BROKEN / GIRL.

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FIVE SIMILARITIES BETWEEN MUSE & MUN.

01. we both dislike anything sweet, especially desserts. not good ! 02. i too, am allergic to expressing my emotions to ppl :/ neither of us are very open with how we feel but that’s ok because we can also be freakishly calm in stressful situations where we’re dying on the inside :^) 03. neither of us have tattoos ! because we both hate the idea of that commitment lmao. 04. chubby cheeks !! and we both have hazel eyes ! 05. we’re both horror movie junkies.

FIVE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN MUSE & MUN.

01. briar went to med school and i wont be. ( although i am in veterinary school so, , hello i’m hershel greene’s replacement. ) another difference ! briar is surprisingly more a people person than an animal person. 02. briar was EXTREMELY close to her dad and not her mom & when her parents separated she moved in with her dad, while i’m the opposite. she also had a younger sister and i don’t ! 03. briar has italian heritage and i have french !  she also is more in touch with her family's background than i am with mine. 04. briar was a braniac in highschool & her favourite subjects were math and science, especially biology :/ i’m a Dumb and failed those classes. i was also more of a geology gal. 05. i love HUGS

[asspostate]

miss me with that ‘weapon accuracy’ shit. im shooting everything. im laying down cover fire. im shooting the walls. im shooting my teammates. im shooting myself. my accuracy is 100% yall just dont know what im aiming at

[proustitute]

I wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country; I wanted my life to close, and open like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song      where it falls down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery;      I wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know whoever I was, I was alive for a little while.

Mary Oliver, from “Dogfish” in Dream Work (via i-was-born-backwards)

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× — DEVRIM S.

devrim stood, lifting the puppy upward and letting her small body rest on his arms. growls softened as he held her, and his eyes locked on hers, offering a small look of comfort. you’re heavier than you look, he said to her, though not out loud. attempts at communication were much less embarrassing when he and the dog were alone, but now that there was a bystander in the mix, it was impossible to not feel judged. it dawned on him then, how SILLY the scene would look to a stranger — he’d been talking to a dog. and he’d said more words to this dog than he ever had to most human beings. the dog didn’t even speak english. it was a dog.

he turned back to the woman.  ❝ leg’s broken. ❞   foot got caught between rubble, he should have said, though the explanation never left his lips. only animals received the small privilege of hearing his voice; people made him too ANTSY. besides, the way she looked — the dignified way in which she was carrying herself, guarded expression mirroring his own — intimidated him. devrim bit back the urge to swallow in nervousnes. mistrust still betrayed itself in raised shoulders, in the hesitance of his voice, but something about holding such a small creature did a little to soften his resolve.    ❝   do you — do you wanna pet her?   ❞

        the male seemed. . .quieter than those she had come across ( not that she appreciated assholes or chatterboxes ---- in fact, briar was more of a recluse that others would originally think upon looking at the rather rambunctious woman. ) but maybe that’s timidness, or maybe it’s simply WARINESS she sees. which doesn’t surprise her, briar wouldn’t trust most of the people who SURVIVED within cheyenne’s border -- hell, you’re talking to the woman who wouldn’t even hand over complete trust to FRIENDS. so why would others?  ❝ hm. ❞  a sound of acknowledgement, a little of sympathy, as eyes trail across the canine’s legs searching for the damaged limb with CONCERN. it’s no world for broken bones & open wounds, not even for dogs. ( yes briar can feel pity ! )

      ❝ oh no, i’m good. ❞  she replies, arms tucking behind her back ; adding to her denial of the offer. she doesn’t know this man -- and while he doesn’t APPEAR to be some random raider or a survivor that would behead her at the first chance he got ; briar still treads with caution like ground beneath her was FRAGILE ICE & the people around her could shatter her flooring and push her under.  ❝ if you find some durable sticks and something soft like a blanket or --- or a jacket or something, and some duct tape, you can make a pretty decent splint ---- atleast until you get to a healer who can fix her up properly. ❞  if it was even worth it, briar didn’t know where this guy was from -- if he even had a camp that contained healers, and BESIDES briar didn’t know much about the care of animals ( if it wasn’t already obvious. ) that was a gwen thing.  ❝ there’s even a few vet clinics around. ❞  she suggests, though she doesn’t mention the fact she assumes they’re all been CLEARED of any med supplies worth taking. no use in planting doubt. ❝ is it an open or closed fracture? ❞  she steps forward, crossing the debris with carefully placed steps & approaching the duo with vigilance ; ready to examine the break closely ( and by closely she means a safe foot or so away. for precautions. ) but no -- instead? a hand comes out in hesitance, fingers rubbing between the pups ears. briar clears her throat, focusing her attention on the animal ( because OH how the mighty have fallen ! )  ❝  what’s her name? ❞

