#so its not even rly private and then she just keeps walking in to tell you

[rebellum]

Okay I didn't wanna bother op by putting this in the tags of that last post I reblogged, the bitch daughter/bastard son post

But that is SO confrontational that it's FASCINATING for me

Like I can't imagine anyone in my family calling someone else a bitch. Even on my dad's side of the family, which is relatively mean, where my dad DEFINITELY things my aunt is a massive bitch.

I wanna put that op's mom under a michael scope and study her. What could possibly inspire you to call your child a bitch. Over PANTS. Like over anything is wild. But over PANTS.!.????? I am fascinated.

[here2bbtstrash]

So this is how it started…..

And I REALLY was like, doing my homework with this chapter

And clearly couldn’t keep up with the deep analysis, chp 8 got better and better (as expected 🥹)and.. ok I’ll proceed to rant whatever thought is left on my MESSED UP BRAIN… ok they were bonding and taking care of eo meals SO AWKWARDLY??? Lmao like ok here’s some coffee and some gross sweet shit, idk eat it if y want idc *proceeds to drop it and walking away* also AB written on the cup my god you’re a fucking genius ily so much jajajajajjjjajajajajajaajj

And pls I love how she’s so confused about him and instead of unpack her thoughts with the BEST BSF JIMINIE MY BELOVED she’s like “ok imma go fuck him,yeah that’ll make everything more clear (no judging her tho like WHO WOULDNT ITS FUCKING MIN YOONGI)

“Is this a booty call” I KNEW HE’D BE THE ONE TO SAY THAT pls he’s so annoying!!!! and hot!

And ofc… they’re bonding in the best way: ✨trauma✨ but seriously I loved the way they skipped unnecessary and cliché comfort words, just listening eo🥹💜 (and OMG the whiskey scene from the vliveeee I’m a psychic like jiminie lol)

The smooooth “want a tour?” just to end up in his bedroom 😏

But it was the first time they took their time 😭😭😭 the first time seeing eo naked😭😭 THEY FINALLY KISSED !!!!!! These bitches were starving!!

“You’re not the only one with great head game” 🆘🆘 helppp🚨police‼️🚨🚨 him making her squirrrttttt 😫🤯and I’m going to stop with the smut scenes bc if I’m going to say what I liked I might as well re-write the entire scene, so I’ll just say that I came the hardest ever and had to take some time bc I was FED yes in red bc I don’t know how to emphasize how good your smut is you’re a goddess 😫❤️‍🔥 and what is it with you and showers scenes??? Why/how are they so good and soft and hot at the same time 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

They being awkward the next few days? Mhmm nothing new GROW UP MORONS but also don’t?? I’m enjoying the drama what can I say🤭

AS FOR MY BABY STAR CANDY🥺THE AUDACITY😠 I’ll expect an apology with tears and lots of banana milks😤😤 come here baby I’ll cuddle you while playing with your piercings, run my hands trough your beautiful hair and show you the funniest tiktoks🥺💜🫂 I mean I understand her bc she’s so fucking confused and so fucking paranoid! But In love with her or not he’s just looking out for her, ffs why the fuck she went so hard on him😫😫 but I’ll trust the process🥺

Wheeeeewwwwww This didn’t feel like 15k at alllll it was so good that I read it in a heartbeat 😂 I think this is my fav chapter so far!! Idek how to end this review but just know that you blew my mind again and I love you M💜 you’re amazing!!!!!! Te amo bebé can’t wait to see what the future hold for these two 😍

sfkjdglsdfgjslg I APPRECIATE THE EFFORT 🥺 it's my fault that this chapter was a million years long and i decided to shove pivotal moments in every 2 seconds like i cannot IMAGINE anyone trying to comment on every single thing 🤣 we'd be here all day!!!!

NOT YOU ROASTING THEM FOR BONDING AWKWARDLY LMAOOOOOO listen 🥴 it's their first time being nice they don't know how to do this shit!!!! like uhhhhh here have some food guess i don't hate you all the time alright gotta go 🏃‍♀️ and yessss the AB on the cup!!!! i just had to stick a little callback in there (what am i talking about i stuck so many callbacks in this chapter for no reason sdkfjsldf)

she's such a dummy it's true 🤦‍♀️ your bestie who has been telling you this shit over and over is RIGHT THERE and instead you're???? gonna fuck your feelings away????? ma'am??????? and ofc yoongi had to call her out on it 😏

sdfkfhdgjd YOU ARE PSYCHIC THO !!! you literally sent me that ask the day i drafted that whiskey and trauma bonding scene and i was like 👀 SHE HAS NO IDEA..... 🤭

LMAO THEY RLY WERE STARVING.... my god...... fucking in a private place in a bed for once, can you even believe 😩 and LOL NOT THE HIGHEST FORM OF PRAISE 🙇‍♀️ i had sooooo much fun writing this smut and letting these two dummies finally be a SMIDGE intimate 🫠 also wow now that i think of it i have literally written 3 shower moments in a row lately am i ??? okay ???? what's going on with me

and of course the piss poor communication strikes again.... both between yoongi and reader and with 😭 baby goth 😭 dog dad 😭 didn't deserve this.....

i really really appreciate you calling out reader's state of mind and taking that into consideration tho 💜 i see a lot of people SUPER angry about how she handled it (which, FINE!!! she did it BAD! REAL BAD!) but at the same time - she is not doing well y'all 🤣 that adrenaline rush of thinking she's getting caught is REAL, and she's swimming in her own denial (and i would argue, so was jk 🤭) and a whole lot of hurt/weird yoongi feelings sooooo yes. she fucked up and went aggro on him 😭 but i promise they're gonna work it out ❤️‍🩹

omggggg the favorite chapter so far?!?!?! gahhhh what an honor 🙇‍♀️ i was super scared about posting bc 1. this chapter is fucking THICC lol and 2. it's got so much to it! so many changes!! shit is ramping UP!!!! so it means so much to know you really enjoyed it 🥺 eeeee i love you so much jaz i'm so glad you're enjoying this wild ride!!! GRAMMYS ARE NEXT HERE WE FUCKING GOOOOO 💜

[naturenaruto]

so got an idea from this amazing art by @banana-banshee

✨a jutjutsu kaisen regular kids!au✨

-where curses dont exist and yuji stays in regular highschool and goes to his weekly supernatural club (the friends are okk!!!! they play mock-up curse games like d&d)

-grandpa lives 😌 and continues to raise and help yuji. he still has health probs but yuji chills w him in the hospital and reads/writes manga(he wants to be a writer one day🤗)

-gojo, utahime, nanami etc are all teachers, yoshinobu is the principle, shoko is the nurse, masamichi is the gym teacher😂

-gojo is blind, he dyes his hair white for the lulz, and is the students fav teacher / a jokester, his class is an gaurenteed A as long as you dont tell on him to the principle for all the nonconstructive class trips (strange little excursions throughout the hallways, games in the sports fields, scavenger hunts throughout the school etc)

-nanami went into teaching bc he wanted to help (altho if you asked him he'd just say he just wanted the job security🙄 but he left bc Reasons (hint: a certain fellow teacher may possibly have somethingeverything to do w it) and got a soulless corporate job but missed....the kids👀👀 so he took the pay cut and came back

-megumi and nobara are transfer students. megumi just wants to get away from his family (and the private academy he had been goin to) nobara keeps getting kicked out of schools for fighting/anger issues

-shes encouraged to join the baseball team and meets team captain maki (who has just as many if not more Issues™️ than her)(theyre besties now<3)

-megumi is Severly Depressed and antisocial™️ (his sister is in a coma and he meets a pink haired kid there in the hospital hallway one day whos visiting his grandpa) > pink hair kid™️ makes an Impression > megumi feels goodweird for the first time in Years > phk™️ mentions his public hs he goes to (megumi almost stumbled onto him bc he was zoning out while stirring coffee he had no intention of drinking and the phk™️ was laying haphazardly in the hallway reading some Weird Manga) > megumi decides hes had Enough w his private academy and their soulless elitism and decides to transfer to public school for phk™️ his /health/

-reality of the differences hit him hard tho (ppl actually Daring to talk to him bc the name Zenin™️ holds no meaning here)(him having to choose between responding or looking like a smug asshole)(not being able to use the family name to get out of the work(hes not lazy hes depressed™️)(not knowing how to deal w everyone being interested in him but not bc of his family???? they actually??want to get to know???[him]?)(constantly not knowing if the friendly smiles are real or not)(it gets to be Too Much)(and he almost drops out but a goofy (and vaguely familiar) teacher (where has he seen that white hair before?) manages to convince him to keep trying and invites him to join the club he leads (its an supernatural club)(phk™️ is there)(his prestigious family™️ would never approve of him bein friends w someone w pink hair)(pink hair is Not Classy)(supernatural fiction is childrens fantasy)(he should be in chess or fencing club or some shit)(but this is his choice)(he grins as he walks out of his first meeting)

-todo and choso are upperclassmen + bros w yuji😌 todo tells him abt the baseball team (its co-ed) and he befriends nobara and maki

-megumi would rather sulk in the stands than join a sport™️ but he takes up art and Draws His Feelings (Randomly And Completely Unsupported By Any Evidence Whatsoever his drawings start to turn into panels of a manga👀)

-miwa and momo are galpals (girlfriends,,,,,,theyre girlfriends) and also cheerleaders until nobara shows up and tells them they could use more girls on the ball team

-naoya is the school bully

-innumaki is mostly nonverbal (yuji pulls him into The Friend Group and they all learn to translate the few words he does say)(no one had ever bothered to Try before)(girl kelp😭)

-sukuna is the name yuji gives the voice of his intrusive thoughts; hes getting better at ignoring him(((sometimes)))

-panda is human! its just a nickname bc he wears a panda costume as the school mascot (he wears it around school even when theres not a game tht day🐼)

-kokichi is disabled, uses a wheelchair, is the the club w the others, is a gamer™️ (his username is mechamaru)

-junpei (junpeiiiii😢😭) is bullied alot but one time yuji and megumi See It and Stop It and now theyre all friends uwuwuwuu😭😩😭

-mahito is a creep who crepps around the school with his followers tryin to manipulate and trick students into like his cult or w/e idk i havent figured it out yet (once nanami finds out tho....)

