#beanie zed

[carbonateddelusion]

happy 4/20. here is a non-comprehensive list of all our OCs that smoke weed:

Nathan

Violet, probably

Elijah's bandmates/friends

Indigo (medicinal, for his chronic pain)

Maddie (modern them, anyway)

I can't think of anybody else and that's probably because I'm high.

[a-real-life-hermit]

a different demise post for me to keep track up because i deleted my first one because i hated it

bdubs - blown up by rendog

cub - shot by a skellie

doc - punched in the face by an iron golem

etho - sploded by a creepydeep

false

gem - fish-flung by grian

grian - pushed off a cliff by a baby zombie

hypno - impaled by a stalagmite, trapped by jevin

impy - fell into a cave then shot by a skellie

iskall - sploded by an end crystal via scar

jev - shot by a skellie

joe - poked to death by pufferfish via vintagebeef's trap

keralis - punched in the face by an iron golem

mumbo - killed by phantoms after a "failed" build-height-fall prank from tango & jev

pearl - fish-flung by several people and fell down a hole made my etho & cub (most likely claimed by etho)

ren - sploded by a creepydeep (not even while actively caving, just while sorting chests in a cave)

scar - sploded from a trapped chest placed by cub

skizz - pushed by impy (fall damage/stalagmite damage)

joel - dropped into a pit of zombies by imp&skizz

stress - sploded via gem's trapped chest (intended for iskall)

tango - squished by an anvil via doc

beefers - shot by a drowned

wels - impaled on a stalagmite, pushed by iskall

xb - blown up by beanie boy

xisuma - fell into a stalagmite pit made by pearl & keralis

zed - not participating

cleo - dug into lava in the nether

[odekoyma]

Ok, hear me out

Sett's mom and Zed being #1 fans of their sons' band and becoming buddies

EYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!! YES!! !! Actually I want to make Sett's mom an owner of a Cafe Cutie's Restaurant the group loves visit in! Also I AM 100% SURE THAT SHE WAS THE ONE WHO MADE HIS BEANIE!

[bitchinbarzal]

I feel like Mat would constantly try to get Ivy to say things in a ~Canadian~ way. Trying to get her to say "toque" instead of "beanie." Pronouncing the letter Z as "zee" instead of "zed". This man lives and breathes and loves New York but is such a Canadian at heart. Little things like that hahaha 🇨🇦 🇨🇦 🇨🇦

It’s when Ivy says something stupid like pronounce coffee as “caw-fee” he’s like um nope ok we gotta get the Canadian back in her.

“Daddy look at my beanie!”

Mat scowls “it’s a toque!”

“Silly daddy it’s a beanie!

He yanks it over her eyes in a playful fashion and says “you can keep that there until you learn to say it properly!”

“Okay baby you say your a,b,c’s for uncle Beau” you urged her.

She began singing and when she got to the end both Mat and Beau gasped at her

“Did you just say Zed?!”

Scowling she said “Yes! That’s how I taught it”

“You’re sure she’s Canadian?” Beau jokes over at you.

You rolled your eyes “hardy har, she goes to school here she’s obviously not going to pronounce it like a Canadian”

Mat sighed dramatically picking her up “well now I gotta homeschool you clearly”

“Daddy put down!”

“Never! I’m gonna keep holding you upside down until I shake the American outta you!”

[theminecraftbee]

heres my suggestions for the school uniform adjustments for the Main Character Energy of it all, Tango while wearing the uniform perfectly has nonstandard boots, fingerless gloves and a unique bag, Skizz is sleeveless ofc, Gem wears a beanie, sweater and like white tights/socks instead of grey or black? Pearl just wears a big hoodie w/ the hood up underneath or over the blazer blue normally red for negative world, bdubs his bling jeans w/ the knee holes instead of slacks and pocket watch, 1/?

Zed wears a BRIGHT pink and yellow tshirt instead of the button up shirt with the blazer undone, sneakers and science lab goggles around his neck, Grian wears his red sweater over the white button up, has the blazer tied around waist and the tie undone, yes he wears the sweater during summer too he just loses the waist blazer, Impulse wears the school uniform p much perfectly, but has a few buttons undone and opens the jacket and changes to his casual shoes after his dungeon/palace 2/? im giving mumbo a unique outfit too bc hes plot important like shiho or mishima, he wears like black slacks instead of the dark grey that is in the uniform and a red tie instead of the school one, Scott has blue hair and a sports jacket instead of the blazer and like a pride pin or two, im assuming leaning more towards the catholic or english type of uniform rather than the japanses gakuran style, was thinking dark grey pants and blazer, purple plaid tie/bow black button up and dress shoes 3/3

ooooh, I like all of these as design options! yeah, i can go with all of these! they match like, the correct vibes of a lot of the guys here!

[ear-worthy]

American Hysteria: The Podcast About Pointless Panic

There's a country song by Garrett Hedlund called, "Timing Is Everything." 

That sentiment applies perfectly to the podcast American Hysteria.   When American Hysteria began in 2018, the flames of society-wide conspiracy theories burned hotter than ever. With then President Trump using the bully pulpit to foster conspiracy theories -- QAnon, white replacement theory, PizzaGate, vaccine denialism, Putin is being persecuted, and even wind power causes cancer -- rational thought began to exit the public consciousness replaced by a belief best described as Fox Mulder of The X Files meets "Springtime for Hitler."

It was a perfect blend of societal delusions and a podcast investigating that same rift in political, social and cultural stability.

American Hysteria explores how fantastical thinking has shaped our culture – moral panics, urban legends, hoaxes, crazes, fringe beliefs, and national misunderstandings. Poet-turned-podcaster Chelsey Weber-Smith tells the strangest stories from American history and examines the forces that create the reality we share, and sometimes, the reality, we don't.

The podcast is produced by Skylark Media, which is an entertainment network creating and producing interactive audio dramas and podcasts.

 The host, Chelsey Weber-Smith, is known for Channel Zed (2020), Behind the Bastards (2018) and You're Wrong About (2018).

Chelsey Weber-Smith also writes country music and rambles around the United States, building campfires and hoping for the best. She is a graduate of the University of Virginia's MFA program in poetry and has written and self-published two chapbooks, a travel memoir, and two full-length folk/country albums, and was recently nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Her work has been published in BOAAT, Transom, Matter, Wu-Wei Fashion Mag, the James Franco Review, and Miracle Monocle. She currently lives in Seattle.

Weber is perfect for the role in the podcast. Listen to her: "I believe in getting tangled in the weeds, in living in the often-untouched gray areas, of exploring the nuances that often get lost. I hope to use humor and poetics to ease people into difficult truths, to educate with care and understanding, especially around issues of race, class, gender, and sexuality, and the bigness and smallness of being alive."

What kinds of topics does American Hysteria cover ? Here's just a partial list.

 Early Drag Queens, including the manly soldiers of the U.S. Army who put on drag shows during the Second World War. 

The ghosts of children killed in a school bus, who are said to push cars uphill and away from danger. 

The toy riots that took place over sought-after toys, such as Tickle Me Elmo, Cabbage Patch Kids, and Beanie Babies. 

The wild stories about Halloween sadism -- razor blades in apples, rat poison in chocolate -- which turned out to be largely tall tales.

My favorite episodes so far include the show about the numerous conspiracy theories surrounding Barbie over the decades. These theories range from grooming to fat shaming, anti-feminism to body dysmorphia.

 In the episode, I discovered there's one thing Ken and Barbie can never do. Get your mind out of the gutter. It's not that. After all, they're dolls. According to Barbie creator Ruth Handler, they can never get married.

 My other favorite is about Hallmark Christmas movies. In the episode, Weber-Smith says, "Because so many Hallmark writers and directors also make horror movies, I called in podcasters Sarah Marshall and Alex Steed of 'You're Wrong About' and 'You Are Good' to discuss the similarities between these two seemingly polar opposite genres."

I learned that each Hallmark Christmas movie budgets at least $50,000 for fake snow. The movies are generally filmed in the summer.  

My other favorite is the episode about the craze in the late 80s and 90s about satanic cults. The episode details the insanity of parents claiming their children had been affected by these satanic cults that were overrunning America. Later on, we discovered that Satan is really Steve Bannon, so no worries.

