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badger

#∘⡊❅ ˚⊹ a portrait of a young girl waiting for a new year — art #∘⡊❅ ˚⊹ I don’t do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision — aesthetic #q.

❅ ˚⊹ opal-fae delmar.

gripping onto a few wires c o n n e c t e d to an xbox 360 nearby, opal-fae FLINCHED slightly at rhiannon’s f i r s t call — having been f r o z e n for a second or two as for a moment ; she couldn’t THINK. light blue hues darted down to the wires and she p u l l e d them out… before just deciding to take the xbox 360, as well. standing upright, the lanky blonde s w u n g around and out of the room to FIND the girl she’d asked to be ‘ lookout ’ had e n t e r e d the apartment. she s k i d to a stop ; two left feet, that one, stopping on a RUG and nearly t r i p p i n g over herself. finding her footing, she e x p e l l e d a SHARP exhale, relieved, before replying. ❛ i’m fine… sorry. ❜ so air-headed, opal-fae forgot about her HELPER’S saftey, too. stupid, opal-fae. ❛ are you okay? you were down there for awhile… ❜

heights weren’t counted among the laundry list of rhiannon’s fears. the exhaustive list, in fact, contained very FEW things that, at least environmentally speaking, were problems for the average person. for rhiannon, things like heights, bugs and snakes ( though she wasn’t particularly FOND of them either ), airplanes, the wilderness, or small spaces weren’t particularly troublesome. however, there were plenty of things in her exhaustive list that she was frightened by. chiefly among them were other people ( or the decomposing, hungry corpses they left as their inheritance to those left behind alive ).

as she continued up the ladder of the fire escape, then, it wasn’t the ASCENSION that frightened her, but the ravenous dead that lurked below. swallowing hard, rhiannon let out a silent sigh of R E L I E F when she reached the room where opal-fae waited for her. “yeah, yeah. i’m okay.” rhiannon tugged at her jacket, straightening out the wrinkles that had bunched up beneath her pack in the climb. eyes caught a glimpse of the xbox in the girl’s hands and the corners of her lips turned down in annoyance; what the HELL good would that do, she wondered. for a girl who was lucky to stay in the same place two nights in a row, she couldn’t imagine having the downtime or POWER to play video games. “are you serious about that thing?” she tried to sound casual, but it was clear that she was dubious about the bounty. “do people even have a way to play it?”

#bea at it again with waaaay too much length #c: opal-fae delmar

FIVE SIMILARITIES BETWEEN MUSE & MUN,

01. we’re both brunettes with curly hair ! 02. both of us and our moms love fleetwood mac 03. rhiannon is an old movie nerd and we both love hitchcock 04. we both dabble in art but never made a career out of it 05. we’re both interested in geology/antarctica

FIVE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN MUSE & MUN,

01. rhiannon’s dad is bulgarian; i’m not bulgarian, but i did do some archaeology there before i went into nursing and their surname is taken from my site leader 02. i’ve never been to antarctica and, because of my asthma, i likely never will 03. rhiannon grew up in berkeley ca and i’ve never been there 04. lived with both her parents growing up, who were both professors; this is a much different background than mine 05. rhiannon has done a lot of traveling, particularly to foreign countries; i’ve not had the privilege, though i would love to someday !

#∘⡊❅ ˚⊹ players only love you when they’re playing — memes #ooc

ojalla

#∘⡊❅ ˚⊹ I don’t do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision — aesthetic #yippie queue yay motherfucker

“dehydration is probably the biggest danger right now, but you can’t just eat snow.” rhiannon broke the ice with one of the strangers whom was stuck in the same house as her and a handful of others from the blizzard. she nodded to the gruff man who’d told her to ‘fuck off’ when she’d BOTHERED to make the suggest to him that he might not want to mow down on the snow like it was an ice cream sundae. “you have to melt it first or it can lower your core temperature.” finally in her element, and still no one took her seriously. “what an asshole,” rhiannon whispered, mostly to herself, as she pouted in the direction of the overconfident man who probably had never taken ANYONE’S advice on survival before. grateful to not be alone, she was frustrated by some of the company that she was now TRAPPED with overnight. at least the survivor sitting next to her seemed alright.

