#deadman walking

Is a DeadMan Walking able to eventually evolve into a full Eldritch at some point, like after awhile they end up turning into a full on Teen or Juvenile Eldritch? Or are they stuck as a DeadMan Walking until an Eldritch kills them?

If the eldritch fully takes over the body or it realizes that it is not the person it took over, then there is a chance that they will continue growing as an eldritch, but these cases are few and far between.

Most of them are stuck in a battle of identity and personhood eithet not knowing what they are or fighting to keep their humanity. Other eldritch either keep them as entertainment or servants or just absorb them.

PATCHWORK ¢'13

12/27/18

“It’ll all be better.”

“Life has ups and downs.”

“Keep your chin up.”

“New year is a new you.”

“Have faith. He’s watching over you.”

“There’s someone out there for you.”

To me, these are just words with empty meanings. They mean well but I’ve heard them over and over to the point they mean nothing. I feel the sincerity in each of them but inside, is still the same.

A short little one shot. 

Requested by anon:  Can I get an Undertaker x Fem!Reader where after Undertaker wins the 2007 Royal Rumble the reader helps him with the head wound that Randy Orton gave him and it gets a little heated? Not too heated but like fluffy cute with her cleaning his cuts and stuff? THX!

ENJOY: 

“Move! Out of my way! MOVE!” You snarled, shoving a few wrestlers and aids aside as you saw Mark aka The Undertaker, make his way from the ring. You could see the blood drying on his forehead from the injury that he got from getting hit in the head with a steel chair. The large 300 pound man was wobbling slightly as he leaned on two refs for support. You quickly made your way over to him and took him from the refs who were helping him backstage. You slung his arm around your shoulders and began to  help him through the chaos of backstage making a beeline to the med bay.

The year was 2007 and Undertaker has just won the Royal Rumble. He had just made history in the WWE. He had been the first ever man to be the last entry in the Royal Rumble and win. You could feel his weight as he leaned on you for support. Sweat and blood dripped onto your blouse as you helped Undertaker backstage. Finally reaching the med bay you couldn’t help but growl in frustration, for the medics were nowhere to be found. You sighed and gently set the large man on the bed sitting up, the thin paper crinkling beneath him as he sat down.

After making sure he was steady you quickly grabbed some gauze, along with some alcohol pads and a few tape strips in case you needed to keep the wound closed if it was bad. You didn’t know how bad Mark’s head wound was for you hadn’t been able to see it too clearly on screen. Mark let out a breath and you couldn’t help but smile. “Congrats Undertaker. You’ve made history.” You said to the green eyed man. He looked at you and smiled. “Thanks (Y/N).” He said. With a nod you quickly got to work. “Let me see what’s going on here.” You said. With a gentle hand you carefully lifted his chin so that you could see just how bad the wound was. You let out a sight of frustration. “There’s too much dried blood. I don’t know how bad it is. I need to clean it” You said softly, looking at the large man and your eyes meeting. “Are you feeling dizzy? Nauseous? Talk to me Taker!” You say softly. The professional wrestler smiled and shook his head. “My ears are ringing but I don’t think it’s anything serious. He didn’t hit me that hard.” He informed you.

You quickly ripped the paper package of an alcohol pad open and quickly removed it; the scent filled your nose making it wrinkle. “This may sting.” You informed the big burly man. You then began to clean the wound. Mark winced slightly as you did so. “I’m sorry.” You apologized hating the fact that you were hurting him. He grunted, “No it’s fine.” He said. “I’m going to kill Randy Orton when I get my hands on him.” You growled. You heard Mark chuckle. “It was perfectly legal.” He informed you. You scoffed. “I don’t give a witches tit if it’s legal, I’m going to pound his skull in with a steel chair and see how much he likes it!” You said harshly. Mark gently took your arm and looked up at you making you stop your work on his head. “I’d like to see that.” He said with a smirk wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. You couldn’t help but smile at his sudden affection. “I’m fine.” He said to you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. You smiled and kissed him back before breaking away. “Yeah, a man who’s just been hit in the head with a steel chair, and tells me he’s fine—isn’t fine.” You said with a smile. “Not stop distracting me, so I can clean your cut.” You chided. You then ripped open another alcohol pad and began to dab again. Taker sighed and let you continue on with what you were doing. You finally were able to see clearly the wound. You let out a sigh of relief. “Well it’s closing up even now. It’ll be fine.” You said. “Doesn’t even need a band aid.” You said with a smile. You quickly threw away the bloody alcohol pads and shoved the gauze in your pocket just in case Mark did something to open the wound again. There were a bunch of salty wrestlers out there most likely gunning for the winner of the Royal Rumble. It was safe to be prepared.

