#walker stalker con

[maritamorgado]

Walker Stalker Con San Francisco - April 15, 2017 

[musingsofkriti]

My weekend

This will be a brief post on what I got upto this weekend. I was a volunteer for Walker Stalker London and was on Pollyanna McIntosh’s booth. She is so lovely and nice, I had a great time working at her booth. It was awesome to see all the attendees waiting to meet her walking away with smiles on their faces after meeting her. She spent few minutes chatting with each and every attendee, making…

[blueberrypancakesworld]

~Rory Culkin's Character - Masterlist~

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Scream 4-Charlie Walker

°Forced move -> fem reader, dark themes, obsession, kissing, making out, yandere behaviour

°Perv!Charlie Walker headcanon->fem reader, perverted behavior, yandere, obsession, clueless reader

°Perv!Charlie Walker headcanon 2->fem reader, obsession, touching without consent, drugging, kidnapping

°Perv!Charlie Walker headcanon 3->fem reader, somnophilia, masturabtion, obsession

°Perv!Charlie Walker headcanon4->fem reader, angst, hurt/comfort, knife play, touching without consent, obsession

°7-Minutes in Heaven with Charlie Walker->fem reader, fluff, kissing, friends to lovers, making out

°Tear you apart->gn reader, murder, blood, obsession, mutual love, kissing, angst

°Heady biscuits->fem reader, weed, fluff, comfort, implied smut

°Charlie Walker in a relationship->fem reader, sfw/nsfw

°Unspoken words->fem reader, angst, emotional, hurt/comfort, kiss, blood, wounds

°NSFW Alphabet-Charlie Walker

°Fluff Alphabet-Charlie Walker

°In Love with you->fem reader, smut, sub Charlie

°Charlie Walker - Sinner in the store->fem reader, heavy smutish, kissing, handjob

°Charlie Walker - Something new to wear->fem reader, fluff

°The nurse and the nerd->fem reader, smut (handjob), some fluff

I'm gonna miss this place->fem reader, fluff, comfort, kiss

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Lords of Chaos 2018-Euronymous

°Flower in hell->fem reader, fluff, tiny hurt, comfort, no use of Y/n

°Music, beer and touch->fem reader, fluff, kissing, making out

°NSFW Alphabet-Euronymous

°Princess and the Vampire->fem reader, big fluff

°Fluff Alphabet - Euronymous

°All the best in pink (sequel to Princess and the Vanpire)->fem reader, fluff

°Eyes on you in the short skirt->fem reader, tiny fluff, making out, kissing

°Guitar and bands->fem reader, fluff

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Under The Banner of Heaven-Samuel Lafferty

°His will->fem reader, fluff, smutish, making out

°His doings->fem reader, smut, fluff

°Strawberry field->fem reader, fluff

°Baking without god->male reader, fluff, cuddling

°I'm your god->fem reader, hurt, smut, non-con, religion, abuse

°Broken will->fem reader, hurt, emotional, smut

°It was his will->fem reader, smutish, religion abuse

°Rough Samuel Lafferty->afab, smut, kinda public

°Hidden relationship->smut

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Black mirror - Kappa

°My flower->fem reader, flirting, fluff, kiss

°My natural drug (Sequel to My flower)->fem reader, smut, fluff, shibari

°My Goddess->fem reader, smut, sub!Kappa/dom!femreader, bondage, humiliation, mommy kink, handcuffs, sm

°Brighten up the flowers->prequel to My Goddess (but can be read as a stand alone), sub!Kappa/dom!femreader, smut, chocking, mommy kink

°Wake Up-> fem reader (afab), smut, somnophilia, kissing, knife play, blood kink, druged sex, dark theme

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Bullet Head - Gage

°My broken Angel - fem!reader, smutish, kissing, blood, hurt/comfort, emotional, use of drugs (heroin)

°From now on you are mine - Part.1

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Swarm - Marcus

°Pervert Marcus

°Stalker Marcus

°Valentine's Day with Marcus

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[ahhhwomen]

Not A Toy?

Trigger Happy AU

Part 3

Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: Ik ik, everything has been written in very excruciating detail so far, this one being no exception, but I promise I'm going to up the speed and intensity very soon. Also, I am sorry if this one is a bit rushed, I just wanted to get it out there. Def not my favorite chapter...

Disclaimer: English is not my first language; all mistakes are my own.

