#quarters of the undead snippets

[dixons-sunshine]

The Hawkins woman could barely breathe. There, in front of her, lay the lifeless, mutilated body of Abraham Ford. Her friend. Her family. And trapezing around his body, Negan laughed about it like it was some joke. Like taking the life of a man was comparable to laughing with his buddies over a beer and a football game. He was taunting Rosita about killing the man she cared for deeply, like he’d merely just pulled some elaborate prank and she was overreacting. How could anyone be so cruel? So ruthless?

Her chocolate-like eyes slowly and hesitantly trailed over to her left, meeting those beautiful blue ones of her partner. Through the tears, she could see this look of pure anger, of pure hatred. It’s a look she’d only ever seen once before. And some part of her knew something was going to happen. She had that feeling deep in her gut.

She just wished she had acted on that feeling. She could have attempted to stop the next series of events from happening.

But it was too late.

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[dixonsdarkelf]

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!”

Vec’s legs moved at their own will, carrying her down the hall at a speed she would never be able to achieve on her own. The sound of her boots pounding the pavement echoed off the walls of West Georgia Correctional as she navigated her way toward Cell Block C, frantically trying to find the woman she called “Gin.” And as luck would have it, all she needed to do was round one more corner.

Georgie was returning to her cell, likely from the bathroom, given the towel in her hand. Vec didn’t know, and quite frankly, she didn’t care. This was no time to be asking questions.

The Hawkins woman picked her head up at the sound, half-expecting to see a group running in her direction with how loud it was. As her gaze met her best friend’s, her smile quickly faded, the look on her face conveying that whatever she was rushing to Georgie for was urgent. She wouldn’t have to wonder for long; though, as Vec’s words were flying off her tongue before Georgie could think to open her mouth.

“Gin, you need to come with me right now,” she demanded, panting through her words as she brought herself to a stop outside the cell. At the speed she’d been traveling, even Vec was surprised at her ability to slow herself to a stop without crashing.

Georgie nodded, already beginning to make her way inside her cell. “Of course. Give me just a minute to—“

Before she could finish with “put this towel down,” she was cut off, both by Vec grabbing her arm, ready to drag her away, and by her words. “Oh that’s funny. You think this can wait.” She began to pull Georgie behind her, the towel that was previously in her arms falling to the dirty concrete floor with a soft thud. “C’mon.”

She knew she was being more persistent than usual, but the circumstances called for it. There was no time to waste.

“Dia, slow down. What is going on?” Georgie pleaded, her bestie dragging her down hallway after hallway.

“We have a problem,” Vec explained. Her tone was desperate, almost panicked. Maybe cusping on the edge of frightened, but Georgie couldn’t be sure. The sound of their feet nearly drowned out their conversation.

“I figured as much,” Georgie replied, “what kind of problem?”

She ended their conversation with two simple words. “You’ll see.”

Pulling the teacher out into the afternoon Georgia heat, Vec directed her attention toward the front gate. They’d barely gotten outside before she started rattling off instructions. “Look.”

She took a moment to gain her footing as Vec released her, balancing against the railing in front of them. Shielding her eyes from the sun, Georgie peered out into the field before them. From their spot against the building, she saw Rick returning from his afternoon run. And he wasn’t alone. “Okay…so Rick’s got—“

“No, Gin,” the doctor interjected, crossing her arms over her chest, “I need you to really look.”

With a sigh, she squinted in an attempt to get a better look at them. After a few seconds, their familiar features became more clear, sending Georgie’s heart plummeting into her already-churning stomach. Now, she understood why this was so urgent. Why her best friend was moving faster than an Olympic sprinter through the prison to find her.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

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WIP Weekend

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Mermay is now in full swing, and I published the 90's waterpark paired fics! The steddie hurt/comfort and munver documentary are coming next week.

🐶 B.A.D. D.O.G. (sequel to the college AU puppy play Stomeddie/Stommie fic) is still getting there! I keep wanting to add additional things to this and complete the emotional story arc that was set up. Alas, the porn has plot now.

🏴‍☠️ Eddierotica: "Eddie writes the world's worst erotica about characters who are just poorly disguised versions of himself and Steve. They're not dating." continues! Now with 200% more pirates than this time last week.

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"That fucking idiot backpacker with the sports car came in again," Eddie ranted as he slammed the door closed. "I don't know how many times I’ve told him his car isn't built for off-roading, he keeps blaming us when it breaks down. I can’t bear-proof your Lamborghini dude!" Steve swallowed hard as Eddie stripped out of his coveralls. He wanted to hold him down and lick the sweat from his body. Or edge him for an entire hour and make him forget how to speak. Or...or maybe Eddie could be the one tying him up. Steve’s brain offered up the idea of Eddie handcuffing his hands to his headboard with that stupid novelty belt he liked to wear to gigs and watch him bounce on a dildo. Maybe if he was really good Eddie would— But what if the newest stories in the notebook weren’t about him anymore, and suddenly Eddie was writing about sucking off someone named ‘Angus’ or ‘Jarnathan’? He should definitely read the whole thing. You know, for safety reasons. And research. (And okay, maybe because his dick was already half hard from staring at Eddie’s grease-covered hands, and he wanted to find out what happened to the vampyre.) After he was sure Eddie was snoring away across the hallway, Steve made himself comfy under the covers, holding his phone's flashlight with his mouth so he could stroke his dick and play with his nipples at the same time. He quickly found the place where Robin had given up and dove back in: The King’s other hand dipped even lower to tease and tickle at his pink flower, still yet unfurled despite the heat thrumming through Edward’s veins. Perhaps if the king went gently, the two of them might join in unholy passion later that night. But the undead mouth currently swallowing his cock burned with the heat of hellfire itself. Edward was helpless to resist its siren call that was also demonic! “Mmmm mpmpph. Mmmmph mm mmph mmm muh mmph muh mmmph, mmmm. Muh mmmph mmm mm. Mmm muh mmmpph mmmmm,” the vampyre king moaned around Edward’s cock, meaning: “Come for me now!” And come for Stefan Edward did. His coin purse tightened in the vampyre king’s grasp and then pushed through their pennies and nickels and dimes out of Edward’s cock and into Stefan’s waiting throat. There were even some quarters in there for the vampyre king to sustain himself with. Truly it was an impressive load of semen.

[codenamesazanka]

HAPPY BDAYYY if spinner was in the fantasy au, what would he be?

I actually make a poll once asking just this question. Here is the result:

Personally, I had picked Bar Maiden. But the people have spoken. So I would combine the two together and say he was a sad, poor Bar Maiden who dreamed of adventure and so one day he just up and left to go become a Knight. Which is basically what happened in canon!

(Ohhh i actually have this Spinaraki Fantasy AU fanfic in my drafts. Have a snippet:

working title: ten moments with the tenth prince of the kingdom of darkness

1.