#hst.starter #ya girl lived in antarctica #she's down for blizzards

❅ ˚⊹ alix rakkey.

attention kept f o r w a r d when the girl started cutting him down for his rescue and he HAD to roll his eyes. figures. he tries to help and it ‘ isn’t good enough ’… it wasn’t until she paused to a p o l o g i z e did his eyes s l i p to the side and he attempted a glance. good he HAD, though, since he caught sight of one of the r a i d e r s to his right the moment he did. shit. ❛ a camp? ❜ he returned a beat after, accepting her apology with a s m a l l shrug ; vision continued to DART from the path before him to his sides ; they seemed to be s u r r o u n d i n g them somehow. thankfully, it didn’t look like there were TOO many. ❛ any camp, so they can take ‘em out. mine’s too far, but we need a leg up on these assholes. ❜ he wasn’t COMPLETELY sure where he was going as he didn’t k n o w all the camps around cheyenne — just figured when he saw a bunch of people, they were SAFE.

downturned lips let out a startled hiss as she flinched at the sight of another raider in the brush. they were like cockroaches, rats. they were worse than walkers, who were kind enough to only EAT YOU ALIVE. “camps, yeah.” she agreed through tight lips, bottom bit fiercely in attempts to keep it from tugging further down in despair. “I don’t--” she should’ve joined one a long time ago and she knew it. instead she’d held onto her independence FIERCELY, stupidly, in some vain attempt at containing the curse she had of BETTER PEOPLE dying for her ( and now wasn’t she subjecting this child to the same fate? ). maybe she’d hoped someone from her past would find her or that vasiliy would stick around and she’d have more of his company than the romantic chance encounters. “I don't live at any of the camps, uh--but i think we’re somewhere nearer the capitol, aren’t we?” truly she had no idea, but a run-in with a nice jock girl who’d comped her some jerky had been around there. she’d mentioned belonging to the capitol and being close to home. “where’s yours?”

#c: alix rakkey

leaveful

#∘⡊❅ ˚⊹ I don’t do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision — aesthetic #q.

wildfairy

I stuff my mouth full of cherries. Say, this is the taste of love, and I will choke on it.

Angelea Lowes, excerpt of 2 Truths and a Lie (via wildfairy)

#∘⡊❅ ˚⊹ I’ve begun to mistake frostbite for warmth — vasiliy burlakov #q.

bloodsiimple

INTRODUCING THE SECOND MRS. BURLAKOV !

When she meets Vasiliy Konstantinovich on holiday, it feels like love at first sight for the young Rhiannon Ivanovna. Only a fortnight after their first meeting, Vasiliy suddenly proposes marriage and Rhiannon enthusiastically accepts, despite the controversy and gossip surrounding the mysterious disappearance of his previous wife, Adele Han, a year prior. Her new husband’s demeanor changes soon after their arrival to his estate in Moscow, however, and she is not received warmly by the staff of her new home; everyone, including her husband, seems to prefer the other Mrs. Burlakov. Every inch of the grand home is occupied by the presence of Adele: her dresses still hang in the closets, the gardens are filled with her favorite flowers, the staff constantly praise her beauty and kindness, and every available surface is adorned with her monogram of A B. Worst of all is the large portrait of Adele in the hall with eyes that seem to follow Rhiannon’s every move. As her husband’s presence grows colder, the staff’s contempt for her only grows stronger, and each attempt to be the perfect wife and emulate Adele only angers her husband. When the remains of Adele’s body are finally found, Rhiannon must confront the suspicious circumstances surrounding her predecessor’s death and the horrifying truth of what it really means to be MRS. VASILIY BURLAKOV.

