#THE WALKING DEAD CHARACTERS AU

[mdemontespan1667]

DIRT ROAD HONEY

DARK SHANE WALSH X READER

DARK RICK GRIMES AND READER

SUMMARY: YOUR THANKSGIVING BREAK GETS INTERRUPTED

WARNINGS: NON-CON/VAGINAL SEX/ORAL SEX (MALE RECEIVING)/SLAPPING/CHOKING/CHEATING(RICK)/RECKLESS USE OF A FIREARM/GIGANTIC ABUSE OF AUTHORITY/HANDCUFFS/PROFANITY/FORCED ORGASM/NON -CON

(I'VE HAD THIS HALF WRITTEN IN MY GOOGLE DOCS FOR ABOUT 2 MONTHS. IT VERY SIMILAR TO "THE TROUBLE WITH COYOTES" BUT THIS FIC JUST WOULDN'T LEAVE ME ALONE. SO, FOR BETTER OR WORSE, HERE IT IS. I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY MISTAKES. I WANTED TO GET IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM SO I COULD MOVE ON LOL.

“You need help with that Darlin? Hose looks a bit big for you.”

It never fucking failed.

Every time you filled up your bright, fiery orange ‘72 Chevelle some wannabe Alpha male had to make some sexist comment.

It wasn’t your fault the designers had put the damn fuel cap under the license plate. 

And it certainly wasn’t your fault you had to bend over to keep the nozzle from falling out.

Nor was it in any way your fault that you occasionally might over exaggerate how far you had to bend over, especially like today, when you were wearing tight, frayed jeans and a wide neck off the shoulder teal sweatshirt.

“I’m fine.”

“Oh yeah,” he whistled, “You are most definitely fine.”

The pump kicked off.

You put the nozzle back, securing the gas cap before facing the latest offender.

He was tall, rough cut facial features with a mop of short, dark curls.

You made a show of pushing down your sunglasses as you blatantly checked out the rest.

Wide chest and muscle corded arms encased in a tight black t shirt.

Tan cuffed cargo pants sat high on his tapered waist.

Well.

Nothing wrong with that either. 

You licked your lips, hand propped on your hip.

“I bet you say that to all the girls.”

Your voice dripped, saccharine sweet.

“No, it ain’t like that.”

His knuckles brushed along your upper arm.

“You are hands down, the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Snorting, you batted his hand away.

“Bullshit. That line might work on your little dirt road honey’s but..” You slid your oversized tortoise shell Ray-Ban’s back in place, “It’s not working on me.”

You pushed past him, strutting toward the tiny attached convenience store.

God, it was so easy winding men up.

Fun too.

They were so damn transparent.

And, despite how you’d coldly dismissed him, you knew, KNEW, he’d be jacking off later thinking about you.

Not because you were devastatingly beautiful or had a killer body. 

In those categories you ranked a solid average.

What you did have was confidence with a capital fucking C.

Own every room you walked into, all eyes on you, smart as hell, know your worth, every woman wants to be you, every man wants to fuck you, (and woman, let’s not be coy here, you knew damn good and well your face would be buried between Ivy’s lush thighs at some point this weekend, you were all about equal opportunity), bone deep confidence.  

It’s what had gotten you through Grad school and later your Doctorate in Mathematical Engineering.

The rusty bell above the worn metal screen door dinged, announcing your arrival.

You took your time perusing the limited snack aisle, selecting a bag of Funyuns and a fountain Pepsi, flicking the straw provocatively, making sure to flash a little cleavage at the old guy working the register.

Back at your car you checked your phone.

“No service. Fucking wonderful.”

When your best friend had proposed a quick getaway to celebrate your latest promotion you’d been expecting sun, sand and endless Mai Tai’s, not a rustic cabin on some forgotten lake in rural Georgia. 

You waved your phone around trying to find a signal.

“Ain’t gonna work.”

Oh lord, not him again. 

“Why not?” you huffed.

“We’re in the middle of a deadzone Darlin’.”

“Lovely.”

You took off your sunglasses, resisting the urge to throw them at the odious man.

“How the hell am I supposed to find that goddamn cabin without my phone?”

“What cabin are you looking for, girl?”

Your eyes narrowed at the nickname.

“Some stupid fucking cabin on some stupid fcuking lake off of some stupid fucking Bob’s road!”

The octaves rose with each word until you were practically yelling.

“Bob’s Road?”

Oh shit. Probably shouldn’t have shared that with the entire gas station.

“Uh, yeah.”

You pulled a piece of paper from your back pocket.

“732 Bob’s Road, Lake Horton.”

He chuckled.

“That’s Bob Schermer’s place. I can give you directions.”

The setting sun sketched him in shadows. 

A kernel of unease settled in your gut.

Jesus, get a grip. This isn’t Deliverance.

“That, uh, that’d be great.”

He smiled, teeth showing.

It reminded you of a predator sizing up his next meal.

“So you’re gonna take a left outta here on’ta Highway 92. Just keep going North for about an hour and a half, maybe two. You’ll take a right at white mailbox. If you see the “Jesus Saves” sign you’ve gone too far. Go about three miles then turn left. Cabin will be on the left.”

“Two hours?”

You exhaled dramatically.

“Fucking great.”Dropping into the driver's seat you cranked the ignition, the Chevelle’s 454 V-8 rumbling to life.

“Thanks.”

“My pleasure.”

Another unnerving smile.

The hair on your arms prickled.

“You be real careful on those back roads. It gets awful dark out here.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

With a curt nod, you revved the engine, throwing gravel in your wake.

They like to get you in a compromising position

Well, they like to get you there and smile in your face

Yeah, they think they’re so cute when they get you in that condition

But i think its a total disgrace

And I say

I fight authority, authority always wins

Well, I fight authority, authority always wins

Well, I’ve been doing it since I was a young kid

And I come out grinnin’

Well, I fight authority, authority always wins

You cranked up the volume on your after-market stereo singing along to your Spotify road trip playlist.

Jesus fucking tits, the guy was right, it was dark.

Not like the dark you had grown up in.

A pale shimmer had blanketed San Diego from sundown to sunup.

The light from a full moon helped soften the inky landscape, a little.

God only knew what might be hiding out there, watching, just waiting for the perfect moment to…

FUCK!

You slammed on your brakes.

Was that a white mailbox?

Turning the volume down so you could see, you dropped the transmission in reverse, taillights casting an unsettling glow. 

You sighed in relief at the sight of the pock marked mailbox.

Shifting to First, you swung off the HIghway to a narrow gravel road.

I swear to God, I’m never, ever letting Ivy pick a destination again. After this she’ll be lucky if I let her pick a restur….”

WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP

Red and blue flashing lights blazed in your rearview mirror.

What the fuck?

 Where the hell did he come from? 

You hadn’t seen another vehicle since you left town. 

“License and Registration.”

You jumped, startled.

“License and Registration.”

“Yeah, Yeah, I heard you the first time.”

You reached across the seat digging the items from your bag.

“What am I….Oh my God, you can’t be serious.”

Leaning in your window, now attired in a shit brown Sheriffs uniform and matching baseball cap, was the man from the gas station.

“I’m gonna need you to exit the vehicle, ma’am.”

Something was off.

“Why? I didn’t do anything. I wasn’t speeding.”

“Please step out of the vehicle.”

“Oh for fucks sake.”

Climbing out, you glared at him, arms crossed.

“Ma’am, you were driving erratically. I detect the smell of alcohol on you. That gives me probable cause to search your vehicle.”

Ducking, he rummaged through your car, dumping your purse and overnight bag, scattering the contents.

“Well, look what I found,” he announced, producing a half drank pint of cheap vodka.”

“That’s not mine. I don’t even drink vodka. You..you put that there..I’m not.”

‘Hey, Shane, taillight’s busted out too.”

In total disbelief you watched another officer bash the red plastic with his boot.

“What the hell!” you hollered, charging toward the other, leaner built man, “You can’t fucking do that…”

Grabbing your elbow, Shane swung you back, jerking you off your feet.

You stumbled, arms pinwheeling.

You bumped into him, knocking his hat to the ground.

“Woah, woah, Sweetheart, now that’s assaulting a police officer.”

“No…wait..I…”

He placed one steel cuff on your wrist, tugging the other behind your back.

Twisting, you wrested your arm free.

WHAM

Shane slammed you face first onto the hood of your car.

Wrenching your arm, he secured it in the cuffs.

Hauling you up he snickered.

“Guess we’re adding resisting arrest to the list.”

He paused, eyes crawling along your form.

“Unless you want to work out a little private restitution.”

“Are you fucking kidding me,” you laughed, “What? You can’t get a piece of ass like a normal guy? Let me guess? Can’t get it up? Two pump chump? Or..”

CLICK

“Ought to be polite to a man with a gun.”

Shane’s partner pressed the gun barrel to your temple.

“Only common sense.”

“Oh shit,” you rasped, “yeah, okay, what..whatever you want.”

Shane unzipped his pants, stroking his cock.

“On your knees.”

You knelt down as best you could.

“Doesn’t she look pretty like this Rick?” he called to his friend.

 “Open wide. Let’s see if you suck dick as good as you mouth off.”

Gun still aimed at your head, your mouth fell open.

Shane gripped the back of your head.

Viciously, he shoved his cock to the hilt, your nose nestling in his pubic hair.

You gagged, trying to draw back but he was too strong. 

Holding you steady he languidly fucked your throat, his cock cutting off your air.

Tears poured down your cheeks.

“Maybe next time you’ll show a little respect Darlin’”

Time stood still.

Shane rammed his cock down your throat over and over and over again, both hands keeping you in place.

Eventually he came, warm, sticky cum filling your mouth.

Finished, he pushed you away.

He bent down to your level.

“That wasn’t so bad now was…”

You spit on him, mixed saliva and cum dripping from his chin.

“You’re done!” you shrieked, “Both of you! I’ll own the fucking Cook County Sheriff’s when I’m through! You limp dick bastards won’t be able to….”

SMACK

You reeled from Rick’s backhanded slap.

“I don’t think she’s learned her lesson yet, brother.”

Shane wiped his face.

“I guess we’ll just have to keep teaching.”

Tugging you to your feet, Rick threw you on the hood, upper body jarring from the impact, cheek thumping the cold metal.

He tore off your boots then ripped your jeans and underwear off, kicking your legs apart.

“Don’t touch me, you fucking piece of shit!” you bellowed.

Shane stuffed your thong in your mouth, ending your tirade, his hand splayed between your shoulder blades, pining you to the hood.

“You talk to fucking much,” he snarled.

Panic took hold when you felt Rick’s cock brush against your slit.

Rick spit on your inner lips.

You screamed behind the gag, your dry cunt unprepared, as he plunged in. 

He was bigger than Shane, your walls straining to accommodate him, every thrust carrying fresh agony.

Rick snapped his hips quicker, zipper chafing your tender skin. 

Sobbing softly, you closed your eyes, vainly wishing this was just a dream.

“Fuck. Haven’t been in a pussy this tight since before I married Lori.”

“Just hurry up, man. I want another turn.”

Your eyes flew open to see Shane palming his newly hardening length.

Rick’s movements became stilted, hips pumping wildly with his orgasm.

Pulling out, he motioned to your prone body.

“Batter up.”

The two men switched places.

Gritting your teeth, you waited.

Instead of Shane’s cock, his fingers gently probed your battered cunt.

You jolted at the swipe of his thumb across your clit.

Deftly he worked you, circling your nub, slick coating his hand.

Shame and disgust gnawed in your brain at your body’s natural reaction.

He draped his large frame over yours.

“You love this, don’t ya.”

You shook your head frantically.

“Knew you would. Way you showed your ass, flashed your tits at Charlie. Damn near gave the old man a stroke.”

Shane applied more pressure, eliciting a series of muffled moans.

“Hear that Rick? Slut loves this.”

Your pelvis rocked against his swirling digits. 

He pinched your clit,sending you over the edge, streaks of lightning fraying your nerves.

Shane wasted no time in slipping inside.

You keened at the intrusion, channel swollen and bruised from Rick.

WHACK

He left a heated handprint on your ass.

Grasping your hips, he pounded your cunt feverishly, your juices and Rick’s cum easing his way.

All out of tears, you stared into the darkness.

Shane rode you cruelly, your legs growing numb.

His breathing hitched, hips faltering.

He came with a grunt, grinding into you.

Almost tenderly, he released the cuffs, holding you upright, removing the gag.

Trembling, you shimmied your jeans up. 

“Hey.”

Nearly catatonic, you barely registered him speaking.

SMACK

“Listen to me.”

You tried to focus, terrified it wasn’t over.

“Rick and me? We got your ID. We know where you live.”

Blinking, his threat set in.

“You tell anyone, we’ll find you.”

“I..I won’t tell…never tell..” you stammered.

“Good girl.”

The two men sauntered to their cruiser.

“Thanks for your cooperation ma’am,” Shane taunted as they drove away.

 Crawling into the driver’s seat, you clutched your phone. 

“911. What is your emergency?”

“I need,” you sat up straight, “I need to report an assault.”

Shane and Rick were about to find out they had fucked with the wrong woman. 