Weber-Smith is charming, funny, snarky, sarcastic and utterly entertaining on this podcast. America Hysteria is hysterical in how it crafts a narrative about these events of mass hysteria and then comments on the state of our culture, society and mindset. The narrative is fascinating and educational because, in a way, this podcast is a textbook (only funnier and wittier) on American sociology. 

Chelsey Weber-Smith makes the case that America's craziness is not a recent phenomenon. Conspiracy theories have been with us since dogs were domesticated. Think about it. It's only been 60 years since parents claimed that Elvis and his gyrating hips and The Beatles and their long hair would be the end of Western Civilization as we know it.

Thanks to Fox News, American hysteria will never run dry on conspiracy theories. The network invents them every day -- Tyler Swift is a CIA agent, happy holidays is a secret Communist call sign, and when conservative white people fall asleep, their bodies are being taken over by minorities, like in the film The Invasion Of the Body Snatchers.

Check out American Hysteria. You'll learn something, have fun, laugh often, question the validity of conspiracy theories, and enjoy the warped sensibilities of host Chelsey Weber-Smith.

 Finally, the podcast does encourage feedback. The podcast urges listeners to: "Tell us about a local urban legend you grew up hearing! We may play your voice message on the show along with whatever information we can dig up."

[midnightslov3r]

My favorite fanfictions

My favorite fanfics that are on Wattpad.

10. The Bottom of the River by Weird_am_i_right Description: Y/N Lodge, she’s very different from her older sister, Veronica Lodge, Y/N is shy, and nervous. She likes to paint and write horror stories. So what happens when a beanie boy catches her eye? And what happens if she catches the eye of a certain red haired hottie? (There’s also sequels for this book but that’s just for the different seasons)

9. Camp Rock: Shane Gray x Reader by harrypotter010803 Description: When Y/N and Michie get to go to Camp Rock for the summer, it did not go as they planned. Add a crush and little drama into the mix, it will be one heck of a summer.

8. Our Year | Zed Necrodopolis by Treeeshy Description: A Zombie and a Cheerleader work together to show the town of Seabrook what they can achieve when they embrace their differences and celebrate what makes them a community. (And of course there’s a sequel for this one to and one on the way but yeah)

7. Give me love by surfersgirl Description: Y/n is your average teenager. Or so everyone thought. You see Y/N isn’t just your average teenager she’s a vampire has been since 1918. She doesn’t drink human blood only animals. She’s beautiful just like the rest of her kind. But the one thing that hasn’t fully changed is her eye they change colour depending on her company it’s one of her gifts. What are the others you may ask well. Your going to have to read to find out.

6. Last Summer {R.C.} by hesnotyourslol Description: Did it hurts as much as it looked? She looked almost...happy? Was she really that glad to die? Or was she glad she just finally made him snap?

5. sunflower eli/hawk moskowitz by 1-800-GARFIELD Description: Nicole LaRusso, daughter of All Valley Champion, Daniel LaRusso and twin sister of Sam LaRusso is in love with her child best friend Eli Moskowitz, but what will happen when he transforms into Hawk?

4. ‘My Little Cherry’ - Jack Dawson x reader by leighdenbrough Description: ‘Look Y/N, you’re no picnic...you’re a spoiled little brat even, but under that, you’re a strong, pure heart, and you’re the most amazingly astounding girl-sorry, woman, I’ve ever met.’ He looked straight into my eyes, which sent chills down my spine.

3. Purple Serpent by missnonstop Description: Jovana Jones was supposed to go with her Mom and Sister when they left town, but instead stayed behind for her twin brother Jughead. That changes once Jovana starts to stay with her boyfriend, who Jughead doesn’t like, which puts a wedge between them...

2. Are you insane like me? [JD x Reader] by cursedwormz Description: Y/N had issues but never really knew how to solve them until she met him. Once she met him everything was going to be fine or better...

1. Strike Hard: Miguel Diaz x Female! Reader by NicolePena1 Description: Y/N L/N never had much. With no friends and uncaring parents, she never had what you would call an easy life. One day, her parents decide to pack up and move to Los Angeles, where she becomes neighbors with Miguel Diaz, a shy and sweet boy, and Johnny Lawrence, a rough and abrasive man who didn’t have it easy either. After becoming friends with Miguel and meeting new people,  she soon realizes that maybe there isn’t such thing as an easy life. Especially when it comes to feelings.

[oatmealcrisp-freak]

i will say, forsaking the word 'toque' and replacing it with 'beanie' in my fanfic because i know that the bulk of my readers aren't gonna know what a 'toque' is since that's canadian vernacular hurts more than zee vs zed, str8 up. always gets me right in the gut. don't say i never did anything for you

[guigz1-coldwar]

'Joint Operation': New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out!

"Joint Operation"

"I'm proud to be who I am..."

Chapter Summary: After making plans about their next moves against Perseus in London, Yirina & Park are now awaiting for John Price to arrive in Century House to get it started...

Link of the Picrew here!

To read it on AO3, click here!

Words : +3500

Taglist : @snowgoldwaylon , @clxudtea , @efingart

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Once that we have agreed on what to do in the parking lot, it was time for us four to get back to our respective offices, now having to not talk of any things that could help the CIA to stop Perseus before us, it was our hard work and we ain't going to let the Americans get the upper hand and stop Perseus we could. Maybe that we're on the same side of the war but here, it's different. It's just going to be us, the MI6...and now, adding to that, the Special Air Service...Captain John Price and his men.

When we came back to our office, the first thing that Park did was to get on the line with Hereford and reach out to Price, asking for his help, and thankfully, we didn't even have to tell any important details to him that he was already agreeing to come with his men but because of some things on his side, he would be only able to come near the end of the afternoon, causing us to get along with it and wait for him and the SAS to arrive in London, Park having to precise that they needed 'the necessary tools for work'.

Now, it was the beginning of a 'normal day' for us: back to our offices and going to work, knowing that now, people were listening to us. We didn't work for the first part of the day until noon as we start to search for every bug that the CIA got, finding some in the lamps, on some drawers, and of course, inside our phones and all of this search by faking a discussion or staying silent, a feeling fo disgust when a hidden bug was found, knowing that we weren't secure in here.

The rest of the day went pretty well: having lunch with Zasha & Portnova in their office and after that, analyzing what's the MI6 got from Peter's apartment and what we saw made our day: Peter had suspicions of the location of where the Perseus members are hiding and it as all pointing out to Canary's Wharf...Lukas Ritter's tracker managing to give us the benefit of the doubt and that's what we were seeing in that detail when the estimated time for Price to arrive was here.

"Should be here soon for me," I said, checking up my watch on my left wrist as I was with Park at her desk, focusing actually on the construction site map of Canary's Wharf. "What do you think about it?" I asked her, who was sitting on her chair with me just behind her.

"I don't know, he said that there were some problems to deal with before getting here," She replied, telling me the same thing she did when she hang out after that phone call.

"At least, we know that he's coming," I muttered, putting my hands on the desk at a few centimeters from the map and the few pen that we were using to write things that we couldn't say loudly.

"Of course," Park alleged as her right hand moves towards one of the pens and a piece of paper to write on it. "How much do you think they could be?" She wrote that pretty quick on that paper, tapping with her pen two times below the sentence.

"Uhm..." I mumbled, grabbing her pen in her hand to write. "Estimated for me? At least 20 to 30," I replied with my writing just right under her sentence. "How many men Price has?" I added to it.

"Enough," Park responded by talking, using a low tone to say it. "Don't worry, we're maybe lower in numbers but the SAS knows how to make the job done," She continued, turning her head towards me. "You know that well," She smiled at me, meaning it.

"Of course," I breathed before I moved softly for a little kiss on her lips but I couldn't know if it was something like that or because I wanted it since our last kiss in the car. "Thanks," I whispered after the kiss, seeing her lips going for a smile, and then, two knocks at our door...

"Who is this?" Park asked, putting herself well on her seat to face the door but the only response we see was the door opening to reveal Portnova with behind them, a man with a dark blue beanie and a large vest on the same color...him, Price.

"Oh, Portnova, good to see you," I exclaimed, happy to see her here and talking a bit loud to make myself heard by the CIA through the bugs.