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what would you say to your father if he was still alive

         ❝ I don’t — i don’t know. ❞  there’s a sinking feeling – something that’s pulling at her insides & making the instinct to flee rise to the surface. she doesn’t like talking about her family, she doesn’t like this SINKING feeling which indicates how much she misses them, how much she grieves for them – it hurts too much to think about, let alone talk about. but WHAT IF HE WAS STANDING HERE? sometimes she wishes her dad was still around ( not that she thinks he’d be suited to a world like this ; he was too kind, too soft. he wouldn’t cut it. ) sometimes she just misses having a family around her.  ❝  i’d tell him he should have told me sooner that he wasn’t well, he should have let me help more — that he shouldn’t have gone and died. ❞  he shouldn’t have left her in this shithole for a world, that’s for sure. but that wasn’t his fault was it? she was just angry & bitter & she still MISSED HIM —- ( she’d tell him she missed him. she’d tell him she was sorry for not keeping ava safe. she’d tell him she tried. )  the worst part? she doubted her own father would even recognise her now if he was standing right in front of her.  ❝  who do you think you are anyway? some fuckin’ — fuckin’, dr phil? get lost. ❞

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i'm not me unless i jump on the bandwagon 23 days later

INDIANA & FRANKIE !

[dvoyd]

cut her open and you’d find a graveyard of memories in her mind. she’s a living tomb; she’s a mausoleum of unspoken hellos and goodbyes said too soon. there is poison in her veins; wings on her back that act more like chains. she wasn’t born with them; she’s learned how to cope, how to hide, how to use these gifts that were meant to condemn.

weapons cannot choose their purpose (only their targets) | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

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repost, don’t reblog / bold whatever applies  / feel free to add stuff in any category, too !

GOTHIC HORROR.   gaslights.   corsets.   ballrooms.   candlelight.   mist.   starless nights.  full moons.   cobbled streets.   horse-drawn carriages.   mysterious strangers.    bogs.   moors.   forests.  mountains.   castles.   velvet.   silver.  brass.   gold.   jewels.   domino masks.   the opera.   dangerous romances.   tragic romances.   violins.   roses.   lilies.   empty graves.   crosses.   cemeteries.   snow.   ice.   the gallows.  crows. ambiguous illness.   fangs.   pointed nails.   something howling in the night.  capes.   gloves.  top hats.   straightrazors.   lightning.   pipe organs.   underground caverns.   bats.   mice.  rats.  ravens.   cats.   pearls.   attics.   talismans.   axes. wood.   isolation in a room full of people.  vampires.   werewolves.  ghosts.   coffins.   western europe.   eastern europe.  bones.  churches.  catacombs.   mausoleums.   spiders.  books. 

CLASSIC HORROR.   black and white. powder puffs.   red lipstick.   winged eyeliner.   white kitten heels.   black lace lingerie.  icy blue eyes.   rain.   abandoned cars.   skeletons.   acid.   poison.  voyeurism.  switchblades.   strangling. overcoats.  looking over your shoulder.   trans-atlantic accents.   private detectives.   dinner parties.   haunted mansions.   alcohol in glass decanters.   cobwebs.   perfect blonde curls.  kitchen knives.  shock.   cellars.  dust.   dark alleys.  empty streets.   driving at night. horn-rimmed glasses.   radiation.  zombies.  serial murder.   paranoia.   the city.   witches.   the devil. cannibalism.  conspiracies.  amulets.   abject terror.   the american south.   the american northeast.   england.   analog cameras. 

SLASHERS.   bloodbaths.  massacres.   wanton nudity.  newspapers.   leather jackets.   letterman jackets.   converse sneakers.  obscured faces.   social unrest.   bonfires.   lakes.   babysitters.   suburbia.   high school.   lockers.   dead leaves in the fall.   jack-o’-lanterns.   outdated television sets. nightmares.   psychiatrists.  hospitals.   unstoppable forces.   gunfire.   police.    landline telephones.   household objects turned into improvised weapons. halloween.   secrets.    revelations.   character masks.   scrunchies.   queerness.   wild curls.   jeering children.   parties.   fire.   swearing.   revulsion.   california.  the american midwest. ambulances.

PARANORMAL HORROR.   malevolent spirits.   seances.   spells.   missing bodies.   hidden graves.   white noise.  static.   flickering lights.   rings of salt.   demons. poltergeists.   dark histories.   old buildings. cold air.   wells.    urban exploration.   a dog barking at something you can’t see.   black ooze.    old photographs.   faces you can swear you’ve seen before but can’t for the life of you figure out where.   dark bodies of water.   crucifixes.   priests.    possession.   exorcisms.   dolls. 

