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♛: the pettiest thing my muse has ever done

★: five things most people don't know about my muse

☄: the last five Googles searches my muse made

✉: the last five text messages my muse sent

☢: how would my muse fare in a zombie apocalypse?

☣: how would my muse fare in the hunger games?

☠: how my muse would choose to die, if it were up to them

♂: three names my muse might name their son

♀: three names my muse might name their daughter

♫: my muse's five favorite songs

☤: the last time my muse went to the hospital and why

▽: the first job my muse ever had

☃: what my muse does when it snows

☎: the last person my muse made a phone call to and why

♠: the riskiest thing my muse has ever done

➹: what my muse would do on their 21st birthday if they had all the money in the world

☞: five things my muse is good at

☜: five things my muse sucks at

✄: what my muse would say to the mun if they had the opportunity

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* inscrvio !

The fearful look in the woman’s eyes is convincing, but Noah’s no stranger to the depths of the world & the FALSIFICATION of emotions. He’s more cautious than ever, petrified that returning back was a mistake but desperate to prove to himself that it wasn’t. That validation that never gets fulfilled, not even by the soft words of another. With her arms raised, Noah takes the opportunity; he scans the woman, searching for a weapon of some sort—but there’s nothing more than what she offers him based on appearance. MAYBE she’s just a simple woman, only here to find the same peace that Noah had been granted by the city. In any case, he is not one to stand in the way of this goal. Even with the new & improved version of himself, he still wishes the best for everyone. Noah gives her the benefit of the doubt & slowly, he lowers his weapon, arrow swiftly going back into the sheath & his bow hanging low. His eyes follow her gaze back to the sign; the one that had changed his life for the better. It’s a memory that torments him—the way he used to be so ready to give but never take; his OBSESSIVE need to be well liked by everyone. ❝ Coming home. ❞ He doesn’t realize his use of words until after it’s said. The word came so naturally to him that it scared him. His connections he’s made keep him bound to the city, tied together with the red string of FATE. ❝ Coming back, I mean, ❞ Noah corrects himself, voice quieter than before. He looks down, almost embarrassed of the slip-up. It’s not like she’ll know or understand, but he does, & that’s what mattered. Accepting this as his home brought him to a new level of COMMITMENT that he was not yet prepared for.

FEAR is something that stems from Indiana Stokely’s very roots —– as weak as it sounds? it’s a mixture of dread & worry that binds her together & forms the woman that is somehow still breathing ; how on earth she has survived this long with just some kind words & a PLEASE – a plead, is beyond her ; especially when she finds herself dead center in situations like this ( situations like —- a gun to her head, or a knife to her throat ; a bow? she hasn’t had the pleasure of experiencing, & she’s just grateful he lowers the weapon before it becomes a moment for firsts. ) Her vow to not shed blood or involve violence overpowering human nature’s instinct to survive, she likes to think GOOD LUCK is the only weapon she needs in the place of a sharp blade or sadistic hands. SHE DOESN’T WANT TO BE LIKE THE OTHERS — for once, she doesn’t want to transform herself into the images she sees around her, to transform herself into the reflective glass of a mirror: a mirror image to killers, murders, liars, thieves, S U R V I V O R S. She’s already got enough guilt & personal demons to haunt her for years ; it’s why she’s weak when she can be strong, and she smiles when she’s burning to ash inside — she just wants peace in any form she can get it ( is that too much to ask? ) especially in the form of helping others, in the form of a gratitude in the eyes of those she can actually save. ❝ Well, welcome back home then.❞ she notices ; she notices the recovery, the stumble to correct the word, and she understands ( well, not really, but maybe. ) —- Cheyenne had been home to her since she was born, and after the apocalypse? she didn’t know what home was anymore. A GHOST, perhaps, just a distant memory, something that only her anguish could cling to ; but here she is now & she notices. She doesn’t push it though, the way his eyes flit away at the mistaken word was enough for her not to question his reasoning’s. ❝ I’m Indiana, and I’ll be your welcome wagon for the day. ❞ Ha, attempt at lighthearted humor? failed ; but maybe the weak attempt of a smile for her own awkward recovery might make him less discomforted of his own?

#( c. )#( c. Noah Ashbury. )#astra <333 #i love you !!! and nOAH. i love you boTH SM #also ?? feel free to not continue this if its too ol D im just a slow beetle #— it’s like satan’s cement queue hole!

🎶 + mason

send 🎶 and I’ll create a mini playlist for our muses’ relationship !