Authority Song

John Mellencamp

1983

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[rin-may-1103]

The Wrong Robin Au (part four)

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Danny slowed his car down, staring at the black iron gate coming into view; Bats and ivy welded on in an elegant pattern, obviously more thought-out than The Drake's ducks had been. He had to give it to Tim, the kid had been right about how stupid the ducks looked.

Glancing around, Danny found he was completely alone on the dirt road. The gray sky slowly brightened as the sun climbed higher in the distance, trees swaying in the gentle breeze, and birds chirped.

If it hadn't been for his experiences at Vlad's place, he would have found the scenery comforting, maybe even inviting. But the knowledge that this was the home of a billionaire, one that went out at night to fight crime like a furry on crack nonetheless, ruined it.

Maybe he should just head back to the motel...

...

Fuck it, when had Phantom ever backed down? That's right! Never! Danny was going to stick to his metaphorical guns and follow through with his admittedly stupid plan.

Taking his foot off the brake; Danny activated his intangibility, shared it with the car, and drove through the gate. (look, what were his powers for if not to make his life convenient? He deserved it after literally dying for them. AND the gate was probably locked. There was no way he could convince someone to let him in at this time in the morning, so...)

Danny kept an eye on his surroundings as he drove, he doubted Bruce Wayne would have ghost vultures working for him, but that doesn't mean Danny wouldn't be prepared if he did.

Eventually, a large building came into view. Its gothic architecture and obvious timely design set it apart from Vlad's modern monstrosity of a castle. Danny could just tell this was a home for a family with old money; the weathered roof and aged water fountain told stories of the people who used to live there. This was a home, not just a house.

Pulling his car over and parking, Danny quickly sent a mental prayer to the home's ancestors. He hoped they could forgive him for what he was about to do.

Grabbing his backup phone and his keys, Danny tossed the car door open and stepped out. Immediately his senses were clouded with grief and anger. It was so strong he almost lost his footing. The house was just drenched in the emotions, tendrils reaching out and wrapping around anything and everything.

Closing his eyes, Danny held his breath so he could focus on blocking the emotions out. (flashes of someone else's memories rushed past his mind; a glimpse of a young boy sitting in a library reading a book. An older man sitting next to him silently. In another flash, the two were now in a dark cave, the light of a computer the only thing illuminating them as the older man draped a blanket across the boy's back. whispered words of sincere promises echoed in his head.)

He had believed Tim, but he hadn't expected it to be this bad. Ancients, this was worse than when he had to deal with Spectra.

Batman definitely needed therapy.

...

Maybe Jazz should be Robin instead, she'd know how to handle this properly. but Jazz wasn't here right now, she was in Sweden learning all about mental health. Which meant Danny would have to do this himself.

yay.

He had two options; One, he sits down with the man and they have a sincere and very emotional conversation. Or two, he beats it into the guy's head that he needs to stop going out and trying to get himself killed. Based on everything he knows about Batman? It was going to be number two that was going to get results... Well, at least Danny had experience punching things until he got what he wanted. (even if it didn't always work.)

Shaking himself out of his mind, Danny started making his way to the front door. It was past five in the morning, Bruce should be home now. Whether he was sleeping like Danny would assume he usually did, was a different question altogether.

Glancing around the door, Danny found there was a large rope hanging to the left. Vlad had the same thing at his place, it was an old-fashioned doorbell.

shrugging, Danny pulled on the rope and waited.

and waited.

and waited.

After a minute or two, Danny pulled the rope again. Suddenly the door swung open to reveal an older man dressed in a nice waistcoat and trousers.

"Can I help you?" the man asked, a British accent completing the look.

Danny blinked for a second before quickly focusing back on his task. "My name's Danny. Bruce is being a dumbass who needs to take a chill pill and take a step back from hospitalizing criminals. Can I come in?"

It was the old man's turn to stare and blink at him. After a minute, the man stepped back and opened the door, his eyebrow raised. "I would like to see how you plan to tell this to Master Bruce. His office is this way, young man."

"May I ask what exactly you're doing here?" the man asked, closing the door behind Danny.

Danny shrugged, "I'm here to beat some sense into him. He's going to get himself killed and no one wants to see what happens when he does."

The butler, because the rich fruitloop would obviously have one, hummed as he nodded his head in agreement. "I see. Maybe this is what he needs then. he won't listen to me, no matter how much I nag him."

Nothing else was said as he guided Danny through the manor, eventually stopping at a fancy dark wooden door. "Master Bruce, you appear to have a visitor." Then He opened the door and gestured for Danny to enter.

He only had a moment to ponder how he should do this before he entered the room. He should keep his powers hidden, for now at least.

He was greeted with the sight of an exhausted man in a bathrobe sitting at his desk and staring out the window. He was clutching a very worn and loved book in his hands, his brows slightly furrowed. (Danny noted that it was the same book the kid had been reading, The Hero and the Crown... or something like that, Danny hadn't really gotten a good look at the title.)

The butler stepped back, closing the door, and stood next to it to maybe await his new orders. Ones he probably wouldn't get any time soon, if the way Bruce hadn't moved or responded meant anything.

Well, if the old man wanted to see this then who was Danny to stop him?

Stepping forward, Danny leaned over the desk and slapped the back of Bruce's head. The man swiftly turned and stared at him, raising one of his hands to touch his head in shock. Danny heard the butler choke in surprise but ignored him. He could only pray to Clockwork that Bruce didn't kill him for this.

"You are being absolutely idiotic, dude." Danny declared. "Do you think Jason would have wanted you to act like this?" Bruce stood up, his chair slamming into the wall, his eyes burning in anger. "No? Then get your shit together and be the man he would be proud of."

Bruce lunged over the desk, his fist pulled back to hit Danny. It was just like Danny expected, just like Tim had told him, the man was letting his emotions control his actions. Dodging to the side, Danny continued talking, "This going out every night, fighting more and more dangerous and outlandish people all by yourself? It's going to get you killed."

Bruce gave up on trying to punch him, instead, he threw himself forward and body-slammed Danny to the floor. Danny coughed, quickly blocking his face as Bruce took a swing at him. Using the man's blind anger to his advantage, Danny kicked Bruce in the chest and sent him flying into his desk. "Jason's dead. It sucks. and it hurts. It's probably the worst pain you've ever experienced, but there's nothing you can do about it."

Danny glared at the man as he scrambled into a crouch, waiting to see what Bruce did next. "Shut up," the man growled, shoving himself up and away from his desk. He picked up his stapler; he was probably either going to use it as a blunt weapon or throw it at Danny. Widening his stance, Danny got ready to dodge or lunge.

