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#like i really believed in em too and its been 3 days and not a single sale

kafus · 3 months

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over the weekend at the knoxville regional pokemon championships, i met up with a longtime internet friend in person for the first time, and he traded me a very special pokemon - a unique celebi that takes a bit of context to explain the significance of

from november 2001 to january 2005, the building that is now a nintendo world store in new york city was actually an american pokemon center, which hosted the "Gotta Catch ‘Em All!" station, a large machine that you could pop your gold/silver/crystal cartridge into (or later ruby/sapphire/firered/leafgreen, but that's not relevant here) and get a special distribution pokemon unique to the store. often times these were normal pokemon in eggs with special moves they couldn't usually learn, but other times they ran distributions for shiny legendaries, and of course, the mythical celebi.

there's very few pictures of the machine and all of them are pretty low quality, but you can see an iteration of it here during the gen 3 era:

when PCNY (pokemon center new york) shut down, the machine and its contents were presumed lost forever, but due to the preservation efforts and the good luck of a few individuals, some of the distributions have been preserved, as well as parts of the machine and its software. this is extra incredible because almost all gen 2 save files from the time the machine was actually functional are long since wiped due to the battery inside dying, meaning that very very few of the gen 2 event pokemon distributed from this machine at the time still exist. i won't go super in detail on that in this post but you can read an article about all of that here (julie, the person who runs this historical PCNY fansite is incredibly passionate and if you want to know anything about the PCNY store i absolutely recommend reading her writing!)

so, one day when i was rambling to my friend (his name is Venty!) about my fascination with the PCNY machine, and how i wish i had been born early enough to experience that, as well as wishing that i could have traded with anyone in gens 1-3 as a child but never got to due to isolation, venty told me that he's actually friends with a guy (Professor Rex) who knows the guy who owns the remnants of the PCNY machine (Gridelin), and he would love to reach out and ask if there's any way rex could distribute a celebi to himself and trade it to him sometime so that eventually when me and venty met in person one day, he'd be able to trade the celebi to me.

i pretty much burst into tears and very passionately explained how much that would mean to me - not just because owning a celebi actually distributed from the historical PCNY distribution station is just... insanely cool, but because like i said, i had never traded anyone in the old internet-less generations of pokemon, and having that be my first was just... a monumental thought. i am deeply fascinated with old gen event distributions because of the tactile, interpersonal nature of them, in direct contrast with my isolation and loneliness as a child. it might sound silly to be so worked up over a collection of bytes/pixels, but i really couldn't believe venty would offer me something so kind. and not only did he offer to ask - rex said yes!!

so on may 21st last year (2023) rex traveled out and distributed the celebi to his pokemon silver cartridge. specifically, the celebi is from the "Celebi Present Campaign" which ran from the 22nd of november 2002 to the 28th of november 2002. the display on the monitor is the same video that would have appeared on the screen in the PCNY store, but flipped sideways here haha. (the gen 2 distributions were special and had custom animations for the legendaries and stuff, which you can watch here in full quality on gridelin's channel - there's videos of the other distribution animations on his channel, too!)

and then months later, during the weekend of august 11th 2023, rex and venty met up at the pokemon world championship in japan and rex traded the celebi to venty's gold cartridge...

...then, finally, just this past weekend, on sunday (february 4th 2024) venty and i finally met in real life for the first time at the knoxville TN regional pokemon championships, and with link cable in hand the celebi finally made its way to me in my hotel room, after crossing the ocean twice and passing through canada to the US to japan and back to the US...!!

gen 2 pokemon data isn't very complicated, but you can tell that my celebi is unique from the other PCNY celebis dumped online (here and here if you'd like to play with some of these historical pokemon yourself) because it has the trainer ID of 00204 which none of the publicly available celebis have - though of course to me, regardless of what becomes publicly available in the future (and i hope one day the common layperson can simply emulate the PCNY machine, video game preservation >>> unique collections always) this celebi will always be special and unique because of how it got to me, and because it represents my friendship with venty who i care so much about. it was an extremely kind gesture i will never forget and i can't believe how much traveling and how many people were involved with getting this tiny bundle of bytes and pixels to me. i hugged venty after the trade was done haha

oh, and by the way, don't worry, i have the hardware to back up my gen 2 save files so this celebi will never die even after my crystal cartridge battery eventually dies once more!! (also, while i don't think it would be an issue i do want to say please don't bother any of the people mentioned in this post...! gridelin & co are working on making the distribution machine in question available for anyone to use, it'll come out whenever it's out and for now there are dumps of the events that were recovered. i would not want them to receive any annoying requests for pokemon because of me. thank you!)

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 10 months

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Found You- Part 3

Summary: Nearly 10 years ago, you left home after a bad incident with your parents, Rick and Lori Grimes. In that time, you married a redneck down south and started a family. But it all came crashing down when the dead started to walk.

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 11.3k

Warnings: language,

PART 1 - PART 2

A/N- Surprise... there's a Part 3! I would just like to thank my fantastic follower who commissioned for another part to this Grimes-Dixon clan fanfic! I really hope she likes this❤️

*Months later*

Life on the road had been rough to say the least.

Hours upon hours of walking each day, trekking miles through the woods and old bitumen roads in search of somewhere safe. Although, you had been starting to believe that such places were non-existent in this new world.

You had found Beth along the way, and then lost her once again. Father Gabriel and Noah had now joined your little group that wasn't so little anymore, but you had also lost Bob and Tyreese. And just to add salt to the wound, Eugene faked the entire story about the vaccine.

There was no cure.

This was what the world was and there was no fixing it. There was no making it better. There was no anything. It was just the dead and the living. That was it.

Morale amongst the group had depleted rapidly after learning that.

Food and water were becoming harder to find, even game to hunt seemed to be more scarce. For a while, you began wondering how the group could survive much longer, how your kids could survive much longer out in the harsh elements of Mother Nature, until Aaron and Eric Raleigh entered your lives.

Alexandria. The tall steel walls of the community towered over you, the iron and barred gate slowly rolled open as Aaron and Eric led you towards their home. There was a man holding the gate with a rifle, his weary eyes raking over you and your family with a disapproving look on his face.

Aaron and Eric turned to face you once they reached the gate, but sudden rustling and squealing caught everyone's attention.

Your handgun was drawn so quickly, safety flicked off with your thumb and finger hovering over the trigger while you scanned the side of the road for any threats. Glenn and Sasha beside you had their rifles drawn too.

With your free hand you ushered Ricky and Dean behind you. They had become accustomed to life on the road, knowing when to do as they're told and not argue and when to shut up when a threat was near. They have had to grow up so fast since the end of the world, but it was for their own protection.

The boys moved quickly, standing behind you for safety. Little Dean grabbed onto the back of your shirt like he had been taught to do while Ricky held his brother’s hand, peaking around your body to see what was causing the raucous.

In a matter of seconds, Daryl had his crossbow raised and fired a bolt at something hiding in the tall grass. An animal. It was just an animal.

You and the others all lowered your weapons with a sigh of relief while Daryl stepped forward, looking down at the creature he just shot before he glanced over his shoulder.

"Boys, come here."

Ricky looked up at you with a questioning look, awaiting permission to leave the safety spot behind you. You gave him a small encouraging nod before he pulled Dean along with him as they rushed over to Daryl.

"What's that?" Daryl asked, pointing at the animal in the grass that you couldn't see.

"It's an opossum!" Dean answered enthusiastically.

"That's right. What do we do with opossums?"

"We gut 'em, skin 'em and cook 'em." Ricky explained, looking up at his father who had a proud look on his face.

"Those boys are definitely Dixon's." Abraham commented causing you to chuckle softly.

"Look!" Ricky called out, picking up the dead animal by its tail and holding it up in the air for everyone to see.

Daryl smiled softly at his son before he glanced around at the others and you noticed that Aaron, Eric and the man with the rifle were all watching on with shocked looks on their faces.

"We bought dinner." Daryl said, breaking the silence.

"It's okay." Aaron reassured, staring at the man with the rifle before he looked back towards the rest of you. "Come on in, guys."

You all followed him into Alexandria, the iron gate sliding shut behind you.

Pristine houses lined the streets of settlement. The front yards and gardens around the community were all neat and upkept, the grass freshly mowed, and hedges trimmed like you would have expected for a fancy neighbourhood like this back in the old world, but not now.

It was as if the world outside these walls didn't exist. You felt like you had stepped back in time.

This place, this community, it didn't feel real.

Rick had disappeared to go speak with Alexandria's leader, Deanna. It wasn't long before he returned, and seemed satisfied that this place was okay, at least for now anyway.

You were all instructed to hand over your guns, Deanna insisting that if you wanted to go outside the walls then you could take them back, but whilst inside the community they were not allowed. Nobody asked for your knives though, so none of you said anything or mentioned it, and somehow Daryl managed to keep his crossbow, so you weren't entirely defenceless.

"Both of 'em?" Rick asked, looking between the two large houses across the road.

"At your disposal." Aaron answered with a smile. "Listen, I know you're still feeling us out, but I'm glad you came. Anyway, Deanna's asked everyone to give you your space, so they aren't all coming at you at once. Take your time. Explore."

You glanced over at your father who was still staring at the houses in shock, and you smiled, looking over at Aaron, "thank you. We really appreciate it."

"Anytime. If you need anything, you call me... I mean, I don't- we don't have phones. I meant, I'm four houses down." He hurriedly clarified.

Rick nodded, "thank you."

"Deanna would like to speak to the rest of you individually. She specifically asked for Rick's daughter... uh, I don't think she means the baby, so I'm afraid I don't know who that is."

"It's me."

Aaron's eyes flicked over to you in surprise, "wait, really?"

"I was an accident." You explained with a grin causing Rick to glare at you.

"Y/N-"

"Was I not?" You asked, raising your eyebrows at your father who sighed causing you to chuckle.

Aaron dropped you off at Deanna’s place while the rest of the group explored the new houses.

You paused in the doorway taking in the family photos hanging from the walls and bookshelves stacked top to bottom with various books and knickknacks. This house... it was untouched. It was exactly like the old world. It was exactly like your old house.

"Hello, I'm Deanna Monroe." A woman’s voice suddenly said, startling you out of your thoughts.

The woman in question was standing in the living room to your right, and you mentally cursed yourself for not checking your surroundings first before entering.

You scanned the room briefly, noting every door and window before you turned your attention to Deanna and gave her a small nod of acknowledgement.

"And you must be Miss Grimes, correct?"

"Dixon."

"Beg your pardon?"

"I'm a Dixon now. Y/N Dixon." You explained, stepping into the room cautiously.

Deanna smiled, "you mind if I film this, Mrs. Dixon?"

"Huh?"

"Do you mind if I film our talk, Mrs. Dixon?" She repeated, motioning towards a video camera that was set up across the room on a tripod.

Mrs. Dixon.

That was a name you hadn't heard since the dead began walking.

"Uh, yeah, sure."

Deanna motioned towards the couch in front of the camera and you nodded, taking a seat on the plush sofa that had no right being so comfortable.

"How long have you been out there?"

You hesitated for a moment before answering, "since the beginning."

Rick didn't specifically tell you what to say to Deanna, but you figured it was probably best to not mention the whole Woodbury, Governor, prison and Terminus stuff.

"How did you all find each other? Did you know each other before or-"

"Some of us did. Others we found along the way." You answered and Deanna nodded.

"I was a congressperson. Ohio, 15th district. You?"

"I used to be a caregiver in a nursing home." You answered, staring at her for a moment before you glanced out the window looking at the tall fence in the distance. "Our old lives don't matter anymore. What is this place?"

"Most of this was already here. The solar grid, the houses, eco-based sewage filtration. My husband Reg is a professor of architecture. And who he was mattered quite a bit. He built these walls with our sons, and after a few weeks more people arrived. We built this community."

"Hold on, you've been behind these walls this entire time?" You asked in shock, and she nodded. "And you guys just take people in?"

"We try to."

"That's dangerous."

"How so?"

"There are a lot of bad people out there."

"Is your group part of that bracket, Mrs. Dixon?"

Probably. You had all done things, horrible things to survive. In the eyes of someone else, yeah, you guys were probably bad people, but like hell you were telling her that.

"We're just people trying to survive."

Deanna smiled, "then you've come to the right place."

You returned to the two houses that Aaron had assigned your group. Everyone was inside the larger house though, Rick stating that you all needed remain together and not split up, especially on the first night.

Everyone was lying about in the lounge room, spread out on the various couches and carpet, giving their sore feet a break after all the walking you had done in the past few months.

Eugene was already asleep on the single seated couch, snoring softly while the others talked quietly amongst themselves. Maggie stood in front of a bookshelf, looking at the various novels stacked inside, and you made a mental note to check that out later.

Ricky and Dean were sitting on the floor by Abraham's feet playing with what looked to be a couple of action figures. Daryl sat on the floor a few metres away, his back leaning against the wall while he watched the boy’s play.

"That shower was so good!" Carl's voice suddenly said.

You spun around quickly, looking over at your brother who was now wearing fresh, new clothes, but it was his wet hair and clean skin that caught your attention.

"Did you just say shower?" You asked.

"And hot water." Rosita informed from her spot on the couch beside Abraham and your jaw dropped. "It's like heaven."

They had hot showers.

Holy shit, you were never leaving this place.

"She's right. I would still be in there right now if Glenn hadn't made me get out." Maggie commented over her shoulder. "There's fresh clothes in the bedroom upstairs. Find whatever fits, there's kid’s clothes too."

