#starlightevening

[magneticmarsh-blog]

( &&. @starlightevening )

      ‘ you’re noah, right ?? i’m oliver, your lab partner for the rest of the year !! you’re gonna have to get used to this ugly mug. ‘ he chuckles, hoping to lighten the mood. ‘ i    i just thought i’d introduce myself just in case you didn’t know who i was, since you’re new around here. ‘

[infantiicide]

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@bowerisms & @starlightevening

“Alright cut the shit. I got a plan.” The lanky brunette stands up, grabbing a jacket before turning to the red-head, “Our little buddy is going to break in the corner store, steal us all the smokes they got. We won’t have ‘ta worry about ‘em for a while.” There’s a chuckle as he pulls on his jacket, his eyes finally breaking from Henry as he walks to his closet, pulling a backpack out.

“Whatcha think?” Seafoam hues shift back to Henry as he stands idly, “Grab my thermal and one of my other jackets, the black one.” Patrick awaited a confirmation from Henry before walking up the stairs and out of the house.

The crisp winter air hits the face of the brunette, causing a look of irritation, “It’s fuckin’ cold...maybe we should time him. Whatcha think?” Patrick’s pace would slow as he lights a smoke, handing the soft pack over to Henry before lighting his own. Once lit, he passes the lighter off.

“Unless you think that’s too much?”

Turn: @bowerisms

[vestwings]

Daryl stumbles backward and hisses when he hits a wall, body stiffening at the contact of Lucille against his most delicate parts.    ❛❛  Knock it off-  ❜❜   He growls, cheeks burning as he glances around at everyone’s confused, almost fearful expressions. Lucille’s spiked barbs are digging into his thighs, and every time he tries to move they cut into him more. He stays still, glaring at Negan despite his compromising position. 

          * Continued with @starlightevening  /   FROM HERE  !!

[prayingfxryou-a-blog]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AAA!!!

Thank you!!!! Eeeep <3 <3

[screwyoutwice]

@starlightevening​

He doesn’t remember his name, he doesn’t remember anything that happened before the ‘scientists’, the experiments, the way he was treated like an animal, the scientists was looking for a cure and Merle was their monkey.

But It had been a few weeks since Merle had fled the damn place, yes, he still had several nightmares about things that happened there, and he himself was different, one hand was sewn back, he don’t remember how he lost it, and he don’t even think that’s his real hand, the other hand his fingers stitched back together, his face had scars, his chest had scars, Merle’s whole body had scars and he couldn’t remember how he got them, but that didn’t matter, the only thing that mattered now was that Merle had gotten a good place to live, hidden, but live.

It was inside a small market, he had built a nest there, the nest was full of chopped magazines, chopped pillows, scattered food, bottles of water, really, it was an animal’s nest, after all since Merle was with the scientists he was never treated as a human, just like an animal, an experiment meaning right now he lives only with his instincts.

“…”

Welp, everything was 'perfect’ until the market’s door opened and Merle immediately hid inside his nest.