He remembered reading about him, online when he first became Phantom. He remembered reading about Robin and Batman and how they worked together to protect Gotham. How they tirelessly worked day and night to put their rogues away every time they got out again.

He remembered seeing pictures of Batman standing next to little Robin, a proud smile on his face as the police took the criminals away. Pictures of the man helping and protecting Robin whenever the boy couldn't handle whatever mess he had gotten into. There was even a memorable one of Batman scolding an obviously sheepish Robin, a knocked-out Riddler slumped behind him.

He had wished so badly for someone to help him back them, for someone to be his Batman when times got hard. He remembered how devastated he was when it turned out the only person like him was Vlad. Vlad, who had wanted to murder his father and marry his mother. Vlad, who had overshadowed people to gain more wealth and power. Vlad, who hadn't seen how wrong it was to try and clone him.

He remembered the comments and videos from the citizens of Gotham, cheering for their heroes when they succeeded in capturing the rogues. How they still supported them when they failed. It was nothing like Amity's reaction to him.

He remembered how Gothom reacted when Robin was pronounced dead. How the city had cried and raged. He felt it all the way over in Amity, the grief and anger. The whole city had come together to mourn the boy who protected them. Even two years later, Danny could still feel the echoes.

"Jason's dead. He's dead and gone and you're letting yourself get consumed with your grief. but you made a promise Bruce."

Danny knew he had, it was the same promise Danny had made just four years ago.

Bruce's eyes widened and the anger that was surging in his eyes froze for just a moment. His hand loosened around the stapler but didn't let it go. The butler looked concerned, unsure if he should interfere or not.

"You made a promise all those years ago when you first dawned that stupid bat suit. You promised to do everything in your power to help your city. To protect it. Robin made the same promise. When he took up his suit. They both did."

Bruce's jaw tensed, his eyes narrowing. Danny lowered his body, still ready to dodge at a moment's notice.

"You made a promise to your son, Bruce. Even if he didn't know it. One that you couldn't keep."

Bruce threw the stapler, making Danny jump to the side to dodge it. His mistake was not keeping an eye on what Bruce did after throwing it. The man quickly rushed up to him, eyes blazing in anger. "You don't know anything!" he cried, his fist slamming into Danny's jaw. Danny staggered back but ducked under the next punch.

"I lost my son! I wasn't there!" Bruce shouted, kicking Danny's legs out from under him. Danny's back hit the floor, knocking the breath out of him. Bruce followed him down, breaking his nose with another punch to the face. "I promised I would protect him and I wasn't there!"

Danny growled, catching Bruce's fist in his hand and sending a punch at the side of Bruce's head. Bruce tried to lean back, Danny's fist clipping his forehead. Bruce grunted, reaching up to grab Danny's fist to keep him from punching him again.

"You couldn't protect him! I get it, it sucks!" Danny shouted back, flashes of Dani's melting form grasping at his shirt in panic pulled to the front of his mind. "It leaves a black hole in the center of your chest! It sucks all the warmth out of you, leaving only the cold bitter knowledge that you couldn't save him!" (that he couldn't save her)

Bruce pulled his fist out of Danny's hand, slamming his elbow down into Danny's chest and twisting Danny's right arm sharply in an attempt to break it. Danny kept talking though, ignoring the pain as he pulled his arm out of Bruce's grasp, "But Jason made a promise! and you're doing nothing to keep it!"

Danny grabbed onto Bruce's bathrobe and flipped them so Bruce was the one on the floor now. Quickly reaching up, Danny grabbed both of Bruce's hands and held them as still as he could. Bruce was strong, but Danny had years of fighting Skulker and the other super-strong ghosts under his belt. "He made that promise knowing that you had made the same one!"

Bruce growled, throwing his head up in an attempt to hit Danny with it. Danny leaned back, accidentally loosening his grip just enough for Bruce to break out of it. Bruce shoved him off of him, making Danny slide back and hit a chair.

Grunting, Danny stood up and lunged at Bruce. Bruce dodged to the side, dropping down to pick the stapler back up. "I can't claim to know what Jason would have wanted," Danny spat, backing up to give himself more space as Bruce stepped toward him. "but I know as someone who made the same promise, I wouldn't have wanted you to change into what you are now!"

Bruce narrowed his eyes at Danny, "Yeah, and what's that?" he growled.

"A careless, suicidal, moron," Danny growled back.

Bruce froze, stopping in place as he stared at Danny.

Danny took his chance to drive his point home; standing up straight, he raised his hands up in surrender. "He was your son. He looked up to you for protection. For guidance. And sure, maybe you weren't the best dad, and maybe you made mistakes. But you were his dad."

Danny stepped forward, watching as the butler stepped forward to reach out to the man. "and what kind of son would want his dad to kill himself?"

Bruce dropped his stapler, his eyes falling to the ground and catching onto the book he had dropped earlier. It was opened to the front page, written words in messy writing covering it.

"You need to stop, Bruce," Danny said, slowly crouching down and reaching out for the book. Bruce watched him as he stood up, the book still open to the front page in his hands. Jason's writing visible to all of them.

"you couldn't keep your promise to protect him. It sucks and it hurts. but you can keep his promise. The same promise you made all those years ago."

Bruce looked up at him, his blue eyes filling with tears, the butler's hand resting on his shoulder. Danny stepped forward again, holding the book out for Bruce to take.

"You can't protect Gotham if you're dead."

Jason's handwritten note stared up at them, the ink messy and smudged.

'to the best dad in the world and the many adventures we'll go on!'

and Bruce? Bruce crumbled to the floor with a sob, leaving Danny to stand in front of him. Blood running down his face, staining his hoodie and pink Hello Kitty pants, the book still held out with steady hands.

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[mashedmangos]

Someone asked me to do more '____ survives aus' but their ask disappeared sos

So today's character is Katjaa (my wife, she's my wife guys, I love her)

[pizzabox-box]

hurt peppino more >:)

THIS IS NOT A JOKE. ONE MORE TIMELINE WHERE ANOTHER PEPPINO GETS BITTEN BY THAT FREAK OF NATURE-

[gplovestwdg]

Clem getting chewed out for a minor infraction you hate to see it!

