son of a bitch

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[howesheir]

Ooc

((so i had hoped that after i left my job and before my cross country move i’d have more time to post but!! Obviously not haha but me and @adangertothegroup should be back shortly, our road trip starts today! would love to thread or meme with some of you when we’re back ; w; ))

[howesheir]

❝ I am with you because you let me be with you. ❞

CONTENT WARNING: suicide mention

That wasn’t what Nick had wanted to say. It was as obvious from the look on his face as it was from the hesitation in his voice. Luke couldn’t look Nick in the eye as he heard the correct version in his head.

“I’m with you because you made me be with you.”

Luke let out a sigh. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.” The words took too much energy to say, but he had to say them nonetheless. Before everything went to shit, he had seen things that worried him in Nick. Fear set in after a few dark jokes, and when Nick started to drink like that…he knew that boy didn’t want to live.

Luke had only done what a good friend would do, but he couldn’t help but feel bad when Nick brought it up. Luke had forced a lot on his friend in the process of trying to keep him alive. That stupid brewery plan came up first and foremost. A last-ditch effort to give Nick something to live for—besides their friendship. Luke needed to give him something tangible, but after everything it seemed it didn’t matter .

Nick was still alive, even after everything had gone to hell. Even after the loss of his mother…even after the loss of his Uncle Pete. But there was so much emotional pain—it was practically hanging in the air. Luke kept forcing Nick not to give up every step along the way…but was that the best choice? Everything was absolute shit and they were just struggling day to day. If Nick wanted to give up…was he really in the wrong?

Luke kept his gaze on his own hands—but never really looked at them. If Nick wanted to give up at this point—if Luke walked in on him with a rope around his neck or a gun to his throat…would he even try to stop it?

Looking Nick in the eye was a mistake: one look at those broken blue eyes stung the back of Luke’s throat. Tears he didn’t want to talk about welled up and fell, sobs never quite came to fruitiion but they threated to run loose in his body. Nick, shocked at the sudden emotional response from Luke rushed to comfort him, and that somehow made it even worse

No, Luke wouldn’t try to stop him. At this point, he’d probably envy the bastard for getting away from this damned reality. But that truth hurt so much more than anything he’d experience so far.

[rpmemeswagon]

                         * . ✧ CROOKED KINGDOM ✧ . *

                                                - STARTERS -

❝ I would have come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you. ❞ ❝ We never stop fighting. ❞ ❝ You don’t ask for forgiveness. You earn it. ❞ ❝ When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway. ❞ ❝ Fear is a phoenix. You can watch it burn a thousand times and still it will return. ❞ ❝ Let’s not say things we don’t mean, my love. ❞ ❝ And that was what destroyed you in the end: the longing for something you could never have. ❞ ❝ Meeting you was a disaster. ❞ ❝ You are a tidal wave. You’re a stampede. You are overwhelming. ❞ ❝ How many times have you told me you’re a monster? So be a monster. ❞ ❝ I don’t hold a grudge. I cradle it. I coddle it. ❞ ❝ You don’t look like a monster. ❞ ❝ Suffering is like anything else. Live with it long enough, you learn to like the taste. ❞ ❝ I have been made to protect you. Even in death, I will find a way. ❞ ❝ You’re weak because you’re afraid of people seeing your weakness. You’re letting shame decide who you are. ❞ ❝ You probably bartered your way out of the womb. ❞ ❝ You can only sharpen a blade so far. In the end, it comes down to the quality of the metal. ❞ ❝ They don’t know who we are. Not really. ❞ ❝ Let’s go show them they picked the wrong damn fight. ❞ ❝ Sometimes, the only way to get justice is to take it for yourself. ❞ ❝ But if you couldn’t open a door, you just had to make a new one. ❞ ❝ I’ve been nothing but kind to you. ❞ ❝ How about I push you in the canal and we see if you know how to swim? ❞ ❝ Before you finish that sentence, I want you to think about what a promise from me costs and what you’re willing to pay for it. ❞ ❝ No matter the height of the mountain, the climbing is the same. ❞ ❝ We can endure all kinds of pain. It’s shame that eats men whole. ❞ ❝ I think you’d flirt with a date palm if it would pay you any attention. ❞ ❝ When fear arrives, something is about to happen. ❞ ❝ I just don’t get it. I’ve spent my whole life hiding the things I can’t do. Why run from the amazing things you can do? ❞ ❝ How many rules have you broken since you met me? How many laws? ❞ ❝ You don’t win by running one game. ❞ ❝ You take the action where you find it. ❞ ❝ We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. ❞ ❝ What you want and what the world needs are not always in accord. ❞ ❝ I suppose you’ve got your future all figured out? ❞ ❝ I am with you because you let me be with you. ❞

