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hc + family

Benjamin had a large family. He was the fifth and last child of the Campbell clan and because of this, he was often the overlooked child. His mother was an addict, always trying to work the problem but never fully succeeding. His father always had a hard time trying to keep a steady job. Leah Campbell and Benjamin Campbell are the last remaining ones from their family. He was also bounced around between foster families so for him, "family" is a very vague term.

#Anonymous #answered #this sucks but im so like #bad with hcs

hc + crushes

Look, buddy, Benjamin and crushes do not go well together. He once had a crush on a girl in elementary school and when he told her in a handwritten valentine, she showed it to her friends and they all laughed and that shit spread like wildfire. He’s been emotionally scarred about that ever since and because of that, he’s very weary when it comes down to it. Even just admitting it to himself is hard so he tends to deny it.

#answered #Anonymous

campvbell:

the soft way his arms wrapped around her was too wispy, but despite how she seemed incredibly unaware of the world around her, of her brother’s silence and his unwillingness to breathe fresh air, these words were all caught in a filter called personality manipulation ( something she never did to him, if she could help it ), like a villain’s slithery power. leah was not a liar by nature, but she learned how to lie as a child. she learned to form herself to the room she was in so that if she stretched, she would cover each wall with a thinly spread portion of herself. she’d pretend to like movies in exchange for someone to stick their tongue down her throat in the bathroom.

she sighed, a happy, contented sigh. he said he missed her. tears stained her pale and rosy cheeks. it was too cold for crying like this, too close to winter. no matter the season, no matter the temperature, her brother was here. her arms finally slid away from him and she look the step back to look at him. he looked so much older. he was so much taller than her now. she took a long, deep breath, her shaking chest shuddering her breath out. “ i missed you, too, “ she said with a smile and teary eyes, the green in her eyes prominent because of the red rings around them. she whispered, ;“ i missed you. i can’t believe you’re here. “ a thousand questions were on the tip of her tongue, boiling up from her stomach and in her fingers, but she couldn’t bare any of the answers right now, so she was quiet about them. later, after she got to spend time with him.

but she did have to apologize. she carried the guilt with her. “ i’m sorry. i should have told you somewhere to meet me. i should have… looked more. “

As soon as he spoke up, allowed the words to flow out of him like butter on a hot skillet, he REGRETTED it — actually, truth be told, he’s not sure how to feel about it but regret had become second nature, instinctual. It wasn’t like it was a long slew of words that would shock the world, it was only three words, three simple words that more people should be saying these days. However, those three words were a lot more than Benjamin had spoken in the short part of a long while ( with, of course, the exception of that kid named Valen ). But that did no means dismiss the two years of silence, two years of being invisible to those around him and once more, here was his sister, coming back around into his life. It felt odd, felt like he didn’t DESERVE the attention he knew he was already receiving from her.

When Leah’s arms slowly slid away from his body, Benjamin found himself missing them being wrapped around him. There was something about a simple act of affection that gave Benjamin a warm feeling and he was confused as to how you could want something to end, yet when it actually does, wish for it to BEGIN AGAIN. But still, with the amount of space now growing between them, the young boy felt as though he could breathe again. There was still a tightness in his chest, but through it, he was able to move fresh air in and out of it. Benjamin could feel the subconscious upward tug of his lips as they formed into a smile, the very action feeling odd & unfamiliar. Eyes scanned his sister’s face, only now just seeing the resemblance between their mother and her. She looked the way their mother did before the drugs, in the pictures that packed the aging scrapbooks scattered in their house in a cluttered mess.

At the apology, Benjamin shook his head, completely dismissing it. From his point of view, there was literally NO reason for her to apologize. She did what she had to do in order to keep Benjamin alive. “Don’t worry about it. Honestly, it doesn’t matter. What matters is right now, not the past.”

#he needs that tho lets be real #the whole campbell clan needs love and affection #even though all of them are dead except for leah and ben #☣ ☼ ↠ CONVERSATION [ leah campbell ]

chcrmingkiller

send me HC+ anything and i’ll write a headcanon about my character involving it.

eg; HC + heights, HC + jewellry, etc.

