhanced. Everything is different, every smell, every sound, touch, feelings. The way it's different doesn't make sense unless you are enhanced. Throw in what comes with Alpha and Omega instincts, and the intensity of your presentation is even more than any other. When you find yourself in need of help you can call on the alpha you trust the most, Natasha Romanoff. You just don't expect to find your alphas at the same time. Are you really enough for them? And can you really be the Luna to the Avengers.

"To be loved, to be loved by your mate is everything." - Wanda Maximoff

Our Lost Girl, Our Babydoll Masterlist

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Reader x Alpha Bucky Barnes

Theme: A/B/O

Summary: A bookshop and a spilled coffee leads you to Clint. He leads you to Natasha, and you lead them both to your best friend Darcy. They try to introduce you to Bucky and Steve but you're full of excuses and Irish goodbyes. Until Bucky catches your scent on Natasha and he's sliding in your DM's and offering to help pack up Darcy's apartment. Steve wants to give their bookworm the world and your Irish goodbyes won't slip passed him, because his eyes never leave you. But what's giving you the lost look in your eyes?

The Feral Princess Masterlist

Marvel AU

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Theme: Soulmate AU / Medieval / Fantasy / Soulmate Marks

Summary: Bucky and Steve have known they were soulmates since they were children. Fate bringing a then sickly Steve and the future King together. War takes them apart and throws them back together over and over, in and out of each other lives, arms and beds. But something is missing and throughout, they know they are missing their third and final piece. The kingdom is now Bucky's and Steve's, the latter now a leader and no longer a sickly child. Both are war heroes, with the respect of their country and those that surround it. They are a force to be reconned with, admired and respected within the other royal houses. They could have any maiden or princess they wanted, but they don't want just anyone. They want their soulmate. They want their princess. Even if she is known as The Feral Princess.

Fancy a cuppa? My Ko-Fi.

[zombiigrll]

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☆ ON THE EDGE ⋆ CH.1 ⋆ ALWAYS ALONE ☆

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꩜ .ᐟ A/N .ᐟ ⭑ this one is a kinda short, at least compared to what the rest of the series will be, just because its an introduction to the series :3 hope you still enjoy <3 !!!

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ever since the start, you were by yourself. and by the start, you don't mean the apocalypse, you mean your life. you never really knew your parents because they were never home. there was just babysitter after babysitter, and those babysitters never really cared about you either. and when the end of the world happened, you were old enough to be home alone.

so, you were always alone.

you'd been on the road forever. you never found a home, and you weren't exactly looking for one. sure, you came across people and they had offered for you to stay, but you didn't trust anyone.

but you knew it couldn't stay like this forever.

you had decided, next time you came across a place that seemed trustworthy, you'd attempt to join. you had decided that months ago, and of course, you hadn't come across anyone or anything since. just to your luck, right?

you frequently talked to yourself. you weren't crazy, but it was to keep yourself content. and also partially in case anyone could hear.

as you were walking, you found a roamer stuck in the mud. you laughed a bit, walking so you could see its face. you could spot a gunshot wound through its neck, and its legs looked slightly puffed out, like it was soaking up the wet mud.

"oh, hello little guy!" you giggled, poking the roamer with your machete. "how're you doing?"

the roamer reached out, trying to grab at you. you made faces at it and waited to see if it'd pull itself out of the mud. but, it didn't. the mud was basically fused with its legs, it was kind of half mud half roamer.

'well, obviously not too well.' you thought, shrugging at the realization, and quickly stabbing it through the middle of its skull, putting it out of its misery.

you thought a lot when you found roamers. like, how different their lives were from yours. because you knew that their life obviously had ended from the apocalypse, but somehow for you, your life felt as if yours had started because of the apocalypse. you never felt wanted until now. you've had more people ask for your help now than before.

but that didn't really matter much to you anymore. you felt happier now than before, too.

you walked further through the forest, looking around for anyone or anything, but you couldn't find anything. the forest looked endless and you could've sworn you were in there for days now.

but then, you found a section cleared out of the forest. there was a large blanket on the ground, and boxes around it. you curiously walked over, examining the odd surroundings.

you were curious if anyone was nearby. the place looked fairly clean, so it had to be used by somebody.

"hellooo?" you called out loudly, looking around for someone. "is anyone heree?"

no response.

'well, maybe i can stay here for the night.' you thought, throwing your backpack on the ground as you sat down on the blanket.

you pulled the boxes closer to you, taking a look inside. there were comics. tons of them. you hadn't really seen any comics in months, maybe years. apparently this is where they had gone.

you started taking the comics out, trying to find one that didn't have a bookmark in it so you could read it without worrying about whoever owns it finding out you were messing with it, and there was only one.

"someone's catching up on their reading." you blew a raspberry as you started reading the book.

you got tired pretty quick. you hadn't read in ages, so you felt like you were mostly making things up from the comics pictures. you set it down next to you and laid back on the blanket, taking in the clear, starlit sky.

you loved night time, while you found that others were scared of it. roamers came out more at night, so you understood. but it was always so peaceful for you. you could count stars, make shapes out of clouds, so much. it was all so beautiful to you, despite the world being full of such horrendous things.

you could feel yourself starting to fall asleep on the blanket, and you knew you weren't in an exactly safe area, but you still let yourself fall asleep.

