#i tried yall

[asscaverns]

Long Time Coming - Daryl Dixon x FEM!reader

Synopsis: Reader and Daryl have been together for a long time, but have never been able to have sex. 3.8k words

minors dni/18+

Warnings: smut, fluff. So much praise! Oral f!receiving. Protected sex (kinda? they use a condom but it's expired bc duh). Daryl cums fast. I've never written smut before, I've never published anything either so go easy on me. Probably OOC Daryl. Not great writing, sorry.

“It’s quiet,” Daryl starts from his position on the couch, one of his legs propped up on the coffee table.

“Yeah, it’s a little unsettling. Even back in the prison there was always growling, or Beth singing, or Carol snoring all night,” you joke lightly mimicking her snores. You plopped down on the couch next to him and leaned into him, making him put an arm around your shoulders. “It feels safe though, yeah? Safest I've felt since the outbreak at least,” you wonder out loud, trying to gauge his feelings of your new home. 

“Yeah, I guess,” he pauses. “Just feels like I'm waiting for the shoe, y'know.” 

“The other shoe?” You ask, laying your hand on his knee, glancing up at him.

“Mhm, waitin’ for the shoe to drop.” 

You hum in understanding. “I think. . .” you trailed off thinking of your next words carefully, “I think, there’s no use in just sittin around and waiting. Maybe we should enjoy what we have, while we have it.” 

He sat up and turns to look at you like you were crazy. “And what? What about when these picket fence bastards decide we’re not good enough, we don’t contribute enough, or whatever the hell other reason they decide is fit enough to throw us to the wolves? We just let them blindside us?” he seemed incredulous. 

“No, honey, of course not. I’m just saying,” you take a deep breath trying to make sure you are clear. “This is maybe our last chance, our only chance, to live a life without running from the dead every damn day. We got used to that, it was, or maybe it still is, our new normal, but this can be too.”

“I understand, sweetheart, I'm just. . .” he trails off. 

“Nervous? On edge?” you finish for him after a moment. 

“You could say that,” he answers, picking up a cup of water off the coffee table, taking a sip, and sitting it back down, then leaning back onto the couch and throwing an arm over your shoulder again. 

“I know. You run for your life, hunker down in empty houses, broke down cars, and caves for lord knows how long. Next thing you know, someone offers you not only a home, but a house? To ourselves? And food, water, walls and defenses, plus people patrolling 24/7? It’s a big change, but this is the safest we’ve been for a while. I just think we should enjoy it while we can. We can stay on edge, sleep with a gun under our pillow or whatever, but we should enjoy what we have while we have it. We can live here for a while, when shit hits the fan we can run, like we always have.” 

“Yeah, I reckon you’re right, y/n,” he admits, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Kinda boring though, innit? This whole ‘american dream’ life.” 

You glanced at him and saw a small smile. “Boring?” you giggle, “I can think of something to entertain us.” You slide your hand from your lap over to his, putting your hand back on his knee and sliding it half way up his thigh. 

“Yeah? What’s that sweetheart?” He questions innocently, but you can see the way his cheeks are redder than earlier, and you can see the way he looks at your lips. 

You jumped up and offered him your hand with a wink, “Come with me and I'll show you.”

“Don’ need to ask me twice,” he jumped to his feet, grabbing your hand and letting you lead him up the stairs and into the bathroom. You open the door with your spare hand and spin around pulling at his shirt and winking at him. 

“Oh I get it, you just want to see me naked, don’ ya?” Daryl teased, pulling his t-shirt off. 

“You know I do, baby,” you flirted, grabbing his naked waist and pulling him closer for a moment, before pushing him away and leaning over to start the water, Daryl taking the opportunity to smack your ass. You giggle and turn around with your finger pointed, ready to scold him jokingly, but he grabs your hips before you can. He yanks you into his chest and kisses you hard, trying to slip his tongue into your mouth. 

“At least let me get in the shower first, you horny bastard!” You laugh at him and pull away, yanking your shirt over your head and pulling your pants down and off. You feel the water to test its temperature and upon deciding it warm enough, you turn around to see him still in his pants. You reach towards his belt and pull on it, “You joining? Or are you gonna stand there and watch?” 

“I’m happy to watch but I’d much rather join,” he responds, watching you step into the warm water. He tugs his belt undone and his pants down while you turn and let the water run over you. 

Truth is, you were a little nervous, you knew what you were initiating. Sure you’d spent most of the apocalypse together, started ‘dating’ not long after arriving at the prison. Though you’d never officially talked labels, it’s been long assumed, by you and the rest of the group, that you were together. So, you’ve been ‘together’ a long time, but despite that you’d never really gone farther than oral or handjobs. If you’d had the time, then you hadn’t had the solitude. If you’d had the solitude, then you hadn’t had the safety. If you’d had the safety, then you hadn’t had the time. It had worked out fine, in the midst of the end of the world, sexual frustration wasn’t your biggest concern, you’d go as far as to say it wasn’t even in the top 15. This was your third night alone in Alexandria, your group had all slept in the same house for a while before gradually settling into your own. 

“It’s been a long time since we’ve done this, huh?” you question, rubbing soap all over your body. You feel his arms wrap around you and pull your back to his chest, you lean your head back to rest on his shoulder. 

“You’re sexier every time,” he whispers, nipping at your ear. His hands grab the fat of your hips and grip it to pull you even closer.

“Really? You don’t think I looked better when we were covered in walker guts and months of filth?” You tease him, pushing away and signaling for him to turn his back to you, and begin to clean his back with a soapy towel. 