#ask meme

jonathan-byers-remade

#☣ ☼ ↠ A LIFELESS FACE THAT YOU’LL SOON FORGET [ visage ]

thegreaserclub

Donnie Darko (2001)

#☣ ☼ ↠ I’VE DONE SOME THINGS THAT I CAN’T SPEAK OF [ musings ]

campvbell:

“ ben ? “ she whimpered, the first thing coming out of her mouth when she saw the boy before her. it was him. this was her brother. she suddenly couldn’t feel her fingers and toes, her feet moving on their own volition toward him to wrap him so completely in her arms that even if he didn’t want to be hugged, he’d still embrace it. she wasn’t someone who cried —- ever, but this time, she sobbed. “ oh, my god, are you real ? oh my god. oh, my god. ben. you’re taller ! “ she refused to let go because despite that she pulled away from the hug to look at him, she embraced him again. god, he had gotten so tall. maybe it was only a few inches, but she missed it. she never thought she’d miss seeing her brother grow. this was her only family left, her only brother. she whispered, a final time, “ oh my god. “ no matter how tightly to herself she held her little brother, he felt intangible, like he was going to slip out of her arms any second and disappear again like he were smoke and she would not be surprised if he had started up cigarettes. her machete lay on the ground a few feet away from her, a move she’d advise to never allow happen, but the shock and immediate rush of emotion screaming at her brain translated into dropping everything, fingers unable to grasp anything but the back of his shirt where she held him. finally. finally.

It happened in the blink of an eye, arms wrapping themselves around his body and the warmth of another canceling out a small portion of the cold. However, through the cracks, crevasses, and bareness, there was still winter air that PUSHED against his clothing, moving through swiftly. The hug was a shock, no doubt, but Benjamin still took comfort in it. While he was never one to hug people or even touch them in general, he knew that this was DIFFERENT. Although he didn’t know how to feel about it or how to properly react, something within him told him to ignore every thought he had against hugging her back and JUST DO IT — if he didn’t, she might let go and she might leave him again. A pair of arms gingerly wrapped themselves around the other, only his affection was much softer than hers, hardly there. It was light as a feather, something that he doubted she would notice, but it was there nonetheless. He put forth the effort, even though it was painful and uncomfortable for him to do. You’re taller. The words were odd to hear given the fact that since his sister, no one was ever around long enough to notice how tall he had grown. He had forgotten that he was merely fourteen when they were separated ; he was small, smaller than her. And now? Now, his chin almost reached the top of her head and he could rest it comfortably on there. Now, his lanky figure practically towered over his sister. His hand instinctively began to rub the small of her back in comforting circles, an action that even surprised him. Comforting people had never been a strong point of his but seeing his sister just seemed to bring out a different side of him. “I MISSED YOU,” the words were soft-spoken, but just like his hug, they were there. Just loud enough for her to hear, not loud enough to strain his voice to the point of cracking ( which, he sensed would come accompanied with a steady flow of tears— something he wanted to avoid as much as possible ).

#benjamin + an emotional situation = awkward #he just???#like???#how do you emotion???#benjamin sure doesn't know #☣ ☼ ↠ CONVERSATION [ leah campbell ]

campvbell:

leah had never been particularly afraid of PEOPLE. before the apocalypse, people were predictable. she knew which streets to avoid and which ones to walk down; she knew how tweakers and junkies looked, but also knew how to tell which ones were the ones that were carrying ( though, she never did much harder drugs than coke ). here, however, and starting two years ago, people were more dangerous. maybe this was the mentality that she’d not yet been bitten and had, in fact, been RAIDED and beaten by humans. she trusted no being, half of them unable to understand human emotion and the other half too selfish to. she looked out for herself and her brother and since he was gone, just herself. she swallowed thickly and chose the best of the options that were presented before her. if she turned the corner, she could be shot; if she ignored it, she could be raided again. there was NO WAY she would lose another kid to that. “ show yourself ! “ she yelled. “ i’m not gonna hurt you if you show yourself and put any guns you have down. “

