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k0ra-kumori · 3 years

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Cannibal!Jason Todd x Reader

so this is the first fanfic i write in english, i'm brazilian so sorry if there are any grammatical errors. ⚠️IMPORTANT⚠️: THIS FANFIC IS BASED ON DC SUPER HERO GIRLS 2019.

word count ; 2193

pairings ; jason todd x reader

genre ; fluffy / angst

warnings: none

It was almost 9:00 pm, and you were now in the wayne manor with five stallions named, jason todd, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne and Bruce Wayne, and of course, barbara gordon the batgirl. You were the newest member of the batfamily, you were all at the dinner table waiting for Alfred to serve you the food. "I'm going to drown you in that pot of sauce if I don't remove what I said, Drake!" Said Damian, he was protesting something that Tim had said, and that apparently offended the boy, "Stop it, you two" Dick stepped in to stop that fight, Jason was laughing at everything, Barbara was beside him with a expression of "Send these animals back to the jungle" and Bruce was using his cell phone to distract himself from that discussion, otherwise he would lose his patience and would put all the boys grounded "Master Bruce, here's dinner" said Alfred "Thank you Al, are you sure you don't want to join us?" Alfred just gave a quick excuse and walked away, the butler knew that dinner time was the most disturbed and chaotic time of the day of the bats, so the butler preferred to eat alone or just with one member of the family. "Are they prawns?" You said excitedly "Yeah, if you don't want eat, I can eat them Y / N" Jason offered, he always tried to steal your food, but you always denied it with a bad-tempered or sarcastic answer, Jason was the weirdest among his brothers... "I'm going to eat them Jason, stop asking the same thing every time I sit here" Jason just snarled in reply, "All of you, be quiet please, I'm trying to take a photo of the prawns for instagram!" Bruce screamed, Dick just down his head like a puppy taking orders, Damian snorted and crossed his arms, Tim just rolled his eyes, you and barbara just looked at each other, it looked like Bruce was going to take the perfect photo, this until jason stood up and screamed "Take a picture of this, bitch!" So Bruce's dish was gone, Jason had thrown Bruce's plate away, the pieces of shrimp were scattered all over the dining room, now think of a chaotic family, a dirty dining room, and an angry Bruce, it didn't take long for Bruce to send Jason to his room, he put his adopted son grounded for 2 weeks, Jason is attracted to trouble "I don't know if I survive until after dinner" you said whispering to barbara "You get used to it, it happens at least 2 times a week around here" Babs replied with a little smile as Bruce passed by the girl, probably the man would go to the bathroom to get rid of all the food that his adopted son threw him a few moments ago.

(Time skip)

After the chaotic dinner, you and your adopted brothers would go to a movie, you wanted a comedy movie, Dick and babs wanted to watch romantic comedy, Tim and Bruce didn't care for the movie, Damian wanted to watch terror and Jason was absent because him was grounded, after a long conversation you decided, you all would watch action. "Can someone give me some popcorn?" You asked nicely, and Dick gave you a handful of popcorn to eat, you were enjoying the movie even though you didn't really like over-the-top action movies, you were on the edge of the couch and Tim was at your side with the laptop, this kid wouldn't never stop to work, "Tim, the light on your laptop is blinding me!" You protested "I'm sorry" Tim got off the couch feeling guilty, he sat on the floor between your legs, you blushed a little even though you know that bats get close to other (and new) members of the family. The movie was fine, until you felt a hand on your shoulder behind the couch, you jumped up and looked back only to find Jason with his bloody mouth, "Hey princess, did you see the..." You quickly left the couch, while doing this you accidentally hit Tim's head, worried about your brother you shouted "What is this ?! Why are you all bloody, someone hit you or what ?!" Jason replied "This blood is not mine" Suddenly, all the bats looked at each other (except you) with a look of concern, you noticed that and asked them "W-what was it people? Is there something I don't know about?" Silence, everyone was quiet, until babs dared to break the silence "So ... it may or not may have anything to do with the topic but, what do you think about cannibals?" You raised an eyebrow, what did this have to do with the topic? Oh no, not that...no, it couldn't be, you shake your head and answered a little confused "Cannibals? Why the question?" This time barbara did not answer, she did not want to be the bearer of the strangest news in the family, especially for a new member. you were confused now, they were all quiet and seemed to be hiding something, until you saw something red dripping behind Jason's back, and to break the tension you said "Do you menstruate now, jaybird?" Jason looked at you blankly, he wanted to get away from there now "Y-you know, I remembered that I have a thing, in other place now, I have to go" you knew there was something wrong in this conversation, and you also knew that men did not menstruate, so why was jason's back dripping red? Jason was getting farther and farther away and your question still hadn't been answered, so in the heat of the moment you shouted "Jason, there's a spider on your left arm!" Jason jumped up and started hitting his left arm, that was a bad move, because when him raised hus arm to see the supposed "Spider" a severed arm flew across the room, and as soon as it landed on the floor you shouted in despair "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ?!" Jason changed his expression from frightened to amused and relieved, didn't you understand your adoptive brother's abrupt change in expression, why everyone are so calm about it? He are a fucking cannibal, dammit! "Listen princess, you already know my story ..." Jason was approaching you, but you were just backing up because he was intimidated by the man's size and his cannibalistic desire "But there is a part of the story, which I didn't tell you" Jason grabbed your arm tightly to keep you in place "The part where I was resurrected by Lazaro's pit, and his side effects are usually high cravings for human flesh, and of course, a nice pair of fangs" you were in shock, how could anyone die and come back to life like that? "You're crazy... cannibalism is a crime.", "J-Jason, you better stop" said Tim, while Jason, he was close to your neck, you could feel his hot breath hitting your skin, "If cannibalism it's a crime...so you're my next victim" enough, you got too scared, you pushed Jason and ran, but unfortunately he had legs longer than yours, jason grabbed you like a bear grabbing a little duck "Don't worry, I won't waste a drop of your blood" Jason opens his mouth, showing all

