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@aerythros
In my dreams I am kissing your mouth and you’re whispering ‘where have you been?’ I say, ‘I’ve been lost but I’m here now. You’re the only person who has ever been able to find me.’
Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)
Soft 👏 female 👏 muses 👏 are 👏 valid. 👏 Female muses who love to wear pretty things and dream about love. Female muses who dance, sing, and enjoy the arts. Female muses who fight in battle and cry over the loss of friends. Female muses who break down from holding life together. Female muses who sometimes crumble under the weight of the world on their shoulders. Female muses don’t have to be hard and fierce and invisible in order to be strong. Soft female muses are not weak.
©Natalie Ina
𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭; gaze drifting in the wilderness expanding in front of her eyes, wind hitting her face, blowing at messy hair. sudden presence at her back doesn't make her flinch; she recognizes the crunch of dried grass under his boots, melts into his embrace. she closes her eyes, only reopening them once she's taken a deep breath. she knows they don't have time, knows their leader won't let them rest too long. “i'm gonna need a new weapon ... i lost mine.”
@znahypr because im ♡♡♡
@zomblight sent “I can help with that. If you need it.” (vasquez :') ) 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ⋄ 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬; a wariness to her that only slowly started to ebb away the more she'd spent time with the group. the loss of her charge a particularly difficult ordeal to get through --- a part of her carrying guilt upon her shoulder for the rest of her life, however long it might or might not end up being. but staying with the group had been beneficial to her, an almost familial bond forming with some of them, especially with him. it had taken quite the adjustment period to her, but eventually his fatherly demeanor had managed to pierce through the armor of distrust, and she'd been pleasantly surprised that he had no ulterior motives to his actions.
it comes as no surprise to her when he decides to offer aid the very moment he notices her struggling; practically fumbling with the fire weapon in her hand, features pulled into a frown. still a slight hesitation to her before she finally nods, looking up at him with something akin to shyness, masked under the veil of her hardened expression. something soft under the sharp edges. “i do, actually. this thing's jammed but i'm sure it's still usable. i just can't figure out how to fix it.”
@whackerz sent “I can help with that. If you need it.” 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ⋄ 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐞 - 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞, many still escape her. and while she can figure out quickly enough how to work technology, the technical aspects of it remains a challenge at times. such is one of them; brows furrowed into a frustrated frown, tugging downward the corner of pursed lips. she's set perched atop the hood of a decrepit car, hidden somewhere deep within the woods. it would almost look peaceful — her charge perched next to her in a similar fashion, sharing more and more mannerism with the birds he is so fond of, if it weren't for red's almost frantic tugging at the radio's antenna, searching for murphy's loathed broadcast in vain. there is a sense of urgency to her fiddling, now knowing the truth hidden behind the broadcasting full of false promises.
defeated huff escapes her, shoulders rolling back as she relaxes, taking in the sight of welcomed company. finding the other had been pure luck, something very much akin to a miracle, and she was glad to be traveling alongside her. — soon enough, their paths would separate, but for now she was more than happy to travel with addy. “please, yeah. i can't get this damned thing to pick up on any signal.” almost bitterly does she slide the radio closer towards her companion, the action punctuated by an urging caw from her younger companion.
@znahypr sent “why’d you leave?” 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ⋄ 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.
𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬; surroundings shift and morph into one another, from the cold floor of dark cell shifting to the bright and sunlit clearing. green haven surrounded by trees. there she stands, illusion made woman; red and dazzling, bathed by a ray of sun — stark contrast to the darker green of an endless, unknown forest. all of it a comforting scenery crafted by addled mind, a much needed retreat from grave situation. overwhelming nature of reality trapping him in delusions, only memories pieced together with dreams and aspirations holding this fantasy world together — to which she was the centerpiece, the entirety of it resting 'pon the illusion's shoulders. but deep down, he had to be aware of this.
allegory for his liberty, there does she wait for him, and he comes to the mirage that is her with obvious relief, however is it laced with a confusion almost palpable in his words. she takes his hands within her own, gaze meeting his from underneath the red scarf wrapped over her head. “i had no choice ... someone found you, 𝟏𝟎𝒌, took you away. but i don't know where you are.” shared knowledge — she, a voice for his deepest thoughts, what he knows she does, and while she can voice for him ideas forming in his mind, she remains limited in the same way that he is. beneath the veneer of false nature, only the cold and sterile reality of a four walls confining him away. her image is the incentive he needs, and so her hands leave his, only to cup each side of his face with urgency, making him look at her. “you need to wake up.”
