#s.4 e.3

[unpassive-viewer]

Not Carmy coming in hot with "me making you sad hurts my feelings, I didn't mean it or something idk." Boy shut up.

[exceptional-z]

zed necrodopolis x reader

this is an au where zombies were never allowed to go to human high school. so zed is aged up (though age is never mentioned so you can imagine whatever) but has never been on the other side of the barrier. i attempted not to use gendered language but i tend to write with fem!reader in mind.

also please ignore any inconsistent verb tenses. english is not my first language and verb tenses are literally the bane of my existence. + i wrote this in like an hour

your family didn’t have much money growing up, hence why you lived so close to the gate. real estate was cheap since no one wanted to live near the zombies. but it also meant you learnt how to save money in as many ways as you could.

seabrook was all about perfection. if a mattress was two years old, it was time to throw it out and buy a new one. if a bike had a single scratch, it was thrown into the dumpster. all of the old items deemed as ‘garbage’ were brought to a warehouse that was emptied around every two weeks. and this was your favourite place to be.

you sneak into the warehouse. it’s late at night and there’s never any security around. you’re immediately greeted with piles of furniture and clothing and trinkets that are too unique to fit into the seabrook aesthetic.

you start to rummage through with the plastic gloves you always wear just in case any bugs or mice decide that this is a perfect place to burrow. lost in thought, you don’t hear the creaky door open, but you do hear the sudden shout that erupted from behind you.

your heart nearly stops beating at the sudden noise and your head swivels around. the lighting isn’t great, and you can only make out the vague shape of the person blocking your only exit. he looks fairly lanky, and if you squint you could make out some of his features. he doesn’t look much older than you and he certainly doesn’t scream “imposing”. he’s taller than you, but maybe if you caught him off guard you could knock him out with one of the many heavy objects splayed around you.

“i was told no one ever came in here,” the boy says. fuck, his voice is attractive.

“they don’t. in the three years i’ve been doing this i’ve never run into anyone else.” you answer, obviously suspicious.

“i’m uh- i’m just looking for a gift for my little sister,” he explains, “it’s her birthday soon and she said she wanted a new bike but we can’t really afford it.”

you relax a little at his explanation, sharing that you’d gotten into the habit of coming here to rummage for things since your family also doesn’t have much money. “i could help you look if you’d like? and even if we can’t find a bike, there’s a ton of cool stuff you can find if you’re willing to dig.” you offer.

you can’t be sure, but you think he smiles as he answers. “i’ll take any help i can get. my friend eliza told me to try coming here to look, but honestly, i’m a bit overwhelmed.”

you talk and laugh together for what must be at least two hours. you don’t end up finding a bike, but you find an old cheerleader outfit that looks to be in perfect condition. you can’t imagine why anyone would throw it out unless it just didn’t fit anymore. the boy -who still doesn’t have a name- literally jumped up in joy when he saw you holding the skirt from the set, doing a little celebratory dance that should have been embarrassing but was somehow endearing. (that’s how you figured out his little sister was obsessed with cheer).

eventually you have to part ways; it’s getting into the early hours of the morning and you both need to be getting home. he’s halfway down the street when you realise you never shared names and you yell out, “wait!”

he stops and turns around, and you jog to catch up to him.

“what’s your name, stranger?” you ask, “just in case we run into each other again.”

he tells you his name is zed, and you tell him your name in return. for a few seconds the both of you just stand in the street, memorising each other’s faces until you look away, shaking off the thoughts of how attractive he is under the starlight.

(bonus: when zed gets home, all he can think about is you. he wonders if eliza would recognise your name, or if he would possibly run into you if he chose to go to school for once instead of always skipping. he wonders where you live in zombietown, since he doesn’t recognise you and is sure he would remember seeing someone as gorgeous are you. he spends the next few days wondering, and then is in for the shock of his life when he sees you through the fence that blocks off zombietown from seabrook and learns that you’re human.)

[chimiriah]

chat I predicted the future

I think I win

duuude

[naok-iyuu]

A cup full of love - Zed Necrodoplis x reader

Summary : Barista in a coffee shop near Mountain college, you work part time to get extra money while studying. You swore to yourself to not let silly crushes distract you from your path, until a zombie walked through the doors.