[howesheir]

"I wake up and I realize you’re not there."

Luke had heard Pete and Nick leaving, had woken up for only a moment in response. Everything that had happened the night before left Luke exhausted—that little girl was something else. He couldn’t say he had been happy that she had stolen from them, but she had the guts to make it in this terrible world.

Thoughts like this had kept Luke from sleeping most of the night, and it seemed that just as he was getting to sleep Pete was letting him know that him and Nick were taking Clementine to the river to check for fish. A groan, a nod, it was all he could manage.

It wasn’t until he was awoken by a stressed Carlos that he realized that something had gone wrong. The group had been due back for a while now.

The lack of sleep and the stress from this news mingled in Luke’s stomach as the weight of the situation hit him. He had to stay positive, but there was a nagging feeling of loss in back of his mind.

Opting to go check the river was the first thing out of his mouth. Carlos, of course, thought it was a bad idea. Luke didn’t care. Alvin decided to go with him, but he would’ve gone alone had he not. He couldn’t lose him like this. After everything—every fucking thing—he refused to lose Nick like this. He couldn’t just be gone without a trace.

The river was a mess, walkers and dead bodies everywhere. He should’ve been happy to not see anyone from the group…but the heavy weight of stress in his stomach mixed with the smell of blood and rotting flesh only proved to weigh him down. He wasted precious moments throwing up at the river bank—his head spinning from the whole situation.

Luke refused to let the thought that Nick was gone settle in his thoughts, but he felt like it was true. He was bracing himself for it long before Alvin brought it up. It just couldn’t end like this. No, they’d get back to the cabin and talk with Carlos—make a goddamned plan to find them.

[adangertothegroup-blog]

You dropped ur spaget

[howesheir]

Nick had the sink running when the door opened behind him. He was just trying to get some kind of balance in the temperature, when he had mental crisis of whether or not that would help. Warm water vs cold, he was positive Pete had lectured him about this the last time he was hurt. He was sure, every time before that he’d said something too. It was only when he was looking in to the mirror to see Luke that he tried to take control of his own expression–he didn’t need to look like he was about to lose his shit and cry, because he wasn’t. He was over that for the day. He didn’t answer Luke’s first question and had no intention of answering anything else, but when he touched his wound and he winced away, he expected this guy to be mad with him. He seemed upset with him to begin with. When he wasn’t, and persisted in trying to clean it; this guy couldn’t have been all that bad, because that’s exactly what Pete would do, time and again. It’s when people started grabbing him and forcing the help that he was unable to trust them in the slightest. “I..” Nick frowned and cleared his throat. “I’m fine…couldn’t even feel it out in that rain…so,” he moved his arm out, gently trying to push this man away from him. Trying to let him know it wasn’t any of his goddamn business–he supposed neither was it his, having picked up his wallet and checking its contents, but Luke only knew half of that story and he wasn’t about to indulge him in useless conjecture no one asked for. So he kept his mouth shut tight, which wasn’t a thin line but more of a curve, and the silence that followed his earlier statement was far too long. He held his hand up from before, and his movements were slow but he was hoping this Luke guy would stay at least a foot away from him and than some while he tried to make sense of the buzzing in his head. “Jus’,” he paused, whispering a small swear and tilting his head just a little from pain before he continued. “let me be, man. This ain’t…nothin’.”

