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Anonymous asked:
I love your theme, where is it from if you don't mind me asking?
oh, the credit is on the theme itself, darling ! but it’s edited heavily by me to fit my personal liking, so.
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"It’s my problem if I wanna pack up and run away!"
{☠} —: "No, it's not just your problem." She could not be serious. Eyes round with panic flickered quickly from the flushed, trembling lips to the half stuffed duffle bag in her hands. The same lips Eric had pressed his own to, mouthing sentiments against and whispering his heart into. No, she couldn't and he wouldn't ———
"It's not just you anymore, Elsa." His hands dropped from their place on his hips and reached for her.
Thudum-thudum-thudum-thudum, could she hear it? The young man wondered if she felt his heartbeat when they folded together like this; her frame fitting into his, where they belonged. "It's us."
"We're going to runaway."
& ＴＯ ＴＨＥ ＲＨＹＴＨＭ ＯＦ ＬＯＶＥ :
i. give me love - ed sheeran / ii. if i lose myself - one republic / iii. bound to you - christina aguilera / iv. stay with me - sam smith / v. empty handed - lea michele / vi. just give me a reason - p!nk / vii. rhythm of love - plain white t's / viii. she will be loved - maroon 5 .
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"If I lose myself tonight It’ll be you and I If I lose myself tonight”
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☠ D E M O N S C O M E A L I V E T O C H A S E Y O U ☠
☢ THE PLAUGE BEGINS ;;
The year is 2026; the cities are bustling, the companies are booming, and the world we all know is steadily advancing. Though poverty and violence are scattered around the countries, every thing seems, for the most part, under control. Not too many rebellions, and of course— their most prized scientists and engineers working away at making the future a better place. Until one day—
Something goes terribly w r o n g.
A chemical reaction to a certain enhancement in food (chicken, to be exact) caused for a large majority of the population to be poisoned— very few died, on one hand. But the other side was, that they came un-dead. The mysterious tales that wrecked havoc on horror movies and video games. The very creatures that riddled their way through children’s nightmares.
They were unbelievably r e a l.
And so was the war that began.
☢ THE SINFUL CREATURES ;;
The un-dead specimen that was brought upon them seemed invincible, at first. But when instinct kicked in, the human’s who were struggling to survive realized that at least one thing in those horror films they adored so much had to work, right?
So the t a c t i c s began.
Many strategies to kill the infected beings were useless— you couldn’t shoot them in the heart, couldn’t beat their bodies to death. But the one that rung true, even in the wake of their apocalypse, was the number one killing method used in movies.
Bash their heads in.
It worked marvelously. Whether it be by shooting them, or ripping their skulls off— the head was the weak point of the monsters that crowded the Earth. Slicing their craniums, and beating their heads in until all their was left was blood and guts. It became a go-to way of killing the horrendous beings that kept the survivors in hiding.
Though, the un-dead’s curse remained true to it’s tropes. If a human was bitten through the skin by a toxic being, they would also become one of the scum that littered the Earth. If a human was being eaten by an un-dead specimen, but the brain was not taken out as well, they would also rot and become one of them. If they, by any chance, consumed the origin of the poison, they would also transform.
But at that rate, the survivors began to d r o p.
☢ THE LAST HUMANS ;;
Survival rate was going down at a rapid pace. More and more humans began to die, or be infected by the virus. It seemed like there would be no hope for humanity to prevail in this deadly wasteland they once called home. Nearly everybody seemed to be exterminated.
Well, except for a few s u r v i v o r s.
A mere four humans managed to keep on treading through— four invincible, cold-blooded killers. Well, to zombies anyhow. They, of course, have feelings and sentiment. But when the world is so far gone, you tend to forget that everything was once so beautiful.
This unlikely team of (possible) allies consist of four people:
K r i s t o f f B j o r g m a n.
A n n a A r e n d e i.
H a n s W e s t e r g a a r d.
E l s a A r e n d e i.
They are the world’s last hope.
☢ RULES OF THE GAME ;;
- No character can exceed the five player per person limit.
- If you wish to join this ‘verse, you must send me a message to confirm this.