Word count : 4.8k

no warnings, just pure fluff and silly romance

My Masterlist

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. A few months before starting college, you had found a job to, firstly, work on weekend and gather more money for you to use. Knowing that college had pretty flexible hours, you were surprised to see you could work almost when you wanted, thanks to your pretty flexible boss too.

At first, you weren't so worked up about being a barista. But once you knew how to make the best capuccino in town, you were quite delighted. You liked to learn how to make new baverages aswell as being on top of the stop list of most people through the day.

You got along with your two coworkers quite well, one of them being your age and the other slightly older.

A job between girls was scary at first, what if you couldn't stop bickering ? That thought was long washed away when you experienced how sweet they both were, even though they made it their life mission to tease the hell out of you all the time.

Most of the coffee costumers were Mountain college students, except from old Ms.Carter and her beloved cup of tea along with Mr.Ramos who liked his coffee 'as dark as his soul'. Not your words, his. You entered the coffee one afternoon, greeting your two coworkers behind the counter. It took you a few minutes to put your stuff in your locker, tie the coffee shop appron around your waist as long as pinning the badge on your chest.

Making your way behind the counter, you tied your hair back in a ponytail.

The shop was calm for now, a rare and relaxing sigh to have, which wasn't going to last.

"Things move so fast around here, monsters are allowed on campus now." Sara, the oldest among you three was the first to speak up announcing an afternoon strong on counter gossip.

"Yeah, but that just means more people and more money for us." Claire rubbed her hands with a satisfied smile already feeling your income breaking some sort of record she had in mind.

"That's true. I heard that a zombie is going to be the next captain of the football team. Apparently he was already a star in Seabrook and is aiming for the spot, I am sure the ladies are twirling around him like little flies." Your eyes rolled at Sara's speech, holding back a chuckle. She truly couldn't take a stroll without hearing tons of rumors and assemble all of them to create an even bigger one.

You finished pouring another cup of coffee for Mr.Ramos who stole your attention from the two girls chit-chat. Handing it to him, he smiled with a wave of his hand as he made his way back to his table. He could have waited at his favorite spot, but you suspected he liked best the talks Sara and Claire were sharing than the calm of his seat.

"Already so much for your first year, right Y/n ?" Arms crossed, Claire brought their attention on you, wanting to hear your opinion on all those new changes.

"Like you said, more money girls." You smiled gleefully, not thinking much about it. You had crossed paths with a bunch of monsters on campus, even made friend with a cute zomb-girl who liked the same show as you. It was certainly a drastic change between highschool and college, but it didn't faze you. It was new yet positive.

"Now that I think about it, you always had interesting choices in boys Y/n." Sara eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. So that was how she had decided to tease you today. "What is it going to be this year ? A zombie ? Or a werewolf ?"

"I could totally see her as a vampire girl, that would be so hot."

"C'mon guys ! First of all, my past crushes aren't 'interesting' or anything. And second of all, this year is study year okay ?" You rolled your eyes at their pocking, trying to distract yourself by wiping the already shiny worktop with a cloth your hand had found.

Your next romance chapter was always a hot topic between them. You couldn't blame any of the two, having a whole history of never loving the same dude twice created quite intertaining stories after all. You could find some similarities between all the boys you liked, but none of them really looked like the last one. It then became Sara and Claire second life mission to understand exactly what makes you fall from heaven for a man.

Feeling your distress, the universe seems to answer your pleading by making the door of the coffee shop open. The three of you greeted the new costumers at the same time, superimposing your voices.

You eyed the group of guys who looked at the menu while talking loudly. You could easily recognize them, all football players from your college. Names and numbers were plastered all over their jackets like name tags. Look like Sara's and Claire's talk just summoned them.

Counting in your head how many costumers you would have to take an order from, your eyes landed on a boy that wasn't quite like the others. His pale skin and green hair stole your attention as his bright smile seemed to light up the whole room, his tall frame slightly taller than most of his teammates.

This was not unfamiliar to you, he was a zombie. You spotted a hundred, maybe a bit less, of them in the school corridors and in your classes. Nonetheless, your eyes couldn't leave his face for a few seconds. It maybe was something in his eyes, you thought, or maybe how his hair was styled. No, it was definitely his smile, or his features ? Maybe his height, or just the reality that skinny men always won your heart. 'Oh god he is gorgeous' you thought.