"C'mon, boys. You're way overdue for a bath."

"I don't want a bath." Ricky mumbled, not looking at you while he continued playing with his toys.

"I don't want one too." Dean added who at least had the decency to look over at you before going back to playing with his toys.

"You both need one. Come on."

"No."

"Nope."

Out of all the traits they could have gotten from Daryl, they both got his stupid stubbornness. Perfect.

"I won't say it again. Come on." You instructed sternly.

"Dad and Uncle Merle haven't had one though." Ricky pointed out, looking over at them.

"Oh, they will afterwards, trust me."

"Bullshit." Merle coughed causing you to glare at him.

"I think I saw more of those action figures in the bathroom. I bet your mama would let you play with them in the bath." Carol suddenly said, walking down the stairs.

That seemed to catch your son's attention, their heads shooting up with wide eyes.

"We can play with them in the bath?" Dean asked almost sceptically.

"Yep. C'mon, I'll show ya." Daryl grunted, speaking for the first time as he stood up from his spot on the floor before he began to walk towards the stairs with both Ricky and Dean racing after him.

Carol chuckled, watching them go before she rested her hand on your shoulder, "using toys to lure them to the bath always works."

"Thank you." You sighed, glancing over at her. "I forgot how difficult bath time used to be."

"I think the world has dished out swift justice after all the times you cried when I tried to give you a bath." Your father suddenly said, walking into the room causing everyone to start laughing.

"Thank you for that." You said sarcastically and Rick just smirked.

You slowly made your way upstairs, finding the bedroom where piles of clothes were scattered over the mattress that you noted seemed to be freshly made with blankets and pillows. You shifted through the clothes, finding some pants and shirts in your boy's sizes before grabbing a pair of jeans and a shirt for yourself.

By the time you entered the main bathroom, Ricky was already in the shower while Dean sat in the bathtub playing with his new toys in the water. Daryl was knelt beside the tub, his crossbow leaning against the wall while he washed Deans hair with shampoo.

Seeing the three of them like that took your breath away.

It was so domestic. So normal.

It felt like a typical Tuesday night in your house before the world ended.

You leant in the doorway for a few minutes watching them. Dean laughed whenever Ricky purposely splashed water up over the shower wall, spraying his little brother causing him to giggle happily in the tub, Daryl laughing along with them while he rinsed out the shampoo from Deans hair.

"Mama!" Dean called out happily when he noticed you hovering in the doorway.

Daryl glanced over his shoulder, his beautiful blue eyes meeting yours before he nodded towards the boys and you smiled, pushing yourself off the doorframe to help him.

It didn't take long before the boys were dried off and sporting new clothes. They raced back downstairs to show Uncle Merle their new toys leaving you and Daryl alone in the bathroom.

You walked over to the shower and pulled open the glass door before leaning inside and turning the taps, allowing water to fall from the showerhead above.

It took a few seconds for the hot water system to kick into gear and once it did, the cool water instantly turned warm under your fingertips.

You began to delayer, tossing your dirty threadbare clothes to the floor before you glanced over at Daryl and realised that he hadn't moved.

"You gonna join me?" You asked, unclasping the belt around your jeans.

"Nah."

You frowned, "why?"

He shrugged but didn't say anything else before he leant down and picked up his crossbow, throwing it over his shoulder with the strap.

"Daryl. Come on, a warm shower will be nice."

"M'good."

He was gone before you could say anything else, and you stared at the closed door in utter confusion.

There used to be showers back in the prison... they weren't the best in that old shower block, but Daryl still used to share a shower with you most nights. So why was he refusing now?

Shaking your head, you pushed that question from your mind and kicked your jeans onto the pile of clothes on the floor before stepping inside the shower.

The hot water felt like absolute heaven on your skin.

You stood under the spray of the warm water for a few minutes cleaning your body and washing your hair with shampoo that smelt like coconuts. It was nice. It was too nice.

Closing your eyes, you leant against the tiled wall and thought back to the journey the group had been on since the prison fell. The highs, the lows... mostly lows.

Your brain replayed your lowest point on the road, over and over again. Like some sick twisted horror movie that you couldn't escape.

It wasn't hordes of walkers. It wasn't even the evil survivors that were out there.

It was simply the harsh elements of Mother Nature.

Days and days without food while walking under the scorching Virginia summer heat. If you thought dealing with the cannibals at Terminus was bad, it was nothing compared to hearing your sons crying because they were hungry. That was a different kind of pain that no mother should ever have to endure.

"I'm so hungry." Dean whimpered, late one night while you were all laying under the stars trying to sleep.

"I know, sweetie." You sighed, rolling over to face him. "We will find food soon."

"What if we don't?" Ricky asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

That was the question, wasn't it?

"We will." You insisted, although you weren't sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself more.

"I've never been this hungry before. I... I'm just so hungry." Ricky whispered, his voice wavering slightly, and you knew your eldest was trying to stop himself from crying.

"I'm so hungry too." Dean sobbed, picking up on his brother's distress as he cried.

"Shh, boys. Shh, it's okay. It will all be okay." You soothed, reaching out and pulling your sons against your body.

Hot tears burned in the back of your eyes as you held them while they cried. Their soft whimpers and sobs muffled against your chest as they clung to you.

"It's all going to be okay. I promise. It's going to be okay." You whispered, silent tears now trickling down your face too.

Most of the group were fast asleep on the forest floor around you, oblivious to your children's distress, but when you tilted your head to the side you could see Daryl standing off in the distance on watch duty.

His body was lit up from the moonlight shining down through the canopy of trees above you, crossbow in one hand while he discreetly wiped his eyes with the other. He sniffed softly, glancing over his shoulder towards you, and even in the dark you could see the shimmer of tears in his eyes that matched your own.

You weren't sure how long you were in the shower for. You weren't sure when you had even sat down or started to cry while the water from above washed over you.

Eventually, you picked yourself up from the floor and got out. Drying off with a towel that was softer than anything you had ever felt before you slipped into the new clothes that you had grabbed earlier.

You spared a glance at yourself in the foggy mirror, relieved that your eyes weren't red from crying before you exited the bathroom and went back downstairs.

Only Merle was in the lounge room now, laying on the couch with his hands behind his head watching his nephews playing on the carpet with their toys.

Wait, where was everyone else? They were all here earlier. How long had you been in the shower for?

"Most of 'em are out explorin' the community." Merle informed as if he could somehow read your mind.

"You didn't want to join them?"

He shook his head, "nah."

You glanced over at your boys who were laughing and giggling, but then your eyes landed on the plastic plate sitting on the coffee table beside them with pieces of cut up apple on top.

"Some lady dropped off a whole damn basket of 'em. I already ate three of the stupid fruits myself, figured they'd want some too." Merle explained, noticing what you had been staring at.

"Thank you."

"Eh, don't thank me yet, they haven't eaten any. Carl gave 'em chocolate earlier so they didn't want fucking fruit after that, did they?" Merle muttered, glaring at his nephews, but there was no real heat behind it and the boys weren't listening anyway.

"Still, thank you." You said sincerely. "Do you know where Daryl is?"

"Porch."

You nodded, glancing at your boys for a moment before you turned and walked out the front door to find Daryl sitting on the porch steps gutting the opossum.

"I hated it when you'd gut animals near the house." You commented, closing the door behind you as you leant your back against it. "It used to take me so long to scrub the blood off our porch."

Daryl's lips twitched up into a small smile at the memory as he ripped the last of the guts out before stabbing the end of the knife into the wooden board beside him and glanced over at you.

"This ain't our house."

"It could be."

Daryl held your gaze for a moment, a wave of emotion flashing across his face, but he looked away before you could decipher any of it.

To most people, they wouldn't have noticed that something was wrong, but you knew Daryl. His shoulders were a little too tense and you could see him biting his thumb nail, a telltale sign that he was worried about something.

He yanked his knife out the wood and went back to the opossum, busying himself with skinning the animal while you watched him silently.

"Everything okay?" You eventually asked when you realised that he wouldn't talk without being prompted.

"Mmm." He hummed, focusing on the task at hand.

"Wanna try that again but honest this time?"

Daryl sighed, lowering the half-skinned animal and glancing back at you.

"Just... being back behind walls. Don't feel right."

"You think this is like Woodbury?"

He shrugged, "dunno."

"Well, we got a roof over our boys heads and food in their stomachs. They're safe, fed and happy now. I think we should focus on that."

"Guess you're right." He agreed and you smiled.

"I'm always right." You shot back causing Daryl to snort softly which you were calling a win. "I'm gonna go back inside. Clean that shit up when you're finished."

Daryl chuckled softly, "yes, ma'am."

Merle was now passed out on the couch and snoring, but that didn't seem to faze the boys while they continued to play on the carpet nearby.

You walked into the room, plucking a few pieces of apple from the plate on the coffee table before you plonked yourself down on the couch beside Merle. There was no point trying to be quiet around him, that man could sleep through a damn hurricane.

Footsteps creaked on the stairs across the room before Rick emerged from the bathroom sporting a clean-shaven face. You had to do a double take when you first saw him, his thick greying beard now completely gone.

The last time you had seen your father without any facial hair was before the end of the world. Way before. You were still living at home, hell, you were still a teenager. You could almost picture him sitting across the dinner table in his Deputy uniform with that clean-shaven face.

"Grandpa, you look funny." Ricky called out when he noticed Rick emerging from the bathroom.

Your father opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. His eyes widened ever so slightly before his head shot in your direction in shock.

They had just called him Grandpa for the first time.

Holy shit.

"What? You boys don't like it?" He asked, seemingly able to snap out of his shock quicker than you could.

Ricky and Dean both shook their heads causing Rick to sigh dramatically.

"Oh, come on. I worked hard on this masterpiece." He said, rubbing his hand along his jaw.

"Mama, Grandpa is being silly." Dean giggled, staring at Rick before glancing over at you and you couldn't stop the smile spreading across your face as you looked over at your father.

"Yeah, Grandpa is a bit silly, isn't he?"

Both boys hummed in agreement before going back to their toys and you stood up from the couch, eating the last piece of apple as you walked over to your father.

"That's the first time..." He trailed off, looking over at his grandkids with a warm smile.

"Feeling old now, Grandpa?" You teased, bumping your shoulder into his playfully.

Rick chuckled softly, "maybe I should've kept the grey beard."

You all slept in the lounge room together during the first night to be cautious. It was safer together, and honestly, after sleeping side by side in the woods for the last God knows how many days, it would've been weird sleeping away from them.

Everybody was sprawled out around the room on the couches and chairs. Blankets and pillows were laid out over the carpet as makeshift beds. Even a few bean bags had appeared out of nowhere, Carl, Ricky and Dean instantly claiming them as their beds for the night.

Rick insisted that there was no need for a watch duty, but you, Daryl and Merle still switched out throughout the night to keep watch just to be sure.

It wasn't needed though. Nothing happened during the night and by sunrise, everyone was slowly starting to wake up. It was the best sleep you have had in a long time, and by the refreshed looks on everyone's faces, they felt the same.

Ricky and Dean were running around on the grass in the front yard with Merle while you watched from the porch steps. For an older guy who smoked and drank for as long as you've known him, he was able to keep up with those two little balls of energy.

"Time to punch the clock and make the casseroles." Carol emerged from the front door, sporting a neat white blouse and blue button up cardigan.

"What?" Daryl muttered, frowning as he looked over at her from where he was sitting on the edge of the porch railing cleaning the strings of his crossbow.

"Make dinner for the older people, moms who need a break, people who can't cook. Get to meet a lot of neighbours that way."

Daryl scoffed, "alright."

You rolled your eyes, "I think it's a good idea. Is that the job Deanna assigned you?"

"Yeah, has she given you guys one yet?" Carol asked, looking over at you, but you shook your head. "She will soon. Don't worry." She insisted before glancing back at Daryl, "have you taken a shower yet?"

Daryl nodded while he continued fiddling with his crossbow despite that being a very obvious lie. Carol's eyes narrowed in his direction, but she didn't call him out on it.

"He takes after his brother who hasn't had a shower yet either!" You pointed out, saying the last part loudly and catching your brother-in-law's attention.

"How the fuck did I get dragged into this?" He exclaimed, looking over at you.

"Language." You reminded glancing at your sons nearby who had already picked up too many of Merle's terrible habits and you did not want the F word to be one of them.

"Yeah, language, Uncle Merle!" Ricky teased.

"That's it. Come here you little turd." Merle took off running after Ricky who laughed and sprinted off in the opposite direction.

"Run, Ricky! Run!" Dean cheered between fits of giggles.

You rolled your eyes watching them play, Carol and Daryl watching on as well with small smiles on their faces.

"As annoying as that man is, he is good with your boys." Carol commented sincerely, walking past you down the stairs before she glanced back at Daryl. "I'm gonna wash that vest. We need to keep up appearances, even you."

"Hey, I ain't startin' now."

"I'm gonna hose you down in your sleep." Carol called out, walking off down the road.

"You look ridiculous!" Daryl shouted over his shoulder, and you covered your mouth with your hand to stop yourself from laughing.

The rest of the morning was spent exploring the community, all of you walking around and taking it all in... well, most of you did anyway. The Dixon brothers opted to stay at the house, and you knew better than to try and convince them otherwise.

Deanna had started to give some of your group members jobs. Others, she was still trying to figure out.

Glenn, Noah and Tara were the next ones to get their new roles which was scavenging and the three of them had left earlier for their first supply run with two Alexandrians. Although, when the group of them marched through the front gate a few hours later, it was clear that their first supply run hadn't went well.

