#betaofthedead

[thesoulofasurvivor]

plotted starter for @betaofthedead for a Sweet Tooth AU!

Stupid... She should have known it was a trap. Who just leaves food lying out in the woods? But she let her curiosity get the better of her and she had to go see what the smell was, and from a distance she observed what looked to be some sort of packaged food. An ear twitched and turned, and before she had a chance to react someone had ran up behind and grabbed her.

The teddy bear that she was holding had been dropped on the ground, she screamed and kicked her feet as she was momentarily lifted off the grass. The first instinct was to bite; bite the arm around her chest and when she did the man yelled in pain and reflexively shoved her away from him.

❛ It fuckin' bit me! ❜ The man shouted, and as he did, the young hybrid tried to run — completely forgetting about her beloved stuffed toy in the moment. But she was stopped almost immediately by another. There was a group of them.

Again she was grabbed, this one laughing at his friend who was panicking over the chunk taken out of his arm. Quickly, he had something over her face, something that prevented her from biting; it was like some sort of make-shift muzzle for a person. He had her arms restrained and no matter how hard she fought him she just wasn't strong enough, all she could do was yell and cry.

[merlexxdixon]

{{ @betaofthedead  asked: “ you just cannot help yourself, can you?” }}

The words have the smaller man pausing before he gazes over his shoulder, blue-gray eyes sparkling with just a hint of rebellion and mischief. “Now that, darlin’,” he drawls, “depends on what yer actively accusin’ Ol’ Merle of. So care ta be more specific ‘bout today’s sin or do I hafta guess?” 

He’s sure it could be any number of things but he finds himself unable to help returning snark and sarcasm with his own just to be fondly bratty in return. So he gives the other a wide beguiling smile. “Well? This a ‘forgive me father fer I have sinned’ or ‘sorry daddy, I’ve been bad’ kinda moment?” 

[stillxxhere]

{{ @betaofthedead liked for a starter from Abraham Ford}}

There had been sightings and everyone was on edge. Things had been dicey enough that needing to keep the peace and protection was of utmost importance to everyone's stress and tension.

Holding the gun close, he keeps his steps as light as he can as he gazes carefully around. He's not sure what the issue was but he's sure that he'll know when he sees it or them. And to be fair, he's been itching for a fight for awhile so there is a part of him that hopes they are hostile.

Would be nice to work off some steam that standing on guard just didn't. His lips curve upwards at the edges. "Olly olly oxen free," he hums low, "C'mon, sweethearts, jus' wanna...talk a bit."

[savedpeople]

(from betaofthedead) ♧ Any part of their canon portrayal you dislike? // ♢ What’s your opinion on different interpretations of your muse?

The Mun's Interpretation | Accepting | @betaofthedead

Negan's of course done things I haven't liked. The cheating and having a harem immediately come to mind. But it's part of his character, and if I had a problem with villains doing villainy things then I wouldn't love him so much lol. In terms of writing, I have issues with a lot of his storyline in season 11, namely the second half of the season. I'm pretty canon divergent in that area and don't even really like writing anything involving season 11 because of it.

There's some other interpretations of Negan I like and others I kind of can't stand, but everyone sees him differently (whether they like him or hate him) and at this point I just try to ignore the stuff I don't like and enjoy the stuff I do.

[secondhandmckie]

(from betaofthedead. apoc/whisperer verse) kissing forehead boop to show you forgive them .

In the Meme Vault @betaofthedead

She wanted so badly to prove that he hadn't been wrong about her. That she was worth the time and effort he'd spent saving her, time and again. Defending her from the others in the pack. Putting himself at risk so that she would be alright. It startled her to realize that Molly wanted to make him proud.

In the efforts of doing so, however, she'd once again been entirely too reckless. When he growled at her, Molly had growled back. She bared teeth like a similarly wild thing, and stormed off. Nothing felt like it would be good enough. Never was good enough.

It was some time later that she managed her way back in the dark, tail between her legs. The mask is in her hands, because when she looks at Beta, she wants him to see all of her--exposed and open. She hoped that he might forgive her...grunt in his way and walk off expecting her to follow.

