ARCHIVED.

ARCHIVED.

[arkehtype]

who's a heretic now? am i making sense? . . . ( can you make it stick? ) waiting til the beat comes out . . . IND. MULTI BY BRI. TWENTY1+ ONLY. CHARA DIRECTORY.

[arkehtype]

who's a heretic now? am i making sense? . . . ( can you make it stick? ) waiting til the beat comes out . . . IND. MULTI BY BRI. TWENTY1+ ONLY. CHARA DIRECTORY.

[arkehtype]

who's a heretic now? am i making sense? . . . ( can you make it stick? ) waiting til the beat comes out . . . IND. MULTI BY BRI. TWENTY1+ ONLY. CHARA DIRECTORY.

[rhedact]

anyway, i have a whole new theme ready to go (aside from icons) but i have yet to come up with a url that i like! i'm going to see lainey wilson tomorrow and i have some things to do beforehand and then i have work on friday followed by immediately leaving for my friends birthday cottage weekend ... but i will be back in action next week <3 come plot with me on discord in the meantime x

[rhedact]

i’m going to do a full blog revamp tonight so if there’s any characters you’d like to write with that i don’t have / could see me writing — now’s your chance to say it 👁️

[rhedact]

i’m going to need everybody to watch under salt marsh when it comes out so i have every excuse in the book to write her

[notmorbid]

how not to drown...

dialogue prompts from how not to drown in a glass of water by angie cruz.

you think there's hope for me?

things are bad. more bad than bad.

maybe you're too young to remember.

you look like a teenager.

do you have a sister?

we are two apartments, but one house.

in the beginning, we were happy.

it was only one time.

i did it because i wanted to change my life.

that's what we do: we step in the shit on purpose, so we have to buy new shoes.

don't worry. i'm okay.

a job that doesn't destroy me would be nice.

you are so serious today.

it's my responsibility to keep you safe.

you didn't think of the consequences.

i keep my commitments.

i can't remember where i live.

of course i'll be okay. what other choice do i have?

fall for the men who love you more than you love them.

i prefer to be alone than in bad company.

maybe you can trick everybody else, but not me.

do you go to therapy?

capricorns are solid, like a tree.

we were never children.

in this life, if we are not careful, people take advantage of us.

eventually, everybody has to come home.

when you need each other to survive, you forgive. that's the way it is.

i've been looking for you. i was so worried.

i can't believe you didn't trust me.

you have no idea what's happening to me.

i was afraid to tell you.

women know even the things we do not see.

there is never rest for the poor.

nothing good comes from calling the police.

what kind of life is this?

it's better to have faith in something than nothing.

i was sure we were all going to die.

i haven't been with anyone since ____.

you can tell me anything, and it's secure with me.

the less you say, the more the people listen.

like i told you, mercury is in retrograde.

i don't want to hear that things will get better.

in this life, you have to be lucky.

if something happened to you, i would die.

your ____ must be really proud of you.

people will get the wrong idea.

so many things can go wrong.

people say it's not possible to change, but i changed.

we must talk, or else we will get sick.

if we don't talk about something, it goes away.

when it rains, it pours.

every little thing is a big thing with you.

you have to learn another way to love.

you could start by apologizing and meaning it.

we must not wait to live the life we want.

you must find a way to be present with the people you love.

freedom is being able to live your truth and not needing to apologize about it.

in this world, all you need is for people to give you a chance.

[rhedact]

i finally picked my twd rewatch back up and i forgot i was on the s4 finale so i guess here the fuck we goooo

[rhedact]

brb sobbing over carol reuniting with the crew 😭

[rhedact]

i finally picked my twd rewatch back up and i forgot i was on the s4 finale so i guess here the fuck we goooo

[rhedact]

i hate having a black and white theme now ugh

[rhedact]

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[vestmarkeds-deactivated20260121]

#VESTMARKED — independent and mutually exclusive writing blog for DARYL DIXON of amc's the walking dead universe. headcanon driven, with some canon divergence and original influence. ESTABLISHED: 2015.

DON'T OPEN \ DEAD INSIDE: this blog contains TRIGGERING + NSFW content, please read guidelines before interacting.

[rhedact]

you'll never believe it but i hate my aesthetic again

[rhedact]

i'm once again thinking about how when madison clark express emotions it feels disingenuous and about how it's because she feels empty inside. she's CONSTANTLY holding in her emotions ... not to be confused with swallowing them down, because they are not just sitting idly in the crux of her core or haunting the hallways of her vessel. they're mid-crawl up her throat at all times. which is why this method of holding them in doesn't really work. they strike at the least opportune times: high stakes, when she feels cornered, in between words. it doesn't make them or their consequences (both for her and for others lbr) any less real or harsh but it DOES lessen the magnitude of them and instead magnifies how she's using them because the truth is, madison doesn't know what to do with her own emotions. the only time she can really allow herself to feel anything is when she can be used as a bargaining tool. as a benefit, for something or other. but they're always right there, clawing and scratching. she can feel them writhing on her tongue but she cannot truly taste them.