Mostly, i just wanted to draw brody in the uniform, who i know wouldnt modify it in any way like others

[bourbonificould]

My TWDG Original Character Ref Sheet 🤘🏾

creds: @couldbbaffledeven

[multishipperbish]

lord of the flies zombie apocalypse au :3 just flat colors for now but i'll redraw the image again one day

basically i finished watching Daybreak last year and thought "huh..." and then sketched them real good. this is a digital redraw of the first few sketches

so the story goes : instead of an island, the kids get trapped in a mall. there's zombies fuckin' all around and ralph decides they need to stay inside. they Cannot fight or they WILL die. jack thinks him cowardly and gathers the choir to kill the zombie that's been taunting them specifically in front of a meat freezer. they hang the head in the middle of the mall as a trophy.

the fire would be a signal for adults to see them from far away. they'd hide it behind big metal sheets so that zombies wouldn't see it and be drawn to it (which is how mulberry kid died, rip king) but the smoke would still rise.

at the end of the story the mall catches on fire lol

the beast is much less physical in their imaginations in this version. there's a huge looming threat that they'll get turned the same way their bus driver did (as opposed to the pilot)

i don't really know how piggy dies in this one or what happens to simon. perhaps his clothes get so dirty and he's so out of breath from running around that they mistake him for a zombie. perhaps they recognise him but believe he's turned. unfortunately the AU is still very much in the works despite being a year old

their weapons don't mean shit i just need to learn to draw different types of weapons

[lazyneonrabbitt]

His girls

Daryl Dixon x Original female characters.

Two new girls find a dog, and their very handsome owner.

This is a 3rd person fic featuring my TWD self insert Sherry, and @murdadixon's Tabby. No xReader for this one.

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Daryl couldn't find his dog.

No matter how he called or whistled around the street, the damn mutt would not show his face. So Daryl set out to find him by scent. He quickly caught on and followed his trail around the block, only to round the corner and find him in the front yard of the new arrivals. 

He was belly up on the grass, wagging his tail and being cuddled and scratched by the two girls that Aaron had brought in yesterday on a quick one-man scout trip. As his partner he had gotten updated on the fact but he hadn't seen them in person yet.

But they were good with Dog, so that was a bonus. Now he wouldn't have to always ask Carol to babysit him if he went out for too long.

Daryl stepped up to the girls and cleared his throat, having them both snap their heads up and quickly remove their hands from the animal. 

"We're sorry, sir!" The blonde one spoke fast, hands up in apology.

"Yeah. Didn't know he belonged to someone." The redhead added, mimicking the other's stance.

A low chuckle left the man before he spoke. "S'alrigh. He weren't respondin' but now I get why tha' is." He kept standing around with his hands in his pockets as he couldn't help but notice the way thw girls were staring him up and down. 

"Ya wanna babysit 'em when I go out huntin'?" The two quickly agreed. Having a dog around would surely make settling into the new community a lot easier. 

"Name's Daryl, by the way." They all exchanged names and Daryl gave them some more info on the community and names, together with descriptions of people to find in case they needed something and set off to prepare for his hunting trip. 

Back inside the house the two were talking, guessing and questioning things about their new home, but also happily gushing over the very handsome dog owner from earlier. 

Some time later a woman came by, offering to take them to the community's inventory space and let them pick out some clothes and necessities. "Hi, you're Carol, right?" The lady was happily greeted from the kitchen by the red haired woman, only for the other one to peek her head around the living room corner and chime in too. "Yeah! Daryl told us to find you if we needed anything."

Again, the duo was met with a kind smile but taken a little by surprise as one of them quipped. "He your husband?" 

Carol put a hand to her mouth as she laughed. "Oh, no dear. He's my best friend. He came by to make sure I'd check in on you. See if you were doing okay while you wait on Deanna's word." 

The girls ended up tagging along on a small tour of the community, being shown the larger important areas like the infirmary, inventory and the pantry. Before they went on their trek back to the house they went to pick up their needed items.

Later that day they were met by Deanna, who officially welcomed them into the community and would be assigning them both a job in the upcoming days. 

As the first week ended, Sherry, the blonde girl, had gotten a job at the inventory, repairing any damaged pieces of clothing that came in or patching up curtains, blankets and towels.

Tabby, the redhead had gotten a job at the pantry next door to help Olivia with her job that was becoming a little too much for just one person, making sure inventory was kept and no one took too much off the shelves. 

The girls stayed together that way and quickly became a part of the community.

Thanks to quickly becoming friends with Daryl by dogsitting so often, they were given the option to live with him, since after Carol moved to the Kingdom, his house was almost empty anyways. 

The three of them talked about it and agreed it'd work out fine and within the week after that they both moved in.

Two weeks in their new community and they were living with the gorgeous old man and his adorable dog. 

"Don't think hitting the jackpot was still a thing during the apocalypse." Tabby called from the stovetop. 

"Besides stumbling on a truckload of food, you mean." Sherry called back from the couch, where she was frankensteining a warm hoodie out of old scraps.

The two laughed around together until Daryl came home, announcing he'd be leaving on a multiple day hunting trip. Something about seeing better at night with the full moon up. 

The girls agreed to care for Dog while he was gone, and he brought back quite the amount of game. 

And the next full moon he left again, and brought back a nice haul.

The next moon, the same tale. 

They also learned he was allergic to chocolate. Carol brought cookies on her visits and made sure to tell them not to eat the ones without chocolate since they were specifically made for Daryl. 

"I'm pretty sure I saw him snack on a raw piece of squirrel when he was cutting one up last week." Tabby sat on the couch with her nose in a book. 

"I'm almost entirely convinced he's a werewolf." Sherry shoved a notepad over the book.

"Look, all signs are there." Her voice was a little too excited, but the redhead had to admit her friend had a very clear analysis written down and all points did come together to the same conclusion. 

"So, what now? You wanna sit him down and show him your notes?" 

The blonde shrugged. "I mean, why not?" 

The worst thing that could happen was her being wrong and things being awkward for a while. But she was so convinced she was being right that she couldn't see that happen. 

So the next time he got ready for his hunting trip Sherry spoke up. 

"You know you can just tell us you're a werewolf, right? No need to use weird excuses for your full moon runs." 

Daryl had stopped dead in his tracks at her words. Obsessively retracing his steps to figure out how they could have figured it out. But now his clearly panicked state gave him away, and sighed in defeat. "Aigh', how'dya figure it out?" 

Before Sherry could talk, Tabby had jumped up. "Wait, for real?" She let out an excited squeal. "Show us, pleasee?"

Daryl took a step back, still stuck being caught so off guard by two women who only knew him for a few months.

"She means we'd love to see you be your real self, no need to hide when we're around. Snack on squirrels if you're hungry, we don't care." A notepad covered in detailed writing was handed to him and he looked it over. His brows raising with how impressed he was she had managed to gather all this info before coming to the right conclusion. 

"M'still goin' on tha hunt. Talk after, yeah?" Two nods let him know it was all good, and he went out with a much more calm feeling this time around, knowing he'd have them waiting back at home no matter what. 

So he hunted in the surrounding forest, now feeling like he was being truly useful and not disgusting for once. 

