#( ic; nisha )

[legendaryskeletonpicklewolf]

Pre-Sequel: Unused Shut Up Voicelines

[ms-nishakadam]

This would have been so great! 😩

[parameddic]

@hvndredstories

TK didn't like the way that guy was looking at him. At Nikolai. This was incorrect for a number of reasons, the most prominent of which was who wouldn't look at Nikolai like that sometimes? C'mon. Jealousy was one thing but TK had to be, like, reasonable. And Nikolai wasn't even flirting back. He could have. TK didn't have some weird claim to him. They'd had the hard discussion and agreed that they...

But Nikolai wasn't responding to this guy's advances the way he'd responded to TK when TK had first met him. That didn't give him the lick of satisfaction he might have expected, if this had been years ago (less steady than he was, now), but it did... he thought... the feeling was just that same general fondness for Nikolai. TK was not competing, he didn't need to. They were them. That wasn't going anywhere.

Nikolai threw him a glance, so he caught TK watching across the bar, stroking a thumb through the condensation on his glass, smiling a little, fond. Nikolai wanted help with this guy, said his help-me face.

TK made a point of 'thinking about it' -- did he have anything better to do? -- but he soon pulled away from the bar. There were not a lot of better things to do than go say hi to Nikolai across a crowded bar.

"Hi, Nisha." TK snaked an arm through Nikolai's, free hand coming to rest in the crook of Nikolai's elbow. A claiming motion. TK locked eyes with the guy whose shot with Nikolai had been deteriorating for all of the five minutes they'd been interacting: "Who's this?" Introduce him.

[fxtelism-moved]

“You should look at these tits.”

“Adorable, aren’t they?~”

[kerra-and-company]

I don’t know why this is what my brain decided to think about, but I can’t stop thinking about my characters and the different versions of angry you get with each of them--especially Kerra, Cyp, and Nisha.

Kerra, at her angriest, will show every single bit of it. Whether it’s on the battlefield or in an official chamber of some kind, you’re going to get the bared-teeth-smile Kerra, full of fire with hard violet eyes who will absolutely tear you to shreds--with words or weapons or both. She can be subtle. She’s a diplomat. She’s a spy. But in that much anger? No way in hell is it anywhere close to subtle.

Cyp, on the other hand, is cold and vicious when he’s angry. In my main ‘verse, he’s far from an expert at cutting with words, but with weapons, including his mind? Definitely. He can tear you to shreds with what he’s feeling on the inside, or what he’s felt before, and look at you with the stone-cold glare of someone who, beyond anything else, is certain you deserved it.

Nisha is a third case entirely. Xe spent so much of xyr early life trying to be strong, to be in control, to be what was expected, and so xe never fully let xemself get into a position to figure out what xyr anger at that level would look like. But when that did happen later down the line, the times Nisha’s been at xyr angriest have been a combination of anger and grief. Claw Island was one instance, where xe tore into Risen after Risen after Risen with a stony face but fiery eyes. And the second was on the spire at Skimshallow Cove--a completely reckless attempt to chase and kill a god for who he’d just taken from xem. Nisha’s anger is more of a storm than anything else.

[birdcagcd]

@afflatui​ said: laby hugs nisha BACK!!!

unprompted | -

-- Nisha can’t help but giggle as smaller arms wrap around her torso in return. “ finally softened up a bit? “ she asked, tilting her head, squeezing the smaller form in her arms. 

she wasn’t very good with.. actually comforting. in the past, she’d always just rather just.. take the sad emotions. rather than let them process and work through them together. ( she just couldn’t bare seeing Laby so sad. )

-- “ it’s okay. “

[vixlenxe]

👌👌👌

SEND ME 👌 IF YOUR MUSE WOULD BANG MINE(was given context afterwards, it's for Violent Violet)

She'd say she's surprised that someone she doesn't even know wants to fuck her...

... expect she's not.

[gravityvampire]

FUCKIN TACKLES NAOMI-- ((Here have a Nisha after ten thousand years))

|| 🌙 ||: ❝ Nisha!! ❞

Ope and there she goes getting tackled- but thankfully gravity powers keep them both from hitting the ground and instead they just float back. Oh yes she is hugging her girlfriend so tight!

|| 🌙 ||: ❝ I've missed you! H-How are you doing- where have you been!? ❞

[liecoris]

❓ ❓ (to Trie and Nisha)

»» @fctedivided

「For Trie。。。 dashing and for Nisha。。。 alluring。」

【 first word that crosses Mukuro's mind when she thinks about your muse(s) 】 ♡ 【 accepting 】

[happypopcornprincess]

The Heartbreak Prince - Chapter Six

Warnings: Major Spoilers for Top Gun (1986) and Top Gun: Maverick (2022)

Word count - 2.3K

A/N - Angst, angst, angst, ANGST!!!! That's it. *I'm sorry :(*

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Saturday

“…Miss Bagchi?”

Nisha’s eyes focused again on the girl sitting before her, staring at her in confusion.

“Yes, Sinopa?”