CRYPTID & UBAN LEGEND HORROR.   aliens.   blinding light.   dark woods.  driving at night.   claw-marks.  bite-marks.   men in black. memory loss.    dismembered bodies.    sewers.   flashlights. cell phones.    video cameras.   cars with tinted windows.   abandoned houses.  unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs.   big cities.   urban crimes.  clowns. something rustling outside your window.   glowing light. unsolved mysteries.   suburbia.    mirrors. the american pacific northwest.  the american midwest. hiking / backpacking. lack of shadow.

THRILLERS.   daylight.   fluorescent lighting.   morgues.  asylums.   unwavering eye contact.  tension. lit rooms with no one inside them.  a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed.   steely gazes.   paperwork. anagrams.   codes. convicted killers.   missing persons.    law enforcement.  federal agents.   small towns. suspicion.  paranoia. subdued terror.   dimly-lit parking lots. 

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× — ALIXANDOR R.

a classic ROLL of his eyes when the stranger crept forward with that line. good one. after shaking his head, the boy cleared his throat. ❛ if your camp’s in cheyenne, i’d rethink that. seriously. you look like a wounded deer. ❜ alix gestured to her ankle as he’d noticed her hobble into the light — before taking his hand off the trigger and putting his weapon away. ❛ nothing but geeks beyond here to town. ❜ brows knitting as he CONTINUED to stare at her, the boy took a small step to the side to curb his need to keep moving. ‘ don’t try to cross the border after dark! ’ he’d heard it from some passerbys while wandering cheyenne. was it true? he didn’t know… but he WOULDN’T risk it. plus? he was out there on a MISSION and planned to remain all night, regardless if he had company or not.

          ❝  i’ll be fine. ❞   the boy PROBABLY has a point ; being out after dark with a sprained ankle? spell it out & it says DISASTER, or something along the lines of MEALS ON WHEELS ( the much slower version. ) a pause brings her to rethink her decisions.  ❝  or --- or i’ll just find somewhere else to bunk until morning. ❞  that sounds better, definitely more APPEALING than hobbling around jumping at every shadow. the camp is preferable,  but you know what else is preferable? actually being ALIVE when the sun rises.  ❝  geeks? ❞  briar raises a brow at the term ; one she hadn’t come across before but --- suspected it was one belonging to the undead familiars they all knew. ( she preferred to call them DEAD BASTARDS but, each to their own she supposes. ) there’s a form of relief when the weapon is lowered, and she finds curiosity taking place of the caution ; with weight resting on her left foot to avoid pressure on the right, she gestures towards him with a flick of her wrist. ❝  speaking of camps, shouldn’t you be in one right now? ❞  

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oop, an updated to-do to keep me motivated since, , ,ya’ll know i have the attention span of a potato & i gotta’ keep myself on track. if i’m missing you, please let me know !

briar. 

reply to alixandor.

reply to theo.

reply to devrim.

indiana.

reply to noah.

reply to rosalie.

reply to cameron.

frankie.

nothing.

me: do all ur replies, , , be productive for a change ! me @ me: or, , , ,make new icons & redo all ur themes.

[pandadad]

[coral]

Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, A New Leaf (via brit-rps)

[gotham-daily]

[softroseangel]

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× — DEVRIM S.

open !

loud and desperate whimpering rang in his ears. devrim turned his head to find the source of the noise, eyes catching a glimpse of movement— a creature, its black coat almost camouflage against the charred debris of an abandoned house. its foot had been wedged between fragments of stone and rubble. 

he edged toward it, footsteps light and slow as not to scare it away. but the thing — a puppy? — growled as he got closer. devrim bent down in an attempt to look less threatening. “hey,” he said, voice soft and low. “don’t be scared. i’m not gonna hurt you.” seating himself on the concrete, devrim pulled the rubble away lightly as not to do any more damage to the dog’s leg. once it was free, the dog — a girl, he realized — limped toward him, large eyes staring back, almost appreciative, almost… smiling. he smiled back. gentle hands picked her up and let her sit on his lap. the dog propped herself up, standing on her hind legs and, while resting its good paw on his chest, licked him on the cheek. in an instant, devrim came to a firm conclusion: he would sooner DIE than let anyone hurt this dog. 

petting the top of her head, he said, “i can fix you. or at least, i know people who can.” ashley and rain wouldn’t mind, would they? it was just a broken leg. both of them dealt with much worse on a daily basis. “you’re safe with me.” but the dog J E R K E D her head to the side, growling low behind bared teeth. devrim turned his head as she barked louder, his eyes catching sight of a fellow survivor’s silhouette.

