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discord’s my one true love now, but you can catch my muses over at @ohsure where I’ll be doing some searches for 1x1 writing partners !
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cantcontrolthegay:
the rumors are true: im soft and i just want to be loved
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QUINN / fellnwonderland.
quinn only let her eyes flicker now and then as zach worked on her flat, hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket. really, honestly, he didn’t have to come and help her, of all people. zach easily could have told her to call someone else, or call a tow truck, but instead he got up in the middle of the night to help her.
coffee shop girl.
after, and at his comment about how much a nicer spare would cost her, quinn almost, almost made her own remark about how it wouldn’t be an issue, before stopping herself. the last thing she wanted was to further play into the walking cliche that she was; pretty blonde who comes from money, and whose job was only a means to keep her busy. “i’ll keep that in mind.” as his hand extended to go for the door, to be ever the gentleman, quinn could only hide a snicker of amusement as zach then realized how grimy it was. the next comment, the question that left hanging in the air, did cause a heat to rise to quinn’s cheeks, her heart to beat just a little bit faster.
a witty remark had already come to her head, about how she was sure there was something she could think of for him to work on, or with the car she was fine, but-
“i think i’m good with this,” she answered, giving him a genuine smile, her head cocking to the side ever so slightly, hazel eyes settling on his grey. a warning bell was beginning to ring in her head as quinn stepped closer, suddenly not caring if any dirt or oil got on her clothes. softly, her lips pressed against the side of zach’s mouth, just to lessen the loud ringing in her ears that told her not to move a little closer inward. “thank you,” she breathed upon pulling back just enough to peer up at him.
outstretched arms stilled in midair the moment zach realized the ice queen herself was going in for more than just a hug. his hands dropped, the pace slow and steady as if too afraid to make any sudden movements. he wanted to laugh, shake his head, make a joke, but instead he just accepted the kiss for what it was with a smile on his face and uncertainty in his eyes. zach watched her as she pulled away, head willing his feet to finally step back in the direction of his charger. ❛ uh, yeah — anytime. ❜ he really hoped she didn’t pay all her mechanics with that same kind of attention. connecticut just kept getting weirder and weirder. two fingers offered quinn a passing salute as the ruffled boy turned himself around, eyes still watching over his shoulder. ❛ drive safe out there. and hey — next time go around the sharp objects in the road. ❜
#fellnwonderland#` 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙀 / modern.#` both my replies to you were wrap-ups#` u know what thaaaaat meeeeeans :)#` we need some'a that nu-nu !
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QUINN / fellnwonderland.
Admitting she needed help, or was grateful for someone, or was God forbid ever wrong, were all things Quinn never really knew how to go about. Realistically, she did, but in the moment, she found it difficult to, well… Not revert back to her old Queen Bee self. Zach for whatever reason could bring that side in her back out again, and it was becoming a balancing act for the blonde, between what was seen to her as being playful, and what was making her come off as a total icy bitch.
It’s apparently what she was doing, the latter.
Guilt settled in as her hazel eyes quickly followed Zach, and before she even realized she was doing it, Quinn’s voice cracked through the dim indie track on the speakers. “Wait.” With a small frustrated sigh at herself, she rounded the counter towards the door, fighting the urge to fold her arms and further block herself off-
Or whatever it exactly was her therapist had once said she was doing.
Whatever.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for all of that to come off the way it did. I can be kind of…” She let it hang in the air, eyes rolling a little at herself and her behavior. “Thank you, for sticking up for me like that. I’ve gotten so used to ignoring it until someone gets bored, or a guy only playing white knight to get and get something out of me for it. But I don’t think you’re like that; it’s just… you.”
there were at least five different ways zach could think to finish that sentence. quinn could be kind of a lot of things, but rarely did he ever fault her for it. why would he? quinn fabray was the bearer of his coffee, the bringer of his snacks — their relationship didn’t need to be complicated by bullshit. he wanted to brush it off, tell the girl it didn’t matter, that there was no reason to apologize, but he didn’t. zach stood and listened, watching quinn’s sudden display of feelings with a face painted in both surprise and sincere appreciation. an anxious tongue darted out to brush along dry lips, mulling over his words before finally speaking them.
❛ man, I’m not trying to be anyone’s white knight. what would that get me — half-priced coffee? ❜ a lightness washed over his features, loosening his jaw and allowing for a soft twist of his lips that formed a smile. ❛ tempting. ❜ tempting indeed, but zach wasn’t that big of an asshole. ❛ I’m not mad. I’d suggest workin’ on your people skills if you’re gonna keep serving folks their sacred midday coffee, but I’ll be back. I always come back. ❜ with a hand thrown in the air as his half-assed goodbye, zach spun on his heels and headed for the door. his voice, just as lazy as his parting gesture, carried over his shoulder as he went. ❛ see ya monday, coffee girl. ❜
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BETH / bcthgreene.
