#GHSTSPDRS.

FORMERLY OBLIVATED & YOUTHSOFMAY. THIS BLOG HAS BEEN REVAMPED AND I AM NOW GHSTSPDRS.

hello, everyone. my name is kiwi ( she/they ) ! i am 25 years young & my timezone is est. i recently graduated college with a bachelors & am currently taking a mental break from working so activity on this blog will depend but is moderate & i am currently on semi-hiatus INDEFINITELY since my muse goes in & out but i am open for plotting & threads. this blog is currently DASH-ONLY for the sake of not having to worry about my theme & having everything in one place & i write on DIS.CORD. dis.cord is preference for me since i reply faster there but if tumblr is preferred for you, that is fine. this is a multi-muse blog with canon / oc muses related to the walking dead / marvel / etc. the fcs of my muses might be majority kpop / east asian but this blog doesn’t belong to the krp community. i do not condone the fetishizing of asian faceclaims. roleplay blogs of ALL kinds are always welcome so please don’t hesitate to reach out to me. i am private & selective which means i will only write with mutuals. i will either be using my own static icons or use gif icons & none of the gif icons are mine unless stated otherwise; credits go to the rightful owners for static icons psd and gif icons.

WHERE YOU CAN FIND ME.

when i’m not on here, i am always on dis.cord: ♡ kiwi ♡#5871. you can add me IF we are mutuals & you notify me prior to adding me. i have too many people added currently on dis.cord & i tend to lose track of who is who. all plotting, chatting, & writing is WELCOME.

RULES & MUSES.

PLEASE CLICK HERE. — my rules & muses are in one doc. majority of my muses are throughly plotted out ( mostly my twd & mcu muses ) so if you'd like more information on my muses, just ask.

Sitting on Emma’s front porch, Sean stared up at the stars. This brought him back to nights in Afghanistan when he’d have nothing else to do but ponder the night sky. He had gotten his best thinking done over there but it had also been the loneliest he had ever felt. He never knew if that was going to be the last time he was able to observe nature’s beauty; never knew if the last star he wished on would ever make that wish come true. He raised his bottle of root beer to his lips and drank, feeling content. As a kid, this was the steadiness and stability he had dreamed of. All he could hear was the background noise of a television show playing and mothers calling out to their children to come inside as it was getting dark out. Hearing footsteps behind him, Sean turned and smiled as he saw Emma slip out the front door.

“Hey beautiful,” the greeting came easily and he lifted his hand up to take her palm in his but instead he was given a box. His brows furrowed and he stared at it. The last time he had been given a shoebox in this manner was when Ellie mailed him mementos of their relationship and a note telling him to have a nice life. He hoped that wasn’t the case with Emma because so far, things had been incredible with them. He took her out on dates every weekend and had family dinners with the Simpson-Nelson clan. He even had a sit down with Spinner where the two talked solemnly about the past and promised they would respect the roles they played in Emma’s and Christy’s life. For the first time in his life, Sean wasn’t messing up a good thing he had so he prayed that wasn’t about to change.

Taking the lid off the box, Sean pulled out the folded paper and saw his name written in Emma’s loopy handwriting. He was a little scared to see what she had written, always a little scared of how much Emma had loved him. All that love when you never had it before was terrifying. He continued to read - this must’ve been when she was with Damian because she was talking about her prom night. He smiled. “I bet you looked beautiful at prom,” he told her softly. “I wouldn’t have been able to keep my eyes off of you.” He finished the letter and fingered the rest that were in a neat stack. “I’m going to read all of these, Em. Even the hard ones. Thank you.”

                    things were going good with sean. better than they had ever been from when they were teenagers & it was refreshing. when they were younger, it was different because neither had known how to deal with a love so strong between the two of them. considering how headstrong emma was, she did her best not to come on too strong with sean this time around. take things slow & everything else would follow. that was the advice that her mother gave her & she was right. mothers are always right, of course. it was also her mother that had pushed emma to tell sean about the letters. there was reluctancy in doing so but sean deserved to have them. he deserved to know the kind words she wrote for him, the love she felt for him, & the hope that one day he'd find her way back to her. "you're not too shabby yourself," there was a hint of teasing in her voice at his greeting to her. she was beautiful. she felt beautiful especially when she was around him. emma had been told her entire life that she was beautiful from everyone around so she had an idea that she was easy on the eyes but the only eyes that mattered to her were sean's. her beauty wasn't defined by him but, hell, it felt good to know he thought she was beautiful.