"You three need knew gigs!" Aidan yelled, glaring at your three friends who were walking a few paces ahead of him. "You're not ready for runs yet."

"Yeah, pretty sure you got that backwards!" Glenn shouted over his shoulder and just by his tone of voice alone, you knew he was pissed.

It took a lot to make Glenn Rhee angry. And right now, he was definitely angry. What the hell happened out there?

You watched as Aidan jogged over to Glenn, grabbing his arm and stopping him in his tracks. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but Glenn seemed to be only getting angrier which was setting off alarm bells in your head.

Slowly, you began making your way over to them. Others in the area had seemed to notice the commotion as well but were keeping their distance while they observed Glenn and Aidan's rather heated discussion.

"Come on, tough guy." Aidan challenged, shoving Glenns chest.

"No one's impressed, man. Walk away."

Aidan didn't say anything else, he simply took another step forward until the two of them were toe to toe.

Oh, this was not going to end well.

"He told you to walk away." You said, pushing yourself between them.

Aidan glanced down at you, his eyes hardening.

“Walk away.” You repeated sternly.

"What is going on?" Deanna's voice suddenly questioned.

"This guy's got a problem with the way we do things." Aidan answered, glaring at Glenn over your shoulder before turning towards Deanna. "Why did you let these people in?"

"'Cause we actually know what we're doing out there." Glenn responded, stepping out from behind you.

Aidan turned around so fast, his fist flying, but Glenn blocked it and sent Aidan falling to the ground. A split second later, Nicolas rushed forward, but you stepped in front of him, stopping him from getting to Glenn.

Nicholas shoved you to the side, your body hitting the steel wall before you pushed yourself off and shoved him in retaliation. The man stumbled back a step, not expecting you to fight back with strength as he mumbled the word 'bitch' under his breath.

He took a step forward and you held your ground, standing up straighter ready for a fight, but then Daryl appeared out of nowhere and threw Nicholas to the ground, pinning him down on his back.

"That's enough!" Deanna shouted.

Daryl refused to let Nicholas go. His body trembling with rage as he wrapped his hands around the man's throat and squeezed. Nicholas gasped and choked for air, but Daryl didn't care, not after the man touched you.

Rick suddenly rushed over being drawn in by the ruckus and crowd that had seemed to double since you last took notice. Your father grabbed Daryl from behind, trying and failing to pull your husband off the Alexandrian.

"Let's not do this now." Rick hissed in his ear, but Daryl wasn't letting go. "Daryl!"

Rick managed to haul Daryl off of Nicholas and pushed your husband behind him and away from the man lying on the ground coughing. Daryl began to pace left and right angrily like a caged animal. Rick held his hand out, following Daryl's movement like he wasn't entirely sure if he would try and attack Nicholas again or not and you weren't too sure either, but Daryl was clearly worked up.

Nicholas got to his feet, coughing and spluttering before he took a step towards Rick who had his back turned, still trying to calm Daryl down and you quickly planted yourself between them.

"You wanna end up on your ass again? Back the fuck off." Your words seemed to work because the man simply nodded, still holding his neck as he took a few steps away.

"I want everyone to hear me, okay? Rick and his people are part of this community now in all ways as equals! Understood?" Deanna shouted, her eyes raking over the group of you before glancing over at the onlooking bystanders in the distance.

"Understood." Aidan nodded before him and Nicholas walked off.

Daryl stepped past Rick and rushed over to you, those blue eyes peeking out from behind his hair scanning your body for any signs of injury.

"I'm good." You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I can take care of myself."

"I know." He answered, his voice rougher than usual but he meant it.

You gave him a small reassuring smile before you walked over to where the others were standing only just hearing the backend of whatever Deanna had been saying to Rick.

"I told you I had a job for you. I'd like you to be our constable. That's what you were. That’s what you are." Deanna says staring a Rick before looking over at Michonne. "And you, too. Will you accept?"

Rick nodded, "okay."

Daryl scoffed from somewhere behind you before he marched off down the road without a word. Rick looked over at him in confusion before glancing over at you with a questioning look.

You sighed, "I'll go talk to him."

It wasn't hard to find Daryl.

He was back at the house leaning against the railing of the porch, a deep frown plastered on his face.

You remain silent as you walked up the stairs, Daryl tracking your movements from the corner of his eye, but he didn't say anything. You leant your forearms over the railing beside him, overlooking the street of Alexandria.

There were a few people walking around. The elderly couple across the road were sitting on their porch swing together whilst a young man walked his dog on a leash down the street. It was still strange how normal this was.

"This place... I don't belong here."

Daryl's voice drew you from your thoughts and you tilted your head to the side to look at him, but he was staring off into the distance.

"What do you mean?" You asked gently.

"This." He said motioning to everything around him. "All this fancy shit. The houses, the people, it ain't me. It ain't us."

"We're too redneck for a fancy place like this?" You asked, raising your eyebrows at him.

"Ain't no way we could've afforded a house like this in a place like this back in the day. 'N all those people know it." He said, nodding at the few civilians wandering around.

So that's what his issue was. He felt like he didn't belong. That he was an outcast amongst these people.

"Oh, we definitely couldn't afford a place like this." You chuckled, trying to lighten his mood. "But our house was nice. I mean, we never had a two-story or a shower this big, but we got by. And we will get by here, I promise."

"It don't feel right."

"I know."

Neither of you said anything for a while before you spotted Carl, Ricky and Dean down the road with a few other kids that you had seen around town before. They were laughing and throwing a basketball together, their smiles so bright and laughter so loud that you could hear them from here.

It had been a long time since you saw them be normal children. It had been a long time since you saw them interact with other kids their age.

"The boys like it here." You pointed out.

Daryl lifted his gaze, spotting kids in the distance as he smiled softly and hummed in agreement.

"If this place doesn't work, we will figure it out and find somewhere else. But I need you to try. Give Alexandria a chance, if not for yourself then for them." You said, nodding towards your sons. "They deserve a place like this. And so do you."

It took the Dixon brothers a while to get used to living inside the community, taking them some time to adjust to the fancy buildings and judging eyes of many civilians who had never even stepped foot out in the real world.

It took the brothers a meal at Aaron and Erics house to finally start adjusting and relaxing inside this community. You weren't sure what the couple had said to them over bowls of spaghetti and wine, but whatever it was, you were grateful.

Within a few months, everyone was settled in. You all had your own jobs now, Merle and Abraham now working guard duty shifts at the front gate while Daryl worked with Aaron to seek out other survivors outside and recruit them if appropriate.

The two houses were split between you all. The Grimes-Dixon clan took ownership of the bigger house with Carol and Michonne getting their own bedrooms as well while the others took over the house next door.

There was a school for the kids to attend in the afternoon out of someone's garage. She was an older lady who used to be an elementary school teacher and was happy to take in your sons as new students.

Whilst your boys were at school in the afternoon, you worked alongside Carol cooking and caring for the elderly and people who couldn't care for themselves. It was strange how easy it was to slip back into your role as a caregiver after so many years working at that nursing home back before the world ended.

Ricky and Dean loved Alexandria. And the people of Alexandria seemed to love them too.

You were forever getting people commenting on how wonderful and beautiful your little boys were. They seemed be to the talk of the town, always running amuck and getting up to mischief. Daryl already had to fix the swing set on the playground because they had broken it. How they even managed to break it was a question you tried not to think about. "Afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Dixon!" A friendly voice greeted.

You and Daryl both looked to your left to find two women sitting on the porch swing in front of their house while the two of you wandered down the main street, hand in hand.

"Good afternoon, ladies. It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" You greeted back happily, trying and failing to remember their names.

"It's stunning! Perfect weather for a book and wine." They both held up their novels and glasses of red for you to see causing Daryl to snort softly while you laughed.

"I think I will have similar plans when I get home too. Y'all have a good afternoon!" You shouted over your shoulder.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dixon... ain't ever gonna get used to that. Everyone's so damn formal here." Daryl commented softly, his hand squeezing yours.

"It's nice though. Formal, but nice."

He hummed in agreement while waving to old man Jenkins who was busy mowing his front lawn across the street. You smiled at how far Daryl had come since arriving at Alexandria all those weeks ago. He went from refusing to interact with anyone to now openly greeting his neighbours and helping out around the community.

The two of you strolled along the bitumen road, Daryl's hand still holding yours while you told him about your day at work with Carol. He nodded along listening while you spoke so enthusiastically about your new job, and he found himself smiling hearing how passionate and happy you were.

"Anyway, Mrs. McDonald was just the sweetest and- Oh, you have got to be shitting me." You cut off your own rambling and the smile on Daryl's face vanished at the shift in your tone.

You stopped in front of the steps to your house staring at the hole in the front window that definitely hadn't been there this morning when you left to walk the boys to school. Daryl followed your line of sight and sighed deeply when he noticed the broken window because he knew exactly what caused that stone shaped hole.

"I warned 'em not to use those slingshots in the damn house." Daryl muttered under his breath, but you were already marching up the steps and yanking open the front door.

"Richard Daryl Dixon! Merle Dean Dixon! Get your asses out here!"

There was a beat of silence before you heard Merle's voice from inside.

"Oh crap, BOTH names. Y'alls in trouble."

A few moments later, your sons appeared in the doorway with guilty expressions on their faces. Yep, they had definitely done it.

"Care to explain this?" You pointed towards the broken front window and the guilt on their faces doubled.

"It was an accident." Ricky sighed, knowing there was no point trying to lie about it.

"I thought I told ya both not to use the slingshots in the house." Daryl said, walking up the porch steps and stopping beside you, his hands firmly crossed over his chest.

Those damn slingshots. You knew it was a bad idea when Abraham made them for the boys last week.

"But Uncle Merle lets us use them inside." Dean whined causing Ricky to elbow his brother like that was a big secret he shouldn't have said aloud.

Merle.

Of course, he was the influence for this. When was he not?

"Merle Dixon, get your ass out here!" You shouted, looking over your sons head to the inside of the house.

"Ah shit." Merle muttered from further inside before he walked around the corner and appeared behind your boys. "What did I do now?"

"Care to explain?" You said, pointing at the broken window.

Merle glanced over at the window with a wince before looking back over at you.

"Nah, not really."

"You let 'em use the slingshots in the house?" Daryl asked, getting straight to the point. "Ya do remember how many broken windows we caused when we were kids, right?"

Merle smirked, "ah, the good old times."

"Boys go back inside. And never ever use those slingshots in the house again, understood?" You stated sternly and they both frantically nodded before rushing past Merle and disappearing in the house.

"It's just a window. Ain't the end of the world."

You sighed, "what if someone had been walking past when they broke it? That's dangerous. And you know it."

Merle rolled his eyes but knew better than to try and argue with you right now.

"Those boys, they look up to you. You're their big Uncle Merle, they practically worship you. So, everything you do and say, they wanna do and say as well. God knows we've heard Ricky utilize your bad language enough. You're their role model, and I love that, okay? I love you and I love your relationship with your nephews, but you cannot be teaching them bad habits while Daryl and I are trying to teach them the exact opposite."

Merle didn't say anything for a moment as he nodded, taking in your words.

"A broken window was probably the tamest shit you and I used to get up to, little brother. You remember all the shit we did as kids? Probably a good thing the old man was off on his benders all the time."

"Merle." Daryl warned, glaring at his brother.

Merle raised his hands, "fine, fine. I'm taking this shit seriously, I am. But Ricky and Dean, they're good kids is all I'm sayin'. Sure, they run about this settlement 'n make some of those uptight civilians crazy with their shenanigans, but if a few annoyed pricks 'n a broken window is the most of your troubles, that ain't bad."

That was a fair point.

Merle Dixon was actually making logical sense? Yeah, it really was the end of the world.

You sighed, "I know, just don't teach them anymore bad habits, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am." He nodded, glancing between you both. "Am I dismissed now?" He asked sarcastically.

Daryl snorted, "get the fuck outta here, bro."

Merle smirked, walking back inside before you sighed and leant against the pillar to your right while Daryl plonked himself down on the porch steps and lit a cigarette.

"Should we confiscate their slingshots for a few days?" You asked, unsure of how to go about punishing them for breaking the window.

Daryl shrugged taking a drag from his cigarette. "dunno. Reckon they feel bad enough 'bout it already."

"Yeah." You agreed with a small nod.

You never thought that a broken window would be your biggest problem when just a few weeks ago you were fighting for literal survival.

"Hey." Your fathers voice suddenly called out.

You looked over to find him walking towards the house with little Judith in his arms.

"There's my favourite Grimes!" You greeted, the slingshots long forgotten as you jogged past Daryl down the steps and scooped up your baby sister into your arms.

Rick chuckled softly, handing over Judith without a word before he walked over to Daryl while you rocked Judith on your hip. The girl cooed happily, reaching up and playing with the dog tags around your neck like she always did.

"Have you asked her yet?" You heard your father say to Daryl.

"Nah, now probably ain't the best time."

You frowned, looking over at the two of them, "ask me what?"

Daryl spared a quick glance at your father, the two of them having a silent conversation that you weren't a part of before he looked over at you.

"Was gonna ask if you were okay with us teachin' Ricky how to shoot a gun."

You opened your mouth to answer, but no words came out. A gun? Little Ricky shooting a deadly gun? No. No, absolutely not.

"But... but he's just a baby." You exclaimed causing Daryl to give you a pointed look and you sighed, "okay, he's not a baby. He's a child. He's my child. He's our little boy."