"Hey, there's John Price from the SAS behind me, he came to see us first," Portnova spoke up, pointing behind her with her left thumb, Price making a sign with his head to say hello, Park doing the same with me to him. "You told us that you wanted to see him so here he is," He said, moving aside to let Price walk in front to enter the room, taking off his beanie.

"Good to see you, Helen," Price grinned at Park, moving next to the chairs in front of her desk and putting his hands on the backrest of one of them.

"Me too, John," She muttered in a low voice, her eyes looking at her right eye with her thumb touching the ring finger.

"Well, I'm leaving you three for now on," Portnova said but then, she moves to my desk to grab a piece of paper & a pen to write something, me going closer to see what she was going to write on it. "Zed is already in the underground parking with Price's men, you'll join us soon," That's what I could see on it after she finished writing, winking at me before she left the office, closing the door behind her.

"So, you know why I ask you to come?" Park started, having her both hands joined together as I got back next to her with the piece of paper in my hands. "Thanks," She said when I gave her the paper, taking a look at quickly.

"Yes, you said that Stone was back and that Perseus was in town," Price replied, staying up behind that chair, maybe thinking that our presence in here will be short. "That you needed support,"

"I do, we do," Park clarified, putting aside the paper before looking back at him. "We both know that we have to work again together for that case and we need you & your men," She clarified, quickly followed by a nod from Price.

"Helen, the SAS is always going to have your back, count on that," He affirmed with a sure tone in his voice, meaning it by a lot as his eyes drifted towards the map that was on the desk, just in front of Park.

"If you want, we can talk about how we can proceed," I told him, scratching the left side of my jaw with my right hand.

"Of course, well..." Price started to say as Park immediately got her hands back on the same pen and another piece of paper to write something else. "My men are waiting for us in the underground parking," He pointed out behind him before looking at the paper Park was showing him.

"CIA listening, tell that you're here to install a temporary HQ in here," Park's writing was looking rather quick but still good looking, showing the note pretty clear to Price

"We're been thinking of installing an HQ in Century House for our ops in town," Price bought it instantly, knowing that she was saying the truth along with me and our gestures. "Maybe that you want to give instructions to them," He advised.

"That's a good idea, John," Park approved of it, her voice sounding like it was going to be better to talk in the parking than talking about here. "Let's go then," She ordered with enthusiasm as she got up from her seat and grab her jacket on its backrest.

I followed the same procedure as her by going back to my desk and grab what I needed: my jacket & my M1911 while Park took with her, the map of the construction site in Canary's Wharf, and of course, her pistol, and then, we were ready to go out of the office, me & Park taking the lead and gesturing to Price that we couldn't talk in here and the hallways before we arrived inside the elevator, the only place with the underground parking that we could talk freely without been heard but instead, we stayed quiet.

Our mouths were kept shut inside the elevator while it was going down to the parking and when we stepped out, the first thing that caught up my eyes was two vans parked near the same car that I & Park used earlier this day with some men around them, talking to each other and hearing the little sound of the elevator's doors opening up caused every looks to be put on us, giving me a sort of little pressure to be observed by those people even if I know that those guys are friendly.

"Finally, we can talk freely, I think," I sighed as we all three start walking towards the car that was having Zasha & Portnova near it, staying on their side alone and away for the moment from Price's men.

"Why the CIA's listening to you?" Price asked by curiosity behind us.

"Because they don't like us, John," Park replied in a clear voice, already taking out the wrapped map from her jacket, making a sign with her at Zasha & Portnova. "For them, we're useful to have what they need...we don't want that, not after what they're doing with us," She added as we arrived near the car, Park unwrapping the map over the car's hood.

"So, this is their hideout?" Zasha demanded as they didn't know about the actual layout of the construction site, we only saw that minutes before Price arrives here.

"Two entrances, multiples covers, and for them, an exit in the Tube," I explained, looking at everything that was put around circles and seemed important by me & Park. "A perfect place to hide for Perseus," I added.

"What about the tracker that you put on Lukas?" Portnova questioned me, crossing her arms.

"Unfortunately, it stopped emitting 30 minutes ago," Park answered at my place to her, not even letting move my lips to speak. "Either they found out about it or they have something blocking it to emit," She theorized as I was in charge of keeping an eye on the tracking device that got off as she said 30 minutes ago.

"A jammer?" Price mumbled, his left hand below his chin and adopting a thinking attitude. "It could be possible but now, they're going to think that's something off," He presumed, me & Park nodding at him about that. "And that's where we all coming,"  He added as he got his hands over the map. "What's your plan, Helen?" He demanded, looking at her.

"To start, I think that we should get two teams striking the entrances," She started, moving her fingers on the map to point to the two entrances she mentioned. "The one at that warehouse should be the first one to go on with discretion," She suggested as she looks at everyone to see our reaction to that. "And then, we launch the attack, stealth isn't and can't be used during a large part of the operation,"

"Two teams, two entrances, it should work perfectly," Price speculated, his eyes looking at the map as if he was analyzing it for a better opinion on it. "The only problem is that we have to react quickly to eliminate that group before they could use the Tube," He said, his fingers over the side of the map that was getting inside a part of the metro.

"I'm sure that we can do it," I proclaimed like that, getting a bit enthusiastic to get Perseus out of London.

"I'm sure too," Zasha joined in with me in my statement. "Your men, sir, are very good elements, we can do it quickly," They complimented, their eyes drifting to look at the group of people in SAS uniforms near the first van that was near us.

"Thank you, Smirnov," Price thanked them, giving them a nod to that compliment. "Now, we should organize to see who is doing what," He declared, crossing his arms as Portnova suddenly decide to go away from us without any words, walking to get leaned on a pole that was almost 10 meters from us.

"Well...Uhm...I think that I want to volunteer to be with the group going first," I said, raising my left hand to that, wondering inside of me why I did this.

"I'm in too," Zasha joined me in raising their hand, making my eyes go wide for a bit. "What about you, Park?" They demanded towards her who was thinking by looking at the map.

"I'll choose, don't worry," She simply replied, not moving her head away from the map. "If you wish, I'll talk about the details with Price alone," She stated.

"As you wish, Park," I told her, making a lovely tap over her left shoulder before we decide along with Zasha to leave Park & Price alone but Zasha quickly left me to join the group they were looking at before as for me, I needed to see Portnova.

She was all alone, leaned on that pole, arms crossed and looking away from everyone. When she first walk away from the group, no one wondering why she left except me, I wanted to know why she was like that...was she thinking about something bad? Perseus was now aware that she was alive following the assassination attempt at the University of London and since, I was sometimes able to see that she wasn't looking well & secure to be around, surely because we were having a big target on our backs...something that needed to be erased...

"Portnova?" I called out with a low voice as I approach her in a slow walk.

"Yes?" She muttered, her eyes looking down at her feet.

"Are you alright?" I demanded, arriving right next to her at least 1 meter from her. "I saw you leaving the group seconds ago and...I'm worried," I clarified myself in case, even joining my hands together, looking like a shy girl.

"I wish I could say yes and I don't want to say no," She responded, turning softly her head at me, her face seeming neutral for me. "I know that I shouldn't be like that but it's hard to believe that...even with every try, Perseus is always here," He sniffed.

"I know, it's hard," I joined her on that thought.

"I want to live a perfect life with Zasha, having them with me while the two of us are working at our respective workplace: me as a teacher, them...I'm not sure if they want to stay a cryptographer but..." She stopped herself for a few seconds to take a deep breath. "Not having a feeling to been watched, listened and threatened by someone," She resumed in a lower voice, sounding neutral for me.

"That's what you told me...three years ago," I exclaimed, crossing my arms as I had flashes in my head showing me my memory with her near the Moskova. "You were scared, I had a memory with you last night...a meeting near the Moskova, away from the city," I explained

"So, you remember that day..." She whispered with a little grin at me. "I'm still scared about this...since that day," She said, her voice sounding broken as she pass her hands below her eyes. "No, I'm not crying here...not at all," She defended herself despite that tears were visible on her face, hiding them with her hands.

"It's okay, you can cry, we all do that one day," I confided with the truth on that subject, everyone can be having a bad moment...crying is normal. "Listen, I'm still sorry about...the three years that passed with....you alone, I'll make sure...we'll make sure that Perseus will be destroyed," I commented, giving my apologies about that situation she faced alone...even if I already told them.

