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|| Alright. I’m officially over at Tcnaciious. I dropped Carmen and Gabi and added a different muse. This blog is officially archive. 

ALSO NOTE THAT ITS A SIDE BLOG TO MY MAIN RP BLOG: TRAGICBLOOD. So if you get a follow from that then know we’re mutuals.

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|| Planning on moving this to a side blog on my main RP blog at TragicBlood. I have the muse for the characters but for some reason i struggle to get on this blog. Maybe drop a few muses but Eden, Jules, and Dean will definitely move on over. Not sure about the others yet. We’ll see

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thx-new-memorabilia​:

The leather jacket was once a right-out-of-the-rack store bought jacket till she spent some time modifying it to make it more ‘wearable’. She walked towards her and shook her extended hand. “Rosemary. Call me Rose. Like you, I respond to it faster and better.” She smiled a bit afterwards. It was another alias the vampire went by whenever it suited her.

After shaking her hand, 'Rosemary’ let her arm drop for at least a heartbeat before that same hand went inside one of her jacket’s pockets. “So, do you have a pub in mind we can visit or would you prefer I do the picking?” She later asked her.

          “Rose. Quite the name for a pretty face. Must have some thorns just like one too,” she laughed to herself as she shook the woman’s hand. There didn’t seem to be any red flags going off about the other one. Her own hand returned to the pocket of her jacket as she fiddled with the ancient coin she always held on to. 

          “I’ve got a place in mind. It’s call the Blue Moon. It’s...not for everyone but I figured we’ll be alright,” she waved for Rose to follow her. Gail walked down the block before turning down an alleyway and heading down a flight of stairs where a blue neon sign flowed overhead reading Blue Moon. “Not a lot of people know about it so it’s quiet.” She said, opening the door.

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What kind of evil are you?

Calmly Evil

you chose your path fully aware of what it entails. you're the suave villain, unflappable, smooth as silk. you're capable of cruelty without breaking your facade, and live with the consequences without hesitation. when you die, you're surprised. through all of your planning and posturing, you had forgotten that you too were mortal. but even as life slips through your fingers, you manage that smile. that same smile.

Tagged by: @wrathfulmercy (thank you!)

Tagging: @inxthexshadows (Carl) @desxderium @devilsdecade and anyone else

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tidesborn​:

Obi handled first aid pretty well, even when the alcohol would burn his exposed inner flesh, a true trooper. The woman gave especially good care given the circumstances, With a groan once she was finished he slumped back into his booth with a happy if pained sigh. 

“Thank you Miss, you have been extremely helpful.” He sat up and left his wallet on the table, “I suppose it would be rude if I didn’t order something.” he laughed before he held his sides. “Nope…still hurts to laugh,” 

“Just…some coffee, for now.” He added, as he was trying to kick in his own quickened healing, to no avail as of now. 

     While he handled the pain well she knew it had to be pretty bad for him, causing her heart to ache. She absolutely hated seeing people hurt and while she was curious as to how it was rude to pry. With his order of coffee she nodded and gathered up the supplies. 

          “Not a problem! I’ll be back in a second.” As promised, she was only gone for a moment and returned with a hot cup of coffee. “Do you mind if I join you? It’s always slow around this time of night and I’ve already done all the clean up I can.” 

     Other patrons had already paid and left, the cook, leaning against a counter in the back, scrolling on his phone as he awaited any stragglers wanting some bacon or other greasy food.

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thxwxlf​:

“Oh aren’t you sweet,” she hummed softly, “But I should be the one treating you. You’re back in town, it’s the least I could do,” she said to him with a soft hum as they got back into the coffee shop.

“What was that drink you used to get all the time?”

          “That’s that southern in me, darlin’,” Dean chuckled as he glanced up to the menu. He crossed his arms as he looked over at her. “Ya mean that white mocha with an extra pump of mocha and caramel drizzle and whip cream? That does sound pretty good,” he said.

          “Go ahead an’ order whatever ya want. It’s on me.” He winked.

