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compo67 · 4 months

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"Sam. I keep getting ads for heartburn on this thing."

"Tablet, Dean. You're using a tablet."

"Whatever the fuck it's called, the ads are pissing me off."

"Just keep playing solitaire."

"You gave me this thing to keep me distracted while you read your tomes, huh? Well, I tell you it's not going to work! A man has a right to... oh, fuck. I missed an ace."

"Yes, dear."

"Don't 'dear' me. I invented that. What are you reading now?"

"Mm okay, dear."

"Sam. I'm bored. I can't play this shit anymore."

"You missed an ace, you said."

"Yeah, well, it was a crooked hand."

"There's no such thing as a crooked hand in solitaire."

"Tell that to this goddamn app."

"Play another game."

"I'd rather watch porn."

"Do not watch porn on my tablet. Dean? Do you understand the words coming out of my mouth?"

"Yeah, yeah. I asked you what you're reading."

"It's a graphic novel."

"Oh?"

"It has nothing to do with Batman."

"Hmph. What's even the point."

"You don't mean that."

"Sammy."

"Don't play cute. Get your hand off my thigh, it's not happening."

"Oh, Sammy."

"Dean. Don't make me crush your hand."

"Don't threaten me with a good time, Sammy."

"How is that--sigh. I'm reading about the oil sands in Canada."

"Gee, Sam. That sounds swell. And depressing as fuck."

"It is a little depressing. But it has a lot of good messages."

"Hey, that has pictures. You're reading something with pictures!"

"Excellent observation, Dean."

"Go on, talk to me like a five year old. See what happens."

"You make it so easy. And yes, for your information, I am reading a graphic novel."

"It has nothing to do with Batman?"

"Nope."

"Are you sure?"

"Well, I'm only halfway through. If I see Batman, you'll be the first to know. Now, leave me."

"Don't whack my head! Whack something else!"

"I'll whack what I want to whack and when I want to whack it."

"Sheesh, say that ten times fast. But can said whacking extend to my--"

"Dean."

"Ow! Right in the balls! Sam!"

"It was a little squeeze, you're fine."

"Hnnngggghhhhh."

"Don't. Get off me."

"Gravity... increasing..."

"I'm going to my office!"

"Good, then I get the couch."

"You're on your way from a squeeze to an elbow, Dean."

"...I'll behave."

"Ugh. Come here."

"No. You might hurt me."

"I said--come here."

"For wh--"

"A kiss, you ass. There. Now, let me finish my book."

"Does it have to be just one?"

"All right, two. But no more."

"Mm. But why stop at two?"

"...okay. But no more than ten."

"I can handle that, Sammy. Trust me."

#compo67 #wincest #samdean #long post #dialogue only #the chicago verse #the epic love story of sam and dean

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film-in-my-soul · 6 months

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For the ficlet bingo, how about IceMav and dialogue only?

I don't know why I put this square on here when dialogue is my mortal enemy XD I hope you enjoy this!

.⋆｡°✩ Communication is key. ✩°｡⋆.

"Are you really going to walk away from me right now? Storm off just because you're not getting your way?"

"Jesus, Ice, tell me how you really feel."

"I would if you'd fucking talk to me!"

"As much as it might shock you, Iceman, my life doesn't revolve around you. I don't have to stand here and take this from you. In fact, I don't have to do shit."

"...Christ, Mav. I don't know why I even fucking bother..."

"Ice- no, wait- I didn't mean it like-"

"No, you know what? You need to cool down; we need to cool down."

"Are you- What do you mean by that?"

"...I don't know, but what I do know is that I can't do this right now."

"...this like us fighting or this like... like this?"

"Mav-"

"No, please, just- I'm sorry, okay, just don't... don't give up on this, on us. I'll- I'll do better-"

"Hey, not, Mav, wait a second-"

"I'm sorry I fly off the handle. I know I'm hot-headed, but just, please, Ice, I'll try, okay?"

"Maverick, Pete, I'm not-"

"But I love you, and I know I'm shit at saying it, at showing it, but I-"

"..."

"You done?"

"...depends. You're not gonna leave?"

"Well, I was gonna do a lap around the block so we could try to actually have a conversation, but..."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

"I... might have overreacted."

"You think?"

"Shut up... I just- you scare the shit out of me, Ice. Having you? Just means I can lose you, you know?"