...

you surprisingly woke up. it was only a couple hours later from what you could tell, but you still felt well rested.

you got up and began re-assembling the area, putting the comics back in the order you found them, moving the boxes back, and straightening out the blanket as it was before.

you picked up your backpack and began putting it on as you continued to walk further into the woods.

your walk was pretty clear, too. you hadn't seen any walkers since the one that was partially made out of mud, which made it clear to you that you had to have been close to some sort of civilization.

you continued walking, and you finally made it to the road. you couldn't see the end of either side, so you decided to follow the 'right is right' saying.

you started walking, keeping an eye out for anything or anyone that could potentially hurt you, and keeping your machete in hand as you made your way across the road. the further you walked down the road, the more noises you heard. it sounded just like distant conversation, which gave you more reason to believe your suspicions were correct.

you also had heard the sound of roamers, but not a lot of them. it only sounded like two. you finally walked far enough to spot that there was in fact a community, and two roamers.

the roamers were close to the gate, but still a distance away from it as well. you got close to the roamer with your machete, but just before you could shoot it, someone else did.

you couldn't spot where, just that it was somewhere upwards. you glanced around and saw a watch tower, but you couldn't tell if anyone was inside of it. you walked further, and just barely dodged a bullet.

"jesus christ!" you yelled, crouching down and throwing your hands above your head.

you looked back up and noticed that someone was climbing down what you could assume was just a ladder. the gates flung open and you spotted an older man walking out. he was holding a pistol, had slicked back hair, and a pretty clean beard.

"who are you?" the man asked, pointing the gun toward you.

you nervously walked a bit closer standing with your hands up. "fuck, uh, my name is y/n."

he notices your fear, putting his gun down so he appears less scary. he nods before continuing. "how many walkers have you killed?"

you calmed down at the sight of his civility. "uhm, i wasn't keeping track. a lot, i guess?"

"how many people have you killed?" he asks, furrowing his brows as he speaks.

"...20?" you nervously answer, a tone of uncertainty in your voice. "maybe less, maybe more. again, i wasn't really keeping track.."

the man nods his head again, understandingly. "why?"

"i've only killed people who were threatening me. i'd never kill anyone if they didn't do something bad." you answered his final question, feeling a bit more content afterward.

he smiles at you, holstering his gun away before crossing his arms. "i'm rick grimes. welcome to alexandria."

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[virtualreader]

a moment to bond

rickgrimesxfem!reader

summary: you fail in your attempt of hiding your injury from Rick, but you soon regret not to have failed sooner.

word count: 2,1k

genre: angsty fluff (?)

warnings: blood, wounds, passionate kiss (is that even a warning?), angry Rick.

a/n: English is not my first language, so my writing may not be the best. this is also not proof read, so don't be surprised if you find any mistakes. enjoy!

two months had passed since you first crossed the gates of alexandria, and two months since the last time you’d been face-to-face with a walker. or so it was until this morning.

despite your best efforts, you could not relax; your restlessness was not something you could easily shake off. as someone who has suffered from anxiety all their life, you knew exactly what it felt like to be overrun by frightful thoughts, even though they had never felt as distressing as they felt today.

it was comforting to sleep in a real bed and to have tall walls shielding you and your group from the alarming risks of the new world, but what if becoming accustomed to this pleasant sense of security was only making you weaker? what if your people were forced to live in the outside again? the fear this potential outcome caused was too much for you to bear and your friends’ efforts to console you were unsuccessful.

that's when you chose to take matters into your own hands. your original plan was to leave the walled area, take out a few roamers for practice, and then return to Alexandria. however, destiny seemed to have different plans for you. what was initially thought to be a few walkers quickly became a dozen. a dozen walkers you were now attempting to flee from.

suddenly, a rock blocked your way and you tumbled to the ground, scraping your exposed forearm on the sharp edge of the stone you landed on.

blood poured from your freshly-cut gash, making you even more anxious than before. you clenched your teeth in pain, hoping that the dead would not hear your groans. after the walkers had disappeared from your view, you rummaged through your bag to see if you could find anything to use as a bandage. however, to your dismay, all you found was a water bottle and a spare knife.

you looked around for any other resources, but the barren landscape provided few options. as you weighed your choices, you realized that ripping off a piece of your tattered t-shirt was the only option. you gritted your teeth and reached for the hem of your shirt, slowly tearing off a piece of fabric to use as a makeshift bandage.

you then wrapped the strip of fabric tightly around the wound, wincing from the pain. you knew it wasn't an ideal solution, but it would have to do for now. you stood up, feeling a bit more stable, and looked around to see where you could go next.

as you stumbled through the dilapidated woods, your vision blurred and hazy, you couldn't help but question your decision to leave the safety of the walls.

the dizziness you felt only made things worse, and you began to wonder if Rick was right after all. perhaps you were simply too weak to survive in this harsh new world. as you trudged forward, you couldn't shake the feeling that danger lurked around every corner and that you were ill-prepared for whatever lay ahead.

despite your doubts, however, you knew that you must keep moving if you wanted to stay alive.

against all odds, you made it to the Alexandria safe zone, which definitely made you relax a bit. however, you still had to enter the walls without being seen. you also needed to take a shower and change clothes to erase any trace of the horrors that you had endured on your way to the comunity.