his frightening fangs, he gets closer and closer to your neck, you were already imagining what paradise would be like, and how the batfamily explain your death to the cops when...he started laughing? Did this crazy guy start laughing?! He had his hand on his belly with laughter, "Did you really think I was going to kill you? Hahahaha you should see your face now hahahaha!" A wave of shock and anger has formed within you now "Was that a joke?! You are an asshole Jason Peter Todd! NOW I SEE WHY YOUR MOTHER BETRAYED YOU!" You left the room quickly, Jason wanted to go after you, but his expression changed from fun to sadness, and he couldn't move, how can you say that? Damn, you were a horrible person now "It wasn't funny, Todd." Said Damian, as angry as the rest of the family, "You are going to apologize to her now," Bruce said, anger spelled out on his face" I don't want to, if she is going to live here she has to live with me, and I am like this", "So how? An idiot? Oh wait, a 17 year old boy who has no regard for his own sister's feelings!", Dick was as furious as Bruce. "SHE IS NOT MY SISTER AND WILL NEVER BE!" Jason said and ran off to his room, "Come back here now, we're not done Jas-" before Dick finished speaking, Jason took him by the shoulders and lifted him up to his eyes" I may not be kidding when i say i will eat your head now Dick Grayson, don't end with my patience and don't follow me. "Dick was dropped hard on the ground, everyone was in shock.

(Time skip)

You were in your room, processing what happened two hours ago, what if Jason had been telling the truth about pulling out your guts? What if he didn't like you and is just waiting for the right moment to turn you into a corpse? A thousand thoughts like these were going through your head now, until someone knocked on your door, would it be Jason? Or Bruce apologizing for his son's childish actions? You didn't know, so you got up from your bed and went to open the door, and to your surprise there he was, Jason pathetic Todd. "What do you want?", "I-I want to talk" you hesitated a little, you were now suspicious of Jason until... "Please Y / N, I just want to try to apologize", you let him in, even if it was against your will, you two sat on your bed side by side, Jason was looking away from all sides, he didn’t know what to say, "if you wanted to come in to observe the decoration of my room, go away", you said still angry, he looked at you with a little cute dog face without an owner, you almost felt sorry for being thick, keyword "Almost", " Look, I'm sorry for before, I didn't want to scare you, I really am a stupid cannibal, but it doesn't mean that I go around eating everybody, this is a sequela of the pit, I'm trying to control this sick addiction" you were listening carefully, and you had already forgiven Jason for the bad joke, but what upset you really wasn't even the joke, it was what Jason said about you minutes after you went to the your room, "Jason, I forgive you for the bad joke, but that's not why I'm upset... "I-isn't it?"Jason is blushing, he didn't talk about the feelings so easily, why he apologized if you had already forgiven him? "I'm upset because you will never see me as someone from your family, I've been trying to get close to you for months, but you only talk to me when you need something or when Bruce forces us to go together to patrol the city, and even so, you barely talk to me "silence. Silence took over the room, Jason knew exactly why he was being an idiot to you, he would talk now or he would shut up forever, "I'm sorry if I was an idiot for the second time, I don't feel exactly included in the family and I think that the decision I made was "is kill or be killed." You were confused now, what did he mean by that? "What do you mean?" Jason looked you in the eye, "Yeah, that a few years before I died, I tried as hard as possible to get close to everyone and to be as kind as possible, but it seems that everyone stepped on me, so I decided never to be so kind to not have my feelings hurts, I-I prefer to break the feelings of others than to have my feelings broken, but it doesn't mean that I like to do it, it's something about defense, you know? It's nothing personal, I'm not like this just with you... "Now it all made sense, so Jason ignored you or played bad jokes all the time, he was hurt and he had no one to bandage his wounds. "Jason, I didn't know, I just..." You didn't even have time to blink, when Jason got up from the bed and walked to the door, you thought you blew it, until the tall boy turns to you and says "Now that you know everything, the tension between us will get less, but don’t expect me to be the perfect brother or the charming prince from the movies, Little Sister" he gave a smile that was hardly noticeable, and he was gone, did you really hear that? Did he just call you a sister? You didn't believe it, you've been waiting for this moment for so long.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #tim drake x reader #nightwing x reader #jason todd x reader smut #red hood #nightwing #damian wayne x reader #red robin x reader

