open to: males / females / nonbinary plot: zombie apocalypse

          —               “OH MY GOD, ARE Y’OKAY?” delaney asked in a rush, her breath coming in heaving gasps, the dead now thoroughly dead on the ground around them as she looked at the stranger she’d run over to help. she always had a pretty dangerous hero complex, so it was just like her to go out trying to save other people when the world was in the middle of collapsing. she wouldn’t know how to protect her own self-interests if they bit her on the ass. “THEY CAME OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE.” she wiped the blade of her knife across one thigh to get some of the blood off and turned it over in her hands. still at the ready if she needed it again. “DIDN’T GET BIT, DIDJA?”

i promised a starter for @darkenedxsights​ !  muse: delaney jordan plot: exes? fling? enemies to lovers? up to you!! <33 

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       —        “UM,” delaney stutters, caught at a loss in her shock. of all the things that could possibly happen to her today, running into the other woman was not even on the list. she didn’t know what to do with herself. and now she looked like a bumbling idiot, of course. that was sure to go over well. delaney cleared her throat, lifting her head to make eye contact with the other. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

hi you don’t see this i’m totally not adding more new muses before even finishing my last set’s bios lmao what no 

i promised an au starter for @eternalnicwrites​ au: zombie apocalypse  muse: delaney jordan (her bio isn’t up but lmk if you need to know anything!)

           —               “OH MY GOD, ARE Y’OKAY?” delaney asked in a rush, her breath coming in heaving gasps, the dead now thoroughly dead on the ground around them as she looked at the stranger she’d run over to help. she always had a pretty dangerous hero complex, so it was just like her to go out trying to save other people when the world was in the middle of collapsing. she wouldn’t know how to protect her own self-interests if they bit her on the ass. “THEY CAME OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE.” she wiped the blade of her knife across one thigh to get some of the blood off and turned it over in her hands. still at the ready if she needed it again. “DIDN’T GET BIT, DIDJA?”