my blood, my family

There’s nothing left in this world that isn’t hidden. INDIE GLENN RHEE

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xaedificare:

Ariadne pulled her hand back, feeling a little guilty for shocking him like that. She gave him a little shrug. “I don’t think you’re the one who came off badly in it. What a jerk.” She knelt down, her hands making quick work of the parts that were salvageable, i.e. not the pizza. His pack and whatnot weren’t any worse for the wear.

“Seriously, it’s New York. They’re not going to remember it in five  minutes, and if they will it’ll be the poor guy getting yelled at by  his jerk boss, not that you did something wrong.“

She had a point.  Maybe he was being a little overdramatic.  Then again, he was still having an internal crisis over whether or not he was even gonna have a job when he got back to work.  His boss hadn’t exactly made it clear, which ... admittedly usually meant yes, but there was just as much chance of him suddenly changing his mind. 

“... Okay, you’ve got a point,” Glenn finally admitted with a slight nod, his dark eyes peering around them as though it were slowly sinking in that nobody was really paying the pair of them any attention.  And if they had been, they’d already moved on.

But then he was looking down and hesitating before crouching beside her, one hand reaching for the other end of the pack and wiping some smeared pizza off of it.  "Still hot.  No one could say I wasn’t timely,” he tried to reason and then flicked his gaze toward her.  “Thanks, though.  People don’t usually give you the time of day in New York when this kind of thing happens.”

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battlexhardened:

      Maggie trusted Glenn more than anyone here ever since the first moment she even laid eyes upon him. Hell just back at the farm till now she’s seen him grow into a different person and that person she would never be able to live without. And of course she trusted him to come back but parting was still hard each time. She wanted to come with him but knowing Glenn wouldn’t allow that. 

A smile appeared at the corners of her lips. “Just somthin’ Anything comin’ from you’s special.” She spoke softly as their hands slipped out of each others. “Just make sure you watch your back. I’ll see you later on. Get goin’ b’fore it gets too late. We have time once you get back.” Leaning forward placing a kiss on his cheek. “More where that came from.” 

     His smile never did cease as she planted that kiss on his cheek and assured him there was more where that came from the moment he got back.  Well shit, who was he to waste time?  So he gave her a knowing little grin and backed the rest of the way toward the ladder.

“I’m gonna make you eat those words, you know.  Anything coming from me’s special?”  He laughed, already making his way down the ladder, dark eyes peering back up toward her as he lowered himself one step and then another and another.  “I’m gonna find the most RIDICULOUS thing for you.  And you’re gonna love it.”

And, hell, it was possible, the number of crazy things he found out there.  Things they didn’t need, things he couldn’t believe someone had even made.  Scavenging could be fun.

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skylinesentinel:

He remembered.

Joy soared through Peter’s chest and he found himself smiling out of pure relief. It was hard not to be happy about something like that, especially after everything that had happened.

“Definitely equal part insane and awesome. That’s how I’ve been listening in on recipes, I can hear quite a bit now. The world’s really quiet sometimes.” Ridiculously quiet. It was so much so sometimes that Peter had to grab a computer to hook up to a car battery so he wasn’t losing his mind.

A laugh left him and Peter put the backpack next to the webbed supplies, relaxing a little more now.

“Just barely! New York was overpopulated before but when it all went down, it was crazy. Afterward, I had to go south. There was no way I could handle the winter up there. Science is my thing but warmer climates tend to be a bit friendlier when it comes to warmth.”

He sat on the tailgate of the truck and swung his legs. “Not so bad whenever I can just grab a few dozen things and wander off. Kinda not fair, huh? It’s why I want to share what I have up there. Feels wrong to hoard so much of it knowing there’s whole communities out there who can use it much more than me. So I thought it might help to give you guys stuff to start with, just to kind of see how the survivors in this area are.”

Peter let his head go down for a moment and he frowned, recalling a few others in the area. “Those trash yard people are weird. I don’t like them. Spider Sense gets me every time i get anywhere near it. Those Saviors though… even worse.”

