#and das a wrap for road trip

[intoxicated-chan]

Daryl Dixon request! You and Daryl have just recently got together a few months ago! You and Daryl wander off from the group when you're on the road too look for food water ext, you both get a bit frisky and your sexual tension builds(maybe a bit of bickering), but it’s dangerous, so Daryl takes you against the tree your legs wrapped around him your back against the tree a gun in hand just in case a walker hears, but he’s also kissing you to muffle your moans 💕💕

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫

Summary ➳ Daryl fucks you against the tree. (Idk what else to say) 

(A/n) ➳ I am not made to write smut! Most of one-shot is just fluff and only a couple hundred words is smut... I’m sorry.   

Word Count ➳ 1.4k 

Content Warnings ➳ Female reader, sexual content, mainly fluff, little smut, typical TWD violence, swearing, pet names (Sweetheart, darlin’), getting caught but not knowing? Unprotected sex, p-in-v, outdoor sex, creampie... 

“I ain’t gonna say it again.” You pushed Daryl as the two of you walked through the empty streets. “Move your damn ass.”  

“Stop yer damn whinin’.” Daryl retorted. “And I know yer ass ain’t talkin’ crap when ya nearly lost yerself in places like this and I had to find ya.” Finally, he picked up his pace, just like you wanted him to do for the past two hours, maybe more. 

You rolled your eyes, arms crossed and scoffed but quickly shut yourself up when you tripped on your own feet.  

“I heard that.” Daryl commented.  

“Piss off.”  

“Swearin’ ain’t gonna scare me away sweetheart.” He chuckled and stopped, loading his crossbow as he caught sight of a lone walker. “Yer stuck with me.” He murmured, aiming the crossbow with a finger on the trigger.  

“Sadly.” You playfully sighed, standing back as you let Daryl deal with the simple threat.  

How long has it been? Three- no, four? Yes, four months. You both had strayed from the group, a habit you both developed over the past few months, much to the group’s dismay. 

“Top that.” Daryl said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He walked to the dead walker, putting his foot on its head to pull the arrow out of its skull. “Now, ya sure we ain’t lost?” He asked, wiping the blood from the arrow.  

You shot him a grin, unfolding your arms and placed them on your lips. “Lost? Please, I could navigate these roads blindfolded.”  

Daryl raised an eyebrow. “Remembered that happened when I left ya with Rick.”  

“Please, don’t remind me.”  

“Then stop lyin’.” 

You shook your head. “Then do you have any idea where we’re headed, Dixon?” You asked, as you pulled at the straps of your bag, trying to relieve your shoulders.  

Daryl shot you a glance, his smirk turning into a genuine smile. “Jus’ followin’ the trail, darlin’.” He answered in his trademark gravelly voice. “Ain’t like we got a map or somethin’.”  

“Well, let’s hope your tracking skills are as good as you say they are.”  

He huffed but then laughed, his eyes moving to what’s in front of them for any sign of movement. “Trust me, (Y/n), ain’t no walker gonna sneak up on us while I’m around.”  

Your smile dropped by the sound of rusting in the bushes beside the road. Daryl aimed his crossbow while you unsheathed your knife. Slowly, they approached the source of the noise, ready to attack. 

But you gasped, a small rabbit darted out from the bush, scurrying away into the distance. Daryl lowered his crossbow.  

“Looks like dinner jus’ ran off.”  

You clicked your tongue, sheathing your knife as you reached into your bag. “Guess we’ll have to settle for canned beans again.” 

The two of you decided to make camp when you noted the sunset, and you knew it would be some time before you reached the group. Daryl gathered dry twigs and branches, making a small fire.  

Sitting side by side on makeshift logs, you both shared a meal of canned beans that were heated by the flames. The fire flickered over the silence, luckily, you both were comfortable.  

Though you side eyed Daryl when he refused the spoon, he found it easier to eat with his hands. Daryl looked at you as you ate, noticing the pistol he had given you for protection wasn’t on or near you. “Where’s the gun I gave ya?”  

You hesitated for a moment, scrapping the sides of the can with your spoon. “I... I couldn’t get it to work.” You admitted sheepishly. “It feels like it’s clogged.” 

Daryl sat his half-eaten can of beans to the side and licked his fingers clean. He reached down to your bag to retrieve the pistol, examining it near the fire. His brows furrowed in concentration as he tried to find the issue.  

As he worked, you couldn’t help but stare. The way his rugged features were softened by the firelight, the way his gruff hands moved with such precision... It made you rub your thighs together.  

He was always skilled with his fingers, making you crumble and become weak with just his hands.  

“-Good to go.” Daryl’s voice made you jump, catching the pistol in time before it hit the ground. “Test it out.”  

You looked around. “Here?”  

“There’s a silencer on it for a reason.” 

“And waste bullets?”  

“Ya gonna complain or try it?”  

Daryl pointed at a tree not far but barely visible. “Try it,” he stood, motioning for you to stand. But you just stared at him. “C’mon.”  

You stood and looked where he pointed, it was a tree with a giant rock to its left side. You gripped the pistol and aimed it.  

Daryl moved behind you. “Ya gotta straighten your posture.” He murmured, his voice low, his hot breath hitting your ear. “Like this.”  

Gently, he adjusted your stance, his hands lingering on your shoulders for a moment, longer than necessary. His hands, his voice, his breath... It all sent shivers down your spinel, a sensation that sent a rush down to your cunt.  

“Is this better?” You said, your voice barely audible. 

Daryl nodded, you couldn’t see but there was a faint smirk. “Much.”  

“Should I-” You stumbled when you felt his hands come on your hips, you felt your face starting to burn. “Daryl?’ 

He hushed you. “Don’ think.” He replied softly. “Go on, fire it.”  

“I can’t.” You retorted. “Walkers are nearby-” 

Daryl snatched the gun and pushed you against a tree, you didn’t see it coming. “Guess I gotta keep ya quiet.” He muttered, leaning in. “Think I didn’t notice ya starin’? Oglin’ me? So damn desperate.”  

“Ain’t my fault.” You said, shrugging, trying to act natural. “Looking like a goddamn meal.”  

“Wanna taste?” Again, he spoke in your ear, nearly making your knees buckle.  

“Please.”  

“Then shut up.”  

He used his free hand to pull you in a kiss, the hand that held a pistol remained by the side of your head. You immediately returned the kiss, your arms wrapped around his neck.  

God, he tasted so good. He smelled so good, some fucking how. Or maybe it was your nose playing with you, but you didn’t care. You needed more of him.  

You then jumped on him, using your own strength to keep you upright. It startled Daryl as he didn’t expect it.  

Daryl's hand squeezed your ass, gaining a moan from you.  He pulled back. “Gotta keep quiet for me.” He said. “Think ya can do that?” 

Yu didn’t understand a single word that came out of his beautiful mouth, but slammed your lips against his, becoming addicted to him.  

“Do me a favor.” Daryl hummed against your neck. “Unbuckle my pants for me.”  

Maggie froze in place, lifting his hand up to stop Carol. “Did you hear that?” She murmured, it sounded like a whimper or maybe a moan.  

“Sounds like a person.” Carol responded.  

“Might be survivors.”  

Nodding in agreement, Carol followed Maggie as she cautiously followed the source of the nose. Moving slowly and carefully, her guard was on high alert.  

But she didn’t expect to see Daryl with his pants around his knees with your legs around his waist. The strap of your tank top fell past your shoulders, exposing one of your breasts.  

It looked like his lips were glued to yours, he only took a couple of moments to catch his breath before they were back on you.  

Carol sighed and covered her eyes turning away, honestly, she wasn’t surprised. She just didn’t think you both go as far as to do it out in the open.  

“That doesn’t look comfortable.” Carol commented.  

“It isn’t.” Maggie replied. “Should we-” 

“Let them get it out of their systems.” Carol grabbed Maggie’s arm to walk away.  

Daryl had you up against the tree, your back throbbing from the uneven trunk digging into your skin. Your lips are most likely swollen by now, saliva dripping down your chin. 

There was something thrilling about being fucked out in the open with danger nearby. But there wasn’t a single ounce of fear with Daryl holding the pistol. 

He felt your fingernails digging into him as he fucked you, he was getting off on it. 

Your moans were always cut off, as well as your words. He took pleasure in seeing you getting frustrated.  

Daryl felt your walls tighten around him, desperately trying to hold him in, chasing an orgasm.  

And when Daryl comes, he does it inside. He manages to go deeper than before. You slumped against Daryl, eyes shut.  

“don’ go sleepin’ on me now.” Daryl now had you standing on your feet, his only hand keeping you up as he looked around. “We got a couple hours before day. I say we use ‘em.” 