Not that he had issues with being a werewolf, he just hated always having to be careful and hide it all the time. 

But now he could be home whenever he wanted, even when his mind howled at him and he had a hard time hiding his claws and fangs. 

He hunted more this run. Brought back two deer and a nice stash of rabbits and squirrels. He almost caught a boar too but he let it go to get a stray walker away from his deer.

Back home the two women had prepared him a nice meal as a peace offering. An apology for catching him so off guard before he left. 

Never in his life had he felt so welcome, but this was his home now. Him and his two girls. 

His girls.

No, the girls that he shared a home with. Not his girls. 

But they were his girls. His mind told him so. That night in bed he dreamt. He watched as they cuddled up with Dog, giving him head scratches and belly rubs as his vision slowly distorted and he saw his own shifted self in place of his canine companion. The blonde rubbed her tits against his muzzle as the other stroked his cock as she rubbed herself on his thigh.

He woke up panting, feeling like he was about to shift. From a goddamn wet dream..

He spent longer in his downstairs bedroom that morning. Although they said he'd be food to walk around how he wanted, he didn't want his fangs to be on display or his claws to be out but no matter what he tried it wouldn't fade. At least he wasn't painfully hard anymore.

He gave himself a pep talk before heading up to the main floor and praying the girls were out already. 

"Hey Dee, wow." Tabby gave the man a once over, seeing his clawed hand as he raked it through his messy hair and offering him the drink she had gotten for herself. "Rough night?" 

Daryl only grumbled in response before downing the drink and heading out to the back porch for a smoke. 

And of course there he ran into the other cause of his annoyance. Sherry happily cooing at his dog as she brushed out his tangled fur.

"You look like the full moon hasn't decided to leave just yet, dude. Why not sleep in?" She suggested as she followed his figure sitting down and lighting up a smoke and grumbling some more. He disliked speaking with his fangs out.

"You can always just shift all the way to let out the frustration. You know, like a reset button." It wasn't something he had thought of before, and was now contemplating to do so. 

"Just let us watch. Tabby'd be over the moon." 

Oh how he hated that they were getting what they wanted and it being good for him too.. But he agreed and led her back inside and calling Tabby over.

"S'yer lucky day I guess. Sit." And without question they sat. 

In front of them Daryl had dropped to his knees and let the change take over. Deep, growling breaths filled the room as he became more beast than man in mere seconds and eventually was fully transformed. He watched his housemates on the couch as they stared, wide eyed and squirming. Thighs rubbing together as they stared. Downward?

His cock stood at full attention thanks to the source of his frustration. 

But neither of the girls was staring in disgust.

No, the absolute opposite.

They were interested. Their arousal was clear as day and he wasn't entirely sure how to respond. 

"Want help with that, big boy?" 

"I'll go lock the doors." 

Both women were on their feet within seconds as Daryl sat there, processing the whole situation but not really getting to before he was being touched all over. "Just move us to where you want us, yeah?" A soft nod let them know he understood as he laid on his back. 

One large paw went to tug at Tabby's sweats as the other one pawed at Sherry's top. 

The hint was clear as they undressed and waited for his next order.

Within moments he had them both settled like he saw in his dreams. His thigh soaked as one grinded herself down on it and a wet pair of tits against his muzzle, his thick tongue lapping at her nipples and a rough paw pad rubbing at her clothed pussy.

Their combined moans and the feeling of their hands around his shaft were so good it didn't last long before he spilled all over his stomach. He helped them both over the edge as well before relaxing back onto the floor and pulling them both close to him. 

From that moment on his two housemates did become His girls. A mutual agreement between the three of them.

More fun was had whenever one of them had a bad day, or when they were all in the mood. In both human and shifted form neither of the girls backed down and had their fun with him. 

He really had hit the jackpot. 

He was almost done with the day, stepping onto his porch as he caught one of the girls' voice saying something very interesting.

He knew he shouldn't, bjt he couldn't help but eavesdrop

"Man.. I wish I could have his puppies." Tabby slumped on the couch, tired after a long workday. 

"I mean, if you want I can carry it for ya?" Sherry came in too, offering her a plate of food. "Would you do that? Thought that shit scared you so much." The redhead happily chowed down on the meal, offering thanks between spoonfuls.

"Babies? Never in my life. Puppies? No problem with those." She offered her friend a kind smile. "Besides, that's what friends do. Being surrogate moms for their besties? We'll have to go ask around for a breast pump and a bottle though. So you can at least bottle feed the furball."

Daryl had a hard time containing his excitement, but managed to calmly smoke another cigarette before going into the house, pretending he didn't hear any of that.

Between then and the day Daryl left for his next full moon hunting trip Tabby and Sherry puzzled together a list of needed items, from vitamins to the breast pump and bottle, to maybe some nice stretchy pants or maternity clothes.

All while Daryl waited for them to ask him about the one thing that had been screwing with his focus for over a week now. 

With his stuff packed and ready to leave he was stopped by a hand with a piece of paper smacked against his arm, a flushed Tabby beside him who hid her face behind her hair.

"W'sthis?" He took the paper and went to unfold but another smacked hand stopped him. "List for Sherry and me. Please open it when you're outside the walls, okay?" 

Daryl mumbled something about strange women and their words, but he agreed and pocketed the paper. He kissed her goodbye and set out to find Sherry at her workplace before leaving on his trip.

Sherry was easily found in her workplace and was informed of the secret little list he was given, said his goodbyes and now left for the gates.

As soon as Daryl was out on the main road he stopped his bike and took the small paper from his pocket. Its contents had been mulling around in his mind ever since he touched it.

But he wouldn't have guessed this was how his girls would have played their cards. 

The list was full of baby stuff. And underlined in red sat those two things he heard them talk about. 

His hunting would have to be delayed for a bit. His first stop was Hilltop. 

He thanked the baby doctor for his donation and caught up with Maggie before setting out again, leaving a large deer at their gate as a thanks that same night. He hunted and stashed his kills for the remainder of his time and took quick runs into nearby areas to scout for the listed items. 

He had a large backpack with his girls' items and a good amount of meat gathered at the edge of the woods near the Alexandria gates.

His excitement to return home was clear as he returned earlier than usual, dropping the animals that hadn't been retrieved yet off at the pantry and heading for his house immediately after.

Welcomed by his girls he dumped the bag on the coffee table, right in front of them. 

"Ya girls planned on askin' me nicely?" 

It was clear they weren't gonna say a word, so he was just gonna ask a million yes or no questions even though he knew the answers already.

He found it crazy how they could so openly talk about it with each other but as soon as he asked they'd be all flustered and shy about it.

"So ya want pups." A set of nods meant yes.