↪ i will rearrange the stars. ( @pcramedics )

SMILE, MIKKY EKKO ! —– ❝ smile, the worst is yet to come. we’ll be lucky if we ever see the sun. got nowhere to go, we could be here for a while, but the future is forgiven, so smile.❞

LIGHT, SLEEPING AT LAST ! —– ❝ i will always hold you close, but I will learn to let you go. i promise I’ll do better. i will soften every edge, i’ll hold the world to its best, and I’ll do better. with every heartbeat I have left, i will defend your every breath, and I’ll do better.❞

AFTER THE STORM, MUMFORD & SONS ! —– ❝ and I took you by the hand and we stood tall, and remembered our own land, what we lived for. and there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears. and love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears. get over your hill and see what you find there, with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.❞

BE STILL, THE FRAY ! —– ❝ if you forget the way to go, and lose where you came from, if no one is standing beside you, be still and know i am ❞

MEET ME ON THE BATTLEFIELD, SVRCINA ! —– ❝ we carry on through the storm, tired soldiers in this war ; remember what we’re fighting for. meet me on the battlefield, even on the darkest night, i will be your sword and shield, your camouflage and you will be mine.❞

OLD FRIEND, SEA WOLF ! —– ❝ i know you don’t believe me, when I believe in you. i know it could get much easier if you want it to.❞

BROTHER, NEEDTOBREATH ! —– ❝ brother, let me be your shelter, never leave you all alone, i can be the one you call, when you’re low. brother, let me be your fortress, when the night winds are driving on, be the one to light the way, bring you home.❞

#mclancholias #mason tag.#meme tag.#:')#did you mean: the songs that make me emotional #i hope this is ok tho ! <3 #queue—!

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Send 🎶 and I'll create a mini playlist (3 - 7 songs ) for our muses relationship

#delete later.#pls !!

( @aeglctes )

❝ No way —- ! ❞ she blinks, once, twice ; trying to form some clarity over the illusion ( or, it must obvious be an illusion, shouldn’t it? ) forming in front of her ; how else can she describe the SPECTRE? the phantasm, the familiar that was there and suddenly — just an opaque mirage lost in a memory of condolence & comfort. But —- she’d know that flash of blonde hair, and most particularly, that voice in any place, any time, any universe, she’d know it, because it’s one she’s confided in, the one she’s shared laughter with, and the one that belongs to her BEST FRIEND, and not only that title, but a higher worth — someone who meant more to Indiana than — FLOWERS! ( mark it down in history, this is one for her future autobiography. ) it’s the sound of normalcy – she certainly didn’t think she could forget the goddamn APOCALYPSE, nor her mistakes, with a single packet of oreos & company, but – the living proof is right in front of her, isn’t it? is it still the same? is SHE still the same?

❝ Apollo? ❞ there, if you listen closely you can hear it all — the quiver, the question ( no, the questions ; plural. ) and the silence that screamed with disbelief & perplexity ; she hardly even notices the steps she takes to cross the distance to tumble her over throw her arms over Apollo. ❝ Where have you —– Are you okay? ❞ like she gives her time to answer ; Indiana pulls away just long enough to quadruple check she actually tackled the right person ; before her expressions brightens into a mixture of — joy? No, it’s mostly RELIEF. ❝ — I missed you. ❞

#starter tag.#yoDELING #but listen. . that gif? ? if you ignore 99% of it incLU DING the fact phoebe is the blon DE. it sorta suits ok i'm trusting u to ignore iT #queue—!

inscrvio-blog

Eyes traced over the sign, over & over again. The words WELCOME TO CHEYENNE had been written out in bold letters with a layer of grime covering it, dulling whatever beauty or significance it may have had before. Noah let out a sigh & lowered himself, using his hand to wipe away the dirt that coated the name, hoping to at least give the city he had come to know some sense of integrity. As his hand fell to his side & his back pressed into the car that he had been using for the past week, he felt a sense of guilt pierce his heart. It was sharp & sudden but only lasted for a few seconds. Noah knew that continuing into the city would mean that this feeling would occur more often & for a moment, he contemplated turning around & heading back to Fort Collins. As he continued to think about it, the distant sounds of footsteps became apparent. In one swift movement, he picked up the bow from the top of the hood & grabbed an arrow from the quiver that had been strung around his body & rested between his shoulder blades. He remained silent, not wanting to cause too much attention to himself, just in case whoever was out there had yet to notice him. Inching forward, he scanned the surrounding area slowly.

inblcssm

Indiana? well, she usually doesn’t stray far from her store, let alone this far close to Cheyenne’s border’s ; call it a F E A R, but she barely stands the idea of leaving her childhood home let alone pursing it. If she travels too far in this particular direction she meets GHOSTS she wants to keep buried, a guilt she tries to mark off as grief, and devastation that anchors her down. Travel too far & she’ll end up going in circles, and she’s making no plans of spending the remainder of her apocalyptic days thriving through INSANITY ---- nor does is she making any plans to ever leave the now quaint childhood home of CHEYENNE, WYOMING. It’s a complete stagger she has wandered this far, and quite frankly, she doesn’t even remember how ( probably another of her lackadaisical moments ; feet on solid ground but her mind? lost. ) it’s certainly not a surprise that survival doesn’t suit the one with gentle hands & a soft soul ; the one offering daisy chains & rose petals amongst crimson stained earth and destruction ; but here she is, and when she spins on her heels, a sixth sense picking up on something peculiar, she’s yet again reminded why she should stay behind closed doors, to save herself from becoming the target of an arrow. ❝ Sorry ! ❞ hands are raised slightly, just enough to show she is unarmed ( like always ; weapons mean violence, and violence is something she avoids like the flu. ) ❝ I didn’t mean to scare ---- Hey, ❞ she recognises the edge of town, the sign ; the sign she was greeted with not so long ago after finding her way back & hazel eyes are suddenly curious. She forgets the bow. ❝ You leavin’? ❞