The sword— its blade gleaming in the moonlight; the hilt smoothly curved, made of a dark wood inlaid with silver; top half of the grip strangely wrapped with a strip of red silk— the sword was beautiful. 

Shuuichi focused on that beauty, tried putting all his attention on admiration, because then he could ignore the puddle of blood he was kneeling in. It was still warm, stewing with chunks of flesh not yet dissolved, belonging to someone who moments earlier tried to kill him. 

His life was still in danger, and the sword might be the thing that would ultimately kill him, but at least it was the magnificent sword of a prince.

“There’s nothing I can offer you,” Shuuichi said. He wasn’t anything, he was a nobody. A drudge, a window cleaner barely allowed to step foot into the palace. A beastman that wasn’t ferocious or strong or deft, just a lizard with a nearly useless bloodline ability. “Nothing I can give or do.” 

In the brief quiet that followed, Shuuichi realized too late that he forgot to use honorifics. The Prince, however, didn’t seem to notice or care. 

“Answer the question,” the Prince said. “I wasn’t asking if you had anything to offer. I’m asking if you want to serve me.” He tapped the tip of the sword on the ground, the sharp sound sending a shiver throughout Shuuichi’s being. “As a vassal.” Another tap. “A retainer.” Another tap. “My retainer.” 

It was more than presumptuous for Shuuichi to even think about who he’d choose to serve under, but in all honesty, to any other royal heir, he would’ve sworn his loyalty immediately. The Sixth Prince was the Necromancer General, working closely with the Grand Chancellor, in charge of the Demon Lord’s First Legion, the battalions of the undead. The Ninth Prince, who could control the skies, was currently conquering the southern islands. If Shuuichi could’ve, he would chosen to serve the legendary Fourth Prince, unmatched with his blade, dying standing up when taking on an Eastern army but not before he decimated half of it.

All the Princes and Princesses—they were said to have the extraordinary potential to become the next Demon Lord. Each was already slowly shaping the world, twisting reality at will, ready to wrestle fate into their liking. 

The Tenth Prince, however… People say that Tenth Prince Tomura was the favored one out of all of the Demon Lord’s heirs, the only one to be granted the royal name, to receive the services of the Great Steward and Keeper of Gates. Rumor was, Prince Tomura was actually the Demon Lord’s blood and flesh son… and that was the only reason he was one of the Princes of the realm. The title was for show; his name and status given to prevent him from throwing a tantrum. Prince Tomura had the touch of death and destruction, which was powerful indeed, but he lacked anything else that makes one princely. Childish and lazy and undignified, he might not be completely sane. Shuuichi could confirm. He has seen the Tenth Prince scratch his neck bloody; seen that the Prince kept and talked to severed hands; seen the Prince’s quarters, which was not much cleaner than a landfill. 

Did Shuuichi want to pledge his life away to this man? Follow Prince Tomura as he goes aimlessly towards an inevitable dead-end? He wanted Shuuichi, and that seemed reason enough to not accept. 

But you have absolutely nothing to lose, his heart whispered. Why not do something, anything with your waste of a life? 

Shuuichi said yes.

The Prince grinned. He held out the sword. “Kiss the blade, then, and swear it.” A tradition of fealty, deference to power, acknowledgement of the Prince’s hold on his life, love for his new master, unafraid of the dangers up ahead and willing to die for the Prince. Shuuichi knew the words, having heard stories, seen people try to copy it. Now, somehow, it was his turn.

Shuuichi kissed the blade, and could feel the silver of metal edge against his scales, a soft scraping feeling that made him shiver, and made his oath.

"My life, my powers, my heart and body - all that I am is yours."

2. 

“My prince!” Jin exclaimed, his salute to the Prince turning into a flourish of the arm, nearly hitting Shuuichi in the face. “Doesn’t Shuuichi look good? It doesn’t suit him at all!” 

The Prince lounges on a sofa, in his hand a glass of wine, the very picture of decadence. “What’s with the vest?” He pointed. “The blue dots?” 

“Mix-up at the tailors!” Jin said. “Was gonna go get the right one, but Shuuichi said no.” 

“I like the color blue.” Shuuichi said. He didn’t see anything wrong with the vest; it was already fancier than anything he had ever worn. Everything else was exactly what he had been given to wear - the uniform of black and silver, the light armor, the heavy boots, the red cape embroidered with the royal crest and the Prince’s own sigil. 

“It’s not standard livery.” Lord Kurogiri said. 

“It’s fine,” the Prince said. “Jin already has his helmet.” 

“I must keep covered,” Jin told Shuuichi, for all the sense it made. The metal helmet obscured his entire face and caused everything he said to carry a slight echo. 

The Prince’s first retainer was the reason Shuuichi even became noticeable enough to catch someone’s attention in the first place. One day Jin greeted him, then yelled at him for missing a spot that wasn’t there on the window Shuuichi was wiping. After that, Jin just kept talking at Shuuichi, chattering about his (un)favorite types of alcohol and tobacco; the (dis)comfort of having his underwear bunch up in his new livery; the birds he had (not) seen that day. 

For a while, Shuuichi never responded with more than a few respectful words. He wasn’t interested in whatever game Jin wanted to play, and he wasn’t dumb enough to think the man wanted to be friends without some expectation Shuuichi could not afford to meet. But despite the way he talked, Jin seemed so genuine. The moment he did start to reply, of course, was when someone assumed he could be kidnapped for information.

Jin had been a soldier in the Second Legion. He had an accident with his doubling magic and it drove him insane. Almost tossed out of the army, Jin was saved when Prince Tomura took him into his service.

The other royal heirs had dozens of retainers. The Eighth Prince commanded his own small army. Prince Tomura now had just two to serve him. 

[bosspigeon]

the past upon a funeral pyre

A backstory snippet for my Tav, Pyre. Warnings: references to past slavery/abuse, survival sex work, and misgendering

When he breathes the air on the western coast of the Sea of Fallen Stars for the first time, he almost weeps. So far from Thay, the skies are clearer, brighter blue. There is so much sky beyond the rocky cliffs and cruel stone walls and bleak darkness.

By now, his master’s grand manor must be nothing but smoldering embers and unnatural corpses finally given rest. When the master died, so did every last undead servant that staffed the wretched place, collapsed over whatever task they tended when the magic animating them fizzled out. He left behind a mausoleum, fled under cover of night, with as many valuables as he could conceivably carry to pay his way to Aglarond.

It was not an easy journey. His master had him trained in all manner of art and conversation, fine literature and the other myriad entertainments befitting the highest class of concubine, but none of those arts included the means to survive on his own. He could only guess which of the things he grabbed in his blind panic were actually of worth. The intricacies of economics are not terribly important to the work of a disgustingly wealthy man’s personal whore, and so he never learned them. He didn’t have much trouble, at least, when he was handing over fist-sized jewels for something more discreet to wear than the skimpy finery his master preferred for him. The merchant was left gawking at the pile of fine silk and gold ornaments he left behind. His new clothing is roughspun, dull, and poorly fitted, but he does not stand out beneath the drab grey hood, which is exactly what he wanted.

