[ovtsidrs]

# OVTSIDRS ！:        a private, independent, and highly selective multi-muse featuring both canon and original characters from various fandoms. oc muse list is available by request. this blog will be low activity.

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[tophct]

⎯⎯⎯ 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍. ©

[willowcrowned]

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life continues. we still have the capacity to do good, important work. that matters

[ovtsidrs]

hi friends ! it's been, once again, a busy time. i did do a few things to clean this place up so next step will be eitheerrr reblogging a few memes or posting a starter call. we'll see what mood i'm in ! i hope ur all doing well <3

[ovtsidrs]

I emptied my inbox for the most part and I’ll tidy up my blog in a bit and then reblog some memes orrrrrr post a starter call 💜

[ovtsidrs]

i think what i might dooo is delete everything in my inbox (i'm sorry, it's nothing personal!!) and tidy up posts on my page and then maybe reblog some memes or post a starter call or something <3 i think that might just help me sort my brain out a bit so i can try to be here more u know

[ovtsidrs]

hi lovelies <3 life is, as usual, kicking my ass hard. i'm hoping to be here more soon but i can't promise anything <3

[beholdtheapocalypse]

Fear The Walking Dead (2015-) 8x10 - Keeping Her Alive

[ovtsidrs]

@aintashes asked: daryl presses a canteen full of water and a small bottle of antibiotics into madison's hands. he won't be taking no for an answer, giving her an expectant look.

" i'm fine. " her skin was flushed and she was so weak and every little movement took her breath away and somewhere deep down, she knew she needed to rest. but she couldn't afford to rest. not when everyone needed her. needed something to keep going. if she just sat down for a moment . . . she could keep going. still, she took the offered water and medication just to ease his mind. " i just need a second, that's all. "

[ovtsidrs]

hAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<3<3

THANK YOU LOVE 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[ovtsidrs]

shamelessly letting the dash know it’s my birthday today 🥰

[ovtsidrs]

i miss one (1) joelseph miller so bad

[aintashes]

joel's immediate confidence irks something in daryl. it's an admirable thing, of course, to try and make this work— the sentiment that no man shall be left behind still seems to ring true for many people even after the end of society as they once knew it. but where is that going to get joel, other than dead? daryl is injured. there's no telling if he'll make it all the way back home, anyway; and yet here joel stands, trying to prove to him that beyond a shadow of a doubt, he will.

he eyes the filing cabinet for a short moment. if it helps to hold the door in place, they could crawl out the window— but what then? it won't be easy to escape the area unscathed. the thought of joel going down with him and because of him churns something awful inside of daryl.

but joel has also made it very clear that he's not leaving. so, they may as well try.

daryl gestures for joel to go ahead and move the cabinet. with gritted teeth he holds the door, suffering a hard swallow as it thumps and thuds against his back. he can almost feel the mutated hands of the clickers on the other side— but it's only when joel manages to bring their new barricade close enough that he moves to help him set it in place.

[ovtsidrs]

thankfully, the door holds as they move the cabinet into place; sweat beading on his forehead and dripping down steadily. the screeching sound of the metal against the ground rung in his ears still as he took a moment to lean against the cabinet. for now, they were safe. it was heavy enough to keep the grubby hands of the dead entirely on the other side. it gave them time. in his stubborn mind, they could get out of here. they really could.

after a moment or two of rest, joel shifts to straighten up; back screaming at him to rest longer. but he couldn't. they had very little time before more infected showed up and pressed harder on that door. the cabinet would end up shifted out of place and if they weren't out of here, they'd be dead.

it was a tale as old as time. or at least as old as the damn apocalypse.

〝 let's move. 〞his voice is as gruff as it always is; feet stubbornly dragging him across the floor to the window. there was a desk perched beneath it like this escape route had been taken more than once. that made him feel at least slightly more confident than he originally felt about this plan. but daryl didn't need to know that. not yet anyways. 〝 c'mere. 〞

he waves him over lazily and holds a hand out; fully intending on helping the man climb the desk first. if anyone really needed to get out of here, it was him.

