zombie plates

anonymous asked:

*gets back up by rising like a zombie but with a plateful of Oatmeal Raisin cookies and a glass of unsweetened almond milk* I'M BACK!

Ruby: ZOMBIE’S DON’T TALK! *shoots anon again with fire dust rounds and pours the ashes into a nearby river along with the oatmeal raisin cookies and unsweetened almond milk* I’m so sorry milk glass. You could have been used for amazing things but nothing can take away the sin of almond milk.

anonymous asked:

how do worgen dks work? like i have one and i never know where to place her in the timeline. i know she's an arugal worgen, but when/where could the cross from 'escaping arugal' and 'lich it up' happen? also, a few people have told me there's no way she could've been in stormwind before the cataclysm, but surely she would've canonically come across with the other dks BEFORE the fall of gilneas and the introduction of the gilnean worgen.

Worgen DKs are the prime example of Blizzard employing that “Rule of Cool” I was talking about. For those not wanting to answer that horrible website’s siren song, it basically means the creative force behind a story hoping for its audience to suspend disbelief on a subject for the sake something being fucking awesome.

In this case, that would be plate-wearing zombie werewolves, you guys

They’re something that probably shouldn’t have happened, but they did, and now we’re stuck grasping at straws for how they would work. Both the Silverpine and Grizzly Hills worgen were made by Arugal, but I’m guessing you intend for her to be from Silverpine. What’s most likely is that she was a citizen of Pyrewood Village that somehow fell upon a pocket of Scourge during her escape from the area. Worgen are terrifying creatures, and the Scourge love to experiment– they probably would have loved the idea of coming across one to see what they could do with it. Enough so that they eventually brought back Arugal to ensure they had an entire force of them.

There’s also the point of note that, like blood elves no longer suffering their addiction, worgen are able to control their “beast” as a death knight:

“With the addition of the Lich King’s control, however, the instincts of the curse are shattered by his power, leaving the logical, human mind in the service of the Scourge. And with the Lich King’s will removed, as was the case with the Knights of the Ebon Blade at Light’s Hope Chapel, only the human portions of the mind remain, giving the now free, undead worgen control over its destiny.”

The hunger takes precedence. So it’s possible an escaped worgen could have intentionally sought out the Scourge and joined, all-too-tempted by the promise of no longer losing control of themselves, in the end getting a lot more than they bargained for.

Your second point is an even more frustrating one. If they were a part of Acherus, they were a part of the Light’s Hope event, which means they were absolutely mingling with members of the Alliance during the Wrath time period. 

There are only a few ways to excuse why they may not have been seen:

  • Worgen had not yet joined the Alliance, and were therefore considered dangerous monsters. This prompted any worgen DKs to hide their form, somehow exerting more control over it in combat than is typical (maybe resisting the hunger just makes resisting anything else about themselves seem like cake).
  • They kept to themselves and never returned to the city or even the major frontlines, not wanting to frighten or anger people. It wasn’t until Worgen were widely accepted that they felt comfortable showing themselves and just worked odd solo mercenary jobs in the Northrend wilds before that.
  • They were a part of the Scourge until Arthas’ death, only having rejoined the Alliance at the end of the expansion. Arthas’ death and the breaking of the Greymane wall were practically concurrent, only a very short time between the events. By the time a DK freed at the end of Wrath might have gotten their wits together, the worgen may have already been a part of the Alliance.
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Scare Up Some Fun in The Sims 4 Spooky Stuff, Coming Soon!

Double, trouble boils below;
Tombstones smoke and caldrons glow.
Tempt the Spooky Candy Bowl,
Carve a Pumpkin for passed souls!

In other words, the The Sims 4 Spooky Stuff is coming on September 29, and comes with the stuff you need to plan and execute the perfect Spooky Party.

Transform your Sim’s home with ghoulishly fun decorations, including creepy paintings, spider webs, and all manner of tattered furniture. Want to temporarily (or… permanently) turn your Sim’s home into a creepy house of horrors? Go for it.

The Sims 4 Spooky Stuff includes two new gameplay objects: the mischievous Spooky Candy Bowl and a new Pumpkin Carving Station. Your Sims can make festive works of carved art, creating the jack-o-lantern of their dreams. And once they’re done, Ghost Sims can take a candle-lit pumpkin, put it on their head, and haunt up the night!