you didn't want anyone to find out what had happened to you. but even as you stripped off your blood-stained garments and let the warm water wash away the grime and sweat of your journey, you knew that the scars on your psyche would take much longer to heal.

you had managed satisfactorily to keep your little accident a secret throughout the day, in spite of your giddiness and the weakened you were in.

it was now dinnertime, and you realized that you hadn't spent much quality time with Rick lately. you had joined the group after the fall of the prison, and Rick was the only one you had gotten close to.

he had been distant from you for some time, and you didn't want to lose your only friend. therefore, you decided that tonight would be the perfect opportunity to try and bond with him.

you decided that you would cook for him and his children, which would give you a chance to talk and catch up on things. you thought that this would be a great way to strengthen your friendship, and you hoped that it would also help to improve your relationship with the other members of the group. after all, a strong sense of community was essential for survival in this post-apocalyptic world.

from the kitchen, one could observe Carl lounging on the living room couch. the room was quiet, except for the sound of the pages of the comic book that Carl's father had brought home on his most recent trip turning. Carl's legs were crossed over the small coffee table, and his hands were holding the comic book with great interest.

the dim evening light that illuminated the room barely allowed to distinguish Rick’s serene face as he was holding the younger grimes in his arms.

"what are you cooking tonight?" his gaze was fixed on you, studying your facial expressions as you cut a carrot.

“squirrel and roasted vegetables. I’d have used rabbit, but this is all Dary could find today.”

“it’s fine, I don’t really mind your culinary election as long as we get to spend some time together.” the now beardless man smiled at you.

“that's so cheesy of you, Grimes.” he chuckled at your comment.

he remained quiet for a moment, making you feel as if he could see right through your t-shirt's sleeve. oh, no. you suddenly remembered that you had rolled up your long sleeves so they wouldn't interfere with chopping vegetables, leaving your bandaged arm visible to Rick's worried gaze.

“is that blood?” he inquired.

you continued with your activity not even taking your eyes off the chopping board.

Rick handed the little Judith to her elder brother, instructing him to go upstairs. the tension in the kitchen became now palpable. it was like when you were a child and you got caught doing something wrong, and you knew you were going to get a lecture.

or so you thought.

“I’m fine. it’s only a scratch.”

“don’t tell me you’re fine, you’re bleeding!” he guided you to the couch Carl was previously in, making you sit down.

he disappeared for a moment and then returned with a first aid kit in his hands.

“let me see.” anger was obvious in his voice.

you did not even dare to look him in the eye. it was well known within the group that it was a big mistake to piss off the leader. Rick undid your messy and bloody bandage. you winced at the burning feeling of the air touching your wound.

“how did this happen? did someone hurt you?” he asked still examining your arm.

“NO! not at all! it was an accident. I- uh…” at this point, it was useless to lie to him. after all is said and done, he used to be a cop before all this happened. “I fell running from a few walkers this morning.”

“you what?! I believe I told you not to go outside the walls! It’s dangerous y/n, there are too many threats out there.” the anger previously visible was replaced by another emotion you couldn’t decipher.

Rick kept a white-knuckled grip on the dirty piece of fabric that was minutes ago covering your large gash, his other hand gently holding your wrist.

you hadn’t taken a moment to contemplate the magnitude of the injury until now. to say the least, it was huge. it started a few inches below your elbow and it went all over your forearm to your wrist.

“why do you even care? I’m not your child, Rick.”

“I care ‘cause you’re as much of my family as Carl and Judith are. and I don’t want to lose my family.” he spoke, his voice getting lower as he pronounced the last sentence. “why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

your frustration with Rick's recent behavior boiled over and you couldn't help but voice your annoyance.

"you've got to be kidding me," you almost whispered, incredulous. "maybe it's because you're too busy trying to impose your will on everyone else here, or maybe it's because you spend the little free time you have left admiring that hairdresser's features. but the fact remains that you haven't been there for me lately, and it's starting to feel like I'm losing my only friend in this world."

your words hung heavy in the air, and you could feel the tension between you and Rick palpably. as you looked at him, you could see the hurt in his eyes, and you almost regretted saying anything.

you sighed deeply, feeling humiliated in the face of the seriousness of the problem that had just been brought to your attention by the expression written on Rick’s face.

you began to wonder how you had let things get to this point and what you could have done differently to avoid this situation. perhaps if you had been more proactive in addressing the issue earlier, things wouldn't have come to a head like this.

"there's nothing humiliating about needing help once in a while, sweetheart,” Rick spoke softly, breaking the silence that had settled in the room. he continued to bandage your arm, his touch gentle and careful. "I'm sorry I haven't been there for you lately. but you have to understand that I'm just trying to keep everyone safe. and as for Jessie... it's not what you think. I'm just trying to move on from everything that's happened."

you nodded, feeling guilty for your outburst. "I know, Rick. I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have said that."

"It's okay," he said, finishing up with the bandage. "just promise me that you won't go out alone again. we'll go together next time, okay?"