-hanami is one of those extreme environment advocate preachers lol

ahhhhh😅just the basics for somethng i might get to at some point and expand on these bc i rly love regularppl!aus so yeah😬

[embyrinitalics]

Calamiversary: Link’s POV II

Here’s some more scenes from Link’s POV—about 2.4k worth! (I rly hope this makes up a little bit for the fact that I haven’t updated in two months omg)

But you know how I said that reading through my old stuff makes me cringe? Yeah this is like, way worse. It’s all unedited, and I wrote these in December 2018, so it’s all old. It’s all embarrassing. 😬 But with that disclaimer, I’m going to put my personal feelings aside and let you guys read it if you want 😂

Also now that I’m looking at this I feel like they’re not in chronological order, like that scene with Revali stabbing him should have come after these ones with Mipha, but   o h   w e l l

Here u go!

  Drowning

At first, all that registers is the pain, white and hot across my throat, and the numb realization that I’m going to die.

Of course, it’s not that simple for me.

The half of me that I’m always suppressing senses my weakness, slamming frantically against my defenses in the span of a heartbeat. I have to choose between saving myself and containing it. So I pour everything I am into holding him in, dragging him down with me in a white-knuckled grip. But he fights back.

The pain is agony, a thousand heated needles covering my entire body and then being driven down to the bone in nauseating synchrony. He thrashes in my hold, tendrils of his hate whipping out in places, and my vision blotches white. I feel the deathstroke across my throat heal; the earth quaking beneath my feet; the malice seeping out of me like blood oozing out of a wound.

I can hear myself screaming beyond the war, part agony and part fury. Part man and part beast. It’s slowly tearing me in two, ripping ligaments and shredding flesh as it claws deliriously towards escape. I grapple with him, desperately trying to hold on even as he starts pulling my limbs apart. But I know it’s only a matter of time.

Then I see her. Her light cuts through the pain, through the fear and the hate, brilliant and pure as the sun. I can’t speak; I can only stare, imploring her with my eyes to end me quickly.

She takes my face in her hands and I suck a sudden breath. Her glowing touch is warm and soft, comforting, and not the violent end I had been expecting—the touch of a goddess, and for a moment I can breathe.

Then her light engulfs everything—the woods, my body, and soon my mind. The relief from the pain and the peace of it is so indescribably jarring that I don’t resist, falling headlong into it.

And then I’m drowning. Drowning in the sensation of her between my hands, of the softness of her lips under mine, of the closeness of her. Drowning in sensations that are brand new and millennia old at once. I’m drowning, burning from the inside out, and even though it aches I don’t want it to end.

I remember myself, haltingly, and muster the will to let her go. I drop my forehead against hers, grappling with how much I want her—and with how far I’ve let myself fall. There’s no amount of leniency on her part that could possibly excuse this. But I’m not concerned with the consequences for myself; only with how my lack of self-control must have affected her.

“Forgive me,” I breathe. “That was—”

But she silences me, her soft, delicate fingers brushing my mouth with a feather-light touch that sends another pang of want rippling through my middle. Her eyes pierce into me, unendingly blue and so powerful I can’t help but wonder if it’s her magic. Then she exhales, drifting closer, her eyes falling heavy-lidded to my mouth just before they close completely. And the feeling of her lips meeting mine, electric, breathless, so warm, sends me diving under the surge of sensation again.

I draw her close, losing myself in her. There’s nothing even close to this—her touch, her taste, the sound she makes when I angle her head to deepen the kiss.

And I don’t know why I’ve denied myself for so long. I’ve always wanted her. And now that I’ve tasted this, tasted her—even all the armies in Hyrule couldn’t keep me from her now.

I smile against her mouth. Slaughtering them would be easy.

Through the intoxicated cloud swirling in my brain, the thought snags unpleasantly, like a potent flicker of light in a comfortable darkness. It’s enough to slow me down, enough to make me think.

Enough to make me realize this can’t possibly be real.

I stop, pulling away slowly to search her eyes. So familiar. So beautiful it makes my heart ache.

But she’s been dead for 10,000 years.

I want to ignore it, dive headlong into the illusion of her. But I can’t unsee it. I murmur, breaking the spell, “This isn’t real.”

She blinks, and suddenly she’s different. Still familiar. Still beautiful. Still alive. And then the pieces are snapping into place, and the woman in my hands isn’t the one I loved so many millennia ago. It’s the Zelda of this era, the one who only knows me as I am—as the Calamity. And we’re reliving one of her memories—one of my memories—

And it’s agony. All at once the peace is gone, the gentle, tremulous bit of happiness the memory had lent me and I had been nursing in my heart like a single spark in an endless night, and the hatred is flooding in. The anger. Everything the illusion had been strong enough to veil.

And I remember what I am. I feel the evil pouring through my veins like a poison. I feel it making my heart pound stronger. I feel it coloring my vision and filling me with desires I must never obey.

And it’s agony.

I’m quaking on the inside, partly from fury and partly from shock. And then I erupt.

“What are you doing here?”

She looks as lost as I feel, green eyes glittering with shock and fright. “I—I don’t know—”

“Is this some kind of a joke to you? You think that just because you have her memories that they’re yours to do with as you please?”

“No! I didn’t mean to do this—”

Oh, I want to break her. I want to hold her down and force her to taste some of the pain I have. I want to hear her scream. But I push her away instead, unwilling to give the monster the edge.

“Well undo it!”

She stumbles into the mantel, turning back with that pretty face covered in tears. And the satisfaction and the guilt churning together in my stomach makes me feel sick.

“I don’t know how!” she tries to reason. “It was an accident!”

I turn away and try to breathe. That glimmer of humanity, after 10,000 years without—and then to have it just wrested away—

“This how you operate when you don’t get your way, then?” I bite out before I can rein it in. “Prick the Calamity, see if he bleeds?”

“I told you it was an accident,” she says again, more quietly.

She sounds so miserable. A very small part of me wants to comfort her. But I’m so furious I can hardly see straight. Forcing me to relive this moment—with her—

What was she thinking? What in the name of the gods made her think she had the right? Hadn’t I been through enough? Hadn’t I endured enough torture over the last eon? Did she really have to reach down into my most private, most intimate moments and drag them into the daylight, too? The last, precious fragments of who I was, that I hold onto so fiercely, lest I lose myself completely—

Why?

“Magic doesn’t just materialize out of nothing,” I growl, closing the distance again, propelled by a fresh wave of anger. “What did you want to know? If it would hurt me to relive this? If I could even tell the difference between you?”

She winces like my words had been a slap. “No!”

“Then what?” I grab ahold of her, desperate for this to be over. Desperate to just—just feel nothing. “Do you want me to admit that you remind me of her? That I’m in agony every time I look at you? Is that it?”

“I don’t want anything! Let me go!”

“Would it please you to know that I am?” I murmur, my voice dangerously quiet, and she goes still. “Every time.”

And now, I realize numbly, it will be worse.

Because now she doesn’t just remind me of what I had with my Zelda.

Now I’ve tasted her, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to again.

  Frightening

“I’m sorry about what happened with the Champions,” she says quietly, catching me off guard. “I imagine it was… frightening, losing control like that.”

Yes. Yes, it was. I don’t think I’ve ever been so afraid of anything in my life as I was in that moment, so close to rupturing, so close to tearing her apart with a thought, so close to losing myself completely and destroying everything I love in the aftermath. I want so badly to tell her, to unburden myself. I know she’s hoping I will. And that just… makes the temptation worse. She’s staring through me with unseeing eyes, full of the desire to understand, to heal even a little bit of the damage. I want to pull her closer, taste her again, thread my fingers in her hair and indulge in the warmth of her. I want to lose myself in her touch, in her lips, lose myself to her instead of to the monster working to claw its way out of me. I want to—

Gods!

“You were right,” I manage, finally. “They weren’t to know.”

“How have you been since?” she asks. So eager. So earnest. So gentle. It’s infuriating. “Any lingering effects? Urges to explode?”

“I always feel the urge to explode,” I scoff, grateful for the levity. “But no. The seal is as strong as it ever was.”