You weren't sure why, but you could feel tears starting to burn in the back of your eyes at the thought of your son needing to learn how to shoot. He was just a kid. He shouldn't have to learn how to fire a gun. He shouldn't have to worry about one day using a firearm to protect himself or his family. That was what you were for. You were there to protect him, you were his mother, it was your job to protect him, he shouldn't need to do it, not yet.

Daryl stood up from his spot on the steps and walked over to you, noticing the emotion washing over you. He grabbed your shoulder gently, but you refused to look at him. You focused on Judith in your arms, staring down at your baby sister who was oblivious to everything around her.

"Hey, it's okay." Daryl whispered, squeezing your shoulder gently. "Rick 'n Shane taught Carl how to shoot when he was Ricky’s age. He should at least be familiar with a gun if something bad happens 'n we're not there to protect him. Hell, Merle taught me how to shoot a rifle when I was younger than Dean. Ricky will be fine."

Forcing your tears not to spill, you reluctantly look away from Judith and your eyes lock with Daryl’s gentle blue ones.

"But you saw what happened with the slingshots today. You really want him with a gun?"

"He won't have a gun. We're just gonna take him outside the walls and teach him the basics under strict supervision."

You sighed and looked back down at Judith who was babbling nonsense in your arms happily.

"We might be safe in Alexandria for now, but we don't know what will happen in the future." Your father suddenly said, walking over to you. "It's not fair, but he should be prepared if it comes down to it. It's for his own safety."

"Okay, fine. But he won't even need to use one though because I'm always going to be there to protect him. To protect them both, and this little girl. Isn't that right, Judy?" You asked, looking back down at your baby sister who squealed happily when you bounced her up and down and you smiled sadly at her.

God, you were not ready for the day when you’d have to teach this baby girl how to shoot a gun. But that was a long way away, thank goodness.

"Rule number one about firearms, is what?" Your father asked, looking between Ricky and Dean after going over basic firearms safety with them for the last 20 minutes.

"Never point a gun at someone unless you plan on shooting them. Even if you think the gun is unloaded, never point it at anyone." Ricky answered, with a serious look on his face.

"And never put your finger on the trigger until you're ready to shoot!" Little Dean quickly added.

You watched on proudly from where you were standing off to the side. Carl stood beside you, listening in on Daryl and Rick teaching the boys while helping you keep an eye out for any danger. There had only been one stray walker stumble upon you guys which you easily took down with a knife to the head.

"Now, Dean, we're gonna show ya brother how to shoot this handgun. I want ya to listen ‘n watch carefully to everythin', okay? It is important to know and once you're his age, then we will take you back to the woods ‘n give you a shot as well, okay?" Daryl explained gently looking down at his youngest who simply nodded.

"Okay."

If you were being honest, you expected Dean to complain or argue about that. He always wanted to do whatever his big brother was doing, but you were relief that your youngest seemed to realise how serious this was.

Carl walked over to the four of them and grabbed Deans shoulder gently, "come stand with me and we can watch together, yeah?"

Dean smiled, reaching up and taking Carl’s hand, allowing him to pull him a few steps away as Daryl gave your brother a small appreciative nod before he turned his attention back to Ricky just as Rick handed him the small handgun.

"I know this is unloaded but prove to me that it is." Rick instructed.

Ricky held the gun in his little hands correctly, mimicking how Rick and Daryl had been holding it earlier in the demonstration. Ricky pointed towards the empty magazine well before he racked and locked the slide back and pointed to the empty chamber.

"Atta boy. Where is the safety switch?" Rick asked, and Ricky pointed to the small switch above his thumb. "Good. Is the safety on or off?"

"It's on."

"Yes."

"How... how do you know if it's on or off?" Dean asked curiously, looking up at Carl before glancing over at the guys.

"If you flick the switch and a little red dot appears, that means the safety is off. If you can't see the red dot, then the safety is on. What I got taught at the Police Academy is that red means dead. Red means that you can shoot the gun, so the safety is off."

"Red means dead. Got it." Dean nodded, like he was mentally storing away that piece of information even though you were pretty sure he would forget by dinner time, but it was the thought that counted.

"Here. Do you remember how to load a magazine?" Daryl asked, crouching down and holding up the magazine which you knew only had two bullets inside.

"Yes. Can I do it?"

Daryl nodded, placing the magazine in his son’s free hand and you watched anxiously as Ricky carefully turned the magazine around the right way. He shoved it into the bottom of the gun before he reached for the slide but paused and glanced over at his father and grandpa.

"Can I load a bullet in the chamber?"

Rick nodded, "when you're ready, load the gun and aim for that glass bottle."

You watched as Ricky wrapped his fingers around the end of the slide and racked it, loading the weapon before he raised the gun in front of him and flicked the safety off with his thumb. It was surprising how well he was doing with remembering all the steps and you were proud of him for asking permission before loading the weapon.

A few seconds later, the gun fired and a spray of dirt appeared a few feet in front of the bottle, the bullet dropping a little short.

"I missed." Ricky frowned, glaring at the glass bottle like it had personally offended him by not breaking.

"That's okay. Missin' is a part of learnin’. Try again 'n remember to line up those three little white dots to aim." Daryl encouraged.

Ricky nodded, taking in a deep breath and you watched in shock as he fired again, and the glass bottle instantly shattered.

He did it.

Holy shit, your son hit the target.

"Yes! Go, Ricky!" Dean cheered, jumping up and down from beside Carl who was grinning ear to ear proudly.

"Mama, did you see that? I did it!" Ricky exclaimed, glancing over his shoulder at you with a bright smile spreading across his face.

"You did amazing, sweetie. Good job." You praised, smiling at your boy happily.

"Eject the magazine, show me that the gun is empty before handing it back." Rick instructed, bringing Ricky’s attention back to him and he followed the instructions and before you knew it, the group of you were walking back to Alexandria after successful firearms training.

"I still can't believe we spent so long together, the quarry, the farm, the prison, and I never realised that the wife and kids you spoke about were these guys." Your father suddenly said, pointing at Ricky and Dean who were walking a few paces ahead with Carl.

"The amount of stories ya told 'bout ya daughter, I shoulda put two 'n two together." Daryl muttered, shaking his head with a small smile.

"Aww, you guys used to talk about me?" You teased causing them both to scoff.

"Mostly to complain about ya." Daryl wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you against his side while the three of you walked through the woods.

"Do not come near me with that thing!" Andrea exclaimed.

Daryl stopped in his tracks before he could reach the campfire near the Greene farmhouse. Andrea was staring at the dead snake in his hand with wide eyes and Daryl frowned looking down at the animal he had just shot.

"Wasn't gonna, but whatever." He muttered, walking past her tent and taking a seat in front of the campfire to start skinning the snake for dinner.

"Sorry, it's just... I hate snakes. Like, really hate them." Andrea apologised, but she made no move to get out her tent to join him by the fire.

Daryl smiled sadly to himself. Andreas words reminding him of you and your fear of snakes.

He had no idea if you were even still alive or not. He had no idea if the boys were alive, and he knew that the chances of ever seeing you guys again was basically zero.

"She sounds like my daughter. She used to be terrified of snakes." Rick commented, walking into camp and sitting down on the chair across the campfire.

Daryl lifted his head slightly and looked over at the former Deputy before lowering it again and he began skinning the snake.

"Didn't know ya had a daughter."

"I don't talk about her much... haven't seen her for over a decade."

Daryl could hear the underlying emotion in Ricks voice, but he didn't comment on it. Whatever happened between Rick and his daughter was absolutely none of his business and he didn't exactly care either.

"She was always a daddy's girl. She was like my damn shadow, following me around everywhere... but then something bad happened and she left. I don't even know if she's still alive." Rick began to say before shaking his head. "But, yeah, she used to really hate snakes."

"Sounds like my wife. She'd lose her shit whenever she saw one." Daryl found himself saying without meaning to.

And then it hit him.

That was the first time he had spoken about you out loud.

"You were married?" Rick asked in surprise.

"Mmm." Daryl hummed, continuing to skin the snake. "Married with two boys."

Ricks eyes widened, but he was quick to cover his shock, although Daryl had already seen it.

"That surprise ya?"

"No. No. Well... you just never mentioned a wife or kids before."

Daryl shrugged, "you never mentioned ya daughter either. Sometimes we keep stuff to ourselves."

Rick nodded in understanding and didn't say anything in response to that, but Daryl could feel the other man’s eyes on him while he fiddled with the snake.

"What happened to them? Your wife and kids?" Rick asked, his voice taking on a gentler tone, knowing it would be a sensitive topic.

"Dunno."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

Daryl glared at the man across the campfire. "It means I don't fuckin' know, okay? Drop it."

Rick raised his hands a little to show that he meant no harm and Daryl sighed, dropping the snake and staring at the dying embers of the campfire.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked."

"S'alright. Just restock that fire so I can cook this snake."

Rick nodded, "of course."

It hadn't even been a week since the broken window incident, so when a guilty Ricky knocked on Mrs. McDonalds door while you were working, you had assumed the worst.

Another broken window possibly or maybe one of the boys had hit someone with their slingshots... you were still waiting for that to happen.

However, what you did not expect was for your youngest to step out from behind his big brother holding his left arm to his chest with tear stains on his face. Your heart shattered seeing your baby boy look so hurt.

"What happened?" You asked, dropping to your knees in front of him.

Dean tried to answer, but his words were cut off by a few strangled sobs as the tears in his eyes began to fall again.

"He fell out a tree... I-I think he has a broken wrist." Ricky answered, pointing at his brother's left wrist that Dean was still clutching to his chest.

Jesus Christ, why was he even climbing a tree in the first place?

"Oh, baby, it's okay." You reassured, grabbing Deans shoulder gently as you tried to get a look at the injury, but you couldn't see it underneath his long sleeve. "Can I see it?"

Dean nodded with a small sniff as he held his shaky arm towards you and you gingerly pulled the jacket sleeve up, revealing a swollen wrist underneath.

Shit.

"Okay. Let me go say goodbye to Mrs. McDonald and then we will take a little trip to the infirmary to get it checked out, alright?"

It wasn't long before you were walking through the front door of Alexandria's infirmary with Dean resting on your hip and Ricky following closely behind.

The little bell on the door ringed as you entered, and Denise turned around from where she was taking stock of the medicine on the shelf. She sighed when she realised that it was your family once again.

"This is becoming almost too frequent." She commented in amusement, putting her clipboard down as she walked over to you. "How are you guys?"

"Little Dean has seen better days. I think his wrist might be broken." You admitted, glancing down at your boy in your arms who was currently burying his face in the crook of your neck.

Denise gave you a sympathetic look, "oh, that's not good. But I know what will make you feel better. What colour lollipop do you like?"

That caught Deans attention real quick and he lifted his head from your shoulder. Denise grabbed a glass jar from the bench and walked back over, holding the candy filled jar up towards him.

Dean hesitated for a second before he reached in with his good hand and picked one before holding it out to you which you grabbed and teared off the plastic wrapper for him.

"Excellent choice. The red ones are my favourite!" Denise beamed, her smile bright before she looked down at Ricky. "Which one do you want?"

"A green one please."

"Green? That is the worst flavour." Denise exclaimed, pretending to take offence to your son’s candy choice causing Ricky to roll his eyes.

"It is the best."

"Nah uh, red is so much better." Dean argued, popping the lollipop in his mouth.

Denise laughed while the boys began arguing back and forth about what the best flavour was before disappearing to go and get the doctor.

"Dixon again, which one? The whole family's been through here, ya gotta be more specific. Big or little?" You heard the doctor say from the back room and you had to stop yourself from laughing.

"Little Dixon."

"Which little Dixon?"

"Wow, there are a lot of Dixons, aren't there? It's the littlest one. Dean. I'll tell them that you'll be ready soon."

A few seconds later, Denise walked back out the room and the boys had finally stopped their candy debate and were silently sucking on their lollipops when the woman made her way back over to you.

"The doctor will be ready soon."

"Thanks, Denise." You smiled.

A few minutes later, the doctor came out the room and shook his head when he saw your family.

"These two are like frequent flyers here." He joked, kneeling down in front of your sons before his eyes landed on the already bruising skin around Deans wrist. "This is a little more than some cuts and scrapes though, isn't it?"

"He fell out a tree. I think it might be broken." You explained, hoping and praying to any god that was listening for that not to be the case.

"Well, let's take a proper look and I will fix it right up. Does that sound good, kiddo?"

Dean nodded ever so slightly, his eyes still glistening with unshed tears.

After some inspection the doctor deemed the injury to only be a fracture and not a break which was a huge relief. Little Dean now had a black wrist brace that was meant to stay on for a few weeks before coming back to the infirmary to get it reassessed.

Daryl took one look at the black wrist brace when you and the boys walked through the front door and sighed, "what happened this time?"

"He fell out a tree." You answered, closing the door before joining him in the main room where a bunch of the others seemed to be gathered on the couches relaxing with a few drinks.

How the Grimes-Dixon house became the main hangout spot for your group was beyond you. Everyone just seemed to migrate to this house or more specifically this room and your fridge. It was nice though, you had spent so long constantly close by each other during those months on the road, so it just felt normal to be together now.

"Why the hell were ya in a tree for?" Daryl asked, looking over at Dean who was now sitting on the ground beside Carl showing him the brace.

"I was trying to be like Yondu. I'm a Ravanger." Dean explained, pointing at the Guardians of the Galaxy comic book on the coffee table.

