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tell us about riz (ask game)
RIZ RIZ RIZ BET
first impression: oh this boy has so much frantic energy omg and cares so much about this penny girl he tries so hard, hes completely not sleeping to find his only friend...... Fuck I'm gonna end up kinning this guy, aren't I. And then it just kept going
impression now: ...... he cares. so. much. i care so much. its everything and he is everything to me- i actually dont know how to express it. he's like- holy. literally, he works for heaven now. but thats not important, he is.
Favorite moment....... fuck.... hmm... god i really like his interactions with Kalina. it could be "hiss at her, litigator!" followed by him hissing in court, but thats more a fig thing so.... while its not necessarily the moment, i like what it came to mean for his character. Him stuck in the palimpsest at the arcade, having lost to Penny's game, cutting his hands digging through the crystals, simply because that is so often referred back to
HONORABLE MENTIONS BECAUSE HES MY LITTLE GUY AND FUCK IT WE BALL: "i'm really gonna spiral here" after getting his own private office to do pi shit in, him suggesting "we can throw rocks in the river" as a hangout option because his only experience with what hangouts are like comes from violent productive adventuring and also noir mystery films/books/games, Riz inventinting the Night Yorb because he couldnt just relax. HIM TALKING TO HIS MOM ABOUT LIKE- IDFK WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF OR HOW TO INTERACT WITH MY FRIENDS IF THERES NOT A PROBLEM I CAN SOLVE- like shoot me with a fucking gun why dont you- uhhhhhh... "its just a metal tube. i think its beautiful *and then i do a little dance*" ..... theres a lot imma shut up
Story idea....... shit- him hanging out with the seven. please. idk, im very content with my- WAIT NO i wouldnt write about him, but any fanfic where he interacts with jawbone(like as the guidance counselor, not as the dad of most of his friends) - head in hands-
unpopular opinion: shipping fabriz is fine. like i dont like it and any ship stuff for them i read(which i do read) i am personally interpreting as platonic cuz im really good at that, or unrequited. i know a lot of people get pressed about it cuz aroace erasure which yeah if youre changing him to demi thats a bit- or if its one of those "Pok was right, he might just be a late bloomer, lol theyre aged up and actually riz finds out he's pan lololol" thats a bit - like please stop. but if hes dating the guy as an aroace person or theyre qpring. whats the big deal. i know riz doesnt want a relationship and all but - that the point of shipping? like i know for some people its uncomfy especially with how its the most popular d20 ship(at least based on ao3), but to me its like- shipping is literally pushing together characters and its always purely self indulgent??? like ship whoever you want as long as he stays aroace. anyways i didnt need to justify myself and show both arguements like that. none of you know this guy. except two people hi eni and aether
favorite relatioship: ..... LISTEN IGNORE EVERYTHING I JUST SAID. FABIAN AND RIZ THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS FABIAN SEACASTER AND THE FUCKING BALL LIKE THEYVE COME SO FAR IN THEIR DYNAMIC ITS CHANGED SO MUCH - theyre so opposites theyre everything theyre everything THEY SHOULDNT BE FRIENDS! AND THEYRE NOT!! THEYRE BEST FRIENDS!!!! AUGH!!!
favorite headcanon: autistic and anxious...... uh..... my brain is very gone... i think he still has like a bunch of different friendship bracelets from Penny that he keeps in like little collectors cases. ALSO I DONT THINK SHE EVER GAVE THEM TO HIM I THINK THEY WOULD JUST LIKE APPEAR ON HIS WRIST SHE WAS SLEIGHT OF HANDING THOSE SHITS ONETO HIS WRISTS BECAUSE HE COMPLAINED IT DIDNT MATCH HIS AESTHETIC AND THEN SHED LEAVE AND HE BE LIKE- im gonna frame this and put in on my wall.... but like as in in a false bottom in a drawer so its cooler
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Revy before she goes "Back into hiding".
#Mentally unstable#anime & manga#Black Lagoon#Season 1#25-26 years of age#in a violent arguement with Rock#calm down two men#Poor and horrible upbringing#had a horrible & impoverished upbringing#Had grown up in poverty#had a traumatized childhood#Seinen#action#Large tribal tattoo#modified beretta 92fs inox#.9mm#the muscles and the brute force of the group#the night#mascot
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CAOS PART FOUR - My Thoughts *Spoiler Warning* Part One
Roz and Harvey playing Rock-Paper-Scissors in the back of the classroom on Octopus-disection day.
Morningstar and Spellman would be really fun twin sisters - they should figure out a way to make that a real thing, Reality warping anybody? The headband colorcoding is a little dumb though.
