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@2folklore-a
highly private and selective all female multi muse starring a majority of horror, crime, and apocalypse based characters. featuring the walking dead, criminal minds, scream, etc. by lisa, she/her. established 12/15/22.
heavily affiliated with brinaspells, saycred, scraem, and wolfehunt.
most characters are headcanon based and developed through writing, canon loosely followed. slides.
this blog is going to be getting a little makeover including a new url, aesthetic, and switching up some muses<333
update: here's to hoping i get my damn wifi back 🙃🫠
this blog is going to be getting a little makeover including a new url, aesthetic, and switching up some muses<333
ƒᥱᥲtᥙɾɩᥒɠ: @just-survive (liv) and @meeks-martin (mindy and chad).
“ if the killer is following a pattern, maybe we can figure out who’s next. ”
ᥴᥲꙆꙆɩᥒɠ: @just-survive.
“ we’ve been playing this game for two hours. ” liv lifts a brow while she tucks her faded pink hair behind her ear. “ we still haven’t re - dyed my hair and it’s seriously starting to look like shit. ” she flops down onto the couch, letting her limbs hang off the edge of the couch lazily. " can't we take a break to dye my hair and then we can put our detective caps back on to solve this? "
" pour mama another one, would ya- " jade eyes brighten in the neon lights reflecting in the mirror behind the bartender she'd claimed for a good hour, at least. she likes the way his cheeks flush red when she flirts, throwing a wink in his direction as she cradles a glass in the palm of her hand, balancing a cigarette between her fingers. it's so fucking fun, making them squirm. and a little fucking sad. he's cute, in a 'just got this job to fuck girls in an alley 'round back' kind of way. it's cuter, that he thinks he's got a chance with her. kendra's still smirking as she spots bela approach in the mirror- so she's not taken by surprise when her name reaches her. she does roll her eyes at the accent, which couldn't be more out of place here. " bela talbot, m'surprised you made it through the fucking door- " with a grin, she swivelled slightly in her seat, leaning with one arm over the back, holding up her chin as she held out her other hand for the bartender to fill the glass.
" places like this're like god's house 'round here. n'i'd've pegged you as a bursts into flames kinda demon fucker when you walk on holy ground. " vicious bite accompanies the press of her tongue in to her teeth as she quirked a brow at the other, drawing her hand back to throw her drink back, downing the whole shot with a hard swallow and sliding the glass back over, pointing at the man who's really more of a boy with two fingers, flicking them in the opposite direction. " fuck off, buddy. this's business. "
green eyes scan the patrons in the bar quickly, displeasure written across her features. eyebrows furrow further as she crosses the floor while actively ignoring those who made her the focus of their gaze. hair is tossed over her shoulder as she approaches kendra, a smile laced with her irritation graces lips before vanishing the moment she takes a seat next to kendra. bela eyes the bartender curiosly, realizing within a second that kendra is playing with the poor thing. if she weren't in this shithole, bela might've played too. maybe. if there was nothing she could get out of it besides amusement, it would depend strictly on her level of boredom. " this is your holy ground? that's a bit sad. mine is my bedroom when my silk sheets are swimming in money. " bright red nails tap on the top of the bartop rhythmically, the endless music lessens she was forced into as a child never leaving her completely.
bela grins as kendra shoos the bartender off, the theif briefly lifting her hand to wiggle her fingers as a goodbye. " don't be too disappointed, darling. you didn't have any resemblance of a chance to fulfill your back - alley fantasy to begin with. ciao. " she immediately side - eyes the woman next to her, eyebrow quirking. " you were that bored waiting for me? my apologies. " tongue runs along bottom lip as she shakes her head, smirk forming. " i had two of those collective pieces of shit on my tail for less than an hour before they lost me again two days ago. i have to commend them - their ability to lose me is unparalleled. "
fuck, she could use a good smack. just one right hook across the fuckin' jaw just to knock the sass outta her- but kendra'd be a bit of a hyprocrite if she did that. enid's sass is mid-level, at best. she's got a lot to learn before she can tussle with kendra and actually make her feel the sting of her bite. snorting, kendra rolled her eyes as she brushed passed enid, having finished fixing her collar. " wouldn't make much'ova difference, little shit doesn't hear a fuckin' word we say now. " smirk forms, the only indication that she's joking. kind've. truthfully, if parker can't fight back, he'd deserve it, as far as kendra's concerned. he's gotta learn to stand his own in this world. she's not always gonna be around to protect him. smirk becomes an amused smile as the same term is used by enid in reference to her son. she loves the boy, she does. but fuck if he didn't get the worst of kendra, balanced out only by the best of beau. " really? y'should try it, s'a fuckin' blast. " in her defence, she'd thrown a bottle at him, not a knife. and only because the fucker had nearly shot her. she told him not to touch her pistol until she'd taught him how to properly use it. he thought he was helping. kendra'd beg to differ. kicking at the rotting leg of another felled walker, kendra pursed her lips as turned slowly on her heel to face the kid. " you good? "
she scoffs, corners of her lips curling upwards as she shakes her head at kendra's comment as well as parker's inability to listen to anything either one of them says. " you have a point. he can't exactly miss what he never used. " eyebrow quirks before scrunching her freckled nose. " it's a little weird hearing it from his mother, but then again, you're you. " despite what one may think, enid has grown to feel rather comfortable around both kendra and parker in the time she's been with them. it's evident in the way her resistance to falling asleep has lessened . . . how she has begun to allow herself to be genuine in her smiles.
