young neon goddess.

a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains Within the sound of silence

[forestsghost-blog]

terrasilas:

“None of us look like us in these clothes,” Terra grumbled, scratching at the sweater she had taken from one of the motel rooms. “If you’d rather walk around naked, I am sure there are people here that would appreciate that.” There were more important things to worry about than clothes. Terra sighed and nodded towards the dryer. “Give it half an hour.”

She wanted it covered. Her clothes had been mangled to cover it. The black shirt, the leather jacket, her comfortable boots and her red scarf. She missed the scarf the most. Even when giving it to people sometimes, Savannah knew it had a huge meaning. And she couldn’t recognise she had done the same with her blanket as a child, as Dexter would’ve recalled. She just wanted it back. Because that way, her scars, all her opened neck crawling to be covered with skin, wouldn’t be showing. Seeing it felt as it it still hurt. How was it possible that she didn’t bleed out? “I’ll wear them wet. ”

[gwenbaudouin-blog]

Gwen’s unimpressed gaze lifted from the humming image of the dryer, completing its last cycle, towards the vaguely familiar female. They had spoken once prior to this encounter, albeit briefly. “Of all the things to make a fuss about at the end of the world,” she muttered lowly, opening the dryer door at the sound of a loud buzzer. “Which ones are yours?”

[forestsghost-blog]

The girl smiled softly, trying to be nice to the blonde before her. “ Just tell me the red scarf is available. I don’t care about the rest. ” She had covered her scars just as much as she could with her shirt and her own hair but they still showed. Awful scars to hide, the bite marks and the weird form his skin had decided to cover. “ I only need that. ”

[forestsghost-blog]

 “ I don’t look like me in these clothes. Aren’t mine dry already?” Sav whined. She definitely didn't enjoy getting a bath.

[forestsghost-blog]

for all of the light that I shut out | lexie & savannah.

[forestsghost-blog]

What even are heroes to someone who’s wondering if she’s ever been hugged with such gentleness before? Savannah eyed the girl as well, trying to see if the girl before her had been hurt or just scratched. Listening to her voice, the calm breeze that whispered songs from her lungs, the girl couldn’t help but grin. Scared her? Part of her was still thrilled by danger, even if her right foot was still hurting. If there was one thing Savannah had learnt from this one moment, it parted her lips with such conviction it was even cocky:           “ You could never lose me. ” She was like a sandstorm filling all her gaps, all her limps. “ I’m harder to kill than bloater dust, miss Molotov.” Once she had said so, she put an arm around her body and helped herself to walk just as she tried to help her to. “ Let’s find shelter before it’s too dark.” She needed to rest and so did Savannah. They had gained themselves a pause of battles and wars,of the hunger for survival. It surprised her how easily trust had given in when it came to the girl. But it had a reason to. Long black hospital corridors she feared, doe eyes staring at her. It was not as if she had just offered a hand, she had made Savannah stronger in a way only a resting corpse in the abandoned hospital floor had done before. It was easier this time; friendship, caring, trust. She didn’t need revenge this time. Just sleep and a hand to hold hers instead of abandoning her.

[lexierivera-blog]

The jest of the other woman was comforting and well appreciated; no necessity to linger on the unfathomable. If there was one certified truth within a world dancing upon the thin line of misfortune and immorality, it was the sight of Savannah before her; no longer screaming to be mourned and to join the vast names of the deceased. What was real had to be touched, thus Lexie’s emotions had seeped forth and now retreated to their confined spaces and allowed the weight upon her shoulders to alleviate.

Whatever could be thrown at the few remaining survivors would be welcomed; they were stronger in numbers.

Miss Molotov caused plump lips to curl at the edges - a roll of hazel eyes would have soon followed had it not been for the shake of her head and the offering of her support. The pair were disheveled (torn fabric and tattered flesh) and yet Lexie refused to halt for even a moment. “I think we’ve got an idea,” she responded, recalling a map and the plethora of ideas pinpointing one particular location. “Doesn’t seem like much, but it sure as hell beats staying out here.”