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[officialdaydreamer00]

Aimless outing

in which you took your significant other out for a ride.

pairing: idia shroud x yuu/reader

contents: kinda short oneshot, lower case intended, this is just a spoonful of sugar tbh, everyone thank deuce for lending us his blastcycle, kinda ooc idia? idk, actually based on a screenshot in the game i'm playing and i love that lmao, reader is referred to as yuu, gender neutral reader and narrated with you/yours

★ the daydreamer speaks — my second entry for my tumblr older sibling @cloudcountry's sweet shroud summer 2024!! the worms are worming and i'm on a roll hehe ^-^

do i tag? yes, i do. my main idia liker: @edith-is-a-cat, others: @identity-theft-101 @keii-starz @xen-blank @loser-jpg @lemonchuu @dove-da-birb @twistwonderlanddevotee @escha-evenstar

remember to comment or reblog if you enjoy my work!!

"Yuu-shi, where are we going!?"

"Somewhere, anywhere! Does it really matter?"

a slow sunday and the lack of immediate tasks in your schedule was all you needed. and what better way to spend the day with your beloved than taking him out for a ride?

deuce was kind enough to lend you his blastcycle for this little trip of yours, wishing you good luck and all, and you've already gotten permission to go out from the headmage the day before, as much as you hated his gut. meanwhile, ortho was doing his best to get idia waiting outside of campus, and making sure he didn't second guess his desicions before you arrive.

and that led us to where you were now, going kilometres per hour as if gliding through the highway, feeling the cool wind of a chilly afternoon excitedly picking up your hair as the sun retreated behind the mountains. you loved the thrill it gave you, if the bright wide grin on your face was of any indications.

idia, on the other hand, was a bit overwhelmed. with his arms coiled tightly around your waist, hands trembling ever so slightly, he hid his face in your hair, not daring even a peek at the blurring surroundings.

"It's not a ride if you can't see what made it so fun in the first place, Idia! Just give it a try, then we can go back if you want."

idia stayed quiet, weighing his options. he could ask you to go back and return to the monotony of his life, safe yet nothing special. or, he could continue on this ride, just you and him on the road to an ambiguous destination.

he opened his eyes, widening as they laid on the most beautiful painting of dusk mother nature had drawn. white, pink, and orange blended together so harmoniously on a darkening blue canvas. rows of clouds lined the sky, bouncing around the little lights left of the sun onto the crashing waves the sea created.

his breath was taken away.

"Quite a sight, isn't it?"

idia could only muttered a soft 'yeah' as his eyes glued at picturesque scenery, taking in all he could for he wasn't sure he was going to see such a sight again. his tight grip on you slowly loosened, now only wrapping around your waist like a warm hug you would give him on chilly days.

the moon soon made its appearance as the canvas of nature was painted black, stars glimmering from beyond like diamonds in the sky. the two of you was making your way back to campus, with the blastcycle's headlights and idia's hair illuminating the road.

idia found the night sky was beautiful, a lot different from dusk, but he loved it all the same.

it was a fleeting sensation of a thrill so different than what his heart was used to, but it was welcoming, a comfort even. especially when you were there with him, laughing without a care and genuinely living in the moment.

it was a memory he wished to never forget.

[official-impravidus]

Da Capo by impravidus

Eddie dies in 4x14 and time travels to Season 1.

The embrace of death is the feeling of lying on the clean sheets of your bed after a long road trip.

The beating of your heart dwindling as a diminuendo is like the sweet release of rest after a twenty four hour shift.

The moments during death are not peaceful or merciful, but they are gentle.

Eddie opens his eyes in the great expanse of everything and nothing.

It is vast and it is beyond comprehension and it also kind of looks like his living room.

There is a being there that his human brain cannot fathom, like a visage of greatness and omnipotence and Being. Its presence is choking but it’s also comforting like a blanket pulled from the dryer wrapped around his insides.

“Eddie,” it says, its voice a melody and a scream and the vacuum of the universe. 

“Where am I?” Eddie asks.

“You are In Between. You are on the precipice of Life and After,” it says.

“So, I’m dead,” Eddie says.

“Not yet,” it says. “You have suffered an unfair deal with death. It is not your time. Not yet.”

Eddie feels the phantom feeling of the bullet going through his heart. Can still see the stunned look on Buck’s face.

“You have a choice, young one.” It takes Eddie’s hands into its essence. Safety and power and strength and knowing flow through his veins. “Would you like to rest or would you like to go back?”

Eddie’s eyes widen. “I… I can go back?”

“It is up to you,” it says, the feeling of the warmest smile washing over Eddie. “Rest or go back?”

Eddie feels tears prickle, pooling into his eyelashes. “I want to go back.”

“And so it is done.”

Eddie expects to wake up back on the asphalt he had died on. Or maybe lying in the hospital surrounded by everyone he loves.

Instead, he shoots up from a lumpy mattress in a sticky humidity that he had almost forgotten the feeling of.

His chest heaves labored breaths as his eyes dart around the unfamiliar (no, not unfamiliar, just not familiar) room. 

It’s his old room in El Paso. It was the last house he and Chris had lived in before they moved to LA. 

His breaths quicken. No. No, no, no, no! 

He didn’t want this. He didn’t… his whole life. Had it really? No, it was… he knows it was…

“Daddy?”

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[thetravellingvagrant]

Day 3: In Which I Am Awed By Tentacles

To no one's surprise greater than my own, I was up early and raring to go, sticking - in what must be some kind of record - to my own rules re: leaving the house before 10:30 for more than one day in a row. So early, I was up, in fact, that I even had time for a fairly leisurely breakfast, made from the supplies I had purchased yesterday and mercifully not out of hot dogs and some old wraps; the former of which had all been eaten and the latter developing a nasty, crinkly texture. 

I had, instead, purchased some cream cheese in anticipation of a couple of lovely slabs of morning toast. Upon returning to the hostel that night, I realized that the kitchen did not come equipped with a toaster, but that was fine, a lovely…open face cream cheese sandwich would suffice, I thought. I cracked everything open, salivating uncontrollably as I did and…nope. That was not cream cheese. I don't know what sort of cheese it actually was - my best Google suggests it may have been queso fresco - but it was crumbly and aggressively bland and did not spread well at all. Why the fuck can't I get any nice food, here? It must exist. 

I choked down the first of two sandwiches I had made opting to quietly discard the second in the bin before begrudgingly making two more sandwiches for my lunch - this time with some salami which would, I hoped,though was entirely wrong, would mask the taste of the cheese and heading out into Lisbon once more.

My plans for the day were to take a little train just outside of the city to a town called Algés which housed the Vasco Da Gama aquarium. An aquarium for which every entry in TripAdvisor read “actually much better than the big, proper aquarium of Lisbon, actually” in what was either a real push to emphasize how good it was or, more likely, a half-inflated effort to convince themselves that the time taken to visit wouldn't have been better spent in a far superior fish-zoo. I hoped it was the former - pretty sure it was the latter.

Regardless, I had read on their website that they had an in-tact, embalmed giant squid on display - an incredibly rare creature with which I am mildly obsessed and one which I have never even heard of there being an in-tact specimen of, in a museum, let alone seen for myself - so to be honest, I didn't care if the aquarium was on fire or, worse, in Cumbernauld; I was going.

After a thirty five minute walk up and down and up about three hundred and fifty different hills, I found myself at the appropriate train station and effortlessly - to an almost suspicious degree - had purchased a ticket, passed the barriers and found myself pootling along the tracks to my destination, within minutes. Lisbon's infrastructure is very intuitive and really makes a converted effort to stop any self-conscious travellers having to embarrass themselves or speak to anyone. It is thoroughly appreciated. I hate both of those things.

On the other end of the trip, I walked for around ten minutes a long the edge of a ring-road, thereby legitimizing this vagrancy, and found myself in front of the big, intimidating, closed doors of the aquarium. Remembering my resolution, I steeled myself and headed towards them, like the very brave little soldier I am, ready, in the event they didn't open, to just turn away like “I was only looking at the nice signage anyway, actually” to any bemused onlookers, of which, there were none.

The doors did not stay shut, however, and instead whooshed open in a flurry of glorious victory. I'm just going to walk into every closed set of automatic doors I see from now on. So drunk on the power of entering a public building I was that I didn't even mind that the reception desk was manned by three big blokey men, all having a conversation about tits or something. I waded into their in depth discussion about areolas and loudly proclaimed “I want to see some ruddy fish!”. Cowed by my presence, poise and power, the weakest of the three men was left with no choice but to take my money and issue me with a ticket and safe passage to the exhibits within. God it's good being alpha.

Once inside and once my heavy breathing had abated (a tactic I often employ to intimidate weaker men), I started to have a poke around. The Vasco Da Gama aquarium is actually only half aquarium and half museum; a feature which I did not mind at all. I like getting to look at living animals as well as their badly stuffed counterparts and being able to do both in the same building represented a wild thrill for me, on par with killing a man or doing a really big Frisbee throw.