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Miscellaneous mun facts

rules  :  tag nine people you want to get to know better

relationship status. Single

favorite color. Blue and purple

Lipstick or chapstick. Chapstick

Last song I listened to. Save Rock and Roll ~ Fall Out Boy

Last movie I watched. Soul

Top three TV shows. Supernatural, The Boys, TWD

Top three characters. Garrus (Mass Effect) Handsome Jack (Borderlands) Pyramid Head (Silent Hill)

Top three ships. Don’t really have any ships on here and im blanking on every ship i really like in fandoms LMAO

Books I’m currently reading. The Deep ~ Nick Cutter

Tagged by: the awesome @wrathfulmercy

Tagging: @justacomedy @thxwxlf @thx-new-memorabilia @tidesborn and anyone else

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justacomedy​:

He’s been following her in secret all morning. On the way home from his therapy appointment in which turned out to be his final appointment, he saw her through the bus window and got off a few stops early so he could watch her. She was beautiful and he’s thought about her every day since they’ve met- her eyes like honey and skin that looked so soft though he didn’t dare reach out to touch no matter how often his fingers craved to feel. But rain began to fall relentlessly and he would hate to see her shivering and drenched from the icy rain and decides to beckon for her to join him under the awning where he tried to make it seem like a coincidence that he happened to be there. She’s close to him now and his emerald eyes study over her soft features which almost always seems to leave him feeling breathless. Her laugh brought him to smile, returning the gesture as he gave off a soft, controlled laugh in return although he barely caught onto the words that she spoke as he was too infatuated with the sight of her. Despite the weather being cold, a thick cold breeze that would make the rain slant, he shrugged off the brown jacket and brought it over her shoulders. “You look cold. Lets get you inside. I.. I live right up this way.” he insists, gesturing toward the building up ahead. They were near his apartment and a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky as the rain quickly picked up to a heavy downpour. He never planned on inviting anyone inside his home, but he wouldn’t dare leave her out in this horrible weather. 

     Naïve and kindhearted, she was unaware of the lengths Arthur had gone to make this meeting happen. But even she had known, she might’ve just brushed it off anyway. He had always been kind and never gave her any trouble so she had no reason to fear him. He was a good man who was a bit down on his luck most days but still a kind person. At least as far as she could tell. She rubbed her arms, shivering from the rain, small droplets dripping off her clothes and running down her soft porcelain skin. Her eyes widen in surprise when he placed his own jacket over shoulders like men often did in the movies but never in real life. Reality was a lot crueler than that. 

     Her brows knitted together as he offered to take her back to his place. “Oh, you don’t have to do that!” Eden quickly said, her cheeks turning slightly pink. Honey colored eyes followed the direction he gestured to, biting her lip. The idea of being in a dry warm place was, however, very enticing but she didn’t want to intrude. “It’s very kind of you but I don’t want you to feel like you have to. I’d hate to track water all through your home.” She winced at the loud booming of the thunder that followed the sky as it light up. Small branches of light echoed through the clouds. “Well......If....If you really don’t mind.” She looked up at him apologetically.

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wrathfulmercy​:

Finally this shit was over. The fucking freak show of the Governor who kept his people behind big walls, but more or less in a dictatorship and didn’t allow them to see the real world and grow. Rick knew about the risk if they take his people in, that they probably would be too soft, too sensitive and naive to survive in this new world. But they decided to save them nevertheless, just because Rick believed in change. And If they would show them a way to survive, they would learn it sooner or later. And If not, well… then at least he tried.

Most of them he never saw. Even at the big gladiatorial fight he had no time to focus on any face clearly and didn’t know what to expect. But even bigger was his surprise as suddenly a familiar face approached him. He couldn’t believe it. The soft features, the gentle smile, the calm voice… he knew exactly who the girl was he spent so many nights in his old life with, but nothing could have prepared him for that, being reminded of his past life when he just shortly before lost his wife, who used to be the reason for his night talks in the bar Eden was working in.

“Eden?” without hesitation he approached her and wrapped his arms around the girl who smelled so nicely like home. Less like the alcohol she served back then, but definitely like home, like warmth. “I didn’t know you were there, I’m sorry.” As he pulled away he cupped her face to take a closer look at her. She still had the same warm presence around her, the smile that would make you trust her immediately and tell her everything she maybe didn’t even want to hear. “Didn’t expect you to remember me.” he joked and looked over his shoulder where Carl approached him with Judith. “That’s my son, Carl. You might remember him.” Yeah from his self righteous talks about the struggles in his family and Lori who didn’t look at him anymore. But… he shouldn’t think about that anymore, otherwise his guilt would come right back at him.