- Do not use the zombie!verse icons unless you are in the actual ‘verse.
- Everything in this ‘verse should be tagged with “[v; infected flesh;]”.
- This is multi-universe; meaning, that thought it is all one big ‘verse, there are sub-verses.
- Also, multi-shipping, as well.
- And, most importantly— have fun!
☢ THE PLAYERS ;;
- Kristoff Bjorgman ; .
- Anna Arendei ; spareheiress. annas-freckles.
- Hans Westergaard ; xthirteenth. theroyalprincehans. tredeciim.
- Elsa Arendei ; mutiism. nixreginam. icyqueenofarendelle. reluctant-queen. & swirlingstxrminside.
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”I knew it! Guess that mans you like, Winter, huh?”
Lips pull back into a toothy smile, pleased his assumption had been right. This just made things easier now as he continued to color but with more concentration. Pink little tongue poking out between his lips, bouncing slight in his seat. She wasn’t so scary after all, people simply had to be patient with her .
▐ █「 ❆ 」
lower lip caught between her teeth, the mute
nodded. she was confused, though
she was never this open with anybody but anna.
and now, this little shining light comes in, and
gives her even more hope for her existence.
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Obviously since she wasn ’t much of a talker Olaf took to coloring quietly, glancing occasionally up from his paper. His cheeks dimpling slightly whenever he was reassured she was still there. Though used to silence— this was a more comfortable. No words needed to fill the space. Yet eventually when he paused to pick up a yellow crayon, he stole a peek at her paper and an idea popped into his head.
”You like snowflakes, right?”
▐ █「 ❆ 」
eyes flickering up to meet the little boy's briefly, the young woman nodded softly. her heart sw- elled in her chest-- he remembered this. she barely spoke to this little miracle of joy, and yet he was being so nice to her ; and thinking of something she liked.
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"...I love you." ( it's the first word she's spoken in over a decade-- but she means every syllable that flows out from between her lips. but it's a shame it had to be now-- with her hands cupping the ginger girl's cheeks, and tears streaming down both their faces, as the loss of their parents hit them whole-heartedly. )
It hadn’t just hit her. It hadn’t been like a fucking wave of acid emotions. It wasn’t a storm, it wasn’t a hurricane. Those comparisons were too soft compared to this flesh-tearing monstrosity. It felt like tears were digging a pool in her face, the salt rubbing against her feverish membrane. Years of souvenirs, years of creation and well being, and years of unconditional love—- gone, gone gone. In the twitch of destiny’s liking. Oh—- how did she hate it.
She was born colorless, meant to wander in the void of reality. Her sister was born with a pain inside, and it wouldn’t go out. Her parents were born, and now they were dead. The boat had wrecked down, killing hundreds of people she didn’t care about. Murdered what was left of faith in her generous heart. Her parents had touched the abyss of the sea.
Blue, limp corpses graciously falling like feathers diving from the sky. And she felt bad for crying that much, one because she was sure she’d throw up, and second because she didn’t hear Elsa’s words. Her chest caved in, her lips wobbled in ugly spasms, and she didn’t know what they would do now. She didn’t know if Elsa could handle having her charge, now that she were 18. She didn’t know what would happen to them.
And when she said it was flesh-tearing, Anna meant that her sister, her everything, her eyes and her love, it would be teared from her, like you pull on a limb and it bleeds.
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For a moment he expects to be shut down— to be sent away like he always was by other patients. Only the orderlies and Anna usually indulged him with attention. So he was wholeheartedly ready to return to his corner when he felt slim fingers take the crayon from him. His dark gaze flickering to meet the mute girl’s and gleaming with excitement.
“Here—”
Timidly he sets the clean sheet of paper on the table for her and pulls his own drawing close again, along with his whole box of crayons.
”You don’t have to use blue— I figured you like it since you wear a lot of blue.”
▐ █「 ❆ 」
the little boy's excitement made elsa's heart swell up in happiness-- a feeling she had not felt in such a long time. but as she made this boy happy, it fed her need to actually feel wanted. and so, her lips curled up into a soft smile ; fingers already gripping steadily at the utensil, and doodl- ing on the blank paper he had given her.