seasonofdying-blog - Tumblr blog

[seasonofdying-blog]

gothamdruglord.

                  Children have You ever met the Bogeyman before              No, of course You haven’t for You’re much too good, I’m sure;

[seasonofdying-blog]

ELIZABETH HAS MOVED.

[seasonofdying-blog]

If I moved Liz would anyone still be interested in playing with her?

[seasonofdying-blog]

I’m trying to get Liz back into The DC fandom too...but it’s easier said than done.

DC blogs, let me love you.

[seasonofdying-blog]

damntragedy:

Jonathan wrapped his arms around his daughter, holding her in a tight embrace. He had never been much for physical contact, but he would make an exception this time. “I’m alive.” He told her. There was a renewed dread that opened within him. Liz was here, but Rose, William, and Gwen weren’t. She didn’t say they were dead, so he had that at least, but their whereabouts were still unknown and it would gnaw at him. 

Liz nodded and tried to get her shit together, she could be cool. She finally let go of him, her hand kept it's place on his arm, though. She looked to her men. “Bruno, 'Tavius, this is my father. Dad, these are two of the survivors I am with....” she offered. “Please don't kill them, I like them.” she offered as a side note. “I found a group of survivors...well they found me....and Jasper...she's not here obviously, but she took me in, nursed what wounds I have, so I owe her.” she nodded a bit.

“You've done well..” she smiled looking to his men then back at him. “I need you to let my group come here...it's fortified...safe...you can promise them safety...more than I can....we'll pull our own weight...we have a kid with us....reminds me of Gwen...please dad,” she said and studied him.

[seasonofdying-blog]

I like how @damntragedy ‘s Jon is all sorts of “No...go away...you are flith.” it makes me laugh every time I see Jon’s posts. 

[seasonofdying-blog]

Peace was a rare luxury, not having to fight all day was an even rarer luxury. However it seemed that things were looking up, the group had found a larger group and the location was decently secure.

Liz who had been sleeping, woke up naturally, it was a good feeling, she moved out of the tent she shared with Amara, Jasper and Sarah before she stretched and headed towards where the group had been gathering for what smelled like a meal time. No doubt later that day she would take a group out to gather.

Jasper smiled and held out a plate to Liz, who sat down, next to them. Liz wasn't known for her communicating with the people outside the other girls. But she was known for her tactics and how she got everyone home safe. Sarah had finished up and had started to leave until Liz cleared her throat.

“Can I be excused? I'm gonna go play with the other kids.” Sarah said.

“Stay where I can see you,” Liz said and nodded. Jasper nudged her a bit and laughed.

“Look at you, Mama bear.”  Jasper grinned at her friend, Liz shook her head, she looked over to study the others at the food pit. There was a face she didn't recognize, her getting up caused Amara to look at the new person too. Liz moved filling her plate with food before she walked over to the girl and held it out to her.

“You new? Or am I just unobservant?” Liz asked, there was a slew of “Be nice Liz.” behind her from Amara and Jasper, who got up to come join her. 

“Don't let this asshole bully you...I'm Jasper, this is Amara, and that asshole.” she booped Liz's nose. “Is Elizabeth....one of the best gathers.” Jasper grinned at the girl. Sarah had wandered back, hiding close to Liz.

“I'm Sarah,” she informed the woman. “You'll like it here...everyone protects each other....even Liz.” she teased a bit.

Amara laughed. “Guys let’s not scare her off so soon. Sorry about them.” She assured the woman.

[ @still-not-bitten]

[seasonofdying-blog]

like for a starter with this Gem.

[seasonofdying-blog]

like for a starter with this precious moonchild.

[seasonofdying-blog]

Like for a starter with this sweet summer child.

[seasonofdying-blog]

Like for a starter with this asshole.

[seasonofdying-blog]

damntragedy:

Jonathan had spared the ‘feral’ one a glance before he examined the bigger ones. He circled around on. Trained, and seemed to be armed. They were dangerous and Jonathan probably couldn’t risk letting them go. They could be scouters for a bigger group. He was ripped from his train of thought as he recognized a familiar voice. 