Morningstar's wedding gown was ridiculous for a sixteen year old.
The new Wierd Sisters are all ridiculously powerful in their own right and should've happened much sooner.
Mambo Marie taking Prudence and Roz under her wings like a badass Fairy Godmother.
Ambrose is THE BEST COUSIN IN THE FUCKING WORLD. And Hilda is adorable.
Roz put her had on Warped!Harvey's chest when he grabbed her mouth; which makes me wonder if that was a subconcious thing that was actually Jaz and Ross.
Morningstar calling out Lucifer and Caliban about Hecate is hilarious.
ROZ AND PRUDENCE ARE MY FAVORITE FUCKING TEAM UP EVER AND I WANT MORE OF THEM!
The wierd as squashed-film scenes made me nauseous.
Metatron/Enoch had one hell of an introduction.
The merge of Morningstar and Spellman reminds me the Merge from The Vampire Diaries.
Morningstar was 1000% the older sister between her and Spellman.
Lilith's plan to stay in that room for sixteen years was a fucking mess.
STOP WITH THE FUCKING MUSCIAL MOVIE SHIT THIS ISN'T RIVERDALE.
never fucking say end-game again. ever.
Lucifer saving both Sabrina's made me happy, but that scene was violent.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME MORNINGSTAR AND SPELLMAN CHOSE ROCK-PAPER-SCISSORS TO DECIDE?!
ROBIN AND THEO ARE ADORABLE!
I think Caliban, in some way, did really love Morningstar.
THEY GOT THE ORIGINAL ZELDA AND HILDA TO COME TO THE SHOW OH UNHOLY FUCKING SHIT!!
Prudence and Ambrose are adorable.
I don't think Lilith actually killed baby Adam. I think she faked it and sent him away somewhere else. And No I won't take arguement. I have to believe she sent him away.
Blackwood lookin' like a fucking pincushion.
OH MY GODDESS IT'S ROSS' BROTHER RIKER IN THIS FUCKING THING HOLY SHIT! HOLY FUCK IT'S RIKER!! ooooo Riker's a bad guy...
OH MY FUCK DORCUS IS BACK!
RIKER AND ROSS BEING IN THE SAME SCENE BEING TOTAL WIERDOS TO EACH OTHER FUCKING KILLS ME - THIS IS THE BEST!
The "you look familiar" made me laugh my ass off because THEY'RE BOTHERS!
The fuckig Satantic Panic flashback with Ross playing with his brother makes me laugh my ass off. Ross with that hair is a biiiiiiiiig 'No'.
Terror!Edward was a dick and Sabrina did NOT need that shit.
Caliban's way of Flaming Out is faaaaaaar too dramatic!
MR. KINKLE IS STILL A FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT WHY THE FUCK SHOULD WE CARE THAT EVIL!RIKER STOLE HIM?!?!?!
Lucifer being a dick to Sabrina is uncalled for.
I seriously think Ross broke character whe Satantic Panic was playing; because he seems to be smiling when they cut to him - or trying not to.
LILITH JUST KILLED THE LAZARUS AND FUCK ME IT WAS AWESOME!
"Well Sung, False Daughter" "Go To Hell, False Father" "I think I will" Honestly, Kinda love this exchange!
HOLD ON - Mambo Marie is WHO?! And why does Zelda always get her heart broken?!
Prudence having to say goodbye to Dorcus made me cry, straight up I cried!
DORCUS FORGIVING AGATHA AND AGATHA GETTING HER MIND BACK HOLY FUCK NO WAY I'M GONNA CRY AGAIN!!
OH MY GODDESS MAMBO MARIE SENT VINEGAR TOM BACK TO ZELDA!
OH MY GODDESS THE ORIGINAL ZELDA AND HILDA ARE IN THIS FUCKING SHOW AND I AM LOOSING MY FUCKING SHIT!
That fake Salem is horrendous.
The wierd tv show in a tv show thing is kind of annoying. Also watching the tv show while pretending to be acting in the tv show is... odd.
OG Zelda and Hilda are evil... wow that wasn't foreseen at all.
Salem controlling everything was pretty smart.
No one watching the movie and everyone making out looked like the beginning of a bad porno - If I'm honest.
Mimicking the Harbrina scene with Sabrina-Nick was a stupid thing. Straight up Stupid.
Morningstar ruining a Spellman/Nick moment was fucking hilarious but them killing her was DUMB AS FUCK! HOW DID THAT KILL HER IT MAKES NO SENSE!