"I know, thank you," She grinned at me

"No...thank you for...being a great friend, Portnova," I thanked her back as she was meaning a lot as a friend for me, along with Zasha, adding a friendly tap over her right shoulder to fully mean it entirely.

"Well, thanks," She whispered, still smiling at me while I did it too as her eyes suddenly got focused behind me. "Seems that Zed is talking to their friends," She stated, making me turn around to look and see Zasha talking with three people: someone with a sort of mohawk haircut...like Freya, a man with a black hood on and a white skull as a decal, and then, a man with a helmet and a black hood too.

"I didn't know that they were friends with them," I confessed as Portnova move away from the pole she was leaned on to join me at my side.

"They told me that after Price showed up," She explained, crossing her arms as we were looking at the group. "I think they are Soap, Ghost &...Roach," She revealed to me, her voice getting a bit sounding confused at the end. "What the hell kind of a name is Roach?" She asked me.

"Don't know but...why don't we join Zasha to talk with them?" I proposed to her and it's without any hesitation from me & her that we decide to join the group, observing that Zasha was the one to talk mainly in it.

"Hi, miss Grigoriev," The mohawk guy spoke first with a Scottish accent as he was sitting on the back of the van, the back doors widely as the inside was looking like an armory...he's Soap. "And...you must be Zasha's wife, I presume?" He demanded, pointing out at Portnova.

"That's correct," Portnova replied with a smile as Soap offered his hand to her.

"John 'Soap' Mactavish, call me simply Soap," He presented himself as he & Portnova shook hands before they withdraw from each other. "Here's our Ghost," He pointed at the man with a black hood and a white skull decal.

"Pleasure to meet you both," The man said, surprising me with the voice he used, feeling it very deeper and...unusual.

"And here's Roach," Soap finished, his hand pointing towards the man with a helmet and the hood, leaned against one of the backdoors of the van.

"Hi, misses..." The man waved at us, sounding rather shy in his voice and we waved back at him.

"They are my friends," Zasha told me, their hands joining together and they were sounding a bit unsure to tell it actually, their gestures looking like a shy person. "We...I met and talk with them during & after our mission in Cuba,"

"A pretty good sniper, they told us that you're the woman that formed them in it," Soap exclaimed, addressing himself towards me.

"The kid has a good heart, same for you as I heard," Ghost added, crossing his arms as he looked at me through his black hood.

"Well, Zasha is my best friend for years...almost 9 years to be honest," I admitted as Zasha was looking at me with a smile, giving me some hope as I was like opening myself to those guys. "I'm doing my best as I can,"

"You...you did good," Roach implored, getting Soap & Ghost eyes on him.

"Of course, that's good, we're doing the same thing with you," Soap told him as he joined his hands together over his legs.

"Everyone," Then, we all heard Price's voice calling us out and getting our attention on him & Park who was standing next to him. "As you could know, we're fighting Perseus again and today, we have a chance to bring them down in London and maybe in England if we can," He started, his hands around his waist.

"Perseus' agents are hiding in a construction site in Canary's Wharf and we think that they could leave tonight, we're striking them today," Park spoke up, making her voice loud & clear for everyone who was now gathered to see them as for us, we didn't move at all from our spot.

"There will be two teams: one led by me & Park while the other will be led by Grigoriev," He announced, making my eyes goes wide at this. "Soap, Ghost, Roach, Griffin & Wallcroft, you'll be with her, the others, with me & Park," He continued as my jaw was dropped discreetly at this but not because I was going to led a SAS team. "Prepare your equipment, we'll be leaving soon," He ordered clearly, causing everyone to split up.

"Park," I called her as I walk towards her. "You...you're not coming in the same team with me?" I demanded, wondering why...just why...

"Don't worry, Yiri," She started with a little smile at me. "It's just for the beginning, the attack will get us back, don't worry about it, and like the SAS say..." She advised me, stopping in her words before pulling me in for a quick kiss on the lips before she looked back at me, a face that wanted to me stay calm and not worry about this...

"Stay frosty!"

[prince-toffee]

Entrapdak Month

9. Human AU

“Oh sorry. Is Hector home?” The short woman in purple asked with a smile on her youthful tanned face. Freckles on her cheeks and nose, spread out like stars in the night sky. Her smile wide enough to go ear to ear. Two purple pigtails on the back, a beanie hat covering the top of her head. She wore a sleeveless shirt with ‘Dexter Morgan is my role model’, two strange fingerless gloves, a pair of dirty purple sweat pants and a pair of high welling boots. Also dirty. And muddy. She stood proud, she gave off a feeling of mighty height, always towering with her personality. A bag hanged across her left shoulder. She stood on the welcome mate - which had a red ‘not’ sprayed on it, probably one of V’s pranks. She seemed unphased by it or by the light drizzle of rain that night.

Infront of her, in the doorway of the dark mansion, stood eight or so oddly similar looking siblings. Most towering over her, with the exception of Moe in his wheelchair, and Zed who was ten. All of them looked at each other, heads and eyes turning from side to side, disbelief plastered on their facial expressions. After a few moments of awkward silence of staring at each other the disbelief turned to satisfaction and smug happiness. A smirk formed on each of their faces, except for Lee who never smiled, and Zed who was too young to understand. They looked as if they had won a deal or a prize, which they did.

“Sure. He’s in the living room. He’s been waiting, all nervous like.” said V, he was the one with the short shaved hair dyed red, even though all of them looked identical, boys and girls alike, yet he had a more vulture-y look to him with his pointy chin and even skinnier form then Hector, which Entrapta thought was impossible. His voice held a cocky tone to it.

“Please come in.” The woman with the blue mohawk welcomed her in, moving off to the side giving her space to move past them, gesturing with her hand to come into in the house. This was Dess.

“Oh, thank you.” Entrapta tapped her boots on the not-welcome mate getting off the mud before entering the household. The tap was half-hearted so the boots still left semi-muddy imprints on the nice wooden floor. Which had Moe scrunch up his face at the sight, he decided to just pass it, he was going to take care of that later. But hey, it’s the thought that counts. She was kindly asked to take them off and walk around freely in her socks. Dess gestured to the living room. Once again all observers stayed under the door frame of the living room, looking in on the interaction with giddy expressions on their faces.

Sure enough the short visitor spotted Hector in the centre of the room pacing back and forth, looking down at his phone screen. He looked nervous. Entrapta, from over his shoulder, saw her and Hector’s photo from the science fair, with her name above in contacts. She suddenly realised her phone was buzzing the entire way here, Hector must’ve been texting her all this time. He was always so worried, so self-conscious and unsure of himself, but only around her. She found it cute, in a way. Hector still hadn’t noticed her. Entrapta pulled out her phone and glanced at her messages from ‘Hordikins’, 48 messages unread. A giggle almost escaped her throat, she looked at the stream of continuous texts, her lips curling up. Messages were minutes apart. First:

‘Entrapta, you wished to meet. Where would that take place?’

‘Did you mean at your house? I would like to make sure, I wouldn’t want to intrude unwelcomed.’

‘WAIT, did you mean my house?! Because it is a bad idea!’

‘No. No. No.’

‘That is an awful idea. My Brother would kill me.’

‘My Brother will NOT allow it!’

‘Pls stay away!’

‘No please hold on, that sounded wrong. I’m sorry!’

‘I did NOT mean it like that!!’

‘Entrapta please answer!’

‘I am sorry!!!’

‘We can meet at your household. I could come over to your place.’

‘NO wait i didnt mean it like that either!’

‘Plase text bak’

‘Or call’

‘if you wish’

Entrapta had never seen Hordak’s grammar diminish as it continued, well not in text, he turned to an intelligible red tomato in real life every time he talked to her. And just as she finished reading over the last text bubble a new one blipped in. Hector must’ve heard it, because he turned around, his gaze was met with her own eyes, and for a moment he froze. A blush ran across his face, he was paralyzed on the spot with a heatwave storming inside him. Entrapta took the sight in, he wore a black turtle neck, his standard glasses and a black and gold dress with none of his famous slits - which slightly disappointed her. But it got better when she noticed he was wearing the pair of Star Trek socks she gave him for his birthday, she couldn’t believe he actually wore them. She felt her heart melt a little. She could barely hold back an ‘aw’ and it took all of her willpower to do so.