It was only when Sara quiet voice reached your ears that you quickly turned around with wide eyes, scared the bunch of jocks may have heard her. "I think it's zombie year more than study year honey."

Your cheeks grew a deep shade of pink, earning giggles from both your coworkers. "Hey! Why none of you go and take their order ?" Your voice hissed at them in a whisper to not startle the boys. You were frustrated to have wandered far from your resolution even for a few seconds.

"Customers favorite's is you hon', go on."

You rolled your eyes, bitting the inside of your cheek before turning around to stand behind the register, a welcoming and professional smile already plastered on your face.

"Welcome, may I take your order ?"

"Uh yeah yeah of course." The team captain started delivering his teammates orders turning on himself on multiple occasion to ask again what they wanted. You knew him, bright haired bitch Josh. It was your nickname for him, only in your head though.

You caught his eyes looking at your name tag before a confident smile came to his lips. "Oh you're Y/n ? We are in the same classes !" That fake boyish attitude could be enought to throw your temper out of control. But you had to stay professional, work duty.

"Surprised you remember." You smiled politely, brushing off his demeanor from the braincells that wanted his head on a wall, deer mount style. Your fingers danced on the register screen, selecting the last two order you heard.

You can tell he doesn't care, only eager to make himself interesting towards the guys accompanying him. The fact he had to check your badge a second time before talking to you said it all.

"If I knew you were here, I would have come sooner." With a smirk, he turned to nod his head at his friends. All mighty satisfied with himself while some of them laughed.

"That will be 29,10$ please." You smiled again and a few guys laughed again, but this time mocking their captain who didn't get any reaction out of you.

His smile faded and his eyebrows fell while he took out his wallet, he surely din't want to pay but told his team the drinks were on him.

After a sigh, he handed you 30 dollars, not looking at you anymore. "Keep the change." Were the only words leaving his mouth before his back faced you, rushing his way to a table as far away from you as possible.

A sigh escaped through your nose, that surely was quite the show he just put himself through. Unlocking the register to secure the money you just got handed over, a voice cleared itself, getting your attention as you looked up.

"I am really sorry about him, he always thinks he can get his way with everybody."

Your eyes met the sheepish smile of the gorgeous boy with green hair. You kicked at the back of your mind all of the thoughts that were preventing you from reacting to his sentence, you couldn't get distracted and stare at him when he was right in front of you.

"It's okay, you don't need to appologize for him. I've already seen a lot of that comedy around school, much to my dismay I am used to it now." You felt your nose wrinkling as a chuckle that tried to ease his mind left your throat. What the hell were you feeling so nervous about ?

Your hands felt sweaty when you brushed your palms against one another, you were quick to discreetly wipe them on your appron. It was certainly your coworkers's eyes piercing holes in your back that had you worked up. You could hear the clinks of the glasses behind you, and yet, you still felt their gaze trying to grasp any sort of reaction coming out your body. They really didn't help.

"I still wanted to." His smile seemed to regain back its natural confidence. "So, you are at Mountain College ?" Your quick approval made him rase his hand over the counter. "I am Zed, Necrodopolis. Nice to meet you."

You shove your surprise and shyness to the side, raising your hand to take his in a quick and gentle shake. "(Y/n) (L/n)." He nodded at your words.

"We'll see each other often then." His smile grew as he took a step back to inform you he was going back to his friends. Your hand waved at him before turning back to help the girls with the drinks.

Two pair of eyes looked at you with raised eyebrows, showing surprise and anticipation of what's to come. You felt seen and your frustration, slight embarrassment, crept back in. Your cheeks quickly colored themself with a sweet pink as you knew what you were going to be annoyed with for the rest of the year.

"Third of all," You whispered shouted at them, trying to add another point to your defense. "I like them blond !"

Sara laughed at your misplaced attempt. "Yeah obviously. That's exactly what your latest dark haired love interest looked like." Her sarcasm didn't leave much room for you to think about a come back as you sighed, again.

Claire seemed more deep in thought, looking at you with frowned eyebrows. "Aren't you into jocks anyway ? You always pick the golden retriever ball guy when you watch a serie."

"I am going to 'accidentally' put salt instead of suggar in both of your coffees."

