#missmvrder

[isolatednights]

aiyla had always been told the pain of loss eased with time ⸻ yet the memories still tugged at her heartstrings like nothing else. she hums softly in agreement, "it certainly was a sight." there's more at the tip of her tongue ( the admission that once, she'd wanted a bunch of kids of her own, but that seems to private of a truth to share ⸻ not when she knows such a thing would only caused looks of pity or question her sanity for wishing such a thing in this sort of world ). "so much glitter. i would find it weeks later clinging to the most random items." blue hues flicker over his attire as her head tilts slightly in interest to his admission. "it's safe to assume that when we scavenge for clothing and i pick something out that it's something you would have worn previously then? that'll just leave making you something you'd actually like that much easier as well," the latter bit more so mumbled to herself than anything.

one thing at a time. at the very least, she could manage that. releasing a soft puff of a breath, her head inclined to a nod ⸻ happy to leave everything else to him for the time being at least. at the mention of stopping for the evening however, hues flicker down the street toward the remaining houses they have to hit. there's a temptation to push him into looking through them, but the light is growing scarce, so with a sigh, she too concedes to this. "please don't tell me you'll be referring to me as machete from now on," she murmurs, giving his arm a little nudge as she steps around him back toward the house they've been hunkering down into. "and if you are, just know it's fair game for me to come up with something for you in turn."

It was easy to forget that there had been a life before this, that everyone had been someone else. Many people didn't like to talk about the before, the person they were once being gone entirely. Others seemed to only want to talk about the before and these were the kind of people Hudson tended to avoid. There was no use in trying to relive to good old day, they were gone forever and nothing would bring back the world they once knew. Maybe it seemed harsh to some but Hudson was all about surviving now and the dwelling didn't help. "God, you being swarmed by tiny humans is something I'd love to see," he said with a laugh. "Was there a lot of glitters involved?" Maybe back then they could have been something, Hudson wasn't the monster he had become. Or maybe that monster was there, inside of him, ready to come out and it only needed the right conditions to do so. That was what he told himself, when the guilt of his action was too strong, that it was in his nature. More than anything, it was a way for him to discharge all responsibilities of his actions, to not bear the weight of it. And Aiyla, she made him want to do both, to accept the full consequences of his actions and to run away from them as far as possible. "The end of the world has not changed much to my style." It wasn't entirely true, but he had never been the suit and tie kind of guy either. "Of course it will be magnificent. I'm already sorry for laughing about it and can't wait to wear what will be the greatest blob of wool of all time."

There had been comfort in Aiyla depending so heavily on him, some sick way of knowing she needed him and would stay by his side. It allowed him to feel good about himself, to be the hero for once and it wasn't a feeling he wanted to let go anytime soon. But he needed to, for her own good. There was no telling if Hudson would always be there, not that it would happen by choice, but Aiyla needed to be able to defend herself. "Right now, that's enough. If you focus on too many things at once, you're not really focusing on anything." There was endurance, speed and strength, all things that they all needed to work on all the time but that could come later. If she was able to stand her ground, that would be a good start. "Come on machete, for tonight it's enough."

[scmethingsweet]

❝ You know you're terrible at pretending like you've not been watching me for the past twenty minutes. ❞

|| Closed Starter || @missmvrder ||

[sunliights]

a continuation from here for @missmvrder

lula found herself staring at juniper, trying to decipher if she was some cruel mirage her mind had conjured up. she'd been entirely confused when she'd left the crash site and it wouldn't surprise her if that hadn't eased off giving the unsettling conditions she'd been surviving in. "i'm — i'm fine," it came out with a laugh of disbelief. since beyond being a little bashed, bruised and hungry she was actually okay. better than some people she'd seen at the site of the crash. she couldn't stop herself from moving closer again, having to reach for juniper to touch her to ensure that she was real. "how are you? are you okay?"

[kiillerqueen]

Logan knows that today is suppose to be a good day , but he can't help but be distracted by the unfamiliar face. His first thought had been to question when Celia started keeping secrets from him. Something he knew he'd question his baby sister on later. For now his focus is on the male. " Don't bother to tell me your name because I don't care to learn it. What I do care to know his your intentions with my sister. " Logan hadn't even taken the time to introduce himself , but he is damn sure that Celia has warned the male about him. || @missmvrder ||

[blindspct]

@missmvrder liked this post for a closed starter

first and foremost, the last thing that michael should be doing was drinking himself to the point where he felt like it was a good idea to snatch the microphone mid song from the wedding singer. secondly, he was definitely going to regret this in the morning. "hey," he started, his voice slightly slurred, "hey! there's, ya know, something i want to say." he added and took a healthy gulp of the bourbon in his glass as his eyes met his best friend's, "i just wanted you to know that i'm happy for the two of ya. real, real happy," he paused, a small shake of his head following, "but i don't think i'm as happy as i would have been if you would've chosen me. gotta say, it hurts to be a second choice right now. i guess this is also a hell of a time to admit i'm in love with you too, huh?"

[twistedthings]

@missmvrder liked THIS for a small spooky thing x

Devo's head tilted as he leaned against the glass door of the cooler he was holding open to look at the assortments of drinks the gas station had when some noisy locals came in talking loudly about the recent murders. His brown eyes met the others and he furrowed his brow to silently ask if they were hearing the same crazy story he was before the locals walked away and Devon grabbed a ginger ale before moving over to where the other was. "Did you hear all that? Fuckin' weird, man. A whole family dead with no known cause of death? Weird." Sure there were plenty of things that could kill people without leaving a trace but for a whole family to be killed was strange.

