#i ain't working for free bitch

[sage-nebula]

Tangle has such good Cool Big Sis energy with Tails . . . like in a lot of ways she has similar drive and energy to Sonic (albeit maybe a little less responsible in some areas since she's new to adventuring and mostly just grew up living a normal life in a normal town), and so in that way it's easy to see how she and Tails could become really fast friends if they were ever given more time to work with each other. But even apart from that, we've already seen how she would look after him, too, because even if she lived in a normal life in a normal town and was never responsible for looking out for anyone else (she and Jewel are the same age I'm pretty sure), she still would if given the opportunity and we actually have that with Tails in canon.

Like I don't blame the characters for the bad writing in Forces because obviously they have no agency over how they were written, and Tails in particular was just butchered in that game, but . . . well, given that we see Tangle working with Tails and checking in on his emotional state right after the Metal Virus ended and Sonic went MIA, I feel pretty confident in saying that she wouldn't have just let him fuck off into the wilderness if he ever "lost it" during an apocalypse scenario. Like again, the fact that Amy and Knuckles did during Forces is just another example of bad writing in that game, but Amy isn't that much older than Tails and Knuckles is used to being a loner, so I could kind of give it a pass. But Tangle really stepped up here and checked in on Tails and didn't let him just brush her off, and she's just such a Cool Big Sis who, yes, will absolutely help him test fire new rocket launchers with no safety gear and 100% agrees that cookies are an acceptable breakfast, but also genuinely cares about his emotional well-being and will look out for that, too.

Also, they're cool tail buddies. What's not to love?

[vitiateoriginator]

Remembering the last time I started therapy again, where my new shrink talked to me for 20 minutes, barely let me get a word in before proclaiming I need to be on antidepressants, and then cut the session short

[rosepascal]

I'm a feminist obviously || Joel Miller x Reader

I'm a feminist obviously But I wouldn't really mind him savin' me And I know that I'm fine without a man But I think I would like his protection - Prison for Life (Olivia Rodrigo)

Warnings: protective!Joel, he calls you baby girl, reader gets attacked by an asshole guy. Mentions of a fight. Low key dark Joel because he ain't letting that slide. violence, blood, cursing.

a/n: I heard this on tik tok and it just SCREAMS Joel miller sooooo. A good protective Joel fic <3

The town of Jackson wasn't exactly fond of you and Joel. Let's just say the rumors that started when you first showed up have spread amongst the town members and well, no one cares that they're just rumors.

Safe to say that when you walk through the town center that you aren't just imagining people whispering and staring you down as you walk past them. The only thing you can do is roll your eyes and keep going.

Please, like everyone in this town is free of blood on their hands.

The small general store worker refuses to meet your eyes as you pay for your groceries.

"H-Have a nice day." He says timidly as you stare at him stone faced. At this point you don't even try to change any ones mind. Still at least this kid isn't shooting you a dirty look. You nod and head out the door.

"Is that the Miller's bitch I see." Just your luck. Out of the corner of your eye you see Elijah Davis. Resident Jackson asshole.

Though most people who had a distaste for you and Joel, they stayed out of your way. Elijah was different. He was stupid. See Elijah used to be the big man in Jackson. Self proclaimed best hunter, best shooter. A real tough guy. Always led patrols and that kind of thing really got to his head.

When Joel came around well, they may not like Joel but you can't deny his skills when it comes to survival. Joel brought home the biggest catch, he shot down the most clickers. He saved the most lives and Elijah turned bitter. He just couldn't give it up

"I'm talking to you."

"Fuck off." You hiss at him. You turn so fast he flinches and it makes you smile.

"Seriously, this shit is getting old. Go cry to someone who gives a fuck." On most days he was all bark and no bite but today was different. You feel a harsh tug on your arm as you're pulled into a small side alley. He jams his forearm into your neck and pushes you against a wall.

"I'm getting real sick of you. Acting tough when all you are is Joel millers toy. Bet you keep his bed real warm." He spits angrily. The pressure on your neck gets worse as black dots swarm your vision. You drop your bag and claw his eyes as hard as you can.

"Fuck!" He screams as he lets go of you. Land on your feet but the lack of air causes you to wobble.

"Eat shit." You kick him hard in the side and he tackles you to the ground.

The left side of your face erupts in pain as he punches you hard. He doesn't let up and you do your best to defend yourself the way you learned back in the QZ.

"Hey! What the hell is going on here?" Elijah freezes as he hears the voice of Tommy Miller. Though you've got a bust lip and blood spilling from your mouth you smile.

"You're screwed now." You knee him hard right in the balls and he topples over in pain. Before Tommy could pull you off him you get in one last kick to the jaw.

"That's enough, both of you." He gently pulls you back as someone else pulls Elijah up from the ground. He's still groaning in pain and man is that music to your ears.

"What happened?" Tommy asks as you wipe the blood away from your mouth.

"He attacked me, I defended myself." Though Tommy was Joel's brother he was also Maria's husband and Maria didn't like violence inside the walls of Jackson. She meant business. She even scared Joel a little. You bend down to pick up what's left of your groceries and stuff them in your pockets.

"Look, I know how it goes, I'll pay the fine or work extra hours blah blah, See you Sunday for dinner." Your face aches as you walk.

The only thing you want now is a warm bath and a nap. You don't hear Joel as you walk inside and for once that's a good thing. Ellie appears at the back door ready to show something when her face scrunches up.

"What the fuck happened to you?"

"What?!" You hear Joel's voice come from behind her and you sigh.

"Thanks Ellie." Joel storms in the house.

His eyes frantically looking around until they land on you. Particularly on your fucked up face. His eyes turn dark as he orders Ellie to go outside. She leaves but not before mouthing Good Luck to you. He's like predator the way he walks up to you. His mouth twitching as anger swirls in his eyes.

"Who did this to you?" He gently tips your head up. It scares you how calm he is right now.

"Joel he was just being-"

"He? It was Elijah wasn't it." He growled lowly.

Sighing you know you can't hide it from him forever. He clenches his jaw and leaves to go to the medicine cabinet. With a clean rag he wipes away the dried blood and patches you up as best he can. Unfortunately most of your injuries will just have to heal on its own.

"M'gonna go take a bath." You stretch your arms out and wince slightly as you tilt your neck. Joel clocks it immediately.

"You need anything baby girl?"

"No, I'm okay." He kisses the top of your head and waits for you to go upstairs.

Once he hears the water running he grabs his rifle and leaves. It's like the townspeople can see the steam coming out of his ears. Joel's got a murderous look on his face as he storms through the town.

"Joel!" He glances to see Tommy chasing after him but he doesn't stop. He goes right to the little town hall and storms into Maria's. She looks unamused as he slams the door open.

"Where is he?!" Joel slams his hands on her desk.

"Doctors, pretty beat up and still crying about it." She doesn't even need to ask, she knows why he's here.

"I'm gonna kill em."

"No you aren't."

"If you think-"

"Joel!" Maria stands and stares him down. He's angry, seething with rage at the thought of that punk little shit laying a hand on you.

"I know you're angry, so am I. He's to blame here and he will be punished to the full extent of the law." She says calmly.

"So what? He gets thrown in jail for a couple days? Has to do extra patrols? Give up dessert?"

"I know you're angry, but don't do anything you'll regret. I can't protect you from the law forever Joel." She can't lose Joel, he's a valuable member of the community and he's family.

He clenches his fists and nods his head. Tommy appears and walks out with him. Trying to talk him out of what ever plan he's got brewing in his head. He knows that Joel won't back down that easy.

"He hurt her, I warned him that if he ever touched her he was a dead man." Joel smirks as he passes the doctors. Outside is Elijah bandages all over his face and a scared look in his eyes when he sees Joel.

Count your days motherfucker.

Joel disappears for a week. Out on a supply run alone and god did it make you nervous. He kissed you sweet before he left. Promised he'd come back. His fingers traced your face. Trying to be as gentle as he can around the sore spots.

"I love you." He mumbles quietly, "You know I'd do anything for you." You hum and kiss him again.

"I know," You can handle yourself, you've proved that time and time again you know how to protect yourself.

But with Joel you don't always have to. Knowing he'd burn down anything in his path for you means the world. Because you'd do the same.

You see Elijah once or twice in town while Joel's gone. He's on double patrol duty before his trial. Then he just, disappears. At first you don't notice it but then you hear whispers around town. A patrol went out with 4 and came back with 3.

When Joel comes back you tell him. Elijah's trial was yesterday and he never showed. They went to his room and he wasn't there. All his things were but he wasn't.

He was just, gone.

A few days later Tommy comes knocking on your door.

"Joel here?" You nod and call Joel down.

"It's been a week and no one's found Elijah. So it seems his trial is postponed indefinitely."

"Okay, thanks for coming to tell us." You squeeze Joel's hand and he just stays quiet. Tommy looks at Joel and deep down all three of you know exactly what happened with Elijah. But there's no proof and Tommy isn't going to turn over his own brother.

"Dinner next week?" You ask and he nods.

"I'm sure Maria would love to catch up." When he leaves you turn to Joel.

"Joel...If they ever found out-"

"I don't care."

"I do!" Your voice raises for a second before you stop yourself from shouting.

"Joel I won't let you jeopardize anything for me."

"Well that's too damn bad." He gets up and walks over to you. He cups your face and stares at you with an intensity you've never seen before.

"Baby girl, he hurt you." Joel would risk it all for you. Death, prison, anything. He kisses you gently as to not hurt your still healing lip.

"Nobody messes with my girl."

In a world like this you need to be able to survive, to fight and to make the hard decisions. But sometimes it's exhausting. Constantly protecting yourself wears you down. You know you can but you don't mind the idea of being protected by someone else.

You know you should hate the violence, the fierceness of his actions and words. But you don't. How could you when he's all you ever wanted.