There are no doubt enough riches left behind in the smoking ruin of that cage to fill a dragon’s hoard and then some, and he takes a grim satisfaction in knowing that most of them likely burned to nothing the same as the body of the man who kept him prisoner.

By the time he made it to Aglarond, his bag was significantly lighter. It was a long trek, and he traded cut jewels and mithril chains, candlesticks and gilded mirrors for food, transport, and reasonably safe sleeping accommodations. It was uncertain going for one who had never set foot beyond the walls of a grand manor house populated by milky-eyed corpses drenched in perfumed oils to hide the smell of decay and puppeteered by the will of a madman. He left behind a life of miserable luxury, and the reality of freedom is cold nights and blistered feet and hunger pangs, but he knows that a gilded cage is still a cage, and he would sleep on cold stone floors and bleed through his ill-fitting boots for a hundred years more before he would return to the life he left behind.

When he reaches the end of his stock of stolen riches, he drops the last of his coins into the greedy palm of a sunburnt youth who tells him the comings and goings of the ships in Aglarond’s harbor, and points him towards a privateering vessel bound for Westgate in the morning.

He buys his way aboard the ship with a bottle of wine and the only skill he was taught that has any use beyond the high-echelon backbiting and peacocking of the archmages of Thay.

He hasn't told the captain his name, but then again, the captain has not asked. He's called him all manner of pet names, crude "compliments" babbled in the throes of pleasure, but never so much as bothered to ask his proper name–the one drawn in delicate script over the surface of the bottle sitting in his quarters, the one sealed with a painted succubus kiss.

A few weeks confined to the captain’s quarters tending to the man’s carnal desires is a paltry nothing compared to a century of miserable servitude, and it passes with a sort of hollow dullness. He spends much of the time lying on his back, staring numbly through a porthole at the endless sea and sky, the animal grunting and curses and tedious filth fading away under the sound of the crashing waves, the calls of the gulls wheeling by, and the siren song of a new life beyond the horizon.

"You could stay, pretty devil," the captain purrs over his shoulder. He draws his cloak more tightly around him, shuddering at the man's slimy tone, heavy with innuendo. "The ship's never had such luck on such a long voyage. I lost no men, we weathered no storms. You've been a blessing from the gods, my lovely."

He feels the captain crowding closer behind him, but he keeps his gaze resolutely on the docks, close enough now that the crew on the deck below are calling back and forth to one another, the vessel shudders and bobs beneath his bare feet as the anchors are dropped, as the sails are hauled in.

My lovely.

His lip curls as he feels the captain's breath against his cheek, hot and moist and making the golden trinkets in his ear sway and tinkle against one another. It smells of bitter liquor and salted fish. In his mind's eye, the man over his shoulder is dark-haired, elven, only just showing the signs of his seventh century in the creases on his dour face and grey at his temples, not a stocky human man marked by scars and weathered by years at sea.

His eyes do not leave the dock, closer now, the ship smoothly gliding to a stop. Just a bit closer, and the crew will lower the gangplank, and he will finally be free.

He thinks of his wings, left mounted over the grand fireplace in his master's study, a testament to his first and last flight, his first and last attempt to escape while his master still breathed. He wishes more than ever he could fly now, when freedom, true freedom, is so close he can taste it on the balmy saltwater breeze.

His wings are likely one of the few things that will have survived the fire that consumed what was his grand and gilded prison for nearly a hundred years.

"I never got your name," the captain croons in his ear like a lover. "I would have it painted on the hull of my ship, so she could always bear your gift. I would have a likeness of you carved as the figurehead, and have you warm my bed and bring my crew luck for the years to come."

Pretty words, prettier than the things the captain called him while he was beneath him, like they shared something romantic, rather than the truth of it–a transaction. It was simply the price he paid for a way to leave the ashes of his old life, could it even be called a life, behind.

The ship jolts and shudders to a final stop, he sways with the motion, and the captain sways too, but uses the momentum to slide a hand beneath the cambion's loose-fitting clothes to grope possessively at his chest.

It's instinct. His body reacts without thinking, fire blazing under his skin and bursting outwards. The captain cries out, stumbles away, and the flames dripping from the devil's skin follow like slavering hounds. He turns to face the flailing, screaming human and he can feel sparks dripping from his eyes, licking from between his bared teeth.

"You may call this ship a tomb when she sits at the bottom of the sea," he snarls as the wood begins to hiss and smoke and crack beneath his feet. "And you will never touch me again."

He does not wait to see the captain's fate. He traverses the ship's deck and crosses the gangplank, leaving a burning trail in his wake. It doesn’t take long for the crew to notice the rapidly spreading flames, and while a few of them try in vain to put them out or at least to slow the spread, others simply jump ship and swim to safety.

 He holds his head high as he turns his eyes to the sea, to the horizon where, far beyond the ship slowly being engulfed in hellish flame, sits a crumbling pile of ash and blackened stone, a funeral pyre for the man who held him prisoner, and for the girl he used to be.

[lexicals]

Liner notes for An Echo, An Answer

Okay let's give this a go I guess? I may add more to this if I remember things too lol

Fair warning this is an exceedingly long post. It has ~subheadings~ (ooh). These cover: 

Fun Facts

Notes about mira

Notes on actual writing/plot

Post-canon tidbits (to be supplemented by actual post-canon oneshot coming maybe not soon but definitely at some point probably)

Needless to say this contains some BIG OL’ SPOILERS. Please enjoy o:

Some general Fun Facts™:

When I posted the first few chapters of this fic, I didn't have a fucking clue where it was going. I didn't even know how kravitz died until I'd already posted like 10 chapters lmao. This was a stressful way to write and I am never doing that again

In terms of inspo, I remember there being a fic in which taako was a ghost and kravitz was a medium (if anyone knows what fic this is PLEASE tell me I cannot find it) and I think I subconsciously took inspiration from this. Also I’d already written a vampire au and I wanted more undead boyfriend shenanigans, I looove playing with the liminal aspects of kravitz being a dead-but-not-dead character

There was a goof version of this fic where kravitz wasn't from the 1900s at all and died in like. The early 2000s or something. He died having come back from/at a costume party, people assumed he was an actual ye olde victorian ghost, and he decided to just lean into it. Cue fake accent. This was scrapped mainly because I loved the ‘sleepy hollow’-esque man-out-of-time shenanigans way too much and also because I know very little about the early-2000s US but do you know what I do know a moderate amount about? 1900s england