#( c. )#( c. Noah Ashbury. )#i hope this isnt too late to reply to?? dkfjdhgf #queue—!

vrtigos

❝ i wonder if the THEORY that — if you weighed all the earthworms in the united states, they’d be about FIFTY FIVE times heavier than the combined weight of all americans — is still applicable given that roughly most of the population has been turned into walkers… isn’t that weird ?? ❞ his eyes squinted as he looked at the horizon line; sun set in three hours — he needed shelter yet he was too proud to ASK for it. ❝ do you have some bubblegum, you know the moisture content in chewing gum is low so it’s NOT REQUIRED to have an expiration date. maybe we could just survive off of that. ❞

inblcssm

❝ i guess ----- ❞ indiana shrugs, palms shoved into wool cardigan’s pockets as the sun take’s it’s exit past the horizon and the COLD settles into the air & weaves it’s way into lungs ----- was that rain clouds making their appearance too? lips purse at the sight, and at the THEORY. ❝ would deterioration diminish the weight of walkers though? y’know, most of them aren’t exactly complete anymore. ❞ right? she shifts her weight from foot to foot ( eager to get home before shadows engulf her into the night? you betcha ! not even she is game enough to tackle such a risk. ) but the edges of her lips quirk into a smile ; warmth & welcoming. ❝ no, sorry, i don’t --- but good thinking. ❞ she’s more of a grown produce type of person herself, but each to your own ; atleast he had SURVIVALIST THINKING. ❝ they should stick you on rationing, maybe you’ll keep us going for years and years ; but it doesn’t sound too nutritious though, does it? JUST chewing gum --- hey, you got a place to stay? a camp? i can walk you back if ya’ like.❞

#( c. )#( c. Arlo Quill. )#i hope this is okay !#also ur theme?? is so preTTY rip #queue—!

detectivexdead:

“Oh, I will, don’t worry about me. Done this plenty o’times –” He trails off, his voice strained from not only having the sun blaring down on him but from the leftover exhaustion from lugging the ladder over here in the first place, but he pauses in his climb further up the ladder to toss her a friendly smile. “I just like making sure the roof’s still holding up, leaks were inconvenient before all this.” A pause as he hoists himself onto the lower part of the roof at the entrance of the capitol building, “I appreciate the offer though.”

❝ Oh --- ❞ She doesn’t know what exactly she expected as an answer but ----- SIMPLE things like fixing leaks or, say, hanging out the laundry?? seemed completely oblivious now. Before all this she would have been more worried about getting her daily cappuccino from Starbucks before midday, not worrying about LIFE OR DEATH. ❝ Playing handyman, huh? ❞ holding the ladder steady ; eyes begin to scan the expanse around them, an instinctual response, she supposes. THREATS, can come when you least expect them to. ❝ True -- It feels kinda’ weird worrying about those domestic sorts of things instead of just. . surviving -- but you know, I’d probably kill just to hear some noise pollution now. ❞

#( c. )#( c. Nicolas Landrum. )#hiya love!! <3 #sorry this is late omf #queue—!

adamntiiums

Ettie sat in a patch of grass, small flowers around her that had been naturally growing. She picked them delicately, weaving them all together to form a crown once she’d finished. However, half way through, she heard a branch snap behind her. Dropping her work, she grabbed her knife and turned around, sighing once she noticed it was another person. She knew people could be dangerous but she wasn’t in any mood to care right now, going right back to weaving her daisy chain. “You’d look good with this, y’know.” She commented. “Why don’ ya sit with me? I don’t bite.”

inblcssm

In the face of KINDNESS ( either honest or deceptive. ) Indiana can melt into the palms of any survivor ; call her susceptible or STUPID, but ---- Indiana Stokely likes to think there’s still some lingering remnants of humanity left among the ashes of such engulfing flames. Swift to jump, swifter to fall, it’s usually how hope works, but it’s worth the belief, isn’t it? ❝ ---- It’s real pretty. ❞ she smiles, a quirk of her lips as she nods towards the daisy crown within the blonde’s fingertips & there’s a moment of hesitance as hazel hues dart around her surroundings, a pause as she considers the offer ----- Too safe? Not safe? should she be WORRIED at the ease? she lowers, legs folding underneath her frame. ❝ Thank you though. ❞ fingers graze the grass beneath her,picking at stray buds & it’s bliss she finds in her ELEMENT. Funny, isn’t it? how you can still find some serenity even when the world is screaming out in pain. ❝ You do this alot? --- the daisy crowns.❞