HEY, ASSHOLE!

Nick & Ellis of Left 4 Dead 2 (taken and shoved into various other zombie / apocalypse media). mun is 25+

[fcknzombies]

𝐅𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐙𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 — an independant, private and selective portrayal of both nick & ellis of l4d2, adapted to fit into other apocalypse-based media. 18+, oc and crossover friendly, est 2025. written by jae (he/they).

blog-wide content warning for mentions of violence, injury, guns & weapons, etc.

#carrd. ~ #inbox memes. ~ #open starters.

also found on @butlerbarrow

[fcknzombies]

hoping to spend some time here at the weekend, get some of my au's written up and dig into my drafts. this week has been wild and I haven't had a second to sit down and write >.>

[100493503004422]

me [coming to terms with a truth about myself]: hm..................................................... unfortunate

[fcknzombies]

so..... ellis racing au when? 👀

[valtsv]

i refuse to apologize for being weird or offputting actually that's your problem i'm having a fantastic time

[sandmandaddy69]

[zombified]

@fcknzombies asked “If you think that I’m scared, you’ve got me wrong.”

Ellis doesn't have to think too hard to know he doesn't have Nick wrong about this. The two of them watching from the safe room window into the streets. Outside it's storming something horrible, the wind howling so loud Ellis can feel it in his bones. He stares for a long minute at Nick's profile. There's so much to be scared of now, and if Ellis was a braver man he would admit it to Nick he was actually terrified. He tried to play it off, tried to focus on finding help and an Evac station, but deep down-- he was worried that this was going to be the rest of their lives, on the run hopping that something finally, finally, worked out for them. He missed his ma, and his friends, it's been a life time between now and when he last saw them. He takes of his hat, his fingers running through his hair as he leans back against the safe house walls. "I dunno. Yew thinkin' it's a bad thing to maybe admit that this is kinda-- I dunno one for the books I would say. If yew admit yer scared, I'll say I am too. I'm startin' to think maybe..." His voice is soft as it trails off. "Yew think this is gonna end?"

[fcknzombies]

he doesn't turn from the window, cold eyes scanning the rain-battered streets with an intense, almost brooding focus. occasionally, the odd shambling infected catches nick's attention, but for the most part the streets lay empty— even the dead seemed to be hiding from the storm. it was eerie, unsettling.

but a lifetime of quick cons and dirty scams have shaped him, with all those years living with a poker face it had become almost second nature to hide behind that carefully constructed mask. so, no, of course the cardshark wasn't going to let on, he wasn't about to let slip how much that fear was eating away at him. if he could convince the others then perhaps he could convince himself... to admit that the rush of adrenaline he had felt at the beginning was now giving way to that gnawing, ugly, anxious feeling in his gut? well, that was almost like giving up, and nick had come too far for that.

he let out a quiet, humourless, chuckle at the mechanic's words.

❝ world's fucked, kid, and I don't think they're gonna be able to un-fuck it. ❞— cynicism and nihilism, the conman's signature combination. ❝ best we can do is try to get as far away from it all as possible... ❞

it was as close as he was going to get to a direct answer from the gambler. finally moving away from the window, those icy-grey eyes flickered over the younger man's face, briefly dancing over the features usually obscured by the brim of his hat. the harshness of his gaze seems to soften ever-so-slightly, even if his jaw tightened and he shifted with an uncomfortable awkwardness.

the vulerability of quiet, almost admission of the southerner's fear tugged at something in the conman's chest and, for a moment, he felt the urge to comfort the other, to try and stoke up that usual confidence and mind-numbing optimism. instead, though, nick simply quirked a brow, murmuring a quiet— ❝ ... are you scared? ❞

[wonderful-rp-resources]

Difficult Questions for Muses

Please remember to use trigger warnings as and when necessary. | Please specify for multimuses which muse the question is for.

Do you think that you’re a good person?

Do others like you? Do you want others to like you?

What do you think others like or admire about you?

How do you know when you’re in love? (romantic or platonic)

Would you or have you ever killed? What would drive you to kill? 

Do you think that killing is ever justified?