“You get prettier every day, Y/N, with or without running water,” he hums out, enjoying the soft scratch of the washcloth on his body. It had taken him a long time to get comfortable being this vulnerable, but years of relying on each other has built a trust unlike any other in his life. He trusts you fully, to see him wholly and unfiltered, who he truly was inside and out. 

 Once you both had been scrubbed you wrap your arms around his neck and push him against the wall. You brush your lips over his, testing the waters first. He grabs your face and spins you around, pressing his lips harshly against yours. You moan into his mouth and pull him closer. His arms wind around your waist when his tongue slips into your mouth, your grasp the hair at the base of his neck tightly in your fingers when you feel his leg slot between yours. 

You grind down on his leg and gasp, throwing your head back against the wall. He takes the opportunity to kiss your jaw, trailing kisses down your neck, sucking little marks on your collar bones. You feel his hand slide from your waist up your torso to grab at your breast and your hands grab at the strong muscles of his back. He kneads your soft breast before rubbing your nipple with his thumb, he places sloppy kisses on the junction of your neck and down your shoulder. You whimper and grind harder on his leg when he pinches your nipple between his fingers, Daryl kisses back up your neck and puts his hands on either side of your face, pulling it to his to kiss it harshly. 

“Please, Daryl, I want you,” you whimper against his lips, he hums into your mouth and slips his tongue into your mouth. “Daryl, please,” you whine as he willfully ignores your begging. 

You keep kissing, clawing at his back with your short nails, just trying to pull him impossibly closer to you, his arms wrap tight around your waist, holding you down on his leg to help you grind harder against his knee. One of his arms abandons your waist to grab a fistful of your wet hair and he lets it tangle around his fingers, while he kisses you even deeper. 

“You ready to get outta here, pretty girl?” He smirks at you. Before waiting for your answer he shuts the water off, grumbling about how you’re just gonna have to take another one later, and slides open the curtain. Daryl steps out and hands you a towel. 

You rush past him into the bedroom, drying off and discarding your towel, then jumping on your shared bed. He walks in a few moments later, dropping the towel he had wrapped around his waist. You whistle at him teasingly, “How on earth did I get so lucky?” 

He chuckles at you and sits on the bed beside your feet, running his hands up your calf, “I think I should be the one asking that, Y/N.” He crawls up to your body, pressing light kisses from your knees to your neck. If it weren’t for the lust in his eyes and the way he looks at you like you were prettiest damn woman he’s ever seen you might feel insecurity creeping in.

Daryl pecks your mouth, leaving you chasing his mouth until kisses back down your stomach, notching himself between your thighs. He peppers kisses all over the inside of your thighs, avoiding the one place you’re needing him the most. He finally caves, running his thumb up your slit, brushing away the soft hair that covers your cunt. 

“You’re the sexiest damn woman I’ve ever seen,” he mutters, not giving you a chance to respond before he dives in, placing one long lick from your hole to your clit. The surprise movement leaves you gasping and squeezing his head between his thighs, which he softly pushes away. He does another long lick before focusing on your clit, alternating between gentle licks and circling it with his tongue. He wraps his lips around it and sucks, smiling when he hears you whimpering above him. He goes back to gentle licks and sucks, Daryl moves farther south until licking at our hole, he looks up at you for approval and instead sees a sight so beautiful he wonders what he did to deserve this. You, your back arched the perfect amount for him to see the soft expanse of your stomach leading to your breasts that were pushed into the air, one hand grasping clumsily at one of them, pulling at your nipple. With the image of you and your salty taste on his tongue he swore he could bust right then and there. 

Daryl pushes his tongue into your hole, the mix of your wetness and his saliva creating a mess of your groin. He fucks his tongue into you, soft and steady. 

It’s so much, his wet tongue sliding in and out of you, his hands gripping your thighs, his nose nudging your clit every now and then. It was too much and not enough. You gasp out, “Oh, my god, Daryl,” between your moans and heavy breathing. “D, you feel so good, I need more, please.” 

He moves one hand from your thigh up to your mouth, pulling away to whisper, “suck on my fingers, baby.” You oblige, leaning forward eagerly to pull his thick fingers into your mouth and moan around them when he uses his other hand to squeeze your thigh. He fucks his fingers in and out of your mouth, coming up to press his mouth to yours, his tongue mingles with yours around his fingers. He pulls his fingers out and drops them to your cunt, using them to circle your clit, then sliding one inside of you, swallowing your gasps and moans in your shared kiss. He works his second finger into your pussy and abandons your lips to kiss down your chest, stopping to suck a nipple into his mouth briefly, but then continuing all the way back to your clit. Your hands grasp at his hair and push his face into your cunt, his tongue going back to playing with your clit while his eyes flicker up to see yours squeezed shut and mouth hanging open in ecstasy. Your hands wind in his hair so you have something to hold on to, his tongue and fingers making your head swim. He could ask you anything right now and you’d do it in a heartbeat as long as he didn’t stop. His fingers stretched you open just right and the drag of his knuckles in your pussy had you gasping for air. 

His fingers were fucking into you hard enough in just the right spot that you were breathless, gasping each time they hit that spot. He groaned against your cunt and it left you whining and grinding against him, his spare arm wrapped around your hips drawing you even closer and holding you still against his mouth. He pulled away from you, protests falling from your lips at his withdrawal, “You’re doin’ so good for me, Y/N, sound so fuckin’ pretty. Perfect little cunt too, you know how much I love eating your pussy, don’ ya, baby?’ He draws, pressing more kisses and sucking little marks against the sensitive parts of your thighs, while his fingers slowly thrust in and out of you. You hum in response, hands trying to pull his head back to where you want- no need him most. “I want you to tell me, Y/N, tell me what you want,’ He insists, his dark, brown eyes boring into yours. 