  The Zora Princess

We stop to rest and I quietly remove myself. So I can breathe. So they can breathe.

The air tastes clearer once I put some distance between us, like grass and wind and the malice in my mouth instead of the honeyed flavor of their adrenaline. The pressure in the back of my mind eases somewhat without the constant temptation, but the hollow gnaw of the hunger is just as strong as it ever was. I lower myself into the prairie grass, beating back a groan.

The Gerudo and that bird creature are arguing about something. It makes Zelda laugh.

That’s good.

Then the wind shifts and the air tastes of sugar and salt, and I turn towards it slowly. It’s the Zora girl. She’s so short the grass is up to her knees, and her trident has become more of a walking stick than a weapon. She’s so quiet it’s easy to forget she’s there—but she’s one of the Champions, and royalty, if the headdress is any indication. I’m sure she’s stronger than she looks. The fact that she’s confronting me on her own is evidence enough.

I tilt my head at her as she draws close, feeling after that gentle spike in her heart rate as I fix her in my stare. It makes my spine burn.

“Princess,” I greet her quietly. “To what do I owe this honor?”

She leans on her staff, remarkably calm, and I can feel the tendrils of power wafting off her.

“You’re in a great deal of pain,” she says.

My lips move towards a frown as I draw the inevitable conclusion. Just my luck. “You’re a healer.”

“Yes.”

And her magic is a peculiar brand. Very strong, almost magnetized in the way it drifts towards injury. It’s what brought her to me. I wouldn’t be surprised if she could bring someone back from the brink of death.

I contemplate her usefulness for a moment; but I need to go much further than the brink, and that’s well beyond even her abilities.

  Dreamcraft

I carry her up to the campsite, lay her near the fire and rouse it a bit so she isn’t freezing, and then grudgingly lift the sleepweb from the Zora girl. Her eyes open and then drift upwards, like she’s watching the spell float away.

Her eyes settle on me, finally, all golden and rippling, and she says, “You seem better.”

She’s a strange one. No demanding what I’d done, or where I’d gone, or what had happened. But she’s also sharp. Sharp enough that her bold-faced concern makes me feel manipulated. But she’s not wrong. I had been caught up in feeling terrified to notice, but the hunger had faded into background noise. Throbbing, like something swollen. I frown, trying to puzzle out how that had happened.

I finally admit, because it’s too easy to admit things when I’m with her, “We shared a dream.”

“And that helps?”

I can’t be sure if it’s the emotional implosion that follows one of her illusions merely drowning the hunger out, or an actual, measurable, residual effect of her dreamcraft. Either way, it’s worth studying. Which is horrifying.

“Maybe.”

We sit by the fire in silence for a while. That’s easy, too. Almost like we had been friends once, in another life. I’m watching the flames, and she’s watching Zelda, and then so am I.

“Could you enter her dreams now? While she sleeps?”

The idea of sauntering into her mind uninvited worms unpleasantly in whatever scrap of my conscience is left, vaguely reminiscent of guilt. But she’s plowed headlong into mine more than once, so it seems only fair. For some reason that reasoning doesn’t make the worming stop. I still haven’t answered, and her eyes glide to the side of my head. I call up the fire more, loosing a taut, tired sigh at her persistence.

“Possibly.”

It’s noncommittal and non-revealing, which I assume will grind her advance to a halt. But she slips around it like water in that infuriating way she does.

“You should try it sometime,” she says.

I tilt my head at her. “You don’t find the idea of trespassing on her mind morally objectionable?”

She shrugs. “Not as objectionable as you tearing a swathe of Hyrule up by the roots.”

And that’s logic I can hardly argue with. Her eyes say she knows. And suddenly I find the image of her pretty crimson skull smashed against the stone and its contents spattered everywhere very appealing.

“You need her,” she adds, too simply, too condemningly, and I have to swallow down fury and terror.

Because she’s right.

The night drags and drags and drags, dread and disgust whipping me into a tumble of disquiet and every quiet tremble of fear or pleasure from her tempting me into her head.

[glacecakes]

Alchemy Lullaby (11/?)

Of all the changes that came with living in the castle, becoming a father was not one he anticipated. When Eugene encounters a small child suffering like he did, he gives them the opportunity to grow up the way he never did… helping them both heal. (AU where Varian is 4 and gets adopted by Eugene)

Varian comes down with a cold; the ramifications of learning the truth.

Read the rest on AO3

Starting making this, had a breakdown, bon apetit.

No deadass that's what happened @space--butterflies and @finnoky gave me a rly good idea, I rewrote the whole chapter, had a mental breakdown, went to therapy, cranked this out. So. sorry for being late rip.

Uhhh it's 2 am I'm too tired to do my usual spiel remember to vote tomorrow if u can, comment, kudos, blood sacrifice, thank u i would die for u all

So apparently staying up all night with your negative thoughts in order to win your father’s love was a bad idea. 

The rest of the day was silent and somber. Rapunzel and Eugene kept sharing looks that Varian couldn’t comprehend. Cassandra paled whenever she looked at him. But they never spoke a word of what had occurred, and it was driving Varian crazy. He didn’t get any of the victory glory, no, instead he got bitterness and despair. At least momma would have been proud of him; she’d always wanted him to control his powers. 

Around bedtime he got cranky. It started with not wanting to eat dinner. Usually Eugene would let Varian throw a tantrum; he refused to bow to Varian’s wishes and let him have his way. But not then. Eugene was terrified of a tantrum, what the destruction could entail. So when Varian refused to eat, he didn’t question it, and simply carted Varian off to an early bedtime. 

But when he and his girlfriend came to get Varian in the morning, exhausted from a night of conversing and debating and crying, they found Varian not much better off. 

The boy’s face was coated in sweat, radiating an uncomfortable heat. He whimpered, not even complaining when Eugene lifted him up out of bed. Instead he buried his face into the crook of Eugene’s neck, hot tears dripping down onto it. While morning cuddles were usual, this crying was definitely not. 

It was so concerning that they had booked it down to the infirmary half out of their minds with worry. 

“You said he woke up like this?” The doctor asked, brushing a gloved hand across Varian’s temple. 

“Yes, he won’t talk to me, is he ok? I mean, obviously not, but-”

Eugene’s panicking was cut off by an abrupt sneeze, then another. Varian moaned, shifting away from the doctor’s hand. 

“Loud,” Varian mumbled. “Hurts.”

They all quieted. “Sounds like a bug, or the flu,” Rapunzel hummed. 

The doctor nodded. “He just needs rest and fluids. Has he ever been sick before?” 

“Not while with us, no.”

“Alright. Take his temperature every hour until the fever breaks, and if it gets above 103 bring him back.” With a ruffle to Varian’s hair, the doctor wandered off, likely to see another patient. 

“I’ll take him back to his room,” Eugene muttered. “You’re probably busy today, right?”

“Not too busy for him!” The princess whispered back. She frowned, reaching a hand over and brushing it against Varian’s cheek. Poor thing. “He’s miserable, he’ll need some love and snuggles.”

“Did you not hear the doctor? He needs rest.”

“How can he rest when he’s in pain!?” 

The conversation became more biting the more both of them spoke. Even without them running on minimal sleep, taking care of a sick child would not be ideal. And it seemed they had wildly different ideas on how to help. 

It didn’t help they’d been up all night thinking about the… other problem.

“Look,” Rapunzel finally sighed. “We all need sleep. You can take the first shift, I’ll come get you in a few hours. Ok?” Her eyes, while misty from frustration, tried to shine with their usual kindness. Eugene felt like he’d been punched in the gut with a guilt fist, but also, he remembered why he loved this woman so much. 

Eugene smiled sadly. “Alright, get some rest. Love you.” She gave him a peck on the cheek, and with that, she left.

For a moment he was lost in thought, but Eugene frowned as Varian began to squirm. Tears of pain still streaked down chubby cheeks, at least until Eugene began to bounce him in his arms. He kept one hand on Varian’s head and pulled it to his chest, the other kept supporting his son. Varian, despite being past infancy, still retained a love for being cradled and rocked. Likely because he never really got it before. It did the trick, and he was back to an uneasy calm in minutes.

He kept up the bouncing, letting Varian rest while they walked back to Varian’s room. He only stopped his soothing motions to deposit Varian back in bed, and then switched to stroking his son’s soft hair. 

“Daddy don’t go,” Varian whispered. “‘M sorry.”

Eugene blinked. There it was again, calling him dad. So far Varian only did it when especially upset or tired, but it warmed his heart every time. The situation wasn’t great, but still the fuzzies remained. 

“What are you sorry for, bud?” Eugene hummed. “Not your fault you got sick. It just happens.”

“For the rocks.” A hazy, clouded blue peeked open to stare into the man’s soul. Through the pain Eugene could see fear, despair, and anguish; and it wasn’t because of the illness.

“Those…” He sighed. True, they caused problems, and it was a miracle Rapunzel didn’t touch them and cause an explosion, but it could wait until Varian was healthy again. “It’s… ok. Why didn’t you tell me about it?”

Varian shrugged. “Cuz momma….” his voice trailed off. He didn’t even know where to begin. If he told Eugene everything, about the experiments and running and pain, would Eugene do the same? 

