#looking for rpg forum

[clockworkdragonffxiv]

I need a new RPG forum

I've been posting at the same one for over a decade but lately have run afoul of the mods, who apparently are increasingly bored and make up for this by slapping increasingly draconian bans on stuff like "cracking a joke in response to another joke about middle management being a bit redundant" or calling a pattern of "religious group attacks" being that one time in 2016 I posted a meme about Tikaliik and got slapped with a two week ban and threats of permaban for, quote, "making group attacks on religion." Or when I bemoaned how civil servants were being cowards for following orders from a certain screamy orange man instead of abiding by their oaths I was accused of group attacks.

Note that literally every member of my family since about 1910 has worked in the public sector as a civil servant. Myself included. I think I have the right to have strong feelings on the matter of public fucking service.

Meanwhile they also ban people for flat-out made-up offenses, as in the offenses are words that they made up themselves and aren't real words. And after a flurry of bans for this new offense - that may or may not be listed in the rules - it's never used ever again. Recently they banned two long term members for, and I quote, "centering discussions on themselves" when they responded to a post by going "Well, in my experiences, [their experiences in dealing with this situation]."

But I often feel like this is the "pattern of behavior" they're describing:

Look, I don't even, broadly speaking, disagree with the mods views on plenty of things. But that's not the issue here, is it? It's this bizarre and capricious reactionary behavior combined with ominous threats. I mean, I get it. I've been a mod on a major site (and was terrible at it). But there's a thin skinned lack of ability to just roll their eyes and go "Yeah, yeah, everyone thinks they're a comedian."

Though that response would probably get a ban for group attacks for implying that people are funny, like some kind of humorous clown, like they're a ridiculous thing, like they're not worth taking seriously. Banhammered.

Which is a lot of fun when you interface with the world through sarcasm and humor and can't help but be a smartass.

So I'm about fed up. And I don't feel like going to some other forum where it's just a cesspool of "MAH FREE SPEECH MEANS I CAN BE A RACIST TRANSPHOBIC HOMOPHOBIC CUNT!"

Man, I just wanna talk about video games and D&D and science and history and politics and stuff which isn't so far up it's own ass that it's transformed into some sort of mobius, has an actual sense of humor (I mean actual sense of humor, not "LULZ triggered" hogwash), and has intelligent conversation. I'm not really much for Discords as I can't keep up with them and they're too distracting. I like forums. Maybe I'm just old, but I do.

Any advice?

[raveledits]

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merci pour le tag @rollinginthedeep-swan <3 (et d'avoir créé le challenge !)

je tag des gens mais c'est que si vous le sentez, et si vous voyez ce post et que vous êtes inspirés, faites-le! (même les non-grapheurs) : @gerard-menjoui, @etangsnrs, @skatevibetm, @awonaa, @chioexe <3

[spckschapel]

⊹ ̊. 📷｡ᵎᵎ Simone Ashley (1995)

crédit: spckschapel

[k0nstanta]

i’m sure someone’s asked already but what are you using to make your game? i’m trying to get into making games currently and want to scout out some programs to use 8) love your work & keep on keepin’ on!!

hi! i'm using rpg maker 2003 for the game itself, and aseprite for sprites and tiles.

i feel like rm2k3 is a very easy program to work in once you get past the initial stage of getting familiar with the interface. there's a lot of tutorials on youtube, but here's a playlist of those that i watched myself: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLCV8nmYoOi4Ga8xbJvqSo4XYA4M2SC7zh&si=jyocZnixOnmM1QW-

they're pretty short but they get straight to the point.

thank you! good luck with game making :)

[swgzl]

[ ATEEZ ] _ Wooyoung

[sergeantjessi]

every so often i am reminded that i cannot escape little 12 years old me and honestly. it's fine. i hope she's proud of me.

[hexiva]

Roleplay Is Not Dead Nor Doth It Sleep

There's a post going around about how text-based, freeform roleplay is dead, and I was typing up a huge response to this, with an accompanying guide on how to find roleplayer in 2024, when I realized it might have a bigger reach if I made it its own post. So here's that guide.

I hesitate to say that there isn't a problem with the new format of social media making roleplay more difficult to find, but in the desire to make that point, the OP of the original post has left people with the idea that there's no way for them to get into freeform text roleplay in 2024. Which just isn't true! Here, look at all the ways.

Forums

The link to RPG-Directory to find roleplaying forums is a good start. Once you've found a forum RPG, even if you don't join, there's usually an 'advertising' section on that forum where other forum RPGs post their ads - this may help you to find forums that don't advertise on RPG-D.

Another really good forum to find roleplay on is Barbermonger. Barbermonger is focused on connecting people for one-on-one roleplays.

This last one's going to be weird, but it turns out that there are still people seeking roleplay on the Gaia Online forums after all these years. I think this is delightfully retro and then crowd there seems a little older than average. No pre-existing knowledge of Gaia required.

Tumblr

You can also find forum roleplay groups (as well as tumblr and Discord groups) right here on Tumblr. Usually, the thing to do is to use the search function - search for "[genre] rp" or "[fandom] rp" and sort by "latest." (If you sort by Top, you are likely to find dead RPs.) For example, here's fantasy rp, historical rp, and marvel rp. You can also try jcink rp, as most roleplay forums are hosted on Jcink these days, or discord rp, depending on your favored platform.

There are also tumblr blogs specifically dedicated to advertising roleplays. I'm not super familiar with these nowadays, but just in the process of searching those tags above, I found these:

Jcink Tinder

RPG Adverts

RPings

There are more, I just don't know them off the top of my head.

Reddit

Listen, don't run away, I swear it's good now - I swear Reddit is good now -

Reddit is a good place to find Discord roleplays. It's a little heavier on smut-only roleplays than other platforms mentioned here, but it's not impossible to find sexless, plot-based roleplay here either. Most ads are for one on one RP, but you can find groups mixed in here too. The big subreddits for text-based freeform RP seem to be:

r/DiscordRP

r/RoleplayPartnerSearch

r/roleplaying

r/Roleplay

Some of these have weird rules about what you can put in your ad, and I don't remember which ones, so read carefully and don't get discouraged if your ad is initially removed.

Discord

In 2024, Discord is by far the biggest and most popular platform for roleplay, and it has its own native roleplay advertising hubs. Here are a bunch:

roleplay partner hub

Rockin Roleplay

The Roleplay Garden

roleplay help

the roleplay connection

RP Central

Roleplay Central

Roleplay Hub

Barbermonger also has a Discord server

Roleplay Meets: Reborn

RP Hub

The Scribes Guild

DM Rp Village

cherry blossom! roleplay hub

DM-RP

Roleplay Round Table (21+)

The Historical Syndicate (specifically for historical roleplay)

The Roleplayer's Directory

If you can't find the Discord roleplay you want on here, you can also try Discord hub websites, like Disboard. These work similar to tumblr tags - search for [genre] rp or [fandom] rp.

