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[sonofsaviors]

Learning the Ropes (Eleanor and Logan RP)

@knivesovt

Sometimes, Logan wondered if it was a good thing or a bad thing that he seemed to take to this new world; not that he didn't miss his old life - Mom's absence was a wound that never healed, and what had happened to her...

He still had nightmares.

And to add to that was his separation from his father. Sometimes Dad made an appearance in his nightmares too, at least until he was too exhausted to even dream.

The young boy shook his head, clearing his thoughts. Dreams were for when he had a safe place to rest his head for the night and not before.

In an abandoned neighborhood, populated by abandoned cars and overgrown lawns, Logan was trying to find a safe place to bed down for the evening; the sun was setting, casting an intense reddish-orange glow over the buildings. Logan supposed, worst case scenario, he could sleep in a car again...

[wclsh-a]

MEMES / ACCEPTING @knivesovt​​ asked: “ you sure your hand’s okay? ” ( Sophia )

❛❛   𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡,   𝐢'𝐦   𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞.   ❜❜      a    reassuring   smile   on   his   lips,   shane   moved   his   fingers   around   just   to   prove   that   his   hand   was   fine.   of   course,   he   didn’t   mention,   nor   let   it   show   on   his  face   that   moving   them   around    hurt   quite   a   bit,   and   that   he’d   probably   received   a   sprain   to   at   least   two   of   his   fingers.    ❛❛   see?   you   don’t   have   to   worry   about   me,   all   right?   ❜❜

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

we need hope, or else we cannot endure. -- eleanor to shane :)

PROMPTS FROM A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES *  assorted dialogue from the novel, adjust as necessary - @knivesovt

NO LONGER ACCEPTING!

we need hope, or else we cannot endure.

Shane wasn't sure when it happened, but he had taken a liking to the girl that he'd run into a few weeks back. He'd agreed to take her under his wing until he found a better place for her. He knew from that first meeting that she wasn't built for being out here moving from place to place, but at this moment in time, he had no other choice but to keep her close and try to keep her alive. And maybe teach her something along the way.

He had been busy working to get the fire going for them that evening after they'd settled down and made camp. He hadn't been paying as much attention to what she was saying as he probably should have, but something in what she had just said reminded him of something he'd heard from his Grandma Jean a long time ago.

"You quoting that from somewhere, or you just think that up yourself?" he asked, curious if maybe she and his Grandma had read the same book or something. The memory of his Grandma was enough to cause a pang of sadness to wash over him. "Sounds like something my Grandma said to me once."

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

@knivesovt said: ❛ we can just sit here, you don’t have to talk. ❜ -- Sophia Peletier @ Daryl Dixon, please. :' )

               talking   wasn’t   really   his   strong   point,   especially   when   it   involves   himself   and   what   he’s   feeling.      he’s   a   dixon,   their   way   of   dealing   with   issues   is   through   aggression.      only   he’s   come   so   far   from   who   he   was   in   the   beginning,   he   didn’t   want   to   revert   back   to   that.      sometimes   his   old   self   slipped   through   though,   in   times   of   high   stress.      he   would   snap,   he’d   get   pissed   off   and   get   violent.      it   was   that   violence   that   got   glenn   killed…      when   he’d   been   in   the   sanctuary,   negan   had   made   sure   he   knew   that.      though   maggie   had   said   she   doesn’t   blame   him,   he   still   blames   himself,   and   losing   sasha   had   just   brought   up   those   painful   emotions   once   again.

