#thewolfruns

[someotherdog]

@thewolfruns / sonny & dottie! / outside bj's minute mart after two am.

since that night he came across dottie novak in bj's after work, he visited the store every night afterwards. for a whole week, he had been kicking his own ass for not being confident enough to ask for her number. katie briar had killed his self-esteem long ago and kim liu hammered the nails into its coffin not long after. sometimes he hooked up with newcomers, but they rarely turned into anything real and most of the time, their new toy shine faded until he couldn't distinguish them from the rest of boot hill's citizens. he was lonely and never would he readily admit that. so, instead of trying to seek dottie out—boot hill was only so big sometimes—he just hoped she'd have another late night craving for jiffy pop and surge cola.

it had been a week though, and nary a glimpse of her striking blonde hair and catlike eyes. sonny almost convinced himself to give up hope; perhaps dottie had been a newcomer that actually left town (though sonny wasn't consciously aware she couldn't leave, he didn't put much stock into the theory) or had been some ghost out of a sixties movie. perhaps boot hill was keeping her away for him. he promised himself this would be the last night he'd sit outside bj's for hours. dottie hadn't even said she was interested in him and yet he was giving devotion that he used to—and occasionally still did—give to katie. what a pathetic loser i am, he thought, the lovesick macclean. his one last night, and if she didn't stumble upon him, then he was going to stop for good.

and, of course, just when he was going to stop for good, who did he see? sitting on the stoop outside bj's, a svelte figure came out from the shadows. "dottie novak." sonny gave a sidelong smile, as if he hadn't been waiting to see her again for days. stop by bj's minute mart and see the lonely dog that longs for their master to come back! "fancy seein' you here."

[mctionsick]

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"Why is it only at nighttime I see you?"

[pacificgrims]

@thewolfruns | soleil + ?

"Ain't she a beaut?" It's almost like Soleil is stargazing as she looks up at the still-cocooned Mothra, shuffling in her sleep. Her ultraviolet glow is illuminating the otherwise dark research corridor; she makes it feel like not night, not day, but an otherworldly in-between. Despite having been on the research team for Mothra for the last couple of months now, Soleil's still in awe of what she gets to see every day.

She takes a seat up on one of the half-walls, mouth agape and eyes still fixed on Mothra's cocoon as she absentmindedly reaches for her lunch. She starts crunching on some chips, then finally looks over. "When you think she's gonna hatch?"

[cigvrettedvet]

"i just can't believe he broke up with me. me! i did absolute everything for him and i didn't even ask for a lot. just his undivided attention and love. is that too much for a girl to ask for these days?" she's full-on rambling, all of those martinis and tequilas finally kicking in. but sofia's aware that she's in good hands with her bff, blanca. she was the first one she called when her boyfriend of six months dumped her. "apparently, i'm clingy and he even called me a brat. am i a brat?" sofia turns to blanca for an answer but she's not sure she even wants one. "ugh, i am so done with men. we should make a pact to leave men behind. we'd basically, like, be nuns or whatever but with way better style," she suggests. in her intoxicated mind, it sounded like the best plan ever. // @thewolfruns

[muchallure]

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"ah well, we're both as bad as each other." immediately he feels better, thanks to her reassurances. laughter bubbles from his stomach as he sits opposite her, thinking about the humour embedded within the situation, "ah, what can i say? i'm thoughtful like that. besides, there's definitely a joke in there isn't there - how many archaeologists does it take to actually arrive somewhere on time and not way too late?" he snorts, at least he finds himself funny. "what drink you ordering, luz?"

[mutatedangels-a]

@thewolfruns // eli x ??

It was the best sleep he'd gotten in days. And shit like that seldom came.

Eli's eyes flickered open. His body and mind recalibrated as he took in his surroundings. He never really knows what takes them so long to click together; it's not like he ever wakes up anywhere different. Anywhere besides the crow's nest. Maybe in different spots each time but always within the same four-walled sanctuary.

If you could even call it that anymore.

Well, the good thing about hiding out from this whole world-ending thing in the lookout is that it's high above ground. (It's a detriment, too, but Eli holds on to the few pleasures he has in life.) Lookout towers are anywhere between 60 to 120 feet across the U.S. and he happens to work at one of the taller ones. Deadwood Peak. They call it Deadwood because it's full of redwood trees that should be dead by now, taken down by forest fires or maybe cut down by some poachers or by some other force of nature.

It's a lame story, but it's the only one he's heard from the locals, and the chances of anybody telling him anything different is slim-to-none. So he sticks with it.

During this whole world-end, Deadwood Peak Lookout A8 has only been broken into once. It's so far down the trail of lookouts that only a few hikers, real serious ones, have ever reached it throughout its lifespan. From up top Eli's only seen maybe one or two groups pass by; for some odd reason, they never tried to ransack the tower. Maybe they didn't notice him.

So when he wakes up from a long slumber, he doesn't rush to get up. He never has a reason to.