enid stifles a laugh, her hand resting on her hip while she shifts most of her weight to the same leg. " yeah he may have mentioned the bottle story. sounds like you were lucky you didn't lose an ear. " enid's soft laugh fills the air between them, the sound fading at kendra's simple question. when was the last time she was asked that? mouth opens to speak but she closes it just as quickly. she shrugs in response before straightening her jacket. " i mean, i'm alive. " enid pauses, a particular question she's been wanting to ask all week pushing its way to the forefront of her mind. " the world has been shit for awhile now, but it seems like it's always only been the two of you. " enid folds her arms, now unsure if she wants the answer. " are you gonna let me stay? "
𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. she answers a wrong number and starts talking with the killer who makes her play a game. 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚?
dead dash but thinking about how hershel greene's traveling pocket watch has been with glenn, maggie, and enid.
she got two little horns and they get me a little bit- monster hunter / hitwoman original character, selective and mutually exclusive. minors dni. by reign ( she/her, twenty7 ) - carrd.
𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑾𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 , @just-survive .
so , sue me . i didn’t want you to die .
there's more to it than that, this much he knows. call it the ever looming gut instinct — unable to stop himself from seeing beyond what people projected; always looking deeper into who they truly were. and enid — enid was just a kid, running — surviving; doing what they've all been trying to do from day one. ❝ you sure that's it? ❞ brows lift, his voice almost croaking from the dryness in his throat, the lump lodged and scratching against the sides. ❝ you don't owe me anything. you could've left me to die and kept going the way you're going. ❞ he knows how he felt — how all of them first felt upon entering alexandria. bittersweet. uneasy. after the horrors they'd seen — all they'd done just to get here, normalcy never seemed plausible — at least, not in this lifetime. ❝ so why? was it because you needed a sign? something that stops you from always running? ❞ he may not know her, may have only seen her in passing, but he knows enough, gathers they're more alike; in a way. heavy shoulders weighing them down, always having to keep pushing forward despite each loss that comes their way. her parents weren't around, and he can only guess they're exactly where his own are. ❝ at the beginning of all this, a good few months in i was out on a supply run. ran into some cowboy cop stuck in an army tank. ❞ merely shaking his head, eyes almost rolling as the edges of his lips twitch and curl. his head drops as his features soften. it felt like a lifetime ago now, a parallel universe to where they were now. ❝ it was rick — rick grimes. and you know, if i hadn't... if i hadn't stuck my neck out for him he would've died. he wouldn't have reunited with his family and truthfully i'd probably be dead already. i only got this far because of him. he never gave up and i think i get it now. or i try to, if not for myself — for my wife, my future kid. so i hold out hope, i think i'll always hold out hope. ❞ there was a lot more to it but the only thing that ever stayed the same was his outlook. a second chance.
❝ i think you want a reason to stay, but you're scared. i was too. ❞ until maggie shared the news and something inside him changed, something he couldn't quite explain but only spurred him to always push further. ❝ but maybe we don't have to fight it, yanno? maybe its ok after all of it to just... find a place that could feel like home, with people that care about you. ❞ he still remembers the very first night the group and him arrived — all of them unable to not sleep in the same room together, the feeling of being separated, even by a few measly steps (after all this time) it had them feeling unsettled. their guard still up, but lowering over time.