[redxriiot]

Sometimes I forget how much I love those sorta punk and spoiled school princess type ships msnfls

[splataii]

so uh @b1ueprinc3 made a post and i was inspired to make this drabble.

pervert manager dabi x male reader

cw: sub/bottom male reader, top/dom character, dacryphilia, degradation, minor exhibitionism, groping

anyway dabi first meets you an just thinks ur so fucking cute. he just loves your enegry and attitude, and becomes a lil too eager to train you, always being a lil touchy. hes down horrendous, always grabbing ur ass to congratulate you for a job well done at the end of the day or whatever.

insists he a “hands on learning” typa guy. always grabbing you by the waist so he can grind his obvious boner against your ass as he scoots behind you. always grabs u by the back of the neck, rubbing a thumb up its side as he leans over your shoulder to look at whatever work has you occupied. grabs you by the beltloop when youre passing him so he can spin you around and tell you about this “important work related thing” while he keeps his fingers pressed into your hips.

he already thinks you look pretty good in the assigned uniform, but one day, he has the genius idea to spill some water or something over you so you're forced to change into a top that's a couple sizes too small (which he insists is the only available uniform, yes it's mandatory, no you can't go home and change).

he promises it was an accident, and that he’ll wash it for you (despite the fact you insist you can clean it yourself) but instead spends his time dropping random shit on the ground so he can see your pants strain against ur ass and the way your shirt rides up your back.

the liar also takes your old shirt to the backroom to fist his cock with, pretending it's ur fucked out face he's cumming on. you ain't never getting that shit back

speaking of jerking off, this bitch does it all the time. specifically does it when youre getting off break and heading to the break rooms, so you can hear the sound of him shamelessly moaning your name as he finishes to another one of his gross fantasies of you laying spread out for him in his bed. he exits the stall and smiles when he sees your face like its no big. always makes sure to give ur ass a nice slap and some half assed “work hard” crap before he leaves you totally embarrassed.

nyway he also a bit overprotective, never stepping more than a couple feet away from you while you're working with a customer, and even other coworkers. he knows people know how cute you are. why would he leave his sweet boy to deal with those random mofos? he just stands behind you glaring when he feels someone is getting too close. you get a little confused, when they eventually leave, terrified, but he's always there to comfort you. your ass is his, you don't need no one else baby<3

he can have a bit of a mean streak sometimes tho, stretching you thin. whenever you (expectedly) fail to meet his impossible deadlines, he’s teasing you. talking about what a dumb little boy you are. he could probably fire you, if he wanted to. but he wont. if you could do this one little thing for him.. he pulls you into an old storage closet, freeing his cock from the confines of his pants so he can slap it on your face and spread his pre all over your cheek and nose. he can't help it, you just look a lot cuter this way. besides, he knows you can take it. dumb little boys like you are only made for one thing. since you're such a bad employee, show him what a damn good whore you are.

dabi claims he's only mean cause he cares. boys like you need to be taught a lesson so no one can take advantage of you. but sometimes, he plays like he's gonna make you answer calls while hes spearing you on his dick, just so he can see your pretty tears as you shake ur head no.

once again, he can have complete one eighty's, giving you all these bonuses and gifts at work saying “you deserve it” and all that shit, but everybody at work knows the reason you get all this special treatment is cause he slutting you out behind closed doors.

at the end of the day, you’re really just dabi’s personal whore. and everyone knows it.

[wontontrap]

【 Gator Tillman

【 18+++

【 graphic smut ahead | shameless pwp

【 mean!Gator, perv!Gator, misogynist!Gator

【 tw: rough smut, intimidation, gun play, degradation, name calling, unprotected sex, cream pie, public sex, spitting lite, spanking lite, abuse of power, misogyny if you squint

Your break had long ended as you found yourself behind the diner. Your chest was pressed against the brick of the building, top pulled down and sensitive nipples scraping against it. Gator had your jeans and panties around your knees, your hands cuffed and resting in the dip of your lower back. He forced your neck into an unnatural position, both hands covering your mouth as he bullied his cock into you from behind while in full uniform. The things he whispered to you made you weak and wanton.

"Nasty bitch," he growls, "lettin' me pound your shit raw."

You twist your wrists inside the cold metal.

"God, I wanna hear you cry," he whispers, hot breath on your neck.

He removes his hands and you press your cheek against the cold brick. He grips your hips never changing his pace. You let out a frantic gasp, punctuating it with a broken sob that bleeds into a lustful moan.

"You want my cum in you? Whore."

"Please Gator," you whine.

"You sure? Ain't nobody else gonna want this rancid alley pussy after Gator's been in it."

He laughs.

"Please, please, please," you repeat like a prayer.

The door to the kitchen opens and you hear your name shouted. Gator doesn't stop his thrusts.

"What in the fuck are you doing?"

You hear a booming voice. Some new manager whose name you'd neglected to learn steps to you both.

Gator pulls his gun from his thigh holster, pointing it square at the man's forehead. He stills, staying inside you, a gentle hand on the back of your neck. It feels protective and you silently swoon.

"I think I'm minding my own goddamn business," he says in a commanding officer's tone.

"She's got tables," the man replies, unfazed by the gun.

Gator chambers a round and the sound makes you flutter around him. He stands his ground though you feel him twitch inside you. The man puts his hands up.

"Alright, alright," he says, quickly retreating back inside.

Gator laughs as he leans into you. You don't hear him holster the gun again. You feel the cold metal caress your cheek and you shiver.

"Somethin' wrong with you," he remarks, tapping your cheek with the barrel. He ghosts the tip of the gun across your face, dragging your bottom lip down with it, "might keep you."

You hear him holster it and start to squirm, wishing he'd move again.

"Greedy cunt," he snaps, smacking the swell of your ass hard.

He pulls out and you writhe around once more. He steps on your bottoms, forcing them the rest of the way down. He pulls you by the cuffs and you fall to your knees in front of him, legs weak.

"You need taught a few things," he says, shoving your face onto the cold ground.

You raise your ass for him and you hear him chuckle. He crouches down behind you with one knee on the ground, grabbing your hips and violently thrusting into you. He impales you on his thick shaft until you're creaming on it, babbling and drooling onto the pavement. Not long after, he cums hard inside of you just like you wanted. He pulls out of you without care, letting you fall to your side. You're grinning wide and giggling softly. He can't help but smile back as he crouches down again to grab you by your poor excuse for a top, tits still spilling free.

"Open," he orders.

You oblige and he spits into your mouth.

"Trash," he sneers, dropping you.

He rolls you over and removes his cuffs, hooking them nicely back onto his belt. You lie there ruined and exposed.

"You heard the man," he says, "get back to work."

[callmerainman]

Oh my gosh! You should make an Adam x reader playlist on like what you think the vibes and aesthetic of the relationship would be like!!

BEING IN LOVE WITH ADAM | A PLAYLIST

"but it's not forever, it's just tonight. oh, we're still the greatest"

Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon fits Adam's rock vibe, first of all. I see him performing it at his shows, and thinking about Reader in the process, it's just passionate in every way possible.

"just to cure it 'cause I can't ignore it if it's love"

Adam is definitely bad at feelings. Has a hard time understanding when he's in love, and when he does it really feels "accidental". Also, Adam gives romantic 2000s rock love songs vibes.

"honey, we can see right through you. girl, you can't conceal it. we know how you feel and who you're thinking of"

This all time classic goes for Reader, who I can picture struggling to accept that they're falling in love with Adam (I mean, it's Adam). But they're having it bad, so they come to terms with it (but won't say it).

"where can I find a woman like that?"

Watch Adam writing a whole-ass song if he ever were to fall in love with Reader and they're taken. Performing it a show and looking at them in the eyes and everything. He can't help it, he wants them to be his.

"some things just make sense and one of those is you and I"

Still into You just fits the vibe, just over the top love rock song that would go well with a possible Adam love story perfectly imho. Maybe after a break up.

"oh I, I just died in your arms tonight, it must have been something you said"

Would comedically work as either Adam or Reader suddenly realize that they're in love in a very specific moment. Reader being vulgar or violent? This song starts playing as Adam goes all wide-eyed looking at them as his cheeks get red. Adam playing the electric guitar? Reader goes full Lego Batman GIF looking at him.

"Don't go breaking my heart"

"I won't go breaking your heart!"

Throw this song in Hazbin Hotel as a duet between Adam and Reader where they profess their love for each other as soon as they realize it.

"(s)he ain't got no money, her/his clothes are kinda funny, her/his hair is kinda wild and free"

I see this more applied to Adam. Because people will ask Reader WHY Adam, and he's just that guy. Can work the other way around if Reader is particularly unique.

"one good girl is worth a thousand bitches"

Adam, in my opinion, is capable of serious relationships even if he's kinda hinted to be a fuck boy. He definitely has many flaws in relationships but he would be willing to work on them. Also, I headcanon him to listen to Kanye even if he's a rockstar lmao.

"the soul you bring to the table, the one that makes me sing in a minor key"

I'll finish this on a tender note. Adam and Reader come full circle about how much they love each other, they accept it, they know. And love changes both of them, both their souls. It can be that deep, even if it's Adam we're talking about. Reader makes his soul sing, and Adam theirs.

[storydays]

Dad Beat Dad P2

(3rd POV)

*With the tour*

"So, once we have proof that redemption is possible, this whole hotel will be full of demons wanting to check out into Heaven. We just need a little more time to prove it." Charlie rambled to her father, "The sharing circles haven't been working as fast as I hoped..." 

" 'Ey, Boss? Can I have a word?" Husk whispered to Alastor. The Radio Demon watched as the tour continued, before turning to the cat demon with a raised eyebrow. "What is it?" He asked, turning the radio effect off on his voice. 

"You and I both know Mimzy only shows up when she needs somethin'." Husk's wings ruffled slightly showing his irritation. "That bitch is trouble, and who knows what kinda demon she fucked with to come running to you this time?"

"It's nothing I can't handle. Don't worry, Husker. Who in their right mind would cross me?" Alastor said smugly. "I mean...you've been gone a while and it's not like anybody knows why." Husk raised an eyebrow.  "They don't need to know. And don't worry your fuzzy little head about it." mocked Alastor as he rubbed one of Husk's ears. 

The cat demon shoved his hand away, and growled, "You may own my soul, but I ain't your fucking pet!"  "Hmhm! But you are! Haha!" Alastor giggled, walking away. 