"You're not going to lose me, Mav. Not that easy, not even when you drive me up the wall."

"You're not exactly a walk in the park either, Ice."

"That's... fair. But maybe we can revisit that later?"

"I'm sorry for puttin' my foot in my mouth. And for picking a fight."

"Yeah, well, I'm sorry for pushing."

"... Make-up sex?"

"Jesus, Mav."

"Hey, what's the point of fighting if we don't get to lick each other's wounds after?"

"You sure it's wounds you wanna be licking?"

"Why don't you find out?"

Ficlet Bingo! (Still Squares Left!)

#icemav #icemav ficlet #top gun #top gun ficlet #ficlet bingo #dialogue only

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skriveting · 2 years

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A bunch of different dialogue prompts #67

"Don't push your luck."

"I came alone."

"How you doing, champ?" "Don't call me that."

"I'll let you know."

"How are you still alive?!" "That's a long story."

"A hello would've been nice."

"I'm out of here."

"Get me out of this wretched torture device!" "Get a hold of yourself, it's just a turtleneck sweater-" "I am suffocating!!"

"Yes, it's terrible, and yes, I love it."

"Would you let go already?!"

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thepatronsaintoffilth · 15 days

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"you're doing just fine"

"you're being so good for me!"

"look at you, you're a natural!"

"shhhh its okay its okay you're fine, its fine"

"ah don't cry, its okay, nothing to be ashamed of"

#verbal #dialogue only #voice kink #how to fuck me up 101

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five-abs-and-one-peck · 16 days

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Poison Apple

November. 2006.

"We need to talk."

"Yes, we do. We agreed not to get attached."

"We also agreed it wouldn't happen like this."

"You know what they did. You know they deserve it."

"... He's getting suspicious. He's started looking for you."

"I'm well prepared for that. I know how to deal with him."

"Even if he throws teeth at you?"

"Have you made up your mind?"

"People have called me a monster before. Many times. But never heartless."

"I see."

"I'm going to miss you, despite what you think. Perhaps you'll figure out a solution to get us out of this mess."

"..."

"Perhaps."

#sanders sides #ts sanders sides #logan sanders #sanders sides au #mini fic #janus sanders #poison apple fic #dialogue snippets #character dialogue #dialogue only #sanders side fic #every time i do one of these the fact that there isn't a yellow or dark blue irritates me #let's say this is late november and not yet december #i swear i don't like logan i've only written several fics and drawn many animatics where he's part of the main focus

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sorrygotthesesacks · 2 months

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This isn’t really AO3 worthy - dialogue only and multiple characters! - but thought I’d share it here on Tumblr instead of keeping it contained to Discord.

15 minute fic, prompt was “Silbek picking apples.”

“These are not very filling!”

“You’re a bottomless pit. Nothing is very filling.”

“Y-you spend half your time sleeping! Of course you wouldn’t be as hungry!”

“Indoor voice, Sebek.”

“We’re not even indoors! And watch where you’re dropping that!”

“Fine. You climb the tree and I’ll carry the basket.”

“I can carry it just fine!”

“If that’s what you want. Here, this one looks good...”

—

“Thanks for inviting us, Epel! Epel? Earth to Epel…”

“Oh. Sorry. I was just…”

“Something bothering you?”

“No, I’m fine. It’s just… is it just me, or is Sebek checking out Silver’s ass?”

“Not just you.”

“Really? You think Silver realizes what Sebek is doing?”

“The real question is do you think Sebek realizes it?”

“Jack, what do you think?”

“I think all of us should mind our own business. Especially you, Ace.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh! Got another really big one! Here!”

“Watch where you’re throwing that!”

“You didn’t catch it? Aren’t you on the basketball team?”

“Shut up, Deuce!”

—

“Oh, I see your friends are here.”

“They’re not my friends!”

“How long have Ace and Deuce been dating?”

“They’re dating? I mean, how should I know! It’s not like I hang out with them.”

“You are all classmates.”

“That doesn’t make them my friends!”

“You have lunch together.”

“Not always!”

“I think it’s rather sweet.”

“Having lunch together?”

“The way Ace is intently watching Deuce in the tree, making sure he does not lose his balance. I do not see them often, but when I do, they are always together.”

“...”

“Sebek? Is everything okay?”

“Just…shut up and pick the next apple!”

