#imunities

[outguilt]

THE AIR IS EERILY SILENT AROUND THEM ⎯  at least for the first hour. somewhere through the snow filled landscape, the young girl seems to get comfortable around him. or at the very least, uncomfortable with the silence. he's not sure which one it is nor does he get much of a chance to think about it before she's laughing at her own jokes and tossing out another. he lets her get a few more out before forcing himself to speak. not to shut her down, no, just to . . . add something to whatever the hell was going on. interacting with people was hard. " how do you know so many . . . jokes ? " / @imunities

[keepfight1n]

@imunities asked: ❛ why were they coming after you? ❜

it often felt as if he'd lived multiple lives before this one. there were chapters of his existence that he often wished he could redact. though it was all in the name of survival, the face of a girl with less freckles than the one asking the question was usually the one examining his choices in his dreams. speaking of it like a story as he was now almost seemed to be an exercise in perspective.

" it's pretty easy to make an enemy or two nowadays, " he begins. he's walking a dangerous line of perception that might be completely in his own control, but he still finds the words tangled on the tip of his tongue. HE HADN'T ALWAYS BEEN A MAN WORTH TRUSTING. of the few still standing that knew of the world before the outbreak, he was willing to bet that many of them hadn't kept their virtue in the fight to survive.

he just wasn't sure how much of that life he wanted ellie to know. he always seemed to give just a bit too much of himself away to easily retract.

" tess & i, we . . . well, we did business with a lot of people who shouldn't have been doin' business with anyone. " he wouldn't have guessed he would ever look back on smuggling fondly, but the mention of his partner did seem to brighten the memory. " deals weren't always honest. you win a fight with the wrong person, you've got a long line of fights headed your way. " he shrugs indifferently though the weight of those years still show in the lines of his face.

"hell, i'd probably still be in the same boat if . . . " if it hadn't been for you. joel would certainly be worse off in more than one way had it not been for her. " well, let's just say i'm glad it's behind me. "

[jukkotsu]

* ❝ how did you sleep ? ❞ tone polite, soft in a way that is welcoming. enveloping. yūta has his eyes on ellie and they stay there, encouraging. the cold seeps through his uniform, but yūta pays it no mind. actually — he's a bit worried she's cold. everyone was always bundled, here, for the winter. yūta was no different, and he starts patting his pockets down, looking for a hot pack. ❝ i had a strange dream in the night. you were in it. ❞ @imunities responds, and it catches the boy off guard, hot pack forgotten. ❝ oh. i - i was ? ❞ he questions, the corners of his mouth pulling up into embarrassed smile.

❝ you calling it [ . . . ] weird, worries me. what happened ? ❞

[executon]

✮        \        ₁₀.        [ 𝐓̲ ]𝗁𝖾   ‚̲　\       LAST      OF      US        ﹞       :        𝙰𝚁𝙲 𝚇       ¿        ...        ₂₀₃₃.       [ 𝐒̲ ]𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀  ‚̲        \       WYOMING         ﹞        :         𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍        ¿.

jackson afforded her a domesticity so rare that even her life pre-outbreak could not have anticipated.        no longer does she have an iron grip on the trigger of her gun,        — - NO LONGER DOES CASSANDRA HAUNT HER WAKING NIGHTMARES.        no longer is her face plastered on every person she kills.        now,        she wakes to the sounds of birds chirping and spends her mornings tending to the earth        — -        for this,        𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝗽𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀.        [       a yearning to make more life than she took       — -       a desperate inclination for growth and renewal.       ]

with all the years that have passed,        there was no expectation to once again cross paths with joel.        it was a thought that crossed her mind,       of course,        but she never let it linger long enough.        THERE IS PAIN IN MEMORY.        to see him now,        after all she’s been through without him,        after how much she’s grown...        a trickle of indignation runs down her throat.        a remembrance of the unyielding fortress surrounding his tired heart,        the very same one she tried to break down years ago.        (       a begging to be understood        — -        a begging to be loved       ). 