"Big talk for someone who's also on a leash/" muttered the bartender.  Static filled the hallway as the lights flickered, Alastor stopping in his walk before side eyeing Husk. "Aha, what did you say?" he demanded, eyes now radio dials. 

"Oh, fuck!" groaned Husk as a green chain formed around his neck before pulling him to the ground. "Nothing, I um--" Alastor pulled on the chain, making the cat choke. "If you ever say that again," the deer started, playing with the chain in his hands, "I will tear your soul apart and broadcast your screams," He briefly grew to a bigger size, towering over Husk, "For every other disrespectful wretch who dares to question me."

"Understood." Husk muttered, trembling in fear. "Lovely. Good talk, my good man. Always nice to catch up." Alastor chuckled, jaunty music playing. 

*Back with the tour again*

"And we've almost been able to find all of Angel's drug stashes." Vaggie looked to the side as she added, "Almost." The three had now made their way to one of the balconies, to talk more privately. Vaggie leaned against the railing as Charlie took over. 

"Soo, once that's out of the way, it should be much smoother sailing." Charlie chimed in. "Well, that certainly is, uh...is-is something." Lucifer commented. 

"So..What do you think?" the princess asked hopefully. "About what?" The king asked lazily.

"The hotel." Charlie replied, slightly desperate. 

"Oh yes, it does....it does look much better now, doesn't it?" Lucifer sweatdropped nervously, looking for an excuse, before messing with the railing in front of him. "Ya know, but I'm thinking this railing needs work, one good push and you'd just go right over the edge. Whoopie, bye-bye." 

Charlie blinked at her father's weirdness. "What? No, no, the plan, Dad!" 

The princess was so frustrated, she didn't seen the forlorn look on her father's face. "What do you think about using the hotel to help sinners?" she asked. 

"Ahh..." he sighed before turning to look Charlie in the face. "Alright, I mean, look, I love that you want to see the best in people, but these sinners..." He made a face, "You know, they're just the worst. I-I don't know how much you can realistically expect from them in Heaven. Hohoo boy, Heaven is not exactly carefree as you might think." The king draped himself over the railing at the thought of his old home, before standing straight. 

"Yeah, they have rules. Lots of rules. And they aren't very open minded as you'd hope." 

Vaggie looked away, as Charlie tried again, "These are our people, Dad. I...I have to try." 

" 'Our people, Charlie, are awful! They got gifted free will and look what they did with it! Everything's terrible." exclaimed Lucifer, gesturing towards the city. "I just don't want you to put yourself on the line for people like---"

A loud thud shook the hotel, making the three grip onto the railings.  "Geez! What now?" Vaggie groaned. "Well, like that." Lucifer gestured to the shark demon gang outside the hotel, holding a battering ram.

"Mimzy! We know you're in there you lousy bitch." 

*In the main foyer*

"Oh shit." whimpered Mimzy, ignoring the looks (Y/N) and Angel sent her. Lucifer opened a portal, allowing him and the women to run down quickly. 

"Que carajo?!" cursed Vaggie, the royals running out of the portal after her. "What's going on?" Charlie questioned.

"I maaaaaaay be in trouble with some loan shark's, I may or may not have borrowed fifty grand from--eep!" The flapped squeaked and hid behind the bar, before peeking out and flinching at the looks she was getting. "You better come out!" called one of the sharks. 

"And I may have also stolen a car..and crashed it...into the loan shark's girlfriend. But that bitch had it coming!" She growled, just as fireballs were thrown into the hotel breaking the windows, much to Niffty's horror. 

"My windows!" she shrieked.  "Ah! We're under seige! Ah! Take cover!" cried Pentious. "Look out!" Vaggie cried, dodging another. "What the fuck?!" Angel yelled, picking Niffty up from being hit. 

(Y/N) growled and used his wings fly up to the windows before using his magic to close the them before grunting when a spear was thrown at him, slicing his cheek. "Fuck!" He hissed before flying outside, hands glowing with magic. "That was a lucky shot, bitch! Now I'm going to fuck you up!" He laughed manically.

Charlie looked at her father as he smirked, "Ya see, this is exaaaactly what I'm talking about Charlie. You build something nice, you invite people in and offer them everything, and they just bring violence and chaos to your doorstep. It doesn't matter how well intentioned  you are, they're always going to disappoint you." 

Niffty giggled as she scooped up glass before being picked up by Pentious, "Niffty, come along!" "All of you, get a safe distance!" Vaggie called, angelic spear in her hand.  "I'll take care of this." she raised her spear, ready to join the manically laughing prince. 

"No, my dear, leave it to me. It's time I remind everyone why I am here." Alastor grinned, radio dials for eyes and a dangerous tone in his voice. 

"Oh, finally! Took ya long enought!" Mimzy snapped from behind the bar. "A reminder to all," Alastor called, the hotel glowing green, as tentacles came out from his back. "Not to mess with the Radio Demon!" his evil laugh echoed in the air as he climbed out of the hotel in his demon form.

His tentacles started to kill the shark demons, making (Y/N) grin. "Yes! Let's fuck shit up, Alastor!" He cackled, drawing his angelic sword before flying down to continue his attack. "I will devour each and every one of you!" Alastor exclaimed, gladly catching and eating a demon that the prince had thrown his way. 

*Back with Charlie*

"Mhm, ya see?" Lucifer hummed, wincing at his son's sadistic side. "What I tell ya? Charlie, sinners are violent psychopaths, hell bent on causing as much pain and destruction as they can. There's really no point in trying." he chuckled before the princess snapped. 

"Dad, stop! They're defending this hotel! It may be a little more.....sadistic than I'd hope." Charlie cringed at the two demon's actions. "But they're doing it for me! How come they can have faith in me, but my own father can't?" She sobbed, making Lucifer look down. 

"Ooh, drama." Angel grinned, taking some popcorn from behind the table, Husk taking some as well.

*Outside*

"Oh, I missed getting to let off steam." Alastor shrunk to his normal size, smiling as (Y/N) landed next to him, putting his sword away, and snapped his fingers and he was all cleaned up,and the cut on his cheek as now healed. "Huh, we'll have to team up more often, Alastor." "Indeed, prince (Y/N)."

(Y/N)'s smile dropped as Mimzy came out. "Oh Alastor! Princey! What a fantastic show! Bravo!" Mimzy clapped her hands, posing. "Thanks for helpin' lil' old me outta a tough spit, you're always such a pal." She flinched as rumble fell nearby. 

"Oops." She shrugged, as (Y/N) crossed his arms, glare on his face. "Heheheh, sorry about the mess. But I'm sure the lil' bug can take care of it for ya." "I think you should go Mimzy. Now." Alastor demanded. 

"Oh, pfft, Alastor, you're such a kidder you! Haha, you are so funny. " laughed the flapper demoness.

"I mean it. You deliberately brought danger to this place just to have me clean up your mess." The deer glared at Mimzy, "I can't have that here."

"But you love takin' care a' me! What? You don't actually give a shit about this tacky place, do ya? Come on. I know you. You heartless son of a bitch." Mimzy giggled, poking Alastor's chest. 

"Okay, I had enough." (Y/N) interrupted, hands on his hips, "You can stay here if you want to actually try and redeem yourself, but we can all see that's not you aren't willing to change your ways, so get out of here." The prince stood at his full height, glaring down at the demoness. 

Mimzy looked curiously at Alastor, waiting for him to deny what the prince was saying. 

Alastor merely blinked. "Fine! Who needs ya? Have fun with ya lil' royals and ya lil' hotel. See if I care." Mimzy flicked the men off before leaving. 

"Ugh, finally. Thought that bitch would never leave." (Y/N) rolled his eyes before turning to walk over to the damaged hotel entrance, watching his father and sister with a thoughtful look. 

"This is getting really good." Angel smirked, as he and Husk continued to smack on popcorn, Pentious rolling his eyes at the two.

"Dad..just..help me." pleaded Charlie. 

"I...I can't." the king replied, facing away from her. 

"Why can't you?" pressed the blond princess.

(Y/N) smiled softly from where he and Vaggie were standing near the door as his father and sister finally talked about their feelings.

"Okay," Lucifer relented, "I can get you the meeting, but once you're in Heaven, I won't be able to go with you. Will you be okay?" He asked, looking into Charlie's eyes, waiting for her to answer. "I'll be fine." She promised. 

"That's my girl."

Lucifer held a hand out for (Y/N) to come and join them. The prince took his hand and smiled when the King cupped his son's cheek, looking at Angel briefly before turning to his son's mismatched eyes. 

"Eisai eftychismenos gie mou (Are you happy, son?)"  He asked. "Eimai, bampa. Me kanei...pio dynato. (I am, Dad. He makes me...stronger.) Ton agapo. (I love him.)" (Y/N) replied softly, pushing against his father's hand,just like he did when he was a little boy. Lucifer's eyes widen slightly before he smiled softly, "Kalos. (Good)." 

He took a step back, smiling proudly at his children. "Good luck, kiddos." With that, he teleported away. 

(Y/N) wiped a tear away, smiling up at Angel Dust as he came over and pulled the prince into his side, with a soft smile.

"This next part is going to be scary..." Vaggie sighed, rubbing a hand over her neck as she approached Charlie. "Are you ready?" 

"I am ready." Charlie pulled her girlfriend into a hug. " 'Cause you and (Y/N) will be with me." "In spirit, right?" Vaggie asked, still hugging the princess. 

"In Heaven." confirmed Charlie confidently.  "Yay!" Vaggie replied dryly.

*With (Y/N)*

The prince and the spider were hanging on (Y/N)'s balcony, each sitting in their respective spots, (Y/N) playing with his magic in his hands. 

*Timeskip*

The couple was sitting on top of one of the highest buildings in Pride ring, holding each other as they watched the lights below. "Mia cara...." (Y/N) started, fidgeting slightly with Angel's fingers. Angel hummed in acknowledgment, running a hand through (Y/N)'s hair. 

"We've been together for a while, a-and w-well, I um..uhh..." Angel looked down at the prince questioningly as he stuttered. 

"It's okay, amore. Take ya time." He soothed, (Y/N) sighing softly before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a tiny box.

Angel looked at the box in confusion. "Bambino..." 