[124archived]

you scare the fucking shit out of me.   nam-gyu blinks once, twice    because it lands hostile, a missile intended to blast open that cold exterior and scatter his remains.   except it doesn't, because her anger is just a misshape of concern, and it had never been more clear before now.  so often had he thought her a nag, a bore, too trepidatious in her approach and yet always proved right in her apprehension    and perhaps in listening to her, many casualties might have been prevented.  there’s a discomfort in knowing that, like stringing up your boots before the bell signals the match’s commence    the twisted anticipation in bracing for the fight which quickly subsides into preordained loss, facing recognition of when to back out before humiliation.  he understood now that she was right all along, about everything, but nam-gyu doesn’t know how to be cradled inside someone else’s worry without flinching at it, unable to piece together sense in the want to be kept alive, the worthiness of such humanity offered that trembles with such unfamiliarity.  preservation through isolation had always been much more his speed, even before the dawning of the end of the world    and hadn’t it only grown since then? every normality anyone had ever known had been chewed up and shit out, every ease and intimacy passed them by in groans and shuffling feet.  and he wonders when he joined them:  dead walking, slipping through the fingers of people he’d known like blood through gauze, mind drifting off to die quietly away from the people he    liked? tolerated?  swipe against chin smears like a memory, tacky under thumbprint as it clings to the forgery of affections, just enough to hoard and rewrite into meaning.  lungs hitch a breath he's been holding behind his ribcage, large enough to splinter fragile bone and flay open an invitation. loneliness is a yawning abyss after all, sucking in every micro-dosed tenderness as though its vacuity can be satisfied on that alone.

‘shit.  didn't think you cared so much.’  nam-gyu’s response is finally grumbled out like an attempt at apologising but missing the overall formula of a sorry    though if anyone could read between the lines of the script, clarke could.  his knees twinge beneath the weight of him, the gravel pressing unkindly through fabric that fades in overwear but he wonders if perhaps this encounter is supposed to ache.  her stare is like a live-wire, humming with electricity and nam-gyu tries not to be enthralled by the warmth of it, staring off an inch or so to the side of her face as if fearing what might happen if their eyes meet.  ‘i won’t.. do it again.  it was stupid.’ a beat passes, heavy with the expectation of something he avoids saying. ‘..sorry.’

[rhedact]

— clarkegriffin , it's a burden, this heart she carries. HOW IT PLUMMETS WITH EACH BEAT SHARP ENOUGH TO SNAP HER HEARTSTRINGS. too big for its boned cage, but too monstrous to be seen. this is her curse, she thinks ... learning how to wield it in a way that doesn't hurt anybody. INCLUDING HERSELF. she hears his words and she swallows them. a part of her wishes she could take his anger and warm it until it bled from her own throat instead. she supposes that's curse number two. all the things she would do for somebody else that they wouldn't do for her. whether that makes them OR her the bad person. YET, she entrusts @124player would, most especially if it made him the bad guy. and so she never asks him to. correction: clarke never gives him a reason to. her stare softens considerably so. the depth of her intensity gutted from the inside out by a single word. MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T HEAR IT VERY OFTEN. the syllables wrapped up on the tip of her tongue like the mice scampering around her innards. at home in a place that isn't really home. somehow, they've made a home out of each other though. DUST, GRIME & BLOOD. "i'm not asking you to be sorry. i'm asking you to try not dying a little harder."

she doesn't know what is more alarming. the fact that he said sorry or the fact that he doesn't know where they stand with each other — what his life means standing next to hers. they've seen too much death. shared too much blood on their hands. weighed the costs of it all under too many moons. she focuses on pocketing her own weapon for a later date to give reason for the turn away of her eyes. EXPELS A HEAVY BREATH THROUGH HER TEETH. he tried to apologize without saying it. that's all it is, was, is. STILL ... she turns icy blues back to his, serious again. "but fuck you for saying that."

[gloomglimmer]

✧       ›       𝐫𝐩  𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬  .   .   .   (   a  study  of  stars   )    rp  prompts  inspired  by  unique  stars  in  our  galaxy.   ✧   ˚₊   Themes:   tension,  romance,  action. 

Betelgeuse  —  Sender  rests  their  forehead  against  Receiver's.

Sirius  —  Sender  traces  lazy  circles  on  Receiver’s  wrist.

Rigel  —  Sender  steps  between  Receiver  and  the  danger.

Altair  —  Sender  lifts  Receiver’s  chin,  locking  eyes.

Deneb  —  Sender  wraps  their  coat  around  Receiver’s  shoulders,  fingers  lingering  longer  than  necessary.

Procyon  —  Sender  grabs  Receiver’s  hand  before  they  can  leave.

Spica  —  Sender  brushes  a  leaf  from  Receiver’s  shoulder.

