#verse1

[riverdudez]

@crescentpalmed

Nights in Riverdale were long, tedious, and isolating for Jughead. The Serpents were preparing for war and Jughead was at the forefront of the crossfire. His dad was busy working at Pop’s and so Jughead took most of the responsibility of managing the gang while his dad was away. Tonight had been a bit quieter after the rumble last week, a night of freedom all he needed to escape from the pain of Riverdale troubles. Quickly, he pulled his phone out and called his girlfriend, Betty. Once she picked up, he smiled. “Hey, Betty. It’s me... I’m just calling because I’m wondering if you’re free tonight? It’s been so long since we’ve just spent time together...”

[akivitae-blog]

⇴ May our story begin: @gumihc​

He had travelled the world ever since he fell to this ground but he had not found anything related to magic. He was homesick wanted to go home through his own world. He wanted his magic returned so he could fly once again in the sky, so the wind would sing to him. He had travelled around hoping for anwer but had returned to the place where the wyrdkey had dropped him of. Seoul. Wandering the busy streets his hands in his pockets as his warm breath made small clouds in the cold air. He was walking home to the shabby attic he now spend his days but there was a scent in the air that caught his attention. A scent that made him stop and turn on his heels to follow it. 

It was an ancient smell. Old like him maybe even older, different from those humans. It was strange enough that he followed it. Blindly walking to through the streets until he stood before a building "Gisaeng House" He stared at the title for a long time before looking inside. Inclined to follow that scent that vulpine scent further. In this world where everything was the same she seemed to be different. She could be a way home. and that was the thought that was enough of a push to make him open the door and step inside. 

[queenofthesaints]

Armani, Gucci, Dolce & Gabbana | Matt & Emiline

Back in Stillwater, the Rounds Shopping Centre was a total hoot. It was always busy and took in a raking of cash despite it being rather out of the way and hidden in the underground district. It was especially popular with Shaundi and when she wasn’t high off her tits, she’d always hit the malls (and when she was lucky) drag the boss along. Emiline didn’t mind the mall but she wasn’t a huge shopper and it drove her a little crazy when Shaundi wanted to look at some ‘cute heels’ in Leather & Lace for about 2 hours. It was time that could be spent much better which was why she avoided shopping with the over spender and shopaholic brunette. Though today was one of these days. A new shopping mall had opened  in a small city outside of Steelport, one that seemed pretty clean and fresh. It was actually pretty different too, a pretty nice place if you didn’t include the ugly fucks who slugged around.

With an irritable sigh, Emiline rolled her eyes at Shaundi who was trying about 3 different dresses in different colours in some sort of new retail store, which looked too overpriced for it’s own good. “I’ll come see you when you’re ready, Shaundi. Gimme a call when you’re ready.” she noted Shaundi was too engaged in looking at the dresses to really listen but shrugged to herself as she exited the small store and walked through the mall hoping for something interesting to happen. That or hopefully she would come across a cool shop. Though thus far, it seemed to be the same old shit.

As she walked along, she suddenly saw a flash of black from the corner of her eye. She stopped for a moment and looked closer seeing someone with black hair and a pale and familiar face. They were stood alone or at least from where she was stood it seemed this way. She was pretty sure it was Matt. She hadn’t actually seen him in a few weeks since Asha had come over with him for Pierce’s birthday party and that had been a little awkward. She was still a little fishy about him. She was very weary of people and especially of Matt being of their past. She knew things were different now but it would understandably take some time before she could trust him fully, even if it was a year. Even so, she figured she’d go over and say hi. If not out of being polite out of just having someone worthy to talk to.

Heading in his direction, Emiline stood behind him, her long golden hair bouncing off her shoulders as she walked. She stood behind him, reaching her arm out and poking him on the shoulder.  “Hey you.”

[anoldsoldier-blog]

@calmspirited liked for a starter

The fresh meat

It was never light, nor dark in these regions, thick fog crept over the fallen leaves on the floor and no animals, beside those wretched crows could be seen or heard. Slowly an old Soldier made his way through the fog, cautious glances thrown around. He had no Idea where he was and no memory of how he got here.