"I-I know it's too early to get married, but this love that we share, I haven't felt since Archer," (Y/N) continued to play with the spider's fingers, ignoring Angel's soft gasp at the mention of his last lover. 

"This is a engagement ring, and I will wait for you. And I want to protect you, and keep you smiling because you are such a beautiful soul who deserves everything and I--" Angel pressed a kiss to the rambling prince's lips. "I will happily marry you." He whispered, holding (Y/N) close as their foreheads pressed together. "Whenever you are ready, amore mio." Angel chuckled to himself at the flustered look on (Y/N)'s face, before kissing the blond demon, turning it into a heavy make out session.

"Angel..." moaned (Y/N), gripping onto the spider's shoulders. "Mm, let's go to your room, and let me make those wings flap." Angel giggled.

*End!*

Tbh, I'm not too sure about this chapter, might do a rewrite. Let me know your thoughts!

[homochadensistm]

I can't even begin to describe how I feel when I see racist rhetoric like this come out of the mouths of these cutesy-UwU ass anime accounts. The fucking tonal (or visual?) whiplash that I get here is just INSANE. I swear to God Hitler would be proud of these idiots. Literally doing his work for him & they don't even see it cause they're so fucking blinded by hatred.

I'm so tired of it all. I'm not even Israeli/Jewish, it's just really fucking disheartening to see how many n*ggas are SO willing to jump onto the Israeli/Jewish hate train & start dehumanizing people because of the actions of a crappy government + propaganda from literal terrorists! Like??? This shit REEKS. "Good Israelis"?!?! This is the kind of shit you'd find at a Ku Klu Klan meeting or something. Replace the "Israelis" with ANY other race & this bitch would get her ass dragged to hell & back until she deactivated, but I guess it's 100% okay because the people she's talking about are Israelis™ & therefore that automatically gives her a free license to be as racist & bigoted as she fucking wants! Because Israeli = BAD & therefore anything that we say about them is deserved!

I'm not even going to talk about that last person much because I know DAMN WELL whatever the fuck I say about their useless ass ain't going to be any kinder than what I said about that other person so imma just call them a fucking moron & leave it at that.

They're both the same fucking idiot at the end of the day anyways - an empty-headed, room-temperature IQ cunt who has 0 understanding of the damage they do by parroting this nonsense.

(My apologizes in advance for this long-ass rant, i didn't expect this to get so long.)

[nocturnest]

Omg I’m so glad you love Jonathan Crane too😭🙇‍♀️ I’m at home sick and I keep thinking about how if Jonathan was just minding his business, walking home when he sees this guy bothering a girl, like the guy is her ex and she’s telling him to leave her alone but he has hold of her wrist and won’t let go, and Jonathan just casually walks up, says a very Jonathan-like snarky (with a threatening undertone) and the guy is not the least bit threatened (not realizing who this man is) until Jonathan sprays his fear gas on him🫣 and Y/n just nervously squeals out, “Uh-I-uh thank you! What… What did you do to him??” And he just winks at her and starts to walk away🫣

@kpopgirlbtssvt I had a blast writing this - thank you for the wonderfully creative request! Feel free to send as many as you'd like for Jonathan - I LOVE HIM! Please enjoy!

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Saving You

Jonathan Crane strolled through the streets of Gotham after a typical, mundane, and absolutely ordinary day of work at Arkham Asylum. His mind was on his patients, yes, but more importantly on the typical musings regarding the intricacies of fear and potential applications of his newest fear toxin. Lost in his thoughts, Jonathan nearly missed the commotion ahead.

There you were, accosted by a rugged man whose grip on you is far too tight and clearly not desired. You back into a wall in disgust, and, while you tried to maintain calm, a sense of fear trickled through your façade.

It was just your luck. Your mother had warned you about the dangers of living in a city like Gotham. Speaking of luck, how gracious it was for fate to bestow upon you the unwanted presence of your ex in the darkness of the streets on such a night.

Now, if Jonathan weren't so concerned for someone as pretty as you to be handled in such a way, he would take pleasure, and pride even, in being able to make you feel so afraid. But not like this. No, this wouldn't do one bit.

Jonathan was many things - some may even call him an evil man, but he was raised knowing how to properly treat a woman and this was not it.

The ogre of a man with his hands on you growls, "Just listen to me, you stupid bitch. I just want to talk."

"It seems like you want to do much more than talk," you retort, grimacing as you feel his breath on your face.

Jonathan couldn't stand idly by, not when a scene like this unfolded before him. The primal instinct to protect you stirred within him, mingling with the ever-present curiosity about human reactions to fear. He approached with measured steps, his presence unnoticed until he stood between you and your aggressor.

Your ex's attention shifted to Jonathan, his demeanor morphing from aggression to mockery.

"Back off, buddy," he sneered, tightening his grip on your wrist. "This ain't none of your business."

Jonathan offered a thin-lipped smile, his voice smooth but with an underlying edge. "On the contrary, buddy," he replied, his gaze cold as he assessed the situation. "It seems I've stumbled upon quite the predicament."

Jonathan's eyes met yours inquisitively. You mouth a please back at him. Your ex is too riled up to notice the exchange.

The man scoffed, dismissing Jonathan's words with a wave of his hand, "What's a measly twig like you going to do, huh? Get lost!"

What your ex failed to notice was the canister Jonathan held in his hand at the ready, its contents unknown to you.

And so, before you knew it, this stranger of a man sprayed your horrid ex with some kind of chemical. Recognition dawned in your ex's eyes, too late to escape the impending terror.

You reeled back against the wall and crumbled to the ground as your ex's screams made their way into your ears. A small part of you thought he probably deserved it.

Your ex made his departure, seemingly off his fucking rocker, his screams echoing in the distance far off down the street. You closed your eyes with anticipation, breathing deep breaths and doing what you could to calm yourself.

Jonathan knelt down in front of you, pale yet beautiful eyes glittering under the streetlights, "Are you alright, my dear?"

Your eyes fluttered open and you gazed back at him thankfully in response, "Um - yeah. Thank you, I suppose. W-What exactly did you do to him?"

Jonathan's expression softened, a hint of amusement playing on his lips as he met your gaze.

"Merely a temporary remedy to his insolence," he responded cryptically, his tone laced with a subtle edge. "Consider it a gift from a concerned observer."

You nodded, still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions coursing through you. This beautiful stranger had saved you, and you hardly knew him.

"Well, I appreciate your... concern," you managed to say, offering him a weak smile.

Jonathan rose to his feet gracefully, his demeanor once again composed and enigmatic. "Think nothing of it," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of mystery. "But do be cautious in the future. Gotham can be a treacherous place, especially for those as... captivating as yourself."

With that, Jonathan nodded curtly and began to walk away, his silhouette fading into the shadows of the night. You watched him go, a mixture of gratitude and curiosity swirling within you.

As you picked yourself up from the ground, you couldn't help but wonder about the stranger who came to your rescue. Who was he, really? And what secrets lay hidden behind those piercing eyes? Part of you was ready to ask him for his name or for his comforting presence as you walked home.

But for now, you pushed those thoughts aside, grateful for the unexpected intervention that spared you from further harm. And as you continued on your way home, you couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps, just perhaps, Gotham's shadows held more than just darkness—they held the promise of enigmatic saviors with entrancing blue eyes.

~

@kiss-me-cill-me Thought you might enjoy reading this!

[dotster001]

Twisted Earth Part Five

Summary: Diasomnia/staff x gn!reader You are the game. They are real. Malleus Here Crewel and Crowley here

A/N: just realized I never cropped Silver's picture, but I'm tired so I'm leaving it for now.

Part One Two Three Four Six

Found out about the game when he was playing an open world rpg with his gamer buddies, and one of them was talking about how HOT the characters were, and the other was talking about how the most recent arc made him legit cry, and he like, never cries bro, for real for real! So naturally, to keep up with the cool kids, he downloaded the game after he logged off for the night.

He's fascinated by who you are, the way you live, your personality…it's so exciting for him! That's why you're his favorite. He likes interesting things and by golly, you're entertaining!

He wants to prank you so bad. He knows he would get great reactions from you, if he flipped himself upside down and appeared out of nowhere. He is also CERTAIN that you would appreciate all the love and care he puts into his cooking. He imagines pressing a spoonful of food(?) To your lips and you taking a bite, smiling at him with your gorgeous smile. And maybe glitter starts raining down from the sky and you profess your love for him and how you fell in love with him for his cooking. (In your fucking dreams Lilia)

He has a couple of your cards, but even though you're his favorite, he isn't too picky about who he has. He just wants the most powerful deck to demolish his enemies and brag to his gamer friends. Sorry, love, he's a general first and foremost.

He ranted for three hours about how stupid and a waste of time playing video games is to the first years, then Malleus came in to show off his new card, and the app just appeared on his phone as he vibrated at a high frequency over the fact that Malleus shared his joy with him.

He picked you as his favorite because he is certain, despite your humanity and magiclessness,  you would be the best person to help him defend Malleus. (He tells himself that, but really it's just an excuse to simp over you without looking like a simp)

He likes to think about showing off to you if you were real. You'd appreciate his strength, his survival skills, his adoration and dedication to his Lord. You'd be his perfect partner! He likes to imagine felling a large opponent, and then having you rush into his arms, dabbing his sweaty forehead with a towel, as you praise him.

Cards? Huh? He isn't super good about how the game actually works. He gets the story elements, but he doesn't get the battles. He doesn't even know you have cards. It's a miracle that he's ever progressed in the story.

He downloaded it because his dad recommended it. Lilia had been going on and on about it, and he just gave in and downloaded it. He played it everyday for a week, and then forgot all about it.

But his subconscious never forgot you. He'll see you in his dreams. Maybe he's napping in your lap and you're stroking his hair. Maybe you're making flower crowns in a meadow together. It's always something peaceful that makes his angst over his sleeping condition a little less.

He's very confused. Sure, he loves the person in his dreams, but he has no idea where you came from. Maybe someday he'll see you flash across Lilia's phone screen and he'll remember the game.

He thinks video games are a waste of time.

