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tara chambler, the walking dead. multifandom, oc and canon welcomed. loved by rowan.

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if i had time ( which i don’t. so many more muses are so much louder ) i will be over here. but also, tara is dead, and apparently she just wants to stay dead.  so that’s kind of hard also. ( also thinking about changing this for siddiq. but again don’t have enough time )

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wow i haven’t been over here in like forever. ( sorry for vanishing you guys. it’s been hard with a muse who hadn’t long died, and is hard to get her back into the swing of things. ) i’ll try to do better.  but also, just been blergh latey. ( last nights episode just had me bored to tears tbh. like, i never really invest in the villains of a tv show. they either change them and try to humanize them. ( or make them change their ways to keep them around. or kill them.  i never invest and care for the villains. but that’s just me personally. ) i’ll try to get to things, but i know i haven’t been around, so if you all want something new just hit me up.  for now, i’ll be over on my raven blog, getting things back to her peeps there.

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Reblog if you’re open to improvisational rp and just “winging it” with threads

Whether it’s the first interactions between the muses so the chemistry is still up in the air and it’s still unknown as to whether or not they’ll click before potential plotting, or the muses have too much minds of their own and run wild the moment you set them loose in a thread, plotting is hard and occasionally your pre-planned threads jump the track and go in totally different directions than anticipated thanks to the muses’ creative differences. Reblog this to let your rp partners know that you don’t mind simply jumping straight into in-character interactions and threads.

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I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.

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“ you’re not actually considering this. ”

her eyes look to him, before they were looking back in front of her, and then back to him. the smile appearing the last time she turned her head to face him. “why not? i know it’s dangerous, but it’s a little fun to. come on, when is the last time we actually did anything fun? and don’t tell me the time we played scissors, paper, rock. i assure you, that’s not fun at all.” she murmurs, her arms resting at her side, her weapon holstered on her hip. “what else do you purpose we do? we’re trapped here. might as well go down guns a-blazing, right?”

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angst & post-angst sentences.   feel free to change diction, pronouns, and the like around to make the sentences more suitable. these sentences are kept vague to imply but avoid mentioning specific triggers besides death—feel free to mention specifics in your ask.

“ don’t touch him! ”

“ please, don’t hurt _____! ”

“ i had nothing to do with that. ”

“ is this my fault? ”

“ you lied to me. ”

“ [name]? —oh, i’m hallucinating. ”

“ she’ll never hurt you again. ”

“ did you kill him? ”

“ you have to stop this. ”

“ it’s been weeks. is it not getting easier? ”

“ i just need to know that something’s real. ”

“ you can resist it. you have to. ”

“ i’m sorry, i thought i saw—… ”

“ every day you’re becoming more like her. ”

“ if i go, he’ll leave you alone. ”

“ you can’t tell ____ that i’m doing this. ”

“ we’re gonna see each other again, right? right? ”

“ she’s not you. ”

“ i can’t hurt him. ”

“ i don’t feel like the same person i was before it happened. ”

“ she’ll go through you to get to me. ”

“ it’s nothing personal. ”

“ you can’t expect me to believe nothing happened, not when you flinch everytime something touches you. ”

“ i thought you knew. ”

“ please, don’t trust me. ”

“ he was just a kid. ”

“ i need you more than you need me. ”

“ if you really wanted to help, you would leave. ”

“ i needed to make it stop. ”

“ do anything she says, don’t give her a reason to hurt you. ”

“ you really don’t remember. _____, you tried to kill me. ”

“ have you ever seen the life leave someone’s eyes? ”

“ i know you can’t talk about it, but i’m going to stay with you regardless. ”

“ hey, everything okay? [name]? [name]! ”

“ you died. ”

“ i deserved worse. ”

“ you never came. ”

“ you would’ve let me die. ”

“ beg. ”

“ the problem is you keep thinking i’m a good person. ”

“ it’s not about me, anymore. ”

“ please tell me he’s lying to me. ”

“ you’re not actually considering this. ”

“ look me in the eyes and say that again. ”

“ you have no right. ”

“ i don’t believe you. ”

“ i love you. i’m sorry. ”

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just a small headcanon thingy here.

but i think after tara lost alisha, and then came back and heard that denise was then dead. i think for tara to really get close to someone might be a little harder.

for alisha, i feel like tara would feel that she hadn’t done enough to protect her. considering she was hiding away, instead of fighting, she got scared of course, didn’t want to die, but she had split from her left her on her own and coward. so to tara, she holds a lot of grief over the fact, she played the tough girl act, but when it came down to it, she failed her.

with denise it’s a little different, because obviously she thought she would be safe while she was away. so when she came back, she just couldn’t believe it. she didn’t want to believe it. it crushed her, because she did love her, but she wasn’t there. so i think for tara to even get closer to another female is actually going to be realistically hard for her.

she would feel like she’s the one getting her girlfriend’s killed here, because two of them had died. it might not seem logical, but it’s a feeling that comes with loss.  tara is a confident person, but i feel like these losses, would just set her back. sure she flirts, but it won’t go beyond that. which in the end sucks, because tara does want to be loved, she does want what maggie and glenn have. 

but she’s too afraid that if she gets close to someone like that again, the person she does fall for, would end up dying. 