The last thing he remembered was a Bridge that needed to be lifted, a generator that jammed, three familiar faces and a horde of infected between him and them. Then there was pain and  then...? He woke up in a shack in this unfamiliar place. This was probably the afterlife, the soldier figured for himself. This wasn’t exactly heaven, but he hadn’t pictured hell quite like this either. One thing was for sure, if he was still alive, he needed to find a way back.

Suddenly there was a movement to his left and Bill hid fast behind one of the trees, couldn’t be too careful in a place like this. Maybe it was one of the infected? No, he didn’t hear any moaning or groaning or what ever sounds those things made.

[thegrumpymechanic]

@cinnamonrollwells

Harrison shuffles slowly into his secret operation room in the most decrepit hall of S.T.A.R. Labs at half past eight in the evening. He flops down into a chair in front of a computer and lets his head drop haphazardly onto the keyboard in front of him. The computer switches on out of sleep mode, still displaying twenty-something documented metahumans from his database. A soft groan escapes him.

“Aila... how long until the first appointment?” he grumbles, weakly pawing around to open a drawer and grabbing a small, round glass tube. 

-You have a half hour to sober up, Sergeant.- Aila’s voice sounds pointedly annoyed.

“Perfect...” He snaps the cap off the tube and presses one against the inside of his left arm. The small tube hisses and clicks as it pushes some substance into his bloodstream.

[zitaotheboogeyman-archive-blog]

“Is it sick of me to feed the animal in you?”

-with @sakruhlij // mary x zitao //

With his eyes squeezed shut zitao pressed himself against mary’s back. His whole body trembling thanks to the fever brought up by the lack of dreams. He was trying to ignore it but it was getting worse with each second and at that point if was hard for him to even think straight, not even mentioning having the control over his body. Whining like a kicked dog zitao wrapped arms over himself, trying to focus on breathing but it was too hard so instead of steady breathes all he could do was choke on the air. He kind of resembled a fish that had been washed out on a beach. “…mommy” a pathetic cry for help left him as he began tugging on her hand gently. “Mommy…mommy help”

[anoldsoldier-blog]

Starter for @botanyknowledge

A helping hand

The heartbeat got louder again but Bill remained silent, clutching his bleeding shoulder with his free hand, maybe, just maybe, he was lucky for once? Alas he was not. The next thing he saw was a tall, disfigured Monster and its sharp metal weapon that was swung at him. “Fuck!” It was too late to dodge, not that he didn’t try anyway but the cleaver still struck him and slashed open his side. With a loud cry of pain the old Body hit the floor and stayed there for a few moment, not long enough for Bill to recover from the immense pain. He was soon lifted onto the shoulder of the of the Monster. “I’m… too old… for this shit” protested the Veteran , half unconscious and started his efforts to struggle off of the Killers back.

But it was to no avail, one hook was just around the next corner and Bill wasn’t even close to get out of its grasp. The killer didn’t hesitate and pierced the shoulder of his victim with the rusty metal of the meat hook. Another cry of pain escaped Bills throat and he was dangling from the the torturing device. Heavily panting he stared the Monster in the eyes who stared back satisfied. With a lot of effort the survivor managed to lift one hand and… flipped the Killer off “Fuck you… sonofabitch” he pressed between his teeth, before the Murderer left to look for another victim.

For a moment the Survivor stayed motionless to gather some strength, then he tried to free himself from the hook. Bad Idea, the rusty metal just tore through more flesh and scraped at some bones. Grunting in frustration Bill stopped his efforts, he would only bleed to death faster if he struggled more.

[anoldsoldier-blog]

@azarovsslayer liked for a starter

The Pale Horseman

A new, hapless fool staggered  disoriented through the realm of the Entity. Crouching behind scrap heaps and trees he slowly made advance through the Gas Heaven outskirts to the Gas Station. Even if he had no idea where he was, the aura of this place felt hostile, like a cold shiver down the spine. He didn’t see any human, nor any of the infected, it was quiet here. Too quiet for his taste.

It really didn’t make sense to him. A moment ago he was ... dead. Yes, he was pretty sure he was dead, he had to be. Those tanks must have squished him like a fly. And yet he stood right here, breathing, without so much as a scratch. And where was everybody? He wanted to call out for the others but something told him that he better stayed quiet. It was common soldier sense, if you want to call it like that. If you enter a new terrain you stay quiet and don’t attract possible enemies. His common sense also told him that, if there was a Gas station, there probably could be humans. So that was his first target.