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“Move.”

#thxlostboy #ᵘᶰᵈᵉᵗᵉʳᵐᶤᶰᵉᵈ ( ;v: unde ) #( hi )

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We are creating a masterlist for every The Walking Dead roleplayer.

The Walking Dead show/game/comic/spin-off.

The list is here. 

#ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃᶰᵍᵉʳ ( ;ooc )

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𝓣𝓱𝒆𝓻𝒆 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓒𝓤ℛ𝓔 𝓽𝓸 

                                                                                   𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓷𝒆𝓼𝓼! 

                            𝓘'𝓶 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼!

#ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵎ ( ;self promo ) #ˢᵖᵒᵗ��ᶤᵍʰᵗ ( ;promo ) #[ FOLLOW MY NEW OC ] #[ I'm so excited for her tbh ]

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sunlightdrunk:

@xndxgnant ( 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇 )

     “Where did you even FIND an engagement ring?” She’ll get to the why on her next point – but seriously. Most places had long since been looted.

"I just... found it in this old jewelry box. Looks like someone was EITHER saving it to pass on or a marriage didn't EXACTLY last long enough to experience the end of the world."

                                   Of course, now was the cue for him to jokingly kneel down on one knee to PROPOSE to her. But, he didn't think their situation was the right exact time. His wondering eyes gazed at it though. It had, surprisingly enough, stayed almost perfectly clean from years of neglect. The gem on the top sparkled in the sunlight as well as the other smaller gems that followed around it. He wondered if the gems were real, though, there was no way of telling without a miracle or something. He palmed the ring, closing his fingers around it and shoved it into the smallest pocket of his backpack. Best keep that around for later.

#sunlightdrunk #ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵘʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᶤᶰˢᵃᶰᶤᵗʸ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᶤᶰ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ᵖᵃᶜᵏᵃᵍᵉˢ ( ;v: za chloe ) #[ we need all the threads ok ]

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Your muse finds my muse locked away in an abandoned building, bruised and shocked. Send “Who did this to you?” to help my muse.

or send “Serves you right” to provoke them.

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kiramillerx:

       She hesitates at first but eventually she brings the weapon down so it’s not pointed at the other anymore. The girl had been in that exact situation before - trying to find any supplies was tough. Everything had pretty much been picked through by now so people had gotten desperate, she didn’t blame him at all. Although she understood where he was coming from, she was still a bit uneasy. She didn’t know him or what he was capable of - trust wasn’t going to happen that fast.

  “ Well you’re shit out of luck - I’m just trying to find a place to sleep. ”  

Considering how desperate he was. His dehydration made him exhausted. The exhaustion caused his anger levels to rise. With the thinning of anti-depressants slowly slipping from the bottle that sat inside his backpack, his anger wasn't something he was able to control at the moment. He had tried hard to keep himself leveled, but his body was just too exhausted to hold him back. He frowned, balling his fists.

"Is that really how you respond to dying survivors? How could you be so selfish."

#kiramillerx #ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰᶤᶰᵍ ( ;v: za ) #[ im sorry hes mean ;n; ]

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sunlightdrunk:

    She nods, small roll of her eyes before finally sitting herself up fully and eyeing over to Will. “Oh uh… By the way I told Rick we’d do the honor of helping count inventory either today or tomorrow so - we’ll probably be bored out of our skulls. There’s a reason for it, I swear.”

Will rolled out of bed, definitely rocking the boxers that obviously left nothing to the imagination. He stretched his back, almost every bone spiking a loud CRACK all the way up his spine. Once that was finished, he shook his head. "You better not leave me to do it myself, agreed?" Too many situations in which he was left alone to finish all the work.

#sunlightdrunk #ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵘʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᶤᶰˢᵃᶰᶤᵗʸ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᶤᶰ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ᵖᵃᶜᵏᵃᵍᵉˢ ( ;v: za chloe ) #[ i need a tag for alexandria damn ]

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killeriinstincts:

  He was still not entirely sure of his situation. He was being followed he was now positive of this, but who he was being followed by was still a mystery. With the possibility that it could be more Wolves or some of the others that group had seem to have been running into lately he was not going to take any chances. Gun still drawn Carl continued to deviate from the direct path, taking the long way to the safe zone. If he was lucky he would be able to loose them and double back before he was missed.

The kid had started to take off, heading in another direction, which tipped Will a little bit. He was trying to protect something. Will's eyebrow rose as his curiosity spiked. He was now trying to think of different approaches that wouldn't scared him enough to shoot that gun. What was he trying to protect? As he stood still in thought, the kid was getting a good pace between them. So, without thinking, Will shouted.

"Hey! Wait!"