No, no. Eugene and momma were not the same. Eugene loved him. Eugene cared for him! He would never. 

Thankfully, Eugene picked up on it. “Get some rest, ok? We’ll deal with it when you’re feeling better.”

Varian unconsciously grabbed his stuffed toy, bringing the ear up to suck on. “No,” he mumbled through felt. “Not tired.” 

His dad suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. “What are you then?”

“A frog.”

He let out a bark of laughter at that. “A frog, eh? Like Pascal? Well this little frog,” he poked Varian’s nose which earned a breathless giggle. “Needs some rest.”

“Story?” Big blue eyes gazed up at him, pleading. 

Yea, he should’ve seen it coming. Now that he was thinking about it, Eugene prayed Varian had never gotten sick while on his own. Or with his mom. It’s unrealistic, of course Varian has been sick before, but what if his mom had done the same as him? What if she refused to comfort him, refused to snuggle and wipe his snot? 

So despite every fibre of his being wanting to avoid getting infected, this was a losing battle. He grabbed the Flynn Rider book off its nightstand. They’d been blazing through each book; in the few months since Varian joined them they were now on book 6. 

“You’re just one crazy event after another, aren’t you?” Eugene hummed. He got a wet cough as a reply. Gross. 

He’s totally gonna get sick isn’t he?

-

Despite her words, Rapunzel couldn’t sleep. 

Every time she shut her eyes, visions of obsidian danced behind her eyelids, willing her hair upright. She couldn’t get them out of her head, and it really was no surprise why. It’s not everyday that your boyfriend’s son reveals that he can control the rocks that gave you back your 70 feet of hair! 

Back when it first grew back, she and Cassandra had scoured the library for any information they could, before finally getting some help from Xavier the blacksmith. He’s a good man, and he knew a lot about legends, but legends aren’t facts. Now, she wonders if the rocks were leading her to him, to Varian, and it was by sheer coincidence Eugene found him first. But she’d never say that out loud. Varian was destined to be Eugene’s son, even if he wasn’t born it. Maybe it was a sign that he was her son too. 

Three delicate knocks ring on the King’s Office’s door. “Dad, can I come in?” 

At his affirmation, she opened the door. Frederick, regal as ever, stood on one end of the table, with Quirin at another. Oh, she’d been meaning to speak to her dad in private, but it’s not a big deal! Right…?

Well, maybe it was. Despite her and Eugene and Cassandra all vowing to keep Varian’s ability a secret for now, lest magic-fearing Frederick find out, the point remained that she needed to speak to him about it. While Varian had taken up most of everyone’s time and energy, the rocks never vanished from her list of problems. No, they still lingered around Corona, causing problems left and right. And something told Rapunzel that Varian’s outburst from before didn’t help matters. 

“I was wondering about… the black rocks?” She started, and both men froze. A silent conversation occurred, shared in frantic, locked eyes. Quirin fidgeted helplessly, unsure of what the king wanted him to say. His eyes glanced down at the map where black flags pinpointed the locations of each rock spotted. While most were clustered in Old Corona, to the east, there were a few dotting the island capital. Rapunzel’s heart sank the longer she stared. 

Francis’ tailor shop.

The schoolhouse. 

The tunnel system. 

The alley where it all started.

Varian. 

She struggled to keep from screaming.

“I’ve been aware of these rocks for… quite some time now.” Frederick rested both hands on the diorama that encompassed much of the office. “They posed a real problem, displacing people from their homes, damaging roads…”

“Oh no,” she breathed. How much of it was intentional? How much of it was an accident? 

“But fortunately!” Frederick perked up, giving her an encouraging smile. “We’ve taken care of them! In fact, I’m sending Quirin to Old Corona tomorrow to make sure our efforts have succeeded.” 

“You are?” Quirin asked, confused. He got an elbow in the stomach. “I-I mean, yes, your highness, I’ll be headed out first thing tomorrow.”

She furrowed her brow, uncertain. Old Corona… so that was where Varian lived before the alley, before them. “Great, then I hope you don’t mind if I join you? I haven’t been out that way in a while, I’m sure the people would appreciate a visit.”

Frederick scowled, but before he could protest, Quirin hastily agreed. “O-of course, your highness, I would be honored for you to… accompany me.” He raised his eyebrows in a concerned smile, desperately trying to convey a silent question. Did Rapunzel know what he had seen? Is she trying to protect the child? Please oh please don’t force him to hurt a child to appease her father.

But alas, she didn’t seem to get the message. “Great, now if you excuse me, Varian isn’t feeling very well and Eugene needs a break.” She marched out of the room. The moment the door closed both men sagged in relief. 

“Sir,” Quirin managed. “You and I both know the rocks haven’t been dealt with-”

“Don’t let her see or learn a thing.”

The knight fell silent. “Yes sir,” he whispered, but for once, he didn’t mean it. 

-

Varian fell asleep relatively quickly, and thankfully it seemed more or less steady. So much so that Eugene was able to swap with Rapunzel without issue. 

“I spoke to my dad, I’m headed to Old Corona tomorrow,” she whispered. Her eyes were exhausted but full of fire. 

“How come?”

“It’s where she lives.” 

Instantly, Eugene’s face fell. Right. The source of the fighting last night. 

Eugene had been adamant. He’d met Varian’s momma once before, and that was enough. She hated her kid, she abandoned her kid and didn’t complain once when Eugene whisked him away. But Rapunzel had insisted in truth above all else. If anyone knew what was going on, it’d be her. He knew deep down it was a losing argument, but the point remained that he promised to clock her next time she showed her face. 

“I’ll stay with him then. Hopefully this is just a 24 hour bug, I can’t do another day of this.” She smiled. It wasn’t the caring for a child wearing him down, that much was clear. 

“Go take a nap, I’ll hang with him,” she whispered. The words flowed over him like charmspeak, and next thing he knew, it was late afternoon and he was waking up in his own bed. 

He went to fetch some supplies. Nothing too much, just some pain medicine, towels, and cold water to soak them in. He’d probably also have to run a bath at some point, which Varian would despise. Much like Ruddiger, the child was happiest when covered in dirt and mud and soot.

It’s no wonder Varian adores the creature so much, he thinks with a chuckle. 

In fact, Eugene is so lost in his thoughts he doesn’t notice someone coming his way until he nearly spills the bowl onto the Captain. 

“Oh, shoot! Sorry Cap,” He winces, praying the man doesn’t try to kill him. He’s yelled over less. 

“Fitzherbert,” the man sighed. He looked peeved, but said nothing of it. “I was wondering why you didn’t turn up to training today.”

Shit! He totally forgot to tell anyone that Varian was sick! Ears reddening, Eugene stuttered. “I-uh-yea, about that…”

The Captain raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. His face was impassive, but his eyes said it all. He’d better have a good explanation, or his ass was toast.

“Varianissickpleasedon’tkillme.” he braced himself for the smack.

“I get it.” And with that, all the air flew out of Eugene’s lungs. 

“Oh thank god, I was afraid you’d kill me.”

“Fair enough.”

Eugene shrugged, feeling uncomfortable. He and the Captain never really spoke about personal matters, it was strictly a business truce. But it appeared that was about to change. The older man put a hand on Eugene’s shoulder.

“Fitzherbert, I believe Cassandra told you about her own adoption story?”

“How you took her in, yea.”

“I was just like you, back then.” The man’s eyes are stern but kind. Eugene had seen it directed at others, but never him. 

“I hovered, and I worried about every little thing. They become the center of your world so fast, and you want to savor every moment. The first night with Cassandra, I never left her side, I just… sat there, and marveled at how something so small could be so important to me so quickly.” He gave the new father a weary smile. 

Eugene glanced down at the water, rapidly warming. Cogs turned in his brain as he thought of a proper response. 

Captain sighed. “Look, you said he’s sick?” Eugene nodded. “Then I’ll let it slide. Hope he gets well soon, for both of your sakes.”

That caused Eugene’s head to snap up. “What? I’m fine.”

“You’re missing your sass, Fitzherbert. Your color, your spice. You live for that kid, I can tell.” He let the man go, and walked off with a wave. “Hope he gets well soon. Oh, and bring him to training some time, eh?”

Eugene raised his hand in farewell, dumbfounded. The Captain had never been that… nice to him. Ever. 

He didn’t ruminate on it for too long. He heard a faint cry from the end of the hall, where his son was. 

The door creaked open, revealing a sad sight. Varian tossed and turned in the bed, whimpering and hiccuping tiny sobs. His fists grasped light blue sheets, the same color as eyes which were currently closed. Rapunzel looked to him helplessly.

“Hey hey, bluebird,” Eugene cooed, sliding into the bed and pulling his darling boy into his arms. “Shh, you’re ok, you’re safe. Are you awake?”

Varian whimpered, and Eugene couldn’t tell if it was an affirmation or coincidence. The boy was a furnace, he could only imagine the pain and discomfort. Being sick was never fun, especially at that age. 

A more violent cry escaped small lips as Varian squirmed. 

“Varian?”

“Momma, it hurts…” 

Eugene’s heart plummeted into his stomach. He felt like he was going to vomit, and he wasn’t the sick one. Rapunzel stifled a gasp. Haunting memories of another mother resurfaced.