#CAOS#sabrina spellman#sabrina spoilers#chilling adventures spoilers#chilling adventures of sabrina#caos spoilers#Ross Lynch#Riker Lynch
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Freedom is a state of mind
Vikings Fan Fiction
Chapter 10 (Chapter 9 here)
*I do not own any part of the Canon Vikings characters. It is simply my interpretation. I make no profit off of this.
**I do own the original characters and everything associated with them.
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She finished taking care of him for the night before making her way away from his room, stopping in the doorway. Nervously she glanced back at him.
“If there is nothing else, I will return in the morning to change your dressings,” she added flatly.
As she waited for him to break the silence she felt as she would be sick. Her stomach did flips and her heart raced. Her fingers trembled as she held to the frame of the door. The memory of the raids and what she'd lost had gripped at her heart, squeezing it mercilessly. She hadn't been hit with such grief since the tragedy had struck and desperately wished to be relieved of her duties for the night. Thankfully he waved her off in dismissal.
He shifted an arm up under his head as he laid in bed after she'd left. He still felt that initial tug in his gut every time she was near. It was a puzzling feeling. One he had neither felt nor understood any better as the months passed. He couldn't help but wonder what it was that pulled him to her the way that it had.
His mind wandered over the possibilities as sleep began to weigh against his eyelids. Ivar's eyes fell to the doorway as he rolled over and for a fleeting moment she stood before him. A smile tugged at his lips as slumber washed over him.
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Ivar's brothers couldn't help but notice he, more often than not, was off in the forest and that she was also m.i.a. along with him.
"Where do you think he goes?" Hvitserk asked Ubbe, nodding in the direction of their brother as he caught sight of him crawling from town.
Ubbe watched until he disappeared among the trees. "I don't know," he offered simply.
"He is different, yes?" Hvitserk asked turning back to his brother, his curiosity getting the better of him.
He couldn't deny the change in Ivar's behavior. One most would never notice, but the sons of Ragnar were brothers and saw things hidden to the rest of the world. It hadn't taken him long to notice Ivar's calmer demeanor. There had been no outbursts. No instigation. Not even an arguement between him and Sigurd.
"He has been much more quiet lately, yes," Ubbe agreed.
A wide grin spread itself across Hvitserk's face. He'd been wanting to figure out the mystery ever since the air had begun to change around Ivar. Asking Sigurd was out of the question, the youngest brothers' relationship already shaky at its best, but he wanted help.
This was his chance.
Ubbe's eyes finally found Hvitserk. Whenever he got that glint in his eyes they always ended up in trouble. He doubted now would be any different.
"No," Ubbe said firmly, though it was hard to resist the urge to go along with whatever scheme Hvitserk was planning.
His grin deflated immediately. "No what?" Hvitserk asked feigning ignorance to Ubbe's presumptive denial.
"No to whatever it is you are plotting," Ubbe said definitively.
"What are you denying our brother now?" Sigurd asked casually as he came upon his brothers at the market.
"Nothing," Ubbe lied, his eyes staying with Hvitserk a moment longer. Regardless of Hvitserk's involvement in any mischief, the eldest son of Aslaug knew absolutely nothing good would come from Sigurd finding out about Hvitserk's offer and tagging along.
"Then let him do whatever it is he wants to do," Sigurd offered in defense of Hvitserk.
Hvitserk's eyes caught sight of a familiar, raven-haired slave headed off in the same direction and quickly sided with his older brother.
"Ubbe is right," he said with a quick smile. "It is nothing."
His brother looked at him quizzically, but declined to dig further into his sudden change of heart, hopeful he had listened to him for once.
"I have found something much more entertaining to do anyway," he lied with a sly smirk, motioning to Maragrethe as she walked past through the crowd.
Sigurd and Ubbe followed where he pointed; Sigurd smirking deviously and Ubbe's jealousy creeped up knowing what the two would end up doing. Hvitserk left in her direction, but changed his path for the woods as soon as he was clear of his brothers' sight
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"No. Like this. Ég er Glohg-ving-uhr ehld-hoos-feef-uhl pah-kah-roif."
"Ég er Gløggvingr eldhúsfifl bakrauf," she repeated with a prideful smile. Ehrlana felt she now knew enough to pass for any other Northerner thanks to Ivar. Surprisingly.
"Good," he said with a slight chuckle.
"What?" she asked growing suspicious.
"It means I am a stingy good for nothing ass," he admitted letting his laugh grow.
"Ivar!" she said feigning offence.
She pulled a bit of grass out and tossed it his way, but laughed all the same. He batted the blades away, his laugh dying down.
