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With a dramatic roll of his eyes, Negan scoffed and stood, pulling Blaine to his feet as he rose. “Alright, ya fucking drama queen, let’s go.”
Blaine stumbled at the force Negan used to bring him to his feet. He glared at the older man, his personality telling him to not submit. “I don’t want to go back, Negan,” he hissed, eyes narrowing as he took a step forward.
my morals aren’t straight and neither am i.
Negan paused before shrugging. “Sure fuckin’ thing,” he said before promptly dropping Blaine into the wet grass below.
Blaine sucked in a breath as his finger dug into the moist dirt. He stayed on the ground and looked over his shoulder at Negan. “I didn’t mean drop me in the dirt,” he hissed angrily. With a huff of irritation, he rolled over and kicked his foot out, catching Negan in the shin.
“Son of a goddamned, bitch on a fuckin-” Negan dropped down onto his knees with a playful glare. He grabbed Blaine by the thighs and dragged the younger man across the ground, ignoring the growl of annoyance that left Blaine’s throat. He slid his hands up the redhead’s legs until they were pressed against the warm flesh under his shirt.
Blaine watched Negan silently, his expression flattening. He frowned slightly at the shivers caused by the contrast of heat between his stomach and Negan’s hands. “You’re not fucking me in this wet grass,” he said dryly.
I’m with you, not him |closed|
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Rarely ever was Blaine made to feel something other than contempt or annoyed amusement. Since the morning, he’d been in something akin to a haze of irritation; he’d let himself come to actually like Paul. How could he, now, when Paul wasn’t truly with them? He’d been almost tempted to ask fro Lucille, but couldn’t bring himself to even consider it.
Now, however, he felt a strange conflicting in his chest.
Or was that just the beating of his heart for once?
When their caravan was attacked, Blaine took it as a chance to release some of the frustration he felt. What he was not expecting, was for Paul to nearly die for him. Standing over the brunette, a panicked feeling officially settled in his chest at the sight of blood on Paul’s fingers. When the man attempted to speak, Blaine dropped to his knees beside him. “You fucking idiot,” he hissed and leaned forward to press his palm against the wound. “Why did you do that?”
Paul smiled despite the pain. Of course Blaine would get angry with him. His fingers moved to rest on Blaine’s. There was so much he wanted to say, but he wasn’t sure now was the time or place. He doubted he’d have the energy anyway. “Couldn’t let you get hurt,” he said weakly, “I..I may..not stand by Negan..but I stand by you Blaine. I’m sorry…” Paul finally passed out, the hand resting on Blaine’s falling to the side. The only proof he was still alive was his sharp, shallow breaths.
“Sir,” one of the Savior’s came up to them, “He needs medical attention. We can send a car back to Sanctuary with him while the rest of us get the tribute.”
“I may not stand with Negan, but I stand with you.”
That sounded suspiciously affectionate and sincere.
Blaine sucked in a breath and looked up at the Saviour addressing him. “Yes. He does,” Blaine said slowly, his hands never leaving their spot pressed against Paul’s wound He tilted his head. “If he dies on the way there. You will get a personal visit from Lucille.” Of course the man didn’t know that Lucille really meant Blaine.
i want to rp with you but i'm shy and Blaine is intimidating D:
DON’T BE SCAREDI am super nice, ya’ll. Listen, Blaine may not be a ball of sunshine, but I AM and I WILL AT LEAST TRY TO PLOT WITH YOU OKAY. i am open to ideas alright. just message me an what not, I won’t bite
psa on posting speed;
i am a slow roleplayer. not only do i get distracted easily, i get overwhelmed easily. sometimes i can’t talk and do drafts at the same time so i am sorry if i ignore your message. i am deliberate and methodical with every word choice. i like to spend my time on my writing and getting to that emotional level within myself to evoke a proper response with each reply. i’m not good at whipping out thread after thread. i never have been. i’m sorry if that’s the way you roleplay and i don’t match up, but i like to think the quality of the writing makes up for my lack of speed. thank you so much!
Regarding OCs: Treat them kindly.
First of all, we all started somewhere and belittling or berating someone’s creativity is bullshit and just plain cruel. I get that there are some OCs you don’t jive with and that’s cool, I’m selective just like everyone else, but that doesn’t give you or anyone else the right to talk shit about them. Remember those “embarrassing” times where you were a one-liner only OC that was probably something “generic” or “cliche” or even a “Gary/Mary-sue”? Yeah, Pepperidge farm remembers that shit honey. No one starts off with some immaculate and elaborate character design, plain and simple.