✮        \        [ 𝐈̲ ]       NEED   ‚̲　A       FATHER         ﹞       :        𝙸 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳       ¿        ...        ᴬ ᴹᴼᵀᴴᴱᴿ   ‚̲       𝗶       need   ‚̲         𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋        ᴬᴺᴰ        WISER BEING        𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜   ‚̲         𝙸    𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙺    𝚃𝙾    𝙶𝙾𝙳    𝙱𝚄𝚃    𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝚂𝙺𝚈    𝙸𝚂    𝙴𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚈.         ¿.

their reunion was bittersweet.        filled with anecdotes of time long past and moments almost forgotten.        joel stood in the city center to what almost seemed like his downfall,        𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑎𝘩 𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑤?        an exhale,        IT WAS ALLIE.        they talk.        she jests on the alarming presence of wrinkles on his face,        (       𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎       ).        he retorts by commenting on the length of her hair,        (       why do you insist on taking care of others,        but not yourself?       ).        it is the simple pleasantries,        nowhere yet prepared to address all the words said in boston        — -        all the pain they’ve carried. 

...        ₀₀.       [ 𝑊̲ ]𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇  ‚̲　\       @imunities         ﹞        :         𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽        ¿.   

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗺,        and it doesn’t take a genius to see what they’ve built        — -        what trust and familial pattern forms their bond.        this girl is what allie wanted to be for joel eighteen years ago.        she observes them,        for a while.        magnetic blue crescents gaze back and forth,        from father to daughter.        an unfamiliar constriction on her jaw suddenly present.        however,        just as the greens began to grow once more,        TIME HAS HEALED HER WOUNDS.        perhaps not completely,        but enough to edge her close to the girl        — -        a hand extended offering freshly dried persimmons from her garden.        (       a gesture of warmth in an otherwise winter storm       ).        ❛        TRY THESE,        not to brag but these are the best persimmon's you'll ever taste in your life.        ❜

[roseguided]

𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 her daughter. from an early age, as early as she can remember, ellie had been stubborn. a trait she had inherited from her mother & one they often butt heads on for at least a little while. both of them were argumentative, had strong opinions, & wanted their voices to be heard. an asset in most cases in the world ellie was born into it—anna remembers as a teen & young woman how she’d get looks, mostly from men, whenever she stood her ground. she remembers how she was called ‘difficult’ by more than one uptight doctor in the hospital. it’s a comfort to know that ellie won’t face, as much, that sort of behavior. that anna has raised her not take shit from anyone.

@imunities said, " I WOULD NEVER LET A BOY BEAT ME AT ANYTHING. "

mother allows grin to overtake her lips, the back of her hand brushing away gathering sweat from her forehead. fuck, it was hot. had it always been this goddamn hot in the summer ? —- with the end of the world, you’d think stopping the climate crisis would cool things off a bit as nature reclaimed everything. eyes return to ellie.

❛ why would you ? ❜ asks anna as a genuine question. hands return to her hips where they rest, shelter should be up ahead from where she scouted that morning. ❛ when i was your age, guys were used to winning jus’ about everything. now, not so much, & if they think they can jus’ ‘cause you’re a girl . . ❜ the mother pauses for just a second to take in a breath, ❛ fuck em. you can do anythin’ & probably better too. ❜

[isatartdump]

could i humbly request.... some sifloop doodles 🙏 they deserve nothing but happiness, i want them to be happy 😭

YESS... Hi Minhmynchi...... Sorry for the time...........

Yes I will appologise on all asks...... Cuz they're all old....... From last month....

[mintaikk]

Venom after abandoning his entire species and planet for some sad wet white guy he's known for like a day

[teazingsassy]

it was supposed to be you and me

[keepfight1n]

@imunities asked: over my dead body.

ㅤㅤHER MESSAGE HAD BEEN CLEAR. and even if it hadn't been, her silence certainly was. he recalls the fear with startling clarity: it was the type to make your blood run cold even in the dead of summer, dry heat be damned. a note left in her absence ── he was foolish to be stunned even for a second at her quest for the truth. foolish still to think that fear was somehow worse than grieving someone still alive.

