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@loyaltied
while i doubt tumblr's going under overnight, i felt like putting out that i'm still probably not coming back to tumblr rp, and now rp exclusively on discord.
if we've talked a bit in the past, you're also welcome to ask for my discord. i enjoyed writing and chatting with people here, but at least at this moment, this site's rp is not for me anymore. see y'all on the flipside! <3
That’s not true. You help me. All the time. I need you.
@loyaltied asked: “You know, I’m not a cat person.” from kenny, lol
Puss in Boots and the Last Wish (2022) Starters - not accepting
Warmer weather had been making its way through the surrounding area as of late, accompanied with melting snow… and a few unexpected guests. The young teenager found herself in a bout of excitement - uncommon though the feeling still was - when a couple of relatively young cats had somehow found their way to the cabin, possibly looking for shelter or food. Although she knew that they couldn’t keep them, they would surely be fun to have around for a little while. It was apparent, however, that it wasn’t quite the same for the man beside her. The sound of purring filled the air as one of them began to rub up against his legs in what seemed like retaliation for his words.
She giggled a little, inwardly noting how good it felt to be able to do so - for now, at least. “But they like you! See?” Turning AJ a little bit so he could get a better look, she pointed and gave Kenny a small smile. “Even AJ likes them! I think that one wants you to pet it.”
When Kenny had heard meows outside, he thought he'd been hearing things, but sure enough, there were a few of the little guys lingering around the cabin. He'd never been great with cats, so he froze in place the moment one of them brushed against him, as though he expected biting or scratching if he made a wrong move.
”I.. I dunno, always been more of a dog person. Cats are a bit beyond me,“ he admitted, closely watching the one in his personal space. It was staring intently up at him with its beady little eyes, mewing in its tiny voice. Admittedly, it was hard to resist despite him not having good experiences with them.
”Well... I'll trust you on this one.“ Sighing, carefully he crouched down to the kitten, running his hand along its fur, which seemed to only make it purr louder. ”They, uh... that means they like that, right?“ He sounded out of his element as he met Sarah's smile with a hesitant one of his own, unsure of how to handle them.
It'd been a long, rough time on his own, after being separated from his kids. Thinking of them left an ache in his chest, of better days-- and he never really stopped looking for them. But it'd been so many years by now, and they could've been states away at this point. Stumbling upon Clem a second time by a miracle wasn't anything he'd ever bank on, as much as it hurt. Of course, he'd run into other survivors here and there afterwards, but he never stayed with them permanently, or he outlived them. Such was his curse, it seemed.
But, he'd stumbled upon something unexpected-- a community made up of kids. The ones at the gate responded to him with hostility, so shock filled his being once a girl he'd known when she was small approached. Practically throwing herself into his arms upon recognition, leading to the confusion of the others there. They'd exchanged words, and eventually Kenny was allowed in, though Clem was called elsewhere, having her own duties to take care of as leader.
Walking past the gates, he stood almost slack-jawed at the kids' handiwork. They'd managed all this on their own? As he took in the scope of the buildings, and just how much they had here, his eye landed on a particular kid, much smaller than the rest. Breath catching in his throat, he met his eyes before a wave of relief washed over him. For the second time that day, he felt himself growing misty-eyed, choking out what words he could muster. ”AJ? That... that you?“ Small as he'd been the last time he'd seen him, he'd recognize that face anywhere.
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@remainedkind said: ❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜ for AJ!
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”I know,“ he answered near-automatically, eyes cast down at the remains of a monster. Since he was little, he'd always looked to his sisters and Kenny for guidance. It took him a while to realize that not even they, who'd taught him everything he knew, had all the answers, but he still trusted their opinions more than anyone else's.
”Do you think the monsters will ever go away?“ He looked up to Sarah with features scrunched in thought. Times like this he resembled someone several times his age, a face that had witnessed much more than a child should. ”Like... maybe people stop turning into them because we get used to the, um... virus?” At least, he thought that was the word for it.
{➹} – WHERE THERE WAS guilt on Kenny's part, there was determination on the hedgehog's. He wasn't going to just let his friend go, and definitely not with the mindset they currently had. Kenny had never been a bother, at this point they were practically family to the hero and why they couldn't see that Sonic didn't know. It was frustrating and yet, at the same time, the hedgehog had an idea of where it was coming from. He had the same thoughts a few times in his life, and he knew they were nasty, persistent things.
Though, still, he gave a short laugh at the questions, it was devoid of humor. It was almost hurt, but that didn't stop him from replying. "Kenny, I'm a broken person. An' I get pretty sick of dealing with myself on a regular basis, but I haven't let that stop me yet. The only thing that's changed is that now I have others around who think 'm more than what I think I'm worth. Hell, a part of me even started believing it."
The fact Kenny didn't even have a plan bothered the hero. It would have been different if the man was going back to a normal life, but he wasn't. It was the furthest thing from it, a hellscape with ghouls fitting of the name. To say nothing of the survivors willing to do anything to stake a claim to the title.
"I've never been afraid of you, or who you are or what you've done. An' if you leave the only thing that's going t' change is that you will be alone while we sit here and worry whether you're alive or dead."
On the outside, maybe it was frustrating. God knows Kenny didn't mean to intentionally worry people close to him, but the lingering scars left on his mind whispered every now and again that people would be better off without him. It was like trying to peer through a dense fog — the only thing he could see was what he'd led himself to believe.
The hedgehog's earnest admitting of his own situation made him wince in sympathy. It didn't seem like they were that different, all things considered, but he felt guilty for making him air out such a thing. ”You at least got a lot of folks that care about you. Y'all are the only folks that would notice I'm gone.“
Though the reassurance that he hadn't feared him helped lift some of the weight he carried, the part beyond it stuck out. All this stupid plan of his would do was cause them more worry. Always so short-sighted, and that never seemed to change.