Luke frowned, thinking about leaving the poor kid alone. But he knew this kind of wound--knew what the context of it was. It’d be different if he had realized it was there: if he had bumped his head and knew. But it surprised him...it just reminded Luke of something his father would do to him. Maybe he was wrong. He hoped he was wrong. But in the off-chance this guy was getting hurt by someone he loved... “You’ll be fine, I know, I know. But maybe I dropped my wallet so we could meet....maybe so I could help, y’know?” Luke reached once more, surprised when his touch was met with a sigh instead of resistance. Dabbing his temple gently, Luke couldn’t help but let out a sigh. 

“Listen...people don’t hurt the ones they love. Not, like this.” His voice was quiet, a little shaky. “I dunno what’s goin’ on...jus’ keep that in mind?” Luke had high hopes for what he was going to say but, there he went stuttering and being unsure of himself. Was it even his place? 

“I,” a slight chuckle rolled off of Luke’s lips, and he couldn’t help but move away slightly from the man before him, “still never caught a name? I’m Luke. In case you missed it.” 

[howesheir]

((So the epic store has s3 and 4 on sale!! And we haven’t played either so i guess thats what we’re doing today!!))

[adangertothegroup-blog]

You dropped ur spaget

[howesheir]

Nick had been determined to leave–to get out of this guys hair and business. Anyone who was worried enough about the rain to shield themselves from it was in too much of a comfortable position to bother with someone like him. He couldn’t name two times he’d ever willingly brought an umbrella with him, and he wasn’t about to place any of his own negativity on someone who could afford to worry about themselves. He had been determined. Had been. But the hand on his shoulder made him stop. It shut him down. It stopped the nagging in his head; everything had stopped, and that prolonged moment out in the rain felt like hours had gone by. A minute at most, which would have been awkward for anyone. But silence was never awkward for him. He let his arms drop gently to his sides as he allowed for this man–Luke, he remembered–to lead him away. He supposed it didn’t matter, though. He kept to himself, staring down at the ground. He couldn’t help but think of all the trouble he was causing for the poor people working at this coffee shop who would have to mop up after him. Everywhere he went, this is all he could think about. Who was he disappointing? Who was he creating more work for? It felt like there was a fog around him, and it only started to clear up after they were sat down and Luke was talking to him again–when did they sit down?–but he still couldn’t bring himself to speak. The throbbing in his head was worsening by the moment now that the cold rain wasn’t satiating the wound anymore. So he stared, down at the drink he hadn’t wanted, in company he didn’t agree to. Water drops fell to the table and into his drink; one after the other, and he wondered when he got so dizzy. He was getting better at ignoring that kind of thing every day, ignoring all of it. So he focused instead on the water, now forming small puddles, swirling with red. Nick frowned. He gently reached up just as another drop fell, and pressed maybe a little too hard where he guessed the open wound was. With a small involuntary noise, he raised his other hand and removed the towel off his head and onto the table–onto the evidence he wanted to avoid, a conversation he didn’t wish to have, things he didn’t want to explain. He got up rather quickly to visit the restroom, though he was positive before he even got a chance to look at it that there was no way he’d be able to hide this from This Guy or Uncle Pete. He was fucked. He let out a frustrated sigh as he leaned forward, trying to catch even a glimpse of what was going on with this stupid cut, swearing gently as he not so gently moved his hair out of the way.

Was this guy really going to just ignore him and stand up and walk away? Luke couldn’t believe this. He was dumbfounded to see this man not only just completely  disregard that he had been speaking words at him, but to just get up like that? He supposed that guy just needed to piss but would it have really been that hard to just say so? 

Luke couldn’t keep himself from muttering a “damn” after the man left, looking down at the untouched hot chocolate and the puddle of rain water that was next to it. It didn’t take him long to realize that water had some red in it. Perplexed, he looked toward the bathroom. Blood?

In a second, Luke decided he was going to check up on the guy. He didn’t seem like he had a nosebleed when he left, so where was he bleeding from? Was he going to be ok? With a slight smile to the barista at the counter, Luke walked to the bathroom, opening the door without a moment’s hesitation. 