❝ why do you want to keep surviving out their on your own? aren't you tired of running, enid? because i am. ❞
walls of teenage angst have been high since her arrival at alexandria. enid felt like she didn't belong there - did she even deserve a place to feel safe? at this point, she didn't know. but what she said wasn't a lie - she didn't want him to die. but yeah, maybe there was a bit more to it.
as glenn speaks, brown eyes dart from the floor to meet his, the wind tossing strands of her messed hair. her brows are furrowed, hands grasping her backpack straps tightly. she's listening, trying to formulate a response in her head that kept the desperation for some kind of guidance locked inside. " or maybe i just meant what i said! i know how long you've been gone, so i know you must be thirsty. i've been there and it sucks. i didn't want you to die, so i gave you water. your walker-bait status would have increased exponentially without it. " she pivots on her heel to walk away, but his voice stops her. she doesn't need to look at him to sense his shift. it's a memory that to her, seems unpleasant, stressful. he seems fond of it. it takes her a moment, but she slowly turns to look back at him, her petite stature causing the top of her head to barely reach glenn's shoulder. she swallows, her eyes softening at the mention of his family - his baby with maggie. there's a sense of jealousy, though she won't admit it. despite the world they found themselves in, he's been able to find people to live for. meanwhile, she's been treating those around her as if they were already burning.
" alexandria is not reality, glenn. this - " she gestures to the world around them, before looking at the blood on both of their shoes. " this is what life is actually like. that's why i left all the time - i don't want to forget. i won't let myself. " casual confession of leaving alexandria's premises undetected is moved past quickly. " from the start, it was just me and my parents. the last thing they did before they were torn apart was lock me in the car to keep me safe. because they cared. so now i just ... i don't want anyone to care about me. " a lie and a truth. " that's just another reason people die. "
his question nearly makes her cry, but instead she stands taller. " of course i'm tired of running! of being - " alone. scared. unwilling to say it out loud, she shifts to kick a pinecone and watch until it stops rolling. " but i don't know how to do anything different. "
RANDOM QUESTION PROMPTS
as always, some triggering content may be present! change any pronouns to better suit your muse(s) needs!
why is it always my fault?
why do people call you that?
do you know anyone here?
how’s your wound?
are you worth a second chance?
after all we’ve been through, why?
when are you going to apologize to me?
you did this? for me?
will you promise me?
can’t you be on my side, just once?
what exactly do you do for a living?
do you even hear yourself?
sorry, what did you say?
did you mean what you said?
can i kiss you?
truth or dare?
are you comfortable?
what were they like?
what time do you want me to pick you up?
how can you say that to me?
how could you possibly think that was a good idea?
did you enjoy yourself?
why don’t you stay over?
why hire someone, when you can just do it yourself?
out of everything you could’ve said, why that?
do i know you?
you love me?
how old do you think i am?
why do they treat me like that?
have i ever given you bad advice?
do you want some company?
do you think last night was a mistake?
what are you in the mood for?
do i remind you of anyone?
where were you?
who did this to you?
can i have some cash?
tell me why i should believe a thing you say?
sorry, do you have the time?
why don’t you find out for yourself?
where do you think you’re going?
do you want one?
when am i ever wrong?
who do you think you are?
where are you going to go?
run that by me again?
i don’t know what to say?
can you kill?
why is it never your fault?
would you kill for it?
why did you do this to me?
can you be quiet?
what’s so funny?
why don’t you want to go home?
how are you so calm?
have we met before?
what was it like?
are you seriously asking me that right now?
what’s with the third degree?
you want me?
can you help me?
would you care for a dance?
are you sure you want to spend another night alone?
why do i have to apologize?
what am i supposed to do if you’re not here?
why would they do that?
do you want me to grab dinner?
can you help me bring these in?
how annoying can you be?
how do you think that makes me feel?
why didn’t you fight back?
what are you so afraid of?
can you tell me what happened?
you did this all by yourself?
how can i help you?
how do you sleep at night?
you’re sorry?
how do you keep a secret like that?
what’s going on?
we’re friends, right?
how about i take you home?
why won’t you just listen to me?
you wanna mess around?
what does that eleven mean?
when will you learn?
how could you even ask me something like that?
does it hurt?
why did you do it?
can you hear me?
do you have a ride home?
you’re afraid of the dark?
would you like to try?
why did you do that for me?
you really think i’m beautiful?
is it noticeable?
where did you get all that money?
where did you get this?
do you know what i did?
where did you go?
like what you see?
can i touch you? here?
how many people have you killed?
can i borrow your phone?
