#whitetailwheaty

[eli-whitetail]

@whitetail-wheaty​ from here.

Old man. There had been countless times he’d fired back a comment about the kid’s lack of showers or questionable taste in music, but right now Eli didn’t have that strength.

He was in bad shape. Bad was putting it mildly. His shoulder was in pieces and the bandage was doing little - blood was already seeping through it and he felt lightheaded. Gritting his teethe when his knees hit the metal stairs, Eli bit back the groan and willed himself to get his feet under him again. He needed to keep moving because he needed to get Wheaty to safety. Fuck.

It was all so clear now; all the times the Dep had gone radio-silent and he’d just thought they were off in Holland Valley or down in the Henbane helping the resistance effort in those regions. Jacob had been using them as a pawn and he’d been blind to it. His blindness was laid bare now in the blood spilled in the Den; Tammy, Walker and no many other Whitetails that he’d let down. He couldn’t let Wheaty down too. “C’mon kiddo, I need your help to get up these dang stairs.”

Slowly, agonisingly slowly, they got there and the world was like it had always been; sun shining and birds chirping as if there wasn’t a county-wide war being waged. “Wheaty you’re in the driver’s seat,” Eli slowed down to take the truck keys from his pocket and hand them to the teenager, leaning his weight on Wheaty. His breathing was heavy and sweat beaded on his forehead. “ ... head towards the FANG centre, Wade’s got a decent medical centre for the animals, he can try an’ stitch me up.”

[takenbythebliss]

@whitetail-wheaty​ continued from (x)

the sinners would not be saved. not even if they fell to their knees and begged for mercy and shelter when the collapse came. that was what the father had said. that was what the sermons had taught them. everything up to this point had been true to the father’s words.

so then that had to mean that wheaty and eli weren’t sinners after all?

‘ it’s me. ’

drawing one leg up to the edge of her seat, linny rested her chin atop her knee, giving wheaty a smile as she nodded her head. he looked like he almost expected her to disappear into a puff of smoke.

‘ supplies were being moved from brother john’s bunker to the armoury. i offered to drive the truck - everyone has to pull their weight in this family - that’s why i’m here now. can’t really head back down to the valley, it’s not really the ideal weather outside right now. ’

hazel eyes flicking up to the metal ceiling of the bunker and to the burning world outside - a joke a tad on the dark side. but the world had just gone up in smoke after all.

[carminaxrye]

@whitetail-wheaty​ from here

Oh shit balls. Fucking Highwaymen. Fuuuuck sake. Clambering over the rusted remains of an old truck, Carmina kept low and skidded along the ground.

The tunnel’ it would provide cover and the darkness inside would be the perfect aid to help her escape from this. Scrabbling into the gloom of the tunnel and the teenager cringed when she heard the voice speaking slowly. Great, of course she wouldn’t be the only one in here. What other option did she have but to answer this guy?

“Seventeen,” she held her rifle tighter and kept her voice to a hissed whisper. “- and I’d like to see eighteen.”

[heretiical-arch]

@whitetail-wheaty​ asked:  [ WITNESS ] for sender to see receiver get hurt enough to bleed.

“Shit - ! Ah...”  Val was desperately trying to drag herself out from the open, one hand pressed firmly against where a stray bullet had struck her in the thigh; The blood was flowing steadily. She needed to get somewhere she could properly tourniquet it. But a shadow passing over her startled her, causing her to gasp and look up; Val had to raise a hand to block out the sun from shining down in her eyes, stare back at the stranger that was now nearly standing over her. He was a foe, and she was a sitting duck. She had to approach this delicately.  “Please don’t kill me,”  Val begged, feeling breathless from physical exertion.  “I need help, I’ve been shot. I’m bleeding.”  A hand painted completely crimson reached out, grabbing him by the leg of the pants.

[iscariotsdeputy]

@whitetail-wheaty​ liked the starter call for Rookie Staci!