“You- you know what I want, honey,” you reply, face heating up, suddenly feeling almost bashful at your desperation for your partner. He pulls his fingers out of you at your less-than-satisfactory response. 

“Oh, I do, baby, trust me,” he insists. “But I need to hear you say it. I want to hear you. Don’t go getting shy on me now. There’s no reason to, I know you love when I give you head, you know how much I adore buryin’ my head between your sexy thighs, feeling them squeeze me while i devour you,” he pauses to slide his fingers back into you, smiling at your quiet moan. “Hell, you should see the mess my cock is makin’ down here, leaking all over the blanket I just washed. I’m humping the bed like a damn virgin while I’m tongue deep in your pussy, sweetheart. I can feel how close you are, clenchin’ like a vice on my fingers. Now I’d love to have you make a mess on my face, but I want you to tell me what you want first. No need in getting all bashful, sweetheart, we’ve been here a dozen times before. Want to see your pretty face when you tell me, too.”

You lean up on your elbows, head foggy with need. “Daryl, I need you to make me cum, make me- make me cum all over your face,” you manage to stutter out. “Then, I need you to fuck-” your words are interrupted by a broken gasp as he dives back in, licking and sucking at your clit for all his worth. Your arms give out from behind making you drop onto your back, arching it and trying to wriggle your hips against his hold and let out breathless praises for the man eating you out like his life depends on it. 

“Fuck! Daryl, you make me feel so good,” you gasp out when he goes back to licking circles on your clit. His fingers are curling into you just right, his tongue is circling your clit perfectly, your mind is buzzing and all you can think about is him. You feel your orgasm creeping up, warmth building and muscles tightening.  “I- I’m so close, I-, oh my god, just like that, baby. Fuck, Daryl, please!” 

You let out more whimpers and moans, a few nearly incoherent begs, although what you were begging for was unclear, all you knew is that you were so, so close to cumming on the fingers of the man you loved more than anything. Your fingers tighten their grip on his hair, which makes him groan into you and grind harder against the blanket under him, the vibrations of his groan make you buck your hips, so he tightens his hold on you. He was lapping at your cunt like it was water and he was dying of thirst. His fingers are pressing harder into you with every little thrust and you’re sobbing out as your orgasm finally washes over you. You can feel the pleasure wash over your body, making chills erupt all over you, the heat that’s been building in your core finally explodes and you’re shaking all over, back almost arching off the bed as he keeps lapping at you. You cunt is milking his fingers, legs shaking around his head as you moan out little gasps of his name. His fingers fuck you through the shock waves of your orgasm, but he doesn’t stop his movements. Your moans turn into little high pitched gasps when he pulls his fingers out of you once you stop pulsing around them, only to slide his tongue into your opening and fuck into you. It’s all too much, you can feel the rough drag of stubble on your soft inner thighs and his harsh grip on your ass as you come back down to reality. He finally lets up when you start to pull away from him and your grip on his hair loosens. He pulls away from you, his face glistening in the soft moon light peering in from the window. You grab at the back of his head and yank him into a rough kiss, tongues clash and the taste of your fluids on his lips and tongue make you moan into his mouth again. 

“You’re too good for me, Daryl, honestly. You’re so good with your mouth, I’d let you eat me out for hours,” you breathlessly praise him once he pulls away to catch his breath, letting his forehead rest on yours. 

“That can be arranged, darling,” he muses, starting to lower himself back to your pussy. 

“No! No, not right now. I need you. I need more of you. I want your cock, please, Daryl,” you stutter, desperation fogging your brain. “Lay down, let me blow you.”

“No, sunshine, I’m not gonna last that long,” he insists, hissing when your hand wraps around his aching dick, using his own precum to stroke loosely. You reach into your bedside drawer for the condoms you had placed there a few days ago, they were past the expiration date, but it’s not like you can find any new ones any more, you had both decided you might as well try to use the protection. 

“You sure?” You ask, looking at him with hooded eyes, licking your lips and ripping open the condom. 

“Yes, Y/N,” he affirms. You slide the condom down his length and then use that hand to guide his cock to your entrance. 

You can’t help but notice his shaky breath and the way his hands are shaking beside your head, “Daryl, are you sure you want to do this? We can stop now, we can go to bed, or I can jerk you off, if you’d rather wait.” 

“I want to fuck ya, it’s just. . .” he trails off. 

“Been a long time?” You finish for him. He nods to confirm your suspicion. 

Before you can respond he begins to push into you, your pussy aching as he stretches you out, feeling every vein of his cock as it fills you up to the hilt. Above you, he’s grunting, arms damn near giving out as he rests most of his weight on you. He’s grunting into your ear, muttering a quiet “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” as he adjusts to the tightness of your pussy around him, as you grind and squeeze against him, your body begging for me. 

“Hey, sunshine, look at me,” he’s leaning back to look you in the eye, once he got his bearings He brushes the hair out of your eyes, presses a kiss to your nose. “You feel good, better than I coulda imagined.” 

“Please, Daryl.”

In lieu of a response, he crashes his lips on yours. Pulling out almost completely and pushing back in with a broken moan, your hand flies to his hair as he begins to rut into you. Short, fast thrusts that leave you gasping with your arms tight around his shoulders. He slows his pace when your nails start to scratch down his back. “I-I’m not gonna last long, y/n,” he moans, pulling all the way back and then thrusting back into you hard. 

