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so much as drained. I am on a placement for teaching at the moment and wont be back for another few weeks, BUT like this if I owe you
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I’m not necessarily dead
so much as drained. I am on a placement for teaching at the moment and wont be back for another few weeks, BUT like this if I owe you
I’m not necessarily dead
so much as drained. I am on a placement for teaching at the moment and wont be back for another few weeks, BUT like this if I owe you
I’m not necessarily dead
so much as drained. I am on a placement for teaching at the moment and wont be back for another few weeks, BUT like this if I owe you
I’m not necessarily dead
so much as drained. I am on a placement for teaching at the moment and wont be back for another few weeks, BUT like this if I owe you
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rp sentence starters - 5 w’s
WHO?
“ Who are you? “
“ Who are you really? “
“ Who was that? “
“ Who’s there? “
“ Who am I? “
“ Who cares? “
“ Who knows? “
WHAT?
“ What’s going on? “
“ What are you? “
“ What just happened? “
“ What do we do now? “
“ What are you doing here? “
“ What do you know about me? “
“ What do you know about them? “
“ What the hell? “
“ What happened to you? “
“ What happened to us? “
WHEN?
“ When did this happen? “
“ When did you get that bruise? “
“ When did all of this start? “
“ When are you going to start telling the truth? “
“ When did you first start lying to me? “
“ When can I see you again? “
“ When’s dinner? “
“ When are we gonna get there? “
WHERE?
“ Where am I? “
“ Where are we? “
“ Where are we going? “
“ Where are you going? “
“ Where have you been all this time? “
“ Where have I been? Uh… See… I can explain… “
“ Where were you when I needed you? “
WHY?
“ Why did you do that? “
“ Why are we doing this again? “
“ Why are you doing this? “
“ Why did you hit me? “
“ Why did you kill them? “
“ Why do you hate me? “
“ Why do you love me? “
“ Why don’t we ever talk anymore? “
“ Why do I love you? “
“ Why did you do something so stupid? “
“ Why are you up so late? “
Still looking for Riverdale RPers
Also is it just me or would jughead make a good teen Negan ?
shesthelivingdead :
dreamy shades of umber peered upon the man, his husky tone enabling EXHILARATING shivers throughout ash’s petite construct. she would never deny that the gentleman’s vocalization impressed her, but granting the compliment would only fuel that obnoxious ego. slowly, her DEVIOUS nbsp;tongue ran along her super lip and toothy grin as a hand made it’s way between his legs. the other gripped the collared stitching, forcing his grand form closer. TENSION coated everything. their heavy breathing. their undeniably ALLURING speech. but most importantly, their eye contact. the young woman was practically undressing him with those DECEITFUL doe pairs at this point. but actually providing his sexual release was off limits… at least for now. so, instead of snatching that delectable erection right from those jeans, she instead temptingly brushed her supple frames to his own before interrupting the TANTALIZING act with a seductively buttery statement.
❝ ━━ i do believe daddy owes his angel a tour… ❞
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Negan brushed her finger tips along her jaw line and moved to give her a kiss but she spoke before his lips could meet her’s. He rolled his tongue in his mouth and smirked a little, chuckling at how she knew exactly what words she should use to get out of this situation. But he would also respect any boundary she had right now, knowing it wouldn’t be long before those boundaries fell away. His hand remained where her jaw met her neck, but he moved his body away from her’s somewhat. “I do believe you’re right.” He whispered in a husky voice, leaning away from her and turning on his heels with a click of his right hand which was met with a clap of both hands. “WHERE to start!” He changes his demeanor to that of a man who owned these halls. He strolled off, trusting she would follow since she’d been the one to ask. Since they were near the new women’s quaters, his harem was probably the first logical stop, but he figured they could walk past and she’d figure out pretty quickly what it was. So the medical unit the next level down was probably their best place to start. “Here at Sanctuary, you can find many fine amenities, all which are available for a price, of course.” He says as they trot down the stairs together, men clearing the way as the two walked. “For example, we have found and ... procured the best doctors from the communities within our reach.” He says opening the door to their make shift doctors’ offices.
lxkewood-six :
“Do you even remember what happened? Do you even know? I doubt you do. I had a friend. When murders started happening she was killed because of me. It all started with this stupid video of us. It was all my fault. The night she died I was walking home. I had left to get my mind off of everything. Some kids jumped me. They gave me a pretty good scar.” she spoke and moved her hair back revealing the scar. “I cut my hair…. To prove them wrong. I cut my hair to become stronger and forget because the girl that was killed. She was my girlfriend. Now… You can get out your lesbian jokes now.” she scowled.
“I don’t know how to feel. I want to hate you and be mad and hit you… You’re my dad though. You’re all I have left. Besides Noah of course. Speaking of which, do you remember him? He was that nerdy horror boy that was always around me.” she chuckled slightly. “Back to what I was saying. You’re my dad and as mad as I want to be… I can’t be. God….. I can’t get that image out of my head. The sound of you hitting him over and over.” she shivered.
