LITTLE GRIEF !

... ㅤ * ㅤ / ㅤ ᴴᴱ ㅤ ᵀᴿᴵᴱᴰ ㅤTO ㅤteach ㅤ𝚈𝙾𝚄ㅤ violence ㅤ , ㅤ𝙱𝚄𝚃 ㅤ you ㅤ CAME ㅤto ㅤ 𝚆𝙰𝚁 ㅤ with ㅤ ᴾᴱᴬᶜᴱ ㅤ ) ㅤ : ㅤ .

[20eight]

@ 20eight, is a private portrayal of the doe eyed & young fawn stuck close to it's mother's side ... ever loyal, even more so brave, but not in the way one expects. he does not bring thunder with his feet, nor the marching of soldiers, rather the soles of a diplomat bringing peace to the war room.

a ballad of breaking the chain, finding peace in a time of violence, grief and the monument it makes of the human body.

⁰¹‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ RULES.‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ ( wip )‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ ⁰²‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ MULTI. ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ ⁰³‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ SIDE BLOG.

he named you spike harris, a brutal instrument of violence ! you were crafted to kill ... yet your hands are wise beyond their years. you are not the anticipated ! you are the clash of lightning in a cloudless sky.

THE ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ RAGE ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ VIRUS‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ ?‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ IT ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ EATS.‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ FIRST ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ YOUR ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ VOICE.‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ THEN ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ YOUR ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ MEMORIES.‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ THEN ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ IT ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ WHISPERS.‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ LIKE ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ GOD.‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ OR ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ GUILT.‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ OR ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ JUST ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ HEAT.

(‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ …‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ )‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ :‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ / ‎ ‏‎

affiliated‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ with‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ :‏‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ ⁰¹ ‎ :‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎@gutsrot ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ …

:‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ credits‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ :‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ blog make over & psd‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ made‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ by‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ @gutsrot ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ but‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ mixed‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ from‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ ariapsds‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ !

[20eight]

like this 4 my discord or smthin, i wanna chit chat n plot.

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[20eight]

with the finite edge of a notched arrow head, spike lets the ammunition fly free into and through to the back of the skull of a walker— the bowstring whipping the inside of his wrist painfully as a shot with too much force behind it.

he hadn't realized how close the thing had gotten to the other boy until he severed the distance between the two adolescents, staring down at the walker's decaying face in favor of having to face the stranger, and explain what it was that a young child was doing out here—  alone.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ" ... you were almost food for that thing ... "

TO : @revnants' HENRY SUTTON ! FROM, SPIKE.

[20eight]

with a notched arrow, slender fingers instead of raising the bow— and aligning his sights with the unfamiliar woman—  lowers the offending weapon on sight of learning she was no walker. people were rare and while people could be bad, spike had learned that people could be good too.

the world outside of holy isle was a confusing, dangerous, and utterly terrifying place. yet this was the life that spike had chosen over returning to his people, and more importantly, to his father. potential death lurked around each and every corner, and yet he wasn't ready to go back—  wasn't ready to let go of his grief and face his rage.

" do you like apples? " spike offers, holding one out. his voice sounds loud in his own ears, having gone weeks without hearing it as the lumbering of the dead and their groans was the only sound he'd heard for a time now.

TO : @revnants' MAGGIE GREENE-RHEE ! FROM, SPIKE.

[20eight]

everything in my twd verse is pretty much the same as my canonic verse save that spike is born one year into the apocalypse, and the settings of holy isle have been moved to the southern-east united states, and that the baby isla helped deliver was from a bitten woman, not a fully infected/undead person. holy isle is still a cult btw, spike still doesn't know what a cell phone is, and doesn't get many if any pop culture references.

[20eight]

twelve years old— nowhere near a man— even his own people wanted his father to wait before he stepped foot outside their walls, and took on the hordes that waited outside their small island community. but his father was too ambitious, and spike only wanted to see him proud.

the small boy had come a long way since then in such a short time; losing both mother and his reason to return to the holy island. he'd rather brave a walker, than brave his father and to what end would he go, before ultimately returning to the people who raised him?

spike frowns to himself as he tends to a small fire, aware the flame would attract the attention of walkers nearby, but choosing to take those odds than face the cold and darkness that would not only hinder him, but leave him blind.

TO : @revnants' RICK GRIMES ! FROM, SPIKE.

[20eight]

fresh new starter call, this time i'm actually gonna write 'em. multis please specify for whomst you'd like the starter written for !

[20eight]

when spike is younger than judith grimes ............. when he's younger than rj grimes ................

[20eight]

fresh new starter call, this time i'm actually gonna write 'em. multis please specify for whomst you'd like the starter written for !

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄.    (  an updated collection of  lyric + action prompts originating from the works of grandson.  mature themes present: politics, violence, drug use, etc. feel free to adjust as desired.  )

money isn't always what it seems.

i love you, i'm trying.

it's more fun to be unaware.

one false move, you're a kennedy.

my ego follows me wherever i go.

aren't you fed up yet?

it isn't that much, but it's a good start.

i spent my last dollar on a motherfucking cab.

they lie about some greater good.

the drugs don't work anymore.

there's a cold wind blowing... i'm just warning & preparing you.

i've got a secret i need you to keep.

my heart keeps fucking up the motherfucking plan.

nobody really cared, so it never really mattered.

i wanna feel something, 'cause all that i got is nothing.

get down on the ground, don't even make a sound.

tell me what you're trying to hide.

i was try'na feel like a rockstar.

now presenting: a horror story or a happy ending.

i'm still trying to find my identity.