                    emma could feel her nerves begin to take into effect when she had watched him top off the lid of the box. she had dreams of this moment & none of them had actually prepared her for how anxious she had felt. why did she feel so nervous ? maybe it was because the amount of love for sean kind of scared her. it wasn't a bad thing but she knew it would always be a lot for the other to take in as it was for emma. the amount of love that sean had for emma had scared her a bit too. the difference now was that she was ready. mentally & wholeheartedly ready. she had guess that was why she had decided to share her letters. he didn't have to read all of them because it was a lot but it was the thought that counted. she knew that. "i did look like a supermodel... up until i had found out damian had cheated on me with liberty & then my prom night was basically ruined." it wasn't a memory she was fond of; liberty & her had put it past them but it didn't mean she had forgotten about it or that she ever would. "i wish you were my date... we probably would've won the crowns." she had let out an amused laugh. "it's a lot to read, sean. it's okay if you don't read all of them... it just makes me feel better knowing that you have them now & that you'll read what you can. i wasn't sure what i would've done if you would've never had the chance to read them."

Love was something so delicate for the bar owner. Now he didn’t exactly have a great dating history. His last relationship turned out to be hot mess of four years that he wouldn’t dare to speak about. But it did taught him him a few things which was to cherish the moments with your loved one while it lasted. The bar owner had no family and was paying off his uncles debt by running this bar, but did he make his problems known? Of course not. He always flashed a smile and as soon as Aly stepped into his bar, you can say in that very moment his own worries we’re forgotten. Fate had decided to give him a path he couldn’t easily escape from, and maybe this was cliche to say, but Aly managed to help him keep going. Of course he had never told her that since the two continued to keep some secrets to themselves. But will they ever reveal to each other of what they have gone through? Allow themselves to tear their walls down, that they spent all these years building. Only time can tell. “Just be careful and don’t go on a mission alone. Bring your men with you.” he said with a soft glare. He meant it. There was no reason for Aly having to go against her enemies alone. 

He would give do anything to protect Aly, but he knew that when it comes to the social class of justice Jaemin was considered nothing but a useless civilian that could probably get easily stepped on. But for some reason he didn’t care he was willing to protect her, tend her wounds when he had nothing. Maybe it’s because his mother had raised him to be so genuine. There was unspoken feelings that he had for Aly. But yet he had kept his feelings to himself, not because he didn’t think Aly liked him. He knew there was something going on between them, that tension that was so hard to ignore. But there was nothing that Jaemin could give. And so ever he continued to tend her wounds making sure each of her cuts were clean placing the hydrogen peroxide bottle down reaching for the ointment. Gently dabbing each wound with the ointment. “Luckily you don’t need stitches but try to put the ointment on your wounds for a couple nights alright? ..” And just know that Jaemin will text Aly to remind her. 

“I mean do I have to have a reason?” he asked as he gently raised her leg a bit closer towards him as he dabbed his fingertip against the wound. “I enjoy spending time with you. Talking to you, plus..” he smiled looking up. 

“I’m actually very curious if you can easily win against me when it comes to arcade games. Something tells you might suck at it.” he teased. 

                    alessandra had her fair share of experience when it came to partners but her expertise when it came to lovers seemed to fall short. there was only one person she gave her entire heart to & it was destined to fail from the start. she knew of the dangers of falling in love but, when you're in that position, the consequences didn't seem important. what mattered the most was the memories created & the love shared which was strong. so strong that there were days that she still missed him but there was not much she could do. she couldn't change what happened even if she wished she could. there were days where she wondered if it would have lasted & felt as epic as it had if it weren't for the fact that they led dangerous lives. that's all it was — a what if in the scheme of life. of course, alessandra didn't mind thinking of the what if but, if fate were on her side, none of it would feel like a sick joke to her. as if some higher power was having fun messing up the story of her life. jaemin had felt like one of those sick jokes because she did find herself noticing she harbored feelings for him & she hated it. not because she didn't want to; she did. she just didn't want anyone else to die because of her.   “   because a woman can't fend for herself ? i need big strong men to come & protect me ?   ”   there was a hint of humor in her tone to indicate she wasn't exactly serious. alessandra could handle her own & she stood by that.