Hector’s blue dyed hair was messy, like he was, prier to her arrival, running through it frantically. A single lock of hair hung down his face, she looked to see Hector nervous, confused and paniced. They maybe realised that they stared at each other in silence a little too long, so Hector cleared his voice. He combed back the rogue lock of hair to look more presentable. His gaze shifted to the cluster of his siblings in the door way to the living room, pocking their heads in with smiles on their faces. Some suggestive ones too. He scowled at them. He set his phone aside.

“Entrapta, could we step out for a moment?” He asked with a wobble in his voice, trying his best to act tough and strong like he always did.

“No, no. We were all just going out for the game anyway... So you two will have the house to yourselves.” Dess stated as she directed her brothers out to the front door. She and Hector locked eyes, she was up to something he felt like. He narrowed his eyes at them, but didn’t do much else. Entrapta was pretty oblivious to the tension and implication.

Hector rubbed his nose, the unwanted audience wasn’t leaving quick enough for him, so he barked at them to chase them off, “Get out!” he yelled as they exited the house with V being the last one out, showing his tongue to him. The doors closed. He returned his gaze to Entrapta. He gestured with his hand to the coach as he himself sat down, Entrapta gladly followed suit as she plopped down on it. “I- um- I’m sorry about them... W-why are you here, Entrapta?”

Entrapta smiled back at him, “Because I wanted to see you silly. I missed you.” Hector wanted to reseed into the coach and never come out, she missed him? He didn’t know she cared that much for him. He found he didn’t know what to do with his hands so he had them strangely intertwined with each other. “And also because I wanted to show you something!” Stars in her eyes, Hector loved looking into them, he could do so all day. Entrapta unzipped her bag and plunged her hand into it and retrieved an item from it. She held it high into the air, “Ta-Da!”.

“What is it?”

“It’s a movie! I thought we could watch something together. Haven’t seen you all week. I missed you.” There it was again that confession, she missed him. He could not believe it, he couldn’t wrap his head around it. He looked at the DVD cover his guest waved in his face, he did not recognise it, he didn’t watch many movies. Nonsensical activities were not allowed in their household by their big Brother. The first game he ever played was Candy Crush on Entrapta’s phone, two weeks ago. He had very limited knowledge and interaction with pop culture. He did not go out much.

“Again, what is it?” Hector asked discombobulated.

“Well, I don’t exactly know, the blurb is super enigmatic. But I heard it’s really good, or that it’s a sin against god, no real middle ground when it comes to it. But I thought we could watch it together!” She rotated the rectangle container side to side, like a mother dangling keys infront of a baby, “Come on, I know how much you love being negative and critique things. You could actually have fun with it.”

“Fun?! You take that back.” He actually managed to make a joke, and it seemed to get Entrapta as she started to giggle. He really hoped it was genuine rather than a pity laugh. The short woman got off the coach and slotted the CD into the DVD player. Hector almost had a heart attack, they weren’t supposed to use it, it was off limits. He thanked the lord that his older Brother was out of town. Entrapta hopped back to the couch. And laid her own head on his shoulder. He stayed quiet, his pose stiffened, his breathing became heavier, his heart rate became more rapid. He hoped his heart wouldn’t jump out of his chest. He looked down on the resting angel woman, she was otherworldly, outstanding, absolutely gorgeous. He then turned to the screen of the television, and saw the movie starting. Perhaps this wasn’t going to be so bad. This could be fun.

Well, it would’ve been, if he didn’t spot his siblings spying on them through the living room window from the outside.

[flash-some-cash]

Dating Floor 2

This is a post about some of the characters and what they may look for in a person and some of the drawbacks/complications of being with them and some of the perks.

It's late and I can't sleep so here this thing.

Ana Larive

Ana is someone who is adventurous, and can understand that her dark humor and snarky attitude shouldn't be taken seriously.

Someone who respects and understands she's not super affectionate, but does love holding hands, and will show her love in other ways, such as taking pictures of you, or scolding you for not getting enough rest.

Some of the drawbacks would be that she's not good at communicating, especially her feelings and her tone can come off as vitriolic, but she means nothing by this. Keeping this in mind should make things easier.

Perks are that you have yourself a goth gf. She's good at makeup, and actually can give good advice.

She's protective and will defend your honor. She's no nonsense and will call you out on your shit no matter what.

She wants to see you grow, and does so by telling you that you fucked up and to own it. This is mutual.

Rae Higgins

She's a Rae of sunshine, geddit? Ok ok, but still.

She's loving and is not afraid to show her love for you to the world. Im sure if it were up to her she'd tell everyone and the pope.

Shed love someone who is also not afraid to love her in public.

She loves holding your hand and kissing your cheek, kissing you all over. Telling you that she loves you, and hugging you often. If she finds anything like a small teddy bear or doll she will give it to you. You now are the proud owner of dozens of beanie babies.

Drawbacks would be that she pushes too hard sometimes and is kind of sensitive. Sometimes she needs a chance to relax after a long day of being around people.

Remind her to take breaks sometimes. She needs it.

She's nurturing, but also a shitkicker, so she will get you straight if you are acting a fool.

Dont let her sweet mug decive you, she's tough when need be.

She's a shoulder to cry on. Cry if you have to, she'll listen to you, and sing to you. Also she's got sick tattoos. What more could you ask for?

Dj Scully

Ah, Scully, a sweet guy, he's a mess, but a good one.

He loves someone who can match his energy and laugh at his jokes. But can also keep him tethered to reality.

Prepare for the dirtiest of jokes, because thats what you are in for. Shit, be careful, he's got a nasty mouth.

He's super affectionate, and shows his love by hugging you after the two of you survived a wave. Telling you that your marksmanship is fucking sexy. 👀

Drawbacks would be that he also is bad at communicating his feelings. And tends to have trouble knowing when to stop messing around. Can become emotionally unavailable from time to time, mostly because of him not talking it out.

Perks are that you don't have to hide anything. He love's everything about you. He's not super judgmental, so you can tell him anything.

He's adventurous, and every day spent with him is interesting. This man can never be boring.

He is the best hugger. He's got the right amount of fat to muscle ratio that hugging him is a blessing in itself. (imagine doing other things with him, bro im sweating)

The Patriarch

(this goes out to my homie @genkigal / @ask-killing-floor-patty your boi gets some lov!)

The zed boss of the hour.

The patriarch is a loner. And wants to be with someone who he knows can be independent from him. He likes spending his days rambling away over some scientific type stuff and loves when you are able to understand and be excited with him.

He loves holding your hand, and having you sing to him. He'll recite romance poems to woo you, and does his best being affectionate.

He's pretty insecure. About alot of things, his looks, and his past. He feels that he doesn't deserve you, and you are better off with someone else. He goes into depressive states and becomes unavailable at times. Remind him that you'll never stop loving him and you aren't going anywhere.

He can be quite cold and ruthless at times, being The Patriarch means he can go off the rails. Will protect you from anyone. Even from himself. Is possessive by nature, but is aware of it and is looking to correct his behavior for you.

He's large. And no one will want to fuck with you if he's with you, I mean, look at him, big boi.

Very practical on good days and will help you rationalize your feelings. And does not expect too much from you, mostly because he's fucked up so much, he has no bar set on you. However, he wants you to do better than he had done.

[carbonateddelusion]

ARE ANY OF YOUR PEEPS ARTISTICALLY INCLINED

Who is an artist in your oc arsenal, and singers, dancers, writers? Do they make original works or do they do mostly studies/ work for others?

Not a lot of my OCs are artists specifically! But! Rae is a singer/songwriter/guitar player, Edgar can sing, dance, play the flute, violin, piano, and guitar (but not actually write or draw), Red USED to be able to play the guitar and has a lovely singing voice, Jack can play the bass, I have some OCs that are a part of Eli's band, Yellow can act, and Roan enjoys painting with exotic materials.

Yellow and Rae use their talents commercially, Edgar tries to hide his talents, Red only shows his singing voice off in church and to his family, Jack's just a hobbyist player (although he USED to be a part of Elijah's band), and Roan paints for themself.

