#walridiing

[smugliar]

@walriding​ asked;;  “is this how you flirt with everyone?”

This place was empty without them, but over the course of time, he had become to dislike their company. Some part of him had become easy to set off. This twitchy snap at those who tried to take- no, steal -valuables that lay around his area. Right, this was all his now. Some misshapen collage of places, memories - it was unmistakable that they were his, the more he had time to take it all in.

The blade sinks into the fabric of Miles’s shirt and, with the company of shadowy hands littered about his person, have him held down to an abandoned pool table. The clattering of the pool cues has settled, along with the clinking of resin. Their roughing breathing is the only noise among the occasional sputter of ringing from a damaged slot machine somewhere far away in the vastness of the large, mazelike labyrinth of the casino floor.

“Maybe,” Ace hums, twisting the knife’s handle, mind becoming somehow clearer, he flashes somewhat of a crooked smirk. Yet that tense paranoia remains unchanged as the dragon protects his hoard of gold. The white, ghostly pupils of his never bring themselves to look away from Miles, continuing to loom over his restrained form. “Depends what brings you here, sabelotodo.” 

#walridiing #♣{ blood on your hands || killer au #♤{threads #// here we gooooooooo

[hereticalmother]

@walridiing

The end plays out just as she knew it would; blood rain and corpses piled high. The only discrepancy is Val's role in it. She’d been confident at first, prepared. Lynn slipping away had thrown the plan into disarray. Val was meant to be there for the birth. For the end. For the beginning. Would he understand that it was through no fault of her own?

Doubtful. There is no room for excuses when it comes down to the only thing that matters in the world. Failure is failure, whether it's through fault of her own or not.

When she finds herself in the quickly collapsing mines, she isn’t surprised. She braces herself for the consequence of her failure, for a death that doesn’t come and soon, she realizes, it’s morning. It's morning and she's alive, save for scrapes and bruises and a headache that won't stop. It's morning and she's more uncertain of her path in life, more fearful of the future, than she's been in a long time.

The light streams in through a crack in the rocks; she's near the surface, spared in a pocket of safety amongst rubble. As far as she can tell, the whole mine has collapsed save for the section she sits in. It's luck- Or a sign that something is looking out for her. Is this forgiveness? Or is she being kept alive for a punishment worse than death? 

She knows she has to face it, either way. She knows that there's no turning back now, no giving up. She pushes boulders out of her path, cautiously, careful not to cause another avalanche, until she's able to crawl to the surface. It's eerily silent; she knows without searching that she's the only survivor.

But, then she sees it on the horizon; the inky blackness of swarming insects, nanites- of nightmares and pleasure both nearly incomprehensible. It's familiar. It's like coming home.

Tears well up in her eyes and the only reason she even notices is because of the way they make the dry mud, caked to her cheeks, turn back into a liquid. Hope swells in her chest. If this entity, this emotion, is here to punish her, she welcomes the exquisite agony that she knows only from her dreams.

She stumbles out of hiding, towards this swarm and it's host. She's never felt such joy and fear intermingling in her life. "You came for me..! I did everything you asked of me, everything for you, my love…"

#[miles straight up did not sign up for this] #walridiing #Postgame Verse;

[finalvlog-a]

a distraction for @walridiing​

There had been a flash, a wave and when Alex turned around he was standing somewhere else entirely. The Green Man had been displeased but curious. Still in a rage over the imminent destruction by humanity when they had been gathered into a dark fog. The deity was otherwise quiet, keeping to itself as Alex tried to figure out what was happening.

“Am I dead?” He asks aloud, but receives a very strong feeling of ‘no’ from the Green Man, so if he’s not dead then where is he? There’s no way he could have survived a nuclear blast, but then again until a few weeks ago he wouldn’t have thought he could have survived being eviscerated, with his guts pulled out and his body hung up to be made ‘an example of’, so his intuition couldn’t really be trusted when it came to otherworldly things. Alex begins walking through the foggy forest, which is disturbingly quiet. It’s not natural, which is something both of them agree on. There’s no animal sounds, no wind, and the moon emits an eerie unnatural light. Alex keeps moving forward, on edge as he keeps looking around for any sign of life.

Eventually he spots a change in lighting, a ways up ahead but there it is. Alex moves faster, approaching what looks to be a campfire. If there’s a fire then that means someone had to of lit it, right? He’s careful in his movements, wary of coming across someone with the Project or .  .  . he’s not sure what to expect at this point but he’s going to be careful about it. There’s a vague amusement from the Green Man when it comes to his caution, but Alex ignores it.

There’s someone leaning against a tree, gazing at the fire with a distant look in his eyes, but he doesn’t seem dangerous, and he’s not wearing an Eden’s Gate cross, which is good enough for Alex.

“Uh, hello.” He announces his presence, stepping into the outermost ring of light that the fire casts, one hand lifted in a wave. Something inside of him simmers, the Green Man bristling. Weird.