You turned to glare at Merle sitting on the couch who was the man to blame for your sons addiction to the blue superhero. Merle just rolled his eyes, but didn't comment on it as he took a sip of his drink or whatever alcohol he had managed to get his hands on.

"I thought Spider-Man was meant to be the one climbing trees." Tara suddenly said, glancing around at everyone in the room.

"Nah, isn't that Hawkeye?" Glenn responded. "He's definitely the one that climbs trees. Hawks live in trees."

"Hawkeye isn't an actual hawk. He's a superhero with a bow and arrow." Ricky explained, like that was meant to be common knowledge.

"What about Superman?" Noah suggested.

"I'm gonna pretend that you didn't just say that." Carl deadpanned.

"What's wrong with what I said?"

"We're talking about Marvel superheroes!" Dean answered, empathising the word 'Marvel' as he spoke.

"Isn't Superman a superhero?" Your fathers voice suddenly questioned as he entered the house.

"He is a DC superhero." Carl corrected, giving Rick a tired look like this wasn't the first time they've had this discussion.

"What's the difference?"

"Doesn't matter, Superman can most definitely beat them all." Eugene called out from the kitchen.

And, oh, boy, did that open up a whole new argument as both your boys jumped to their feet and rushed into the kitchen to argue that statement, Carl right on their tail to back them up. You watch them disappear into the room followed by muffled arguing which you couldn't quite understand.

"I'd hate to be Eugene right now." You laughed, walking further into the room and sitting down on one of the couches.

"No way I'm arguing with those boys about Superhero's. I'd rather jump on a live grenade." Abraham commented causing you all to laugh.

"That I think we can all agree on." Rick chuckled softly before looking over at you. "Is Dean okay? I saw the brace on his wrist."

"It's fractured. He'll be fine."

"If he doesn't try 'n climb any more trees that is." Daryl muttered, plonking himself down on the couch between you and Merle.

"Falling outta trees is a gene that came from you, baby brother." Merle pointed out causing your head to snap towards Daryl waiting for him to explain, but he was just glaring at his brother for bringing up that topic. "Don't look at me like that. C'mon, it was fuckin' funny. You were five 'n got dressed up as batman 'n jumped out a tree because you thought you could fly."

Daryl snorted with a shake of his head, "only 'cause ya jumped first."

"I was nine 'n dressed up like Superman. Everyone knows Batman can't fly!"

"Well, I didn't know that. I broke my arm."

Merle chuckled, "I know ya did. I had to drive you to the ER on my handlebars."

"So, is that why your kids are obsessed with superheros and apparently have a thing for trees and gravity?" Michonne asked in amusement causing everyone to laugh.

"What other stupid shit did you do as children that I need to prepare for?" You asked, glancing between the Dixon brothers.

"There was the near drowning in the creek... and the roof tile incident... Oh, ya remember when we nearly burnt the shed down with that bonfire? Oh, how about-" Merle began to say before Daryl cut him off.

"I reckon she gets the point. We were idiots."

"Our kids are doomed." You sighed dramatically, dropping your head down on Daryl's shoulder as everyone in the room started to laugh.

Daryl wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side before placing a gentle kiss to your temple. You couldn't stop yourself from smiling as the group of you fell into comfortable silence before Eugene’s voice stating facts and statistics about Superman, followed by your sons and Carl's petty arguments filled the air.

The group of you shared a silent look while the arguing continued from the kitchen before you all burst out laughing.

PART 4

MASTERLIST pinned to profile.

Commissions open! Link in bio & DM for enquiries ❤️

#daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon #the walking dead #twd #norman reedus #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead fanfiction #rick grimes #the walking dead fanfic

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Anthem of the Post [BC]

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yourusername bo, you've done so incredible these past months. so much passion went into writing this song and performing it and you gave so much love to everyone involved, and to those who weren't. the dedication I have seen from you was simply incredible. and my god, the performance you put on! I fall in love over and over and over again. You've been such a character around the arena, just by being your handsome charismatic self, and it has been so beautiful to see you build all these incredible connections through your love for music. I'm so incredibly proud of you and to be with you, words can't explain (I tried my best). I can't believe I get the same commitment from you that you gave this, because I've never seen anyone as involved, committed and dedicated as you. I love you, I'm proud of you and I really, really treasure you. tagged bojan_cvjeticanin

Posted May 19th, 2023

yourusername the anthem of the post is "home" krisgusti 💙💙 jokeroutfan i will cryyy omg you truly deserve each other paidatonriehuja we 💚 bojan randomfanacc WHAT how did we not realize they were dating bye yourbestie excuse me while I just jump on the highway bojan_cvjeticanin Hvala, ljuba. I don't know how I would have done it without you, I appreciate your support so, so, so much <3

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Monaco

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yourusername and now... time for one of the most iconic raceweeks of the year, Monaco I am ready!!! tagged f1, charles_leclerc, bojan_cvjeticanin

posted May 24th, 2023

lauracwinter good to have you back! randomfan you might be ready but i don't think bojan is 😭😭😭

bojan_cvjeticanin i was not ready for a train ride from London to Nice, i am ready for monaco 😂

ferrarifan let's pray for a good home race 🙏🏼 yourfriend oh i am SO jealous yourfan no anthem of the day?!

yourusername i'ts going to be "anthem of the weekend" for work-related posts from now on, since i post a lot during race weekends :)) personal posts will deffo have aotd though!!

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yourusername take your rockstar boyfriend to work vacation💛 (Anthem of the post is Rich Girl by Gwen Stefani) tagged bojan_cvjeticanin

posted May 30th, 2023

nace_jordan next time can we come too? randomfollower such a banger familymember looks lovely y/n! enjoy 🤗🤗 jokeroutfan bojan looks so good in these oh em gee motorsportsfan omg i LOVE those cards and posters, i neeeeed anotherfollower WHERE. do i find a bojan that will look at me like the first pic because 🫠🫠 friend hope the the well-deserved break is treating you well bojan!

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yourusername first 12h of Barcelona <33 Anthem of the post is EAEA - Blanca Paloma (As per Bojan's request) tagged bojan_cvjeticanin

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wbuxtonofficial that paella looks fantastic, i'm going to need the adress of that one randomfollower looks like it's been a rollercoaster😭😭 jokeroutfan omg girl i'm so sorry, how many times did bojan sing eaea

yourusername (as much as i love blanca) too much for a short flight. and he continued when we landed.

motorsportsfan why isnt she with drivers? its media day soon bojan_cvjeticanin bebeeee did you have to with that last one :(

yourusername yes i have to show you ur just a lil guy bojan_cvjeticanin how am i supposed to project you from scary people like this

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yourusername barca with boja (n) post-race edition Anthem of the post: La camisa negra - Juanes (Bojan's version) tagged bojan_cvjeticanin

posted June 6th, 2023

lilymhe girl slayed the dump 🤝🏼🤝🏼 jokeroutlover BOJAN WITH THE DOG?? randomfollower ahhh how have you been enjoying Spain?

yourusername i love it here so much!! I did a gap year in valencia before and I just love being back surrounded by the spanish language and good weather :)) also Bojan speaking lots of spanish is a big plus ;) randomfollower i can imagine 🤪🤪 hope to have you back soon!

jokeroutfan i can't with the selfie bojan is so yourfriend you need to come back to valencia asappp i miss you over here amor

yourusername i knowww, i'm so busy 🥲🥲 but i'll text u!!

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yourusername some unseen eurovision bts 🫶🏼🫶🏼 (Anthem of the post; cha cha cha) tagged maemuller, bojan_cvjeticanin, paidatonriehuja

posted June 11th, 2023

jokeroutfan OHMYGOD randomfollower omg thanks for posting these icon 👑 motorsportfollower idk who these ppl are but theyre HOT maemuller omg i miss you queenie :( can't wait for you to be back eurovisionfan bojan and mae omggg😭😭 krisgusti y/n always providing the bts content

yourusername just you wait until tour

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#bojan cvjetićanin #bojan cvjetićanin x reader #joker out #joker out x reader #joker out fanfic #bojan joker out #bojan #f1 #f1 x reader

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chaoticaptendyte · 1 year

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peter parker x plus size!reader

Peter Parker adored your whole being. From the roundness of your shoulders to the width of your hips. Oh, those hips. He never understood why you got self conscious over them they were absolutley delicious to dig his fingers into when he stood behind you. Your tummy a perfect resting place for his arms and your thighs so big and strong and powerful and oh so intoxicating when they would wrap around him. He buried his face in the warmth of your neck and sighed. He knew it was a struggle for you to love yourself. Hell it's a struggle for almost everyone on the planet. Some days were ups and some were down and he knew that.... despite everything he did, the only person who could truly make you feel better is you. But he was a determined boy if nothing else and he'd hold you and kiss you and reassure you until you started to believe you were worthy of the same love you gave everyone else again too.

And so he began, "Baby did you know these hips of yours drive me mad? jus wanna hold em all day," he said as he softly squeezed at the flesh. You didn't respond. Looks like flattery was not gonna work today. Probably time to change tactics.

"You know..." he brought his hands up to wrap fully around your tummy and pull you back into the warmth of his chest so close you could feel the rumble of his words in his sternum as he said them aloud "my pretty girl has been working herself so hard lately and I know you've been complaining about your sore neck and back soooo... how about a massage hm? would you like that babygirl? Maybe I'll get some of those oils you love to smell and those big candles you bought last month out too. What dya say?" He said nuzzling into your neck with the tip of his nose leaving feather light kisses scattered here and there. He knew the effect those nicknames and the little touches had on you and he always took advantage of it. Pure evil.

He brought his hands up to knead at and hopefully ease all the built up tension in your shoulders. He felt you nod as he kissed the side of your neck ever so tenderly. Always careful always gentle with you when you were stuck under your personal little storm cloud.

So grasping your hand in his and intertwining your fingers delicately he muttered a "come on," as he dragged you towards the bedroom not trying to force the eye contact or any words from you. You were thankful. Surprised that he knew you so well, that he could be so attentive.

Honestly it made you love him even more because... he really really knew you. Knew when to hold you close or when to give you your space. Sometimes he knew what you'd need better than yourself sometimes it almost seemed like voodoo. You blame the overactive spidey senses.

a/n- tada!! the second one. this one definitely looks more like a complete blurb. againn thanks to @ethereal27cereal and @sammyboyimagines for convincing me this is good enough to post. I actually wrote this when i was in need of some comfort one day and it truly did manage to comfort me and i just hope its comforting to anyone else who reads this too. <3 you're absolutely beautiful and ily *mwah* and so does your cute, menace of a bf peter.

#peter parker #peter parker x plus size reader #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm peter x reader #tasm peter parker #mine #my writing #tasm peter x plus size reader

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Thorn here: that's fucking hilarious that Vox is SOO proud on how his fucking cat KILLED 3-4 of his ppl and then MAIMED more of em he literally told ALL of HELL. I'm DYING.

Lucifer: *looking *directly at Alastor.* "It figures the only guy interested in you could tame THAT beast. Of course he'd be an animal person."

Husk: *chokes on his drink.*

more cat drabbles it is. go forth pathetic little orphaned child and the rest of you freaks (/aff). feast

"No, okay, I fucking *get* it, Populis--" Vox puts a hand to his forehead as the door opens behind him, suppressing another sigh as he turns around to greet Velvette, the doll sinner raising an eyebrow in an unimpressed manner as she watches him fumble with his phone. "Look, I'll get back to you later. Velvette. To what do I owe the displeasure?"

"Not even trying to keep up the act anymore, are you?" Velvette crosses her arms as she enters the room, releasing the fluffball of red fur in her arms to let him run to Vox, the Media Overlord immediately scooping Venom up the moment he gets close enough. "Val and I can only do so much, you know. Belle's been running damage control for days now, and she doesn't know how much longer she can keep it up without organic photos."

"Don't even start with me on that. Dei and Lis have been all up my asshole about it enough, I don't need you guys too," Vox grumbles. "Listen, Vel, I'll get back to business *soon*. Really, I will. I just need to figure out what the fuck Alastor is playing at this time."

"Just tune him out! What's the fucking point of listening to a thing that bastard has to say?" Velvette throws her hands up in her air in exasperation, "I mean, come the fuck on, Vox- it's not like he's some sort of demented ex trying to get your attention back or something! It's just your stupid, crazed rival who rejected you *once* a few years back because he's got no taste."

Vox frowns down at Venom, who simply cuddles into his arm and purrs. The tension drains from his posture as he watches the kitten rub up to him, letting his shoulders slump as the little ball of fluff curls up closer into his chest. "It's not... like that, Vel."

"Then what the hell is it? I mean, you and Val are always acting so secretive about your past with the Radio Freak-- you can't expect me to be able to stay in the loop with all that when you two are acting like this, right?"

"He's just taunting me again," Vox murmurs. "He does that sometimes. You know, there was that one time after he left, seven years ago... the frequency from his end turned on. When I tried to tune in, the only thing on the other end was laughing. I wanted to ask him how he was doing, but..."

"So... what, he likes to taunt you by destroying full blocks of buildings?"

"Something like that," Vox shrugs. "Just... it's fine. It'll all go back to normal once he grows bored of doing it or whatever, and then we can go back to normal again."

"If you say so," Velvette frowns. It's clear she doesn't believe him, but she doesn't press further-- a discretion that Vox is grateful for. He runs his hand over Venom's soft fur as Velvette exits the room, being careful not to scratch the little cat with his sharp claws.

Sighing, he looks down at the cat still laid on his chest, cheek smushed against his torso. "What do you think I should do about your freaky doppleganger, hm?"