you don't have to hurt anymore, didn't you hear? the war's over.

i thought it would all be great when i got older.

how do you get in the mind-state to kill?

try to wash my hands, i'm never gonna get them clean.

i was living in the moment, searching for a little serotonin.

do you have enough love in your heart to get your hands dirty?

i became a version of myself i don't like.

you have been forewarned.

we are not alone ... can you keep a secret?

i just wanna fuck my hand up through the wall.

i trust my feelings & then i still get burned.

do you love your neighbor? is it in your nature?

i've been living on the run, now.

you don't wanna get that much closer.

guess that i'm stuck with this shit.

we might not make it 'til the morning.

they made up a reason behind closed doors.

is this what you wanted?

i'm just trying to get used to these changes.

i've got nothing to say.

if i speak too loud, then my voice might crack.

don't know how i'm gonna take much more.

how the hell is everybody on autopilot? they make it look so easy.

everybody knows somebody with something to hide.

look at how we've all grown up fast.

i never get to sleep at night.

i just wanna be optimistic.

beg me for forgiveness.

i never thought it'd come to this.

this isn't as fun as they claimed it'd be.

i got my bags packed & i'm ready to go.

i'm done playing games, so i'm going down in flames.

we made this bed, i guess that we lie in it.

everything's exhausting.

i'm pathetic, i know.

we both know i'm lying.

what's the point in fighting for a happy ever after?

self-sabotage is the only way to find clarity.

tell me, what's your life worth?

is there anybody out there that's paying attention?

i'll be back with the setting sun.

don't even hiccup, or i'm emptying a round.

it never really mattered, so it never really happened.

i gotta get out of this town somehow.

it's too late for me, i should've learned earlier.

just color in the lines, & you'll get it like they promised.

maybe someday all this will make sense.

if i could switch on a count of three, i would do it. but i'm stuck here with me.

took the shit to numb the pain, but it came with side effects.

step one, gotta find a way to get the fuck out of bed.

the bad's been slowly getting worse.

the people aren't happy.

i'm homesick, & i miss my mama.

i was getting high in the bathroom.

i'm watching everybody i grew up with move on.

how many last chances will i get?

shout into the void, & the void shouts back.

tried medication & therapy, it only seems to help temporarily.

i wish there was someone else i could be.

i think it's time for a change.

i'm sick of being underrated.

idle hands are the devil's best friend.

thinking about it, i get whiplash.

tell me, what's the point in living in a world so unforgiving?

i never meant to hurt nobody.

i'm sick of this pretend alternative.

if i had only one call, would you pick up?

what's a dead end to a dead man walking?

every day, every night, i would trade it in a heartbeat.

look me in my eyes, tell me everything's not fine.

everybody's fake & they won't quit talking.

i know i should face it, but i'm running.

i'm isolated & overstimulated at the same time.

i need a savior, but if not me, who?

the hole in my soul keeps wracking up debt.

my life's falling apart, but i love it.

maybe just ignore it, it'll go away.

i'm done playing games.

the day the youth might listen is the day the youth grows old.

speak now or hold your breath.

on the day that i lie still, i'll still have taxes & i'll still have bills.

tell me one damn thing i don't already know.

nobody from back in the day can get ahold of me now.

what's the point of living without you?

i don't like who i'm becoming.

beg me for mercy, admit you were toxic.

how much can i ask for before you walk out that door?

these thrills feel hollow. i'm so obsessed with success.

i think about it, & i get whiplash.

better step back from that open door.

i want it so bad, it takes all control of me.

i made a best friend out of the skeleton in the closet.

i don't know how to heal myself. shit, i don't even know if i'm still myself.

when you're gone i'm back to blue.

i don't know why i'm running away.

will this ever be enough?

the shot was loud & the flash so bright.

i just wanna be a rockstar with a million people following.

i always end up back up at the start.

give me a reason to believe you.

give me one reason i shouldn't go & end your life.

guess i gotta die to get my celebration.

i couldn't do nothing, i never saw it coming.

SCENARIOS / ACTIONS.

in a sudden outburst of anger, sender draws a weapon on receiver.

sender & receiver, strapped for cash, decide to commit a robbery.

during a struggle over a weapon, one muse is gravely injured.

our muses have an emotional fight stemming from jealousy.

sender shows up at receiver's house unannounced, looking haggard.

our muses slip away from a gathering to smoke a joint.

sender approaches a bedrotting receiver, begging them to get up.

sender comes back to enact revenge upon receiver.

our muses speed down the highway with flashing lights in the rearview mirror.

sender finds receiver dangerously wasted at a party.

sender is discovered by receiver in a state of extreme agitation.

sender intends to assassinate receiver, & enacts their plan.

receiver finds sender sitting at a rainy bus stop, alone.

one muse owes the other money, & they come to collect.

[1anonyymous1]

“ur so quiet” thanks i do not want to talk to you

[kimahri-deactivated20190927]

What’s it like to have a good father

[nowhites]

a what

[20eight]

wait till i hit yall with the walking dead verse :3c

[20eight]

my blog was made pretty by rhode (my dad) @gutsrot

[gutsrot]

hi‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ , ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ jamie‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ loves‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ his‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ son‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ spike‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ @20eight ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎‏‎ ‎ ...

[20eight]

meanwhile spike just the standing emoji @ his dad

[rbcages]

how are you so quiet about it? your sadness i mean. how do you hold it in your chest, in your eyes, in your teeth without letting it speak; how does it stay still?

[fullmoonsarchive2]

blog roll: FULLMOONS *YOU ARE HERE, HALFLAMB, 20EIGHT, & GAREIS.