AU Warnings: Kidnapping, murder, Mommy kink, smut, pet play, death (not main characters), framed murder, violence, drugging, angst, obsession, dub-con/rape-con | Minors DNI 18+

Warnings Part 3: Mommy kink, stalker Wanda, kidnapping (?), slightly stupid reader

Summary: Maybe you are more to Wanda than just a Toy.

Word Count: 1157

Your apartment had never been the best. When you moved in, months prior, that much became apparent. It was filthy, small, and there were large gaps between some of the floorboards. However, money was tight after you were cut off from your family, and the neighborhood wasn’t the worst. So, you took what you could.

You had lived there for all of 2 weeks before you got a roommate. In those 2 weeks, you tried to make it more pleasant and feel more like home. You got a carpet to hide the large gaps, you moved the furniture to make it feel like more space, and you deep cleaned.

As you came to learn, Jessica didn’t care much for that sort of stuff. Between college, working a part-time job, having a boyfriend, and loving parties, Jessica was barely even there. She had never bothered to do much around the apartment, she never cleaned, and never took any interest in changing things around.

It's therefore safe to say you are a bit confused as you take in the scene in front of you.

Why is your coach upside down?

You have no clue how you didn’t see it until now. It wasn’t like you, you had always praised yourself on your observation skills.

That damn policewoman was doing a number on you.

You are just about to pull your phone out when you hear a creak, another issue with the floorboards. The sound came from Jessica's room.

Your apartment has felt off ever since you came home, but now it feels like you are somewhere else entirely. Suddenly everything was colder, and your skin prickles with chills.

Your feet slowly inch closer to Jessica's door, trying to stay silent, and your hands push gently on the handle. Sweat runs down your back and you hold your breath, the tension is heavy in the air. With the handle down, you being to put a slight weight into the door. The door creaks open to reveal….

Nothing.

Your eyes scan the room, everything the same as when you left this morning. You let out a shaky breath, relieved, you close the door again.  

You remind yourself to send a quick text to your roommate about the furniture rearrangement before you walk back to the bathroom.

///////

Wanda bites back a groan as the door presses lightly against her. She can hear your hands shaking against the handle.

She had meant to get out before you came home, but you turn out to be a fast walker.

After her work was done for the day Wanda had spent a substantial amount of time tracking this roommate of yours. She was a busy girl. She worked at a local diner most of the week but had Mondays and Wednesdays off. She hung out with her boyfriend, that lived 2 blocks away, almost every day. She took a liking to people, always having to be around someone. She seemed to be your complete opposite.

By what intel Wanda gathered, you were a quiet girl, who liked to keep to yourself. You were sweet and always willing to help, but large groups of people made you uncomfortable.

You were perfect. Well-mannered, sweet, lonely. A good girl.

Hers.

Wanda is good at hiding her less savory side. Obsessive behavior never looked good on paper. She had only ever allowed herself to indulge in smaller doses. However, Wanda couldn’t just fuck this urge out with a random pretty girl she picked up like she was used to.

No.

Wanda needed you.

She needs to have you, nurse you, fuck you. She needs to hold you, have you wrapped around her like the little kitten you are. Hers, and only hers.

She just needed to push you a little.

So, she did what anyone would do, and began staging her crime scene.

Your apartment wasn’t exactly big, so how would a big fight play out in such a small space? Wanda was testing your living room when she heard your keys jingle in the hallway.

“I’m home!”

Wanda smiled a little.

You must have been so sleepy. There was a little crack in the door Wanda could look at you through, and you walked right passed the flipped coach and started getting your dinner ready. Wanda had to hold back a disapproving sigh as you picked up a microwavable dinner.

You were a growing girl who requires proper sustenance. Not, whatever was in those plastic tubs.

As the timer on the microwave counted down, you looked lost in thought. Wanda wondered what you were thinking about as your teeth sank into your lip, your scrunched-up nose indicating you were worried. Wanda's hands griped the door, if something was bothering her girl, it bothered Wanda.

Luckily you snapped out of it rather fast and got to eating.

You occur to be quite the messy eater. It was adorable the way you would huff in annoyance as the table became smothered in your mess.

Wanda made a mental note to always feed you on a mat. She didn’t want her floors to be stained like your table was.

You stood up.

Wanda couldn’t get a proper view of the bathroom from where she stood. She had intended on moving just a little bit to the left when her foot hit a loose tile.

Shit!