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ivy-kissobryos · 3 years

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Defining Witchcraft

This post is made in response to some topics I find commonly debated about within the Thai witchcraft community, but I want to post the English version here too. I will never tell someone who is or isn’t a witch- that is for you to decide. But if you claim to practice traditional witchcraft, especially those which lean towards western traditional witchcraft, then I will argue that the word ‘witch’ has a weight and history to it which you cannot ignore. It has a meaning.

A witch, traditionally, is someone to be feared. A witch to the common folk is a terrifying figure, at times appearing vindictive, ‘intent on wrecking economic and physical havoc’ (Tangherlini, 2000). As discovered from stories and court proceedings collected between the seventeenth century to early twentieth century, witches have been accused of horrific crimes, ranging from assult to sabotage, poisoning to larceny and kidnapping to murder (Tangherlini, 2000). The book by Bever (2008) also name the crimes commonly associated with witchcraft to include ‘harming livestock’, and ‘physical acts like poisoning and surreptitious battery of children and animals through ailments’, and ‘cursing’ through ways such as ‘subliminal forms of communication like eye contact’. Hence, a witch is someone who practices ‘maleficium’, a word which originally meant ‘wrongdoing’ or ‘mischief’, but later became specifically associated with harmful magic in Roman times (Bever, 2008). Between veneficium and casting the evil eye and worse, witches were never good.

The usage of natural materials within the casting of witches’ spells were also commonplace. Historians have found ‘various cursed things, or fatture,’ like ‘bones ... human nails ... seeds ... coals ... and the teeth of the dead’ which were ‘found in a sick woman’s mattress’ (Bever, 2008). Curses, as done in the past, were not pretty and palatable. Likewise, ‘a mixture called lazaro puzzolente containing quicksilver, urine, and asafetida resin was known to be made to work a similar magic when placed under victims’ thresholds’ (Bever, 2008). Bottling urine and harmful material under the ground of someone’s threshold is a classic method to curse an enemy. Historians had also discovered ‘spells, herbs, roots ... and hair’ believed to ‘cause hailstorms and untimely frosts, sickness in man and beast; impotence; miscarriage and death’, alongside other forms of sympathetic magic such as ‘cursing tablets’ where one sample was made with ‘the skin and bones of a frog, which had been pierced by several large pins’ found at the ‘bottom of a well’, and curse poppets were also found historically, an example being ‘a wax figure with a pin through it’ (Bever, 2008).

Witches also work with an otherworldly entity (or entities) who teaches them and guides them, the most infamous being the Devil. Who the Devil is is a question for you to discover on your own. Witches of the past has been reportedly flying to meet the Devil in what is called a Sabbath. Bever (2008) touches upon this, noting that ‘witches flew to Sabbaths to worship the Devil through a variety of obscene rites, including perversions of the Christian sacraments’. Those familiar with witchcraft may notice that the description of the ‘perversions of the Christian sacraments’ sound similar to what many practicing witches call the ‘red meal’, which can be one way to commune with otherworldly forces. There have also been numerous claims and confessions of those who claimed to have met the Devil.

A man named Hanß described the Devil to be ‘a black man with horns’, who had appeared ‘to him both day and night, scaring and threatening him’ until one night ‘he had finally agreed to give himself to the Devil, who thereupon carried him to the “merry and happy” festivities where he saw the women and the musician.’ This description of the Devil as a horned dark man fits traditional folklore well, and so does the tale of the Sabbath. In the tale, ‘at the dance, the Devil fussed over him, carried him on his shoulders, brought him bread and meat, “told him to call him father, and called him his son,” and eventually carried him back home’ (Bever, 2008). This correlates with how many traditional witches nowadays may associate the Devil with the Witchfather, the father of witches and maker of witches (as I have seen the term Witchmaker used too).

The relationship with the Devil may also be partly devotional, like a woman who claimed that ‘she did homage to him’ and prayed ‘I worship you, oh lord and Devil, attend my soul’. This is similar to the admission of Maria Gekin’s testimony, who claimed to have said an incantation that dedicated herself to him:

To the Devil I want to be, To the Devil I want to stay, To the Devil I want to be bound, To the Devil want never from his hand, The Devil has made me, The Devil has saved me, The Devil has sanctified me, In his hands I want to stay, To the Devil I want always and eternally to be.

All of the above claims are explored in Bever (2008).

