#doomdays

[surviveds]

"so, funny thing..." it's said with the beaming grin that buck can't seem to lose in tommy's presence, his fingers working to unzip his jacket - revealing the LAFD crest across his right breast, proudly emblazoned with 217 rather than 118. buck taps the tip of his index finger against the digits as he slides into the chair next to @doomdays, snorting and rolling his eyes in tandem. "chim very gladly pointed out that this is actually your shirt. i musta grabbed it by accident this morning. so, ah... my bad." there's hardly any real regret in the words, though; buck's amusement is clear instead, teeth catching his lower lip in a half-hearted attempt to dim his smile.

#doomdays #lol. hey #ch: buck. #thread: buck.

[manslaught]

@doomdays: i thought you liked keeping things at arm's length.

“ can you shut the fuck up? ” mikayla grumbles, because she's already embarrassed to be in this position — her arms wrapped around van, tighter than she would have ever allowed when she was younger, because back then, she wouldn't let them touch at all, save for their one time mistake long before the crash even happened. she'll blame it on the relief she feels to finally be free, outside of the gates of her prison for the first time in years.

she's already let it linger for far too long, finding comfort she won't let herself admit to in her arms, so mikayla pulls back, arms dropping back to her sides as she takes a step backward. “ i'm just glad to be out. it's not a big deal. ” more than that, she's glad to see a familiar face, even if she won't let herself admit that much; her letters had been the only thing mikayla looked forward to within the last few years, so admittedly, she'd been looking forward to this, too, even if she's unwilling to consider why. “ i wasn't sure if you'd actually show up. ”

#doomdays #doomdays: 07. #thread. #van picking her up from prison obviously <3 at least someone finally did it #the longest slow burn of mikayla's life #main.

[silencedrage]

HENRY BURRELL (@doomdays) said "i wanted to thank you for helping me out."

Lev looks up from where he is brushing out Marsh, the horse that he'd taken a liking to whenever he is allowed out on patrol. Being so up close with an animal so majestic always captivated Lev, and he takes every chance he get to help care for the animals. It makes him feel like he's helping somehow, and doing something beyond just needing protection. Lev carefully hangs up the brush and gives Marsh one last pat before nudging him into his stall for the night.

"You're welcome." His words are slow, trying to match pace with clumsy fingers that have been trying to learn ASL for a while now. He had been intrigued from the moment he had seen Henry and Sam communicating. They'd had a different version of a similar type of language among the Seraphites, but he had never had the opportunity to learn. Lately, he's been spending evenings with Sam, laughing in the corner as the younger boy helps maneuver his fingers into the proper configurations. There's a part of Lev that worries he's doing it wrong, and inadvertently saying something he doesn't mean to, but no one has yelled at him yet. "Were you able to... finish his gift?" His fingers aren't sure if that translation works, but he feels like it's important to practice.

#[ ch: lev. ] #[ ic. lev. ] #[ henry burrell / doomdays. ] #doomdays #tlou / #q. #i just had the thought of lev helping henry plan a surprise birthday thing for sam bc it's cute

[titanswar]

@doomdays: i've been trying to find a good time to talk to you, but you were never alone.

“ i could have made them go away. ” her siblings would have listened, out of fear more than respect, but it's all the same to clarisse. if only she had known silena wanted her, she would have, with almost no hesitation. her cabin gets enough of her as it is. that's what she tells herself, ignoring the excitement in the pit of her stomach whenever silena's around, because while she knows what to do with anger, resentment, disappointment, she doesn't know what to do with that. “ i'm alone now, ” she says dryly, desperately trying not to sound worried, nervous, anything unlike herself. “ so talk. ”

#DOOMDAYS #DOOMDAYS: 01. #THREAD. #theyre GAY... sorry chris im ignoring you #actually i do have thoughts about chris but. not the time for that ajsdflksajdlk #TH: CLARISSE LA RUE. #not my grumpy chars always being soft(er) for yours 🙄

