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❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜

° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS. ( closed! )

     She puts down the cotton swab and stretches her neck sideways, making visible the neck wound she’d been cleaning. It’s about the length of her forefinger, though thankfully not very deep, and runs parallel to her collarbone. 

     “Not bad,” Ellie points out, as casually as she can make it sound. Her head returns to its position, and the cut is out of view again. “'Sgotten a lot better.”

#injuries tw #( thanks for sending this in!! ) #elliemavor #( asks. )

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❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜

° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS. ( closed! )

   "Biters,” she gasps, pointing over her shoulder and following the gesture with a glance backwards. They haven’t cleared the hills yet, but they’ve caught a whiff of her, and Ellie knows they’ll be here soon. She shifts nervously from foot to foot. “There were seven.”

#( hello! sorry this is so late. I'm currently on a hiatus ! ) #unfatcd #( asks. )

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Endless Eleven ♡ pretty.. good

#( faceclaim. ) #( honestly though? I would die for any circumstance where ellie has to dress up for the occasion ) #( I don't know how the HECK that would ever happen in this setting but? let my daughter try and have fun with that kinda thing......blease )

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nvmbskull:

                           fuck.

       rain. rain meant ruining his perfectly coiffed hair. rain meant cleansing his comfort blanket — a bomber jacket, leather cracked, and a thick layer of filth and grime coating, producing a pungent smell. the kind that tricked the nose of blind walkers into believing he was one of them, and often left him alone. he would have to dress his jacket all over again, and the smell would be weak until it packed its punch again. he hated that.

      as he paced down the street, a frown marring his features, the distant roll of thunder met his ears, and he grunted. on cue, a lifeless body shambled to its feet, summoned, and crept from a yard. it stumbled stepping off a curb, and he rushed forward in that moment, knife drawn from his waistband, hand outstretched. he seized the collar of the body, keeping its distance from him should it move quicker than thought, and then roughed his palm up to its neck, where he pushed fingers under its jaw to lock its head in place to keep from biting. its flesh slid under his grip, rotted. with another, louder grunt, colton swung his knife downward in a perfect arc, strength mustered to pierce his knife through the thickness of its skull.

      the body dropped, and he kept his grip tight on the hilt. the last thing he wanted was to be unarmed if more were to be roused. 

                           which they were.

      ❝ FUCK, ❞ colton said under his breath this time. he had to move. they were rising up around him, the thunder growing in volume. thunderstorms were the worst. sure, they washed away at this disgusting world, but the sounds it produced made sure to wake every. single. fucking. walker.

      colton ran. his slightly malnourished frame was light, and caused him to run that much faster as he sprinted down the street. sound didn’t matter, not when thunder came from all directions and disoriented the biters. the rain picked up. the gatherer swiped at his hair as it began to flop down onto his face. as he ran, he swung his backpack about and fished about inside until he found a headband he often carried, usually for style. now for necessity. he scraped the bristles over his scalp, pushing his hair out of his face, and saw it. the awning.

      but as he neared, he spotted a small figure. a small girl. and she had no idea what was coming. a glance over his shoulder assured that many, but not all, had begun to follow him. his jacket dripped darkened water, the smell of the dead erased from him.

      before he could speak, however —

      ❝ WAIT! ❞ he hollered. a flash of lightning, and in that split second of light, he lost his sanity.     he was chasing after his daughter.

     It wasn’t long before her strength gave out. All the ‘hardiness’ gathered from these couple months out in the wild was mere BRAVADO when pitted against the emaciated state of a nine-year-old living off of stolen goods & charity— empty, foolishly hopeful, desperate for belief in one’s few powers.       ( flashback to the friendly man in a red coat who took her under      his wing during her second week out alone.                     “you’re doing it! look, just blow on the smoke,                     like this, see— there you go. yeah, like that!                      and look, you’ve done it! fire!”       lo and behold, a small orange flame has appeared. ellie looks up      at the smile on his bearded face and is unable to hold back her      own triumphant grin. she can do it. she can keep learning like this,      and she’d be able to live in the forests like tarzan, or mowgli. she’d       challenge the biters... she’d teach them a lesson. kick their butts.           his coat smelled of cigarettes and softener, and something      faintly warm and sweet, like vanilla. ellie later wondered whether      this had made any difference to the biters. had they simply smelled       on him the universal scent of a living meal, warm and human?           their jaws close on his arm and he’s screaming, telling her to      run. she obeys blindly, tearing through the foliage until everything’s      gone silent and she’s left alone. again. she waits for him, and by the      time her throat is hoarse from yelling his name, she can’t keep the      hot tears from filling her vision and dripping down her face. ) 

     A flash of lightning illuminates the sky, and the deafening thunderclap that comes mere seconds after JOLTS Ellie out of remembrance, with the cold rain dripping down her back and the crime of thievery hanging over her head. Her feet catch on a stone jutting out of the ground and a gasp of surprise leaves her mouth as she’s sent sprawling forward onto the dirt. No, no, no, no, no, no, no— The girl sits up and dazedly peers down at her hands, which she’d put out before her in a futile effort to protect herself from impact. Dark red drops have begun to bead up from ragged skin, and the equally present stinging at her knees tells her she has more injuries.       As good as defeated, she turns to her pursuer and hopes that they can be reasoned with. She’s hungry. She’s desperate. She’s— she’s–– being HUNTED. Her eyes widen as the wave of undead is finally made visible through the pouring rain. And try as she might, she can’t move. She’s frozen in fear.

