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[aarontwds]

aaron felt like he'd seen a ghost. literally. he'd watched eric's corpse shamble off into the distance years ago and yet here he was, standing in this room, flesh and blood and decidedly alive. he stood near the doorway, a little pale, gaze scanning over eric like he was looking for some trick.

it'd been years. he'd mourned him. had adjusted to life without eric, even if he was pretty sure whoever said that time healed all wounds was a fucking liar, because the pain never quite went fully away.

all that grief for nothing.

he'd been in love with eric for decades. and he would have thought, if this situation had ever been presented to him in hypothetical, that he'd have crossed the room in a second flat, wrapped his arms around him and thanked the fucking universe for bringing eric back to him.

but at this moment? he can't get over the shock.

the fingers of his good hand curl, his prosthetic pressed against his side. he feels miles away from the man who eric knew. he'd changed, god he'd changed so much in those years between, due to grief, the unrelenting pressure of the world they lived in.

he swallowed.

"i -" he stared at him, brows furrowing, gaze still trailing over him like he was looking for a trick. "how?" he asked, voice almost hoarse. from x l @hasheart

[ghcsthunts-a-blog]

          ❝     do    you    think    ghosts    are    real?     ❞    //    @hasheart

[heartsfounded-a]

@hasheart  gets  something  from  gracie  !

           ❝    But–––   do   you   have   to   go,   daddy?    ❞

[motheriing]

continued thread || @hasheart

stomach  felt   sick   as   she   looked   upon   the  pike  where   familiar  red   hair  billowed  in  the  winter  winds .   while   she   had   tried   so   desperately   to   harden   her   heart ,   it   had   been   the   red   haired   wife   that   had   managed   to   find   lisa’s   care  faster   than   the   other   wives   had . 

“  that’s   frankie , ”   words   were   shaky ,   fear   laced   her   words   at   the   thought   of   the   terrors   the   young   wife  may   have   went   through .  “ she   was   a   wife ... ”

so   many   of   the   wives  had   went   their   separate   ways ,   none   remaining   loyal   to   negan  ( which   had   left   lisa   as   an   opposing   force  in   many   of   minds   that   still   distrusted   anyone  that   had   lived   under  negan’s   rule ) .  “ i  can’t   leave   her   life   that . ”

[derrydeathly]

meme || photo || @hasheart

chip, autumnal air had cooled the ground. the smell of fallen leaves rotting into the soil had pulled her from the shared hibernation schedule of the monster that haunted the township of derry. she’s trapped -- damned and tethered to the monster that steals the lives ( or minds of survivors ) from derry’s most innocent of occupants. a decision made centuries before bound her to derry, to the monster that woke to bring destruction and murder every twenty-seven to thirty years. she was cursed to watch, to listen to the pain it’s hunger brought upon the town. 

leaves stick into messy hair. dirt remained caked in a thick mess beneath long, unmanicured nails from her trek up a buried chimney flue, the only undiscovered remains of her familial home from centuries before.

spying someone at the river’s edge, abigail played her part. she’d found the art of lying now commonplace to her true identity. 

“can you help me,” voice hoarse from nearly three decades without use. “i’m lost.” 

[warricrforged]

@hasheart gets a starter <3

   Mariana was supposed to hide when she saw strangers, especially if those strangers were adult men. Not all boys were nice like Griffin and Niko. But even at seven, Mariana was really fast with a knife. She could even take down one of the dead ( or two ) if she was in trouble and couldn’t climb a tree fast enough to escape. This man wasn’t one of the dead but that didn’t mean he wasn’t just as dangerous. Still though, Mariana hesitated, twirling her knife a few times as she rocked her weight from foot to foot. The man didn’t seem dangerous. He looked... clean, and well fed, and kind of nice.

   “You shouldn’t be out alone.” Mariana stepped out of the shadows and into the firelight, her grip tight on her knife as brown eyes searched for any form of aggression. “It’s not safe.”

[gloryunfound-a]

          “hopefully  we’ll  get  you  home  soon.”  fingers  brush  through  russet  hair,  blue  eyes  locked  on  pale  face.  what  a  time  for  eric  to  get  sick,  of  all  fucking  things.  makes  chris  himself  feel  vulnerable;  he’s  so  worried  about  the  man  next  to  him  and  all  the  things  that  could  happen  to  them  because  of  it.  (  should  be  okay,  as  long  as  we  keep  quiet,  it’s  gonna  be  fine,  it’s  all  FINE,  plays  on  repeat  in  his  mind.  he  knows  he  has  to  stay  CALM.  for  the  both  of  them.  )            he  can’t  bother  keeping  his  distance,  doesn’t  care  if  he  catches  whatever  it  is.  all  that  matters  in  the  moment  is  making  eric  as  comfortable  as  possible  --  hard,  considering  the  circumstances.  tucked  away  in  a  rickety  shack,  barely  hanging  on  against  the  cool  wind  blowing  outside,  this  is  far  from  a  great  place  to  set  up  camp.  but  he  didn’t  have  it  in  him  to  make  eric  go  on  longer.           “just  get  some  sleep,  okay?  s’all  gonna  be  okay.”  //  @hasheart  asked!!  librarian  +  109  /  the  fault  in  our  stars  by  john  green  (  always  accepting!!  )

[gracelcst-blog]

                  ❝    Leave  me  alone.    ❞   /   @hasheart  |   bc  i  wanted  to