“That’s perfect, baby, please, that’s all I want. Jus’ want to make you feel good, yeah?” You pant out. Your legs wrapped tightly around him, his thrusts hitting so deep inside of you, you were seeing stars, his hips pushing flush against your own, you could feel his balls slap against your ass. He drops his head to kiss and suck on your neck, you tighten around him and reach down to rub our clit. 

Daryl’s moans and thrusts get more erratic, a sign you know means he’s close. “Fuck, baby, I-” he gasps out. 

“I know, I know, me too.” 

“I’m sorry, you just feel so damn good-” 

“Shut up and let me feel you cum inside of me,” you demand, your voice breathless and broken, he’s stretching you out so nicely and you’re rubbing fast, eager circles on our clit. “Oh- I- I’m cumming. Oh, my god, fuck! I love you so much, Daryl.” 

The rhythmic squeezing of your tight pussy and your blissed out face sent him straight over the edge, he was grunting into you as you both rode out your highs. 

Minutes later he was catching his breath, his legs shaking. “Was that worth the wait?” You joked. He laughed at you and slipped out, shaking his head at your sound of disappointment. Daryl pulled the condom off and threw it in the bin across the room. 

In the morning he awoke before you, the sun shining across your pretty hair, he could see your relaxed face, your tits sticking out of the blanket. He wondered what he ever did to deserve this, to deserve you. He’d fight through a dozen apocalypses if it meant being with you. 

[ask-the-scaredylovers]

I think you two should form a heart with your tails :3 🫶

[empressgeekt]

Trolls - Accidental Knight and the end of the world (Field of Forget-me-nots au - what if?)

Okay, so this is a what if off of second movie of the FoF au (this post), where Barb won. This was inspired by the fic "The Beginning of the End" by AnimationFan2006 on Ao3. Pls go give it a read. I highly recommend that anyone go to look at the rest of the Field of Forgetmenots au.

Now onto the plot!

Unlike in the canon au, Poppy fails to stop Barb when she and Keith escape from their cell. Rockers would swarm the stage, re-capturing the Pop Queen and trolling. Though, The Rock trolls are under the assumption that Keith is Poppy and Branch's son, so Barb decides not to turn Poppy into a rock zombie right away. With the pop "heir" under her control, the queen of rock thinks that she could raised Keith to be her puppet. Turning the kid's supposed mom in front of him would be counterproductive. She could hold Poppy's fate over Keith's head and use it to manipulate the trolling. All while slowly driving Poppy insane by taunting her with the Zombifed Branch.

However, Barb's plan doesn't get to far. Hickory feeling bad for hurting Poppy, Branch and Keith, turns traitor. He can't get to Poppy with her cell always being guarded, but he can get to Keith. The yodler would free the trolling along with Tresillo and Wani (Their crews were sadly zombified in front of them for their betrayal). It's tense between the former bounty hunters, but Tresillo still offers for Hickory to come with them, if Barb were to learn of his betrayal it wouldn't end well for him. Hickory declines, telling them to leave and when the time comes he'd act as their man on the inside. A seed of rebellion was planted then.

Keith would ask they go back to Pop village. While Wani and Tresillo are hesitant, since pop territory was now underneath Barb's control, they don't have anywhere else to go. The bounty hunters are shocked when Keith leads them to the bunker. Due to how hidden it was, the Rock trolls had completely missed the place. All of it's supplies and weapons untouched. When asked, Keith explains that his brother built this place in case of an emergency, and that their are tunnels to it from all over the forest. It's the perfect hideaway. And even better, hidden in a closet on the Apartment floor, the trio finds, DJ, CJ and Priscilla hiding. When the attack happened, CJ remembered what Keith had said about going to the bunker in emergencies.

For a month, our little group of survivors make due. Keith stepped up in ways a child really shouldn't, but the adults couldn't really stop him. None of them knew the bunker or surrounding forest like Keith. He knew where to find food, how the traps worked and where they were, and the kid was an amazing shot with his tiny bow. They get into a routine, Wani, Tresillo, and Keith would be the ones to go outside, either for supplies or to ward away Rock troops. While DJ would stay in the Bunker with the other kids.

They were safe, but that didn't mean they were okay. Keith had become a lot more quiet. His hobbies left forgotten in favor of surviving. Branch had never even wanting think of a possibility that Keith would have to take care of himself so young, but he also knew that he needed to teach Keith how to survive, so if something did happen, then Keith wouldn't have to learn through trial and error like Branch did. Keith took every on of those lessons to heart, and now he had to use them. Still it didn't stop the trolling from crying himself to sleep in his big brother's bed every night.

The other's notice Keith's change in personality, and try to help. CJ, Priscilla and DJ, trying to cheer him up, but it doesn't work and just makes Keith mad. Wani and Tresillo, were very concerned when they ask why they chose the cheering up approach, DJ just says that's how the Pop tribe deals with loss. Party it away. Neither of them are impressed, but their less forceful attempts at helping Keith aren't any more successful.

Meanwhile, outside of Pop forest, Barb had launched an assault on lands beyond troll Kingdom. Bridget and Gristle are shocked, first off their are more troll tribes, second these trolls are ready to kill them. Thankfully BergenTown has a large metal wall around its borders and a good defense system, the Rock forces can't take over for now. Bridget has tried hundreds of ways to get in contact with Poppy, but she hasn't gotten an answer. Gristle had to convince her not to leave the city to search for their friends herself, it hurt but he couldn't let her put herself at risk when they don't know what had happened. For now they'd be okay, they just needed to hold out until they had more information.

