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This started as practice with speech movements, but I followed through with it until I had results I was happy with lol.

Featuring Daryl and Carol 🩶

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Finally finished my animatic "Wings"!

The song is Let Down by Radiohead.

Warning: It is sad, and also spoilers for season 9 of TWD.

Let's hope Tumblr doesn't kill the quality or timing

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10 people I would like to get to know better thanks for the tag @dixons-sunshine!!

Last song: Scared of the Dark by Boywithuke

Last book: One Second After by William R. Forstchen (highly recommend it!)

Last Movie: The last thing I watched was a documentary about Stan Lee (the film is called Stan Lee also). Excluding that it was Iron Man 2 :)

Last show: Family Matters

Last thing I googled: How to cut butterfly bangs at home (it turned out well lol)

Salty/sweet/spicy: while I love all of them, I do lean towards spicy foods :D

Favorite color: Teal and Yellow!

Looking forward to: There are a few exciting dates coming up in April, and I'm going to a convention in May :)

No pressure tags!!! Sorry if you have already done this or have been tagged @remnantsofsleep @enlightndone @lazyneonrabbitt @angelwings-crossbowstrings @shadowcitrine

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Music shuffle game

Rules: shuffle your "on repeat" playlist and post the top ten songs, tag your mutuals and friends :))

Thanks @dixons-sunshine and @angelwings-crossbowstrings for the tags!!

MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT by Elley Duhé

Remember this by NF

Good People by Poor Mans Poison

forwards beckon rebound by Adrianne Lenker

Hey there Delilah by Plain White T's

Little Lion Man by Mumford and Sons

IDGAF by Boywithuke and Blackbear

Judas by Lady Gaga

Midnight Thoughts by SadBoyProlific

It'll be Okay, Octavias song from Helluva Boss

No pressure tags!! ((I'm going to attempt not to tag ppl who have already done this or have been tagged in it))

@remnantsofsleep @snailss @enlightndone @deansapplepie @lazyneonrabbitt @shadowcitrine

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3, 13, 56

Ask game!

Thanks for the asks!! ❤️

3: my hair is light brown, and is waist length :)

13: I'm currently very happy with where I live right now, but seeing a big city and traveling to another country is on my bucket list for sure.

56: Hm... I have a funny story for this.

My family and I had recently gotten chickens, and while my mother and I were out in the coop at night, one of the chickens decided to caw/chicken scream in my ear. At the time I had expected chicken noises to be limited to the traditional "bawk bawk" but no, chickens make a wide range of noises, including a sound that I can only describe as someone screaming in the distance lol.

My first big roller coaster made me scared out of my wits, too.

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ask game

1. whats your favorite thing in your room?

2. how tall do you wish you were?

3. what color is your hair?

4. whats a rare fear that you have?

5. are you single?

6. has your heart ever been broken?

7. what was your favorite thing as a kid?

8. favorite coping mechanism?

9. whats your favorite love language?

10. how often do you get nervous?

11. if you had three wishes, would you use them?

12. if you could be fluent in any language which one would it be?

13. where do you wish to live?

14. what’s something surprising about you?

15. when did you last shower?

16. when did you first join tumblr?

17. do you want any tattoos? if so, where, what, and why?

18. whats the most prominent dream youve had?

19. whats your dream job?

20. whats your ideal date?

21. what do you wish you could do better?

22. what country would you live in if you could?

23. whos the best person you know?

24. have you ever walked into something you shouldnt have?

25. whats your favorite holiday?

26. when have you been most embarrassed?

27. whats your favorite halloween costume?

28. what are you best at?

29. do you know how to tie your shoes?

30. do you have siblings?

31. if you could know one thing about the future what do you wanna know?

32. whats a dealbreaker for you?

33. whats your favorite current class?

34. how many people have you dated?

35. how often do you wash your hair?

36. do you daydream? what about?

37. where do you go to be alone?

38. which parent do you like more?

39. whats the one standard you hold yourself to?

40. whos voice do you enjoy?

41. if you could announce one thing to the world what would it be?

42. whats one thing you wanna do but havent yet?