Historically, there have been claims about uses of a salve: an ‘ointment witches reputedly used to travel to their dances’ (Bever, 2008). The witch Apolonia, whose case occurred late in the period of the witch trials, claimed to have used the ointment which is commonly referred to as the flying ointment. Moreover, Apolonia reported her ‘flights to the witch dances’ to have ‘merged dream content with reality’. The concept of an oneiric Sabbath is also commonplace today among currently practicing traditional witches, with groups such as the Cultus Sabbati placing a high importance on the concept of the dream Sabbaths. An interesting point that should be taken into account though is that in the past and in certain cultures, there is no difference between dreams and reality. Likewise, as stated in Bever (2008): ‘dreams in which the dreamer was transported to another place to participate in magical events and which the dreamer experienced as real rather than as dreams, were, as we have seen, experienced in other parts of early modern Europe, and indeed, were recorded in other cases in Württemberg, by younger people whose cerebral integrity was not in question.’ It can be concluded that these witches who flew in their dreams were not insane, and their experiences should not be dismissed just because they were dreams.

These spirit flights or dream flights were not also known to be just flights where witches fly to meet the Devil, but witchcraft can be accomplished through these journeys. Bever (2008) notes that ‘in Slovenia sorcerers flew to fight against each other in trance or dream, as some Siberian shamans claimed to, and some Hungarian witches both fell into trances to make soul journeys and also were said to abduct victims and transport them similarly to their revelries’. Similarly, ‘other Hungarian practitioners specialized in traveling to the land of the dead while in trance and in Milan, ‘four women claimed in the late 1300s that they had ‘ecstatic experiences with the ‘good lady and her folk’ and were therefore able to cure and to look into the future’. Soul flight can be used to connect all kinds of otherworldly forces, and knowledge can be gleaned and lessons learnt from these flights.

Aside from the aforementioned acts accomplished by the old witches, a concept which I believe is integral to walking the path of traditional witchcraft is the concept of initiation, through which a witch faces spirit death and their eventual rebirth. Not only were witches ‘thought to gain from their attendance at the Sabbaths the power and knowledge to commit maleficium’, some historians believed that ‘the next step in a witch’s initiation was to fly to a witch dance at which she worshipped the Devil with other witches.’ Other historians disagree, claiming that ‘shamanic initiation often, but not always, involves a ritual experience of death and rebirth, while a witch’s initiation did not’. Still, the author of the previous quote added that ‘the witch’s renunciation of her Christian identity and assumption of a new, diabolical one could be seen as a symbolic equivalent, and overall the parallels seem strong enough to raise the question of what possible connection there might be’ (Bever, 2008).

In my personal view, cutting off old vows, making new vows, initiating, dying and being reborn is vital to being a witch in the traditional sense. To quote Aaron Oberon, a practicing witch and author of Southern cunning:

Folkloric witchcraft in the American South: ‘initiation is a death [...] something in you has to die in order to be initiated, to be given the information or power these spirits have. Sometimes initiation can result in physical illness, life changing events, job losses, or emotional upheaval’. Oberon (2019) stated that ‘initiation comes from spirits, and so what the spirits put you through is going to be different for each person […] It is incredibly personal and involves being torn apart.’

I will not go into detail about my personal practice, but every word he says rings true. In my view, to have something bore your way through your very spirit and irrevocably change you is what it means to be a witch.

So far, my attempts to define witchcraft has been quite negative. Yet, a witch does more than maleficum too. To quote Vita Tortuosa, a book co-written by Daniel Schulke, the presiding Magister of Cultus Sabbati: the path he practices is the path which ‘serve with both hands alike’. To ‘serve with both hands’ is an idiom that is commonly said among the traditional witches I have known, meaning that a witch may do harm with one hand and give blessings with the other. Magic is manipulation and so is witchcraft. Bever (2008) had found from cases of witch trials that:

‘[...] among the manipulative uses of magic, healing was by far the most important, accounting for half the manipulative cases, or almost a third of all beneficent magical practices, and was almost as numerous as all types of divination combined. Furthermore, the other kinds of manipulative magic comprised a polyglot miscellany including various enhancements to normal human capacities like strength and marksmanship; a limited number of magical countermeasures against natural and supernatural aggression by others; exorcism of bothersome spirits; a few cases involving claims of truly supernatural powers; and a couple of occurrences that were anomalous even within the magical worldview of early modern Europe.’

Witches can heal and bless and are capable of more than harm, just as there is more to magic than cursing. Not all magical practitioners are witches, but witches are a type of magical practitioner. Moreso than hurting or blessing, witches are liminal creatures, dealing with life and death and spirits and ghosts and necromancy. Bever (2008) describes how ‘technically, necromancy meant conjuring the spirits of the dead, but in the late Middle Ages it was used more broadly to refer to conjuring spirits in general’. Witches are spirit workers, as modern occultists may say. To be a witch is to work with the Otherworld, to have a foot standing in this world and the other planted in another.

Witches historically have also used the power of words and poetry to their benefit. Take this case study explored in Bever (2008), done by the accused witch Maria who was said to use an incantation to keep a horse from eating. For the curious, the incantation went:

Your mouth must blocked be, Your mouth must stopped be, You are the Devil’s, You must bewitched be, You must the Devil’s be You won’t eat for 24 hours.

