Me - *still Crying Over Sad Cyberpunk Endings*

Who did Negan kill?

First off : The finale of the Walking Dead Season 6 was amazing. America what do you mean when y'all said it was the worst ending ever. It was intense and with a little bit of creepiness. Second : We have finally met Negan who is played by Jeffrey Dean Morgan and the beautiful yet deadly Lucille. Thirdly : What's going on with Maggie? Now a lot of things could be happening to the farmer daughter. As we all know she is pregnant with Glenn's baby. But after the fight in episode 14 we know somethings could of happened to the baby. She could be having a miscarriage. Maybe the baby had died and since everyone is infected, meaning this baby too, the baby could be a walker and eating Maggie from the inside out. But there has actually been a theory were the food she ate was poisoned. It's been said that the Saviours had poisoned some of Alexandria's food to get the group out so Negan can kill someone and make the group work for him. Fourthly : When Morgan saves Carol from the Saviour we meet to new people on a horses. These people are mostly likely NOT Saviours because they would've killed Morgan for killing the man. The two men could've been from the Hilltop but we know that the Hilltop people don't wear armour when they leave as shown in episode 12 when we first see the Hilltop. These people could be a sign the The Walking Dead are bring in the Kingdom group from the comics. The Kingdom is lead by a man named Ezekiel with his pet tiger Shiva. In the comics Kingdom people wear armour and ride horses. And Finally : Now we are going onto the main part of the episode. The part where Negan kills a character from the group. Now we don't know who the unfortunate person is since it was in the victim's P.O.V and we won't know who the victim is until October. How annoying 😠. There is a guarantee that the victim is NOT RICK OR CARL. We know this when Negan chooses the victim and says - "Anybody moves, anybody says anything cut the BOYS other eye out and feed it to HIS FATHER". Also since the camera is in the victims P.O.V it means it is being shown through that persons eyes. We can see the most to the characters have a few strands of hair falling over their eyes whilst the victim has a clear sight. Plus, when Negan hits the victim the first time we immediately hear a woman or women screaming. This could mean that Abraham was the victim and Sasha and Rosita could be screaming since they have been in a relationship with him. Or it could be Maggie screaming since Glenn might be the victim like he is in the comics. Or the woman/women could just be screaming from shock or sadness. Another piece of information is the Negan calls the victim a "Champ" as he calls Glenn in the comics. This could show that the victim is a male. Plus, if you listen closely you might be able to hear someone or the victim grunting. The victim would obviously be grunting from pain whilst if it was somebody else they could be trying to stop Negan but someone is holding them back. So that's this episode finale broken down. Can't wait for the Walking Dead to return in October and we can finally see who the poor victim is.

All of us when we saw Alfie again

*Me* - “I watch Helluva Boss for the plot”

*Me* - “Yep! Totally for the plot🥵”

Hi, I'm Negan And I look fabulous!

Fans after Ep 7 😂

Now THAT’S the spirit of LUST

Helluva Boss | Episode 7, Part 1, “Ozzie’s”

Basic Clegane

I’m not sorry but OH MY GOD I love the Hunter. I know SkekMal is a villain but GOD DAMN he is just so cool and badass. I think he was taken away too soon. 

SkekMal has earned a place on my “most badass characters” list for a long time

PEACE | Vander/Warwick X Reader

CONTENT WARNINGS - Fluff • Threat • Injury • Mention of death • Brief mention of blood • Season 2 Spoilers! • Cuddling (BECAUSE THIS MAN DESERVES ONE!!)

PAIRING: Vander/Warwick X Fem Reader

SUMMARY: you were once Vander’s wife but believed he was dead after the cannery exploded. Now you’re staying at Viktor’s utopia hoping the machine herald can bring him back to you

WORD COUNT: 1.9K

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The commune had been like a fever dream. That something so peaceful could exist in Zaun. Where everyone pulled their weight and shared resources and supplies without ulterior motives. It seemed like a paradise. It seemed too good to be true.

It was almost too much.

In just a couple of days — or was it even hours — your world had been turned upside down.

When Vi and Pow-- Jinx found you, you were both thrilled and sceptical. To see your adopted daughters together again. It certainly confusing to see that they somehow came back together again and with a little girl in tow but they had some information that nearly made your heart stop.

Vander … was alive!

A rasped pained laugh had been your response. It wasn’t possible. You heard the tale: Vander, your husband, died saving Vi. That was it, end of story. It broke you. So much so that you went searching for his body but found nothing. No doubt Silco had it thrown in the Pilt out of spite.

But Jinx was adamant. She claimed she fought some “version” of him in Stillwater, a beast, but it was still him. There was still something inside that recognised her. It was ludicrous. You had half a mind to tell them to leave and let you wallow in your loneliness. But your motherly urge clenched your heart; there was no way you could let them attempt to track this beast alone. Especially with a young child.

