" i found another one ' a them comic books you like. people must've really liked these things, hm? "

@svnbleach / for ellie!

It'd been quite a while since the days of the old Van Der Linde gang, eighteen years to be precise. Jack hadn't seen many, if any, surviving member of his adopted family since that day back when he was a four-year-old. And even then, those memories were hazy as hell. He remembers Miss Tilly taking him away from camp when the Pinkertons raided the place. He remembers Uncle Arthur telling him to be brave and after that being reunited with his parents. That's about as far as his memory will allow him to recall.

So imagine his surprise when he ran into Miss O'Shea down in Blackwater. He was sure it was her, after all, he hadn't met many people with hair as red as hers. Not even Sean had hair that red. Jack took a deep breath and after making sure his mind wasn't playing tricks on him, he approached her.

"Excuse me, Miss? You Molly? Molly O'Shea? I think you knew my Pa-" And Uncles and Aunts, and his whole family really. "I'm Jack. Jack Marston... It's been a while, Miss O'Shea." Better to fess up now rather than play the guessing game. He was never one for the long game.

@svnbleach asked for a STARTER

❝ people are kind of like art, everyone is going to see something different when they look at you. ❞

@svnbleach , undefined ⟳ julia sugarbaker , prompt

⎯ @svnbleach, samantha carpenter : “ how do you make the pain go away? ”

with a lot of booze and terrible decisions. both advice he knows to be hardly suitable for a girl her age still relatively untainted with the endless pain of trauma ⎯ the kind he's suffered again and again for the last two decades. ❝  look around you, sam. you really think i'm the guy you should be asking this to?  ❞ he's giving his trademark grin, nose scrunched, as he motions for the mess and general lack of proper care they're surrounded with in his trailer. years have gone by but somehow, despite it all, dewey riley's managed to keep intact some of that childlike innocence gale used to find endearing, way back when. ❝  you know, i could tell you things get easier with time, but that's just not true. i think, for me, it was my friends. that sort of horrible experience really tells you who you can trust. and after you come out of it alive, you can count on them until the end. ⎯ got anyone like that?  ❞

@svnbleach (theodora crain) sent: ❛  please, just tell me the truth, even if it hurts. i can handle it.  ❜

THEO DIDN'T SEEM THE TYPE TO CARE ABOUT what other people thought. Her past was just as secretive and lucrative as Nat's own which is what essentially bonded them together in some bullshit aura setting that didn't need to be outwardly mentioned between them. It's what Nat liked most about the other woman; why her presence was almost soothing in a fucked up sort of way. Theo doesn't like to touch and Nat doesn't like to be touched in turn, even though secretly, she craves that subtle bit of intimate contact deep down.

She'd never say so and the mystery remained intriguing. But the sudden insistence pulls something within her that causes a single step forward, ❝ No. ❞ She states with a stern tone, eyes almost glaring and lips scrunched inwards soon after. ❝ Since when did you start giving a shit anyway—? You're just as held back as I am. What changed? I just want things to go back to normal… ❞ as normal as things could be at this point, which wasn't very normal at all in reality. Nor could things ever be normal again given their individual histories that they each knew little to nothing about in relation to one another as it currently stood.

[ @svnbleach, 🌳 ] taissa had been avoiding him since they returned, and she would claim it was unintentional, but it isn't. every time she looked at javi, she just felt confused. guilty, too, because for months now, she had already decided that the kid was gone, never to be seen again, and though she never allowed herself to grieve the youngest of their bunch, it felt even more surreal now to know that he was back, thanks to her. she didn't want the credit, because it meant she finally had to accept that there was something about her that was different — something that was more like lottie than she ever wished to be, and she still wasn't ready to accept that. but every time she made eye contact with him, she felt worse about her effort to avoid him, so finally, she tries to do something, hoping that it might help herself make some sense out of it all in the process.

