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cant believe ppl from my norse myth rping days still find me

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open rp!!!!

    “--Is there anything I can do?” Fingers idly fiddled with each other as Elliot broke the silence. “I’m feeling a bit, uh, useless at the moment,” he continued and his voice became lower for each word, his gaze lowering to the ground. It had been obvious early on that Elliot wasn’t survivor material. He tripped on his own feet or on air. Cooking ended in a blood bath. As soon as he looked at a weapon, he seemed to hurt himself. Elliot hated it. He was knowledgeable when it came to gardening and caring for animals, but that wasn’t exactly relevant for the moment.

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elliot will always be light, unconditional love, and warm smiles even if death is all around in different shapes and forms

elliot will never let the world make him cold and hard

the world is still a beautiful place. 

elliot is soft. 

elliot is love in the flesh.

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this user has dyspraxia 

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this user has poor fine motor skills

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I am the daughter of the Sun and Moon, and even though I have been born into this world, my race is of the stars.

The Charge of Aradia

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@its-negan-bitch

    The stairs had nearly killed him on his way up, so if Lucille was thirsty, Elliot was tender and ready. At least that was something positive about this meeting that otherwise made Elliot sick to the stomach. His arms was held loosely around himself as he waited, his gaze stubbornly down on the floor. His teeth were about to chew their way through the bottom lip. 

     The reason? A murder. With a sword. Through a man’s stomach. By Elliot who could barely swing a sword on his ‘good’ days and now he had killed a man. Elliot’s reason? He had been fed up and scared, and simply reacted to a man who bullied him. It ended in a pool of blood and Elliot in tears. 

    Sort of like it probably would now. He could hear steps coming closer, Negan’s voice - heck, he could sense Negan’s presence a mile away. And in he came. Elliot jerked back, blue, blank eyes carefully glancing up at the leader as he made himself as small as possible. Maybe it all would go away if he wished hard enough.

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“Elliot, do not be sorry. It’s alright.” Sherry gently rested her hands on his loosely wrapped arms. She softly put her hand on his chin and ducked her head to look back into his disoriented blue eyes. “I’m Sherry.” She softly spoke.

Sherry lowered and grabbed the dripping sword by its hilt and pointed it downwards. She wrapped her arm around his furthest shoulder and coaxed him to turn away with her. “Let’s go get you cleaned up inside.” She watched his tear stained face. “Hmm?” She hummed.

    Elliot shook his head. It wasn’t alright. There would be consequences. Or at least he expected there would be consequences - why wouldn't there be? He had committed a murder on a seemingly innocent man who had technically done nothing more than talking to Elliot. It wasn’t legal in the old world and it certainly wasn’t legal in this so called sanctuary. For all he knew, Negan was going to kill him or at least take a body part. Elliot rather wanted to die. 

    He sobbed. He couldn’t help it. Not until Sherry wrapped her arm around him did he move and turned away from the corpse. Another person was already on their way to stop it from resurrecting. Elliot only hummed and wiped at his face as they began to walk. “I’m sorry,” he repeated as if it would somehow help the situation he had put himself in. 

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Sherry carefully approached the man. He was shaking and clearly in shock. She was only there long enough to witness the man get impaled. Cautiously, Sherry moved around to face the grief stricken soul. She placed her hands on either side of his face and fixed her eyes directly into his lost gaze. Her hands began to warm his pale face and she redirected his face to look directly at hers and off the fresh corpse. “What’s your name, sweetie?” She asked calmly and smoothly.

    It wasn’t the first person Elliot had killed, although, he could still count his kills on only one hand even after all this time. Compared to other people, he wasn’t used to it, and he would never be. 

    His breathing was brief, short, shaky. There was a lump in his throat, and his stomach wanted to turn inside out. Elliot did notice the woman and her presence, her soft hands on his cheeks, but his eyes were locked on the corpse. Blood began to pool under the body, and tears rolled down Elliot’s face. The woman coaxed him to look at her, though, blue, blank eyes finding hers. 