"You know enough. What else is there to teach you?" he asked with a shrug.
"I guess nothing," she said convincingly with a sigh, lying back on the ground. "You are useless now."
"I am not useless," he started angrily.
She didn't fight verybhard to contain her laughter.
"That is not funny," he said with a slight pout in his voice.
She shifted an arm under her head and watched as the clouds drifted by in the early evening sun. "I was only joking," she admitted.
Ivar was the one thing that kept her safe among Kattegat and its residents. Everyone feared his wrath and wouldn't dare touch what was his. Including her. But it wasn't his protection alone that made him useful to her. It was their unspoken friendship. He was the one person who, ironically, made her feel normal. Declan was a friend and an ally, yes, but he still treated her as her father's daughter - as a fragile princess. Ivar simply let her be and she returned the favor.
"I know that. I am not stupid," he countered; though a smirk tugged at his lips.
Their ease had been an unexpected side effect of his lessons. One he hadn't fought. He wouldn't deny it felt good to have at least one person seemingly accept him. He also wouldn't let it cloud his judgement of her however. She was after all a slave. He knew what levels they would stoop to in order to gain their freedom. Ehrlana hadn't yet tried anything near as disgraceful as Margatethe, but he wasn't letting their budding friendship distract his knowledge that one day she would. They all did eventually.
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The scene unfolding before Hvitserk was far from what he had expected - though he hadn't been one hundred percent sure of what he would have found, but Ivar getting along with her was the last thing he'd imagined.
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Ehrlana watched the clouds as they drifted by. "You could teach me the ways of your Gods," she offered as a solution to their educational plateau.
Ehrlana had been watching as the others participated in the celebrations. She’d always been warned about the pagans and their violent nature. While the sacrifices were brutal, she began to understand why they did the things they did. She wasn’t sure if it was the shock to her system at such brutality or the passion they all seemed to share for their rituals, but whatever the reason, their steadfast belief in the Gods fascinated her.
"Won't your Christian God become jeslous," he added with a laugh.
Her family, their people, the neighboring countries…all of them practiced Christianity. But Ehrlana was different. She always had been. As she grew, her need to question her path in life had grown along with her. A non-believer was valueless to her father and he had been furious with her after voicing the curiosity; making sure to keep her aversion well hidden and contained - never surpassing the initial defiance.
"This my home now, yes?" she replied, ignoring his mocking inquiry.
Unexpectedly his heart jumped with her words. Excitement sent a slight chill over him. "Is it?"
She sat up and looked directly in his eyes. It had been long enough that she knew she was here indefinitely. Even with the scare of being discovered, her family had yet to show. If Kattegat was not her home by now it never would be.
"I have not left." Though they both knew as a slave she had no power to decide on travel plans. "I have been here long enough to accept your city as my own. Kattegat is home. You have taught me your tongue well. Now I wish to learn your customs. Of your Gods. The harvest celebration will soon be upon us and I want to be a part of it. I can think of no one better to show me how," she added playing to his ego.
He forced the smile that attempted to show itself away. He would never allow her to see how excited he was to convert a Christian; even if it was just Ehrlana.
"I will think about it," he said with a shrug and slid from atop his rock to leave.
Ehrlana smiled, knowing he would eventually agree. "Then I will wait eagerly for your decision," she said playfully as she stood and followed him. Both unaware of his brother's prying eyes.
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As the weeks turned to months Ehrlana’s paranoia over discovery relaxed more and more, eventually fading away. But it would soon return.
She was back at the market restocking ingredients for another batch of Ivar’s balm, it now a part of their nightly routine. And even though he never admitted it, she saw how well it was working. His had pain visibly lessened and she’d been forced to wake him each morning. It was a small victory, one unacknowledged, but a victory nonetheless.
Addis caught sight of her familiar face and followed Ehrlana from stall to stall. His breath nearly caught when she turned his way. He'd been right. Ehrlana was in alive. And here, in Kattegat.
As she made her way to the next stall his voice called out her name, just as Ivar crawled around the corner of a nearby building. The unknown man rushed over to her spouting off something about raids on her homeland and her father. Declan's warning of her discovery and the fear she'd felt came flooding back.
This is who Declan had warned about!
She desperately wanted the man to stay quiet. She grabbed him by the arms to stop his excited movements. He continued rambling on as her eyes darted around looking for Ivar. He had slowed to a stop, hidden and watching. “Ní rachaidh do chabhair ar aghaidh,” she said with a rushed smile.