If you’re looking to throw a Spooky Party (a new type of party in The Sims 4 Spooky Stuff), you can do just that. Besides being able to decorate your Sim’s home with the new objects to set the eerie mood, there are also three new ghoulish recipes: an Eyeball Cheese Plate, Zombie Cake, and Spooky Cookies. You can even ask other Sims for party treats (though don’t be surprised if they play a trick on your Sim instead).

A variety of new costumes are also available to help make your party stand out, from Pirates and Ninjas to Super Llamas and Fairies, there are a bunch of great outfits for Sims young and old. Of course, these costumes aren’t restricted to use at Spooky Parties, either – if you want to dress your Sim like a Witch year-round, you can totally do that.

The Sims 4 Spooky Stuff releases worldwide on September 29 – are you excited to throw a party that everyone will be dying to attend?

People You May Know (Part 8)

Girl Meets World Fanfiction

Chapter 1 (X) Chapter 2 (X) Chapter 3 (X) Chapter 4 (X) Chapter 5 (X) Chapter 6 (X) Chapter 7 (X) Chapter 8 (X) Chapter 9 (X) Chapter 10 (X) Chapter 11 (X) Chapter 12 (X) Chapter 13 (X) Chapter 14 (X) Chapter 15 (X) Chapter 16 (X) Chapter 17 (X) Chapter 18 (X) Chapter (19) Chapter (20)

AU: She’s his tutor. He’s the star player of the lacrosse team and the most popular guy in school. They live in polar opposite worlds, but not in ones you might be used to with this kind of story. Riley Matthews has perfect parents who love one another unconditionally. She has a 4.5 GPA, is expecting to get accepted into an elite writing program for high school students at NYU this summer, and has friends who support her in every way possible. Lucas Friar lives in a world of secrets and lies. His parents are in the middle of a brutal divorce, his dad’s company is going bankrupt, he’s failing 11th Grade English, and his girlfriend is cheating on him with someone he cares about. When their worlds intersect, their lives are changed in ways they didn’t think were possible.

Summary: Lucas and his brother. Lucas and Topanga’s Bakery. Lucas, Riley, and cheesecake. Lucas and a phone call. 

Chapter 8: Let Me In 


When I was twelve, my brother and I made this pact with one another. It was around the time my mother started to get paranoid, angry, and distant. Which was followed by the time my father got loud, defensive, and angry. We promised each other that no matter how insane our parents got, we would stick together and face it with our heads held high. We would protect each other, the way brothers and best friends should. Well, as we got older things changed. We changed. I made myself busy with lacrosse and my friends to avoid my parents. Holden focused on academics and theatre. And our pact was forgotten.

“Hey,” Holden greeted me as he entered the kitchen. I was sitting at the counter working on an assignment that Riley had given me the day before. I was relieved that she had agreed to tutor me again, but she was definitely not going easy on me.

“Hey,” I muttered, not looking up from my paper.

“So, mom’s been hounding me about keeping dad out of the apartment. She’s getting the locks changed and everything,” Holden grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and came to sit next to me at the counter.

“Shocking,” I scoffed. When it came to talking about my parents, I had the very firm rule that I simply didn’t talk about them. They made the decision to drag their kids into their drama, but that didn’t mean I had to agree to it.

“Yeah, and she’s still serious about the blackmail. If he doesn’t sign the papers, she’s threatening to-”

“Can we not talk about our psychotic parents right now?” I snapped, slamming down the pencil on the counter.

Holden winced, but tried to act like everything was perfectly fine.

“Okay, then what do you want to talk about?” Holden asked cautiously.

Let’s talk about how you’re sneaking around with my girlfriend behind my back.

“Nothing. I want to talk about nothing.” I grabbed the Great Gatsby and flipped to a random page. I could practically feel Holden’s eyebrows furrow and his frown deepen.

“Well, I thought we could hang out. Eat the leftover Chinese food, plate Zombie Attackers III. You know, like we used to,” Holden suggested. 

“Can’t. Too much homework,” I mumbled. I could see his face fall at my rejection out of the corner of my eye. 

“Lucas, is something bothering you? You’ve seemed… different lately.”

“Yeah, well so have you,” I finally set my book down to glance up at my brother’s face. He still looked like the Holden I had always known; Golden hair, soulful eyes, strong build. But this person sitting in our kitchen, guilt-ridden and ashamed, was a stranger to me. 

“What are you talking about?” Holden questioned. I could tell he was worried about what I was going to say next. He was worried that I knew about him and Merritt.