He's also that fucking professor that even though you are adults and he really can't do anything about it, he pauses the entire fucking lecture if he hears one person talking or sees one person on their phone. Like bitch, this ain't high school. It's their own fucking fault if they aren't paying attention. Let them fail. Keep the lecture moving.

Sorry Vargas simps. Video games don't build muscles. He only does squats in his free time, and nothing else.

His "friends" told him about how popular it was growing. So he downloaded the game to see if there was anything he should put in stock. Then the fish Mafia came to him about a partnership, where they would make merch, and he would have it in the back for sale, both online and for those in the know. How could he say no to a deal like that?

You're clever with a hint of mischief. He loves it. You'd be his number two, his partner in "crime". He can feel it. He also knows you'd be impressed by his magical abilities. He could show off to you with the simplest of tricks, and then you'd both extort a rich business man. Ah. True love.

He has three of your cards, but he one hundred percent is hoarding all his materials for when you get a truly marvelous SSR card. He's pretty much guaranteed to get it with how much he has saved up.

....

Tag list- @shytastemakerthing

[vash-yuu]

— touch grass, bitch —

[[ Warning: swearing, lyney almost getting his ass beaten, might be ooc, nothin' else just fluff and crack ]]

Thank you @ivoryghostyy for proofreading :]]

"After being away from the sunlight for so long, even the terrifying depths of the sea begin to feel like home." he says; randomly, from beside you. He was finishing up his paperwork for the day. After all, being the duke of Meropide had its pros and cons.

One of said pros being your title as a duke, granting you access to a copious amount of power. Not to mention your wealth—you were literally filthy fucking rich.

And the cons? Well, for one, you don't touch grass. Ain't any better than those Akademiya folk, but hey, at least you're hot.

Moving on to the current situation,

You were completely done with your significant other's bullshit.

That being said, you take matters into your own hands, dragging his ass up to the main city of Fontaine in hopes of introducing him to some of your friends. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?

Wrong.

When you first proposed the idea, he immediately shut it down. Apparently, he had a lot of work to do and couldn't be bothered to go back there. So you decide to go with plan B.

"for fuck's sake, LyNEY. PLEASE.HELP. ME."

…and that plan B was to get your friend, Lyney, to take pictures with you in hopes of getting your loving, always bruised up boyfriend, Wriothesley, to touch grass.

Lyney sighs deeply, knowing of your idiotic tendencies, and deciding to step up so you'd stop making a fool of yourself. You practically begging on your knees-

After your lil' photoshoot with Lyney (bless his soul), you had one of the guards send it off to Wriothesley under the guise of "important business" from Neuvillette.

Needless to say, Wriothesley was furious. (Who dares to mess with the alpha's mate!?) Why were you hugging him so intimately? Why did your smile look different from the ones you sent his way? He—quite childishly, might i add—stomped all the way from his office to the Fountain of Lucine. There you sat, laughing with Lyney, discussing the possible stages of grief your boyfriend might have just gone through.

In all his glory, the duke of Meropide, among his other titles, was making his way to you; looking like he was about to beat the ever living fuck out of the magician.

..Oh shit, he almost did.

Before it escalated, you quickly explained the gist of the situation. No, none of it was real. Yes, you only did it to get his fine ass out of the confines of his office. Simply, he countered:

"You could have just asked, y'know?"

This bitch-

Ahem. It seems that he's already forgotten the fact that you did ask; failing miserably in the process. How long ago was it? hm, oh yes, just a few moments before you decided to ask Lyney, of all people, for help.

Speaking of the magician, he's already taken the chance to escape. I mean, considering how his friend's idiotic prank almost caused him a horrible death, why wouldn't he?

With no other option than to stay with you, Wriothesley let his jealousy subside. He found his place beside you, watching the setting sun from atop the hill you found yourselves on; a picnic, if you will.

After a long moment of silence, he spoke.

"..Thanks." You turn to look at him.

"Y'know, for gettin' me out of that place. I never realized how homesick I actually was after gettin' used to the dark 'n gloomy walls of Meropide.."

He held a small smile, a rare act; a scene only you can witness. In the spur of the moment, you move subconsciously, placing your lips against his. 'It tastes like black coffee,' you note to yourself, recalling all the all-nighters he'd pull just to finish his work. Bitter, yet addicting.

Maybe one day, he'll be free of the seemingly endless stacks of paperwork on his desk. Maybe, just maybe, he'll find the time to surprise you; dropping on one knee and asking you to spend the rest of your life with him.

You look forward to that day.

Bonus:

"Hah! Just in time!" You heard a voice exclaim.

Quickly pulling away from each other, the two of you turn to the culprit.

"..Lyney. Was it necessary for you to follow us?" You question, glancing at your boyfriend who looks about ready to maul the magician to death.

A death he should've brought upon sooner.

"Oh, Would you look at the time! I'd best be going.."

"Wrio," you turn to your lover.

"Get him."

[nolifepoints]

I'll ramble about it a bit because I can't be trusted to actually write it, but I really love the idea of Toei canon Miho and Kaiba dating each other fakely. Not fake dating, that is, but dating while fake. Because they are both the most Fake Assed Bitches.

It has to be cabbage boy, though. None of my other interpretations of Kaiba is good enough at social situations to even pretend his way through them as long as s0 Kaiba did, nor does he even have any interest in trying to be.

Like... manga Kaiba insults everyone to their faces immediately upon meeting them. When he finds out about Blue Eyes... offering up a briefcase full of fancy expensive cards doesn't get his way? He'll pretend for, like, 5 minutes, just long enough to steal it. It only works because Yuugi is the sweetest, most trusting, friendliest-shaped blorbo on the planet... and even he notices! He just doesn't call him out right away because he's a nice person and it is really very embarrassing for Kaiba here.

And DM anime Kaiba? Fancy expensive card briefcase doesn't work out for him either? Right. Cool. It's time to escalate the situation straight to kidnapping. Do not pass go. Do not collect $500 (that's chump change).

But this Kaiba?

He really puts some effort into this. He fools everyone except Jounouchi, who hates him cause he ain't him, not a sixth sense of character judgment.

I really love completely alternate takes on characters like this. The Toei anime is silly, but it's also SO much fun.

Miho is a similar case- they really expanded on her from the Miho in the manga and went in the direction of "super shallow and two-faced chick," but it works better for me than a lot of portrayals because, like... she's their good buddy Miho. In a lot of other series she would be the horrible fake rival, but nah. She's their actual friend who just cannot help it if everyone wants to do things for her and give her free stuff all the time. Totally innocent. Totally not taking every sucker for a ride. I love her so much, lol.

So anyway, my actual concept here is- Miho is dating Kaiba because he's rich and it makes her look cool, and Kaiba is dating Miho because it increases his proximity to Yuugi. They don't even like each other, but they both think they're so smooth and conning the other one so good. Clearly, they're head over heels. And everyone else is like "uh... um... uh... Miho????" and she's like "NO GUYS HE'S TOTALLY CHANGED." (She neither knows nor especially cares if he has because she thinks she can Manage him.)

[d1xonss]

Desert Rose

Chapter 37 ~ Welcome Back

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 3

✧ Word Count : 6.2k

In this chapter ~ Even after Daryl was reunited with the group alongside his brother, Glenn and Rose continued to stay at each other's throats after all the built up anger from recent events. The group continued to stew over what the plan would be to fix the mess the Governor left behind, not even knowing if there was a solution. Rose's skepticism led to her having an interesting conversation with Merle, along with an unexpected guest arriving through their broken gates.

"If you stayed on that watchtower, you could've warned Hershel to get out of there faster!" Glenn screamed at me.

"If you had never left, you would've been able to help us take down those assholes who tore through our fucking gates!" I screamed back at him.

He scoffed, "So, you're saying this is my fault?"

"You saying it's mine?" I retorted.

"If you had actually been responsible for once, you would've-"

"Hey!" Daryl quickly cut him off, "I ain't gonna let ya talk to her like that, she was actually here helpin out!" he stepped in, gesturing wildly with his hands.

Glenn was practically unphased by his volume, turning to look at him as he only scoffed to himself, "Oh yeah? And where were you?" he asked.

I knocked his shoulder back harshly upon hearing that, "Oh you do not want to go there." I said coldly.

"Enough!" Rick yelled as he stepped in between us.

My breathing was heavy as I felt like my heart was going to explode. I don't think I've been this worked up in a very long time, and it surprised me immensely that Glenn was the cause of it. It seemed like the second we made it into the cellblock and he realized I wasn't keeping watch, he turned into this raging asshole, pointing fingers left and right about who was to blame. The others had just been silently watching our little fighting match with wide eyes, it was like their free entertainment. And I could tell Merle was getting a kick out of it from just outside of the gated door he was locked behind.

I shoved past Rick's arm, completely ignoring him as if he hadn't said anything at all, "At least I stayed put while you were out chasing The Govenor who was here the whole goddamn time!"

"I wanted to end this!" he yelled.

"We all want to end this, Glenn! Just because you were the one who got beat up by that jackass over there, doesn't mean you get to take control of whatever you want!"

"Hey." Merle said defensively.

Glenn looked like his head was going to explode, "Oh you are such a b-" he began to say, stopping himself suddenly.

"Say it! Oh, please say it! I'm a bitch? You can't own up to anything, biting people's heads off left and right, but I'm the fucking bitch?"

"I said enough!" Rick yelled again as he shoved us apart. He glanced back and forth between the two of us in slight disbelief, turning back towards me to speak lower than before, "Do I have to lock you out of here?"

My eyes narrowed at him in slight offense, "I'm not the problem."

"Then prove it." he snapped.

My eyes narrowed but I raised my hands in surrender, leaning up further against the wall to see where it would go from here. What genius plan Rick would somehow come up with to save all of our asses that we hadn't already ruled out. But by the looks of it, no one knew what to do now. They practically trapped us in here now with how many walkers were now filling the fields.

After Rick followed my movements, making sure I wasn't going to snap again, he turned towards everyone else, "We're not leaving."

"We can't stay here." Hershel argued.

"What if there's another sniper, a wood pallet won't stop one of those rounds."

Beth stepped up, "We can't even go outside."