There were interesting elements to the museum, as well as a couple of choice examples of bad taxidermy

What the fuck are you supposed to be?

Though, on the whole, I found the experience a bit lacking. The exhibits and their descriptions were all a bit dull and dry and around 80% of read along the lines of “I tell you what, this Portuguese king really loved his boat!” Which, while delightful, isn't especially interesting on the third, fourth or subsequent reads.

The aquarium, sadly, also felt a bit sparse with very little variety in their fairly small collection. I sometimes take quick notes on my phone while I'm walking around for ease of blogging later. My single note for the aquarium read ‘...it's just some fish”. Which I know is the point of an aquarium, but I bet you know what I mean.

It didn't take me too long to look around and while I was quite enjoying the thrill of being the only person in an entire aquarium, and there were, admittedly, some pretty cool prawns to look at

Look at them lil legs go!

it just wasn't really doing it for me. All told, I didn't spend more than two hours in the Vasco Da Gama, even including the time spent to do a proper good colouring in with shading and everything on the interactive touch screen panel designed entirely for the use of bored or belligerent children

...Yes, a member of staff /did/ catch me doing this.

And so, after a genuinely really exciting and far longer than I'd care to admit gawp at the giant squid, which was admittedly really fucking cool and probably the most fascinating and great thing I've ever seen in any museum including the animatronic velociraptors in London’s natural history museum

Pictured: The most incredible thing you've ever seen

I was away.

I sat in the courtyard of the museum watching their collection of koi fish (which, squid excluded, were the most interesting thing about the place and the only ones which I could have seen for free) while I ate one of the two sandwiches I had prepared for the day's lunch, discreetly discarding the other in a nearby bin. The salami did nothing to dull the taste, or lack thereof, of the cheese. I'd really like to eat something nice, please.

I decided to undertake the forty five or so minute walk to the amusingly named St. Jeronimo’s cathedral which I had erroneously assumed was up a right big hill, though in reality was in perhaps the flattest portion of the city imaginable, winding past the Belém tower as I went.

The tower was really neat and really very photogenic 

Pictured: Not the most incredible thing you've ever seen.

Though was absolutely lousy with tourists, selfie sticks and, probably, pickpockets, so after taking my pictures - with the correct phone orientation; a castle still counts as a landscape - I quickly moved along, with my hand planted firmly over my wallet as I went.

After not too long at all, I found myself outside of Jeronimo's, which my feet were delighted and my eyes dismayed to learn wasn't up a massive big hill. The cathedral was also neat and photogenic, though short of paying the substantial entry fee to go inside, the idea of which dismayed both my feet and my brain, offered little more to me than a brief photo opportunity.

Pictured: Eh...

By this point my feet were aching and I was all tired and thirsty. I had been out for close to six hours with only a single, awful sandwich for sustenance and so I opted to hop on the train back the Lisbon proper, with only another…thirty five minute walk separating me from a nice bed. Great.

With more than 45,000 steps on my pedometer over the previous two days, I made as brief a job of the walk back as my broken trotters would allow, dropping into a nearby lidl on the way to buy what I thought was Herby cream cheese but actually ended up being Herby laughing cow, instead - what the fuck is it with this country and food? - before I was finally home. A nap and a cry later, I hobbled through to the communal kitchen and had a weirdly spirited conversation about the weather with the receptionist who kept calling me “Mister Lawrence” two days prior which ended incredibly abruptly as I microwaved, what I must admit was quite a pleasant dinner: some traditional Portuguese dish made of all pork and beans and that. I forget it's name, but it was basically quite nice.

Basically quite nice dinner consumed and my reserves of energy running dangerously close to less than zero, I decided to turn in for the night, in preparation for a fairly early bus ride to Faro in the morning, having seen a nice giant squid today and I want everyone to know that.

[biosurvive]

@deadaim -> Grabs his face and gives him a big kiss

Their museum date had been a blast, especially since the actual museum was less busy on a weekday. They walked hand in hand through the exhibits, stopping at different spots to admire either ancient artifacts, intricate paintings or interesting display cases. Museums were never his spot, though Chris was already thinking of packing Leon and the kids up and driving to the nearest aviation museum with a promise of visiting a nearby zoo as well, though that was an idea for another day. Instead he enjoys reading about Da Vinci's possible lovers, only to sigh whimsically once Leon grabs his face and their lips meet in a tender kiss.

He couldn't deny that the section of the museum they were in was romantic, and he found himself lost in the moment, arms wrapping around his husband as he kissed back, tongue barely tasting Leon's own before he pulls himself back before they got kicked out. " This was a great idea. " He immediately compliments, brushing their noses together for added effect before returning to their walk, digits interlaced between them. " We'll have to come back here with the kids. They'd lose their shit at the dinosaur exhibit. I know I almost did. " He adds with a chuckle, bumping their hips together in a teasing manner.

" We have more time to kill though, don't have to be back to frost the cake for another few hours. We can keep strolling through here, or we could take a break, get our hands stamped and go to that hotel across the street... been a while since you and I broke in a shitty hotel bed. Bring back memories of our road trip together... " His voice is a low whisper, and despite the lust that came with the words there was nothing but softness and affection in his gaze, blooming from the years they had spent together and the life they had built. He was in love, and the idea of acting like the two foolish young men they used to be was... an exciting course to be taken.

" What do you say? Good old... you scratch my back... I'll scratch yours? Je veux jouir en toi. "

[torpublishinggroup]

How Long Our Fav Characters Would Survive in a Horror Novel

In the spirit (ha) of Halloween, we're asking "How long would our fav's survive in a horror novel?" 

Also, we’re answering! Check it out 🎃

(and super thanks to @omni-scient-pan-da​ for the Halloween-tastic banner)

Talasseres Charossa — The Unspoken Name by A. K. Larkwood

My favorite character / unrequited love interest Talasseres Charossa is as petulant and grouchy as he is brave and gay. He’s gone toe-to-toe and steel-on-steel with god(s) and garbage wizards, but would he survive a horror novel? Unfortunately not. Let’s be real. He’s gonna trip and fall into a patch of evil quicksand, or willingly surrender to a hot vampyre lord of advanced age.

— Andrew King, Digital Marketing Coordinator

The Demon-chicken — Nettle & Bone by T. Kingfisher

Would this chicken survive? Absolutely. This chicken would be the VILLAIN of the horror movie. But just as the protagonists wipe the blood off their brows and the sun breaks over the horizon and hope seems to burn anew, the camera would slowly pan to the side until we are greeted with the beady black eyes of the demon-chicken. You will gaze into those eyes and witness the abyss, understanding that the true horror is that we will never escape from its fowl [sic] clutches.

— Yvonne Ye, Ad/Promo Assistant

Viv — Legends & Lattes by Travis Baldree

So I know my favorite character and general light of my life, Viv from Legends & Lattes, would absolutely DEMOLISH anything that came at her in a horror novel. A bad-ass orc barbarian who’s spent years on the road packing steel and raising hell as a sword for hire? Yeah, she’ll be fine. PLUS she has a cozy coffee shop filled with lattes, giant cinnamon rolls, and other treats to make it home to. What other motivation does she need?

— Rachel Taylor, Senior Marketing Manager

Charlie Hall — Book of Night by Holly Black

Back again with another character because authors are simply too good at their game and have created too many favs. Next up, I’m choosing Charlie Hall from Book of Night and I’m saying she’s Final Girl™️ material and she’s going to survive. So Charlie occupies a world of devious shadow magic practitioners and they’re all kind of in competition with each other to access more techniques, knowledge, and power. The presence of supernatural powers puts vanilla human Charlie at a disadvantage, but that’s why she’d survive a horror novel. She’s used to this shit, y’all. Also she’s really cool and Book of Night makes me want to buy goth clothes and get another tattoo.

— Andrew King, Digital Marketing Coordinator

The Demon-chicken (again) — Nettle & Bone by T. Kingfisher

For me, T. Kingfisher is the ultimate horror author. Whether she’s writing low stakes fantasy or high stakes horror, you know it’s gonna be spooky and that I’m gonna be wrapped in a blanket with a cup of tea in my paw and it’s GONNA be raining. Therefore, I choose the chicken familiar from Nettle & Bone. This chicken is literally possessed by an evil entity but only helps our protagonist princess to her end goal. The chicken only uses her evil powers for good. In conclusion, the chicken familiar is quite literally a horror novel unto herself; not only would she survive, she’d help her friends along the way, and maybe even lay an egg or two.

— Jordan Hanley, Senior Marketing Manager

Victor Vale — Vicious by V. E. Schwab

Cold, calculating Victor Vale is as ambitious as he is intelligent. He also has a tendency to be ruthless and obsessive, willing to push the limits of his own body to the brink of death in the pursuit of powers beyond imagination. With his ability to manipulate the pain of others he may last until the grand finale of the horror movie, but his tendency to adopt kids and dogs with his former cellmate will inevitably get him killed. The real question is whether he’ll stay dead or if he might rise up in the post-credits scene to star in a horror movie of his own.