[svnarchive]

☀︎ 　　interlude,　　　𖥻　　　@ovtsidrs.

the painted letters on the wall replay in her mind over and over again; LIARS painted beneath the infamous firefly logo. it had caused an instant entanglement inside her own body, her skin crawling as she recalls the disturbed passages she'd seen prior, ones that were now clicking into place. she'd been desperately trying to distract her mind since her and joel settled in jackson. she thought the feeling would subside by now.

she ought to know there's no hiding from that twisted feeling inside her gut, the one that gnaws away little by little till her bones become brittle.

the sun had set and darkness had enveloped them; but not before the other had put together a fire, the sparks popping in the air that brings a strange comfort as she rubs her palms together to hover over the warmth.　“ you know... you're gonna have to outdo next years birthday after this one. ”　she breaks the silence, a small smile forming. despite her inner turmoil, there's no denying today had been one of the best days of her life; this much she's sure of.

[ovtsidrs]

next years birthday. the words ring in his ear like it's the scariest thing he's ever heard. while simultaneously filling his entire chest with a warmth he hadn't felt for twenty years before she came barrelling into his life. the secret he kept ( one which he had buried so deeply for so long ) spent each fresh second since they'd come across the logo biting at his ankles. what if next year never came ( would the firefly logo weigh her down as much as it did him ) ? what if she found out before then and . . . surely, she would understand why he did what he did. right ? it was selfish, that much he would admit. but she was here now. alive and well and enjoying a birthday. that had to account for something.

right ?

her voice, softer than usual, breaks through the heavy thoughts in his mind; his hand lazily pushing a log or two around to keep the fire going. a movement he truly hadn't realized he'd even been doing. so lost in thought. he needed to focus. needed to keep tonight light and happy. it was her day. no matter what. “ well it's a damn good thing i got a whole year to figure it out, huh ? ” a lazy little smirk tugs at his lips; eyes lifting to meet her own over the fire. “ s'that mean you had a good day, kiddo ? ”

[momguilt]

❝ don't shoot ! i can help , i was a surgeon , before all this. ❞

↳ @ovtsidrs / starter call.

[ovtsidrs]

it was just a graze. or maybe it wasn't and the adrenaline was the only thing keeping her going. either way, was trusting a stranger really the best plan ? sure, they might actually be able to help. but most people weren't overly helpful these days. ❝ and i was the president of the united states. ❞ her voice was as weak as she was; hand trembling just slightly as she keeps her gun aimed in the other woman's direction. ❝ how do i know you're telling the truth ? ❞

[ashedrose-archived]

"smol" starter for @ovtsidrs // gendry baratheon !

it had only been a matter of days since the naming of gendry as a baratheon. the baratheon. after the travesties orchestrated by joffrey and cersei, there was not anyone left to challenge his position. not anyone with any credibility, anyway. even the lannisters had lost that once all truths came out.

and mace tyrell was not a man to waste time. he'd put margaery in an overwhelming amount of betrothals in a span of weeks, each better than the last, all influenced by the wealth of highgarden. luckily for him, olenna took margaery under her wing from a very early age, teaching her exactly how to get to where she wanted to be.

although closely guarded, margaery was one to always roam about the castle halls at night. this is how she came to meet most people she wouldn't typically be introduced to. the cooks, the guards, the maids, and hopefully, tonight, her future husband. she'd met gendry already in the typical rushed fashion of a betrothal. a curtsy, a bow, and off they were. but she needed––– more.

knuckles gently tapped on his wooden door, gazing back to the guard to stay put. ❛ your majesty ? ❜

[ovtsidrs]

he was warm. warm and safe and gods, the bed didn't move with the shifting of various tiny creatures hidden within. no, it was soft. the softest bed he'd ever touched or even laid eyes on. in flea bottom, he had always been one of the lucky few who at least had a place to lay his head each night. it had never been comfortable nor had it been the warmest ( though being a blacksmith, it was warmer than most places ) but he had survived.

and now he was here. suddenly named by people he had only heard of in passing. if he had heard of them at all. with people who bathed him and clothed him and brought him food when he wasn't even hungry. every little thing he needed, someone was right there before he even had a chance to think about it. he wasn't entirely sure he liked it but . . . there was nothing he could do at this point. this was his life now. and gods, he couldn't wrap his mind around it one bit.

the soft knock against his door tugged him free of his mind; his body awkwardly perched on the edge of a chair near the fire. fire he knew. fire he understood. but this was the only fire he'd see now. shifting to stand, gendry did his best to smooth the fabric of his fancy new top out. was the voice referring to him ? part of his mind knew that was the proper way to speak to him now but . . . he was just gendry. all of this felt like complete nonsense.

❛ uh . . . y'may enter ? ❜

[ovtsidrs]

maybe i'm here !