                    of course, she had noticed the tension between them. the kind of tension that you would see between two people in a show & you're dying for them to make the first move but there's too many obstacles. that was the problem — there were too many obstacles that kept alessandra from making any kind of move. she was a confident woman that held her own & she knew that's what made her desirable but she was a bit different around jaemin. confident but more tamed than the usual spitball of fire that she was. he could see through her bullshit & she could see right through his. it also helped that he was definitely easy on the eyes & she would be lying if she said she didn't find him attractive. that was a plus on top of how respectful, sweet & caring he was to her. she had inhaled a bit sharply when she had felt him begin to place the ointment onto her wounds. they might have been clean but it didn't mean they still didn't hurt.   “   yes, dad, i will. is there anything else you need to scold me about ?   ”   there was a slight smile on her features as she spoke.

“Then it’s a win,” Sean nodded. Truthfully, as much as he did want to spend time with Emma alone, having Christie there would be a good buffer. He rarely acted rationally when it came to Emma. It was like his heart overruled his head and he was scared that by the end of the night, he’d be blurting out a marriage proposal to her. There was so much history between them that it was sometimes hard to remember that they were different people now. He had once told her he wanted to get to know her again and now he did once more. She wasn’t the seventeen year old girl he left behind or the thirteen year old girl he first met. And nor was he. Sean jingled his car keys and finished up the glass of water she had given him. “I’ll go start the car, give you time to get Christie ready.”

                    rationality wasn't a word that emma was quite familiar with when she was with sean cameron. it was like, at any given moment, she saw him & she would be willing to do any & everything with him. she felt that way when she was thirteen, seventeen, & now. but they were two different people now in two different points of their lives — as much as going slow wasn't something emma had gotten quite accustomed to, she needed to this time. she had to. she wasn't sure if she could handle losing sean for a third time. there was a slight nod of agreement to his words as she placed the glass into the sink; she'd worry about it later.   “   sounds good... come on, christie !   ”   she had called out.   “   we're going to have pizza for dinner, okay ? come on, let's change into going out clothes.   ”   there might have been a slight pep in her step had as she carried the two year old in her arms. could she be blamed ? hanging out with sean cameron for the first time in way over a decade... she felt content. getting christie ready was easier said than done but her daughter had managed to get ready without a fight & emma was grateful for that.   “   alright... do you remember how to put in a car seat or would you need a refresher ?   ”   there was a slight teasing tone in her voice as she had made her way out with one hand in christie's while her other held her extra car seat.   “   she's still too small to ride without one.   ”  

It would be beneath Luke to deceive a woman in need and disguise his business as something disingenuous. Luke was above that. He wore no mask, had a public address and was a man bonded by his word. What you see is what you get with the Hero-for-Hire. Cindy’s case was in good hands.

Cage smiles as she takes in the room and sees that she is satisfied.“ Sounds good. Settle in and meet me downstairs.” Their lengthy conversation took a great deal of time and now it was sundown. They needed to eat supper.

Luke fired up the grill, and in no time had a juicy, cheese melted cheeseburger and fries sitting on the table for her.“ Cindy! Dinner’s ready!” He called out.

                    settle in. there wasn't much for her to settle in with other than the clothes on her back. of course, she had guessed that she could take in her new environment for now. it was cozy — more room than the bunk she had stayed in for years. there was a television where it's only function wasn't vhs tapes so that was a good start. she could hear the hustle & bustle of the city from her window but she didn't mind. it reminded her that she was alive & she was normal. again, there wasn't much for her to settle in with so, when she heard her name called, it didn't take her long to follow the beautiful smell of barbecued food. she could swear that she could drool right then & there but she wasn't going to. she was going to devour the cheeseburger though.   “   looks... it smells delicious. i can't thank you enough.   ”  

he watched as she averted her gaze from him which caused him to chuckle softly and tilted his head.   ❝ —–  why?  you don’t think it’s special?. ❞     he questioned with an arched brow.   ❝ and yes, it was nothing at all.  nothing to worry about. ❞

                    gwen had furrowed her brows at his response before she had started to shake her head & let out an awkward laugh.   “   i never said it wasn't special. it is special. i was saying that i thought  that you thought it wasn't.   ”   she had felt her cheeks flush a bit & she had cleared her throat awkwardly.   “   so there is no one you're interested in at the moment other than not betty ?   ”