— Becky Yeager, Senior Manager of Ad/Promo & Marketing

[queen-erika-the-songful]

(New Barbie Movie Anon) Just watched Epic Road Trip and I am 100% sure this is the end for the DA-verse. It just... feels like The End for it, wrapped up with a nice little bow. Also, when were vampires mentioned/confirmed canon in the movie?

After the forest & stargazing with Ken, you can choose to take one of the dogs to the fair or the sister dogs to New Orleans. If you pick New Orleans, they briefly talk to a creepy man who then transforms into a bat after they drive away. (Then at the end of this choice you're time-traveled back to Roswell and Brooklyn reads a scary story). So, it's not like totally confirmed he's a "vampire" but turning into a bat is heavily associated with them so I'm pretty sure that's what he is

[theunnieteume]

Jihoon- Welcome to the Park family pt.1

-ehehehehegegegeegge you can tell by the title also don’t worry it’s not some crazy incest stuff-

Today me and my mom are moving in with her boyfriend. Yes you heard it right. And I’m hating every second of it….and that’s not even the worst part, it’s her boyfriend’s son…Park Jihoon.

God was he something. He’s what you would call a typical college boy, Popular with the girls , part of the basketball team and smart in class although not as smart as me but I mean he already has everything. He was built by God himself, like- have you ever seen the man? Anyways enough of my fangirling. “sweetie we’re here” my mom stops in front of this castle lookin a$$ house “uhm mom..this place is the definition of LUXURY!” I exclaim staring wide-eyed at the structure in front of me. “Come on let’s get our things out“ my mom parks in front of the house and I hesitantly step out of the car still breathlessly looking at it to the point my mom had to snap me out of daze. “Y/N help me already” as she was scolding me a man who looks to be in his thirties appears out of nowhere and starts walking towards us “honey it’s fine, I’ll let the maids take care of that, you two must be tired after all the traveling” he then faces me “you must be Y/N, I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Mr. Park” he holds his hand out from the pocket of his navy blue suit and I slowly shook it in the process “hi nice to meet you, yes I’m Y/N” I say trying to smile a little less awkwardly as he smiles back at me, suddenly he’s pulling me in for a hug and pats me in the back. What a welcoming hug, totally not awkward at all.

“You two must be tired” I sigh in response. It’s true we travelled in car for an hour…”oh don’t be ridiculous Y/N and I are fine” my mom says while she wraps an arm around my shoulder “We used to travel when she was little. It was nice to relive those days. Especially when her da-“ she then stops herself mid-sentence. Though I already knew what she was about to say. It’s true we used to travel a lot, just road trips to random places. But it’s better this way. Dad was never really there for me, and never really cared about mom anyway..I mean why else would he cheat on her? Obviously when they let me decide who’d take custody of me I naturally chose mom. But it made me question why she’s always keeping the topic from me, like she cares more about my feelings than her own. As I pondered a little too deep Mr. Park then snaps me out of my thoughts “So y/n I heard you go to the same school as my boy Jihoon?”

He asked as we were walking into their house. “Uhh yes sir, we are from the same class but we aren’t really acquainted of one another“ nor would I want to…But as the conversation converted to my mother’s work I looked around admiring the interior and damn is this house gorgeous. I mean the patterns embedded on the walls and ceilings. The chandeliers, the marbled floor, that vase! Everything was , as I said before THE DEFINITION OF LUXURY I don’t know what this man does but damn is it paying well “I see you already like the place, Y/N.” Jihoon’s dad chuckles as my mom nudges me “Y/N why don’t you go get along with Jihoon?” Eh? All of a sudden? “Uhm mom I-“ “oh that’d be nice to finally spend some time together and get acquainted” he replies immediately, smiling brightly as if it was the greatest idea. “He should be upstairs in his room right now”. Mr. Park adds..No nonononono there is no way I’m going in his room. “Great! Why don’t you go and me and mr. Park are gonna prepare dinner” mom gently squeezes my hand then releases as if ensuring me that it’d be fine, smiling as she grabs mr. Park’s arm towards the said kitchen. She doesn’t know a single thing about Jihoon! And now I was left alone… Well maybe I could just pretend I lost my way. I mean look at this place. I knew Jihoon was rich but damnnn this takes it to a whole new dimension. If his room is somewhere upstairs, I just have to avoid that place and he won’t even know that I’m here, right. I decided to walk to my left and further look around the place. Opening one of the rooms, my jaw dropped at the interior. Everything was beautiful “God I’d love to live here” I say in a hushed tone and in the silence a voice was heard..

“Of course you would”

[coolblurbs]

🎐 ━━━ continued ━━━ 🎐 @busy-bii : @blurbsblurbing !

with the last exam done, the students were finally at ease, making plans for their 2-week long holidays already. dull white clouds covered the blue sky, giving it a sort of nostalgic, romantic mood. it brought some down while it put some others in a good, cheerful mood.

ajay came under the latter category.

parting with his friends, he went to find the junior by the first year classrooms, who he found to be leaning against the wall, speaking to dinesh.

“ aise kaise aana hua? ” called ajay as he jogged over, taking the space next to karan as if his rightful position.

“ speak of the devil and here he arrives— ” teased the tattooed male, “ or is it an angel? ”

“ you're buttering me up already, surely you must have said something about me? ” guessed the tall male, wrapping an arm around karan leisurely and bumping his head against his lightly — an affectionate gesture. “ hey, champ. ”

“ achhe logon ka zamana hi nehi raha! compliment diye toh bhi misunderstanding, rathod bhai! ” huffed dinesh, “ i was just asking if your boy wanted to go on a road trip with a bunch of our friends since the semester exams wrapped up. . . and if he'd be so kind to bring you along. because wherever he goes, you're with his shadow like some knight. ”

ajay laughed, shaking his head. he wouldn't call himself a knight, but he wouldn't deny that he does naturally follow karan along since their first meeting.

“ look at him laughing and not giving me an answer! ” dinesh complained to the first year. it was in line with what he had told karan prior to ajay's arrival.

“ agar city ke andar nehi hai toh woh kahi dur nehi aata, maa ko chodke aana usse pasand nehi. lekin ye sirf das din ka trip hai, maa theek thak rahengi. kam-se-kam tum hi rathod bhai ko kuch samjhao. ”

ajay gives him an easy smile accompanied by a shrug, “ i got plans with maa. maybe some other time? ”

the disappointed noise that comes out of dinesh's mouth has some students passing by give the tattooed male a weird look.

“ what plans? ” inquired dinesh. “ going elsewhere? visiting someone? having relatives over? ”

“ very special plans, ” confirmed ajay.

“ are you getting married or something? are you going to go see the girl? ”

the track star only responded playfully, “ aur batein aapki hogayi ho toh ham bhi apne dost ke sath baat karein? ”

“ haan baat karo subah shaam aapke shahzaade se! mein toh koi dost nehi hoon aapka, jahanpanah! ” sulking, dinesh jogged off, but not before he reminded karan to come along and convince ajay to as well.

these two had become so close, that even ajay's friends were calling them prince and king, noticing how special and important karan was to the college heartthrob.

“ he's got a dramatic flair, does he not? ” chuckled the taller male, ruffling karan's hair. “ are you going? ”

[eclecticmickyalberta]

It Really Happened: Round Trip to Wuxi

May 9, 2009

无锡往返

​Wúxī wǎngfǎn

Pay attention on the train from Shanghai to Wuxi.

I said it through clenched teeth in the Changzhou train station as I moved slowly through the lineup for a taxi back to Wuxi, where my Chinese friends waited.

I’d had a good time on the train, studying Chinese. I got so wrapped up in practicing tones that I didn’t hear the announcement for my stop. I didn’t even catch on when my cell phone rang; Tsu wondering where I was.

In stumbling mandarin, I assured her I’d be there soon and call her. Then my young Chinese seatmate asked, “So you’re going to Changzhou?”

     “Oh no, I’m going to Wuxi.”

     “But,” she said, “we’ve just passed the Wuxi station.”

Woops, clang, bell, help, alarm, wow! What now? You don’t tap the train on the shoulder and ask it, do you mind turning around? Yet I barely had time to be flustered and there we were in Changzhou. The train guards were on intimate terms with Murphy, who now informed me,

“Aha! You didn’t get off the train where you should. You did your part; now it’s my job to make sure there are no trains going back tonight.”

     And there weren’t.

     That meant shelling out for a taxi. I’ve learned to confirm prices ahead to avoid being cheated, so I quizzed the guards, duōshǎo qián? How much money? They assured me a taxi to Wuxi would cost 100 yuan. However, that number didn’t make the driver happy.