"If Rick says we aren't running, we aren't running." Glenn said matter-of-factly.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head involuntary as Merle knocked his metal hand on the door separating the common room and the cellblock, grabbing all of our attention, "No, better to live like rats. Just here to apparently give y'all the reality check you need."

"You got a better idea?" Rick asked.

"Yeah, we should've slid out of here last night and lived to fight another day. But we lost that window now didn't we. I'm sure he's got scouts on every road out of this place by now." he said bluntly.

Daryl scoffed from next to me, "We ain't scared of that prick."

"Y'all should be," Merle replied, "That truck through the fence thing, that was just him ringin the doorbell. We might have some thick walls to hide behind, but he's got the guns and the numbers. And if he takes the high ground around this place, shit he could just starve us out if he wanted to."

Maggie's anxiety grew upon hearing that, tapping her crossed arms nervously as she snapped, "Let's put him in the other cellblock."

"No, he's gotta point." Daryl defended.

She shook her head vigorously, "This is all you! You started this!" she yelled at the older Dixon.

"What's the difference whose fault it is? What matters is what we do next, so what do we do?" Beth asked.

"I said we should leave, now Axel's dead. We can't just sit here." Hershel stated.

Rick shook his head slowly and started to walk away wordlessly as if the conversation was anywhere near done, running away the second he was hearing things he didn't want to hear. But he needed to hear them, process them, and move on because that's just how it was. It was already too late to prevent the attack that already happened, we just needed a solid plan on what to do next, one that he apparently wasn't ready to discuss.

Though the second he made it towards the door, getting out his keys to unlock it, Hershel seemed to be just as fed up as I was. He stood up swiftly from his spot on the stairs, crutches under his arms as he yelled, "Get back here!"

The man stopped completely in his tracks upon hearing his scream echo, hearing him now moving over to him to speak more gently, "You're slipping Rick. We've all seen it, and we understand why. But now is not the time, you once said this isn't a democracy and now you have to own up to that...I put my family's life in your hands. So, get your head clear, and do something."

Only silence followed. And after that, he left. He left us all in the most awkward silence you could imagine as he couldn't seem to process the sudden reality. But I wasted no time heading up into my cell to cool off after watching him just give up for the day. Everyone was on edge and then pushing each other more and more, and I was too tired to keep arguing back and forth like we always seemed to do lately.

I fell back onto the mattress dramatically with a breath, hearing hushed voices from outside but not bringing myself to care enough to pay attention. Leaning back further against the wall, I shut my eyes for a few moments to try and clear my head, to try and wipe the conversation clean from my mind. It was all so frustrating that I couldn't bring myself to think about it anymore, even if I was alone.

The voices from outside eventually dwindled down and stopped completely, leading me to assume that they had all left the cellblock to busy themselves with something else. But I still wasn't completely alone in the space. Footsteps seemed to echo down past each room on the second floor, slowing down before stopping directly in front of mine, hearing them then make their way inside.

I opened my eyes just in time to see Daryl walking over and sitting down on the edge of the bed, reaching back to brush his fingers across my legs gently. He then caught my gaze after a moment or two, neither one of us saying a word as I slowly sat up to face him better. But he didn't seem to hesitate once I had moved, leaning forward a bit to gently grasp my chin, pulling me closer until our lips touched.

I exhaled deeply through my nose as I pulled him closer, feeling him again was something that I never thought would happen. But yet here he was. I almost still couldn't get over the fact that he had come back, leaving my utterly speechless when I saw a glimpse of his face again. His face to which I only thought I would have to look back on in memories and dreams, not being able to actually see him looking right back at me. But yet...here he was.

He was the first to break away, but not without coming back a few more times to place light pecks on my lips as if he couldn't get enough, "...I missed ya so much." he whispered.

I felt myself smirk, "Oh yeah? How much?" I teased.

He rolled his eyes, "A lot. I couldn't stop thinkin about ya."

"I couldn't stop thinking about you either," I muttered while tracing my thumb lightly over his cheekbone, "I love you so much."

His cheeks bloomed a shade of red, "I love you." he replied instantly, pulling me in again to kiss me deeply.

He seemed to lift me with ease without breaking away, getting me to straddle his hips as I seemed to crave him even more, pulling him in closer by the collar on his shirt, desperate to feel him. My hands roamed around his arms and neck, trying to memorize every dip and curve that he had so I would never forget. He then broke away again after a few seconds of bliss, placing kisses all over my face just to get me to laugh, like he always did, and it always worked.

"God, I missed that sound," he whispered after I let out a light laugh, "And I missed yer pretty face."

A smile stretched across my lips at his sweet words, only causing me to laugh again as I let my mind wander, "What?" he asked curiously.

"Nothing," I shook my head, "You're just a big softie, that's all." I teased, moving his growing hair away from his forehead.

He scoffed as he gently pinched my sides, "Shut up." he muttered.

I laughed as I pushed his hands away to stop tickling me, but my amusement seemed to falter the smallest bit as a question popped up in my head. One I didn't even know if I wanted the answer to. "So...you want to tell me what happened out there?" I finally asked.

His smile fell slightly but he nodded his head as he leaned further to trace patterns on my thighs that were planted on either side of him, beginning to tell me everything.

He told me about his first night back in the woods and everything that Merle said to him, about how he claimed I didn't really love him. My face dropped a little upon hearing that, but he reassured me he didn't let it bother him in the slightest, pushing the thought out of his mind completely. I ran my fingers gently through his hair as I only quietly listened, hearing him talk about the group that he saved the very next day and his fight with Merle. And the worst part, the fight with him seemed to get a little out of hand as he managed to see the scars all over his back.

"I was wondering why your shirt was ripped." I spoke softly.

I watched as he nodded, "Yeah..." he breathed, "It's the first time he's even seen em."

My brows furrowed slightly as I thought, "Really?"

He scoffed, tilting his head back to look at me better, "Ya really see me confidin to my awesome brother bout somethin like that?" he asked sarcastically.

"No." I said with a shake of my head, "It's just...why-"

But I didn't even need to finish my question, like he knew exactly what I was going to say and had his answer already planned out. "Cause yer my girl Rosie, I trust ya. Trust ya more than anyone...especially bout things like this."

My heart swelled at his words. Even though we had been together for quite some time, it's still nice to hear how important you are to someone. And in these past few minutes alone, Daryl had shown me just how important I was to him, how much he had missed me, and how much he trusted me.

I didn't say anything else, mostly because I didn't need to. My actions were speaking much louder as I pulled him back into me, crashing my lips against his own. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that we were together again, in each other's arms and soaking up every second that we could.

At this moment in time, I didn't care about the threats from The Governor, or my fight with Glenn, or anything else. All I cared about was him as we slowly got lost in each other's touch.

My breathing was still slowing down, my skin slightly sticky with sweat, feeling myself slowly dozing off as I listened to Daryl's steady breathing from behind me, tickling the back of my neck. A smirk traced my lips as I felt him instinctively pull me closer, hugging my waist tightly and only bringing it more towards his chest. Though somehow, he noticed how I was just on the brink of falling asleep, raising his head to whisper in my ear.

"Don't fall asleep." his voice vibrated through his chest, enough to send shivers down my spine.

I smiled to myself as I shook my head, "I'm just resting my eyes."

He hummed in response before starting to leave light kisses on my shoulder, making his was back down towards my neck, nipping and sucking softly.

I sighed in content, "You really did miss me, huh?"

He chuckled, "Woman, you have no idea." he muttered before his lips busied themselves again.

A sudden burst of energy coursed through me the second he hit a certain spot below my ear, causing me to flip around and straddle his waist. I leaned down to capture his lips in a deep kiss, hearing him let out a sound of surprise before he was smiling against my mouth. He only pulled me up closer, gripping my hips with his big, calloused hands as I could subtly feel him get excited all over again beneath me.

But I stopped my movements completely when I heard voices coming back in the cellblock, loudly bouncing off the walls. I broke the kiss and looked over my shoulder towards the door, hearing him let out a low groan at the loss contact while his hands moved up and down my waist absentmindedly.

I turned back once I realized they weren't leaving anytime soon, pecking his lips before leaning down towards his ear to whisper, "Don't worry, we'll finish this later." leaving another lingering kiss on his jawline before getting up to gather my clothes.

I moved up and off the squeaky mattress to pick up my clothes off the ground, slipping my underwear back on, knowing he hadn't made any effort to move yet from just behind me. Just simply laying there with his eyes glued to my frame, I didn't even have to turn around as I could practically feel his gaze. Though as I finally got my pants back on, struggling to clasp my bra, I turned around to face him again, seeing the huge grin he had on his face and I couldn't help but smile back.

"What?" I asked playfully as I finally got it hooked.

He shrugged, "Yer just so beautiful."

My cheeks flushed slightly, "Thank you." I muttered a bit bashfully before throwing my shirt on over my head.

He stood up then after watching me for as long as he could, moving around quickly to get dressed now so we could head out and see what was happening downstairs. All of their voices seemed loud and rushed, like they were formulating some kind of plan for the time being that we surely needed to be a part of. Once he was finally finished, he kissed my forehead lightly before I started to walk towards the doorway to leave, but stopping in my tracks once I felt a light pinch on my ass.

I whipped around to look at him in mock surprise, seeing him with a lopsided grin as he held his hands up in surrender, trying his best to look innocent or something. I rolled my eyes, reaching around to push him in front of me so he would be walking down first instead so I would be safe for any other sneak attacks he had in mind.

We walked down the steps to see Rick telling Glenn, Maggie, Michonne, and Hershel what he saw when he took watch outside, describing in detail how much work would have to be put in when rebuilding the fence. He told Maggie to take the next shift, and then made his way over to the rest of us.

"Field's filled with walkers, didn't see any snipers out there, but we'll keep Maggie on watch..." Rick informed briefly before pausing suddenly, "Where the hell have you two been?" he asked, pointing at us.

I saw Daryl's face get beet red, but I was quick to answer, "Checking the tunnels again for walkers that might've slipped in, we just got back." I was surprised how easily the lie slipped off my tongue.

He didn't question anything and just nodded his head silently, Daryl awkwardly clearing his throat, "I'll uh...get up in the guard tower, take out half them walkers and give these guys a chance to fix the fence."