43. what do you wish you never did?

44. do you believe in life after death?

45. do you prefer book over movie?

46. whats your favorite season?

47. whats your favorite time of day

48. do you have a beloved stuffed animal?

49. whens a time you wish you acted differently?

50. what’s something you wish that you never bought?

51. do you have your own room?

52. whats your favorite book?

53. who’s someone you hate?

54. whats your best hottake?

55. whats your favorite game?

56. whens a time you felt real genuine fear?

57. are you a morning person?

58. do you drink enough water?

59. how different are you from the little kid you used to be?

60. do you enjoy tumblr?

61. have you ever had a tumblr experience that made you wanna delete the app?

62. whats your least favorite game?

63. were you a markiplier fan?

64. how do you respond to compliments?

65. whats something that would make you fall in love?

66. do you believe in marriage?

67. do you have a crush on someone?

68. do you like tumblr?

69. were you a voltron stan?

70. whats your favorite ship?

71. whats your favorite song?

72. do you like loud crowds?

73. have you ever created conflict on purpose?

74. how do you sleep?

75. do you bite your lips?

76. do you use chapstick?

77. do you have any pets?

78. what color are your eyes?

79. what’s something you wish you could change about yourself?

80. have you ever had surgery?

81. whats your least favorite animal?

82. whats something that youre really bad at?

83. do you have an sqishmellows?

84. do you enjoy fast food?

85. do you like soda?

86. what grade are you in?

87. do you wear any jewelry?

88. what socials do you use?

89. whats your lowest grade in school right now?

90. whats the latest youve stayed up till?

91. did you ever have bangs?

92. what trends did you hate?

93. whats your favorite item of clothing?

94. do you like dinosaurs?

95. whats your opinion on body hair?

96. whats your least favorite time?

97. do you make a wish at 11:11?

98. do you have your phone on military or regular?

99. have you ever been to church?

100. are you lgbtq?

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THIS IS SO CUTEEEEEEE!!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! ❤️

The Depths Of Slumber | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Summary: After months of living on the road and being forced to sleep with one eye open, the prison came along and blessed you with a chance to get some actual sleep. However, your brain being hardwired to be in survival mode made it hard to stay asleep, but thankfully, Daryl was there to offer you his help.

Genre: Fluff.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 634

A/N: Requested by @dixondystopia. Hope you like this, angel!

The prison was silent. No sounds of walkers or any other dangers could be heard. The group had all claimed a cell, bunking together for extra security. The same could be said for you and Daryl. Well, you hadn’t chosen a cell. The two of you were sharing the perch for the time being, but it was perfect. It was safe. You could get the rest you needed.

So why couldn’t you get your mind to switch off? Why couldn’t you drift into the slumber that you wanted—needed—so desperately?

You sighed in frustration and turned on your other side as your brain made you jolt awake for what felt like the millionth time since you kicked your shoes off and lay down on the flimsy mattress with your partner. Months on the road, sleeping with one eye open and running from place to place with barely any rest had finally taken its toll on you, but in the worst way possible. Now that you could finally get some much needed time in dream land, your brain wouldn’t let you.

“Quit movin’, woman,” Daryl grumbled as he buried his face into the rather sad excuse for a pillow, his eyes closed tightly.

You pursed your lips and looked at him over your shoulder. “Sorry,” you apologized, feeling guilty for keeping the archer from his own much needed rest.

Daryl hummed and said nothing for a moment, and you figured he had fallen asleep. However, he spoke up again, his voice gruff and laced with tiredness. “Can’t sleep?”

You hesitated for a moment, before sighing again. “Yeah,” you admitted, turning over to face him properly. “My brain won’t let me.”

The archer slowly opened his eyes to peer at you, his ocean-coloured eyes flickering over your face for a few seconds. “S’rude of it. Want me to beat it up?”

You laughed quietly at the unexpected joke. “If it helps me fall asleep, then sure. Go ahead.” Your words were punctuated by a yawn, one that had tears filling up in your eyes that you wiped away before they got mistaken for you crying. One that showed just how exhausted you were.