Yeah, that was blood. Looking in the mirror at his guest, it was obvious that he had some kind of wound on his temple. There was blood running down his face at this point--this wasn’t a tiny wound. “What the hell happened?” His voice was small, and he took action to immediately wet a copious amount of paper towels in an attempt to help his guest stop that bleeding.  With a slight smile, Luke reached up and dabbed at the obvious seeping wound with his wad of wet and cold paper towels. “I can...go ‘n get you somethin’ to cover this with...they gotta have a first aid kit in th’ back.” He slowly turned his gaze from the wound to Nick’s eyes, furrowing his eyebrows as he thought about what would cause a wound like this. “Someone hit you?” With something?

[adangertothegroup-blog]

You dropped ur spaget

[howesheir]

Unbelievable. It was such a bad day today; with all the tension back at home, he was hoping he could’ve gotten away for a while. Got away from all the yelling, all the accusations and physical objects thrown around. The last thing he wanted was to watch some asshole, oblivious to everyone in the world around him, drop something–his damn wallet–and be responsible for someone else’s lost item. He shouldn’t have to do this, he wasn’t at home playing a game of animal crossing…but at least the weather was nice. After he’d picked it up, he was disappointed in himself; just as Uncle Pete was, just like his damn father, and dear Linda. They were all disappointed in him, and now he was too. But he flipped it open to check its contents–a drivers license, the mans name was Luke Carver. A credit card stuffed into one of the slips with a different first name on it, along with about a thousand other cards. Gift cards or membership cards, and loose change in the main part. A few cards there too, and some cash. This guy would be lost without this damn messy thing. He didn’t want to resign to taking this item back to it’s owner when all he had set out to do was catch a cold. And he was soaked, freezing even. But this is what he wanted, on most days. To succumb to the elements. To let the rain rinse him from the thoughts burned into his head, to wash all the negativity away–but also still to just succumb to the elements. He wanted that damn cold. He sighed, knowing the nearest police station was farther than he was willing to walk for a stupid wallet, and pursued the man who dropped it. He spent so much damn time contemplating what to do he’d almost lost him. And he was positive this would end quickly, well, maybe sure was a better word. Five seconds of courage allowed him to speak up, which all in itself was a rare occurrence for Nick with strangers. He just knew that he was unlucky enough to have seen him drop it, so in the end, if it came down to it he’d just throw the damn thing at him and book it. But he turned around, and Nick averted his eyes just a bit to avoid any accidental contact. He made sure that this guy knew it was his wallet, though. Shove it in his face for a better look, he’d better take it and not say ‘oh that cant be mine’. “I…think you dropped this.” Humble, was all Nick could think of him before the man took what was rightfully his. He turned on his heel and left in the opposite direction. Maybe he’d go to the park–he was sure Uncle Pete would find him no matter where he went, but he especially hated looking in the park. And it’s not that he wanted to give him a hard time, he just didn’t want to go back home. But he frowned, hearing heavy footsteps behind him and an eager voice. Really? This guy was going to give him a hard time, when all he wanted was to find a nice wet spot in the park to call his grave? He sighed, the rain had created enough chill to show his breath. He held himself as opposed to pocketing his hands, which he normally would have done. But he regarded the man for a moment, before frowning again. “It..it’s fine. You don’t have’ta make it up to me or nothin’, jus’..whatever.” Nick shrugged, hoping to avoid any more conversation. He turned away once more.

Luke frowned, thinking that maybe he should just drop it and let this guy continue his walk in the damn downpour. He had decided to let him leave, but found himself reaching out and placing a hand on his shoulder. He paused for a long moment, thinking about how he had just decided to not do that, before smiling and holding out his umbrella to the stranger. “If you ain’t busy, let’s git.”  The nice man had refused his umbrella, so he used it to protect himself from the rain once more--against his own better judgement, he led this stranger down the street and into a cozy, warm coffee shop that he often frequented. After standing in line and deciding that this guy really really didn’t want to talk with him, Luke ordered a coffee for himself and a hot chocolate for him. He ushered Nick to sit down as they waited for their drinks to be brought out to them.

“So...ya mind sharin’ your name?” Luke offered a small smile, leaning forward on the table slightly. The silence that followed left Luke feeling anxious, and he couldn’t help but let out a long sigh as their barista deposited their drinks. A few hand towels were also placed on the table, for the boy’s dripping black hair, Luke supposed. “Here.” Luke, against his better judgement, shifted to stand slightly and lean over the table. He took one of the towels and unfolded it, letting it come to rest gentle over the top of his head. “Better?” He knew this guy had spoken words at him--he couldn’t have been mute. Maybe if he kept talking he would respond? With another sigh, Luke took his over sized coffee mug in both hands, letting them warm up just a little. Staring at his whipped cream, Luke wondered what he had gotten himself into. 