"Or use some of the cars to put the bus in place." Michonne suggested.

Hershel sighed, "We can't access the field without burning through our bullets."

"So, we're trapped in here," Glenn piped in not looking in my direction, "There's barely any food or ammo." he spoke angerly.

"Been here before, we'll be alright." Daryl reassured him.

"That's when it was just us, before there was a snake in the nest." Glenn snapped.

I sighed and felt the headache start to form as I knew what was about to go down. But seeing my actions got his attention and he just rolled his eyes at me at the fact that I apparently breathed wrong around him.

Daryl stepped closer to him, "Man, we gonna go through this again? Look Merle's stayin here, he's with us now. Get used to it, all y'all."

He didn't yell at Glenn, but I could tell his comment about Merle got to him as there was honest hurt in his voice. After he spoke, he headed out of the cellblock, storming past the things in his way while we all watched him leave, seeing he needed a minute to himself.

Though Glenn was quick to turn back to Rick, spitting out his opinion like he always seemed to do, "Seriously Rick, I don't think Merle living here is going to fly." he snapped.

"It's not your decision." I fired back.

His head spun towards me, "You're not a part of this discussion."

I scoffed, "Why the hell not?"

"Because you're clearly biased on the situation." he spat.

I was taken aback by his comment, and he could tell, he looked guilty as soon as he said it, "You think just because I'm with Daryl I can't think for myself and have my own opinion about this?" I asked angrily, "What the hell would you like us to do, Glenn? Throw him out there, let him fed for himself out in that field, he wouldn't last two seconds."

He shook his head, "No, that's not what I meant."

"He's stuck here with the rest of us." I said as I ignored his comment, "Whether your prideful ass attitude likes it or not." I snapped before storming out of the cellblock as well, needing to get far away from him before I said something I would truly regret.

I went straight through the main area, shoving my way past a door that led to a back room without even thinking twice about it. Slamming the door behind me, I just leaned my back up against it and sighed to myself with my hands over my face, trying to collect my thoughts.

But then a loud cackle suddenly erupted from the back corner of the room, making me jump out of my skin to only see Merle making himself comfortable on a nearby bench.

"Oh, didn't mean to scare ya there sweetheart." he chuckled again.

I rolled my eyes at the man and didn't say anything to him as I folded my arms around my middle, trying not to make eye contact with him as I had apparently dug myself into a hole here. I stayed completely silent as the air grew awkward and almost tense. But apparently, he was uncomfortable with the silence as he kept talking.

"So, do I officially get to meet the girl my baby brother's so smitten for?" he asked with a cocky tone.

Sighing to myself, I did the slow walk of shame the rest of the way over to him as I stuck out my hand, "Rose." I introduced.

"Merle." he said with a grin while taking my hand and giving it a firm shake.

He let go after a moment and I took a seat further away from him as we sat in silence for a few minutes. I could feel his eyes on me, like he was trying to pick me apart, but I knew with the bored expression I had on my face that he wouldn't find anything. I didn't even know what he was trying to accomplish.

He suddenly took in a breath, "So...what brings ya in here? I wouldn't think you would come venture out just to talk to little ole me."

I laughed sarcastically, "Right...I just came in here for some peace and quiet for a second."

"You have a cellblock for that." he pointed out.

I rolled my eyes, "Well, the issue happens to be in the cellblock so..."

He nodded his head, "Glenn?"

There were a few beats of silence as I didn't exactly answer him, but he already knew. "Ya know, it's good that he's angry. Not at you...but in general. It's gonna come in handy when The Governor comes back."

My brows furrowed a little, "What do you mean?"

He scooted a bit closer, "Maybe if he used that anger on The Governor's men, y'all will have a fighting chance. Maybe some of y'all might actually stay alive."

"I appreciate your confidence in us, thank you." I muttered sarcastically while looking away from him.

He hesitated and stopped for a moment, almost as if trying to piece together what he wanted to say, before he finally spit it out. "The Governor will kill me first when he comes back," he started, "Michonne, my brother, then Hershel and his girls, Glenn, Carl, that baby...then you."

I chill went down my spine as he listed in order how the mad man would kill us all, and yet he continued, "He'll save Rick for last, so he can watch his family and friends die painfully. That's who you're dealing with."

I wanted to say something, maybe even argue with him that he was wrong and that we were going to win this whole thing. But I knew he was right, considering he knew The Governor the best out of all of us. I didn't want him to see how scared I truly was of this man. Shit I didn't want anyone to see that. But I was. And it made me feel weak.

As if reading my mind, he spoke again, "I can tell you're scared. I can see it in your eyes, and all I'm saying is you should be. I'm not trying to scare ya. I'm trying to warn ya. Maybe shine a light on how sick he really is, because I don't think you people get it."

We sat there looking at each other for a few minutes as I let myself think. I didn't want him to be right, but I also didn't want to have false hope. For a split second I thought Merle was just trying to get in my head like he did with Daryl a few days ago. But something in my gut told me he wasn't, and he was just telling the truth. Warning me in a way that would get through my head.

I stood up suddenly, finding I had nothing to say, and turning to head outside and maybe take watch for a few hours and make myself useful, but his voice stopped me. "You're not listening. I'm ain't gonna tell ya what ya want to hear girl."

My hand fell on the door handle as I stopped to turn and face him one last time, "Oh believe me, I'm listening." I said calmly before turning to head out of the space, leaving him alone once more.

I made my way through the common room and out the heavy door towards where I knew Maggie was sitting and taking watch right now. Walking past Carl, I waved towards him before I headed over to where Maggie was placed up close near the fence, walking louder so I wouldn't scare her.

"Want some company?" I asked while grabbing the spare gun and taking a seat.

She slightly glanced over her shoulder at me with a small nod, "Sure."

My smile dropped suddenly and I could tell something was off about her almost instantly, and I had a feeling it was about how Glenn and I fought earlier. We were practically about to claw each other's eyes out if Rick didn't step in between us.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked.

"No. No...I'm not mad at you." she said while still not looking at me.

I sighed, "If this is about Glenn-"

"It's not," she cut me off calmly, "I mean it is, but it isn't. I'm just...I'm tired of seein all of us yelling at each other all the time now. Constantly at each other's throats."

I nodded in agreement as I looked out to the field, "Yeah well, that asshat of a Governor has been making it easier and easier to flip out on each other."

"You got that right." she muttered, "But that's what he wants."

"I know...I just hope we can make it through this." I said a bit quieter than before.

Her head turned toward me quickly as she heard my hesitance about this whole thing, her face dropping in concern, "What makes you think we can't?"

I gestured around us, "This. This is just the tip of the iceberg." I said as I scanned around, really getting a good look at all the damage he did.

Her eyes narrowed, "There's more." she pushed.

I sighed heavily, "...I talked to Merle."

"Oh God, why would you put yourself through that?"

I let out a laugh, "I don't know. I didn't necessarily seek him out...it's just, he knows The Governor better than anyone else here. It's hard not to believe him, you know?"

"Alright, I get that." she agreed, "But you gotta have a little more faith than that. Because Merle may know The Governor well, but he doesn't know us. He doesn't know what we can do, what we're capable of."

I smiled lightly, "Yeah, I guess that's true."

She smiled back as we both silently turned to look out and see the walkers that now surrounded us. It brought my mood down seeing all of the walking corpses that now filled our field, one that we tried so hard to keep secure. But it only seemed to motivate the rest of us more seeing the things that he destroyed. The things he so easily took away.

But I suddenly raised the scope of my gun up to my eye when I caught sight of something in the distance, movement coming up the gravel road. My eyes widened a little as a gasp left my lips once it all registered in my mind. It was Andrea, holding onto a walker and trying to make her way through up to the prison. Maggie followed my line of sight when she noticed my movements, and once she saw what I was looking at, her gaze whipped back towards me with concern behind her eyes.

She looked back to Carl and waved him back towards the prison, "It's Andrea, go get Rick!" she yelled, and we watched as he nodded before quickly running off.

A few seconds barely passed before Rick, Daryl, Merle, and Michonne came out of the prison with their weapons drawn. Merle ran a little ways ahead of him and once I heard him say "clear" I ran up with them as they rushed closer towards the gate. I had the gun still in my hands and now aimed it around the area, double checking to make sure she was just by herself, and this wasn't a trap. None of us could take that chance right now.

"Are you alone?" Rick yelled.

"Open the gate." she said breathlessly.

"Are you alone?!" he asked again, his eyes scanning over everything behind her head.

She had a shocked look on her face as more walkers started to notice her, "Rick!" she yelled pleadingly.

He sighed and tossed his keys to Daryl who was the closest to the gate, so he could quickly unlock it for her. They pulled the gate open and she threw the walker she was using as a shield off to her left and quickly jogged inside. I could tell Rick was pissed and wasn't having it at all, and honestly the thought crossed my mind that he was going to leave her out there. But then again another part of him seemed curious as to why she was back, and he clearly wanted to know why.

"Hands up, turn around!" he yelled and pushed her up against the fence.

I could hear the confusion in her voice as she questioned them, but I didn't pay too much attention. My eyes just scanned the trees around us, making sure no other surprises would pop out just as they did last time. Though once I was sure there was no one else around, I turned back to face them, seeing Andrea was now on her knees as Rick continued to search her.

She then suddenly caught my eye, gesturing over to the man, "You're really going to let him do this to me?" she asked.

I shrugged, "I don't really care." I said bluntly.

Her mouth fell open slightly as I tore her bag off of her and threw it a good distance away in case she tried anything. I didn't trust her anymore after what Merle briefly told us. Hell, I hardly really trusted her even when she was a part of our group.

After Rick was done searching her, he pulled her up roughly to her feet, "Welcome back." he muttered in the most unwelcoming tone I've ever heard.

We then all made our way back inside the prison to go into the common room, to see what she wanted. I watched as she immediately hugged Carol the moment she caught sight of her, and they stayed wrapped around each other for a little bit while the rest of us piled in. I leaned up against the wall, with the gun still in my hands, waiting patiently for her to start talking.

"Where'd ya go?" I heard a voice ask from beside me.