Minato also knows how to play a couple of ceremonial instruments because of their position as figurehead of his tribe's (I need to think of a better name for them) religion, but I need to actually design them sshjsbjssk

[crashdevlin]

Zed Word: Ch. 2 Carpe Diem

Zed Word Masterlist

Author’s Note: Originally posted to ao3. This was inspired by a series of tweets between Jeffery Dean Morgan and Jensen Ackles…. Sam and Dean never found John, but everything went the same way anyway until Season 5. Adam never said ‘yes’ to Michael. The fight at Stull Cemetery never happened but Lucifer (jumping from vessel to vessel ‘cause Sam wouldn’t say ‘yes’) and Pestilence managed to infect everyone with Croatoan, turning everyone into zombies when they die. The boys have traveled the apocalyptic landscape killing zombies and saving people ever since.

Summary: Reader has been living in Alexandria since Daryl saved her life. When she ventures out of town for the first time in months, Sam and Dean save her life and she takes them back to Alexandria, a town on edge since Negan showed up. Dean takes an instant interest in the woman, and when Negan shows up again, he does, too.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Negan x Reader

Story Warnings: Kidnapping, torture, Non-con/dub-con, unprotected sex of a forced nature, pregnancy, mentions of abortion, PTSD, *THIS IS A DARK FIC*

Chapter Warnings: Kidnapping

Eric walked in halfway through the sermon (one about faith in the face of overwhelming odds and humility after surpassing those odds) and stood next to you. You could see him appraising Dean from the sidelines as Gabriel preached. "He's super cute." He whispered.

"Told you."

"You still need a wingman?"

You scoffed. "You know, I don't think I do. He was flirting with me. Even I can't deny that's what he was doing."

"Ooh, good for you! Is he coming to pasta night?"

"They both are." You cast your eyes to the front of the room and smiled politely at Gabriel, who was looking at you and Eric with disappointment.

"Well, I got your water started. You'll just have to kick it up to high when you get home." He winked and walked to the back, sitting in a single empty chair.

After Gabriel wound down the sermon, everyone stood and greeted each other. Eric walked up and smiled at the men. "Sam, Dean, this is Eric Raleigh."

"And do you two have surnames?" Eric asked, shaking their hands.

"Winchester. Like the rifle." Sam responded.

"Ooh. That's a name. Well, I will see you at the house for spaghetti, right? You can meet Aaron."

"Yeah. We'll be there. Who are we to turn down a home-cooked meal?" Dean put his hand on your shoulder as he spoke. You froze and Eric definitely noticed.

"It's actually pretty amazing what this girl can do with canned tomatoes and dried pasta. She's had that that sauce going for hours."

You rolled your eyes and pulled away from the men. "Okay, y'all, let's... head back to the house."

"You know, if you can't handle him touching your shoulder, you're never gonna break that dry spell." Eric whispered as you walked out of the church.

"Thank you, Eric." You groaned.

"Hey, Maggie! Are you coming to dinner?" Eric called.

"No. I can't take the acid. Thanks, anyway." Maggie dropped her head as she headed toward the Grimes' households.

"Her husband was one of the ones Negan killed. She's pregnant. So sad." You whispered as you walked toward Eric and Aaron's house.

"It's a tragedy." Eric agreed. "To lose someone like that."

"Yeah." Sam could barely be heard. It was evident that they had definitely lost people, too.

As you approached the house, you could see Carl on the porch, bouncing Judith up and down. "Oh, the Grimes kids are here. They've been really eager about these dinners since Carol left. Carl!" You rushed toward the porch, with a big smile.

"Those the guys?" Carl asked, resting Judith on his hip.

"Yep. They saved me. I know distrust is your first instinct, but don't be a jerk."

"When am I ever?" Carl asked, with faux innocence, as you pushed the door open. Carl followed you into the kitchen.

"Who else is coming, you think?"

"Dad and Michonne said they might be coming. Dad was kinda... uh..."

"Pissed? You can say it. I knew he wasn't gonna be happy about us bringing in new people." You clicked the pot of water up to high and stirred your sauce as the front door opened and Eric entered with Sam, Dean, Michonne, Rick and Eugene following behind. You grabbed two boxes of pasta and set them on the counter, before walking to the fridge and pulling out a six-pack of beer. "Will you take these into the living room, Carl? And tell everybody fifteen minutes on food, please?" The teen took the beer without a word and disappeared from the kitchen.

You could hear snippets of conversation from the living room, filtering in over the sound of boiling water. "... a mechanic. I got into it by fixin' up our Dad's old Impala. Just had a knack. Sammy was gonna be a lawyer. Went to Stanford an' everything."

"Is it just you two?" Rick's tone was accusatory, like he didn't believe the brothers had survived together alone.

"That's kinda our life story. Sam and Dean against the world." Sam responded.

"Gotta say; cold beer, I thought I'd never have one again. You guys have it so good here. I can see why other people might be a threat."

"Don't worry. We know you aren't here to take what we have." Michonne's tone was warmth and strength. Of all the females in Alexandria, she was definitely the one you were happiest to call 'friend'.

"... brings you to Virginia? Headin' anywhere specific?" Eric cut through as you placed a strainer in the sink.

"...best to just keep... one place for long. Makes you a target. We didn't have a place with walls like..." Sam's voice went in and out as you poured the starchy water and spaghetti into the sink.

Suddenly, you were aware of a presence at the stove, stirring your sauce. You turned to see Dean, beer in one hand, ladle in the other. "You should be out there, mingling, making new friends." You said as you set the giant pot on a cold burner.

"Well, Sammy has their attentions right now and I realized that you are all alone in here. Doesn't seem fair. You're doin' all the work and not even gettin' company in return."

You grabbed a stack of plates from the cupboard and began to plate the pasta. "Maybe you just wanna spend time with me. You sweet on me, Dean?"

He smiled, brightly, at that. "I thought I was hidin' it pretty well."

You pointed to a cupboard beside the sink. "You wanna open that and grab the bottle on the second shelf?"

Dean set his beer on the counter and reached into the cabinet, coming back with a bottle of mahogany red liquor, about three-fourths full. The label was faded, but 'Macallan' was still legible. "What's this?"

"It was my Dad's. Macallan Cask Strength. It survived the journey from Florida to Alexandria."

"Cask Strength?"

"Scotch gets diluted down to about 90 proof, usually. This isn't watered-down. Sits at about 130 proof. A little goes a long way." You answered, beginning to ladle sauce over the plates of pasta.

"So, don't drink from the bottle, is what you're tellin' me?"

You pointed to another cabinet. "Cups."

"How many people are gonna imbibe?"

"It varies. You should get a head count from the living room."

Dean crossed the kitchen, bottle in hand. "Hands up if you're havin' some of this kickass Scotch. Yeah, nice try kid." He returned and grabbed 6 cups. "Assuming you're having a glass."

You grabbed the first round of plates and headed to the living room with them. "Bon Apetit."

Dean helped bring in the rest of the plates and you smiled as everyone waited to take their first bite until you'd taken a seat in a chair next to Aaron. "I wanna dedicate this meal to Sam and Dean Winchester. Without them, I'd've been a meal for walkers this morning, so... thank you, enjoy and... go slow on the Scotch. Salud." You held up your glass and everyone held theirs up, too.

"Salud." The room chorused.

You watched as Dean twirled his fork in the pasta and shoved it into his mouth. "Aw muh gaw! Ish ih uhmay-ing." You laughed as he swallowed. "After years of dehydrated shit and cold Beanie-weenies, this is like a porterhouse."

Sam nodded his agreement. "This is the best thing I can ever remember eating. Thank you, so much."

You blushed and took a sip of your Scotch.

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As everyone slowly filed out of the house, you found yourself sitting on Aaron and Eric's couch, nursing the end of your first glass of Scotch. Dean was sitting next to you, nursing his second one as Sam helped Eric and Aaron with the dinner dishes. You were suddenly very aware of Dean's proximity and your levels of anxiety skyrocketed as you began to worry about his obvious interest in you and your lack of experience and if you maybe you forgot to shave part of your leg when you were in the shower.