❝  i have some wood scraps, ❞ she tells him as she moves closer, now purposefully avoiding his eyes, afraid that he'll look right through her the way it felt like he did the night she found him. ❝  — if you're still interested in making mini sculptures, that is. like the one you made for shauna, ❞ she points out, remembering a time when she was almost annoyed that that's how he was spending his time, but that feels silly now. ❝  i see you like drawing, too. do you . . . want to show me what you've been drawing? ❞ she asks, and that question is entirely selfish, an effort to learn something about him or herself or anything about how she found him and why, but she hopes that isn't so noticeable to him.

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╰ ゜KAT'S 28TH .  /  𝚋-𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 .

[ @svnbleach 🌿 ] ❝  i know it's hard. being away from your sister. ❞ not in the same way, though, because akilah doesn't have a twin. she has sisters that are much older than her, who haven't lived with her for years, yet their bond has only grown stronger in the years since they parted. maybe that was the point, because they had to make an active effort to be in each other's lives, and it was like they were choosing to be friends above it all, too. it's her oldest sister she misses most, especially as she thinks of her baby nephew, knowing that by the time akilah returns ( if she does ) he likely won't recognize her anymore. ❝  and i know it's hard to talk about our families out here, but— i want you to, if you need to. you can talk to me. ❞ because she gets it, and she doesn't want her to feel like she has to bottle it up.

(sc).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"i bet you regret caring so much about nationals now."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎its an assumption,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎one brushed off as a sort of passive aggressive nature from the very girl who so badly wanted the team to lose that day.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎at the time,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she felt bad for it:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a selfish guilt sat in her chest as she looked at the team she once held up on her shoulders,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎prayed for their downfall.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's a delayed reaction,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎their actual fall down from grace,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎one she wishes she had no part of.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"sorry."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎is she really?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎taking the shot at anyone who cared about the yellowjackets because of its stark reminder of how much she did too,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎how much she wanted to deny it.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"that's probably a fucked up thing to say."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎eyes flick up,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎in an attempted yet failed apologetic nature,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎to @svnbleach,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎before she kicks dirt away once more‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(seconds passing like hours slowly).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"did you even wanna come or did you just have to?"

way up there, i actually love it. / from avonelle ( who’s an alien hybrid sent down to ‘spy’ on earth)

brown eyes follow the line of wording up to the sky,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the sky that once felt untouchable when she was just a little kid asking so many questions‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(why is it blue,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎why is it raining,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎why do the leaves change,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎what's out there?).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there's a gentleness in her cheeks that is saved for only moments like this,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎moments that go outside of even the human compassion that she always felt was missing from her in the day to gray day.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎when she said the doctor taught her a better way of living her life,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎this is what she meant.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it wouldn't matter if @svnbleach was human or not,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎was young,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎old,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎heartbroken or joyous,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she'd look to them the same.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"me too."

when she drops from the sky to avonelle,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the smile that is granted is one that is meant to open a door,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a hand reaching in to bring them closer,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎give each other that comfort.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"can i ask...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎where ya' from?‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's a question that might border on inappropriate,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎something not meant to be touched with quite yet.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎they hardly know each other,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but on earth,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎two people like them whose eyes reflect stars when they close‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎not stars of dreams but stars of memories that are engrained‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎impossible to forget),‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's hard to just let it go.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"'m not like a complete expert but y'never know,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i could surprise you‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎maybe i've been."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there's a slight shift of her shoulder forward,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎not a complete nudge to the other if only because she doesn't make direct contact,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but that's the impression.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she does not want to be alone,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎where she may not understand,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she's open to trying.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"'m not from anywhere special but i know a thing or two."

two mugs of tea poised in my fingers , i wandered toward where javi was sitting by the window , extending one toward him with the faintest of smiles.                 ❛            i'm glad you're safe , javi. i knew you would be.            ❜            it was a strange feeling , holding that knowledge. it was hard to explain how i knew , just that i could sense it. like i could feel his heartbeat when i listened to the wind rattle through the trees , or hear his breath whistling through his teeth as he struggled through the snow to steal bear meat from the shed. i just .. knew.

carefully , i sank down onto the edge of the bench beside him , drawing my long legs in to fold beneath me , cradling my own mug between my palms , letting the heat burn through my gloves as i peered down at the tea. well , more like hot water with a few herbs , but .. it helped with the cold.                ❛            did you .. feel it out there ? the wilderness ? i can feel it inside the cabin sometimes , like .. a force i can't really comprehend , but .. you were out there in it for a long time. that must mean something.            ❜             i wondered silently if the wilderness spared him for a reason , if he was important somehow.