The same couldn't be said for Mount Ragous or Vacay Island. While technologically advanced, Mount Ragous was still vulnerable. Rock trolls would use the large speakers around the city against the populace, hacking them and using the sound system to transport their powercords. Destorying everything and killing everyone in their path. However, this tragedy, gave at least one of the populace a chance of freedom. Floyd would be let out by Crimp once the attack started, both of them escaping the building through the vents, and eventually the city. Or Crimp escapes the city carrying Floyd. The building would crumble as they fled, and Floyd would pass out from exhuastion after a cave in. Neither of them see the Twins again. Mount Ragous fell to the Rock trolls.

Vacay Island, never even knew the word of war, but they suddenly find themselves threatened. Bruce and Brandy, would hear of the conquest over the radio and they begin preparing for an attack. The woman and children of the Vacationers would take boats and flee their home. Not telling anyone even the family left behind, where they were going. Bruce kisses his wife and children good by, giving them the radio so they would know when it was safe to come home, and making them swear never to tell anyone that their father was a pop troll. The last thing they needed was this Queen of Rock hunting their children due to their heritage. All those left on the island, form a militia, getting ready for the inevitable attack. It's a pretty poor attempt, even Bruce would admit that, but Vacationers barely argued so it's no shock that most of them couldn't fight well. When the attack comes, they're quickly over run by Rock trolls and rock Zombies, Zombified techno trolls rising from the water and land roaming ones invade from the jungle, boxing them in. Bruce would watch in horror as his home was burned to the ground by corrupted fellow trolls. He would've died there, if it wasn't for an armadillo bus bursting onto the slaughter field.

John Dory has had a very chaotic month. He had been up in the neverglades when he heard the announcement over his radio. The pop trolls had survived, only to be slaughtered at the hands of a second tribe. At first he's mad at himself for losing hope and not searching harder, but he doesn't get to be upset at himself for long. The Neverglades were quickly seized by the Rock forces, Anglerbus would fly over, and Zombies were released into the trail. John's life is turned into a never ending fight once more. He hates using his Machette on the Zombies, they didn't chose to become this, but he has to be at peace with it. It's their lives or his, and he can't die until he knows if his brothers are alive or not. Though, their is this underlying fear that one day the Zombie at the end of his blade would be his own family. John lives in this state until, a spiky haired Rock troll find him and begs him for help.

In Volcano Rock City, Hickory hasn't been slacking. He still hasn't found a way to get the prisoners free, but he's working on it. And in the meantime, he has found and Ally. Demo never agreed with the whole conquering tribes thing, but he never said anything after all, the Rock trolls liked his organizational skills not his political opinions. He keeps silent for his own safety, but the guilt of now speaking up grows everyday. He wants to scream for everything to stop but he can't. When Hickory approaches him with an "out of town" mission, give a letter to one of his brother's friends in the Neverglades, Demo takes it. He needs an escape. Val is a little suspicious of him leaving, but doesn't think to much of it. Once in the neverglades it's like he can breath again, Demo could let out the guilt, and no longer feel like he needs to hide who he is to protect himself for a moment. It takes him a few days to find, this "John Dory", but never in his life did Demo think that his life would have been ended by a Pop troll with a machette.

John Dory is not very welcoming to the Rock troll at first. However, he feels a little bad when the troll passes out at the sight of his sword. The rock troll would be around Bitty B's age now, and John didn't want to scare him that bad. Still on safety's side, he tries up the stranger, and goes through his bag. To john surprise, inside he finds music records and tapes from other tribes (all of which were in wonderful condition), and a letter addressed to him. He isn't sure who Hickory was until the letter mentioned Dickory. John wouldn't say he was all that close with the yodlers, after all him and Dickory were only drinking buddies, but he'd treasure that note. Inside was information that Hickory had gathered in the past month. Battle plans, schedules, a map of the tribe location. This was a start of a rebellion and John would not let this go to waste. He's a little skeptical when the letter went on to ask him not to kill Demo and that the troll didn't side with his queen, but the well cared for records are proof that he didn't hate other music. Demo would come too, tied up, and after a quick interrogation, John Dory lets him come along. It also helps that Demo was very interested in hearing about Brozone. Even if the band had ended in disaster, John was still proud of his and his brothers' art, and it felt good to be apricated again. They head out to Vacay Island hoping to arrive before the invasion and warn the locals.

Bruce is shocked, but incredibly happy, when John Dory finds him. Sure, he doesn't forget about everything that went down, but he's too relieved to care. He hadn't seen any of his family in a long time, his brothers even longer. The brothers reunite with and embrace, and John pulls Bruce into Rhonda for safety. Bruce is initially worried about Demo's presence, but eventually he understands that Demo doesn't side with the conquest and was like them with no where to go. John explains that Demo brought him a connection to a man on the inside and if they play there cards right they could form a rebellion and stop the Rock trolls. Bruce wants to think John's being optimistic but he needs hope at the time, and thankfully the topic of discussion shifts to his name change and family shortly after. John tries to go back for Bruce's family, but Bruce stops him saying that even he doesn't know where they hid, in case he was capture and they wanted information out of him. When Demo asks what to do next, Bruce wants to find the rest of their brothers. John says their likely dead or captured. Demo suggests they could look around Pop village, maybe someone got away. With no better plan, they head towards pop village.