That smile on his face faded predictably.  It was hard to smile when you were chatting about the rising and walking dead.  It was hard to smile when you were reminded of the chaos that had ensued when it had all begun.  They’d survived, but was what they’d really done surviving?  Maybe now it was.  Maybe now that they had this community they were a part of.  Even if it was threatened, even if things weren’t the way that they SHOULD have been.

But what about Peter?  He didn’t have that at all.

Glenn listened to his story in silence, his brow furrowed with concern.  The mention of the trash yard people and then the Saviors had him visibly reacting, his jaw clenching tight as his dark eyes peered away to the left somewhere.  Like he didn’t want to talk about it, much less THINK about it.  At that point, the Scavengers were their only way out, and that felt somehow unsettling.  But that was why they’d had small groups going on, trying to get as many guns as they could.

“They ever catch up with you, with-- with THIS place,” Glenn started, peering up at the window the supplies had been webbed down from.  He looked back to him.  “It won’t be good for you.  No matter what crazy things you can do.”

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lordtaketh:

     “The guy who told me to suck his nuts? Yea, just like that, Glenn. Exacccttlly.” His devilish lips stretched across his bare face. “but      the next time, I think I’ll take you all out in the order that I line you up in. Now, we are working together. I’m providing your group with protection, since you so desperately need it, and well, you provide me with anything you can come up with.  Which, I only take half of. 

Sounds like a pretty fuckin’ decent agreement to me.”

     Every word that left Negan’s lips made his blood boil.  He had a name, he wanted to say.  He had a FUCKING name.  But by some miracle, Glenn held himself back, kept his mouth shut, ground his teeth together as though is was the only thing really stopping him now.

“Is that why you’re called the Saviors?”  Well.  He’d managed to keep his mouth shut for about five seconds after Negan had reminded him of their supposedly pretty fucking decent agreement.  “You protect people?  You terrorize people.”

But then he clenched his jaw tight, bit back his words, pulled his gaze away from him as though he knew every word he let slip was a step closer to bad news.  “Look, we’re doing what you want us to do.  No one else needs to get hurt.”

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neckerchiefsandmagic:

                              “Right,” he says playfully, making his own amusement known. “‘Cause you find it so hard to deal with my charm…” With that, Merlin takes a step closer–zippo lighter held loosely between his fingers–reaching out to take a hold of Glenn’s hand just to place the item in his palm as a way of reassurance. The empty pack lays forgotten on the ground, alongside the cigarette. “Always told myself I’d never end up like the ones I saw during my residency and look where that’s gotten me– But it only starts with the one, huh?”

      “Charm, is THAT what you call it?” Glenn suddenly cut in, that amused smile still planted there on his face.  What he didn’t expect, though, was the way Merlin stepped forward and reached out for his hand, promptly giving up the zippo lighter.  The amusement faded from his expression and now he just looked impressed as he curled his fingers around the lighter and gave him a slight nod of the head.

“You’re not like them, Merlin.  We both know you’re stronger than that.” His gaze lingered for a moment there before his brows perked up and he dropped his dark eyes while swiftly pocketing the lighter. "Good choice."

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spiritualiisms:

    𝓣he embrace of the hug was enough to make her feel a bit of comfort, something she hasn’t felt in a long time since the prison. Traveling for what seemed like months, years, on her own. Managing to survive somehow in this chaotic world they now live in. “I- I thought I’d never see any of you again. I was certain that was the last time…” Her voice faded for a brief moment. “But you’re here. You’re alive.” She then glance around Glenn’s shoulder so she could see down the street. “Where’s everyone else? Are they– are they okay?”

     So much time had passed, he didn’t know how to answer that question.  Not everyone had made it.  Not during the prison attack.  Not after the prison attack.  Shit, it was a grim reminder of everything they’d lost.  Everything Glenn had almost lost, too.  He remembered all that time spent on the road, separated from Maggie.  Feeling desperate.  Hopeful.  Hopeless.