At the risk of providing a checklist and a box one must fit to be considered a ‘witch’, I want to again state that this essay is simply exploring what it means to be a witch from a historical perspective. You decide what it means for you, but to fly, to curse, to bless, to work with spirits, to deal with some Devil, to initiate and die and be reborn and more- that is what I mean when I say the word ‘witch’.

Diverging slightly from the main topic and venturing more into the area of UPG, I want to argue that at its core, this tradition of witchcraft has existed since over two thousand years ago. As explored in Ogden (2009), pharmakeia - which is the art of poison and magic from plants - has been practiced since the times of Ancient Greek. Likewise, there also existed the usage of bindings known as ‘katadeseis’, whether it be through binding tablets or kolossoi dolls. And so is the use of incantations, referred to as epoidai. Necromancy was also talked about in the past, with ‘divination from the dead’ described in Homer’s Odyssey. Hekate and Medea and Circe are witches and witch-goddesses people may typically think of when hearing about Ancient Greek witchcraft.

Moreover, consider this quote from Ogden (2009) by Ovid, writing about the drunken bawd-witches:

“She knows the craft of magic and Aeaean incantations. By her craft she turns flowing waters back to their source. She knows all too well the powers of the herb, the threads twisted by the spinning rhombos-wheel, and the secretion of the mare in love. At her wish, clouds crowd over the entire heaven; at her wish, the daylight shines in a clear sky. If you believe it, I have seen the stars dripping with blood. The face of the moon was deep red with blood. I suspect that she shape-shifts and flits about among the shades of the night and that her old body is covered with feathers. This is what I suspect, and this is what they say. Also, double pupils flash from her eyes, and the beams shine from twin circles. She calls forth great-grandfathers and the great-grandfathers of great-grandfathers from their ancient tombs and cleaves open the solid ground with a protracted incantation.”

The quote from a 1st-century BC poet bears striking resemblance to what I consider to be a witch of the traditional, crooked path. It describes a witch who uses incantations, who draws power from the herbs and natural materia, who commands the natural world like a witch commanding the wind to howl or rain to fall, someone who practices necromancy and perhaps ancestor veneration, and also perhaps what we now call spirit flight as she ‘shape-shifts and flits about among the shades of the night’ in a feathered form of a fetch. Personally, the description of the moon and stars dripping with blood reminds me chillingly of not just the witches of Thessaly but also the witches of America, as it speaks similarly of a ritual where a silver bullet is used to kill the moon and initiate the witch (Davis, 1975).

In conclusion, the craft has been alive far, far longer than we are. Therefore, there is a history associated with witchcraft, giving weight and meaning to the word ‘witch’ whose definition is both complex and particular.

Bibliography:

Bever, E. W. (2008). The realities of witchcraft and popular magic in early modern Europe: Culture, cognition and everyday life. Basingstoke: Palgrave Macmillan.

Davis, H. J. (1975). The silver bullet, and other American witch stories. Middle Village, NY: Jonathan David.

Oberon, A. (2019). Southern cunning: Folkloric witchcraft in the American South. Winchester: Moon Books.

Ogden, D. (2009). Magic, witchcraft, and ghosts in the Greek and Roman worlds: A sourcebook. New York: Oxford University Press.

Schulke, D., & Fitzgerald, R. (2018). VIA TORTUOSA: An Exposition on Crooked Path Sorcery. Xoanon Publishing.

Tangherlini, T. (2000). "How Do You Know She's a Witch?": Witches, Cunning Folk, and Competition in Denmark. Western Folklore, 59(3/4), 279-303. doi:10.2307/1500237

#traditional witchcraft #greek magic #witchcraft #the devil #spirit flight

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readingthesignsbethylspoilerblog · 3 years

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TWD Season 11:Episode #1 & #2: ALL KNOWN SPOILERS

*Note: While filming is usually shot in Episode order, there are times when schedules require filming to be out of order. Therefore, not all scenes might be for the episode we are assuming they are in. Also, scenes and part of scenes might get cut when they reach the editing room. It’s best to consider all filming spoilers to be a guesstimate.*

DO NOT KEEP READING IF YOU DON’T WISH TO BE SPOILED!

*These episodes are part of a special two-part premiere.*

Official Episode Name and Synthesis:

Episode #1: Acheron: Part I

Writers: Angela Kang and Jim Barnes

Synthesis: Returning to Alexandria from a critical food mission, the group realizes it isn’t enough. Maggie proposes a new plan, potentially a suicide mission. What choice do they have? They must find more food for all their people in order to survive and efficiently rebuild Alexandria. If they don’t, Alexandria falls, taking them down with it. Once on the road, a violent storm erupts forcing them underground into a subway tunnel. As nerves fray and suspicions increase, chaos ensues. The terror is relentless as our people get a glimpse of what Maggie and her group endured prior to returning to Alexandria. Meanwhile, those captured by the strange soldiers are relocated to another undisclosed location.