“H...hey, Varian,” her voice shook to high heavens. “Varian, it’s time to wake up.”

“Don’t wanna… no more.”

Oh lord, no more what? What did this woman do to her son? Their son? Eugene buried his nose into Varian’s sweaty hair and Rapunzel wrapped her arms around them both, a familiar position for the family. His mind raced at light speed, trying not to let too many possibilities flood his mind. He was scaring himself, but he dreaded the real answer more.

Varian’s leg kicked out in his sleep, and a tear rolled down his cheek. 

“Oh, bud,” Eugene sighed, biting his lip. Usually it was Rapunzel who took charge of lullabies, but… 

“Look to the stars... my darling baby boy...” Almost like magic, Varian began to settle. His foot, which had been raised mid kick, landed softly on Rapunzel’s chest, the fuzzy socks pressing against his shirt. 

The blonde smiled and joined in. “Life is strange and vast, filled with wonder and joy…” As the furrow on Varian’s brow smoothed, Neither of them could help the overwhelming love that filled their souls. All directed at the boy in their arms. Even if he was a handful, and possibly, apparently, dangerous. 

Eugene laid Varian back down into bed, brushing unruly hair back. He repositioned so Rapunzel was resting against his chest as they sang in unison.

“Face each new sun with eyes clear and true Unafraid of the unknown Because I’ll face it all with you.”

Varian smiled in his sleep.

[prudnces]

( 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒 & 𝚌𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 ) + you know 𝘗𝘙𝘜𝘋𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌 𝘝𝘈𝘕 𝘏𝘖𝘓𝘛, the 25 year-old 𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘝𝘈𝘛𝘌 𝘐𝘕𝘝𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘎𝘈𝘛𝘖𝘙 that has lived in eldstead 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕 𝘠𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘚? i heard she has a tendency to be 𝘙𝘌𝘚𝘖𝘜𝘙𝘊𝘌𝘍𝘜𝘓, 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘈𝘓, 𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘉𝘌𝘋𝘐𝘌𝘕𝘛 & 𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘓𝘠. the 𝘛𝘈𝘜𝘙𝘜𝘚 has equipped 𝘒𝘌𝘠 in time for the full moon.

HI i’m hero, 22, i lov horror movies and no longer have a shudder subscription :pensive: normally i do these on google docs but i’m lazy and prue is Incredibly New so i’m still trying to get the hang of things

name: prudence van holt  nicknames: prue, p age: 25 gender: cis woman pronouns: she/her d.o.b.: april 23, 1995 zodiac: taurus sexual orientation: homosexual homoromantic mbti: isfj - the protector character inspo: wynonna earp, veronica mars, prudence halliwell (mayb i took the name don’t look @ me) aesthetics: a steaming mug of black coffee, deep green woollen sweaters, golden rings and necklaces adorning her, a camera hanging around her neck, the mist of the morning, a deer grazing in the forest, the heavy thud of boots against old hardwood, a grandfather clock striking the witching hour

HISTORY

triggers: child abandonment, car accident (drunk driving), death

prudence van holt’s birth is a mystery-- all she knows is she was dropped off at the fire station in a town outside of seattle, the only identification a baby blanket with her name on it. 

she ends up being adopted by a couple, the van holts, who always wanted multiple kids but could not after their first, a boy. 

growing up, she’s always been a little shit. she doesn’t mean to be. she just has an insatiable curiosity, sticking her nose in other’s businesses, finding lost things, she had a strange knack for it. it got her into a lot of trouble, children had no business sticking their nose into adults’ things. 

her brother never really liked her-- he always resented the fact their parents brought her home, took her in, when they already had a perfectly fine child needing attention. petty things, except it’s sparked a life long sibling rivalry that runs deep. 

it’s a pretty uneventful childhood, her parents are good people, they provide for her, and support her, despite her troublesome antics. 

she’s always been a lonely child, she’s never had the easiest time making friends, so she’s spent a lot of her time exploring the woods near her home. 

she’s thirteen when she discovers her mother, whom she always has written off as simply eccentric, is more than that-- she’s a witch. and a good one, too. her book club meetings she’s often privvy to walking through is more than that, it’s her coven. 

so of course, prue wants in-- how can she not? it’s a whole new world, working under her mother’s wing, driving a wedge further between herself and her brother. she tells her to be careful, to watch her back, that there’s bad people who want to do bad things with the power they wield. it instills a deeper ideal of trust no one in prudence-- one that sticks with her to this day.

and she’s dedicated to the craft! she takes time to learn the different meanings and uses of herbs, flowers, etc., makes potions, cast spells-- perhaps sometimes for personal gain, but she’s dedicated herself to using them to help others. 

she sort of becomes a private investigator in high school, not on purpose, but a friend tasks her to find out if her boyfriend is cheating on her, so tails him, catches him in the act-- gives him a little hex for good measure. 

it becomes a thing, people need something found? they go to her. think their partner is fooling around? they go to her. and she delivers, all with a little touch of magic. eventually, she wants to go deeper, take on more serious cases, but alas she’s only a teenager. 

sike! that doesn’t stop her. and as much as she hates cops, she has an in at the department through her father, so soon she’s not so legally trying to solve murders. 

and that’s all fine and dandy, until just a month shy of her eighteenth birthday, and two months before she graduates from high school, her parents get into a car accident coming home from a meeting one night. a drunk driver swerves into their side of the road, hitting them head on. neither survive. 

it’s that that has her change her mind about college, why go to college when she already knows what she wants to do? life is fleeting, and she’s hurting, so she graduates, and moves to eldstead, a town an hour and half away from her own home. it’s not a big change, but enough for her to have a fresh start. 

she knows something is different about the storm when it hits, that it brought about something... destructive. and she’s inclined to get to the bottom of all of it. it’s in her nature-- she has to snoop. 

she runs her own private investigation that used to serve eldstead and the surrounding area, but now it’s simply eldstead. she makes her own hours, and works alone, because she prefers it that way. 

PERSONALITY 

she’s really closed off-- she prefers to be alone, because of the shit she’s seen, and the people in her life, she just expects to be let down. 

when you first meet her, there’s a chance she’s just going to brush you off. she’s not exactly the friendliest person out there? 

will she be an asshole for the sake of being an asshole? no. absolutely not. but she is unflinchingly honest about her observations, and that doesn’t always go over well. 

very much a ‘do the thing first, ask for forgiveness later type of person’-- doesn’t have a lot of regard for rules that aren’t her own. (*dw voice* that sign can’t stop me bc i can’t read!)

if u do manage to be friends with her, she’s got ur mf back she’s unflinchingly loyal and if you break her trust, you’re pretty much dead to her lol 

TIDBITS 

she has a black cat (wow a witch with a black cat...... groundbreaking) named inkblot (creative, rly), nicknamed inky like the pacman ghost

surprisingly high alcohol tolerance, loves 2 go for a beer or a whiskey at the end of a long day 

lives in cableknit sweaters-- this is the pnw i mean a bitch be cold 

doesn’t really date? she came out when she was 16, and there’s been a couple relationships, but they never really pan out-- it’s always because of her. she doesn’t know how to open up 

swears a lot 

has a pretty good understanding of basic hand to hand combat just in case perps get a little rowdy, took boxing classes for abt 4 years? 

probably an elderly person when it comes to social media, kinda likes to keep a low profile but she also posts a shit ton of pictures of her cat 

INCREDIBLY good at finding lost things-- keys, phones, dogs, u name it she just knows-- and she doesnt know if its the intuition that comes from being a witch or just herself 

prob should join a coven, but shes a lone wolf awoo

prob barks at men idk 

lives off of black coffee, doesn’t rly sleep 

has multiple ear piercings and a couple tattoos but she usually keeps them hidden 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

informant - she gets information from them for her cases, they got a p good grasp 

someone she’s solved a case for - p self explanatory, now they’re friendly enough, or perhaps she couldn’t stand them and did it for the money 

someone who wants to be her friend but she’s weary - tbh shes weary of everybody 

coven adjacent - another witch, maybe theyre trying to get her to band together with them 

drinking buddy - they meet at the bar and shoot the shit 

opposites attract - friend who is nothing like them! but still hangs around! 

someone she feels like she has 2 protect - for whatever reason, even tho they can prob take care of themselves, prue is super fkn protective of them 

a genuine friend - yeah she just needs one idk she’s doing her best 

ex (f/nb) - someone she dated for a little bit but they broke up because of prue’s inability to open tf up 

fwb (f/nb) - ? maybe we all got needs, and she’s not looking for a relationship

attraction (f/nb) - there’s tension and neither know why! 

rival - to paraphrase a tumblr post what is a rival if not a crush you’re unhappy abt 

pure of heart, dumb of ass and lesbian - i just love this trope 

sibling like - someone who she genuinely sees as a younger/older sibling... goes to them for shit... protects them

frenemies - theyre not rly friends but they dont entirely hate each other either? 

tbh anything 

[lloftvlly]

MysMe Characters in a Zombie Apocalypse Headcanons

Here I go again. I like zombie moves/shows and mysme so I figured I wanna combine them. 

All the headcanons under the cut because this became long! 