Dean reached over and placed his hand on your thigh and leaned over, whispering, "I'm not going to ask you to bed, y/n."

"What?" You squeaked, turning to him.

"You looked nervous, so I thought I'd take the pressure off."

You swallowed. "Did I do something... wrong?"

"No, not at all. It's just..." He cleared his throat and set his glass down. "You're pretty much a virgin. It's been a decade for you and I doubt your high school boyfriend knew what he was doing. And I, for the first time in years, I'm actually drunk and I'm not gonna rush into this with you and fuck it up."

"But... I... we could die any day." You whispered, looking down.

"You're right, and 'carpe diem' is a great way to live in the apocalypse, but we are relatively safe here and if I'm gonna seize you, I'm gonna do it right."

"Right. Guess that makes sense."

"Hey, but I do plan to carpe. Just not tonight."

You chuckled, scooting backward on the couch. "That definitely takes the pressure off."

"That's what I was goin' for." Dean said, as the water in the kitchen turned off.

Eric seemed a bit disappointed that you and Dean weren't all over each other when they entered the living room.

"Ready to head back?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded, standing and wiping his hands on his slacks. "Thanks for having us over. This was an amazing welcome. Hope we can live up to the hype." You stood, walking to the door and letting them out. "Tomorrow?" Dean asked, quietly, as he passed through the doorway.

"Tomorrow." You confirmed.

You closed the door and turned to Eric and Aaron, both of whom were staring at you. "So?" Eric asked.

"So... what?" You deflected, picking up your empty glass and draining the last bit of Scotch from Dean's.

"So, Dean Winchester, that's what. Do we hear wedding bells?"

You rolled your eyes and headed for the kitchen sink. "We've known each other a day, Eric. Let's hold off on the 'Say Yes to the Dress' event, okay?"

"Oh, come on. Does he like you?" Eric asked, frankly.

You turned around and sighed. "There was some talk about carpe-ing my diem. Yes, I'd say he does."

"Good for you. You deserve the happiness." Aaron smiled as he spoke.

"Like I said, I met him this morning. Let's not get ahead of ourselves."

"Yeah, but..." Aaron tilted his head away from his boyfriend. "...you could get lost in those eyes."

You sighed, deeply. "I know." You shook your head at yourself and walked toward the stairs. "See you in the morning, gentlemen."

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The next morning was more tense than other recent dawns and it didn't take long to find out why. Negan would be there in just a couple hours. As the time dragged on, you decided to check on the Winchesters. Sam answered the door. "Have you guys been told? That Negan's coming?"

"Yeah. Maggie told us to stay in. She doesn't want him seeing us." Sam gestured for you to come in, so you did.

"Yeah, that's a good idea. I mean, he doesn't know you exist, so he can't hurt you. We're gonna pass him off some of our stuff, he'll leave. Least, that's how it's supposed to go, but last time he came in contact with our Alpha males, he killed two people, tried to get Rick to chop off Carl's arm, then he abducted Daryl. It's better he doesn't know you're here." You said, as Dean walked down the stairs.

"I don't see why we don't just go against the man, head-on."

"Because it's not just him. It's him and his Saviors and Negan seems to have prepared for every contingency. He's not just crazy, he's smart, too. Please, stay in."

"You gonna keep us company?" Dean asked as shouting from the gate drew your attention.

You looked out the window to see people running toward the gate. "No, I'm sorry. I can't. I... he has Daryl. Daryl's the one who brought me here, gave me the chance to be a damn person again. I have to know if he's okay."

Dean grabbed your hand as you reached for the door. "What if he kills you?"

You chuckled and grabbed the doorknob with your other hand. "Then you should've carpe'd last night. Stay in. I'll be fine." You rushed out the door without another word and ran for the crowd at the gate, pushing your way to the front.

Your stomach flipped to see him; black leather jacket, holding that barbed wire-decorated bat. 'Menacing' wasn't a strong enough word, but you couldn't think past your fear to a better one. "This can't be all of it, Rick."

"We... don't have more to give."

The bat came down on the ground next to where Rick was kneeling. "You're gonna give me twice this next week, understand? Or I start culling your herd 'til you can do your job without worrying about how many worthless mouths you gotta feed. Do you understand, asshole?"

Rick nodded, quickly, and Negan pointed the bat at two of his men, who rushed forward to grab Alexandria's offering. The nightmare man turned and started to walk out of the gate, so you pulled on every bit of your courage, screwed your eyes shut and called out, "What about Daryl?!"

Gasps went through the crowd and you had to force your eyes open and deal with your actions. Negan was walking toward you, a sickening grin on his face. "What about Daryl?" He stopped five feet away, holding the bat, menacingly.

"I-is h-he..." You couldn't control the shaking in your voice any more than you could the weakness in your legs. "Is he dead?" You pushed out.

"You wanna know if Daryl's okay? That's sweet. You know what, princess, 'cause you asked so nicely... you can come see for yourself. Take her." Negan turned to Rick as you were grabbed under each arm and dragged out the gate. "You've been holding out on me, Rick. You've got women; soft, curvy women who don't remind me of my old drill sergeant. Hard to find a bitch without hard edges in the world today, so I will consider that one the other half of your payment."

Negan's eyes fell on Michonne, who was staring after you in fear. "Oh, don't worry about her. I'll treat her like a fuckin' queen. Assuming she doesn't fight me, I won't even hurt the little cunt. Hell, she might even like it." He stood straight and walked out the gate, a happy bounce in his step.

[yuuki-kirkland-jones]

Just a little Shen angst in a kind of modern AU. This is a scene i wrote for a larger fanfic. Enjoy

It’s was almost midnight and the Jonian district was quiet and bare of anyone but two lonely figures walking down one of the best illuminated streets. One figure was that of a male close to his late forties, the other was a kid of no more than seventeen. Both seemed to have had the longest of days as the tiredness was clear even in the way of their walk.

The older one, named Kusho, was carrying a bag crossed by his shoulder and had a hand on the boy’s shoulder, the kid on the other hand had a backpack and was dressed on a high school uniform. Both walked silently side by side, only looking at each other from time to time but never saying anything until a voice coming from ahead caught their attention.

-hey! Oldman! - Said a guy on his middle twenties walking out of an alley followed by three other guys- you´re the one from the dojo aren’t you?-

-Father…- whispered the boy looking at the older man with confusion and nervousness, asking silently for guidance.

-I am afraid I do not own a dojo anymore- answered firmly Kusho while subtly putting himself between the gang and his son causing the later to look at him in surprise - I do not know you and have no interest in your affairs. Please, leave us alone-

-So fancy. Ha! but you see, Oldman, a buddy of mine has a few bones to pick with you- said the same guy mockingly and viciously - and seeing as he can’t do it himself for now we are making him a favor- all the guys smirked at the last comment and it only increased the anxiety building inside the youngest on the scene who now prepared himself for a fight.

-father, what should we…. - started asking the boy but was stopped dead when the sound of the safety of a gun being taken off reached his ears. He looked to the gang members and saw that two of them, one with a red beanie and the other wearing glasses, had taken out small guns and were aiming at them.

-If you scream, I shoot. If you try to run, I shoot. If you do anything stupid, I. SHOOT- said red beanie, who was apparently the leader.

-Shen, stay behind me- ordered his father but he didn’t heard it, he was petrified. He had never faced a gun before and the only time he even saw the aftermath of one was still burned inside his mind eye, taunting him every night.

-no playing hero, Oldman- said a guy with a kerchief hiding half of his face to then walk closer to them - now kid, come here if you don’t want dear daddy to end up full of holes-

Hearing this snapped Shen out of his dazzle and he was about to step forward when his father put his arm in front of him - let my boy out of this, he has nothing to do with anything- his father’s voice was cold as ice and his eyes, always calm, showed an edge he had never seen.

-aw~ we aren’t gonna hurt the runt. He is just to make sure you behave- said the last guy who was wearing a leather jacket- tho we might keep him after this- he said at the same time he licked his lips lustfully. Disgusted, Shen glared at the guy that had talked in what he hopped was a confident and calm look.

- now give us the kid and no one gets hurt… yet- said the one who had gone for Shen in the first place.