#15 minute fic #dialogue only #silbek #silsebe #sebesil #ADeuce kinda implied #Epel and Jack are here too

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izhunny · 3 months

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😏... Failed at flash fiction challenge by overshooting the mark; succeeded at a fun Frostiron heist ficlet!

Final word count: 1415.

fffprompt: TAKE MY HAND

(full fic below the cut or use the link to AO3 in the title)

Title: A Little Light Burgling

Relationship: Loki/Tony Stark

Rating: Teen and up

No Archive Warnings Apply

(See work at AO3 link above for adtl tags/notes or take your chances below)

SUMMARY: To help a friend, Tony needs to break into the impenetrable vault of The Protectors (of insanely magical objects, some of which definitely shouldn't be on Earth). Only she's in another galaxy and can't help with the mission she tasked him with. And the Avengers… won't.

Who does Tony know with experience of and no moral qualms about stealing magical shit from the good guys?

💙

A/N: Dialogue only. Tony speaks the first line.

💙

“This is your fault. Fix it.”

“Take my hand.”

“Pfft. No.”

“How do you propose I fix the situation?”

“Same way you got me into it!”

“Shh! As I explained, I cannot use magic inside the catacombs, except for this exact spot. Or it will trigger an alarm. I resent the implication I had anything to do with you falling into that open grave. You stepped into that all on your own.”

“Empty grave.”

“Empty?”

“Yep. Mostly.”

“Most-”

“Me. I’m in the otherwise empty grave. So, mostly empty. Now get me out.”

“Move over.”

“What!”

“This is what we’re here for. Move. I’ll not be held responsible for crushing you.”

“Fine. Ugh. What are you doing?”

“Searching.”

“How can you see anything? We should have grabbed a torch from the corridor.”

“My eyes are not my only tool.”

“Hey, hey, that’s my-”

“So it is. Apologies. Step aside so I–aha!”

“Is that a secret door?”

“Yes. Bit small. Would you like to go first?”

“You should probably know, I‘m not a fan of caves. Why did I agree to this again?”

“Because you don’t trust me with the artifact at the end of this secret passage, but you need assistance getting it and none of your merry band of do-gooders would help?”

“Right. Think there’s anything alive in there?”

“Everything down here is quite dead except for us and the guards. And possibly rodents.”

“Rats!”

“Shush. In my experience, most catacombs have them. Nothing to worry about unless we encounter water or if you have an open wound.”

“Uh.”

“Uh?”

“I fell on my elbow.”

“Turn.”

“How can you see?”

“With much better eyesight than you.”

“Hey! Cold hands.”

“Abraded but not bleeding. You’ll be fine. Let’s go.”

“Wait. Thanks for. Don’t leave me down here.”

“Breathe. Hold. Release. Again. Good. I vowed earlier to aid this nefarious endeavor. Again, my sworn word, I will not leave you behind here. A literally unbreakable oath. You used this to your advantage with my brother, did you not?”

“I did. Okay. Lead on, McDuff.”

“There’s light at the end. Hold onto my coat tail.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“Honestly, neither can I. What made you ask me?”

“Sneaking around. Breaking and entering. Stealing shit from a secret vault in a secret lair. Seemed like your idea of a good time.”

“It does sound like me. How are you doing?”

“I think my eyes are adjusting. The scenery has… improved. How much further?”

“Scenery? All you could possibly see is my, oh. Very amusing. Get your head out from under my jacket and see for yourself.”

“Think it’s boobytrapped?”

“No. But those lockpicks you concealed about your person will be useful. We need to change places.”

“We don’t really have the room to–”

“Back up a little. I’ll lay down; you crawl over and impress me with your genius engineering prowess.”

“Just break the lock off.”

“Wasn’t your plan for this to appear as if no one had ever been here?”

“Shit! We have to crawl back through to get out. I. Oh god!”

“Breathe. I can teleport us out at any moment if you do not care about triggering an alarm.”

“Okay. I just. Yeah. Okay. Breathing. Not trapped?”

“Not trapped.”

“Cool. You want to move down a little more?”

“No. I’ll be right under you to brace you so you can work.”

“Right. Oh, sorry about the. Whoops, my jeans caught on one of your belts. Why do you have so many damn belts?”

“Stop struggling. Allow me. There. I suggest you rest your weight on me.”