[analoghorrors]

closed with. @missmvrder, eleanor and character of your choice information. based on this in which the dead have started roaming the universe, eating anyone they can find and creating more of them. eleanor tried to make it on her own for the first time and ended up getting badly hurt. while trying to find help, she ends up on your character's front door.. this post was made using beta editor

leaving the comfort of her village had been a conscious decision that she was proud of, believe it or not. eleanor was confident in her ability to stay alive and to kill in order to protect herself. the villagers had always been close-knit and in an end-of-the-world scenario, they became even more protective of each other. they learned to fight, learned to survive, learned to adapt together.. but eleanor was tired of living within the protection of the walls. she just wanted to know she could survive on her own.

the first few days proved to be easy enough- she found shelter, ate some of the canned goods she packed in her bag and caught up on her reading. there were a lot less zombies in the area than she expected. it gave her a great sense of confidence and accomplishment.. but then the fifth night came. eleanor awoke to the sound of scratching on the shed's door; one of the lessons she had seemingly forgot was to never let herself get trapped.

her heart is pounding so hard that it overtakes the sound of the scratching. she begins packing up her things, careful not to make too much noise. with an axe in hand, eleanor prepares to exit the shed with force. the zombie is knocked back, giving her time to decapitate it. just as she's about to celebrate, twigs start to snap and she quickly realizes that she's about to be surrounded by the undead— how so many had managed to creep up on her would be a question that has to remain unanswered. the femme sprints towards the first opening she sees. unfortunately for her, she failed to see the edge of a cliff through all of the trees and bushes.

the stumble knocks the wind completely out of her. eleanor knows all too well that this can't be her final resting spot; who knows if the zombies would follow her down. she continues onward for as long as she can but the longer she limps, the weaker she gets. eventually eleanor collapses at the end of what seems to be a rocky driveway.

the world blurs. is this it? what if the zombies were right behind her? she has to get up. eleanor's mind races for a few minutes before it quiets as she passes out from the pain and shock..

[touchbased]

muse: talita roberio. late twenties. manager at a dying clothing store and occasional uber driver. impulsive, reckless, prone to crying when she faces the consequences of her own actions. open to: m/f/nb based (on the second bullet).

"i just want to forget, you know?" tone is no doubt more whiny, more desperate than she'd normaly like, but what's a girl to do when she's just been dumped? when she's convinced the only person on the planet able to make her feel better is seemingly hesitant? "please, make me forget." / @missmvrder

[heartflt]

♡ closed starter for @missmvrder based on this post.

when theo snaps out of his shock, he clears his throat and steps aside, gesturing her inside. "please? you need to get out of that. it's freezing. maybe i can make you some coffee," he manages to offer without acknowledging the confusion of seeing her again.

[svftlove]

@missmvrder based on. ♥

"i know it's late, and i probably should've called. " words escape plump petals in a low murmur, honeyed hues glancing up to meet the familiarty of his gaze. desire is building steadily within her, an electric current that seems to hum in the air between them. "but i needed to see you."

[waveofstars]

@missmvrder | devin & amelia

Morning shift at the local garage, on call at the motel all night. Work didn't seem to end for Devin ever since he got out. That felt good to him. It kept his hands and mind busy; it gave him a purpose. His mother liked to think it was him punishing himself, but he didn't want to think like that even if it was the truth.

Like most nights, he was exhausted. Fingers were sore, still stained with black oil that felt too impossible to scrub off. He stood outside his room at the motel and smoked a cigarette instead of sinking into bed. He wandered to the ice machine with a small empty bucket and attempted to retrieve ice. It sputtered out a noise and only gave a few cubes. He cursed under his breath and bashed his fist against the top. He had just fixed the damned thing. He heard footsteps approaching behind him as he gave it another smack. "Sorry," he grumbled, cigarette at the side of his lips. "This thing has a temper." Finally, it sprung back to life. He stepped back to let the guest get their share of ice and blew smoke in the opposite direction. Before he could get another word out, his eyes met hers and he was suddenly thrown back to a time almost forgotten. Devin stood there like a damn ghost, unmoving and silent. It was her.

[scmethingsweet]

❝ You're our guest so you shouldn't be out here. Plus shouldn't you be with Celia? I'm sure she will be showing you off to her friends soon enough. ❞

|| Closed Starter || @missmvrder ||

[sunliights]

a closed starter for @missmvrder featuring summer and something apocalyptical.

"you could at least thank me for saving you," summer huffed, pushing her hair back from her face. everything had become transactional as of late and so she couldn't really blame them if they were concerned about something like that.

[kiillerqueen]

" Did you get tired of the big city life? " Gill laughs awkwardly as he unexpectly runs into his ex. || @missmvrder ||

[whispercddesires]

“what do i have to do or say for you to notice that i’m in love with you?” / @missmvrder

[hlfmoonshine]

"who raised you like that?" nellie asked, her boots kicking up dust as she padded up to the fence. "who raised you to think that you knew better than everyone else, i mean." she'd never claim to know much, save for when she was on the track, but she could tell when someone thought they knew best. "it's an arrogant look, you know." she wasn't fuming, but she was damn close. @missmvrder