The last thing he wanted to do was start listing off names.

“Yeah,” he finally managed after a moment, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips, his dark eyes just focusing entirely on her.  “Are you okay?  Have you been-- I mean, is there anyone else with you?  We found a community, Shelby.  A good-- decent place.”

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hydrophobiic:

              Whoever he was, Johanna was thoroughly relieved that the stranger was no longer aiming a gun at her. To his question, an immediate shake of her head. “ No, no. I was climbing to get to some supplies and fell— ” & with a sharp hiss of pain escaping between her clenched teeth, she rolled up some of her shirt, revealing a gash in her torso. Nothing too deep to be immediately lethal, but it hadn’t gotten much better since sustaining it. 

        “ See? No teeth marks. Just the handiwork of some dead asshole’s garage tools. ”

      “Good.”  It came out quickly and he winced slightly, because there had DEFINITELY been a point where something other than a walker bite could still be serious.  Sometimes Glenn forgot that.  “Well, not ... good, but ... you know what I mean.”

“You got any supplies for it?  You don’t want that thing getting infected,” he said, gesturing vaguely.  It could’ve been a lot deeper, but that didn’t change the fact that they were out here in the world with limited access to ANYTHING that could have been of help.  And when drawn blood was in the picture, they needed the supplies.

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steadyfire:

Since meeting and making a deal with The Scavengers, a group that resided at the junkyard, the residents of Alexandria had regularly been searching for guns that they could collect and give to the leader. That was the deal. If they gave The Scavengers guns, then they’d help them take down Negan and his men. Today, Carl had been paired up with Glenn, the two having taken a vehicle to take a drive and scout out some areas that they could raid. There were two other vehicles in the same general area, as going alone to territories that were unfamiliar could prove to be pretty dangerous. Rosita, Sasha, Rick and Michonne were the others who had tagged along; and Carl had only needed be reminded by his father and Michonne to be careful. While the others were out scoping out nearby buildings, Carl and Glenn had stumbled across a gun range that still had firearms. It was fairly small and didn’t have much, but it was something, and something was better than nothing. Carl was in the midst of pulling a few pistols out and loading them into his backpack when he heard a familiar noise. The inhuman, low groaning was unmistakable. It was a walker. His attention was turned towards the door, where the sound seemed to be coming from.

“I’ll get it,” the teen offered, getting to his feet and approaching said door. His knife was drawn, and just as he was approaching the door, the sound of one walker had swiftly multiplied. There was a hoard outside and the door had been swung open, Carl thus stumbling back and away from the walkers that were approaching, searching to sink their teeth into the flesh of the living. “Shit,” he muttered, pulling his gun from his holster and beginning to take aim at the walkers. Three shots were fired consecutively, and out of those three, only two had been head shots. After having lost his eye, he was still practicing on his aim and wasn’t quite as sharp a shooter as before. He was getting there, though, and he was determined to be as good as he had been with two eyes. Carl had been one of the best shots the group had. “In here!” He called, urging Glenn over towards a door while continuing to gun down as many as walkers as he could to a clear a path for the other. Even with the two of them armed with guns, taking them on alone wasn’t doable; especially in a place that didn’t allow very much movement. One wrong move, and they’d find themselves cornered and unable to escape. Movement and distance was vital when it came to going up against the dead, for all it took was one bite to become infected. @xscavenging

They all wanted this to be easy.  A piece of cake, the kind of thing where nothing at all could ever go wrong.  But nothing they did could ever be that easy.  Maybe that was why Glenn was so on alert.  Nothing had gone wrong, things were going smoothly.  They were ACTUALLY getting their hands on the guns they needed.  The guns they needed to fight the Saviors.  Because this wasn’t a fight they were gonna lose.  Not this time.

People would die.  But people had already died.  People like Abraham.  And it would just keep happening.

