Ash didn't see the hit coming. The fist hit her in the cheek and sent her sprawling. Once she fell, her arms pulled up to protect her head as the kicks began.
The others of the camp that were around her stepped further back as the beating continued. Some - far too few for her liking - looked distraught by the sight of her beating.
She never should have come here. But then again, she hadn't actually decided to come here, had she? After being found by those scavengers, she should have moved - change the location of her current safe zone. Ash couldn't have known that the men would simply abduct her from her temporary santuary in the dead of night. Now, she was being beaten for a crime of which she had no knowledge after two weeks of being imprisoned.
As they grabbed her arms, dragging her towards the leadership building at the center of the compound, Ash glanced at the surrounding people. None of them were coming to her defense- and she didn't blame them for that. They were scared, and she was a stranger. Though she could feel the bitterness welling within her, along with the fear.
Multifandom RP Hub with numerous sideblogs dedicated to multiple fandoms such as K/uroshitsuji, G/ravity Falls, TBHK, TWD, H/azbin, H/elluva, + many more to come!
Comfortable and compatible with anime, cartoon, liveaction, etc. faceclaims + crossovers & OCs are forever welcome.
It's that time again when I offer up to write some starters with my boy. These tend to vary in length but all will be a paragraph minimum depending on my inspiration and the potential for interactions! Multimuse I ask you specify muse please. And all that being said there is one stipulation I have if you request. I will write a starter specifically catered towards your muse/your interests so in return, I only ask you be able to reply to it at least once if you request one. Give this a ♡ if you would like a starter & have read this lil blurb. This WILL be capped once/if I get a handful. And I may approach you to clarify ideas or ask for a lil plotting beforehand if I cannot come up with something on my own.
"Come on..." Serena let out an annoyed huff as she turned the keys in the ignition, it sputtered before falling dead. She tried again, and again, finding the same result each time.
"Damnnit!" The dark-haired woman hissed, angrily slamming her hand against the steering wheel. She had walked for days, maybe weeks, and this was the closest she had come to finding any kind of vehicle. She knew she was in a dangerous area...she had to get out of there before Serena drew too much attention to herself.
Another mumbled of a curse fell from her lips as she popped the hood of the truck, maybe there was something she could fix to at least get the car to run for a little while. She hopped from the driver's seat and investigated the engine. Serena hadn't gotten far before she heard it. Footsteps, the sound of a boot against gravel. Taking in a breath she grabbed her handgun from her belt, and quickly moved to the side, pointing the weapon at the person who was nearing the truck.
"Where the hell did you come from?" Serena demanded with a glare.
He walked around the wasteland of Mexican desert, with nothing but the blood-filled clothes he wore, his head pounding as if he was hit by thousands of trucks, which was only fair, considering that there was a hole in his head, shielded by dried blood. He would fall occasionally, pass out, then regain his consciousness and march towards the unknown, searching for someone, anyone to help him or exhausting himself until death, he already looked like death, he already felt like death. "Help me, please" were the last words he said. to a shadow of a person that he couldn't even know if that person was real or a figment of his own desperate imagination, before closing his eyes.
open to: anyone
connection: strangers
mini plot: TWD universe. angela and your muse ran into each other randomly during the day and kind of agreed to travel together until they have to go their separate ways. it's the first night and angela's just trying to get to know your muse a bit more. // @indiestarter
Chills no longer littered her skin as they sat by their fire. Silence had fallen, the sound of pops and crackling coming from the burning wood. Faint enough for it not to attract Walkers, Angela felt safe enough to take in a deep breath, her shoulders slumping forward. Hazel hues eventually found their way over to them, taking them in. "So. Were you team Backstreet Boys or NSYNC?" Alleviating tension and awkward silence was always Angela's specialty; kinda helped when she was a psychiatrist before the world took a shit and her clients hesitated to talk. "And don't tell me you didn't have a preference. We all did. Even if we didn't listen to them."
𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍︱the walking dead, fear the walking dead, pretty much open to any character based in an apocalypse
𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄︱katherine nelson ( willa holland fc ) - 20 - human - bisexual - the walking dead muse ( daughter of negan )
Katherine would be lying if she didn’t say that once she found out about her birth parents that she wasn’t curious [ ,,, ] when the world went to shit and she lost her adopted mother she made her way to the adoption agency to find out about her real parents. A woman named Lucille who she looked a lot like and a man named Negan [ ,,, ] she traced their location to a home and that’s where she found the bones of her mother and she put the pieces together. All she had were two pictures to go by and once she saw her birth father [ ,,, ] Negan for the first time she was hesitant to approach seeing the horror he caused.
Did she really want to meet this piece of shit? For all she knew he had been the reason for her birth mothers death but she needed and wanted answers. Katherine jumped down from a tree she was hiding out in and she aimed her bow and arrow against the back of the mans head “ one move and this arrow goes right through your skull [ ,,, ] turn around [ ... ] slowly.
muse: Frank Castle (Daredevil/Punisher)
limit: 18+ only please, mutuals and non-mutuals
set: a cabin in the woods, a year or so after the zombie outbreak in The Walking Dead universe
open to: other Marvel/TWD muses, multifandom crossovers, OCs, whatever!
triggers: death/child death, guns, threats, war mention
In some ways, things were simpler after the world ended. Simpler the way war was simpler. Live or die. Them or us. Pull the trigger or find yourself on the other end of the barrel. It was difficult to say how much time had passed when it was just him. The days didn't mean anything, all of them blurring together in the routine tasks of survival. The cabin wasn't entirely self-sustaining, but it wasn't far off. There was water and a little space cleared to grow food, traps in the woods, even a generator if he was feeling extra, but there wasn't often a need for it.
It had also been empty for a time. Had some business to take care of a ways out, and he took the long way back to make sure he wasn't followed. It had started with his family, killed by humans instead of walkers, of all things. He should have known, should have had enough experiences with people doing stupid, terrible things, to know that the dead wouldn't be the worst thing they were facing, but it had all been so new back then, dead coming back to life, watching the government crumble fast along with any possibility of a cure. He'd put down the rabid animals who were responsible, too late to matter, and since then he'd made it his business to take care of any problems like that. Bad enough they had to fight the walkers.
He knew there was someone else there before he ever stepped inside, but how they'd managed to get in, he couldn't yet say. The cabin was heavily fortified, traps set against walkers and humans alike, and they'd have to be skilled, desperate, or damn lucky to get by them all. There was nothing to announce his presence except the click of a gun, his voice gravel from disuse. "Talk fast."
Bumping into them was a pleasant surprise Aaron's expression turned into an easy smile. ❝Hi .❞ Aaron clapped his hand gently on their shoulder. ❝You haven't been around in awhile. It's good to see you.❞ And it was. Knowing as many people as possible were safe was a little comforting. ❝How have you been?❞
anybody 18+ and literate down to write daryl dixon against my fem OC? we can double ofc and i can write whoever you’d like against your character. if interested, give this a like and i’ll reach out!