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With one ability taken, 

                    another had to fill its place

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FLASH GIVEAWAY <3

I inteded to do this like two weeks ago for a follower goal I hit back then but I didn’t have the time so I’m finally doing it!

Winners will recieve 100 base icons & 50 gif icons.

Must be following Lori or Connor

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Cobbler?

“I’d love some.” 

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FLASH GIVEAWAY <3

I inteded to do this like two weeks ago for a follower goal I hit back then but I didn’t have the time so I’m finally doing it!

Winners will recieve 100 base icons & 50 gif icons.

Must be following Lori or Connor

Likes & Reblogs count, both as separate entries.

Ends 15th March 6pm GMT!

Examples: [x] & [x]

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                     She’s lost almost everything. 

                                           Almost 

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hurt meme.

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

“i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

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Random starters: Fainting/unconscious edition

"Wake up... please wake up..."

"Hey, are you okay? You seem a bit faint..."

"N-no no! Stay with me now!"

"Keep breathing, you'll be fine."

"Oh! You're awake! You've been out for so long-!"

"I found you unconscious back there. What happened?"

"Hey, are you alright over there?!"

"We found you in a horrid state.. but we patched you up as best we could!"

"Don't try to move. Just get some rest, okay?"

"Oh, I guess you weren't dead after all."

"Hey! This one finally woke up! Get me a doctor!"

"Shh... take it easy, there's no rush. You were passed out for a long time, you see."

"Ow.. my aching-"

"Ugh... where...?"

"Help me.. someone..."

"I can't hold on... fading away.."

"What happened? Where is this-!"

"Gah! S-stay away from m-me! I don't know who you are!"

"Did.. did you save me back there? Thanks.. I guess."

"I was passed out for that long?!"

"Help me up.. please help me up..."

"What happened to me anyways? I feel so lightheaded..."

"Am I in a hospital? I wasn't here before.."

"Where is everyone? How long was I gone?!"

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sellingseashells:

( izy )

the last few days had been harsh. after the loss of her group due to raiders, viola had been wandering aimlessly. there had been a few close calls until another small group found her and stole her things. the abuse was light for the most part, and she got away before one of the men could do something abhorrent. she wouldn’t let another man beside beck touch her in that way. it was a rare moment when she caused harm to someone else, but the escape outweighed the guilt at this point.

attempting to make it while limping and nursing a broken arm, left vi a lot of problems. she was trying her best to make it in a seemingly secluded area, but with no supplies, the outlook was pretty grim. that was until she saw another person. a fear of other people should have told her to keep her mouth shut, but needing help and being ever the optimist, she figured one person was less of a risk.

     ❝Help– please…❞

sticking her head up over the windowsill she was hiding behind, she waves her one good arm at the stranger in an attempt to draw them over to her. voice soft but loud enough to hopefully reach the other person’s ears, viola wasn’t sure if there were any of those poor sick people lurking.

           Exhausted, she was near the end of walking for today. The neighborhood she walked into had a few dead ones wandering along the streets. With a deep breath, she unsheathed her knife. Picking a house to make it for a few hours rest, her steps became a little faster to make it safely. Her body ached with each step but the thought of possibly locking herself up in a secure room for more than just three hours gave her a burst of hope.

          The dead ones continued to walk toward her as adrenaline began pumping into her veins. Nearly walking into one, her knife met the eye of a walker. Blood splattering over her arm. Pulling it free let more blood droplets fly to her clothes. One to her face made her flinch but it didn’t stop her movement to safety. She picked up her pace before she heard it. The low call for help in one of the houses, making her stop cold. Her heart jumped into her throat as she looked from house to house until she saw the head popping up. One house down from the one she was venturing to.

          Without a second thought, she changed her destination. Shoving away a walker before breaking into a run to the house. Door opened and shut securely behind her. She waited a second before looking around. She saw the foot that belonged to the person who called for help. Taking a few steps, she found out who it was.

        “Viola?!” She exclaimed, immediately kneeling down to see what was really wrong. “Oh my god. Viola what happened?!” She heard the pounding of the walkers outside on the door. She bit her lip before looking over at the front door. “Wait, don’t say anything let me…” She got up and ran over to what seemed to be the living room. Getting on one side of the couch, she pushed it until it was in front of the door, blocking it. It took longer than just a minute, but once it was done, she was back to Viola’s side. “Okay okay. What happened??”

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“Anything for you.”

3 LITTLE WORDS… || STARTER PACK // ACCEPTING 

             Within the walls of the Sanctuary, Elizabeth was slightly worried. Almost a little scared. Having no idea what these people were capable of, she followed the taller man into the building. He was talking, she wasn’t paying attention. Her eyes were wondering from person to person that were working. Working for what? Isn’t this the apocalypse and there isn’t any need to work for money anymore? She nearly lost her tour guide when he took an unexpected turn deeper into the controlled chaos.