Yoosung

Scared boy ™

Yet shows strength when he has to protect you

Cries as he runs away from zombies

Also cries and/or gags when he sees the gory stuff

Builds contraptions to keep zombies out of your camp / hide-out

Which never rly work... but it’s the thought that counts

Always compares every situation to video games he played 

And can sometimes even come up with useful plans due to his experience with post apocalypse setting video games

But whines a lot about how “this is way harder than it looked like in xx game”

Ready to die for you and thus ends up doing unnecessary dangerous stuff, so the group has to often stop him to do the dumb thing.

“I’m not a child anymore I WANT to protect MC TOO!”

Weapon of choice: a sword like his favorite video game character even if he’s clumsy in using it. So he ends up reaching for a simple gun when he finds himself in a dire situation. 

Knows recipes of post apocalypse type foods and cooks for the group.

If you’re bitten by a zombie he falls into complete denial and firmly believes you won’t turn because he can’t accept you leaving him like that. 

Jaehee

You didn’t expect it but she suddenly turns into a very capable apocalypse warrior

When she doesn’t kick ass, she researches about the outbreak and comes up with theories to potentially one day find a cure

Keeps the group organized even in chaotic times

Always able to come up with plans when the group finds itself in dangerous situations

Call herself your sidekick but it feels more like you’re her sidekick

Doesn’t trust any new people at all, if someone wants to join your group they have to get through Jaehee first (and most times don’t manage to do that.) 

Scavengers from outside groups always underestimate her and then end up getting their ass kicked. 

Keeps an organized list of how many zombies and how many people (in self defense) she has killed. She feels guilty for the people side of the list, even if it was in self defense every time. 

Makes you feel the most safe when you are on errand runs together.

She sees and hears EVERYTHING so no zombies or people can approach you unnoticed. She’s just always really alert.

Weapon of choice: her own martial arts skills and if necessary uses a machete to assist her.

Always tired, yet always on top of her game when the situation requires it. 

If you’re bitten she wants to make the last moments for you as comfortable as humanly possible, while she closely stays by your side. She’ll act tough to not show her own pain and will not show you her tears because she wants you to see her strong in your last moments to make you feel at peace with leaving her behind. 

Jumin

Leader of the group even though he never signed up for this

The group just suddenly decided he would be the most level headed for that position and for Jumin it would be too much trouble to decline

Negotiates with other groups you meet on the road and often gets some good trades for supplies done

Surprisingly is a good fighter when he has to put down a zombie or two

Really knows how to shoot a gun and land a head shot after the other for some reason ( he probably had private shooting classes before the apocalypse for fun) 

Sighs yet composed when blood gets on his fresh white shirt

Where does he get all these clean white shirts from? 

Way too clean for someone who lives in a world that ended.

If he has to kill other people who seem to be a danger to your group he will do so without hesitation and zero regret, they had it coming. 

Weapon of choice: a simple yet powerful handgun

Sometimes makes questionable choices and tries to control the group too much to keep track of everyone. 

He means it well for everyone’s safety but it can be too much.

But when you tell him he does things wrong he gets soft and is willing to listen to you when you advice him on doing things differently.

This is making you somewhat of the right hand of the leader. 

If you’re bitten he gets too emotional about it to asses the situation and you end up being the one comforting him because he loses his fucking mind. 

Zen

Looks bomb even after 5 days on the road without a shower

Still somehow manages to hold a somewhat proper meal plan

And gets enough sleep cos “his skin needs it”

Protects you always! And never lets you out of sight if he can avoid it.

Gets way too comfortable with shady strangers you meet on the road

But if someone of these strangers becomes a danger to you, doesn’t think twice before cutting their throat

On supply runs he brings back shampoo, beer and magazines instead of things like canned food and water

He avoids fighting whenever he can to keep his hands clean, but if he has to do it, he’s very capable and smooth

Weapon of choice: a katana 

Looks like a beautiful warrior when he fights

His long hair gets in the way sometimes and can cause zombies grabbing at it but he WON’T cut it EVER. Sacrifices are to be made in the name of beauty. 

The members of your group all somehow rely on Zen for emotional support in rough times because he knows just the things to say to make everyone feel better and never stops being positive even after the world was literally ending.  

Nothing seen of this positivity however, when it’s about Jumin. 

Yes, he is not okay with Jumin being the leader but also doesn’t do anything about it, even if it causes him to nag sometimes.

If you’re bitten he will blame himself forever for not protecting you better and go on a rampage to kill every zombie within a 10 mile radius to let out his frustration. One of them hurt you, so all of them must die. 

Seven

Runner of the group, meaning he does most of the supply runs, goes out to clear roads and check locations and safety thereof 

Somehow became always that guy of the group everyone looks at when they discuss about needing a member to do something that’s ridiculously reckless. Because “its Seven, he’ll manage.”

And will do everything the group asks from him, because what does he have to lose?

Most reckless of the bunch but also luckiest of the bunch, always gets away completely unharmed no matter what dumb risky thing he does. 

Still you worry about him a lot for his lack of self-preservation, but don’t tell him you do or he’ll get mad at you. 

Boy knows all the little secret pathways, hideouts and escape routes.

Also comes up with clever inventions he can make out of random junk he finds. It really helps out the group

Zombie puns all day everyday “ Zombodie had to do it.”  “That’s a no-brainer” “You undead all your good work” “Don’t outbreak my heart.” 

Tries to avoid killing or fighting off zombies to save his energy for other things. He’s more into being stealthy when he has to get shit done. 

But when he has to, he will be pretty good in getting rid of a handful zombies.. :

Weapon of choice: a wooden baseball bat with nails sticking out of it.

He likes it, it makes him look badass

Tries hard to avoid getting emotionally attached to you or anyone in the group because you all could die at any moment and there’s no point.

But slips into caring too much about you and the group anyway 

If you’re bitten he will have an emotional break first but then quickly start to think of ways to save you, no matter how. And if he has to chop off the infected body part to see if it works he will do so. 

Saeran [ Unknown ]

Not part of your group but always knows where you all are and what you are doing.

Instead belongs to this other surviving group that ordered him to keep an eye on yours.

Comes out of nowhere when you’re in a situation where you can’t defend yourself from a group of zombies to save your ass.

But will be gone again before you can even thank him. He only did it because he needs you alive anyway.

At least that’s what he tells himself. Although he starts caring for you for some reason. 

And really wants to bring you back to join his own group instead of sticking with the RFA.

You get very interested in this masked stranger but your questions remain unanswered because he keeps his distance to continue to watch from afar. 

Casually uses zombie blood, skin and guts to camouflage himself when he has to walk through herds of them. 

He is a skilled assassin who was trained to get the job done.

Weapon of choice: a simple hand knife in close range and a full-on automatic rifle for when it’s about killing many zombies at once.

Will use either of the weapons not only on zombies but on other humans, with the same lack of hesitation, if they piss him off.

Biggest kill count of them all. 

If you’re bitten he won’t even think twice before grabbing a sharp tool to chop off your infected body part if it’s in a location that can be removed. If it’s not he might wait for you to turn and keep you as a zombie pet. 

V

The original leader of the group who mysteriously vanished about 10 days into the outbreak.

It’s because he’s been infiltrating the other mysterious group to gain information on them just to find out his ex is the leader of this other group.

Thus is stuck between two groups and because of that became a solo-surviver without really a group to belong to.

Elegant fighter. Will knock down 5 zombies gracefully without a single drop of sweat.

Sometimes picks up helpless stranded survivors on the streets and allows them to travel with him and protect them until he finds them a save community to join.

Weapon of choice: a makeshift wooden spear with a blunt end for humans and a pointy end for zombies.

Pacifist who will never kill another human, even if they tried to kill him first.

But never hesitates even a second before killing a zombie.

Probably saved your ass from the distance a few times without you knowing.

Leaves water and food on your hideout doorstep in secret when he knows your group is low on supplies because he never stops taking care of all of you from the shadows. 

If you’re bitten he will be by your side and do everything in his power to make your last moments comfortable. Unable to end your pain while you’re still alive and yourself, he will wait for you to turn before he can eventually kill you. 

Rika

Leader of this other group and still goes by the name savior.

Her group has a questionable pyramid scheme: They are basically a apocalyptic cult who believes that this end of the world is a sign for them to build their new society.

Somehow mastered to build the most powerful survival group in a safe locations with strong walls.

Is interested to bring in people of your group if they are useful to her.

Especially interested in Seven, since he got the brains she could need to further build up her own little society behind her walls.

And will sacrifice everything for her cause, especially the lives of people working for her.

Uses force to make people stay and work for her. Will kill her own “believers” and turn them into zombies if they astray from the beliefs she forced onto them, then have them in cages within their walls to show them off to the other members her community as an example of what happens when you go against the grain. 

Especially uses Saeran as her most active tool in whatever mission she plans.  

Weapon of choice: Her charm and manipulation tactics.  

Legit thinks life after the outbreak is better than before and the apocalypse is somehow a gateway to paradise. 

If you get bitten she locks you up to see the process of a human turning as a sort of experiment. 