#blood tw #injuries tw #( sticks head out of hiatus ! ) #( asdfl;ads I also got carried away w/ muse...........pls just. do whatever length you feel like lmao ) #( also colton is breaking my HEART ) #nvmbskvll #( interactions. )

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crucial muse development questions.   send a number in my inbox to find out more about my character as a person  ( because often, the most important things about character development have nothing to do with their shoe size or netflix queue ).

what would completely break your character?

what was the best thing in your character’s life?

what was the worst thing in your character’s life?

what seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?

does your character work so they can support their hobbies or use their hobbies as a way of filling up the time they aren’t working?

what is your character reluctant to tell people?

how does your character feel about sex?

how many friends does your character have?

how many friends does your character want?

what would your character make a scene in public about?

for what would your character give their life?

what are your character’s major flaws?

what does your character pretend or try to care about?

how does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?

what is your character afraid of?

#( memes. ) #( I'm still on the semi hiatus for the AP exam but.. I need to develop this weirdo more )

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dying-for-fun:

Freddie had been walking for hours. Her legs hurt, she was covered in dirt and it didn’t help when the rain began to fall onto her, making the soil she stepped on into deep mud.  She continued on for a bit longer, however when it seemed that the storm was only becoming worse she made a judgment call.

Find shelter.

Making sure her gun was brandished, Freddie moved carefully towards the little cluster of buildings and froze when she saw her. A child, a little girl. She could practically feel the little girl’s fear and so Freddie swore before running after her, as quickly as possible. “Kid! It’s alright!”

     Ellie continued to run. Too far off to distinctly make out what the young woman was saying, her fear was centered around several things: 1. she had stolen food— 2. the woman had a gun, so that probably meant that— 3. the woman in question was a guard of some sort— 4. she had no intention of being shot, or whatever the punishment for thievery was here.       And then she tripped, falling headlong into the muddy grass. For a minute, the impact left her stunned still; she gazed up at the cloudy sky above and wiped the rain off her face. Then she remembered her escape, and scrambled upright onto her elbows to face her pursuer.

#( h ello again! ) #weapons tw #( interactions. ) #dying for fun

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Strawberries. (by Equilibrio instabile.)

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End of the World

#( aes. ) #( ellie is v fond of fairy tales )

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elliemavor:

Eleanor’s glare softened when she saw the person rise and realised that it was a young girl. Of course children nowadays were not to be underestimated. But Eleanor always had a soft spot for children herself and it made her heart ache to see the little girl on her own.

“It’s alright.” Quickly she put her knife down on the ground as a show of peace. “Just wanted to make sure you weren’t a biter.”

      Ellie, too, lets most of that suspicion slide off her shoulders; there’s still a mild wariness which refuses to leave her, but from her tone of voice and finally the laying down of arms, the woman seems to mean her no harm, after all.       "What— what town is this, please?” she asks haltingly, having lost track of her location on the map a few days ago. 

#( I keep remembering River from Doctor Who and I.......... g a h ) #elliemavor #( interactions. )

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❛ Why are you here? ❜

° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

    Ellie’s not sure how to answer that question, really. She draws her knees up to her chest and rests her chin between her kneecaps, staring fixedly at the manor’s floor tiles until the words are able to form in her mouth. A child left wandering ALONE, band-aids pressed crooked on her face and her hair in waxy knots—– it’s an explanation in itself.      “My parents—–” the girl finally gets out, but that sentence goes unfinished. She doesn’t want to think about how she’d continue it.      –—are gone? –—are dead??     So instead of carrying on with her explanation, she shrugs and averts her gaze.

#( hello! thanks for sending in the meme. ) #avcnging #( asks. )

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Millie Bobby Brown as Madison O’ Donnel in BBC America’s Intruders

#( faceclaim. )

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❛ Wait, do you hear that? ❜

° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

    Immediately the girl freezes in place, straining her ears to make out whatever sound has been pointed out to her. Finally, she turns to the young man, baffled, and shakes her head from side to side.  No, >> Ellie mouths, careful not to make a sound in case something was indeed in the area. Then she stretches her arms out before her and lolls her head back jerkily in mimicry of the feared undead.      Biters? >>

#( thanks for sending this in! ) #( asks. ) #leonard johnson rp

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❛ did someone hurt you? ❜

° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

     "No— I fell out of a tree.” With her fingertips, she presses experimentally at the long set of scrapes marking the right side of her face. Ellie winces at the resulting pain— they’re still tender, though the swelling has gone down a great deal.      “Can I have a band-aid ?”