Wanda could hear you try to sneak over to the door, and she saw the handle slowly move downwards. If she made even the tiniest of noises Wanda knew the gig would be over. She pressed herself into the wall and held her breath.

You paused for a second when the door was almost all the way open. Wanda could hear you sigh. Then close the door again.

You make your way back to the bathroom.

Wanda stands there baffled for a second before sneaking out when she picks up the water running.

Who doesn’t open the door all the way when they think an intruder is in the house?

You just have to be happy it was only Wanda.

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“SOMEONE PLEASE!” The filth sobs as her voice echoes back to her.

Wanda smirks.

Don’t worry, it will all be over very soon.

[andy-clutterbuck]

WALKER STALKER CON ATLANTA 2013

[elliespeach]

are any of u guys twd nerds like me cus i’ve been in such a twd vibe (it’s october.) and i used to go to the walker stalker cons religiously

[lavenderinoz]

Matt Smith at the Walker Stalker Comic Con, San Francisco 2015.

[poledancingdinos]

My One Mistake

Pairing: August Walker X OFC (Haley)

Word Count: 2914

Warnings: Might look like dub-con but it’s enthusiastic consent, manhandling, dom vibes, burn injuries

A/N: I found this in my drafts and apparently at the time I thought it wasn’t good enough to post because I let it sit there for a year. No, seriously this document was created on May 18th 2021.

Anyway here is the third part of Sugar Lips

Taglist: @amberangel112 @utterlyhopeful-fics @marantha​ @kebabgirl67​ @littleone65​ @omgkatinka @luclittlepond​

Story Masterlist​

Masterlist

Previous Part

Haley hadn’t seen August in over three months. They hadn’t exchanged numbers when she left, and she’d made a conscious effort not to memorize the streets as the cab pulled away from his building. August had been true to his word and had not visited the hotel’s bar at all since the evening he took her home.

She wished she didn’t feel gutted at the fact that August treated her like he treated any other woman. After all, she had been the one to make the first move and at the time, she’d been convinced she could handle it. How wrong she had been.

***

August watched from his car as Haley poured a pint of beer from the tap. To the untrained eye, she demonstrated her usual sassy, seductive ways, but her body language missed that mischievous spark she’d had whenever he went in for a drink. Could he really have broken her spirit after a single night? Don’t give yourself that much credit. He was the one sitting outside her place of work like a stalker so maybe he was the one who’d been broken.

He looked over his shoulder, studying the duffle bag in the back seat of his car. He ran through his last 24 hours in his head, making sure he hadn’t forgotten anything important nor left anything behind, then put the car in gear and drove off.

 7 months later

The clacking of high heels against the asphalt echoed through the underground parking structure. Only a handful of cars remained, and the little two door hatchback stood out like a sore thumb amongst the luxury vehicles. The headlights turned on, the car beeping twice as Haley unlocked it with the fob.

She’d only opened the driver-side door a few inches when a hand reached over her shoulder, pushing it closed again. Before Haley had time to turn around, a large body crushed her against the cold metal. Acting on instinct alone, she dropped her purse and thrust her elbow back, knocking her attacker in the ribs. The strike was futile, barely succeeding in making the figure grunt.

A strong arm wrapped around her front, taking hold of her arm and immobilizing her upper body. Before she could think to scream, the assailant covered her mouth with his free hand. Haley stumbled as her feet were kicked apart, her ankle twisting when she failed to catch herself. The sharp pain made her adrenaline spike again, her fear turning to anger. She began to thrash from side to side but stilled instantly when a scruffy cheek pressed against hers.

Her head lolled back against August’s shoulder, eyes closing as she inhaled his musky scent. Feeling her go lax in his hold, he removed the hand from her mouth, sliding it down to cup her jaw.

“Good girl. You know that there's no use fighting me." The praise sent a rush of heat to her core. It was no use to fight him, but she didn’t want to either. "I need you to keep your eyes closed,” he murmured, voice rough like it was heavy with emotion.

“August?”

“It’s ‘Sir’ to you,” he corrected. “Promise me, Pet, keep your eyes closed.” It was no longer a request.

“I promise, Sir.”

A hand brushed across the skin of her thigh, pushing her skirt up the swell of her ass and revealing the lacy black underwear she wore underneath. August’s fingers dug into her flesh, kneading with bruising strength. Haley leaned into the warm touch, still so familiar after almost a year without it. She shifted her weight off her aching ankle, simultaneously brushing against the hardened bulge in his slacks.