Floyd wakes up in a makeshift nest made from tattered Rageon socks, and is very confused. Crimp catches him up, the attack, how he passed out, how she found a house that wasn't fully destroyed and took shelter there, how he had been asleep for 4 days with a fever. Crimp is frazzled, more then usual, but against all odds she's trying to be cheerful in the apocalypse. Floyd is still horribly sore, tired and starving, and he does managed to get a little of the food Crimp managed to find down, but he's not taking bets with sudden nausea he has. He's shocked when Crimp told him they were attacked by Rock trolls, as far as Floyd knew King Thrash wasn't planning on conquest, not that Floyd stuck around after realizing that Pop wasn't welcome in Rock territory. He's free and he doesn't know what to do. In the bottle day after day he'd plan what he'd do the moment he was freed. He had a full list, at the top was find his brothers. However, now he wasn't sure if looking was the best idea, if Rock was conquering the rageons what else had they attacked? There were a few rumors that the pop tribe had relocated in a forest territory north of bergen town, but Floyd was too much of a coward to go at the time, other then a mention of the Neverglades John dory's location was a mystery, and he had no clues about Spruce and Clay. Crimp tries to help him sort through his thoughts while also apologizing for not helping him out of the bottle sooner. Floyd being the fucking saint that he is forgives her, and also thanks her for sneaking him food when Velvet wasn't looking. The two team up, decided to start with Pop forest. The trip is hard on Floyd, he's weak and it's hard to run from zombies after not having much room to run in a bottle. After a few days of travel he and Crimp take shelter in a cave, and then in the middle of the night an armadillo bus comes stomping through.

John really didn't mean to get lost. Demo and Bruce both think he's stupid for holding the map upside down, and he doesn't blame them. They really did get super lost. Until...

Demo: Hey, can Rhonda track things by smell?

John: *catching on* Demo you're a genies! *runs and grabs floyd's old vest*

Bruce: what? I'm confused.

John: We're going to Track Floyd Brucey!

Bruce: Oh! How'd you come up with that?

Demo: Sometimes trolls get lost in the wastelands on predator patrol, it's standard to use the bus's nose to track them when the rockers don't want to do the paper work for a missing person's report. Still it might take awhile to find you.

John: It won't take long with this! *PResses huslte button and makes both his brother and new friend regret their life choices*

They find Floyd and some living pile of shredded paper, and their reunion is a tearful one. Floyd with all the stress of his imprisonment and escape has a full blown breakdown in his brothers arms, especially when they ask where Branch is. Crimp is left to explain everything, John initally gets mad at her when she admits that she didn't help Floyd get out right away, but his anger make Floyd worse so he cools off. With Zombies closing in, and Crimp and Demo working on the map issue they get out of there, and actually start heading towards the village.

They arrive in the forest by late morning, and it's eerily quiet, most places this close to rock territory were crawling with zombies. Afer exiting Rhonda to get a close up view, they soon get their answers as to why. Bruce triggers a trap and it netted then suspended in the Air.

John: Hold on Bruce I'm going to get you down. Hold still!

Bruce: *screams and groans as he fell*

Floyd: You okay?

Bruce: Yeah, yeah I think so.

Crimp: well looks like we know why this place is so zombie-free. This net works on a pully system, with a pressure trigger designed to trap an imoblized its catch. Someone has been capturing them.

Demo: You got all that from just a net and a string?

Crimp: Oh, sorry if I rambled. I have a degree in mechanical engineering.

Bruce: Why were you working as an assistant if you have a degree in mechanical engineering?

Floyd: Not that it isn't a good question, but I think there's a more important one. If these traps are capturing Zombies, who made them?

???: Us.

Behind the group in the low hanging bush thistles was Tresillo, Wani and Keith staring at them. Demo almost immediately recognizes them.

Demo: Wait a minute I know you. You're Tresillo and Wani, leaders of the Reggaton and K-pop bounty hunting groups. You were working with Queen Barb!

Tresillo: Key word in that sentence Rock troll, "were". Herpantalones locos reales can go shove her money up her culo.

Wani: She burned that bridge when she took our families from us.

Demo: Fair enough, and you-you're the prince

Keith looked away.

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Well I'm going to have to split this up into two parts. Hopes this helps ya'll during the Ao3 shut down!!!

[aziraphales-hoe]

so i finally stopped procrastinating and drew crowley’s version…

Here’s the aziraphale version :

[ceruleanwhore]

As someone who has never liked Jin since I first started ikepri, I recently was convinced to attempt to make my way through his romantic route after reading @randonauticrap’s wonderful and very compelling fanfic about him and now, as I finish his story, I wanted to take a very long minute to talk about it. I’d like to start with a bit of context before really getting into things, though. (Major spoilers for Luke and Jin’s routes below the cut.)

A few months ago, I saw a post somewhere on here that mentioned what, for me at the time, was a massive spoiler, that Jin killed Luke’s sister. At the time, I was in the middle of another route so I immediately took to YouTube to find a playlist of Jin’s route because my thought at the time was that I wanted to read it. However, I very quickly decided that I hated it, and then I kind of just flipped through some of the following chapters, kind of scanning for the stuff with Luke’s sister and not finding it, so then I just ended up skipping to the last 8 chapters and slogging through those. It is also worth mentioning that the only ending on YouTube was his dramatic ending.