Speaking her native tongue was the only way to ensure Ivar wouldn’t understand anything if he was near. Her voice was soft and feminine, but there was a ferocity behind it that conveyed her seriousness.
"Ach ní féidir linn labhairt anseo. Buailfimid anocht. Seolfaidh mé focal. Anois téigh.” Her gaze eventually left him and found Ivar. “Téigh!”
Her chest tightened. She could feel the heat of her skin as it flushed with fear.
Her eyes found his and she wrestled it into control and tried her best to prepare for what was to come next.
She glanced over her shoulder at Addis while he rushed from the square. She couldn’t help but notice he left in the direction of Declan’s as he disappeared behind one of the many buildings. When she turned back she fully expected to be met with a barrage of questions from Ivar, but he'd continued on toward the Blacksmith's. Strangely he had decided not to confront her, though she knew he'd seen them.
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Addis fled to find Declan to tell him of his news. "Declan! Declan, she is here!” he said between breaths when he’d caught up with him. “Ehrlana….I have found her,” he finished, closing the gap between them.
His voice fell to a whisper. As if the two were conspiring against the Queen of Kattegat herself. But this was their way out of this place. This was their way home. He didn’t need listening ears to ruin his plans of leaving.
Declan’s heart dropped. His mind went blank, desperately trying to find a way around all of this. “In a few months time you and I will be in the King's hall, feasting on our behalf,” Addis continued excitedly before Declan could speak. "I’m sending word tonight."
Then, just like that he’d gone, leaving Declan more worried than ever. He had no idea what to do. He'd tried his best to keep Addis from seeing her. He'd run circles around the two for weeks now. The man had no clue just how much danger he could be putting her into. Declan knew Addis was only thinking of the wealth and fame that would come along with such a rescue. He knew the man would spin a tale of some damsel in distress that he valiantly saved. He may have been his father's friend, but he was a storyteller first. Addis could make shoveling manure sound impressive. Especially if it would give his reputation a boost.
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Ivar's attention was grabbed with the initial shouting Addis had done. It was the same man who'd been with Ehrlana earlier. He met with someone Ivar had never seen before. His watchful gaze remained focused on the two men when her name was mentioned. From his perch in the blacksmith's he could see everything. He only wished he could hear them.
Sparks flew from the blade he was sharpening, landing in nearby piles of hay unnoticed. Smoke slowly began to rise.
"I do not wish to burn alive today," Sigurd said to his brother as he handed his axe to the smith. Only Sigurd's irritating voice could pull him away from the scene unfolding before him. "Perhaps you should stop staring at your boyfriend and pay attention to your work," he added pointing out at the two men.
Ivar sneered at his brother. Only Sigurd could manage to pull him from the scene. Thanks to him he missed most of their conversation.
"Jealous?"
Sigurd huffed and turned his attention to the smith, watching as his axe was sharpened. Ivar's eyes went back to Addis and Declan, but they had already disappeared. He would simply have to ask Ehrlana later who he was and what exactly he was up to.
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Hiiiii ! Can I request a Negan x Reader where the Reader is lost by herself at the beginning of the apocalypse and she got trapped in a groceries shop and Negan find her and save her? time pass and she start to be afraid of Negan because he's more violent than ever and when he see that in a middle of an arguement, he calm down and.. well flufflyness you know? Our boy Negan deserve some love. TwT !
Shit, this must've been in my box for a good year or so...
All you could do was curse your heart out as you did the best you could to move around silently in the grocery store. There we two men and women who were also scouting the grocery store. But did not look and sound friendly in the slightest.
You held your hammer tightly in preparation to attack. It barely took two months for the whole town to turn into chaos and you had to work quick and leave faster.
You were crouch down to make yourself as small as possible but also able to react quickly. As the voices grew closer your breathing steadied so you could pay attention to the people and not your heartbeat.
Well, you would do that if you didn't almost shit yourself upon seeing a rugged faced, middle-aged man with slicked back, dark hair in a leather jacket and jeans, who was also couched down in the same aisle as you with a baseball bat in his hand. You bit so hard it almost pierced the skin. He held a finger to his lips and looked at you with wide eyes begging you to stay quiet.
Any noise made by either of you could get you killed. The both of you were towards the back of the store, practically cornered. With keen eyes you looked frantically for something to throw. To your right was an unopened, long ago expire 2L carton of milk. Perfect.
With a frantic stretch you were able to grab the carton. The man looked at your completely lost at what you had planned.
Ever so slowly you stood up. With a peak over the aisle you saw that one of the men who stood centre of the store were turned away from you. Easy target. You pegged the carton towards the man successfully knocking him out. You gave you self a mental pat on the back quiet proud of yourself.