-You will not lay a hand on my son-

-Look asshole…- said the closest guy while grabbing Kusho by the collar of his shirt but that was as far as he got. Before he or any of his friends could notice the ex dojo master had swiftly taken him down with enough force to render him unconscious. Everything was silent for a while. The only sound heard was the breathing of the ones present and the far away sound of a t.v. program.

Shen could only look at his father awed, if he ever had felt unsure of his father’s love then now he could put the worry to rest. His father loved him, of that he had no more doubts. He loved him enough to protect him even tho Shen could protect himself if needed.

-That was it fucker! - yelled one of the young men before he aimed not at the father but the son. As in slow motion Shen could see glasses guy fire the gun and his father interposing between the bullet and him, pushing his son out of the way. He could feel his father’s arms holding him and, out of the corner of his eye, he could see a white figure with a weird black mask standing close by. It seemed to be looking at him but there was no time to think about it because time seemed to speed up to normal in that moment and both Shen and his father fell to the ground unmoving.

-Oh shit! You killed them!-

-We have to get out of here!-

-Get John and run!-

Shen could hear their attackers voices panicking but he didn’t cared, his father was on top of him, unmoving, and he could feel the blood coming out from somewhere on his chest.

-Dad…- he whispered feeling, for the first time in ages, like a lost and scared little child. Shen managed to crawl away from his father’s body and looked at him just to immediately regret it. Kusho’s clothes were stained in blood and his face was paler than normal, there was blood coming out of his mouth, his breathing was shallow and short and with every breath he could hear a wet sound coming from his chest -        dad… Please, don’t… - he didn’t notice the tears until there were so many he couldn’t see.

-Shen - the voice was no more than a raspy whisper but he would recognize it anywhere.

-Dad!- he exclaimed said relieved and took one of the man’s hands on both of his, afraid that if he did anything more he could hurt his father more -it’s ok dad! I’ll find help, you’ll be alright! - But before he could stand up a soft grip stopped him.

-Shen…I’m sorry son- said the man with great effort. His breathing grew harder and harder and he knew he wouldn’t make it -I should have… Been warmer to… you-

-What? Dad you…- both of them had tears in their eyes but neither shed even one; they just held their hands as tight as they could.

-I should have asked more about school… Should have… payed more attention- he had a small, sad, smile and his words let glimpse of a great remorse –…praised you more-

-Stop… Dad stop! - Shen’s voice broke and the tears he was holding fell from his eyes - you are amazing and were always looking out for me! After mom…after mom you were always there! Even when you didn’t knew how you were by my side… I love you and I know you always loved me- by the end of the rant he had his head on his father’s chest and his arms around him as gently as he could.

- I love you… Find happiness, find balance… - said Kusho with one lonely tear rolling through his cheek – and remember… I’m proud of you son - and with those last words the man’s eyes closed for the last time leaving the boy to grieve alone.

A few minutes later a voice interrupted the silence of the street -is he resisting? Should I hunt him? - A hoarse and cavernous voice said and it made Shen look up from his father’s body in fear just to see the white creature from before and a black ghostly one with a white mask.

-He departs in peace- said the white one getting closer to them, its voice was sweet and soothing yet, somehow, unnerving.

-NO! - Yelled Shen scared of the strange creatures but still holding onto his father strongly - get away from us-

- He can see us Lamb- said the black one, agitated and exited.

-and yet it’s not it’s time, still- responded the one called Lamb before reaching a hand to the boy’s head - hush now, rest ... Nothing will happen- and as if a spell was put on him his eyes started to close, the last thing he noticed before sleep took him was the police´s siren and a strange sensation of cold and warm and then nothing.

So... yep, that was it. Zed is still responsible (in a way) of the death of Shen's dad, Kindred is still the embodiment of death and Shen can see them because I liked that in the lore the eye of twilight has to deal with the spirit world so I kept it (sort of).

[doiefy]

YES those are the pants. and yeah i'm pretty sure one of my first messages you was about (half-jokingly) policing zee/zed and beanie/toque so i enjoy using our confused spelling conventions most of the time but y'know feels cool to be a freelance spy sometimes 😎 also my desk faces a window and i saw two canada geese fly past it today, that took me by surprise 😂 goddamn gooses - lube anon

aye doing us a service by spying on our southern neighbours 😎😎 but yeah the confused spelling/pronunciation conventions are a lot of fun djsjsks

the fact that i don’t remember the last time i saw a geese probably means i don’t go enough 💀

[ortonshortgaming]

The black Diamond Au Part..uhh 5?:Vacay Time.

After Becoming one With The Ice Gem,Del del Is Having A summer vacation With her mother and Brother..and some other’s. Del:Why do we have to go to the canyon’s! July:Because your sister Is Spending the week with your grandma,And Plus i had This trip planned for month’s,Now pack your bag’s! Zed:UGHHH Del would Run to her room and would see molly digging into her closet  Del:what are you doing molly?    Molly:uhh...i heard you were leaving and...well i-was going to sneak into the car.... Del:no its fine,Just be careful My mom Is In the living room’s watching k drama’s on very low volume. Elliot would fall from the roof Elliot:uh....dont ask... Cherry would Jump through the window Cherry:what ya doing

Del:im trying to pack Molly would throw a bag full of luggage Del:uh..thanks *she would grab her necklace and would put it on* July:DELIAH WERE LEAVING IN 5 MINUTES Del:you all wanna come right?

they would all nod Del:just turn into your..uhh normal gem form then they would all eventully poof Del would shove them all into her pocket and would race to the car July:alright let’s go! 2 hours of driving later. Del in her head:i feel something calling me...i dont know what it is... Zed would drag Del Out of the car and into The cabin. Del would run into a random room and would pour the gems on the floor Del:please please reform....*the room would start glowing and she would close her eyes Eliot:it’s so cramped.. Del would drag all of them into her room and elliot would go into the powder room Del:what is it Eliot? Eliot:..i.....i... 5 hours later Del:good night! Del:huh....oh hi thena Thena:alright...i want you to leave the cabin*del would sleepwalk outside the cabin Del:why do you keep Talking to me?...im just a normal human Thena:Alright,Now this will be like a game of Hot and cold,The Louder the Cry Gets the closer you are,when it’s extremly loud open your eye’s. Del:fine.... Del would walk around..and would eventully touch something..furry...feathery....claw like..and it would crawl up to her shoulder Del:Hello..little friend...um..im gonna call you dave for now...lets go Dave:HOOT Del would walk around..for some reason feeling warmer..and warmer...and eventully she would feel normal... del:wow..this feel’s STEEEP... Del would Eventully wake up..and would hear a extremly loud cry...of happiness Del would slowly open her eye’s and would see a Gem As blue As The winter Sky. ???:come closer....good...Open your heart..your mind...Let Us in...The past Live’s Of the gem...And You’ll be enchanted With A Heart of Snow.. del:what...Why did you choose me? ???:Your Family Had a Wonderful Past with gem’s,They Tought them to Forge,To Build...everything..until  Your Father...Was...| Del:yeah....I miss him*sniifs*... ???:dont cry..... *all the past lives would appear in the snow and would start Comforting Del and would Lead her to the gem. del:thank you....Alright...*she would touch the gem and her necklace would start glowing a Beatiful blue... Del would wake up in her bed...feeling..Freezing..but yet warm at the same time..her clothe’s had bit’s of snow on it.. Del:Yawn...that was a weird dream...*she would walk intot he bathroom and*AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Del:NO NO NO...MY BROWN HAIR.....ITS ALL...Its all..all..a frosty white....My mom would freak out if she saw this...*she would grab one her hair ties and it would freeze* del:ok so that was not a dream.... she would tie her hair up and would put a beanie on July:Honey how did you sleep? *her hair would start Spreading from her beanie and would shove it back into her beanie* Del:uh....Good...Just felt really cold.. July:Here’s your breakfest! Del:sorry..im good July:well have fun then.. *del would grab her phone and would Face time Her friend* Susie:Deliah! i havent seen you in ag- Del:SUSIE Something is wrong with me..my hair is wh- Susie would hang up Del:and that is why i dont facetime her. Suddenly...a owl Appeared in front of her.. Del:dave? Dave:hoot Del:nice to me-*del would touch dave and he would turn a frosty blue Dave:H-Hello- Del:AHHHH End of part 5