    It was tough being the Rookie. It was tough having a lot of work. It was tough spending his days in an office or out dealing with some drunk driver speeding down the country roads of Hope County. It was even worse when the aforementioned drunks would taunt and tease him about his age, or lack thereof. Sure, okay, yeah, he was eighteen. Whatever. He couldn’t even legally drink yet and here he was, having to scold people who drank too much.

    But, y’know, there were good days. There were good duties. Like watching after the kid from the Whitetail Mountains. Wheaty. Sometimes the people living in the Whitetails had their things to do. Talk with cops, talk with rangers, talk with the Seeds, talk with whoever followed them. Shit was harmless, most of the time. Yet, when things were more serious, Staci often found himself over at the humble task of babysitting Wheaty. Yeah. The Probie was stuck with babysitting a kid. And today, they weren’t stuck in a bunker! Staci got permission to let the kid just run wild, wherever they wanted to go in the county, just as long as they were back by sundown. And, well, Eli was very serious about them not getting hurt, so that was another stipulation.

    “Alright, buckaroo! You're gonna be my honorable Deputy for the day! ” Staci knelt down and gently patted his hand on Wheaty’s shoulder. “The world’s our oyster today! We can go anywhere, it’s...just gotta be safe first! We could go to a lake, a camp, a diner, a mountain, a farm, the jail, a cabin, a...well, it’d be a heck of a lot easier to say where we couldn’t go. What’s got your interest?”

[abigail-marston]

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@whitetail-wheaty​

[badwclv]

(  MEME.  ) ━━━ accepting .

        @whitetail-wheaty  said :                         ❝   I’d come back to haunt you.

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❛  how  lovely ,  ❜          the  smile  on  the  big  brother’s  face  widened  when  he  leaned  down  to  the  boy ,  practically  sneering .  admittedly ,  had  it  been  eli  instead  of  his  mouthy  dog ,  jacob  would  not  have  hesitated  to  waste  the  bullet  ----------    however ,  this  one  was  more  useful  with  his  heart  still  beating  and  so  he  played  along .               ❛  but  i’m  not  doing  you  the  favor  of  letting  you  leave  so  soon ,  son .  though  i  invite  you  to  test  me .  ❜               jacob  took   the  knife  from  his  holster ,  held  the  blade  between  two  fingers  while  the  other  side  pointed  at  the  boy .

❛  go  on ,  take  the  chance .  be  a  hero ,  ❜               the  wolves  around  them  growled ,  waited  for  their  turn ,  a  signal  not  coming  from  their  master  but  his  prey .               ❛  just  know  that  killing  me  won’t  change  a  god  damn  thing .  i  don’t  need  to  be  alive  to  always  be . .  ❜               slowly ,  jacob  moved  his  hand  up  and  placed  it  on  top  of  the  boy’s  head .  the  initially  gentle  touch  got  tighter ,  fingers  pressing  onto  his  skull  as  if  trying  to  break  it .               ❛  ----------    right  here .  ❜

[magtitude]

@whitetail-wheaty | continued from here

Wheaty wasn’t just looking at her, he was glaring. Biting his lower lip, hesitating for a second. What he was about to do wasn’t very smart. But he saw no other way. What he had heard he couldn’t just ignore.

So despite being pale, despite having his arms shake a little, Wheaty raised the gun and levelled it to aim at Jemima’s chest.

“Is it true? Is it true that you are Seeds?”

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She was concerned, mostly for the way he was glaring at her and had wondered if she’d done or said anything to piss him off ( and even if it were “just teenager things”, she knew better than to just shrug him off ), but this question stuns her. Safe to say that now, with the gun levelled at her, she’s a bit scared.

“No.” Her first instinct is to deny, to cut the tie between her and them, but knows better to tell the truth in it’s entirety. Plus, if Jason were asked... well, he can’t act for shit. Jemima feels like she’s about to hyperventilate when she begins to clarify, struggling to keep her voice clear. “Not in a way that matters -- I didn’t even know them, ever, before. Barely talked to them before all this. Fuck’s sake, Wheaty, I was adopted when I was five and they probably don’t even know who I am, or who Jason is, anyway!”