Episode #2: Acheron: Part II

Writers: Angela Kang and Jim Barnes

Synthesis: The group discovers a member did not make it to safety inside the subway car. Surrounded by walkers, going back out into the tunnel to search is a guaranteed death wish. All eyes are on Negan as the rule of survival shifts. It is no longer No Man Left Behind. The motto now is We Keep Going. With very little ammo and energy remaining, the group must ready themselves as the walkers have found a way inside the subway train. Meanwhile, Daryl is in his own intense hellish situation trying to find Dog and finding more than he expected; and Yumiko challenges the process at the Commonwealth outpost, which threatens her future and that of Eugene, Ezekiel, and Princess.

Director: Kevin Dowling

Release Date(s):

Part #1 - 8/22/21 Part #2 - 8/29/21

Actors Spotted On Set:

*Not Official - either pictured, social media confirmed, or witness accounts*

Ross Marquand (Aaron)

Callan McAuliffe (Alden)

Mellisa McBride (Carol)

Cole - Maggie’s group)

Norman Reddus (Daryl)

Joshua Lamboy (Elijah)

Josh McDermitt (Eugene)

Khary Payton (Ezekiel)

Seth Gilliam (Gabriel)

Jackson Pace (Gage)

C. Thomas Howell (Jethro?)

Cooper Andrews (Jerry)

Cailey Fleming (Judith)

Angel Theory (Kelly)

Viola Lynn Collins (Leah)

Cassady McClincy (Lydia)

Laren Cohan (Maggie)

Nadia Hilker (Magna)

Jeffrey Dean Morgan (Negan)

Paola Lazaro (Princess)

Christina Serratos (Rosita)

Kevin Carroll (Virgil)

Eleanor Mattsuura (Yumiko)

Key Filming Notes: The Alexandria Safe Zone is burnt, most notably the windmill. The group seems to be on the road (“road show vibe” - quoted by writer, Jim Barnes, during TDTM podcast on 2/22) looking for something...most likely food and supplies.

AMC Official Released Footage:

*not every scene from teaser footage is necessarily only from these particular episodes*

Threatened Teaser Video-

https://youtu.be/2J5JjD7Zlh4

https://youtu.be/lyGcSN2h7nE

Guarded Teaser Video-

https://youtu.be/rbi6Vu5TA9M

https://youtu.be/3jD7kjRUXeY

Outnumbered Teaser Video-

https://youtu.be/jADxJMsgOCE

https://youtu.be/y_J2WzWXfTU

Survivor Teaser Video-

https://youtu.be/GnK3L9swSdg

https://youtu.be/sPObzwNR_kA

Have or Have Nots Teaser Video-

https://youtu.be/Zu-s0beyUds -

Season 11 Episode 1 Teaser Video #1-

https://youtu.be/-k3N3S_-_Vg

Season 11 Episode 1 Teaser Video #2-

https://youtu.be/h9_Ijp8pKDI

In Production Teaser #1

https://youtu.be/9fbhhH9VsPg

In Production Teaser #2

https://youtu.be/dRVmlimgxpg

In Production Teaser #3

https://youtu.be/6iCE18ydFgg

AMC Official Released Stills:

Filming Pictures From Around the Web:

Date: 02/06/2021

Location: Alexandria Safe Zone

Credit: sweetstephen55

Date: 02/07/2021

Location: Alexandria Safe Zone

Credit: TWD Universe Spoilers

Date: Around 02/07/2021

Location: Alexandria Safe Zone

Credit: TWD Universe Spoilers

Date: Around 2/9 - 2/12

Location: Airport/Speedway

Credit: Not Dead Family

Date: Around 2/9 - 2/12

Location: Airport/Speedway

Credit: Deadmanz Tourz

Date: Around 2/15 - 2/19

Location: Warehouse

Credit: Deadmanz Tourz

Date: Around 2/22

Location: Warehouse

Credit: Deadmanz Tourz

Date: 2/24

Location: Alexandria Safe Zone

Credit: TWD Universe Spoilers

Date: 3/12 - Might be episode #3

Location: Alexandria Safe Zone

Credit: Georgia Tour Company

Notable Social Media Posts:

Who? AMC

Where Posted? Instagram

Who? Denise Huth

Where Posted? Instagram

Who? Lauren Ridloff

Where Posted? Instagram

Who? Various Crew

Where Posted? Various

Who? Various Crew

Where Posted? Instagram

Who? Cassady McClincy (Lydia)

Where Posted? Instagram

Who? Various Crew

Where Posted? Instagram

Who? Cassady McClincy

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Who? Ross Marquand

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voidselfshipp · 3 years

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Howdy Lazaro it's Sunny from @tex-treasures ! I wanted to ask these for your different f/os!

🍳do you and your f/o cook for each other? (whos the better cook? what’s on the menu? if neither of you, what kind of food do you order in?). For Peter B Parker!

