My Sanity is on Stand By

Independent Christa roleplay blog. Christa is from The Walking Dead game. Hey. It's, uh, nice to meet you and all, but I shouldn't hang out too long. Don't listen to my boyfriend, we really should be going. I'm not the jealous type, but Omid kinda is. So I'd stay my distance if I were you. Multi-ship, multi-verse. Y'know. I track "omidisweartogod" as well as "omidis2g".

[omidisweartogod]

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[omidisweartogod]

((i think i'm officially gonna pack up and move back to my main. its waytobegayy if any of you are interested :u 

i'm not leaving this account forever. i'm not even gonna call it a hiatus because i'm sure as soon as i do that i'll be clamoring back! i just need to take a break, get away from all this drama from the tag 

cuz it kinda ruined everything for me a little bit tbh

as i'm sure a lot of you can understand 

but i'll be back. probably more during the summer. and this blog will always be open on my phone app so its not like i won't see messages or anything. 

thank you guys for putting up with me during this time! i appreciate it a lot ;w; also sending all those kind messages to me 

i also have a skype if you're interested just send me a message sometime if you want it <3 

again: i'm not leaving forever cuz i really do love christa and i really do love all of you. i'll be back and if i make more gifs or whatever they'll be going on here too ;w; ))

[omidisweartogod]

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[omidisweartogod]

((my depressions gotten so bad its like every day is unbearable and i just want to end my life

every single day

talking to people doesn't help

hurting myself doesn't help

like??? sighs i know i should go to counselling but that's not about to happen

i'm doing bad in classes cuz i can't bring myself to go some days and others i can't bring myself to do my hw or to study because i'm more focused on not crying and hurting myself for hours on end

just

idk

don't worry (idk who would tho) i'm not gonna do anything i have reasons to not but 

nn))

[omidisweartogod]

((i'm anxious and stupid and very upset ))

[onyoursidekid]

❤

❤ - Any tumblr senpais

[…..Damn you. Just so I can actually answer this without instantly going ‘BUTIHAVESOMANYOHGOD’, I’m gonna have to cut the list down or it’ll end up being another ‘follow forever’.

People whose blogs I tend to stalk and/or love interacting with (if I do. If not, it’s more of a ‘admires you from afar' puppy eyes type deal):

gotkindaaggro

askshel

omidisweartogod

na-omid-na-sho

gottafindaboat

little-songbird-greene

asskicker-grimes

theyoungsir

dontkillxdogs

auburnhairedluke

iamcarver

lookslikeanidiot

keptmyhairshort

besafeclementine

mydarling—clementine

jacobyrawlings​ - [yes, you’re on here too, you]

scarcely-surviving​

officerfriendlygrimes​

badass-redneck

AND I’m gonna stop there, although there’s like a ton more people I want to add, believe me.]

[gottafindaboat-archived-blog]

[text] …….omid’s a girl?

[text] can’t say im surprised anyway [text] oh well we all got our quirks [text] kinda like i had a child. i love nick [text] anyway carlos ain’t a bad guy he just flirts with every damn person in the vicinity [text] it’s the goddamn spaniard accent. he gets so much ass??

[omidisweartogod]

[text] surprise ken, im a lesbian [text] ill come drinking with you guys but only if i dont have to sit by that spanish weirdo

[gottafindaboat-archived-blog]

[text] did you tell him

[text] carlos misses im at the bar [text] i see them eyes nate been makin at carlos too [text] but he makes the same eyes for me so i guess idc [text] wanna come

[omidisweartogod]

[text] yeah i told him keep your pants on damn [text] carlos better not make any moves on omid [text] you and nate sure [text] carlos is a creep. [text]...hold on, lemme ask the missus

[na-omid-na-sho]

"Hey, hon? Ken wants to go out for drinks with you. He told me to tell you." She pauses, typing up a text on her phone. "You're not allowed to, though. Just...telling you."

"Oh all right." He laughed lightly from his own phone, shaking his head. "I didn’t want to go out drinking, anyway. Guy has terrible taste in alcohol and I’ve got better things to do with my time."Maybe he was being harsh, but it’s not like Ken would ever hear him…right?

[omidisweartogod]

Christa laughs, shaking her head and muttering out "God, I love you" as she replied to Ken's texts. After a moment she looks up to Omid, a confused look on her face. 

"Can..I go drinking with him?"

[gottafindaboat-archived-blog]

[text] with that attitude you’re probably not gettin any

[text] tell omid i wanna go out for drinks tonight. [text] and actually fuckin tell him this time i mean it momma-dicksucker

[omidisweartogod]

[text] alright yeah ill tell him

[text] no need to be so vulgar were you born in florida or something? 

[text] oh

[text] right.

[gottafindaboat-archived-blog]

[text] really christa? says the girl who can’t take care of her little blondie. that girl is out of control and you don’t do shit. YOU R CHANGING THE SUBJECT

[omidisweartogod]

[text] were not about to control her life, ken. we let her make her own mistakes. maybe shell learn. 

[text] youre the one who brought up my parenting skills. i was talking about sucking some cock

[omidisweartogod]

[text] smd

[text] can i suck nate’s instead

[gottafindaboat-archived-blog]

[text] sure if you can get past his initial douchebag attitude

[omidisweartogod]

[text] can't be any worse than yours, im sure

[omidisweartogod]

[text] smd

[text] can i suck nate's instead

[gottafindaboat-archived-blog]

na-omid-na-sho

WHAT TUMBLR USER DO YOU SHIP ME WITH

[ good i ship myself with them too ]

[gottafindaboat-archived-blog]

I'm cold. Come closer.

