#scavengurs

[ladyintree]

@scavengurs said, "you're good at this."

she doesn't register her voice right away, too focused on the task at hand. maybe it's tedious to someone else, but for tai, chopping wood has become a way to calm herself down as she releases whatever frustration has built up ( around here, there's enough of that. ) still, she doesn't stop what she's doing right away, slamming her axe into the next piece of wood and letting it fall before she takes a deep breath and turns her body to look at the other. the back of her hand brushes over her forehead to wipe the sweat, and she shrugs her shoulders.

❝  keeps me busy, ❞  she says, because while she takes pride in any compliment she gets,  she won't bask in it now,  not with the way it started  (  it's easier here than it was out there,  but the same thoughts of this strange captivity she feels she's stuck in creep into her mind regardless. )   ❝  —- you ever try it?  it’s good for getting the anger out.  trust me.  ❞   

[doomdays]

@scavengurs said, ‘wait here, i’m gonna go check it out.’

ellis doesn't wait a second before reaching out his hand, grabbing onto jay's forearm and stopping them before he goes anywhere. his head shakes, warning him that no, that's not an option. he might not have a lot of faith in his father right now, but that doesn't mean he can ever shake his voice in the back of his head, guiding him through moments like this --- we don't leave anyone behind. there's a reason they came out here together, and ellis isn't about to walk back onto the university's grounds without his friend next to him.

❝  you know i'm not doin' that, ❞ he warns, eyes meeting jay's as he lets out a small scoff. ❝  we go together, or you don't go anywhere. alright? ❞ it's not a warning or a threat; it's just his attempt at not losing anyone else. jay can handle themself, that's always been clear, but ellis still doesn't want him to go at it alone. ❝  so let's go, ❞ he says, giving no room to argue.

[manslaught]

3. what is your muse’s biggest regret?

she kind of regrets not letting herself be closer with her siblings. she grew up completely alone, with no siblings on her dad's side (probably for the best, since he was a horrible enough parent to one kid), so before she was claimed, the idea of having siblings was a little appealing, because it meant she didn't have to be alone anymore. but then she was claimed by aphrodite, so she realized most of her siblings would be able to know that she's not straight at all, which means she had to keep her distance from them and use their completely opposite interests as an excuse. she actually likes most of them and doesn't look down on them as much as she lets on, despite thinking they're kind of dumb for not taking training as seriously as they should, but being close to any of them while she's still in the closet just doesn't feel like an option.

the regret deepened after silena's death, because silena was one of her favorites, despite them not being close at all, so after she died in the war, mikayla realized that even her siblings weren't safe, despite most of their auras being weaker than other demigods, giving them a better chance at survival (not mikayla, because she's related to more than just aphrodite, so she has a stronger aura, but not the point). still, the possibility of losing more wasn't enough to overcome her fear of opening up to them, which is a little stupid, since they already know the truth about her, regardless of how close she is to any of them, but it's always been easier to avoid it. at this point, it feels like she's distanced herself from the rest of cabin ten for so long that even when she does eventually accept herself completely, she's not sure if a good relationship with them is even possible, forcing her to be an outcast from them forever.

also, she regrets not killing her dad, but that's an obvious one.

[flxmekeepr]

the offered rag is red within seconds ( her knife tucked away securely in its place now ); scrubbed over her skin until it was as clear as it was going to get. there was only so much she could do without water. the red stains that felt so odd on her skin would have to stick around for a little while longer. a fact that made her highly uncomfortable but she couldn't waste drinking water on such a silly little thing. it was too hot for that. if she intended to survive until they were safe again, she needed to simply deal with it.

she glances at him and tucks the rag away into her pocket for now; fully intending on washing it clean later and giving it back. even if he wasn't expecting it back, jules wasn't one to accept an offering without returning it somehow. she didn't like owing anyone. even if there wasn't an ounce of expectation from the other party. it was drilled into her and had been since she was barely a teenager.

