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what should we plot? || @miiikos

saaaame babe, same ❤️

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“so....you’re old and small.” she murmurs to the walker, before putting a knife into their head. she picked up the arm that had fallen and used its fingers to poke magna in the side. “bet you never had old and decayed before.”

[boltsandashes]

⚔ - NOTP with your muse? ☰ - Fun random fact about the mun! ♫ - Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music, if no, why not?

⚔ - NOTP with your muse?I have a hard time picking NOTPs for Daryl because I feel like even super unlikely ships could develop into something with the right writing chemistry and context. The only definite nos I can think of right now are people who were like kids to him, the people who were like parents to him (Dale, Hershel), or Merle.

☰ - Fun random fact about the mun! I once starred in a very exciting student film where a possessed teddy bear stalked me around the house and then captured me and tied me up in the basement. It was my little cousin’s favorite thing in the world and he’d make me watch it with him every time I came by his house for years afterward.

♫ - Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music, if no, why not?I don’t, but I probably should in all honesty. I’ve fallen into a bad habit of having youtube or netflix running as a pretty constant background noise to my life and it’s definitely distracting and not super conducive to being my best writerly self.

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she likes me. she does not.

@miiikos - continued from here

she was watching magna sharpening her knife, while tara was poking her in the arm. still the question came out of nowhere. despite that there were things to do around here, she couldn’t help but try to at least figure out why magna didn’t like her. but then that question came out, and she was confused all over again. tara was unsure why magna was hard to read. perhaps it was because she said little to nothing, and then just went to do her own thing and it just left you wondering; is there better things to do than to stand around and humor tara? then the next question came, and it had her more stumped. “um.” was her very nonintellectual reply to what was being asked. “i mean not really. a lot of people love me. i’m a very lovable person.” she tells her, but that was still not giving her much. “can i sit?” was what came next, and tara’s eyes looked around them, before she was sitting without waiting for a reply. “i just....you’re just....can you just like, answer the question, without another question?” magna would of definitely been good at playing the role of the killer off of scream, but she didn’t want to say that out loud. 

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‘it’s okay. i couldn’t sleep anyway.’

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Tara looks at Magna with guilt filling her eyes- she really hadn't meant to wake her up (at whatever hour it was). At least it was still dark outside? They could potentially fall back asleep. She pulls the sheet up to her chin as she stares out toward the wall directly in front of her. 

"Sorry, bad dream." She admits. "You should try to go back to sleep."

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💋 // give my muse a kiss that draws blood .

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Her lips are pressed, pinned against the front of her teeth- there's a slight discomfort, but she doesn't care. The push and pull against Magna is too intoxicating. It blankets her with a sense of curiosity and a desire for more.

A grunt passes through as her bottom lip is pulled between gnawing teeth. A kiss so deadly hadn't ever been on Tara's radar, but as she is experiencing it, it cause a heat to course through her body. Tara presses herself into Magna, guiding her back against her desk as a salty, iron flavor gently coats the inside of her mouth.

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    The sound of leaves cracking forces Rick to whirl around, his gun yanked from its holster and aimed through muscle memory and instinct alone. He’s on edge, like yet again there’s something right over the horizon, reminding him that any amount of calm is followed by war, coated in blood. He’s been trying to banish the thoughts, banish the reminder of how quick he is to turn back to war.

    ( like war’s the safety blanket. )

    Recognizing Magna, he releases a breath, smile easing the tension as he returns the gun to its holster.

    ❝ Sorry. Y’startled me. ❞

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@miiikos​  || protector/protectee 

“if anything happened to you…” (sending memes while answering yours, more likely than you think)

        the irony in what she says is not lost on him. months ago, they could have never met all with the help of a blade to his chest. aaron never gave up on him though and was able to bring him back. fate has brought the unlikely pair of friends together, they help each other by trying to make Hilltop thrive again from the disasters its succumbed to. there for a while, he wasn’t sure how much would overcome their losses, him included. from what he was told it was touch and go for a long while and after that there were many many times he wanted to just GIVE UP. 

That isn’t in him though, paul rovia perseveres just as he always has. her words though strike his heart. “We can’t worry about that now... day by day i’m getting and we’ll figure this out... together.” he says with a nudge of his good shoulder. its that day by day that matters. one step at a time.  “I’m not going anywhere.”