The cat looks up at him and simply meows, looking up at him with its large eyes.

"Yeah, okay, I don't know what I was thinking asking that," Vox snorts. "I'll just... wait it out."

"Okay, Smiles, seriously, what the *fuck* are you doing?!" Angel bursts into the main lobby with an angry look on his face, something unusual for the porn star. "The Vees Tower has been on complete lockdown for like, a week now! I've got fuckin' bills to pay, drugs ta' buy! Stop being a fuckin' freak so I can go and get my paycheck!"

Alastor's eye twitches from where he sits hunched over the small shrine, complete with several dismembered plushies of that damned fucking cat.

All this, and Vox still wasn't acknowledging any of his attempts to get his attention. And that fucking cat... at this point, perhaps he would just have to break into Vox's tower himself.

#ran rambles #hazbin hotel #general asks #radiostatic #cursed cat alastor

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skz-maybe-incorrects · 3 months

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Here's A Little Get-To-Know-You Tag Game!

Tagged by: de wonderfulest ppl @noonaracha @straykidsgallery and @itsstraykids thank you sm!!! (go appreciate their cool point stories!)

Name(s): juni! is what i decided. some friends on this hellsite also call me solar so wtv u prefer. atp i just have a bunch of nicknames bcs i also have a Weird Name, A Weirder (Family) Nickname in real life

Pronouns: he/she/they/it<3 when i say feel free. pls and thank u

Star Sign: libra, right when it starts (and just a day after seungmin's!)

#of Siblings And Fun Facts About Them(if u have any): one (1) younger gremlin brother, and the funnest fact abt them is that he has been a walking directory of telephone no's since he was 4 and now can be relied upon to calculate large numbers inside his head in point seconds. Still hates physics(and most things theory)> by which, he also stores insane and inane amount of stats info (abt all types of things, but mostly sports) inside his head ready to be flourished at a moments notice, which is mildly impressive when ur 6 and debating with college students the scores of a game that happened 15yrs before u were born but not now when ur 17 and ppl are more focused on your test scores rather than ones u know, so</3 also has his birthday on changbin's but he doesnt know abt that

#of Pets: there's a history there. with fishes that my ma deceived me with on my 12th birthday(when i asked for a pet, i imagined smth i could hold) and then liked too much herself that we had them for 5yrs. three times; birds, but my brother kind of freed them while singing a lullaby with only me as an unbelieving witness. a dog (belovedest of em all) my dad picked from street as a puppy and who, then, had to be given away after 3yrs bcs of Stupid Reasons im still mad abt. now i just have street cats showing up at my front door to safekeep their babies on my staircase's isolated nooks till they grow up and vanish and street dogs who believe i have endless supplies of treats and show me sad faces when i dont. i really want a pet</3 but for now im contending with pictures of kitties whose moms operate on strict 'see-dont-touch' policies and sweet sweet strays who like to befriend u too easy.

Fandoms: many, but rn im active mostly in skz and mxtx. id love to be in other stuff i read and watch but since Capitalism hates me dearly,,,

Favorite Color: darker shades of all and any colors(esp blue green and red)!!! can be relied upon immensely to look warm and pretty always

Favorite Song: picking favorites for anything is out of my capabilities. also am just listening to my favorite bollywood playlist a lot these days.

Favorite Author: have a working list of favorite poets that does not end at 1. have not read a book seriously in four years of exam/prep-locking. but even if i did, idt ill be able to pick any favorite bcs, yk. good things in many things. (tldr; its roald dahl) (and ruskin bond who i read when i was 5 and still read when im so tired bcs his stories inspire me to write always)

Hobbies: I dance(perform) sometimes? I write??(←derogatory, dubious) make stuff, mostly poems and stories and tinker with free things i can do, both online or craft. analysis of things with friends is a beloved activity. i liek yoga and stretching (rn in an ongoing war with 3° winter mornings to drag myself out of bed and go to class at 6) cooking when i have time but mostly, always, reading (or! watching) stories, poems and learning abt cool nonfiction things (does crying abt fiction count)

Favorite Holiday: none of the above its the trips and getaways u make for yourself. all my beloved memories are always mostly from when our family makes a trip to someplace my mom insists or there's a non-worrying emergency to go somewhere. just family getting together under some pretense, even tho it is stressful as fuck.

Do You Have Any Partner(s): persuading my best friend atm but sadly she's straight</3(no lmao)

Fun facts about you/anything extra you wanna share!: since im having it rn- coffee doesnt keep me up or sometimes even makes me nod off, a fact i discovered after my 14yr old brain had the brilliant idea to try out the cool, forbidden drink after dinner knowing i wasnt allowed to. this is not fun to my ma but growing up in a sort of restrictive household, im also just weirdly good at sneaking and doing stuff im not supposed to without getting caught. i also do not know how to talk in lesser words. this is an absolute curse, yes i have tried. beware</3

this^ is a mess but thank u i had fun!! lemme tag: @winterfloral @syannie @hyunhomoons @quokki @chogiwow @agibbangs @rainknow @lixence @hyunebear @straykidsgallery @jerirose @ambivartence @hongjoongpresent + anyone who wishes to! apologies if tagged already!

#tag games #no pressure giys but also pls do it im nosy and id love to know !!#also ignore. the wordiness. i tried my best

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So I procrastinated drawing and decided to do a hunger games simulator with some OCs (couldn't remember much human OCs and I didn't wanna just include the entire family tree of Alec and Ray so some nonhuman ones are included). I decided to include myself in it too so I can give my OCs a chance to come at me for putting em through this.

Here in Day 1 and we immediately see THREE DEAD

Rozalynda btw is a human oc that's a parent figure to a nonhuman oc (that I didn't include here) She's very sweet actually, very mom coded, so seeing her team up with Alerik to drown Cas is insane. Mel being a boyfailure and steps on a landmine, you tried your best, Mel...

One, it's VERY FUNNY how a 13 year old kid snatched a mace from me. And two, Crystal finding a bag full of explosives is VERY IN CHARACTER.

Night 1

Alec just straight up killed the dude, didn't even gave him a chance to be in the situation longer, scary...

Now this is just... really sad. Marcie and Seph are BESTIES!!! WHY DID YOU DO THAT MARCIE???

Also btw Clarissa is Ray's younger sister.

Day 2

Seeing myself and Alerik teaming up for a short time to split up and search for resources is very on brand, I think. Considering Alerik's situation (his self-awareness) so I can see him arguing with the simulator Aria honestly. Also, you'll be seeing Rozalynda be VERY MURDEROUS throughout this whole thing.

And here's Ray questioning his sanity, very in character, I am so sorry Ray.

Night 2

There's so many things happening in this chunk. First, Crystal dying from a landmine she's trying to set up is REALLY POETIC in a way since Crystal is a Bomb Expert, her special interest are bombs, so the fact that she died from one she was trying to arm is poetic in its own way. Second, Aria girlfailure. Third, Felicity ambushing someone is in character for her but Man... Cedany is dead... (Cedany is Cressida's older sister). Fourth, seeing Alerik fighting Alec is honestly so insane to me cuz that's Alerik, my highly self-aware oc, and Alec, my baby, my favourite (Saying sorry to all my other ocs, excluding Ray cuz he became favourite by association).

So it's actually REALLY in character for Alerik to just have some Intense Beef with simulator Aria and Alec. Lastly, fifth, *Them, it's a lil sad that there's no nonbinary option for this but alas... Also Pharaoh is a nonhuman oc beefing with a human oc, like OFC YOU'D WIN! YOU'RE A DEMON! Honestly would be so funny though if Pharaoh lost that.

Day 3

RETRIBUTION! My sins towards my ocs has caught up to me via simulator Aria's own Stupidity cuz REALLY GIRL??? You got your mace snatched by a 13 YEAR OLD at the very beginning, why did you think fighting ANYONE is ever a good idea? Also very fitting that Alec's sister got to participate in the killing. She deserves it, as a treat, for all the torture I put her own brother through-- WAIT!!! I just realized the doomed yuri of that, Cressida is Ely's future partner... Cressida is... she's dead 😔 OH! I cannot believe! that even in her dying moments, simulator Aria decides to bring upon pain towards the ocs anyway (ngl it's kinda fitting for me).

Also yeah time to address the elephant in the room that is Odessa attacking Alerik cuz 1. Odessa is a human oc (she's Pharaoh's partner) 2. It's both SO INSANE and SO IN CHARACTER of her to just fight with a GOD. It would've been soooo funny had Alerik died by her hands.

Night 3

A peaceful moment during Night 3, well, kinda, mostly peaceful if not for Alerik ruining Gala's supplies (Gala is my nonhuman mhyk oc).

#aria rants #ariaoc #DAMMIT I REACHED IMAGE LIMIT MAAAAAAN #anyway continuing this on in a reblog instead then cuz theres a couple more days to go #the game ran until day 9 so halfway there and tbf with their numbers so few now theres not much to screenshot anymore #honestly enjoyed this one a lot its so funny how in character some of my ocs were #and how REALLY murderous rozalynda was in this. i dont know why shes assigned murderous but she is. love that for her rlly #tbf tho she IS a parent figure to a nonhuman oc so she does have the possibility of being so... deadly

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*whispers* Some kind of Terry Pratchett AU

This got wildly out of control in the sense that I spent way too much time thinking about this today and now I'm scrapping all my current reads so I can reread Discworld. It has footnotes! Anyway I interpreted some kind of Terry Pratchett as vague Discworld and this happened.

Currently taking warm up prompts - they will end up being Stranger Things

“Get out of the window kid. Have you been invited in there?”

Hearing Hopper’s voice makes Eddie miss Brenner for one fitful second.^1 Brenner never instilled nosy night watchmen who ruined his day. He’d even risked getting singed to make it to this exact spot before shift change. “Really up and at ‘em tonight, chief!” Eddie cheers, he doesn’t move from the window.

“There were reports of a disturbance.” Hopper grouches.

“Weird, I didn’t notice any disturbance climbing up here. Good luck hunting it down!”

“Munson, get your bloodsucking ass down from the window. You are the disturbance.”

“Pretty sure talk like that is hate speech, Chief, thought you Nightwatch types were supposed to be accepting?” He does float down though, if that vein bulging in Hop’s neck bursts like it’s threatening to it would make a nice snack.^2

“I’ve been very accepting, or I would have hauled you in for breaking and entering already.”

“I didn’t break anything, and I’d barely even entered. Are these the kind of flimsy cases that Owen’s Hawkins is basing its justice system around? That’s bordering on wrongful imprisonment. I’ll have my day in court!” Hopper shuts him up with a growl and a hand fisted in his collar.^3

“What were you doing breaking into the Harrington place, Munson. Cut the bullshit, I’ve got a dark wizard uprising that actually needs my attention instead of playing personal police to this side of town.”

“I wasn’t breaking in. I was invited.”

“By the owner of the house.”

“Yes!”

“No influence involved?”

“How little you think of me! I am a wanted and treasured guest.”

“Then why are you coming in through the window?”

“Wow, Hop, the romance dead between you and Joyce already? I try to keep things fresh so my lovely little lord stays interested, thus I climb my fair prince's tower."

That vein looks extremely close to bursting, it's making his mouth water a little. "Remember how I feel about the local childminder^4 and try that sentence again, Munson.”

“I pissed Stevie off and I’m pretty sure he had Dustin set up a flashbulb on the door. I figured if he saw me in person he couldn’t stay mad.” And he doesn’t want to get swept up by the maid again. Last time he almost got tossed with the actual dust, and he’s pretty sure she was gonna do it on purpose.

“Pretty sure he can, kid.” Hopper says, clapping him on the back and heading off toward his uprising or whatever. “Next time, why don’t you sing him a song. Or try not pissing him off in the first place.”

Some advice that was, Stevie loved playing a little fairytale pretend. He just needed to decide if he was the dashing prince or the beast that trapped him.

^1: This would mark the only time anyone, shy of his mother† would actually miss Brenner.

† His mother, of course, unaware of the many crimes against children, humanity, and inhumanity that he had committed.

^2: Eddie had actually gone full Black Ribbon, but he was a big believer in waste not, want not

^3: For a man of so many growls, Hopper was not the lone werewolf officer on the Nightwatch. A win for Don’t Judge a Book By its Cover activists everywhere.

^4: Harrington's Home for Horrible Half Pints, though poorly named, took advantage of the young Lord Steve Harrington’s supernaturally magnetic draw for troublemakers, rascals, and rapscallions. He was regularly trailed by six mischief makers who wouldn’t listen to anyone but him.

#my fic #my warmups #steddie #eddie munson #jim hopper #discworld au #vampire eddie munson #it's been a little while since i've let myself read a discworld book (cause I'm savoring them)#so hopefully this fits the vibes #bifuriouswaterbender

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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I am soo sorry for the late reply. I've been going through some things, and I went back into my shell . Your message has been on my mind and literally been my own motivation to reply.