Other

The original post specifically mentions that 'all the old "omegle but for role play" type websites died out ages ago'. This is mostly true, but not quite! There's still Rolechat. It's a little janky, but what it needs more than anything is a bigger user base. Their Discord server is also a good place to find one on one discord roleplay. It is, of course, free, but if you want to support its development, they have a patreon.

Please reblog this post, and add your own tips on how to find roleplay!

[thydungeongal]

People talk about Gygax like he was a prophet from an era before written record, with unknowable wisdom and inscrutable knowledge.

As opposed to, y'know, a fairly racist guy with bad RPG opinions who posted his every thought to an easily-accessible web forum.

Yeah, like Gygax did manage to capture lightning in a bottle with D&D and make a completely different type of game than anything before it, and the original game is a fun albeit simple game. But even then he had other contributors and I think it's very clear even from his first work that he was not a very good writer and desperately needed an editor. AD&D just further enhances this impression because the text is really opaque in a "trying really hard to sound smart" kind of way (but even that one has occasional flashes of "oh hey that's a cool idea.") If you look at his output from when he was forced out of TSR and started making other games it quickly becomes clear that he was not some genius auteur designer. It's cool that he helped lay the groundwork for D&D and the wider TTRPG hobby, but there's no need to lionize him, especially since even from the beginning making D&D a household brand was a group effort.

Also like the racism and sexism is damning in and of itself but the guy was also kind of an ass towards his colleagues.

[greenbubblefactory]

Matchup for @ochirukajitsu

Congratulations you have a match with..

Idia Shroud !

★Idia Shroud never expected to get attached to anyone at Night Raven College. People were exhausting, unpredictable, loud. He preferred his room, his games, the comforting glow of his monitors over real-life socialization. That was the plan to get through school with minimal interaction and zero attachments.

★Then you happened.

★At first, you were just someone he noticed in passing, another student who didn’t seem too keen on socializing either. That was fine. But what wasn’t fine was how interesting you were. Your Vkei-inspired aesthetic made you look like some mysterious NPC from an obscure gothic RPG, the kind with hidden lore and tragic backstories. You were quiet, intense, always with headphones on, as if the world wasn’t worth acknowledging.

★Which was exactly why Idia refused to acknowledge how much he started noticing you.

★He told himself he was just observing from a safe distance. That was normal. Totally normal. It wasn’t like he was intrigued by the way your sharp, blunt words could cut through nonsense like a well-placed attack in a Soulslike boss fight. Or that he admired how you seemed completely unbothered by social expectations, disappearing whenever you felt like it, making it clear that you owed nothing to anyone.

★And it definitely wasn’t like he started seeking out your presence on purpose. Nope. No way.

★But then one day, he overheard you talking about Fear and Hunger. And that was the beginning of the end.

★Idia had been content staying in the background, but the moment you mentioned the game’s brutal mechanics, something in his brain short-circuited. Before he could stop himself, he interrupted.

★"Wait—you actually like Fear and Hunger? And you think the atmosphere is top-tier horror??"

★You looked at him. Not in the way most people did, either not with judgment or confusion, but with actual interest. And then you started talking. About RPG mechanics, game design, dungeon synth, and all the things Idia had convinced himself no one else in NRC cared about.

★That was it. That was the moment.

★Idia never thought he'd meet someone who could match his energy in a conversation. Someone who could keep up with his rapid-fire game analysis, who had hyperfixations as deep as his, who could rant for hours about their favorite topics without losing steam.

★For the first time, Idia wasn’t just rambling into the void. He was talking to someone who got it.

★After that, things changed. He started seeking you out more. He found himself checking online forums to see if you had posted anything about new game releases. He made playlists with your favorite metal and Vkei artists, secretly listening to them on repeat.

★And then there was your gift-giving.

★Idia wasn’t used to receiving things. Not personal things, at least. So when you casually handed him a handmade trinket,a tiny keychain of Ortho, crafted with intricate detail,he froze. His brain went completely blank. His hair flickered pink. He had no idea what to say.

★(Ortho, of course, immediately started teasing him. “Big Brother, your hair is pink! Are you overheating? Do you need assistance?”)

★That moment was the first of many.

★You weren’t good with words, and you didn’t like physical affection, but your gifts spoke volumes. Little handmade accessories, carefully drawn sketches of him, customized details on your DIY fashion that were meant just for him. Every single one made Idia feel like his system was experiencing critical errors.

★It was too much. Too much thoughtfulness. Too much care.

★And worse? He liked it.

★So he started returning the favor. He wasn’t great at making physical things, but he was a coder, a gamer, a digital artist. So he did what he knew best,he coded a custom game for you, one where you were the protagonist, battling through a gothic-inspired dungeon, with hand-drawn enemies and lore written just for you.

★He didn’t say anything when he sent you the link. Just casually dropped it into your inbox like it was no big deal.

★(Meanwhile, Ortho watched in the background, shaking his head at his brother’s complete inability to handle emotions properly.)

★It was easy to fall into a comfortable routine.

★You weren’t the type to force conversation. You understood his social battery issues because you had your own. If either of you ditched plans, neither took it personally. You just sent a single text “Not today. Low energy.” and that was that. No pressure. No expectations. Just mutual understanding.

★When you did spend time together, it was always on your own terms. Late-night gaming marathons, silent crafting sessions where you customized clothing and he worked on code, long walks under the moonlight with a single pair of headphones shared between you.

★Idia liked knowing you were there. Even if you weren’t talking, even if you were just existing in the same space, it was enough.

★But then came the realization.

★The stupid, frustrating, terrifying realization that Idia had caught feelings.

★It didn’t hit him all at once. It built up over time,watching you beat an impossible boss fight, catching you smiling to yourself while sketching, noticing how you always remembered tiny details about him.

★And then there was the way you treated Ortho.

★You never dismissed him, never treated him like an afterthought. You listened to him, included him, respected him. And that was when Idia knew.

★Knew that he was completely, hopelessly screwed.

★His brain went into overdrive. What was he supposed to do? You were cool, independent, a little scary in the best way. And him? He was just some awkward shut-in with bad posture and zero romantic experience.

★So, like any self-respecting coward, he tried to ignore it.

★It didn’t work.

★Because every time you casually handed him another handmade gift, or mentioned a tiny detail about him that he’d forgotten he even said, or just existed in his space without making him feel like he had to change…

★His hair flickered pink. Again. And again. And again.

★(Ortho started keeping a counter.)

★Maybe Idia wasn’t meant to be a protagonist in a love story. Maybe he wasn’t meant to be a bold, confident romantic lead. But… maybe that was okay. Maybe you didn’t need grand gestures or sappy speeches. Maybe all you needed was someone who understood that love doesn’t always need words.