[philomelia]

cassie’s arms are bruised by the cold.    she tries to bury them under the covers,  but the heat seems to have abandoned them tonight--     no matter where she presses her hands,    her fingers grow blue and swollen in the darkness   (scraps of moonlight peek out from behind the curtains,    a howling wind caught on the trees outside...     she does not believe the world here has ever learned how to be silent).    she wants to cut out its tongue.   but what is the tongue of a tree?   the roots,  the branches,   the leaves?   even if she finds a knife sharp enough to cut,   she does not think that their silence will help her.    taissa is a warm center,   a little sun,   a sunlette.    with no other choice,   cassie presses their legs together,   stealing whatever warmth the other has kept sacred.   it is almost like worship,   to grasp at the little strands of heat and claim them as her own.      “   are you still awake?    ”     cassie murmured.   her hand reached out,   brushing against @doomdays.    “   i can’t sleep with all this rain.    ”

#doomdays #𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢. verse one ... o' shrill - voiced nightingale! #I KEEP ON COLLECTING YOUR MUSES #ONE DAY ILL HAVE A FULL SET #a lil short thing as we usually have long things

[notvictims]

you two belong together. @doomdays

every muscle in her body grow tense, instinctually preparing herself to run, despite being in the only place she's allowed herself to talk about this. the look on her face is uncharacteristically unsure, because while she knows tai wants her, she's not sure if it goes any farther than that. “it's... not that serious.” mikayla hates how downhearted she sounds, because it shouldn't matter that much, but she's let herself care too much, just like she was afraid of. “she just likes sleeping with me, i think. i mean, obviously, she would but... that's it.” she pauses, looking up from her hands, the slightest spark of hope lighting up her eyes. “unless tara's told you different?”

#doomdays #doomdays: 04. #mikayla: thread. #tai to tara: its not serious lol #mikayla to sam: its not serious :(

[redruins]

❛ 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜. ❜ — ﹙ @DOOMDAYS﹚

A CURSED, UNENDING SEARCH — I'VE FOUND. the path to purification as densely wooded & endlessly winding as the forest that held them. the only mercy ever handed down through sacrifice, the spilling of blood. 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 & 𝙸𝚃 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙳𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺. maybe we never stopped to think about the consequences of cutting off it's supply. blind to how the debt has been collected over the years.

have they not all paid dearly? one way or another? chipped at across decades of supposed freedom. ❝ have you found it? forgiveness? ❞ i haven't. digging through the wreckage for years, she comes up empty every time. I AM ALL BLOODY HANDS, MESSY REGRET.

#doomdays #02) IC. LOTTIE MATTHEWS. #FT. VAN PALMER. #i thought i'd throw this @ #the older timeline bc... #i never do lmao #feels MESSY already but i live #ty for this!!!

[massivedeal]

@doomdays: all women are hot to me.

“ that's fucking generous. ” judgement drips from her words, disgust painted across her features. her gaze flickers from van to misty, attempting to question their statement with that look alone. regina leans back, resting on the log behind her, pushing her hair behind her shoulder. “ she's hot to you? really? ”

#doomdays #doomdays: 01. #thread. #everyone just a misty hater. as they should be #verse: yellowjackets. #everyone having a yj verse smh

[knucklesbruised]

@doomdays: i want to be better than i am.

“ you don't have to be. ” but she gets it, why sam might be insecure, especially when she's become the target of just about every online forum out there. tara's fortunate enough to be mostly left alone, hidden in the shadow of her sister, because she doesn't even want to imagine what people would say if they knew the role she really played — pathetically in love with a girl that ended up ruining their lives, too blind by her own feelings to be able to realize that someone she'd known her entire life was the one behind the mask. but she'd take the criticism, the blame, if it meant sam would be left alone.

tara looks down, lifting her shoulders in a shrug. “ i like you how you are, ” she admits. “ even if you can be kind of annoying. ”

#DOOMDAYS #DOOMDAYS: 01. #THREAD. #TH: TARA CARPENTER. #nicer little sister than the one i have

[b4didea]

starter call / accepting!