Now, that whole experience sucked beyond belief and I came out of it deeply, passionately hating Jin because really all I saw was his awful, disrespectful behavior at the very beginning and that horrid shit he pulls both in ch 19 and then in the actual ending. A while after this whole ordeal, I did get around to reading Luke’s route, which made me hate Jin even more because, in the part where Jin is finally explaining what happened on Bloodstained Rose Day and we get his own flashback, there’s no dialogue, like he pulls this injured little girl from the rubble and then just slices her throat without her ever saying anything. Between that and what sure seemed like sexism from what bits and pieces of Jin’s route I’d seen, it gave me this idea that Leyla was straight up unconscious and he just decided to slice her throat like that because, in truth, he just wanted her out of the way and didn’t want to have to deal with her during the fighting but obviously he’d tell himself that it was for her sake or some shit. There’s still a bunch I’m missing with that but I’m about to get way more into this shit so I’m not concerned, but tldr I fucking hated this guy and I thought he was the worst kind of scum coming out of Luke’s route, especially since so many other people in the fandom have talked about how much he gives them the ick.

So now, at the end of his romantic route, I still don’t like him and I really think I was just bewitched by the beautiful things that @randonauticrap has written about him, but I don’t truly hate him anymore. I think I’m going to just list off my issues with his character as quickly as possible to just really show how much there is that I take issue with here without going on about it for an eternity.

First is the way he talks about women (i.e. comments about how he’s never seen such an impressive “rack” before.) More importantly, there’s how he’s sexualizing women in totally inappropriate contexts where there really aren’t any women present, like when he’s training his troops or when he goes to deal with that issue on the border and is addressing those kids from Obsidian. This particularly is disturbing to me because there’s already a longstanding history of men conflating sexual violence with the violence of war and for Jin to, however unintentionally, draw that direct of a connection between fighting in war and having sex with women is something I cannot abide by.

Also with his lack of respect of women is how he demands and abuses Emma’s time at the start of his route. It’s bad enough to put her in that god-awful position in the first place with Sariel and all that, but to then drag her away from the hard work she has to put in because of him just to make her spend an entire day watching him go around hitting on other women is beyond disrespectful. The other thing that really irks me is how he continues to hit on Emma after she’s made it super clear that, unlike the women he has relations with, she truly believes that such relations exclusively accompany real feelings. He acknowledges that she’s a true romantic and then is out here like “where’s my hug” and it makes me feel violent. I originally wasn’t totally against how he talks to women, since in canon all those faceless nameless side characters he fucks seem to be into it and I thought he was a consent king who stops if the woman clearly isn’t interested and only ever pursues women who are really into what he’s offering but apparently not.

Then there’s everything with Clause 99. First off, him putting in the clause basically reflects that his biggest fear is history repeating itself with his parents’ relationship and Clause 99 puts ALL of that responsibility on the women who will serve as Belle in the future. Secondly, this is backed by his hypocritical behavior throughout the different routes. In Luke’s route, he outright encourages Luke to pursue Emma in spite of making this clause and he easily yields to his other brothers when, in their own routes, they decide they want to revoke the clause, and yet Emma herself gets Clause 99 looming over her head throughout all of the routes. The conclusion which I believe is actually meant to be canon with this is that women are fragile little flowers who need extra special protection from the big, bad men and they need a fucking man to provide that protection. Rather than putting in any amount of effort at all whatsoever to make himself and his brothers and future generations of their family better, he’s putting all this serious, overwhelming pressure on the women. Also, the clause does jack shit to help mitigate the development of such emotions, so it literally just serves to put pressure and responsibility on women about things beyond their control while accomplishing nothing other than turning them into scapegoats.

Okay so then I really need to talk about Luke’s sister. So, as I started to talk about before, I now know that the flashback in Luke’s route was incomplete and that Leyla did actually beg for death, but even with that being the case there are still some major ethical issues here. For example, can a ~8 year old child have the bodily autonomy to actually request assisted suicide and should they? Does said child have enough knowledge of pain and injury to know when they’re actually about to die or not? Should a grown ass man actually heed a child’s request for death without even so much as having a doctor spare said child a glance first? But then after he killed her, he went and stole her body to go bury her in the woods, clearly just deciding that her dead body should go to him to use to try and make himself feel better. Those graves that are hidden where only he can find them do nothing for Leyla or for Luke; they exclusively exist for Jin. They are there solely for him to use to try and alleviate his guilt over time, like props. 

Then, there’s the part in Luke’s route where he discovers the truth about Jin, so Jin takes him on a walk to those graves and tells the story of how he killed Leyla before he then tries to get Luke to kill him. Once again, this has nothing at all to do with trying to give Luke justice or closure and it has everything to do with Jin making everything about himself. There’s even a bit in there where Jin basically phrases it like he’s asking Luke to do him a favor and hear him out, making it clear that this is not at all for Luke’s benefit. Likewise, if he really cared about Luke getting real, meaningful justice and closure, he wouldn’t be trying to get Luke to murder him, putting all that blood directly on his hands, giving him further pain and trauma, and also ensuring that Chevalier would then kill Luke because of course he would.

Another thing I want to add, going off of that, is how very badly Jin sucks at conflict resolution, which we see multiple times between his route and Luke’s, whether it’s his conflict with Luke or how he handles shit so utterly fucking terribly with Emma or even that bullshit at the border with Obsidian at the end of his route. This man isn’t just shit at conflict resolution, he’s thoroughly proven that all attempts he makes at it are just variations of the same shit: self sacrifice fueled by ego dressed up to look like it’s heroic and really meant for the benefit of others that only actually harms those it’s supposedly meant to protect.

So I think my final takeaway with his character is that he is inherently very selfish but he has no self awareness about that selfishness and genuinely believes everything he’s doing is for other people. Another thing I want to talk about is that I saw a video the other day that also has softened my overall feelings about Jin, and that video was talking about the lack of self awareness of male feminists. This video talke about how some of these men who are out here making online content around ‘educating’ other men about feminism and respecting women will sometimes share this sentiment like “women have all been traumatized by the bad men out there so you just need to be patient with them” and how condescending it is. The issue here is that, when men say this, they are refusing to acknowledge that even as a good ol feminist ally, their own behavior can come across as sexist and they themselves can give us the ick or make us feel unsafe. 