[omidisweartogod]

Season 2 Episode 2: 

The hardest decision yet

[howesheir]

8 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER.  // repost, don’t reblog.

one / name / alias. kai (he/him) <3 two /  birthday. june 6th three / zodiac sign. gemini four /  height. 5′7 five  /  hobbies. videogames, writing, knitting,  i make resin jewelry in my free time! six /  favourite colors. i dyed my hair purple and it became my fav color, i also like mint seven / favourite books. i too, love warriors!! but dreamcatcher by stephen king is my top tier fav eight  /  last song listened to. pine six string by the haunted windchimes  nine  /  last film watched. hunchback of notre dame because of frollo’s sexy chin ten  /  inspiration for muse. when season 2 first came out i was like, wow kumo look how fucking cute these two boyfriends are, why don’t we rp them because they’re /hot/ and at the time we were rping as omid and christa too? so we held down three-four rp blogs each and then life sucked so hard and we left the fandom because of it...and now we’re back because self-care is rping as hot boys right?? real talk tho: i saw so much potential for luke’s character and was really hoping ttg wouldn’t do him dirty eleven  / dream job. uhm, importer? full-time resin artist? japanese/english translator? big dreams my dudes twelve  / meaning behind your url. because stupid idiot me was hell bent on believing that carver was luke’s dad because there are reasons to believe so (old gifset of mine) and i was begging for some kind of villian arc for luke or something...but then i couldn’t finish playing s2 and just ended up being stuck with that headcanon deeply embedded into my luke muse lol so howesheir is just that he’s the heir to the place cuz his papi was carver. however, my FIRST luke url was gayassfarmboy and i will not be taking any questions on that one

tagged by: @crackinthewhip

tagging: UHM whomstever the fuck would like to <3

[howesheir]

❝is this seat saved for anyone?❞ - carver

There was no doubt, with a voice so utterly terrifying, who it’s owner was. Yes, the seat had be saved for Nick, but he couldn’t say that now. He looked up at Carver as he sat down, faking a small smile. “‘Course, for you.” 

[crackinthewhip]

✱ (-rubs hands together-)

Manhandling symbol starters

✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way

“Y’ got five seconds t’ get outta the way—- !?!”

His words trail off as he feels fingers grip his hips, slowly guiding him to the side. Luke’s face is smug, like he somehow predicted exactly how Troy would react. The bastard! Trying to bring down the sense of embarrassment flushing his cheeks, Troy narrows his eyes and gives Luke a shoulder shove. “The fuck do you think you’re doin’!?” he demands, trying to keep the stammer from his voice. 

He’ll admit - that caught him off-guard.

[howesheir]

Luke couldn’t keep that stupid grin from his lips as he watched Troy struggle with keeping his cool. “Hey now--” A laugh escaped as Troy pushed him, and he placed his hands up to show his innocence in this situation. “I was jus’ makin’ it so we weren’t in each other’s way, tha’s all!” Luke couldn’t help but chuckle again as he shook his head. Knowing that Troy was so affected by such a small gesture made him want to do things like this more.  “An’, seein’ that you’re back in my way...” Luke dared to reach again to Troy, pressing his fingers into his hips once more to shift him gently to the side. With that dopey grin on his face, he decided to head on to his destination, before Troy decked him for daring to touch him once more. 

[howesheir]

give- A hug to use them as a pillow.

The cabin was cozy–it was nice having rooms and comfortable beds to sleep in. Sometimes Pete would sleep downstairs on one of the couches, and when he did, Luke always found his way into Nick’s room. Playing a late night board game and sleeping next to one another just made it feel like old times–like they were kids again. Like everything was alright. 

Sure, they cuddled some nights. …most nights. It was comforting and they needed every comfort they could get to stay sane in a world like this. Sometimes, like tonight, Nick would lay his head down on Luke’s chest. Was it overly intimate? Hell yeah it was. But Luke couldn’t help but enjoy the pressure each and every time.