"I just wanted to know what you thought about supervising my project for my final year. You just grew quiet suddenly. Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine Sinopa. No worries.” Nisha laughed nervously and straightened up in her chair.

“Okay,” she smiled and got up from her chair, “I’ll mail you the project details then.” As Sinopa exited her office, Nisha saw how excited she was, probably overwhelmed by having a project supervisor.

A sad smile spread on her face, rewinding back years ago to watch Bradley do the same on his 18th birthday.

They cleaned the entire house for a birthday party. He refused a party at first, but Elena and her friends wanted one, so he agreed. Ice and Maverick flew in from Miramar. That might be the only positive thing that girl ever did in her life. This is because cleaning the house with Maverick, Ice, and herself made him come back.

The sunshine boy, her Sunny.

She heard his laughter after months. Maverick and Ice started a water fight in the garage while washing his Bronco. This ended up with all four drenched and soapy.

She shook herself out of the memory. Whatever happened in the past didn’t matter anymore.

-/-/-/-/-/-

The west coast sunset was as beautiful as the day Bradley saw them for the first time.

He swam in the shallow water, watching the sun disappear on the horizon. The water was cold as ice, and the clouds overhead approaching the beach were a welcome relief from the heat.

He had turned to the beach for answers since his Miramar posting. With everything going on in his life right now, the only thing that could clear his mind was a swim in the infinite ocean.

He called Nisha countless times and texted her to ask if she was okay. She hadn’t replied to anything. She was the only thing he could think about. It had been forever, but he was too dumb to realize that.

He swam to the shore, where he had left his belongings, carefree as the beach was empty of visitors on this stretch. As he got dressed, the wind blew hard and he shivered. He looked around the sand stretch and noticed someone sitting far away.

The flowy skirt, and her hair blowing in the wind, her eyes locked on the horizon.

Nisha.

-/-/-/-/-/-

The bottle was almost empty. The familiar burn of whiskey on her tongue did little to calm her down.

She had sworn off alcohol since moving to Miramar, but one phone call from her parents was enough for her to return.

Silent tears ran down her eyes thinking about her parents back in India, and how they handled her broken engagement, even after so much time had passed. Shame, ruthless comments from relatives, the shunning from the whole town for rejecting 'The Maheshwaris.'

Her mother cried on the phone, and her father refused to talk to her. They wanted her to get a job in India. With her qualifications, it would have been easy. But she could not go, leave San Diego. It was one place that felt like home after so long. She hadn’t told them why.

She doesn’t want to think about the reason right now. She wants peace.

“Nishi?”

Oh, how unlucky this day could get!

She turned to the source, and it was Bradley Bradshaw standing right next to her.

She attempts to get up, but stumbles, her head spinning from alcohol effects. If it wasn’t for Bradley, she would have fallen face-first into the sand. He grabs her arm and steadies her, his touch gentle and caring. She stares into his eyes for a moment before pushing him away. “Go away, Bradshaw.”

He straightened her up easily. “So, we’re on a last-name basis now? Great!” He grumbled, looking down at the bottle. He struggled to keep her upright. "You're drunk?” His grip tightened on her arm.

“Uh, huh?" Nisha mumbled, reaching out for what was left in the bottle.

Bradley took it away, “Nisha, why are you drinking?”

“-oh my god! I’m thirty-four for fuck’s sake Bradley, I can drink as much as I want!” Nisha staggered back, trying to get out of his death grip on her arm.

“Nisha, come on!” He dropped the bottle to hold her steady.

Nisha pushed him away. “You idiot!” she screamed. “That was expensive!”

/-/-/-/-/-/

Bradley had never seen her like this. He had no idea what to do. She was alone, and it was getting dark with storm clouds overhead. And there was no way she could go back to her house being this drunk out of her mind.

“Nisha, listen to me,” he tried to hold her hand, but she repelled him, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Nisha, listen-“

“Let. Me. Go!" she growls, walking away from him.

He ran after her. “What’s wrong? Talk to me, Nisha, please."

She didn’t even look at him. “I don’t want to.”

Bradley spoke up, his heart racing up at the way she was acting. “Nisha I’m here! Talk to me!”

Nisha stopped hearing this.

She turns to look at him, with teary eyes and her face etched with hurt and betrayal, she speaks, “Bold of you to say that.”

As much as he tried not to, Bradley felt anger rising in his throat. “Nisha, let’s get you home.”

She laughs humourlessly, “Yeah, no thanks.”

“Nishi…”

Angrily pointing at him, she shouted, “You don’t have any right to say that,” Before walking away, she said, “You don’t have any right to say that.”

She sobs, "You left. Bradley. You left and never looked back. You don’t get to drop into my life out of nowhere and ask to take me home.”

Bradley had been dreading this inevitable conversation for days. He breathed nervously, “I had nothing left back in Virginia…”

“You had me!” Nisha screamed out, “You had me, Sunny. Okay. You had me, and Dad, and Mom, you had us.” She sniffled.

The wind picked up, and Bradley was frozen looking at her.

