bloodbending:

fanfiction where your otp starts off hating each other and gradually become friends and fall in love

mira-of-sassgard:

#Things that sound perfect normal to us but insane to everyone else

Now that the season finale of Teen Wolf is over

I wait for Resonable to Assume to update

The Darkest Night

Written for English class this story is really more of a drabble than anything. beta’d thrice and I earned a 100, I thought I’d share it with tumblr. There’s no specific universe or time (but Im geared more to his Batman: The animated series look) Enjoy!

Name: The Darknest Night

Rating: K + for very mild violence

Featured Characters: Joker, Batman, Joker’s Hyenas

Warnings: If this is classified as a warning, it was a descriptive essay for a class. I don’t mention Batman’s name until the end on purpose.

 The air was thick with humidity; fog surrounded the hero’s once clear vision. The wail of sirens floated through the city. He knew his evening was going to start. The mysterious man bounded forward and jumped from building to building, the gravel crackling and crunching underneath his boots. The taste of soot from the burning fire places entered his open, panting mouth. 

  He stopped at the edge of a sky-rise, the concrete wavering and cracking under his weight. He looked down the illuminated streets, the constant buzz of the lights almost overpowering the sound of multiple sirens. 

  The tall decadent was in museum was mostly intact. Out of the two, larger detailed concrete lions sitting at the front, one had its head blown off. The steps around it cracked an annihilated. The vigil ante swooped down, quietly passed the police. He sat on the sweeping, Greek styled roof.

            Bright yellow tape blocked the entrance, guards in thick, black uniforms stood resolute. A garbled voice shouted into a square device on their hips. They nodded to each other and relinquished their post, the faint smell of cigarette smoke left in their wake. 

The mysterious hero descended to the ground quickly, before running inside the building, doors blown from their hinges. Glass and various pieces of silver metal scattered the grey marble floors. 

The halls were dark, and barren, the rich and decadent paintings vandalized with the same green paint. All the paint seemed to a have a simple, blunt message. Laughter, several “Ha” lay across the architecture with disregard for the value of everything.

The black clad man walked forward slowly, quietly, surely. The lights flicked on and off at this point. Revealing some ancient Egyptian scrolls, a vandalized ancient vase and the clattering teeth shaped toys. 

Their teeth clicked quickly, the noise almost unbearably annoying. The man shot his foot down on the, smashing the infernal device. The light flickered until it was completely black. Fluorescent spray paint lead him to the basement of the museum.

It was dark, dank and dirty room filled with failed and old exhibits. The man heard a voice. It was like nails on a chalkboard, distinctive and unpleasant. His skin was a pale white and his lips a blood red. His teeth were a foul yellow, along with his dilated psychopathic eyes. Where is the whites should be it was xanthic, his hair a dark, almost black, green. He wore a purple suit with a neon orange shirt, a flower sat on the breast of his jacket, a satire of friendliness. 

Before the man knew it, the sweet redolence of chloroform seemed to quickly find its way to the bat’s nostrils. He fell on one knee, trying to get his cowl to filter it. It was too late, the knight hadn’t reacted fast enough and his vision was starting to blur. A high pitched cackle full of evil mirth pierced the air.  The last thing the young man heard was, “Nighty night, Batsy!”

leppu:

sborb:

the mre u kno

no1 guideline of my life

keylimepie:

My second Big Bang entry piece for DeanCas BigBang.

Story master post is found here. Very good story, check it out!

Inspired by Picture belong to Ssimilee Not mine!

Writer: Dalidarling

Fandom: Glee

 Warnings: Slight gore, multi-character death, and zombie! Kurt

  Word count: 579 + I added more on tumblr

 Rating: T for slight gore and violence

Disclaimer: I don’t own Glee or any of its characters, nor do I have the rights or take any  credit for any lyrics, songs or movies mentioned within the story - unless stated.

Unbeta’d

It was like any morning for Blaine Anderson. Wake up, iron his dress shirt and slacks. Shower, and gel back his hair to its usual design. His eyes sparkling at the thought of a new day of Warbler practice. Something seemed a bit off to the teen. He fixed his tie and slipped on his blazer. He heard a bang outside, instead of the usual chatter of young boys.

                He stared at the door, walking up to it slowly. He smiled hoping it was some joke Thad and Jeff were playing on him.  He slowly walked up to the door, twisting the golden knob, slowing peeking outside. What he saw shocked him beyond recognition.

                Jeff was at his own dorm staring at Dave’s facedown body, some of the flesh in his throat and face missing. It didn’t look shot, no, it was torn and bitten shamelessly. Ripped from it place.  He looked up at Blaine in a fear he had never feared before.  He sucked his breathe and wanted to actually check if his friend was okay. He didn’t want to think but he was sure there was something around. He didn’t, couldn’t comprehend it was the living dead.

                “Jeff!” the other called gesturing to come to his dorm, so they can make an escape plan. The blonde looked at him and then the corpse his body sweating with fear and slight nervousness. He tosses off his blazer and throws it at Dave, tears dripping from his eyes. He cannot cry for long, he had to hold on to his emotions for that one moment in time.     