#walridiing #Ⓥ ENTITY’S REALM … DBD #☄ BUFFERING … queue

[richardtrager]

I followed you because I was really excited to see some character variety coming back to the rpc! And I stayed because I really do love your portrayal of Rick. I think you’ve got his voice down pat — there are times where I’ve snorted at something witty he’s said then been like 😒 immediately after because he’s y’know. Rick. Which is pretty much exactly how I felt about him in-game, which means you nail it perfectly!

What about my portrayal attracted you to my blog? What made you stay?

That’s a big compliment coming from you. You’re like, the authority around here. Your writing never ceases to impress so it means a lot that you like mine. Damn, I’m glad I’m getting that reaction. That’s exactly what I’m going for. Rick could be so funny if he wasn’t so.... Richard. Hehe. I hope that you continue to enjoy it! ily

#walridiing #answered #Nose to the grindstone ; OOC

[alicemarion]

❛   hey,   you.   ❜   there’s  a  smile  forming  on  her  lips  as  alice  blows  a  strand  of  pale  hair  out  of  her  line  of  vision  to  see  him  better.   a  familiar  jacket  and  silhouette,   there’s  a  scruffy  face...   now  it’s  becoming  a  big  grin  as  she  recognizes  the  reporter.    ❛   what  took  you  so  long?   ——   i  totally  could’ve  finished  my  debut  novel  by  now.   ❜

@walridiing  started  following  you.

#IC. #hey!!! alice and i have missed u #;W; #walridiing

[iscariotsdeputy]

 @walridiing​

    It’s been a while since Staci’s been around a calendar. It’s been a while since he’s stared at a clock or his phone. All things that got taken from him when he got taken by the Project. Time wasn’t on Staci’s side anymore. He couldn’t prepare himself for the inevitable. He couldn’t prepare himself for that special night of the month, when the moon was full and his memory went a little blank. All he had now was instinct. Instinct that came to him those days, warning him of the coming storm that would hit that night.

    It was hard to escape the storm. Especially when he was stuck inside some cabin off in the middle of the woods with a man who was...sort of a stranger to him. They were recently acquainted with each other, becoming allies out of circumstance, and then soon Staci found himself trusting Miles. Miles just wanted to help, wanted things to get better, wanted Staci to be safe. Staci understood that. Staci wanted people to be safe too.

    Which is why he needed out of that fucking cabin.

    His skin felt like it was crawling from the inside out. Something was there, something Staci knew what it was. Staci knew that creature and knew it like it was all Staci was. So Staci knew it was impatient. Staci knew that he was pushing his luck by staying inside right now. From the bed in his room, Staci crept up, hands shaking in the pockets of his sweatpants. With a brief look outside the window, he saw the sunset plastered across the skyline.

    All he had to do was speak to Miles. Just ask. Just get out of there. Just step out of his room. Just step into the living room where Miles was. And just be gentle with his wording-- “I need to leave. I need to go outside.” 

    Or don’t. That works too.

#walridiing #Verse: Full Moon #WOOO LET'S GO

[mslangermann-a]

@walridiing​

    The ship’s jerks and rattles were finally beginning to smooth out. The jump to hyperspace had not been kind to the ship itself or the two people on board. After all, the vessel was merely a loan, an old junker Lynn managed to haggle her way into for this impromptu mission. She was made to promise she’d return the rust bucket in one piece, but she was beginning to think it might not even get her and Miles home as it sighed and creaked against every maneuver. 

    Entering Korriban’s atmosphere would be hell. Although, Lynn could only imagine that would be the least of their worries. 

    Even after all these years, the planet’s status remained a mystery. Lynn tried desperately to reach out to her connections, to pull whatever information she could on the planet and its former cult, but no one knew anything. Some were even convinced the planet itself was a myth, a legend passed on by fearful Jedi who knew little of how the galaxy worked. Of course, Lynn didn’t listen to them. Korriban left its mark on her. That planet and its self-righteous inhabitants took her childhood. And she could still feel its power. 

                                             It was as real as the air she breathed. 

    Now it loomed outside the ship, red as blood and blanketed in shadow. There was nothing good about this place. It reeked of evil and pain, and it seemed to breathe its horrors into Lynn, her chest heavier as they drew closer to the planet. 

    “Hang on,” she told Miles, tearing her gaze away from Korriban to focus instead on the controls. “It’s going to be a bumpy landing.” 

#walridiing #VERSE ; FIGHT THE BRUTALITY (star wars)

[nicknamedrook]

continued from [x] @walridiing​

“You ever go down to the Henbane?” Ruth knelt next to one of the cages, but not close enough for the slobber from the snarling of the judge inside to get on her face. Dark eyes lifting gradually from it’s face to the man near her. “There’re people down there called angels. They been dipped and manipulated and changed by bliss. And once you get to that level of addiction, there’s no detox.” 

She pushed herself up and pulled her service pistol, loading it with hesitation. It looked like she wouldn’t have his help with this. Not with the way his eyes seemed to get even bigger and sadder just at the sight of these wolves wanting to take his fingers off. 

“Mind going to help Dr. Lindsey catelogue the reports?” She jerked her head toward the building, “If we start catching it earlier on, we might be able to reverse it.”  