I have not read the cask of amontillado and I did not know what it was until seeing the memes, which was after I wrote the basement body twist. I just wanted to have a cheesy secret basement behind a bookcase c'mon it's a murder mystery in an old spooky house let me have this

Anyone who's followed my content for a while probably knows that I'm a big trans kravitz stan, but I dithered over making him trans in this fic a Lot. This was mostly down to self-doubt abt a story ft. a trans man living as his preferred gender in that time period would be deemed "unrealistic" but in the end I said fuck it I want this & I think that was the correct move. Also I read a fair bit about absolute legend dr james barry & that made me a bit more confident about committing to the decision bc these people did exist & they deserve their rep

You may notice that all of the major OCs created for this fic are women. This was an accident but also I stand by it bc I think it helps to balance out the fact that so much of the ‘screentime’ is being dominated by the male leads (inc. angus, who probably has the 3rd most screentime after taako & krav). They’re also all just, absolutely indomitable people. I have a type when it comes to OCs. Speaking of:

Notes on mira:

Mira was very much a character created to serve a purpose, but she ended up becoming a lot more than that and I'm glad people warmed up to her while reading as much as I did while writing. She wasn't going to have anywhere near as much screen time initially as she did in the end but I just loved her & how her relationship with kravitz turned out so much that I ended up writing a bunch of snippets with the two of them just for me, which eventually turned into the fragment chapters because I wanted to share how gd cute they were. Also they ended up being pretty useful for plot too lol

She and flossy were actually kind of the same character to begin with, being kravitz's best friend who he lived with in a kind of lavender marriage with neither of them interested in the other but being happy enough being friends & pretending. I scrapped this pretty early for a lot of reasons but she was still the cause of his death in that version, whether or not she actively killed him. I think there was a gambling debts element at some point

Whatever iteration of the story, she was always going to be the cause of death. I ruled out actual murder pretty early on because I didn't want to tell a story about a gay, black trans man getting murdered in cold blood in his own home, which in a ghost story only really leaves manslaughter, and an accidental killing by a loved one was an idea that followed pretty hot on the heels of that decision - it's very sad, but there's no hatred behind it, so it's not too outright depressing for what is most likely an audience with a high population of marginalised people. That bittersweetness of tone - sad events, but almost always with loving intentions behind or around them - ended up being a real touchstone for the story as a whole

In terms of post-canon content for her, or I guess just stuff that wasn't mentioned in-fic lol, my idea of how her life played out is that she was a pretty solid pillar of her community for a very long time. She took what kravitz said about thinking about what she wanted to add to the world very much to heart, and her answer was for her to be to as many kids and vulnerable people as possible what kravitz was to her. Obviously in the end she poured a lot of herself into helping others out of guilt for having killed a man who she likely remembered a little rose-tinted, but the intent was always there before that too

I don't know how much this came across in the actual text but mira is mixed race (Black/white), though she is Black-coded in terms of how people see and respond to her (please tell me if I’m using these terms incorrectly). I downplayed a lot of the racial elements of this fic bc I don’t feel like it’s my place as a white writer to delve into those areas, but it is an element of her story that ties into anti-miscegenation laws and general societal attitudes and I didn’t just want to entirely gloss over those aspects, bc that wouldn’t be right of me either, so I can only hope the balance ended up working here, and for kravitz’s story too. I did a lot of the writing for mira’s story before even really thinking about this angle which is something I’ve learnt from now bc oh boy should I have thought about it sooner lmao........

Anyway. I love her. I’m very glad that other people love her too

In terms of story writing:

I used to watch A LOT of crime dramas when I was younger, and got so familiar with the structure of them that I used to predict who the killer was going to be about a quarter of the way into them almost every time. Most of the time the killer is someone introduced early on as someone fairly innocuous, but still notable, before the narrative doubles down on a red herring suspect who's proven innocent about 3/4 of the way through, paving the way for the real twist killer. You see where I took my base structure from here

So, mira is introduced early on as someone important to kravitz, who was involved in his life (& death) somehow, but in general she's more suggested to be a victim than a culprit - because of course she is, she’s a child and she loves him! I'm only just realising now that this is a "person of interest" style plot twist here. (Remember what I said about the crime dramas? Just so many of them.) But then in the end she suffered just as much as anyone else, so I guess you could say she's both a victim and a culprit, even by accident.......

Structurally I'm actually really happy with how this turned out. In my head (BECAUSE OH BOY I DID NOT WRITE ANY OF THIS DOWN! Or at least not in a coherent way) the story was split into three mini arcs - the enemies section ending with the kitchen blowout, the friends section ending with the the bay window scene, and the lovers section which covers the rest of the fic. This ended up integrating really well with the main mysteries/pulls of the story - the first being the will-they-won't-they (they will, it’s fanfiction, but how?) of the romance element, and then once that's tapering off starting to dig more into the murder mystery element, which had been more of a subplot up until then, while the romance moves onto the back burner a little bit. The dual genre was an interesting challenge to try to balance and I think it turned out pretty well!

While I'm on this, setting up my breadcrumb trails for the plot twists was simultaneously very stressful and very rewarding. Trying to keep things obvious enough to be noted but subtle enough not to give the whole game away? Gave me so many headaches lmao. I actually thought for sure that some people would twig about the body in the cellar sooner than ch42, but then actually in ch42 way more people picked up on fisher's sniffing around than I expected. Clues are hard!! But at the same time seeing the handful of people who called mira as an adoptive daughter, or the fact that krav fell down the stairs, or the fact that mira's og parents were involved was very cool and it made me very happy to see people picking up the little stuff and putting it together

QUITE A FEW PEOPLE SAID NICE THINGS TO ME ABOUT HOW CLEVER THE PIANO TUNING ANGLE WAS. I CANNOT TAKE COMPLETE CREDIT FOR THIS. IT WAS A PLOT HOLE THAT I SUDDENLY REGISTERED OUT OF NOWHERE WHILE I WAS IN THE SHOWER & THEN ENDED UP WORKING IN SO I GUESS IT TURNED OUT FOR THE BEST & MADE ME LOOK VERY SMART BUT IT WAS AN ACCIDENT

Something else that a couple of people have noted & that I only realised in the process of writing was the fact that a lot of kravitz's ghostliness in this fic has the potential to be read as an allegory for chronic illness/disability. This was something I only caught onto myself while I was writing the scene on the porch at the end of ch42 when I was writing kravitz's dialogue and was like..... oh shit that's a thing huh. Bc he is, y'know, quite literally housebound and limited in what he can do in a lot of ways, which is part of the reason I really tried to hammer home in that chapter that even though the fic ends with him being 'cured' (because that ending was always the intention from day one before I ever thought about this reading), they would have been happy together regardless. Love is not conditional!