August’s hands found the band of her underwear, tearing it with a satisfying snap. Haley was tempted to protest his habit of destroying her undergarments, but the truth was that the simple fact that August wanted her so badly that he couldn’t even take a few extra seconds to drag them down her legs made her preen.

Both hands grabbed hold of her hips, tilting them up and back. Haley responded by pushing her chest towards the car and bracing both hands on the window. Her breath had already fogged up the glass, her fingers slipping across the condensation.

Haley gasped when the crown of August’s cock glided through her folds. Her head turned to the right, instinctively searching for August though she kept her eyes screwed shut as promised. His warm breath ghosted against her cheek sending goosebumps running down her spine.

August slowly pushed into her tight core with a shaky exhale and, for a moment, simply stood there, buried as deep into her heat as he could manage with his forehead pressed into the crook of her neck.

“Aug— Sir… Please,” she sighed.

“Please what Pet? Use your words.”

Haley leaned back into August’s hold, struggling to formulate her thoughts into an answer.

“K— kiss me?” she finally said, her voice small and tentative, like she was afraid he would refuse. Her fears weren’t completely misplaced. After all, August had been avoiding doing so ever since she walked through the threshold of his old penthouse. Seeing her in his home had satisfied some primal urge to possess — to have her be his.

He hated to admit it but what was supposed to be a one-time thing to get the attraction out of his system had turned into something much more. The man who had never known love, romantic or otherwise, was now risking everything for one more chance to feel this woman’s body against his.

August pulled his hips back ever so slowly before slamming into her once again. The cry that escaped Haley’s lips was sinful, encouraging him to repeat the motion. He could already feel the muscles in his stomach start to clench and his balls begin to tighten.

He pulled out, turning Haley around so she was facing him, making her yelp both out of pain and surprise. It took every ounce of her focus not to open her eyes. August’s hands caressed her body, in a near-reverent manner. He could feel her every dip and curve of her body through her thin white blouse.

He cupped her breast with one hand, the other wrapped tightly around her waist, and attacked her neck with his teeth as he entered her again. He could sense she was just as close as he was by the way her walls clenched around him, milking him for all he was worth. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her nails digging into his nape to the point of drawing blood.

August pistoned his hips at a furious pace, rapidly pushing them closer to their peak. Just as Haley was about to come undone, August crashed his lips on hers, swallowing her moans. Soon after, pleasure overcame them both, leaving them panting in a sweaty embrace.

“Can I open my eyes now?” she whispered though there was still no one around to hear.

“Not yet.”

Haley’s shoulders fell as she unconsciously pulled away, straightening her skirt before wrapping her arms around herself.

“August, if all you wanted was a quick fuck before going back to whatever it is that you’ve been doing in the last year, you didn’t need to be all mysterious about it.”

“No,” his answer was firm, “that’s not what this is. Do you trust me?” Haley could detect a certain urgency in his tone but all she could think to do was respond with sarcasm.

“I haven’t run away yet have I?”

Haley couldn’t understand why she wasn’t afraid. Here was this handsome stranger who seemingly appeared out of nowhere at her new place of work after more than ten months of radio silence, asking her to quite literally blindly trust him and the only true response she could think of was ‘yes’.

August growled low in his throat, indicating he was in no mood for games. “I trust you, Sir,” she admitted, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Good, I’ll drive. Let’s get you settled.”

August picked up Haley’s purse and took her hand in his, but a small whimper stopped him in his tracks. Haley’s free hand grasped his shoulder for purchase.

“Was I too rough?” The smirk on his face resonated in his tone.

Haley instinctively tilted her head to the ground, shying away from August. “No— I just— My ankle twisted when you…” She gestured vaguely towards where they had both been standing moments before. “It’s the heels,” she added, hoping to take the blame away from him.

“Fuck.” August’s heart sank. It was one thing to leave her pleasantly sore, but he never intended to wound. All he wanted was to take care of her.

“Okay, Pet, put your arms around my neck.” He moved the hand he held to his shoulder and her other immediately followed. Haley momentarily teased the curls at the nape of his neck before clasping her hands together.

Bending down, August carefully slid an arm under her knees and lifted her up, cradling her to his chest with such gentleness and ease that she felt almost weightless. Haley was slowly lowered into the passenger seat of her car, August whispering for her to watch her head as he did. After buckling her belt for her, he cupped her jaw, brushing his thumb over her cheek then placing a kiss to her hair— a kiss so soft that she barely registered what he was doing.