"What was that?!" A woman turned her head and instantly connected eyes with you. "Oi!" She shouted while running towards you.
With a second delay you hopped over to your aisle companion eventually pushing him to run out to the front.
"Go, go, go, go!" You shouted full on shoving the man out of the door. When you did you ran to your car opening the door and turning in the ignition. Before you could set off the man hoped in the passenger seat in a panic. You looked in the rear view mirror to see those people pathetically throwing rocks to your speed car.
Your passenger laughed as he stuck his hand out of the window giving them the finger. When things had finally settled down the man looked at you and smiled.
"Thanks for saving my ass back there." He stuck his hand out to you. "The name's Negan." You gave him a split second glance and stuck out your hand while keeping your attention on the road.
"(Y/N), local ass saver."
You sighed as you watched the campfire flames flickered. You, Negan and a few other ragtags you've collected along the way had finally cleared out all the walkers in the factory and could relax for once. Just being able to see four walls surrounding you again felt like heaven.
Negan watched as you conversed with one of the newbies. You were recalling how you met everyone and shared a few laughs. He didn't mind that you got along with the crew. He just didn't like how buddy buddy you were being with that one guy. The man gave off some weird vibes.
It wasn't until later when you and Negan has separated yourselves from the group to check the perimeter of the factory did Negan bring up the conversation.
"So you and the newbie huh?" Negan looked elsewhere but you. "You guys seem to get along. How long has he been in our group for, a week, two weeks?" He said with a gravely, southern voice. You tilted you head at your companion. Where was he going with this. Although you didn't have to think about for too long as you found yourself against the fence with his bat wrapped in barbed wire, now named 'Lucille', against your neck. "You know, I didn't notice that he had his eye on you before you even let him into the group." The more he spoke the more the bat dug into your throat, skin pierced. His face was close, too close given the circumstances. His breath hot. Eyes, predatory.
"Negan, (Y/N)!"
"There's the bastard now." He chuckled darkly moving his head away from you slightly..
"There's walkers heading towards the east side of the factory. About 20 of them." He panted. Negan cussed under his breath removing Lucille from your throat sauntering after the newbie.
"Well we've got more shitheads that want a piece of my ass." He laughed and motion for you to follow him. But you didn't move.
When Negan noticed that you weren't by his side he was a good 10 metres away from where you still stood. He turned his head towards you. Only to see you rubbing your neck were blood smeared. You looked terrified at him. "What's wrong?" He asked beyond worried. It almost seemed like he'd forgotten what had happened. With a quick glance at Negan you let you hand fall and quickly walked and pushed passed him to go to the east side.
Negan had never seen you so terrified, even when surrounded by walkers.
"Fuck."
Throughout the whole battle with the walkers you avoided any possible eye contact with Negan. It hurt him, it really fucking did. You didn't give him the slightest bit of contact for the rest of the day.
It wasn't until you were serving dinner that did you acknowledge him. You always served him first with a hearty meal as he was the leader, then you served everyone else and finally yourself with the scraps.
"Here." You said softly while handing Negan his plate of dinner. Negan made sure to wrap his hands around yours. You didn't say anything nor did your flinch.
"If I ever, I mean ever do something so fucking stupid towards you again. Please yell at me, beat the hell out of me. Whatever you want to fucking do. Just out me back in line." He sadly quietly enough for you to hear. He waited for a few second for a response but thankfully enough you placed a soft kiss on his head and went to serve everyone else.
Negan had let the smallest of smiles slip through his mask as he could still feel your lips on his head even though you have finally sat down. He saw that, yet again, you gave yourself the smallest serve.
Without a second thought he tilted his plate and scraped the rest of his food- which was more than half- onto your plate. Negan just watched the group converse with his soft smile adorning his lips.
All it took was a soft nudge in Negan's side to take him out of his daze. Slowly he turned his gaze down towards you. His eyes widened as you held up your makeshift fork with a big chunk of meat on the end towards Negan. With his sly smile he tried to be seductive in biting the piece off.
"I'll kill you the next time you pull that shit on me." You whispered in the kindest voice possible. Negan almost chocked at your statement. You sure did know how to stir his pot.
With a few coughs Negan regained his composure.
"Yeah, love you too."
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Anyone interested in Sanders Sides OC’s?
If you’re not, I’m going to be doing this anyway, so keep scrolling.
Right, so this idea’s been going around me head for a while and I know i’m not the only one, so, here’s my version of the Sanders Sides. Written profiles because, drawing people? *Nervous, sightly insane laughter* Noooooooooooope!
