im a shitty rp partner tho
sometimes i reply 19 seconds after youve replied
sometimes i reply 147 years later
im a shitty rp partner tho
sometimes i reply 19 seconds after youve replied
sometimes i reply 147 years later
' i need to tell you something, ‘ tara spoke softly, trying not to convey too much PANIC or worry in her voice. she’d spent most of the day going back and forth in her mind about what she should do, and when she finally came to the realisation that she needed to tell rick about oceanside she thought it better to do it sooner rather than later. truthfully, she was afraid — afraid that someone else would LOSE their life, especially someone she loved, whilst she was keeping secret, something that could save them.
KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.
BASICS
NAME: tara PRONOUNS: she/her SEXUALITY: bisexual TAKEN OR SINGLE: single
THREE FACTS
ONE: one fact is that i’m bad at coming up with facts on the spot TWO: i live and breath music it’s the one constant in my life THREE: i suck at everything
EXPIRENCES
HOW LONG (MONTHS/YEARS?): three years give or take a few months PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: twitter for a brief second before i realised it was a terrible place to attempt to write. other than that just tumblr, unless you count over some form of IM which i’ve done a few times. BEST EXPERIENCE: i love my oc and i like how laid back it is and how there’s a little bit less pressure because it’s your own creation, but writing for tara is my favourite and i’ve met some great people through writing for her and it’s just made my love for her blossom even more which i definitely did not think was possible.
MUSE PREFERENCES
FEMALE OR MALE: honestly, either. i’ve enjoyed writing for both. MULTI OR SINGLE: single. i like putting so much effort into one blog for one specific character, i personally work better when i’m focused on one at a time otherwise anxiety kicks in. but if i could handle a multi muse account i would definitely go for it, mainly because i have so many oc’s i’d love to put out there and loads of canon characters i’d love to write for.
WRITING PREFERENCES
FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT: ANGST. i just lean towards angst without even intending to tbh. PLOTS OR MEMES: both? it really depends on the day. LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: i like to have at least one paragraph to work with, even if it’s a tiny paragraph. just something with a little bit of depth to get my muse flowing. BEST TIME TO WRITE: i normally write way better and way more in the early hours of the morning, which sucks when you’re trying to keep a relatively normal sleeping pattern. ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): i think so. i saw myself in tara immediately. although, there are differences and i’d love to be more like her than i am. i definitely relate to her a lot.
TAGGED BY: @thathijodeputa
TAGGING: anyone who wants to do it !!
guYS IF WE’RE MUTUALS AND YOUR MUSE RANDOMLY WANTS TO TALK TO MINE, TAG. ME. IN. A. STARTER. I WILL REPLY BECAUSE I LOVE RANDOM STARTERS AND CUTE SHIT AND JUST MY MUSE BEING THROWN IN A SITUATION WHERE THEY’RE LIKE “WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO BE DOING?!?! WHO THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO BE DOING?!?! WHY THE FUCK ARE WE DOING THIS?!?!” BECAUSE ITS THE BEST THING EVER. So yknow yeah. Tag me in shit.
“There are moments that define a person’s whole life. Moments in which everything they are and everything they may possibly become balance on a single decision. Life and death, hope and despair, victory and failure teeter precariously on the decision made at that moment. These are moments ungoverned by happenstance, untroubled by luck. These are the moments in which a person earns the right to live, or not.” — the walking dead inspired, multiverse, indie original character, written by tara.
Send ❤️ for a romantic kiss. Send 💝 for a plationic kiss. Send 💞 for a awkward kiss. Send 💓 for a heated kiss. Send 💟 for a delicate kiss. Send 💔 for a interrupted kiss. Send 💘 for a static shock kiss. Send 💗 for a repetitive lip peck kiss.
rosita and tara announcing their relationship to the group:
*gather group in bedroom* *go inside the closet and close the doors* *come out of the closet holding hands and smiling* *everybody gets it but rick*
rick: “i don’t get it, what’s goin’ on? why’s everyone smilin’?”