★Maybe love could be silent companionship, carefully curated playlists, and a custom-coded game for you.

★And if that was the case… then Idia Shroud was pretty sure he’d just found his favorite side quest.

English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes!

[82mitsu]

Previously translated pair names that had been posted to Twitter. However corrections had to be made (misinterpretations & an instance of mistranslation), so this is version 2.

Note: This is the only translated thing I will be posting, I am not off hiatus. I had been meaning to archive this before my hiatus, but I also had to fix some things, which is why there was a delay.

Please consult to this post only regarding pair name translations done by me (82mitsu), any other posts or reposts you might see of this chart is the older version. (Previous version has been deleted, but I'm unaware how far the information had spread.)

If any other corrections need to be made, feel free to contact me and I'll make them as soon as possible.

Below follows an extreme lengthy TL note breaking down some pair names, it's a lot of text, so be warned once you unfold the read more.

A lot of research went into these due to 18TRIPs tendency to mix up words, use Gen-Z slang that hasn’t been picked up by everyone yet (or limited to TikTok) and make up their own words (“Omotenashisto” -> “Hospitalister”). I used dictionaries, searched forum results, looked up how people use these words on social media, went TikTok digging, etc.

I tried my best to localize in a way that should make sense even without added context. I only explained the ones that I thought might needed some more back-up in a cultural sense or because it was a specific JPN thing. Thus, not everything has been explained. However, I hope things are clearer compared to the first version that was posted. For Renga & Yukikaze: For ぽゆぽゆ (poyupoyu) there is no definition or anything for this word, but from context clues and digging through how people used it, I deduced that it means something soft and squishy like a plushie or cheeks, so to say. For Renga & Liguang: かりそめの宿縁 (karisome no shukuen) is a Japanese saying about a fated connection of bond that only lasts for a brief moment, but leaves a deep impact on your life. For Renga & Raito: Party is mispelled in the katakana as “paachii” and not the usual “paatii”. Renga has a tendecy to say English words wrong. While “friends” is spelled the correct way, both words have been “mispelled” to drive the point home. For Renga & Kinari: なぁぜなぁぜ (naaze, naaze) is JPN Gen-Z slang from Tiktok. It’s a statement made as an act for complaining, with a bit of sarcasm and irony thrown in at times. Like, “I said I wanna diet but I ate a big meal anyway! なぁぜなぁぜ” or “I’m an idol but I get more anxious doing improv than performances! なぁぜなぁぜ”. Best way I can describe the usage in this context is Renga is throwing a bit of a self-aware tantrum as to why Kinari would correct him. (As mentioned earlier, he isn’t good at English). I guessed a close equivalent would be “nuh-uh”, since that is a dismissal of someone else’s opinion without actual good reason, even if the other person has a point. For Renga & Netaro: まんまん (manman) means “a lot” but I also believe it’s a reference to meatbuns (nikuman). For Kafka & Yodaka: Hanbei is Takenaka Shigeharu, a Japanese samurai from the Sengoku era. He was known for being Toyotomi Hideyoshi’s strategist. For Liguang & Yodaka: 闘牌伝 (touhaiden) is related to Mahjong stuff. 闘牌伝 seems to be an old timey Mahjong video game with RPG elements. Rekka is a fighting game term, and I will quote the website The Fighting Game Glossary by Infil on this: “A type of special move that has multiple stages, as long as you input more commands to continue the sequence. Not all multi-part specials can be called rekkas though; a rekka tends to have exactly three distinct parts and will move your character forward along the ground with each new input.”  For Akuta & Nanaki: They went to the same kindergarten and were grouped together in the “Oden Class”. Japanese kindergartens, from my understanding from researching, tend to have a name for their class, rather than a number. To give an idea what such names could be, in 2019 the website hyenasclubs hosted a poll of most commonly used names for classes, and the top 3 were “baby chick” (hiyoko), “peach” (momo) and “dandelion” (tanpopo). For Akuta & Muneuji: My take on はっけよい輝矢部屋 (hakkeyoi kaguya heya) is a bit of an elaborate bit joking with Princess Kaguya of the Moon (from Tale of the Bamboo Cutter) because I was wondering why they suddenly opted for Muneuji’s last name instead of first. (I might’ve also just overestimated Kaguya Heya being some joke on Kaguya Hime). Hakkeyoi is what a referee shouts at the start of a sumo wrestling match. For Akuta & Ushio: I think ポジティブに腕押し (positive ni ude oshi) is a take on 暖簾に腕押し (noren ni ude oshi) that means something has no effect or is pointless. Lit. it means “pushing a curtain with one's arm”.    For Akuta & Tao: Akuta Nine is a joke on the baseball movie Gyakkyo Nine which is an adaptation of the manga of the same series, I believe. The movie is referred to as GK9, hence I made it AKT9.  For Akuta & Ryui: The original is OYAxKOBU which comes from 親分子分 (oyabunkobun) meaning “boss and his underlings”. Akuta also calls Ryui by “Oyabun”.

For Kiroku & Nanaki: Weebs who watch highschool anime should be familiar with this, but emergency staircase refers to the hallway stairs in a JPN highschool that are sometimes used as chilling out spots by students. For Kiroku & Chihiro: TuRyStA is the clothing brand they wear. 18TRIP has a various selection of clothing brands, which each character having a preference for one or another. For Kiroku & Yodaka: Zhao Yun, as quoted by Wikipedia, “was a military general who lived during the late Eastern Han dynasty and early Three Kingdoms period of China.” For Ushio & Raito: Some heavy freedom was taken with バスボムしゅわリスト (basubamu shuwaristo). After considering how to approach it in the most sensical way, I decided to translate it as “bubblist” due the other options being “hand sign list” or “bubble list”. I thought リスト might function as in -ist, like dentist, artist, guitarist. しゅわ comes from しゅわしゅわ which means bubbly. Although bubblist isn’t not that common, it is sometimes referred to entertainers that do bubble performances (in English). And I think it made more sense than “hand sign list” or “bubble list” to say the least. This was also taking in consideration how 18TRIP, as explained in the intro, gets very creative with its language usage. For Raito & Nagi: Mandarin ducks symbolize “soulmates” of some kind in China. In other words, Mandarin Duck Touring is more along the lines of “Motorcycle touring soulmates”. However, I find the mandarin duck reference and interesting pull compared to just “soulmates”, so it was kept as is. For Kinari & Ryui: “Super Darling Gap Inspection” is more along the original lines. “Gap” in Japanese is usually used in the context of when someone acts one way, but unexpectedly, can act a different way. Ex. A very shy person shows they can be super vulgar, that can be considered a “gap” of some kind. In English, people are more familiar with “gap moe”, thus gap moe was used. For Tao & Nagi: Might be a reference to Yokohama’s Zo-no-hana (Elephant Nose) Park. For Toi & Yodaka: The original is more along the lines of, in the most literal sense, “going around raisins circle (of friends).” Toi likes raisins, but Yodaka doesn’t, so Yodaka passes them onto Toi. I’ve turned into on a play on “sharing is caring” since that’s a common concept in English.