"okay," you agreed, feeling grateful for his concern.

he put away the first aid kit, but he didn't even threaten to get up. both of you remained in your previous position, awkwardly eyeing each other. in moments like this your small bad habit made act of presence.

you could feel the stinging sensation your teeth left in your lip, making you aware that you had been biting your lip for a while. you knew it was an unhealthy habit, still, you frequently found yourself unconsciously doing it.

“if you bite your lip one more time I’m gonna do it for you.” the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed, lust present in the man’s face.

as you fixed your gaze on the charming features of the man, you couldn't help but notice the way his hair fell over his face, almost obscuring his handsome features. you observed a drop of sweat slide down his forehead. his eyes seemed to denote a sense of tiredness, reflecting how hard he works to maintain the security of the Alexandrians.

you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you were about to do. you mustered all your courage and leaned forward. you gave him a peck on the lips to test the waters. you had liked him since the very first moment you met him. the way he carried himself, with authority, which revealed his past as a police officer, drove you crazy.

you pulled back, heart racing as you waited for his reaction. for a moment everything seemed to freeze as you looked at each other, unsure of what to say or do. but then, slowly he leaned in and kissed you back, his lips soft and gentle against yours.

his big calloused hands danced against your neck, pulling you even closer. the intensity of the kiss kept escalating, each movement more passionate than the last. it was as if you were both desperate to feel each other's love, to experience the connection that only the two of you shared.

as the kiss deepened, you felt a warmth in your chest that you hadn't felt in a while. as you pulled away you couldn’t help but think how much you needed this moment of intimacy to make you feel alive. perhaps this was a sign that everything was going to be okay after all.

[0asisbliss]

yandere kurapika x reader zombie nen au

Pairing: Yan!Kurapika x fem!Reader

A/N: Thank you for requesting I might start back taking requests since I have a little bit more free time. Sorry for the wait, and any spelling errors.

TW: Use of violence. (Guns)

Kurapika was so sweet even though he was uptight, and he had his moments where he didn’t understand things. He was human. So when a virus that spread quickly through Japan, and eventually the world. He has his mind set on making sure you stay alive, and healthy. You urged him to let you leave to check on your mother and friends. He offered to do it for you, but then again you didn’t want Kurapika going out there by himself. What if he doesn’t come back? What if he comes back, and tells you bad news about your mother? Either way things could be worse.

“I just want to keep you safe, and you know that I’m not going to keep explaining myself continuously.”

“I- Kurapika wait-.”

“I’ll be back don’t go anywhere. Don’t listen to the whisperers if they try to lure you. What did I say to remember?”

“Reality is different from the dead.”

“Good.” Kurapika patted your head before leaving to go, and check on your mother.

Kurapika has you located in a cabin in a forest you’ve never been before. It was small and comfy. He made sure to get the both of you out of the city, and around people. He had friends. Two little boys, and another man. Leorio, Gon, and Killua. You seemed worried for them when you first met them. It was when the virus first panned out. You thought they would be scared, and afraid. They were actually excited to learn about the zombies, and the virus. They even listed them in categories with Kurapika. There were 4 categories.

Walkers, creepers, Crawlers, and Roamers.

Walkers are your typical zombies, they walk around day and night and over time eventually rot. Disadvantages: Their skin rots after a week, blind, overly slow. Advantages: enhanced hearing.

Creepers usually come out at night. They hide during the day to avoid rotting in the sunlight. They usually come out at night to bite, and eat any living thing that comes in their path.

Advantages: They have enhanced nerves the signal the sign of sun-burn which is why they usually hide in the day. They have amazing hiding skills

Disadvantages: They usually stay in one place, and don’t really move unless it’s night time. Blind.

Crawlers crawl on all fours. You can find them in the day, and you can find them at night.

Advantages: They are super fast. Enhanced hearing.

Disadvantages: Blind.

Roamers are zombie that used nen when they were alive. They roam the earth day and night. They still use their nen techniques, but they bend their techniques in ways that will help them eat living things and lure out the uninfected.

Advantages: Enhanced hearing and sight. Super fast at running and walking. Can use nen. Intelligent. Looks humanly. (Could be mistaken for a human)

Disadvantages: None.

These were the categories for each “zombie”. Kurapika taught you this, so you could be aware. He made these categories from research, and observations. You didn’t know why you needed to know about them though since he almost never lets you leave the cabin. Sometimes you go out and along the plantation, but that’s it. Gon, Killua, and Leorio comes over from time to time, they keep you company and for that your greatful. Maybe you can get them to talk to Kurapika? Sometimes you missed them because they don’t come over as often anymore. They send Kurapika multiple letters letting him know they’re alive, and doing well.

You got up to make dinner for Kurapika. He usually comes back home at night from hunting for food, and looking for resources. There was scratching at the windows. You’ve hearing it for hours. You assumed it was birds. There were no zombies out this far right? Kurapika told you that he encountered a zombie deer a week ago, and that we should watch what we haunt and eat.

Even if it was one of those creepy mutant animals. What were you going to do? Kurapika left multiple guns, and bullets in case you needed them when he was gone. You don’t even want to peep out the window because of how scared you were. 

Which category was the fastest again? Creepers? Walkers? All of sudden you forgot every single thing about the chart Kurapika told you to memorize. The scratching got louder and louder. You then heard the door close and slam shut.

Kurapika cam through the front door breathing heaving and there was a hint of fear in his face.