Daryl let out a huff of breath and turned on his back, before opening his arms in invitation. “C’mon.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What?”

“Jus’ c’mere before I change my mind,” he said, rolling his eyes and resisting the urge to smile when you eagerly moved into his embrace, resting your head on his chest.

You breathed in his scent, closing your eyes as you basked in his comfort. His arms wrapped around you, keeping you close against him. You closed your eyes and buried your face into his chest, humming in contentment when he slipped his hand beneath your shirt and gently began raking his blunt nails over your back.

“Good?” he asked, his voice surprisingly soft.

You nodded and could already feel the depths of slumber tugging at your eyes again. “Mhm.” You were a little surprised by this act, but you didn’t dare question it. Not when it was helping your mind turn off and made it feel like you would finally be able to get some sleep.

“Get some sleep,” he whispered, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head.

“Planning on it.”

Those were the last words uttered between the two of you. Although sleep didn’t overcome you instantly, the steady thumping of Daryl’s heartbeat, mixed with the way his chest moved up and down with his breaths and the soothing scratching on your back helped you get there. And when you were pulled under, this time, you didn’t jolt awake.

The last thing you remembered before succumbing to the darkness was Daryl pressing a kiss to your temple and whispering something to you, words you didn’t quite hear.

And then nothing.

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Hehe thanks for the tags!! :)

Little to no chance...

Except maybe Scud again lol

Idk who all has been tagged, buuuuut @remnantsofsleep

You: If we're gonna date, you may have to defeat my seven fictional exes. Them: ...seven fictional exes? You: Yeah Them: ...fictional. Is that seriously a thing? You: you can say no. Them: What do I have to do? Tear up a book? *laughs* Okay! You: Don't say I didn't warn you...

so the question is...who are your seven fictional exes?

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I LOVE THISSSS

Writing is amazing as always! ❤️

Not An Invitation: Daryl Dixon & Fem!Reader

Full title: This is not an invitation (fuck you mean you need it?)

Summary: Shane never knew when he wasn't welcome in someone's space, and he was often invading yours. After one time too many, a certain archer comes to your defense. Inspired by the song 'Invitation' by Ashnikko.

Era: Season 2, Greene Farm

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: No use of y/n, swearing, Shane being a major-league creep

“I told you to leave me alone,” you protested. The anger you’d been able to keep at bay thus far threatened to bubble over, simmering just below boiling point under the surface. You were usually the more relaxed one in the group—calm, level-headed, and rational. You hated confrontation and aimed to avoid it at all costs. But you’d had enough.

Shane took a liking to you from the moment you arrived at the farm. He’d often find ways to get close to you, even if what he was supposed to be doing was nowhere near where you were. You’d told him to scram on more than one occasion, usually under the guise of needing to scamper off to do your chores.

One thing about Shane, however, was that he didn’t know how to take no for an answer.

“All I said was you’re lookin’ good today,” he repeated. With an eye roll heavy enough to nearly roll your head back with it, you rose from your spot on the porch and started walking away, knowing the asshole deputy was close behind.

“That isn’t all you said, and you know that,” you snapped, not so much as turning your head back to look at him as you kept walking. He’d said far more than just that, as he often did. His other commentary made your stomach churn, and it was enough for you to not ever think of repeating it.

“C’mon, it’s just a little harmless fun,” he sighed, picking up his pace to catch up to you. You swallowed hard and kept your eyes on the field in front of you. The only one having fun in this situation was him.

“Hardly call it harmless,” you scoffed. You heard him catch up to you, but before he could get close enough to reach for your arm, he was, as he would have put it, “rudely interrupted.”

Your saving grace approached from your peripheral, slipping past you without a word to confront the man on your heels. He stood between you, not quite completely shielding you from Shane’s prying eyes, but close. You couldn’t see, but you pictured his beautiful, piercing baby blues searing through Shane. It brought a hint of a smile to your face to know that, of all people who could’ve come to your defense, the handsome archer was the one.

Daryl Dixon was the quietest one of the group, often keeping to himself in his tent on the outskirts of your makeshift campsite. You’d heard him equated to a feral dog, minus the possible rabies. He was more than just a little rough around the edges, but you saw right through it. You knew there was more to the man behind the crossbow.