“Ever since you helped me on the first day of freshman year I have been there. I was there at every game, every test, every time you fell sick, every time you lost, I was there Bradley.” She cried on. She has been by his side through all the ups and downs, supporting him every step of the way. She has been there to encourage him when he needed it most and to console him when he faced setbacks.

Bradley felt his face heat up, his heart beating fast with an ache in his throat.

“I told you not to go out with Elena. I told you so many times and you called me paranoid.” Nisha wiped off her tears and continued, “And I was still there when she left.”

“I missed Carol.” the ache in his throat grew as he heard his mother’s name. Bradley wanted to speak up but could not, “She was my mentor. I cried and cried for days and tried to make you cry too because you needed to. And when you finally did, I was there.”

His mind told him her words were influenced by alcohol, they meant nothing. However, his heart, his heart took over his senses and cried, “Why?” He screamed. “Why Nisha? Why did you...” He stopped abruptly, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Because I love you, Bradley! I love you.” Nisha screamed out.

A cold wind blew their hair in all directions as the first drops of rain fell, and soon they were drenched in rain. She breathed heavily, and even though it was dark, he could see tears falling from her face. Her hair was stuck to her face, and for a second he saw the bubbly seventeen-year-old girl who was his light at the end of the tunnel.

“Nisha…” he tried to speak up, but she continued, “And no matter how hard I tried not to… I still do.”

Bradley’s vision blurred. He stepped towards her, but she staggered back again, “Don’t…” but before she could say further, her vision blurred, and she passed out seconds before he could catch her. Bradley quickly caught her and laid her down on the ground. He wiped away her tears gently before he closed his eyes and cried silently. He had never seen her so vulnerable before.

/-/-/-/-/-/-/-

“Come on Nishi pick up the goddamn phone!” Eric paced through the living room, looking outside at the weather worsening. Rain hit the windows at full force, the howling wind sending shivers down his spine.

He contemplated calling the University to ask about, and was seconds away from doing so before the doorbell rang. He ran to the door and opened it to give her a piece of his mind but instead, he was face to face with Rooster.

It took Erin a while to register him standing on his doorstep with Nisha on his side, hanging from his arm.

"Hi." Bradley says, adjusting Nisha to his side.

“Rooster?” Erin recognized the regular at the bar instantly and wasted no time taking Nisha’s other hand and carefully guide them to her room.

===

Bradley sat by her side after.

She dosed off as soon as her body touched the mattress, still in her soaked dress, still with dried tears on her face. His fingers ghosted over her hand.

But they stayed there.

He admired her from afar, her confession still ringing in his ears.

Because I loved you, Bradley! I loved you… And no matter how hard I try not to… I still do.

How blind. Oh, how blind he has been.

He looked around her room, how she had turned it into an exact replica of her Virginia home.

Books stacked everywhere, posters of singers and bands from their youth and… was that a lightsaber? A laugh escaped his lips and his eyes settled on her bookshelf. Or a picture frame to be exact.

He got up and looked closely. It was them. One of their first pictures ever.

-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-

1999

They posed in front of their high school’s headstone. His mother held the camera, gesturing for him to move closer to Nisha. She said something, but he couldn’t hear anything.

He looked at her, “Bradley, smile!” Nisha tugged on his arm as she laughed.

His eyes remained fixed on her face as she inched closer. He smiled, a funny sensation rising in his chest, the same one he felt the moment her hand stuck to his with duct tape. He was drawn to her like a magnet, and for a second, he thought he saw the same glimmer in her eyes. In fact, he must be imagining that, but before he could move away, he heard the camera click.

-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-

They were forever frozen in that picture. Two kids looking at each other, standing in front of their high school headstone. Unsure of what would happen next.

She fell in the hallway, and he fell for her the moment he looked into her eyes.

Warm and brown.

The same as his.

He loved her since he saw her.

And he didn’t even know it.

Erin's voice broke the silence as he looked at him standing in the doorway. "This will keep her warm," He had bought some blankets, and Bradley helped him cover Nisha with them.

“Thank you,” Erin breathed out. “I was worried sick. She wasn’t picking up her phone and-“

“It’s alright Erin. She’s safe now.” He says, looking at her sleeping form for a last time before moving out.

He couldn't give her peace, but he hoped she would find it in her sleep. She was safe here, with her trusted friend. He will keep her safe.

They left her sleeping in her room. Bradley closed the door after looking at her for the last time. "She was drinking on the beach when I found her. I've never seen her like this, what happned?" he asked Erin.

The young man breathed out, his shoulders falling. "It's not my story to tell. Just... life's been harsh on her for a while." Erin looks at him, "Did she say something to you?"

"No," he replied abruptly.

Erin smiled in response, "I'll let you know when she gets up. You should change before you catch a cold." He pointed towards his wet clothes.

"No, Erin," Bradley replied. "Don't mention me," he said. He looked around the room, then back at Erin. "You take care." He smiled and stepped towards the door.