Haley couldn’t be sure how long they drove after leaving the parking lot. When they’d stopped breaking or turning, Haley assumed they had left the city and headed out onto the open road.

She resisted the urge to open her eyes and sneak a peek at the man sitting next to her. Instead, she focused her attention on his breathing, sometimes counting the length of his controlled inhales and exhales. Somewhere along the way, she drifted off to sleep.

When she woke, Haley was in a strange bed in the middle of a small bedroom. The first morning rays peeked through the vintage floral curtains, providing just enough light to make Haley squint.

Rising from the bed, Haley realized she'd been stripped of her previous night's attire and was now completely bare. Not seeing her clothes anywhere in the room, she picked up a soft fuzzy blanket from a pile on a nearby chair and wrapped it around her shoulders before stumbling out of the room. Her ankle throbbed but Haley was able to walk relatively well all things considered. 

"You should be resting, Pet."

Haley turned toward the source of the gruff voice. August was facing away from her, stirring something in a pan on the old-looking stove. A steaming mug of coffee sat on the small kitchen counter, another at August’s side, and the smell of eggs and sausage drifted through the air.

"I woke up sore, naked and alone in an unfamiliar bed, not knowing if last night was nothing but a figment of my imagination. Not exactly the conditions for a lazy morning sleeping in." Her words may have sounded harsh, but August knew they were a playful jab with no true anger behind them.

"My duffle is by the door, take whatever you need."

August didn't turn towards her, nor did he gesture to the door in any way. Haley frowned as she stared at the back of his head. His neck and shoulders were visibly tense under his tight-fitting grey shirt like he was consciously trying to be as still as possible or desperately trying not to look her way.

Curious to see what it would take to foil his resolve, Haley moved closer to him before letting the blanket fall noisily to the ground and walking to the duffle. A growl coming from behind her let her know that he had stolen a glance but when she looked over her shoulder, he was back to staring at the frying pan.

When she finished covering herself with a pair of black briefs and a well-worn black t-shirt, August made his next request. "Pick one of the ties and put it over your eyes."

"What?” She spun around in surprise. “Why won’t you let me look at you?" She was beginning to be annoyed by his constant insistence on taking her sense of sight.

"Pet,” he warned, “if I have to tell you again you won't like your punishment."

"No.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “If you want me to be blindfolded, you’re going to come here and do it yourself.”

“Sir,” she added after a beat.

It was a challenge she knew he couldn’t refuse but even though August was almost vibrating with need to put her back in her place, he kept his composure and, by some miracle, managed to stay perfectly immobile. If she wasn’t worried about his behavior before, she definitely was then.

“August?” she asked, taking a hesitant step forward, her voice suddenly going soft and devoid of any challenge or brattiness. “August, what’s going on?”

He shut the burner off and moved the pan aside. Haley scrutinized his left profile, searching for any sign of why he so obstinately refused to look her way or meet her gaze, but his features were still as stone.

Fine, she thought after a minute of silence.

“Where are we?” she questioned instead.

“In Virginia. That’s all you need to know.” He took a plate from the counter on his right and began filling it with a generous helping of eggs.

“Sit,” he ordered, turning his back to her to set the plate down on the coffee next to the little island.

“Why did you take me here?” She made her way to the tall wooden stool at the opposite side of the counter from where August stood.

“I needed to get away from civilization for a while.”

“That’s why you’re here. Why did you take me here?”

“Because…” August sighed, shaking his head to himself. “Because, at the end, when I thought everything I'd ever worked for was lost, you were the only thing on my mind. Things have gone awry before, sure, but I never had any doubts or regretted any of my decisions… Except for you. You were my one mistake.”

“August…” Haley managed to whisper. The confession took her so completely aback, she couldn’t begin to process all that she had just heard.

“Are you saying that—” her voice broke as she spoke and she cleared her throat before trying again. “Are you saying that you almost died?”

“I’ve come close to death many times throughout my career, that’s nothing special.”

“But that is what happened?”

“Yes. Although this time I can't hide the evidence of my failure.”

“What aren’t you saying?”

August sighed and slowly turned to face Hayley. He swallowed thickly, opening his mouth but shutting it again after reconsidering what he wanted to say. Hayley fell onto the stool, covering her mouth with her hand as she began to sob.

