#autopsified

[pyredez]

          ABILITIES  &  SUPER-POWERED  THEMED  PROMPTS 

@autopsified asked: [ EIGHT ]  for receiver to have passed out from overusing their abilities and wakes up to sender at their side.

               IT   WASN'T   ANYTHING   NEW   TO   LEO,   WELL,   AS   FAR   AS   what   his   abilities   went.   It   was   new,   however,   how   far   he   could   use   his   powers.   Though,   he   guessed   he   had   burned   himself   up   before,   so   he   had   some   sort   of   idea   of   what   his   limits   were.   But,   his   own   self   preservation   wasn’t   his   top   priority.   It   was,   and   always   will   be,   those   around   him.   It   made   sense,   right?   He   was   the   cause   of   so   much   damage,   and   it   was   only   right   that   he   spent   his   life   correcting   all   the   wrongs.   

               HE   GROANED,   TURNING   IN   HIS…   BED?   THE   LAST   THING   HE   remembered   was   a   burning   orange   flame   that   was   himself.   It   was   so   hot,   so   intense   that   it   soaked   up   all   his   energy,   and   left   him   to   collapse   to   the   ground.   That   was   what   he   remembered,   not   this   comfortable   bed.   When   he   figured   this,   his   eyes   fluttered   open   in   a   frenzy.   His   chest   rose   and   fell,   a   staggered   breath   rattled   through   his   throat   while   his   chocolate   eyes   scanned   his   surroundings   until   they   landed   in   a   familiar   figure.   

            OH.   HE   WAS   SAFE.   HE   WAS   WITH   GOOD   COMPANY.   BUT,   his   whole   body   felt   hot,   too   hot   for   his   own   comfort   even,   “   I…   what—   where…   ?   ”   he   grunted,   slowly   lifting   himself   up   off   the   bed.   One   hand   was   pressed   against   his   forehead   as   the   room   started   to   spin   around   him,   “   Wh-What   happened?   ”

[leaveuswild]

@autopsified : [ DARE ] :  for  your  muse  to  approach  mine  on  a  dare. eden @ quentin

Quentin was organizing the book table of new releases when he was approached. He waited. Maybe they had a question. "Do you have a question? Or need something?" He wasn't bothered really; this was his job after all. In the back of his mind wondered, more so worried they'd recognized him from the news report.

"I'm not gonna talk about him if that's what you want..." He muttered, turning back to his work.

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

connie, for daryl

put a name in my inbox and my muse will have to admit how they feel about them. - @autopsified

Daryl isn't sure if his feelings for Connie are only friendship or if there's something more there. He knows he views her as family. And she's definitely someone that he cares deeply about. Something more might develop if they had more time together. He knows he enjoys her company, and he knows that she makes him smile. She's a brilliant, smart, strong woman, and he doesn't want to lose her.

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@autopsified sent: Tell me how I can help you

                   ˜”*°•.       Despair .  Despair  had  begun  to  grow  overwhelming  as  the  days  went  by .  Clock  ticking  fast ,  time  running  low .  He  didn’t  know  what  to  do   Every  plan  meeting  with  a  horrible  dead-end ;  every  plan  futile .  So ,  no.  He  didn’t  know  how  she  could  help  -  he  didn’t  know  IF  she  could  help  in  the  first  place .  ❝ I  don’t  know . ❞  Was  his  mere  response .  And  it  was  his  fault,  he  knew  that  well.  He  was  the  oldest  in  the  family,  he  was  the  only  one  that’d  known  about  the  end  of  the  world,  the  only  one  RESPONSIBLE  for  stopping  it .  Yet,  he  was  failing  -  and  there  was  nothing   he  could  do .  ❝ There  is  one  last  resort  but  I’d  really  prefer  to  avoid  it . ❞ 

[radiaking]

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@autopsified (norm) said: "that looks like a you problem."

        The pair look quite comedic side by side, nearly an entire foot difference in height, as they both watch a frustrated (for her) Lucy gently storm off. Cooper blinks and looks down at Norm, face contorted in confusion. "Now why the fuck is it my problem?" It's his fault but that doesn't make it his problem.

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❝ i don't like most people, but you're an exception. ❞ from enid. also don’t mind me accidentally hitting unfollow instead of ask

" then you have bad taste. "

[sonofsaviors]

Whisperers

It had been a month, two weeks, and four days since Logan had been separated from his father. They had been scavenging through an abandoned neighborhood in north Virginia, rifling through cabinets and cupboards and drawers for anything of use.