Shane had taken a liking to you, but you had taken a liking to Daryl.

“Think she said to back off,” Daryl cut in. You looked up at him. eyes traveling from his chestnut locks to his broad shoulders and up to the beads of sweat forming on the back of his neck. Some would say it was from the heat. Others might say it was from anger.

“Don’t think I was talkin’ to you, Dixon.” Having been a cop in the old world, Shane was used to bossing people around without any back talk. His voice was rigid, sharp enough to slice through anyone who got in his way. Except for Daryl.

“Dun’ think she was wantin’ to talk to ya,” he repeated, more stern this time. He held his crossbow firmly in his hands, 

You’d never seen him use it on anyone in the group

When Daryl didn’t so much as flinch, Shane took one last look at you before walking off, his tail between his legs. You hadn’t realized that every muscle in your body tensed up, but the moment Shane was out of sight, you relaxed, quickly steadying yourself. Once you did, you went to turn to Daryl, but during your moment of unsteadiness, he’d pondered off. You would just have to thank him later.

Later that afternoon, after all your work had been completed, you wandered over to Daryl’s tent, half-expecting him to not be there. Yet there he was, carving a stick into a bolt for the thousandth time. You ran a hand through your hair to brush it out of your eyes before gathering the courage to get close enough to talk to him. Once you were only a few feet away, he looked up at you, those gorgeous pools of blue making your heart stop.

This was the closest in proximity you two had ever been while alone.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to spook you,” you said, your voice timid in comparison to your usual confidence. You had no evidence that you’d spooked him, but you were nervous, and not knowing what else to say to start the conversation, that’s what came out.

“Dun’ get spooked,” he replied, focusing his attention back on the stick in his hands. The movements of his knife were fluid, easy, like he’d done it so many times, he could do it in his sleep. It was simultaneously attractive and terrifying.

“I, umm…” your voice trailed off, the whole monologue you’d prepared in your head being dwindled down to two simple words as your nerves took over, “thanks, Daryl.”

He looked back up at you again. “For what?”

“For earlier,” you explained, “for what happened with Shane.” You lowered yourself slowly, hesitantly, as if you were still deciding whether or not to sit down despite doing so. You made sure to keep your distance as to respect his personal space.

“Wasn’t nothin’,” he assured, pausing his handiwork, “asshole’s bein’ a creep. Someone had to put ‘em in his place.”

A small smile graced your lips. “Well, if meant a lot to me.” He simply nodded and continued what he was doing, but you weren’t finished. “He said a lot worse, y’know? You just weren’t around for that.”

Daryl’s gaze scanned over you, like he was trying to read between the empty spaces of your words, eager for more details but not pressing. He’d known Shane for far longer than you had, and he was well-aware of the kind of shit he’d said to women in the past. The thought of him saying such vile things to you made him sick, but he kept his expression stoic, same as always.

You echoed your earlier words, your voice thick with emotion. “So…thank you.”

“Dun’ mention it,” he reassured. For a brief moment, you thought you’d caught a glimpse, a tiny hint, of a smile from the archer. However, it was so quick, almost like a glitch, and you couldn’t be sure.

“Do you mind if I stay here for a while? I don’t exactly feel like going back to the others yet,” you confessed. 

“Long as ya promise to be quiet,” he teased, “had enough yappin’ from Sheriff Shithead already.”

You chuckled softly and dropped your gaze for a moment before meeting his again. For a brief moment, his heart stopped, taking in the stunning sight and sound in front of him. Your laugh was like music to his ears. “I can do that.”

The silence between you was soft, comfortable, the only sounds around you being the birds in the trees and his knife scraping across yet another stick. And you sat just like that for hours, not bothered that barely a word was exchanged.

General taglist: @raddydaddydude @lovenormandixon @angeldemoncrowley @negansbestie @holdmytesseract @dixons-sunshine

GIF and copyright below by me, sparkle dividers by @anitalenia

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Y/n: truth or dare?

