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Well this is just annoying accurate...

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listening to lana del rey thinking about my beloved arthur morgan.

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thinking about him 😔

Homelander in The Boys (2019-)

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Hello! Could I ask what fandoms you write for and are your requests open! Love ya,<3

Hey there! To be completely honest i’m still very new to this whole tumblr writing thing and i still don’t know how to behave regarding the requests thing. I would be completely open to do that cause it sounds fun, i guess i have to write a list first? I should probably inform myself better!

Regarding the fandoms, that’s another thing i haven’t quite thought about. I recently wrote something about homelander cause i’m currently watching the boys, but i’d love to write about marvel characters/the walking dead/videogames like the last of us etc. Should probably make a list about that too, huh?!

I hope you have a great day :)) xx

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I just wrote this cause i really liked the idea of it, i am aware that this is a bit out of character but i don’t really care, i mean, we’re on tumblr! Also, please, keep in mind that english isn’t my first language and if you find any mistakes i would love to know about them!

I don’t know about you, but i’m 5 episodes into The boys and Homelander is definitely the type of villain that would wipe out the entire Earth from the universe if anyone would hurt you.

Blood on every damn surface, he would completely butcher the fucker that made you feel bad. What he would never realise though, is the fact that he is the first one to do that. No empathy, doesn’t know how to manage his emotions and has probably never heard of love and if he did it was some pr stunt made from the Vought to make him more likeable to the public. More Human. Ugh. And poor you, falling in love with the closest thing to a God, what were you thinking?

He must feel something, however, for him to act like that when he’s around you. He did stop once or twice to think about why his behaviour completely changed when he saw you cry about some douchebag, “It’s my job to save people” was all that he could think of, but then again, he didn’t give a fuck about the others. He always tried to rationalise every single thing that happened to him, then, one day, he suddenly understood looking at Starlight and Hughie. It came to him out of nowhere, he felt jealousy, they were close and open to each other. That’s all that ever wanted, truly all that he ever needed: someone to care about, someone to come home to.

“I love this person,” that idea frightened him so bad, but it also made him feel so much more powerful, he felt like there was a fire in his chest fuelled by that new feeling “and I will do anything to protect them.”

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do you know that one scene of fleabag where she calls hot priest “father” and he just goes with something like “oh you know that gets me horny (yeah that’s how i remember it)”, okay now bring that whole concept to Daredevil and his obsession with churches and religion. Don’t tell i’m wrong and don’t try to stop me cause i’mma write some smut about that. God i’m sorry. Also i’m an atheist so i’m not really sorry.

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oooooh i'm def gonna write some daredevil ff too i can feel it

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so maybe i'm coming back, don't hate me pls

CHAPTER 1

prologue - chapter 2

Author’s note: aight DAMN I wasn’t expecting to get all of those notes, it made me so happy, you have no idea! I wanna thank crossbowking/Jess for helping me out and being so nice to me, she was the one that convinced me to post my story. I already love this community so much! Also, hit me up if you find any mistakes, English isn’t my first language!

Warnings: violence, deaths, language and twd stuff you may already know.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader.

Pronouns of y/n: she/her.

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Back in Alexandria, when Aaron would go out with Eric instead of me, I helped Deanna with some things regarding the gates, the overall safety of the place and runs for supplies. This happened when I got lucky, because other times I either had to be a babysitter for the Anderson family, whenever there was a fight between the parents of the kids, or control Enid, who had a strong passion to put herself in danger. Even if I absolutely hated kids and it was extremely boring having to deal with them, I would have given anything, even my soul, to be with them rather than having my ass sat down on the hard floor of the barn, with a painful bump on my head.

My partner, once again, had an amazing idea: showing up with a bright smile to the survivors, after they went through one hell of a night. Once Maggie and Sasha, the ones we introduced to, brought us in, the faces of the group made clear from the very first moment that they weren’t fucking around and would kill us instantly if they felt like it. We put our hands up as a sign of peace and then Aaron began his little speech about Alexandria, meanwhile I was trying to understand their thoughts and the possible outcomes of the situation, silently watching their reactions at the opportunities we were supposedly giving them. I don’t remember what were the magical words he spoke that broke the leader because what came after was more memorable. As Aaron fell to the ground for a well-deserved punch from Rick, my arms fell down and I let a defeated “Oh man, c’mon-“ come out, to then get knocked out too.

And there we were, listening to the bickering of the group on what was the right thing to do. In that chaotic mess, there was one guy that caught my attention, the only one that remained silent the whole time, going back and forth and looking at us with an unreadable stare, ready for the kill with his crossbow if anyone showed the slightest sign to do it. I had to guess he was the one to put me down, because I remember vividly that he wasn’t in my frame when I fell to the ground. I also remember thinking “God, what an asshole!” But then again, if I were them, I would’ve done worse. A girl, Michonne, decided to see herself if any of what Aaron was saying was the truth, so we had to split up. I had to get them to the cars, the ones which the two of us and Eric planned to bring them home, while he had to stay there with Rick until everything was clear.

