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Rarely ever was Blaine made to feel something other than contempt or annoyed amusement. Since the morning, he’d been in something akin to a haze of irritation; he’d let himself come to actually like Paul. How could he, now, when Paul wasn’t truly with them? He’d been almost tempted to ask fro Lucille, but couldn’t bring himself to even consider it.

Now, however, he felt a strange conflicting in his chest.

Or was that just the beating of his heart for once?

When their caravan was attacked,  Blaine took it as a chance to release some of the frustration he felt. What he was not expecting, was for Paul to nearly die for him. Standing over the brunette, a panicked feeling officially settled in his chest at the sight of blood on Paul’s fingers. When the man attempted to speak, Blaine dropped to his knees beside him. “You fucking idiot,” he hissed and leaned forward to press his palm against the wound. “Why did you do that?”

Paul smiled despite the pain. Of course Blaine would get angry with him. His fingers moved to rest on Blaine’s. There was so much he wanted to say, but he wasn’t sure now was the time or place. He doubted he’d have the energy anyway. “Couldn’t let you get hurt,” he said weakly, “I..I may..not stand by Negan..but I stand by you Blaine. I’m sorry…” Paul finally passed out, the hand resting on Blaine’s falling to the side. The only proof he was still alive was his sharp, shallow breaths.

That sounded suspiciously affectionate and sincere.

First of all, we all started somewhere and belittling or berating someone’s creativity is bullshit and just plain cruel. I get that there are some OCs you don’t jive with and that’s cool, I’m selective just like everyone else, but that doesn’t give you or anyone else the right to talk shit about them. Remember those “embarrassing” times where you were a one-liner only OC that was probably something “generic” or “cliche” or even a “Gary/Mary-sue”? Yeah, Pepperidge farm remembers that shit honey. No one starts off with some immaculate and elaborate character design, plain and simple.

Instead of being rude or cruel, its better to offer advice as a “veteran” of writing. Give them tips to help them improve rather than tearing them down and making them feel bad or making them feel like they shouldn’t even try. Remember that one person when you were younger that you looked up to because holy shit their writing and style was amazing and you felt so happy just getting to read it? Or that person that wrote with you for the first time? Or maybe your friend that you started off with in general? Having those moments are imperative to a writer’s growth and if you get to be that person they look up to or the person that gave them a little advice is friggin’ great okay? It is an amazing thing and you could literally be helping them become the next nation wide known creator.

But you’d never know if they never had the aspiration or hope to become that if you just shoved their face in the ground.

Canon characters are someone’s OCs. These characters are created by someone, became big hits, and are now written by others because we enjoy them so much. But never forget that they are the creator’s original character.

Send ➺to find my muse badly wounded and bleeding after a battle. // Accepting

     The day had gone from bad to worse. 

     The morning had started out awkward, even a little hostile between Paul and Blaine. The runner had almost expected to be thrown back in the cell for what he had revealed to the red head the previous night. Or worse, have a face to face meeting with Lucille. But neither of those things happened. He was still on the Tribute Run, and he was still breathing. Though he had been bumped back to the last car away from the redheaded man.

     When the Savior’s caravan cut through the woods they had come across a roadblock. Along with an ambush of survivors.  Paul caught a man trying to sneak up on Blaine when the redhead was distracted. The cost of saving the younger’s life was a knife in the ribs. The pain was blinding, and another Savior had to kill the assailant as Paul crumpled to the pavement. 

Now, however, he felt a strange conflicting in his chest.

Or was that just the beating of his heart for once?

                                 ((  When I do, i’m a ƒrєαк  ))

                                 So, you better believe I like it 

But! If it ever gets to be too much, let me know! Or feel free to ignore ones that you think don’t have any potential. Or shoot me an ask telling me to calm down. I promise I’ll understand, especially if you have a thousand other threads with people, or aren’t on much, or don’t like me as much as I like you.