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@hopethrived
# HOPETHRIVED : a private multi muse, ft. post apocalyptic based original characters. written by daz ( she / her, 30 + ). low activity. 18+. other blogs : @tiesforged @bondsforged. affiliated with @hopeforged & @storiesforged .
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sloane had never been good at sitting still. hands fidget as she waits for ryland to return from the kitchen. it was strange — being in his house. it was strange being in any house, when she thought about it. jackson felt like the type of place that couldn’t possibly be real, although maybe she had just been out there too long. she still wasn’t used to it, and there were days she was sure she’d wake up and it all would have been just a dream. she wasn’t sure if she belonged here.
she hears his footsteps, softly approaching, and looks up to see him, a glass of water in each hand. she accepts the glass he offers, although her first instinct is to question why he was being so nice. “ oh. thank you. “ @hopeforged
“ that was a close one. “ @hopeforged
" are we ? " the words tumble free of her mouth before she can stop them. they're followed by a quick sigh and a firm hand pressed to her forehead. she was tired. they both were. " i'm sorry. i know we will. just . . . feels impossible right now. "
“ i know. “ casey reaches his arm to wrap around her back, a hand gently rubbing circles in the space between her shoulder-blades. he couldn’t blame her — this hadn’t been planned. far from it. he knew his words did little to reassure her, especially when he could barely reassure himself. but he knew they would figure it out. they had to.
“ we’ll just have to do the impossible, then. "
“ hey. we’re gonna figure it out, i promise. “ @hopeforged
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no amount of pacing back and forth seemed to warm him. the space was colder than he though it would be. which was stupid of him. the air outside was nearly bad enough to freeze their fingers off. of course the inside spaces that were lacking proper heating and power would feel nearly as bad. the concrete wasn't holding onto any amount of heat from any source and if they tried to start a fire in here, they would most likely die. for half a moment, ryland missed summer. it wasn't his favourite month with how suffocating the heat was these days but at least it was somewhat better. too cold to keep moving, he shifted to plop down next to her; brows creased together in slight worry.
the blanket she was offering him would do very little to help but he wasn't going to be an asshole. they could make it work. they could survive the coldest hours of the night. he shifted closer to her and allowed her to curl it around his shoulder. he slid his arm closest to her to curl it around her middle to pull her in further. they needed body heat as much as the blanket heat.
" thank you. " he kept his voice low; head tipped slightly towards her own. " we just need to make it through the night, yeah ? then we can find somewhere better. "
sloane’s breath catches in her throat for just a moment as ryland’s arm finds its way wrapped around her waist. knowing the touch was completely innocent still didn’t stop heat from rising to her face — luckily it was dark enough that the moonlight wasn’t quite enough to give her away. she clears her throat, fidgeting for a moment to get comfortable. she was still cold, but ryland’s warmth was already helping.
“ maybe next time we can find a place with a couch. “ the hard floor wasn’t exactly ideal, but night had snuck up on them and they didn’t have time to find better options. it was better than nothing, but she couldn’t help but miss her old camper. “ or a bed. "
Is it bad that I feel just a little better I'm not the only one who ruined things?
LEWIS PULLMAN as Cameron Cassmore REMARKABLY BRIGHT CREATURES (2026) — dir. Olivia Newman
" and we will, " she reaches out for his hand and twines their fingers together gently; tugging it up to brush a firm kiss to his knuckles. " but if we keep going now, you'll make mistakes because you're exhausted. we can rest for a few hours and then get right back to it, okay ? he's so smart, rock. he'll figure out somewhere safe to be and he'll wait for us. please. just a few hours. "
she was right. the words repeat in his mind once again, and as anxious as he still was about finding ryland, about running out of time, he could feel his nerves begin to calm just slightly by her touch, by her presence and her voice. he didn’t know how she did it, how she always managed to reassure him regardless of the situation. she calmed the noise in his mind and he was grateful for it.
he sighs again, bringing her hand to his lips and pressing them to her knuckles gently. “ a few hours. “
Richard Harmon in MEMORY OF A KILLER 1.10
SAMARA WEAVING as lisa burton in over your dead body (2026)
he studied their barricade for a moment; weighing the pros and cons of each item. of the room around them. they weren't trapped despite the door being blocked. they had ways to get out. that was good. if a giant horde of the dead appeared and pressed all of their undead body weight on the door ? well, then they might be in a small amount of danger. but the barricade would slow the dead down anyways and they'd be able to get out in that time. it worked. truly, all of it did. he shifted to slide his backpack off of his aching shoulders; setting it down for now to give his body a break.
" yes. for now. and we have a way out if needed. i think we can both rest tonight. "
she lets the strap of her own bag slip down from her shoulder, letting it fall to her feet with a soft thud, muffled by the sound of approaching thunder outside. sloane had never liked storms, but it drowned out every other sound, and they were safe inside, warm and dry. they’d made it inside in barely enough time. she could handle a little thunder.
“ i’m gonna sleep like a rock. “ she mutters, sighing deeply. she eyes the couch pushed up against one of the walls, covered in dust, but albeit in decent enough shape with surprisingly few stains. however, outside of the floor, it’s the only surface to lay on. “ so . . . “
" what didn't you say is the better question. you have a wild imagination. " was she fucking with him ? maybe. she wouldn't tell . . . yet.
silas’ mouth falls open, his brain scrambling for some kind of response, trying to remember what he could have been dreaming about, what he could have said.
“ i- you- “ he’s almost turned red. “ you know what, i don’t want to know. “
he pauses his own movements; hand lifting to nudge his glasses further up his nose. typically, words of care weren't the first to leave his lips. he had known since he was young that getting close to anyone never ended well. relationships of any kind had been difficult. a soft redness crept up along his neck slowly as he forced himself to keep moving a moment later. " i don't have a pen, " he mumbled; taking her words a bit too literally as he often did. " or paper. and we're a little busy trying to stay alive right now. maybe later. "
a hand on her hip, she stands in the doorway, her smirk slowly fading as she tilts her head and watches ryland for a moment. when she first met him, he’d been a bit of a puzzle to her, just like she probably was to him in the start. she didn’t make it easy for him. as more time passed, she discovered they were a lot more alike than she realized… and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
“ alright, well, “ she clears her throat, fighting back a snicker at what was probably not a joke. “ i’m gonna hold you to that. as long as we don’t die. “
give yourself a minute, rocky. you need rest. - @hopeforged
rocky had always been stubborn — adrian knew that better than anyone. she also knew when he was hitting his breaking point, and right now, he was getting pretty damn close. maybe she was right — no. she was always right. he was no good to either of them in this state. he sighs defeatedly.
❛ we’ve gotta find him, ade. he would do the same for us. ❜
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“ you mumble in your sleep. ”
oh god. " what did i say? "