     Wife. She was one of the wives. Elliot wasn’t sure he had ever seen her before, but he knew. “E-Elliot,” he managed to speak and put his arms loosely around himself. “I didn’t- I didn’t mean to-” He didn’t get any further than that before he sobbed. “I’m sorry.”

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v important details abt elliot when interacting with him and stuff:

his gait looks like he’s drunk, he can’t walk in a straight line

he does not glare or look hostile in any way, he’s not daryl. elliot = soft, warm, apologetic smile. he often wants to disappear in the background and makes himself smaller. he’s submissive and shy with low confidence. 

being around him probably makes u feel safe and warm and peaceful???? 

it’s possible to catch lil flying orbs flashing by near him 

animals love him

his gaze is one of those “i know something you don’t” gazes and more specifically like he knows everything about you and like he sees into your soul 

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(: elliot being at the sanctuary, lucille being dead aka lucille is a spirit aka someone elliot can come in contact with

(: elliot having convos with ghost lucille and her wanting to talk to negan but elliot not daring to even bring her up and definitely not “oh uhm btw i’m a medium and i talk with spirits and uh so your dead wife--” 

(: lucille asking him to keep an eye out for negs

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elliot will always be light, unconditional love, and warm smiles even if death is all around in different shapes and forms

elliot will never let the world make him cold and hard

the world is still a beautiful place. 

elliot is soft. 

elliot is love in the flesh.

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i really wanna get things going on elliot again tho so dont hesitate to reply to stuff or  yell at me for plotting or what not ok friends

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SEVEN PSYCHOPATHS SENTENCE STARTERS.

❝ What the hell happened? ❞

❝ I set the car on fire. ❞

❝ You’re gorgeous. ❞

❝ It’s their blood. ❞

❝ Where are your guns? ❞

❝ You’re better than me. ❞

❝ Put your hands up! ❞

❝ You’re fucked from birth. ❞

❝ Are you pissed at me, baby? ❞

❝ Why would I be pissed at you? ❞

❝ Of course we’re friends.❞ 

❝ Come with me. Please. ❞

❝ I wanna jump inside your pants. ❞

❝ Are you looking at something? ❞ 

❝ Why did you kill all of those people? ❞

❝ What’s with your sour fucking puss? ❞

❝ Are we gonna have a peyote party? ❞

❝ Friends don’t make their friends die. ❞

❝ Are you nervous because we’re killing a chick? ❞

❝ I’m going to be over to kill you on Tuesday. ❞

❝ Maybe the world just doesn’t understand you. ❞

❝ Poodles always look like they’ve been crying. ❞

❝ We all gotta dream, don’t we? ❞

❝ Have some pride in yourself. ❞

❝ Fuck the cops! Fuck them! ❞ 

❝ You ever shoot a guy in his eyeball? ❞

❝ Sorry if I haven’t been a very good friend to you. ❞

❝ Don’t ever say I never do anything for you. ❞

❝ Seriously, just fuck off! I’m not in the fucking mood! ❞

❝ I stabbed a guy in the ear once. Ice pick, right in his fucking ear. ❞

❝ You think I’m not serious just because I carry a rabbit? ❞

❝ Are you out of your alcoholic fucking mind? ❞

❝ You’ve eaten too many hallucinogenic cactuses tonight, [ name. ]❞

❝ I don’t have a drinking problem. I just like drinking. ❞ 

❝ Sorry for hitting you in the face so hard. ❞

❝ Sometimes I think God’s gone crazy. ❞

❝ No shoot-outs, no pay-outs. Just human beings talking. ❞

❝ You might want to stop drinking if this is how you’re gonna behave. ❞

❝ It’s impossible for someone’s head to actually explode, isn’t it?  ❞

❝ When are you gonna get a job that’s not just stealing from people? ❞

❝ This guy just telephoned a psycho-killer to come psycho-kill us! ❞

❝ God loves us. I know it. He’s just got a funny way of showing it sometimes. ❞

❝ I didn’t mean to break his nose. His nose was just in the middle of where I was punching. ❞

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