On the road I talked to the small group that was escorting me, they weren’t bad, they were just extremely careful on who to trust. “So,” began the guy on my side “We haven’t introduced yet, I’m Glenn.” He smiled waiting for me to do the same. I haven’t talked once in those few hours, so when I spoke up it felt strange “I’m Y/N.” Maggie, Abraham, Rosita and Michonne followed his lead presenting themselves, but not with the same spirit. They were all mistrustful and uneasy at the idea to get in a trap, I didn’t feel like saying anything, I didn’t even try because I knew that it wouldn’t change the mood of any of us. However, every once in a while, Glenn would make it better making some jokes. I liked him a lot, I could already feel that we would get along just fine. I couldn’t say the same about the other four, though. I was never able to read people, I didn’t have any type of social skill, so I always tried to mind my own business. “For how long have you lived in Alexandria?” Maggie’s accent was pretty strong, “It’s only been a couple of months.” And obviously, having zero knowledge on how to approach to other humans, I was pretty shit at speaking with them too. I perceived the tension growing once more, they probably felt it too as they didn’t try to talk with me anymore and, my God, I was so glad for it.

Finally, we reached the cars, we drove them back and I got to my partner side again. The little fight they were having before going out, began again. I wasn’t paying attention until I heard a grave new voice. “I don’t know man, this barn smells like shit…” it was the crossbow guy, sitting far away from the rest of his friends, looking in our direction but not directly at us. I could feel Aaron’s tense shoulder finally relax, a sign of hope. “We are going out at night.” I still could not understand why they were the only ones making decisions, they were all nonsense and would probably lead us to death. We got divided again and I could feel the same storm of the night before growing in my stomach, being away from the only people I knew made me feel nauseous, but I swallowed my anxiety down for the mission’s sake. This time I was being followed by everyone else but Rick, Glenn and Michonne. I could feel eyes all over me, especially the long-haired guy that was particularly stressing me out, but the events that led us to the Water Tower were ever more stressful.

When we reached Eric, it was a couple of minutes before he got his ankle broken trying to run away from walkers, I took the flare gun given us by Deanna for emergency cases and shot the single ammunition it had. Aaron came soon after, he rushed in the room where his lover was laying and almost had a breakdown at the sight, their love was something I deeply envied, but I was always happy to be around them. Being the whole day too much for me, I left them some privacy to recollect myself outside. I sat on the hard concrete, reached for a cigarette in my backpack and groaned when I couldn’t find any matches or lighters. Someone behind me, whose steps I couldn’t hear, cleared their voice and offered me one. I turned and that was our real first encounter “I’m sorry for knocking you out.” It almost sounded like a whisper and combined with his stealth approach, he officially gained the nickname of ninja. Maybe it was the relief of finally being somewhat safe again that made me giggle, “Oh, so it was you!” The image is still fresh in my mind, he looked exhausted and extremely guilty as I put some emphasis on ‘was’, he couldn’t even look at me in my eyes while he nodded, however, I still remember the pretty shade of blue his eyes had. I grabbed the lighter and lit up my cigarette, “It’s fine, I understand why you did it, no hard feelings.” I passed it to him again and with another nod he left me alone.

After another sleepless night, we made our return to the Safe-Zone.

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CHAPTER 1

prologue - chapter 2

Author’s note: aight DAMN I wasn’t expecting to get all of those notes, it made me so happy, you have no idea! I wanna thank crossbowking/Jess for helping me out and being so nice to me, she was the one that convinced me to post my story. I already love this community so much! Also, hit me up if you find any mistakes, English isn’t my first language!

Warnings: violence, deaths, language and twd stuff you may already know.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader.

Pronouns of y/n: she/her.

✿

Back in Alexandria, when Aaron would go out with Eric instead of me, I helped Deanna with some things regarding the gates, the overall safety of the place and runs for supplies. This happened when I got lucky, because other times I either had to be a babysitter for the Anderson family, whenever there was a fight between the parents of the kids, or control Enid, who had a strong passion to put herself in danger. Even if I absolutely hated kids and it was extremely boring having to deal with them, I would have given anything, even my soul, to be with them rather than having my ass sat down on the hard floor of the barn, with a painful bump on my head.