Logic-Name to be determined
Hair in a neat low ponytail, black jeans, shiny new work boots, grey button up shirt, glasses.
Similar in personality to Logan (minus the Crofters). Calm, cool and collected. Loves to go off on tangents, with ‘technically’, ‘actually’ and ‘incorrect’ being among their favourite words. Attempts to mediate arguements but often fails and ends up contributing. Loves biology.
Morality-Kat/Katherine
Messy ponytail, checked shirt (different one for every appearance) blue denim dungarees, battered hiking boots.
Pretty chilled out, mature, enjoys the simple things while having her flamboyant moments. Has no problem telling the other Sides to ‘shut up’. Knows what to say most of the time. Pretty rigid in her moral code, even if it hurts.
Creativity-Tracey
Completely black ninja outfit with a little bit of silver embroidery (Logic constantly gets on at her about it’s accuracy). Usually has the face mask pulled down as it’s difficult to be heard through it.
Hyperactive as all hell and the dirtiest mind out of all them. Never stops moving unless utterly, completely focused, and even then she’ll be fiddling with something or rocking on her feet. Somewhat violent although it usually stays in her room. Enjoys indulging in evil tropes but isn’t actually evil.
Anxiety- Name to be determined
Hair loose and long, tries to hang it over her face since I don’t have a fringe. Dresses in a school uniform with just enough effort to be presentable, but not too much.
Really very quiet most of the time. Doesn’t speak loudly when she does talk. The more innocent out of the group, almost childlike, but has the same kind of cruelty as a child and comes out with things that leave you questioning everything you ever thought you knew. When she kicks in, it’s either like a quiet doubt or one of those mean teenage girls you see in high school films.She’s aware of this and tries to stop herself from going too far.
Deceit- Lupa
Hair loose and behind the shoulders. Faded jeans, light grey shirt and fleece body warmer(because a wolf in sheep’s clothing is more than a warning), trainers.
Not evil. Fairly relaxed around the others but still not 100% comfortable. Protective, full on glaring, baring of teeth and even growling if anyone appears to threaten myself or the other sides. Compulsive liar, always take what she says the other way and watch her body language and listen to her tone. They’ll be more accurate than her words. The actual mediator, even if she takes a little while to speak up.
General interactions.
Tracey and Anxiety argue, a lot. Logic tries to stop them but usually ends up getting dragged into the argument until either Kat or Lupa can get them to stop.
Tracey goes to Logic when it comes to battle scenes for accurate weapons and how much punishment a human body can take.
All enjoy singing, although to different degrees. Lupa, Kat, and Anxiety love it, although Anxiety won’t sing in front of other people. Tracey enjoys it but finds it difficult if she has her mask up. Logic tolerates it as she recognises it as a valuable stress relief.
Kat and Anxiety can’t be in the same room together for very long. If the pressure of Kat’s moral code doesn’t set off Anxiety, it’s the emotional ‘aura’ around her that will which can end up damaging for everyone. This upsets them because if morals don’t come into it, the two get along quite well.
Everyone’s very used to handling Lupa.
Kat’s something of a recluse and doesn’t leave her room very often.
All of them love animals, again to differing degrees. Kat and Anxiety adore them. Lupa likes them but they don’t always seem to like her. Tracey kinda likes them as they can be useful. Logic recognises their use but overall isn’t bothered doesn’t stop her from cuddling a puppy though
Would actually be called ‘Facets’ because my surname starts with an ‘F’, yay alliteration!
I think that’s just about everything I’ve got. I’ve been trying to write some stuff with them, but every time I do I end up writing the Canon Sides instead. I’ll write what I think it dialogue for Tracey, read it back and find that it’s more like Roman. The only one this doesn’t happen with is Lupa, and it’s a little frustrating.
There are some things I haven’t mentioned because if I do end up writing this it’ll be spoilery. If I think of anything else I will add it to the list.
Evidently I do not own Sanders Sides, that honour belongs to Thomas Sanders
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1.) in the past, i had a bad habit of leading people on. have you ever been lead on? have you ever lead someone on?[intentionally or not] what do you think of people who do lead others on?
i have been lead on and have also lead people on in the past. it’s awful and makes the other person feel absolutely terrible about themself so i don’t suggest it.
2.)list all your favorite girl names.
i don’t really have one
3.)list all your favorite boy names.
^^^^
4.)in what ways has your life improved since this time last year? in what ways has your live gotten a little worse[if it has?]?
i mean my life hasn’t really changed significantly since last year.
5.)what are some of your favorite song lyrics at the moment?