Daryl: truth

Y/n: kiss me

Daryl: aight, comme'er

*A few moments later*

Glenn: you didn't even chose dare

Daryl: well, I TRULY wanted to do that, so it still counts

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I gave in and finally started a Go Fund Me.

I’m desperate at this point. You’ll find the whole story within the fundraiser.

Life is a mess.

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Art🤍

Carol and Daryl

Commission: Quarters of the undead one and two

Commission: Shopping spree hangout dreams

Commission: Angelwings-crossbowstrings

Lizzy♡She/They♡

--Here for anything TWD

--I draw, sometimes write

--Dms are open if you are interested in art commissions

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Daryl and Carol, the iconic duo 💖

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Got this as a Christmas gift from @dixondystopia. It’s absolutely beautiful! Thank you so so much for this. It made my rather crappy Christmas so much better 💜

Vec (on the left) belongs to @thevegandarkelf. Georgie (the right) belongs to me.

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Mutuals, followers, homies, our loyal Quarters of the Undead readers/lovers, everyone…

Stop what you’re doing and come look at this right now

@dixondystopia made this STUNNING artwork of our little angels! Massive thank you to her because she crushed it 🖤

We’ve got Vec and Scud on the left & Georgie and Daryl on the right.

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

Tagging our QOTU people cause I’m sure y’all will love this 🖤

@ripleyswife @gothic-pumpkin @weirdoneattheparty @holdmytesseract

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I’m just gonna go scream into the void about how absolutely perfect this is and about how much I love this because HOLY CRAP, I LOVE THIS! IT’S SO AMAZING, LIKE WHAT? Vec and Georgie were captured so beautifully! And don’t even get me started on Scud and Daryl because we’ll be here all day lol.

This is honestly so amazing and I will be thinking of this forever (it is already my discord profile picture because it’s amazing and deserves to be seen. Honestly might make this my profile picture everywhere.)

Thank you for this beautiful artwork, @dixondystopia. This truly is so amazing and awesome and so much more 💜

(also, side note. Georgie ((woman on the right) actually looks super similar to me! Like, if her eyes were blue-green, that would be me and I absolutely love that little fact lol.)

Georgie belongs to me.

Vec belongs to @thevegandarkelf.

QOTU taglist: @ripleyswife @gothic-pumpkin @weirdoneattheparty @holdmytesseract @negansbestie (Comment/inbox/DM me or Taylor to be added/removed!)

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Remnants of Rain

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Chapter one

Camp, 12:04 PM

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"Raine! You in here?" A familiar Voice called, It was peppy and cheerful, Likely belonging to Annabelle

"Yeah, I'm in here" Raine called back, Closing the old tattered journal they'd found awhile ago, they hadn't done much in it beside sketch a few Squirrels back when they found the Silos, "whats up?"

Annabelle giggled a little, a sound thats slowly becoming more common, they remembered back when all of this first happened, she hadn't laughed or giggled for months "Just coming to Check on my favorite leader, let you know that Lunch is ready and that Father Thomas is looking for you" the teen chirped, A softer smile on her face

"Is that so? Any ideas as to why?" The elder asked, getting up from their Makeshift bed, tucking the journal into their satchel for later usage

"He didnt say, Only that he wanted to talk to you." Annabelle replied, walking with Raine into the Main area of the partially ruined building, "it didn't seem super urgent though."

"Thats good, we can cross off Hunters finding us" Raine agreed, looking around at the camp, it was doing way better then in the old places they had hidden. It had been almost empty, A few Turtles but they weren't too hard to lead away

Annabelle nodded, brushing a curl behind her ear, "I'm glad we found this place" she spoke, before Adding I'm tired of running and fearing for my life every second." Raine knew she was trying to be Positive, Between the hours of Travel, Running from the Monsters out there and Nearly dying, she and everyone else were ready to settle somewhere and attempt to make something of the new normal

"We'll keep this a Safe place." They promised, placing a hand on her shoulder. "If things go according to plan, we won't have to worry about any of it."

