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@armed-and-alxne — continued from here.

Manuela hadn’t been the only civilian in this town, and it explained her uncoordinated movements. The way her body had been angled obscured the mutation on her arm. She’d had to take off the bandage to help somebody else with their bleeding injury, and green vines snaked up her arm. It sizzled, and based on the way Manuela stumbled, she’d clearly used her powers for something.

“No! No, this just happens,” she explained hastily. “I’m infected, but I chose to live as a human. When I help people, sometimes… this happens. Using my powers — it hurts.”

#v: you belong among the wildflowers (crossover verse)#armedandalxne #body horror cw

@armed-and-alxne — continued from here.

“A secret,” Catalina whispered. She leaned in close, her head on her hand, in an attempt to examine him. Secrets, lies — there was no difference to her. Both fell under her domain of espionage, and if seduction was the tactic she had to employ to get what she wanted, she didn’t mind at all. All eyes had snapped to her the minute she entered the bar because of the way she carried herself and her style of dress, and now, as she sipped her drink, she tried not to make her intent obvious. “I don’t kiss and tell. I promise I’ll keep it… if you play your cards right, that is.”

#muse: catalina cisneros #v: i should move to a brand new city and teach myself how to die (crossover verse)#armedandalxne #armed-and-alxne

@armed-and-alxne — continued from here.

Leandro knew he had to be careful in his approach. Andrei was one of his more interesting contractors, and he didn’t want to disappoint. He wouldn’t have agreed morally to this contract, yet he’d been lied to. Andrei hadn’t told Leandro the whole story, so he’d accepted. The goal was to bring Luther in alive, and if he could be friendly enough, maybe he could squeeze some information out of him before turning him in.

“Nah. Cata’s in Spain, and hell if I know what happened to Carlos.” The names would’ve been unfamiliar to Luther, but Leandro offered no further information. He sipped from his own drink. It was a small sip, though — he never got intoxicated while working. “And you? You got a reason for drinkin’ alone?”

#muse: leandro garcía #v: like a war machine it keeps turning (crossover verse)#armed-and-alxne #armedandalxne

Friendship isn’t about who you’ve known the longest. It’s about who walked into your life, said “I’m here for you”, and proved it.

Zombie AU mood board for Atticus, Helena ( @kryla-i-svitlo ) & Luther ( @armed-and-alxne )

#kryla-i-svitlo #armedandalxne #mood board #zombie au #(I really like this one!)

We don’t meet people by accident. They are meant to cross our paths for a reason.

Mood board for Atticus & Luther ( @armed-and-alxne )

#mood board #atticus & luther #armedandalxne #(I think it turned out well!)

The Family Pet, Zombie AU

#zombie au #kryla-i-svitlo #armedandalxne

Hit the Road Jack- Ray Charles Don’t Stop Me Now- Queen Here I Go Again- Whitesnake- (Picture them doing that The Right Stuff walk down some deserted street with cars on fire behind them and such. Now, picture Atticus tripping and faceplanting somewhere in there. Yeah, that’s it, you got it!) Push Back- Fantastic Negrito

#kryla-i-svitlo #armedandalxne #zombie AU #you know I had to with the Queen

Hell in a Handbasket- Atticus, Helena & Luther

Atticus hummed lightly to himself. Lightly wasn’t really the right word. It was actually a fully orchestrated rendition of The Game of Thrones theme. He was stimming and he knew it and every now and then he had to remind himself that quiet was probably better...given the circumstances. He had no idea whether his idea would work. He was on his knees, in his garden, covered in dirt. He had a bunch of herbs in one hand and a guide to herbs book in the other. Not surprisingly, there were no specific entries for which herbs would be best for keeping zombies away. “Never the information you need,” he muttered in frustration.

Fear tickled at the back of his mind with every rustle of the hedge, but so far, his hidden garden had provided the protection he needed. He’d kept it looking beautiful so far, but he worried, now and then, that it might be time to leave soon. Most of the city of Edinburgh was overrun with the undead at this point. Fires burned nearby and he could see the smoke wafting in the sky. Much of the population had fled (not that he minded the now quieter, emptier city) and he was relieved that Scout and Freddy had been away when the epidemic hit the city. He’d managed to talk to them a couple of brief times, before the phones went out completely.

He rubbed his scruffy, dirty chin and then stuffed all the herbs he had into a leather pouch tied around his waist. If nothing else, he’d at least be able to eat well. He fought back a tear as he pulled some carrots. He would dry everything and pack it up to travel. He had a separate pouch for...other things, as well; dried mushrooms and the like that would kill anyone who ate them. He didn’t want to think about having to hurt anyone, but he’d seen this movie before. Sometimes the survivors were just as bad as the zombies. He was so busy collecting and thinking that he completely missed someone coming into his garden. When he finally heard them, he spun around, trying and failing to get a sword out from a sheath on his back. “I’ll use this,” he grunted as he pulled. Then he realised it was a familiar face. “Helena?!”