I bring this up because, with Jin, I originally thought he was a sexist dick hiding behind a very thin facade of “but I love women,” but now I think it really is just a complete lack of self awareness where, like the men that video talked about, he sees himself as a feminist who loves women, so he doesn’t see how his words and actions can make it seem as though he’s violently sexist. So, to sum everything up, when I first found @randonauticrap’s stuff and then subsequently decided to read Jin’s story, I genuinely hated him because I saw him as dangerously sexist and selfish but now, as I finish his route, I don’t like him but I no longer hate him the way I did. Now I see him as capable of change and I think that like after the end of the story, a good person like the one he’s in a relationship with could successfully help him grow and change into a better person.

[attadale]

Spiritually burnt out reader + sweet caring John :( <3

Spoiler for the chosen2, fem!reader, worried John, maybe not canonically accurate (??), def should count my writing as a warning💀, english is not my first language, not proofread!!

Note: It is hard (specially as we start to believe and live for Christ) to not have at least one burn out when we (for example) feel like we cannot accomplish God's commandments; making us feel like a dissapointment to him. When he is more than faithful and willing to forgive us ♡

Your flesh is completely dried out in these terms; your spirit willing to fight contrary to a body where you remain, in which you live everyday, with it's great and not so great feelings.

Your spirit so burnt out it manifests through the low energy John watches you walk with, the one you speak with and it's an endless worry to watch your eyebags turn your eyes so dull. To not be able to hug this broken spirit you carry; the load is such that it looks heavy on your back even though this is beyond physical.

The worry threads through his hands when he puts them over your pale skin. He prays with you, unable to not keep eyes open when he is aware yours are closing sadly. You look so softly tired; but actually too tired. Your faith remains in a string and he reminds himself to strengthen it before it's too late. Because it's a scary thought that somehow brings him hope. Because it does mean hope.

You have faith.

“I chopped too many slices,” you look up at him, eyes droopy and heavy. Putting a stop to the previous task.

“It's ok, love, I would eat them all if it's you who cooked.”

You laugh at his loveliness. John would eat food made ashes if it's you who cooked them. If it meant something to his lovely wife; even though you always cleared up how bad your cooking might be.

“John, I never cook. I don't know how to,” you admit childishly, actually lamenting not knowing how to.

He picks up on your dissapointing tone just as soon as he wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer by the hip. It is pleasurable; to know John supports your body, as much as your mind, and your mind as much as your spirit, your center.

You lean even more into him, subconsciously seeking his warmth. You feel how you can't sink further and disappear in him as desperately as you want to. Your head is buried on his chest, and he melts, cheek comically pressing against the crown of your head.

Both of you stay like this for a while. He swings you back and forth and recalls the times you did so. A very sudden heaviness on his heart as he acknowledged how many times you held him like this; when James was gone; Sometimes John wouldn't shower, he wouldn't eat, wouldn't move.

You inhale and exhale exhaustingly, the puff of breath warming John's heart, resting in the depths of his chest. And in the silence comes up the presence of a third among the household; among you and John.

Your breaths take away all recordable sound, and your spirit takes in all non tangible presence. He is here, I am here, this is healing, you think to yourself. You get lost between John and His warmth. Then your mind races back to what you call reason, awakening in a peace that is aware of the issues you need to address, but is faithful; He is faithful.

John is muttering words you then comprehend as praying. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders with your body still trapped in the hug, some circles soothed over the fabric of his tunic with your palms, faintly massaging the skin underneath it.

John smiles relieved, eyes lovely as you state “amen” after the prayer ends.

[dont-quit-your-day-job]

What's everyone's favorite song so far?

SORRY this page went dead (ha ha) for like a million years I lost the login to the blog and Victor lost the login to the email the blog is registered to and it was a whole thing. Plus we recorded. Some Things. Cant say much just yet. ;)

[grimgoregrimoire]

It would take 262,954,560 books laid down lengthwise to circle the earth.

It would then take the average person 215,983 years, 6 months, and 14 days to read all of those.

You guys are more than welcome to check my math, I'm like 95% sure it's right 😅 (The average novel in the US is 6 inches tall. Earth is approximately 1,577,727,360 inches around.)

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FFS (Fun facts Saturday) 23/03/24

[jake-kiszkas-smirk]

The danny fic is becoming a little more lengthy than I anticipated...it will be done tomorrow

[lupucs]

Undyne tries to be a good lab partner to Alphys but then Frisk shows up with some newfound skills 🐟🦖 Made with Blender!

| Music: [Track 1] [Track 2] | Watch on Youtube |

[hybrix-hidings]

Honestly everyone give it up for repulsed aces/aros. Yall get so much shit for having boundaries and its frustrating to watch. You're all getting sent complimentary gift baskets

[nolongerlucid]

Jajajaja

[ashwii]

Okay now that booping is sorta kinda outta the way for the day, it's Donnie's turn :DD continuing on with the idea of "S3 finale designs" -w-

S3 finale Leo!

[separatist-apologist]

Genuinely, and I mean this kindly, but learning to recognize bait and not engaging with it will change your fandom experience.

[aziraphales-hoe]

Since tw*tt*r is acting up imma migrate to tumblr and so I offer y’all an aziraphale fanart I drew last week

[heavyheavycream]

PART 1 of @pokefan-fa 's huuge feederism commission!