Part of August's face was very obviously burnt and twisted with scars. Some areas looked less damaged but still didn't look quite right as if someone had taken apart a puzzle and put the pieces back in the wrong place. They were not quite August.

"Are you—" Haley's question was cut off by a hiccup, "Are you all right? Is there more?"

"Does it matter?"

"Of course it matters!" she shouted, scrambling to get her feet below her and stomping over to the large man. "It obviously matters if you wanted to hide this from me. Maybe it shouldn't. Maybe if I were smart I would run and try to forget all about you. But right now, all I want to know is that you didn't do all this just to say goodbye before you..."

"There is no longer a threat to my life but there are still some injuries that have yet to fully heal. If they ever heal."

"Are you still in danger?" Haley gently placed both hands on August's chest, looking him over as if she could spot his injuries through his clothing.

"Yes, and I always will be. No one can know I survived. I will spend the rest of my life on the run and anyone around me will be equally at risk."

Haley closed her eyes, taking a step closer into August's space and leaning her forehead against his sternum. Her hands slipped from his chest to his waist, fisting into the fabric of his shirt.

“Nothing about you is safe. I’ve always known that.”

August let out a deep exhale, allowing himself a moment to simply enjoy her touch before answering. “Are you saying you’re not worried?”

She lifted her head to look him in the eye. “I’m saying that I don’t care.”

August brushed the apple of her cheek with his fingertips before tracing a path along her jaw to her chin and tilting it upwards. He hesitated before lowering his mouth to hers but Haley quickly bridged the gap and locked her lips with his. That simple kiss was enough to make the world around them both disappear. It was as if their previous encounters were just an electric spark while that kiss was being struck by lightning. Why this woman had become the center of his world he would never know. But if one kiss was enough to set him alight, then he never wanted to let go.

[walker-extended-universe]

Send me an actor and I'll cast them in the Walkerverse

@small-scale-majestic suggested:

Tommy Lee Jones

Walker: Independence- Texas Ranger who's happy to step on Tom's toes

David Hewlett

Walker- Con artist

Jeffrey Dean Morgan- answered here!

Keira Knightly

Walker: Independence- Immigrant who moved with her husband and young child to chase the american dream on the frontier

Jessica Chastain

Walker- Influencer who's not too cooperative with law enforcement during a stalker case

Jenny Slate

Walker- Owner of the bar that's giving the Side Step its biggest competition; she and Geri have a...flexible relationship

[sunflowerpromesa]

TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT

I started watching TWD when I was 13 years old, now I’m 26! As much as I was upset when Glenn & Carl died, I was still tuning in every Sunday to see what’s up with the show. It was also the one show I would watch with my dad giving us a time to bond and discuss what happened during the episode. This show has been part of my teenage and young adulthood, so it will always have a piece of my heart. These characters meant a lot to me, I even got to go to walker stalker con twice with close friends of mine (I met Steven Yeun & Chandler Riggs which was so amazing). I met some awesome people here (whether it’s because of the show or the video game series). I hope you all have a wonderful time watching the series finale tonight.

Prayer circle that our faves make it to the END

[skidar]

ECCC is such a huge con, it's no wonder you got mentally rocked, definitely don't feel bad about that. My first time at NYCC was so stressful it nearly turned me off to all cons, and I had been going to smaller ones for years before that. If this was your first one, I'd recommend considering attending a smaller one (at a much later date!) just to compare/contrast the experience because they are really different things imho. But obviously no pressure, if the whole thing was a turn off to all cons then that's okay too.

Thanks yeah I had been to two small cons prior, Anime Oasis in Boise and Walker Stalker in Portland and apart from a few neat interactions in Portland I was meh to the cons both times.

I'm just not a con person, which sucks cause thats how the brunt of modern artists make their income and I do like to meet and talk to the artists there but as far as tabling at a con for me the idea of being stuck in a con for a weekend sounds like a personal hell.

[maritamorgado]

Walker Stalker Con Atlanta 2019 (just remembering…) 🥰️

[dannycardfan824]

AUSTIN AMELIO AS DWIGHT IN THE WALKING DEAD AUTOGRAPHED PHOTO PERSONALIZED ACQUIRED IN PERSON AT WALKER STALKER CON LONDON

[the-whatcherof-89]

Ranboo “my beloved” the forgetful prince of the nether.