☀️ Who wakes up the earliest? For Geralt!

🌻 describe what home is like for you and your f/o. (do you live together? would you like to? how do you decorate? what makes it comfortable for you both?) For Díana!

💿 do you have a favorite movie/tv show that you and your f/o watch together? and how about music? (how much do you/your f/o watch tv? how deep into the shows/movies are you? do you both share similar music taste? is it played aloud, or savored quietly? do you sing along or dance?) For Klaus!

OH BOY LOOK HOW MANY!/POS and I love you called me lazaro!!! I love that name sm, I should use it more

Peter. B. Parker:

Peter CANNOT Cook, he tries, he really does. But his ass CANNOT, when I Cook I try to make something that feels familiar to him. Like Bacon, pancakes. He really likes em.

He does know so Many good places to order! Its so crazy how he knows so much!.

Geralt

He does. I CANNOT stress enough, the fucker wakes up earlier than the fucking sun, the early bird gets the worm ig. Sometimes he'll have a lazy day if I trap him in bed somehow.

Diana

Diana likes to decorate her side of the room with things from her home, and specially things I gift her. My side is mostly my art and things Diana gets me. Our house is a mix of both! Its very nice and cozy, she had a fireplace built. Its so nice. Oh and lots of sunflowers

Klaus

Klaus loves HE LOVES AND LIVES for trashy tv. Its his passion, im ok with watching anything as long as we are togheter.

Music is a mix of everything, he listens whatever he feels like listening and I follow along, I dont mind, unless I wake up in a mood of listening something else, then we take turns.

Thank you for the ask! Moots ok to rb.

#klaus hargreeves tag pending #geralt #peter b parker tag pending #⚔🛡youre wonderfull!🛡⚔#ask #f/o ask

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sirrriusblack · 4 years

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Coffee Cup

Hiiiii, so first of all, I haven’t written anything in a good while, I’m sorryyyy, I just haven’t had the energy lately. I should be back to normal but uh, apologies if I’m not :)) Second of all, this song was suggested to me by @alphamarkab a little bit ago and I just immediately got wolfstar vibes.

Sooooo, here is a coffee shop au song fic based on Coffee Cup by Anthony Lazaro :)

* * *

Sirius couldn’t stand it. The empty flat. The near silence. The lack of laughter and joking and life. Sirius had been more than okay when James announced he was moving out of their shared flat and moving in with Lily. In fact, Sirius had probably been more excited than Lily and James themselves. But that didn’t change the fact that for the first time in Sirius’ life, he was alone. And he couldn’t escape it. Every bare wall where photos had hung, every empty shelf waiting to be filled with dust, every spot of silence throughout the flat taunted Sirius. He didn’t realise how much he needed people, until the people were gone. And obviously Sirius knew that he could still call James and Lily whenever, that he could invite Pete or James over whenever he felt like it, but it wasn’t the same. Sirius hadn’t slept at all last night. It was late morning now and it was taking every inch of him not to lean forward, grab his phone and call James. Or Pete. Or even fucking Regulus.

Sirius’ brother still wasn’t speaking to him, no doubt too scared to risk his parents’ wrath. Not that Sirius could blame him, but Reg could leave. He could leave and he could come live with Sirius and deliver a huge fuck you to their parents and their titles and their money. But he chose to stay. The last time Sirius had offered to help him escape, Regulus had blocked all contact with him. Fuck. Sirius needed a distraction. He picked up his phone. 10:53 am. He called Marlene. She didn’t answer. Clearing his throat and shaking his head, Sirius grabbed his leather jacket and opened the door.

* * *

Caffeine Break was the only valid coffee shop Sirius had ever been to and he would stand by that until the day he died. It was a fifteen-minute walk from his flat, they sold the best coffee Sirius had ever tried, and Marlene worked there, which meant discounts. He was hoping he’d find Marls there today. The bell above the door chimed as Sirius walked in and didn’t even stop to look around the shop before he beelined for the register. A thin, wobbly boy greeted Sirius with a wide smile and a very repulsive brown hat. Sirius made a face that he wasn’t too sure was as pleasant as he’d intended, judging by the barista’s face.

“Hi, what can I get for you?” he asked, still smiling. Sirius tried to smile back.

“Uh, is Marlene in today?” he asked, hoping the boy knew who he was talking about.

“Um no, sorry, I’m covering her shift, actually,” the boy explained. “She’s sick,” he added at Sirius' confused glance. The boy drummed his fingers against the register and Sirius shook his head.

“Uh, right, thank you… could I get a black coffee? Just a black coffee,” he repeated, looking up at the boy, who nodded.

“Sure, that’ll be $3.50,” he said, holding out his hand. Sirius fumbled around his pockets for a moment before he pulled out a five-dollar note and handed it to the boy.

“Keep the change,” he muttered, feeling slightly dizzy.

“Oh, thank you,” the boy smiled. “Can I get a name for that?” he asked, gesturing to the register.