"And yer too scared ta ask?" More nodding.

He gave his next question some thought. He wasn't needed in the community for the next two days as those were his given resting days. And since they were both home it meant they had nowhere to be either. 

"Wanna head upstairs?" 

Sherry shrugged and got up to follow while Tabby stayed behind. 

"You too," Daryl stopped at the bottom of the stairs. "Yer as much part'a this as her." 

Daryl treated his girls equally. Always making sure they got just as many kisses and cuddles. Naptime was always shared and he always made sure both of them were all the way asleep and comfortable before passing out in between them at night.

But of course he also made sure they both came at least twice, three times each before finishing himself. Twice ofcourse. 

And that's how every moment they had together was spent for the next week. Up in the largest bedroom, round after round untill Tabby was too sore and fucked out, and Sherry was pregnant.

Daryl had permanently moved into the main house now, staying at their side whenever he wasn't out.

It was a known fact Daryl wasn't human, but that was all good as long as he stayed human within the walls and outside his home. And people had already started catching on about the two new girls being together with him as he never cared to hide  how he felt for them. Some found it weird and had their opinions, but they knew better than to voice them openly. 

But now one of them was pregnant, and people were concerned about her. 

Did she want it? Was it planned? Was it even healthy? Wasn't the other one jealous?

Those questions didn't last long, though. They faded quickly after a little incident at the pantry when Sherry, with her bump clearly visible by now, came to pick up some extra food and Tabby and her overheard whispers coming from others nearby.

Tabby was working so she could only kindly request they take their items and leave, but Sherry and her hormones weren't having it and snapped at them, making a bigger scene than necessary but not caring at all because someone dared to badmouth her family and she wasn't gonna let that slide.

She had rounded the shelf in seconds and snapped at the women. 

"How about you keep your nose out of our business and spend more time with it up your husband's ass so he won't have to grope a different girl each week huh?" 

Tabby hid a laugh behind her hands while the women loudly gasped at the insult. 

The offended one huffed. "Well." She puffed out her chest and stood tall. "You two sleep with nasty monsters." She scoffed at the two as the other middle aged, probably high class before, woman backed her up with an even less insulting remark. 

Now both of the girls laughed out loud. "Wow she really got us there." The sarcasm dripped off the words like venom. "Yeah, wow. Tabby, why didn't you tell me our man wasn't human?" Their laughs came from deep as they kept talking. "Our sweet, loyal beast." The emphasis on 'loyal' was strong, and a clear jab at the woman's cheating husband. 

Daryl had long made his entrance to the scene, staying back with a wide grin on his face as he watched his girls stand up for themselves and tear into the other women with nothing but truths and observations. 

Olivia had made her way into the pantry as well, now shooing both duos out of the door. At least Sherry got her items and Tabby now got the rest of the day off. 

Their happy giggles continued as they stepped onto the street, Daryl joining them only seconds later. "Yer insane, the both of ya." He fell into step in between them and moved to kiss both their cheeks. "Thanks fer defendin' me. Them old hags dun' like me very much."

It was a fun but tiring event, and the three of them called dog upstairs with them and piled on the bed for cuddles and some much needed rest.

The next month and a half passed quickly. And with some careful communication the trio had made a trip to Hilltop and get an ultrasound done and got the greatest news.

Although it did spike Sherry's anxiety, she was over the moon when the screen showed not one, but two little squirmy pups. "Look at that! One little nugget for both of us in one go!" Tabby happily but cautiously hugged her friend as Daryl shared encouraging words and praise. 

The way back home went by a lot quicker with the three all buzzing with excitement.

Luckily there wasn't much more waiting to be done as the last week approached fast. 

Bedrest sucked a little less with a dog always at her side and two adorably concerned people in the house making sure she was doing okay. All the time. Up to the second her water broke.

When her contractions had started Daryl had sent Tabby to fetch some items they'd need from the infirmary and got back as fast as possible to not miss anything. 

It took almost an entire day but eventually both pups were out and nursing. 

With both pups asleep, Sherry laid in bed. She kept nodding off while she tried to focus on pumping some more milk. She didn't want to keep nursing them both and risk them not imprinting on Tabby as their mother. 

Tabby, who laid next to her in bed, two pups snuggled against her bare skin. 

Daryl was all over the place, cleaning up the mess and making sure there'd be enough food prepped and up for grabs. No matter how bad he wanted to lay in bed with his girls and pups, he was going to make sure every needed task was done before resting. 

This went on for days. The girls spending all their time with the pups as Daryl made quick work of needed things and joined them afterwards.

He came from the kitchen with three bowls of stew balanced in his hands and set them out on the coffee table. They were still too hot to eat immediately so he took his time to settle down between his girls who were lovingly feeding their pups, both having picked their favorite momma. 

They had really hit the jackpot here in their home in Alexandria.

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[topazy]

A different tomorrow

Tomorrow's promise au

Pairing: Shane Walsh × oc, Daryl Dixon x oc

Warnings: None

Shane’s pov 2.11

Sitting by the small campfire, Shane nods his head in appreciation when Carol scoops food onto a plate and then hands it to him. Even with little ingredients, the older woman still managed to make everything she cooked taste good. “Thank you; it’s appreciated.”

Looking down, Shane smiles. Jace was wriggling on the red and black checkered blanket that was being used as a barrier between him and grass. It filled Shane with a sense of pride seeing how much his son was starting to look like him. A reminder that Jace was his son.

While different conversations happen around the campfire, Shane keeps his eyes firmly focused on Jace while he eats until Rick sits down across from him, “morning.”

“Morning, you should get some eggs before they are gone.”

“Will do,” Rick raises his hand to shield his eyes from the sun. “Where’s Lily?”

Daryl lifts his head and looks in Shane’s direction for the first time that morning. Shane resists the urge to scoff; Dixon would have been dying to ask where Lily was the whole time. Licking at his dry lips, he says, “She’s dead to the world; she didn’t get much sleep last night. She couldn’t get her mind off what’s inside that darn barn.”

Glenn, overhearing, looks over them, his eyes wide with surprise, “Randall? She’s afraid of the kid?”

Daryl mumbles under his breath how Lily had a point. Shane is tempted to say something to him but holds his tongue; he meets Rick's gaze, and the intensity in his blue eyes is jarring. Rick looks as if he’s ready to implode as they share a look, silently acknowledging they are thinking the same thing.

Shane looks back down just as Jace scrunches his face up and whines. Chuckling, he places the plate on the ground and picks his son up. “What’s wrong, huh? You need to chime in now?”

A few cooing noises come from all around the campfire.

Shane was learning what the different cries meant. “Little man has been up since daylight; I’m going to put him down.”