Before he could step out of her house, Erin spoke, “Be gentle with her Rooster,” he turned to see him standing in her doorway, “she’s healing something she didn’t break for the second time.”

-/-/-/-/--/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-

A/N - Thank you everyone for sticking with me till the end of this fic! if you liked it please let me know through the asks and the comments. Any and all requests, headcanons, and drabble requests about this AU is mostly welcome. Love y'all, Take Care!

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[painsandconfusion]

Found

Shelter - Part 1

(tw: zombies, gore, machete, rifle, familial death mention, exposed bone, blood, murder mention, eaten alive mention, manhandling, zip ties, shackle, chain, claustrophobia trigger)

[Masterpost | Next]

Icy air ripped down Nisha’s throat, threatening to cave it in - but she couldn’t just stop fucking breathing, now could she?

Bummer.

Couldn’t stop running either, the damn- FUCK FUCK FUCK SHHHHHIITTTTT SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK THAT HURT SONOFABITCH-

Nisha’s groan turned more into a growl in her breathlessness, ice still slipping under her knees, wrapped hands, and tingling feet. She grit her teeth, shoving herself back up.

Her right leg didn’t particularly approve of that course of action, trying to buckle limp beneath her.

You piece of shit, I MADE you, now WORK.

She forced it to stay straight, weight limping onto it.

Footsteps.

The rapidly crunching snow was getting closer, she could fucking swear. Only her frantic heartbeat out paced the monster’s gait as it slammed against her ribs and the inside of her skull.

Bleary eyes chanced a glance backwards as she forced herself into a lopsided jog again, ignoring the blood that leaked into her jeans. 

They were close.

Too fucking close - like 30 yards at best.

Fuck-

They were fast. 

Not quite as fast as her, but those fuckers didn’t NEED to breathe. Their muscles didn’t give up. They didn’t care if their flesh was ripped off the bone.

They just kept going.

So fucking unfair-

Her leg crumpled under her, sending her sprawling into the rosethorns bramble and shallow, sloppy snow. 

“Fffuck-”

Fuck it. Plan A = Failed. 

She tugged off her pack, unstrapping it as her eyes flicked desperately from the drawstring to the two runners coming for her. Her hands were trembling so hard, she couldn’t get her fingers into the knot. Whether that was from the cold, the exertion, or just blind fear, she didn’t want to know.

We’re going with cold. Yeahhhhhh - not scared, it’s fine. It’s fine. fuckING OPEN UP, YOU PIECE OF SH- thank you-

She ripped open the bag just in time for the zombie ass bitches to be a few strides away.

Numb hands gripped the handle of her machete as the rotting wretches took their last bounding strides toward her.

Son of a BITCH YOU AREN’T ALLOWED TO DIVE OR JUMP OR SHIT - WHY CAN’T YOU BE LIKE MOVIE ZOMBIES THAT JUST FUCKING WADDLE?!?!?!

She slashed wildly at them, taking off one of their arms just below the elbow. It stumbled from the blow, slipping on the ice.

Nice. ~Nice~ ice. Friendly ice. I forgive you for fucking my ankle up now.

The second lunged at her, and the blood-spattered blade swung forward without her direction, obeying pure fear and adrenaline as it managed to miss its arm and slash almost all the way through its neck.

Fuck fuck fuck close-

It stumbled back, and she stepped forward after it, advancing as it moved. It tried to swipe at her again, but she smacked off its hand, bringing the blade down again - this time clean through the vertebrae at the neck.

The mangled, rotting thing fell to the ground, twitching and writhing. Dying.

Her breaths puffed white into the crisp air, almost blurring her view of it. I killed one. I killed a RUNNER - holy shi-!?

Her thoughts cut off with a scream as the second slammed into her. Her feet slipped and slid uselessly on the ice until it cracked against her hip and elbow, slamming jarring, ripping pain up through her bones at the impact.

Ffff-f-fucking iceeeeeee - I d-on't forgive you again-

FUCK SHIT NOW ISN’T THE TIME TO-

Nisha yelped as the runner crawled back up to her, skittering wildly through the snow.

She scrabbled backwards, trying to find the mache-fuck where did I drop it!??!

Nisha kicked frantically at the creature, jerking her boots back as its teeth snapped and gnashed at her. 

This is it - fuck I’m gonna die I’m gonna die I’m gonna die-

Her scream ripped up through the trees as its hand drug down her leg, shredding the denim with sharp shards of bone, trying to still her kicking and drag her closer.

Nisha squeezed her eyes shut, teeth grit and kicking blindly up at the thing. As if that could help her.

A burst of gunpowder rang through her ears and sent distant birds flying. Blood and brains and goop splattered onto her face as the runner dropped onto her, muscles still squirming as it pinned her down with it’s dead weight.

Eyes were opening the fuck up again. Nisha shoved and kicked and scrabbled away from it, shallow, frantic breaths burning down her throat as she stared around the landscape to figure out what the fuck just happened-

A shotgun cocked, empty shell hitting the snow as a man stepped into view. Black shaggy hair and dark grey eyes. He took a step Closer.