" hey, " she pulls out her water and takes a small sip before offering it to adrian. he would do the same for her, she knew. she shrugs lazily and offers him the smallest attempt at a smile. she wasn't good at this. not really. comforting had never been her strong suit. but she would do her best. " it's not your fault. shit happens. as long as you're not planning on turning on me later, we're fine. "

it's a thin strip of alleyway they'd been corralled into, the opposing end deliberately obstructed with debris - a chokepoint of a former trap, if adrian had to guess. whatever bandits once patrolled the area seem to be long gone - perhaps they're even the corpses dribbling blood onto the sun-bleached pavement. adrian's foot prods idly at the infected nearest to him, a not-quite-gentle appraisal of its current status - and after a beat, he's satisfied its met its end.

his own blade is sheathed with ease, a pair of rags produced in its place - kept in a jacket pocket for this exact purpose. one is delicately offered to juliette, pinched beneath his forefinger and thumb in attempt to preserve its relative cleanliness (until jules can ruin that pristineness on her own) while its twin held in adrian's left hand, scrubbing vigorously at the afflicted skin of his jaw.

“i think i'm good.” it's stated with a wariness, but adrian's more confident than he sounds - there's no immediate, insistent pain anywhere, and that ensures him that he's unscathed. the jackhammer beating of his heart has quietened, too - but he still feels a pulse thrumming harshly in the space behind his ear, a loud rush that leaves him dizzy, and he tries to exhale slowly to release some of the adrenaline. “i didn't - i didn't see them. fuck. i'm sorry.”

[terrifyingstories3]

spell out your url using characters you love from any media. then, tag as many people as there are letters in your url (or however many you'd like!) inspired by the song titles dashboard game.

taissa turner, yellowjackets elena gilbert, the vampire diaries rose hathaway, vampire academy raven reyes, the 100 isabella tavez, good trouble fiona gallagher, shameless yelena belova, marvel isabelle lightwood, shadowhunters nikita mears, nikita ginny miller, ginny & georgia scott mccall, teen wolf thea queen, arrow octavia blake, the 100 ryan fletcher, nikita emily fields, pretty little liars sydney sage, va/bloodlines

tagged by: myself tagging: @lingeringscars, @serendpitous, @inflame, @doomdays, @heruglyphs, @galaxye, @scavengurs, @warpainte, @sourfilm, @jupiter3, @godblooded, @lahiey, @sacraementals, @trustchaos, @bruiseeasily, @wyrdbones

[survivedsarchived]

#surviveds — a mixed canon + original multimuse, written by coty (26, trans man). low activity. plot-driven threads are priority + my preference.

primarily focused on apocalyptic media & themes. predominant muses are currently alex, garrett, theo, and fletcher. (updated 7/18)

CURRENTLY ON A SEMI-HIATUS. i have summer-based seasonal depression so my energy is very low currently <3 replies/activity will be even slower than usual

adrian, jay and micah have been moved to @scavengurs, a multimuse dedicated to their specific universe

tector from falling skies can be found @serge4nt

links — rules / character page (individual muse pages are still a work in progress.)

[doomdays-a]

@scavengurs​   ╱  ❝  how did that feel?  -----  because it looked like it felt really good.  ❞

[buildhope]

a kiss to alden's forehead, love jay.   ╱  @scavengurs​.

his features turn bashful before jay’s lips even meet his forehead,  a grin spreading over his lips as his eyes close and take in the comfort of the action.  cheeks redden,  and he instantly lets out a soft chuckle,  looking up at jay with nothing but adoration in his eyes.  

❝  doesn’t really seem fair,  huh?  ❞   he asks,  tongue clicking at the roof of his mouth as his eyes scan jay’s.  ❝  can’t really plant one on ya like that  ---   ❞    he trails off,  noting the differences in their height  --  not something he’s insecure about,  but something he does admire about jay.  

his hand moves to his elbow,  slowly sliding down until it reaches their hand,  holding onto it so softly,  despite the callouses on his own hands.  ❝  what was that for anyway?   musta done somethin’ right,  huh? ❞ 

[emorality]

@scavengurs​    ╱    ❝  i think we should stay here.   at least for a little while  ---  scope it out,  take a few days,  decide then if it’s worth it.  we don’t have to let our guards down.  i won’t.  but maybe it’s worth thinking about.  ❞   she pauses,  looking up to jay as she waits for any indication on what they’re feeling  (  the truth is,  she’s not entirely sure how she feels yet,  either,  she just knows she has to give it a real chance.  )  ❝  we got shit left for rations.  it has to be worth something.  ❞ 

[flemkepa]