Until he hears the rattling of a doorknob. His mind stiffens but his body springs into action, as agile as one could after waking up. Bumbling limbs are activated and refined once more as he reaches for his rifle and points it straight at the door. He doesn't say anything, not yet. For a second he takes his eyes off the door to look at the sun outside the lookout, through the window. It's bright. Who the hell has got the guts to break into someplace in broad daylight?

Somebody who didn't care whether they lived or died, he bets. He takes a deep breath in and doesn't let it go until. Until.

[wynterlanding]

@thewolfruns whispered for a mini mood :: The Stand Edition

Days can be so exhausting. Nights can be filled with terrors nobody ever knew existed. Days and nights of his tomorrows are very much turned on their head. They’re not the same. The desolate hours ticking by are only accompanied by the deafening silence. First it all began with a bang in a way. A telltale sign of end times comes with a roar as it all falls apart. People drop like flies more these days anyway due to all kinds: man, nature and disease. Funny all three are wrapped up in one major boom. Nothing like he’d ever expect while witnessing his entire life gradually fade in front of his eyes. The cold clinical walls of this facility had become a prison. Quarantine might be heaven sent to keep whatever this virus is at bay. Yet it slowly became a grave watching the healthy drop. All the while he never felt the encapsulating dread quite as everyone else in those early days of the apocalypse.

Landon truly hasn’t been so alone in a very long time. Escaping through a trail of corpses, unable to fully understand why he never came down with this deathly plague dug right to his bones. Hardly as heavy as his depression might have been, right? What’s that thing called? Survivor’s guilt? Quickly discovered that is a very real phenomenon. People in his daily life weren’t so lucky. His grandmother was never a very nice woman but watching her succumb had put him on a path of misery. Friends. Colleagues. He has no idea where Mark even is. If he too managed to wind up like Landon in some sort of quarantine, deemed unique for his resistance or maybe the truth is far grim than his wishful thinking. Or maybe his luck is going somewhere in his travels on foot. Leaving the city behind was the only logical option. With a pack on his back he felt criminally out in the open, free range so to speak. It’s a helluva time to think he’s paying homage to the frontiersmen. Still they got around mainly on foot if not with horses and the current area Landon’s trekked into has that feeling. The distinct sleepy southern gothic, willows hanging low with a tendency to mimic elongated fingers stretching out in gnarly fashion. Overhanging shade he craves but the home in the distance is straight out of a novel.

Choosing to approach may be idiotic. Who knows who or what he could find but taking chances are his thing. Always done it in journalism, slipping under cover to grab information for his latest big time draw pales in comparison to what he’s doing these days. Instead of being forward with the front he poked around to see if it was abandoned. Out this way if anybody managed to ride out the first waves they definitely have luck. Landon crept up beside the home, attempting to see into a window. Shaded with curtains of course. “Damn…”

[hisfaceisallscars]

@thewolfruns sent a 📸 to see four pictures of dottie taken by sonny! (template)

[missmvrder]

@thewolfruns sent 📸 to see pictures Declan took of Neve.

[gcddamnvampire]

@thewolfruns // continued from here bc tumblr sucks.

It was strange to think that his words put her at ease, though she was sure that was what serial killers did best — be as charming as possible to lure unsuspecting women in. Or at least, some of them had been. But for whatever reason, she was letting her guard down, feeling as though she wouldn't need to jump in and defend herself at any moment. Besides, it was either this or be stranded in her car for who knew how long. This was definitely better. "Well, I appreciate you taking the risk. I promise not to kill you," she teased lightly.

The mention of something warm to wrap herself up in caught her attention. She gave a small nod of her head as she tried to use her left hand to grab it, though finding it was slightly difficult. She had to turn her body fully and sit up, using her knees to push herself further into the backseat so she could look for the mentioned garment. When she finally found it, she let out a small sigh of relief and tugged it around herself, snuggling in it's warmth and dryness. "Thank you. I've never been more happy for a hoodie in my life." She said as she pulled her wet hair into a pony tail.

"Portland. I was headed to visit mi madre," she explained. Even if he did end up being untrustworthy, at least it was a big city. And now he knew someone was waiting for her. "I didn't think there were any towns nearby. Do you live around here?"

[grapefruitey]

@thewolfruns ; continued from here since I switched blogs

Oliver was staring at the slowly growing fire with that sort of absent admiration that one could feel when looking at a beautiful act of nature. It was interesting that amidst all of the horrors, the natural beauty of the universe was persisting. Perhaps it was time. Humanity had been destroying the earth for so long that it wasn't surprising Mother Earth was reclaiming what rightly belonged to her. It wasn't the first time Oliver considered that either. The day after he lost his family he saw the most beautiful sunset. He cried.

His reaction to the person that lurched towards him was initially indifference. Either he was going to finally die which didn't seem like the worst thing, or he was going to be tormented and then killed. He wasn't too upset either way. Oliver was having a very hard time continuing to care about his existence. The only thing that got him to actually move was... the dog. "Is that a dog?" What else could the thing at the end of the leash be? Surely not an abominable new monster sprung out of the ground to unleash more hell upon them. If that was how he was going to die, that was it.