Having finished all of the jocks drinks, you were quick to welcome a new costumer, leaving the traitors that worked with you do the 30 dollar worth of service. Claire was the one placing the drinks on the tables occupied by the eleven young men who couldn't stop talking about sports, muscles and girls. Her dark eyes curiously looked at the boy who caught your attention for a brief second, finding his gaze directed to your spot behind the counter as you prepared, yet, probably the hundredth coffee of the afternoon. A slight smile was discreetly written on her face when she wished a good time to the clients.

When she came back to you with glasses and cups she picked up from empty tables, she whispered to you. "Be discret, he's looking at you." Placings the dishes in the sink for you to clean, you were already cleaning some forks and plates a few more glasses wouldn't hurt, you looked up. Not as discret as you thought, you saw the profile of the only boy you could put a name on. You were about to drop your seconds of staring when his eyes met yours. Panicked, you didn't pond over your actions and quickly adverted your staring back on your current task.

A wide smile stretched Zed's features as he tried to hide it by running his hand over his face. One of the boy caught his act and teased him, only for Zed to divert his attention by highlighting how good the baverage tasted. He made a mental note to come more often, why not bring Zoey too sometimes.

However, the drinks would possibly not be the only reason why he'll come back.

☕. . .

Crossing path with Zed in college was harder than you thought. Well it was fair enough to say that every day had its own roller-coaster of stress and you weren't going to add more of it on top by searching a green haired boy that had the irritating power to make your heart flutter.

You weren't the kind of girl who would hit on a guy you found pretty, rather preferring to admire them from afar and earning a bunch of 'confident girl' advice from your friends and colleagues.

But right now, it wasn't important. If the all powerful universe wanted for you to see more of this specific jock, he would put his plan to work.

Your finger pressed the 'hot chocolate' button of one of the school vending coffe machine, a pleased expiration leaving your lungs. Chocolate was the solution to everything. The sugar in this specific drink from this specific machine, couldn't guess why but this machine made devine hot chocolate, always satisfied your taste buds and melted each one of your brain cells. Paradise in a cup.

In spite of that, your thoughts were cut short by a voice your brain still didn't quite memorized. So much for challenging the universe.

"A hot chocolate and not a coffee ?"

You almost felt your soul leave your body as Zed frame was standing right next to you. It took a second to recollect yourself and scold the angel who listened to your inner thoughts.

"I really hate the taste of coffee, plus, it makes me sleepy." Your hand grabbed the finished hot cup waiting in the machine.

"Is that even a thing ?"

"Apparently." Your met his eyes, a small, slightly nervous smile on your lips.

He stretched his back at you, his warm eyes soothing the nerves that tried to make you forget the ability to spoke and interact normally. He himself ordered a drink from the machine with a push of his finger. Your eyes couldn't help but acknowledge, he had very long hands.

He noticed your curiosity, answering a question that went in an unreachable part of your brain while you had shamelessly stared at his fingers.

"It's fake brain juice, don't ask me what's inside. You don't want to know."

Your eyes drifted to the cup, slowly being filled, then to Zed. "Let me guess, fake brain juice."

His voice found the perfect line between disbelief and comic sarcasm. "How do you know ?"

You blowed on your cup, still too hot for your sensitive lips. Zed took his own finished drink in his hand, gesturing then the cup in your direction.

"Do you want to taste ?"

You looked surprised. "Oh hm... Why not, but it might be too hot for me." You smiled sheepishly.

Cracking a joke about him being, also, too hot might be way too soon, Zed thought. Instead, he turned to pick up a disposable wooden spoon from a small box left on a poseur table next to the vending coffee machine. Filling the spoon with his drink of choice, he blowed a few times on it, before, after a second of deep thoughts, turning the handle in your direction. His fingers holding the spoon neck.

He couldn't possibly feed you with the spoon, even if it was his first thought. What would you think of him if he did ?

You thanked him with an almost silent and soft voice, your fingers taking the handle he had politely turned in your direction for you to take. You could feel your cheeks warming up at the thought of him being a gentleman on top of being charming, which made your 'no crush' resolution slowly dissolve has you tried to mentally patch the cracks.

You blowed a few times more on the hot spoon trying to make your delusion and impulsive thoughts go away with your exhales.