“And that’s Judith.” he added as his hand ran over the little girls head. “Carl, that’s Eden. I think… I mentioned her. The girl who worked in the bar, the starry’s. You remember?” His son only nodded to that and offered his hand with lightly flushed cheeks. To break the embarrassment Rick cupped Edens cheek again and gestured with his head to the building. “I can show you around, we need to find a cozy place for you. Maybe you even find a task you would like to do, I sadly just can’t offer you a bar.” he joked and winked at her before making the first steps inside and let her follow.

     She watched as the realization of who she was washed over his features causing her heart to swell. It was exciting to know that she was remembered and their talks actually meant something to the man. She thought of him as a friend, someone that would help if she needed something even before all this Walker business arose. But she needed him now more than ever. One look at her and anyone could see she wasn’t a fighter, the only reason she had survived so long was because of the Governor’s town and while she wasn’t blind to what was going on outside the walls she failed to prepare herself for the worse. 

          “I’m so happy you remembered me!” A light blush tinted her soft cheeks as he wrapped his arms around her. Her own curled around him and she felt safer than she ever had in them. And when he cupped her cheeks she felt weak in the knees. It’d be a lie if she said she hadn’t developed a crush on the man but he was married, and while not one hundred percent happy that was a line she couldn’t cross. “Of course I did. You were my favorite patron and were always so kind. Especially when some of the others got...well too handsy and mouthy with me,” she continued smiling, feeling as though the world had grown a little brighter. Her eyes flicked over to his son and daughter and quickly lit up even more. 

           “It’s so nice to see you guys. Glad to see you’re doing well! Thank you for allow us to stay,” she said, taking Carl’s hand and shaking it lightly. The silence was brief as Rick was quick to move them all along as the newcomers were shown around by other various members of Rick’s group. With a small wave, she said goodbye to the kids and walked with Rick to the building. It was hard to keep from looking around and being impressed with how they had turned a prison into a small settlement. There was a lot more they could do with it and hopefully they wouldn’t have any of those barbaric gladiatorial battles. 

     She laughed at his joke before thinking about it for a moment. There were quite a few things she could do to help and she was always eager to learn a new trade. “Well, I suppose I could always help with gardening or cooking. I did a lot prior to all of this but I’m also happy to help wherever I’m needed. I take it you’re the sheriff or the man in charge? Kind of promotion?” She asked curiously.

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|| Sorry for lack of activity. Been playing catch up on my main blog and dealing with real life stuff. But I will be getting stuff done on here this weekend! Can’t thank everyone enough for your patience!

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PLEASE GOD GIVE ME A PARTNER WHO WILL MESSAGE ME IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY WITH IDEAS FOR OUR SHIP AND NOT FIND IT WEIRD WHEN I BOMBARD THEM WITH CAPS LOCK FEELS. 

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devilsdecade​:

Nahvee had been holed up in one of the dilapidated buildings for a few days as she was trying to regain her strength after a long stretch of traveling. Mindless wandering from one place to the next stuck within a vicious endless cycle of survival. A lone traveler as the very few people she’s encountered were just as rabid as the undead that roamed the earth. And it seemed that her luck ran out- utilizing her last bullet just before the stranger showed up and saved her from the creature.

The gunshot initially startled her, her hands quickly coming up in defense as she jumped and quickly looked up in his direction to see him sliding down the pole after he assassinated the walking corpse that threatened her very existence. Their eyes met, though  she took a step back despite his heroic act- she was being cautious. He was charming, but he could still be a threat and she wasn’t sure where he even came from. “I- uhm-” she stammered a bit, trying to gather her words. “Nahvee. My name is Nahvee. And who are you?”

     The more he looked at her the more he found her attractive. It amazed him to know someone as soft and delicate looking as her had survived this long. Then again, all you could do out here was survive. Despite coming in for the save he imagined she had to be pretty capable of survival considering he hadn’t heard his lookouts signal any other strangers in their turf. While he presented himself in a nonchalant and relaxed way he was on guard, always prepared for the worse. 

            “Nahvee. Pretty name for such a pretty face,” he winked at her, giving a glance around the abandoned buildings before turning to look back at her. “Call me Pierce. I’m the leader of this territory. Mighty dangerous of you being out here, Freckles. You part of a group or did you make it out here on your own?” He asked curiously. 