            Soon, they entered a small room that held a small kitchen, a bed and many other ordinary household items. She stared at him, holding the straps of her backpack close to her. His words began to trail back to her, telling her that this small room was now completely hers.

          “Would you like anything to eat?” He asked, startling her from her wandering mind. The thought of food made her stomach growl loudly. She forgot when the last time she ate something that wasn’t a healthy bar or a baggy of silly fruit snacks. “Anything for you.” His voice had a ring to it that almost told her she could trust him.

           “I don’t…” She whispered, trying to think what she could eat. Her immediate thought went to chicken. “Do you have chicken?” She asked, now curious and very hungry.

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3 LITTLE WORDS... || starter pack

Send me one to see how my muse reacts. Some are fluffy, some are angsty, some are smutty, some are something else entirely…

Some of these may be triggering or NSFW!

“I love you.”

“I hate you.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“I guess so…”

“I guess not.”

“Love me, please.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t touch me.”

“Please, hold me.”

“Pain changes people.”

“You haven’t changed.”

“Please don’t go.”

“Look behind you.”

“Go kill yourself.”

“I can change.”

“Don’t ever change.”

“Want a hit?”

“Do you smoke?”

“Fuck me now.”

“Take my hand.”

“Lead the way.”

“Duck and cover!”

“Just go home.”

“Take me home.”

“Walk me there?”

“Everyone, shut up!”

“Just shut up.”

“Please stop it.”

“Please don’t die.”

“I need you.”

“I want you.”

“Want a hug?”

“Want a kiss?”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you lying?”

“That’s the truth.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Oh my God.”

“For fuck’s sake!”

“I got it.”

“I found it.”

“Call me later.”

“Text me later.”

“Don’t call me.”

“Are you crying?”

“I wasn’t crying.”

“Please don’t laugh.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“That’s a lie.”

“What’d they say?”

“What’ll it be?”

“It’s last call.”

“It’s almost midnight.”

“Do you promise?”

“That’s a promise.”

“Are you serious?”

“Don’t bullshit me.”

“I punched him.”

“I killed him.”

“I kissed him.”

“I love him.”

“I hate him.”

“I lied before.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not sorry.”

“I’ll come over.”

“Can you come?”

“Want to cuddle?”

“Maybe we should.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t.”

“You don’t say.”

“Make me come.”

“Did you come?”

“I stole it.”

“I broke it.”

“Any bones broken?”

“Are you okay?”

“Are you hurt?”

“That must’ve hurt.”

“He was lying.”

“It’s our song.”

“Can I help?”

“Help me out.”

“Please, for me?”

“Anything for you.”

“I doubt it.”

“I believe you.”

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Send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react.

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OPEN STARTER

              Elizabeth was stuck. Leaning against the door in which blocked her from the death that awaited her. How could she be this foolish as to get herself stuck. The moans on the other side of the door weren’t exactly the things she wanted to be her rescue.

             Fifteen minutes earlier, she was traveling. Step by step down a quiet street with only one or two walkers in sight. Her bottle, used to be filled with water, only had one long sip left. Five short sips if she had to keep rationing. Thirteen minutes earlier, she had decided to walk into a house. Random in the least, the windows weren’t broken in but boarded up. The door was closed, locked. It seemed mostly intact from what she observed from outside. Twelve minutes earlier, she attempted to push her way into the house. Not thinking of the dangers that could lie on the other side of those white walls.

             The door came loose and she fell in; literally. As the door gave way, she fell by the force she had left from pushing. She groaned slightly, getting up off the floor, nothing broken. She was fine. Brushing blonde hair from her eyes, she stood. Knife ready to attack, to protect its owner. Ten minutes earlier, she thought she was alone in the house. She walked quietly through the house, listening for the groaned that would echo against the rotten walls. When she believed it was clear, she went straight to the kitchen. Not even bothering to look upstairs. “If I can find something here, I’ll leave.” She whispered to herself, opening closed cabinets. Covering her mouth at the smell of whatever was left here.

             Seven minutes earlier, she found nothing but way out of date cans that seemed too risky to open. She sighed, now agreeing with herself that it was time to search upstairs. She walked over to the stairs, a gust of wind reminded her that the door was still open. Easy escape route if she needed it, deciding to leave the door as it was. Six minutes earlier, she was climbing the stairs to the second floor. Noticing all the doors were closed. Every tap against the door made her guess correct that she wasn’t alone in the first place. A family of the dead was home. She should’ve left at that. Leaving the house to find another one to scavenge through. But, for some reason, something told her that she could take whatever was behind the door. She was guessing one was behind it. Two minutes earlier, she made a stupid mistake.