“Right, uh, Sirius,” he said, walking away slowly. The boy nodded and put the cash in the register.

“Won’t be a moment,” he turned to the next customer. “Hi, how can I help you?”

Sirius stood against the side wall of the shop, tapping his foot to the ground for what felt like hours. He checked the time. 11:12 am. It had only been two minutes. He sighed and shifted his weight onto his other foot when the barista that had served him called out.

“Order for Sirius and order for Remus!” He waited for Sirius to get to the counter before he handed him the drink and turned back to the register. Sirius started to walk to the back of the shop, where the comfiest booths were, when he took a sip of his drink and almost spat it right back out. It wasn’t coffee. Not even remotely. It was chamomile tea. Sirius spun the cup around and read the name scrawled in black ink: Remus. He turned back to the counter and laid his eyes upon a guy about his age, looking right back at him.

Sirius couldn’t move. The person across the room from him was—stunning. Literally. His hair was a mess of tawny curls that fell across his pale forehead and scraped the back of his neck. Clear framed glasses—too big for his face but somehow perfect for him—adorned his face and his shy smile was something Sirius thought he might never recover from. Remus—Sirius guessed—took a step forward and Sirius’ eyes travelled down. He was wearing a sweater, big and soft and grey, along with black jeans and white sneakers that didn’t look all that white anymore. Remus, with huge hands lost in his sleeves and wrapped around the cup, kept walking toward Sirius, dragging his feet along with him. The shy smile that had appeared before had made its exit and if Sirius looked closely enough, Remus almost looked sad. No, not almost. The smile returned when he got closer though and if it weren’t for that damned smile, Sirius just might’ve asked him to stay at a safe distance. All he could see now, however, were two big, green, beautiful, entrancing, wonderful eyes staring back at him and Sirius had to do everything in his power not to lose his shit.

“Remus?” he asked, sticking his hand out. Remus nodded and shook Sirius’ hand, glancing down at the cup in his own hands.

“Serious? I somehow feel like that’s not right,” he said, glancing back up. Sirius’ heart was skipping as he heard Remus’ voice, low and soft and beautiful. He could fall asleep to that voice alone and thinking back to last night, that was saying something. Sirius realised that Remus was still waiting for a reply, and blinked quickly.

“Oh uh, yeah, they do that every time. You’d think they’d know by now,” he said and Remus huffed a laugh. “It’s Sirius,” he added. Remus nodded.

“Like the star,” they both said at the same time. After a moment of awkward, broken laughter, Sirius stepped back a little.

“Right so um, I didn’t realise this wasn’t mine and I drank some of it,” he started. “I can get you another one if you’d like? Or I can—“

“Oh no, no it’s alright,” Remus reassured him, holding out Sirius’ cup. They swapped and each took a sip of their own drink before they both smiled awkwardly. “Right so uh, it was nice meeting you, Sirius ‘like the star’… I’ll um, see you around.”

“Yeah, see you,” Sirius replied, amused. Remus bit his lip and turned, heading toward the door, dragging his feet again. His smile fell almost right away and his shoulders sagged like they were being weighed down by something Sirius couldn’t see. He almost made it out the door before Sirius’ hero complex kicked in. Almost.

“Hey Remus!” he called out. The scuffing feet stopped as Remus turned to face Sirius, green eyes curious. Sirius half jogged over to Remus.

“Everything alright?” Remus asked, pushing his glasses up his nose and glancing around for an explanation. Sirius flicked the pad of his thumb back and forth over the coffee cup lid. “I, uh… it’s totally none of my business,” he started, moving his hand into his jacket pocket. “But I just wanted to ask—you look kind of upset… are you okay?” He finally got the words out and Remus seemed shocked. His eyes glazed over for a moment, like he wanted nothing less than to talk to Sirius about his feelings. But then his gaze softened and he shrugged.

“I’ve just...I guess I’m just having a shit day,” he explained, twirling the cup in his hands. Sirius smiled knowingly.

“Do you want to talk about it over coffee?” he asked, eyes glinting. Remus huffed a laugh. “Or over horrible tea,” Sirius added, nodding to the cup in Remus’ hand. Remus scoffed, but smiled nonetheless.

“I’ll have you know that chamomile is a great tea,” he said, scrunching his nose slightly. Sirius almost died. He really almost died. Remus let out a loud laugh that neither of them had been expecting. Sirius decided right then that he wanted to hear that laugh as much he possibly could. Remus took a step toward the booths at the back of the coffee shop. “I’d love to talk about it over coffee and horrible tea,” Remus smiled. Sirius followed after him, all dizziness long gone.

“I’ve just peeked your name on the coffee cup

What a stroke of luck the guy just messed up

and gave your cup to me.”

— Anthony Lazaro, Coffee Cup

#marauders era #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #marauders era au #marauders era fanfiction #wolfstar coffee shop au #song fic #coffee cup #anthony lazaro #my writing #i think the real question is #should i write a part 2 #because i kind of want to #but like also #do i have the time?

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