independent original character. set in a post-apocalyptic world ; read about for more info. five years of roleplay experience; 4 on tumblr. will rp in all formats: script, para, novella and crack. blog will contain triggers and will be tagged accordingly. multiverse, multiship and semi-selective. mun is super friendly and skype and kik are available upon request, given that there is a mutual follow.
independent roleplay blog for an original character from the walking dead. 5 years of roleplay experience; 4 on tumblr. will rp in all formats: script, para, novella & !crack. blog contains triggers such as gore, violence, strong language, e.t.c. all triggers will be tagged accordingly.
multiverse, multiship & semi-selective. mun is a total dumbie and skype and kik are available upon request, given that there is a mutual follow.
( ??? )
calloused palms fall to clothed thighs ; his breaths heavy and dry against the back of his throat. a few blinks later and dark eyes glance up beneath dark lashes. that was too close.
‘ thanks... fer that. ’
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Remember them how they were, not how they are now :(
(I know some of them didn’t turn but just play along with it)
A foggy day at Stanley Park, British Columbia.
( naomi )
she couldn’t move even if she wanted to; frozen with sorrow and the feeling to have k i l l e d of what would’ve brought them closer, something a couple had dreamt for, to start a family of their own — she’s been waiting a moment like this to come & change her life; until it ends up being intears.
a tense once his limbs cradled her, her face secreting into the side of his neck, cracking breaths tickle his skin, her arms still hold onto where she wished to feel a kickagain; and she d i d hope; her faith clinging by a piece of string.
and as his words grace her ears; it bought up nothing — but of ( d i s t r e s s ) & more remorse thanneeded. she was sick of it; w h e n had it ever be okay — for her?
❛ you must be a r e a l twat t’ say that. ❜
her tone being harsh, and broken, arms brought up to luke’s chest, a shove ( not so hard however ) away. red recolours around her irises — her breathing ragged.
❛ tell me luke, just tell me; WHEN was it ever gonna be okay?! ’cause it doesn’t even fuckin’ matter anymore—- O U R child died… because of me!! if ye’ think just by sayin’ that’ll makeeverythin’better—— think again. ❜
he jolts back, arms falling from her frame. her words are like needles pricking into his skin ; each syllable dipped in poison. his jaw clenches, and a multitude of emotions pound at his chest.
' hey, this ain't y' fault... this-- this shit just happens, an' it's FUCKED up, but it jus' happens ! '
he knows what he says won't make things okay again ; it's not going to bring their child back. they're both hurting, and his mind is a jumbled mess, but she can't blame herself.
he leans in slightly, dark eyes stuck on hers. he refrains from physical contact but, hell, he wants to.
' don't blame this on you, okay? ain't nobody's fault. '
Ask invasive and personal questions about my character.
Gone, Gone, Gone - Phillip Phillips You’re my back bone, you’re my cornerstone You’re my crutch when my legs stop moving
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( naomi )
her breathing being shaky, skin trembles with over the loss; the guilt built up inside of her that shakes her bones; tears warming up her eyes, bluring her vision as it clouds up. limbs feebily attempts to wrap her, fingers curl into the fabric of her shirt — lips part to sob.
her gaze avoids luke’s; lids squeezing tight to allow tears to fall down her cheeks; promptly drops to her knees and curls in — m o u r n i n g over their onceunbornchild.
the life they CREATED; that she could’ve given… all of that now in the end. all of the excitement and all of the trouble to pick out a name… now all just aw a s t eof time.
he knew it was too good to be true. just as he was coming to terms with it ; just as he was getting excited, such miracle was been ripped from his grasp. he stands there, hands by his sides and a lump in his throat. he can't even begin to imagine what she's going through.
it wasn't fair. after everything they had been through, only to have this shoved back into their faces. there's an emptiness that eats its way into his chest, and when she slides to the floor, luke follows.
muscular arms wrap around her small frame and brings her closer to his chest. he plants a small kiss into her hair, before resting his chin against the top of her head.
‘ it's gon' be okay. ’
his voice cracks as the words tip from his tongue. all this time he had been worried about whether or not she would make it, that the possibility of losing the baby had been a ghost in his mind. he hasn't prepared for this, but he won't let that stop him from being there.
Angst Starter Masterlist
" Heaven doesn't exist."
( angst )
‘ yeah— ’
there’s a heavy exhale through luke’s nose. it’s ironic, that if she said that a few years ago he would disagree. church every sunday ; grace before dinner, and for what? to be BEATEN and BRUISED ; to lose those you love & then die for no reason? this was the opposite of what he had once believed it. this was his nightmare.
‘ can’t believe i thought it was real… was all so stupid.’
But sometimes she felt she was a little girl after all…