[honeyjaws]

lmaoooo its the questionnaire the queen wolf questionnaire @mooonbride lets gooooo also @kiryukazumas hiiiiii

1. How did they first meet? so like one day Reina was just doing her job going to hope county and then everything went to shit and this sleazy preacher guy looked her dead in the eyes and said “no one is coming to save you” and then his brother with eczema and battle scars was like im gonna hunt you for sport meat and that was Jacob!!! omg!!! 2. What did they think of each other at first? What was their first impression of the other? Reina was like wow this guy likes wolves and maybe probably ya he needs therapy and Jacob saw her as the same as everyone else lmao meat city baby
 3. Were they immediately interested / attracted, or did that come later? that came later and they still have issues even admitting anything because vulnerability = death 4. Why did they fall for each other? Reina was ~*not like the others*~ in Jacob’s trials which made him Interested in her and how she could flow so effortlessly through them and still not respond in the way he wanted her to. she was always checked the fuck out and he wanted to know why and how to bring her back in because he’d seen what she’d done to his men he knew there was something there she was hiding. n that interest grew into something more but who is gonna admit it. Reina tho Reina always had people tell her she was a fucking idiot and Jacob was the first person to really see her, despite everything lmao, and that confused the fuck out of her but she was into it but wary but into it
 5. Who flirted more before they started their relationship and how? Jacob would tease her over the radio n shit and compliment her so! much! In the trials but is it flirty hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. 
 6. Who made the first move/confessed first? no confessions there’s no gods here!! the first move however! jacob! He was like “youre pretending to be a soldier and killing my men…,,.,.,. you have my interest” and then sent people after her to capture her so he could tell her shes lovely like a deer about to become prey in person!!! 7. When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances? hahhaha, so like one time, a few months after reina and friends got to hope county, reina had been in the mountains for a while doing her fair share of trialllls, jacob had reina there in his big fucking house where he shows his wolf slideshows right, she was tied to a chair and he was asking her why she didn’t respond to his trials like ‘where’s your head at because you are just going through the motions’ and she just shrugged and he got frustrated saying something like ‘youre doing it again’ and she would say sorry and ask to leave and Jake would be like ‘thats it isnt it, you just want out’ and reina would finally look him in the eye and realize how close he was and he’d whisper ‘you want to escape’ and reina would feel his breath on her face and shiver and he’d bring his hand up to cup her cheek, not wanting her to look away when he was this close to figuring her out and it would be the most gentle action she’d ever seen from him. she would try to free her hands, not to leave but to maybe try to bring him in closer, because in that moment she knew she could trust him; she had spent enough time with him to know how to read him. he’d trace a circle on her face tell her he knows how to get out, and she would believe him, feeling his cheek so close to hers she felt it brush hers with the shape of every word before finally feeling his mouth meet hers. she noticed the small moment of hesitation before he kissed her, too - the same hesitation she had before returning it. 
 8.  Which one is more easily made jealous? okay not to be to idealistic but I just feel like there wouldn’t be any because of the situation lmao but if I had to pick its Jacob 
 9. What do they fight about? Who’s the first to apologize? ideologies lol
 10. Did they have a first date? Where did they go? wow first date they could like go somewhere pretty on the mountains and sit in an awkward silence because lol lol im only kidding but could u imagine
 11. What do their friends and family think? Do they approve of the relationship? literally no one knows what the fuck is going on or what to think lmao reina offers no answers 
 12. Do they like to cuddle/hold hands? Do they prefer to do it privately rather than in public? omg lol. Everything is private first but lololololol they wouldnt hold hands ever but would mayyyyyyyyyyyyybe cuddle,,,, I guess. If reina falls asleep @ the wolf house.
 13. How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time (If they do)? Under what circumstances does it happen? probably not long after they kiss but like not that night. they’d probably meet a lot in various places in the mountains, well like. jacob would probably find reina because thats just a thing that he can do well. theyd always in secret and in hidden places n allll and they’d kiss a lot and it could get ahhhh steamy lol but at some point one of them would be like hahaha wait we should not do this that has a lot of weight to it and who is ready to face and accept that not I!!! its only when one night, instead of Jacob finding Reina, she goes to him, sneaking her way into his stupid wolf training centre and he says the CLASSSSIC “what are you doing here” and she answers it with her own question of “why are you doing this” and he doesnt have an answer for her right away because he doesnt want to tell her that his interest in her has grown from something so much more than wanting to mould her into the perfect soldier like all his other recruits, with her he’d want to leave, he’d want to get away. with her it’s harder to keep pretending he cares about what joseph is planning and stay by it. So when he sees her standing there, knowing she made it in with her own skills he doesnt know how to react, he walks over and holds her and tells her he doesnt know, he doesnt want to anymore and she asks if they can leave and he tells her soon they will and neither knows who kissed who first but they dont care because soon it escalates and I rly cant write about that rn I’m shy 
 14. Who tops? lmao @ me never answering this one but like u can figure it out I trust you 15. Do they get married? Who proposes & how?
 holy shit no
 16. Do they have children? How many? What are their names? no, you freak!!!

[ciph3rrr]

coffee buddies au part three thousand

more ideas for my au because like

its getting there

the flower scouts / wood scouts are part of the rival schools around lake lilac (think private school for the FS and maybe like a lowkey military style school for WS?)

they (and the camp camp kiddos) all have this massive rivalry thats between them and they often have sporting events between them all

then at the end of the year they have their summer social dance which is basically like it was in the show but its the three schools meeting up and having like a week of friendship and ‘no hard feelings’ between them, and on the final day of the week theres a nice happy dance

max has spiked the punch for three years in a row now and no one knows it is him

gwen, daniel and jen help out with the catering of the dance when it falls on davids school to host it

the school isnt very well funded (because someone *cough* campbell *cough* keeps setting their funds into oversea banks) so they cant afford to hire massive catering companies, so its like a bring your own snacks into it

as well as the cakes the cafe makes

gwen offers to help david set up as he’s the only teacher who gives a shit about the dance

cut to them eating cupcakes once theyre done

also cut to them hanging out because the dance needs more chaperones and gwen isnt busy so she helps out

but she mainly does it because she likes david and doesnt want to let him down

also because she remembers how boring chaperoning these dances were as her time as a teacher / teaching assistant so its nice to have someone to talk to

david walks gwen home after the dance is done and they’ve cleaned up the mess

gwen asks david if he wants to stay over and order pizza and watch rom-coms with her 

he agrees because he is a sucker for rom-coms

they watch rom-coms late into the night and fall asleep on each other on gwens couch

but of course thats the morning gwen has to work early so she awkwardly leaves a note for david telling him to not rob her house whilst shes gone 

david obviously doesnt do that when he wakes up because hes not an asshole

anyway

another day another dollar, thats gwens motto for working

daniel and jen are being creepier than usual and gwen still suspects that theyre part of a cult and the cafe is just a cover up

she still doesnt know where the door in the back room leads to and doesnt want to find out

i mentioned that david has a dog in this au

well he does

she’s probably named after a tree or plant like willow or fuschia or daisy, and david would kill a man if anything happened to her

he takes her on walks around the forest 

he also definitely has an instagram account for her

gwen follows it without even realising that its davids dog

gwen “have you seen this rly cute dog account on insta??”

david “thats my dog!!!”

gwen “wait what”

gwen adores davids dog and probably likes her a little more than she likes him

anyway thats all i have for tonight

maybe ill do something with this au. idddddk

[adamlarssin]

share your drainugget hcs?

Drai-nugget Hcs (you asked for it em). Also major credit to @softdavos bc she really helped bc hcs?? What are those?

(so this is basically a transcript of Emily and I’sconversation bc I really don’t know how to make it flow any other way. Also itstarted off as strictly Leon/Nuge and kind morphed to include half the team,but just go with it)

 Nuge is a quite, standoffish guy, whereas Leoncarries a subtle confidence and chooses to take the lead in most of the stepsthey take.

We acknowledge they’re both giant dorks, nomatter how quiet they keep it. (Keep lotr in mind bc that will come into playlater)

After Leon gets up the goods to ask Nuge if hewants to hang out some time, “You know, just the two of us”, Nuge decides toinvite Leon to horseback riding, he has to check on the horses alright.

Leon is a little frightened by the idea and itsnot the ‘giant animal’ part, no, it’s the ‘what if I fall of and breaksomething and can’t play hockey for the rest of the season’ part

After he gets over that and the incredibly snugriding pants, he picks up the whole thing like a champ

And if Nuge is a little flustered its obviouslyover how easily Leon has bonded with the horse and is riding like a natural (imsorry) and certainly not because of those fucking pants

Leon is completely smitten with the way Nugeseems to relax while around the horses. His smile comes easily and he goes alittle soft.

He gets lost in the way Ryan talks about thehorses while he’s brushing them out. How passionate Ryan is about taking careof them. Ryan realizes he’s rambling, so he looks up to find Leon staring athim with this awe and fondness and that soft smile on his face. This is kind ofa lot so Nuge drops his head, flushing, and quirks his mouth and boy if Leon wasn’tgone on dimples before, he is now

Leon kinda freaks out about this feeling in hischest whenever he sees Nuge smile during practice, so naturally he goes to theresident team dads (Lucic, Ference and Maroon) for help. Their advice: startsmall, take him out for lunch.

