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          "You ever heard of a something called "selective             memory, little missus? Gave you my gun. Gave             you and your friend medicine. Stopped my men                                      from killing you.                                                     ...You're a naughty girl."

      “What have you done for me? Well, let’s see…          Hurt Joel….tried to kill me….miraculously survived…             Oh, and I’m fucking here again.                  Nope, can’t say I think you’ve done anything for me.”

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          His body and mind couldn't help but react to the             threat of death literally held against his skull.          The adrenaline traced a slow smile across David's                lips, utterly inappropriate but unstoppable.                                      "You gotta be more specific, friend."

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                                           independent & selective                                            roleplay account for ellie                                            williams of the last of us.

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He didn't like that. He preferred seeing her scared, shivering with the fear of him. He had come to teach her a lesson, one that he had begun a long time ago, when she was behind the bars of a cell, one that had continued in the fires of a burning restaurant.  Was she planning on fighting him? David should have expected that, he supposed, but it was still a nuisance. He didn't care how much she had grown. He was stronger, more muscular, capable of things this girl couldn't even dream of. She didn't know anything about him, about his past, about his present, but he was going to teach her. "It's good to see some things never change. You're still as cocky as ever." He flexed his hand, surveying the index finger she had snapped years ago. Damn, her spirit was so attractive...though it admittedly had been more so back then. "Reminds me of when we met."

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  That laugh—or whatever the hell you called it—brought about a grimace to the girl’s face now. The longer she looked at him, the less queasy she was and the more infuriated she became.  The anger that had built up in her in the past were now coming back, twofold even. She was stronger now, smarter (at least she thought so), a helluva lot more capable to take on a grown man. He didn’t have his thugs with him and he had a shotgun and machete. That’s it Ellie, size him up.  Unfortunately, she stopped herself in mid-thought as he spoke again, it sending another chill down her spine. Oh I’m goin’ somewhere alright. I’m walking out of this alive. "I guess destiny has a sense of humor then." She starter with a sneer. "It just couldn’t wait for round two." 

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sweetpxa:

“This is a place where I don’t feel alone..”

            "You aren't alone.                       I'm here for you, kiddo."

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Describe me in three words. I can only publish, not respond.

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I never lied. I just didn’t tell you the whole truth.

Jay Kristoff Stormdancer (via sempiternale)

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          Why couldn't she see? It was infinitely frustrating to           David  that  she  refused  to understand how similar           they  were, how similar they all were. They both did           what  they   had  to  survive,  even  if  he  had more           blood--quite literally, at the time being--on his hands.

               "Oh, Ellie---listen to you.                   You don't know a thing about me."

                   She’d killed people, true. But not out of choice                  and never without a solid reason.   There had                  never been a moment of doubt so strong that                  Ellie would so easily compare   herself to this                  man. This  m o n s t e r.   She wasn’t like him.                  She was good.         Or at least she tried to be.

              ❝ ╾╾╾ Pshh. Whatever                     helps you sleep at night. ❞

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Tagged by infectedxcargo

So the purpose of this meme is to give a little info on your muses without having to rely on others to fill your ask with meme questions. I know how disappointing it can be to come back to an empty ask so I wanted to create a meme that anyone and everyone can do (mun and muse). The rules are simple, you do not need to be tagged to fill out the questions, but once you have you must reblog and tag 10 of your followers to spread the love (as well as add a question of your own to the bonus section). You can fill it out as many times as your heart desires (we all know muses can change with their character development.)

10 Questions:

1. What is your favorite word?

"...Playin' games like this again? Uh...Lord, who has time to think about this? Let's just say Hallelujah."

2. What is your least favorite word?

"Phlegm."

3. What turns you on?

"Spirit. Bravery. Determination in the face of deadly odds. Skill with a weapon. A dirty mouth. Red hair.                ...--oh, hang on."

4. What turns you off?

"Fakers. People pretendin' to be somethin' they're not."