can you keep a secret?
do you want us to stop?
where have you been?
another round?
when’s the last time you had a full night’s rest?
do you really think that’s a good idea?
what does that have to do with anything?
have you eaten anything today?
why do you think you feel that way?
what happened to them?
what’s your problem?
you didn’t really think you were safe, did you?
have you come to apologize?
do you know who i am?
do you want to be alone?
bela has been sitting in her car, staring at the door to the absolute dive she was parked outside of for longer than she would've liked. she wonders if kendra's choice in bars was acting as a consequence of the deal she'd made at fourteen. kendra or kendra's choice in bars? who knows. either way, this was hell. she lets out an irritated groan while grabbing her gun off the passenger seat, opening her car door and slamming it shut in quick succession. placing the firearm into the holster on her hip, bela straightens out her leather jacket as the sound of her heels against pavement echo in the parking lot.
" kendra wolfe, as i live and breathe. " bela sits down next to @wolfehunt at the bar, deep breathe taken as she tries to ignore the loud, drunk patrons in the corner to her left. " would you vaporize if you went somewhere that wasn't a shithole? "
eyes linger on the knife as it's pulled from it's target, green hues trailing up to meet the gaze of a kid kendra had no intention in keeping. a stray picked up and begrudginly fed, and like all strays given a modicum of attention, it never left. she's young, but no one's really young in this world anymore, so kendra doesn't think much about her age. these days, you're either alive, or you're dead. " the fuck are you telling me for ? " she stares incredulously, rolling her eyes at teenage angst- this is why she didn't want kids. her son was trouble enough on his own, enid and parker together were a headache and a half. she'd take the mother of all hangovers over squabbling teens. " if he thinks he's better at it than you, prove he ain't- kid could use a scar or two. " hauling herself up to her feet, she dropped down off the rocky ledge she had sat herself down on, kicking the dead scattered around them, just 'cause. " just don't kill him, " kendra grinned as she came to stop in front of enid, reaching up to smooth out enid's collar as her eyes met the others. " he's ten : he thinks he knows everything. you know he doesn't, i know he doesn't, but he's a boy. and boy's are fucking idiots. "
enid side - eyes @wolfehunt, unsure why she expected an answer any different from the one she got. she's the complete opposite of the women she grew up around - both pre and post - apocalypse. she'd found kendra less than personable when they'd first met, her energy akin to a rock to the back of the head. and yet . . . enid was still here, and she wasn't leaving anytime soon. deadpanned, she stares at kendra, her tone of voice reflective of the expression still settled on her features. " y'know, i don't know. why did the world go to shit? i guess there are just some things we will never know. " enid turns away, hand raising to shield her eyes from the sun as she looks in the direction the walkers came from. satisfied with the silence, her shoulders slump and eyes roll as kendra's voice breaks it. teenager slowly spins on her heel to meet kendra's gaze, irritation quickly replaced by confusion. " so as long as i don't kill him, taking off an ear is totally fine? " eyebrow is quirked as the southern force walks towards her, a smile starting to tug at her lips as she feels her collar being straightened out. " well, i can't argue with you on that. " grin turns into a short laugh, enid looking up at kendra from beneath long lashes. " i don't make a habit out of throwing knives at ten - year - olds to scare them and knock their smartasses down a few notches, but you are raising a little shit. maybe i should reconsider. "
SUPERNATURAL | Bela Talbot
☞ for @spnwomenweek → day 1: skills / favorite character
scraem.
stubborn smile marks territory on mouth, prepared to hold her ground. “ why can’t we enjoy both at the same time? there’s literally nothing better. ” tara continues icing her cookie, looking up at liv through fluttering lashes. “ in fact: we should watch it tonight, liv. ”
liv reaches into one of the multitude of bowls filled to the brim with candy, eating a sour straw intended for the gingerbread houses that the girls hadn't even attempted yet. " the only pumpkins i've seen out still are rotting on someone's front porch. " liv can tell that she isn't winning the argument, so with a roll of her eyes and another bite of her sour straw, she holds her hands up. " okay, fine. but we're challenging our artistic abilities if we do. you in? "
scraem·.
“ nightmare before christmas is a christmas movie. it’s literally in the title. ” ☏ @just-survive·.
" tara, are you serious? " liv drops the cookie she's decorating back onto the plate, her eyebrow quirking. " shouldn't we be singing deck the halls or some shit? not this is halloween, where they sing about pumpkins screaming in the dead of night. "
