@thatslayer sent : " are you threatening me? "
" DO I LOOK LIKE THE KIND OF GUY THAT COULD PULL OFF A THREAT? ― i much prefer the . . . 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞, not war approach. " stance remains casual ( intentionally unthreatening, or so he 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 ) as he leans against occult store counter, flashing faith a smile as if that might somehow make him more trustworthy. probably not, but he isn’t looking for a fight tonight. especially not when he knows it’s a fight he has absolutely 𝘇𝗲𝗿𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 of winning. " i was raised & trained by watchers. i know better than to pick a fight with a SLAYER. " retirement didn’t undo a lifetime of lessons. he realises then, however, that he’s making a very simple answer more complicated that it needs to be; dancing around the subject rather than just providing 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 answer. " no, i’m NOT threatening you. i am telling you that this particular weapon is not the weapon you wanna be wielding. you’d be much safer wrapping those hands around anything off that shelf. they come with less kick & aren’t cursed. "
𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝟐.𝟎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. ( still accepting! )
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prxjectshadxw: indep. priv. & selec. shadow from the sonic franchise, with a heavy influence from the games as well as personal headcanons. 18+ to follow. penned by anatoly (25, they, est).
lovely header made by the bestie @sxnicthehedgehxg
carrd. | playlist.
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2ndcommand: indep. priv. & selec. starscream from transformers with a focus on g1. headcanon based. penned by iggy (25, they, est).
rules: 18+ only, don’t godmod, mun =/= muse. written gore & violence will be present.
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@overclocks' tony said: ‘ would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time? ’
there aren't many secure places to set up camp in what's left of new york city. though they are slow to make their way through the sprawling boroughs, walkers still amble about and pile up in alleys and dark corners. crumbling infrastructure and uncertain gouges in the streets have made for a tumultuous journey that daryl has been tempted to give up on more than once. making a temporary shelter in the abandoned bones of a multi-story building is the best he can do.
at the very least, it gets him off the street and out of the immediate view of both the dead and any other survivors. he could have made his way up to a higher floor, but he decided to settle on the second despite its proximity to the outside: if he's honest, he doesn't trust the way some of these buildings lean and moan, and if he needs to make a quick escape for any reason he'd rather take a fall from a second-story window than anything higher up.
what he doesn't expect to deal with when he returns to his basecamp is a somewhat familiar face— the man from not so long ago, the one who was desperately pulling materials from rusted cars, stands amongst daryl's things.
he looks him up and down, surveying the scene with a critical eye. tony's intrusion into his space leaves him with more questions than answers.
‘ am i supposed to believe anything comin' outta your mouth? ’ he asks gruffly, but he makes no move toward hostility. his crossbow remains snug against his back, gun holstered, knives sheathed. maybe the guy's just hungry. ‘ you followin' me, man?... f'you needed somethin', you could'a just asked. don't gotta root through my shit, or whatever the hell you're doin'. ’
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