@svnbleach / closed starter for javi !

@svnbleach: i don't believe in good luck now that i know what's what.

all she manages at first is bitter laughter, because she's never believed in good luck— mikayla's life has been nothing but a horrible series of events since long before she even stepped foot on that plane. but she wouldn't expect someone like jackie to ever understand that, even if she were willing to talk about it. “ things finally start going wrong for you, and suddenly your whole world view crumbles? ” mikayla doesn't bother to mask the ridicule in her voice, which should come as a surprise to absolutely nobody; she's always been this scornful toward her, festering with jealousy that has nothing at all to do with losing the homecoming crown to her.

the supplies comes in waves. summer has been kind to them. must be the sun talking— the heat its rays provide being just enough to warm her insides where she's still frostbitten from winter— but she's counting the numbers, counting the days and by the end of fall.. they might just be back to square one. when winter comes they'll have the clothes on their back and the bordered up windows of their homes but what the hell is that going to do for rumbling bellies? ❝   a whole lot of nothing.   ❞ she mumbles into the campfire as it sparks away in front of her.

colette crumples the dried to bone paper in her hands. maybe she'll finally have to cave. they have more medicine than they've needed over the last three years let alone to survive another winter. she can bargain with the other half of flagstaff. beg and plead until she's red in the face. her heart beats heavy in her ears. flushes her face against the flames and the scorch of summer. is it okay to show weakness if it keeps the people who depend on her alive? she's all too willing to take the risk. she has to be, for them. it isn't their burden to bare. it's her burden.

❝   don't worry, the fire's still got a keeper.   ❞ can feel the presence of another behind her. even when she thinks the town's fast asleep in their beds after a summer night of camaraderie, unaware of the misery in seasons to come, she is reminded she's never truly alone. makes her remember why she's hung on this long. she turns her neck to crane a look at who joins her. ❝   shouldn't be surprised it's you.   ❞ a smile tugs northbound. ❝   myra and benji enjoy themselves tonight?   ❞

¹ @svnbleach / ² starter call .. from colette for lydia hart.

@svnbleach a mini starter for Ellie!

"come on. don't touch 'em. we gotta keep movin'."

[ @svnbleach 🌿 ] she doesn't want to apologize, because she doesn't believe she's done anything wrong ( and maybe that's the problem, maybe it's only validating the fear she's had all along: that she's too much like her mother. ) all she knows is that her mother was in danger, and no matter how much resentment she holds for the woman, she doesn't want to see her get hurt. she tried to give her answers, tried to tell her as much as she could allow, but it hasn't given her any real relief. she just feels lost, and she wants to understand what she watched unfold and understand these people that are maybe her mother's friends, but she wonders if she's going to get anything more out of them than she would her own mother, or if she should keep trying to trust that she'll be honest.

❝  i've never done that before, ❞ she says nervously in place of a real apology. she doesn't think she meant to shoot her, but she also doesn't know if she regrets it, not if her mother's alive. but allowing herself to think about it for too long will only make her mind battle itself, and she can't face that yet. ❝  i just wanted to save my mom. to stop all of you from whatever you were doing, and . . . ❞ her eyes close for a moment before she shakes her head. ❝  maybe figure out what the fuck you guys do when you're together. ❞ it's not lost on her that her mother hasn't spent any real time with them, so callie's more curious than ever, trying to understand what this all meant.