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𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘠  ,  𝘈𝘐𝘔  ,  𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙀  .ᐟ

[mindshifts]

𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙁𝙏𝙎 : an independent , low activity , semi-selective mutually exclusive rp blog dedicated to the fandomless oc , alec cross . this muse , along with affiliated NPCs , are original creations crafted with care by elio ◟ 25+ , he / him ◝ or in collaboration with luna .

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[docmsdaysarch]

open to : everyone . don't be weird . mutuals have priority .

“   i'm   only   going   to   ask   one   more   time  .   who   the   fuck   are   you   ?   ”

[mindshifts]

" you really don't remember me ? "

the subtle beginnings of a smirk play at the corners of his lips as alec regards her with a mixture of feigned indifference and genuine curiosity . " i don't know whether to be offended or relieved . " his hand raises in a slow , deliberate gesture to brush off any semblance of a threat . " slow your roll , blondie . i'm not here to hurt you . i'm looking for someone . i happen to know you are too . if you lay down your weapon then maybe we can help each other . "

[taahko]

you know what i love? established apocalypse aesthetics

leaves and flowers and trees growing out of abandoned houses and cars, smashing glass windows, invading and reclaiming the spaces humanity took from them

warning scrawled hastily on the sides of buildings in spraypaint or in blood; don’t come here, it’s not safe. turn away, go back. we died here. you will too.

notes and messages scattered across the world, addressed to people who never saw them or never lived to reply to them. rachel, we’re alive. david, don’t look for us. amy, dad got bit, please come home, we need you. kim, i love you. 

people broken into tiny groups. society shattered. they are past the anger, past denial, past trying to fix any of it. now there is only begrudging acceptance, and the knowledge that nothing is ever going to get better. the only thing they can do is survive.

a skeleton lying at the foot of a tree, flowers blooming in its ribcage. a bloodstained note in its front pocket. ‘sorry, mom’. travelers see it and barely spare a thought; such things are commonplace.

roaming packs of dogs and cats still wearing their collars, centuries of domestication breaking down under the need to live and to keep living

families born of blood and sacrifice. trading stories over campfires about who they used to be, who they might have been, what they could have become if none of this ever happened. looks of understanding when someone loses a sister, a brother, a father. it happened to me, too.

abandoned bedrooms combed over for supplies, but the faded posters still hanging on the walls and the useless knickknacks on the shelves tell the stories of the people who lived there years ago

moss covering television sets, water lapping up into backyards, tree limbs shooting up through collapsed roofs, evidence of humanity being eroded one day at a time

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[mumblesplash]

like it's MY fault my love language is acts of service and all i know how to do is kill

[dirbenaffleck]

[darlingstarlets]

[docmsdaysarch]

i  am  but  a  humble  indie  oc  looking  for  other  indie  ocs  to  write  with  .  show  yourselves  .  let  me  support  you  and  spam  you  with  edits  of  our  muses  pls  and  thank  you  . 🥺💗

[mindshifts]

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