#manhattanopus

[mettleborn]

Closed starter for @manhattanopus

“What the fuck?”

“Quiet Nicholai.”

“What the actual fuck, Igor.”

“I said quiet.”

“It is 3 in the fucking morning…the meeting is at 9, you said it yourself, no girls this weekend, only business!”

The Pakhan sighs deeply. “I didn’t invite her; she is here because I have been ignoring her calls.”

“Then I will tell her to go!”

“No Nicholai, you will open the fucking door and take her through to my office while I take a shower.”

With that Igor moves to the bathroom, leaving Nicholai to deal with the door. Walking up to it the old assassin shakes his head; all this hassle for some American pussy. Why won’t Bortsov just let this one go? Why is he attracted to crazy? Opening the door Nicholai attempts a smile but it only succeeds in looking creepy.

“Hello Mayven.”

#[Igor Bortsov - let all I have lived be as if it were a dream] #Mayven #manhattanopus #nicholai volkov #Closed starter #((Just a little something to play with ))

[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."

#manhattanopus #Season 6 Logan

[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.

#chat: mayven #manhattanopus #twd!verse #i read that in her headcanons so i hope it's okay! #let me know if anything needs to be changed <3

[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.

#manhattanopus #maybe your character is the person who meets him #or she sees him before that person arrives

[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.

#✽ (025.) i don’t have a lot to my name but i do have taste (david) #manhattanopus #✽ (answered) — ask and you shall receive #✽ (queue) — keep calm and queue on

[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.”

#manhattanopus #ANSWERED. #(oh...yikesss) #(mayven i'm so sorry)

[pantslessoptimism]

@manhattanopus asked: ❝ our luck had to run out sooner or later. ❞

"I know, I know, but I kind of wish it didn't happen right now," okay, maybe Soph was being a little dramatic, but they had been doing so well; no major injuries, no monsters getting away, hell, they even managed to score some pretty sweet hotel rooms the last couple of stops.

Now they were stuck in the worst motel she's ever seen, they're dealing with what looks like real life zombies, and she's pretty sure that if they don't somehow stop this, they'll be responsible for ending the world.

"We're really in for some shit this time, aren't we?"

#manhattanopus #ii. threads ;; another day another hunt (spn) #i'm looking at this gif and how many times do you think people assume these two are sisters because alison is looking a lil like emmy here

[therapardalis]

[I'm Not Sure Which Meme but it's from @manhattanopus (Hello sweetie!).]

"I didn't know eggs were so expensive... time to lay my own, I fear." ( hello my love!!!!! ) ------------

"Well, you probably could ..." Thera dropped that thought with a nonchalant air, deliberately left it hanging long enough for Mayven to let it sink in, and her 'what the fuck?' reflex to engage, before going on.

"I mean ... there's that little yard at the back of the Gallery. You could fence that in, put in a coop and adopt some hens from rescue shelters."

#ManhattanOpus #v; I'm sure we had a verse name

[deputygonebye]

@manhattanopus || Taken from here. 

she   stood   alone   inside   an   old   drug   store   where   the   shelves   were   mostly   barren   aside   from   some   headache   relief   medication   and   a   few   bags   of   chips   —   ugh   sour   cream   and   onion   —   she   hated  sour   cream   and   onion.   but   she   grabbed   them   to   help   silence   the   deep   growl   that   came   from   her   stomach.   she   thought   she   was   alone   until   she   saw   movement   out   of   the   corner   of   her   eye.   she   quickly   ducked   behind   the   counter,   thinking   it   was   a   dead   one   —   but   then   she   heard   the   ding ! of   the   door   opening   and   feet   stomping   not   dragging.   she   peaked   over   the   counter   to   see   a   man   standing   right   there   with   his   back   facing   her.   she   figured   maybe   she   could   sneak   past   him   and   out   the   door   —   run   for   the   main   road   and   keep   running,   but   as   she   took   a   step   her   ankle   that   was   wrapped   in   duck   tape   due   to   being   sprained   pretty   badly   had   rolled   under   her   and   caused   her   to   lose   her   balance.   she   fell   backwards   and   he   had   her   already   made.   she   sat   on   the   floor   with   hands   up.           ‘   uh   —   hey.   ’        what   a   stupid  thing   to   say,   she   thought,   but   she   didn’t   do   well   under   pressure   and   he   had   a   big   shotgun   in   his   hands.            ‘  i   don’t   have   anything   useful   —   swear.   ’