Jonathan turned towards his daughter suddenly, swelling up with surprise and disbelief. “Elizabeth?” He asked. He waved his hand at his men. “Cut her loose NOW!” He ordered with a certain kind of ferocity saved only for his worst of rages. The man quickly did as he was told and cut the zip tie off of Elizabeth. Jonathan moved to kneel down in front of her. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you- I almost gave up.”He DID give up. It was a lie that he wouldn’t admit.

There was so much emotion in Liz, happiness, guilt for not finding him sooner, and amazement that she was wrong and he was alive, amazement that he was there. She felt her arms being freed and moved suddenly when her dad had knelt down in front of her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into him. “DAD!” she practically sobbed into him. “I—I tried to get to G-Gotham.” she tightened her grip on her father.

She leaned back to look at him smiling, she was so happy he was alive, she kissed his cheek and hugged him again. “Daddy.” she cried into him again. “I thought you were dead...and mom, and billy and Gwen.” she showed no sign of loosening her grip. For being such a cold bitch she lost her shit, and her men were utterly confused.

[seasonofdying-blog]

[seasonofdying-blog]

mackenzies1x1:

I thought you were a walker and shot you in the shoulder au

You accidentally walked into my walker trap and now anything can get inside au

I saved you from a walker so now you kinda owe me au

You’re younger than me so I automatically feel responsible for you au

You’re actually good at finding supplies au

I found you lying on the side of the road injured and covered in walker blood and I’m not sure if I can trust you au

You saved me from a walker so now I kinda owe you au

We met at a “safe haven” and neither of us feel very safe here au

You’re holding me prisoner until I prove that I’m not infected au

I’m holding you prisoner until you prove that you’re not infected au

I found you upstairs in this abandoned house au

You almost hit me with your car au

Trying to act like everything isn’t messed up au

You had to shoot your only family and now we only have each other au

I lost everyone to the virus and you never had anyone to begin with au

I feel responsible for you au

You feel responsible for me au

I found you drunk and thought you were a walker so I punched you in the back of the head au

You stole my supplies while I wasn’t looking and now have me at gunpoint au

We found a place to stay and I haven’t seen you in a few hours au

“I don’t need protecting” au

“You’ll die out here on your own” au

“I can’t do this without you” au

I was a bad person before this started but now it doesn’t really matter au

“You’re really going to leave me out here!?” au

You’re acting strange and I can’t tell if you’ve been bitten or not au

I accidentally fell in love with you and now I can’t let you out of my sight au

“Who’s baby is this?” au

I’m trying to save you but you’re too stubborn au

The one I loved left me for dead au

My old group betrayed me and now I’m going to die without your help au

ZOMBIE APOCOLYPSE AUS (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[seasonofdying-blog]

[seasonofdying-blog]

damntragedy:

@seasonofdying​ liked for a starter from spoopcrow

When all hell first broke loose, Jonathan had a safehouse. Food, water, a fuel powered generator. He could have stayed safely as long as he wanted as things died down. The world had gone to shit and everyone was dying. He had found some of the other villains, most notably Ivy and Edward. They had worked together to experiment on the undead, to find out what turned them into what they were. Eventually they had moved their set up into Arkham where they had an abundance of supplies. 

Despite their life saving work, something always plagued the doctor; something that the others didn’t understand nor think he would have worried about. His children, his ex wife. No matter how estranged they were; no matter how distanced Jonathan was from the everyday emotion, he constantly pondered their whereabouts. No doubt in his mind they were still alive. They were fighters, but he always wondered… what if? 

With caution thrown to the wind, Jonathan had made his decision, and one morning, Edward and Ivy woke up to find Jonathan and a third of their supplies gone. 