[esperderek]

New RPG.net owner liked tweets from RFK Jr, Tucker Carlson, and more...

Just left RPG.net, that venerable old tabletop rpg forum, a forum that I've been a part of for 20+ years.

Recently (in March), it was bought by RPGMatch, a startup aiming to do matchmaking for TTRPGs. In the past couple of days, despite their many reassurances, I got it into my head to look up the new owner Joaquin Lippincott, and lucky for me he has a Twitter! (Or X, now, I guess.)

Yeah...the first warning bell is that his description calls him a 'Machine learning advocate', and his feed is full of generative AI shit. Oh, sure, he'll throw the fig leaf of 'AI shouldn't take creative jobs.' here and there, but all-in-all he is a full-throated supporter of genAI. Which means that RPGnet's multiple assurances that they will never scrape for AI...suspect at best.

Especially, when you check out his main company, https://www.metaltoad.com/, and find that his company, amongst other services, is all about advising corporations on how to make the best use of generative AI, LLMs, and machine learning. They're not the ones making them, but they sure are are helping corps decide what jobs to cut in favor of genAI. Sorry, they "Solve Business Problems."

This, alone, while leaving a massive bad taste in my mouth, wouldn't be enough, and apart from his clear love of genAI his feed is mostly business stuff and his love of RPGs. Barely talks politics or anything similar.

But then, I decided to check his Likes, the true bane of many a people who have tried to portray themselves as progressive, or at least neutral.

And wow. In lieu of links that can be taken down, I have made screenshots. If you want to check it yourself, just find his Twitter feed, this isn't hidden information. (Yet.)

Here's him liking a conspiracy theory that the War on Ukraine is actually NATO's fault, and it's all a plan by the US to grift and disable Russia!

Here's him liking Robert F. Kennedy Jr. praising Tucker Carlson interviewing Vladimir Putin!

Here's him liking a right wing influencer's tweet advancing a conspiracy theory about Hunter Biden!

Former Republican candidate Vivek Ramaswamy talking about how he wants to tear down the Department of Education and the FDA (plus some COVID vaccine conspiracy theory thrown in)

Sure did like this Tucker Carlson video on Robert Kennedy Jr... (Gee, I wonder who this guy is voting for in October.)

Agreeing about a right-wing grifter's conspiracy theories... (that guy's Twitter account is full of awful, awful transphobia, always fun.)

Him liking a tweet about someone using their own fathers death to advance an anti-vaxx agenda! What the fuck! (This guy was pushing anti-vax before his father's death, I checked, if you're wondering.)

So, yes, to sum it up, RPG.net, that prides itself as an inclusive place, protective it's users who are part of vulnerable groups, and extremely supportive of creators, sold out to a techbro (probably)libertarian whose day job is helping companies make use of generative AI and likes tweets that advance conspiracy theories about the Ukraine war, Hunter Biden, vaccines, and others. Big fan of RFKjr, Carlson, and Putin, on the other hand.

And, like, shame on RPG.net, Christopher Allen for selling to this guy, and the various admins and mods who spent ages reassuring everything will be okay (including downplaying Lippincott's involvement in genAI). Like, was no research into this guy done at all? Or did y'all not care?

So I'm gone, and I'm betting while maybe not today or tomorrow, things are going to change for that website, and not for the best for anyone.

[raveledits]

j'ai essayé le challenge moins d'une heure de @rollinginthedeep-swan et ils sont clairement moins travaillés que d'hab mais j'ai le même sentiment que quand tu sors super en avance d'un exam ? 10/10, je recommande.

[hearts-and-heroes]

I’m unsure if this is still active but what game engine did you guys use to make hearts and heroes? :3 I’m looking to make something similar so I’m intrigued 🥰

Also to this day, this game is still my favorite to play 💙

Hi there! So glad to hear you're still enjoying the game :).

We used RPG Maker VX Ace. There are tons of resources and forums out there to help you get started! Best of luck :)).

[existentialterror]

Hi light!!! I have sum questions for you cause yes

1. What has got you into writing?

2. Are you planning on writing on the scpwiki any time soon?

3. Do you have any advice for new writers?

Thanks in advance!

(Haven't read SCP-8980 yet so I'll choose this ask to answer)

honestly I can't really remember not writing. I think I've always liked stories. Finding different things to write about might have been important for keeping writing and also getting better over time without "trying" to improve on it intentionally - like, I got into writing nonfiction, longform, shortform, fanfiction, every now and then I write poetry or a song or a zine, etc, just when the interest strikes.

I have vague plans to go back to Resurrection. By that I mean "pretty specific plans but it's a big undertaking but also I have other projects for fun, plus, like, work." I would say 50% chance that happens in the next year.

So good advice is going to vary depending on who you are and what issues you run into, but to address things I see commonly among people who want to write but are uncertain with their output or uncomfortable about writing more:

The only thing you have to do to be a writer is write. All writing builds on each other so just be writing something.

Stated differently, imagine writing is an RPG skill like "combat". Then within it there are things like "archery" or "heavy armor" ("explaining ideas well" or "characterization" or "writing good tweets" or "pretty sentences"), which you can work on intentionally or just grind by doing them a lot, but they all still improve that core skill, so as long as you're doing something, that base score is going up.

Perfect is the enemy of good.

I recommend writing a lot where people can read it and where you'll get some kind of feedback on it, that's sort of the key loop for "getting the most out of practice".

I don't know what the writing culture on the wiki is like these days but the quality threshold is obviously pretty high, so if you're interested in writing SCPs, depending on where your writing skill is at now, that may or may not be a good place to start. You may have to look around. Social media (including tumblr)? Fanfiction? Forums? Horror subreddits? Ask for feedback too. (These places are often communities, you should contribute by reading and commenting on other people's stuff too.)

Perfect is the enemy of good.

Not all feedback will be helpful. You must develop your own eye over time.

If you're struggling with getting readers/feedback: people are more likely to read short things than long things.

Also read more intentionally. Think about things you read. Did you like the writing or not? Why? What did it do that you liked or didn't like? Try borrowing styles.

Perfect is the enemy of good.

Good luck out there!

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

I hate myself for this but... sigh, I can't help it. At least this one is soft and not angsty

Aaron Hitch x Dad Male Reader

Hotch has been having trouble moving on from Haley (maybe divorce?) Despite it being 2 years. Garcia decides to talk him into going on a few blind dates, one of which is a friend of hers from an online RPG. Hotch is reluctant but agrees, trusting Garcia with her taste in friends.