               ❝   y’shouldn’t   even   be   here,   y’know.      involved   in   all   this.      whole   reason   i   didn’t   tell   carol   ‘bout   what   happened   is   so   you   and   her   would   be   safe   and   away   from   this   shit.      figures   she’d   find   out   eventually…      can’t   keep   nothin’   from   that   woman.   ❞

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

@knivesovt said: " you have to know someone. anyone. i need help here. " -- Eleanor @ Merle Dixon

               this   kind   of   shit   was   not   his   job.      he   wasn’t   like   daryl,   he   didn’t   go   find   people   in   need   with   aaron   and   bring   them   back   to   the   community.      he   worked   the   wall,   because   no   one   really   trusted   him   for   much   else.      merle   doesn’t   know   if   they’ll   ever   trust   him   fully,   not   that   he   can   blame   them.      he’d   done   some   fucked   up   shit   to   glenn   back   when   he   was   working   with   the   governor.      he   didn’t   have   a   great   record   with   rick’s   people,   but   he   was   trying   to   fix   that.      trying   to   be   a   decent   man,   at   least   by   his   standards.      he’d   never   be   like   his   baby   brother,   but   at   least   he   could   be   there   for   these   people   to   the   best   of   his   ability.

               the   whole   reason   he   was   out   here   was   so   he   could   find   some   game   to   bring   back.      his   shift   on   the   wall   had   been   over,   and   he   decided   to   do   some   hunting.      he’d   been   hoping   to   find   some   rabbits,   maybe   a   deer   if   he   was   lucky.      not   a   whole   ass   woman   plus   an   unborn   baby.      yeah,   he   noticed   that   protruding   stomach   right   away.      the   old   merle   would   probably   have   left   her,   because   she   would   just   be   another   mouth   to   feed.      he’s   not   that   guy   anymore   though,   at   least   he’s   trying   not   to   be.      running   a   hand   over   his   face,   he   sighs   and   gestures   for   her   to   come   closer.      ❝   got   a   place   that   can   help.      y’gotta   be   willin’   t’contribute,   and   pass   the   head   lady’s   test.      if   y’can   do   that,   might   be   able   t’get   y’some   help.   ❞

[careol]

@knivesovt said: ❛  wake up. please, wake up. you can’t leave me here alone.  ❜ -- Sophia

               whether   it’s   pain   or   blood   loss   that’s   causing   her   to   slip   in   and   out   of   consciousness,   she’s   not   too   sure.      all   she   knows   is   that   she’s   been   shot   three   times   and   also   slashed,   and   that   she   was   considering   letting   nature   take   it’s   course.      it   seemed   though   that   nature   had   other   plans,   as   morgan   and   sophia   had   followed   her   and   found   her   bleeding   out   in   the   street.      it’s   her   daughters   voice   that   is   keeping   her   here,   but   she’s   still   out   of   it.      mind   is   still   foggy,   and   pain   only   seems   to   grow.      she   can   hear   other   voices   too,   unfamiliar   ones,   and   the   sound   of   hooves   against   concrete.      was   it   horses?      just   what   the   hell   was   going   on   right   now?

               ❝   what…   ❞      words   are   failing   her,   as   she   doesn’t   have   much   strength   right   now.      eyes   squint   as   the   sun   beams   down   on   them,   head   rolling   to   the   side   to   try   and   get   a   look   at   whoever   these   voices   belong   to.      ❝   what’s   going   on?   ❞

[merlexxdixon]

“You’re not as bad as they say you are.” -- Sophia

The words have him shifting from where he was working on a fire to the speaker. "Yer sure 'bout that, small fry?" he queries, "Could be worse, too." But he had a feeling she knew what monsters were. Same as he did.

Fathers could be the worst sorts in those ways.

He lightly fans the embers. "'Course suppose yer got yer ma's head on yer shoulders one would hope. Smart lady in some ways. She'll learn. Hopefully so will yer." He gives a roughish grin. "But lemme give yer a piece of advice jus' tween us, okay? Sometimes a sharp stick is better'n nothin'. An' make sure yer put full intent into it, okay? Yer life is important. Remember that above all else: no matter what anyone tells yer; yer got jus' as much a right ta this world as anyone else."

[eruditehunter]

“ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ” ( anna being protective of the alien bean )

       He had never actually growled at her out of anger, but he did now as his head snapped to look at her directly. Brows pulled down, the mandibles flared as he hissed. What did she think of him? He wasn’t weak, he didn’t need to be kept safe.