Also I re-read what I sent and I apologize for any mistakes. My mind will delete words while I'm reading. I'm sorry..again. 😞

~~~~ back to leooon ~~~

Games like that show that they believe their audience have cognitive thought and... fucking thank you 🥺. I wanna come back to a game or spend more time playing it because I can't get over whatever vague/mysterious element. You need a game to come back to, and if i found out about everything, I'm not coming back. Let me stop before I go on a rant about the lack of critical thinking nowadays.

Lol it's almost like Leon's bad lines are a virus too😏😌 aahh I just read your message of calling it a disease so I'm not erasing my previous statement. Great minds think alike.

One of the PRETTIEST BOOOYSSS!!! Plus the depression and a bored expression are what keep me coming back to that buffet of a man. Hooo-Weee! 👅 Keep em coming! Speaking of list...who's your top 6?

Ofc! You know he'll have a shit eating smirk when he says the line too. Oop- cuz he never gets taken by surprise? Hmm. How do you think Leon would react to his s.o trying to sneak up on him?

🥺🥺🥺 he really does need a hug (😙 maybe a kees)!! AND A DAMN DAY OFF!! Yoo Leon is not a fool! He will not turn into a top heavy bitch. Like you said you KNOW he doesn't skip leg day. 😈 honestly if I could get a lil gross, his arms and thighs!! Nah I'm dying because I was drooling over them and not paying attention.

Long time no see my friend, Its great to hear from you again and I hope that you’re alright during theses times and know you’ve got someone to talk to if needs be. ❤️🦦

My top 6 pretty boys? Ur asking the real brain ticklers but I shall give it a try. Though keep in mind this list is subject to change.

1. Leon S. Kennedy

2. Chishiya Shuntaro from AIB

3. Jamie Reyes from blue beetle

4. Jason Todd aka Red Hood

5. Sam Alexander aka nova from The Ultimate Spider-Man animated show

6. Vergil/Dante/Nero from dmc (yes all three of them)

(Bonus: Loki, Link, Dick Grayson)

How would lean take his s.o trying to take him by surprise?

He’d probably heard their breathing or footsteps or something but plays pretend because he loves how happy they get when they achieved in ‘taking him by surprise.’

Or he’d be a little shit and ruin their little plan by taking them off guard first. He’s a smug prick afterwards bc it proves that his training had paid off whilst holding his s.I in his arms as they pout, do they care? No they’re in Leon’s arms and staring at his veins.

Petition to kiss and cuddle Leon whilst giving him words of comfort but also listening to him when he talks about his terrors and traumas.

Leon’s thighs are firm as fuck, so I bet sitting on them would be like sitting on a plush armchair or swim thing along those lines. His arms aren’t anything to scoff at either bc we’ve seen those sexy things! I just wanna trace those veins whilst also caressing the moles he has there.

Be as filthy/gross as you want, there ain’t no judgment here!

(I remember making a fic about tracing the moles on his necks and now wanna do one for his arms cuz I might be asexual but god those arms are making me think things.)

#re4 remake #re4 x reader #re4 leon #re4 #Leon imagines #Leon kennedy imagines #leon kennedy imagine #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil imagines #resident evil fluff #resident evil imagine #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy fanfiction #resident evil x you

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the-pigeon-queen · 6 days

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every day i laugh about how i followed you for your webcomic, and saw your yugioh art and was like "huh thats cool. i dont think i'll ever be into ygo but its cool to see art for it!" and then i fell assbackwards directly into the ygo fandom. and then i saw that you did tf2 art and i was like "huh that's cool. I'll never get into tf2 but the art is neat" and here i am drowning in how much i love tf2. do you have any other fandoms you want to try to get me into? anything niche? (i love love love your art btw. its absolutely beautiful and i still get butterflies when i see it)

lolol sometimes the fandom chooses you I'm afraid XD

It's super sweet to hear that you followed me for my original art :']c And I'm glad ya stuck around through my different fandoms lolol

Also I'm really happy you like my art too, that's very sweet to hear :']!! <3

And I can certainly list some fandoms/things I've gotten really into! I feel like my interests are kinda scattered, but if you like both tf2 and yugioh too, yours might be too lol :']

Now, the number of fandoms I've participated in is fairly small. To keep this list tolerably short, I'll only mention the fandoms I have or currently look up content for.

Big Fandom things you've def already heard of or might already be into:

Fallout 4/Fallout - Were you here during my Fallout4 phase? It was after tf2, I think lol :0 If not, Fallout in general has a great aesthetic, some fun lore, fun characters, and a pretty extensive fandom :0 I also really loved the game itself, and I suck at fps games :']

Stardew Valley - I haven't really dove into fandom for it, I just look at the pretty art :'] (Elliot my beloved,,,)

Balders Gate - It lived up to the hype for me, I've loved playing it ^^ Haven't participated in the fandom for it myself, but I know there's plenty of people who make plenty of good stuff. Great characters :'] I do wanna draw my player characters,,,

Undertale/Deltarune - Don't let the fandom scare you from the games if you haven't already played them :'0 they're so genuinely good

Steven Universe - were you,,, were you here during my steven universe phase,,, just ignore the infamous part of the fandom :'0 (I did not enjoy Steven Universe Future, the spinoff, I'm sorry if I missed the point but it missed me,,,)

Smaller Fandom things:

Castlevania on Netflix - All of the characters are exceptional, the animation is exceptional, the story is action packed but the characters have room to breathe. Isaac is my favorite character, hands down!

Dislyte - yeah,,, it's a gacha game,,, and I don't even know if it's a good one lol BUT hear me out: the character art and the settling/world concept is so good. There's so much room for good stories, I just wish the game would give us more than what it currently has :'0 I'm currently writing a fix-it fic for the main game story :']

Tiger&Bunny on Netflix - It's an anime with two seasons, and I believe there's been two movies, and there's a short manga add-on (it's an anime first, so the manga is supplemental) It's about superheroes that are sponsored by their network to fight crime. I really enjoyed the characters and world building :0 BUT IT IS CRIMINAL WHAT THEY DID TO LUNATIC MY BELOVED they'd better walk it back if season 3 happens

Petshop of Horrors - I... I don't know what to say lol it's an older manga, and it might not be perfect, but something about it just got me idk. It's def the most niche thing on my list that still fits the criteria of 'I liked it enough to actively try and consume fan content of it'

That's all I can think of atm, if I think of any more I can always revisit this and list em :]c

#thanks for asking :]!#haven't really talked about the stuff I like that I don't draw content for #i could go on and on about each of these individually but I feel like I rambled enough already lol #was anyone here during my minecraft phase #my first fandom...#man....#mod talk #mod stuff #idk what to tag this lol #long post

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vanderwoodlings · 1 year

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If I’m being honest: an Eric van der Woodsen playlist (x)

Tracklist (and commentary!) under the cut

1. “Free To Decide,” The Cranberries. I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide/And I'm not so suicidal after all

2. “12345,” Em Beihold. "You need a hug, are you alright?"/“Nobody's loved you much tonight"/Only the mirror tells me I'm fine

3. “Family Line,” Conan Gray. It was really this bit from the chorus that had me going for this one: I'm so good at telling lies/That came from my mother's side/Told a million to survive—but I think there’s really something to the way that Eric just has William written off when he shows up, and that takes a lot of emotional work to do that happens off-screen but I still think about very much

4. “Unsteady,” X Ambassadors. This playlist does kind of just embrace the cringe a little bit and I’m okay with that. Hold, hold on, hold on to me/‘Cause I'm a little unsteady, a little unsteady

5. “Dance Music,” The Mountain Goats. In which I will never be over the stuff that comes up in 2.07 about lily’s various exes

6. “I’m Not a Cynic,” Alec Benjamin. I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today

7. “Breaking Free,” Night Riots. I feel violent/Like I'm dying/I feel broken, maybe I'm just breaking free. [sticks a toothpick in the boy’s brain] uh yeah he’s not done yet

8. “Pressure,” Paramore. Seriously tho Eric during the year Serena was gone is so fucked up I wish the show had let us talk about him more. Some things I'll never know/And I had to let them go/I'm sitting all alone/Feeling empty

9. “Wouldn’t It Be Nice,” The Beach Boys. He is gay <3

10. “Creep,” Radiohead. He is gay and depressed

11. “Jason,” BONNIE PARKER. So yeah uh. Asher thing

12. “Shut Up!” Simple Plan.

13. “Inhaler,” Foals. I'm make believe/And I'm up for rent/My head is spent/I guarantee

14. “Hold Me While You Wait,” Lewis Capaldi. So tell me, can you turn around?/I need someone to tear me down.

15. “Blackbird,” The Beatles. Told you I was just going for it.

16. “Cursive,” Billie Marten. And we'll be fine, there is an end/It hurts to fall back again. There’s an ericfic on ao3 that I haven’t actually read, but it’s got a tag about fluctuating mental health and that definitely has the energy I was feeling here—he’s chronically depressed, and that is what it is

17. “Honesty,” Billy Joel. Okay but like. Fuck the UES. Honesty is such a lonely word/Everyone is so untrue

18. “Babel,” Mumford & Sons. Then the walls of my town, they come crumbling down/You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl. When he says he’ll basically be ten feet away and then literally never appears again

19. “Heart Open,” Kodaline. Always on the outside, too afraid to open up, and talk/…/And you're not broken/So keep your heart open now

20. “Like a River Runs,” Bleachers. I’ve looped back around to thinking about that pre-series year again, a little bit. Tonight, I sit over the parkway/The summer's gone and I'm alone/And I get the feeling that you're somewhere close/And I wanna get up/To the rhythm of your wild, to the rhythm of your wild heart/It beats, been beating since you've gone

21. “Trenches,” Set Your Goals. You're falling in love with the skyline/Nothing comes for free:/Can you put a price on feeling satisfied?

22. “Lost Highway,” Bon Jovi. Yeah, I'm busting loose, I'm letting go/Out on this open road/It's independence day on this lost highway

23. “You Cannot,” Erin McKeown. You cannot cage me, I revolt/You cannot contain me, I bolt/I am not caught because/What I got, got you can't hold, hold

24. “Born to Run,” Bruce Springsteen. Seriously I just find it so interesting when characters actually leave on this show, and it’s even more so for Eric because of all the characters he actually grew up in the UES, and there’s this way that its played as something that traps you, and yet he just basically goes ‘no <3’

25. “Heart lines,” Florence + The Machine. Just keep following the heart lines on your hand/Keep it up, I know you can

26. “We Are Golden,” MIKA. Running around like a clown on purpose/Who gives a damn about the family you come from

27. “everything sucks,” vaultboy, Eric Nam. I really like this one in the way of just… it feels kind of comfortable. It isn’t being all the way up in the way that some of these songs are

28. “Evergreen,” Bears in Trees. But I must possess the thought, that progress is a process/And it ain't one step backward if you rotate your axis/Realize that a slip up is just part of the practice

29. “Hand in My Pocket,” Alanis Morissette. And what it all comes down to/Is that everything's gonna be fine, fine, fine

30. “Lights,” Journey. California!Eric my beloved

#eric van der woodsen #gossip girl #it’s HERE finally i have finished it #attempted suicide /#abuse /#<—for in a few of the songs #original nonsense #this is a playlist tag

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incorrect-hololive · 2 years

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pls keep talking about ur headcanons i am but i student in your classroom eager to learn....about what u think 2d anime girls do- BUT STILL VERY EAGER

im glad you are an enjoyer of my brainrot LMAO

I guess I’ll throw out some general/misc HoloEN ones because if I got down into ship headcanons I’d be rambling for a while, unless ppl outright ask for them too

When Kiara usually resurrects after a death, she ends up in other dimensions; she only recently learned how to stay in her current one when she revives. This process resulted in her dipping into the worlds of other Holomem and meeting them (reviving in the HoloFantasy universe, reviving in Reine’s peafowl dimension, etc)

Calli has been acquainted with Amelia for years, considering all of Amelia’s childhood accidents; Calli was protecting her that whole time due to being familiar with future!Amelia and her influence

While Mumei is technically the guardian of human civilization, she felt a disturbance when Atlantis fell; she can’t help but look at Gura with pity sometimes. When she remembers at least

Mumei can somewhat hear the faint whispers of human civilization; enjoys its songs of joy, suffers and grieves upon hearing screams of suffering, etc. Oh, and especially its bloodlust.

While the Ancient Ones definitely can do evil stuff at times, on good days, they’re just AO-chan on Ina’s little tablet who help her do art

Gura has gills and scales and fins under her main clothes. I just think that’d be cool honestly

Kronii intentionally stops time whenever people compliment her because she gets a little TOO flustered over praise; only once she’s calmed down does she unfreeze time and then go “Yeah I know I’m perfect”

Sana is actually the more skilled fighter compared to Kronii; they only really remained in a stalemate for so long during their conflict because 1: Kronii kept freezing time, 2: Sana just liked toying with her in combat, 3: neither really wanted to kill each other, they just wanted the other to yield, but alas Kronii is a stubborn bastard lady and Sana is a beloved sweaty gamer and 4: time and space technically exist hand in hand so if one were to truly perish in their conflict then that’d be bad news for everything anyway. Also I mean they’re concepts it’s kinda hard for them to "kill” each other by default

Also not headcanon per se but I believe Kiara, Noel, Botan and Kaela deserve muscles (Kronii too, but that’s already been made semi-canon by her). Buff girls give em the guns they deserve them, fight me

So yeah! That’s just a small handful of ‘em. Have fun!

#not quote #holos and headcanons

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acaciapines · 6 months

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….I can’t believe it took you less than a day. Anyways, I know so little about this show, but do the citizens of Ooo have daemons, or some other form of dust? Given that they aren’t human and all. (reply by @snarky-wallflower)

a post so i have more space to write. and uh. yeah it is truly so funny. it isnt actually as quick as it seems (ive been turning it over since i finished adventure time like, a week ago?) but still. im a joke and a parody etc etc etc.

anyways! i actually think most people of ooo dont have daemons at all! so lets explain why.

when i write daemon aus, i tend to write dust as a sort of, particle that kind of Exists in the world. it is created by people but it was also there before people and wouldve helped spark the creation of people, in a like, 'oh having a way to interact w this particle is really useful to do x y z, lets evolve to use it!' obvi im not a scientist and the details vary but this is how i sort of tend to see it as a baseline!