“I’m good.”

“You’re not. Your arms will need to remain in a precarious position for several minutes, your sweat already drips on me, and I predict your thighs and back will give before that lock yields to you. Rest. Your. Weight. On me. I’ll brace you up.”

“It’s like that one yoga pose. This is actually better. Thanks.”

“Are you…?”

“Yeah. I am. Ignore that.”

“But you were panicking a moment ago.”

“Not everything on me immediately responds to requests from my brain. Almost. Almost. Damn it! I need the other rake in my back pocket. Can you?”

“Yes. Here.”

“Thanks. Why are you doing this?”

“Sounded like fun.”

“Called it.”

“My brother’s disapproval over a collaboration of unlawful mischief was—Shh! Voices. Magic.”

“Mmm…”

“...Oh.”

“Good or bad oh?”

“Just. Oh. They’ve gone. The magic is receding, too. Keep working, you shameless creature.”

“Locks already open. Your lips are soft.”

“Thank you.”

“Can I kiss you again?”

“Later. Let’s retrieve this object you seek and get out of here.”

“Good idea.”

“I’ll get the latch. Shield your eyes.”

“Fuck, it’s fucking bright.”

“Oh my. Look, look.”

“Yeah, that’s… wow. That’s a lot of stuff.”

“Are you entirely certain you wish to take only whatever we’re here for from this vault?”

“You promised. My artifact only.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t try to negotiate for more. Crawl inside already.”

“Sorry. Ouch!”

“Get off the floor.”

“How did you manage that from your back so gracefully?”

“Superior proprioception and strength. Well, what are we here for?”

“It’s a cube, like the cube that–”

“No wonder you didn’t tell me. Start on that side. I’ll start over there.”

“See it?”

“No. You?”

“Not yet.”

“You’re certain, only the cube?”

“Yes.”

“But this could be fun. Or this!”

“Put that back.”

“But, but shiny, dangerous magical objects. Displayed like wares in a shop!”

“I found it. But it’s in a locked case.”

“That lock should be no issue.”

“Yep. After I get this to my friend, I’m telling them about the security loophole you exploited.”

“If I could leave you here, I would.”

“I won’t tell them how I know about it.”

“Finding another avenue in might be challenging.”

“What the hell are. Are you, are you licking those things?”

“Just the really interesting ones. So I can find them later.”

“Does this mean you’ll be able to locate me whenever you want?”

“You’re the one who kissed me. And yes.”

“Okay, that’s—.”

“Don’t touch it! Let me wrap it with a bit of—”

“That’s my favorite t-shirt you just ripped a chunk out of. And that’s a handy use of a belt.”

“Undignified as it may seem, this can act as a light for our crawl back if you hold the belt between your teeth.”

“Can you get the lock back onto–”

“Yes! Get in, hurry! The magic sweep is starting on the other side of the vault.”

“Damn, it’s worse with light.”

“Move!”

“I’m moving!”

“How do you possibly manage inside your suit if you’re so claustrophobic?”

“Suit’s not a cave.”

“Well, in that case. You know that makes no reasonable sense whatsoever, don’t you?”

“Never said it was reasonable. That’s, uh, my ankle you got there.”

“Did you pull the entry closed when we came in?”

“I don’t remember. And I can’t tell with all the light.”

“Of all the. Put the cube between your knees. Lie down. I’ll crawl past and leave my jacket over you. Wrap the cube in it and follow.”

“Ow, hey, watch the. Um. That a dagger in your pants or are you just happy to be crawling over the back of me in a dark tunnel with ill-gotten loot?”

“The first. Maybe a little of the second. Quiet. The guards should be making their round again soon. After they pass, we’ll exit. Your hand is taking liberties I haven’t granted.”

“It’s keeping me distracted. And calm. It is pretty nice ass. Why do you guys wear so much leather anyway?”

“Why are you so interested in fashion?”

“I’m stylish. Sue me.”

“You’re also inappropriate.”

“I’m inappropriately interested in what’s underneath that fashion.”

“Ehehehe. They’re leaving. Let’s go.”

“I never thought I’d be happy standing in an empty grave.”

“My jacket?”

“After you get us to my lab. How’s it look?”

“Like it’s too big for you and has a cosmic cube in it. Fetching nonetheless. Would you like one of your own?”

“You offering?”

