` broken bird ﹗ / tw. *

heavy triggers. fandomless, ind. original character.

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hey guys! so i’m setting up a graphics blog where i’m planning on doing commissions and i just thought i’d post my samples to see what everyone thought of them. do ya think anyone would buy my theme backgrounds for $4 each?

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Me, stoned: alright, time for drafts!

Also me, stoned: ohohoh That 70s Show is on!!

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               after  stephanie  came  to,  her  hazel  eyes  fluttered  open  to  blurriness  and  a  massive  headache.   she  moans  a  bit,  her  voice  groggy  and  low  as  her  body  stirs  /  hand  coming  up  to  touch  her  throbbing  head.   ‘ what--- ‘    her  voice  trailed  off  as  her  vision  began  to  clear  up,  and  as  soon  as  she  realized  she  was  in  the  back  of  a  car,  panic  settled  into  her.   eyes  went  wide,  and  she  nearly  jumped  out  of  her  skin  when  the  man  came  back  to  the  car  and  opened  the  door.   she  recognized  him,  and  that’s  when  it  all  came  flooding  back.   she  had  ESCAPED  negan  and  his  massive  group  of  followers  --  or  had  she?    she  couldn’t  remember  if  this  man  was  a  threat  or  if  he  was  trying  to  help  her.   ‘ a-- a  safe  place?  you’re  not  with  th-  the  saviors then? ‘   her  voice  was  trembling,  as  well  as  her  body  and  she  eyed  the  water  bottle  in  his  hand.                her  mouth  was  dry  with  dehydration  and  her  throat  was  sore.   she  wanted  nothing  more  than  to  snatch  the  water  from  his  hand  and  guzzle  down  the  entire  bottle.    but  she  wasn’t  sure  if  she  actually  was  safe  just  yet,  and  she  didn’t  want  to  take  any  CHANCES.    swallowing  back  the  lump  in  her  throat  was  a  difficult  task,  given  her  dry  her  mouth  was,   ‘ where  did  you  bring  me? ‘

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               at  the  mention  of  an  atari  gaming  system,  her  brows perked  in  interest.    before  the  world  as  they  knew  it  ended,  stephanie  was  rather  fond  of  the  nights  she  could  smoke  a  joint  that  she  rolled  all  for  herself  after  work  and  relax  in  front  of  a  large  television  screen  with  a  remote  controller  nestled  within  her  hands.    ‘ seriously?   i  had  no  idea  they  were  hiding  that  here, ‘   she  said,  tempted  to  open  the  bag  and  look  for herself,  but  she  trusted  eugene’s  word  for  it.   plus,  she  didn’t  wanna  fumble  and  break  the  pickle  jars  inside,  ruining  the  classic  gaming  system.    she  hadn’t  played  an  atari  since  --  shit,  it’s  been  well  over  fifteen  years.   she  couldn’t  wait  to  play  it!   maybe  feel  normal  for  once  in  a  long  time.                once  they  were  inside  the  truck  and  on  the  road,  she  kept  her  legs  together.   this  stupid  dress  was  short,  and  she  didn’t  want  to  make  either  one  of  them  feel  uncomfortable,   ‘ you  don’t  think  any  of  the  ladies  in  your  group  would  mind  if  i  stole  some  clothes,  do  you?   i  feel  like  a  goddamn  HOOKER  in  this  dress....   he  never  let  us  where  anything  else... ‘   her  voice  held  disdain  for  the  man  whom  she  was  coerced  into  calling  her  husband.   negan  disgusted  her,  and  the  more  she  thought  about  it,  the  more  she  was  glad  eugene  and  his  group  came  to  save  the  day.    she  never  realized  how  much  she  missed  the  simple  days  of  just  killing  walkers  and  scouring  for  food  to  survive,  as  fucked  up  as  it  sounded.                the  truck  came  to  a  sudden  halt  /  hazel  orbs  shot  a  puzzled  glance  at  eugene  before  they  followed  what  had  captured  his  attention  in  the  first  place,  ‘ what  is  it? ‘   she  asked  before  realizing  what  in  fact  he  was  so  focused  on,  as  if  it  were  a  bottle  of  water  in  the  middle  of  the  desert.    with  his  next  words  about  being  an  IDIOT,  stephanie  felt  her  eyes  widen  as  she  came  to  the  realization  of  what  it  was  he  was  about  to  do.    ‘ you  can’t  be  serious --- ‘   she  trailed  off,  noticing  that  he  was  in  fact  VERY  serious,    ‘ okay,  maybe  you  can  be.   the  preservation  of  technology?  really?   how  do  you  even  except  to  play  them,  smart  guy,  is  there  even  electricity  where  we’re  going? ‘                she  got  her  answer  as  he  hopped  out  of  the  truck,  and  she  knew  for  a  fact  that  eugene  wasn’t  going  to  change  his  mind.    but  considering  she  had  no  idea  where  she  was  going  after  this  and  the  fact  that  she  actually  liked  eugene,  she  didn’t  want  him  going  in  there  alone  without  backup  /  plus  if  there  was  electricity  back  at  this  alexandria,  stephanie  was  down  to  grab all  the  video  games  they  could  get  their  hands  on.    ‘ WAIT--- ‘   she  called  out  to  the  man,  getting  out  of  the  truck,  her  bare  feet  slapping  against  warm  asphalt,    ‘ you’re  gonna  need  a  bag  and  i’m  gonna  need  a  gun, ‘   she  smirked,   ‘ also.. you  got  an  extra  pair  of  shoes  in  this  thing  or  am  i  gonna  have  to  do  this  in  heels? ‘    she  still  had  the  heels  that  negan  made  her  wear  on  the  floorboard  of  the  truck,  and  she  was  a  decent  shot  with  a  gun.   it’s  been  a  while  since  she  got  her  hands  on  one,  but  used  to,  she  could  take  down  a  walker  with  a  pistol  from  over  40  yards  away.

