#evcryhcrd

[jundlcndwastesmoved1]

Happy Valentine’s Day @evcryhcrd !

[southsidelover]

She’s never met anybody like Troy -- never known anybody with that softness buried deep within the hurt, how she’s tried now, for months since his mother disappeared, to disentangle the knots that have wrapped themselves inside of him, the kind that pull inside and push on the out. At the least, she’s happy, that he’s found her now, that his hands now curve over the outside of her figure, painting affection into her flesh in the night. How by the day, she DISCOVERS what domestic contentment feels like, how it’s nice to know sweetness and what love is like.

It’s nice when they hold hands and they cook dinner and they look out over the city and they float above the rest of the trash that’s been her life up until now. New experiences blend into the old, she wonders if his mom will come back and they talk about that sometimes when they’re high and reminiscing about things that are on their mind. Today they’re sharing a giant plate of pancakes at Pop’s, her new jacket, new logo, all hanging neat off of the side of the booth, his on the other side, the strangest sign of peace this town’s ever seen, but after the end of school year she’s had, she thinks they’ll take it.

“Party tonight. You gonna be my date or what?” the grin says she knows he will, her lips parting for a fork-full of pancakes, stacked, the next fed to him. Syrup, Blossom Gold, soaking through her tongue. “Peaches says she’s found a new source of some good OCs, and honestly I wanna pop something and feel like I’m like off on my own. You down? Or are you gonna be good tonight, with Jones up on your butt. How’s the whole... playing sherif thing working out, anyways?”

@evcryhcrd

[archive--not-completely-human]

@evcryhcrd liked for a starter!  ♡ ♡ 

Everything is picked clean. Which really shouldn’t be so shocking; people raided the stores soon after the outbreak and that seemed to be the case in every town, city, neighborhood — you name it. There are many things a total replacement cyborg such as herself didn’t have to worry about, but food ain’t one of ‘em. 

She was starving and couldn’t remember the last time she’s had something decent to eat that actually left her feeling even the tiniest bit full. Whatever this store was, it sucks. Alita kicked away an empty container nearby, an audible sigh left her lips. Then her head lifted as though she had heard something else in the store. Instinctively she grabbed her sword to have it ready. 

“ Who’s there? ” 

[damneddixon]

⚡️ Tattoos?

GET TO KNOW ME A LITTLE BETTER! ✨

⚡️ Tattoos?

I don’t have any! But I do have a list of ones I want. I took a pawprint in paint of two of my dogs before they passed away and want their pawprints tattooed (one on each shoulder)

Then I want “with all my heart” on one wrist and “no matter what” on my other one, bc it’s a thing me and my mom say. 

Then I also drunkenly agreed to getting a matching tattoo with @disturbxnces so lol.

[c0kehead]

@evcryhcrd

“ No , I told you !! I just knocked him out so I could by us some time !!”

[sicarea]

☣.•°*  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐂 ┆ “  @evcryhcrd​​  /  accepting

“I’ll show you where you’ll sleep. If you need anything, learn to live without it.”

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 !     ——–     a burst of laughter escapes her the moment she slowly stands up from the stretcher.     An automatic response to his  ...   clear discomfort       ❛     if i ever need anything else,  i’ll go to your brother     ❜       she sighed tucking her hands inside of her jean pockets as she finally allowed her eyes to address his presence       

                ❛     he’s the one in charge for what i’ve gathered so far     ❜     she aims to redirect the very bullet that he had just shot a couple of minutes ago.   Hopefully,   it’ll strike the right nerve.    ❛     but thank you,  either way for your consideration     ❜       ------      a forced smile,   it’s meant to linger there       ❛      i really appreciate it     ❜      

[loveruined]

for @evcryhcrd !

     “it’s not a bite.” she understands his hesitance. anyone would be apprehensive about it, but all they can do right now is trust her. her gaze flickers from the crescent wound in her forearm and up to troy, trying to read what he’s thinking. “look, it-- i caught it on a fence. i wouldn’t lie about something like this. i’m not a danger.”

[theirlamentarchivedblog]

( ☢ : alicia @evcryhcrd )

Every time she'd confront Troy he would weasel his way out of it of having to answer her - it still didn't stop Alicia from trying. Again and again. She was not going to give up until she got an answer out of him. She cornered him after breakfast on his way out to join the rest of the militia - and her mother. "I want to know what's going on. I see the way you look at her." And the way Madison looked back at him. She started out in a calm voice. Maybe if she didn't yell at him or make accusations this time she'd get more out of him. It was harder than she’d imagined because all she wanted was to just snap his neck right where he stood. "What is going on between you and my mother? I know there is something and I want to what it is." She wanted to scream at him about not having any decency to wait an acceptable amount of time after Travis died but she knew there was no waiting in this life. If you wanted something you had to go for it before it was gone - or you were gone - and you lost your chance forever. Of course, she wanted her mother to be happy - she deserved it more than anyone she knew - but not like this. Not with him. "Just tell me already. I'm not a little girl. I can handle it." She'd grown up long ago - even before the apocalypse started - and she hated how intent everyone seemed to be on trying to protect her.