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A nod from the archer, then, agreeing. Removing the crossbow from its position on his back he holds it instead. Sliding it down to rest its front on the ground he pull back the string to load it, placing a handcrafted bolt into its holder. Lifting it back up he regards Deacon properly though only briefly. 

“Yeah, thanks. I’ll circle back once I’ve found somethin’“ he offers, also to make sure that they wouldn’t end up looking for each other if they’d both have the same idea. Then he’s off, parting ways and jumping over the safety railing before entering the woods that line the road. Hopefully he’d find something worthwhile for them to chow on.

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It had been a hot day, and even now the hot southern was mercilessly beating down on every living thing below, scorching skin and earth with its fiery scorn. His bike’s engine was adding to the heat, but Dixon had grown used to that by now so he was no longer bothered by it. Little bothered him anymore, in fact. 

The blast catches his attention, a glance in its direction, but he doesn’t slow down. Not until he hears a voice call out to him shortly after, and his conscience gets the better of him. Even now, it seemed like his brother was right. Maybe he truly was soft. Slowing down to a stop, he scowls slightly in disagreement with just how loud the other had been. 

“You tryin’ to get even more walkers on your heels?” he asks, voice gruff and heavy on his southern charm. Annoyance laced his words, though it wasn’t quick to turn into anger just yet. Squinted eyes flitting to have a look over the man’s shoulder he then looks back at the stranger. “Hop on ‘fore they catch up.”

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Kyle was traveling east after everything that happened. He was heading to the ocean for the one's he lost. He had made it to Georga when he ran into trouble. A pack of deadies cornered him. He'd also heard a bike. Running he grabbed a walking corpse by the shoulders and vaulted over him. Damn he still had it. Turning he slashed his knife across the back of his neck. He began running and tossed a hand made frag grenade made out of gun powder, a can with nails, bolts, and screws. Taking out his gun he shot it as he looked back. It exploded send parts everywhere. He ran to the person on the bike and screamed. "Wait! Stop!"

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“My pup has a happy button and it’s her nose”

(Source)

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Reblog This

Okay…

Didn’t think we needed to do this but you know what fuck it. I’m not the kind of person to let ppl worry and panic.

So, reblog this if your blog is safe in that you DO NOT rp or reblog rps involving COVID-19.

There enough paranoia from this without being in the RPC here. The last thing we should do is bring that mess here when people are looking for an escape or a sense of relief from all this.

DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU RP OR ARE PLANNING TO RP THIS BULLSHIT YOU SICK FUCK.

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Greene girls hugging Daryl when he blames himself for their loved ones death

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Owl by Andy Silver

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“He forgot why he came in.”

(via)

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I made spiders!! 2 finished plus one still in the works. 🕷

I've had people irl ask me so in case anyone here was wondering, I do sell some of my artwork! If anyone is interested comment or dm me with questions ^^

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me looking at an ask prompt and trying to figure out if my muse is the one receiving or doing the action.

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can the porn bots just message each other and leave us out of it

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Having a gander at the contents of the trunk he lets out a quiet scoff. Discarding the trunk entirely, he moves to check how much fuel the vehicle has left instead, as that could be useful for his bike at least. Looked like another disappointment, figuring the car had been left for the very reason; the tank emptier than his stomach after suffering of food poisoning for 3 days. 

His companion makes a comment, taking Daryl for someone to have a past of stealing cars. He wasn’t entirely wrong. 

“Sometimes.” he replies, short and drawled out in his full southern glory. Daryl did have a penchant for stealing things, especially from people who could get around with a little less. Leaving this useless wreck be he wipes his hands on the red handkerchief usually kept in his back pocket. Mostly out of habit after touching a car’s engine. This time it didn’t help much as his hands were too dirt-stained.

“It’s pretty simple. Just gotta hook a wire to the battery and jab it into the back of that little button right there. Most cars have it.” he briefly explains, keeping it simple as he stuffs the rag back into its usual place. “You wanna keep lookin’? I can hunt us some dinner if you’re worried ‘bout food.”

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PSA

If you feel like your muse has been waining recently, it’s probably because of current events. 

This is a stressful period we’re all experiencing. You are not alone right now. Trying to battle the complications of real life takes energy, that energy detracts from the energy you use for roleplay.  

And this can be especially frustrating when RP is something you’re trying to use to escape from reality.

So remember to love yourself, treat yourself nicely, and not blame yourself for feeling under-motivated.   If you need to take a break from everything that’s okay.  Don’t be angry at yourself.  Do what you have to do to help yourself relax. 

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Some things about my muse

bc tumblr isn't allowing me to edit my html 

- My Daryl is Demiromantic Asexual

- My Daryl is slightly Claustrophobic 

- Dog will be a Malinois on here. Why? Because the breed deserves more positivity and love even though I do love german sheps. 

- My Daryl isn’t too good with romance

- My Daryl is a stubborn git, but can be tempted to cave 

- My Daryl is uncomfortable with sexual advances, don’t expect things from him that’d be unrealistic (like an eager response to this kinda thing)

- My Daryl is probably not a hundred percent canon, I simply follow his muse/voice as I write him instead of following the show word by word.

- Sorry if he doesn’t come across as heavily American as he canonly does, I’m not American myself so I’m not familiar with the stuff and thangs.

- I do ship my Daryl with some muses as long as it clicks. Like with actual demiromantics, I’ll have to get a feel for your muse through threads and thus the relationship between them before they get together. I’m always open for plotting this.

- Daryl is kinda gross sometimes.

- My Daryl is capable of violence but does not enjoy it.

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“I’m wonderin’ how many years it’s been.” 

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  ❛ but tonight , you belong to me ❜

                                                                                            tate langdon of ahs: murder house                                                                                                           haunted by grey                                                                                                     est. 2014  revamp. 2020