When Hotch arrives at the small restaurant and stares hes there for a reservation that Garcia set up, he's lead to Reader already waiting at a table. Garvia failed to mention that Hotch's blind date was a man and so he's caught off guard. Through the date, it's obvious Hotch and Reader are awkward until Hotch mentions his son. As it turns out, Reader is a single dad as well after his fiance walked out

They bond over being parents and agree to meet up again. So they do, multiple times. They even set up little get togethers between the kids

Hiya, sorry this has take me so long (actually I'm sorry all of my requests are taking me so long aha) but I hope you enjoy it, it was a really cute request! :)

Description: What is says on the tin, really aha

You watch a man approach you and you know its him. Garcia knows your taste in men well and you have no doubt she would have ensured that the date she picked out for you would be perfect.

He approached you awkwardly, seeing that you were the only individual who was on their own. "Are you here for a blind date?" He asked, cheeks tinting pink.

"Yeah, I'm (Y/N), are you Aaron?"

The man, Aaron, nods. He's awkward, which makes you awkward. He sits down, "I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting a-"

"Man?"

"Yeah,"

"I see... We, er, we don't have to do this, if you don't want to-" You rush out, already standing up.

"No, no, it's okay," He said, giving a small smile, sitting in the chair opposite you. "So, how do you know Garcia?"

"We play the same RPG, but we started talking on the forums and then eventually met up," You nod.

"RPG?" Aaron tilted his head, "That's role playing game, isn't it?"

You nod, grinning, "Yeah." Man, he was just too cute.

He nods as well, with a small smile.

Another minute passed in awkward silence. "So... Garcia mentioned you had a son?" You asked.

Aaron nods, a small smile already painting his face, "Yeah, Jack. He's just turned six."

"Oh, wow, my son's five," You nodded.

"You have a son?" Aaron asked, eyes widening slightly.

"Yeah, Ethan," You grinned. "His favourite thing at the minute is cars,"

"Jack's the same," Aaron said with a small laugh, "Cars and trains,"

"See, Ethan's not hopped on the train trend just yet," You laugh, "He's definitely on the dinosaur trend though,"

"Jack's not gone through that phase just yet,"

"Oh, cars and dinosaurs are all Ethan talks about," You smile.

After that, the rest of the meeting (*cough* date *cough*) went rather well, the initial awkwardness has dissolved and the pair of you stayed out late, talking about anything and everything. He now knew that Ethan's mother had left when he was still a baby, and you knew about the nasty divorce with his ex-wife Haley. You had even arranged a second meeting (read: 'date - sort of') where Jack and Ethan could meet each other the following week.

It was next week before you knew it. Ethan was so excited, practically bouncing off the walls.

"Are they here yet?!" Ethan asked, running in again.

"Bud, I've told you, I'll let you know when they're here-" You said with a small laugh, getting cut off by the doorbell ringing. "And it looks like they're now here,"

"Wooo!" Ethan cheered. "I can't wait to meet them,"

Ethan babbled as he followed you to the front door. "I'm sure Jack's just as excited to meet you," You grin. You really hoped the pair of them got along, you thought as you opened the front door.

"Hi," You breathed, seeing Aaron (that polo shirt on him? Damn).

"Hi," He replied. You grinned slightly, seeing the tips of his ears go pink.

"Hi! I'm Ethan!"

"I'm Jack!" Jack exclaims, equally excited.

"You wanna go play? My dad got me some new cars!"

"I love cars!" You smile as Ethan grabs Jack's hand and they both run off to go and play.

You turn to Aaron, "That looked like it went well,"

[misguidedasgardian]

Wildcats (Part XXV)

XXV. When a good man goes to war

MASTERLIST

Summary: Daryl wants you to connect with the most important woman in his life, fully knowing how you feel about her, the problem is he picks the worst moment for it. 

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, kissing, longing, angst, fluff, kissing, touch starved reader & Daryl, THIS CHAPTER WILL PORTRAIT SIDE EFFECTS OF THE USE OF A “PLAN B” PILL such as dizziness, weakness, and others, INACCURATE mentions of handling explosives, might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: I just got fired and I have been telling everyone that I'm still working so they leave me alone at home for the weekend, haha, so that’s why I’m writing so much. 

You shouldn’t have taken that damn pill today

You felt like shit, like you had been run over by a trash truck, as Rick told everyone in Alexandria about the urgent situation at hand. You didn’t know which was worse, the fact that there was a quarry filled with walkers, or his plan to deal with them

“We’ll lead them away…”, he finished his plan, and to your relief, there were some conflicted faces around. The silence extended for a few seconds, and that is when you needed to intervene. this was one of those “forums” you knew better than to go against Rick, but this was up for discussion, so you went for it.

“Rick we can’t release them into the world”, you said, he stopped all movement and looked back at you, frowning

“What?”, he asked

“We can’t let them walk out of there”, you said, “every single one of these fuckers is taking out the last people alive, we can’t release them so they could kill and eat more people!”, you said. A shaky blonde man with big blue eyes seemed supportive

“So what do you suggest we do?”, he asked

“There is machinery, we should find a way to destroy them, burn them, bury them…”, you muttered

“It’s too dangerous to come up close”, he said, “there is no ammo enough to wipe them all out, it's impossible”

“I bet Eugene knows how to build a bomb or something”, you said, the man nodded

“Yes Ma’am I do”, he said proudly

“That will bring thousands more”, said Daryl

“Then we eliminate the ramps, turn it into a huge pit, let them fall in, we bury them, leave it there for more, they will keep coming and falling, we are doing a great service”, you said

“To whom?”, asked Rick

“Humanity”, you said quickly, “if we release them out there they are going to keep killing humans! animals! destroying everything in their path!”, you said quickly, “its us VS them! you said it!”

“We have the RPG”, said Alexander, “several rockets, a couple of grenades”

“Its too much of a risk”, muttered Rick

“It is much greater of a risk releasing them!”, you said quickly. “We throw a bomb right at the center”, you said quickly, “they will turn towards it, relieving the pressure from the escaping points…”

“We don’t have enough rockets”

“We use a couple, then we burn them or something”, you said, “But we can try”

He did not seem pleased at all, and you were so drowsy you felt like you could pass out.

“We are not ready for an operation like that”, he said, “Alexandria is not ready for an operation of that magnitude”

“We are gonna need explosives, to eliminate the ramps and to diminished their numbers”, said Alexander, “i know how the military operated, i bet that if you give me a couple of days I would be able to find some”

There was an awkward silence

“She is right!”, said the shaky man, and you heard mumbles of approval

“We can try it your way”, said Rick, “but if it doesn’t work…”

“Then we lead them away”, you promised

You then looked at Deanna, who nodded

“You have a week to find explosives, or come up with a  similar solution, if you don’t, we follow Rick’s plan”, she sentenced, and you only nodded, you searched the eyes of Eugene, who had a weird, determined look on his face, then the shaky guy, and then Alexander who smirked. 

