#preymend.

[murderousbitch]

❤

i miss you and LOVE YOU AND JUST this <3

#( dash of creativity & a fuck ton of salt | out of character ) #preymend

[thunderbringergone]

Here in his gym, they were safe. As safe as they could be, anyway. The Whitetail Mountains were relatively unfamiliar to Clara. Yet, there was a cleanliness to the air here that was not in the Henbane (where the bulk of the Bliss lived). The altitude helped, no doubt, but Thor's presence was the deciding factor that the medic loved it here. She could see and feel her future in these mountains. Propped up on her elbow, she peered down at him, smiling in response to the peace she felt. Leaning in, Clara kissed his brow and nuzzled her nose against his temple as she whispered, "Want breakfast?"

the   gym   makes   a   good   outpost   but   it   can   still   be   quite   functioning   ,   as   is   .   this   place   is   what   he   needs   to   help   himself   stay   sane   in   such   a   stressful   and   chaotic   environment   .   it   is   an   unorthodox   place   to   find   a   gym   but   when   has   hope   county   made   sense   lately?   he's   set   up   living   quarters   here   as   well   ,   so   it   serves   as   escape   and   HOME   ,   at   least   for   the   time   being   .   it   is   fortified   to   the   best   of   his   ability   and   any   peggy   that   dares   try   to   infiltrate   his   establishment   .   

nowhere   is   safe   in   hope   county   ,   the   soldier   knows   that   but   he   can   give   himself   just   a   little   bit   of   illusion   .   let   himself   relax   for   a   little   while   within   the   place   and   find   comfort   in   her   presence   here   .   from   where   he   lays   flat   on   his   back   ,   one   had   rested   behind   his   head   ,   thor   gazes   up   at   her   with   a   smile   on   his   face   .   she   is   his   peace   .   the   nuzzle   is   accepted   ,   but   she   doesn’t   get   away   so   easily   when   his   fingers   slip   into   her   hair   holding   her   in   place   long   enough   to   press   a   few   brief   kisses   upon   her   lips   .   ❝      mmm   yes   .   breakfast   sounds   nice   .   what   do   we   have   ??   ❞   / /   @preymend

#[ v; far cry 5 ] #[ inbox ] ⊹ life is about growth and change #preymend #HEY RUE GUESS WHAT #I love you #I LOVE THEM

[j-reau]

them ears though 0_0

alkdsjfkadsljfasjd DON’T ROAST HER

#jk def roast her they're huge #i needed the gif to demonstrate #preymend

[finleysgone]

‘ obviously... you don’t know me- that well, if you think i can just... not talk, ’ short coughing fits and wheezes interrupt his words, fin laying his head back on the pillow when he can’t lift it any longer. shirt pulled half way up his torso, he assumed clara was analyzing the deep wound just below his left ribcage, blood congealing and turning dark around the skin there. for someone with as high of a pain tolerance as finley, he would admit that this hurt like a son of a bitch. he should be grateful that it was from a claw and not teeth, but he couldn’t bring himself to feel appreciative. after all- he could have died. closing his eyes to take a breath, the hunter grunts a bit in pain. ‘ what’s the diagnosis, doc? am i gonna make it? ’

don’t talk. save your strength.     @preymend​.

#preymend #dynamic. clara mendez. #answered. give me attention.

[liftedrelics-a]

@preymend​​ asked: ​ he's actually asleep, a feat she never thought she'd witness. deep, rhythmic breaths escape him as she shifts closer to him beneath the covers; bare forms previously joined as one now in mere proximity of the other when she drapes her leg over his. Clara can't help the adoration that fills her chest as she brushes the tip of her nose against his ear. "i love you, Shane."

     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏. He was simply in a state of pure comfort. A breathable comforter was partially draped over him, a single leg hanging out and over the edge of the bed. Window had been cracked to allow the cool breeze in, mostly to keep the temperature down during their previous activity earlier that night. He can hear the crickets chirping just outside, and even the sound of a bullfrog if he listens real closely the entire forest is singing for them beneath the full moon that shown brightly through the small window of the camper. 

Everything in this exact moment was pure, blissful, perfection. He could ask for nothing more as Clara’s leg drapes over his and she’s shifting closer. There’s a momentary shift, barely noticeable as her nose brushes against his ear and those three little words dance so eloquently into his subconscious. 

Shane had two options. Pretend as if he had been asleep this entire time and never heard her reveal such a deep and meaningful truth, or he could repeat the words back to her in what he perceived to be one of the best moments in his entire existence. The world was slowly falling away, every day it was one hardship after another. It made these small instances worth far more than money could ever buy back in the previous world. Arm lifts, fingers brushing against her shoulder and there’s a slight tilt of his head in her direction, eyes opening to meet hers with a knowing smile. “ I love you too, Clara.”