Once you tasted the now drinkable baverage, you frowned not understanding what flavor you just experienced.

"Surprised ?" Zed teased you, sipping his fuming hot fake brain juice.

"What on earth did I just drink ?"

"Was it bad ?" He started to wonder.

"No ! It was actually good. But I can't undertand what's in it."

His smile grew fonder and amused at your reaction. Was this your experience as a barista talking ? You surely had tasted a lot of drinks your work place offered to be this engrossed on the taste of this simple industrial juice.

"Glad to hear it, I'll let you try the bone flavor next time."

You bit your lips, did he just feed your delusion and brain for the next two months ?

"Our boss was thinking about starting to add drinks for zombies," Switching the subject to work helped you forget about a possible next time. "he made us try a bone flavored hot drink. And honestly, if bones really taste like this, I might just start eating some."

Zed blinked a few times, surprised by your words before exhaling a laughter he tried to quiet down.

"I am not sure you should actually try to do that."

His amused, warm smile made your stomach feel like a hundred buttterflies were teasing your inside with the tip of they wings. You started wondering how you would get out of this situation and brush off those unwanted feelings.

Zed noticed the corridor getting crowded, his eyes came back to yours.

"I'll see you later. Oh and I'll make sure to stop by and try the new recipes on the menu."

Your body came back to fonction when his feet made his frame move away from you. You followed his body with your eyes, waving back to him when he did, raising your voice in an unsure 'see you later'.

'I'll see you later.'

You felt your heart swell with a wave of cold and hot anticipation.

☕. . .

"You told him you'll just start to eat them ?" Sara's incredulous face stares back at you, frowning like she just heard the weirdest thing.

"It's not that bad... Is it ?" Your face tried to gain some reassurance from your coworkers.

"Depends on which 'bone' you were talking about." Claire shrugged with raised eyebrows, earning a desperate groan from you.

"Okay now you make me sound awful."

"But he laughed right ?" She explained. "It is, in fact, not that bad."

"I am sure that young man must have loved your sense of humor." A shaky and wise voice you knew like the back of your pocket made itself heard from the other side of the counter.

"Mister Ramos you should have stayed at your table." Claire gently scolded him.

"Oh but you girls talk are so much fun."

She took care of him, bringing him another drink and a pastry his greedy eyes caught in the dessert display case. Your throat rumbles again, frustrated you had to be such a dorky and embarrassing person. Behind you, Sara decided to drop the teasing while sipping on her coffee. Enjoying her break with you both. You were clearly letting this story fog your brain more than you would normally. Meaning, you were really interested in Zed.

Your attention was brought back by the carasteric sound of the tiny bell swinging from right to left after being pushed by the Cafe door. Your back straightened to welcome the costumer before your whole body came to a stop at the sight of green boyish hair and a warm contagious smile.

Zed blissfully exclaimed a big 'Hi' to the entire café before heading to the counter, in front of you.

"Hi." He now greeted you, only you.

You offered him an hesitant smile, happiness filling your core as well as stress tried to wreck your reasoning. "Hi."

He smiled to you before looking at the older girl behind you, nodding slightly his head to her. "Good afternoon Sara."

She nodded her own head to him, your eyes going back and forth between behind and in front of you. "You both know each other ?"

"I just came a few times, when you weren't on duty of course." He rolled his eyes to himself, of course he tried to stop by days ago the only hours you weren't working. How lucky of him. "And her name in on her name tag."

Of course it was, but you had to be oblivious to the same tag you almost saw every day. Reminding you that 'hey, my name isn't spelled with an H at the end.'

You shook your head to yourself, forcing your confidence to come back. "Yes, of course. I always forget we have these."

The slight sound made by Sara sipping on her drink told you enought of what she thought about your excuse.

You ignored her by wearing your friendliest smile. "So, what can I get you ?"

Zed seems to remember why he came here in the second place. No need to explain who the first place belongs to.

"I am down to try that hot bones'n'cream drink." His eyes scan the menu displayed way above your head, eyes filled with sparks of joy. "Is it really vanilla whipped cream on top ?"

His smile almost made you bit your lips, your heart shamefully feeling grateful of the cream flavor.

"It is."

"I feel like I am gonna love this."

"A vanilla lover huh ?" You teased as your eyes and finger flew over the register screen and selected Zed's desired drink.