     “No chance, you crazy, I look stupid?” would be my rough translation of his offended, rapid-fire Chinese. “One hundred and fifty yuan.”

     “Too much,” I answered. His voice pitch and volume went up. I yelled back, providing rich entertainment for the bystanders. The driver was so incensed that I realized his price was probably firm. Still, I offered one hundred and thirty and the delighted crowd burst into laughter: This was too hilarious—the foreigner trying to beat down the taxi driver. I turned to them and said, “I’m a good Chinese person, right?” You can bargain for anything in China, maybe even an emergency appendectomy. But this was clearly a no-go.

     Still, yelling in Chinese is great vocabulary practice, so I indulged in a few minutes more. When I saw the driver building to apoplexy—the Chinese are a lively race—it was time to surrender and calm him down.

     “Hao da, hao da, okay, of course, one-fifty, méi wèntí, let’s go,” and we headed into the night. I called Tsu with apologies and a stammering explanation and she promised to be waiting at the Wuxi station. Then I pulled out my notes: It was time to chat up my driver. My Chinese really is lame, but he was happy to enliven the trip by correcting my pronunciation. Then I played my trump card: I used to drive a taxi in Canada, you know.

   This made us soul mates.

   I searched out the words to compliment him on his driving, and we were two happy people in a perfect world. It couldn’t get any better, but it did: A Wuxi taxi passed us taking his passenger to Changzhou. The two drivers honked, hit the brakes, shouted in unison, and jumped out to confer. Their idea was to change passengers to save each other the return deadhead trip. My driver tried to explain I was to pay the 150 yuan to the other driver.

   The foreigner didn’t get it.

   Patiently, my driver showed me the license plate on the other car: ni ken, ni ken, Wuxi taxi, you see. We change, change! When I caught onto the plan, he was so happy that we high fived and did a little polka in the road. Then I lamented, but I really wanted to ride with you—you’re my Chinese teacher. This made his night: We’d be buddies forever.

     We shook hands and exchanged effusive farewells and best wishes, and I hopped in with driver number two. Here was another bonus: I got to practise telling my story again as we careened wildly through the night, sideswiping trucks and other headlights coming at us out of the darkness.

     Back in Wuxi, I gave the driver my cell phone to call and find Tsu. They chatted briefly in Chinese.

     “Mai Dao Leng,” my driver said, “Mai Dao Leng.”

     I didn’t get this. Was he talking about the bill?

     “Mai dan?” Pay bill?

     No.

     “Mai Dao Leng, Mai Dao Leng.”

     “Dui!” chimed another driver from his taxi nearby. “Mai Dao Leng.”

     Now all the drivers were pointing across the station and repeating the magic phrase. “Mai Dao Leng.”

     This was too much. I howled to the heavens,

     “Does everybody in Wuxi know I’ve been to Changzhou and back tonight?”

     Then the light went on. It wasn’t anything about my crazy round trip—every taxi driver, every Chinese person knows “Mai Dao Leng,” McDonald’s. I trotted along to the burger chain restaurant and found my friends. Tsu was sweet and understanding, Peter in hysterics. Peter’s English is limited but laughter is universal, and all weekend long he chortled his new theme song, “Shanghai, Wuxi, Changzhou, Wuxi.” With more riotous laughter.

     I really should pay attention on the train from Shanghai to Wuxi.

     But in China, getting lost can be more fun.

xièxiè    

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[dailylogistics]

Delhi to Mumbai, food hotspots you should not miss

 India is known for its rich and diversified culinary traditions, which make it a cuisine hub with a diverse spectrum of flavors and meals. The regional diversity of Indian food is characterized by each state and even each city having its peculiarities. Let us look at some places suggested by a survey conducted by Borzo (erstwhile WeFast), a global intra-city delivery service.

Food to eat when you visit these cities

1. Fareed Seekh Paratha in Jogeshwari, Mumbai.

2. Arsalan Biryani, Park Street, Kolkata.

3. Amber Vada Pav in Kalyan, Mumbai.

4. Butter Chicken from Rajinder da Dhaba, Delhi.

5. Misal Pav of Bedekar Misal, Pune.

6. Rawat Mishthan Bhandar's Pyaj Kachori of in Jaipur.

7. Moolchand Parantha, Lajpat Nagar.

8. Biryani of Shadab, Hyderabad.

9. Sardar Pav Bhaji, Mumbai.

10. South Indian delicacies of Udupi Shree Darshini, Ellis Bridge, Ahmedabad.

11. Meals at The Rasaganga, Bellandur, Bangalore.

12. Korean Wrap at The Empire, Bangalore.

13. Dahi Bhalle of Natraj, Chandni Chowk, Delhi.

14. Tunday Kabab, Lucknow.

15. Joshi Dahi Bada, Indore.

Street food hubs

1. Delhi: Rohini, Chandni Chowk, Rajouri Garden, Lajpat Nagar.

2. Mumbai: Mohammad Ali Road, Bandra, Andheri, Malad, Ghatkopar.

3. Hyderabad: Kukatpally, Old City, Tolichowki.

4. Bangalore: Indira Nagar.

5. Pune: Shivaji Nagar, JM Road.

Top 12 street juice and beverage

1. Mango Milkshake.

2. Cold Coffee.

3. Mosambi Juice.

4. Falooda.

5. Lassi.

6. Lemon Juice.

7. Apple Juice.

8. Badam Shake.

9. Kala Khatta.

10. Pomegranate Juice.

11. Sugarcane Juice.

12. Rose Milk.

The survey verifies the appeal of evergreen foods like biryani, vada pav, momos, chole bhature, dahi dade, and many more, while also instilling a desire to visit hotspots like Chandni Chowk and Rajaouri. To name a few, Mohammad Ali Road and Old City. This street food guide proposes that one should explore your city's culinary wonders and relish the flavors. 

India- the food hub

India's gastronomic diversity and richness of flavors have made it a gourmet destination for foodies from all over the world. India provides a culinary trip unlike any other, whether you're experiencing the busy streets of Delhi, relishing coastal delicacies in Kerala, or eating the regal cuisine of Rajasthan.

The large and diversified landscape of India, together with its multicultural people, has given rise to a unique range of regional cuisines. The country's culinary offerings range from the spicy and delicious cuisine of North India to the coconut-infused flavors of South India.

Source Link: https://www.msn.com/en-in/news/india/delhi-to-mumbai-food-hotspots-you-should-not-miss/ar-AA1jsWBC

Website Link: https://borzodelivery.com/in

[spooky-raccoon]

Road Trip (Finale-Part 14)

The finale!  Part 14 of Road Trip!

Rufo x Female Reader

Bold is Rufo’s Perspective

Non-bold is Reader Perspective

Tag List: @the-clown-crypt​ @chii2blog​ @booklover2929​

         I heard Albert walking around in the early hours of the morning and I figured I’d give him a little bit more time.  He could be a bit of a sourpuss in the morning depending on the day.  I was already wired from my now empty thermos of coffee and knew he would need his few cups too to get started.  (Y/N) seemed to be doing alright from what I could tell so I slipped out to take a bathroom break and see if he needed help with anything.  He had me help with breakfast.  Both of us were quiet as we cooked away.  The stress of the day was already so thick in the air that I could cut with the butter knife I was using on some toast.  

        Albert finally spoke though.  “After we all eat, I’ll start getting the living room ready.  You and her freshen up.  And Cecil.”

        “Yeah Albert.”  I looked over to him from my simple task.

         “I’ll need some of your blood for some of the symbols I put on her. You and her have a strong connection so it’ll help keep her anchored.”

        “Whatever you need Albert.”  I perhaps sounded more groggy and the yawn I let out didn’t help.

         “You didn’t sleep a wink did you?”  Albert said without missing a beat as he started to slice oranges for orange juice.  The man knew me well.  I couldn’t help but chuckle as I went to flipping the eggs.

        “No.  Not a single wink.  Been too wired after yesterday and what almost happened.”

        “Can’t say I blame you Cecil.  I’ve seen what this sort of thing does to someone.  It’s not pretty.  Not even your hands would have stopped what would happen if you were alone or still at that hospital.  Angry spirits get what they want after all and they don’t care how.  You know that very well.”  There was a hint of a smile on his face that I caught out of the corner of my eye.

       “I had a little bit of help.  Even the greatest escape artists has a great assistant behind the scenes.”

        “And it’s been one of the best investments I’ve ever made, Cecil. I consider you a friend besides just someone who works for me. You know very few have that title.”

       “Albert, I think you need more coffee.”  I cracked a smile, a genuine one since a few days ago.  “Either you’re still tired or you’re getting just a bit mushy in your old age.”

       “If that was the case I would be goo a long, long time ago.” Albert let out a chuckle while we wrapped up breakfast.  “Now, go make sure she eats and then we’ll get started.”