“Darling go in the bedroom and lock the door now.”

You didn’t think twice and rushed towards upstairs. You went into the master’s bedroom and locked the door behind you. You heard ringing gunshots, and heavy footsteps. You heard one final gunshot then it went eerily quiet. There were footsteps coming up the stairs, but you stayed out and quiet. You heard the door knob twist, but whoever was at the door couldn’t get in because of the lock.

“Honey, let me in yeah? It’s Kurapika. The zombies are dead.”

You got the shotgun Kurapika stored under your shared bed and loaded it.

“Kurapika? Baby?” Your voice shaky with fear.

“Yes Honey? Let me in.”

“Don’t listen to it. It’s not me. Darling!” The voice sounded familiar it was smooth, and almost soothing like Kurapika’s real voice.

“Honey. That’s one of the monsters let me in so we can leave this zombie ridden forest forever.” His was the same. It sounded just the same.

If there was one thing you knew about Kurapika he wouldn’t let you leave this place even if you asked the thing outside the door wasn’t Kurapika. This was a Roamer.

You opened the door and blasted a big one in the center of the Roamer zombie. You finally heard Kurapika come up the stairs, and he made the finishing blow with gun.

“Always shoot for the head love.” His voice was soft and loving almost like he enjoyed killing the Roamer with you.

“Yeah, my bad.” You scratched behind your neck trying to hide your embarrassment.

“It’s okay darling. I’ll clean this up and you go finish dinner yeah?”

And even after all this you smiled thankful to still be alive.

[skyscratch-wc]

Roamers

Roamers wander beyond the shire territories, searching for resources or simply scouting so that the shires can learn more about the world they inhabit. They also go throughout the territory, replenishing the artisans' and physicians' supplies.

Roamers are some of the most knowledgeable cats when it comes to those living beyond shire territories. They are familiar with multiple cat dialects (some can even speak dog, fox, etc.) and generally have friends and connections beyond the shires. They use these connections to develop alliances or trade relationships with outsider groups. This is how the shires get their paws on cloth, a very valuable material for artisans and physicians (used for blankets, bandages, etc).

Roamers spend a large amount of their time traveling, often times being gone for weeks. Because of this, they tend not to take mates or to only mate within their rank. It is also not unheard of for roamers to take outsider mates (this is actually quite common, but it is an unspoken rule within the roamers to not bring this up as much back home, since it is sometimes received poorly by shire leadership). If an outsider or outsider kittens join a shire, it is very likely they are the mate and/or kits of a roamer.

[axvwriter]

World Roamers works

Works related to characters that aren't restricted to one world should have the tag #World Roamers

Characters

Amy/Viperiss, Kamet, Port Scubbles

Moon Sisters

Writings

Nothing yet! (Though technically there is some old stuff involving Amy and pals from 2016, but I'm rather not go digging for each and every relevant old post.)

[wyrmoftheweb]

a world in which dragons and humans have a similar symbiotic relationship that those tarantulas and frogs do. humans are little and fierce enough to kill off small predators and move dragons' tiny eggs around without hurting them (a dragon's main defenses are dangerous to enact near their young unless you want scrambled eggs) and dragons are big and scary enough to frighten off the other mythical creatures that frequently threaten human settlements without their presence.

depending on their size and prolificity with regards to offspring, a stationary dragon may cohabitate with anywhere from a single human companion to an entire village. roaming species that are large enough might carry their humans' dwellings on their back as they fly, whereas roamers that are too small for this will either travel with their humans on foot or entrust them with caring for the eggs unsupervised, laying defensive traps and territorial marks to protect the humans and eggs from large predators in their absence.

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Part 17

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader

Theme: A/B/O / True Mates

Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?

Series Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters

Chapter Summary: Where are you? What's going on? And goddess that beta's shoulders are broad.

Chapter Warning: Mentions of witchcraft, past trauma.

“Y/N!!! Y/N!! God damn it, it’s set to not let anyone through.”

“Shall I take the car? Fetch Storm.”

“No. She’s worried enough as it and she’s on bed rest, I don’t need her and Jean fighting again.”

Where were you and whose were those voices?

“Can I do anything?”

“I think you’ve done enough Rogers.”

“Hey, come on man. It’s not his fault he didn’t know she was scared of alphas. None of us did.”

“You really think that’s the issue here Wilson? She took down Agatha and plenty before that. You didn’t tell them?”

“When you’ve done with your alpha posturing, I see movement.”

“Y/N.”

You blinked slowly and took in your surroundings. Your body felt tense and stiff, and your head hurt liked you’d whacked it against something hard. You tried to stretch as much as your body would allow.

“Y/N. Come on Y/N. I’m gonna need you to let me in, otherwise Scott’s got to fetch Storm and you know she’s on bed rest.”

Storm. Bed rest. Logan?

“Bubs, put it down or at least let me in you pain in the ass.”

Definitely Logan.

You opened a small slit in the shield allowing him to step through. Scott went to follow but you were quick to close it, resulting in smirks from Sam and Bucky. Steve’s clenched his fists, anger and disappointment running through him as you let in Logan and not him.

You tried to push yourself up and found the room starting to spin. Logan came to your side quickly, kneeling on the floor as you started to right yourself.

“Easy bubs. Looks like your head took a whack.”