He was out with a small group this time, and they’d broken off into pairs to check out the area.  And Carl had been quick to point out that gun range.  Jackpot.  Even if it was a relatively small jackpot.  Whatever they could get their hands on, every single one of those weapons was something they needed.

The tell-tale sound of that low groaning reached his ears and Glenn followed Carl’s gaze to the door, giving him a slight nod when he said he’d handle it.  Still, despite it, he found himself rising to his feet and watching from that short distance just in case.  And it had been a good call because a second later, the door swung open and a hoard of the dead was pouring into the room.  Glenn grimaced, forgoing his knife and reaching for his gun.  They were too close, it was too dangerous not to use the it.

He fired one shot, and then another, and then another, all the while scrambling backward, his eyes searching and searching for a way out.  Any way that meant they couldn’t get cornered.  It was at the last second as he was shoving a walker back with his boot, he heard Carl shout and Glenn wasted no time at all in whipping around and racing toward him.  “Go!” he shouted to Carl, getting between him and the walkers as though to urge him toward the room, gunning down walker after walker.

It didn’t seem like there was much of an end to them.

But then they were in the room, the door slammed shut, and Glenn was whipping his head around until he spotted a desk.  “Help me with this,” he breathed, rounding the other side of it and grimacing as he gave it a good push toward the door.  He could the growing sounds of shuffling, moaning, dead skin pawing at the wood, just BEGGING to tear through it.

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thcsnipcr:

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          IT’S BEEN A week since he’s been shot by the asshole that wanted his supplies, and his condition hasn’t gotten any better. Trying to tend to a wound on the back of his shoulder that he couldn’t see was proving difficult, and he couldn’t place any weight on his injured side unless he wanted to deal with searing pain from the bullet undoubtedly still buried in his thin frame.

          SO WHEN HE hears someone enter the fungus-infested shack he’s been hiding in, the movement of bringing his rifle to his shoulder is sluggish, tired eyes squinting against the bright light of the outside. “Please leave me alone. I’m really not in the mood to shoot someone right now.”

       He froze at the sight of him.  The last thing he’d been expecting was a person.  The dead, maybe.  Glenn was used to expecting the dead, but coming across another person out here was so rare.  Hell, that only made the sight of one all the more dangerous and despite his characteristic optimism, he could feel his hand tight around the gun in his hand.  He didn’t lift it, though.  The stranger had gotten there first.

But he was sluggish.  It didn’t make Glenn move any quicker, but it WAS something he immediately noticed.  “Yeah, you look like you’ve been through hell,” he remarked, and it wasn’t sarcasm.  It was genuine, though there was still a look of caution on his face as though he wasn’t entirely sure where the line he could potentially overstep might be.

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I’M ALIIIIIIVE!

And slowly working on drafts.  I seriously need to apologize for dropping the ball on this blog for a bit there.  April has been total insanity for me and what time I have had I’ve mostly been spending over on my multimuse.  I am working on drafts, though!  I think I’m gonna start queuing them up from now on, so stay tuned. <3

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Give my muse an embarrassing nickname

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           ❛ You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry… Hell, you’re all gonna be doing that. ❜

                                          independent negan from amc’s the waking dead

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battlexhardened:

   When it came to Glenn there was always a light at the end of each tunnel. There was nothing she couldn’t take on with him by her side. All it took was enough walkers  she stopped thinking about it right then and there. Squeezing his hand slightly Maggie nodded. If anyone could come back home it would be him and she knew it. A soft nod was offered giving him a bit of a smile. “Maybe we should get fired and hide out all day.” Giving him a wink the smile faded. “Just be careful alright. Don’t do nothin’ I wouldn’t do.” She said squeezing his hand once more. 

“Go on, get outta here so you can come back sooner. Bring me back something?” 

           Always.  He would always come back home.  Because he couldn’t think about her living on without him, how that might affect her, couldn’t TAKE the thought of her having to mourn him.  Nothing was ever gonna separate them like that.  But for now -- for now, this would have to separate them.  But he always came back.