        I grabbed the plates he offered to me along with another cup of coffee for myself.  I probably didn’t need it after the thermos, but I have a hard time saying no to a good cup of coffee.  I didn’t really touch my food.  Instead I made sure she ate, and she seemed fine as she took each bite.  Almost like the other day didn’t happen and she didn’t almost spew some too powerful spirit energy from her mouth.  She was still like a limp doll but that would change soon. Soon she’d be back to normal and she would smile with that sparkle in her eyes.  She would hug me tight and I’d hear her voice again.  We could take silly pictures again on her phone and I can take her to diners when I go to bring her home.  I cupped her cheek and gave her a feather like kiss on her lips then looked into her eyes.  I hope she could see right back into mine.

       “We’re gonna get you right as rain (Y/N).  It’ll be alright soon.”  I knew she couldn’t answer me back, but I just wish she could say something.

       With a heavy sigh I scooped her up into my arms, bridal style, and made my way with her to the living room.  The furniture had already been pushed to the sides and Albert was busy drawing a variety of symbols on the floor in chalk.  For now he had me set her down on the couch.

       “Your hand Cecil my boy.”  He held out his hand and I offered mine to him.  “This will hurt just for a brief moment.”

       “Don’t worry about me Albert.  Not the first time I’ve been cut up.”

       Albert chuckled before grabbing one of his knives he had at the ready and gripped my wrist.  He made a few quick cuts and the blood that came from them he gathered in a small bowl. I had already healed as he knelt down by (Y/N) and collected some of hers.  Did it irk me a little as I watched the knife cut her next?  Maybe but I had to remember it would help.  I watched as he mixed the two together and pour in a mix of various concoctions.  I didn’t understand what he was doing but I didn’t need to.  As long as it got her back.

       “Lay her in the middle Cecil.”  He gestured and I did as instructed.

        He got beside her once more and with a small paint brush he started to paint symbols on her visible skin.  I was almost mesmerized as he made sure he got each one right.  I could barely hear him start to mumble under his breath, but he was saying some sort of chant.

       When he covered most of her chest that's when the screaming started. It wasn’t like the ones I heard in that run-down cabin that were hers.  No. These were like a beast got its leg stuck in a trap and was being stabbed by hunters.  She started to thrash, and Albert barked at me to get her pinned down.  I could barely hear him over the howling, but I moved.  I had her arms pinned down and he positioned himself to sit on her legs though she still managed to rock us both around.  That’s when I saw a light come from her mouth.

        “Albert!  Hurry up!” I moved quickly so my knees were keeping her arms down so my hands were now free to clamp her mouth shut.

        “Haven’t had anything so feisty in a while.”  I could hear Albert mutter as he dropped the brush and opted for a knife instead.  “She won’t like this but right now I don’t think she gives a damn.”  With her shirt hoisted up he started to cut into the flesh of her stomach more symbols and he spoke more words in forgotten languages. As he chanted he yanked my hands away just in time for her mouth to open and a series of orbs came from her mouth that flew around the room and fizzled away.

      The strange growls that were coming from her suddenly died down and I watched as her eyes came back into focus on the world around her.  I moved off her arms and stayed to her side, my hands going to cup her cheeks.  Her skin felt so hot and after the strange clamminess it had felt not an hour ago I was relieved.  She looked so exhausted and like she was about to pass out.  Though I couldn’t blame her if she did right there.

       “Doll?  Talk to me (Y/N).  Let me know it’s you and not some rube in there.”  I didn’t mean to sound hopeless or to beg but after everything I just wanted to see her back to normal.

       “Rufo?”  My throat felt sore, almost like I had been on roller coaster all day and screaming the whole ride.  “Where.. where am I?”  I tried to sit up, but my body felt stiff and weak.  Rufo moved to help me up and I saw a man standing in front of me.  Looking around I could see a bowl of a red liquid and then there was a pain in my stomach.  When I looked down I saw weird symbols etched into my skin.  “What the fuck happened to me?”

       “You, my dear, got caught in something nasty when you played hero for our dear Cecil.”  The man went to gather the items that were around.  With the things put away he offered me a hand for a handshake which I took.  He had a firm grip though I expected as much from a man who was built like a middle-aged truck driver.  His eyes seemed friendly, but something was off in them.  “Albert Miles.  You can call me a longtime friend of Cecil’s.”  His hand let go of mine and he helped Rufo get me up onto my feet then sitting down on the couch when we realized my legs weren’t ready just quite yet. “He brought you too me after the little incident with Crowley in the cabin.  It’s a good thing he did, or you certainly would have been lost.”

       “I don’t know how to thank you but, well, thank you.”  Rufo put a blanket around my shoulders which I held tighter onto me before grabbing something to clean my cut into stomach.

       “No need for thank you’s (Y/N).  It’s not often Cecil brings a friend over so I’m happy to help.”  There was that smile again that almost sent chills down my spine, but I smiled back at him.  His eyes went to Rufo who now slipped an arm around me.  “You two clean up then get some rest for a few days before heading back.  And take your time to bring her home.  We don’t need anything to be rushed.”  With that Albert turned on his heel and walked toward what I saw was most likely the kitchen.  “I’ll make us a lunch.  Exorcism’s always leave me hungry.”

       Lunch passed with a blur and the rest of the day followed suite.  Seeing the smile on Rufo’s face was the main thing that was consistent though.  Even as he helped me shower or get into bed there was always a smile on his face.  Albert had been a kind host and I found myself thanking him maybe a little too much as he and Rufo were getting the car ready for the drive.

       “Now, now (Y/N), I’m happy to help.  Besides, Cecil and I have an agreement so I’m always pleased when we can both benefit from it.”  Albert handed me a small leather satchel.  I could hear the clanking of vials inside as I took it.  “There’s some medicine in here in case you start to feel a little off.  There may be some aftereffects but keep up with it and you’ll be just fine.  Only a few sips each time mind you.”

       “Thank you, Albert.  For everything.”  I managed one final thank you before Rufo ushering me to the car.  We both gave Albert a wave goodbye and we were off.

        The drive was mostly quiet but the occasional song singing and light chit chat.  It was almost like nothing happened, but I knew Rufo was keeping an eye on me.  I could see from the corner of his eye how often it would flick over to me.  He even reminded me a few times to take the medicine before I realized I needed it.  It was good to be back again though I had questions.

        “What happened after I hit you out of the light?  I only remember pain and then not being here.” We were sat in a diner, far from others though it wasn’t exactly busy.  Rufo raised a brow while he was taking a mindful chew from his burger.

       “Crowley and I immediately took you to a hospital.  I was too angry to go inside so he took you in. We realized this was something regular treatment wouldn’t fix so he had me take you to Albert.”  He leaned back in his seat as he spoke, and he fiddled with his glass in his free hand.  “I honestly expected him to try to fight me while he had the chance but seems you said the magic word that turns that little switch in him when you just lost consciousness of yourself.”  He could see my confusion clear on my face and there was a small smile on the corner of his lip.  “You said one little word.  Please.”

       I sat there for the rest of meal, both a little confused and thankful. To be fair, a lot of this strange world I was exposed to left me very confused ever since Rufo revealed his clown face to me.  Even when Crowley first sat down across from me at that small diner and warned me about Rufo.  Maybe one day I’d get the answers about some things but for now I was ready to wrap up this vacation and get back home.

       It was almost nice to get back into my town and then to see my small home on the block coming into view.  Rufo pulled into the driveway and despite me saying I could get it, we spent a few minutes getting my things either in the house or in the garage where I could take care of it later.  The whole time though there was an odd look on his face.  He looked almost lost and perplexed.  When the last of it was put away we found ourselves standing in my driveway.

       “(Y/N) promise you’ll take care while I’m gone.”  His hands rested heavy on my shoulder and my gaze went up to his face.  He was already looking down at me.

        “I promise, Rufo.  Don’t worry too much about me.  Promise me that you’ll take care as well.”  That made him crack a bit of a smile.

       “Oh, don’t worry about me doll.  I’m hard to get rid of.”  His brows raised, eyes widening a bit like he remembered something, and he quickly reached for something in his pocket.  “I, well, I got this for you for when you woke up, but it slipped my mind to give it to you then.  I wanted you to recover and rest first.”  He slipped out a small box and he handed it over to me.  

        “Rufo, you didn’t need to get me anything.”  He slipped it into my hand, a move insisting I take it regardless my protests.  With everything that’s happened and how he’d been, I couldn’t really say no.  I opened it and revealed inside the lovely locket inside.  “Rufo, it’s beautiful.  Thank you.” I went to flip it open to make sure the hinge worked properly, and I saw a picture of the two of us inside.  The selfie from the cliff.

         “Albert must have put that in.”  Rufo chuckled and I could see him shaking his head.  “He’s always been a sly man.”