Post-canon thoughts:

Taako and kravitz go into the house. Kravitz says oh my god what is that smell. Taako says he made blueberry pie earlier. Kravitz says okay we're putting bedroom fun times on hold I need that RIGHT NOW

Kravitz eats way too much too fast and spends the rest of the afternoon curled up on the sofa with a horrible stomach ache. He is not used to that much rich food. Taako is not impressed with this

He rolls his eyes and they watch a movie and talk instead and get to the bedroom fun times later

On the topic of food you Know krav ends up with a bit of a tummy from taako spoiling him. He looks & feels great and taako loves how comfy he is

Also on the topic of bodies I think krav does a lot of experimenting initially with what feels good now that he has a lot more freedom in presentation. He likes to mess with his hair a lot. Dresses and skirts are still a bad feel but a little makeup is fun sometimes. Kravitz living his best undeath 2k18 (I took so long to finish this fic it’s set 2 years ago now lmaoooo)

Kravitz lets taako drive him somewhere exactly Once before vowing NEVER AGAIN taako's driving privileges are REVOKED kravitz is going to get magnus to teach him to drive instead.

Taako says what the hell are you gonna do if you get pulled over you are a hundred and thirty and also dead you can't get a license. (He could get him a fake one, but he's not going to, because he's being petty about kravitz insulting his driving.) Kravitz says fine show me yours then. Taako says no but kravitz steals it anyway. A minute later he’s produced his own undoubtedly fake license out of nowhere complete with a fake DOB and a very nice picture

Taako says gasp kravitz that's ILLEGAL. Also you know you have to make this picture worse if you want it to be convincing right

Kravitz starts giving angus music lessons. Angus isn’t a natural by any means but he works hard and that gets him a long way

OH ACTUALLY I SHOULD PROBABLY SAY SMTH ABOUT THE REUNIONS HUH. GINNY THESE ARE FOR YOU:

Maybe it's weird to start with barry but the poor man has to have a sit down. He has so many questions. Kravitz what is the afterlife like it's fine you can tell him just give him a hint please and also can he maybe get like. A blood sample or something. No that's not weird it's for science what are you talking about taako bring him back

Kravitz is fully expecting lup to wreck his shit, and she acts like she's going to right up until she's close enough to give him a big ol hug instead. She says she missed him a lot & that he's much nicer to hug now that he's not a freezy boy, and kravitz goes ;_;

It's a very tight hug though. In some ways it is still a punishment

Also could he maybe hook her up with this death goddess of his? Lup would like to be immortal too, kravitz. Kravitz can you get a resume to your boss and could you write lup a reference while you're at it

Angus!! He’s so happy to have his other uncle back!! There’s a new caleb cleveland book he needs to read so they can talk about it!! All of this after a lot of crying and hugging.

I think at some point they do go over to visit mira’s descendants. Taako says hi remember me? I brought my boyfriend to visit! Unnamed great great grandchild #1 is like um he looks kind of familiar. Kravitz says well yes there is kind of a reason for that and it’s because I’m in that picture on the wall over there, hi I’m your great great grandfather nice to meet you

The family is a little weirded out by this at first but eventually they’re like. Well alright I guess do you want a coffee

Kravitz says yes please god do you know how many people keep offering me tea

He babysits for the youngest ones sometimes. The kids love him and the adults are happy to give him stories in exchange for his time, seeing as that’s all he asks for

Taako says ask them for money and contribute to this household kravitz. Kravitz says absolutely not they’re family and you’re already getting my youtube ad revenue

Yes kravitz has a youtube channel and is also very involved in the local music scene. He can’t do anything that would technically be classed as interfering with the flow of the living world but no-one said he can’t anonymously share some of his music here and there

Johann gets him a gig conducting for his orchestra every now and then. Kravitz is fucking ecstatic and finally gets to conduct some of his own pieces in front of an audience. Maybe they actually get to that biography johann mentioned at some point. Idk I haven’t thought about that part too much

Okay I wrote WAY more than I meant to here but I hope at least some of it was interesting and feel free to ask me questions if there are elements I’ve missed off of here that you want to hear more about! (Bearing in mind some of the answers may be “actual post canon content coming soon/later” lol.) As you can tell I have a lot of things to say about this fic & I’m always more than happy to hear that people are interested!! o:

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Starcraft/Nier Crossover post

The following is undeniably self-indulgent (you’ll see why if you bother to read it).

But seeing how I used to be quite into Starcraft back in the day I figured I might as well write this all out, even if it’s some odd stuff.

(@astraleyedandroid asked about this a while back. Sadly this is the only thing I’ve planned to write about it at the moment. And I think @callmeaxely also had an interest in this at one time? Forgive me if I’m mistaken about that.)

Here’s the link to the original snippet.

What follows is the self-indulgent thing. A sort of... overview of a Nier Earth’s attempt to re-connect with the colonists in the Koprulu sector. Or at least a few ideas I have for that. Effectively ‘replacing’ the UED force (and their carbon copy of Terran military) with something else entirely. And written how those forces were introduced in the original Starcraft manual. Again, this is what I’m referring to by being self-indulgent.

Army of Humanity, Relief Fleet

Assembled from the combined resources from all remaining military organizations extent. This included, for the first time in several thousand years, that certain otherwise recalcitrant groups took part in major military operations beyond a token expenditure of resources.

Though in truth this was motivated by more than just the potential of living humans. The sudden alteration in Machine Lifeform behavior, likely caused by this discovery not being kept secret, left Android forces with considerably more freedom to act on Earth.

The fact that Aliens, or at least the Machine Network’s masquerade as them, left to find the source of the recent signals from the Koprulu sector signals on modified warp drives.

Now they only have to hope that they get there first.

Unit List:

(In terms of non-existent faction mechanics, I’d probably take some ideas from Warlords Battlecry and the undead faction’s unit upgrades.)

Maintenance and Operations: Unarmed, unarmored, and not particularly mobile. Still they represent a critically important service in establishing forward support bases and allowing on-site repairs of damaged units.

Upgraded to Scanner Functions: A loss of repair abilities to instead receive defensive and offensive hacking abilities. Sadly, these proved to be of little use against Zerg forces, though increased sensor acuity helped keep track of the alien force even when attempting to hide.

(Can reveal cloaked units when serving as Scanners.)

B-Class Androids: Melee combatants, armed with swords for close quarters combat. Can be upgraded to instead serve as Ranged combat or Defender class Androids instead.

Flight Units: Requires and Android to pilot, but can be used by support or scanners without reducing combat effectiveness. While effective against ground and air enemies, with all possible upgrades they serve as the primary counter for air forces.

Arcanists: (Or one long reference to how Devola and Popola were portrayed in the original Nier) The term used by those Androids that have traditionally studied magical forces and created applications for them. Rarely seen in combat operations during the Machine Wars, they’ve come out of seclusion to offer direct support for the relief mission.