TIME—she had completely lost any and all sense of it. All she knew was she had to keep running, no matter how much it hurt she had to just keep pushing. Her lungs ached and her legs felt like jello but she knew she couldn’t stop, not with Grady still too close for comfort. ZACH gave her the push she needed, she knew she just needed to stay behind him and if he could keep going, why couldn’t she?
The blonde followed Zach into the boutique, falling onto her knees beside him. It took everything she had in her to NOT hurl all over the old wooden floor. Beth straightened up, labored breaths as she turned to face Zach—a big GOOFY grin on her features. They made it, they escaped that horrid place.
They didn’t have anything but the scrubs on their backs—but hopefully, they could change that. Maybe they could find some more fitting clothes here, she didn’t like how LOOSE the scrubs were, meant that the walkers had more to grab onto. Another thing she was concerned about was lack of weapons—but she couldn’t think about that now, they MADE it and that’s what mattered.
❝Couldn’t ‘a done it without ya.❞ She said with a quiet laugh, gently nudging her shoulder against his. She couldn’t remember the last time she was this HAPPY.
not once in his time at grady had he seen someone smile as brightly as beth was now. all at once the clouds in his life parted, giving way to this sunshine that felt new and sweet, but so damn fragile all at the same time. his insides felt lighter, less mucked up with emotional sludge despite the state of their world. very little had changed, and yet everything had changed. even if this feeling could only be temporary, zach was eager to hang on tight and fight with his life just to protect it. he had to. beth was special.
at some point his arms found their way around her, squeezing tight in a hug fit for victory. he couldn’t remember the last time he hugged somebody so tightly, even before the world went to shit. unconsciously, zach’s eyes had fallen shut, body savoring the contact for as long as he possibly could before finally loosening his grip and coming back to reality. their labored breaths seemed calm now, his own hands still trembling from the adrenaline rush that was sure to be pumping through his veins for hours to come. how his heart managed not to explode at times like these, he would never know. gray eyes squinted through the dark of the store, scanning not for new clothing, but for any sign of movement amongst them. the place felt still, but without weapons, they couldn’t afford to take any chances.
❛ you, uh, wanna keep close? at least until we find some sort’a weapons to mess around with. ❜ even as he spoke, his eyes searched. beneath the front counter he pulled out a fabric-covered coat hanger, giving it a good once over before tossing it back in the box. too flimsy. not sharp enough. that thing wasn’t going to help them at all. and so he finally ventured through the perfect aisles of clothing, stopping only when he found a metal rod once used to remove clothing from tall racks. he passed it from hand to hand, thick brows nearly meeting in concentration. ❛ what do you think? there’s two of ‘em. ❜
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LETHA / withalisp.
lips pucker around a few more chocolate chips , pursing outwards as she leans back against the cabinets . head shakes , chin rises as do the corners of her mouth . ❝ yeah , but you’d be so sad if anything ever happened to me . ❞ spoken with an eye roll , legs pulling up so that her knees were level with her chin where it will then come to rest . ❝ well some would be wrong . control issues and not wanting to share are two totally different things . guess i’m just gonna be keeping all of those cookies for myself once they’re done . ❞ gaze wanders to the bag in her hand , mind off debating whether or not it would be smartest to just give in . as usual , left wins , and letha’s arm outstretches with the opened bag rested carefully in her palm . ❝ truce ? ❞
man, she really thought he’d give up that easy, huh? though he may not have wasted any time in snatching the bag of chips from her palm, no way would zach be calling a truce. ❛ truce? and give up my chance to seek revenge on your controlling, blonde ass? ❜ a puff of laughter left fulls lips, head tilted back and mouth wide as he dropped a stream of chocolate chips directly into his gob. zach was already walking away, moseying on off to the living room in search of a big, cozy couch to park his ass on while letha decided whether or not to join him. ❛ I’ve got plenty of payback still left in me. I’m saving it just for you. ❜
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MAGGIE / maidiin.