Perhaps, as they narrowed the proximity of their disorganised group, the warmth in dark eyes merely amplified how trusting Casey had never been a poor choice to make. In more ways than one, he had helped her on numerous occasions. In return, she was then able to be with her friend once more. Everything had happened for a reason.

[forestsghost-blog]

for all of the light that I shut out | lexie & savannah.

[lexierivera-blog]

Perhaps, when their proximity drew closer and the stench of dark hair (smelling of decay from the fibres of the mutated) lingered within her nostrils, there was no requirement to hear a confirmation depart from the lips of her companion. Despite the prominent bones (the rib cages of their skeletons one of the most defining features from a single survivor to the next), she felt wholesome between her own two arms and no longer a fictional sentiment. Savannah was as real as the very air in her lungs; the importance also equivalent. To imagine the world could exist without her was no longer a possibility.

With a single hand remaining hooked around the forearm of the other, Lexie stepped away to examine the damage of what they had so previously endured. Escaping unscathed was deemed far too unlikely and yet the sight of the opposing figure appeared to come without any significant damage; a breath could be exhaled through foreign relief. Evidently, as dust veiled the damaged fabrics of her clothing, no flesh appeared tattered. She knew of immunity, but even with that it remained to no longer be a significance when you still possessed the capability to be torn in two; every single one of them as feeble as a twig. 

“Next time you wanna play hero—” hazel eyes glanced towards her surroundings in the attempt to rein back a flurry of emotions which hungered to come forth. No matter the demons she faced head on, composure was often her utmost importance and luck never appeared to be in her favour. Instead, as a rarity, it had shown itself when she required it the most. “You… You scared the shit out of me.” A huff of air, short and rushed, slipped through her nostrils as she spoke. May it be the attempt to keep herself steady. “So, how about next time you get yourself out of there first?” There were few people she could lose; few who could truly tear out her beating organ and disperse of it as if she never required it to live in the first place. “These guys wouldn’t have heard the last of it if we’d lost you.”

With honesty as a common characteristic, the female dipped her head briefly to acknowledge one obvious truth: “If I’d lost you.”

[forestsghost-blog]

What even are heroes to someone who’s wondering if she’s ever been hugged with such gentleness before? Savannah eyed the girl as well, trying to see if the girl before her had been hurt or just scratched. Listening to her voice, the calm breeze that whispered songs from her lungs, the girl couldn’t help but grin. Scared her? Part of her was still thrilled by danger, even if her right foot was still hurting. If there was one thing Savannah had learnt from this one moment, it parted her lips with such conviction it was even cocky:           “ You could never lose me. ” She was like a sandstorm filling all her gaps, all her limps. “ I’m harder to kill than bloater dust, miss Molotov.” Once she had said so, she put an arm around her body and helped herself to walk just as she tried to help her to. “ Let’s find shelter before it's too dark.” She needed to rest and so did Savannah. They had gained themselves a pause of battles and wars,of the hunger for survival. It surprised her how easily trust had given in when it came to the girl. But it had a reason to. Long black hospital corridors she feared, doe eyes staring at her. It was not as if she had just offered a hand, she had made Savannah stronger in a way only a resting corpse in the abandoned hospital floor had done before. It was easier this time; friendship, caring, trust. She didn't need revenge this time. Just sleep and a hand to hold hers instead of abandoning her.

[deludiing-arc-deactivated201907]

lowkey wendy darling at all times

[isaackrane]

Character Flaws && Strengths | 001

↳ Bold what applies to your muse!

╳ Flaws

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny

controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | lies

impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry

greedy | lazy | judgemental | forgetful | impulsive

spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky

♔ Strengths

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave

patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky

intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous

merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming

cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm

[cesbeautes-blog]

3LAU - We Came To Bang feat. Luciana (Official Music Video).

[denberryman]

[alienlikeu]

Brandon Flowers - Can’t Deny My Love (x)

[dailygyllenhaals-deactivated202]

Prisoners (2013)

[wandkeepers]

[forestsghost-blog]

for all of the light that I shut out | lexie & savannah.