You met with said people, Rick of course was there, and several others.

Alexander placed a man over the table on the porch. 

“I want this points checked”, he said signaling habited points on the map, “I was called in when the crisis fully broke out”, he said, “they send troops on surrounding areas of the capital, and, of course, many of them didn’t return, so, they may have left some things behind, that’s why, I need four groups, of three or four people on each, to disperse and search, I want a long range shooter, a short range fighter, and a scavenger on each”, he said, “that is for safety”, he said, “as there are three of us who have military training, maybe four”, he said looking at you who nodded, “those being Me, Espinoza, Ford and (Y/L/N), I want us dispersed in the groups too”

Rick looked supportive so far, agreeing with everything Alex was saying.

It was odd, you felt a weird sense of pride, bringing him in was your idea, so you still felt responsible for him, and the fact he was adapting well and being a good ass asset, made you somewhat proud.

“Eugene”, he called then, “you told me you could make home-made explosives, how real is that promise?”

“For a few explosions of a magnitude that will not jeopardize the general constitution of said quarry or our safety, but be bigger than one that could cause a single house fire, I do need some materials that will not be found here but I have certainty that can be found out there…”, he said, Alexander looked at him like trying to comprehend his words, then nodded

“Alright, I want you in Ford’s team”, he said, he then looked at Abraham who nodded, “Abraham you help him get what he needs”

“Damn right”, he asserted

“The rest of us, we look for explosives, grenades, or rockets”, he said. “Espinoza, you know your explosives”,

“Yeah”, she said with a small smile

“Well, flash course to Abraham and (y/n), so they know how to manipulate what they find”

“It’ll take me a couple of hours with this thickheads”, she mocked, you and Abraham chuckled

“I’ll give you the entire afternoon”, he promised, “make the teams”, he demanded 

As people dispersed to do as Alexander commanded you separated from the rest as Rosita, Abraham and Alex did, and Daryl approached you

“I was thinkin’ that since you are the military part, and somewhat the scavenger, maybe Carol and I can go with ya”, he said with a soft smile, “the three of us”, oh gods. You thought, while with your tongue caressing the still healing wound inside your mouth. 

“You sure?”, you asked him, concerned, but you guessed, then with any bonding time with Carol, having Daryl there was a relief. You smiled then, had flashbacks of your mission in Atlanta with these two, you had not enjoyed it, BUT… many things had changed since then, specially your relationship with your loving archer. And the hope in his eyes could perfectly made you do whatever he wanted, “Let’s do it”, you said with a soft smile. Would you be able to get a fourth person in?

You could not get the fourth person.

Alex led a group, with Rick, the new guy Smith, and Michonne

Abraham, Eugene, Sasha, and Tara

Rosita, Glenn, Maggie, and that guy Gary. 

And then there was you, Daryl and Carol. 

Laura wanted to participate too, but she was helping out in the infirmary with Beth and Denise, and medics needed to stay protected at all costs. She knew all about pharmaceuticals thanks to her father, that is what she told you. You liked her, she was badass, and somewhat nice, despite it all. 

“You contradicted me big time today”, Rick said, but he did not looked recriminatory at all

“Normally I wouldn’t have done it, but…”

“I’m glad you did”, he said, “let’s give this a shot, let’s hope we don’t blow ourselves up in the process”

“I have faith”, you answered

“We need to include your approach on this”, he muttered, “your approach on walkers”

“After”, you promised 

“After”, he said, nodding. you felt a bit dizzy, and he seemed to notice, “Are you alright?”, he asked softly, you nodded 

“Yeah, yeah, just a bit tired”, you assured, you wanted to curl up on a couch with a blanket, preferably with Daryl’s arm wrapped around you.

You played dumb at Carol’s attempt to make you all lunch, instead sneaking out to the third house that had been gifted to the team, where Alex resided, a smaller house, where he shared quarters with Rosita, Abraham and Eugene

He was kind enough to gift you a cup of your favorite pork ramen

You ate ramen with the military team while you shared war stories, well, as Rosita did receive training from Abraham and their former team, she had not served, nor did you. You had received really wild, almost savage training by Mayor. But Abraham and Alex had some stories that made you laugh out loud.

“And then we just had to wait for the camel to shit the keys”, and you all broke in a laugh.

“I have heard this story a thousand times and it still makes me laugh”, said Rosita, “but… let’s talk explosives”

“Great”, you muttered. And Rosita started to give you an explosives class 101

“...If it's a bit broken, misshapen, or even the paper around it looks funny… don’t touch it, don’t move, don’t look at it”, she said severely

“And this is what a crate of dynamite usually looks like”, Alex told you, showing you a picture, “like the wooden ones from the cartoons”

“Oh I loved ACME products”, you laughed

“But I don’t want any of you to risk it unnecessarily, if it is compromised, or you are not sure, do not manipulate it”, Alex commanded, “sometimes they don’t need fire to be detonated”, he warned, “so you call in Rosita with the radio, or me, or two of the group goes back to find her or me, alright?”, he said, you all nodded, “when in doubt, do not manipulate, and if you happen to find an untouched box, carry it with care”.

There was more, more details and things to remember.

“We go tomorrow”, said Alex, “you are all sure about your teams?”

“Yeah”, you all three said

“Good”, he nodded.

You exited the house when you came face to face with Smith, and Gary

“Military, uh? you are full of surprises”, he teased

“I did not serve”, you said, “I was trained when the shitshow started by a military man in Atlanta, that’s it”, you said simply. “very… informal training”, you assured him

“I think you are selling yourself short”, he said, “but you also look like shit”, he said, “you sure you are fine?”, you frowned

“I’m good”, you assured him. Him and Gary gave you the creeps, so you were quick to keep moving. 

“I’m not questioning you boss”, muttered Gary, making Negan frown, “but I do sometimes wonder… what your plan is”, Negan looked down the street where you were walking away from them. He had to admit, he had never done this before. 

They had eyes in Alexandria for a while now, all this lucky, fancy people, in this beautiful community, ready for the taking, they weren’t like him and his people, they weren’t farmers like Hilltop, they didn’t grow shit like the Kingdom, this… were the luckiest sons of bitches he had ever met.

Until Rick and his posse came around.

Now the tides were changing, now these people were becoming, quickly, more ferocious, now… they could become a problem.

So he decided to pull this little trick on them, to see what these people were made of, the original Alexandrians mixed with this savage band of survivors, this strange creature, like an eagle with two heads looking in opposite directions.

These people, the newcomers… were different… they had been on the road, they were almost wild, feral, they weren’t like the rest of the communities.

Negan could feel himself tight in the pants with the mere thought of what this people were capable of, and the brutal crash that was going to be produced when they met his people

People were a resource, oh and he planned on using it properly, to the best of their abilities.