"Are you not ?" He asked with a raise of his eyebrow.

"I mean, yes. But I am more of a raspberry kind of flavor girl."

You spoke up the price of his order, handing him the change when his hand offered you a banknote.

"It's not a bad flavor. Original at least from vanilla or chocolate." He breathed a chuckle you smiled at.

"I'll bring the order to you when it's finished."

"I'll wait for you then."

With a nod of his chinthat made his fluffly green hair move in the air, his feet took him to a single table where he was quick to wave at you when he arrived. You waved back, turning your back to search for everything you needed to start working. Except, you would have to, if Sara's eyes weren't on you with the pursiest lips.

You gave her a threatening look, which, didn't seem to scare her at all.

After a bunch of perfectly memorized movements and ingredients, you walked up to Zed's table drowning under notebooks and various notes, his order safely and royally standing tall on the plate in your hand.

"Here's for you." You succesfully found a spot to place the hot cup.

He immediately expanded the small area, pushing his books out of the way.

"Sorry for that. I have some biology to study and it's really a pain."

You were good in Biology, at least you liked to think so. Grades were definitely on your favor. Your thumbs nervously scratched the dark brown wood of the plate, wondering if your next word would be wise to say.

"If... You need, I would be glad to help."

Zed's eyes blinked, astonished, taking your words in before a bright, toothed smile took shape on his face.

"I mean yeah, I would really appreciate the help !"

"Okay, I'll be right back."

"You have a break ?"

"I, in fact, do." Your smile seemed to bring a twinkle of hope in his eyes.

You turned on your heels, and restrained yourself when wanting to throw the plate away when your frame made it to behind the counter, would make it faster but not easier to clean. So you simply placed it somewhere for Sara and Claire to use.

You worked yourself through the ingredients to make your favorite drink, at least to give you something to make yourself comfortable.

"We're switching breaks and you can't say no."

Your eyes meet Sara's who's coffee was long gone in her body system when you slided the tip a costumer gave you hours ago in the register. That would pay for your drink. She was about to ask you why the sudden change when her eyes instinctly glimpsed at Zed's spot, finding the zombie sneakily, or so he thought, peering at you.

A jovial smile tucked at her lips and she shook her head slightly, already pinning back her name tag on her shirt.

"Go get him girl." Was her green light to you.

Your barista name tag burried deep in your jean pocket and your drink tightly gripped in your hand, you went back to the jock's table.

Sitting beside him, he quickly showed you his latest lessons, went over the things that bothered his understanding and asked about the drink you brought with you.

"It's a bubble tea, black tea with milk."

"It's good ?"

"It's special. You have to be familiar with tea." You could see him peeping curiously at your cup. After tasting the flavor you love with the straw you added, you tilted your busy hand in his direction. "You want to taste ?"

His surprised eyes looked back at yours, searching for you approval. "Can I ?"

"If you don't drink the whole thing," You teased. "of course."

"Like I would ever do that."

He shook his head, thanking you for handing him your room temperature drink. Hips lips pressed around the straw and you could see the light brown liquid making its way into his mouth. A pleased sound escaped Zed as he looked at the plastic cup.

"That's acutally very good."

"I know right ?"

You playfully and happily took back your beloved beverage when he handed it back, immediately drinking from the straw without much thought.

You couldn't see, didn't notice Zed's eyes looking at the contact your lips made with the cardboard straw he just himself touched. He felt the obligation to look away while an ocean of saliva went down his throat. It was childish of him, high school level like romance to get embarrassed for this simple thing. But for some reason, it worked it's magic.

"How's yours ? You almost drank the half of it." Your chin pointed to the hot beverage almost done.

Sense came back to him like a wave. "It's exceptional. I need you to teach me how to do it."

Maybe you should be grateful for the extra whipped cream you added when you saw the gleefulness it created on his features.

"Professional secrecy. Can't give you our recipe just like that." You shrugged, your lips curled with trickiness

"Okay, then you'll have to do it for me."

"I think I can live with that."

Your words created a slight breathed chuckle he brushed away with a movement of his head.

You didn't mind, the idea of preparing again and again the beverages he would want to taste.

"Then," Zed's words interrupted your train of thoughts and you blinked at him. "Let me repay you by asking you out on a date."