[lexierivera-blog]

With tragedy coiling around your haven, somewhat like a serpent constricting around the organs of its prey, exhaustion and desperation would always be the two main emotions to conspire together. It never considered the particular person you were, or the mentality you desired to possess, thus treating you as if you were simply a murder of crows banding together in a blur of coal-black; aiming fire with no interest for scavenging out the weak. Everyone, as if birthed from dystopia itself, remained to be on equal footing; the only difference which existed was your capability to survive. What was true, however, was the crutch of adrenaline; keeping stability in existence and, for Lexie, on the very feet which stumbled from one fixed point to the next.

Through curled up fists varnished with crimson and mottled flesh a shade of purple, it was questionable as to what surfaced the desire to fight; the desire in which retrieved logic and enabled her to destroy every fibre of the once-living. How the monster had spat all venom, showering the air with threads of amber and burning at the flesh of those who carried silent prayers. Not only was such a circumstance unfathomable, but the ground shaking underneath their aching limbs was the only thing to allow their conscious state to remain in a reality; luring them into the depth of Hell from where their predators had reigned. Yet, girl with wolf inside of her heart, snapping its jaw and flexing its claws, had still one more reason to keep trying: those she cared for.

No matter how she writhed within his grasp, despair clinging to her sweat-veiled features, the final sighting of her friend had made every inch of her feeble and limp. Casey remained in her hold, for that she was appreciative of, but Savannah (porcelain flesh encompassing a beating organ made of gold) was no longer in her peripheral vision and the loss of her companion was enough to wipe her common smile from her features; leaving her devoid of the emotion she had once expressed in that very canteen - a single hand gifting out a glass of water and desiring the taste of vodka with her newly found friend. Two different worlds, two entirely different women, but two who would trek the earth together with the knowledge that trust was a shared concept between them.

As each footstep dragged across the rubble, grazing the dusted path and pursuing into the abyss, a figure ghosted within the distance and lured her attention to what she could only consider a familiarity. If it hadn’t been for the litre of blood loss and the heavy weight of her own tiresome figure, she was almost certain she would have ran (no, sprinted) towards the sight of hope restoring itself.

With a grunt lacing around her vocal chords, a single palm outstretched and she pushed herself away from the man’s hold; how his unclothed bicep had supported her entirety and refused to let her part in fear that she would dissolve within seconds. “Sav?” The single syllable croaked from her lips in a way which sounded no different than as if she had been parched from water and dehydration would be her downfall. No longer shackled to the confinements of awareness, confusion had creased her brows, forcing her to pause and stumble towards the mirage; a consistent muttering requesting that the impossible deemed itself to be a reality.

You can throw whatever bullshit you have at me, but please let this be her. I can’t lose her too.

[forestsghost-blog]