They were a goldmine, militars, leaders, soldiers, they’ve got it all, a family, brains, braun… Looks too, even a couple of farmers and medics. And then there was you, an strange creature for sure, he was still trying to guess the nature of your relationship with Rick, he knew you were not related, he also knew he didn’t want to get into your panties or you his, you were with the archer, the wildest of these people, his future soldier.

What was your role in all of this? Rick listened to you, as he saw it today. 

He needed to play it right, or everything he had built could be put in jeopardy.

But now? Oh, he had the perfect opening, he knew his people had cleaned the surroundings, you were not going to find anything, so that gave him the opportunity to actually “save you”, a good beginning.

He was the savior for a reason, right?

You went back to the house, and it was afternoon, the sun was shining, so you could sneak out of the day’s activities, you needed it, rather than deserved it.You loved your room, because at this special hour, the sun sneaked through the windows and hit it just right over your bed, warming it up for you.

You could activate “plant mode”, and do some photosynthesis in your bed. (You knew that wasn’t a process humans made but plans, but it was still funny to think about it). 

But Daryl found you, as you finally got to the perfect position on the bed when the sun hit you in your back, and you had positioned the pillows just right. 

“Hey”, he greeted gently, “ya feeling good?”, you only hummed

“Just a bit drowsy, that’s all”, you mumbled

“Is it that damn pill?”, you barely nodded, half your face in full contact with the pillow, “Ya need anything?”, you shook your head, “I’m gonna go, with Carol, to prepare for tomorrow”, you nodded again, you loved being wrapped up in Daryl’s embrace, but this felt just too good. 

When the time to eat something came upon you, you were straight up roadkill.

You sat on the table and barely listened to anything that was being said, but not really, you felt like you were underwater, but you survived it. You charged the walkies for tomorrow, and then you escaped to find sleep again. 

Daryl followed you up, actually.

“Brought our pajamas”, he said gently

“Do you mind if we only sleep tonight?”, you asked him, he only caressed your face, and kissed you softly. And you slept together, cuddling. no funny business. 

So the very next day you were waiting by the gate. You were determined to make this right, this was important to Daryl, so this was important to you. Alexander had given you a pair of military boots that was the most comfortable thing you had ever tried, and you were wearing comfortable but thick clothes, nothing restraining, you had your loaded Pentagon gun with your silencer in your holster and your trusted ax in your other side, with two knives in your boots.

You gathered, the fifteen of you, four cars.

“Alright, everybody knows where to go”, said Alexander, “everybody got their missions”, he said then, “If you find dynamite, communicate through the walkies”, he said, “if you are not sure, don’t manipulate without me or Rosita”, you all nodded, “let’s come back at sundown”, and everybody splits. 

You met with Daryl and Carol.

But the thing is, you had this unique and toxic ability to match the temper of people around you, and the second you saw Carol’s butt face she was wearing for the day, your temper immediately got sour. And Daryl seemed like he was the one that was going to be handling two misshapen explosives for the rest of the day.

“Are you gonna go on your bike?”, you asked Daryl, he nodded, “I will take the truck, so we can carry what we find”, you said

“I’ll go with you”, Carol said gingerly to Daryl, who looked at you, alarmed, you barely nodded with a smile, preferring to have a long nice lone ride in the truck

“You know where we are going, right?”, you asked him, he nodded, “lead the way”, you got in the truck and lit it up, you were the second group to leave Alexandria after Rick’s. Who left in the HUMVEE that Alexander had not let you drive yet.

You stole his CD though, and you were blasting that Scorpion’s song all the way up. While Daryl drove his bike in front of you with Carol attached to his back

You were not jealous, you were not threatened, you were fine. 

It took you about an hour to reach your destination, you left the truck in a more secluded spot, as Daryl pulled up on his bike. 

Carol was smiling, but it was quickly shut down when she saw you coming out of that truck. You wanted to say you tried, but her attitude wouldn’t have let you.

Carol opened the back door of the truck to grab her weapon. You made sure to have a “pleasant” look on your face, and she was not giving you an opening. This was going to be harder than you believed. 

“We should split up”, said Carol, grabbing onto her gun, Daryl immediately looked at you, because he knew you did not like it.

“Yeah”, you accepted, he opened his mouth on protest, “if you see walkers, do not engage, or do, you know your abilities and risks”, you liked to lead, you had proven yourself to be a decent leader, but this time, you just… wanted to get this over with.

“The whole point of this…”, he started, but when he saw your faces, he shook his head and sighed, “I’ll take the bike, check the perimeter”, Daryl mumbled, “you go to that small town”

“Yeah”, you said, and started walking, they shared words, you didn’t listen, but kept walking. You heard Daryl’s motorcycle going away until the sound disappeared and that left Carol and you.

“The point of this whole thing was for us to bond”, she said, and you didn't know her enough to determine if she was being sarcastic or not. 

“This point of this is to look for explosives to eliminate a potential full destruction level threat to our community”, you corrected, “making this a bonding exercise is proving to be a colossal mistake”, you kept going, “besides you were the one that proposed for us to split up”

“Daryl told me you were a great leader”, she said, oh, she was testing you, she wanted you to fight her, to make you all stay together. Shame on you, did she want to clean her hands out of this madness? pinning its failure on you?

“A good leader is only a good leader if they have willing people to follow”, you said then, as you were walking in the main street. Whatever game it was, you were not playing, this was a mission.

“Daryl is my best friend”, she said, you only stopped to look back at her, “so that means we are supposed to be… friendly”, she said. What were you? fifteen?

“Says the one that put a sharpened chicken bone in my food”, you said back, she frowned, your anger was quickly overpowering your fear of her, and the thing is, you were fight, not flight, you learn that the hard way. “Look I know you two created that kind of bond that is stronger than blood, and I respect that, and I will keep doing that…”

“I don’t know what he sees in you”, she interrupted, ouch

“... you are right, let’s just be cordial”, you invited, “I will not get in your way, you will not get in on mine, Daryl loves us both, and that’s what’s important to me, we don’t have to be friends, we just need to keep clear of each other's relationship with him”, you were offering her an out, a peace agreement, you didn’t know what she looked like she was angrier than before.

“He loves you, uh?”, she said in a whisper

“That's what he said”, you said gently, “and I love him”, you assured her, she came close to you, you didn't back down, and she leaned in

“If you hurt him in any way, shape or form I will slit your throat”, she whispered into your ear, “and then I will stab you in the base of your skull”, she said. You looked back at her, normally you would be fearful, but again, you were fight, so you just looked at her.

“If I do hurt him, I might even let you”, you only said back. You then separated from her slowly, “You are part of this family, and that makes you my family too, if you injure yourself, I’ll aid you, if you need anything, I’ll help you, if I see you being attacked by a walker or even an enemy I will eliminate that threat for you, but I don’t really see us exchanging recipes”, you admitted, she looked at you, squinting, and then she nodded, “I’ll take the right side of the street”, you said. Walking away from her. 