Shane said he would go. Alone, a solo mission that seemed to be an attempt to rectify a wrongdoing of his past. Whichever one it was, he wasn’t sure. So many sins committed - guilt felt over them all - it was better that way. Leave and be fast about it, the drug store was within distance from the camp, a little trail just off the main pathway. With Rick still healing over his extended hospital stay, his first couple of days surrounded by the undead, Shane considered it right that it was he who went. He didn’t trust Daryl enough to come alongside. He didn’t want to risk the safety of Glenn - poor kid could barely hold his pistol correctly, let alone aim and shoot with perfected accuracy. Soon to be taught by Shane, just not yet, the former deputy was stunned at how well the outside of the store looked. Grime covered, but with the doors still on their hinges, he opened and closed them as quickly as he could. Distance made between himself and the Walkers - minutes until they caught his scent - by himself. Least so he had assumed, it was only until he heard a sudden crash that such a thought was remedied. 

Shotgun aimed and finger ready to pull the trigger, what wasn’t an animated corpse turned out to be a woman. A young one - the Apocalypse aged every one those days - a little nervous, perhaps. Shane didn’t lower his weapon, even after her voice broke their shared silence. Backstabbing and treachery the name of the game, he was going to make sure that it was he who came out alive, should any tricks be played. Shane was certain. 

“Where’s the rest of ‘em?” He asked, eyes scanning her to see if she truly was as empty handed as she claimed. “Your friends, you got any others hidin’ in the back? You lie to me, and I’ll make sure that I’m the only one walkin’ out those front doors.”

Shane licked his lips, coming to the conclusion that, yes, she didn’t carry anything of true use. Her hands bare and her placement on the floor interesting, her ankle seemed to be in just as tough a shape, healed in a fix of tape and hope. She didn’t look the murderous type, anyway. 

“Your ankle - what happened?” Shane queried, stepping closer to her, gun still drawn but baritone much softer around its edges. “What the hell’s that? Duck tape? You ain’t bit, are you?”

#manhattanopus #Judge and Executioner || Post Apocalypse Era #Location || Atlanta Survivor Camp

[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? "

#manhattanopus #* answered. #he's like 'fear? never met her'

[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.”

#manhattanopus

[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.

#manhattanopus #[ the other one is sweet ] #[ don't at me ] #[ this was my ex's plot inspo ] #[ it can be before the breakup or after or the breakup itself ] #[ but i just had the sads ] #[ lol ] #╰ * ★ ｀ VERSE. / they wanna break me and wash away my colors.

[justafleck]

—  He  didn’t  mean  to  be  intrusive  in  a  what  should  have  been  a  private  conversation  .  But  it  was  hard  not  listening  in  on  the  couple’s  downfall  at  the  table  right  next  to  his  .  Arthur  isn’t  quite  sure  what  Tinder  was  ,  but  what  he  recognizes  is  that  the  pair  had  met  for  the  very  first  time  and  the  man  was  an  asshole  .  Rude  as  he  claimed  to  have  been  catfished  (  what  ever  that  meant  ,  Arthur’s  never  heard  that  phrase  before  )  because  she  didn’t  look  as  good  as  her  pictures  online  .  The  dating  world  was  nothing  short  of  a  stranger  to  Arthur  ,  and  he  couldn’t  fathom  why  two  people  would  go  on  a  date  without  ever  actually  meeting  in  person  :  he’s  old  fashioned  ,  some  might  say  .  He  almost  laughed  about  it   —  the  conversation  was  far  from  funny  but  still  ,  laughter  tickles  in  his  chest  until  he  hears  the  other  male  spit  that  the  woman  was  only  ‘  good  for  a  fuck  ’  .  Oh  how  it  pisses  Arthur  off  :  the  blatant  disrespect  towards  a  woman  for  no  reason  .  She  hadn't  done  anything  wrong  as  far  as  Arthur  was  aware  and  in  his  opinion  ,  the  jerk  was  lucky  to  even  wind  up  on  a  date  with  a  woman  as  beautiful  as  she  .  He  had  spoken  up  in  the  heat  of  the  moment  ,  but  regret  quickly  rushes  over  him  as  the  woman  turns  her  attention  towards  him  .  He’s  sure  that  she’d  wind  up  slapping  him  in  the  face  or  being  a  creep  ,  but  instead  ,  his  anticipation  is  met  with  a  ‘  thanks  ’  .  She’s  apologizing  in  hopes  that  she  didn’t  ruin  his  evening  and  he’s  baffled  at  the  thought  alone  .  Why  would  she  have  ruined  it  ?  She  was  the  victim  here  .  