        “I’ll have to thank him again another time.”  Rufo slipped the necklace from my hand and helped me put it on.

       “I need to get going.  I promise to come back.”  Rufo’s eyes roamed over my face like he was trying to make sure he remembered every little feature.  “And when I do, I’ll take you on another trip and I’ll show you all the best sites out there. Coney Island, every fun little museum and we’ll do anything else you want.”

        “I’d like that a lot, Rufo.”  My hands went to hold the back of his neck and we shared one last kiss.  It was deep and I felt my heart skip wildly in my chest.  Everything in me didn’t want to let him go but I knew he couldn’t stay.

       I felt my heart sink as he gave me one last smile before turning and walking down the street.  I watched him until he was a speck on the horizon.  

 A FEW WEEKS LATER

        Rufo had been gone for a little over a month now and he kept in contact when he could.  Usually always by a different phone number but it was always nice to know he was both doing well and to just hear from him.  He always said he’d be back soon though it felt like it would take longer and longer.  Either way, I’d be patiently waiting.  Our last conversation he was nearly all the way across the states but the good news he was almost done with his job.  Almost.

        The next morning I found myself sitting at the dining table with breakfast fresh on the table.  And then a knock on the door.  Usually the newspaper delivery boy just hit the door but perhaps he was trying a different approach.  I got up, still in my pajamas and somewhat messy hair, and answered the door.

        “Well, you’re a sight for sore eyes doll.”  Rufo in his human look was there and he had a duffel bag in hand. “Miss me?”

       “Rufo!”  The duffel bag fell to the ground as I nearly tackled the man to the ground, and he had to quickly grab me.  “You’re here!”

        “I had to lead you on a little bit.  I needed to make sure you were surprised when I came back.  I think it worked pretty well, don’t you think?” He let out a laugh and he smiled down at me.  “Finish what you were doing and get ready to go.”

        “Where are we going?”  A look of confusion replaced my excitement but that only made him smile even wider.

        “Just on a little road trip.  I got it all planned out and set up for us.  It’ll be a blast (Y/N).”  He grinned before planting a gentle kiss on my smiling lips.  

       I used to ask myself if I would have agreed all that time ago if I would still let the man at the gas station into my car when he asked for a ride. As we drove down some random highway in the back way of somewhere that question popped into my head once more.  The answer has always been yes.

[zdux]

Danganronpa or Danganronpa 2 road trip hcs? 🥺👉👈

Danganronpa THH on a road trip

For context, I'm putting them on a tour bus pretty much.

Makoto: Chill, but unorganized. Brings snacks for everyone, but severely miscalculates how many snacks a group of teens can eat.

Kirigiri: In charge of the schedule, but not in charge of leading everyone because she runs off. She'll find the best hotel at the cheapest price, but don't expect her to tell you until you're already in the room.

Togami: Absolute prick the whole time, but is heavily enjoying himself. He's not allowed to drive because he's a spoiled rich kid who doesn't know how, so he sits in the second row of seats with Makoto.

Taka: Leads the group, takes them from place to place. He gives directions, because he would get too excited if he was driving. Sits shotgun for the most part, but sometimes goes to the back.

Mondo: Has the most driving experience, so he drives at night when everyone else is tired, but he's not allowed to drive during the day because he's a night owl, and grumpy because sleepy + road rage? Bad mix. When he isn't doing night driving, he sits pretty far in the back with Chihiro where they group cuddle.

Chihiro: Handles all the tech, including the aux/bluetooth. Set up one of those in flight tvs but for the bus, so everyone can watch movies and play switch or PlayStation or Xbox if they want. Mainly sits on the back with Mondo unless needed for tech support elsewhere.

Celestia: Sits in the center area, she just took the seat that leans the farthest back for naps. Mondo keeps managing to convince her to join the snuggle pile somehow tho, and she ends up doing her skin care, getting into her pajamas, putting on Ocean's 8 and falling asleep on Mondo's chest.

Sakura: Sits in the WAYYYY back with Aoi. The back has the most room and she's the tallest, so she stays back there. She keeps most of the sleep stuff with her, as well as all the chargers and shit, if not for her, none of their phones would have survived.

Aoi: Moves between the back and the middle. Avid cuddler, switching between the cuddle pile and just curling up with Sakura. Likes to socialize, especially with Celestia. Likes to come up and chat with Taka.

Toko: Does not like the cuddle pile, but still sits near everyone in the back half. Sakura keeps all her books snug in the mini shelf they installed, where she had a fold out desk to write at.

Hifumi: Sits towards the front, but goes to the back for movies/gaming. He likes to talk to Taka about directions, or discuss what's on the radio. Everyone was surprised that he actually has a huge interest in radio hosting and it's one of his favorite things to talk about.

Leon: Fucking LOVES the cuddle pile, and sits basically on Mondo's lap the entire time because Mondo stole the seat with the best view of the TV. All he wants to do is play Super Smash Bros, even if that means smashing Mondo into the couch in order to play. Also loved doing skin care with Celestia

Sayaka: Fucking BANGER at rhythm games, is the reason Leon only plays smash the majority of the trip (whooped his ass at Ghost Rule too many times for him to challenge her again.) Loves to sit and talk with Chihiro from the front about music, started making a hyper pop song with him.

Yasuhiro: My boy sits in the trunk because he CAN. It's not actually a trunk, but it's the stuff section. He chills back there with a mini fridge, the ultimate snack dealer. It also has the biggest window if he wants to smoke.

And das a wrap! If anyone wants part two with the sdr2 cast, lemme know

[lostwithoutyouherewriter]

Road Warriors: A Street Fighter Ficlet

Inspired by "Summer Fighters," artwork by Das Gnomo and El Grimlock, from the 2019 Street Fighter Pin-up Special, ©Udon Entertainment

“Let’s go, Guile! Quit arsing around with that engine and get us moving, yeah?”

What did she think he was doing? The massive colonel reached up, wiping the sweat from his golden brow with powerful forearm muscles. He glanced up at the fierce woman perched on their VW van, casually waving her firm legs over the passenger side roof and licking her ice cream cone. The way she looked up there, braided blonde hair glistening in the sun, camouflage print bikini wrapped tightly around her curves, you never would have guessed she belonged to this ragtag bunch of martial artists stranded on a SoCal freeway.

On any other day, Guile would have found Cammy White to be the model of effortless beauty and tactical efficiency, but today, she was just plain annoying.

“Well, maybe if we all pulled our weight around here,” he grumbled, twisting yet another cap in his mission to revive the van.

Cammy scoffed, but he could tell she was actually taunting him with that warped sense of humor she had. “Rude. My weight is not the issue here, soldier.”

“Cute,” said Guile, wrapping the oil rag around his hand. “Still, can’t rule it out. Only so much the ol’ girl can take on a trip like this, especially when we’ve got a freaking sumo wrestler sitting in the cockpit!”

An enormous Japanese man looked up from the steering wheel when he noticed Guile shouting at him. Bobbing his head to the beat of his headphones, Honda smiled and waved at the furious American, missing the point entirely. 

What else was new? This entire trip had been a disaster—wrong turns, flat tires, missing persons. Well, that last part hadn’t been so bad. Leaving that arrogant Spaniard behind at the last rest stop was a happy accident, but if they were ever going to make it to the World Warriors Reunion on time, Guile would be shocked.

“Why don’t you have Jimmy help out?” asked Cammy. “He’s a pretty handy bloke, with all those heightened senses of his.”

“Who the hell is Jimmy?”

A spike of red hair entered Guile’s field of vision, followed by a strange, croaking voice. “Hi.”

“Jesus!” shouted the colonel, banging his head on the open hood. “What do you want, Blanka?”

The green man known as Blanka wore an unsettling grin, filled with pointed teeth. “Jimmy help wimpy soldier fix van?”

Guile winced, recalling the last time he partnered up with Blanka to get this hunk of junk moving again. He was pretty sure the spare tire still had bite marks on the treads, seeing as Guile had to wrestle it away from the wild man after jacking up the van. With that kind of help, it was a miracle they made it this far without another blowout.

“Not now, Blanka. Go spar with Mika if you’re bored.”

The pointy grin disappeared from Blanka’s face as Guile went to work. Out of the corner of one eye, he could still see the green man hunched over, sulking. As he checked the fluid levels, Guile felt his skin crawl as Blanka leaned in, sniffing like a beast.

The wild man hissed. “Juice...”

“Cammy, go get the big guy something from the cooler, will ya? He’s giving me the creeps.”

Blanka lifted his hairy hands, shaking them at Guile. “No, more juice!”

Guile stepped back from the engine, this close to letting loose a sonic boom. “Blanka, I swear, if you don’t get outta my way, I’m gonna—”

Before he could finish, Guile was shoved aside by the wild man, who wasted no time in grabbing the vehicle with his sharp claws and rocking it about with feral violence.