He had followed every lead he could. Every rumor of an event that remotely sounded like something his children or Rose would have done. Over the course of a year, he traveled from safe haven to safe haven going along with the wild goose chase he had created for himself. It was stressful and began to wear on the aging man. He knew he was running ragged and getting no where. 

After all that time, he did lose hope of ever finding them. With the last safe haven he stayed at falling the shambles, he collected the remaining people and created his own ruthless band of survivors. Together, they steal and pillage what they can, knowing that’s the only way to live in that world. 

Standing in his ‘office’, he thought back to his time with Edward and Ivy, how he wasted so much effort into finding his children, but he knew it wasn’t in vain. Every safe haven fell. If they weren’t proactive, vicious, they would eventually be killed by raiders or zombies. Here, he would survive. 

“Boss, we found these people wandering on our territory. What should we do?” Jonathan’s train of thought was interrupted by one of his men. He turned around to face him. 

“Bring them in.” 

It was just supposed to be a routine gathering, Liz had assured the girls that she would be fine, that they could stay in the safe house, but they wouldn't have that. Not with the horde of zombies the previous night. It had left everyone thin and tired, Liz wasn't going alone, but she wasn't going to take the girls with her. They argued, but it just wasn't going to happen, Liz wasn't going to let anything happen to them on her watch. Though a few other's stepped up, the 'heavies' the ones that did the firefighting split up, two went with her while the other's stayed to keep everyone safe. 

Liz had come a long way from the drug lord that came from two Killers. She had come a long way from Gotham, and she had grown fond of the people that she had lived with for months now. They were her family, as close as they could be anyway. That didn't mean she missed her family, she had tried, tried so hard to get back to Gotham. She tried numerous times, She had made it all the way to Metropolis, before she was forced to head back, the dead owned the cities and no matter what she couldn't do anything about it. 

She was so scared for her family, her mother, her father, her siblings. She wanted them to be alive so bad, she wanted to be with them. However, with no way of getting back into Gotham, she had to let go, and focus on what she had in front of her. Jasper, Amara, and Sarah, she had to take care of them, she had to save them because she couldn't save her family. Gwen, William, Rose, Jonathan. She had failed them, and for all, she knew they were zombies wandering around Gotham.

She gave her hugs and kisses to the girls and grabbed her gun and bag before heading out with the scouting party. There was a town Liz had heard about close by, it was supposed to be abandoned, she was praying for medical supplies, and food. 

The walk there was long and quiet, they moved quickly and as one, the army training was insane with the heavies, but Liz appreciated it, it made her feel safe. That was until they were ambushed from behind. One of the heavies were shot in the leg, they didn't even see the attack coming, everything was silenced, and the raiders moved fast. Liz fought, as hard as she could against the taller male grabbing her and pulling here towards armored vehicles, who were these people. 

Liz was bagged and her hands zip-tied behind her back. She fought harder, she didn't like being unable to see. Soon she was being pulled out of the car and dragged, she heard a door open and they were lead into a room, she heard voices behind a door, then the door was opened and they were brought in. She made a low growl at the person holding her, a quick shake stopped it, though.

“This one is feral I think,” he said to the boss. The man moved to pull the hood off the males first before pulling Liz's hood off, she made a move but was promptly secured in place by the same big guy catching her around the throat with his arm. She made another growl, squinting as her eyes adjusted to the light. "Who the fuck.." she started but an encouraging squeeze of her neck made her think the sentence wasn't appropriate anymore. Liz considered biting the man, but that would only lead to her death.  Her eyes fell on the 'boss.' she squinted more and fought against the big guy, but it was useless. "D-Dad?" she said weakly. It looked so much like her father, but it couldn't be...could it? she couldn't get that lucky. 

[seasonofdying-blog]

I’m here for today. but lets be honest I’m not gonna get drafts done, or even started...I haven’t really been in the mood.

however, I am in the mood for new threads....because I am that guy. Anyway Like this for a starter, if you have a specific muse you want,message me and let me know, otherwise default muse is Liz.