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"black swan" starter prompts

[fortheaskbox]

“Sweet girl.”

“Did you suck his cock?”

“The only person standing in your way is you.”

“I just want to be perfect.”

“I felt it.”

“What did you do?”

“You put something in my drink.”

“You just took off in the morning.”

“You fantasized about me!”

“Did you have some sort of wet dream about me?”

“You slept over.”

“You could be brilliant… but you’re a coward.”

“Stop being so fucking weak!”

“Perfection is not about control.”

“I never see you lose yourself. Ever!”

“I’m so sorry to hear you’re leaving.”

“What did you do to change his mind?”

“You fucking whore!”

“What happened to my sweet girl?”

“He picked me!”

“We all know the story.”

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

“My show is tonight.”

“You’re staying in here until you feel better.”

“Your role is destroying you.”

“We dance in the same company.”

“That was me seducing you.”

“It needs to be the other way around.”

“I don’t want there to be any boundaries between us.”

“You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“So, you’ve got a boyfriend?”

“Honestly, would you fuck that girl?”

“You’re in a good mood.”

“It’s my turn!”

“No, please! You’re not well!”

“Let go of me!”

“You can’t handle this!”

“You were amazing.”

“Holy shit, you blew me away!”

“I know that things got all messed up between us.”

“She walked into the street and got hit by a car. And you know what? I’m almost sure she did it on purpose.”

“I got a little homework assignment for you.”

“Go home and touch yourself.”

“Live a little.”

“This is your moment.”

“I don’t think we’ve ever officially met.”

“I would be losing my mind.”

“Are you freaking out?”

“You must be so excited.”

“Get out my room!”

“Must’ve been pretty humiliating.”

“Rough start, huh?”

“I’m not sure you’re up to it.”

“My little princess.”

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“What else have you been doing?”

“Oh, you wanna know their names?”

“I fucked them both.”

“You’ve been drinking.”

“Has he tried anything with you?”

“He has a reputation.”

“I just don’t want you to make the same mistake I did.”

“I hope he’s not taking advantage.”

“I have a right to be concerned.”

“It’s just in case.”

“No, please believe me!”

“She’s trying to replace me!”

“Nobody’s after you.”

“I’m not perfect. I’m nothing.”

“You make the most of it!”

“Have you announced it?”

“I really don’t want to talk about that.”

“I can’t believe he calls her that. It’s so gross.”