                Blaine put a reassuring hand on his shoulder and turned around putting on a brave face. Jeff stares at Dave, silent as ever. He watched until the door was fully closed, not noticing the corpse twitch and red eyes open ravenously, hungry. He stood slowly staring at the door, he then saw a young Dalton boy step out of his room. Growling slowly he limped his way to the boy, getting him before he could scream.

                Blaine comforted Jeff, until they both heard a bloody scream. It was a scream of pain, soon turning bubbly sounding and choked as fresh blood filled the victims mouth and lungs. In a small bout of bravery Blaine stepped out and the world twisted around him. It was Kurt beautiful and graceful as ever. His hair immaculate, his skin pale, smooth as marble. Yet his usually blue eyes were a bloody, starved red. Veins and tendrils surrounded those usually pieceful eyes. No snarky remark would any long come from that mouth. His mouth cover in the blood of a freshman, his teeth red and covered in gore. The tomato red substance dripped from full lips, he stood up. He was just dead. He was fresh; rigor mortis had yet to set in. Dave was missing from his spot, Blaine gasped in shock. This couldn’t be happening, no Blaine couldn’t believe it.

Kurt looked up smelling fresh, alive meat.   He smiled, as if he were still intelligent,  still human. Yet what came out of his mouth wasn’t what Blaine expected. Not the melodious sound of his saprano and giggles. The smooth voice that often pierced through his very being was butchered but a curdling scream of hunger and instinctual desire. He ran to him and Blaine’s eyes widened in a fear he’d never felt before.Yet instead of adreneline making him faster and more efficient he froze staring at his love run to him.

                What fight did the short man have? Would he and Jeff stay here until death eased its way slowly through dehydration and starvation? Or would they let the zombies kill them and become one of their kin. It’s as if life went in slow motion, Jeff shouting behind Blaine frantically telling him to close the door, close to hysteria and sobbing. He does so leaving the boy in the room on his own. Jeff leans against the door eyes wide, red, and swollen with tears. He knows his time is coming soon. He falls down and hugs his knees, hearing the events outside.

                He stares at Kurt as he starts to stiffen and slow down. Tears slipped down his face ashamed that he never told Kurt. “I love you, Kurt.” He whispered, but the monster didn’t twitch. He knocked the warbler to floor and stared at him. Blaine hugged him, and screamed feeling the neck in his flesh being bit in unforgivingly. He cried watching as Kurt pulled and chewed. His vision blurred and those last few seconds were the best in his life. He was dying with the man he loved and will now spend the rest of his life with him like he always wanted to.

Supernatural/Zombieland crossover fanfic

Name: SuperZombie

Rating: T

Genre: Comedy/Action onshot

Pairings: None just bromance

Warnings: Zombie, Playful!Sam

Time Period: A little after season 2

It’s from Sams POV in case you’re confused. :)

Living up to a movie’s stanards is a bad idea. I’ve always watched more movies than Dean so now, we’re in a zombie town. Not an apocolypse but it’s a rather large hick town, so you can basically compare to an apocolypse. Then again I might just be over thinking things like always.

So here I am, inside a day care, double tapping(also known as shooting twice) this little girl as she ran right for Dean’s ankles. He hissed in frustration, cussing up a storm. Pure Winchester entertainment in my opinion.

He looked at me with glowing eyes, in anger I might add, and growled,”Sammy…”

I held up my hands and defensely said,”Rule # 2 Double Tap.”

He glared at me, you know the trademark Winchester glare that made Batman look like a pussy in a costume,”The hell…?”

“Zombieland, I watched it when you were on one of your drinking binges.” Sam explained matter-of-factly

“Funny.”

“I should be a comedian.”

“Bitch.” “Jerk.”

“Sam, what does this have to do with our, “Little problem.”

“Well you see,” I shot behind Dean’s shoulder as the hot teacher Dean flirted with ten minutes ago lunged at his gore spilling out of her mouth, ” this loser, and I mean LOSER survived a apocolypse based on his set of rules…and he was a social outcast like us.”

“Sam…what the hell, that was a damn movie.”

“You know I’m more logical Dean, but these seemed kinda fool proof.” Sam explained .


“Fine, we don’t have anything to lost. I’ll humor you.”
I grinned and pushed Dean towards the back door. They sprinted towards the vacant Impala a cheesy grin on my face.

“What?!” Dean panted.

“Rule # 1 Cardio!”

“Son of a bitch.” Dean growled hearing growls and roars behind him. He quickly jumped through the open window starting the impala. I shot a view zombies from his side careful not to get bit as Dean started the Impala

“Rule # 3, Wear Seat belts…” Sam said with a victorious grin.

“Why are we treating this like a game again?”

“Trying to make hunts and joyful as possible before…well you know.”

Dean grunted and drove forward. It was tense between us for the first few weeks. I guess Dean appreciated my light behavior. I mean a zombie town? That’s wierd even for us.