“I think I passed out.”

“Yeah, well you remember when Jean and Fiona said to take it easy with your powers for the next few weeks? You just threw a 6ft 6, two hundred and forty pound alpha out the door and put up a shield, which is still up by the way. That’s not taking it easy.”

You looked up at Logan with tear feared eyes.

“He’s mine Logan, that alpha that came in here, it’s Steve Rogers isn’t it? He’s my second chance.” You told him, with a wobbly voice.

“I know, I know.” He replied slipping an arm around you. “Let’s get you up and get that head looked at.”

Logan helped you to your feet and guided you to a stool at the kitchen island. He felt your head and asked you to follow his finger, telling you it was likely you had a slight concussion.

“I’m guessing you have what you need to help the headache you’re about to get.”

“I’ll be fine.” You replied, looking down at the floor. He sat himself down next to you and looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“You gonna tell me what happened?”

“How did you know? How did you know to come?”

“Storm knew something was wrong. Jean too. Then Rogers called.”

“Is he mad? Is he angry?”

“No, he’s worried. He thought he’d frightened you. That he’d scared you somehow.”

“I’m not scared of him.”

“Well, there’s a definite whiff of fear. You wanna explain that?”

“I’m not scared of him.” You replied quietly, “I’m scared of what’ll happen. He won’t want me Logan, nobody ever does.”

“You know you’re one of the brightest witches I know. Strong. Powerful. And you’ve done the work, learnt the history, all of that. But sometimes bubs you really are as dumb as shit.”

“What?” You asked shocked and a little offended.

“You miss do not trust the fates. They’ve put you two together for a reason.”

“But.”

“But nothing. Don’t be an asshole. Talk to him, and don’t run off, and don’t call Castle or Russo to come get you either.”

You huffed and let out a small growl. You weren’t sure who you were more annoyed at. Rogers for strolling in, Logan for turning up and giving you his unwanted opinion and having you figured out or yourself. Your omega shuffled around in the back of your mind, nervous and unsure but also wanting a glance at the alpha outside.

“Get some rest. Eat something, and by something I mean something that isn’t crap or junk, and maybe take a wander outside, say hello.”

“Logan.”

“Yeah, I know, go home. Do you want Scott to stay with you?”

You snorted with laughter and winced when your head hurt.

“Rest and I’ll check in later, and answer your damn phone when I call. You’ll need regular checks ins with that bump and it’s either answer the phone or let them in.” He told you as he rose from his seat beside you, giving your shoulder a soft squeeze as he left. Logan knew you could easily rid yourself of that concussion and he probably had no need to check on you but he wanted to make really clear he would be regardless. You watched him leave and used your powers to close the door behind him and locked it.

You heard Logan tell your alpha, and whoever was with him, that you were fine but he’d be checking in as you’d knocked your head a little. Logan seemed to play down your whack to the head, explaining you could take care of yourself and you guessed it was so they’d leave you alone.

Steve, however, had no intention of leaving you alone. He wasn’t about to let his second chance slip through his fingers. So he paced back and forth against the edge of your shield, huffing as he went. When you ignored him, he paced some more. Bucky went to check on the pack and update them on what was happening, Sam staying to make sure Steve didn’t do anything stupid. Steve’s pacing continued for the next few hours.

As your alpha paced you rummaged around in your bag and after taking the best remedies for your bumped head, you pulled out a blanket and tried to settle yourself on the Stark’s very expensive looking couch. Used to awful hotel mattresses, your car and Frank’s bed, you struggled to get comfortable. After half and hour of fidgeting on what felt like a marshmallow, you slipped down onto the floor with one of the fancy cushions instead and drifted off to sleep.

You woke a few hours later to a voice and rustling outside.

“She’ll need her things.”

“I know that punk. That’s why I’m saying you should back up and give her some space.”

You pulled yourself up from the floor and made your way over to the kitchen window. The window was half covered by a net that stopped just below your eye level and you peaked over the top, ready to duck away at any moment. Your alpha was still there. He was still pacing and he seemed distressed. Your omega trotted to the front your consciousness and the white wolf in you pushed her back. Don’t start.

Your eyes scanned outside for the owners of the other voices, finding another alpha and a beta. The beta was talking to the alpha and you could tell the three of them were pack brothers. You eyed the beta and your omega pushed again. Don’t.

“Look you want her to feel settled here right? Then she needs her things, if she at least unpacks that’s a good sign. Back up. Sam and I will grab a couple of her bags place them by the shield, so she can get them, and you can stay over there.”

“I want to talk to her.”

“Well she’s not ready to talk to you.”

You watched as Steve huffed and walked down the path, putting himself at the other side of the white picket fence. When you glanced back the beta was side eying you and then began to to turn towards you. You wanted to tuck away, you really did, but as his steel blue grey eyes met yours you realised you couldn’t. He blushed and smiled at you. Did you make him blush? He dipped his head and went towards the back of your car. Your eyes followed him. Wow his shoulders were broad especially for a beta. Even the white wolf in you was intrigued, flicking her tail in interest. Don’t even think about it.