“Perhaps. Perhaps not. You’d probably want something in red.”

“I’m partial to black when it comes to leather. You know you have about twenty knives in this thing?”

“Thirty-two. Come on. Take my hand.”

“Thanks.”

“This was fun.”

“Would you like to get to know each other a little better over takeout, not watch a movie, and fool around?”

“I thought you’d never ask. Stand here.”

“Can I kiss you while we’re teleporting?”

“Shut up and–”

“Mmmmm.”

#frostiron #prompt fic #my writing #a little light burgling #dialogue only #link goes to AO3 #overshot the mark for flash fiction 😊

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ellayuki · 1 year

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06122022 - 9-1-1

"You're actually pissed about that. I thought-"

"Of course I'm pissed off about it! I'm still pissed off about it! Just because we never mentioned it again, doesn't mean I'm not pissed off about it."

"...I thought you were okay with it."

"Jesus Christ, Eddie. I'm not- It's not the fact that you put me in your will."

"Well, it sure seems like it is, from where I'm standing!"

"It's not. I'd take care of Chris even without that and you know it."

"I do know, I told you that. That's why I don't get-"

"Have you ever thought, I mean, really, actually thought about how I'd feel if I found out from someone else?"

"What?"

"Say if you didn't make it to the hospital that day, or if the bullet had hit just a couple of inches to the left and you'd died before I even reached you."

"Buck…"

"I would have had to find out from your lawyer, Eddie. No one wants to learn about important, life-changing things, especially in the midst of soul-shattering grief, from a damn lawyer."

"Soul-shattering…?"

"Yes, and that's so not the point here."

"It… Yeah, yeah, it. Isn't."

"What I'm pissed off about is the fact that you didn't tell me until after you almost died again, and even then, it was only because I had a self-deprecating, guilt-filled breakdown and put myself at risk."

"Buck."

"Eddie. You already knew I wouldn't say no to it. You already know I'd do anything for that kid."

"Obviously."

"Did you think I'd get scared, that I'd think it's too much?"

"No. Of course not."

"Then what?"

"I don't know, alright? I was going to tell you. I just… never got around to it. How do you tell someone, 'Hey, if I die, I want you to take care of my kid, above anyone else, even my parents,' without it sounding…"

"Without it sounding like what? Because it sounds like you not wanting things to change even more in Chris' life if worse comes to worst, from where I'm standing."

"...Fuck."

"Eddie…"

"It sounded too much like 'I love you' in my head, alright?"

"...What?"

"You heard me."

"Eddie… Eddie, what?"

"Don't make me say it again, Buck."

"You can't just say something like that and just move on. Fuck, Eddie. You can't just-"

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't you fucking dare! Dammit, Eds. I was going to dig you out of that well with my bare hands. I would have stepped in front of that bullet - of any bullet - if I could've. Do you really think I don't fucking love you, too? Really?"

"I know you do. And the fierceness of it fucking terrifies me, okay?"

"Eddie…"

"It terrifies me, because one day you'll actually put yourself between me and a bullet, and I won't be able to recover from that. Ever."

#911 fox #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buckley diaz family #911 #REGARDING THE WILL #by moi #fic #my fic #2022 fic #911fic #dialogue fic #dialogue only

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trailersnomusic · 7 months

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#movie #film #cinema #trailer #movie trailer #dialogue only #cats

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vayalda · 9 months

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Whiskers, the hamster

Summary: Brienne is the owner of a pet store. Jaime is a new hamster-dad and has lots of questions.

Pairing: Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth

Link AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48823822

#braime #brienne x jaime #jaime x brienne #whiskers the hamster #animal series #brienne of tarth #jaime lannister #fic #fanfic #dialogue only

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lbibliophile-sw · 7 months

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Deal with the Devil (and the Devil is losing)

Also on AO3 [415 words] @whumptober - day 5:pinned down, day 19: "I'm not as stupid as you think I am" @clonefandomevents - Coruscant Guard bingo: blackmail

“Ah, Commander Fox. Is something the matter? I don’t believe we had a meeting scheduled…?”

“Senator Chi’kalti had an unfortunate accident with their speeder, so will be unable to make their appointment with you today. Which gives us plenty of time to chat instead… Lord Sidious.”

“Commander, Execute Order Four!”