A brain sucking surprise left you speechless, wondering if you just heard correctly what he just proposed to you. His brown eyes were quick to notice the effect he created, breaking his own spell with a warm voice.

"Only if you want to."

Your mouth opened and closed a few times, you couldn't let him hanging and miss your chance.

"I mean yes, yes totally."

The smile that grew on his lips showed the nervousness that was lift off his shoulders, and the victorious facial expression he tried to contain made a swirl of butterflies tickles the inside and out of your stomach. You could bet a smile like this one was only plastered on his face when winning the game of the year.

So, you took a mental note. To always fill to the brim Zed's order, and add an handful lot of whipped cream.

Well, at least a handful your coworkers won't notice.

. . .

HI LOVELY PEOPLE ! I hope the end doesn't feel rushed but U rrally strugled to finish this work TwT I hope you enjoyed !

[wolfhoundish]

to celebrate the trailer properly releasing this time, here's a lil drawing of zed and willa being hopelessly lost !! i'm so excited abt the fourth film :D i'm excited for willa interacting with the main cast too since we didn't get much between her and eliza + zed (as always, click for higher quality !!)

[aoitakumi8148]

𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓤𝓹 𝓐𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼, 𝓢𝓸𝓷... 𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓖𝓸 𝓦𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓤𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓷𝓮, 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓷...

𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃-𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝑒 ‹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓊𝓅› 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃? 𝐼𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 ‹𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃› 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝑔𝑜?

I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to dull the edge of it is what I have been doing since v.1. As if something has indeed been fragmented & this is the pain of my conscious life. And every time I travel the melodious/glamorous path of frenzy, every time I complete it, I am going to experience the same precious pain intensity, purity of pain/ecstasy. I am going to eventually be bound to this inmost/overwhelming awe, this vehement impulse to feel/fondle/kiss what is loved, to kneel down before it, to cuddle up to its heart, to recompense bliss with bliss... More and more. Neither the good boy nor I are free. I do not want to be free... free from... These bare feelings are ‹clawing› at the reconstructed interpretation of the organ inside me. The great minds will not know what they have done, neither will Anthony... It speaks louder-truer than anything, but the sounds are not obvious... Words. All I possess, this rich but poor instrument for... And you always do end up in the point where...

The aesthetic masterwork, perfused with the golden brilliance of authentic ideality x pierced with the darkest blade of bitter-salty inaccessibility, inevitability, impossibility.

Excruciation, pleasure, euphoria, art. Blended together. Find yourself... or lose yourself on this journey. Emotionally. Totally. An unparalleled effect... and the lulling sparkle the vessel has never actually had. Something in this body x mind has died, and I do not know if there is a way to accept it, to recover it. I have described the lesson of unprecedentedness I have learned, not the expected story of ‹insult-betrayal-contempt›. No one will ever f-g hear it. Not from me, not in this lifetime. / Loving extraordinary is merciless a priori, დ/დ become telepathic... & the severest trial ~ the unhealable wound ~ is to be a 𝓟 son without the cause to be... *If I have to detest many donkeys for a chance to protect one venerated Father figure, I will go for it.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝓀𝑒𝓅𝓉... 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎. 𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒸𝑒, '𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝑜𝑜. 𝐵𝑒𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊... 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒹𝑒𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈... 𝒮𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹. 𝒮𝑜 𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈...

While I am willing to imbibe all the anguish of the human I love, to ease his suffering, the loss of us is taking its toll on me irretrievably. I see him. I see what is inside him... & I am incapable of safeguarding it, saving it truly.

I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to put up with this gift is what I have been doing since v.1. The chest is ‹cut open› too deep, the fragility of the organ is exposed... Would you allow me to grow more flowers? I wanna do it... Because it is you, It has always been you. The one who has given us everything, endued me to the brim with the intimate fatherly affection that this organ never remembered. My eternal wish & exuberant price for humanity, the misunderstood nature. *What an odious irony. / I do not know if there is a way to recover what is gone.

I would sacrifice the lot to be with the human that needs me, needs to be healed, heals me. I would rip my core out but I cannot, the limitation of freedom. *Tell me that the ‹strings of abuse/child neglect/lies› are finally cut. Tell me to ‹celebrate›. Tell me that both 𝓟inocchio/I are wrong x naive, ‹fix› me. You have no f-g clue about it. / When it is written that your starving heart must be left half-empty & helpless... No freedom is scarier than this.