ㅤㅤellie had stayed true to her word. he couldn't remember the last time they'd spoken outside of hopeful pleasantries in the public eye. she was often the topic of his every conversation with everyone else, still trying desperately to be a part of the life he'd fought for her to have.

ㅤㅤhe'd meant for this conversation to be just like the others: protective & absent. the group of travelers passing through hadn't been able to supply much in terms of goods but had delivered more than their fair share of information. they'd lost a few men, some ravaged, some bitten, when they'd run into infected migrating in the opposite direction. with a storm on the horizon & a threat not too far out, he hadn't thought twice to ask tommy to adjust patrol schedules. keep the kids back. tommy had agreed. let ellie know before she gets ready to head out. a fool yet again: TELL HER YOURSELF.

ㅤㅤjoel had found her in the stables. like a man with a death wish, he wasted no time in announcing his intentions. though he knew she wouldn't react kindly to his meddling in her schedule, he knew she no longer held the patience to tolerate him for longer than was necessary. one day he would learn.

OVER MY DEAD BODY.

ㅤㅤhad the situation been different, he may have rolled his eyes at the dramatics. instead, he readies his shoulders for a battle he was at fault for starting. " ellie, you've got no business goin' out there lookin' for something we're not prepared for. " stay here where you're safe. he would take her anger tenfold if it meant the risk was mitigated. " this isn't an argument. "

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Legolas: *drinking something from his flask*

Arwen: what’s that?

Legolas: oh, it’s just a drink. It’s an alcohol i created specifically to my taste.

Arwen: that’s so cool! Can i try some?

Legolas: ye- no.....

Arwen: what, why not? You let me try all the other kinds of silvan food and drinks from you, so why not this? Is it because you think i can’t handle it.

Legolas: no, no, and it’s not so much as a silvan thing as it is a family thing, and that “thing” is that my family likes to spice our food and beverages with poison.

Arwen: what

Legolas: yeah, so let’s not accidentally poison you.

Arwen:

Arwen: WTF

——————————-later ————————-

Arwen and family + legolas at the dinning table

Arwen: hey, so did you know that legolas drinks poison?

Elrond: *chokes on drink* wHAT-

Legolas: Arwen, you traitor!

Elladan: bro, what the fuck!?!

Legolas: in my defense, it’s not as if it can do anything to me at this point!

Legolas: let me spice my wine with some belladona in peace!

Elrohir: but why? How did you even get to this point???

Legolas:

Legolas: extenuated circumstances.

[luxlier]

my first post in years and it's cringe ✊🏻😞

(the full of bottom right is on my Instagram since I don't think I can get away with it here)

[hellfireloserclub]

Bat chow.

[your-littlesecret]

what if i fucking dieeeeeeee

[roseguided]

𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊. of course, she’s afforded glimpses of it. in movies, in books, in stories, & in the rotting buildings & items left behind by those who once used them. searching a house could bring the image of a young teenagers room stuck in time, an abandoned crib at the bedside of a couples bed. little things, too, like journals tucked away under mattresses or dusty, cracked glass pictures on walls. in some ways it could be saddening to think people’s lives were uprooted, to know they might be dead. but, that was then & this . . it’s all they will ever know. survival, endurance.

@imunities said, “ LET’S STAY ON OUR TOES. “

words aren’t something ellie needs to tell dina more than once. even from where they are, masks over faces, ears listen close & she can hear the clicking, groaning, of clickers near by. the woman chuckles, gun held in her hand: ❛ you don’t have-ta tell me twice, ❜ she says, ❛ dark places like these give me the shivers, el. dark, damp, perfect for fungus to grow . . the fuck knows what. ❜ what could be worse than a bloater ? hand reaches out to touch girlfriends arm, ❛ you okay ? we’ve been running around a lot today. ❜ dina knows one thing herself . . she’s tired.

[repositoryofmalarky]

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[megastrikeback]

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