“NO!! VAN NEED MORE JUUUUUUICE!!”

A flash of white lightning blinded the warriors. Cammy flipped off the roof, her shapely figure spiraling through the air. Guile rolled across the sand and threw up his arms against the oncoming attack, but the explosive energy soon subsided. He looked up to see Blanka panting heavily, his large shoulders rising and falling as smoke rose from the front of the van.

Honda pulled down his headphones and turned the key, starting the van with ease. The sumo wrestler pumped a fist in the air, cheering to their success.

“Right,” said Cammy, shrugging her shoulders. “Off we go!”

Guile shook his head. If they made it to this reunion in one piece, it would definitely be a shock, no doubt about it.

You can continue reading "Summer of the Warrior" ficlets on AO3 throughout July!

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Road Trip [Dream Team]

You know that one song? Beachboy? Yeah, the second part is kind of based off of that. Just the opening bit, though. I didn’t include BBH because I couldn’t really think of how to include him. Sorry about that. Also second post HAHAH SUCK IT, NON BELIEVERS.

LIL EDIT: APPARENTLY SOMEONE SMILED BECAUSE OF THIS?? I don’t think you’ll see this again, though I’m very glad you did! :]

⚠️cursing⚠️

Pronouns: they/them

You heaved a sigh as you tapped your finger against the steering wheel as the three boys loaded into the car, giggling happily as they buckled themselves in.

Dream had the liberty of taking the front passenger seat, laughing at George and Sapnap about their unfortunate situation in the back seat. You sighed as you backed turned around to see if everything was packed for your little road trip, nodding in approval as your friends held up their bags and yours.

“Okay, nobody needs to go to her bathroom?” You asked, backing out of the driveway and into the street to start your drive.

“We’re men, [Nickname],” Dream stated, placing his hand on your shoulder and smirking at you. “We can piss in cups.”

You sent him a painfully fake smile and laughed, “No, honey, you’re just gonna piss your pants. You won’t have enough time to get through to the bottle before you just get piss everywhere.” You gave his shoulder a ‘reassuring’ pat before driving down the street and taking a right out of the neighbourhood.

//

You clenched the wheel tightly as Sapnap yelled at George and Dream when they had sussed him out in a game of Among Us with random people.

“I WASN’T THE FUCKING IMPOSTOR!” He groaned out, throwing his head back and punching George.

“Why’d you do that?” George whined, rubbing where Sapnap had hit him. He formed a fist and punched the teen, causing a chain reaction of them punching each other until George finally noticed that he had died.

“NO! I DIED!” He yelled, causing you to inhale.

“Shut up, both of you! I’m trying to vent-”

“I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD, ALL OF YOU, I’LL TURN THIS FUCKING CAR AROUND. SHUT THE FUCK UP!” You yelled, slamming the breaks. The three launched forward. Both Sapnap and George smacked their heads against the seats in front of them and Dream held onto the dashboard, eyes wide as he turned to you. 

“I-”

“Shut.” You grabbed his mouth and shut it.

“B-

“I said shut, you little motherfucker.” The faceless YouTuber sunk into the seat and the other two let out small cries. “I’m not gonna say it again.” That made the two of them shut up and they played silently on their phones, leaving you to sigh as you sped up to the speed limit, playing some music to distract the four of you.

“Can I-”

“Lets play the quiet game, okay? First one to talk has to pay for gas, snacks, and anything else. Okay?” The three nodded and you smiled victoriously, curving alongside the road.

//

You yawned as you slipped on the cold coffee you had bought nearly six hours ago. Your three best friends were snoozing away without a care in the world, having long since abandoned their energy to sleep. Clouds rolled in slowly and rain poured down, tapping against the glass and causing you to smile as you continued to drive, occasionally taking sips from your gross tasting coffee that you didn’t want to waste.

Your moment of peace was interrupted as Sapnap groggily opened his eyes, blinking sluggishly as he sniffed. 

“[Nickname]?” He yawned, voice deep from having just woken up. ““What time is it?” At the question, you glanced at the car’s clock and winced. 

2:39 am.

“It’s 2:39, sweetheart. Just go back to bed.” You reached back and ruffled his hair, causing him to giggle and shake his head a bit as you did so.

“Wait- am or pm?”

“Does it matter?” You responded, slowing down as you rounded another corner.

“Yeah,” Sapnap let out a muffled groan as he stretched, nearly hitting George in the process. ““Can I drive?”

“No, Sap, just go back to sleep.” You waved off, running a hand through your hair as he huffed.

“But I don’t want to.” He groaned, causing George to stir beside him, “My backpack’s not comfy anymore and you’re always nice to cuddle.” You shook your head and slowed down a bit as it began to rain harder, making it more difficult to drive. Sapnap cheered groggily and reached out for you.

“It’s too dark and I can’t see anything, even with the head lights on.” You sighed, rubbing your eyes as you pulled off of the road and parked the car. Taking out the keys to save gas, you nudged George a bit before crawling in between the two, almost immediately being glomped by the youngest. You ran your hands through his hair and made sure you were comfortable as Sapnap took out a blanket from the trunk.

“Wait, hold on.” You stretched, sitting back up. You gently nudged George, who groaned and rolled away from you, smacking his nose against the door. You winced and locked it before nudging him a few more times.

“I’m sorry, Gogy, but I’m gonna need you to sit up so I can get the back set up.” The brunet nodded, clearly still in his tired state of mind, and crawled into the front seat, resting his head in the edge of the steering wheel.

Quickly laying the seats down [after moving the extra stuff, like snacks], you woke George back up and patted back to where his seat was. He was bewildered, but didn’t question it as he crawled back and curled up. You smiled and looked over at Dream.

“I’m sorry, Dream.” The male in question [not necessarily, it wasn’t a question at all] groaned and turned his head, peeling his eyes open as he looked around.

“’s loud,” he commented, blinking slowly. “[Nickname]? Why are you here?”

“Road trip, honey. Now come here, it’s not comfortable sleeping in a chair.” He nodded and climbed over the middle area between the two front seats and sat next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and snuggling into your neck. Sapnap huffed from beside you and did the same, sending Dream a glare.

“I swear to god, if you two start fighting again, I’ll put you outside. Stop it. I just wanna sleep- oh, I’m so sorry, Gogy, come here.” The British male rolled over Dream and rested his head on your stomach, pulling his blanket with him. You sighed and ruffled his hair, draping the blanket over Sapnap and George, making sure they had enough warmth before reaching over to Sapnap’s and doing the same for Dream.

Road trips just got a whole lot better.

Cause now you’re sleeping with da homies. With socks on, of course.

[saturngrqy]

road trip// gd

HI BABES!!1!!1 im sorry ive been inactive as fuck i have had so much going on school wise and sports wise and I promise imma get back on my grind. ily!!!! thanks for being so patient with me. i luv yall:)))) send in some reqs because i keep falling behind because i suck at coming up with ideas by myself. thanks yall ok bye 

warnings-  fluff, das it

The orange glow of the sunset blared through the windshield of the car as I readjusted my head against the seat. I sighed, snuggling into my pillow that was leaning on the door. 

“Tired, baby?” Grayson asked, leaning his arm over the console to rub my shoulder. I grunted in response, turning towards him. 

“How much longer do we got?” I asked, barely opening my eyes. 

“Uhhh.... about 45 minutes,” Grayson responded, glancing up at the map on his phone. I nodded, wrapping my blanket tighter around myself. Grayson and I were driving down to New Jersey in his van, and Ethan and Kristina were in the backseat sleeping, as it was Grayson’s turn to drive. 

Grayson’s hand moved from my shoulder to my thigh, softly resting there, rubbing small circles. 

“You can take a nap, babe, I know you’re tired,” he whispered. I smiled up at him before softly closing my eyes. 

-

“Baby, Y/n,” I woke  to Grayson gently poking me in the face. I shuffled awake, slightly confused about where I was. I looked out the door to see we were finally at his mom’s house. I got up, wrapping the blanket around myself to shield me from the cold air. 

“E and Kris already went inside,” he explained. “Unfortunately they already called dibs on the big room, so looks like we are sharing the laundry room.” He laughed, pulling me into his side. I giggled, following him to the door. When he opened the door, we were immediately greeted by his mom, who was probably the sweetest person I have ever met. 

We had a pretty small dinner, and Grayson and I quickly ran to bed once we were finished. He laid down first, gesturing his arms toward me from below. I laughed, laying down right on top of him as he wrapped his arms around my collarbone. 

“Thanks for coming,” Grayson whispered into my hair. “I know a 3 day long car ride isn’t the most exciting thing in the world.”

I rolled my eyes, looking back up at him. “Anything with you is an adventure. I love you, Grayson.”

- 

bye that was horse shit