So you followed them, deep into the mines with spear in hand. Vi claimed they’d be safe thanks to her gauntlets but it provided you comfort. It had always been your weapon of choice.

After Vi and Jinx had their rather childish fight, the young girl who you had learnt was called Isha, received a bloody nose thanks to Vi’s elbow. You had wiped it clean with your sleeve, offering her a sweet smile as she sniffed but you all continued further in. Until your heart sunk completely when the ground rumbled. A distant roar surged fear through all your hearts, Jinx pushing Isha behind herself and Vi took a firm stance. Your knuckles became white clutching your spear; breath becoming staggered and fearful.

That when you saw it. A glimmer of red in the darkness, growing closer and brighter with every second; the ground trembling from its pounding fists. Jinx attempted to talk to it but nothing stopped its pursuit.

The sound of Vi’s gauntlet grabbing the beasts body before it could reach you caused the bioluminescent plants to light up and that when you became face to face with it. It’s blood red eyes were raging, a clawed paw stretched out desperately reaching out for Isha. It felt as if your heart was breaking all over again. There was an unrecognisable fury. This thing wanted to kill you all. How stupid it was to believe that this was him.

Vi became bloodied and bruised as she fought the beast, Jinx shielding Isha behind her with her gun raised. In a desperate attempt to save your daughter, you joined her in the fight; slashing and stabbing at its body. Yet it did little to nothing to halter it’s anger. It’s body healed at lightening speed.

This wasn’t a fight you could win.

It reared is large paw back, attempting to smite Vi in one swipe. Until you shoved her out of the way towards Jinx and took the hit yourself. It’s large arm smacked you away, your body surging through the air to slam into the wall. A yell rattled past your lips at impact, body feeling like it had just been shattered. You struggled to raise up to your feet until you realised the beasts attention had turned to your daughters. A glob of bloody spit from your mouth regained it, its crimson eyes glaring at your in a furious wrath. As your grip tightened on your snapped spear, you wielded it like you would a knife. You were ready to die here if it meant your girls could take the opportunity to escape. But Jinx halted your determination. She pleaded — no — begged for you to believe her. That this thing in front of you was the man you loved. Your eyes had shut, breathing slow as it leapt; its teeth bared ready to tear you apart.

But when you were face to face with it, so close that you could feel its breath on your cheeks, a sudden glimmer of familiarity befell you. A flicker of hope. Either way, it wasn’t stopping. So you took that chance. You tossed the broken weapon to the side and screamed his name.

Before you knew it, you were wrapped in its large arms. Eyes wide and breath shuddering, your hands slowly crept up to rest on its chest still unsure. But it wasn’t tearing you apart. Wasn’t disembowelling you with its claws. One of its pawed hands rested almost gently to the back of your head, pulling you tight to its body like it would be the last time. You almost wanted to free yourself from its grip out of fear. Until a low grumble from his jaws uttered a single word; causing a wave of tears to flow from your eyes like a waterfall. Your name.

It was him. It was your Vander.

And here you were. In Viktor’s small utopia; praying that this “herald” could heal your husband. Or return his mind to him fully. You cautiously watched Viktor exited from the greenhouse Vander had been designated to; the mechanical man slowly walking away in exhaustion.

“How long do you think this is gonna take?” Vi asked, staring at him in suspicion.

A deep breath heaved from your nose at her question. “I don’t know. In all my years I’ve never dealt with a ‘herald’ before,” you sighed tiredly. “I’ve never dealt with someone coming back from death either”.

“There’s a lot of things we haven’t dealt with,” Vi replied sadly.

She was right about that. It had been a small comfort to you, knowing that if Vander was gone his soul was finally at peace. But now here he was, back from the dead and twisted in his own body for whatever sick maniacal reason. Your brows furrowed in anger as a certain person invaded your mind. “I’ll kill Singed if I ever see him,” you swore, teeth coming close to grinding at the mere thought of that so called ‘scientist’.

“You’ll have to get in line,” Vi quipped, her soft small smile falling as quickly as it formed. “I’m gonna head to bed. You coming?”.

“I’m … I’m actually gonna go visit him. See how he’s doing,” you informed, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. With a soft nod, Vi watched as you walked away towards the greenhouse.

There was still a wave of nervousness as you reached the door but it faded away when your gaze fell upon him. A few soft grunts huffed from his curled form, lying on the ground with a sorrowful look on face only for his head to perk up at the sight of you.

“Hey,” you greeted, shutting the door behind you. Vander rose up slightly, watching you with his new mismatched eyes as you sat down next to his hulking figure. You offered him a honeyed smile, stretching your legs out and leaning back against a pillar. “Any … any change today?”.

Vander snorted sadly in response and glanced down to his paws. Your hand quickly stretched up to cup his jaw, turning him back to look at you; your thumb gently stroking against his cheek to sooth him. “It’s ok. There’s always tomorrow,” you hushed, blinking back a set of tears as he nuzzled into your hand.