RUN — the last word he heard from the only person left in the world that might possibly care for him. Her whereabouts: unknown ; her status: unknown. Everything was a mystery, just one GODDAMN enigma after the other. He moved from one problem to the next and he expected no less. After all, what was life without a plethora of problems that reached further than the horizons? When people told him to broaden his horizons, think bigger and better, all he could think about was how if he did that, his problems to solutions ratio would bounce way off track ( as if it already wasn’t off to begin with ). As a defense mechanism to all of this, Benjamin made himself so small, so quiet, almost to the point of INVISIBILITY. If it weren’t for the low whimpers and hushed crying at night, he would be sure that no one would ever notice him. Benjamin had little use, the only benefit of having him around being that his stealth and silence allowed him to reach his fullest potential with patrolling, and his willingness to lend a hand to others. If it weren’t for those two key components contributing to the system that they had, the good people of the medical center wouldn’t give two shits about him. However, it seemed as though the one skill he had wasn’t at its peak potential that day, which is how he found himself TRIPPING over the body. The smell hit him as he lingered over it, looking at its face with a grimace. It was silent, up until he heard the voice of another. FAMILIAR & RECOGNIZABLE — his eyes widened at it as he stepped out from the corner slowly, hands held above his head in surrender. “No gun,” He said quietly, eyes lingered over the figure of another in disbelief ( A GODDAMN LIE — the cool metal of the weapon pressing into his back ), though, he never allowed himself to look at her face.

#☣ ☼ ↠ CONVERSATION [ leah campbell ]

valenlaurent:

THE SOUND OF LEAVES crunching under their feet was the only thing that could be heard. the other didn’t seem like much of a talker, whether that be because of his near-death experience just moments before, or something else. Valen wasn’t one to pry, either way. Making conversation wasn’t a great skill of his, he only really cared to if he had an idea as to who the person was, if he was comfortable around them. He’d always been pretty quiet, regardless. Which was why being a hunter for his group served as the perfect job. No having to stress about socializing; being around people. situations came up quite frequently though, where he’d run into strangers while out on his runs. Right that moment was a perfect example. The silence was thick, and usually Valen would be basking in such a thing. But he found himself wanting to speak up. Such an unusual thing it was for him to be the one to initiate conversation, and he didn’t know what it was about this current situation that made him want to. He was helping the boy back home, right? It made sense to want to at least try and break the silence, right? “What’s your name? ‘M Valen.”

The boy — or rather Valen, was just as quiet as Benjamin. It was weird to see, but not rare enough to the point where had had never been faced with it. In the sparse times where he was stuck in a situation like that, he was always patient and he WAITED — just waited for the other to speak first. Sure, it gave him enormous amounts of anxiety but Benjamin never cared about that. It was rare that Benjamin didn’t do something because it would make him uncomfortable, surviving being a perfect example of this. He had KILLED, had blood on his hands and the souls of others taken at his will. Beneath the cold and soft exterior, Benjamin was just as hardened as everyone else, it just took more to bring that side of him out. However, when the other spoke up, Benjamin was surprised. He knew that eventually, he would talk, but he didn’t expect it to be so soon. For a moment, his mind raced through the plethora of names he had given to others over the past couple of years. He wasn't sure why, but the idea of telling someone his real name TERRIFIED him. He didn’t want to give others the chance to really know him, didn’t want to let them in. So he took a deep breath, finally settling on a decision. “My name’s Sam,” He replied softly. It was the most recent name he had used and he figured that he’d just stick with it.

#☣ ☼ ↠ CONVERSATION [ valen laurent ]

campvbell:

she was describing zombies to someone. this really wasn’t something that leah needed to do: everyone had seen one. but this kid, naive and probably also a pathological liar, said she’d never seen one before. maybe her parents had shielded her or maybe she was lying, but leah was having fun, anyway. she was good with kids, even if she decided to be good with them a little too late for her own family. “ yeah, they’re real bite-y, “ she described, a soft sardonic undertone. “ they use these guys. “ she gestured to each side of her top teeth. “ canines. because we’re naturally carnivores. “ the history lesson was cut short, however, when she heard a noise around the other end of the building. she pushed the girl behind her, realizing that was probably how she’d never seen one, and grabbed her machete, readying it so that she could stay pure.