Annabelle nodded, A comforting thought to her, "anyway, You have things to do, and I have Lunch to help serve." She emphasized, Gently punching their shoulder

"See you at Lunch?" They asked

"See you then Rai." She chirped before parting ways and heading for an upper level

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Eastern Roof remander, 12:04

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"There's a chill in the Air" Sophie muttered to herself, Rubbing her hands together and Blowing on them to warm them, Autumn was coming, That much was clear, The Remaining Trees in the area were losing the leaves they had left-

Two hands covered her eyes "Guess who?" Came a familiar Usually stern voice, It was softer now, and less threatening

"Alice. I know its you." Sophie replied, taking the Other woman's hands into her own cold ones, "you aren't exactly the most stealthy"

"No, I'm stealthy as hell. You just have good hearing." Alice retorted, wrenching her hands free of Sophie's, "Good Lord, Ever heard of Gloves? We have some you know."

"Oh yeah? Well, Gloves Snag, and I'd rather not get caught on something when it counts" She pointed out, Shaking her head a bit, "besides, My hands were made for Winter weather"

"And mine aren't?" The Blonde asked, Putting a hand over her heart as though offended

Sophie shook her head quickly "No, no thats not what I meant-" she blurted out, Crossing her hands in an X formation before she paused, hearing the most angelic sound

Alice was laughing

Really laughing, not that fake laugh, but a Genuine laugh..

"I know, I was just pullin your leg Soph" Alice teased, Smiling happily as she looked out over the view, "We gotta work on that, you know."

Sophie nodded, tearing her eyes away to look back at the View, "Of course. There's alot we have to work on" she responded, a soft sigh escaping her, "And not just with me. With other people too. Farm's gotta get set up fully, Hunting's coming up, Storage has to get prepped for that."

Alice hummed in acknowledgement, "That's true. Good thing it isn't just us looking after things." She chirped, looking back at the Other woman, before heading back towards the Stairs, "there's other people to help. Don't overwork yourself."

"You sound like Raine." Sophie grumbled, Leaning on her hand, It was cold again, She'd have to make another fire.

"Well, Sometimes your twin has some good ideas." Alice commented, Sass heavy in her tone

"I can't argue with you on that." Sophie replied, Chuckling softly, "although if you aren't careful, you may find yourself acting more like them."

"As if! I'm just reminding you of what They've told Me several times Missy." Alice teased playfully, Shaking her head as she waved, opening the door to the stairs, "Be safe, Okay? I'd hate for this to be our last time chatting."

"Yes ma'am." Sophie muttered, glancing behind her to watch the other woman leave, before turning her gaze back to the View yet again

A few more hours till Trade off

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Old food court, Second floor. 12:30PM

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Raine trudged passed the remains of former stores that were long since Abandoned, remnants of clothes and old bottles of product littering the floor, Heading into the Food court, Where the Group usually held a form of school for the youngsters, They had an Idea that Father Thomas would be here.

And just like they suspected

The older nearly Gray haired Man stood in front of a few tables, he was setting out a few pieces of scrap paper and a few crayons he found among the ruins, humming a soft tune in that deep melodic voice of his

"Father" Raine stated, Informing the older man of their arrival, "Annabelle told me you were looking for me?"

"That i was." He replied, still as calm as ever, "Do you have any clue as to why I may have called for you?"

"No Father, I haven't the faintest Clue." They answered, a Slight shake of their head confirming the truth about their answer, "why did you call for me? You usually don't, Especially if it's something you can handle yourself"

Father Thomas turned to face them, A soft smile settled on their face, That smile felt like one a Parent would give their child, "I have a Small request for you" he informed, sliding his hands into the pockets of his Black Suit jacket, "It may seem simple but I assure you, It likely won't be"

Raine nodded, their eyes holding a hint of concern now, "Whats this request?" They asked, furrowing their brows, They were airing on the side of Caution. Father Thomas has always been.. Secretive, for Lack of a Better word. "I'm sure we can handle it"

"I need you to get me something from the nearby Town"

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And that does it for this Chapter, Thank you all for Tuning into the Very first Chapter of this story <3 I hope you have a Lovely day/night!

Until next time Bumblebees

-CC