Any more question, soldier?
Hey, hey Games Workshop? Hey I have a suggestion... You know how you have these supersoldiers of incredible strength and precision? Yeah?
Why the fuck aren't they firing dope-ass bows, Games Workshop?! With explosives in the arrowtips? You can even slap skulls and eagles all over! Make it techy as hell, add tubes! And attach purity seals! Engrave messages in the arrow shafts for hunts of important or personal prey! You cannot tell me that an arrow going "Up yours Abaddon" wouldn't slap! No, I will not take a bolter instead. I will not take a rifle! GIVE ME BOWS GAMES WORKSHOP-! I WANT TO DELETE A CARNIFEX FROM A FULL FIELD AWAY!
Is it because the loyalists lost the Emperor's Children, is that it? Too elitist of a sport, too pretty? Not grim and dark enough? Cowards! XD Strangle a heretic with the bowstring, you'll feel better!
requested by : 🏹 anon [ can i request a gwi nam one shot please? with gwi nam being protected over the reader during the apocalypse (after he turned into a zombie human thing? idk what to call it lmao) and he takes care of her after finding her hiding somewhere and she’s crying and scared. i love ur writing and i would really appreciate it <33 ]
warning : gw*-n*m >:)), a bit ooc + spoiler
“I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you!”
They all ran, his screams attracting the zombies by the library as he glare at the boy who remain perched atop of the bookshelf.
As soon as he returned, most of his memories were wiped out of his head, they all became vague and gray, it felt like he was forgetting something important.
What is it?
What is it?
He let out a grunt, pushing away a zombie that was busy clattering it's teeth like a damn fool. Cheong-san be damned, he's too busy trying to scratch out that very something that gnaws him at the very core.
Aarghh! What the fuck is it?!
He racked his brain, scratching it so bad as if it will get him to remember what it is until he— with his senses heightened because of the infection, smell something.
Something familiar.
It was a scent that he seems to be longing.
Frowning, he walk leisurely with his hands on his pockets, taking all the time he wants while looking around his surroundings, bumping and smashing zombie's along his way. He is God. There was no plausible explanation as to why he isn't—why he was chosen. Aahh, this is life.
Gwi-nam slide open a classroom door, raising a brow at the one mindless undead who's scratching a wall. Fuck that damn bitch looks so stupid.
One sniff.
He turns his head to look at the teacher's desk that has been closed off with some tables and a few chairs.
A small cry.
Though not audible by human ears, Gwi-nam who has been ‘blessed’ to be immune to the virus, gaining a more powerful sense of hearing, managed to hear it.
He stops right in front of the desk, peeking underneath to see a trembling girl, legs close to her chest and dripping in blood, sweat and tears. Quite literally. “Hmm..?”
At his voice, you looked up, eyes widen at recognition of whom it was.
Those eyes and gaze that sends Gwi-nam back made him remember you—ah, God, thank goodness you are alright. He crouched down, pressing a finger to his lips before opening his arms for you.
“y/n-ah.” He calls your name, it tickles his body.
You slowly hugged him, still terrified and wary. You're safe, his precious y/n. he cradles you in his arms, his skin searing with your warmth like fire. Gwi-nam presses his lips on your crown whilst his hand rubbed your back up and down to provide comfort. There was an uncomfortable silence as he relish you in his hold once again.
He then pulls you two apart, brushing away the locks that sticks to your face to get a better look at you. “Were you hurt?” But you shook your head.
Grnnk!
Grnnnk!
Ah, because of the moment of stillness, he seemed to have forgotten that there was a company with the two of you. “I'll protect you from now on, okay?” He breathes, your face cupped in his hands, nose red and eyes puffy from crying. Oh for crying out loud, you're so fucking adorable that he swore he'll go balistic if something ever happens to you.
“Stop that.”
“What?” You voice came out as a whisper, lips parting and your brows knit. That melodic sound that drags him like a helpless sailor to a siren.
He won't mind being helpless, as long as it is you whom he has.
“Being so fucking irresistible.” A smirk was displayed on his face before pressing his lips against yours. Just because this place is an apocalypse doesn't mean that Gwi-nam won't take any opportunity to flirt with you.
Who dares fucking oppose their own God?
He parts, breathless and satisfied, “From now on, you stick with me, alright? You don't wanna be a zombie food, yeah?” He grips your jaw, pulling you in once again to lock lips.
“Don't you worry your pretty little head, babe. I'll kill anyone who dares touch you.” Gwi-nam held your hands, pulling you up to stand. Disbelief was written in your face, he can tell, and the only way to dust that off is a proof
And the clatter of the chairs that he pushed made the zombie aware of his and your presence, the scent of human making the undead crazy as it lunches towards you but Gwi-nam grabbed it's neck and cracked it, throwing it at the floor as he threw a smug grin to your direction.
“Don't worry, pretty girl, I'll take care of you.”
He grabs your hips, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your cheek. “Let's go find something for you to eat along with a new room. Aish, you better be thankful to me. I expect another kiss later as payment, alright?”
Everything about him screams danger but it didn't matter, because you knew, if Gwi-nam would do something bad to you, he would've done so in the past years already.
What di you think it'd be like if Al joined the Vees?
Well, they would def have to change their name. That's for sure. (The Vees...and Alastor lol)
Srsly though, I know it's kinda obvious to say that Al would probably run a podcast, possibly even still broadcasting Overlord's screams. However, I think Alastor would be great with doing a talkshow.
He could still use souls' voices on his show, except it'd be laugh tracks, gasps, and various other things. Plus, he could easily bring in Sinners with his charm to guest star. He can even have them sign a contract. Maybe even have them be forcibly as his lackeys or else they'd be another set of voices for him to use.
I'd imagine Alastor would have a sense of loss, however. This is something completely new and he's constantly finding a hard time adapting to the newer, bigger changes. His identity as the "Radio Demon" would be practically erased and that would often have him on the edge of a breakdown. I can easily see his smiles wouldn't be as big as usual and he'd possibly become quieter. No longer having the need/energy to put on a performance.
Vox would "support" Alastor, but he still would have the upper hand in the conversation. After all, they're business partners (possibly actual partners as well *wink wonk*) and he'd never lead Al astray.
Although, Al would probably still do podcasts though and it's a completely different energy than his talk shows. Because this is the closest to his roots and makes him feel like himself. Especially when he calls on the delusional princess to star and talk about her "glorified rehab center".
Robin: We need a plan to beat him.
Dustin: Okay, listen up. First, we fill his shoes with wet cat food.
Robin: …
Steve: …
Dustin: Judge me all you want. I get results.