“I really am still having trouble understanding. What happened dad? Why would you become like this? Why are you hurting Daryl? Why…?” she mumbled. Of course she was concerned for Daryl. “Just tell me dad please.”
Negan felt his nails dig into one of his palms and knew there would be blood there in a moment. But hearing about how his daughter had been in danger... where the fuck had he been? Though he felt he knew the answer, and just didn’t want to admit it to himself. “Oh boo hoo. I’m sorry to hear about your partner darling. Truly.” He had no jokes, because it was none of his fucking business, he’d done that to himself. “You can hate me if you want. I get it. But if you really have to ask why, then I gotta wonder how the shit you made it this far. You gotta be in control or you get eat... by the living or the dead. When push comes to shove who would really be there for you if they had to be?” He hoped she wouldn’t say Rick, but he probably would receive such an answer.
He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to do. He felt like crying, but he truly didn’t want to in front of her. His eyes teared up regardless of this want though. “Ah fuck kid. No. I don’t deserve you around... I would love to have you here... but I know that’s not gonna work for you. Everything I’ve done. Tonight and those years back... I don’t deserve a kid like you. But I’m glad you’ve got Noah.” He felt it was the best choice. He hoped she didn’t assume this was easy, his heart was in his throat.
ruinofhumanity :
Iolai stopped when he stood in her way, staring daggers into the man. But with his apology in mind, she decided to back off. She took a step back and turned with a huff. The Fae sat down as Negan slipped out, voicing a loud scoff at the sound of the lock clicking into place. Once she was sure he had walked away Iolai rolled her eyes and finished her meal before setting out at a task.
She opened every window on the wall that could be opened, and whistled for any creature that could reach that level of the building. Little did Negan know, the bird she had spoken to the night before was instructed to watch the place, learn what he could, and to encourage others to do so. Three of them flittered up to Iolai at her call, and they all began to chirp away, telling her everything they could.
It seemed there was plenty to learn in one night. They told her about the underlings made to do the worst of the work in the building, the fence composed of the dead, the tradition of burning the faces of those who disobeyed Negan, and his wives. Iolai only questioned how the bird knew that’s what they were and she described to the Fae their matching dresses, just like the one Iolai still wore, and the fact that she had heard another man refer to them in such a manner.
Iolai didn’t care about his wives, mostly because she didn’t yet understand the implication of what that meant to Negan. What worried her was the fact that Negan had put her in their uniform.
The thought was disrupted by a knock at the door. Iolai hadn’t realized how much time had passed. She waved off the trio of birds, and crossed her arms as she sat back in her chair, looking to the door. “You’re the one who locked the door. I couldn’t let you in if I wanted to. Which I assure you, I don’t.”
Negan chuckled and let himself in, already appreciating her wit once more. “Hope you like it.” He says setting his peace offering on the table and looking over at all the open windows. “How are you feeling? Any better?” He didn’t know what he would do about her wish to venture off alone, but she’d made a good point about having offered her services. He didn’t want to, but he had to at least give her one shred of trust in this situation. “I’ve been thinking about your proposal. To leave on you own.” He begun, gesturing to see if he was allowed to take a seat. “I’m willing to allow it. But you have three days tops. If you’re not back by then I gotta think you’ve run, and well... with everything you know about this place, and the amount of enemies I seem to be accumulating... I can’t risk you fucking off.” He watches her curiously as she moves, his eyes forever pleased by the appearance of her heavenly wings. He had a momentary flash of them hanging above his bed on a rack, but he shook that image away almost immediately. A frown crossed his face, but he assumed it would be taken as irritation at her answer.
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Why Don’t I?
miserieah :
The place is like some kind of fucked up industrial candyland, and the people mulling around might as well be walkers themselves to Shane as he pads slowly inside, eyes darting around as he tries to quickly take it all in, to assess the threat. And the greatest threat of all is definitely the man himself. Shane’s never seen someone command a group of people, not with just a look like that.
“I don’t think- I’m buyin’ what you’re sellin’.” He says with a grunt as he stumbles into the infirmary.
Thankfully, his skull wasn’t cracked, and soon Dr. Carson had him laying on his back, ice packs pressed to the sides of his head, an IV in his arm.
“I must have seen-” He groans, “-fifty or sixty people. Mostly armed.” He lets out a shuddering breath and slowly opens his eyes again, looking up at the ceiling.
“They’re your people, and this is your place.” He smiles,
“A bunch of them- holding their pieces all wrong. Trust me. I’m a goddamn- certified instructor. Paid good money for the license.”
Negan was blankly listening to Shane talk, and noting the extensive work -and resources- the good doctor was aiding their patient with. The last part of Shane’s sentence however made Negan perk up a little and actually step inside to the take a seat. “A certified Instructor huh? For what? What did you instruct?” He wasn’t making any attempt to stifle his obvious motives for the sudden inquiry. He rests his arms on the back of the chair and takes note of Shane’s response.