❛ 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲. ❜ the words pass her lips, face formed with sorrowful expression. there’s never a morning without passing thought of younger greene, a song bird who was never meant for a world so cruel. it’s been easier to convince herself these years that beth was better dead, so she no longer had to suffer, to let the world take away the hope that blossomed from her. it was a series of selfish thoughts, on the other hand to still wish her sister was alive, still by her side. ❛ i’ll never get’ta know what happened at that hospital, and i have’ta live with that. ❜ the gaps in between had been filled in by daryl, but after their separation would always remain a mystery, one that would eat away at maggie until her own end of days. a visible change as she regathers herself, pulls together so those cracks in armor forged so well, can’t shine through. ❛ we thought you were dead, going’ back to a place like atlanta? it’s good ‘ta see otherwise. ❜
@bigspot / starter call : closed !
warm reunions were just a thing of the past now, weren’t they? though the hugs may have been tighter and the smiles sweeter, it was all in relief that either party wasn’t dead. and then again, how terrible it was going to feel once the good to see you’s ended and the weight of absence set in, knowing damn well there was bad news to share — because there was always plenty of that. once upon a time, beth had been a light in zach’s life. a beaming ray of sunshine who, time and time again, taught him to trust in a world that only gave him reason not to. to love and feel joy in spite of it all. he could feel his chest tightening, stomach turning from the news. gray eyes stung with tears that were quickly swiped away with the back of a shaking, dirty hand. holy shit, was the world ever going to cut them a break? ❛ I was right there in atlanta. I saw those pigs coming in and out’a grady a thousand times. if I’d known she was there — I just wish I could have been there for her. there had to be something I could have done. ❜
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* oops ! kinda took an unannounced hiatus there, huh? I’ll save the excuses and just say that inspiration struck hard this morning, so I took advantage and queued up a few drafts ! you can still expect replies to be slow, but it’s nice to be back in some capacity. if anyone switched blogs, please like this or otherwise let me know so I can follow you there !
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AMY / wonknot.
+ @bigspot & . zachary weiss . starter call .
❛ sometimes i just really miss technology, y’know ? ❜ spoken with a huff as she lifts the bottle to her mouth, taking a sip before shaking her head . ❛ not like– i can live without the internet, but electricity ? being able to store stuff in a fridge rather than only eating canned beans for the rest of our lives . god– and lights ? i really took all that stuff for granted, y’know ? i never thought something like this could happen . ❜ voice trails off, deep inhale pulled through her nose as her gaze shifts to the ground, tracing patterns where there were none . ❛ i’m definitely rambling, tell me to shut up whenever you’d like . ❜
when did the voice in zach’s head grow blonde hair and a pair of tits? the thought alone inspired the dopiest of grins to stretch from one ear to the other. gray eyes were awash with amusement, idle fingers picking at the blackened grease just beneath his nails. ❛ I take it camping was never your gig, huh? ❜ it was more of an open-ended assumption than a question. one zach barely left room for defense before continuing on. ❛ it’s all about workin’ with what you’ve got. you know, becoming the emeril lagasse of the apocalypse. a little boxed mac and cheese, some cubed spam. hot sauce. in a place like this, you don’t need a fridge to make things good. I mean, c’mon — have you seen that pantry? and the grill they got burnin’ out there? we’re eating better than I ever did before the world went to shit. ❜
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❛ so dude, y’know, just man to man —- ❜ a flicker of humility flashed behind gray eyes, the dumbest smile wrecking his face as if even zach himself knew damn well how big of an asshole he was about to sound. not that his words held any ill intent. he was just some dumb kid, after all. a dumb kid, at the end of the world, grasping desperately for any sense of normalcy inside the safety of those prison walls. and yeah, okay, maybe he had his eye on a certain blonde in cellblock c that made his palms sweat and his tongue fumble over all his words. this conversation was key to getting from a to b. ❛ —- maggie. how the hell’d you manage that? I mean, the greenes — they’re the kind’a women guys like you and me would’a been lucky to land before all this shit went down, y’know? but now? I don’t know how you did it. ❜
starter call / @supplyboy
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* starter call ! activity is very slow at the moment, so please don’t think you’re being ignored if you don’t immediately receive something from me. I mean it, I’m the queen of molasses, but I promise it’ll be coming your way eventually ! if you’re a multi who prefers not to specify a muse, expect me to slide on into your dms for plotting. and as always, rules apply.
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JESUS / takenpeace.