#injuries tw #( hi! thanks for sending this in. ) #( asks. ) #sungrown

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avcnging:

rpmemesfam:

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❛ What are you doing? ❜ ❛ Where are you going? ❜ ❛ Where are you taking me? ❜ ❛ How is that working out for you? ❜ ❛ Is everything okay? ❜ ❛ Why are you acting like this? ❜ ❛ You think I would lie to you? ❜ ❛ Are you telling the truth? ❜ ❛ Are you sure you want to do this? ❜ ❛ This is your bright idea of a plan? ❜ ❛ What else do you want me to do? ❜ ❛ What else can I do? ❜ ❛ What do you think I should do? ❜ ❛ What makes you think that? ❜ ❛ Who told you that? ❜ ❛ Who are you? ❜ ❛ Why are you here? ❜ ❛ Who invited you? ❜ ❛ How come you ever asked me? ❜ ❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜ ❛ Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? ❜ ❛ Why is it so hard for you to see that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ What don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ Are you joking? ❜ ❛ Did I miss anything? ❜ ❛ You don’t remember? ❜ ❛ Did you really say all that stuff about me? ❜ ❛ Did you think I would forget? ❜ ❛ How can you sit there and say that? ❜ ❛ How do you even sleep at night? ❜ ❛ Are you coming or not? ❜ ❛ Am I the only one freaked out right now? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing or crying? ❜ ❛ Who did this to you? ❜ ❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜ ❛ Is it just me or are you, like, ignoring me? ❜ ❛ You want me to apologize for something you did? ❜ ❛ Are you going to kiss me or not? ❜ ❛ Aren’t you the one who said it though? ❜ ❛ So, you don’t like me like that? ❜ ❛ Where do we go from here? ❜ ❛ Are you being serious right now? ❜ ❛ How was I supposed to know that? ❜ ❛ Oh, is that a challenge? ❜ ❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜ ❛ Are you going to let me go now? ❜ ❛ Are we done now? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t just ask me? ❜ ❛ You’re going to believe them over me? ❜ ❛ How can possibly think that? ❜ ❛ Did you even miss me? ❜ ❛ Did anyone even notice that I was gone? ❜ ❛ Why do you go around and kiss everyone? ❜ ❛ Did you kill them? ❜ ❛ Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood? ❜ ❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜ ❛ Are you having doubts? ❜ ❛ Why haven’t you been at school/work? ❜ ❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜ ❛ You said you wanted to talk? ❜ ❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜ ❛ What did you expect to happen? ❜ ❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜ ❛ You don’t like me? Do you? Like in a more than a friend way? ❜ ❛ Is that what everyone is saying now? ❜ ❛ Who do I remind you of? ❜ ❛ Are you hungry? Want to go get something to et? ❜ ❛ Are you drunk? ❜ ❛ Are you lost? ❜ ❛ What’s so great about any of that anyway? ❜ ❛ Are you even listening to yourself? ❜ ❛ What are you going to do about it, huh? ❜ ❛ What are you staring at? ❜ ❛ What are you doing out here? ❜ ❛ Why did you call the police? ❜ ❛ Wait, do you hear that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you tell me anything? ❜ ❛ Hey, did you get me anything? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t you come over last night? ❜ ❛ What did you find out? ❜ ❛ Can I stay here for the night? ❜ ❛ Are you throwing rocks at my window? ❜ ❛ Are you crying? ❜ ❛ What are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Do you not understand the word no? ❜ ❛ Is that it? Is that all? ❜ ❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜ ❛ Yeah, but, you have me. So why bother? ❜ ❛ What’s love got to do with it? ❜ ❛ This is where we kiss, right? ❜ ❛ Do you ever not just only think about yourself? ❜ ❛ Are going to leave me again? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong with that? ❜ ❛ Do you have anything you need to say to me? ❜ ❛ I think I’m going to puke. Is there a trash can in here? ❜ ❛ You really don’t know why I’m mad at you? ❜ ❛ Why do you treat me like I’m not important to you? ❜ ❛ Why are you telling me this? ❛ Are you ready? ❜ ❛ What’s with all the questions? ❜ ❛ I thought this is what you wanted? ❜ ❛ Where do you think you’re going with this? ❜ ❛ You’re just going to leave? ❜ ❛ Do you trust me? ❜ ❛ You love me? Or you think you love me? ❜ ❛ When will it ever stop? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’ll ever go away? ❜ ❛ What are you doing this weekend? ❜ ❛ You called for back up? ❜ ❛ What did I just witness? ❜ ❛ How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else? ❜ ❛ Have you ever thought it? ❜ ❛ Are you wearing a wire? ❜ ❛ Is there something wrong? ❜ ❛ Is it something I said or something I did? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong? I thought that it was okay? ❜ ❛ Are you going to hold that against me forever? ❜ ❛ So, tell me, what else is new? ❜ ❛ You never actually cared, did you? ❜ ❛ You went to a party without me? ❜ ❛ Why wasn’t I invited? ❜ ❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜ ❛ Oh, so you do speak? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’s really worth it in the end? ❜ ❛ How many more times do I have to tell you? ❜ ❛ You didn’t think that it would bother me? ❜ 

#( memes. ) #( I'm banned from the laptop today but gonna sneak on for this........ )

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#( aes. ) #( queue. )

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#insects tw #( queue can do it. ) #( aes. )