You watched as he looked into your car, telling the alpha not to route through too much. He pulled out the bag that held your clean clothes, another smaller one that held your toiletries and a box from the backseat that had a selection of food including the treats from Violet. You watched as the beta’s nose crinkled as he tried to decide what you needed. Could he smell what was clean and what wasn’t? You couldn’t help but notice how his shoulders flexed and that one of his arms was made of metal. So this must be Barnes, you thought to yourself.

They placed your things next to the shield and took a few steps back, allowing you to fetch them by hand if you wanted to without being crowded. You had no intention though of leaving the cottage. You took a step towards the door, positioning yourself so they couldn’t see you, and unlocked it with your powers and opening it slowly. You lifted the bags through the shield and they floated up the path and through the door. You placed them down in the kitchen close to where you were standing and shut the door.

That was rude your omega bustled in the back of your mind and you felt her sulk and turn her back on you.

Fine. You opened the door using your hand this time and opened it a small amount. Discovering the beta and alpha had turned away, they turned back towards you quickly.

“Thank you.” You said through the gap in the door.

“You’re welcome.” The alpha said first. You guessed from what you knew of the pack that this was Sam Wilson, a former lieutenant. His next words told you that you were right. “I’m Sam, Sam Wilson. This broody beta to my right is Bucky.”

“I know.” You replied glancing between them. When your eyes glanced over at Bucky you found his eyes scanning you and his chest raising as he took deep breaths, your eyes met and you were sure he stopped breathing and that you might have too. Your omega rolled to the front your mind liking a puppy and the white wolf in you flickered her tail, was she smirking? The witch in you snapped forward and pulled your gaze from Bucky and to Sam.

“What coven are your family part of Lieutenant?”

“Damn you’re good.” He replied a smirk on his face. “I feel like you’re asking me but you already know.”

You smirked back.

“Louisiana? The coven in Delacroix?”

“You say it like a question when you know that it’s the answer.”

“Well, I’m not exactly firing on all cylinders right now.”

“Yeah, well I’m guessing that’ll happen taking down someone like Agatha Harkness.”

There was a rumble and your eyes snapped towards Bucky as fought to keep a growl in. You stood up straight and kept your eyes on him.

“Don’t mention that witch around her.” He snapped.

You held up a hand to Bucky to stop him.

“It’s fine. I have no issue with her being mentioned.”

“She nearly killed you.”

“But she didn’t, and she would have struggled to finish me off like I did her.”

You heard a click as the gate opened and turned to see your alpha take a slow unsure step into the garden. Your eyes met and you felt your omega stir some more, you felt sure she’d be asking for belly rubs if you shifted and you felt glad you had control over her at least for now.

“Everything ok?” Steve asked, glancing between you and Bucky.

“For goddess sake punk, I told you to wait over there.”

“I just wanted to check…” Steve was stopped mid sentence by the clicking of the door. The three of them turned to see you’d slipped away.

They didn’t see you again for three days.

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[kafus]

you guys are not gonna believe what i just beat red with LMFAO. set mode + no items in battle (held items ok) + i am like 30 levels underleveled on all of my guys. partially for my own amusement and pride, partially to spite people who talk about how much you "have to" grind in johto games

it took a few attempts since my strategy relies on some decent luck to happen but there's a few ways it could go and i could succeed! and it really didn't take that long!! explanation below the cut for anyone who wants to nerd about this with me

red leads with his pikachu, i lead with meganium. EQ isn't quite a one shot and i have to reset if he lands charm on me, but sometimes he chooses thunder and sometimes charm misses so it's not that bad. i just spam EQ and let him waste his full restores until pikachu goes down

next he sends out venusaur, and i set up light screen and then spam body slam until it paralyzes, which happens most of the time since i resist all his grass moves + am behind a light screen and i get a lot of chances for that 30% paralysis as a result

i let meganium go down for the clean swap into houndoom, who is able to take the venusaur out with one flamethrower after meganium chipped it a bunch (she outspeeds because the venusaur is paralyzed!!)

he sends out his blastoise next, depending on the state of light screen, sunny day from his venusaur, etc, i choose to go into politoed to resist surf or snorlax who can weather hits in general and stall the blastoise out. in my winning attempt i went to politoed, and land a hypnosis after missing it once, so now politoed is low

this is the one part that's particularly RNG heavy - i swap into magneton and use thunder twice for the KO. this requires blastoise to stay asleep long enough for thunder's shitty accuracy to actually land twice. i do have a quick claw which boosts the odds of it going well just a little bit. in this case it works out

red sends out espeon so i swap into houndoom, hopefully on a baited psychic but unfortunately he goes for reflect instead. my houndoom just barely misses out on the 2 shot and goes down to some swifts even from full HP smh. so i have to send out my snorlax who can take one psychic and take espeon's last remaining bits of HP with a body slam

now for the fun part. red sends out his snorlax. who for some reason only has normal attacking moves, snore and body slam. so i send out the gengar i trained up for catching the roamers (technically he is literally the only pokemon i ever grinded levels on in my entire playthrough because i decided i wanted him last minute and had already fought every trainer in the game, but it wasn't that bad + he's nearly 40 levels under red's team still lmfao) and well. since snorlax took a ton of unexpected damage from psychic, i first do some very careful slow ass switching to get him back to full HP... with leftovers recovery. and then once that's done i use curse with gengar