5. What sound do you love?

"Church organ. Damn, it's been a long time since I heard that. These days, probably just the wind in the trees. You appreciate silence after hearin' Clickers, let me tell you."

6. What sound do you hate?

"Clickers. Can't stand it. 'Course, it's nice they tell you they're comin', but still. Hard to imagine it's human vocal cords makin' those sounds."

7. What is your favorite curse word?

"Huh...damn."

8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?

"I always wanted to be a clergyman, but seminary just wasn't in the cards."

9. What profession would you not like to do?

"Anythin' bent over a desk, in a cubicle...anythin' where I'm workin' with paper more than with people."

10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?

"If? ...'You did good, boy. You tried hard. You did what you could.'"

Bonus

1. Something most people don’t know about you?

"Well, one thing I don't think anybody still around knows about me is that--oh, Lord--senior year of high school, years and years ago, I was homecoming king."

2. If you were one of the seven sins which would you be?

"...Lust."

3. What are some notable merits and flaws?

"What is this, a resume? Never thought I'd have to do one of those again. Let's go one of each. Uh, I'm good with people. On the other hand, I can be a bit too friendly, especially these days."

4. Sexual Preference? "...Heh."

5. What position do you sleep in? "Since winter started, we've all been sleepin' in the fetal position, feels like. Before then, my side. Back's startin' to hurt."

6. Favorite sexual position?

"Eh...sixty-nine?"

7. If you could change one thing about your life, what would it be?

"I wish I knew how to lead my people right. How to help them."

8. What do you keep on your nightstand?

"Bible."

tagged people: 

@lion-hearted-leonhardt arrowedyouth elliotmaccance uh anyone who wants to do it

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           "Oh, don't play the innocent little girl.             We both know you've done just as bad."

                   ❝ ╾╾╾ And here I was beginning                    to think you were creepy. ❞     She                    mutters in a tone rich with sarcasm.

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          "Some respect'd be nice, for a start.         You know how much I've done for you?"

      “I really couldn’t give two shits on what you think.                                  What do you want?”

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Oh, he had to laugh at that, had to let his lungs swell and his breath come forth in short, sharp gasps, more of a bark than a laugh. Go their separate ways? Surely she knew how asinine that was. It had been years. Years, he had been on this insane quest, and now it was coming to a head. Now she was standing in front of him. The only way he would be persuaded to let her go was when he was dead. Every small movement she made, every expression of fear, was an aphrodisiac to him. She was older, yes, not quite the Ellie he remembered, but in the fear of her quick movements and wide eyes, he saw the girl he remembered, the girl he'd dreamed about. He watched her hand's slow progression behind her back. What did she have? A gun? Knife? Either way, he was still holding his shotgun, though the emotions had noticeably slackened his grip. "I ain't goin' anywhere, Ellie, and I don't think you are either. What, you think I'm just out here for the hell of it? You think this is just some coincidence? It's not. This is destiny, girlie, bringin' us back together again, and I ain't lettin' you slip away."

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  Talk? She made a small ‘tch’ sound as he said that, fully aware talking wasn’t on his mind. Her eyes flicked to where his hand went, eyes widening and heart beating at a faster rate than she thought it could go.  "Don’t come a-any closer." And there she went again, with the stumble of the words. Christ, she was a mess. Pull yourself together, dammit. She willed herself to take in a steady breath, move her hand slowly to her back pocket.  She’d fight him, that’s what she’d do. And she’d kill him this time—bury him so far down deep nobody would ever be able to find him.  But what if he tries-She shut that thought up real quick. No, no! She wouldn’t let herself think about what he tried to do to her before. God no. She’d shoved that part so far down deep, she hadn’t thought about it, let alone told anyone else.  Finding the coolness of the blade in her back pocket, she hesitated to take it out, afraid he might leap at her if he knew what it was. “Let’s just go our separate ways and pretend like this never happened…”

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          A quick glance ascertained that the man was holding a weapon,           but further inspection and the gleam of light on metal told David          that it was a blade, not a gun. He took that as an invitation to take         another few steps forward. He slung his rifle back over his shoulder         and pulled his pistol from the waistband of his jeans instead before         holding both hands aloft in a gesture of friendliness, nonaggression.                     (He might've trusted that there was no immediate danger,                        but he wasn't about to stand completely unarmed.)