Have you ever done anything that you feel to be very morally wrong?

Should all people be treated as equal and have the same rights?

If you committed a crime, would you accept punishment willingly?

Is suicide ever the right choice?

Is euthanasia ever the right choice?

Is it right to have an intimate relationship with somebody you don’t love?

What could make you break your own moral code? 

Have you ever doubted your own beliefs? (Spiritual, philosophical)

Would you always be loyal to your loved ones even if they wronged you?

What would you consider a fate worse than death?

Why do you love the person or people you love? (romantic or platonic)

Do you agree with capital punishment?

Could you ever forgive your worst enemy?

What would you like to achieve before you die?

[fcknzombies]

worked sucked absolute ass today, so I'm gonna hide in my drafts after dinner.

[fcknzombies]

❛ i get that trust doesn't come easily up here. but you can trust me. ❜ ( @ nick or ellis! )

the tension is thick in the air as the conman stares down the stranger, sharp blue eyes cold and unwavering. the others words seem to have the opposite affect, only serving to reinforce nick's suspicion. he adjusts his grip on the handgun, though it remains fixed on the other man.

❝ yeah, that's what they all fucking say. ❞ he snorts with dry amusement, scowling at the other.

fallout sentence starters

@keepfight1n

[yurihotline]

Thinking about the graffiti on the walls in l4d and how it just feels like if Tumblr users were in the apocalypse

[fcknzombies]

'' . . . fancy suit , do you wanna maybe carry me ? my legs hurt . ''

❝ oh boo-hoo, princess. mine fucking hurt too. ❞ the conman snapped irritably. sharp blue eyes fixed her with a hard stare before flickering downard. nick scowled at his feet, gaze fixed on his, once immaculate, dress shoes... they were decidedly worse for wear now, the battered leather scuffed and stained with god knows what, the stitching beginning to fray and fail from the near constant misuse— they weren't made for outrunning hoards of the undead, traipsing through god-damn mud and rain, and swamp water, and fucking sewage..!!

and nick was feeling it, the shoes pinching at his toes with every step, rubbing blisters into his heels, and the lack of proper arch support reflected in the dull pain crawling its way up his legs. the whole thing only served to worsen his already foul mood.

❝ ...wore the wrong fucking shoes for a god-damn zombie apocalypse... ❞ he grumbles, mostly to himself, teeth gritting against the anger bubbling away.

random asks ~ always accepting

@levelhcaded

[fcknzombies]

everytime I try and write up nick's backstory / pre-apocalypse verse it gets flagged on carrd and the whole site shuts me down >.>

[levelhcaded]

rochelle exhaled sharply through her nose , hands settling on her hips as she gave ellis a long , unimpressed look . '' oh , so now you ‘think’ you did somethin’ to your ribs ? '' she echoed , voice laced with exasperation . '' ellis , you can barely stand up straight . you don't need to be a doctor to figure out somethin’ ain’t right . ''

she stepped in closer , sharp gaze scanning over him , taking in the way he was favoring his left side , he way his shoulders hunched ever so slightly with every breath . annoyance softened into concern . she didn't have x-ray vision , but she’d seen enough to know that if he had broken ribs—or worse , something worse—pushing through the pain would only make things ten times worse .

hands hovered in the air for a second before she decided to reach out , her touch gentle as she pressed her palm lightly against his side . '' where's it hurt ? '' she asked , voice quieter now . '' i need to know how bad this is , ellis . 'cause if we don’t handle it now , you’re just gonna slow yourself down more . and i hate to break it to you , but i'm not gonna carry your grown ass if you collapse on me . ''

she gave him a pointed look , but there was warmth behind it . beneath all the sarcasm , she was worried . she wasn’t about to watch one of them drop dead just because they were too stubborn to admit they needed help .