“Now what was that one again? Ah yes, your failsafe: forget the last five minutes and await further orders. So I guess brings us to the first point on today’s agenda. I don’t have the chip anymore; none of the Guard do. We took them out and had a look, and isn’t that an interesting list of Orders on there? I can see exactly which ones are your favourites, and which ones you are setting things up to use. The rest of the GAR doesn’t know about the chips yet… and they don’t have to.”

“Now, now Commander. Surely we can just –“

“I wouldn’t try that if I were you. One of the few useful things that the GAR passed on from their Jedi is that it doesn’t take Force Sensitivity to learn to shield. No, it will be old-fashioned negotiation for today, so you’d better stay on my good side. Now, terms.

“You want to keep blocking the Clone Rights Bill? And yes, I do know that you are behind that. Then fine. I’ve spent enough time on the lower levels to know that ‘sentient rights’ mean shit-all without the ability to enforce them.

“You want us to be your attack dogs? We’ll do it. But you are going to make us the most pampered pets in all of Coruscant. You’ve been encouraging rumours that the Guard are soft, that Coruscant is a cushy posting; well now you’re going to make that a reality. All the little luxuries that should come with being stationed in the Core.

“You want galactic dominion? Quite frankly, sir, I don’t care. The Republic is a garbage-fire and turning it into an Empire could only be an improvement. If the cost of that is the Jedi, so be it.

“At this point, all that really matters to me are myself and my Guard. As long as you understand that, I don’t see why our working partnership shouldn’t continue to be mutually beneficial. Of course, Sith doctrine being founded on betrayal, you’ll have to forgive me for having certain contingencies in place. It is in your best interest that I don’t need to use them.

“Do we have a deal?”

#snippet from a fic i'll never write #fox hears fives' claims and runs a fix-it according to his own priorities #CG bingo #whumptober 2023 #no.5 #no.19 #pinned down #“i'm not as stupid as you think i am”#star wars #sw:tcw #ficlet #fanfic #dialogue only #blackmail #dark!fox #commander fox #chancellor palpatine #darth sidious #bingo fill

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c-rose2081 · 2 years

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A-Spen: …so, you are my sisters mate?

Zed: Uh…y-yes? I guess.

A-Li: Your uncertainty is telling.

Zed: Telling? N-no, no that’s not what I meant…

A-Lan: If your attraction to our Little One isn’t as true as she believes, that will put you at a distinct disadvantage.

Zed: Disadvantage?

A-Spen: Our ancient ancestors destroyed any unfavorable suitors towards one of their Family Unit. It’s an old but efficient tradition.

A-Lan: Our Little One is precious to us. Should you betray her emotions in any way, we shall…

A-Li: Vaporize you.

*Aliens stare intently as Zed swallows thickly*

A-Spen: Are our intentions clear enough, Zombie Zed? Or shall we do a demonstration… *reaches for their luma lens*

Zed: No! No, no demonstration needed. I got it. Crystal clear.

A-Spen: Very well. We then leave you to your primitive existence. And when you see A-ddison, tell her she is expected back on the Mothership for her afternoon report.

Zed: Right. Will do.

*Zed salutes a bit as the Aliens beam up and disappear. A-ddison emerges from behind Zed where she’d been hiding*

A-ddison: Are they gone?

Zed: Y-yup.

A-ddison *standing*: What’s wrong, Zed? You look shaken.

Zed: Your siblings are kinda scary, you know that?

A-ddison: No way! I think A-Spen really likes you!

Zed: Are death threats a form of love language on the Mothership?

A-ddison *sheepish*: Well…no, not exactly. But we’re getting there! Maybe you all should spend some time alone together…

Zed: Addy, I love you. But I will never spend alone time with your siblings.

A-ddison: Why not?

Zed: I need witnesses.

—

In A-Lurian culture, it’s technically up to A-Spen as the Elder One of the Family Unit to choose who A-ddison’s mate is. However, Little One’s always have a certain sway over their Older’s, and it’s very hard for anyone to say no when A-ddison breaks out her very best begging face.

So, the Aliens and Zed are at an impasse. Not fans of one another, but willing to put that aside to let A-ddison be happy.

#disney zombies #starchild au #zeddison #zed necrodopolis #addison wells #a spen zombies #a li zombies #a lan zombies #dialogue only #world building #lore building #character development #fanfiction #dcom

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