#manhattanopus

[sonofsaviors]

Plotted RP with @manhattanopus

The Savior caravan rumbled slowly down the road, a line of five vehicles; a large supply van, a couple of trucks, and a jeep trailing behind. Logan leaned against the window, stifling his yawns and letting the sound of Def Leppard fill the comfortable air between himself, Dad, Simon, and Arat.

Hopefully he wouldn't fall asleep on one of the lieutenants again. It wasn't his fault driving made him sleepy. But he had yet to live it down since the last time he had drooled on Simon's shoulder. But Simon usually tolerated Logan pretty well and had been cool with it.

Speaking of which.

"Boss, ya see that?"

Logan pushed his shoulder against the window, sitting up straighter to see a single figure on the road.

"Trap?" He asked, struggling back a yawn. Negan flashed his son a toothy grin.

"Let's go and fucking see."

[wingsandarrow]

“ I am going to enact terrible violence. ” (lol she's not capable of terrible violence)

@manhattanopus

Daryl wasn’t much for smiling as a default reaction, but the comment almost surprised one out if him. Violence was a fact of life this side of the outbreak, had always been a fact of his, but forgive him if it wasn't his first association for the former artist and teacher. Occasionally he got the sense there had been more buried in her past, but since he disliked prying questions about his own life, he'd never asked. He preferred it if people didn't know what he'd been before the outbreak because the answer was nothing.

There was a slight pause before he answered, a little longer than most people would consider normal, but most of Daryl's conversations were filled with silences, expressions and body language taking the place of verbal communication. When he did finally say something, the corner of his mouth definitely twitched like he was fighting a smile. "Gotta work on your aim first." It was cautious, that willingness to joke with the group, even after all this time with them. Even settled into the prison, Daryl still half-expected them to turn on him at any moment because that was what he was used to.

[assholevoice]

@manhattanopus

Joel was leaning against the corner of a red brick building, arms crossed, one foot against the wall. He looked around cautiously. FEDRA agents would likely be patrolling the area and he didn't want to be caught out. This was a known smuggler meeting place; a small alleyway between two buildings that used to belong to some kind of factory. All that had gone now, of course.

He was expecting someone to meet him with information, he didn't know who. Tess had sent him because she was busy with another job. He figured it would be another request for some supplies like medicine or food.

[fantasywritten]

@manhattanopus asked: “I will lock myself in the bathroom and fucking cry.” (for david rose??)

“OH, I FEEL YOU.” David flopped down on the couch, letting out a dramatic sigh as he did so. “God, it’s SO HARD to find a job these days. No one wants to hire me, and I don’t know why. I mean, it SUCKS ENOUGH that we lost all our money. Why should I have to work on top of that?” Okay, maybe he was being a bit delusional, but in his defense, he didn’t realize it.

[hvmlndr]

@manhattanopus​​ asked: “Keep chasing everyone away… and there’ll be no one there to have your back when you need them.”     ||   source.   accepting

He snarled at her remark about him, how naive she is.

                “ I don’t need people, I’ve never once needed ANYONE! ”  his voice escalated and the insecurity bug bit him big time

“ I certainly don’t need to justify my actions to a puny supe like you. Do you ever wonder why your alone Mav? Because you just yap-yap-fucking-yap at everyone.”

[keepfight1n]

@manhattanopus asked: “ are you ever scared? ”  

the question catches him off guard. he wasn't a man of many words, but that didn't mean his mind was ever quiet. joel lived on instinct, survival. it had taken a long time to get where he was, but the payoff had been the distance between himself & fear. that didn't mean he wasn't scared. no, that just meant he'd gotten really good at packing it away. he crosses his arms over his chest, gaze catching momentarily on the watch at his wrist, before shaking his head. " not a lot ' a time to be scared. " it isn't a yes, but it isn't a no. eager to take the focus from himself, he flips the question back onto her. " somethin' got you scared? "

[pantslessoptimism-moved]

@manhattanopus​ asked: ❛  do you mind if i use you as a pillow?  ❜

     “I don’t mind, as long as it means I don’t have to move,” she’s curled into a ball, not wanting to move. The last hunt was rough and she was still sore; getting slammed into a wall hurts despite what she said. Sophie shifted slightly so she’d be more comfortable to lay against, trying hard not wince as she did so. 

     “I’m not moving for the next week so I should make a good pillow. I’ve been told I’m comfy.”

[astraloutlaw]

@manhattanopus​ asked: “  face it,  i know you better than anyone else.  ” 

her words are no secret; he almost believes she knows him even better than he knows himself. it’s a terrifying reality. which thoughts are his? which feelings? what aspects of himself has he adapted to her benefit? he doesn’t know who he is, who he was, who he wants to be. he’s overwhelmed and she knows and he can’t escape her always knowing how he feels before he knows it himself. it’s annoying feeling like he’s always running behind in his own life, chasing her and never reaching her. 

“yeah, i’m starting to think that’s our problem,” he mutters. this argument has been a long time coming, something he’s been bottling up for far too long. of course she doesn’t know what it’s like to live inside his head, but she still sees enough of him, and certainly more than anyone else, and it’s suffocating him.