“WELL! Sounds fucking useful! I don’t give a damn if you aren’t buying what I’m selling, because I’m not selling shit ! It’s real simple. You work for me, you get paid credits, you eat sleep and drink, you pay credits. Same as it has always been my friend, only this time the stakes are juuust a little bit higher.” He says motioning a shrinking space between his thumb and for finger.
the-youngest-woods :
“Let me understand this. You think I should explain?” she let out a chuckle and shook her head. “I’m not the one who just turned some guy into ground beef. I’m not the one who totally gave up a kid who spent most of her life taking care of her dying mother. I’m the one who is standing here in complete shock because I’m fucking confused.”
“Do you know how difficult it was being your kid. While you were being a fucking coach I was getting beaten up every single day. Then I’d come home to mom. I’d cover up my bruises and put on a smile for her while you were out fucking people who didn’t matter.”
“I was messed with every single day dad and you didn’t even care. You cared about your damn team more than your own kid. You wanna know why my hair is like this? I got sick and tired of being everyone’s punching bag so…. I cut it. Rick’s group found me dying. I was nearly beaten to death. They took me in and actually cared about me. I didn’t want them though. I wanted my dad but everyone always told me that he didn’t want me.” Her words were harsh but you could hear in her tone that she was about to break down.
At first his eyes narrowed and he felt his gut roll from under his leather jacket, up into his chest. He did not want to think about ... HER right now. Not after he -as his daughter eloquently put it- ‘turned some guy into ground beef.’ He swallow that feeling and tried to shake it off as she confirmed further who she was. HE knew the kids picked on her, but what exactly could he do? Any retaliation on his part would make her a snitch, and only make shit worse for her... he knew that, he’d seen it happen over and over at that fucking school. “So you cut your hair to make people stop picking on you? I don’t see how that’s related.” He didn’t want to talk about anything she had just said, not even the part about Rick’s group. Did she see that cunt as a father? Probably... could ne blame anyone but himself? Probably not. “Did I ever tell you I didn’t want you? No. Did I work my ass off to help pay for the roof of your head, clothes on your back, and bills from your mother? Hell yes I did. You think I didn’t care about you and those snot nosed kids at school? I sure as shit didn’t. Because you could take it. You were my kid, and you were one tough fucking cookie.” He didn’t intend for the rushed monologue to be spoken out loud, but once he’d started it was hard to stop the words. He winced and inhaled slowly, “I’m here now. So what are we gonna do?”
ruinofhumanity :
Iolai cast him a slight glare as he tried to refute her. She had her own plan for getting her belongings back, and it involved resting as much as she could in simple hopes of leaving the next day. As he continued, her brow furrowed, her feathers even began to rise. Finally she cut him off, her tone matching his in power, authority, and stubbornness.
“I’m not here to justify myself to you! I can leave this place whenever I damn well please! You have no idea what you’re meddling with here. You have no means of keeping me confined and no reason to try to defy me. I offered my help. If this is the gratitude I’m going to get, then perhaps I should leave!”
She stood so quickly that her chair fell backwards, and turned to storm out of the room. How dare he act this way? He didn’t own her, no one did! Iolai had to strongly consider how much she wanted to help these people, whether dealing with Negan was worth it or if she should go back to her solitude. Let Humanity destroy itself. She didn’t need to waste her time on them.
Negan’s brow raised and the hair’s on the back of his neck prickled as he felt a rush of excitement at delivery of her answer. When she stood, he did the same moments after, rushing to the door, leaning against it in her way with a sheepish grin on his helpless face. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, okay?” He says raising his hands with open palms to show he isn’t a threat to her. “Just, finish your meal, and I can leave you be in here. Okay?” He said deciding he should probably not stand between her and her only exit. He slipped out of the door and pinched the bridge of his nose, realizing she could very well be dangerous if she had so much fire and ...magic. -Fuck- He knew he had to stop playing games, she was clearly able to see right through it. He wasn’t keeping her on her toes, he was just starting to piss her off.
Locking the door behind him, he moved quickly to head for the armoury once more, looking at the ropes and chains they had he knew it was a bad idea to even consider trying to keep her here, but she was too great an asset to loose. He made his choices of chains, and ordered his men to prepare the shed where they kept their farm equipment for her containment, should he not succeed in winning her favour back when he approached her next. He trotted back over to the kitchen once he knew he was set for anything. Ordering a mud cake to be made he decided to give her a bit of time to enjoy her solitude. Once the cake had been made he headed on back up to see the Fairy, ignoring the questions he got from the few people brave enough to bother asking. Knocking on the door, he waited a moment before talking. “I brought you cake.” Was all he could think to say, and he frowned at himself for being that lame.