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[sanctuaryowned]

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3 favorite blogs to rp with: ( i can’t just choose 3 so here’s a handful ) • @one-eye-carl• @alwaysasurvivor• @lucilleing • @salvadorshijo• @ofsarcasmcndwhiskcy• @ofgrimes• @redmxchete

double the trouble plus 1

[mypapawinchester]

[genjishimadaing]

Rick & Lucille ♥!

[y-o-u-t-h-s]

[blogging-at-your-funeral]

[implo-sure]

[lucilleing-blog]

{ anyway i have lots to reply to and keep me busy so here we go hmu if u want anything xoxoxoxoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

[lucilleing-blog]

@salvadorshijo​

{ nooooooooooooooooooooooo cmon im a west coast canadian!! i was blessed w such a GOOD time zone tbh. 

i know so many people in my time zone but i sleep all day bc i have no LIFE WEH 

[lucilleing-blog]

{ me: calls 2am ‘morning’ after sleeping from noon also me: why is no one ever around to rp :\

[primordialfireforge]

Started this year at workshop, by finishing this post-apocalyptic baseball bat. With railroad spikes and barbed wire.

This item is on sale at my Etsy shop: 

https://www.etsy.com/listing/492375924/post-apocalyptic-baseball-bat?ref=shop_home_active_1

[lucilleing-blog]

↻ continued  @sanctuaryowned​

This? This was the kind of shit that got shut down immediately. Where had Dwight been to help her? What was the use in trusting his lackeys if this kind of thing was going to turn up for him to deal with on his own anyway? This shouldn’t have been something to happen at all. Negan struggled with placing the blame, convincingly veiled panic set in anger across his face. 

This was not a time to show weakness or vulnerability on his part, he needed to be strong, supportive, rational for Jocelyn. Even if he felt his stomach knot, and his heart crumble with every soft sniffle and confession of what had happened out beyond the safety of walker riddled fences. 

His hands tightened around the blood damp material, a small action to vent and convey his anger without lashing out. Jocelyn had taken the moment to herself to try and keep her emotions in check, Negan looked on with bitter fondness and adoration at her attempts through the disgusting situation. She was strong, Negan knew, and before he could reach out to offer comfort, she was latched around his neck. 

Negan wondered briefly if this was what Lucille felt like, the bat routinely being grasped and choked in his alternating fists. That thought quickly led to his late wife. What would she do? What would she say? Was this Negan fault? Would she blame him? He felt sick. 

Negan’s arms enveloped Jocelyn, pulling her flush to his body. He held her close, pressing his nose into the familiar tangles of hair on top of her head. She felt so small and fragile in his arms, who could hurt something so precious? 

“I’ll fucking kill them.” Finally Negan broke his silence, but his embrace never loosened.

[heavensfurnace]

[orb-s]

[craftchaos]

also if you’re cool with pre-established relationships/dynamics where we skip all the awkwardness of starting to roleplay with someone new and jump straight to plotting a little and tagging each other in stuff hmu

[lucilleing-blog]

💀 | sanctuaryowned

DARK/VIOLENT STARTERS

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                   “Sit down and let me clean up the blood. Now, what happened?” 

Negan, with an unintentionally firm hand, had Jocelyn forced down by the shoulders. He managed to collect her enough into the seat, his hand rising to cup her blonde framed face in his palms. Negan’s thumbs brushed at the weight of her cheeks, pads swiping and smearing some of the blood in their paths as he inspected for any real damage. Hoping there wouldn’t be any wound to support the mass of blood covering her. He prayed behind furrowed brows, and a face set in discouragement, that it was someone else’s blood. 

“Sit down, and let me clean up the blood.” He demanded, his tone steel. 

Reluctantly, he pulled away. Negan had his scarf untucked in seconds, using the soft red material to gently resolve her pale face of any red blemishes. It was difficult to keep his hands steady, feeling the anger tickle at his emotions. He couldn’t justify the intentions behind it yet, with a lack of understanding in the situation. But if anyone had come at his little girl in such a way as to cause her this much damage, there would be hell to pay. 

“Now, what happened?” 

[indistantdays]

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