—  His  gaze  darts  towards  his  left  hand  that  wields  the  pen  he’s  twiddling  with  above  his  journal  idly  as  he  tries  to  withhold  a  large  smile  .  He  feels  as  if  he’s  done  something  right  for  once  :  how  unusual  .  “  No   —   ,  you  didn’t  ruin  anything  .  ”  he  assured  her  softly  ,  a  soft  chuckle  accompanied  his  words  .  He’s  nervous  .  “  You  didn’t  do  anything  wrong  ,  that  guy  was  just  a  prick  .  ”  he  insisted  .  Rolling  the  pen  between  his  forefinger  and  thumb  ,  he  debates  over  his  next  move  .  Is  this  the  end  of  the  conversation  ?  Should  he  invite  her  to  sit  with  him  ?  He’s  unsure  .  “  You’re  um  ....  ”  he’s  scared  to  say  it  .  ‘  Ew  !  You’re  a  fuckin’  werido  !  ’  he  imagines  she’d  retort  . “  You’re  really  pretty  ...  don’t  let  him  get  you  down  .  He  doesn’t  deserve  you  anyways  .  ”  His  stomach  twists  with  anticipation  for  the  worst  ;  it  always  does  .  Her  joke  about  taking  first  dates  to  McDonald’s  earns  a  laugh  :  if  only  she  knew  that  Arthur  would  probably  take  his  first  date  there  —   not  because  he  wanted  to  but  it’s  all  he  can  afford  .  That’s  what  makes  it  even  funnier  to  him  .  “  I  uh  ...  ”  he  glances  up  towards  her  before  using  his  head  to  gesture  to  the  empty  set  next  to  him  at  the  small  table  he  sits  alone  at  .  “  If  you  want  ,  you  can  sit  with  me  .  You  know  ,  in  case  he  comes  back  ,  I  won’t  let  him  bother  you  again  .  ”  Arthur  knows  there  wouldn’t  be  much  of  anything  he  could  do  about  it  .  He’s  small  ,  frail  ,  though  he’s  trying  to  put  on  a  front  .  To  look  cool  .  Cooler  than  that  guy  ,  at  least  .  continued: x @manhattanopus​

#manhattanopus #c :: mayven abel #omg arthur sweet bby #he's just trying to make her night after the catastrophe of a date she was on #that's so sweet like #but ofc he's shy and nervous so he's like yeah she hates me #even tho she doesn't even know him lmao

[notafossil]

      he is rather lost in the file in front him. he doesn’t initially notice her padding across the room toward him, but when he does he sits up a little straighter, glancing toward her with a smile. he’s about to greet her when she moves to sit in his lap, and steve shifts a little away from where he’d been leaning forward and finds himself exhaling a soft breath through his nose as he feels lips at his throat. he tilts his head, giving her a little bit more access to his throat, and then she’s speaking and steve’s attention is thoroughly removed from his work. she shifts deliberately, almost grinding into his lap, and large hands frame her hips to encourage the motion as he curses under his breath.  ❝ mhm... i could definitely be persuaded away from my work... ❞

@manhattanopus​ || ctd. from { X }

#i love them #manhattanopus

[mercyprevaild]

RIVER - Our muses find a river after going days without water. - @manhattanopus

Drought season has become a much more pressing threat than the dead.

Rick recalls that it wasn't nearly this bad the year prior. Every stream bed is cracked and dry, they haven't seen a drop of rain in weeks. It didn't take long before their bottles ran empty and they became so desperate that risking unsanitary pools of water started looking like the best idea. A last resort.

Die of disease or of dehydration?

Somehow they managed not to give in to their thirst. They kept going, day after day, usually once sun was down and temperatures were cooler. Rick led the girl towards a river, at least... he thinks he remembers a river here. A big one, a deep one, a river that shouldn't be dried up or suffering too much from this drought. He thought they'd be there sooner, even began to second guess himself until one morning.