His eyes narrowed, barrel pointed vaguely at her. “Did it get you?”

Nisha shoved herself a little further away. “..n-no. No - I think just the boot..-” She sat up fully, breaths still refusing to get under control. She tugged up the fabric of her jeans, checking the bite marks. “..no - didn’t get through the rubber. No bites.”

His eyes narrowed a little further, but he set the rifle back to default and flicked the safety on. He stepped up to her, holding out a hand. “Okay - c’mon - there’s more coming this way.”

“...fuck.” she glanced down the trail she’d run, scanning the trees for any sign of movement. Nisha hummed a groan - for distaste and agreement - then gave him her hand, wincing a squeak as he pulled her to her feet.

The man looked down over her leg. Some blood was seeping into the denim where its not-claws had bit into her. “......you…sure you’re good to walk?”

…shit shit shit he’s gonna leave me if I say no, isn’t he-

Nisha gave him a tight-lipped smile. Some kind of reassurance. “Mhm.” Well that came out squeaker than I was hoping…

The man frowned, stepping back. “Alrightyyyyyyy. Let’s go, then.”

He took a step toward the way he apparently had come, glancing back to make sure she was following.

Nisha  shouldered her pack and took a limping step after him, scooping up a handful of snow. She scrubbed it against her face, ridding her skin of the blood and brain and whatever the fuck else had just splattered on her. 

Even after dropping the snow again, her pace was slow. Hobbled.

The man sighed, stepping back up to her. He handed her the rifle, barely waiting for her to take it before scooping her up and carrying her. 

Much faster.

Nisha squeaked a little, tensing. “...uhh……th..ank you.”

He hummed in response, eyes ahead as they moved through the snow, back down the path. “My name’s Corvid. What’s yours?”

She kept a good grip on the rifle, visualizing him slipping on the ice, dropping her, and it accidentally going off- hhhhh-

“..Nisha.”

Corvin nodded down to her. “Nice to meet you. Wish it were under better circumstances.”

She almost smiled at that. Almost. “Yeah..same.”

He hesitated, taking a few long moments of snow crunching and silence to eventually say “...I have a bunker. Cold war shit? I don’t know, I found it and…it’s nice, and those bitches can’t get through the blast doors.”

“Oh..” Was that…..an offer…???

He sighed. “You can stay there tonight or whatever - until you’re healed enough to keep going.”

Nisha stared up at this man - not….entirely sure she could trust him?

But what was she going to do? Sit in the snow and wait for the rest of the runners - or heck, even walkers - to show up and rip her apart?

She gave a hesitant nod. “..that would be….really really good.” Pause. “....thank you.”

Corvid flashed a smile down to her. “It’ll be good - I have the finest entertainment. Vintage chutes and ladders board. Very high quality shit.”

She did smirk at that. “Haven’t played that since I was a kid. Though I’ve played so much solitaire lately I think anything else would be a welcome change.” 

“Ooooo you got a deck of cards?” He seemed to have relaxed a lot. Guard down. “Been a minute since I found any of those.”

Nisha nodded. “They’re pretty worn, but yeah. They keep me company.”

Corvid frowned. “...all on your own, then?”

The smile dripped away. “..yeah. My mom got bit last year. It’s just been me since then.”

“..I’m sorry to hear that.”

She hummed, throat clearing before any emotions could deign to creep into her voice. “How about you?”

He shrugged softly. “I never was able to find my friends after this shit broke out. Been on my own ever since.” 

..that must suck. 12 years??? Alone?? Fuck, that sound wretched.

“..I’m sorry, that sounds…..bad.”

He sputtered a laugh. “I mean yeah, it’s not exactly a spa trip, but I’m guessing it wouldn’t have been even with those dicks with me. So I’m not complaining too much.”

Nisha hummed in agreement. “The whole world’s fucked. Makes sense.”

She could hear a river rushing nearby as he set her on her feet again - a wash of empty hissing sound. She gripped his shoulder for support as she found her balance, then handed him the rifle ag-

Nnnnnope he’s already stepped away.

She clutched it a little closer, frowning as he reached into the brush, pulling at a bush-

Oh shit, a SECRET trap door….well that’s kinda cool…

The door pulled up, sticks and brush and leaves coming up with it and resting against a tree trunk. 

Stairs lie beneath it, descending into darkness.

Corvid took a step down, bracing the door as he held a hand out to her. “Cmon - it’s not this sketchy inside, I promise.”

Nisha frowned over it, taking a wincing step forward. Her eyes darted back the way they came. ..not like I have a choice here. So….suuuuuuurrreeeeeeeeeee let’s just go down into the very reinforced and isolated space with the strange man. That sounds like a great idea.

She stared at his hand a good couple seconds before taking it with a soft “thanks”. She stepped - a little shakily - onto the first stair.

Another.

Then another.

Down down down.

Darker with each step.

Nisha swallowed thickly, holding the rifle close as she continued down even after he closed the door, letting them into darkness. This is stupid. I’m being stupid. I’m just on edge from the fuckin zombies, this is fine.