❛ you know when people say ' i know how you feel ' but you know they're just saying that because they have no fucking idea how you feel? . . . ❜ a pause , giving a small nod. ❛ i know how you feel , sam. ❜ there's an intensity in her eyes with those last words , she knew that it had been anything but easy this past year for @doomdays. friends were important to have by your side but to have someone who could relate to the weight & responsibility you were carrying was important too. her & sam never had a truly solid standing , they were mere acquaintances even after the fifth murders , neither of them thought there would be a sixth attempt. not even sidney , but maybe she had gotten too comfortable in her calm & ordinary suburban life the past year. finally ready to put that part of life behind & focus on mark & the kids. although , the longer she sat in that house the more paranoid she'd became , never really knowing if this would be the last time , not if she didn't see it for herself . . . handle it herself.

with feet planted on new york pavement , that's why she was here now. to ensure its end , to bring herself some semblance of peace & reassurance. becoming a shoulder for sam had just been a coincidence , though knew it was inevitable. regardless if the young girl respected it or not , she pitied her. sam didn't deserve a life of hell that sidney had endured since she was just seventeen years old , neither did her friends. nevertheless , they'd have to fight for their peace yet again.

❛ we'll get this guy . . . or guys . . . girls. anyways. ❜ it was almost always two , albeit her half brother , roman. those thoughts are pushed away just a quick as they are remembered. her body shifts in place , ❛ do you have any idea of who could it be? any new friends this past year? new boyfriends? girlfriends? family? ❜

#𝘔𝘜𝘚𝘌. › SIDNEY PRESCOTT. #doomdays ft. samantha carpenter #doomdays #me quoting sc.ream 4 ??? #i have no recollection of what you're talking about #shhhh #also sorry this got out of hand #dont have to match length !

[surviveds]

it seems to be a slow night at the bar... or perhaps it's just early. either way, buck sits awkwardly perched on a corner stool, shoulders hunched downward, staring dejectedly at his phone screen, reading and rereading the message from eddie: can't make it. christopher needs help with homework. maybe tomorrow. it's the latest in a recent string of hit-and-misses with them, promises made to hang out after work pushed back because of a number of reasons - all of which buck is sympathetic to, of course, his responses never less than understanding, but in this moment, his fingers hover above the keyboard, twitching with a neediness that burns from deep within his chest. he almost offers to come over and lend some aid; there's a veritable treasure trove of trivia facts in his head, after all, and who knows? some of it could be useful.

a practiced finger begins to type out the offer, only to pause mid-word, hesitation creasing buck's forehead for a brief second before his index finger furiously erases the sentence. he exhales an uneven breath, glances around at the middling crowd almost self-consciously, as if someone could see the sudden wave of doubt that washes over him, while an almost guilty hand shoves his phone into his pocket - out of sight, so that he can't torture himself by staring at the message any longer.

he turns his gaze instead to the meager dregs of beer in his bottle, grimacing at the sight. his eyes raise with the intent to call alden over, but the man's already on top of it, standing before buck with a fresh bottle, small drops of condensation rolling down its neck, and buck feels a smile quirking the corner of his mouth upward - surprising, given the sourness that'd begun to pool in the back of his mouth.

"my man," he says with an inclination of his head, accepting the drink. their fingers brush together with the action, a rush of warmth flooding from the point of contact, prompting buck to shudder - it rolls across him, quick, violent, and he clears his throat loudly, squeezing his fingers around the bottle. "it's like you can read my mind sometimes." @doomdays ♥

#doomdays #hey. hi. hello #i am just talking shit. have an annoying bisexual #(not tagging him yet in case it somehow ends up in searches)

[manslaught]

@doomdays: did you tell anyone else?

“ about what? ” mikayla aims for her tone to be flat, but instead it's bordering aggression, because she knows what van is talking about, and she doesn't want to think about it. the answer's no, because she doesn't even want to talk about it with her, let alone anyone else. and maybe it's stupid, to be afraid of that here, when they have much bigger problems to concern themselves with, when she's not sure if she's even going to see her father ever again in the first place, but it's the closest thing to normalcy she has, so she holds onto that fear anyway. she can't even bring herself to look at her, focusing instead on picking pebbles from the bottom of her shoe, her frown deepening. “ i don't know what you're talking about, so you can just go away. ”

#doomdays #doomdays: 04. #thread. #acting stupid as always :/ #main.