“I think it’s sweet.”

“Go ahead, jump!”

“You’ll be fine.”

“Sex. Do you enjoy it?”

“Everything will be better in the morning. It always is.”

“We sucked.”

“Wish I could’ve been there.”

“Sounds like quite an evening.”

“Give me a second.”

“I came to apologize.”

“I have my ways.”

“How do you know where I live?”

“What about drinks?”

“Sweetie, you need to rest.”

“How about I take you out to dinner?”

“Look, I just feel really shitty about what I did and I just really want to make it up to you.”

“It’s called privacy.”

“I’m not twelve anymore!”

“What are you going to do? Run home to mommy?”

“It’s a fucking disaster.”

“What’s she doing here?”

“Perfect. I was perfect.”

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Send "please don't leave me" for my muses reaction.

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          aesthetics  /  stephanie  b.  graves  /  001.

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               stephanie  was  shaken  with  fear  /  unable  to  decide whether  or not  saving  this  girl  was  a  smart  idea,  or  a  stupid  one.   could  she  be  trusted?   and  even  if  she  could  be,  did  she  really  want  to  involve  some  seemingly  innocent  person  in  the  PUNISHMENT  she  was  bound  to  suffer  at  the  hands  of  negan  once  if  he  found  her?   however,  she  didn’t  want  to  be  alone.  somehow,  being  alone  would  make  everything  she  was  feeling  worse.    her  anxiety  was  through  the  roof  and  suddenly  she  thought  maybe  it  was  a  bad  idea  to  try  and  escape  after  all.                ‘ i’m  okay.. ‘                lies.   she  lied  through  heavy  pants  from  all  the  recent  running  and  the  fact  that  every  emotion  she  was  feeling  was  a  bit  overwhelming  /  it  was  difficult  to  catch  her  breath,   ‘  no  --  no,  i’m  not  --  i’m  not  okay.   i  have  to  HIDE.   he’s  gonna  find  me  and  i  don’t  wanna  go  back  there. ‘   she  knew  she  wasn’t  making  any  sense,  she  was  just  scared.   it  had  been  years  since  she’s  been  out  of  that  sanctuary,  she  was  both  afraid  of  being  out  in  the  world  with  all  of  the  dead,  but  being  inside  those  walls  was just  as  frightening.

[africansouljah]

i’m smart but i do dumb shit anyway

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` answered ﹗ / tara chambler. *

✂ - for my muse to rescue yours from danger

              bare  feet  were  dirty,  bruised,  and  bloody  /  she  ditched  her  HIGH  HEELS  long  ago.   tight,  black  fabric  hugged  her  curves  /  the  dress  code of  negan’s  wives.   she  had  been  one  of  them,  until  finally  taking  her  opportunity  to  escape.   the  saviors  probably  noticed she  was  gone  now,  they  were  more  than  likely  out  scouring  the  woods  in  search  of  her.   she  ran  as  fast  as  she  could,  with  nothing  but  a  hunting  knife  to  protect  herself  with.   her  lungs  were  on  fire  /  muscles  aching  from  all  the  running.    she  came  to  a  hard  stop,  practically  throwing  her  tired  body  at  the  nearest  tree  to  catch  her  breath.    sweat  dripped  from  her  chin  /  breathing  hitched  and  erratic.                 frantically  watching  her  surroundings,  she  allowed  herself  a  few  minutes  to  calm  down  both  her  breathing  and  her  paranoia.   the  sound  of  a  panic  nearby  always  caused  stephanie  to  jump  out  of  her  skin  /  heart  pounding  even  harder  from  being  startled.   holding  the  blade  defensively,  she  walked  a  bit  further,  following  the  noise.   hazel  orbs  located  a  person  on  the  ground,  struggling  to  fight  off  one  of  the  dead.   negan  kept  stephanie,  as  well  as  the  other  wives,  well  protected  from  the  dead  –  but  what  was  she  supposed  to  do?   just  HOPE  that  this  girl  could  handle  herself  and  watch  her  die  if  she  couldn’t?               making  sure  there  weren’t  others  around,  she  took  in  a  deep  breath  and  mentally  encouraged  herself  before  finally  lunging  forward  to  strike  the  corpse  in  the  back  of  the  skull.   her  blade  went  in  easier  than  she  expected  it  to  –  but  taking  it  out  used  a  bit  more  strength  than  she  had  right  now.   the  corpse’s  dead  weight  slumped  on  top  of  the  woman  beneath  it,  taking  the  blade  with  it  as  it protruded  out  of  the  back of  its  skull,   ‘ are  you  okay? ‘   stephanie  asked,  still struggling  to  catch  her  breath.