CR 16 N Humanoid (Native Outsider)

XP 76,800 (if used as npc for encounter) Fetchling Ranger 6 (Dusk Stalker) Shadowdancer 10 

Neutral (with Good tendencies) Medium humaniod (native outsider) Init +8; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision, Perception +20

AC 38, touch 38, flat-footed 29 (+8 Dex, +4 shield, +5 deviation, +3 natural, +9 armor, +1 Intuition) hp 148 (6d10+10d8+64)

Fort +15, Ref +21, Will +9

Speed 30 ft. Melee Gloom blade +21/16/11 1d6+5 Swift obsidian battleaxe +15/10/5 1d8+2 Ranged Longbow +24/19/14 1d8+4 (+1 to rolls and damage with +1 arrows), Spells. 

Racial Shadow blending, Darkvision 90ft, Shadowy resistance (5 cold 5 electricity), Spell-like abilities once per day CL16: shadow walk, plane shift (shadow plane-material plane only), Shadow agent (+2 diplomacy), Umbral escort.

Traits Adopted (world traveler: knowledge nature+1), Hydrophobia.

Class features Favored enemies (undead, aberrations), Track, Wild empathy, Improved combat style (sword & shield), Improved shield bash, Shield master, Favored terrain (underground), Shadow bond, Hide in plain sight, Improved evasion, improved uncanny dodge, Shadow illusion, Summon shadow, Shadow call, Shadow jump 320ft, Defensive roll, Slippery mind, Shadow power, Shadow master, Rogue talents (dodge, combat reflexes, finesse rogue).

Spellcasting CL 3 DC11 I-Gravity bow, Pass without trace

Str 13, Dex 26, Con 18, Int 14, Wis 12, Cha 10

Base Atk +13; CMB +14; CMD 32

Feats Master craftsman, Two weapon fighting, Improved two weapon fighting, Greater two weapon fighting, Shadow walk, Shadow ghost, Quicken spell like ability (shadow walk), Mobility.

Skills Acrobatics +21, Bluff +11, Climb +12, Craft(weapons) +10, Diplomacy +5, Disguise +4, Escape artist +18, Handle animal +5, Heal +12, Intimidate +5, Knowledge (arcana, dungeoneering, geography, nature, the planes) +6, Perception +20, Profession(guide) +6, Perform(dance) +5, Spellcraft +13, Sleight of hand +13, Stealth +21, Survival +12, Swim +12

Languages Common, Alko, Draconic.

Combat gear Celestial spiked shield, Celestial armor, Ring of protection+3, Amulet of natural armor+3, Dusty rose ioun stone, Gloom blade+4, Swift obsidian battleaxe, Composite longbow+4 huntsman, 50+1 arrows, Ring of water walking, Belt of physical might (+4 Dex, Con), Cloak of resistance+3, Daredevil boots, Bracers of falcon aim, Gloves of many garment, Figurine of wondrous power: Pink pearl dolphin, Manual of quickness of action+2 (used), Wand of darkness (50 charges), Crown of the forgetful prince (functions as a Circlet of persuasion and a Cloak of the dusk walker, occupies the head slot), 2 Potions of cure moderate wounds, Ranger’s kit, Ranboo journal, 300gp, 12sp.

Background The origins of Ranboo are shrouded in mystery but ever since his arrival he has made quite the impression on the other inhabitants of the land where he lives showing enderman-like powers. He has a family-like bond with Technoblade and Philza whom he keeps close at heart. On a faithful day, he was put into jail for various reasons by Awsamdude and later rescued by Techno only to be slain by the green warden. After that, his soul wandered quietly across the ethereal sea without dreams or thoughts, incapable of even imagining why or what his self was. Only after a long while, he awoke by a whisper: “Master, wake up”. Ranboo awoke in shock in a dark cave, but he could still see perfectly in the dark. His body, partially transfigured alongside his equipment. To his surprise, he discovered that the voice came from his shadow as it gained some sort of consciousness as it bowed to his master. “My master, someone or something left a message for you”. After Ranboo succeeded at passing through the initial shock sat still in disbelief and asked: “What message?” The shadow spoke: “I gave you new a life. Complete my challenge, and it shall be yours to do as you see fit. Find me, if you can”. Ranboo was still stunned by all of this, but nonetheless he started his search; Hopefully, his friends would be around to help him…

Link for the original image https://www.deviantart.com/svenat/art/Ranboo-FanArt-902678113

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