#fa1thshakes

[neverscored]

@fa1thshakes | ​❝ it’s starting to rain… ❞

the teen’s kneejerk reaction is to respond to her observation with a very sarcastic ‘no shit’, but instead he bites his tongue for a moment as he nods, glancing up at the sky. “uhuh… i’ll be damned.” it is kind of a miracle, actually, considering their water supply was running low. unfortunately, it’s just a bit too cold this time of year for everything to be wet. “do we gots any buckets or somethin’?”

[malka-lisitsa]

❝  if people can hate for no reason, then i can love for no reason too.  ❞

"That sounds super Naïve of you cupcake. Someone doesn't have enough life experience to understand that your unsolicited love doesn't change a damn thing about the world and being that soft will get you hurt or killed."

In Katherine's case? Both. She also used to be a sweet girl who believed in the good of people. And then she found out the hard way that the world will FUCK YOU and the best you can do is learn to pretend like you're the top.

[chaos--mode]

@fa1thshakes went trick or treating! apocalypse au starter .

ren's not usually a violent person. like, pre-apocalypse and all, she was one of those types that was all bark no bite. which was a thing all on its own but that's really not the point she's trying to make right now.

she isn't usually big on violence and fighting and all that shit. but, well ; some situations just kinda call for it, right? like, being trapped in an empty library while a hoard of cannibalistic corpses crowds outside totally counts as one such situation in her books.

least she's not alone, she reasons, throwing a glance over her shoulder to isabelle. she inclines her head with a huff, right forearm throbbing as she struggles to shove a giant-ass shelf in front of the main doors. the ominous groaning shuffle of the undead just outside looms over them.

❝ help me barricade this before we have a real problem on ours hands! ❞

[coastercruushed]

life offers up these moments of joy despite everything.

ah, you need to choose your words more carefully, @fa1thshakes! the ghost boy is very sensitive whenever life is mentioned. he tends to forget that he died a few months ago. it comes up in conversations that always trail off into nothing. "we should go bowling the next time---..." the next time what? a year later whenever he can leave the park on halloween night? sure, he could leave the park for about an hour tops, so long as he had his dragon figurine but each time he's come back----....he was nearly too weak to pull himself back into the park.

life offers up these moments----.... he doesn't really hear the rest of her words. wide, doe like blues seemed to glare at nothing in particular in front of him, avoiding eye contact. his jaw seems to set, chewing on the inside of his cheek as his hands pull into the long, large sleeves of his hoodie---...hiding them as they ball up into tight fists.

"---...yeah." words are hoarse, forced. he's trying to be better at snapping at people. he's trying to wrap his head around his whole situation. his own death. "---....maybe death offers up these moments too. or something," words seem murmured, uncharacteristically quiet.