But the stupid alarm bells wouldn’t quit going off in her head.

Then again…they never really did, nowadays.

“Okay, careful, there’s a-” A thonk echoed in the small space as she hit the bottom of the stairs a little sooner than expected, stumbling into the wall. 

“...you found it.” There was a smirk in his voice.

Warm hands slipped around her waist, guiding her to the side as he stepped around her. Her skin crawled at the touch, but she stepped gratefully out of the way, letting him blindly find what apparently sounded like a lock (???) with a key. Scraping, then clicking, then turning…something?? Ambient metal noises, Nisha doesn’t fucking know, stop asking her what they are.

The door pulled open, and she was washed in a wave of warmth. It tangled through her clothes and pressed against her shuddering skin, pulling a soft gasp from her lips. “...you…….do..do you have heat??”

Corvid chuckled, stepping away. Lights flickered on, uncovering the compact but alarmingly pristine bomb shelter. Cabinets, counter, shelves full of canned food and bags of what she assumed to be rice, shower, toilet - presumably more around the curve of the wall. Likely a bedroom area??

“Toldja it was nice.”

She stepped inside, staring around in wonder as he pulled the thick iron door closed behind her and rolled the latch into place - a giant bolt attached to a wheel on a gear. Heavy duty.

“...h….how..???”

He shrugged, leaning against the door. “River nearby. Hydropower and wind energy. I make all my own electricity and store the excess in batteries. Works well.”

She stepped further into the space, still gaping around at the…well….everything??

“....holy shit-”

Corvid laughed again, kicking off his shoes. “I have hot water, too. It’s only as clean as the river is, but it’s pretty clear. I purify it for drinking water of course. But - point is - if you wanna take a hot shower, now’s the time.”

She turns to blink at him. “...wait what - seriously???”

He rolled his eyes, amused. “For sure, go for it. I had a roommate for a minute before he…” He trailed off, a frown shadowing his eyes. He turned to grab a can off the shelf. “..anyways..he’s not…around anymore - think he was about your size, so I’ll set a change of dry clothes out for you. Might as well wash yours too while you’re here. Not like I’m gonna run out of water or something.”

Nisha sagged in relief, crouching to unlace her shoes, too. Matching him. “That…thank you - seriously, thank you.” 

He turned a warm smile to her. “Not a problem - it’s just nice to have company for a little while.”

He set the jar near the stove and moved to fill a pot with water from a pitcher in the fridge. He set that on the stove too, then turned the burner on. “I’ll show you where things are and can get started on supper while you’re cleaning up.”

She couldn’t help but melt a little. The cold had long seeped into her bones and she was grimey…well….everywhere. A shower didn’t seem like mana from heaven right now, it seemed like a fucking 5-course Michelin-star restaurant from heaven. With wine. “That sounds so good, thank you.”

Corvid laughed a little, shrugging off his coat and hanging it on a hinge of the door. He nodded for her to follow as he slipped down the hall, patting at things as he went. “Toilet here - sorry it’s a little exposed, we work with with we got - shower here-” He pulled back the curtain. “Use whatever soap, I really don’t care, I just scavenge what I can for that.” He kept talking as he rummaged through the first drawer across from the shower, pulling out a t-shirt, boxers, and cargo pants. “I thiiiiink these should fit you? I dunno, good enough for now.” He snagged a folded towel off the shelf and set the clothes on top of it, holding out the stack for her. “I’m gonna assume you’re not vegetarian or something?”

She shook her head, taking the clothes happily. They’re so fucking clean - how are they so clean- “Nope, I’m good with literally anything you have.”

Corvid grinned, skipping back around to the kitchenette. “Cool - I’m gonna make the shittiest stirfry you’ve ever had.” 

She laughed a little, setting her pack to the side and stepping into the shower and turning on the water. …he said it would be h-OH FUCK YUP THATS WARM- “As long as it’s food, it’s probably gonna be the best shit I’ve had in years.” She stripped off her blood, muck, and grime covered clothes and stepped into the stream. 

Shiiitttttttttttt that feels good- Nisha could feel her muscles unwinding under the heat, skin then flesh then bone gradually coming back up to temp over the next ten minutes or so - she was too afraid to waste more electricity than that. She scrubbed and washed and literally even conditioned - Who the fuck has conditioner out here???? She wasn’t going to question it too much, she was too busy enjoying this.

By the time Nisha got done, dried off, and re-dressed into the warm, dry clothes, the whole shelter was warm with garlic, soy sauce, and goodness knows what else. 

She stepped out of the little space, looking over Corvid stirring everything in a large pot - frying a little inefficiently, but fucking good enough. Not like anyone had a wok in a space this small, and she sure as shit wasn’t going to complain. 

He turned a bouncy smile to her - she hadn’t even realized he’d been humming softly until he stopped. “Feeling a little better?”

“Definitely.” Nisha stepped closer, still scrubbing at her wet hair with the towel. She peeked around him into the pot. “What all’s in that?” 