Instead of being rude or cruel, its better to offer advice as a “veteran” of writing. Give them tips to help them improve rather than tearing them down and making them feel bad or making them feel like they shouldn’t even try. Remember that one person when you were younger that you looked up to because holy shit their writing and style was amazing and you felt so happy just getting to read it? Or that person that wrote with you for the first time? Or maybe your friend that you started off with in general? Having those moments are imperative to a writer’s growth and if you get to be that person they look up to or the person that gave them a little advice is friggin’ great okay? It is an amazing thing and you could literally be helping them become the next nation wide known creator.
But you’d never know if they never had the aspiration or hope to become that if you just shoved their face in the ground.
Canon characters are someone’s OCs. These characters are created by someone, became big hits, and are now written by others because we enjoy them so much. But never forget that they are the creator’s original character.
So be kind. You don’t have to like someone’s OC, you don’t have to even interact with them or anything at all, they might not be your cup of tea. But that doesn’t give you the right to be a dick. Period.
send “mix tape” for my muse to make a list of 5 songs that they think explain how they feel for your muse
Negan paused before shrugging. “Sure fuckin’ thing,” he said before promptly dropping Blaine into the wet grass below.
Blaine sucked in a breath as his finger dug into the moist dirt. He stayed on the ground and looked over his shoulder at Negan. “I didn’t mean drop me in the dirt,” he hissed angrily. With a huff of irritation, he rolled over and kicked his foot out, catching Negan in the shin.
➺ (blitzkriegblaze)
Send ➺to find my muse badly wounded and bleeding after a battle. // Accepting
The day had gone from bad to worse.
The morning had started out awkward, even a little hostile between Paul and Blaine. The runner had almost expected to be thrown back in the cell for what he had revealed to the red head the previous night. Or worse, have a face to face meeting with Lucille. But neither of those things happened. He was still on the Tribute Run, and he was still breathing. Though he had been bumped back to the last car away from the redheaded man.
When the Savior’s caravan cut through the woods they had come across a roadblock. Along with an ambush of survivors. Paul caught a man trying to sneak up on Blaine when the redhead was distracted. The cost of saving the younger’s life was a knife in the ribs. The pain was blinding, and another Savior had to kill the assailant as Paul crumpled to the pavement.
The brunette clutched his side and could feel the blood seeping through his fingers. He wasn’t a doctor but he could he was bleeding pretty badly.. He felt someone standing over him,and he looked up to see Blaine standing there. Paul opened his mouth to say something, but a sputtering cough was all he could manage.
Rarely ever was Blaine made to feel something other than contempt or annoyed amusement. Since the morning, he’d been in something akin to a haze of irritation; he’d let himself come to actually like Paul. How could he, now, when Paul wasn’t truly with them? He’d been almost tempted to ask fro Lucille, but couldn’t bring himself to even consider it.
Now, however, he felt a strange conflicting in his chest.
Or was that just the beating of his heart for once?
When their caravan was attacked, Blaine took it as a chance to release some of the frustration he felt. What he was not expecting, was for Paul to nearly die for him. Standing over the brunette, a panicked feeling officially settled in his chest at the sight of blood on Paul’s fingers. When the man attempted to speak, Blaine dropped to his knees beside him. “You fucking idiot,” he hissed and leaned forward to press his palm against the wound. “Why did you do that?”
Negan leaned forward so he was closer to Blaine, placing their faces inches apart. He grinned wide and stared at Blaine for a long time. “Shit, you wanna fucking bet I can’t?” he challenged. “I could drag your ass all the way back to our goddamn room, no fucking problem.”
Blaine held Negan’s gaze for a few seconds, before abruptly twirling, and sprinting off in the opposite direction.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” Negan rolled his eyes before taking off after Blaine and promptly seized the shorter man from behind, lifting him from the ground.
Blaine struggled in Negan’s grasp, kicking his legs. “Put me down, Negan!” he growled, his fingers tight around the older man’s forearms.
I don’t play around that often;
(( When I do, i’m a ƒrєαк ))
So, you better believe I like it
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PSA: If we thread together, and especially if I really like your blog/character, I will flood your inbox with memes and asks, and I will want to turn each one of them into a thread.
But! If it ever gets to be too much, let me know! Or feel free to ignore ones that you think don’t have any potential. Or shoot me an ask telling me to calm down. I promise I’ll understand, especially if you have a thousand other threads with people, or aren’t on much, or don’t like me as much as I like you.
I know drafts can start to weigh a person down when they get too many, and I don’t ever want my partners to get overwhelmed. I just love threading with you! But please don’t ever feel like just because I send it, you have to answer.