Daryl Dixon

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I know I said I was leaving rp to do fanfics. Part of that is still true.

I’m doing fanfics.

With that, I do think it is time for a fresh start, so i will be moving all of my lovely babies (and making some new ones) to a multimuse. I’m attaching it to my personal to make things easy. And I will be keeping the blogs here for inspiration purposes. (Plus it gives those who aren’t on much to have a chance to come follow me there.)

@myriadxofxmuses (sideblog to @cinniplum)

Hit the heart to start something new, HMU IM style to plot, and don’t be shy to talk ooc. I’m a huge dork and love making new friends.

List of muses is under construction, but here’s the ones I will be writing over there for sure:

Daryl, Beth, Rick, Negan (TWD)

Ofreyja, Ulfr, Ubbe, Bjorn, Harbard (Vikings Canon/OCs)

Emily, Cyn, Ethan (OCs)

Eric (Divergent)

Johanna Mason (THG)

Dean Winchester (SPN)

Joker

Well. I’ve got a few fics drafted and am working on them as often as possible.

I’m turning the personal into the only active blog. I will still keep Daryl and all my babies for inspiration and reference. (Plus since I don’t really want anything to to pop up on my dash, I still have those I am going to stay in touch with on here and other various social medias.). If you’d like to shoot me a personal to follow or fb info, the ask/IM is always open.

That being said, the new blog is

@cinniplum

Please be kind. It is under major construction since it has done nothing but collect dust the past three years.

I’d love to get some prompts/imagines in to do in the mean time while I work on the fics.

I appreciate all of your guys and I will miss writing with my partners. (I love seeing replies to super fun threads. Not gonna lie.) But I’m afraid my time in the rp world has come to an end. Things have just become to toxic for me and anxieties I’d long wrestled into control are starting to creep back. And I hate it.

"Everything's damn near picked clean. How we supposed to find tha shit we need now?" he asked less harshly.

He was upset, but he was smart enough to know it wasn't her fault. She had done nothing wrong and was just being Juliet. Her positivity reminded him of Beth. And if she'd been there, she would have said the same thing. His shoulders relaxed a bit in defeat. Even though he knew, deep down, that he wasn't at fault, he couldn't shake the disappointment he felt in himself.