[silencedrage]

AKILAH ( @doomdays ) said “take my hand.”

Van's not sure if she's the one avoiding the others, or the others are avoiding her, but she jumps when her self-imposed exile in the attic is interrupted. She's expecting Tai, maybe Nat, but not Akilah. The snarling in her ears that has haunted her since the attack, finally fades briefly and she realizes she must look completely absurd as she crouches in the corner, as though it might protect her from whatever predators are roaming outside. Never mind the fact that wolves can't open doors or climb ladders, but Van hasn't been able to take a single step outside of the cabin since she woke up 3 days ago with a stitched up face and a hellish fever. And then Laura Lee had gotten on that stupid fucking plane because of her and she was-

When Van pulls herself away from those thoughts, Akilah is still watching her, hand outstretched, and it's somehow the easiest thing in the world for Van to reach out and grasp it. Her fingers are warm, grounding and she remembers feeling the same gentle touch against her face as she put Van back together again. Bloodshot eyes soften and Van stands to her full height with the other girl's help.

"Thanks," she mumbles, her voice still a little garbled for fear of tearing the stitches. She's pretty sure that neither of them want to go through that again, and her lips purse into a worried frown. Akilah had been there, attacked by the same pack that she had been. Yet she had saved Van's life in the next breath, and it hit the redhead with a staggering force that the only reason she was still here right now was because of Akilah. Her grip tightens a little and she tugs on her hand lightly. "Are you okay? After everything?" Van is no stranger to being the one to pick up the gruesome messes that the world left behind, and it pained her to think what residual trauma she had inflicted on Akilah, inadvertent as it may be. "What you did... it couldn't have been easy. But I owe you my life. It's basically worth the same as two nickels and some pocket lint, but... thank you. I don't know if I said it before."

#[ ic. van palmer. ] #[ ch: van palmer. ] #[ akilah / doomdays. ] #doomdays #just two lil pookies #lmk if there's anything you want me to change

[titanswar]

@doomdays: i promised i'd keep you from danger. i can only do that by coming with you.

he appreciates the sentiment, but it's not necessary. he might be smaller, scrawnier than all his siblings, than most of the other campers in general, but leo knows what he's doing. mostly. “ you can chillax, beauty queen. i'm going on a supply run, not a death mission. ” but now that he thinks about it, the offer's tempting: a chance for it to be just the two of them, instead of leo starring as the third wheel to jason and piper. he'll take it. “ i could use some extra hands, actually. you up for some heavy lifting? ”

#DOOMDAYS #DOOMDAYS: 02. #THREAD. #i should have at least read the short story to refresh myself on him but #i did not do that<3 #TH: LEO VALDEZ.

[uglyuntalented]

@doomdays: you're the one who started flirting.

“ pft, yeah, right. ” okay, maybe she doesn't even remember who started it — it's been harder to think around her since their kiss at the football game, a kiss pj's been trying to convince herself was just a distraction, because nobody else was going to do it. she couldn't possibly have feelings for fucking hazel, after all; just a few days ago, they'd been mad at each other, although admittedly, hazel had better reasons. “ who says anyone's flirting anyway? i'm not flirting. ” she scoffs, because she really can't handle being rejected twice in two weeks. “ were you? ”

#doomdays #doomdays: 01. #thread. #idiot baby lesbian <3 she really said i'm not flirting haha.... unless...?

[notvictims]

i can't help but wish for a normal life. @doomdays

normalcy is something foreign to people like mikayla, so she hardly allows herself to entertain the thought of it. even before finding out what she was, she doubts her childhood was considered normal — or at least, she hopes not, for the sake of others. but she can still understand what sam means, and for once, she feels sympathetic, which is rare for her, often lacking the ability to put herself in anyone else's position long enough to care. “i know.” her words aren't soft, necessarily, but they lack their usual hard edge, which is as close to comfort as she's capable of. “i'm sorry people suck.” mikayla does what she can to help, lashing out at anyone that badmouths her, but she knows she can't fight everyone, no matter how tempting the thought is.

#doomdays #doomdays: 02. #mikayla: thread. #mikayla when anyone's sad: um. can i fight someone for you