#killeriinstincts #ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰᶤᶰᵍ ( ;v: za ) #[ will isn't smart sometimes lmao ]

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continued from this 

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     A sharp glance is offered up to the window leading outside – nothing could be seen but rotted legs shuffling the area. This horde was LARGER than any Chloe had ever seen before. Something of a fearful breath is released before looking to Will. “I ‘spose there are worse people I could be trapped with.” A smile suddenly crosses her lips and she paces the floor.

     “Hopefully they’ll pass before morning, we don’t exactly have a lot of supplies down here.” Still her mood doesn’t seem too dampened and she takes a seat against the dusty floor, an old basement, at least it was SAFE and the company was welcome. Legs stretched out and she pats the ground beside her. “Come on, we should probably get some rest while we still can.”

It was a quick decision to run into the basement of an old house. Considering how hard he was running, he was scared that his boots were going to destroy the floorboards. Chloe had found the secret hatch that lead into a very dusty compartment in the floor. He had guessed it was a panic room, considering it was hidden well enough for him not to notice it at first. He watched Chloe lower herself to the floor, shaking his head at the invitation to RELAX. He didn't feel safe, mostly because the dead were walking RIGHT ABOVE them and he felt like they were escaping death for a split moment. He moved slowly, digging out his flashlight from his bag to look around. There were boxes on boxes, which perked his attention. He hoped that there were something that was eatable.

"Wait a second.."

He muttered as he made his way over to the boxes. His suspicion that the room they claimed as their own for the time being was in fact a panic room was rewarded correct when he nearly tripped over the shoes of an unsuspecting guest. He jumped, quickly pointing his flashlight at the source and noticed that the body was actually dead and didn't look like it was coming back any time soon. It looked like it had been rotting away for a long time now. Bits of bone sparkled in the flashlight's glare. The light moved down the body before spotting a gun. Will knelt down to grab it, prying it from the corpse's hands. Bones CRACKED as it pulled free. He smiled.

"Hey, look what I found."

#sunlightdrunk #ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵘʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᶤᶰˢᵃᶰᶤᵗʸ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᶤᶰ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ᵖᵃᶜᵏᵃᵍᵉˢ ( ;v: za chloe ) #[ tfw i write too much kill me damn ]

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sunlightdrunk:

      All joking is left aside as the handle of the door is turned and Chloe’s pose goes into full attack mode. The rule of thumb was to _swing at anything coming directly at her - _the makeshift pick is held up, ready to eliminate any targets within distance. The main room was clear but the shuffling was coming from upstairs, she motioned for Will to stick close. Sometimes it was proper to spread out, but knowing they weren’t on the lower floor? She’d rather have him follow her up. “Hey, if I duck - you STAB.” A risk of falling down the stairs and a risk of them getting tangled up, but she’d rather make sure the walker is down, a broken leg could be healed. A bite was the end of the end.

     At the top of the stairwell, one thudded and lunged towards Chloe - with little effort she moved her arm from its grasp and immediately stuck the brain and pulled back to retrieve her weapon. The body drops. “Take a look, there’s at least two trapped in the bedroom. Downstairs is clear, why don’t you see if you can gather up a few things. I’ll handle the upstairs. And _uh remember to keep an eye out._Any sign of people and we should probably hightail it out of here.” Her voice was a low whisper, as toNOT attract their dead company, though she waits for no response and pushes the door open quietly. She’s able to swiftly take the two inside out without even being noticed. Everything else seemed dead quiet.

     With that done, she’s begun filling her bag with necessities that are left over. Cold medicine, chapstick, bandages, toothpaste, etc. Anything that could be scavenged and used to PRESERVE a human life in this world. Fairly, she expects Will to hold back on some of the supplies he finds. Try to screw her over, it didn’t matter though. Still a better option than doing this on her own. “Jackpot.” The girl smirked and exclaimed to herself while searching one of the dressers and finding a few beanie caps. They were the best – they could hide her hair if needed and great warmth in the winter time. Plus she had a fascination with hats. There was no real explanation, either way it looked like she was running out of loot.

     Down the stairs she called to him “Hey you just about ready?” merely hopeful he was keeping a fast pace. The faster they were, the faster they could move on their separate ways and get back to things as they were.

                  Will stood ready as the door swung open, the sun of his blade reflected off the sunlight that would soon be retreating to the horizon. He held it overhand, easier to dispose of the undead that stood in his way. He took a step cautiously, unknowing the dangers of the house but having a pretty solid idea. The floor board creaked under his boots, letting it be known to the dead that he was there. Looking back toward his new campaign, Will nodded as she started to follow the staircase upward. Whatever she had said went in one ear and out the other because he was too focused on anything coming out behind them. It startled him slightly when the snarls came from an unknown source. But it was quickly quieted with the end of her knife connecting to it's head. It dropped with a thud. Taking a closer look at it, he could see the skin that once belonged to a young adult, once possibly beautiful and soft resorting to wrinkling and slipping off. Blood was dripping from it's mouth as she started to speak as quietly as she could. Instructing him to search downstairs for supplies, ALONE. As well to be cautious when he would hear voices. He had no idea what kind of people she was talking about, but oddly enough, he didn't want to encounter them. He obeyed to her orders and started back down the stairs, careful not to engage any stray blood that had decided to drip down the stairs.