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

Send a symbol for the following:

™ - for my muse to become jealous of the attention your muse is giving someone else ✔ - for my muse to respond to praise from yours ✗ - for my muse to respond to being scolded or punished by yours ♠ - for my muse to forcibly restrain yours ♢ - for my muse to introduce yours to a family member ♖ - for my muse to submit to or obey your muse’s orders Ұ - for my muse to comfort yours after witnessing an emotional meltdown ✺ - for my muse to help yours get through a frightening situation ✤ - for my muse to wake yours from a nightmare ✞ - for my muse to talk about somebody’s death ✉ - for my muse to write a letter/send an email to yours ✂ - for my muse to rescue yours from danger ¿ - for my muse to ask yours a personal or uncomfortable question ♥ - for my muse to express physical affection to yours ღ - for my muse to express verbal affection for yours ♬ - for my muse to hum or sing to calm yours down

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               humor  was  her  way  of  hiding  the  fact  that  she  was  nervous,  DEFLECTING.    she  had  no  idea  what  kind  of  protocols  SHIELD  had for  this  sort  of  thing  and  it  was  a  little  intimidating  not  knowing  what  was  about  to  happen  to  her.   but  she  did  know  that  she  wanted  to  hold  off  on  answering  this  dude’s  questions  for  as  long  as  possible,  just  to  buy herself  more  time  and  come  up  with  some  sort  of  PLAN.   a  more  prominent  smirk  spread  across  plump  lips  and  she  got  closer  to  the  glass,   ‘ i’m  sure  you  know  plenty  of  OLD  sayings,  don’t  you? ‘   she  giggled  faintly  at  her  own  crack about  his  age.   hazel  eyes  rolls  within  her  skull  as  he  continued  with  the  usual  ‘ you  help  me  /  i  help  you ‘  crap  that  most  feds  feed  to  people  they  are  questioning.   she’s  watched  her  fair  share  of  law  &  order,  but  then  again,  detective  benson  and  stabler  probably  weren’t  gonna  be  as  intimidating  as  the  people  within SHIELD.                ‘  cooperation’s  never  really  been  my  thing,  but  who  knows??  for  you  --  i  might  just  TRY, ‘   she said  dryly,  no  sincerity  in  her  tone  of  voice  at  all.  she  cocked  her  head  to  the  side  with  his  question,  before  taking  a  moment  to  take  a  seat  inside  of  her  containment.  this  was  CLEARLY  going  to  be  a  while,  ‘ inhuman?  is  that  what  we’re  being  called?   that’s  good  to  know --  there’s  been  a  slight  enhancement  on  my  identity  crisis  now, ‘   she  said  sarcastically,  avoiding  the  question,  ‘ i  don’t  know,  sir,  how  long  have  you  been  a  human? ‘  she  asked  coyly,  leaning  back  against  the  seat  and  gently  rolling  her  eyes  yet  again,  ‘ long  enough  to  know  how  to  USE  my  powers,  so  lucky  for  you,  i’m  trapped  inside  this  box.   what’s  this  thing  made  out  of  anyways,  it’s  fucking  brilliant.   i  bet’cha  fire  couldn’t  burn  this  puppy  down. ‘   

[chavvesty]

“i don’t care,” i say, caringly, as i care deeply

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starter for @douuleur 

The day had finally come, one that Eugene hadn’t been sure ever would. He had set out to bide his time and act when everything was right, whenever that might have been, and so he did, gradually peeling away at the facade Negan had constructed over the years through a false sense of loyalty. It was through these tactics that Rick and the other factions were able to gain the upper hand and finally get the best of the demon that had plagued them. Negan was imprisoned, a captive of Alexandria, and the Saviors were free to live under something besides a tyrant’s rule. Whether or not they’d choose a more democratic system under Dwight was yet to be seen…and Eugene had no intention of sticking around to find out. His job was done.