What she received instead was much, much more. The goliath had all but dropped to a knee to look her in the eye. Then, however briefly, his brow pressed to her own. It was gone and over in a blink, but she'd not taken a breath for fear of spooking him away. When he stood again, Molly blinked up at him, and offered a soft, sheepish smile. Forgiveness was only the tip of the iceberg that day.

[mercyprevaild]

❛  do i need to remind you who you belong to?  ❜ - @betaofthedead

It's not as if he talks to anyone much anyway. He hardly talks at all, before or after. The thing around his neck just reminds him, and everyone else, that he's not worth a whole lot anyway. He thought the other whisperers were indifferent before, but now he was aware just how they saw him.

It surprised him when one of them finally interacted with him after days of silence. He was eating alone, for now. Well, Beta had shoved a plate in his hands and left him, expecting him to eat. He hadn't touched a thing when a whisperer he wasn't quite familiar with sat beside him and didn't really speak. Rick tenses up at first, not sure what to expect, watches from his peripheral. But nothing happened. They whisperer did nothing. Just... sat there, and ate beside him.

For the first time in the last couple days, Rick felt some sense of warmth the longer they sat there. Nothing said, but nothing had to be said. The fact that someone chose to acknowledge his presence and sit beside him without any ill intent was enough to move Rick emotionally.

Then, so suddenly, the whisperer left. Scrambled to their feet and rushed off. Rick realized then that his eyes were cloudy, his hands were shaky, and he felt the faint warmth all at once disappear when the empty spot next him is taken by another, much larger body.

Rick blinks up at Beta, raising his head slightly for moment to see the brute of a whisperer glaring in the direction the other person had gone. The smaller man can sense his moodiness, as always, but it's worse lately. He can see Beta thinking and can't help but feel a little guilty, like he's done something wrong. That's confirmed soon enough.

Beta's glare soon turned on him and Rick shrunk, his shaky hands moving to his plate of untouched food.

"Do I need to remind you who you belong to?"

Rick blinks, brow furrowing as he sits there for a moment, his lips parting for his uneven breaths. Then slowly, he shakes his head, feels the leather around his neck rubbing his skin raw, and lowers his gaze to stare down at his plate.

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

(from betaofthedead. for carol in modern verse!) ❛ i didn’t expect you to show. ❜

 ❛❛  //   𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙴  𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂  ://    𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙱𝙸𝙳𝙳𝙴𝙽  𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 - (  please  substitute  pronouns  as  needed.  ) - @betaofthedead

❛ i didn’t expect you to show. ❜

Carol scanned the bar as she looked for Beta. Not that he would be hard to miss, even when he tried to make himself small as if he didn't want to be noticed out in public. She spotted him in the corner and moved quickly toward him. She slipped into the booth to sit across from him. Her head tilted as she gave him a soft smile. It had been a couple weeks since she had seen him, and she had been looking forward to this since he'd called and asked to meet her.

"I didn't expect you to show," Beta admitted, gingerly pushing a beer across the table for her. "With lime, right?" When she picked it up and took a sip, he relaxed considerably. He had to admit that she made him somewhat nervous, but she also made his stomach feel funny. That was something that didn't happen too often so he thought he'd run with it.

She frowned as she leaned forward. "Just because Sophia and I moved out of your guest house doesn't mean I don't still see you as someone that is important to me. Beta, it was just time that I stood on my own two feet. If Ed ever finds us, I need to be able to prove that I can do this on my own…"

He gently moved his hand over hers and gave it a squeeze. "I know, Carol. Just…" Just what? His own insecurities? His own fears? He wasn't sure exactly. He shrugged his shoulders and gave her a shy smile. "I'm glad you came."

"Me too."

[somnidoptera]

@betaofthedead asked: ( from betaofthedead. lil cody for whisperer/apoc verse ) “It isn’t safe here at this time of night.” 

"Shhh..." Cody hushed softly, one finger to his lips, just like he'd seen Beta do, and quietly pushed aside a branch, revealing a small camp at the bottom of the hill. Three people, likely traveling, were gathered around a dying fire, laughing to each other. They showed no sign of acknowledging Cody's and Beta's presence.

"Couldn't sleep, went for a walk," he breathed. He jerked his head towards the strangers. "Found them, now I'm waiting for them to sleep." He figured they'd have some supplies on them, even if it was only a little bit. There were only three of them, and he'd snuck undetected past more than that even before Beta had found him.

