cold throats.

we're only skin and bone. built    to    stand     alone. structures     of       defeat. ind. original character for amc's the walking dead. slow activity.    est. nov '16.

[gs-archive-blog]

in  this  story,    i  am  the   villain   because  i   swallowed honey   by  the  spoonful  to  keep   my heart   from  decay  until  my  teeth   rotted away ,    one  by  one  even  though  you   warned me   that  all  sweet things  in  life  come  with  an   a w f u l l y   heavy  price.   in  this  story  i  am   the villain   because  i   buried the remains   of  what  used  to  be  a   love sonnet   between  the  cracks  of  my  ribs  and  now  all  that’s  left  of  them  is   rot and ruin   and  every  time  i  cough,    i   choke up   blood.        ———  ©.

                              ind  and  sel.   multi muse   ft.  characters  from  various  fandoms.

[frayedhart-blog]

i love this blog sm and i love jo more than anything but i’m so terrible at keeping up with blogs??    and most people rarely pay attention to oc’s especially female one’s      (  oops ?  )      so i think,    since i’m revamping my multi that i’m gonna add jo on there and all replies will be shifted over to there just so that i can have better control over everything,    even tho i’d love to still have her on her own blog but yeah i just think it’ll be easier for me.    when my multi is officially revamped and up and running i’ll let you all know!

[frayedhart-blog]

stillcominback.

Eyes FOCUS on the woman, his jaw clenching and nostrils flaring just slightly – all necessary efforts in containment. When she asks that question, his chest tightens – flickering memories of the wife he LOST so long ago now. Sure, he’s moved on and opened his heart to another but he’s definitely not looking to draw attention in her direction. Rick glances downward to his now bare left hand, the one that once – not too long ago – wore a WEDDING band. Gaze returns to the woman in front of him, “– Used t’be.”

she watches the slight rise of his chest,    the way his gaze  DROPS  to a bare hand and her head tilts,    eyes  SQUINTING  as she studies him.    as he speaks,    there’s no controlling the  SMIRK  that spreads across her face as her teeth sink into her bottom lip.    she moves closer to the other,    voice still low and  TIMID.      ‘   same  here.   ’      her words are  BRIEF ,    barely audible.      ‘   she  die  BEFORE  all  of  this ,    or  AFTER ?   ’      there’s something about him that makes johanna want to know  EVERY DETAIL  of his life.    the heartaches and the losses.    what he’s  ENDURED  before and  DURING  this time.    she wants to know what makes the man ticks,    what really  IRKS  him.    she wants to crawl under his skin and tear him apart,    LIMB FROM LIMB  and make him suffer as much as she has.

[frayedhart-blog]

tornvirtue.

with a reluctant groan thea lets the vase slide out of her hand,  shattering onto the hardwood floor.  she looks at her mother with an irritated look and crosses the room to glance at another useless item.  ‘  it’s not about what we need.  we take half of their shit,  no matter what it is.  ’

‘   yeah,    HALF  their  shit.    meaning  we  take  USEFUL  shit.   ’      her jaw clenches,    eyes  SQUINTING  over at her daughter.    she doesn’t know  HOW  the pair got here ;    johanna wanting to  THROTTLE  theodora at any given chance.    she often wonders what happened to her  LITTLE GIRL  who used to look at her with such a  SPARKLE  in her eye.    now all she see’s is a  MONSTER.

[frayedhart-blog]

crimsonparched.

            ‘ y’know, i think we could actually be REALLY GOOD friends. just don’t tell anybody. last thing i need is everyone busting my fucking ass & asking me for favors. ’ lucille chugged the rest of the whiskey in her glass down, looking at johanna with a smile. ‘ i can trust you, right ?? you seem pretty trustworthy. ’

‘   so  being  your  friend  means  i  get  FAVOURS ,    huh ?   ’      there’s a  TWINKLE  in her eye,    the slightest of  SMIRKS  beginning to sweep across her face as hazel orbs stay locked on the woman across from her.      ‘   you  can  TRUST  me.    i  don’t  let  down  the  people  i  LIKE.   ’

[frayedhart-blog]

8hy:

here comes the memory i thought i had successfully suppressed

[settledsol]

I will gladly take the label of “bitch” and “problematic” for speaking my mind the same way any man would be admired and respected for doing.

Lauren Jauregui (via laate-night-talks)

[secretritual-blog]

She kissed demons and slept with ghosts because living with the dead felt more like home.

zoë perez

excerpt from “sleeping with ghost”.

(via sugarskinned)

[catestudies]

[frayedhart-blog]

you were just a girl, so ready for the world. but what life seemed to throw, wasn't what you had known.

now all you see is red, red, red.

[frayedhart-blog]

negcn.

          “So when you’re waiting for the next attack, you better stand, there’s no turning back.”

‘  you  know  that  i  don’t  back  down.    i  won’t  let  you  down.  ’

[frayedhart-blog]

lostfinger.

     MAYBE  SHE  shouldn’t  have  brought  this  up.  (  or  maybe  it’ll  be  good  to  talk  to  someone  about     it.  )  ❛  um…  i  don’t  know.  it’s  not  a  PRETTY  story.  ❜

her brow can’t help but  raise  in curiosity,    eyes soon squinting before lips are parting to speak.      ‘  i’ve  heard  some  pretty  gruesome  stories  in  my  time,    so  if  you’re  okay  talking  about  it...    i’m  here  to  listen.  ’

[frayedhart-blog]

boygray.