True, there had been a tenuous sense of security in the Sanctuary that would be difficult to leave behind. One threat was now gone from Alexandria, but who knew what kind of force would pop up in its wake? He couldn’t think of that now. Ruminating on hypotheticals in the very uncertain future only stressed him out more. He had to keep moving. He had to keep living because so many didn’t get to.

His mind was brought back to a specific member of the Saviors, one who had confided in him about her unhappiness leading to a genuine desire for suicide (one that, so far as he could discern, was not said with the intent of tricking him into poisoning someone else). As she had been part of the harem, he considered that maybe with Negan gone that sense of hopelessness would be taken from her. Then again, if things went belly up under the new order…

He ultimately decided it was only right to approach her about accompanying him back. Alexandria wasn’t perfect, but it was less likely to cause feelings of imprisonment and desperation. Even if she declined, it would sit better with his conscience to know he had made an attempt.

“I’m just about set to leave,” he said as soon as he saw her, without much in the way of a greeting. “Alexandria has had its own share of troubles, make no mistake about that, but it’s a strong community always looking for more honest, hardworking people. Negan’s gone, the Sanctuary is set to make a change, but if you happened to have a hankering for a change of scenery consider this my formal invitation to accompany me back. Could use another pair of eyes watching my back on the road, anyhow.”

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               it  was  finally  over.   she  would  always  be  haunted by  the  memories  of  what  living  as  a  wife  of  negan  used  to  be,  and  it  was  just  another  thing  to  add  to  her  reasons  for  being  completely  screwed  up  in  the  head,  and  she  knew  that  if  she  ever  stumble  upon  a  bottle  of  liquor  she  would  fall  off  of  her  sobriety  wagon  and drink  until  the  pain  was  numbed  --  but  at  least  she  could  sleep  in  peace  at  night  without  worrying  that  negan  might  choose  her  out  off  all  his  wives  for  a  night  in  his  bed.  the  walls  of  this  sanctuary  would  forever  remind  her  of  what  took  place  here,  the  abuse  that  was  suffered  through  and  the  tears  that  have  stained  her  cheeks  over  time.   for  so  long  she  wondered  if  being  DEAD  might  be  better  than  living  this  life.                 it  was  eugene  who  offered  some  light  in  the  darkness  when  she  was  experiencing  those  dark  thoughts  of  ending  it  all,  turning  into  one  of  those  monsters  and if  there  was  any  luck  in  the  world,  her  corpse  would  find  itself  to  negan  and  rip  off  his  smug  fucking  face.    stephanie  didn’t  have  to  live  like  that  anymore,  however,  there  was  still  a  whole  apocalyptic  wasteland  out  there  she  would  still have  to  face.  but  at  least  she  didn’t  have  to  feel  degraded  and  ALONE.                so  when  eugene  offered  to  bring  her  along  with  him  back  to  alexandria,  she  didn’t  have  to  think  about  her  answer  for  very  long.    she  didn’t  want  to  be  stuck  here,  looking  at  these  same  walls  and  being  taunted  by  the  images  of  what  occurred  here.   a  gentle  smile  barely  touched  dry  lips,  however  small  it  was,  it  was  still  the  most  genuine  smile  she  had  grace  her  features  in  quite  some  time.   and  a  man  as  sweet  as  eugene  deserved  to  be  the  first  person  who  saw  that  smile.                ‘ eugene,  after  everything  that  happened  here....  i’d  follow  you  anywhere. ‘                she  put  her  TRUST  in  him,  and  stephanie’s  trust  was  a  hard  thing  to  acquire.   agreeing  to  come  with  him,  she  took one  of  the  bags  he  had  planned  on  carrying  back  and  decided  that if  she  was  tagging  along,  she’d  help  him  carry  some  of  his  weight,   ‘ lead  the  way,  smartypants. ‘   it  was  a  fitting  nickname,  given  his  knowledge  outweighed  most  she  had  ever  met.