“You say that like I EVER do anything you wouldn’t do,” he shot back, his hand squeezing hers right back until the moment he was on his feet.  Until the moment he had to let her go, his hand slipping from hers as he backed his way toward the ladder.  “Anything special?  No guarantees, but ...”  There was a smile on his face, the kind that said he’d do everything he could to find that special something for her.

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neckerchiefsandmagic:

                              For a moment, Merlin thought he could simply have a look around & make his escape unnoticed; but, his appearance ( from the fine, purple tunic to the way he holds his head high with pride ) gives his identity away, especially in the outlying villages where the commoners know him well due to the number of times he’s trekked through to visit Ealdor with his mother. 

                              “——Please.” An amused smile graces his lips as he returns the bow with one of his own, entirely reminiscent of the same courtesy he extends to the Great Dragons out of respect for their kinship. He places a gentle hand on the man’s shoulder in an attempt to catch his attention. “You can just call me Merlin,” he teases. “And you must be the barkeep! Actually, I’m looking for someone: white scales, almost iridescent, about three feet high, afraid of thunderstorms– Don’t tell her I said that…”

     If the Prince was trying to be somehow inconspicuous, he was doing a rather poor job at it.  There was that fine purple tunic, of course, which far surpassed the quality of anything anybody in this particularly establishment would have ever found themselves in, and besides that, there was the way he was carrying himself.  With pride, as though he had everything in the world.  And, well, to be a prince, he MUST have, right?

Glenn couldn’t imagine what it must have been like.

His eyes went wide a fraction more as the other man’s hand found itself at his shoulder and Glenn couldn’t see to help the way he dipped his head once more, though his dark eyes did peer back up at him from beneath some stray strands of black hair as he tried to blink back confusion.  Really, it was only more and more evident on his face.

“That is ... awfully specific, My L--”  He stopped himself.  “Merlin.”  It sounded strange on his tongue and yet he couldn’t help the faint little smile that tugged at the corners of his lips.  “I can only assume you mean the stranger who had one of our beds last night.  To escape the thunderstorm she couldn’t POSSIBLY have been afraid of,” Glenn added, his smile settling into something more natural.

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tremulousalto:

Send me a number and I’ll open my icon folder and write up a starter with that icon.

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Things that don’t matter to me about another roleplayer:

If you use icons; some people just can’t, or don’t like it.

If you have to reply on the mobile app; I can trim our posts for us so we don’t piss people off.

If you need time to reply; Just let me know so I don’t think the thread is dropped. Everyone takes different amounts of time to do things. Never feel bad if your muse just isn’t working with you.

If you need to drop a thread; as long as you tell me I wont be mad. Sometimes we all just have too much going on, or get bored. We can always plot somethign else.

If you don’t ship our muses; Some people just don’t work together, and maybe they should just be friends. Friends aren’t a second place trophy, and I wont treat them like they are.

If your text is fancy; concentrate on the words you use, not the aesthetics. Wont matter to me if you took an extra how ever long making the words little, if I’m only getting two words back anyways.

If your replies match mine in length; Sometimes you can’t find enough words, and you shouldn’t feel bad. As long as you tried your best.

You know what I do care about? That you think of it more like fun, than work. If it’s just work interacting with my muse, then tell me, because something needs to change.

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here the thing about memes with me:

idk if a lot of people i am mutuals with are scared to send them? idk if i am intimidating, i try not to be at all. i try to make myself as approachable as possible. but here’s the lowdown about memes with me.

YOU’VE SENT 6 MEMES ALREADY? SEND THE MEME YOU’VE NEVER INTERACTED WITH ME AT ALL? SEND THE MEME YOU’RE NOT SURE IF YOU’RE ALLOWED TO SEND IT CAUSE IT’S SHIPPY? SEND IT.

memes are amazing ice breakers. they’re wonderful ways to see how our characters might interact together in a thread. my only rule is that i only take memes from mutuals. i have no other rules. when in doubt, SEND THE MEME.