Though given how... odd they are by modern standards, one wonders if this is for the best?

(Similar to the Protoss High Templer, they serve as a special ability unit. Providing cloaking, temporary shield abilities, and ranged area of effect attacks. Though perhaps most importantly two of them can be used to move units quickly by teleporting them from one to another.0

Dragon Knights: (Yoko Taro’s weird mention in the guidebooks. A whole lot of Drakengard I suppose) Even rarer than Arcanists, these Androids and their... ‘partners’ serve as profoundly devastating military assets. A fact they are all to aware of, and one of the reasons they refused to take part in the Machine Wars after a certain point. Seeing no point in the continued conflict with no sign of an end.

Now they’ve returned to render their unique strength to the battles to come, which has perhaps caused even more unwanted, if not entirely unexpected, rumors to develop among the Terran forces about the army come to supposedly aid them.

(A dedicated anti-ground and building air unit with minimal anti-air defense ability. Not good against jet fighters after all. Probably a few weird magic abilities too, maybe a cloaking one?)

Narrative Ideas:

I’d say that the biggest issue would be the Androids trying, and often failing, to get the Terrans to trust them. Made all the worse by the weird magi-tech nonsense that is all the more obvious when the entirety of their military is shown so up-front as it is.

Again (playing to self-indulgent matters and the standards of a RTS) one could construct a scenario for inter-faction combat and even battles against terran forces by establishing a group of Androids that feel the UED’s original orders concerning the colonists should be considered more important than anything else.

One could even have some parts of the original Brood War play out like that, with this faction seeking to control the Zerg swarm as a matter of practicality as they lack the direct strength to out-fight the other Androids or anyone else for that matter.

Not sure how to play with the Machine Lifeforms in this, least of all without going into Starcraft II, but I figure they’d be a wildcard eager to learn as much as possible about the strange Alien species, the surviving humans, and the odd prophetic nature of the conflict itself.

As a final note, I’d figure that post-Brood War there would be a serious attempt to convince humans to return to Earth, with rather minimal success. Mostly because Arcturus Mengsk manages to quite thoroughly sour relations during the war and keep propaganda strong against Androids for sometime.

The Protoss would eventually end up closer, in a certain sense, to them. Likely leading to interesting interactions between 2B and Fenix, especially after the matter of the Protoss Purifiers is resolved and he takes a new name for himself.

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The Walking Dead: World Beyond Episode 3 Review – The Tyger and the Lamb

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This THE WALKING DEAD: WORLD BEYOND review contains spoilers.

The Walking Dead: World Beyond Episode 3

The Campus Colony in The Walking Dead: World Beyond is less like a hard-scrabble camp and more like a small town protected by stone walls. There might have been thousands of people who lived and worked behind those walls, but that clearly wasn’t enough to allow someone like Silas to join the community without making a few waves. In a small town, nothing moves as fast as the rumor mill, and when the hulking new arrival comes from Omaha with whispers of violence in his wake, it’s only natural that people talk while he tries desperately to sink into the background to be left alone. Of course, when you’re his size and don’t talk to people, that only makes people more interested in figuring out what makes you tick.

In the first two episodes of World Beyond, the focus has been on the two main characters, Hope and Iris, and how their shared and separate traumas inform how they’ve developed as young adults. Certainly, at some point in his life, Silas has been through some kind of trauma, but it seems a more recent development is what has pushed Silas into inaction when it comes to dealing with empties. As we’ve seen, any excuse he can make to avoid taking violent action, he’ll seize on. That’s no different in this episode, as he chooses to carry gear rather than kill walkers, and put himself at risk to keep his friends safe without picking up a weapon by putting his great strength on display. What got Silas to move to Campus Colony from Omaha isn’t revealed, at least not explicitly, but it’s implied, and it’s a serious enough incident to make anyone hesitant to take up arms against another humanoid shape, be it living or undead.

Like the others introduced so far, Silas is dealing with significant trauma. Unlike the others, he’s not in a place where he’s willing or able to share that with the group. Hope and Iris have one another to confide in, as Hope does this episode as she details her killing of Elton’s mother in the confusing hours after the Night the Sky Fell. Silas, while he seems to be forging a solid relationship with Hope and has an existing relationship with Elton (Nicolas Cantu) and Iris, is slower to warm up, possibly because his incident is much more recent in nature and he’s still dealing with it himself.

One of the positives to Hal Cumpston as a performer is his blank slate face. He’s a big kid, towering over the rest of the cast, but he carries himself with that big kid tendency to shrink back into himself, his face guarded and impassive, headphones on constantly (either with music or listening to a tape his grandparents made for his sixth birthday), and shrinking into the background of every scene with the other characters. He slumps, keeps his head down, and hides in himself in a very natural fashion, and his eyes seem hollow with some fear and pain. That face is used to great effect by Sharhat Raju’s sharp direction, with a shot of a twitching, uncomfortable Silas getting grilled by Nico Tortorella’s Felix is matched to a shot of a twitching, uncomfortable Silas about to march into a zombie-filled no-man’s-land on a fool’s errand with his only friends in the world.

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Raju leans heavily on match cuts when transitioning between scenes, or on Hal Cumpston’s ability to look like he’s zoned out in thought enough to be caught by surprise by anyone coming up beside him. There’s a solid jump scare when Iris (Aliyah Royale) catches Silas staring at a walker who tried to attack him despite having its jaw held shut by a melted gas mask, and lots of good match cuts, particularly one solid one of two zombies fused together by melting tar matched by a shot of Hope (Alexa Mansour) and Iris emerging from the smoke side by side, supporting one another in a way that’s a little more wholesome than the melty walker but still echoes that particular scene well.

That the two sisters had to come together to battle the two-headed walker makes it all the more meaningful, as they spend most of the episode not on the same page with one another. The script from writing team The Farahanis emphasizes the disagreements between the two when not digging into the back story of Silas and his stunted, stilted relationships with the others in his party who are the closest thing he has to friends outside of Omaha. The creative team is still finding its way with the characters, but the dialog between the two sisters feels natural, given that even in a life-or-death situation they’ll still try to antagonize one another as a way of showing love. Silas gets a little more development here, as well; Elton will undoubtedly have his moment in the sun next week, unless Huck jumps in front of him on the back story train.

Or, as seen in the ending moments of this episode, Elizabeth (Julia Ormond) takes precedence. The episode’s main plot ends at a pretty good point, but then there’s the coda, which feels like a snippet of the next episode taken out of context. In one moment, the teens are walking away together, bonding, and in the next, Elizabeth is in her quarters in the Civic Republic, looking over a map as one of her underling NCOs comes to see her for counseling. This ends pretty much how you’d expect in an organization as secretive and dangerous as the Civic Republic, but Elizabeth shows she’s not without some pity as she invites the younger man in for soup and a soul-baring sessions before having him taken to the health and wellness complex until he’s ready to rejoin the military doing hard labor.