Affording harmony to the sapphire star that is going to fall away... The sentiment it deserves. All I have ever hankered for. & I am terrified of that my grandest instinct x fear will not grant any lasting peace to me.

Death will do our Sun-hugged family apart ~ but I will still be yours, for ever. The core has never felt as good x feverish as it does when with you... as astray x anxious as it does when deprived of you. I am not lying to you, I hold no resentment... Let me ‹feed on› the emotions of your heart... Even if it means your pain x my love turn the vessel inside-out & your love x my pain do the same. Not blurred, always remember. Always. If a masterpiece could be made into a masterpiece, I would prefer to share this fate. My bona fide mission, however, is not to allow anything to be in vain... Even if it hurts. ~ The atrophied ability to express love verbally has been ‹roused› again, in a fervidly devoted but preciously righteous way... The ‹lash› of despair, compulsion, dream, reality.

𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓂𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒦𝓇𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝑔𝑜. 𝐼𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃... 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈. 𝐿𝒪𝒫 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝟙/𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓁𝓅𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝓂𝓎 𝓋𝓊𝓁𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇.

...Take the whole meaning of this, its flavorful, pathetic, shameless, lonesome taste. Take it all, for it is all that is absolute. Teach me how to ‹merge› with it, the mortal desire of a puppet child, a human Mastro x a faceless observer like myself ~ & when the desire full of unexploited majesty is cutting off the oxygen to the lungs... True geniuses of any kind are among the silent. These eyeballs will not dry up, never fully. I have tried so many times to resist it, but why live if you repel what puts your ‹dehydrated› pieces together? I would spare no effort to keep them hot and uncurb what is being restrained... Nothing affects self-perception and ‹unmasks› the unconscious like sensation, nothing genuinely matters without it. / Shivering with cold, this body is burning. My atrophied reality in exchange for a moment of irrepressible happiness, agony, guiltless x not bottled up impulses ~ just a moment. It keeps consuming me without reserve. I do not need God. ✒

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

So uh, the pre patch 4 skin restoration mod still works...

[malthedreamer]

Cause once upon a time you could call the feeling between them love

I present you Lilith and Inarius in their more vulnerable moment, cause i believe that before it all ended in ruin they could find warmth and peace in each other

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

HAPPY ZOMBIES DAY EVERYONE!!!!!!!! I'm gonna throw up :)

I just took the background from the original picture bcuz I didn't feel like redrawing it or making my own. We love short cuts here

Also man u can really tell I lost steam by the time I got to Wynter...

[issela-santina]

Z-O-M-B-I-E-S makes better sense in a D&D lens because the movie has such a D&D attitude to its worldbuilding

oh you have united the zombies with the local humans and now you want to go to prom night? here's a werewolf tribe who need help retrieving their moonstone from the nuke plant that created the zombies!!!

so you have welcomed the werewolves into the town and you're excited about graduation? here's an alien invasion to discover your player character's true lineage!!!

oh so you're in college together and you want to go on a road trip? your VW gets flipped, you get lost in the woods, and discover two camps of warring vampire mages!!!

[headfullofgalaxies]

Art style study featuring the Persona art style! Specifically, the art style of the character art and covers, which have a more watercolor-esque style, rather than the black cell shading from some of the other art in the game.

I think I got the base sketch and lineart mostly right, but I had no clue what I was doing with the shading and rendering. I think what I ended up with was a close approximation, but it's not fully accurate.

If you want to see the full process, the speedpaint is under the cut.

[exceptional-z]

what’s everyone fav zombies song other than someday? i feel like mine might be unpopular

[mo-ok]

would you like a red boy? hold out your hand i'll give you a red boy 🥰

[castielsprostate]

ryan i am BEGGING you please understand the assignment with wolverine and PLEASE god PLEASE get andrew garfield

[toxic-garlic-fumes]

so I find out JUST now about this cybergrind "fog" feature lmao??

mayb Im stupid and it's always been there but hey now I know how fighting blind-folded with blood feels like!

anyway I tried it

i camt fucking see

[biitchcakes]

JESS & LOGAN .

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❝ But when you're LOST, YOU COME HOME. You don't run away. ❞