Negan trusted Logan enough to allow him to check a house across the street; they habitually whistled at certain times, to draw walkers out from their hiding places. The herd had materialized from the woods across the neighborhood and by the time father and son had seen them through the dust-streaked windows, it was too late to head back together. The best chance was to hunker down and wait for them to pass.

At least until Logan had accidentally startled a raccoon and drawn a few walkers towards him, and he had no choice but to run. He was too busy hauling ass to see his father's reaction or what became of him. He just kept going until he couldn't anymore.

Logan didn't even know where he was for a while, although he did find maps, but struggled matching them up to real life roads; he'd never had to do it before. He spent weeks scavenging plants he remembered from Scouts, subsidized with food from homes and buildings.

He would find Dad again, no matter what. Even if it took a while.

The sound of approaching footsteps drew Logan's attention and the young boy tensed up as he drew a knife. A lone walker stepped through the bushes and ambled towards him, halting for a second, and Logan could feel the hair on the back of his neck raise. Walkers didn't think, so why did it seem like this one was... startled by seeing him.

Logan growled slightly as it reached for him, stepping back carefully and waiting for the best moment. Of course, nothing could have prepared him for the very human-like noise of pain and bright, living blood that came when he stabbed the walker - the man - in the neck.

The boy scrambled back a bit in surprise, before more footsteps made him look up. A group of walkers - wait, no, people wearing the faces of walkers - stood staring at him.

Logan stared back, completely bewildered and lost for words.

@autopsified

[atomiqueen]

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@autopsified (norm) said: "i missed you… more than words can say."

        “Oh, Norm—” Lucy's first instinct is to pull him into a tight embrace, so she does. “I missed you too.” And she holds him close for almost a full minute before drawing back to swat him on the arm. “But I told you not to follow me up here! It's dangerous.”

[tidaltow]

@autopsified || cont.

Usually when someone made a remark like “Pinch me” or “Bite me,” it wasn’t actually meant to be taken seriously. But, see, Percy was outside the realm of “usual,” and when he barked comments like that, oh, he was absolutely issuing a challenge; frankly, if someone decided to take him up on it, he was impressed and recognized, Hey, they might actually be on level playing ground in the realm of “weird.” The difference and the unexpected of this specific encounter, though, was less about Medusa meeting his challenge and more about the way she met his challenge.

She could’ve pinched his arm. Anywhere on his arm. There was a lot there to cover: shoulder, bicep, forearm; it wasn’t like her options were limited. Heck, if she really wanted to get up close and personal, even a little twinge to the waist would’ve done the trick. (Would it have been a bit strange . . . ? Sure. But Percy would understand the logic; most people had a sensitive spot there.) What she did . . . could also be categorized as “up close and personal,” but like, more demeaning and basically the kind of gesture Percy would expect from his mom when he was way, way younger—

A small and sharp sting blossomed in one cheek, enough so that he actually flinched and reeled his head back. Effectively, that proud smirk dissolved into a grimace, and before he had time to stop himself, his free hand lifted to rub at the spot he could just tell had turned red. It didn’t make much sense why that warmth seemed to have spread to the other side, too. He decided not to dwell on it.

“Okay, wow, so you’re just gonna . . . say stuff like that. Pretty not cool comparison,” Percy complained, and as if he expected that she’d drawn blood, he checked his fingertips quickly. Satisfied with the lack of noticeable damage (outside of that flush in his face, apparently), his hand closed into a fist, and he met Medusa’s gaze.

Ironically.

“Uh, well, he’s not here currently, but . . . Yeah, he’s ‘allowed.’ Welcomed, really.” At least nowadays. Better not discuss the amount of animosity toward the poor guy years ago. . . . Regrettably not something Percy was entirely guiltless about. “Next time he visits, I’ll introduce you two,” he offered, and that smile returned a touch softer than before. “Bet he’d like you. He’s super friendly. Even with scary girls.” And especially with pretty girls, but Percy would sooner be caught dead than say that out loud.

[sonofsaviors]

@autopsified them

Upgraded (2024) Dir. Carlson Young

[gleamingcrowns]

"sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me." heather, for robin

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. || meme for robin from @autopsified

There was an eruption of nervous laughter from Robin's mouth. She couldn't stop, her face was bright red as she caught her breath. "W-What are you talking about?" Was she that obvious? Could she actually tell that she had a crush on her. One that was completely, and utterly useless because there was no way that Heather Holloway would ever like her. Or, even let alone be friends with her.