“I can do it,” Rick says quietly. “I’ll take him to my tent; Lily will just wake up hearing him cry.”

—

Sighing, Shane lays back on the bed, being careful not to wake Lily, who was still in a deep sleep. She didn’t seem to have stirred once since he left; it just showed how badly she needed the extra few hours of resting.

Nearly an hour later, Lily woke up groggy, “Mornin handsome.”

Seeing how adorable she looks, Shane couldn’t help but smile and plant a soft kiss on her lips. “Morning Darlin,” he holds onto her hips to deepen this kiss, but Lily pulls back, leaving him feeling rejected.

“Where's Jace?”

“Rick is watching him. He offered to take him after breakfast.”

“Breakfast?” She jolts upright. “What time is it?”

“Nearly noon.”

Shane holds her face and kisses her. When the kiss deepens, Lily presses her body against his, and Shane momentarily flinches but then continues kissing her, pushing the fact he just heard his fiancé mumble Dixon’s name.

[realmofthewd]

Birds and Beetles

[violcntwcys]

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i am not a creature that was born. i am a fire that was set.

[uzi-x33]

forgot to post this but here’s me and my friends talking abt a bsd x twd au ^_^ and Donald trump is what we call f Scott Fitzgerald btw💀 I wanna make concept art for this so bad RAHHHH

[lilliancdoodles]

I was listening to Seventeen from Heathers and my brain is so FitPac crazy that I started thinking who would be who in a Fitpac Heathers AU? thing? story? This is based more on the musical than the movie and not everything fit's 100%. idk, im deranged and these are my thoughts. lyrics that come to mind for the character choices will be in italics.

------------------------------- Veronica Sawyer - Pac I think qPac would also be good at forgeries, and the other character dynamics would make more sense with Pac in this position. He is really good at manipulating things and can stand up for himself, but I can also see him getting sucked into being apart of the Heather, and accidentally leaving Martha (Mike). J. D. - Fit Fit as the loner who's the emo kid, and defends Pac with everything he can. + JD's dad have a demolition company explaining his knowledge of explosives. Cares a lot but it can get misdirected (into murder that Fit would 100% know how to cover up). HEAVY leaning into 'protective Fit' with the violence.

Heather Chandler - Cellbit Leader of the Heathers. Very manipulative and knows how to control people and get them to do what he wants, plus the red coloring. And totally would haunt Pac after the murder. Heather Duke - Bagi Constantly challenging Chandler for power and when Chandler dies she takes the opportunity to be the leader. And though it never gets brought up after the first song, Duke is the head of the yearbook committee. Heather McNamara - Tubbo Some of the stuff that McNamara says I can totally imagine Tubbo saying. 'If I had a meat cleaver down the center of your skull i'd have matching halves, that's very important' (Beautiful) I also like that this means that Pac saves Tubbo during the 'Shine a Light reprise' song. He would be confident but under the surface he's scared and finally breaks in 'Shine a Light Reprise' Kurt Kelly- Foolish 'He's the smartest guy on the football team, which is kinda like being the tallest dwarf' (Beautiful) I know Foolish is really smart, but I think his playing dumb really works for this character. If he dialed up the teasing to an 11 and was an asshole I could see him being like Kurt. Ram Sweeney- Bad Gonna be honest, Bad is here cause having Foolish and Bad being these best friends that get murdered together and get written to be gay lovers in a forged suicide note works way too well. I don't think anything else that Bad does fit's this character at all. Maybe it's just his teasing and pranks but more and mean. Though i think it would be funny if he still doesn't swear, but he's still the school bully. This is mostly just here for Foolhalo content. Kurt and Rams' parents - Phil and Missa 'Im talking you and me. In the summer of '83' (I love my dead gay son) They are Kurt and Ram's gay dads. That it. that's the only reason. Martha Dunstock - Mike 'My best friend since diapers' (Beautiful) Pac and Mike are best friends. I don't really know how to handle the crush on Ram and the whole Kindergarten song. But I don't think anyone else could fit the role of the best friend. Mrs. Flemming - Baghera This is the hippie teacher and I feel that Bags would totally be crazy and try to be the fun teacher in the 'Shine a Light' song. Obviously qBags is better at this, but imagining a peak Purgatory Bags as this teacher. She's trying her best. I'm probably not going to do anything with this i just needed to get my thoughts out. A fun thing, If you have any other ideas for who would be who, or if you have more thoughts on my picks, please feel free to discuss.

[mashedmangos]

Redid my duck survives design because the other one was boring

Plus the campfire scene from s2 ep 5 because I thought it was silly

[pizzabox-box]

I feel like when Peppino realizes that constantly yelling at Peppi-no for taking his place isn't the best solution for getting him to confess, it's already gonna be too late.

Like what if eventually Peppi-no gets to a point where the constant guilt of what he did just... breaks him. He just gives up. He finally goes out and announces what he did, and when one or more of Peppino’s friends inevitably come to take revenge, he does... nothing. He doesn't try to fight it, he doesn't try to run away, he just sits there, accepting his fate...

And Peppino sees this all happening. He got what he wanted. Peppi-no finally told the truth. Everyone finally knew what he did. Peppi-no was finally facing the consequences of his actions... But he didn't feel any better. In fact, he felt worse. Staring at Peppi-no's broken face as he just sat there, waiting to die... He had been trying so hard to avoid this very thing, to avoid these consequences so that he wouldn’t get hurt, but now, Peppino had pushed him so far that he didn't even care anymore...

What has he done...?

That would certainly be an interesting turn of events! How far is Peppino willing to go to get justice? As I stated before, breaking Peppi-no is not his intention. (He's a vengeful ghost, but he still has some humanity in him.) However, if things continue as they are, he’s going to resort to increasingly more and more drastic measures.

Peppino is going to insist that the truth must come out, while Peppi-no will do everything he can to prevent it. And this will continue until one of them finally snaps—or the truth slips out! Either way, the truth will eventually come to light.

I can't really imagine Peppi-no just giving up. He's very stubborn and will do anything to keep the "Peppino train" going. He's willing to go to great lengths to keep his secret. Let's just say that if a character Peppi-no deems unimportant and easily disposable were to find out the truth, he would silence them for good. He's genuinely sorry for what he did, but he's also trying to save his own skin. (Otherwise, he would have already come forward with the truth by now.)

Also, side note: Fake Peppino—and by extension, Peppi-no—is very hard to kill. So unless they bring out a flamethrower, he would just be waiting for a beatdown.

(That's a reasonable punishment, if you ask me!)

At the end of the day Peppino just wants justice.

[emmodii-mode]

In my defence, what was I supposed to do? Leave their corpses to rot?