”No, you're right,“ he conceded with a hefty sigh, finally managing to turn so the other could see how foolish he felt for entertaining this train of thought. ”I didn't... think about how you'd feel about it. Y'all are the reason I ain't sufferin' out there, and I'm doing a shitty job of thankin' you for it.“
"Ah, you must be mistaken. They've replaced father's day with another instance of mother's day."
"You're right, I should be thankful you're not waving a gun around either like some other guys I've run into out there.." Aiden shook his head, shoulders rising up into a light shrug.
"How have you been? Are you traveling with another group, or toughing it out solo? If there's anything you need.."
"Yeah, there's quite a few people like that. Hell, used to be me, too for a while." Not that he wasn't still vigilant, especially when it came to strangers, but he'd at least calmed down over the years.
"I'm doin' alright. Got folks I care about, and that's really all I can ask for." That may have been part of the reason he wasn't as gloomy as he'd been prior. "I do appreciate you lookin' out for me, but... what about you? You ain't still havin' to hide from people, are ya?"
What do you think of the "revenge bad" tropes frequently found
it actually pisses me off sooooo much when characters are like "ohhh but if i hurt or kill the bastard who made my life and others' a living hell i'm just as bad as they are!" like grow up and shoot him what are you catholic
"but i'm too good to kill anyone! :(" i'm not. give me the gun.
loyaltied
kenny: "hey now, I ain't as bad as I used to be."
"I guess you have a point~ But it's good to know you're still alive."
"I mean-- anything's more calm than our first meetin', yeah? But... likewise, always glad to see familiar faces out here."
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"Say, if you were a human in like a past life," He muses, drink lazily resting in his hand, shoulders slumped against the sofa. "What sort of human d'you think you were...?"
“What do you mean, if I were a human?“ He's quick to become defensive, voice likely to have come out as a yelp of a meow to any who couldn't understand. ”I had to have been a dashing and noble human! There's no way I couldn't have been! I just… don't remember.”
@dragonsembrace said: ❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜ for Kenny ❤️
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The past was a hard thing to bury, let alone regrets. After everything he'd gone through, it was hard to keep being who he was before. Auren and the kids' presence made a world of difference for his mental state, but he wasn't free from the occasional nightmares and doubts. That somehow, he didn't deserve all the good things he had. That he was still alive, after so many better people weren't.
Despite the reassurance, he couldn't help the weariness brought on by his guilt. “It... it helps, to hear that. After... dealin' with Carver, and...” He hesitated, swallowing a lump in his throat, unable to find the words he wanted. What could he say? That he'd lost enough for it to break him, and take it out on the people he cared about? “I wasn't the same, and I know I wasn't always rational. Said and done a lot of shit I still wish I could take back.“
Expelling a huff, as though releasing some of the pressure building inside him, he turned his eye to the floor with some shame. Recalling that portion of his past wasn't anything he liked doing, but he didn't have a choice. ”You may not be, but I know quite a few people were afraid of me. And lookin' back, I don't know if I blame them for it.“
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akechi's birthday is the second day of pride month because he's gay. and the second day because he can never be first. hope that helps
@chmydarling said: ❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜ / for vi if at all possible, please and ty very much!!
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Her trusty meat clever was tucked away, dirtied with walker blood as proof of their effort. There were some stragglers outside Ericson's, and they'd just finished dealing with them. Not something that she worried about too much, as it became near effortless a routine, especially when she had someone like Louis watching her back.
A smirk ghosted over her features, though she had to respond in her typical teasing fashion as she turned his way. “I'd say you make a pretty good distraction, too.” Both of them had their way of responding to things; where Louis' was to be bright and encouraging, hers was to mask her appreciation with a light jab. ”It's like they have no attention span for anything else once you start talking to them.“
@walkerwhisperer said: ❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜ (clem?)
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At the sight of James, and the following question, a smile perked at the corners of her mouth. It was nice— having him join them, and trusting her and the other kids enough to settle at the school. It had to get lonely out there; at least for her it was, when she was on the road with AJ, so she figured she'd try to include him in their gatherings.
”It's nothing serious, if you're worried. The others and I just thought maybe you'd like to join the rest of us for a game tonight.“ She nodded over to where the rest of the kids sat. Among the chatter, more noticeably there was Louis shuffling his deck of cards in preparation. ”I don't know when the last time you played cards was, but we could teach you if you need it. It's really fun.”
loyaltied:
“I didn’t do it on my own. There were people who helped me. A man named Lee found me first; taught me how to shoot a gun, and protect myself.“ She found herself explaining before she could consider whether he was being rhetorical, or if he even cared; that small hesitance she still felt towards Troy telling her to expect a meanspirited comment— another to the ‘little shit’ pile thrown her way.
“Huh. Well that was awfully convenient. What, just some random fuckin’ guy found y’? And he wasn’t a creep or a killer? Talk about luck. Or did y’ attach yourself t’ his leg and just refuse to let go?”
He could definitely see her being annoyingly stubborn like that. There was no way he’d just pick up a random kid. If it came down to it, he’d leave that kid for dead. Bye-bye, Metaphorical Kid In Troy’s Care.
His comment made her frown, before breaking eye contact to glance downward. Not that it mattered; he would never meet Lee, but she didn't like the insinuation that he was just… some insignificant person. “He was a good man. My parents weren't home, and he promised to keep me safe until we found them.”
Her face fell, and she hoped the brim of her hat kept him from seeing the sting she still felt, from losing both Lee and her parents in one fell swoop. “I didn't know him, but I trusted him more than anyone else. I wouldn't be alive without him.” The conclusion to her story was obvious, she was certain. None of the people she spoke of were with her now.