"I just, we, I mean, uh. We should just get this project done. I've never been late getting something in, and we're nowhere near done you know." She spoke, her voice cracking nervously. "So, uh, did you get your part done?" Robin was sweating now, god she must have looked like a crazy person.

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

carl, for sophia

put a name in my inbox and my muse will have to admit how they feel about them. - @autopsified

Sophia knows that for her Carl is her soulmate. She knows he's her best friend and he's also the first boy she ever loved. He's smart, charming, and strong. He's been there for her when no one else has, and she can never repay him for all the times he's kept her from falling apart. She hopes that he feels the same way about her, but she knows that she gets jealous of the time he spends with Enid. Even if she hasn't told him how she feels about him.

[t-errifier]

[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them. from connie. mute boy 🤝 deaf girl

𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖. she was sketching away on his face, determined to make a masterpiece of what was once his clown makeup. it had gotten ruined on a cause of the rain, & he was adamant on fixing it - but she was more adamant on fixing it for him. how could he possibly tell her no? allowing her the chance to come close to him - he doesn't mind when she runs a brush along the curves of his face. sharp, distinct lines - all apart of his natural facial structure. it might have been abnormal to someone who wasn't used to seeing his face, he had an angular look to him. one that was defined in some areas & soft in others. he had the perfect features for adorning the silly makeup that he loved so much. he wouldn't turn her down for fixing him up, so long as she followed the way that he wanted his features to be drawn on: exaggerated eyebrows, & thick lips. there was a pattern to his regimen, & he didn't want it changed simply because someone else was doing his makeup.

pointing to the tip of his nose, he had recognized a spot that she had missed. a black dot - right on the tip. it was a signature mark, he couldn't be without it. signaling for her to put her attention there, ART doesn't doubt that it's the next place that her brush would touch. assuming that she was not free - handing his makeup from her mind . . . no, she had something to work off of - the faded remains of his past makeup. it was still somewhat visible to her as she worked. though, the dot on the tip of his nose had all but washed off in the down pour. he wouldn't fault her for missing out on it, no - it was a gentle reminder. keeping his face neutral the entire time, he only does so to make sure that she had a perfect canvas for applying makeup on. lest he smile & mess up the integrity of her work . . . he didn't want to be blamed. he would keep a straight face - however, some light in his eyes as he stared down her working face. it wasn't completely devoid of affection for his companion. otherwise, he wouldn't have had her hands on his face so readily.

[radiaking]

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@autopsified (dane) said: "none of that is true, and you know it."

        He cocks his head to the side, one eye twitching in quiet irritation. "And just who the fuck are you to tell me? You can trust your so-called brotherhood all you want but this ain't my first rodeo. Now from where I'm standin', you don't look that stupid." A pause. "Am I right or am I wrong?"

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@autopsified asked: "shouldn't you be in school?" -eden

" shouldn't you be at work? " five retorts on instinct. sometimes he can't help himself especially when asked asinine questions. " i'm homeschooled. " it's easier than saying i'm a fifty-eight year old man trapped in the body of a child and legally dead. god, he hopes she's not a cop. having to call one of his siblings to get him from a police cell for skipping school would be morifying.

[godstrayed]

"we need to stick together. no splitting up bullshit" daryl for lydia

INBOX PROMPTS ╱ 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.

Each time, it hit him hard—how damn fragile everything and everyone around him really was. How fast it could all go to hell. That little slice of home they’d scratched out for themselves? It was just smoke and mirrors, bound to shatter sooner or later. There ain’t no place in this world safe enough to set down roots. The dead had made damn sure of that.

“You think you can stick this out?” Daryl asked, voice low, words cutting through the silence like a knife. It wasn’t cruel—it was just the truth, plain and bitter. After all, she was just as likely to bolt as he was. That’s what they were—two strays, always ready to run. Trust didn’t come easy, not in a world like this. The urge to turn tail and shut everything out? It was always there, gnawing at the edges. They couldn't even trust their own hearts.

“We gotta get back to ‘em,” Daryl went on, his tone steady but sharp. “But I need to know you ain’t gonna disappear on me. Last thing I need is to turn my back and find out you’re gone.”