She had learnt little from feelings so far. Yet she had the feeling she indeed knew a lot from the warmth, trust and companionship. She knew they weren’t close at all to overrated, yet she loathed them for they were, just as those who carried them along, mortal. And there she remained the crow: the one and only ghost, for what is dead can never die. Savannah realized she had now lost not only the blonde princess but that she had intuitively been looking for people around after what it felt like a sacrifice, keeping the bloater away so people could escape. Was it? Was it sacrifice? Or was it only a game to tease death once more? She couldn’t deny she had felt the desire to surrender more than one time and she didn’t have her anger to carry her through anymore. She hadn’t seen Dexter, something that could only mean he was already dead or that the odds would probably never make them meet again. Vengeance was gone, and now she was naked against her own misery, pain made its way out. Such a feble heart was caged in between her repeatedly broken ribs, in this corpse that pursued its way through survival. Just a simple glass of water to clear her dried out mouth, the spores; maybe some more to clean herself. As if Judas himself did confess, Savannah craved for someone to hold the pieces but would have never dared or know how to dare to show or prove it. Maybe, she thought, maybe she never truly wanted to be alone. Although she had been saying so for this long, maybe she never wanted it for real and that was the reason why she followed Piper to Fall City and came back when she left and the same solid reason why her eyes wondered now, trying to find the one sight of grace, hope and strength she could ask for at this point. Nurturing and caring, Lexie had so far been a solid figure for her. Even if they had met so late. Who would be left that she knew? No, Savannah did not sacrifice for a whole community. She knew nothing of it. She had took a chance to save human kind’s hope: the goodness that was left in such lionhearted girl. The thought of all of it together being in vain clouded her already clouded sense of the world. How would she ever learn to live after this? How does a ghost stop themselves from wanting to live again when they’ve been breathed with enough hope? Because that sense of trust had infuriated it, hope through her veins. That she might one day let it all go. With the hopeless void Lexie left behind by her mere one action, Savannah felt as if walking aimlessly would never be enough again. Then one single note. Her feet stopped along with her heart by surprise. Meters away, the figure of a solid soldier moved swiftly trying to get rid of a different cage; while Sav’s heart tried to jump out of theirs. A giggle. It’s me. I’m Savannah. It felt like she was prived from her own voice. Who had been Savannah so far? Could she be Lexie’s now? Instead, she aimed to move forward to the one and only person who seemed to see her, with scattered rain painting freckles on her eyes, trying to avoid the mixed feeling. She felt her right food whining. Her back ached. Her hands felt like they had been dead for so long, deprived from touching anything alive for hours. She had learnt little from feelings so far. Yet she had the feeling she indeed knew a lot from the warmth, trust and companionship.  And she met all of it when she held Lexie’s body against her empowering the closest to a hug she knew how to give. “ Yes, it’s me. ”

[garrett-graham]

You’re not gonna be.

[forestsghost-blog]

for all of the light that I shut out | lexie & savannah.

          “ Keep ‘em coming! ” Savannah grinned. The bloater right in front of her, her whole body feeling as a bag of ants running up and down it. The adrenaline, the thrill. How many times had she been put to face death like this? For a second, a shadow mirrored what once were Xavier’s position as the dark haired girl danced in a fight against the dead.             The alcohol bombs played it cool. It confused the bloater. Lexie and her, after such little time, they had found something on each other. Savannah was unsure to tell what the brunette could have find on such bird bones as hers but would definitely agree with every thought of the brunette being one of the strongests pillars of this community. Community. What did Sav know from communities?

             She was usually a one focus girl but the long day had been enough to distract her. Her ankle cracked. It could have been worse but it caught her off guard and she hit the floor. The rage of the beast found her when she screamed, way more angry than hurt, when she put her foot on the floor again. One hit and Savannah remembered what pain Stephanie used to suffer from. 

             One last bomb hit the bloater.

             Confused, Savannah watched him fall with one last agony scream and felt shivers down her spine. Then, as if he had been the lowest instrument of this Wagner’s theme and it was Russian’s time, the clickers showed up as in Tchaikovsky’s Swan’s Lake; in groups of four. The girl glanced over the furniture, inclined against a wall.              Lexie was behind that barricade, trying to come to her. And the dark haired girl smiled at the sight of her conflicted face. The clickers were quicker and easily sorted it out: the running sounds, people trying to move each other, coming from behind. Even Lexie was loud, trying to make her come back.           “ Shut up and run! ” Savannah threw right at her one and only companion, now. “ Meet me outside! ”  And as if it was poetry, the man who was with her seemed to understand as she fired her last bullets.                                                                  ***

           They came in at 14:12 pm. In less than a half hour or so, the monsters had made another hell out of an utopic heaven. Savannah’s stupid clock said it was 14:56 pm. The sun was shining in its most idyllic way, as if he couldn’t foreshadow the horror that was left behind her. Dexter didn’t show up, so he was most likely dead. Pressumably dead. Savannah was now left alone: not an only answer, not a solid way of survival (since she was left without bullets and had fiven the male her knife). And lord only knew how hard it had been to get away from the damn clickers that isolated her again. Apollo graced her with a solid midday shadow on the flor her hurt ankle scratched as her new adcquired limp screamed to be recognised. Savannah was not one to heal. Her red scarf, made by the only familiar she would admit she ever had, was teared, such as her clothes.              But she kept walking, born back to her endless solitude. 