( @benjamincampbell. )

TOUGH AND PERSISTENT — these were not the words used to describe Benjamin Campbell. Melancholy, unwanted, anthrophobic... those were better words. Those were the words that Benjamin was willing to tie himself down to, write them on a name tag and plaster across his face. It was within the tall, formidable walls of the V.A Medical Center that was supposed to be his new home. It was the place where he was supposed to lay down his defenses with the people that he was supposed to trust. However, Benjamin wasn’t ready to do that. He wasn’t ready to allow himself the time and space to relax, to let his shoulders slump or his breath steady. He had a habit of leaving things unfinished, specifically situations where conditions were good or better. It always frightened him, knowing that maybe there was a happy ending out there ( he feared happiness just as much as he craved it ). No matter how hard he STRIVED for greatness in his past life and in the current one, Benjamin would forever be destined to stand in his own way of happiness. Benjamin thought about this, evaluated his decisions and choices. His nose was frozen numb and his body was shaking. He was used to this weather, but he wasn’t used to having such thin layers of clothing ( only a long sleeve shirt and thin jacket ). As he neared the corner of the building, Benjamin looked around at his surroundings, vigilant eyes ( possibly from anxiety and paranoia ) watched carefully. However, as his eyes scanned the surroundings he forgot to mind where he was walking, and tripped over the body of a dead walker, the noise echoing through the air. FUCK, he thought to himself.

#☣ ☼ ↠ CONVERSATION [ leah campbell ]

sendameme

BOLD all that applies to your muse!

benjamincampbell-blog1

sendameme:

#☣ ☼ ↠ I’VE GOT MY MIND MADE UP THIS TIME [ development ]

wnq-movies

I think he’s very lonely. Lonelier than he lets on. Maybe lonelier than he even realizes.

The Royal Tenenbaums (2001), Dir. Wes Anderson (via catholicraised)

#☣ ☼ ↠ I’VE DONE SOME THINGS THAT I CAN’T SPEAK OF [ musings ]

venussnowdon

The Top 5 cutest people in Cheyenne?

“ Briar, cute as a button seriously pinch her cheeks she loves that then there’s Helena I mean have you seen her you just want to pick her up and protect her, then we also have Rory even though she bites and will fight, that kid that’s been running around Benjamin he is adorable as well and lastly let’s not forget Hector who is the prettiest princess in all the land honestly no one can take the crown away from him believe me I have tried.”

{ @bricrse , @broknlungs , @rorydamiani , @benjamincampbell , @hectorwynne }

#damn right benji's cute!!!#he's a fuckin' muffin and anyone who says otherwise is w r o n g #☣ ☼ ↠ PEOPLE TALKING WITHOUT SPEAKING [ mentions ]

valenlaurent:

TO VALEN, only idiots let people in so easily. Some people were so god damn trusting, still, even with all of the threats that lurked in this rotten world. Humans could be worse than the undead, it’d been a proven fact. And it riddled him completely how some still held complete hope and positive thinking when it came to the living. Humans could inflict a lot of pain if they wished. The undead, well, they were just doing the only thing they knew how to do. Eat, and eat and eat. They were dangerous too, get infected and you were a goner, simple as that. It was good to have your guard up, to not trust people upon first encounter. Trusting the wrong person could get you killed, and that was why it was so important to know the intentions of someone before allowing yourself to do so. The other began walking, generally glad that he was giving him a chance, Valen following his lead through the trees.

As silence overcame him once again, he could feel his heartbeat racing. It was pumping far beyond his chest, the anxiety overcoming him once again. He wasn’t used to people who just let him be, who didn’t make him talk. Benjamin was used to people who FORCED it upon him, threatened that if he didn’t speak then that meant he didn’t love them or care for them or they would kill him. That type of emotional manipulation had been something he grew accustomed to, a treatment that he expected for others. Being around this new guy was refreshing, but still, new situations gave him anxiety. No matter how good they were, they never failed to send his heart racing and his hands shaking. He began to wonder if maybe he did something wrong. Was that why the other was so silent? Benjamin wasn’t sure but it was killing him. At the same time, he took comfort in it and found it relaxing. It was a paradox in which Benjamin wished would go away, wished he would just decide on how to feel about it. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? He never knew how to feel, scared that what he was feeling wasn’t valid.