He moved a hand up to Nick’s face, absently running his fingers through Nick’s hair. It wasn’t long until Nick’s whole body relaxed, and he drifted off into a light sleep. 

Luke wouldn’t give this up for the world. To have a bubble like this, where they could relax and recharge together, it was everything to him. Placing an arm around his friend gently, Luke hugged Nick closer to him and closed his eyes for a nap.

It was a dream to think they could stay here, in this cabin, for very much longer. But goddamn, Luke wished even just this moment could last forever. With a sigh, he drifted off to sleep, himself–dreaming of things he knew he couldn’t have. 

[howesheir]

❝i think you dropped this.❞

The sound of the falling rain against the pavement almost drowned out the gentle voice from behind Luke. He didn’t hear the words, but knew that they were directed at him. Turning on his heels, he was met with a black wallet being pushed into his face. 

“I…think you dropped this.”

Luke looked from the man to the wallet a few times before shifting his umbrella and patting his pockets. “Well I’ll be damned.” Luke shook his head, offering the stranger a small smile as he took his wallet back. “Hey, thanks man–”

No sooner than the words left his lips, the man had turned and continued in the rain. Luke watched him for a second before frowning and going after him. “Hey! Hey, wait!” Once he got the man’s attention again, he offered another smile. “You drink coffee? Lemme buy ya one. We can git outta this damn rain, too.” 

[memesfortheroleplayerssoul]

⊱simple introduction starters⊰

❝what are you doing here?❞

❝you’re going to hurt yourself, let me help you.❞

❝why are you staring at me?❞

❝if you didn’t want to talk to me, you could’ve just said so.❞

❝i think you dropped this.❞

❝here, i’ll pay for that.❞

❝so i assume you’re the one everyone’s talking about.❞

❝that outfit looks nice on you, where’d you get it?❞

❝why are you doing this?❞

❝so that looks dangerous… want to try it?❞

❝you’re going to do WHAT with WHAT?❞

❝can you help me grab this?❞

❝don’t talk to me until i’ve had my coffee. thanks.❞

❝that was possibly the weirdest thing i’ve ever seen.❞

❝you have the prettiest smile i’ve seen all day.❞

❝do i have anything on my shirt?❞

❝are you waiting for an interview too?❞

❝is this seat saved for anyone?❞

❝i’ve never been here before, it’s beautiful.❞

❝do you know the directions to (location)?❞

❝so how long have you been working here?❞

❝how many of those have you had?❞

❝i’m not suppose to talk to strangers.❞

❝you’ll be ok, i promise.❞

❝can you hear me?❞

❝i think you’re on my foot…❞

❝i guess you’re stuck with me ‘til the elevator starts working.❞

❝could you POSSIBLY get more annoying?❞

❝i have several questions, first off WHY?❞

❝why would you do that?“

❝i think that guy is giving you a weird look.❞

❝hey are you ok?❞

❝do you live here?❞

❝are you third-wheeling too?❞

❝why are like this?❞

❝who did this to you?❞

❝who told you that?❞

❝why are you following me?❞

[rpsandstarters]

You've phoned me, send me ☏ for how I answer the phone (or not)

This could turn into a longer conversation, or not, you won’t find out unless you call ;)

[justmorerpmemes]

Have a Hug Nonverbal Starters

Send Give/Receive and a hug for one of my muses or for yours! Don’t specify to leave it up to the ask receiver.

A hug from the front.

A hug from behind.

A hug from the side.

A half shoulder hug.

A wrapping hug around the shoulders.

A hug around the waist.

A sleepy hug.

A hug around the head.

A hug into the chest.

A protective hug.

A comforting hug.

A touch starved hug that gets tighter.

A touch starved hug that gets gentler.

A squeezing hug.

A pulling down to rest hug.

A pulling into their lap hug.

A lifting and spinning hug.

A hug to bring them under their chin.

A hug to nestle them into their neck.

A hug to use them as a pillow.

A hug from behind to rest their head on the other’s.

A hug into their back.

A weak and exhausted hug.

A reunion hug.

A good-bye hug.