[mr-casey]

“You see anybody else standin’ round?” Casey gestured around the infirmary. Had been using a stick of chalk to write notes up on the blackboard. There was a crack down the middle of it. “Do you wanna learn, or not?”

[forestsghost-blog]

“ I told you --- ” Savannah lowered her voice. “ there’s no need for you to insist in that. I’m not going to use it. ” The black haired girl stared at him right in the eye, allowing herself to believe that having forgotten how to write correctly wasn’t that bad. She could still read most of everything. In fact, it was just some jumping vocals sometimes. Nothing special.

[forestsghost-blog]

haunting | lexie+savannah.

[lexierivera-blog]

As the other spoke, Lexie cocked her head merely an inch or so to the side; it was an act of understanding, the awareness of how mistrust would now be commonplace whenever the prospect of a new sanctuary became available. “Y’think it’s some kind of trap?” Though her eyes narrowed in an await for a response, the question came more like a statement than a staple of curiosity. Such a thought had crossed her own mind, thus she buried it in the knowing of what fear could cause the others. “Like it’s some kind of bait?” She asked furthermore. “I guess we have no other choice than to wait and find out.” It wasn’t the most ideal response; to await their misfortune if it ever opted to arise. However, the tense atmosphere was further proof that their pessimism would be their downfall. They were weak - an easy target.

The silent sign of appreciation, blessed by the opposing female, caused her own plump lips to stretch outwards at the sentiment as her thought process lingered on the subject matter. “Hell, if I find a bottle of vodka, you’re the first person I’ll come to.” It was only a matter of time until the multitudinous amounts of alcohol merely became an addition to her own belongings. Like celebratory drinks which surpassed only the average of a few hours, hazel eyes had already fallen upon the sight of several survivors cradling liquor like it was their life force.

Although she knew Savannah spoke only sarcasm in this current time, Lexie still refused for another to be consumed by their own demons. “Even the worst of us have a heart, Sav. I’d hardly say you were anything like them.” Whether it be the choices stemming from her past or the burdens weighted upon her shoulders, her newly found companion possessed a heart better than she’d believe; the world just had an awful way of allowing you to recognise it. “But, if that’s the reputation you want to keep hold of, secret’s safe with me.”

[forestsghost-blog]

Trap? It’s something smarter than that. Savannah had known some of the most labyrinthic minds. Xavier’s wasn’t that unusual. Trying to take down a small population hadn’t been one of his highlights at all, though his most viscerals acts weren’t comparable to the ones he had been put through. Thinking back at it now, Savannah still cared about the man she ran away from. And she owed to him that spider sense of feeling all of it was a trap. No one but him ever made her so untrusting. Yet Lexie was right, they barely had another choice let alone one in where a huge group like theirs would stand a chance. The closest she had to a charming smile was the one and only thing she gave to the brunette in front of her as a response. The girl was quiet, used to being alone. Nonetheless, as the girl pointed out, it didn’t make her any less kind. Savannah was tortured by a past she couldn’t exactly remember that well, by the idea of surviving something that she had prefered it killed her, at this point. She felt responsible of all the mutilations of a world she couldn’t remember. Yet she burned in violence when attacked, as if her body had learn that’s the only way it had to survive; to take over her blurry mind. “ And what’s your reputation? ” Savannah found a spot to sit, in front of her. For the first time in a long time, she wanted to keep talking. She wanted to keep that awful voice lowering the way it did when she was talking to her new companion. The one who had found her agonizing like a child in the middle of a corridor and had had no word for it. “ It’s not gossip. I just ---” She shrugged. “ Everyone’s preceded by their reputation, aren’t we all? I bet I am the quiet one. It's helped me to survive, looking like that.” Firsts confessions, blatantly placed on a soft dialogue. No one else knew.