. ୨⎯the morning sun is rising ⎯୧ . ୨⎯ it's kissing the day⎯୧ 🚧🚧🚧🚧synopsis under reconstruction🚧🚧🚧🚧 ୨⎯the wheel in the sky keeps on turnin'⎯୧ ୨⎯i don't know where i'll be tomorrow ⎯୧ [I got half way through rewriting this god awful synopsis and the app crashed- someday, I'll try again] ✱Dean Winchester fan fiction (1989-2020) © All Rights Reserved All characters besides the ones I created belong to CW enterprises. ⚠️Trigger warning ⚠️ This fic contains graphic violence, abuse, alcohol, coarse language, gore and other subject matters which may not be suitable for all audiences. ☒Unedited☒

RICK GRIMES state of decay: book 1 Amelia Carver was a lot of things. Her grave would say wife, sister, friend. Following the end of the world, she found herself entirely detached from every part of herself. Her sister long lost, her husband dead, her friends the same. All her grave could say at this point, if she was lucky enough to have one, was survivor. Little did she know, that would be enough for her to find her way in the end times. Stumbling across the Greene family farm would change her life at its end more than she ever realized. In saving a young boys life, she would save her own too. ☠︎The Walking Dead: Season 2- starts slow :) ☠︎All Rights Reserved ☠︎If I'm doing my job right, you don't need to have seen the show to enjoy this. ☠︎Written in 3rd person, back and fourth between perspective ☢︎WARNINGS: Intended for a mature audience. Gore, Adult language, mentions of abuse. If you could handle the show, you can handle this. -If I stop updating, I'll be back when I start fixating on the walking dead again. It always comes back so fear not lol

. ୨⎯ She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna-dew, And sure in language strange she said- 'I love thee true'. ⎯୧ Magic exists in every corner of the world, a long lost art which outlasts persecution. It doesn't exist in any single form or person, too large to be contained by one. By the twentieth century, it seems to be only a myth. Minerva Amata doesn't take much pride in being mythical. A sentencing, a blight, a curse which brings nothing but trouble. For that reason, she takes on her existence utterly alone. Lonely beyond reason with a secret which belongs only to her. Only to her until a magnetic doctor saves her secret from being revealed, wrapping himself all too willingly into the mess she calls her life and turning all her convictions on their head. ୨⎯ And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing. ⎯୧ -pre-twilight - god knows when- ~formerly titled BURN!~ #3 in the twilight tag!! (30/11/22) #6 in the CarlisleCullen tag (02/25) #60 in the witch tag (02/25) #1 in the Carlisle tag (03/25)