[thesoulofasurvivor]

@betaofthedead sent:

“ you do not know me. ”  

❝ Maybe if you answered my questions when I ask them, I'd know you a little better. ❞ And with that, she kicked a small rock across the field as if she had a personal vendetta against the rock. ❝ I've told you things about me... ❞

[savedpeople]

(from betaofthedead!!) 5. Do you have a certain type of muses you tend to play? // 8. How important is it to have an OOC connection with your partners? Why? // 12. What themes do you enjoy exploring the most in your roleplays? Why?

Self Reflection Sunday Memes | Accepting | @betaofthedead

I've played a variety a muses (even just having RPed both Negan and Ted from Bill & Ted shows some of my range, I think lol.) But most of my long-term muses and the muses that I think I'm more known for or had the most success with, have admittedly been... jerks? Whether they be villains, anti-heroes, or jerks with a heart of gold, they tend to be a little rough on the edges but have a lot going on once you start digging into them. A lot of my muses also tend to have issues with emotions in one way or another.

I'm meh about ooc connections with partners, though I guess it depends on how you define connection. It's important to be able to communicate, and I like to be friendly with my partners, but I don't need to become close friends with them. We just need to mesh well enough to be able to write and talk openly about RP related things; anything else is a bonus. I'm very introverted and it typically takes me a long time to get comfortable enough to really open up. I also think there's a difference between being RP friends and having a friendship that exists outside of RP as well. The latter is much more rare for me, especially after some bad experiences. It's complicated.

For themes, I love exploring vulnerability in my RPs and characters learning to open up and be emotionally intimate with others. I enjoy really getting into the psychology of their lives and relationships. "Unlikely allies/friends" is always fun, along with enemies to friends/lovers/etc. Themes of redemption and corruption are also both really interesting to me.

[secondhandmckie]

(from betaofthedead. ILL SEND FOR FUNSIES) Smash or pass

Smash or Pass @betaofthedead

"I mean..." She turns her head to the side, then the other.

"No, y'know what? My first instinct is always right. Smash."

[mercyprevaild]

(from betaofthedead. RAAWWRRR) 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒

"Smash."

@betaofthedead

[mercyprevaild]

@betaofthedead

he's a fucked up, horrible, living nightmare. i desire him carnally

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

(from betaofthedead. for carol!) 😶 + what is something that carol has not yet overcome? does she have anything that burdens her that she has not yet faced? (bonus: anything regarding these questions you would want to explore in writing? 👀)

send 😶 + a really uncomfortable question and my muse has to answer it - @betaofthedead

Carol has not overcome having to kill Lizzie. Instead, she pushed it away and keeps telling herself that she had to do it in order to protect Judith. And in her mind, she knows it was the right thing to do, and the humane thing because there was no way to help Lizzie. She would have been a danger to anyone that she knew and anyone that she met. So Carol knows deep down that it was inevitable, but she hasn't dealt with it because she's not shared it with anyone other than Tyreese. That wasn't enough because Tyreese had every reason to hate her for what she did to Karen (and to David). She needs to share that with someone that loves her and doesn't know about Lizzie and how she died.

Carol's burdened with the deaths of her children. Instead, she treats it a lot like she treats the actions she took against Lizzie. She just doesn't address it. She doesn't say their names either. It hurts too much, and she's one of those that can ignore things by pretending they don't exist to a certain degree.

I would absolutely love to explore all of that in writing. It would be so angsty and traumatic, and it would be hard because Carol is so special to me. I hate feeling her in so much pain, but it would be beautiful stuff to work through.

[mercyprevaild]

@betaofthedead

Sorry for picturing you covered in blood. It will happen again.

[thesoulofasurvivor]

@betaofthedead​ asked: 

“do you want to explain this?” 

She had no reason to lie, in fact it was quite the opposite. She had more reasons to tell the truth, usually the reason is because she doesn’t want the person asking to kill her... But really, she certainly can’t hide it forever, hiding it wasn’t exactly an easy task, and she can’t technically lie either so why bother?  

❝ That’s from a long time ago, ❞ She said, pulling away from him and yanking the sleeve of her shirt down to her wrist. The bite on her neck was even longer ago. ❝ I didn’t get bit today, I’m not going to die or anything, I’m fine. It’s just a scar. ❞