THE KEY TO COMMUNITY are the people within it. hilltop is FULL of good people willing to make it better. his job has always been to bring people in. to grow their ranks so they live for a better tomorrow. someone like this kid seems as if he’s the perfect fit. he’s ALONE in this world with no one to watch his back. at first glance he hadn’t tried to kill jesus. ‘there’s no catch. i assure you. we need numbers. communities exist with more people and thrive from teamwork. as long as you pull your weight and help us become better than what we already are? you’ve got food, shelter, strong, HIGH walls. all you need to do is say yes.” of course people will always have their hesitancy. the world isn’t so kind anymore and neither are the people in it. the paranoia is understandable. ‘if you don’t like what you see then i give you my word that you can walk right back out the gates. no harm no foul.”
a dude named jesus was giving him his word — did that make it better or worse? it was smart, at the very least. this close to america’s bible belt, a tactic like that could surely win over a handful of desperate wanderers looking for their great savior to fly down from above and give them a big flashy sign — or in this case, some guy rocking a man-bun and a beard. but zach wasn’t looking for a savior. in fact, he wasn’t looking for much of anything until jesus came along preaching of this glorious town. the worst part was, the more this dude preached, the more zach grew homesick for those creature comforts that once filled their old world.
❛ okay, so —- let’s say this place you’re runnin’ really is a true five stars. it’s not some, uh —- ya know, religious cult or anything, right? ‘cause y’know, I’ve heard stories about some folks out west and I just — ya know, it’s kind’a not my thing right now. ❜
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what else was he supposed to do? the walkers dropped with two clean shots to the head, bodies falling with a thud at lizzie’s feet as zach swooped in and immediately started checking the girl's limbs for bites and scratches. with a level head, he would have kept his distance; asked questions first before coming out of nowhere to man handle the poor girl in the middle of the woods.
it’d been a week or so since he finally made his way back to the prison, only to be met with crumbled walls and still-burning flames that engulfed bodies he couldn’t bare to identify. so much time was lost being away from those kind folks who once saved his ass with warm, open arms, and a community worth dying for. he could have been there, dammit. maybe if his navigational skills were stronger, maybe if he tried just a little bit harder, he could have made it back in time to help fight whatever monster came their way. but he didn’t, and now zach wandered aimlessly with that heavy dose of guilt stewing deep inside his gut.
lizzie, on the other hand, had to be shellshocked. it was the only way the weathered boy could explain the eerie calm she held around those walkers. sure she was always a little off back at the prison, but off enough to hang with the dead? ❛ —- hey! lizzie, you okay? your dad, mika — is anybody out here with you? ❜
starter call / @micetm
#micetm#` 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙀 / on the road.#` 𝙄𝘾 / closed starter.#` I'm sorry this took so long - I hope it's okay !#` please let me know if you'd rather plot this out more !!
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the walking dead / fear the walking dead masterlist — reblog this post to be added to a masterlist of the walking dead ( show, comic, videogame ) and fear the walking dead roleplayers ! please tag the name of your character, if it is a canon character, original character or crossover and if the blog is single muse or multimuse.
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A RARE STARTER CALL APPEARS !!
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RACHEL / penningherstory.
Rachel exhaled all defense and offered Zach a smile. “Great,” she assessed, handing him a flyer. “The more merrier. Especially considering the fact I’ve seen serious signs of cliques forming…” Somehow, social dynamics amongst the prisoners (“prisoners” being a loose but fitting term in Rachel’s book) had begun to feel a little too much like high school. The girl had only gotten a year at NYADA -nine measly months of college experience at a university where she felt good and accepted and amongst individuals who shared her love for theatre and knack for drama- and then over summer break things had catapulted into chaos. Now, she was stuck with a band of idiots who seemed to find her irritating. “So, maybe this will bring a bit of camaraderie.”
Rachel crossed her arms and let a hip rest against the doorway. “I didn’t know you were musically inclined,” she piped, eyeing the man with an intense fascination. “Then again, I can see you being one of those angsty punk teenagers who has a concerning obsession with heavy metal.”
‘ musically inclined ‘ wasn’t exactly the best phrase to describe his mediocre abilities, but zach let the girl humor herself for whatever that was worth. they’d all been through enough, and if letting rachel think her show would be busting at the seams with talented performers — so be it. but that didn’t mean he’d willingly jump headfirst into that flaming pit of humiliation just to fan those flames. ❛ yeah, I mean — metal can be cool, but I guess I kind’a listen to a little bit of everything. classic rock especially. punk. but uh, ya know, I’m more of an audience kind’a dude. I’m a great clapper. you need a guy like me in the crowd to, uh — get everybody goin’, ya know? ❜
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* clean up time ! honestly, this is a little overdue, but the new year has me wanting to perform some general blog maintenance. so! as part of that, I’m going to be weeding through all my threads and dropping things that have gotten stale, or have been running for months and months — or both. this does not at all mean that I hate you or that I’m not interested in writing with you. real talk, if I’m following you, I want to write! okay? cool. thank you for understanding and continuing to stick with my, at times, inconsistent ass. happy new year !!
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