He shrugged, poking at the steaming rice. “Rice, a couple kinds of meat, canned veggies from last Summer - I have a garden and can everything I can.”

“Well it looks fucking fantastic.” 

His smile warmed. “Sure hope it tastes that way.” He nodded to a bin behind her. “You can toss the towel and old clothes in there. I’ll wash them in a bit.”

Nisha murmured a quick “got it,” before turning to it and dumping everything inside.

Corvid dumped a few scoops of the stirfry into bowls and stepped through a cut out of the wall to the part she assumed was a sleeping space. She followed, a little surprised to find a small living room and dining room area. Cramped, sure, but still nice. “...shit, how much do you have going on here??” 

He set the bowls down on the table, putting forks next to them. “More than enough.”

Nisha glanced around, looking for the bedroo- Oh, there,

She poked her head into the next room over to see where the b-...

Her mind cluttered to a stop as her eyes fell on a mostly empty room. There was another past it with a bit of bed showing through the door, but the space between them was…almost nothing but air.

Just the chain on the ground, drilled into the wall. The single shackle pristine as the rest of the bunker.

“I got the TV set up t..-“ Corvid’s sentence trailed to a stop as he saw her looking through the doorway.

“Hm.” He abandoned the food, taking a step closer to her, smile fading. “I was hoping we’d at least get through supper before you saw that.”

Nisha turned back to him, much paler now. Her eyes darted to the gap in the wall that would lead her to the outside door.

“…what is that for?” Her voice sounded so much more confident than she felt.

He shrugged, hands slipping into his pockets. “Toys.”

Nisha stepped toward the door, ready to break for it once she was p-

He stepped to the side, blocking her path with a soft smirk.

Nisha’s breath stuttered to a stop as her feet sent her back a few stumbling steps back toward the empty room. Through the frame.

“…I can..I’ll just go.”

His smile grew a little as he took a step closer, forcing her further back toward the chain. “But you’re hurt. What kind of man would that make me?”

Her stomach squirmed as she shied further away form his advance. “I…I’ll be fine, jus-“

“You’re not leaving, Nisha.” Another step. Into the room with her.

She made a break for it, trying to shove past him. She threw her elbow up at his face to knock him out of the way, but irongripped fingers bit down into her arm, shoving her back.

In a few moments of scrambling and thrashing - a spattering of yelps and screams that echoed in the small space - she was on her stomach, arm wrenched tight behind her back, and Corvid’s knee bruising into her spine. Her breaths creaked against ribs, shallow and tight. “Gggfetoff me-“

The chain clattered across the ground toward her, pulled by limp and bored fingers.

Icy metal bruised and cut against her leg as she kicked at it, but it clamped around her ankle all the same, pinching skin in the hinge and ripping a scream from her mouth. 

“Just hold still and it won’t hurt so much,” he muttered, gripping her other arm and wrenching it behind her back as well.

Wrists shoved against each other, shoulders grinding in their sockets as she writhed against the cement in a pathetic attempt to pull away. “Ss-stop! Just STOP!” 

A hand clamped down over her mouth, silencing the scream that started to rip up her throat. “Stop it. This place isn’t fucking soundproof, you’re going to call them here.”

She only froze a moment before thrashing her head back and forth, another scream muffled by his hand, but stubbornly ringing through. Let me go, BITCH, and this won’t be a problem for you anymore.

His grip tightened, mouth pressing to her ear to growl out, “If you call them here, I will break you fucking legs, throw you outside, and listen to them rip you apart.”

The anger running through her cooled to icy fear, dripping through her veins and freezing her in place. 

The screams petered out to desperate, silent pants of breath.

“Thank you.” Thin plastic tickled against her skin before snaring tight around her wrists, zip tie keeping them snugly together.

He finally pulled off of her, letting her shove and skitter against the wall, kicking herself up to sitting. Nisha glared desperately at him, terror softening the rage far too much. The fear that had splattered down her temple didn’t help.

“Wh-what are you DOING!?” She squirmed further back as he took a step closer, desperately trying to melt through the wall and away from him.

He shrugged, crouching down in front of her. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

Nisha shoved a kick in his direction - more a warning for him to stay back than an actual attack. It neatly missed him, barely falling short. He seems amused by it, though, snorting lightly as he watched her bare heel hit the ground.

“Y-ou can’t just do this!! How much has this shit fucked you up!?!?”

He laughed softly, reaching for the leg that she quickly retracted again. “Honey, I was doing this long before the outbreak. I just don’t have to deal with feds now.”

She stared, searching his face for any trace of a lie.

She didn’t find one.

“..y…you can’t just…keep people??”

“I’m gonna do a lot more than keep you. Besides,” he stood again, wandering back toward the table, “Finders keepers.”

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New series new tag list, so I just took a shot in the dark as to who I should add. Lmk if you want to be added or removed!

[parameddic]

@hvndredstories from here but it's not really a 'reply' just a. here's TK finding the note and Immediately Leaving kdjfldsjj

He stood in the middle of his weirdly-clean, bleach-smelly apartment, stickynote in hand. Heart'd jumped into his throat when he'd come home and found the door open after he'd just got an emergency locksmith out last night. This was, uh. Sort of really bad. Um.