             The door opened to reveal not one, not two, but six walkers. All groaning in unison. Air got caught in her throat as she backed up, turning to run toward the stairs. The stairs, her escape route! She took a few steps before she noticed the two walkers from outside at the bottom of the stairs. Six plus two equals eight. She was screwed. She slid from a arms that attempted to grab her, pushing one down the stairs. She didn’t wait to watch it get up, what she did next was push into a closed door and slam it behind her.

             There, now that she replayed everything in her mind, she was all caught up. “Damn it.” She hissed to herself. Pulling off her bag to dig in the dark. The lighter she found a few weeks ago would totally be helpful—there it was! She flicked it open, bringing light to the room. A bathroom. She was in a bathroom. She sighed again, her head bumped against the door, listening to the moans on the other side. “Great.”

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ofdishonour:

└ life wasn’t livable anymore - it was a series of moments in which you survived, or didn’t. so far, most of the people beck had met - didn’t. it already felt like he was carrying the weight of the world - the loss of his parents, and the unbelievable pain that came with constant starvation - and then, to top it all off, he lugged around the weight of all the dead who hadn’t survived like he had. the little blonde girl at the last settlement, rebecca. the boy he met the first night, peter. they were all names etched into his ribs - everything he took a breath, he was reminded of how he let them down.

this was it - the point in which he wanted to give up, let it all fade away and settle into the snow. he was cold, tired, hungry, and losing the will to continue - but, he wouldn’t. he couldn’t, because then the memories of all those people died with him. no one would ever remember holly, the single mother from rhode island, dan, the car salesman from denver, or worse so - his mother, his sister. he had to live, for them.

continuing on, he trekked heavy footprints through the snow - no destination in mind, nowhere to go and no one to go to, he just moved on - which had him wondering, what made him so different from the walkers?

he didn’t notice the body in the distance, the snow had the walkers slow, and he was so busy in his own world - which was dangerous - that he was just moving forward. even when coming up to the body, there was no reaction - until she spoke. it wasn’t the name, it was the way it was said, the voice it was said in. he stopped, hand coming to his face - hallucination, maybe? beck collected himself, breathing hard and heavy before brows knit as he turned, eyes going wide with disbeief. ❝ izy… ❞ no thought, no hesitation, arms reached out for her, aiming to yank her close for a tight hug - if he was hallucinating, he’d take it.

           The clatter of her knife to the snowy tar echoed lowly. Though ignored by its owner, rested on the ground with the white powder that was beginning to dangerously grow colder. Elizabeth didn’t feel the cold. All she could feel was her body moving to grab his. Tears wielded in her eyes. She couldn’t believe her luck with finding him in a place like this. Miles from their home town. The doubt in her mind, thoughts wondering. Making her almost think this was a dream. She clung harder, tighter, taking in his scent with a deep breath she didn’t know she needed.

         “This isn’t a dream right? Please let this be real. Please.” She was practically begging, clinging to her brother as if her life depended on it.  “Jonah… Beck.”

          Her face was shoved into the side of his neck, tears soaked his jacket. Pulling away, the cold rushed to her face. Redness replacing pale, her eyes opened to see his. Her brother’s face looked tattered and exhausted but, he was still the same face she remembered. The same face she never forgot. Her tears felt warm rolling down her redden cheeks.

        “It’s really you.” She whispered, a hand reaching to caress his cheek. “Jonah…”

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Abusive relationship starter sentences/various perspectives

“Do you think I like hitting you?”

“You’re pathetic; you’ll never do any better than me.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again, just please don’t leave me.”

“If you don’t get out of there he’s/she’s gonna kill you.”

“Pick yourself up off the floor, you look ridiculous”

“I can’t do this anymore; you’re not going to hurt me again.”

“I’m sick of looking at you!”

“Pass me your phone, I need to check you haven’t been talking to anyone else.”

“You think I was cheating? I was visiting my family!”

“When did it get this bad?”

“That bruise looks awful, you can’t go out tomorrow.”

“Who’s this? I bet you’re sleeping with them!”

“You can’t wear that, it’s too revealing.”

“I don’t care what your friends say, I think you’re worthless.”

“Please… Please don’t hit me again.”

“I’ll call the police!”

“If that happens again I will leave you.”

“Please don’t be angry…”

“Stop throwing things!”

“You’re not the man/woman I fell in love with!”

“Speak to me like that again and I’ll show you how hard I can punch.”

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(( I finished most of my replies. Huzzah!! Now I’m gonna go play Overwatch. If there’s anyone who wishes to play w/ me hmu and I’ll give my battletag. [pc only sorry]

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thcsnipcr:

         “NO, FOR REAL. You don’t understand the gravity of this. You simply will not get away with this type of tomfoolery. Give me my Twizzlers back before I have to resort to more drastic measures.”

        “You’re gonna have to catch me first!” She said, a playful smile spread wider across her lips as she stepped behind a tree. Traveling in the woods was the only way of somewhat safe transportation. Having a little fun like this never really hurt anyone. She poked her head from behind the tree, wiggling the bag of twizzlers.