#mvrderborn

[bladedlegacy-a]

❛           should’ve     stayed    dead   ,         pumpkin .           ❜           she      picks       at      her      girl - claws   ,            mouth       pursed      &       venom      sugar - coated      in     docile      femininity    .              ❛            's    not     like      anybody’s     waiting      to      throw     you      a      welcome   back     party  .       ❜      /       @mvrderborn

[andheflew-blog]

       ✦     ALMOND      HUES      TAKE      in surroundings,    looking for even an inkling of remembrance.    scenery was completely unknown,    leaving a flash of panic.    how long had he been out ?    would the sun go down soon ?    hopefully ash wasn’t too worried... 

               tepid feet bring him to the first idle stranger,    gently tapping them on the shoulder to catch attention.    “  um...    excuse me ?    could you help give me directions ?  “     /   @mvrderborn liked.

[bigspot]

               an  audible  crunch  as  the  sharp  point  of  zach’s   knife was driven through the weakened skull of the dead.  perimeter duty was always one of his favorites, allowing the weathered boy to take full advantage of stretching his legs and seeing more than what the confines of that barbed wire fence had to offer.  not that he was ungrateful.  nowadays comfort and boredom were easily worth everyone’s weight in gold.  as the walker dropped to his feet, zach gave kell a quick glance over his shoulder, gray eyes squinting through the haze of sunlight.  he was eager to pick up a vibe from his new cellmate — figure him out without any immediate heavy lifting.  the end of the world sure as hell hadn’t made sharing a bunk with a stranger any less awkward.      ❛  —- this your first group since it all went down?  ❜

                      / written for @mvrderborn

[cinemaclubed-blog]

@mvrderborn + starter call.

   ❝ it’s, uh, stabathon, you know ? ❞ it wasn’t that charlie’s parties    weren’t unpopular : just that a well - liked face at one wouldn’t hurt.    ❝ it’s an annual thing i host -- it’s pretty big. ❞

[badbloodmagic]

@mvrderborn plotted for a starter          

         Familiar ground met his feet as he padded through the shadows, his body fell into the same cautious stance and it was tiresome how his bones creaked with the movement accompanied with this sort of task. Two guns were tucked safely in the holster strapped around his torso, the third one in his belt, but the weapon he brandished was a knife. Jason preferred to kill things with his hands, make SURE they were gone from this world and could harm no one else, not another soul. Pausing at a door Jase gently checked to see if it was unlocked and when he found that it was, the tall man eased the door open with a silence that was well practiced. There weren’t many places that Jason couldn’t sneak his way into, or out of, for that matter. 

         With a trained eye, moving more out of habit than anything else, Jase glanced around the immediate area, despite the darkness, there was a dampness in the air which mingled with a sickening sent of rotten eggs, better known as sulfur. Jase made a face of disappointment, this wasn’t the creature he was after but he sure as HELL wasn’t going to leave it to harm anything or anyone else. Sheathing his knife the man tugged the gun from his belt, clicking one into the chamber before he proceeded, there was a good chance the creature knew he was already there but he wasn’t taking any chances either way. 

           The awful sound of crunching met Jase’s ears, whatever the creature had caught was being broken in half, or something of that sort, which meant it wasn’t going to be as easy to sneak up on this thing but the option wasn’t completely off the table. It’d be distracted with it’s meal, or whatever the fuck was going on, Jase could only hear what horrific sounds were coming from further within the building, no matter how many times he ran into similar situations, Jase’s heart always pounded in his ears like any other normal human. It pissed him right off. If he was to be dead in a way, he’d like his heart to be as well, it didn’t come that way though. It would never be that way.