in a perfect world, i use hypnosis after curse, it lands, and his snorlax just stays asleep through all the curse damage, but unfortunately he wakes up and uses rest - this puts him in a cycle where if i'm just sitting there with gengar, he'll never die from curse damage since he rests on the turn he would faint from the damage and wakes up and uses rest again in a loop like that. SO to get him to faint from curse without having to literally PP stall him, on his second turn of rest i swap into politoed who is on low HP (this is safe because he's never going to choose a normal type attack against gengar), which baits body slam on his wake-up turn instead of using rest again, and then swap into gengar immediately to be immune to the body slam. gengar outspeeds and uses psychic to take out the singular HP point remaining

and at last all that's left is his charizard. i let gengar go down and swap into snorlax who's now at full HP again and use toxic, and now it's just a matter of a very iffy toxic stall. magneton and politoed being alive in the back means i can swap to them as sacrifices if i need a little more leftovers recovery, and in the end charizard goes down to toxic damage after rest + sleep talking him (in gen 2, if rest is called by sleep talk, even though the user is already asleep, they use rest again which resets the sleep counter and heals them again so yeah)

i'm unreasonably proud of this bullshit LMAO fuck level grinding man this is way more entertaining

[sol-consort]

How's Cyberpunk 2077 holding up for you choom?

Blue hair, pronouns, and getting hate crimed at the border. Life truly couldn't get better than this

Also I fucking adore him

Also do you see this man right here? I'll rip the galaxies to shreds, flood the deserts, and boil the seas if even a single hair on his cute head is touched.

At first I was like oh my god he trying to hit, but no! He introduced me to his mom and holy shit he's like a brother from another mother but this another mother became my sorta mother and she looked so proud when I finally moved out god.

I picked a nomad, trying to do a stealth/sniper build. So far, playing V as an assassin who can't lie to save their ass, ironically. Very autistic, brutally honest, but also sweetly genuine. Picked every single reflex option that's ever popped up.

In that history pamphlet, they said nomads came from farmers who became roamers after the destruction of their farms.

And while their descendents don't know shit about farming, the way they're raised certainly embodied a lot of the traits of people who are taught to value family, integrity,and hard work. So V is less of a cool badass assassin and more of a beaten down truck, rusty barrel, and very out of touch with the city people kinda deal. Lowkey inspired by TF2 sniper?

And blue hair because... yes. It was that or the pink one. I wanted to go all natural brown since that's a common trend in characters I maken, but I decided nah last second. It's a cyberpunk world! So i cyberpunked all over the place.

I almost picked the 4 pupils' eyes. Those were so cool. Wanted to do like a "two-headed calf that wasn't properly put down " type of theme with them.

But the blue hair is just ??? so vivid and beautiful?? I genuinely stare at it in awe ingame. I love it so much. The gold because I love gold accent, and it meshes well with the blue. The black eyelashes because I wanted them to lowkey look like tendrils sprouting from the pitch black sclera eyes.

It runs well on the steamdeck, 30fps tho, which i don't care much about. I spent some time adjusting the trackpad into a semi-functioning mouse since aiming with the joystick was hard.

Oh and I started on hard difficulty because, yes. Leveling Cool and Reflex so far to have that tasty golden crit ratio.

You know, watching the anime first actually helped a ton into comprehending the world building. I wouldn't have the slightest clue who Arasaka were, or just what a lot of phrases meant. Like I don't feel lost or overwhelmed by the world at all because I understand the stakes! I recognise names and places even. I understand tech-heavy lingo even.

I enjoy the writing and dialogue, I'm still getting used to the quick time conversation options, which I usually hate but for some reason don't seem to mind much in this game.

It's really immersive and the quick time options help sell that real world feeling. I might even disable a lot of the HUD and tags just to enhance the experience.

[aridridge]

log line: when copperdale daycare owner lil frazier's husband, chris, passed shortly before the birth of their youngest twins (conceived not long after lil and chris had a set of triplets), lil started renovating and renting out the spare rooms in her giant cottage to help support her six kids, including rowdy teen reese.

lil frazier — family-oriented, generous, green thumb, warm-hearted, cheerful

reese frazier — music lover, party animal, daredevil, kleptomaniac

jay frazier — spoiled, imaginative, shy, clingy

kit frazier — plucky, charmer, wild, doodler

leo frazier — wild, bouncy, roamer, melodic

flick frazier — snuggly, wiggly

finn frazier — snuggly, calm

uhhh yeah idk what to say! i started playing this family for fun but then god really attached to them and decided to post them :) i won't clog up this intro post with too many extra details but i hope to convey more of their depth as characters as i go on to post them! i'll probably change the world they're living in pretty soon when i shift save files but for now they're here!

[gleefultogo]

Bro at this point just make them Anthropomorphic, it was be less weird. seeing feral animals give each other head. Because, whooo boy it's not for the faint of heart people :/ and it gets worse "they evolved that way" that's such a stupid explanation and just doesn't make sense. It made me think back in asmundr days, right? looking back and comparing it to Home and the aedra world. I'm pretty certain that the asmundr gang including roamer would not have the body structure like dogs on aedra do. they are from earth and acted very dog/canine like. so I just doubt they would easily be evolved into how aedra anatomy or whatever bullshit lore he has about the felines and canines.Evolution takes a very long time