“when was the last time you ate?”
tara couldn’t remember. days blurred into one drawn out breath now; a PITIFUL sigh, struggling onward. but she didn’t feel hungry, she didn’t even want to eat. she felt like if she did, it wouldn’t stay down anyway.
she’d been walking around feeling a little dizzy and the more she thought about it the more she realised it was probably very noticeable. and yet rosita seemed to be handling things, at least that’s why no one had asked the same question back at her. tara saw it differently though; her STRUGGLE to hold things together while a hurricane likely tore her up from inside and she’d show it in snipes and bluntness. but while her hard exterior might fool someone else, it didn’t fool tara. she could see deeper in her eyes to see what was happening BEYOND the surface. which only made it mean more to her that she’d taken the time to ask her such a simple question out of care, no matter how bluntly it came across.
‘ i… can’t remember. ‘ tara admitted, slight SHAME rising up into her throat, unsteadying the emotions she’d been trying to repress as she tried to swallow it, ‘ i guess i’ll try eat something later —— you too, though. ‘
❝ This is our home now. So you’ll learn to start to call me by my name. Not Marsha. Not dear. Not honey. Maggie. Maggie Rhee. ❞
starter call / @ofbraverys.
‘ he would’a been proud of you — for goin’ out there, not givin’ up. ’ the love she still has, will always have, for glenn shines through her words. she reaches out to take tara’s hand in her own, squeezing gently. there’s comfort in the fact that she isn’t alone in her grief; standing beside tara, the next person closest to glenn, causes her to feel lighter than she has in days. ‘ ‘m so glad you’re okay. ’
it hurt to hear maggie speak about him as if he wasn’t around anymore, she knew he was GONE but she didn’t want to believe it. and the ache she felt in her chest for maggie was insurmountable, hearing her speak with so much HOPE still in her voice. she admired her strength, she always had. ‘ i kept thinking about him while i was out there. he — he kept me going, you know? ‘ waves of sadness rippled over her, like every time she spoke about him or he CROSSED her mind she realised over and over that he was gone. it was easy to forget for a second, to think everything was still as it was, but it wasn’t and it n e v e r would be again.
“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” #yiKes
she wanted to BELIEVE she was okay but it didn’t feel like it. she hated this — she hated making things a big deal, which is why she tried to shrug everything off or bury it. she was far better at helping other people than she was at helping herself. it felt like there were a MILLION pairs of eyes on her, watching. in reality, looking back at this with hindsight, she’d realise they were all in just as much shock as she was, but in the moment she felt so vulnerable.
she couldn’t believe what she’d just seen unfold in front of her eyes, finally a glimpse of what everyone else had been through. it wasn’t that she wanted to be a part of what they’d seen, it was just that she was never around when it came to life or death situations regarding those she loved. it was why she’d offered her life up within seconds, she hadn’t had the CHANCE before and if she could just save one person she loved, her life ( or loss of it ) would be worth it. except she was still here and now she was forced to think of denise and glenn and how it must have been to be in it and to watch them go. if this was even an ounce of what they felt, she couldn’t comprehend how they were all still standing and carrying on. it felt to her like she was BREAKING, like her knees were starting to shake and give way.
she hadn’t known spencer and although she mourned for him, she couldn’t MOURN him on a personal level. she’d realised they had only had maybe one or two conversations since they’d been here, but watching anyone die wasn’t easy and it didn’t get easier each time it happened, no matter how often it did now. she remembered the shock she felt when she saw brian kill hershel right in front of her eyes. she had thought that was the WORST of it, but she was so very wrong. however, it was rosita she felt for, and for a second she thought she might lose her. olivia had been shot in an instant and then all eyes were on rosita. that’s why tara had offered up her life so hastily — she didn’t want anyone else to die, not on her watch, and especially not rosita. and then just like that negan had left, eugene in tow, and tara couldn’t stop the PANIC rushing into her body, the pure adrenaline crashing in.
the rest of the community had started to leave, to go back to their homes and mourn or shake in fear over what had happened, to hold their LOVED ones close. but tara stood still in shock, unable to move, finding it harder to breathe as the minutes passed. rick had seemed to notice, but part of her wished he hadn’t. ‘ i — i’m sorry, ‘ she breathed out heavily, her eyes wide. it was hard for her to FOCUS, her periphery was blurring at the edges and darkening with each blink. ‘ i hadn’t seen it, i —— ‘ she hadn’t realised how bad it was. it was so easy to become desensitised to it without realising, to only grieve the loss and not think about how things happened and now she’d seen just how bad negan was and it all FLOODED into her. tears came down as she started folding into herself, ‘ rick… ‘ she looked at him, making eye contact for only a moment, and it completely broke her as she finally fell to the ground, one knee on the hard surface and another against her chest, her head resting on the damp patch of her jeans as it SLOWLY turned into something more akin to a river.
consider me deceased. and @ofbraverys is to blame. goodbye.