My partner, once again, had an amazing idea: showing up with a bright smile to the survivors, after they went through one hell of a night. Once Maggie and Sasha, the ones we introduced to, brought us in, the faces of the group made clear from the very first moment that they weren’t fucking around and would kill us instantly if they felt like it. We put our hands up as a sign of peace and then Aaron began his little speech about Alexandria, meanwhile I was trying to understand their thoughts and the possible outcomes of the situation, silently watching their reactions at the opportunities we were supposedly giving them. I don’t remember what were the magical words he spoke that broke the leader because what came after was more memorable. As Aaron fell to the ground for a well-deserved punch from Rick, my arms fell down and I let a defeated “Oh man, c’mon-“ come out, to then get knocked out too.

And there we were, listening to the bickering of the group on what was the right thing to do. In that chaotic mess, there was one guy that caught my attention, the only one that remained silent the whole time, going back and forth and looking at us with an unreadable stare, ready for the kill with his crossbow if anyone showed the slightest sign to do it. I had to guess he was the one to put me down, because I remember vividly that he wasn’t in my frame when I fell to the ground. I also remember thinking “God, what an asshole!” But then again, if I were them, I would’ve done worse. A girl, Michonne, decided to see herself if any of what Aaron was saying was the truth, so we had to split up. I had to get them to the cars, the ones which the two of us and Eric planned to bring them home, while he had to stay there with Rick until everything was clear.

On the road I talked to the small group that was escorting me, they weren’t bad, they were just extremely careful on who to trust. “So,” began the guy on my side “We haven’t introduced yet, I’m Glenn.” He smiled waiting for me to do the same. I haven’t talked once in those few hours, so when I spoke up it felt strange “I’m Y/N.” Maggie, Abraham, Rosita and Michonne followed his lead presenting themselves, but not with the same spirit. They were all mistrustful and uneasy at the idea to get in a trap, I didn’t feel like saying anything, I didn’t even try because I knew that it wouldn’t change the mood of any of us. However, every once in a while, Glenn would make it better making some jokes. I liked him a lot, I could already feel that we would get along just fine. I couldn’t say the same about the other four, though. I was never able to read people, I didn’t have any type of social skill, so I always tried to mind my own business. “For how long have you lived in Alexandria?” Maggie’s accent was pretty strong, “It’s only been a couple of months.” And obviously, having zero knowledge on how to approach to other humans, I was pretty shit at speaking with them too. I perceived the tension growing once more, they probably felt it too as they didn’t try to talk with me anymore and, my God, I was so glad for it.

Finally, we reached the cars, we drove them back and I got to my partner side again. The little fight they were having before going out, began again. I wasn’t paying attention until I heard a grave new voice. “I don’t know man, this barn smells like shit…” it was the crossbow guy, sitting far away from the rest of his friends, looking in our direction but not directly at us. I could feel Aaron’s tense shoulder finally relax, a sign of hope. “We are going out at night.” I still could not understand why they were the only ones making decisions, they were all nonsense and would probably lead us to death. We got divided again and I could feel the same storm of the night before growing in my stomach, being away from the only people I knew made me feel nauseous, but I swallowed my anxiety down for the mission’s sake. This time I was being followed by everyone else but Rick, Glenn and Michonne. I could feel eyes all over me, especially the long-haired guy that was particularly stressing me out, but the events that led us to the Water Tower were ever more stressful.

When we reached Eric, it was a couple of minutes before he got his ankle broken trying to run away from walkers, I took the flare gun given us by Deanna for emergency cases and shot the single ammunition it had. Aaron came soon after, he rushed in the room where his lover was laying and almost had a breakdown at the sight, their love was something I deeply envied, but I was always happy to be around them. Being the whole day too much for me, I left them some privacy to recollect myself outside. I sat on the hard concrete, reached for a cigarette in my backpack and groaned when I couldn’t find any matches or lighters. Someone behind me, whose steps I couldn’t hear, cleared their voice and offered me one. I turned and that was our real first encounter “I’m sorry for knocking you out.” It almost sounded like a whisper and combined with his stealth approach, he officially gained the nickname of ninja. Maybe it was the relief of finally being somewhat safe again that made me giggle, “Oh, so it was you!” The image is still fresh in my mind, he looked exhausted and extremely guilty as I put some emphasis on ‘was’, he couldn’t even look at me in my eyes while he nodded, however, I still remember the pretty shade of blue his eyes had. I grabbed the lighter and lit up my cigarette, “It’s fine, I understand why you did it, no hard feelings.” I passed it to him again and with another nod he left me alone.

After another sleepless night, we made our return to the Safe-Zone.

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PROLOGUE-0

MEMORIES-Daryl Dixon

chapter 1

Author’s note: Okay so bear with me, this is the first fanfic I have ever wrote. The idea came to me while I was studying for my exams, I was getting pretty frustrated and I thought that writing about one of my favorites comfort characters would have helped. It did. Hopefully I’ll get used to this app and I’ll learn how to use it hehe. Please, DO contact me for mistakes or thoughts on my work, I would appreciate them a lot! I also tried not to give y/n any personal detail such as physique or things like that, let me know if this works!

