[d0gteeeth]

﹟ㅤ𝐃ㅤ𝟎ㅤ𝐆ㅤ𝐓ㅤ𝐄ㅤ𝐄ㅤ𝐄ㅤ𝐓ㅤ𝐇ㅤ:ㅤJOHNNY BELLAMY an original character. A TALE OF WOE BY CODY. sideblog of @pierrotts. ﹟𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃 ﹟𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 ﹟𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ﹟𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 .

[fellghost]

tommy worried about johnny's position on a near-nightly basis. his little team of guards had strict orders to leave the voice alone, 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 under any circumstances, let him come and go as he pleases. but not everyone who ended up posted on that watch tower was sympathetic to their cause. he'd been planning a conversation about it for a while now -- knew that johnny wasn't going to respond well, but it felt necessary at this point. he'd heard chatter about a strange voice appearing over meridian's comms on nights when he wasn't on duty. it was starting to become dangerous. he needed to say something. a rustle in the bushes pulled him out of his thoughts, and tommy's hand went instinctively to the holster on his thigh, sharp eyes watching the brush. there were a lot of people out there who did not like him, even though he was trying to help the rebels. they wanted him laid out, put down, just to send a 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 to the powerful people who shared his last name. but a familiar figure came crashing into sight, and tommy breathed out, relief settling in his chest. " hi, " he echoed, approaching fast and immediately slipping his arms around johnny's waist, hugging him tight. this friendship was new, but it didn't matter -- they were moths to a flame, each craving physical touch more than anything else in the world. " sorry, " he said quietly, still holding on. " got held up. i wasn't sure you'd still be here. " he finally pulled away, taking only a couple steps back.

[d0gteeeth]

johnny is attempting to brush any leaves out of his hair when tommy's arms looped around his middle. there is a pause in his movements — not one of hesitancy but one of readjustment. he throws his arms over tommy's shoulders, pressing into the other man. those eyes flicker up, staring at a spot past tommy. "go away," he mumbled, pressing his face back against the man's shoulder. "you know i'll always wait for you," johnny says decisively, like it wasn't even a question. "i just wish they'd tell me when you're coming. they're fickle like that, you know." with that, he steps back. hands shift, grabbing onto tommy's shoulders, then slipping up to cup the taller man's cheeks, brows raising, letting his eyes flicker over his face before giving a little flash of a grin. "they're so — what's the word?" he hummed lightly, stepping away and moving past tommy back towards his camp, the lopsided tent and the lamp hanging there just so tommy could find him easily. "they tell me the silliest things." johnny waves a hand before turning to face him again. "they keep babbling about a bird. i don't know why. they just — keep going on and on about a bird. and bringing up the guardian, too." it's as though tommy already knew everything about him already, even in the short time that they've known each other. he knew everything about tommy, so why isn't the other way around, too?

[fellghost]

there was a sharp edge to the wind tonight. clouds drifted heavy and dark as the sun dipped below the horizon, and under the ground, something stirred. tap tap tap went a thumb against the guard's leg, his entire limb shaking rapidly up and down as he peered down the long tunnel that led out. tommy was posted here most nights -- one of the few the city trusted enough to guide the way in and out of their precious underground labyrinth. little did they know, he was the one letting the rats run free on a near-monthly basis at this point. but this time, they were late. tap tap tap went tommy's foot as he waited, and waited, and waited. where the fuck were they? he couldn't wait forever -- rebels were on the other side of the wall; he'd already received the signal from the voice over his radio. 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 . finally, nearly two hours later than they were meant to, the sound of tapping footsteps approached his post. not many today, just a couple of middle-aged men by themselves, and a teen girl who looked scared out of her mind. tommy sympathized -- he'd been scared too, the first time he'd walked down that tunnel. but that was a long, long time ago, and they didn't have any more time to waste. " this way, " he ordered, giving a nod to his fellow guard across the way -- they would keep watch, cover for him if needed. when they finally emerged out into the world above, there was a steady tap tap tap of rain falling onto the ground, painting patterns in the dirt. tommy led them out, handed them over to the rebels, and then turned his eyes on the guard tower that was posted outside the city. it was a long climb, and not one he enjoyed -- he'd never been a big fan of heights -- but this was born out of necessity. hopefully he was still out there... at the top of the post, tommy looked out over the horizon, honey eyes searching for the flickering of an oil lamp through the haze of the rain ... 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 . he sighed in relief when it came into view, a calm settling over his heart as he began his descent and then started up the old motorbike stashed in the scrub nearby. when he finally reached the light, it was well past midnight. he was three hours late. the engine sputtered as he parked next to that familiar motorcycle, glancing around the small camp. " johnny? you here? "

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚁: @d0gteeeth

[d0gteeeth]

he is planted exactly where he is supposed to be — johnny's camp is dangerously close to prime meridian, were none of the other rebels would even risk, but there is a lack of fear in the voice's bones. the absence hadn't always been there, not until he had started working directly as the conduit between the guardian and the gatekeepers. and even more so, once he had gotten closer to a particular guard. johnny waited, almost every night, for the man to abandon his post. he sat at his campsite, the cb radio he had fiddled with until it worked, up to his mouth. there were nights where his voice cracked, riddled with tears, waiting for the man to show up. tonight was one of those nights. he couldn't wait patiently, sit still enough — after saying his goodnight over the radio, johnny wanders, away from camp, pacing, trying to keep himself grounded: [ㅤ𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙰 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙷𝙴'𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴, 𝚆𝙰𝚂𝙽'𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴?ㅤ] his voice cut through his thoughts, and johnny perked up, head swinging around. fingers grabbed at the coveralls that he had tied at his waist, running haphazardly through the brush. wild-eyed, he'd emerged, his chest lifting and rising visibly as he came to a sudden stop, trying to catch his breath. "hi. i thought you'd never come."

[d0gteeeth]

﹟ㅤ𝐃ㅤ𝟎ㅤ𝐆ㅤ𝐓ㅤ𝐄ㅤ𝐄ㅤ𝐄ㅤ𝐓ㅤ𝐇ㅤ:ㅤAN APOCOLYPTIC AU INSPIRED BY: TWENTY ONE PILOTS, MAD MAX, DANGER DAYS: THE TRUE LIVES OF THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS, FALLOUT, & MORE. ASSOCIATED WITH @fellghost & @vulturing. (more information found about prime meridian here.)

THE YOUNG PROPHET. a young boy, abandoned on the steps of a church. the rantings and raving of a caged animal. a smile and an escape. is he a prophet or has he gone mad?