I’M SORRY BUT ALSO I’M NOT
*couldn’t resist planting one on @ofbraverys after this*
she knew she wasn’t alone in her feelings. both of them had suffered the loss of not one, but two lovers ever since the world had gone to shit. regardless of how long ago the loss was, it was always enough to remind them just how unpredictable their world was. any of them could be fine and breathing today, walker dinner by tomorrow. it was exhausting. the constant burying and grieving, but never any closure. it was their world now.
eyes focused on tara, quickly noticing her demeanor. she’d spent enough time with her to know what she was feeling and when she was feeling it. comforting others was not rosita’s strongest forte, not withwordsat least. so when tara’s head dropped, rosita’s immediately made their way to her shoulder.
both sat in silence. rosita’s mind raced to find the right words, but nothing came to mind. luckily, tara found words in her mind, words rosita wished she would’ve thought of first. ‘for as long as i’m here.’ the phrase made her sigh. it was more than accurate, but that didn’t mean she liked thinking about it. losing anybody else wasn’t an option. rosita’s mind kept racing, unable to pair enough words to make a good enough sentence to reciprocate the sentiments expressed by tara. so since words weren’t working, actions would have to do. impulsive actions at that.
without a second thought, rosita took a deep breath. torso turned towards her friend, best friend, nose nudging her cheek before her lips met the other’s. not once did she think twice about it, or if it was the right thing to do, or if it was the right time for it. she just did it. and she didn’t regret it, because as soon as she did, words flooded her brain. ‘ i––– SHIT. tara, i–– i’m sorry… ’ for the surprise of it, perhaps, but not for actually doing it.
tara couldn’t register it at first, rosita being so close to her that it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. being close to anyone now was a strange concept, but it didn’t take long for tara to relax and let it happen. as rosita’s nose touched her cheek a wave of EUPHORIA washed over her, and spread through her body in an instant. was this what it felt like to really... want someone? she thought. it had been a long time since she’d felt that way.
lips gently brushed together, creating an array of COLOURS in her mind and an ocean of feelings to erupt inside her stomach with each kiss. all this time she’d considered rosita as her friend — her best friend, and now as their lips CRASHED together she realised that perhaps she’d buried some deeper feelings she had felt towards her from the start. she didn’t have time to be scared, all she wanted was to be in the moment, but just as she started to close the gap between the two of them and fully EMBRACE it, rosita moved away from her.
the taste of rosita’s lips still LINGERED on hers as she looked at her, concerned about what she was feeling and about what she might say. she was sorry, but tara wasn’t. and suddenly that fear came back and replaced the spine tinging ecstasy she had felt to one closer to panic. questions flooded her mind. what had they done? had they ruined the closest friendship they had? she tried to FOCUS on what was happening and not let her mind run away with her.
‘ wh — what are you sorry for? ‘ she asked, nervously, awaiting an answer she knew was likely to disappoint her.
“Do you have a Valentine yet?”
‘ why? ‘ she asked, a grin growing on her face, resisting the urge to ask her, ‘ have you? ‘
BASTILLE → “WILD WORLD” // ASK MEME.
GOOD GRIEF.
❛ it goes in one ear out the other. ❜ ❛ you’ll be missing from the photographs. ❜ ❛ in my thoughts you’re far away. ❜ ❛ i can picture you so easily. ❜ ❛ every minute & every hour, i miss you more. ❜ ❛ it’s such a shame we had to see them burn. ❜ ❛ what’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in it ? ❜ ❛ if you’re going to be a party animal, you have to learn to live in the jungle. ❜ ❛ now, stop worrying & go get dressed. ❜ ❛ you might have to excuse me. ❜ ❛ i’ve lost control of all my senses. ❜ ❛ i’ve lost control of all my words. ❜ ❛ get drunk. ❜ ❛ call me a fool. ❜ ❛ put me in my place. ❜