Sort of weirdly. Friendly? In the note. But really bad.

... "Okay," a breath, to himself. He nodded a little, eyes roaming the apartment. Empty, and if it wasn't then he was not going to be finding out: he collected his keys from the coffee-table he'd put them down on two seconds ago and stuck the stickynote right back where he'd found it. "Time to move house." Didn't even stop for clothes or toothpaste. No thanks, he just left.

[fxtelism-moved]

Naughty or Nice?

“Well, what can I say? A woman has her secrets after all.~” Said the assassin who had a body count around hundreds.

[birdcagcd]

tag drop !

ic. i manifest my enemies; will i manifest an early grave?

ooc. you crave the applause; yet hate the attention.

memes. but at some point i got so comfortable that i didn't even realize that i'd started to crawl.

ask. please text me later the instructions to forget you.

dash comm. if we're not safe then we're all in danger; but your safety defies all nature.

laby. lucky is she who lives unaware; doesn't get bothered by all that's unfair.

nisha. even if I nag just please stay here with me.

aou. mind my words, don't let yourself corrupt.

fumus. sure that nobody'll survive; buried remnants of innocence.

meikai. nothing of him was particular; tho somehow I was obedient 'till now.

pleione. remember to put on silencer; exactly like your mother's words.

sal. just remember I loved you; as long as I could.

stnk. and then I gave you my heart; to fill in the emptiness in your chest.

wada. of course I knew. we felt... the same way.

tsaritsa. that goodbye was just like you; I was grieving a nonsensical past.

venti. let’s bury this cowardly love here, let’s stop and forget this.

felix. 100 hours to rearrange the stars & I'm the worst mistake God's ever made.

vincent. the only one who sees a problem in it is you; eyler.

es. will you be able to forgive them after listening to their sins?

fuuta. you don't understand so you take the shades; and you brand them evil and then throw them in a cage.

mahiru. hiding my indulgence; the freedom we sacrifice for love !

muu. there’s no special meaning, I got the short end of the stick.

meliodas. well; you already know. t's just what I'd wanted.

sonic. your hands protect the flames from the wild winds around you.

amane. I'm dead.. and a murderer. we can't grow up together.

tsukasa. it's the quiet; the downtime to breathe in my lungs.

satou. violence is familiar & the touch of their fingers bitter and sweet.

danilo. a welcome party for those who want to be reborn.

musings. I feel scared and I'm starting to sink; and I only sink deeper the deeper I think.

aes. they could only pry me off once I’d grown too weak; cuz I was too broken to leave you I was too sick to eat.

about. every thought is like a hurricane; destroying everything but it leaves no trace.

self. but there's no shred of evidence 'cause I don't bleed.

q. nothing can touch you anymore; with your glass ceiling; walls; and floor.

[wainwrightjakobshammerlock]

More DD au ramblings bc I'm ill

Gaige is a Necromancer class and this is an absolute no brainer. She functions kinda like a Houndmaster but fucked up and evil. Also her robot hand is skeletal instead of mechanical.

Continuing with the theme of TTAODK class mods: Salvador would be a Barbarian, and probably focus more on melee than guns. Sorry.

Aurelia could definitely still be a Baroness class, however I don't think ice magic fits the magics of the DD setting and if we focused on her sniping stuff we'd probably end up making her too similar to her brother. However, I think if we DD-ified her Contractual Aristocracy tree into something like an Antiquarian, she could end up as something very interesting indeed.

Speaking of which: Alistair and Aurelia are your starting characters.

Timothy could also work as an Antiquarian kinda type, but with way more focus on inventory management and maybe some strange occult abilities granted to him by the same unseen force that branded him with the Iron Crown. (Yep, Jack doesn't really exist in this universe. Because yes.)

Claptrap is a piece of animated stonework. He's completely immune to bleeding, disease, and has ridiculous HP, PROT and Move resist, but his other stats and Blight resist are complete ass. Also, he's a critical-focused support class, kinda like an Occultist (complete with 0 minimum healing skills) + Jester (but with stress heals that have a chance to cause stress instead).

Krieg would probably end up being a sort of Flagellant/Leper/Abomination combo.

Brick, Zer0, Nisha, Athena and Mordecai could probably function mostly unaltered (obvs, their costumes and abilities would be changed slightly to fit the universe, but still) but I'd have to rename Mordecai's class so it doesn't overlap with Hammylocks. That or I change Hammylock's class to "Gentleman" which would be kinda funny tbh.

Fl4k would be very cool in this setting, but I'd probably have to turn them into an undead or something. That, or they're animate stonework like Claptrap.

I have exactly 0 clue how to make Zane, Moze or Wilhelm fit into this, so if anyone has suggestions for them I'm willing to listen.

I also have no clue how to make Sirens fit into this whole thing, so...

[gravityvampire]

Nisha for the url meme!

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