*I promise, it will eventually get better!

WARNINGS: violence, language, deaths, twd things you may already know about.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader.

Pronouns of Y/N: she/her.

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It didn’t matter how hard I tried; every memory came out as a blur. I couldn’t remember for how long I’ve been surviving on my own, I couldn’t remember what life was like before the outbreak, couldn’t remember anything if my life depended on it. And even if I could actually find some glimpses of those years, I didn’t have anyone to share them with. Until I had found someone that helped me change my mind about it.

The World had never been kind to its inhabitants, dinosaurs are the perfect example. The choice of giving up just didn’t appeal to me, I only survived purely out of spite, me and the few people left on the Planet. We officially became the first species, the walkers our meteor.

When life itself ceased to exist and the epidemy took the worst outcome, I was roaming through the alleyways of my old University, the alarm went off and the lights went out, everything happened so fast that, to this day, it feels like a fever dream.

My legs teleported my whole body in my room, ears still ringing from that awful alarm, trying listen to what the Principal was saying, It was something between the lines of: ”keep calm, everything’s gonna be alright!” The last words of reassurance I would hear in years.

Everyone ran away, except for a few of us that didn’t really have a place to stay at. One of those guys was my roommate, trying to remember his name would be useless, he disappeared after panicking about his future, a few days after the bombs detonated on Georgia, a few kilometers far from the school. Some guy had the joy to later find him hanging from the ceiling of the library, which was thoughtful because, let’s be honest, who would ever seek for anything at all in a room full of books. It was the first walker we had the pleasure to see. The first of many that I had to put down, because no one still got in the point of view that he wasn’t a human anymore.

Years went by and I pushed my luck and tested myself by going out multiple times. I knew damn well what the risks of going out were, I had little to no experience in self-defense or anything of that matter. Hunting? Oh please, I couldn’t even hurt a fly by mistake, let alone willingly kill an animal. On the first runs I made I found what would have helped me to survive, weapons. The streets were empty most of the time, the locations had been left untouched by the locals that either died in the explosion not so far away or left at the first chance they got. The walkers were too slow even for someone like me, so I always found time to look and scavenge for food. I trained constantly in my room, I was no warrior, could kick no asses, but I was satisfied with my skills.

When the food in the cafeteria ran out, I decided that staying would have been useless and it would have probably killed me too. The few that stayed were turning feral, instead of looking for solidarity or help, they preferred verbally attacking each other at any given occasion.

I would often find shelter in some abandoned places and risk my neck trying to climb trees when I couldn’t find safety on the ground. Then, luck came knocking on my door.

Even if I enjoyed being on my own, I have to admit that at the time Alexandria was a piece of some untouched Heaven, and having to deal with other humans didn’t feel so bad anymore. I met Aaron the day I ate the last snack I had left in my backpack, it was the first human face I had seen in a while and it gave me comfort. I was struck by surprise when Deanna, the leader, told me that they were onto me the very exact moment I got into their radar, I always thought no one was around and that I was too stealthy to be detected by anyone. The rules were clear and my job too, given my youth and ‘abilities’ in surviving, I was chosen as the one to go out with the guy that saved me to find other survivors. The first attempts sucked, we would either find dangerous people or deranged fools we had no wish getting closer to, which would often lead to a somewhat of a fight between me and Aaron. We definitely had different points of view on who to call a ‘good’ guy. He was stubborn, he loved to think that each person we saw on the road was kind. I, on the other hand, was too diffident, too skeptical.

Back at the sanctuary I spent most of the time with him and Eric, his loving partner. He would tag along with us from time to time. I basically became their adoptive daughter and, for the first time, I didn’t mind being with other people, they were the only ones I would let myself grow affectionate with.

The sky was closing in on us when we first saw them; they were dirty, desperate and looking for either a miracle or food. It was Aaron’s idea to leave fully intact bottles of water, that he carried around as a peace offer, on the ground, mine to leave the message ‘From a friend.’ Well, these ideas weren’t appreciated, I tried my best to come up with the reason why they thrown the whole thing away, but my brain just couldn’t think of anything.

Then, the storm came.

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MEMORIES

masterlist here

When you are used to live on your own, nothing lasts. 'Memories' is just a word like any other and nothing seems to be worthy enough to be remembered. Then, the right person shows up, your brain lights up and that 'nothing' becomes too important to forget.

PROLOGUE-0

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

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MASTERLIST

*you can send me tips, requests or just talk to me whenever you want!

MEMORIES - Daryl Dixon (suspended)

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