     ❛ you  shouldn’t  have  looked  at  that.  ❜  there  isn’t  any  anger  in  his  words  as  his  eyes  fall  on  the  open  sketch  book  —  his  sketchbook  —  in  front  of  them.  the  drawing  on  the  pale  page  was  as  a  bloody  scene,  a  vaguely  familiar looking  girl  the victim.  to  anyone  other  than  him  they  would  believe  the  scene  in  front  of  them  were  the  inner  workings  of  the  sandy-haired  boy  in  front  of  them;  but  that  wasn’t  the  TRUTH.  he  slowly  drew  the  book  from  the  other  and  closed  it,  tucking  it  under  his  arm.   ❛  it’s  not  what  you  think  —  not  that  you’ll  believe  me.  ❜

she’s  unsure  what to think as hazel orbs scan the work in front of her.    it was  hypnotizing,    something quite uncanny.    it intrigued her and of course her officer brain couldn’t help but  think  there was more behind this drawing then the other led on.    she knew people were  creative,    that they could pull the most innovative things out of  thin  air.    but there was something about his that made the hairs on the back of her neck  rise.    as the book is  pulled  from her fingertips,    a brow raises in curiosity,    head tilting slightly as her gaze lands on the boy.      ‘  why  don’t  you  try  me.  ’

[frayedhart-blog]

lostfinger.

     ❛  DID  I  ever  tell  you  about  the  st  johns?  ❜

‘  i  don’t  think  you  did...    wanna  tell  me  about  it?  ’

[frayedhart-blog]

crossesbow.

 “  ain’t  ever  gon’  kneel.  ”  he  spoke  with  calmness  in  his  tone.  there  was  a  strength  that  overcame  his  fears,  the  overwhelming  darkness  that  loomed  physically  and  mentally  whilst  he  sat  in  his  cell.  the  taunting  of  the  music,  looping  around  his  brain  as  the  image  of  abraham  and  glenn  did;  haunting  him  to  the  very  core  overwhelmed  him  with  guilt.  ultimately,  it  made  him  thirsty  for  revenge,  eager  to  keep  throwing  punches.  “  i  ain’t.  ”

her brow can’t help but cock,    arms fold across her chest as she leans against the door-frame,    a devilish smirk spreading across her face as she glances down at the man.    she had to give it to him that he was tougher then most people who got thrown in here,    johanna could now see why negan saw potential to him and why he was evident in keeping him alive.      ‘  never  said  you  had  to  kneel.    though,    when  negan  passes  you  do  kneel.    especially  if  you  want  to  keep  those  pretty  little  friends  of  yours  alive,    we  wouldn’t  want  anymore  blood  on  your  hands,    right?  ’

[frayedhart-blog]

dxlfinos.

He can tell just from her demeanour that she is not fine. He’s dealt with enough people feeling sick that he knows that she’s about to yack again. Rummaging through his bag, he pulled out a water bottle and offered it to her.  “Don’t worry, I haven’t drugged it.”

she watches the man rummage through his bag,    and her brow can’t help but raise in curiosity before she’s seeing a bottle of water emerge.      ‘  well,    i  wouldn’t  have  thought  that  had  you  not  put  it  in  my  head.  ’      her brows furrow as she shoots him a weird look before continuing to speak.      ‘  lucky  for  you  i’m  desperate  enough  to  drink  anything  right  now.  ’      she tries to let a chuckle escape her lips but it’s barely audible as she reaches for the bottle,    quickly unscrewing the cap as she quickly downs the liquid and it’s like heaven.

[frayedhart-blog]

devotcdson.

           josiah couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips at the female’s words before narrowing his eyes at her, seeing right through the lie she had told. ‘ or you’re merely teaching them not to mess around with the leader’s little boy because he already has eyes for someone else. ’ he said, the smirk covering his face becoming wider as his dark orbs watched johanna step closer to him & reached his hands over, placing them on her hips. they were out in public, anybody could see the both of them being all touchy, most of the saviors never really even paid attention, but some like dwight, liked to bring it back to negan. ‘ are you trying to start something you won’t be able to finish ?? because you can’t leave a man hanging around here. ’ the male teased, tugging her a bit closer so their bodies were somewhat touching.

she see’s the smirk on his face grow wider and soon she’s feeling the warmth of his hands against her hips and she’s sure her pulse has quickened from his touch.    she clears her throat,    gaze still locked on the man as her lips part to speak,    head tilting to her side.      ‘  oh,    really?    well,    she  must  be  one  lucky  girl  then.  ’      the smirk on her own face can’t help but grow wider,    fingertips still fiddling with the edge of his shirt and she knows she should stop.    that she should stand back so if anyone were to catch them they wouldn’t have to be suspicious of the two.    the last thing jo wanted was for the secret of her and negan’s son to get out,    or for negan himself to know.    but she can’t bare to pull back from him,    whether she’d admit it or not;    she missed his presence.      ‘  me?    start  something  i  can’t  finish?    you  must  have  me  confused  with  somebody  else.  ’      her brow kinks upwards,    hand smoothing out his shirt before both hands are sliding up his neck.