Letting the bat down, Oliver barely glanced around before advancing. The woman was certainly hurt. He went into forensic pathology for the mystery of it. There was structure to the work and he knew what to expect. But he still had a vast amount of medical knowledge and focusing on that would push away the soul crushing emptiness that had been slowly eroding his humanity. He moved forward, setting the bat down and raising his hands. "You're okay. You're okay." He took her arm gently and helped her down near the fire. "Tell me what happened."

[someotherdog]

for / @thewolfruns participants / saul & the muse of your choice! (elisha, perhaps? we can add gideon later too if we want!) story / saul weissberg is a divorce lawyer and the brother of gideon and elisha's dad levi. um that's it lol setting / up to you! levi weissberg's apartment in manhattan, a diner, his law office. go nuts.

"please, tell me more." saul smirked, eyes alight at the gossip. his teacup would need a dash of whiskey if he was really going to let loose, but he had been a gifted conversationalist since he was a child—it came with the territory of being a lawyer. "don't be shy now, there're no debutantes here." he wanted the nitty gritty details, damn it!

[full-tiltboogiearc]

@thewolfruns

Save for the fluorescent gas station lights they'd just pulled up under, rural Oregon was pitch black. Their hometown of Portland was now a hundred-some miles behind the four of them. They'd just finished their tour opener at Attack on Triton, the band's old stomping grounds when they first hit the punk scene. Gone was that after-show buzz, that excitement after performing in front of a crowded room full of music enthusiasts, playing alongside your found family.

(And in some cases, your true family.)

For Peridot, that post-concert high was shortlived. Shadowed by her sister's memory. Eclipsed by invasive thoughts that she wasn't ever going to live up to—

"Yo! The bathrooms aren't all that bad," Kirk's voice cut through the radio station as he opened the back doors of the van. Sounds of the outside filtered in; cicadas singing, the gas station's HVAC system humming. "The water pressure in the sinks are solid."

Perry looked over her shoulder, sitting in the passenger seat of the van, watching as Kirk tossed wet wipes to Naoko. She'd been off in her own little world, thinking deep. When they caught each other's gazes, he wiggled his brows. Such was tour life: sleeping cramped in the back of the van, taking wet-wipe baths in gas station bathrooms between shows until they scored a motel room for the night from merch sales.

"Yeah, but did you get snacks?" Perry asked.

Kirk was midway into the van now, ready to tuck himself into one of the two makeshift cots in the back. He groaned and slumped over, water dripping from his hair a bit onto the pillow. "Shoot. My brain's super fried right now. You mind just getting 'em?" He reached out into his pocket and handed her a $20 bill.

Perry looked over at Nadja and Naoko, shrugging her shoulders. "Either of you wanna come with? I'm not gonna go back a second time if I forgot a special request." She smirked.

[felteverywhere]

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apparently elvira had underestimated her younger sister's naivety and god given ability to get herself into trouble in five seconds flat. especially if she was bored. no bodyguard in the world who didn't have her chained up was going to keep her from slipping from their reach, though she supposed her father admired that in her. a necessary skill for a girl who was probably statistically more likely to get kidnapped. all that confidence and buzzing underneath the surface that raquel possessed had softened at the sight of another face, and she watched them comfortably perch themselves across from her.

the question took her off guard, making her sit up straighter as her lips parted and she snorted. "i think the exact instructions i got were to 'keep my mouth shut and not stare'." despite her nerves, her confidence levelled out and her nerves eased a little as she lifted her gaze to offer a polite smile. maybe she was losing it, but somehow she wasn't entirely willing to turn a dance down, eyeing the woman still standing in the room. fuck elvira, she could deal with the consequences of an unstimulated raquel. "...how much?"

[cigvrettedvet]

tommy can still taste metal on his tongue as he wanders into her room, avoiding her gaze the whole time. "it's not as bad as it looks," he starts. it contradicts the damage on his face - including a black eye, a split lip, a bleeding nose which he's pretty sure is broken, and the cut on the side of his cheek. it was better than the other times he had gotten into a fight, the damage much worse. "i mean, you should've seen the other guy," tommy reasons, a teasing lilt to his tone. "his entire face is all fucked up." it's not something to be proud of but tommy never liked to lose a fight, no matter how dumb the reasoning behind it was. // @thewolfruns

[coconvtfm]

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ime chuckled and looked over at the other woman. "yeah, not exactly glamorous but we can... upgrade it a bit in time." she offered, hoping that it showed that she wanted to make this home at least tolerable for the both of them. she pulled a bit of a shocked face and then bit her lip. "gosh, uhm... i'm sorry for your loss." she told the other woman, not sure about the circumstances but figuring she couldn't go wrong with that statement. she looked at 'hannah' and smiled. "yeah, i mean - i too am glad not to be matched with some man. to have to live a completely cookie-cutter life. at least i can be out in this life. how exciting." she chuckled. she had never been able to tell her family about her sexuality, as that just wasn't something that could be discussed. at least in wit-sec, she could be an out lesbian. that was one upside.