#walridiing

[saintmarlboro]

@walridiing​  said     :     ❝ to be honest, i don’t give two shits what you’re up to. ❞     (          tlou   meme  +  not  accepting.        )

❝     yeah     ,     the  feeling’s  mutual     ,     pal.     ❞     it  was  probably  better  to  not  have  that  attention  on  him.  he  wasn’t  exactly  here  to  steal  something     ,     more  so  just  weighing  his  options.  he  could  do  that  without  the  set  of  eyes  on  him.  clearing  his  throat     ,     he  shot  the  other  a  look.      ❝    —————     d’you  linger  around  everybody  or  am  i  just  special  today      ?      ❞

#walridiing #╰ * response ( in character . ) #sorry this is late omg.

[amidalaheir]

@walridiing​ gets a random thing

“You’re hurt.....come here Miles,” the queen frowns when he returns to her throne room, standing from her seat as she moves forward to check on him. “What happened? Who did this?”

#walridiing #verse tag tba #✯| i'm on fire! [a wild starter appears!]

[dcputyrook]

@walridiing​ asked you: “Can you uncuff me?”

morning after starters // selectively accepting

A bark of laughter escapes Alder. He looks Miles over, albeit more than APPRECIATIVELY as he does. He does have one hand free (Alder had MERCY on him earlier) but his other hand was still locked firmly to the headboard. With another laugh, the rookie deputy drags a hand through Miles’s curls, letting his nails drag lightly across his scalp before he draws away.

He goes through the bedside dresser, producing a key from the topmost drawer.

“You’re absolutely NO FUN.” Alder says between laughs, but he does as Miles says. He fits the key into the small lock, freeing Miles from his one-handed containment. “There. Is that BETTER?” 

#walridiing

[smugliar]

He’s a ten but he looks like he got dressed in the dark, and would probably make out with his reflection if you left him alone with a mirror.

SEND [ THEY’RE A 10 BUT … ] AND FINISH IT IN MY MUSE’S INBOX.

"Pero te encanta mi amigo. I promise having more than one of this hot bod is twice as fun."

#✉{ offerings || asks #walridiing #T: but you love it my friend #ace vc: why would i deny myself a good time

[aestarc-a]

 i probably shouldn’t be surprised tbh  |  @walridiing liked this 

   “--- Hold up. I’m sorry. I must have misheard you. Could you repeat that?” 

#walridiing

[finalvlog-a]

@walridiing​​ .  .  .  continued from this ancient ask

Alex squints at Miles like he’s trying to decipher if the other man is being serious or not, “Middle ground.” He repeats slowly, omitting the ‘happy’ part because he’s not completely sure how happy that mid-point between worried and flattered could be given the circumstances. Nonetheless, he sighs and lifts his hands in a half-shrug, as though to say ‘alright’. Then his hands drop when Miles admits he doesn’t know what it means and Alex blinks at him.

That’s not good. Is it? Maybe it’s fine, yeah probably fine. Alex’s eyes widen incrementally when Miles says that he thinks it appreciates him or maybe there’s some kind of familial thing going on. When Miles reassures him that Alex isn’t at risk of being hurt, he waves that off, not having been concerned about the potential danger it posed with Miles behind the wheel.

 “I wasn’t worried about that, I trust you.” Alex says without hesitation, having briefly considered the possibility of getting killed by something that was straight out of a horror film before dismissing it soon after. “I’m mostly worried about whether or not this means I’ve been making out with more than just you now.” He tries to lighten the mood, taking on a thoughtful look as he presses one fist to his chin, humming in consideration. “I mean I guess it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world but .  .  .” Alex trails off, a smile tugging at one corner of his lips from the joke. 

#walridiing #☄ BUFFERING … queue #// me finding this in my ancient drafts #// h u h

[richardtrager]

I really love your take on Rick!! I often find in fanworks that people tend to make him either too comical and not Unhinged(tm) enough or vice versa -- but I think you strike a good balance. he's got the wit but at the same time you can feel the underlying aggression even when he's joking. it's definitely something I notice reading your replies (bc I do stalk mutuals' writing) -- they're humorous at first brush but chilling if you think about it a second longer. which to me is peak Trager!!

Wow! This makes me feel more confident and happier than I’ve felt in days! I’m new to Tumblr so I didn’t really know if my writing style would be something people would be interested in here. I’ve been worrying about it off and on for days. I really appreciate this. I work really hard on my portrayal. I love your Miles as well, so feel free to come bother Rick anytime!

#walridiing #OOC #Thank you so much for this #I agree that he is played to harshly on one side of his personality or the other #I'm guilty of that too sometimes #It's hard to get that balance

[swarmdiagnostics]

                i’m UNCONTROLLABLE ,  EMOTIONAL ,  CHAOTICALLY PROPORTIONAL   i’m VISCERAL ,  RELOADABLE !

#EDITS. #AFFILIATION : QUENTIN BECK (illusiione) #an edit for the kids x2 #SELF. #illusiione #walridiing #V : MERGING TECH (mcu)