I don’t really have any tbh
6.)have you ever been to college? if so, what for? & did you drop out or complete your major?
I am currently in college and I am going for veterinary technology. I’m not done yet, i still have 2 years left.
7.)if you go to college or went to college, did you ever have issues with financial aid? what happened?
No issues right now. Just trying to pay off my loans as quickly as i possibly can.
8.)do you have a job? if so where? & what are your job duties?
I work at a shoe store. I’m just a sales associate so i just have pretty basic jobs, even though my managers say i’m one of the best employees there and they give me more complex tasks than just standard employees.
9.)if you’re unemployed, are you looking for work? if so, where have you applied to recently?
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10.)name four favorite fast food restaurants & what you usually order at each one[or instead, favorite food items at each restaurant if you don’t always order the same thing].
steak n shake: a different type of burger and fries, hardees: something different every time, subway: (idek if that count as fast food but oh well) buffalo chicken 6 inch, little ceasars: large pepperoni
11.)name four favorite sit down restaurants & what you usually order at each one[or instead, favorite food items at each restaurant if you don’t always order the same thing].
wingstop: 10 mango habanero traditional wings with a basket of fries, noodles and company: pesto mac, avantis: something different every time, flattop: its a make your own stir fry restaurant so usually something different every time
12.)would you say you’re more close minded or open minded? is there anyone in your family or group of friends you’d consider close minded? if so, does it ever bother you?
i try to be more open minded. i don’t really know many close minded people.
13.)if any, what movie previews have you seen recently that looked really good?
A quiet place
14.)post two favorite pictures of you.
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15.)put your iPod or itunes or music player on shuffle & list the first 15 songs.
Been to hell- Hollywood undead, No one- Alicia Keys, Drive by- Train, Separate Ways- Journey, Never stop- Safetysuit, Your Guardian angel- red jumpsuit aparatus, take a bow- rihanna, you don’t see me- safetysuit, vicious love- new found glory, ice cream paintjob- dorrough, before you start your day- twenty one pilots, knock you down- keri wilson, hear me now- hollywood undead, two is better than one- boys like girls, sleepwalking- this wild life
16.)of the above songs listed, which one(or ones) are your favorite?
this wild life and separate ways
17.)if you’ve ever been in a relationship, which one(assuming you’ve been in more than one) was the hardest breakup, & which relationship was the biggest learning experience? if you’ve never been in a relationship, do you like anyone right now? if so, do you think it’ll go anywhere with the person you like?
the hardest break up was the person i dated directly before the person i’m currently with. basically, out relationship was really toxic and she was very controlling. she would get mad anytime i did something that made me happy. we fought all the time and even though i loved her very much, i could not continue to put myself through something like that
18.)what’s the meaning of your first name?
no idea
19.)what’s the meaning of your middle name?
no idea
20.) have you ever moved to a different state? if so, how many different states did you live in? & did you ever move back to your homestate for whatever reason?
still live in my home state
21.)in your life, who have you made the most sacrifices for? in the end, would you say it was worth it?
probably my boyfriend. and he is more than worth it
22.)the last movie you watched, what was it about?
oh idk i’ve been watching a bunch of horror movies on netflix and they’ve all been bad lol so it doesn’t matter
23.)who would you say is or was the meanest person in your family? & what about them exactly makes them the meanest?
my brother. he likes to pick on people and then gets really mean and violent when they’re not okay with him being a dick
24.)post a picture of you from 3 years ago if you have one.
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25.)what’s your opinion of todays modern music? do you prefer newer or older music?
i 100% prefer older music.
26.)how many of your favorite bands’ albums do you have on cd?
none
27.)what are some tattoos you want?(if any)
I have way too many ideas haha i want to cover my legs in animal tats
28.)what are some piercings you want?(if any)
I maybe want my nose double pierced and a bunch of ear piercings
29.)in your opinion, have you changed for the better?
definitely
30.)do you ever let your emotions get the best of you?
most of the time, honestly
31.)what is the most fucked up movie you’ve seen? what made it so fucked up?
I’ve heard cannibal Holocaust is fucked up
32.)if you like a variety of music, list 5 different bands or artists, each of a different genre & then name what genre of music they play. if you don’t, list your five favorites at the moment.
50 cent- rap, Alice in chains- old school rock?(maybe), avril lavgine- pop, blake shelton- country, five finger death punch- ????
33.)last person you got into an arguement with? who was the last person you fought with physically?
Jack is the last person i was in an argument with and i haven’t physically fought anyone since my sister was home from the military and it was her lol
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