merry christmas, bea + roman!!! ( @skylcrks : @maehwacha )

#this somehow got put in my drafts instead of my queue !!#i love this so much i could cry #∘⡊❅ ˚⊹ watch out the world’s behind you ` there’s always someone around you — mentions #∘⡊❅ ˚⊹ I’ve begun to mistake frostbite for warmth — vasiliy burlakov #( tempadeletag )#q.

bloodsiimple

have you ever had a true fondness for anything

FONDNESS? He had felt fondness, fleetingly and often, but never true fondness, never love. Eventually the things he liked would disappoint or anger him, or he would grow tired of it, and the loss of fondness could end at any moment—or last for years. ❝ I like Ahna. ❞

( @skylcrks )

#∘⡊❅ ˚⊹ watch out the world’s behind you ` there’s always someone around you — mentions #∘⡊❅ ˚⊹ I’ve begun to mistake frostbite for warmth — vasiliy burlakov #q.

ayyariana

#∘⡊❅ ˚⊹ girls grow into women ` by locking secrets inside themselves — past #∘⡊❅ ˚⊹ an iron will to walk the walk ` a glass jaw can’t be moved to talk — musings #q.

what do you most hate?

“people who are unkind or lie or take pleasure in other people’s suffering.” rhiannon spoke confidently. “and mosquitos.”

#∘⡊❅ ˚⊹ freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose — answers #∘⡊❅ ˚⊹ flowers grow back even after they are stepped on and so will I — headcanons

wow you're so much prettier now than you were a month ago what's your skincare routine?

“oh, um, thank you?“ bewildered and flattered, rhiannon isn’t sure if it’s an INSULT or a compliment. “there’s not much to tell? before the outbreak i was really into ole henriksen, but it’s been expired. now i just … wash my face with cold water? and some guy at the country club traded me some coconut oil, which i use for cooking and a moisturizer!”

#Anonymous #∘⡊❅ ˚⊹ freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose — answers #∘⡊❅ ˚⊹ flowers grow back even after they are stepped on and so will I — headcanons

When will you finally join a camp and stop getting yourself into trouble?

“you know, i think this is just a little bit condescending.” rhiannon frowns with the insecurity of a statement that rings a bit TOO TRUE. “i’ve survived just fine by myself–” with occasional interventions by strangers “up until this point and i haven’t lost a limb or anything.” it does get pretty lonely out there. rhiannon misses friendship and camaraderie in a way she can taste. “it’s not like i have much to offer them anyway, which you should know since you OBVIOUSLY don’t think i can survive on my OWN.”

#Anonymous #∘⡊❅ ˚⊹ freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose — answers

i think ur boyfriend eats children

“oh, my god.” rhiannon sighs, rolling her eyes. “it’s not like i’m dating krampus.” beneath the show of annoyance lies a slight smirk; someone called vasiliy her boyfriend. it’s not exactly true, but she doesn’t correct them either. ( @bloodsiimple )

#i'm choking #Anonymous #she's so dumb #∘⡊❅ ˚⊹ I’ve begun to mistake frostbite for warmth — vasiliy burlakov #∘⡊❅ ˚⊹ freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose — answers

Do you think Vasiliy is a good person?

“I don’t know.” rhiannon answers honestly, a frown in her brow. “I don’t think any of us are anymore.” a nervous laugh escapes her. she hasn’t killed anyone or anything, but she certainly doesn’t feel like she’s done enough for others to count as GOOD. ( @bloodsiimple )

#Anonymous #∘⡊❅ ˚⊹ I’ve begun to mistake frostbite for warmth — vasiliy burlakov #∘⡊❅ ˚⊹ freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose — answers

oldschoolteenflicks

Face it, our way is the way. I mean, we scare people into not being assholes.

#∘⡊❅ ˚⊹ I’ve begun to mistake frostbite for warmth — vasiliy burlakov #q.

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