The heat of a second body in addition to his own was enough to make Ken feel warm inside and out. The fact that it was Christa, somehow, made the feeling just that more intense. Christa was alive. Christa was here. They didn’t know each other well back then, but here, in this freezing and damp corner of Carver’s camp, they were together. They knew each other.

"Christa…" Ken murmured, almost inaudibly, subconsciously tightening his grip on her thin frame. She was close to nothing but skin and bones, which almost made him feel guilty to be as well fed as he had been the past few weeks. The cold no longer bothered him, but every once in awhile, he still felt Christa shiver, the smallest of twitches. And when she did, he changed the way he held her in an endeavor to make things a bit more cozy for her.

The only other sounds were that of their breathing. Their breaths were visible in the crisp and dark air. It was unsettling seeing as though they had nothing but the clothes on their backs; no blankets, no heavy coats. Only each other. It was late into the morning, perhaps about 2 or 3am, so maybe by morning the temperature would raise a few degrees. They could only hope.

But Kenny found himself edging closer to her, the sides of their faces brushing; hopefully she didn’t mind the facial hair, but it was warmer this way. The slightest turn of his head, and…

Their breaths mixed.

Warm.

He hugged her. Tight.

"It’ll be okay."

[omidisweartogod]

Christa was confused, her eyebrows hitching as she was pulled into the tighter embrace, going along with it and weakly tightening her grip, as well. She was confused, yeah, but she wasn't mad like she thought she'd be. The kiss was sudden, unexpected, and from Kenny, of all people, but it felt right. 

They had made it this far into the apocalypse, and while they hadn't been together the whole time, it just felt so right and natural. It was beyond just a fleeting feel of trustworthiness, it was so much more than that. She knew that Kenny wasn't the one she should be placing trust into, but at the same time she was willing to trust him with everything she had left. Clementine. Her own life, even. 

Her small shivers subsided as the warmth overcame her. She looked up at Kenny, shifting away slightly. And after taking in a deep breath, she whispered some words that sought to end their nice little moment. 

"How's the rest of your group, Ken?" Her face was heated, the blush still apparent, and she welcomed it against the cold air around them. She pictured that woman who had entered Carver's camp with Ken and his group, frowning as she was unable to put a name to her face. Perhaps she never knew it, or perhaps she did and was just willing it away. Either way, it wasn't coming to her and she didn't feel like pondering about it any further. 

She sighed, her arms lingering around Kenny's frame. "Maybe you should go make sure that they're all doing alright." And there was the jealousy. Christa knew that to these people she was just a stranger. It didn't matter if she had been with Kenny the time that she had...she was still a stranger to them. She doubted that she'd be fully accepted into the group, and on the off-chance that she was...

It wasn't healthy to think like that. In one fluid movement she groaned, letting her arms fall from Ken's heat-radiating body and placing her herself in the crook of his neck. She was defeated, mentally drained by her rushing thoughts as well as physically drained from the hunger and worry that was ever-present in these times. 

"Please don't leave." She muttered, her lips brushing against the skin above his collar. 

[gottafindaboat-archived-blog]

"I'm cold. Come closer."

Fifteen Fluffy One Liners.

"Don’t worry."

After being re-united, Kenny almost felt like he had to keep his distance. Just like him, Christa had now lost everything; her child, her boyfriend. It left him with a heavy heart and a lot of empathy. Surely she was hurting, especially after her separation with Clementine. But they got on well despite their issues. Kenny found that as their time together dragged on, they became closer. They trusted each other.

He scooted closer to her, first wrapping an arm around her shoulder, very hesitantly, as if she were to snap on him. She didn’t. Ken allowed himself to relax, very, very subtly tugging her toward him.

Come closer.

Kenny pulled Christa into an embrace now, squeezing her but not too hard. Their body heats collided and mixed, bringing more warmth to the both of them. He could feel the slight tremble of her body against his as she fought the cold.

"… I got ya."

[omidisweartogod]

Christa breathed out a sigh of relief as she rested her chin on Kenny's shoulder. It really was something else. To be able to see him again, Clementine, too, was just...such great luck. Lord knows she hadn't deserved it, but she was glad to have them near nonetheless. 

Another wave of chills raced through Christa's body and she squeaked gently, nuzzling her face into Kenny's shoulder in order to gather more of the heat that was between them. She was quiet for a moment before grunting. 

"Not a word about that noise, alright?" Nuzzling in more, she made herself cozy, her mind racing with thoughts pertaining to "this is Kenny" "this is really him" overlapping in a frantic excitement that she still wasn't okay with showing. She was sure that her body language betrayed her, and knew that Kenny wasn't just going to ignore the blush that tinted her cheeks as she glanced up at him. 

"...I believe you." She shrugged her shoulders lightly, attempting to play off the meaning to her words. No snide remarks of "I can take care of myself" this time. Christa shivered once more against him, grunting and tensing as her body twitched in the cold. She nuzzled her face back into his chest, feeling a hell of a lot warmer and also a hell of a lot more at ease. 

"Thanks, Ken." The words were light and muffled, a whisper against Ken's shirt. But Christa knew she wasn't going to repeat herself, so she'd just take the chance on him not hearing it than the chance of him hearing it twice. She still had some pride, you know. 

[gottafindaboat-archived-blog]

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Send me “&” for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.

Kenny winced. “I was shot,” he said simply, swatting her hand away in annoyance. He took some time to examine it himself; how long had it been? 

"It still hurts. It still fuckin’ hurts sometimes," Kenny ranted to her, shudders still wracking his body as he applied pressure around the area. Whenever Katjaa had done that, he became fed up and began to yell about how it hurt. She did her best to nurse it at the time, but sometimes Kenny got too antsy to let her help with the wound, which then was fresh.

"Listen, just don’t fuckin’ touch that."