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so im back with a new laptop! time to get back into writing so plz like this for a starter

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GINNIFER GOODWIN in ONCE UPON A TIME | 1.10 7:15 A.M.

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smol update; Shay’s older fc is now ginnifer goodwin thank u

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Gave Shay a Yellowjackets au because I love those crazy bitches and I write Travis so why not throw my other baby in there too ❤️

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If anyone would send me good thoughts, vibes, prayers..I’ll take them all right now

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anyone want a starter?? i have to get something going to get my mind off things.

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ooc updates? kinda vulnerable post

hey, heads up from the lil gremlin back here writing. i know that i probably seem really inconsistent on here at times. but that's mostly due to my chronic health issues. sadly, in the pat two or so years, they've gotten really complex and at times, i have whole months where i can hardly function, much less write. thinking i was on the road to better health, then having it halted with a new illness has also caused some personal griefs for me. i miss my dad. i might never get to be a mother. both of those are hard. i do love talking however, and if anyone wants my discord, im there almost everyday. please offer me a bit of grace, but i am working hard to get back to properly replying to things. i appreciate everyone who follows here and thinks shay is an interesting oc. she's grown so much since the beginning and i love sharing her with everyone.

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May the 4th be with you!

Come write with Shay in her star war au ❤️

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𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙮𝙥𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨 ! pt. 1 / ??

Here are some prompts for any infected/zombie apocalypse! add "+ reverse" to reverse the prompt!

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𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 !

"Were you bit?!"

"I'm not bit!"

"They're infected!"

"There's too many of them."

"Shh! If they hear us, we're dead."

"I think we can outrun them."

"We can take them out."

"Do you ever wonder about who they were before they became... that?"

"They're not people anymore."

"They're monsters! There's nothing human about them!"

"They don't feel anything."

"How many of them have you killed?"

"I don't know what scares me more. Them... or people."

"All it takes is one bite."

"Aim for the head!"

"Promise me that you won't hesitate. Promise me!"

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𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 !

Inspect - Sender checks the receiver for bites/scratches.

Distract - Receiver distracts the infected long enough for the sender to escape.

Rescue - Sender arrives just in time to save the receiver from the infected.

Surrounded - Infected are closing in on all sides of our muses with little to no way out.

Guts - Our muses disguise themselves with infected guts/blood/skin to blend in as a means to escape.

Close Call - Receiver checks in/comforts sender after a near fatal encounter with the infected.

Mourn - Receiver has an emotional break down after sender kills their infected loved one.

Burn - Our muses take on the task of disposing/burning dead infected bodies.

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@prodigiumamare asked: "Once you’re in Hell, only the Devil can help you out." - lucifer

there's a soft smirk to her lips when she looks up at him. ' well, maybe if i talk to him he'd help me more than God has. my prayers always felt like i was getting left on read. ' there's a small chuckle, she isn't sure if he'll understand what she means. instead she points to the small altar kept behind her bookstores counter. a green candle in the middle, surrounded by the fresh flowers. acorns. a set of antlers and a bowl of cherries sit on a small table in the corner. ' i found other Gods that don't require so much to be loved. Blind devotion has never been my thing..perhaps that's why the devil never scared me "

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the snarl on his face isn't anything unusual now. it's almost permanently etched onto jax's features now. she can't remember the last time she saw a genuine smile. there's the smirk in her words too however. the kind, caring shay had disappeared when they closed that casket on opie. and she wasn't sure that version of her would ever come back. ope had been a light in her life. and now, it'd never be lit again.

' maybe not the coke, but i figure if i smoke a joint too and drink the rest of the vodka in the cabinet, that might be enough for it to not hurt anymore. ' it's a cheap shot at him. a reminder that she's trying just about whatever vice she can to keep herself numb.

instead she moves away to pick up the table. keep her cool. when shays good, she's the mediator. she's the friendly one. she keeps the club from killing each other. when she's angry, depressed, bad off--her father comes out in her. the anger, the alcohol. the cutting words. and she knows now, if he gets too close, she's too unstable to stop herself. ' could have left the fuckin' table alone. now i have to vacuum this shit up before abel gets home from gemma's. '

sitting the table up, shay takes the time to look jax in the eyes. big brown orbs, pupils blown wide. ' it was never gonna be you jax. everyone has to protect samcro's prince. even if that means they don't come home. one of these days you're gonna run out of knights--and you're gonna be the last one standing. seems pretty damn lonely to me. '

@shxyme hates me but it's fine i'm fine

𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙾𝙿𝙴?

the air is knocked out of his lungs, stomach in knots & she may as well stick a knife in his heart & twist it with the way she glares at him. he doesn't blame her for hating him, [ 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 ] & his world is CRASHING, TUMBLING DOWN . . . he can't seem to stop it. ice floods his veins until he's NUMB, broken blue eyes staring straight through her; it's his fault. all his fault. ope is gone & no amount of bloodshed & vengeance will bring him back & how are they supposed to LIVE without their best friend, the love of their life? HE CAN'T FUCKING BREATHE.