“take me with you.”  【  @scavengurs​​​​  】

the more people she can get to stand by her side,  the more hope she has.  deep down,  a part of her still wants to believe that her father can change his mind  ---  that his whole life’s work for this can be to get them back to the ground,  rather than to another world with so much uncertainty.  she has been fighting to save the earth for years,  and then she lost it  ---  there’s nothing that’s going to hold her back from leaving this bunker now that she has the chance to live outside of it.  but the rational side of her knows that bill is never going to budge ( if he was the kind of person,  maybe he would have heard what she and her mother had been telling him for years  ---  maybe he would see more in reese than just his pawn.  )  

❝  we’d be lucky to have you,  jay.  ❞   if their hope is to rebuild this world,   then people like him are exactly the kind of people she wants by her side.  ❝  you’re going to be okay.   we’re going to be okay.   ❞

[coincount]

@scavengurs​ said: “can you walk?” from jay.

The emission station out in Section 13 is pretty far out -- the truck gives them an hour of silence to fill, and the ripped out radio while some newbie tinkers with upping the bass or some shit leaves Abby with one arm resting on the open window and the other on the wheel. (Reports of Infected in the area on the last sweep. Bring an extra mag. No mention of Scars. Too far out from the Island. Over and out.) It feels like there’s nothing there except industrial plants, but there’s a Home Depot on the other side of the interstate and a golf course where Manny found a clicker in a cashmere golfing vest and a golf ball embedded into the back of its skull. Most fucked up Infected run-in goes to...?)

Abby hops down from the truck and stretches. She hears the click in her back as her arms jut back, and the twist of her neck that’s been aching for the past two fucking weeks with the cot Manny’d gambled her out of. The sound of the engine must’ve alerted them -- she hoists her backpack over her shoulders, slides the hunting rifle over the top, and pauses.

                 “Wait. Hear that?”   Grunting. Yelling. Shrieking. Right on cue, she counts two, three, four Infected hurtling through the door to an old supermarket across the street (the frayed fire exit door sign’s faded in the sunlight, but fuck, the noise it makes when it slams into the wall behind is enough to make her jump, and she readies her gun from the back of the truck.)

They’re beating a hard path straight across to them, and there’s no doubt about to be more if they’re not careful. There’s a curdling growl and a gnash of teeth she can fucking hear from there, and one goes down with a quick headshot.

“Fuck -- we’ve gotta move. Your left!”    Three runners, they can deal with. But Abby’s head twists quickly to the metal fencing, and that’s when she sees it. There’s a fucking horde. The metal’s bowing under the fucking force of at least ten. Fingers are clawing through it. Her stomach turns, and they bolt toward the door the other side of the building.

These boots are old, but comfortable, and she thinks the tread’s beginning to wane a little, so when she trips -- skids, really, on a bundled up mound of fucking garbage that some asshole’d left hidden round the side of the building -- and goes flying forward, her ankle twists with a quiet crack and she lands face first against the dirt. The impact shoots up her leg, hard, and billows out a dust cloud as she draws herself up onto her elbows and stifles a fucking whimper. Fuck.

(The screams are louder. Closer. A gunshot that isn’t hers takes out the runner that’s hurtling straight toward her, and Abby flips herself onto her back as she reaches out to her foot. Fuck.)

                                         Can you walk? 

             “Mother- fuck!-”   She’s had worse. She’s been through worse and lived. This isn’t going to be how she fucking dies. Taken out by a twisted fucking ankle? She won’t die today. 

“I’m -- go.”   She reaches for the handgun twisted into her pant leg and scuttles back on her forearms. The door to the station isn’t too far -- twenty, thirty metres tops, and Jay offers out a hand. She takes it, balancing onto her good foot, and hoists herself up with his weight. She doesn’t know if she can walk, but holy fuck, she’s got to.

                       “Let’s -- get the fuck out of here.”

[surviveds-arc]

hi everyone i’m stupid lol and have moved again. i just never really found myself organized/comfortable on this blog after impulse deleting bc i was just.. tired but! i’m trying to be a little less Chaotic now.. there’s some changes to the list and chars from @scavengurs have been condensed into it but overall its gonna be same stuff just put together slightly better ! no need to feel like you have to follow, it’s all good if ur not interested <3

[irradiateds]

tbh thinking about writing here makes me feel really weird skjnksjdn i’m just not really comfortable so idk i’ll be on @scavengurs and @apocstle ✌️

[manslaught]

@scavengurs: you're fucking with me, aren't you?