I looked to over see Daryl coming up next to me with a small smile on his face, "I just had to get away from Glenn...I ended up talking with your brother for a minute before going outside to keep watch with Maggie."

"You talked to Merle?" he asked in confusion.

I scoffed, "Yeah, kind of on accident. I tried to just get away to have some quiet, and he was in the room I walked in."

He hummed in response and nodded his head, though I saw he went to say something else, but that's when Andrea started speaking. Her eyes moved over everyone in the room in almost astonishment, acting as if she didn't know we were here the whole goddamn time. She knew ever since we took back our people from Woodbury, she just didn't seem to care enough until now.

"I can't believe this," she breathed as she glanced around, almost spinning in a circle as she took everything in. "Where's Shane?"

I rolled my eyes at the fact that he was the first person she noticed was missing from the bunch, leaving Daryl coughing trying to cover up a laugh as he saw my facial expression.

Nobody answered her question however, everyone remained still at the mere mention of him it seemed like. "Lori?" she asked again.

Rick couldn't meet her eyes as he stayed completely silent, Hershel having to answer for him. "She had a girl...Lori didn't survive."

"Neither did T-Dog." Maggie said.

"Oh...I'm so sorry," she whispered as her face grew sympathetic, "Carl-" she tried to speak, but couldn't find the words. "Rick I-" she tired again but he still wouldn't look at her, stopping herself when she saw the clear pain behind his eyes, that alone signaling her to stop.

She looked around at everyone again until her eyes landed right on Daryl and I. I knew we were standing close together, but I didn't think she would actually put the pieces together in her head. But with the growing smirk on her face, I knew she figured it out.

"So, you two finally got together?" she asked smugly.

Neither of us said anything, but Merle quickly started to laugh in amusement, "Ain't they cute? Daryl wouldn't shut up about her ever since I saw him again, and she's always makin goo goo eyes at him."

We both glared at him, "Shut up." we voiced at the same time.

That only caused him to laugh harder, yet for once he kept his mouth shut as he refrained from saying anything else. The room was then filled with tense silence after that, leaving everyone visibly upset by her presence, and she damn well knew it too.

"You all live here?" she then asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Here, in the cellblock." Glenn told her, nodding back towards the room with a stone-cold expression.

She looked toward it, "There? Well, can I go in?"

"I won't allow that." Rick said.

She huffed, "I'm not the enemy Rick." she defended herself and I felt I had to hold back a scoff. If you're fucking the enemy then you are the enemy, I don't make the rules.

Rick glared at her, "We had that field and the courtyard, until your boyfriend tore down the fence with a truck and shout us up."

"He said you fired first." she said with widened eyes.

"Well, he's lying." I stepped in.

She glanced over at me but then Hershel spoke, "He killed an inmate who survived in here."

"We liked him...he was one of us." Daryl said.

"I didn't know anything about that." she reassured us, "As soon as I found out, I came. I didn't even know you were in Woodbury until after the shootout."

"That was days ago." Glenn said.

"I told you I came as soon as I could." she repeated, her frustration building as we weren't giving her the light of day.

She then looked around the room and saw Michonne standing near the door, narrowing her eyes at her in suspicion, "What have you told them?" she asked with annoyance lacing her voice.

"Nothing." Michonne simply said with a shrug.

The woman began to grow irritated at all the targeted eyes, "I don't get it, I left Atlanta with you people and now I'm the odd man out?" she asked, annoyed.

This time I couldn't help but scoff, "You're sleeping with the guy who wants to kill us, I think that's why you're the odd man out." I said.

She looked over at me and couldn't find the words, Glenn only adding onto what I just said, "He almost killed Michonne, and he would've killed us."

"With his finger on the trigger." she said as she pointed to Merle, "Isn't he the one who kidnapped you? Who beat you?" she asked him harshly before stopping herself and taking a small breath. "Look...I cannot excuse or explain what Philip has done, but I am here trying to bring us together. We have to work this out."

I made a face at that. Philip? That was his name?

"There's nothing to work out, we're gonna kill him," Rick spoke, causing me to glance up at Merle and seeing his eyes were already on me with a knowing glance, the conversation we shared playing over and over again in my mind.

"I don't know how or when, but we will." he finished coldly.

"We can settle this." she tried, "There is room at Woodbury for all of you."

I made a clicking sound with my tongue, "Yeah, I think we're gonna pass on that. Might make things awkward if we're suddenly being ordered around by a man we almost went to war with."

"What makes you think that this man wants to negotiate? Did he say that?" Hershel asked.

"...No." she replied with her head down.

"Then what the hell are you doing here?" I snapped.

Her head snapped over to me in seriousness, "Because he's gearing up for war. The people are terrified, they see you as killers."

"Good." I shrugged.

"Tell you what, next time ya see Philip, you tell him m' gonna take his other eye." Daryl threatened lowly.

"We've taken too much shit for too long. He wants a war? He's got one." Glenn said.

She looked at us all in disbelief and turned towards Rick, "If you don't sit down and try to work this out, I don't know what's going to happen. He has a whole town," she stated before scanning the room again, "Look at you! You've lost so much already. You can't stand alone anymore."

"You can make this right...get us inside." Rick offered.

"No." she said instantly.

"Then we got nothing else to talk about." he said bitterly before turning to walk away.

"There are innocent people!" she yelled after him.

But he didn't say anything, he didn't even glance back. All we heard was the door to the cellblock slam shut behind him.

~ Thanks for reading!

[hiimtheproblem87times]

AvM/A Ships & Headcanons

those who are about to be more confused with the Comics i'm Making in the Future, Here...

• Yellow × Blue

Yellow is 19 years old

blue is 18 years old

they both switch, nobody tops

They use Pet names, blue most

yellow is an Engineer, smartass with technology

blue loves cooking but potions is his fav thing to do

ACTS like parental figures to red,green & tsc

but green is their practice child

green loves being third wheel ✌️ (he gets free food)

"COME ON GREEN, GO TELL PURPLE >:D" -blue

"Love must wait, green." -yellow

• Green × Purple

Green & Purple are both 16 years old

green loves to swing alot with his fishing net, listens cunt music, skilled fighter

purple loves to send flowers to their mother, flying tricks, being royal-ish

Green loves to visit purps every night

This summer, purple is moving to another City (for the whole summer)

Purp's love to visit the CG

Everytime Purple visits, Green would just run & jump to give purp a huge hug (they're used to this)

Purp is a Designer, smt like Wings, Dresses & Suits

Funt fact! Purple is the One who designed the Mercenaries Suits! Vic was their Special Visitor :)

• Red

Red is 15 years old

probably the youngest of the gang

Goes to monster school if he feels like it

best bud is enderman

i like to think herobrine is like a parental figure to red

troublemaker

owns a animal farm

Worse homie is green

• The Second Coming

Sec is 17 Years old

Leader but Sleeper

Sleep addict

Theory that he's both Vic & Cho's Return

Best homie is Green

• F! & C! Victim

theres actually 2 seperated bodies of Victim

i drew their designs so that you will know which one is C! & F!

More headcanons:

• F! Victim :

Ageless

any pronouns

Worried if one of his cult members is missing

They love talking to Orchid (no ship >:0)

agent is the one who spotted them

Huge crush on agent (f!vicagent fans where you at)

Rocket corp calls them "The rocket ghost" bc they keep haunting the place

is one of C!Vic's clones

• C! Victim :

call by He/they/them

32 years old

Coffee addict

Brandon rogers energy

"Move Bitches, im the CEO of Gay" -Victim

• Victim × Agent

again, Victim is 32 years old

Agent is 34 years old

Old men yaoi ahh couple

SECRETLY dating

Both of them Like to stay up at night so they can hang out (until 2am)

They like to tie Each-others hair bc its their love language :D

physical touch is their second Love language

agent got nightmares from F!Victim

C!Vic didn't know F!Vic exist

agent is the head mercenary

1 time they made out (should i do it again)

• Hollow Siblings

(Big reminder that TDL Ain't their Sibling)

Family Energy :

Chosen is 28 years old

Second is 17 years old

Vic is 32 years old

Victim is also their sibling

Dark is NOT (He's just created to kill Chosen)

FV Family Sibling Energy 🎀

Second is Vic's Fav

Cho would just tell Sec to ask Vic for Money (Always Works)

But... When making Comics.. :

Cho & Sec dosen't know C!Vic is their sibling

C!Vic also dosen't know too.

• ChoDark

Again, Chosen is 28.

Dark Lord is 26 Years old

Theory that Dark created the Virabot so no-stick or cursor can hurt him and chosen

Wanna know how horny is Dark?

their fav tango is "Masochist Tango" Cuz they get to beat the shit outta each other

Divorce & Re-married Bitches 😍

• Rocket Corp

Primal is 100+ years old (cuz caveman)

Prime is immortal

ballista is 29 years old

Hazard is 30 years old

primal & ballista have like a platonic relationship (Rarepair)

"He makes me laugh." -Primal, describing ballista

They have This Energy Every week

Vic probably made the workers (Theory)

• King Orange

King is 31 Years old

he likes to Cook

he likes to Read

Humourous Dad

He had Dreams & Nightmares of Orchid

"i miss my child purple, i miss my kid so much :'("

• CG & S!Alan

Recap : 17 years old, 15 years old, 16 years old, 18 years old & Yellow is 19 years old

Alan is Probably 35 Years old..?

Codell Family Energy

more worried Around Red cuz He's the Youngest

Alan has 3 Family Jobs (The CG, Hollowheads & IRL)

Pretty sure this i all i have... for now, thanks for reading :)

[lu-lus-duckies]

Okay now that I've taken care of all of my notifs, I'm sorry but I'll be (mostly, since I know my ass ain't staying away too long) gone this week. Just gotta take care of all those exams for uni (there's 12 of em) and then I'll be back to hornyposting about daddy

As my apology, I'll have the mods fucking chapter of nunwhiskers done for sunday this week

I saw @the-aprilfools-bitch started doing charts again so feel free to just headcanon me and nunalastor as you desire

Sorry I won't be here to traumatize you all :(

But paincaat said they'd let me do unspeakable things to them if I got my work done so I must. Gotta get the nunalastor family harem of my own y'know