#profcne

[stiernhawk]

@profcne

    Think happy thoughts. It was easier said than done. Staying positive, to be his usual self - it was hard when a tyrant lead the place. Elliot had avoided eyecontact with Negan ever since he came to the Sanctuary, stayed in the background, done what he was supposed to do. He tended to the gardens mostly. Unfortunately, Dwight had picked him that day to deliver a tray up to Negan’s room, and Elliot immediately felt his heart sink. 

    He stared at the door handle for a good minute. It wasn’t only Negan’s way of leading that bothered him or how he took to murder so easily; it was also his wife and the emotional baggage that radiated from him. It was difficult to close himself off to that. Even more so when a particular wife poked him time and time again. Please, tell him this and that. Please, look after him. Today was no different. 

    A deep breath, and Elliot finally knocked on the door. Quiet like a mouse, he went inside, looked around awkwardly for somewhere to put the tray. “...I- uh, I was supposed to.. leave this,” he mumbled, wished he was somewhere else, and cautiously went to put the tray with things on a table. The only glance Negan got was one at his feet.

[coltdead]

he  didn’t  know  why  he  was  there  ----  he  didn’t  know  if  it  was  for  him  or  because  he  was  growing  old  and  his  empathy  was  weakening  him.   “today’s  carl’s  birthday.”   his  voice  was  quiet,  solemn.  he  takes  a  seat  across  from  the  other  man.   “time  doesn’t  heal  all  wounds.”     @profcne​

[careol-arc]

@profcne​ said:

" lookin good lamb chop . just wonderin , you're an order to go , correct ? " ( negan flirting since i'm not home yet to reply to the thread )

❝ did you just call me lamb chop? ❞  brows knit together as she closes and locks the door behind her.  she’s carrying a plate of food, freshly cooked rabbit from daryl’s hunt and some fresh bread made by one of the ladies in alexandria.  along with some heated vegetables from a can.  ❝ if i’m the lamb, what does that make you?  the lion? ❞

[grieforged]

       safety  was  a  rough-forged  coin,  she  had  come  to  learn.  everyday  when  she  opened  her  eyes,  it  spun  on  it’s  width.  with  every  step,  it’d  wobble  to  and  fro,  deciding  her  fate.  and  she  wasn’t  fool  enough  to  question  it  --  or  challenge  it.  however,  she  was  bold  enough  to  call  certain  things  out.  and  there  were  things  around  her,  in  this  new  place  that  concerned  her.  Theo  told  her  not  to  bother  anyone,  just  rest  and  recharge,  and  at  the  first  sign  of  any  trouble  they’d  get  out.  but  frankly,  she  was  bored  and  wanted  to  explore  their  potential  home  a  bit. 

seeing  the  man  dignified:  LEADER,  she  stills.  lit  by  the  light  of  the  forge  he  looks  almost  more  imposing  than  when  they  had  first  introduced.  and  he  towers  her,  nearly  twice  over.  though  he  does  intimidate,  and  slightly  frighten  her,  she  approaches  after  another  man’s  left  his  side.  brown  eyes  take  in  his  demeanor,  his  facade  --  jacket  gleaming,  baseball  bat  comically  poised  at  his  shoulder.  it  looked  sort  of  silly,  at  least  to  her.  “  excuse  me,  you’re  the  boss  guy,  right  ??  ”  she  attempts  to  straighten  her  back,  trying  to  look  bigger  than  she  is.  “ -- I  was  wondering  if  there  was  someone  that  like  --  takes  requests  for  stuff  ??  ”

@profcne​  ,  sc.  

[careol-arc]

@profcne​ said:

" gonna speak to me or keep poutin ? "

nothing pisses her off more than when he uses that tone.  head whips around, shooting him an icy glare.  he’s got some fucking nerve saying that to her.  ❝ i’m not gonna fucking break.  you don’t need to keep me caged in here like an animal.  you know damn well how that feels.  i can go out there and fight just like the rest of them. ❞  however his apprehension may be warranted.  with how hell bent she is on killing alpha, she’s starting to take some real stupid risks just to get closer to finding her.  ❝ you know damn well the shit i can take.  i know my strengths.  you need me out there. ❞

[we-will-begin-again]

⚠ NSFW AHEAD ⚠

Continuation from this @profcne

Claudia watched him for a moment. European or American, this proved all men where the same, didn't know what pleasure submission could bring until a woman like her talked them into trying its out. She had yet to meet a man who tried and didn't end up liking it.

His words made her chuckle. "Because I always get what I want," she purred matter of factly before dragging her tongue up his shaft, taking her sweet time to get from base to tip and feeling him twitch. "What? You're going to tell me you don't like it? Before you answer, let me warn you, orgasms are a privilege liars don't get."

She was just being mean to him at this point, but watching his expression whenever she threatened to stop was quite satisfying for her. Claudia knew she wasn't getting a verbal answer to her warning of being quiet, but she didn't need it, she enjoyed quiet compliance way more, and as a prize for it she finally, though slowly, took him into her mouth fully.

[savieurarchived]

      [    @profcne​    ]    sent​    ❝    i’ll​    stay​    as​    long​    as​    you​    need​    me​    to​    ❞​    .

❛    it’s    fine    .    ❜    it’s    words    against    actions    ,    &    the    way    her    voice    wavered    over    the    two    syllables    spoke    louder    in    the    moment    .    she    felt    sick    all    once    more    ,    tears    tearing    at    the    brim    of    her    eyes    :    she’s    in    woodstock    again    ,    gun    in    hand    like    she’d    always    wielded    the    firearm    .    &    she’s    putting    two    between    her    parent’s    eyes    .    nightmares    plagued    the    blonde    ,    &    she    hid    it    well    .    most    days    .    so    tired    ,    negan’s    company    slipped    her    mind    .    ❛    think    i    might’ve    had    too    much    to    drink    before    sleeping    ,    is    all    .    ❜

[firstwifc]

" i think you should come live with me " sherry being asked to be a wife 😶😊

              was the offer tempting? abso-fucking-lutely. this proposition would simplify the situation not just for her, but for dwight as well & wasn’t that what they wanted? a means of survival? eyes skirted around the room, catching a glimpse of the luxury she’d be able to surround with. not have to spend her night running from the dead, dirt covering every inch of her. it would be foolish to turn down such an offer. after all, this could make both her & dwight’s time here much more bearable.   ❛  if i were to accept, what’s the outline here? what happens to dwight?  ❜