You were checking the third building, when you saw through a backside window… A highschool. You saw one of those big military trucks, and the remains of what one day could have been… a real battlefield near the gymnasium. 

So you went there. Arm in hand. 

You approached the military vechile first, it was fucked up, rest of walkers everywhere, it had crashed against a wall. You checked the inside, and there was nothing interesting. You heard growling, a walker, who had been a military man, came for you, you put it down nice and easy. With your ax, because… you then searched him for grenades, and you couldn’t find anything on him. 

“HEY! YOU!”, you looked up, and you saw two men right in the corner of the building you were just in. you stood up quickly, “STOP!”, one commanded, you didn’t want to sound judgemental, but they looked like they were up to no good.

You took two warning shots

So that left you with 2 less…

“That’s far enough gents!”, you said, pointing your gun at them, they were like 50 meters away from you, perfect range. But… they didn't take them as warning shots, they took out their big ass guns, “SHIT!”, you cursed and you dived behind the truck as a rain of fire fell on you. The truck was big enough so you could see underneath, you took pretty good shots, hitting one of them in the leg, but you missed the others

1, 2, 3… 4, 5 and 6

Count your shots… this isn’t a movie, said the voice of Mayor inside your head. 

9 to go then.

“Come out here”, they said, one whining about the shot on his leg, “we don’t wanna hurt you!”, yeah right. To your complete horror, you saw a truck pulling up, more guys coming in

“Hey! What the hell is going on?”, you jumped from your hiding spot now that they were distracted and you shot all you could while you took cover inside the big gym. But oh you shouldn’t have done that. You quickly realized that you didn't have any more bullets and that thing had only one viable exit was the one you just entered, as the other was completely obstructed by chairs, tables and other things. 

You looked around, only bleachers and then… on top of them, looking right at you like an owl on a branch up a tree was a guy

“Hey”, he called for you quietly. 

“Who the fuck are you?”, you asked, coming towards him ax in hand, he didn’t have any guns on him, he showed you his hands, so when you reached him, you stood still, you did not attack him. 

“I’m Jesus”, you looked at him weird, “I’m Paul, but my friends call me Jesus”, he corrected

“And who the fuck are them?”, you asked pointing to outside

“They call themselves Saviors”, he said, “I’m not with them”

“Do you have a camp?”, you asked, he nodded, “me too”

“Come out here darlin’ we know you are in there!”, you hear them cry out. “There’s no way out!”

“What are you doing here?”, he asked

“Scavenging”, you answered, “how ‘bout you?”

“Yeah, me too”

“Are they going to kill me?”, you asked Jesus looking out there.

“Did you kill any of them?”, you shook your head, “then you should be good”

“Fuck you Yeezus I don’t believe you!”, you whispered angrily 

“Come out here sugar, or we are going in!”, they mocked, you whined. Gods you shouldn’t have shot at them, your heart was beating so fast, you didn’t know what to do, but they were coming in, you couldn’t stop them, and they were going to find you both in here. You could see them out there through a darkened window. There were only two.

But when you properly saw the truck that had pulled over, you gasped

It was a white Toyota Tacoma with an Atlanta plate, actually, Georgia plate, it was… the truck YOUR TRUCK, THE EXTERMINATORS INC TRUCK. it still had the M2 mounted in the back. 

“I’m here with two more people, so if you encounter a rough guy on a motorcycle, his name is Daryl, please tell him what happened here…” you told him, “...please…���

“Don’t go out there!”, he said quickly. But you needed to find out what that was about 

“If I don’t they will come in here and find you too, there is no other way out!”, you said, “I’m out of bullets anyways”, he looked concerned, “If you find another group, ask for Rick, or Daryl, please, I’m (y/n)”, you said, “please tell them what happened”, you repeated.

“Where’s your camp?”, he asked quickly

“I can’t tell you that”, you answered, getting out of the platform you were in

“But wait!”, he said, but you didn't listen, you jumped out of there 

“Sorry gentlemen!”, Jesus saw you walk out with your hands in the air, “but you’ll have to understand..”, he laughed when he saw you punch one of them in the face and kick the other in the nuts and started sprinting down the street, losing you from sight. 

It was an open ground, so you had no choice but to run ahead, hoping to lose them back on the street, but a gunshot that rang by your ear made you stop on your tracks.

You had to be smart about this

“STOP RIGHT THERE!”, you stopped as there were two other guys, counting up to four, but they didn’t approach you, only the two you started the fight with. You turned around angrily. 

“What the fuck do you want from me?”, you asked him

“Hey! you fired first!”, they looked badass, but dangerous, but they sounded idiotic

“Warning shots! A girl can only be too careful”, you said simply

“Well, it doesn’t matter, you are in our territory”, you wanted to laugh 

“I’m sorry, but I’m not bothering anyone”, you said angrily, “who the fuck do you think you are?”

“You're scavenging on his grounds”, he said as the smartass he believed himself to be, you raised an eyebrow

“Oh I’m sorry, tell the mayor of whateverthisfuckingtownis that I’m very sorry, is the sheriff coming for me?”, you mocked 

“Let’s see if Negan finds it funny”, he said

“Who the fuck is Negan?”, you ask

“We are Negan”, you sighed. 

“Third person this ‘itch?, alright then”, you said, “(y/n) would like to be left alone”, you said mockingly 

“Listen you little bitch”, grunted one, “Are there more people with ya’?”, he asked, “Negan would like to know”, you just looked at this man dead in the eye 

“Is Negan in the room with us?”, you asked softly, they both frowned

“Where’s your camp?”, they asked

“I don’t have one”, you said quickly

“Where do you keep your shit then?”, asked the other, the dumber looking one

“In a cute house down P. Ennis street”, he lunged at you, grabbing you by the neck, he squeezed. The other grabbed his arm, you were on the tip of your toes trying to relieve the pressure. You looked for your ax and you realized you didn’t have it with you, shit you must have left it inside, with that guy. Shit! your ax! no!

“Where the fuck do you come from?”, he asked, squeezing. 

“I’m sure Negan is gonna want to talk to her”, he said surely to his pal, so he released you

“I’m not going anywhere with you wackos”, you said angrily, you saw, behind them and up a building, Carol was watching. 

“We’ll take a little trip”, said one

“No! fuck off!”, that is when the side of your head met the back of his gun.

And everything turned black.

PCN: DON'T GET ME WRONG I love Carol, I love her character, I just don't like her, like, if I knew her personally, I think i wouldn't like her at all, BUT her character is super cool and I love her relationship with Daryl

I had written that scene with the saviors for like CENTURIES, I think is the first thing I ever wrote for this and i'm so happy its finally "here"

@crazyunsexycool @capricxnt