another kind of mercy.

JUST MURPHY ; CONVICT survivor & test subject DEAD MAN WALKING INDIE Z NATION CANON uncensored & select mature rp NOT SPOILER FREE!

[antiiviirus]

OOC; creeping on my new favorites to have on my dash, don't mind me, yo.

[rpmemeaholic]

Send me a word and I'll make an IC drabble or starter based on it.

[antiiviirus]

⁞⁅ damseliing ⁆⁞

        though her doubts remained, she   lowered            her weapon. though not exactly easy on the   eyes,   he            didn’t appear to pose any immediate threat.  no     more            than the z’s did, anyways. she offers him a slight shrug.

          ❛think i’d be happy to just roll out of  a  bed  nowadays.               and cheerleading? not that glamorous, anyways. they               don’t tell you how much pom poms make your hands               itch. but anyways, i’m buffy. you gotta name?❜

☣| — It was a lot better without something pointed at his head, but the whole twenty question game wasn't his favorite. "Oh the woes of being a popular teen." He would have rolled his eyes if he hasn't been trying to gain some kind of ground. "Buffy, that's cute. I'm Murphy." Shifting a little, he absently checked around, looking for some kind of sign as to if she was alone or not. "Now that we have the pleasantries out of the way, you think I can relax, since we're stuck in this house for the night?"

[antiiviirus]

OOC; i got old shit that i should do, but my brain  isn't working for them. so if we had a thing,   and you don't have a damn reply, it's not because i don't love you. it's because i'm lame.

[antiiviirus]

⁞⁅ hiscleaner ⁆⁞

        There was a long pause after she slipped it from his grasp, pushing it up under her already stained nose. She must have looked like rudolph, even if she tried to wipe up the mess. After a few weak sniffs, she gazed up at him from the cloth.           ’Hey, thanks.’

☣| — He watched her for a moment, swallowing back a strange feeling in his gut at the sight of blood. "Don't mention it. Really, don't. Ain't a big deal." Looking around, his eyes came back to her, and the mess of her face. "So now that you're cleaned up, I'm guessing you're going to be on your way." It wasn't exactly a question, or a statement, more so something in the middle.

[antiiviirus]

⁞⁅ damseliing ⁆⁞

          ❛are you… sure? i mean, i  know  this               is the apocalypse and everything, but               that   is   definitely    not   maybelline.❜

☣| — "Not all of us have the luck of rolling out of bed, looking like the head cheerleader. I think I'm fairing rather well, considering, but I promise you I'm not a walking corpse. I just blend in well." In the end he really wasn't sure what in the hell he was, human wasn't exactly the case anymore.

[lostherchill]

I want the K

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number 6: Gentle Peck

          traveling with the group again was an odd feeling. there was no             more mack, no more cassandra.  they dwindled to the five of them, and             truthfully she didn’t know how to feel about it.  she’d become shockingly             CLOSE to murphy.       it wasn’t something she’d ever openly admit. she             couldn’t even imagine his reaction to such a thing.  there she was doin’             the exact thing she told herself not to do anymore; get attached.             everyone had went to bed,    doc, after a few rounds of cheap liquor had             finally fallen asleep. leaving the savior of humanity and one of his many             guards left.           she wordlessly nodded to the infected man, her hand             bringing the full shotglass to her lips again.      the burn of whiskey was             warming whatever     whatever was LEFT of whoever she was.             their bodies were dangerously close to each other’s, and had she been             even remotely sober she would’ve pulled away at this point. long before             this point, actually.       he was INFECTED, and being in any way with him             would get her killed. she was tired though         tired of being alone, and             he was there. he didn’t pull away when she kissed him,  it was brief, far             briefer than either one of them would probably like. not enough to bring             the illness to her. her lips lingered for a moment before pulling away.             ”i      uh, i’m sorry,” realization came crashing in as to what she just did,             and she hoped to god there would be no sarcastic remark to follow.

[antihercine-blog]

I want the K

Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number

1;; hot, steamy kiss

                             ” F U C K   Y O U, “         The words came out with a burst of laughter,           as the woman shook her head, a small curl           of the lip forming a soft snarl that could be            easily mistaken for anger. Truthfully she           wasn’t, how could she be when she was            liquored up and around people who made           her feel like the world around them wasn’t           quite up in flames just yet. She tilted her           head at the man opposite, as her face           contorted to show him a small degree of           contempt.               ” I’m not a BAD kisser, just because                  you’ve had like seventy years of                                    practice, “

          She hadn’t played spin the bottle since she            was in middle school, and the scenario            had played out similar. A sleepover, an            honorary raiding of the liquor cabinet,            a game which ended in Fallon chucking            up homemade lasagna on her then crush.            This time she was hoping things would play             out a little DIFFERENTLY.

                               ” I’ll SHOW you, “          It’s not like she had a choice anyway, he’d been           the one the bottle had landed on. She leaned            forward, hand meeting the curve of his jaw, the           coarse hairs prickling her pale finger tips. The            elation of the kiss was almost instantaneous,           her lips melting against his as she cautiously           moved the soft red skin, quickly pushing further           against him. It was a battle of wits for a moment           or two, a brief notion that felt as though it spanned           far longer. The young woman relinquished victory           as a soft, unpermitted moan surfaced from the           depths of her throat, pulling away and regaining           her composure.                                 ” S E E ?? “

[antiiviirus]

⁞⁅ hiscleaner ⁆⁞

       ’I got a bloody nose, ng… I don’t want it on my shirt.’

☣| — Murphy furrowed his brows, "not like it'll make a big difference in the long run. But if you insist." He pulled out a handkerchief from his jacket, and held it up for her. "Clean as you're going to get." Kids were never his thing - ever.

[antiiviirus]

⁞⁅ damseliing ⁆⁞

☣| — "I'm not dead, do you mind not pointing that at me?"

[antiiviirus]

⁞⁅ trcpidation ⁆⁞

☣| — "You're kidding me, you drank that whole bottle?"

[antiiviirus]

⁞⁅ hiscleaner ⁆⁞

      ‘Can you help me with this?’

☣| — "What do you need help with, kid?"

[antiiviirus]

▒ starters? ❞

[antiiviirus]

Great,              I'm the one eyed king                                                         in the land of the blind.

[antiiviirus]

OOC; I'M ALIVE - mostly. i'll be trying to get to things that i owe here soon, because murphy is god. that and most of my muses are just not built for the zombie verses, even if they have them, where as my boy here is in the thick of it. so come at me.

[ingloriousmemes]

Who do you ship with my muse?

Bonus: Include why you like the ship!

[deorsumintenebris]

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