#he's baaack

[yu-tap]

[liamthemailman]

dead favourites club

[thebuckandeddiething]

RAVI MY BELOVED ❤️

[myteavsricochet]

TAYLORRRRR 😭😭😭😭😭❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[unluckyhorseshoecrab]

ANDYYYYY

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

MY BABES

Oof.

That second pic 🥺🥺🥺

Ooh I bet you are.

[otto-serena]

Not Gone

AU Verse

@otto-troy

Laurel had gotten away from Madison, from PADRE. Her hands were still ziptied as she wandered through the forest of the mainland trying to find her way to Troy's compound. Although that would have been a lot easier if he told her where it was. But when sending her back to PADRE to gather information for him, he had kept that a secret from her. It had been a struggle to get out of a PADRE, Madison had locked her in a room to keep her there, although Lyn had gotten out through the air vent in the room.

Now she was wandering, trying to get her hands out of the goddam zip ties Madison had locked her in. Although Lyn figured Troy had enough men, eyes, and ears around that she'd be found soon enough, she just had to keep moving, hopefully in the right direction. If worst came to worst she could get to Morgan's small cabin and there was probably a radio there.

After walking for a while Lyn heard something behind her, she turned and saw three walkers stumbling towards her. She took in a sharp breath and looked down at her hands which were still zip-tied together.

"Shit..." Lyn cursed walking backwards as she kept her eyes on the creatures. Looking at her leg she saw the blood from the cut she got while escaping, she cursed again, the blood was probably attracting them. Her eyes scanned the ground before she saw a good-sized rock. Struggling a bit she eventually grasped the rock just as the first walker got closer. Shoving the walker into a nearby tree she slammed the rock into his head until its skull broke and it fell down, officially dead. Although Lyn was quickly knocked over by the second walker. She fell onto her back, with the creature on top of her.

"No...no..." Laurel fought to hold the walker back trying to push it away which was more difficult with her hands tied than she thought. Suddenly the walker was shot off of her. The corpse fell off of her, and Lyn shot up turning to look behind her, expecting to see Troy or one of his idiots, but it wasn't someone she recognized. It was a man, she knew that perhaps as tall as Troy but she couldn't see his face. He wore a mask, a ski mask from the looks of it, that covered his mouth and his forehead, and then he wore some kind of goggles. He had a rifle pointed towards her still and she didn't move. He had a pack slung across his back. He wore a jacket, which looked like it used to be an old faded camo jacket and dark pants. The man raised his rifle again and Lyn readied herself to get up and run, but the shot landed behind her and the third walker fell to the ground.

"Who are you?" Laurel demanded looking at the man who stood a few feet from. He stared at her for a second, before he slung the rifle across his shoulder, and pulled the goggles away from his face, then the ski mask down from his face.

"What...the fuck..." Lyn's eyes widened in both shock and confusion as she recognized the face.

Mike chuckled softly and nodded, "The feelings mutual, princess. It's been a while." The man was older but still had the golden brown hair, the beard, and the familiar eyes of Mike Trimbol. Although he looked hardened, different, Lyn could tell by looking at him he wasn't the same soft soldier who joined the Militia at the ranch. He had a scar on his cheek, that looked like something from a knife tracing down his jaw till it tapered off towards his neck where his beard no longer grew.

"What, what are you doing here? You...you're supposed to be dead..." Lyn asked softly still in shock as she stared at Mike. He walked over to her and helped her up, pulling a knife from his belt and breaking the zip ties around her wrist.

Mike laughed again, "I could say the same about you." Lyn looked at him in confusion and he continued, "I went back to the ranch. Saw it was overrun. Found Jake...Coop...figured everyone fucking died. So what the hell are you doing out here?"

Laurel swallowed, "trying to find my way back. Got mixed up in something complicated. Trying to get back to my own group. But I don't know where it is."

Mike looked around, "passed a compound to the east. I wasn't close enough to know what it was, but uh, I can take you there. See if that's where you need to get to."

"Thanks," Lyn nodded, "while we walk, you can tell me how the hell you're alive."

Mike grinned and shrugged turning to walk back towards the direction he had seen the compound, "well that's a complicated story."

As the two walked back towards Troy's compound they talked, and Mike explained everything that happened to him. What happened between Troy and his family, Troy didn't kill him, but Mike's own father shot him in the shoulder while trying to aim for Troy. Mike wounded had run away and nearly died in the desert before someone found him and helped him. He had stayed away and returned to the ranch a few months later although found out it was wounded by the dead, and he figured everyone died. As the two got closer to the compound, Mike pulled his mask back on so he wasn't recognizable, figuring it might best so Troy wouldn't shoot him on sight.

Before the pair got too close to the compound a group and Troy's new Militia ambushed them, guns pointed at them. Mike raised his as well out of instinct but didn't fire.

"Hey," Laurel snapped stepping in front of Mike, so Troy's new second in charge was pointing his gun at them both, "put that down. Get Troy." She ordered, "Now!"

[maracllea]

tell a friend to tell a friend ...| DAWN | coming soon　

[djpumpkinsoda]

here guyz. your food

[westernstarofthenorth]

A good old man ❤❤

[scarysob]

HE'S BAAAACK!

[mortal-kingss]

for once, for once in life, i finally felt that someone needed me…

[ID: A fully rendered piece of Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood dancing. The background is stark black, and the main lighting source is warm, coming from slightly below the camera. Jon has his back facing the camera and his face turned to the side, and Martin has his body facing the camera and face also turned to the side. Martin is a tall, fat white man, with vitiligo, and is an avatar of the Web. He has brown hair with white streaks, square glasses, and eight entirely black eyes. He’s smiling with fangs peaking through slightly, and scars in the patterns of cobwebs on his cheek. He’s wearing a brown suit with a white shirt and brown tie. There is a small web design on the collar of the suit with a pendant of a spider, made out of wire and amber. He’s wearing a belt and dark grey pants that fade slowly into a light grey. His left hand is holding Jon’s, and his right hand is pressed against her back. Jon is a shorter, thin Indian person, wearing a dark green satin dress with a small amount of black mesh material on the upper back. Her dark brown and grey hair is long, and is tied back in a loose ponytail, with a gold hairpiece in the shape of an eye, connected by small chains with green gems, to Jhumka earrings. He has multiple eyes on his face, and all are green, looking up at Martin, except for the normal placement of eyes which are closed. He’s wearing gold arm jewelry with eye patterns on them, and his right arm has a henna design and a ring on his finger. His left arm is perched on Martin’s shoulder. End ID]

[thebrandondowning]

TWO GODS (ANGUISH), 2022. 10 ½" x 16 ½"

[2129888]

wizard of oz

[unluckyhorseshoecrab]

ANDYYYYY

[roses-luckride-art]