Pollux  —  Sender  pulls  Receiver  into  a  half-laughing,  half-panicked  hug.

Castor  —  Sender  offers  the  Receiver  a  cigarette

Fomalhaut  —  Sender  leans  against  Receiver’s  back.

Bellatrix  —  Sender  wipes  blood  from  Receiver’s  lip  with  their  sleeve.

Alnitak  —  Sender  lifts  the  hem  of  Receiver’s  shirt,  tending  to  the  wound  in  silence.

Alnilam  —  Sender  places  Receiver’s  hand  over  their  heart.

Mintaka  —  Sender  bumps  shoulders  with  Receiver,  grinning.

Dubhe  —  Sender  wraps  a  scarf  around  Receiver’s  neck,  adjusting  it  carefully.

Merak  —  Sender  places  a  blade  into  Receiver’s  palm.

Phecda  —  Sender  reaches  for  Receiver’s  hand  under  the  table,  hidden  from  everyone.

Alphard  —  Sender  kisses  the  inside  of  Receiver’s  wrist.

Nunki  —  Sender  holds  Receiver’s  gaze  across  the  battlefield.

Scheat  —  Sender  grabs  Receiver’s  collar,  pulling  them  close.

Markab  —  Sender  holds  out  a  map,  finger  tapping  on  a  place  only  they  understand.

Kaus  Australis  —  Sender  rests  their  hand  on  Receiver’s  shoulder.

Almach  —  Sender  runs  a  thumb  across  Receiver’s  knuckles.

Alpheratz  —  Sender  tucks  a  folded  letter  into  Receiver’s  coat  pocket.

[vestmarkeds-deactivated20260121]

camp's breathing slow tonight. embers sink low in the pit, fence line curling long and thin through the dark like a backbone left to bleach. every now and then, IT SHIFTS --- a shadow passing between posts, moving in and out of its ribs, a head bent close to another. but daryl's found off to the side. half in the trees, where the dirt's soft enough to take a print and the wind carries everything if you listen right. it's from there that he spots 'em: rick crouched down in front of carl, one hand on the boy's shoulders. the kid's had is pulled low enough to shadow his eyes, chin dipping at whatever's being said.

it's not the kind of thing he means to stare at, but he does it all the same. HE CAN'T HELP IT TONIGHT. it's the kind of steady weight he's only ever known in theory. he looks at them and sees pieces of what he never had – what got buried under beer bottles and busted knuckles before it could ever take shape. some of it's merle, loud and mean but still blood. some of it's will, all shadow and no light. most of it's just … GONE.

— dialogue prompts … YOU WERE THINKING ABOUT SOMEONE ELSE [ ⌯⌲ ] @rhedact

LORI. her voice cuts in, close enough to be part of the quiet without breaking it. he feels it before he turns, eyes shifting to her. she's got that knowing look. the kind that makes a man feel like he's been read through and through. he knows it now. knows when she knows she's right, too. STILL, he doesn't blink at it. doesn't deny it either. ❝ yea'. ❞ the word's low and sandpaper - soft as his eyes drop back to rick and carl, to the steady hand on the smaller shoulder. TO WHAT'S STILL HERE, and what's long gone. then they drop down to the ground between his boots. there's a pull in his chest he doesn't name. isn't sure he can even if he wanted to. ❝ he's a good one. good with the kid, too. ❞

[rhedact]

lori / grimes — she watches the quiet like it nurses the truth. searching for something in the empty spaces, something recognizable, tangible; SOMETHING TO REACH OUT AND GRAB HOLD ON, that doesn't feel so far removed from the things she used to know and love. the world had changed. that was irrevocable. the dirt and the grime beneath all of their fingernails. the ache stuck between their teeth and lodged like a shrapnel in the hollows of their rib cage. the stench of death like the potpourri that used to sit in a glass bowl on the living room table. but it wasn't just the world, it was them too. and the light she's sure they all had behind their eyes is dimmer. maybe non-existent, but she refuses to believe that. so she continues to try and look for it anyway.

AND SOMETIMES, it bites her in the ass. makes her pull her sweater tighter, clench her jaw, and sever her heartstrings over and over again. because cherry picking the good? SOMETIMES, it only reinforces the bad. like a twisted damn eulogy to what they've lost.

"yeah. yeah, he is." lori nods in agreement. the words soft in her mouth, crooned alongside her heartbeat as she turns her eyes from daryl to rick and carl. yes, the world had changed and yes, they had too ... BUT THIS? this still looked the same, like a little piece of the past came with them too. the good in the bad and she didn't have to tear back the landscapes to find it either. it stared her right in the face. she tries her best not to blink. not to let the moment fade. "guess this world isn't as different as the last. hard to find the good then ... hard to find it now. but it was always around. even when it didn't feel like ours." she expels a breath. a few seconds disappear to the passage of time. with her gaze now adverted, she keeps it centered on her husband and her son. GIVES DARYL THAT GRACE. "or when it was never ours at all."