On the last step, his knife still in hand, he walked casually through the house, ending up in the kitchen. An eyebrow rose as he started towards one of the closed cabinets. In an event of emergencies, most people go as quick as possible to throw cabinet doors open in frustration. It looked as though this family had decided to stay, to wait out whatever state of emergency that the town had called. Unfortunately, the family didn't last long on their own. Fortunately for Will, they left a few cans of soup in their wake. There was also everything else to be found in a regular household, but time had made it gone to shit, so Will decided to ignore it.

When he heard the voices that most definitely belonged to multiple males, he ducked. They were loud, calling out for the blonde girl to come back and to accept her punishment. Chills ran down Will's spine as he realized these were the people that Chloe was talking about. Punishment? He had started to wonder what she had did to anger this small group of men. He quickly crawled over to the window to peek his head out to see how many men there were. It only seemed to be about four to five guys, heavily loaded to the teeth. His head shot back down to hide from the much too courageous men. But knowingly, those men were going to make themselves known inside the house. Will thought about Chloe and possibly, whatever she did, might be worth it. He stood, shoving his knife into the pocket of his jeans and started walking outside of the house. He took a deep breath before raising his hands to about the level where his head sat and walked out of the house. He looked at the men who were suddenly surprised about his presences.

"I'm blonde but not a girl. I think you have the wrong house."

He tried to say at a volume that both the men and Chloe could hear. Hoping that she would get the hint to hide. A few men loaded their weapons, getting ready to fire at him at a moment's notice. Though, as Will started to notice, the men that were now threatening to kill him, were clean. They had access to showers and food that wasn't rotten. This took him aback, realizing that maybe taking this one for Chloe wasn't such a bright idea. Realizing that he could actually die by the hands of those men. The first man, who looked old, maybe reaching his early 60s. His hair had gone gray and he was incredibly skinny. The clothes he wore were hanging on him like they were there to dry on him. He started the speak to will in a threatening manner. Demanding to know where the blonde girl was. And if he didn't like the answer that Will provided, his life was about to endure absolute hell. Will shook his head, making a quick decision that could easily end his life.

“I don’t know of anyone you’re talking about. I’m a loner. I’ve been that way.”

His arms still hung by his head as the man who spoke responded with something along the lines of I don’t like your answer. Will gulped as the men behind the first started toward him. That made Will step back, but nevertheless, the men grabbed his arms and forced him on his knees. The men who grabbed him were strong, gripping him tightly. Another hand found itself tangled in his hair, grabbing it tightly and pulled his head straight up to look at the older man of the group. He grunted slightly from the sudden action but otherwise he was fine, so far.

“I swear, I don’t know who you’re talking about**!” **

Will growled under his breath, now starting to get annoyed of these men. The old man was silent for a moment before he nodded to the others. Suddenly, hands were all over him. Stripping him of his sweater and backpack. Will shouted in protest, but was immediately silenced by a hard punch to the face. Pain spread through his cheek, his jaw ached. The men only laughed, throwing his belongings to the floor away from him. The fifth man took what had belonged to Will and called it his. This caused more anger to fill him, he groaned loudly, his arms moving to attempt another escape. Which bought him another harsh strike to the face.

He received a few more punches until they threw him to the ground. A sharp kick to the head caused his ears to start a high pitch ring that invaded his entire mind. All he could think about was the pain that was erupting in every spot where a foot or fist connected with his body. He could feel blood begin to trail down his cheek. The pain was getting too great, even for him, when suddenly, it stopped. He could barely hear what the men were saying but, he could sense that they had decided that it was enough. Will laid there as he watched the thieves break into a run. The ringing stopped, and that’s when he heard it. The snarling of the undead making their way over to him.

#sunlightdrunk #ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵘʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᶤᶰˢᵃᶰᶤᵗʸ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᶤᶰ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ᵖᵃᶜᵏᵃᵍᵉˢ ( ;v: za chloe ) #[ omg this is such a long reply im dying ]

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#audio tag tba #ˡᵒᵒᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᶤˢ ᶠᵃᵐᶤˡʸ ( ;musing )

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The adventure continues. Stranger Things 2 is coming 2017.

#ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃᶰᵍᵉʳ ( ;ooc ) #[ YEEEESSSS ]

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Deep Ass Starter Sentences

“When you think about people who have died, do you picture them anywhere?” “Sometimes it freaks me out that everyone around me has a life as complex and real as my own.” “Do you sometimes suddenly hear your own heartbeat and feel sick because… What if it suddenly stops or something?” “I sometimes just want something really bad to happen to me. Something that’s just really awful. I don’t know why… Do you get that too?” “I can’t stand the thought that I don’t know what’s going to happen to the world in hundreds of years.” “Does thinking about Primary School make you sad, or happy?” “Most pets we keep only become a fraction of our age. Do you think that if they’d know this, they’d call us gods?” “What are you more afraid of, space or the ocean?” “There’s no way anyone can tick everything off their bucket list. We all want too much. It’s frustrating.�� “Do you think we’re in control of our lives, generally? Or do you think we just think we are?” “If you knew you were going to die next week, would you tell people or live the way you were till the end?” “I think most people remember the exact moment they realised they were grown up. Because of something said to them, or something they saw… Do you remember that moment?” “One of us is going to die first. Do you think we’ll still know each other to find out who?” “Do you think we’re all capable of murder when it comes down to it?” “I’m so afraid of the moment you know you’re going to die.” “Are there things people have said to you that have legitimately changed you?” “Why do people fear losing things that they don’t even have yet?” “How do I know you even have a consciousness? I can’t know.” “What do you think our purpose is?” “What if everything is just a coincidence? For instance: What if gravity doesn’t exist? Everything has just always coincidentally fallen to the ground.” “If nothing else, we at least won the sperm race.” “If you could send a message to the entire world, what would you say in 30 seconds?” “Do you think other people’s judgments motivate us or hold us back?” “If karma was coming back to you, would it help or hurt you?” “Right, we’ve probably had enough alcohol for the rest of the night. We’re getting way too philosophical.”

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important otp thing to consider: who says “only grab what’s important before we go” and who grabs the other one’s ass and says “it’s important to me”

#ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵘʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᶤᶰˢᵃᶰᶤᵗʸ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᶤᶰ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ᵖᵃᶜᵏᵃᵍᵉˢ ( ;v: za chloe ) #[ will does the ass grab lmao ] #sunlightdrunk

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nightmare starters

“Wake up! Wake up! It’s just a dream!” “What were you dreaming about…? You were shouting…” “I woke up because you were screaming so loudly.” “Shh– No, no, don’t panic, love. You’re safe now.” “It was so real! I swear! He/she was here!” “I don’t ever want to sleep again. What if– what if I dream about that again?” “If you tell me, it’ll go away. That’s what my mum/dad always told me and it’s never failed me.” “Do you want to go back to sleep, or shall I make you a cup of tea?” “I don’t want to go back to sleep…” “I’m so scared… I can’t stop seeing what I just saw. It was so vivid!” “There’s really nobody here, okay? Do you need me to show you around to prove that to you?” “How do I know I’m not still dreaming? You’re acting really strangely.” “Let’s get you to the shower, you’re covered in sweat.” “There’s really nobody else here.” “You’ve got a really bad fever. That must have caused those weird dreams.” “I don’t even know what a peaceful night’s sleep is like anymore.” “I can’t do this anymore. These nightmares have to stop…” “Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real.” “I can’t go back to sleep after that. I need coffee– no, I need a drink, a stiff one.” “How long have you been having these nightmares?” “I’ve had nightmares all my life, but they’ve been really bad recently.” “You get so worked up before you go to sleep, maybe you should try to relax a bit more. Maybe then you’ll get some rest?” “I’d kill for a peaceful night’s sleep.” “A dream catcher? Honestly? I’m not a child.” “Nothing’s ever helped this. I just need to learn to live with the fact that sleeping will always be a nightmare, literally.” “I’m so tired… but there’s no way I’m going back to sleep after that.”

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kiramillerx:

             She watches his movements carefully, studying them - hoping he doesn’t do anything stupid. It’s not like sheWANTS to shoot someone. Her arms relax a bit but the weapon stays up and pointed at him, although she has no intention of using it right now. It’s mainly a precaution - she knows it’s better to be SAFE than sorry. The gun is shaking ever so slightly in her hands but she tries her best to hide it as she speaks, not wanting to show the fear rushing through her.

“      And what would that be? ”

        Of course, Will didn’t want to sound as desperate, considering how much he actually WAS. He looked at the girl almost helplessly, tempted to begin begging if she could SPARE something. Yet, begging was completely out of character for him. Will wasn't ready to stoop down to that level. He looked at the girl, his arms returning to his sides. Gazing at her to figure out some other reason he was following her without making himself sound as DESPERATE as he was.

"I thought you'd lead me somewhere... resourceful."  

#ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰᶤᶰᵍ ( ;v: za ) #kiramillerx

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Send "Stay with me tonight." for my muse to spend a night with yours.

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