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[Hesitantly Semi-Hiatus] Indie RP blog for Arvo from The Walking Dead GameTracking: izhexs M!A:

[izhexs]

Still working on remaking the blog over on @izhexss But also redrawing old art of arvo. including older!arvo hyeh. hyehh. hehyeh. 

[izhexs]

So. I see. Maybe two or three still active people following this blog. With season 3 coming up and my muse for Arvo roaring back to life ---  Would anyone be willing to make Arvo a really nice theme if I were to bring him back ?

[wankbankofamerica]

i will literally try to pet any cat i can don’t doubt me

[shiseiken]

[scaredofbats]

Here’s a petition, reblog if you think tumblr should not go through with the REBLOG update. They’re going to lose users.

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[borderline-disaster]

[izhexs]

aaestus:

izhexs

❛ ♕. ｆｕｒｅｎｓ ｐｕｅｌｌａ

    ❝ …If you’re here to rob me, the joke’s on    you– I don’t HAVE anything worth taking. ❞

⇃✶⇂ ;; —– -    Arvo jolted in surprise, eyes wide in    worry and surprise, "N-- No! I-- Я не-    I did not come here to hurt you, I swear    it." He saw her earlier, he just wanted     to talk... She looked like she was alone    anyway, he sorely hoped he was right.

[izhexs]

⇃✶⇂ ;; ----- -      “I don’t have anything. Please-- go away--” Fists       quivering at his sides, the Russian backed away       to the best of his ability when a bar of rusted metal       hindering him, “J-just go-- leave me alone-!”

[izhexs]

⇃✶⇂ ;; —– -       “It is-- моя- m-my bad...” People really should not trust        the short and injured boy to be doing heavy lifting. 

[alloftheprompts]

Character Questions #016: Make Your Character Choose #002

[izhexs]

mornings or nights? summer or winter? dance or running? beach or hiking? coffee or chocolate? pink or blue? ink or pencil? painting or writing? bar or restaurant? cars or bicycles? cake or pie? cats or dogs? trains or buses? roses or cacti? football match or theater? 

[izhexs]

Gonna drop a starter call here–

[indomabiles-blog]

                     YOUR SHOULDERS ARE TOO HEAVY;                            put some of that weight down and talk to someone.                                           ( you don’t have to do it all alone. )

[betweenthegoodandbad]

Trauma changes you. The person you were before is gone. You have to reinvent yourself.“

(via betweenthegoodandbad)

[izhexs]

Currently need help finding the active TWDG RP blogs.  + Gonnnnaaa go follow some rad people I follow on Jack.

[from-fort-lauderdale-deactivate]

“Fuck you.”

[izhexs]

ifvckedvp:

izhexs

HE STUCK TO CLEMENTINE’S SIDE as he followed her and Jane up to the observation deck, his arms crosses loosely over his chest. Drawing in his lesser lip, his arms fell from their position so he could begin to look around —— to see if he could find anything that could pry open the door of the gift shop, but as he was in the middle of it, he heard Clementine call out lightly to him and Jane that someone was coming.  Someone not  from this group and he hid as quick as he could as did the other two.  Of course, he made sure that he could see Clementine at all times —– he  vowed to take care of her a lot better than he had before. INHALING DEEPLY, HE PEEKED OUT moments after he  had heard light foot steps along the observation deck near him, he  attempted to hold his breath but the teenager knew that the stranger  had seen him the moment he neared the trash bin and heaved out a sigh and stood to his full height, giving the other boy a tentative smile, and he kept his hands out for the other to see he wasn’t looking to harm him..      ❝Don’t be scared.  I’m not going to hurt you.❞

⇃✶⇂ ;; —– -      He couldn’t believe there were people out here! It was so cold and the      nearest civilization was miles away-- He’d just go back to the camp and      tell everyone he found something. It wouldn’t be safe to be found by      strange people with a bunch of supplies... He’d just stash them up here      in the trash, toss something over it and then come back later! Everything      would be fine-- he told himself. 

     Hands shaking as he tried (panicking) to get the bag to fit in the bin without      a needle stabbing him in the hand. It had been a long time since they’d      seen other people and the last group had been a bunch of unhelpful bolvan--      loggerheaded(?)-- jerks. 

     But then it happened. A voice behind him. His shaking stopped, then      picked up twice as bad as he twisted around in fear! A boy-- maybe around      his age, much, much taller... Instinctively Arvo withdrew his revolver-- one      handed (that was so stupid! Vitali said never to shoot one handed--)- and      aimed at the boys head. Blue eyes blown in fear, he felt his jaw lock, words      floundering in the back of his mind. Even as the primary translator of his group,      he couldn’t find a single word to say. All he could do was lower his brow and      try to seem serious.

[izhexs]

✶ thundcrs started following you

⇃✶⇂ ;; —– -      At first, he thought the growling would be some sort of wild     animal dealing with the nezhit undead monsters. He was going     to turn away, avoid both threats at all costs-- until there was a     thunder of footfalls. Something solid hit him and his voice broke     in an unattractive manner. Was it a monster? He’d stand no     chance, with just an ax in hand and at this close range, the best     he could do was swing it in the general direction of what had     bumped into him--