#☣ ☼ ↠ CONVERSATION [ valen laurent ]

thrlcydoyle:

In the same beat as pulling the other boy up to his feet, Harley can’t help but scrutinize him as the moon casts a light upon the two of them. How old is he? They don’t look that far from each other but if his behaviour isn’t enough to tell, Harley’s unsure of how to approach him without seeming… intimidating. Hadn’t he done that all on his own when he stabbed the reanimated corpse back to death? “I’m Harley.” It’s tentative, thought out very carefully before his own name passes his lips. He’s beginning to get used to introducing himself when it isn’t particularly necessary — a judgement that needed reevaluating. For now, Harley can only stand back half a step as he, himself, examines the other. No blood anywhere, though maybe that’s just the dark and his own eyes playing tricks on him. “That’s good.” He nods and does so again, looking behind his shoulder to meet the gaze of another oncoming walker. “It’s dark, we need to get you to a safer place. Do you have a safe place to go?” He hopes that he speaks this time, to reassure Harley that he’s alright enough to move. There’s no time to waste but he understands if he feels the need to sit; Harley wants time to sit too.

When he finally is up and his posture is as straight as it will ever get, Benjamin looks at the other, his main identifier being his height and his piercing blue eyes. Usually, with lighting like the one they had now, colors were dim and faded but the other boy’s eyes glowed like magical orbs. They were alluring and Benjamin caught himself staring much too long so he turned away. The offer of the name draws Benjamin’s attention back to the boy — Harley, as he says. The name sparks a memory for him, the vision of his father on his Harley Davidson with his matching shirt and black leather jacket. He should feel sad or angry that he lost him, but he can’t. Benjamin simply can’t feel anything for his late father and he HATES himself for it, hates that he has no feelings for him and that there’s only emptiness within him. He wants to introduce himself, but the growing lump in his throat makes him think otherwise, so he doesn’t. Instead, he just remains silent. The young boy can hear the approaching walker coming nearer, the dragging and moaning being a thing that automatically makes him feel uneasy ( as if he wasn’t uncomfortable enough ). Benjamin nods in agreement and then nods once more at the question. He had a place to go, a place he could consider safe.

#its totally ok bcs ur my queso heaux #☣ ☼ ↠ CONVERSATION [ harley doyle ]

brinmarix:

as the others hand landed in hers, she gripped it gently before letting it go. she didn’t know the other, and had no right to force him anywhere. slowly, she stepped away from the tree, gaze moving from the boy to the woods around them. she was disappointing in herself that she used a gun to kill one of those things, but there was no way she could get a knife into without harming the other. “do you have a name?” she questioned, voice gentle. “are you hurt?”

Wasting no time, Benjamin had already begun to take a few steps forward, determined to find his way back to camp. He knew the general direction, but beyond that, he was sort of lost. He was never good with surviving, let along having a sense of direction. In truth, it was honestly strange that he even survived as long as he did. Sullen eyes turned their attention back to the woman for a moment. There was an argument within his body; one side arguing to tell her his name, the other telling him to give a fake name. He took a deep breath, the latter seeming to be the better option seeing as how he didn’t really know her. “Samuel — Sam, actually,” He finally decided on. His voice still portrayed how unsure he was, caution still clearly woven into his brows.

#☣ ☼ ↠ CONVERSATION [ brinley finnley ]

southboundhqarchive

joaquin olivera dominguez & benjamin campbell aesthetic ( that astra didn’t ask for but i already did it so shhh )

cause i don’t care where you’ve been and i don’t care what you’ve seen we’re the ones who still believe

( @benjamincampbell )

#this is so pretty im in love w/ it & u???#and im laughing so hard bcs you decided to make this #but also crying bcs thinking about benny finally having a parent who cares is like????#too emotional #rip me #☣ ☼ ↠ TEMPTAG [ joaquin & benjamin ]#☣ ☼ ↠ IN RESTLESS DREAMS I WALKED ALONE [ aesthetics ]

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