so, from there, all species that are. sapient? pretty sure sapient is the word, they all interact and connect to dust in some way. this can be via visual cues (actually perceiving it and its patterns) but mostly its through some other way, like how humans have daemons.

so, in ooo, humans do still have daemons! its just. theyre the only ones.

as for everyone else, they are all, somehow, connected to dust! they all have to be, its just a lot of them dont have daemons because nuclear war, magic bullshit, etc etc. im not 100% on all the lore behind the show but i imagine that The World Fucking Up drastically changed the way sapient species interact with dust. i like the idea that all magic-users are able to use magic bc magic is just interacting directly with dust and getting it to do what you want, so their connection to dust is just, magic. and to get there you lose whatever previous connection you might've had.

most people probably have something else. i think you could get real creative with it. i dont have answers for most people <3 i think you could give species daemon LIKE things, but i'd make em sightly different. not sure. how yet. plants? can't change shape? various things to do with range? specific places? some sort of hivemind? theres a lot of ways you can take it and none of my ideas would focus on that bc thats too close to making a whole au and im like. nah. im focusing on some MINI!! ARCS!! with a limited cast of characters!

as for people i DO have answers for....

marceline had a daemon, being a vampire fucked with that for a while. post-stakes she gets her daemon back.

finn has a daemon and theyre doing totally fine lol.

fern probably had a "daemon" but it was less daemon more another plant construct that was more just him than two people split across two bodies. he finds this out and Doesnt Take It Well.

simon has a daemon. ice king doesnt. simon doesnt get his daemon back upon being de-ice kinged. this is very bad for his mental health.

ditto for betty when she becomes magic betty. golbetty is doing great. they're together in there. no idk what that looks like.

jake has Something. not a daemon. no idea what. but he for sure has a tangible thing. prooooobly same for lady but she also might get magic-user rules and can see dust but this is just chill for her vs most magic users who get there by losing something along the way.

bmo is a computer. i dont think he has a tangible daemon but i think he's got something.

bubblegum has the whole mother gum thing so i imagine thats sort of like, a static place she visits sometimes. or maybe something with neddy??? whatever it is she doesnt have anything that like, follows her around or is on her person.

the candy people since theyre made by pb basically just have a whole mess of things she thought were interesting to experiment with. so there are candy daemons.

i think flame princess has something closer to a daemon than not but they arent a daemon. i'd need to do more research into. fire.

fionna's daemon is cake <3 before the events of the miniseries they Do Not Know This so it manifests as fionna bringing her cat literally everywhere, cake being way too smart for a cat, and neither of them thinking this is weird in any other way. (everyone around them is very freaked out <3)

nobody else in the fionna and cake universe have daemons or anything like it.

fionna: wait are you telling me you dont share dreams with your cat?? don't telepathically communicate with your cat? everyone around her: what the fuck are you talking about--

and thats what ive got whoo! for basic ideas. more detailed plots are for the stakes mini-arc + fionna and cake since i think theres an interesting story there, but thats not for this post.

#ask #daetalk #daemons #adventure time #fionna and cake #'ive thought about this a little bit' so that was a lie #this is what my life is like 24/7. always rotating daemon aus #would not have it any other way <3

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crusherthedoctor · 2 years

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We all heard your least favourite Eggman moments from the games, but what about your favourites?

His creation: Thanks for making him, Ohshima. :>

Wanting Sonic to suffer in SEGA Sonic Arcade: People like to say that Eggman isn't sadistic, but I'd argue that he can be, at least when Sonic and his friends are involved. There can be no other explanation for why he set up an island filled with death traps, with no ulterior motive beyond laughing at Sonic's utter panic and misery.

The Bad Futures in Sonic CD: This is a more indirect one, but it still qualifies. Think Eggman winning would be harmless? Show 'em these. Palmtree Panic becomes polluted beyond repair, Quartz Quadrant has been hollowed out completely, Stardust Speedway has become a garish shadow of its former self… even his own facilities have seen better days, though that's purely because his manchild sensibilities dictate that he moves on to conquer more lands when he's grown bored with what he already has.

The Bad Futures are a high point of Sonic storytelling in general, since they use visuals to convey a darker and deeper narrative without being inappropriately hamfisted about it like the zombot arc. That Eggman is the one responsible for them in-universe just makes them all the more sweeter.

Working hard in S3&K: He really wants to get the Death Egg up and running, and you can't stop him. Eggman has always stood out by being more active than his villainous peers, but no game highlights that better than Sonic 3 & Dante from the Devil May Cry series. He burns down forests, he tears down ruins, he traps ghosts, he reignites volcanos… and he tricks the local guardian. Even after a temporary setback the first time around, he does eventually succeed the second time, with a newly acquired Master Emerald on top of that.

But he didn't stop there, did he? Once Sonic confronts him aboard the Death Egg, the mad scientist threw everything he had at the hedgehog. I believe the finale to S3&K will always be one of the best in the series, and a major reason for that is because it shines a spotlight on the important tidbit that Eggman will never, ever stop… just like Sonic.

Everything in SA1: Well, aside from maybe the end, since that was the moment that kickstarted a certain trend...

But BEFORE that point, Eggman was magnificent in this game. He unleashes Chaos on the world, but continues to throw his own weight via the Egg Carrier and the E-Series. He collects some emeralds on his own, while swiping other emeralds from the heroes at just the right moments. When the Egg Carrier is down, he resorts to the missile, too furious and vengeful to care if he himself is caught in the crossfire. Then he directly threatens a young boy with murder, for good measure.

Chaos may have been the final obstacle of SA1, but Eggman was unquestionably the main driving force of SA1.

The fake emerald scene in SA2: Even someone who isn't all that big on SA2's story can admit this moment is a classic. The doctor has a few badass moments in this game, like his one man raid on Prison Island, and blowing up the moon, but this is arguably the best one. The heroes thought they had him fooled, but NOPE, he turns the tables in an instant, and had Sonic not deus ex machina'd his way out of the capsule with the fake emerald, he'd have been a dead man right then and there.

Just a shame that, like everything else Eggman does in SA2, it's somewhat undermined by him being Shadow's pawn the whole time. (So going back to what I said about not being big on SA2's story…)

Kidnapping Vanilla in Advance 2: This one always makes me laugh with how ridiculously petty it is. There is absolutely no practical reason for it, it doesn't benefit any plan of any sort, he just really hates little rabbit girls and wants to punish them for existing.

Driving Emerl insane in Battle: Yeah, the aftermath is regrettable (spoiler: ANOTHER upstaging), but the sheer cruelty in overwhelming the Gizoid with power for all his friends to witness, after the latter was willing to let bygones be bygones, is a moment of pure unadulterated villainy.

Having a more creepy design than Mephiles in '06: Poor Mephiles tries so hard to act all spooky and menacing, but Realistic Eggman with his golden nipples does a much better job at freaking everyone out without even trying. Eggman: 1, Mephiles: 0.

(This is a joke answer… maybe.)

The intro and Egg Dragoon in Unleashed: Eggman is arguably treated as something of an afterthought for the middle of the game (much like the plot itself actually), but these two moments are undeniably iconic for the doctor. An action-packed beginning is tapped off with Eggman cancelling out Super Sonic and firing his unfortunately shaped cannon, and the glory of Eggmanland being brought to life is rounded out with one of Eggman's absolute best mechs in the series, in a battle that kicks the adrenaline into overdrive.

Even if Dark Gaia comes along to ruin the mood afterwards, it can't dampen the awesomeness of this fight.

The final boss in Colours is… him!: I still remember my absolute shock when I learned that there were no smoke and mirrors, no cruel tricks, that Eggman was indeed the honest-to-god final-final-boss in a 3D game for the very first time. Took over a goddamn decade for it to happen, but y'know... better late than never.

I was already grateful with the Eggman content in Colours thanks to the legendary public announcements throughout the rest of the game, but this was the much deserved icing on the cake. And while the Nega-Wisp Armor might not be the most complex final boss in a 3D Sonic, I still think it's fun in its own right.

Finally securing a monster in Generations: What else is there to say? After having bad luck with previous ones, it was long overdue, and since Time Eater is arguably tied with Solaris as the most powerful of the lot, it couldn't have been a better candidate. The fact that he pilots and controls it directly really seals the deal.

Punching a wall of ice in Lost World: C'mon, that scene was metal. As were the bloodthirsty threats that Eggman muttered to Zavok and Zazz, who appeared to actually be taken aback if their reactions were of any indication. Shame he never did get his hands on them... but I guess he was too busy taking back his final boss role behind the scenes, eh?

Fighting back against Heavy King in Mania: What could have been a groanworthy finale to an otherwise grade-A Sonic experience is wisely averted when Eggman doesn't take that betrayal shit sitting down. And unlike with Chaos, he doesn't get shot down before he can do anything.

What's really interesting is that despite Heavy King having a more impressive transformation in comparison to the withered state of the Klepto Mobile, the game itself seems to treat Eggman as the higher authority between the two, since it's specifically him, NOT King, who Super Sonic rams into one last time for dramatic effect in the post-battle cutscene.

Everything in Forces: He may have had a little help with the Phantom Ruby, but he asserted his world dominance much better than SatAM Robotnik ever did, and he never sat around idly while the heroes tried to stop him either.

That's all great on its own, but his endless backup plans make it even better: Death Egg's destroyed? Send Sonic to Null Space. He gets out of Null Space? Drop an artificial sun on his enemies. The artificial sun is foiled? Overclock the Phantom Ruby and use its powers more extensively than Infinite ever did. The first final boss is defeated? There's a second one lock and loaded. And since Infinite was the one who dropped a Ruby replica during his fight with Silver, Eggman's ultimate downfall isn't even his own fault.

We can talk all day about what else they could have done with the plot of Forces, but anyone who says Eggman doesn't deserve credit for his showing in this game probably hates him and/or writes for an overrated comic.

#Crusher's Asks #Opinion #Sonic the Hedgehog #Dr. Eggman

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hi!!! I love your games and am looking into trying to make one of my own. any tips?

Thanks! And sure, I like helping. These are based on my experience and a couple I got from college, summarized in the 3 I find more useful and important:

If you are making your first game (I'd even go and say your first 1 - 3 games at least) Keep it simple!

I cannot stress this enough, and it is one of the hardest things in game development I keep having to remind myself every, single, time.

I think Jake's Halloween Night is a good example of this. The game is, stripped down to its bare essentials, a game where you find keys to open locked doors, collect 3 items, and that's it, that's the game. And it all happens in a two levels house with 8 rooms, with 1 single character.

I know the temptation to go and make something bigger (that you might not think is big at all cof looks at MegaBite, Lucinda and The Mushroom Killer of).

There is nothing wrong with big projects! They are cool too, but imagine never swimming a day in your life and then deciding next week you will go and swim across a lake.

Chances are you won't have an award winning game that everyone will be talking about, but believe me, a finished game is such a rewarding feeling than looking back at several unfinished projects.

2. There are no "Engines that make bad/good games"

I borrow this one from a teacher in college. Use the game engine that is comfortable for you, the one you know how to use and you have access to. Just because you make a game with RPG Maker, doesn't mean you'll make a bad game, just like using Unreal Engine doesn't mean your game will be good. Sure, some programs will give you things others won't, and some will only work with a certain coding language or graphics, but it's up to you what game you do with the tools you got at hand.

There are a lot of free to try programs to make games out there, and different ranges of price. I haven't been able to try many aside Unity, which I learned in college, and RPG Maker MV, which I picked because I didn't liked Unity. There are others I want to try but I sadly haven't got the time, so I don't really have lots of experience in that area.

The important thing is you pick the one you are comfortable with and that gives you what you want, don't let others tell you your game will be bad just because of the program you picked.

3. Make a game you want to make, don't try to make a game looking for a secret formula to make "a successful game"

This applies to probably all creative work, but make a game you are having fun with, with a story you like, and characters you love. Maybe it's cliche, maybe it's really dumb, but it's easier to keep motivated when you are doing a game you love.

One of the many reasons I paused MegaBite development was because once I was done with College, I realized I was adapting my original idea, to what my professors and classmates seen as a good, normal, commercial game, and that stopped being fun to me, so I've had to take a step back to see what do I want to make with MegaBite.

On the other hand, Jake's Halloween Night is a dumb idea I came up with while hanging out with Popfizzless, and I turned around and told em "I will make a game where you play with a Chad Bro looking guy that at the end turns out to be a slasher" and then I said, "fuck it, his name is Jack O' Lambert because I love puns and I will make all the silly horror movies references I can and that doesn't make sense".

I started on October 5 and ended October 29th, doing a dumb game I was enjoying making, expecting barely anything from it, and next day one of my favorite YouTubers had played it. And I think the best part was seeing him and all the people in the comments having fun with my dumb, cliche, silly ideas. Even seeing YouTubers I didn't knew about, enjoying the game and making jokes about it was so much fun and more enjoyable than if I had made something I didn't enjoy making but got popular.

And to be fair, barely anyone played JHN, but it is still crazy see that bunch of people in MBH commenting theories and finding horror movies references I didn't put there.

Long story short, start with a small, simple game with 1 or two characters, that you enjoy making and are having fun with.

I hope this helps and good luck with your game making!

#Game making #game development #indie games #indie game dev #Dream answers #ask box #anon #tutorial #long post

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