I knew that the majority of my problems would be solved if I just told Holden that I knew about him and Merritt. But I couldn’t do it. Not yet anyways. Despite how hurt I was that he had been lying to me, I wanted him to be happy. And God knows that it’s been hard to be happy with my parents tearing at each other’s throats every two seconds. I could tell that he was in love with her. And I knew that he’d break things off with her if I confronted him about it. So I let them be. And on the other side of it all, if I broke up with Merritt… Well, that’s another issue that I wouldn’t dare touch at the moment. So at the expense of their happiness, I spared my own.   

“It doesn’t matter. I need some air. Tell mom I’m going out,” I gathered up my books, grabbed my backpack, and headed towards the door.

“Lucas, wait,” Holden stood up and I turned around to look at him. “Are we okay?”

Despite everything, he was still my brother. The one who kept me sane when my mother threw that vase at my father’s head at dinner when I was thirteen. The one who always made me laugh when my dad slammed his fists on the counter so hard that it made the plates in the cabinets shake. He had always been the strong one, even though he was younger than me. And that still meant something.

“Yeah, Holden. We’re fine.” With that, I walked out of our apartment and headed to the only place that felt like home lately.

Topanga’s Bakery was crowded when I walked through the door that afternoon. College students filled up the chairs and couches at the front of the bakery, a few kids from my high school were sitting at the counter eating some kind of chocolate-covered pastry, and the tables outside of the bakery were occupied by businessmen having a late afternoon coffee, chatting about their long day at the office. I walked in and started looking around for an empty seat.

“Lucas!” I turned around to see Mrs. Matthews carrying a piece of pie and a cup of coffee. “It’s good to see you again.”

“You too, Mrs. Matthews. You guys are busy today, huh?”

“It’s midterm week at the college. Kids come in here to guzzle down as much coffee as they can drink as they attempt to cram for their test. Or, you know, they avoid studying all together and just eat their weight in pastries and chat about the latest episode of the Walking Undead, or whatever it’s called,” Mrs. Matthews walked to the table that ordered the pastry and drink she was carrying and set it down.

“Well, do you need any help? It looks like you’re short staffed, and I don’t mind,” I offered. There was only one woman working behind the counter, and she looked just as overwhelmed as Mrs. Matthews did.

“Oh, that’s okay Lucas. We can’t really afford to pay anymore new staff members right now. But thank you for offering.”

“You don’t have to pay me. I’d be happy to do it.”

Mrs. Matthews looked up from fiddling with her apron and I could practically see the relief in her eyes.

“Are you sure? Because that would really help me out,” she admitted.

“Of course, Mrs. Matthews. I don’t mind at all,” I assured her, bending down to pick up a few napkins that had fallen on the floor near my feet. 

“Lucas, you are a godsend! Thank you! I’ll go get you an apron!” Mrs. Matthews shuffled off to the back and I started clearing off one of the tables near the window.

“Excuse me, sir? Can I get a…” one of the customers flagged me down at the front of the bakery. And so it began. 

The next few hours went by in a blur. I brought exhausted college students their large black coffees and sugar-filled pastries and successfully avoided thinking about my parents or Merritt and my brother. The last few customers were gathering up their things from their tables when Riley walked through the door.

“What are you doing?” she asked me. She had a book in her hands and headphones in her ears. I knew even before she said anything that she had been reading in the park for the past few hours. She had told me once that she liked to escape through fictional characters, the outdoors, and angsty rock bands when she wanted to get away from everything. Just like I was avoiding something, it looked like she was too.  

“Waiting tables. You know, it’s a lot harder than how they make it look on TV,” I slung the cloth towel I used to wipe the tables down over my shoulder and walked towards Riley. She didn’t look happy.

“Why?” Riley crossed her arms over her chest and tried to look tough. 

“Because your mom needed help and I was avoiding my family,” I admitted. I knew she didn’t want me around, but I needed to escape my life. And right now, this was the only place I could think of that I wanted to be.

“Lucas, I said I would tutor you, but-”

“We’re not friends. I know, I remember. You were brutally clear about that. But I’m not here for friendship. I’m here to work,” I smirked and grabbed a plate from one of the tables.

“Is my mom paying you?”

“Nope, I’m doing this because I wanted to. Your mom needed help and I needed a distraction.” I set the plate down on the counter, and hopped onto one of the stools. Riley looked up at me, took note of my tired expression, and sat down next to me.

“Is everything okay?” Her expression softened a little, but her guard was still up. 