"Shh." He holds one finger to his lips and a dirt stained hand out to signal Mayven to stop and listen. She's looking for some sign of a threat, but then they both hear it at the exact same time. The unmistakable yet faint sound of rushing water. Two pairs of eyes go wide, nothing is said between them as they kick off in the direction the beautiful sound is coming from. They use their last burst of energy, everything they have left to sprint through the forest landscape that descends right down into a long, rocky riverbed.

"Oh," he nearly sobs or laughs in relief, hands on his knees, a curtain of greasy curls in his face as he stares out at the fast moving river before them.

Looking over at Mayven, a rare toothy smile takes over his dirty features, so wide it makes his dry lips crack and sting. Wordlessly, even in his relieves and happy state, he navigates the rocky shoreline poorly and stumbles his way to the water where he nearly collapses. He doesn't bother with a bottle, just sinks his hands right into the refreshingly cool river and for the first time in days, drinks the water straight from his palms.

#a feral for m.ayven!! #manhattanopus #✪. answered

[bailesona]

“  you  must  be  mayven,  yeah?  come  on  in;  mum  had  to  go  pick  up  some  last  minute  gifts,  but  she  should  be  back  in  an  hour.  “          she’s  never  been  a  fan  of  the  holidays.  but  she  has  to  admit,  the  blending  of  all  the  typical  festivities  into  their  own  personalized  set  of  events  is  something  she  has  no  choice  but  to  admire  since  aisling  adopted  her.  unless  anyone  in  the  family  observes  certain  religious  traditions,  for  the  most  part,  they  just  contribute  their  own  rituals  and  watch  the  festivities  elevate  from  there.  today  is  the  first  of  these  celebrations.  the  day  of  the  jonas  brothers.  no  kidding.  that’s  the  genuine,  honest  to  goodness  title  for  today.  it  started  as  aisling  trying  to  suggest  jones-mas  as  a  substitution,  then  jone-mas,  and  then  richard  misheard  her  and  started  calling  it  jonas,  and  then  renée,  in  a  haze  of  rosé  and  peppermint  candy  canes,  declared  the  day  of  the  jonas  brothers  to  be  off  to  a  brilliant  start.  now,  two  years  later,  they  have  the  great  pleasure  of  explaining  the  entire  saga  to  mayven.  but  tina’s  wiser  than  her  age  should  imply.  let  it  fall  to  someone  else  to  explain  the  logic  behind  today.  for  now,  she  holds  out  her  hand,  gesturing  to  her  coat  with  raised  brows.          “  i  can  hang  it  in  the  closet,  if  you  like?  and  there’s  drinks  and  snacks  in  the  dining  room,  but  be  careful;  henri  gets  cranky  when  people  eat  snacks  before  dinner,  and  etienne  is  trying  to  get  him  to  agree  to  a  road  trip  to  some  culinary  fair  in  texas,  so  he  won’t  stop  him  if  he  starts  ranting.  “

@manhattanopus​ liked THIS POST for a family holiday dinner starter!  ( and all the locations for the rest of the muses are in the tags if u want mayven to move around and mingle! )

#manhattanopus #( closed starter. ) #( MUSE: T. LI. ) #( I HOPE THIS IS OKAY MY BELOVED ) #( LMK IF U WANT IT CHANGED AT ALL ) #( and now for the other muses!!! ) #( stanley and victor are up on the roof tending to the greenhouse ) #( richard is trying to take a nap in the living room but ramsay keeps nudging him to watch the simpsons ) #( nate is sitting beneath the dining room table with a tray of mini vol au vents ) #( eli is trying to find a solid playlist in his room so they don't have to listen to mari.ah car.ey all night ) #( renée is determinedly ransacking the cd cupboard for anything with the jonas brothers on it ) #( leo is trying to wrap his presents in the hallway ) #( sammy and tim are locked in a fierce debate about why cookies can't be used as burger buns ) #( sammy can't see what the problem is bc they have brioche burger buns and brioche is sweet???? ) #( tim is thoroughly revolted by the very idea ) #( henri and etienne are preparing dinner in the kitchen ) #( and andrew is practicing mario kart for the post-dinner tournament )