                "Sorry. Hope I didn't startle you too badly."                David flashed his teeth in a quick, easy grin.               "I was huntin' and I spotted you. Gets kind of              lonely out here when it's just me and the trees."

     The bitter cold of the dreadful winter had left Elliot in the worst shape he’d been since the start of all this. Low on food and hot water, and scarce was shelter that didn’t expose him to the frozen elements,making survival all the more difficult.

  Naturally, this had put him in quite the bad mood. Sad to say that on a cold, empty stomach, Elliot could become quite the dog. He normally isn’t the desperate type, and he certainly wasn’t too violent——But at this point, he might just lose himself.

  A call from an unknown voice caused Elliot to turn on his heel, instinctively drawing a machete in response. A pale man caught his eye, but one with a naturally kind expression. Elliot lowered his weapon, both out of neutrality and realization of the distance betweenthe two.

     ”Hello—?”

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              "--Yeah,                 it's what it looks like."

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David breathed an inward sigh of relief when she pointed the gun away from him; no matter how many times it happened--and it had been quite frequently, especially in the early years of the breakout--he couldn't be totally comfortable with the possibility of being literal seconds away from death. All of his negotiation skills, his quick mind and ability to sway others to his point of view, meant nothing to a bullet. If she had chosen to pull the trigger, there was nothing he could have done. In the end, the sword really was mightier than the pen. So she wanted food? That was unfortunate. Of all supplies, food was the most scarce. It had easily been years ago when David's men had finished all the canned food from recent homes and supermarkets. Some of his men and women had started trying to grow vegetables, but Colorado's soil was anything but fertile. They had resorted to hunting and scavenging...and now, in the winter, when all else failed, David had been forced to turn to an unorthodox source for meat. He wasn't about to give his most precious resource to a stranger. But if he played his cards right, she certainly could be useful. If he could get her all the way back to camp, he wouldn't even have to drag the corpse anywhere. The decision was made calmly, coldly, without a twinge of conscience. "Yeah, sure. Don't have any on me, though. It's all back at camp."

There was a measure of appreciation, and also uneasiness that the female harbored for how he handled himself in a situation so pressured. He was composed – he made sense. The dwindled possibilities of small games in traps versus a selection of supplies that could be bargained for reigned true. Annie had not even considered it. For all the interactions with the fellow human race that she had up to that point told her that not taking chances with anyone was a very prominent means of survival. It was better to pull a weapon before one was pulled on you, especially over something so simplistic that could get many people steamed to kill. But she held her position for a bit longer, just to make a very pronounced point about her intentions before she took her finger off of the trigger, and tilted the end of it up slightly. Looking him over, the only thing that seemed desirable enough to take would be his jacket, and the gun he made well known that he carried. Neither of those things were particularly edible. She could have all of the ammo she could find, but without anything to hunt or eat, it was a poor choice. She had not seen a single deer the entire couple days she had stalked around. Compromising suddenly became an objective. “Food.” She stated, and finally succumbed to lowering the weapon through logic. She hoped the other realized that she had a considerable benefit being alive rather than dead, in her mind. A poor, inaccurate opinion for the stranger a fair distance away. “Raided a circuit a few days back. I have plenty of supplies, except food. I’ll trade.”

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"Fair enough. It's never bad to believe, I think. Anyway..." David gestured with one hand. "I think the storm's pickin' up. There's some abandoned buildings a mile or so away. Want to hole up there 'til it stops snowin'? Two's safer 'n one, I reckon."

  "My group is a tough bunch. They’ve survived worse than infected and some hunters," Daryl said firmly. He had doubted them being a live during much worse, but they had survived and proved him wrong. This was nothing to what they had gone through before. "I don’t really care if it is. Those people are my family and I’m gonna find ‘em."