You couldn’t help but take in his features, from the sharp fangs to the large ears that twitched at the slightest sound. It made your heart clenched; that sometimes in a certain light or a quick glance you could just see a glimmer of the man you loved.

Almost as if he could sense your change in mood, Vander’s eyes opened; staring at you with a tilt of his head that must’ve said ‘what’s wrong?’.

“I’m ok,” you sniffed. “I’m just glad to have you back”.

He seemed to think to himself, contemplating something before shuffling closer to your body. You waited with bated breath, curiously watching as he fell to his side and laid his head to rest on your lap, his back to you and gaze directed to your boots.

Though it brought a smile to your face. Your heart fluttering at the recreation of a moment you and Vander would often share before things went to hell. Whenever Vander was stressed after a long day he would rest his head in your lap, sighing in relief as your fingers would cascade through his brown locks. The two of you would talk for hours, about your day or whatever your were worried about. It was a quiet intimate experience between you two.

“Heh, just like old times. Ey, Vander,” you teased, raising your hand to comb through the fur on his head. Vander groaned out softly, immediately relaxing against you. “Remember when we used to do this when we were younger? You denied it from hell to high water … then Benzo walked in and wouldn’t shut up about it”.

There was a chuff like laugh from Vander as his paw rested itself against your knee, his breath coming out steadier. The both of you fell silent as you thought of your fallen friend. Of all your fallen friends. Benzo. Connol. Felicia.

Silco.

You didn’t have a clue if Vander even knew his brother had passed. You hadn’t found it in you to ask or tell him either. There was so much going on already you didn’t want to bring him more heartbreak. No matter what had happened between them, Silco would always be his brother. He knew Vander long before you did. They played together as kids, worked together as teens, planned a revolution together as men. You knew in some way Vander would be devastated.

With a sigh, you continued massaging his scalp. No point in telling him now. One thing at a time.

“When we’re done here, how about we go away? Leave the Lanes, leave the Undercity. Find somewhere peaceful, somewhere safe,” you suggested. “Tell only the girls where we are so they can visit”.

Vander awkwardly glanced over his shoulder, staring at you in confusion.

“You didn’t think I was just gonna leave ya, did you?” You playfully quipped.

“However many tries, however long it takes; I am gonna stay right by you side,” you promised, leaning down to place a kiss against his brow, his eyes fluttering shut in content. “Like I’ve always said: it’s me and you till the end, big guy”.

When the sun rose in the morning, Vi had woken to discover you were missing. Both Jinx and Isha were still sleeping together in a pile of blankets whilst your bed appeared neat and unslept in. She rose to her feet and made her way over to the greenhouse, carefully opening the door as quietly as she could. Only for her shocked face to fall into a slight smile.

Somehow in the night the two of you had shifted. You were now laid out on your side, sleeping the most peacefully you had in years. Vander’s large arm had placed itself over your waist, keeping you trapped against his large body; his breath tussling your hair every time he exhaled. His massive paw was clutched in both your hands, pulled tightly to your chest. There wasn’t a care in the world to the two of you.

Just peace.

Vi smiled and decided to leave you be, allowing you both to enjoy your own personal paradise for a little longer.

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First time returning to Imagines/One Shots but what they did to this man broke my heart and I felt like writing something for the first time in ages. Riot, I’ll never forgive you for what you did to Vander!!!

“Thanks” to one of the best imagine writers ever!!!!

Barmaid

Requested by @queen-of-nightmare-16:  Hi, could I request a Yondu Imagine? Maybe one where Yondu is in a bar with the Ravengers and the reader is a bar maid and they hit it off. Only when someone starts hitting on the reader (maybe Taserface) and Yondu goes to help, only to find out the reader can handle themselves. Thanks!

Here you go! My first Guardians fic done! I do not own Yondu. He belongs to Marvel.

Warnings: Flirting, mentions of unwanted advances, a little fluff. Also, first time writing Yondu so it may be a little OOC (I hope not)

Pairings: Yondu x fem!reader, mentions of other Ravagers.

Yondu’s dark eyes scanned the room. He was looking for you. The Ravager was almost never at ease, but something about being in your presence changed that. Casual flirting and the occasional shared drink made for an easy friendship. “What are you thinking about?” a voice almost made Yondu jump. He quickly schooled his features and calmed down. He turned to see your smiling face. How had you snuck up on him?

         "There she is. I was wondering where my favorite barmaid was.“ You laughed and slid his favorite drink toward him. “You don’t have to keep trying to flatter me, Yondu. You’re already my favorite. The only one for me.” You blew him a kiss and turned to serve your other patrons. Yondu chuckled to himself. Of all the bars and taverns in the galaxy, this one was his favorite.

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