“believe it or not, i'm not always a bitch.” just the vast majority of the time. it's easier that way, being unlikeable, all rough edges, because if nobody can touch her, nobody can hurt her. but she is capable of more when she tries to be—it takes more effort than it should, forcing herself to think of someone else, but it's still possible.

bag is emptied onto the table before them, four books falling out, along with some of her weapons—she doesn't know which books they are, not caring enough to decode the covers, but they're in decent condition, no missing pages, no mold growing on them. admittedly, she wouldn't have even noticed them if she hadn't shot at something right beside them, causing them to fall off the shelf of the abandoned house, but once she had, she'd grabbed them without a second thought. not necessarily out of the kindness of her heart, but simply because they were there, she was there, so why the fuck not?

“for the record, i didn't go out looking for them, like some nerd. they were just—there.”

[manslaught]

the look of annoyed judgement on her face reminds mikayla that despite her brutality, her comfort with being here, a gun in her hand, rather than in front of a mirror, she's still a daughter of aphrodite—the urge to argue that they're not even in the same category feels just as natural as a headshot, and she has to grind her teeth to stop herself, smother the spark of indignation that alights in her chest. she glances out of the window once more, ironically calmed by the sight of the lifeless bodies. she'd already proved herself. she doesn't need to argue.

her instinctual defiance almost tells her not to follow, because she's fine up here, especially if she has a weapon in her hand, but she's just self aware enough to know she'd only be doing it to be difficult, so she trails behind him. “most people,” she repeats, like that alone is reason for her not to take it. “i like being out here.” maybe it's the roman in her, wanting to be on foot, not safe behind the walls or maybe it's simpler than that—she doesn't want to be bored, which is just the same as being safe.

she doesn't know what the others say about her, because she doesn't care enough to pay any attention, but she almost wonders if any of them find it concerning, how much she enjoys being in danger. she can't explain it to any of them, either, because how can she tell them that being out here, killing things that used to be people, feels like home? it's almost better, because shooting at dummies and targets in the arena aren't the same. this feels like better practice, though she knows better than to call it that with anyone else.

“i can help up there, if you need, but i'm not staying. not enough adrenaline in it for me.” because what comes first to her isn't what's best for the university, for the others, but always herself—as helpful as she's willing to be, that won't change.

this is an exercise that should be conducted by jay or mason or someone else genuinely within the guard - but adrian's built up a heap of respect and trust with them, and the safety of the university is his concern, as well. he likes knowing the capabilities of their fighters. who fits best for scouting missions and recon, or search and destroy - it isn't often they go on the offensive, actively seeking out nests to burn, but it's something adrian hopes to commit to on a larger scale soon. mikayla could be an asset for that.

and he wants to get to know her beyond her skill, too - but that's an undertaking for later. (the trek home, maybe.) now, he only stands in silence, a brow arched as he studies her grip and stance; it isn't long before he's experiencing that same feeling of awe he's heard in so many voices. she knows what she's doing - how and why are still a mystery, and conversations regarding her are always rife with speculation.

he doesn't vocally participate in the gossip, but he listens.

there's a slight ringing in his ears from the rifle reports. there's never a physical reaction - he'd been cured of jumping at shots in his childhood, when his grandfather taught him the basics of a firearm for self-defense - but the ringing always remains. adrian rotates his jaw in minute circles as he studies the carnage on the streets, eyes flitting towards the dark storefronts to see if any bleeders they might contain were alerted by the shots - but it all seems hush, a quiet that bites at the nape of his neck, leaving him with an uneasy feeling rising in the back of his throat.

“well, you can join the club,” he says, somewhat flatly. adrian glances behind them, down the stairs, before jerking his head in that direction. “come on. let's go, before whatever comes to investigate sees us.” he doesn't offer to relieve her of the weapon as he begins to jog down the steps, two at a time, throwing words over his shoulder as he goes. “aim like that, you could stay up on the walls back at campus. a lot cushier of a job than bein' out in the open. most people would jump at a post like that.”

[buildhope]

“NO ONE GOES OUT ALONE.”    ╱    @scavengurs​

❝  yeah,  okay,  alright.  i get ahead of myself sometimes,  ❞   he admits.  ❝  i was just thinkin’ i need to get out there,  start collectin’ some more material  ----   ya think we can get a crew together sometime this week?  ❞   he pauses,  shrugging his shoulders.  ❝  or,  i mean,  if you’re lookin’ for a little vacation  ---  ain’t gonna mind your company,  ❞   he insists.