# NEWMERICAN.
independent selective george from z nation. by brittany.
⋄ znahypr
𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚄𝙻 - always does - but there’s something magnetic to the way red’s skin reflects the moonlight . perhaps it reminds him of the first night they ever spent together , only this time there’s no threat looming on the horizon . she had not smiled at him then the way she does now ; it’s easy to forget the raging apocalypse , in this little bubble of safety and peace they have created around them .
“who are you and what have you done to my girlfriend ?” he doesn’t even bother feigning concern , lopsided grin pulling at the corner of his mouth . the boy shifts closer to her , playfully bumping their shoulders . red had once mocked his name , 10k definitely expects her to laugh at what he’s about to say . however serious about it , he wouldn’t mind if she did .
“okay …” glancing back to the sky , 10k bites the inside of his cheek . “aliens . do you think they’re real ? out there ?” pause . he lets the silence stretch between them , building anticipation . this is going to earn him a shove , but it’s worth the look on her face . 10k can barely hold his snickers as he adds , only to tease her , “watching us right now ?”
𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲; 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫, never would have thought she could one day place her trust in another --- yet as she contemplates his moonlit face, she knows she's made the right choice. months spent by his side passing by with a strange speed only happiness could bring. through their love they'd both healed; the grin 'pon his face a stark contrast to how it all started.
in her blithful laugh, traces of joy and earnestness, her face scrunching up into a grin as she bumps into his shoulder right back. “that was before, ten thousand, you need to let it go. besides, i didn't laugh, i got you with dry humor.” falsely solemn, especially with the grin upon her face, she nods. “i won't laugh at you for a genuine question, is what i meant!” there'd been countless of idioms and references she'd had to explain, some things past lifestyle had left him lacking with, and she had --- with a rare patience only she'd shown him.
yet the next words coming out of his mouth leave her stunned, her face frozen into a grin she tried to supress. “i don't know, maybe, space is too ---” serious answer only cut short by his quip. she laughs then, shoving playfully at him. “i can't believe i was answering you seriously! as if aliens have nothing better to do than stare at us staring at them.” a roll of her eyes, his teasing mood spreading over to her. “now though if we were doing something else...”
⋄ bcthgreene
@aerythros liked this for a starter
❝’m tired of runnin’, why can’t we find a place to stay for a while?❞
𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, the scarf over her head a meager shield from scorching sunlight. “i know, but we're too exposed on this road. anything or anyone could find us here. we need to keep going until we find cover, somewhere safer.”
heard there’s another bomb in altura ... it’s your butt . your butt’s the bomb .
that’s terrible.
𝒊 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖.
Marianne Moore, from “Only Roses,” featured in The Selected Poems of Marianne Moore (x)
⋄ hereisthelie
GEORGE ST. CLAIR / @aerythros
“I’m worried, but I’m not afraid. Democracy always wins.”
𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭; one she shares alongside the other. however is it currently placed in one person in particular, rather than an ideal; and in this case, trust remains within george’s hands. “i'm sure you'll find who's behind all this. we'll help you in any way we can.”
@addcarver sent “we can help each other.” 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ⋄ 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.
𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, kindred spirits found in one another. beneath marred features, a familiar set of traits — albeit badly bruised, it is a face she can only recognize. only then does red’s instinctual wariness ebb away quickly, her grip on her weapon loosening as it lowers, left dangling idly by her side. mistrust soon morphes into concern and cautious curiosity, but whatever, or whoever, managed to hurt the other does not seem to be anywhere near them. — and she would be ready to wager it had not survived the bat - wielding warrior. however was it a risk she would not take, remaining unsure. after all, this world’s made a risk of certainties, that much she knows.
there is a solemn quality to the nod red bestows the other as she answers a simple “of course.” voice low but laced with benevolence. despite tragic ways in which it all ended, there would be no forgetting of what that group of strangers had attempted for her and her own group, and the way they’d parted ways would never change that. “you’re alone. where are the others?” near eager interrogation slipping past her lips, almost despite herself. taking a step forward, she does not yet signal to her charge a lack of danger, considering the girl with a tilt of her head, silky strand of hair finally sliding off her eye. “your face, though … are you okay?”