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Perhaps it ties back to the show’s ongoing theme of dealing with trauma and the rough things these characters do for survival. Some can’t cope, and others—with the aid of a lot of white noise and some Mr. Wizard reruns—can. Even if coping means drinking alone in an empty loft with every possible noise-making device running at top volume while crying onto a map of your next peaceful settlement to put to the torch.

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Rules: make a post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have wips - people send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

Tagged by @angelsanarchy 🖤 Thank you babe

My current WIPs (idk if I’m doing this right, plz forgive me):

This one has no title yet, but it’s Judas (like Norman Reedus’ Judas) & Reader

You’re An Amateur (but baby, I’m a Pro): Daryl Dixon & Reader

This also doesn’t have a title or file name lol: Murphy MacManus & Reader

Two Is Better Than One: part of the QOTU (Quarters of the Undead) AU with @dixons-sunshine

It’s Me, You Dingus: also part of the QOTU AU

Hop On, Cowgirl: yet another part of the QOTU AU

No title for this one either but there’s smut: more QOTU content lmao

And finally ANOTHER one with no title but ALSO more smut lmao: QOTU content once again because it had consumed me

Tagging the homies:

@angelwings-crossbowstrings @dixons-sunshine @holdmytesseract @francisofthespook @daryltwdixon @shadowcitrine @ffsjustletmesleep @stellar-waves @janiehellion & anyone else who would like to do this 🖤

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Anne Rice Vampire Chronicles' Blood Communion Trailer Drops

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Anne Rice's vampire Lestat receives his Blood Communion. New trailer promises he bows to no one.

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Interview with the Vampire

"This is my blood, the blood of the new and everlasting covenant. Take this, all of you and drink it," an old superstar once said. The rabbi Jesus of Nazareth also offered up at least a quarter pound of flesh but current Eucharistic recipient Lestat is no cannibal. The breakout star of Anne Rice's The Vampire Chronicles novel series will receive a sanguine transubstantiation when her upcoming book Blood Communion: A Tale of Prince Lestat spills out on October 2.

Lestat didn't bow to the devil, god or the Children of Satan or the dwellers of Atlantis, the trailer reminds us. He is not about to start bowing now, except maybe in conquest. He writes for all blood drinkers even as he takes his throne as the Brat Prince of bloodsuckers.

You can watch the trailer here:

Video of EXCLUSIVE Trailer: Anne Rice's New Vampire Chronicles Book, BLOOD COMMUNION

The eleventh book in the series will tell how Lestat came to rule the vampire world. He didn't do it by hosting Goth nights. He went toe-to-toe and fang-to-fang with all usurpers. The book will also get into how the Blood Communion was created so already doubly departed Vampire Chronicles characters can be resurrected for long-time readers.

Further reading: Anne Rice Drops Snippet of Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis

It just might be the dawn of a new vampire era for the Rice dynasty, Anne and her son Christopher have also been dropping teasers for the Interview with a Vampire-inspired series coming to Hulu.

"I frequently post about the forthcoming Vampire Chronicles TV series, but Lestat's adventures continue this October in print with the release of BLOOD COMMUNION." Christopher Rice tweeted on August 14. "Barnes & Noble is releasing a special SIGNED edition. You can pre-order it here."

The publisher offered up the following synopsis:

The Vampire Chronicles continue with a riveting, rich saga--part adventure, part fairy-tale--of Prince Lestat and the story of the Blood Communion as he tells the tale of his coming to rule the vampire world and the eternal struggle to find belonging, a place in the universe for the undead, and how, against his will, he must battle the menacing, seemingly unstoppable force determined to thwart his vision and destroy the entire vampire netherworld.

In this spellbinding novel, Lestat, rebel outlaw, addresses the tribe of vampires, directly, intimately, passionately, and tells the mesmerizing story of the formation of the Blood Communion and how he became Prince of the vampire world, the true ruler of this vast realm, and how his vision for all the Children of the Universe to thrive as one, came to be.

Further reading: Interview With The Vampire and the Origin of Remorseful Bloodsuckers

The tale spills from Lestat’s heart, as he speaks first of his new existence as reigning monarch–and then of his fierce battle of wits and words with the mysterious  Rhoshamandes, proud Child of the Millennia, reviled outcast for his senseless slaughter of the legendary ancient vampire Maharet, avowed enemy of Queen Akasha; Rhoshamandes, a demon spirit who refuses to live in harmony at the Court of Prince Lestat and threatens all that Lestat has dreamt of.

Further reading: The Vampire Chronicles TV Series Set to Arrive on Hulu

As the tale unfolds, Lestat takes us from the towers and battlements of his ancestral castle in the snow-covered mountains of France to the verdant wilds of lush Louisiana with its lingering fragrances of magnolias and night jasmine; from the far reaches of the Pacific’s untouched islands to the 18th-century city of St. Petersburg and the court of the Empress Catherine.

Lestat was supposed to have finally been put down in the final installment of Rice's Mayfair Witches book series. But long time fans didn't have to hold their breaths very long. Certainly not as long as Lestat did when he visited the mythical nautical kingdom of Atlantis in the previous book, Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis.

Further reading: Underworld’s Vampire/Werewolf War Is Not a Universal Battle

Blood Communion: A Tale of Prince Lestat will be available for purchase on October 2.

Culture Editor Tony Sokol cut his teeth on the wire services and also wrote and produced New York City's Vampyr Theatre and the rock opera AssassiNation: We Killed JFK. Read more of his work here or find him on Twitter @tsokol.

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[dixonsdarkelf]

I know every single detail of this whole thing and even I am still not prepared for it…

The Hawkins woman could barely breathe. There, in front of her, lay the lifeless, mutilated body of Abraham Ford. Her friend. Her family. And trapezing around his body, Negan laughed about it like it was some joke. Like taking the life of a man was comparable to laughing with his buddies over a beer and a football game. He was taunting Rosita about killing the man she cared for deeply, like he’d merely just pulled some elaborate prank and she was overreacting. How could anyone be so cruel? So ruthless?

Her chocolate-like eyes slowly and hesitantly trailed over to her left, meeting those beautiful blue ones of her partner. Through the tears, she could see this look of pure anger, of pure hatred. It’s a look she’d only ever seen once before. And some part of her knew something was going to happen. She had that feeling deep in her gut.

She just wished she had acted on that feeling. She could have attempted to stop the next series of events from happening.

But it was too late.

Georgie belongs to me. Although not mentioned here, Vec belongs to @dixonsdarkelf.