Meanwhile Ebs catches how often Ryan has beenlooking at Leon and one day during practice has to bump Nuge to move up fordrills. Ryan turns to him and gives him this ‘what’ look, saying that he justzoned out for a second. Ebs smirks and just goes “Yeah, I’ve noticed”. (bc ryanwill never ever be the one to acknowledge his feelings)

Now on to the important part: shovel talk

They each have a take. Ference is here for Leon,his son. While Lucic is protective of Nuge, his liney who he will not hesitateto fight for, and already has. Patty is quite impartial (Connor is his fave,sue him) ((lbr tho they’re all protective of eachother so it doesn’t reallywork out does it))

Connor, the sweet bby Captain he is also has histake on said shovel talk. However, it consists of “I’m really happy for you!!But..” “Don’t ever hurt Leon” and “Please don’t make Ryan sad” “Then everyonewill be sad” “That isn’t cool, that’ll mess with the team dynamic”. Pat walksin on this and proceeds to drag Connor out of the room while Connor has this“do it for me” look in his eye (look cons rly invested in these two, like jesusgo find something else to spend time on) and Pat then promptly tells Nuge andLeon how it’ll be if someone gets hurt and scares the shit out of them.

Ebs also pulls Leon aside one day after practiceand goes “Hey man, just don’t hurt him,” no threats or anything andhonestly that’s the scariest talk bc Ebs could get anyone to do his bidding(it’s the sleepy eyes)

(Queue the part where we talked about connor andhis opinions on pride and prejudice? I don’t even know and also key factor: remember the lotr part?)

They’re both huge nerds and I can guarantee Leonhas the whole lotr series in German and forces Ryan to sit through at least oneand read the subtitles

Speaking of: that’s when they were first kind ofsaw each other as possibilities. One day after practice they’re all gathered inthe dressing room and Ebs is chirping Nuge for making him watch Lotr for themillionth time, “Come on, why can’t I ever choose the movie? We get togetherevery week and I can only hear Smeagol so many times,” queue up the ultimaterom-com moment where all the boys are laughing and then Nuge and Leon decide topipe up and say “Hey! It won 17 oscars!” at the same time (bc yes they’re those people). They both meet eyesacross the dressing room and it’s kind of that ‘Hm’ moment where they hadn’tconsidered it before bc they’ve got hockey to play, they don’t have time tofocus on whether or not they’re attracted to a certain teammate.

(I also need you to acknowledge that Ebs is infact a lotr fan and has dressed up as a hobbit at least three times in his lifefor Halloween)

I feel like Nuge is a very quiet and closedoff person. He doesn’t bring his personal shit to the rink and Leon’s firstreal look at a Ryan that isn’t so focused on hockey all the time is when theygo riding.

Leon’s responsible for breaking down a lot ofRyan’s walls (not that he’s had any issues) just that he’s very private andLeon gets him to open up like a book, not that it doesn’t take a lot of time.

Leon is a giant teddy bear and is ready forcuddles at anytime. Ryan, however, is not a touchy person. Sure, he’ll allowhimself to be held after a tough loss and knows when he needs it to feelbetter, but there’s absolutely no pda. That’s just not their thing, even Leon’sa more ‘this is a private thing that’s meant for only us’ person and he’s goodwith whatever Ryan is up for. Sometimes if Ryan is in a good mood and feelinggenerous, he’ll hold Leon’s hand under the table at a restaurant or brush theirfingers together while they’re walking but that’s about as far as it goes.

All around they’re just soft bros and rly deservingof some love.

Well alrighty then, there’s that.

[heckyeahsurveys]

#243

When did you meet the last male you texted? at the hospital when i was born 17 years ago x

Are you currently looking forward to anything? college party on friday tbh n half term!!

Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to? nah

This time last year, can you remember who you liked? katie 

Who was the last person you went out to eat with? i don’t remember, i don’t rly eat out much so it was time ago

Whats going on with you and the person you last texted? we’re v good friends

Were you single on your last birthday? yep

Did anything brighten up your day today? we had fajitas for tea lol 

How are you feeling at this exact moment? alright tbh

Do you ever wonder how other people see you? yeah ofc

Within the next 5 months, what are you looking forward to MOST? exams being over

Do you want to cut your hair? yeah bc my ends are horrendous, i’m gonna soon 

Would you rather have roommates or live alone? roomates, i hate being alone 

Do you have any scars? yeah

Will you be in a relationship next month? definitely not

Has someone upset you in the past 48 hours? probably

Do you get drunk every weekend? not every weekend but a lot of them 

What makes you happy? being asleep

Do you think relationships are ever really worth it? idk i don’t have enough experience in relationships or the world in general to have a proper opinion 

Is it possible to be single and happy? sure

Is your profile private? on what??

What are you doing right now? this n listening to music

Are you taller than 5 foot 7 inches? nooo

Are you one of those people who just don’t care? sometimes, but most of the time i care too much

Do you find piercings and tattoos attractive on the opposite sex? it depends on the person? 

Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed? liz bc we share a room

What’s the last important thing that you broke? How? i’m not sure 

Are you planning to go see a movie anytime soon? nope

Do you break things when you are mad? sometimes, generally throw n hit things tbh but they don’t usually break

Is it okay to kiss people if you’re single? ofc

What was the first thing you thought about when you woke up? probs going back to sleep

Have you ever intentionally pissed someone off? yes

Do you want to be single? yeah and i am

Last three people to text you? kt, dad, jenny

Does anyone completely understand you? i don’t even understand me

Is this summer gonna be a good one? hopefully 

How many piercings do you have besides ears? i have 5 on my ears but nothing else

Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months or more? idk, probs not atm 

Do you prefer to call or text? text 100000%

Expecting something to change in the next month? not rly no

You’re thinking about someone, aren’t you ? well i am now

Ever like someone older than you? yeah

Can you remember the last time you really liked someone? idk the what’s defined as rly liking someone so yeah probs 

Where were you at 10:00 pm last night? on the way to the pub i think 

When did you last cry? earlier lol

Have you ever kissed the last person you last texted? yes

ONE OF YOUR SIBLINGS: liz

1. What is the age difference between you two? two years

2. Do you know what this person is doing right now? she’s sat across from me on her laptop

3. How often do you and this person argue? at least once a day

4. What do you do together? just sitting in our room tbh

5. Is this a step-sibling, half-sibling or full-sibling? full sibling (never heard that term before ngl)

THE LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED: katie

1. What was the text about? it said have a good night n i’ll see u monday

2. When is the last time you saw this person? like an hour n a half ago

3. Do you text each other more than you call each other? it’s probs about equal tbh

4. How old is this person? 17

5. What is this person’s favorite movie? fuck idk. probs studio ghibli?? but idk which one

YOUR FAVORITE TEACHER FROM LAST YEAR: dave <3

1. Did this teacher give a lot of homework? nah not too much

2. Did the other students like them too? yeah, everyone loves him

3. What subject did they teach? geography 

4. Have they ever taught you before this year? nope

5. Does this teacher run any after school programs? i don’t think so? not personally anyways 

ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS: jenny

1. How long have you been best friends? many years. i feel like since year 8 properly?? but idk cos we fell out a lot between like year 7-9. so like 5 ish years?

2. Have you ever fought about something silly then quickly made up? ofc

3. Where did you meet your friend? high school

4. Do you live near each other? not super near but close enough that its a reasonable distance to walk

5. Do they have a significant other? yeah

THE LAST PERSON YOU SPOKE TO: liz 1. Was this in person, through the telephone or the internet? in person

2. What was the conversation about? idk i don’t remember

3. How long did it last? like 5 mins

4. What was the tone/mood of the conversation? i don’t remember

5. What is your relationship with this person? sisters

THE LAST PERSON YOU KISSED: jake ://

1. Where did this kiss take place? at the pub lol

2. Have you ever kissed this person before? not before that night but we kissed several times on that night

3. What were they wearing at the time of the kiss? jeans n a t-shirt (and a jumper before but then he took it off)

4. How long have you known this person? like 6 months?

5. How often do you talk to this person? we used to talk probs a couple of times a week (albeit briefly) but i haven’t spoken to him for two weeks lmaoo

YOUR MOTHER: nicola

1. Do you spend a lot of time with her? a reasonable amount yeah

2. How strong is the relationship between you two? v v good

3. Do you tell them a lot about your personal life? yeah i tell her most things

4. What personality traits did you acquire from her? short temper, argumentative, complaining, being loud lol, liz said easily gets on the defensive but don’t think that’s true :/ and assertiveness. also keeping emotions in until it gets too much lmao

5. What is the most frequent topic of argument? probs money or smth stupid, we’re both v argumentative so if one of us kicks off we’ll argue but we get over it quickly 

YOUR FATHER: mark

1. What does your father do for a living? he’s a salesperson

2. Is he considered the head of the household? nah i don’t think so. he likes to think he is tho

3. What personality traits did you acquire from him? also argumentative lol, clumsiness, not shutting up n butting in to make our own point, procrastinating, being greedy n selfish, also being loud again

4. What do you do together? watching films n just chatting about life n shit, especially when we’ve had a bit to drink lol. also arguing xxx

5. Do you look anything like your father? we have the exact same eyes but that’s about it (in my opinion anyways)