        SHE WONDERS WHAT HAPPENED ---- raiders, survivors, maybe even those assholes walking around like DEMENTORS on halloween causing destruction & disruption amongst the street, either way, the place briar stumbled across was now a whole lotta’ rubble & NOTHINGNESS. if you wanted briar to be honest ( which, either if you did or didn't, she would be despite your preferences. you’re welcome ! ) the place wasn’t much to brag about, but what was a HUNTER’S job if not to scout every square inch of the city three times over ? debris cracks under her footing as she finds the exit ( an uneventful hunt. not that she’s complaining, she hadn’t had much faith in the place to begin with. )  & that’s when she freezes ---- at the sight of a figure, at the sight of a dog, at the sound of a canine growl.  ❝  geez, ever heard of a MUZZLE? ❞   not an animal person? sound about right, or atleast, you’re talking to someone who had never owned any animal in her entire life, let alone a dog ; but then -- her main focus before all this was getting her medical degree.

        but she’s not completely HEARTLESS, she can see the sentiment someone may have for such an animal --- hell, she’s looked at robocop ( the canine companion from the v.a med center. ) with a pinch of. . softer emotion a few times. wary, guarded, calculating ; she’s waiting for a move -- an attack, when the thought comes to mind. words she remembers being uttered before she spotted the two.  ❝  you said you’d FIX HER ---- what’s wrong with her? ❞

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starter for @rcsilicnce !

                                     ❝  it is not one of them --- it’s not the disease !  ❞   frustration, vexation, ARROGANCE laces her delivery of words ; an argument she will fight for until she dies of exasperation ! brioni understands the RISKS, the possibilities ( her sister had been EXPOSED afterall. ) but she knows what she is speaking of  ; if the few years of being a healer & multiple more beyond that from her father’s teachings, have taught her anything, it would be the difference between a letum & a common cold ! or atleast -- a suspected cold. in fact, she’s just as in the shadows as everyone else when it came to this disease spreading across the country. she was gone when such infection inhabited her husband & family, gone when the initial symptoms crept in. she doesn’t know what it looks like per say, but alas -- pigheadedness awakens & raises it’s head like usual.  ❝  my sister is fine.  ❞  a hand comes out to touch her sister’s crown, brushing strands of blonde away from her cheeks ; heat meets her fingertips, sweat beads against her skin. a fever beyond the norm is what brioni had been greeted with these last few days, and whimpers of aches & pains. it pains her to see aviella like this. brioni is simply concerned, simply worried beneath the steel armor of her skin ; she will not lose the only IMPORTANT person she has left. she can’t imagine how much that would shatter her like glass.  she raises her chin high, refusing to glance in the figure’s direction ( because looking would mean she’s accepting the help being offered, would it not? or atleast giving in to the thought that the disease could be an answer. )  ❝  you have come for nothing, priestess, now you may leave. ❞            

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× — OPHELIA R.

angry green eyes like daggers glared at the man before ophelia as she swallowed her poisonous words, the ones she so wanted to spit into the mans face & watch him CHOKE. the lady in waiting was a lot of things to a lot of different people, a daughter, a lady, a friend; but had been long enough that the word whore meant nothing to her other than a job she used to have. blood BOILING as smiled the sweetest of smiles & leaned in close to the foolish man who open his mouth to the redheaded fox of a woman  ❝  call me a whore again & you will lose that precious manhood of yours. ❞  she whispered harshly before pulling away that sweet smile still across her face, before she turned away from the pig of the man pulling her cloak up around her face. eyes catching the face of someone before her, the young woman just bowed her head & smiled softly.  ❝ i truly hope you didn’t hear any of that nastiness. ❞

         WOMEN ARE MEANT TO BE SEEN & NOT HEARD ---- brioni remembers her mother repeating that to her over & over until she sat pretty in corners while men eyed her like they would if purchasing livestock ; like a cow awaiting the slaughter. but like women, they’re duties were no bite on their tongue & wait beside their husband ----- please. if it were up to brioni, she would never have married, never have tied herself to a MAN, she would have left calx years ago to support herself, if only the world would allow it. instead she SAT PRETTY, watched her words as if she was watching the blade to her own execution ( because surely what she really wanted to say could end her in such a fate ! )  ❝   oh no, it is fine, really.  ❞   brioni replies, she forces a smile, dusts her palms against her skirts ; anything as to not antagonize the man anymore than he might of been -- even now hues are watching him across the woman’s shoulder, cautiously, waiting for signs of retaliation.   ❝   in my opinion you were too kind to him.  ❞   her tone is lowered now, hushed, CAREFUL. women are meant to be seen & not heard, but oh the vile words brioni choked back at such a sight ; of man belittling woman. ❝   are you okay? he didn’t hurt you, did he? ❞