“Well, let’s see. My mother is blackmailing my father for a divorce. My girlfriend is cheating on me with my brother. And I made the one person I really loved talking to, hate me. So, you know, I could be better,” I confessed, as I fiddled with one of the salt shakers and avoided Riley’s gaze.

“What? Merritt is cheating on you with Holden?” She turned to look at me, shock written all over her face.

“Yep. For about three months. Maybe longer,” I explained. I didn’t want her sympathy, but it was good to finally admit to someone everything that had been happening to me. 

“Why haven’t you said anything to them? Why haven’t you stopped it?”

“It’s complicated,” I stepped down from the stool and picked up the plate to bring to the sink it the back of the bakery.

“Lucas, you should really say something. I hate how Merritt gets to walk around all high and mighty like she’s the saint to end all saints, when really she-”

“Riley, Merritt’s been through a lot these past few years. I’m not saying that excuses what she’s doing. And maybe it’d be different if…” I trailed off as I started stacking clean plates in the cabinets above the sink.

“If what?” Riley hopped off of her stool and came over to join me behind the counter. I turned around to face her, and smiled sadly.

“If I was still in love with her.” I walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out two pieces of strawberry cheesecake. I put both pieces on a plate and headed over to set them on the coffee table. Riley smiled, rummaged behind the counter to get two forks, and joined me on the couch. I handed her a plate when she sat down.  

“Now, I know you’re not about to give me the wimpy piece,” she raised her eyebrows and looked at me expectantly. I smirked and raised my eyebrows right back at her. 

“Well, well. Did I finally find Riley Matthews’ weakness? Cheesecake?” 

“Please,” she scoffed. She looked down at her plate for a second, but then glanced right back up at me. “But seriously, switch pieces with me?” 

I smiled and handed her my plate. We sat in silence for a moment as we ate our dessert. With any other person, this silence might have been awkward, but with Riley, it felt completely natural. 

“I don’t hate you by the way,” she mentioned, as she put a forkful of cheesecake in her mouth. 

“It’s okay if you do. I’d hate me too,” I admitted, poking my cheesecake with my fork.  

“I just… I guess I don’t understand. What did you do that was so bad that you can’t tell me?” 

I wanted to tell her. I needed to tell her everything. I didn’t care if Merritt or her bully of a brother found out. I wanted Riley in my life and the only way to let that happen was to be honest wither her. 

“It’s not something I’m proud of… But last year I…” 

“Lucas?” Mrs. Matthews stepped out of her office in the back of the bakery. “Your phone’s been buzzing like crazy for the past few minutes. You might want to check it.” 

I sighed, and walked over to take my phone from Mrs. Matthews. 

“Thank you.” I glanced down at my phone. 17 missed calls. 23 text messages. My heart lurched in my throat. 

“What is it?” Riley set her plate down on the coffee table and turned to look at me. 

“I’m not sure yet,” I muttered. I scrolled through my phone until I found what I was looking for. “Hang on, there’s a voicemail.” 

“Lucas, it’s mom. I-I left my phone at home and the nice man at the front desk let me borrow his… I… No, I just want to see him! Why can’t I see him!? Lucas, it’s your brother. He’s… He’s been in a car accident. It’s bad, honey… It’s really bad. Come to the hospital as soon as you get this… No! I’m his mother, I have the right to-” the message ended and I slowly lowered the phone from my ear. 

“Lucas, what happened?” Riley moved from the couch to stand in front of me. 

“I-It’s my brother,” I whispered, barely able to say the words out loud. “He’s been in a car accident.”

I was suddenly twelve again and my brother and I were standing in our bedroom, making our pact. I was supposed to protect him. I was supposed to be there for him and I wasn’t. Everything was my fault. By being angry with my parents, I didn’t have time to spend with him and I pushed him to be with Merritt. I didn’t want to be around him after school today, so I pushed him into going out. I pushed him away. And I pushed him so hard that he got hurt. 

“Lucas.” Riley was talking, but I couldn’t hear her. I couldn’t hear or see or feel. All I could think about was brother. car accident. hospital. 

Riley came closer and I looked her in the eyes. I didn’t want to need anyone. I didn’t want to let the world in on the secret that Lucas Friar was human. That he could feel sad or confused or scared. But I knew now that I wanted her to know. So I let her reach up and pull me into a hug. I let myself hug her back. And I let myself feel vulnerable for the first time in a long time.