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thxwxlf​:

She grinned, “Oh stop it, you love my ‘sugar’,” she teased him, giving him a couple of more kisses on his cheek before pulling away and smiling at him. 

“Yea, I totally agree… I was just in there when I saw you walk by,” she said, nodding over to the coffee shop that she was just in. “We could go in there and chat if you’d like,” she hummed softly.

     Oh he certainly did love her sugar. It was always a treat when a woman gave him any kind of attention. Hell, even the right fella giving him attention was always welcomed. 

          “Well alright then, let’s go back,” he offered the crook of his arm for her to hold on to. In these times he felt as if he were out of place, born too late in a world where chivalry was dying or dead. But he loved it and couldn’t help but abide the way he was raised. “I’ll buy ya somethin’ new t’ drink an’ eat if ye want.”

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devilsdecade​:

It’s been forty eight hours of lockdown- the entire pod was in trouble because of a recent eruption of fights breaking out in between rival gang members within D pod. Wyatt had been locked up for over a year now and had been through the ringer himself. Though he’s earned his place- the one man in the pod people didn’t fuck with not only because he fought for it, but also because the majority of the pod relied on him for their drugs.  And it had been a few months since Jules moved into his cell and wound up becoming Wyatt’s right hand man. The two of them became practically inseparable. The power duo of their pod. Wyatt was kicked back on the bottom bunk, finger tracing the crease of the large painted brickwork of their wall when the intercom came on, announcing for the new people to go to their assigned cells. “Man, I hope we ain’t gettin’ nobody. We got it made in this bitch.” he commented aloud- the two of them had a four man cell to themselves and had been reveling in their space, using metal bunks of the opposite bed as a shelving space for their commissary and clothes.   @overkilled​

     Jules was lying on the bottom bunk opposite of Wyatt’s set up when the intercom came on. Typically after a few months he did one of his grand escapes but he enjoyed Wyatt so much that he had decided to make no attempts, at least for the time being. There was a steady supply of drugs and he’d made some deals with a few of the guards to let him have some fun with a prisoner or two who wanted it along with one of the female security guards who was more than eager to drop to her knees for him. “Nah, man. They wouldn’t be stupid enough to do something like that,” He said, waving his hand dismissively before rolling over to peer out the doorway. 

     There was only a few guys that arrived, the guard pointing to which cell would be theirs. As expected, the guards began pointing to every cell but the pairs until the last guy arrived. While most of the men looked like the common thug or a kid going down the wrong path the new comer looked like absolute trouble. He stood tall, broad shouldered with a mean look on his face. If Jules had to guess he’d assume he’d been in the military or something. “I bet that guy killed some people,’ he snickered before quickly frowning as the guard pointed to their cell and the mean man started walking straight to their domain.

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cloakedinfall​:

Sidereal had never enjoyed stalking animals. Their slow pacing as they sized you up, judged their speed against yours. Could they run you down? Could they kill you without danger? He liked it even less when humans adopted their mannerisms, and the anxiety showed. A certainty that although sidereal was definitely fast enough to get away, the injuries sustained wouldn’t be worth it.

And so with caution in mind, the young man speaks, lacing his words with a chuckle and fake jovility. An attempt to disguise his worry and perhaps appear less threatening. “I mean you grab what you can. Sides its surprisngly comfortable. I’m a traveler by trade and the cloak keeps the heat and cold off me.”

     Pierce continued chewing on the toothpick as Sid spoke up, explaining why he was dressed the way he was. It didn’t matter what the reasons were, the man only to know what hidden weapons he may have beneath. Cloaks provided the perfect way to hide anything that could be considered dangerous and while he didn’t mind someone having weapons on their person he wanted to make sure he and his people were safe, especially a stranger coming into their territory. 

          “Alright alright. Well, if you’re out here then you must have some type of weaponry to keep you safe,” he said, keeping his posture relaxed. He had no real worries as he was never truly alone with a couple of his people always out of sight to keep an eye on him and for anything dangerous that may threaten the compound. “I can take you back to my community to get you patched up and back on the road or you can stick around for a while but I gotta know what you have. Be honest and fair and you can keep them all on you.”

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