You suddenly felt a hand on your wrist and you were pulled back into Marks arms. “You take such good care of me (Y/N).” The man said to you as he wrapped his hands around your waist. You smiled and looked up at him wrapping your arms around his neck and with a smirk you replied, “It’s my job.” You said. He placed another kiss on your lips. “Well you’re the best in the business.” He said with a rumbling chuckle.

“Isn’t that why you hired me?” You asked.

I am exhausted right now. I really just want to go to bed, but if I’m actually going to be seriously doing this I really want to get into the habit of posting something once a day. So I’m going to start on another part for My Little Friend. Hopefully I can get to the part that actually happened in my dream. It was a really creepy dream, but it is really awesome. So here is the next part. Hopefully it all makes sense... I’m everywhere today.

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In Grace’s room, there were some toys sitting in a circle. There was a small brown haired crocheted doll, a little handheld wooden rocking horse, and a few knitted clothes and other accessories for the doll. Around the small doll’s neck was a child’s bracelet braided together with three strings and held together with a small pendant. Grace picked up the doll and inspected it closely. She gently took the bracelet off of the doll and marveled at the red, black and brown strings that held it all together. She smiled, sliding it over her wrist. 

Suddenly, a burning sensation erupted from Grace’s wrist where the bracelet hit. Grace gasped in pain and began trying to take the string off. It reminded her of the one and only time she accidentally touched the stove top when it was on and burnt her hand. Grace’s wrist had begun turning red and was beginning to be littered with several blisters when a voice hit her ears. 

“Those are my toys.” Grace looked around her, trying to find where the voice had been coming from, but could not see anything. A burning smell began to fill the room as she continued trying to remove the bracelet. Over the sound of her own blood pumping past her ears, she could faintly hear the sound of sizzling coming from her wrist and fingers. 

Tears began to fall from her face as the bracelet continued to burn through her skin and started trailing up her arm. Grace began screaming in pain. “Stop!” She screeched. From the other room, Grace could faintly hear Sarah calling out to her, asking her what was happening. Grace stood up, shakily trying to make her way to the door. She could see Sarah quickly stalking up the hall with a panicked look. 

Sarah saw the redness on her arm and swiftly, the stalk-like walk turned into a a sprint. As Grace held her arms out to Sarah to have her help in whatever way she could, her door slammed shut with an inhuman amount of force. Grace screamed, both in fear and in continued pain. She slammed her small burnt hands against the door, sobbing for help from Sarah. Grace could feel Sarah banging against the door, trying to break in. She could hear the handle rattling, but no matter how she tried, the door wouldn’t budge. 

Grace’s entire arms was almost completely red and blistered by the time the voice spoke again. “You shouldn’t have played with my toys.” Grace sluggishly turned around, tears and snot running down her face. Before her stood a little girl, maybe around the same age as Grace. She had brown hair, pale cracking skin and a cream and maroon colored dress on. Grace let out another particularly loud sob. 

“I-I’m sorry!” She cried out to the mysterious little girl. “I-I wanted to p-play with them.” She held out her hands to the girl in front of her, specifically the one with the burning bracelet. “Take it back. I’m sorry.” It was barely a whisper that came out of her mouth before she felt herself fall forward towards the little girl. 

The last thing Grace thought before she fell into a suffocating darkness was that she wished she could have had her mother with her and that she could have had all of her toys from her old house.

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I wrote this pretty fast. Sorry if it seriously has like a lack of feeling. I am a literal zombie on my feet right now. I seriously need some sleep or something. Did a bunch of running around today with my mom and hauled a bunch of potatoes around. Also managed to get myself sick again. My throat is killing me, my nose is killing me, my neck is stiff, my head hurts, and I just want sleep right now. So I promise I’ll try and do better tomorrow sometime after I get a good amount of good sleep. 

So anyway, please like it if you want me to keep going or message me an idea for some story you would like to see maybe happen. I’m not good on requests or deadlines. So what you see is basically what you get. Thanks again.