❛ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?! ❜ she DIDN'T UNDERSTAND — the way jax fought so hard to be the one to take his place, how it should've been HIM getting his skull bashed in & yet . . . when ope made up his mind there was no changing it. ❛ 𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ————— ❜ the words get caught in his throat, fingers tangling in messy blond hair & ripping at the strands. & then the coffee table is shoved across the room, white powder spilling onto the carpet. RAGE is an emotion he knows how to feel & knows it well [ 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚢'𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 ]. ❛ 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭��𝐧' 𝐜𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. ❜

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suffering from a condition called remembering too much and loving too much and caring too much and

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@eat3rs continued from here

her eyes shift from him to the blood. and she has to resist the urge to drawn in another smell. to take her nose and move it closer to the blood on his cheek. to lick it off. to see if it still tastes as good as it does warm. but she doubts.she doesn't want to waste her appetite. so she flexes her fingers, focuses on the movement of joints. she doesn't trust herself with the pulse that flares under dakota's skin being that close to her fangs. not when the blood is muddling her good sense.

' i don't mind helping. my first few feeds didn't end as clean as i thought they would. the thirst takes over if you aren't careful. blood ends up everywhere. ' she moves to the bathroom, producing bleach and some old rags. ' let me get a little water..this guy have anyone at home waiting for him? ' a little tip of her head to the men's jeans left laying on the floor. she asks to make sure, just to check. she knows dakota wouldn't be stupid, but she's curious too.

mop bucket is returned with warm water, and her hands make quick work of pouring some bleach. two rags are handed to elliot. ' circular motions, when were done i'll work on your clothes if you wanna keep those. if not, we can just burn them. ' the circles her hands make take over her focus. rag working to get the blood out of the grooves of the tile flooring. what a waste, she thinks to herself. all of this blood she can't use. but then again, she wouldn't have an issue finding her own supply later.

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sorry i disappeared for a few days; come to find out, i was sick due to a uti putting me on the verge of sepsis, and a 3 cm ovarian cyst that decided it should cause some issues. ( something as small as a grape is kicking my ass ugh )

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I’m sick af, stomach virus. Give me a day or two and I’ll be back

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@shortfell asked: nothing is ever as sinister as you think. ( edward )

the soft voice to her right broke her thoughts in half. who had..oh, wasn’t his name edward. she’d only moved to forks two months ago, and frankly she spent most of her time in forks at the library. voraciously trying to read through the harvard recommended reading list. but the library was small, and she was going to have to go to seattle to get the other books it seemed. she could make a day of it however. it was a big city though, and what if she got lost. that’s what her worrisome mother would think about. she always worried shay would get hurt, or worse, kidnapped. maybe that was because her mother was a nurse and had seen so many injuries. that’s what she’d been thinking to herself when the others voice drew her from her thoughts. almost..as if he somehow knew. now that she thought of it, shay was sure she’d never said a single word to edward. nor him to her. funny he’d chosen today to do so. maybe she had just seemed distracted and he took that opportunity to be social.

“ i believe people are inherently good. i can’t say everyone thinks that way though. guess watching the news can make you believe a lot of people are bad. ” she smiled, reminding herself that it wouldn’t kill her to talk to someone in her class. 

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@shortfell asked: "The truth will set you free." ( dr. crane )

she couldn’t tell if he knew something he shouldn’t. or if this was just the doctors personality showing itself. inviting everyone to these wayne enterprise soirees was the best for business. and no one could say she had bad blood with anyone if everyone was invited. but she’d always found crane a bit..odd. shay, however, couldn’t bring herself to outcast anyone. perhaps from her own fears of judgement. but what exactly could the doctor be meaning. did he know that she hid a second life? no. there wasn’t a way he could. she was simply being paranoid. crane was a man of psychology. of course he was interested in what secrets people could be holding in their hearts. or maybe, their heads. that was all. that had to be all.

 “ i supposed i could say i believe the same, doctor crane. what truths can you share? ” good idea, she could focus on him. draw the attention away from her own secrets.