'' come on , el , '' she coaxed , trying to meet his eyes . '' let me help you . ''

[fcknzombies]

his usually bright eyes were cast downwards, nervously avoiding her gaze as she lectured him. the irritation rochelle felt at how he had attempted to hide his injuries made sense to the mechanic, but he still didn't like it. it felt like he was being colded, reminded him of when his ma' caught wind of whatever foolish stunt he pulled with keith and gave him an earful.

before, ellis would have no issue accepting help. but this... this was bad. they couldn't afford to stop for long out in the open like this, they were practically live bait, prime to be ambushed by a hungry infected. he doubted they'd be able to find somewhere for him to rest up and properly heal as well— not from any serious injury. there were limited supplies, and it wasn't safe to stay in one place for very long. accepting help would be like accepting just how fucked he was...

flinching away from her touch, ellis' hand came to protectively shield against his injured side. though, the movement itself was enough to prompt a hiss of pain, features contorting in agony. ❝ hey, quit pokin' at it! ❞ the southerner whined in protest. a moment, a breath to calm down, and he finally met rochelle's worried gaze before slowly relenting.

❝ ... is just... it hurts all down ma' left side... frum 'ere ta 'ere... ❞ he gestures, with a wince, from his pectoral down to just above his hip. ❝ ... 'nd a bit o' ma chest too... 'nd it hurts sumthin' awful when I breath too deep... ❞ comes the murmured response.

[fcknzombies]

hey if anyone wants to actually play some l4d with me sometime hmu. I'm currently going through all the campaigns by my lil lonesome self 🤷

[levelhcaded]

rochelle rolled her eyes , but there was a flicker of amusement on her fac . '' oh yeah ? that five-star resort of yours still got room service , or they all turned into zombies too ? '' she quipped , stepping over a broken street sign as she kept moving forward . her grip on her submachine gun was firm , finger resting near—but not on—the trigger . right now , she’d kill for some normalcy .

she didn’t need nick to tell her it was a bad idea to linger . the eerie stillness in the air ? it wasn't right . it was like the whole damn world was holding its breath .

her gaze flickered over to him for a second , and despite the usual sarcasm in his voice , she could see it—the tension in his shoulders , the way his fingers twitched slightly against the grip of his pistol .

'' yeah , well , '' she said , voice quieter now , matching his tone . '' let's keep moving then . last thing i need is a infected sneakin’ up on us while you're daydreamin’ about margaritas . ''

[fcknzombies]

❝ pfft. what sort of top resort doesn't offer room service? ❞ the gambler scoffs, a lighthearted tone to match her amusement. as irritable as nick was, the playful banter was actually welcome this time. it took the edge off of the unsettling atmosphere, distracting him from the thick tension that thrummed in the air. though, his body remained alert, fingers itching for the trigger on his pistol.

god he needed a drink, and a smoke. hell, maybe even something stronger.

at the mention of alcohol, the conman let his head roll back slightly with a soft groan that could only be described as longing. ❝ oh, margaritas...! ❞ he hummed, blue eyes flickering closed briefly as he imagined the cocktail— ice cold and refreshing in the blistering georgian heat. ❝ god, I'd kill for a marg... or a martini, dirty as hell. ❞

blinking back into the present, squinting at the relentless brightness of the sun, nick let out a heavy sigh. still, though, he quickened his pace, gaze darting back every now and then to keep watch on their six.

❝ I hope the next safehouse has a fully stocked minibar. ❞ he grumbles.

[keithvsthezombies]

Shit. Keith hadn't thought about that...

"Oh, yeah, right... Ya think we could, i don't know, explode some of them horde with these fireworks?"

Keith then had another brilliant idea. He took off the backpack he was wearing and dug through it, pulling out some glowsticks he'd found from who knows where.

"I'm going to cover myself in whatever the hell these got in 'em that make 'em glow, then I'll glow! I'll be the shining light in the dark!"

He smiled, Keith always had backup plans. Most of them were stupid. Actually, nearly all of them were stupid.

[fcknzombies]

woah, exploding the bastards would make one helluva show, ellis could certainly agree to that. hell, it might even do some good, if they could take out a large chunk of the zombie population with these fireworks then it would make this whole apocalypse thing a lot easier, surely?

❝ aw, hell, yeah, we could blow the bastards up 'nd— ❞ cutting himself off, ellis watched curiously as his friend rummaged through his bag.

❝ dude, I think I preferred tha' firework plan. ❞