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@peacefulapostle -liked for a thing.

she wasn’t sure what was happening right now. granted she wasn’t paying any type of attention to anything going on around her. she was just the look out. making sure nothing tried anything funny while they were out getting supplies. “if i didn’t know any better. i’d say those two assholes, are doing this on purpose.” she murmurs, her eyes going to her partner right now, and then her head turned to look at the other two, before looking back into those blue eyes. “i think we’re being set up here.”

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carl and herself barely actually hung out together. she couldn’t recall a single conversation that she had with rick’s son. it saddened her really. after losing her niece, tara hadn’t been around kids a whole lot. perhaps that was herself subconsciously staying clear of them, not wanting to indulge in them. now here they were, both on the fence of alexandria, keeping an eye out for any hoard of walkers, or possibly survivors, though she wasn’t sure if they were taking anyone in. 

her eyes glance to carl though, seeing him with a weapon, reminded her of how unprepared her own family had been. megan wasn’t armed, neither was her sister. “did you ever think about following in your father’s footsteps? i mean, as in becoming sheriff?” she asks, small talk definitely wasn’t tara’s forty. nor was talking to a child, who was growing into a man more and more. rick had done good. she hoped he knew that. 

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after everything that happened with the governor as the rest of them here liked to call him, tara had found herself, watching the rest of them. maggie and glenn in particular really. her eyes moved toward rick though when she noticed him approaching. perhaps he needed her help with something, or he was just heading this way, because it was also where glenn and maggie were, just a little across the ways from where she was standing. “i don’t think i could ever find what they have.” she says to him. it sort of comes out really, she hadn’t meant for it to. “after seeing alisha die...how do you move on from that?” she asks, though her eyes were on maggie and glenn once more, but they moved toward rick, and she shook her head softly. “never mind. let’s just go do what it is we’re suppose to be doing. which is what?”

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i’m sorry to those that liked for a starter and are still waiting on those.

work has been hectic and draining, and i’ve just been so behind on everything.

rumor is next week might be our last week of work ( for like 3 weeks ) so hopefully i’ll be able to get to them.

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i’m sorry to those that liked for a starter and are still waiting on those.

work has been hectic and draining, and i’ve just been so behind on everything.

rumor is next week might be our last week of work ( for like 3 weeks ) so hopefully i’ll be able to get to them.

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i’m sorry to those that liked for a starter and are still waiting on those.

work has been hectic and draining, and i’ve just been so behind on everything.

rumor is next week might be our last week of work ( for like 3 weeks ) so hopefully i’ll be able to get to them.

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i’m sorry to those that liked for a starter and are still waiting on those.

work has been hectic and draining, and i’ve just been so behind on everything.

rumor is next week might be our last week of work ( for like 3 weeks ) so hopefully i’ll be able to get to them.

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I want more things on this blog. so like this if you'd like a small thing from Tara. ( though we all know they probably won't be small.)

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that moment when you remember that tara will never get to see rosita’s small child. she never got to play in the snow with everyone else.

she never got a gf who actually survived. 

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          FRESH FALLEN SNOW CRUNCHES BENEATH HER BOOTS.  stalled from another snowfall, they hadn’t wanted to risk getting caught in something worse.  weather was unpredictable, they didn’t exactly have the luxury of forecast channels these days.  it had only been a light snowfall, blizzards becoming less frequent the closer they were to spring but that didn’t mean anything.  it was always better to play it safe than sorry.

          she’s exhausted and all she wants is to get inside and collapse on the bed.  to unlace her boots and relax with a cup of hot cocoa.  ❝ i wish we could report something better.  everything was picked clean.  all of the stores on our side are picked clean. ❞  spoken with bitterness on her tongue.  she hates the whisperers and what they did, how they broke her by forcing her to lose another child.  she desperately wants revenge, to stick that alpha’s head on a stake just like she had done to henry.  ❝ sooner or later we’re going to either have to move somewhere else, far away from here or cross the border. ❞

the weather wasn't something tara was used to, but being bundled up was nicer than being cold she supposed. she was just glad that her people, had come back safely here. all of them looked exhausted, and tara wished she could do something for them all, but all she could do was offer them warmth and beds to sleep in, some hot cocoa and maybe some food if they were up for it. hearing that there was nothing out there, made her chest fall a little. the whisperers were taking everything, and soon, there would be nothing for them. "we'll figure something else out. come on, let's get you all inside, yeah? some fresh drinks and food are waiting for you." she whispers to her. she heard the bitterness in carol's voice, and tara didn't blame her for it. she had her reasons, and they were good enough reasons. the whisperers had killed henry. they killed others too, and tara still couldn't get over enid. it broke her knowing that children were not safe.

though apart of her knew it wasn't lydia's fault, she couldn't help the other half that still blamed her for it, for all of it. if they didn't keep her, maybe this wouldn't have happened. but she'd kept that to herself, not daring to have that conversation with anyone. hearing carol's words, her eyes looked over hilltop, knowing she was right. "we keep running until they  take over all the land? one by one?" she asks her, her voice soft though a question she knew was hard to answer. "ignore that. let's just get you inside."