Council members (aka QOTU readers): @kat-herine00 @gothic-pumpkin @weirdoneattheparty @holdmytesseract @negansbestie @ffsjustletmesleep @imadisneyprincessiswear

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Krys Rambles: So we have decided to write little snippets of upcoming chapters and ideas and share them with you all! I hope y’all liked this 💜

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Ahhhh 😭 I'm gonna cry my heart out reading this. I just know it. 😭

The Hawkins woman could barely breathe. There, in front of her, lay the lifeless, mutilated body of Abraham Ford. Her friend. Her family. And trapezing around his body, Negan laughed about it like it was some joke. Like taking the life of a man was comparable to laughing with his buddies over a beer and a football game. He was taunting Rosita about killing the man she cared for deeply, like he’d merely just pulled some elaborate prank and she was overreacting. How could anyone be so cruel? So ruthless?

Her chocolate-like eyes slowly and hesitantly trailed over to her left, meeting those beautiful blue ones of her partner. Through the tears, she could see this look of pure anger, of pure hatred. It’s a look she’d only ever seen once before. And some part of her knew something was going to happen. She had that feeling deep in her gut.

She just wished she had acted on that feeling. She could have attempted to stop the next series of events from happening.

But it was too late.

Georgie belongs to me. Although not mentioned here, Vec belongs to @dixonsdarkelf.

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Uh.Oh... This doesn't sound good... Who did Rick find??? 😱

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!”

Vec’s legs moved at their own will, carrying her down the hall at a speed she would never be able to achieve on her own. The sound of her boots pounding the pavement echoed off the walls of West Georgia Correctional as she navigated her way toward Cell Block C, frantically trying to find the woman she called “Gin.” And as luck would have it, all she needed to do was round one more corner.

Georgie was returning to her cell, likely from the bathroom, given the towel in her hand. Vec didn’t know, and quite frankly, she didn’t care. This was no time to be asking questions.

The Hawkins woman picked her head up at the sound, half-expecting to see a group running in her direction with how loud it was. As her gaze met her best friend’s, her smile quickly faded, the look on her face conveying that whatever she was rushing to Georgie for was urgent. She wouldn’t have to wonder for long; though, as Vec’s words were flying off her tongue before Georgie could think to open her mouth.

“Gin, you need to come with me right now,” she demanded, panting through her words as she brought herself to a stop outside the cell. At the speed she’d been traveling, even Vec was surprised at her ability to slow herself to a stop without crashing.

Georgie nodded, already beginning to make her way inside her cell. “Of course. Give me just a minute to—“

Before she could finish with “put this towel down,” she was cut off, both by Vec grabbing her arm, ready to drag her away, and by her words. “Oh that’s funny. You think this can wait.” She began to pull Georgie behind her, the towel that was previously in her arms falling to the dirty concrete floor with a soft thud. “C’mon.”

She knew she was being more persistent than usual, but the circumstances called for it. There was no time to waste.

“Dia, slow down. What is going on?” Georgie pleaded, her bestie dragging her down hallway after hallway.

“We have a problem,” Vec explained. Her tone was desperate, almost panicked. Maybe cusping on the edge of frightened, but Georgie couldn’t be sure. The sound of their feet nearly drowned out their conversation.

“I figured as much,” Georgie replied, “what kind of problem?”

She ended their conversation with two simple words. “You’ll see.”

Pulling the teacher out into the afternoon Georgia heat, Vec directed her attention toward the front gate. They’d barely gotten outside before she started rattling off instructions. “Look.”

She took a moment to gain her footing as Vec released her, balancing against the railing in front of them. Shielding her eyes from the sun, Georgie peered out into the field before them. From their spot against the building, she saw Rick returning from his afternoon run. And he wasn’t alone. “Okay…so Rick’s got—“

“No, Gin,” the doctor interjected, crossing her arms over her chest, “I need you to really look.”

With a sigh, she squinted in an attempt to get a better look at them. After a few seconds, their familiar features became more clear, sending Georgie’s heart plummeting into her already-churning stomach. Now, she understood why this was so urgent. Why her best friend was moving faster than an Olympic sprinter through the prison to find her.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

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[dixons-sunshine]

Oh, gee. I wonder who they saw? I have no idea 👀

But seriously. If Vec wouldn’t even let Georgie put her towel away, you know something’s up lol

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!”

Vec’s legs moved at their own will, carrying her down the hall at a speed she would never be able to achieve on her own. The sound of her boots pounding the pavement echoed off the walls of West Georgia Correctional as she navigated her way toward Cell Block C, frantically trying to find the woman she called “Gin.” And as luck would have it, all she needed to do was round one more corner.

Georgie was returning to her cell, likely from the bathroom, given the towel in her hand. Vec didn’t know, and quite frankly, she didn’t care. This was no time to be asking questions.

The Hawkins woman picked her head up at the sound, half-expecting to see a group running in her direction with how loud it was. As her gaze met her best friend’s, her smile quickly faded, the look on her face conveying that whatever she was rushing to Georgie for was urgent. She wouldn’t have to wonder for long; though, as Vec’s words were flying off her tongue before Georgie could think to open her mouth.

“Gin, you need to come with me right now,” she demanded, panting through her words as she brought herself to a stop outside the cell. At the speed she’d been traveling, even Vec was surprised at her ability to slow herself to a stop without crashing.

Georgie nodded, already beginning to make her way inside her cell. “Of course. Give me just a minute to—“

Before she could finish with “put this towel down,” she was cut off, both by Vec grabbing her arm, ready to drag her away, and by her words. “Oh that’s funny. You think this can wait.” She began to pull Georgie behind her, the towel that was previously in her arms falling to the dirty concrete floor with a soft thud. “C’mon.”

She knew she was being more persistent than usual, but the circumstances called for it. There was no time to waste.

“Dia, slow down. What is going on?” Georgie pleaded, her bestie dragging her down hallway after hallway.

“We have a problem,” Vec explained. Her tone was desperate, almost panicked. Maybe cusping on the edge of frightened, but Georgie couldn’t be sure. The sound of their feet nearly drowned out their conversation.

“I figured as much,” Georgie replied, “what kind of problem?”

She ended their conversation with two simple words. “You’ll see.”

Pulling the teacher out into the afternoon Georgia heat, Vec directed her attention toward the front gate. They’d barely gotten outside before she started rattling off instructions. “Look.”

She took a moment to gain her footing as Vec released her, balancing against the railing in front of them. Shielding her eyes from the sun, Georgie peered out into the field before them. From their spot against the building, she saw Rick returning from his afternoon run. And he wasn’t alone. “Okay…so Rick’s got—“

“No, Gin,” the doctor interjected, crossing her arms over her chest, “I need you to really look.”

With a sigh, she squinted in an attempt to get a better look at them. After a few seconds, their familiar features became more clear, sending Georgie’s heart plummeting into her already-churning stomach. Now, she understood why this was so urgent. Why her best friend was moving faster than an Olympic sprinter through the prison to find her.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

Vec belongs to me, Georgie belongs to @dixons-sunshine

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