#preymend #𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐄 // ANSWERED. #𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄: 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐄 // You can’t just be the good guy and expect to live. Not anymore. #𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐄 // 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄: What lies ahead. #:)))

[thunderbringer-a]

the night is quiet, almost eerily so. but she won't let it consume them; not while they still draw breath. sidling up behind him, arms wrapping loosely around his waist, clara plants a long, loving kiss to the center of thor's back. residing there for a beat, she slides around his form, positioning herself in front of him. their height different is such that requires a bit of effort as she reaches up toward his chin, full lips dragging along unkempt scruff as she smiles through the affection.  //  @preymend​  //  RANDOM INTERACTIONS ALWAYS WELCOME. 

          its odd to exist in the night without the distant moans and scuffling of the undead . maybe that used to be peaceful , but now its quite unnerving with as long as they’ve had to listen to it since the inception of this godforsaken new world .  in this abandoned house they’ve acquired for the night , just until morning , they’ve made it as comfortable as possible. a hole in the ceiling provides just a hint of circulation so they can build even the smallest fire to keep warm . they still do not want to warrant any attention but at least here they can stay somewhat hidden .  

blue eyes peer out into the dark night , unsure of why since he can’t see anything but trying to find some semblance of peace is few and far between . relaxing is even harder regardless of whether the windows and doors are boarded .  sleep should have been hours ago and that where he thought he’d left her but thor should have known better . her lips press gently to his bare back and lets it linger . they’ve found themselves a companionship that not many would have otherwise and he counts his stars and how incredibly LUCKY he is . 

clara slips around him and finds his jawline and scruff with her mouth and he cannot help but sink into the moment and the sensation of the warmth seeping into him . it settles deep within his bones but , more so his heart. the soldier lets her kiss along his scruff and chin a little while until he leans down to wrap his arms around her. only she can distract his troubled mind from whatever might be lurking out there . 

#preymend #;answered #&& * verse // the walking dead *

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@preymend​

She leaves a bloody handprint on the wallpapered hallway wall, as she holds onto the edges and drags her equally as bloody feet across the floor. There’s blood on her shoulder, under her dress, where it barely hangs on and covers her left breast. On her thigh, there’s a handgun strapped to her garter; she’d passed a hospital not even ten minutes ago, before she’d made her way up the fire escape with her last bits of strength she had left and nearly one handed, but she knows what ending up in a hospital would entitle: exposure. Isa Falco does not exist anywhere on paper, and she wasn’t about to start leaving behind a record either, not after so many years on the job. 

Down the hall she can see her apartment, but as her pace slows, and she starts feeling herself fading, she doesn’t find herself opening her door, but the one a few doors down. Clara’s. Taking a shot in the dark and knocking three times, until she has to hold herself against it with bloody palms and an equally bloody body. Most of it isn’t her’s (she thinks), but she’s lost a lot of it; the only thing she can hope, is that when Clara opens the door, she doesn’t call 911, and doesn’t run away.

#preymend #verse. to be determined! #✌🏼

[unecrth]

psssst. i love you a lot.

but why would you do that to yourself? no,  i’m joking;  i love you too.   you complete me.   you help me feel better when i’m feeling down (  even when you’re mean to be or putting me on blast on the dash  ).   our threads on discord have helped me develop my muses so much and i clench when i see you’ve sent or answered a meme.   i cannot wait for the ten thousand more muses i’m going to have because we keep coming up with new things.   this love?   it’s be and end all.

#preymend #𝐎𝐎𝐂 : djaq . ⧽ — — depending on how you hold me. #𝐎𝐎𝐂 : saved . ⧽ — — keep dancin’ and we call it love. #ooc.

[klarsynt-arc]

@yosufro​ said: he's distracted, but she won't let him recede into himself; not while he is here with her, safe and seemingly at peace. sliding between his body and the edge of the counter, clara's arms slither around emil's waist as she presses into him. gazing up into his flawless features, slightly parted lips tenderly nibble on his chin and as far up his jaw as she can reach.

             his gaze has wandered towards a window,  lost in his own mind.  it’s usually easier to be present when he is with her.  it’s quieter,  away from the world and the crowds full of lives desperate to cling to his memories.  but still,  there is too much to weigh on him.  he can be easily distracted.  his work leaves him with far too much to occupy his thoughts and he is not used to really putting it away.  he never had someone to come home to before,  no one to enforce that domestic normalcy of leaving your work at the door.  but he has clara now.  and she seems intent on reminding him of it. 

the moment she moves closer it begins to draw him back to the present.  a small smile tugs at his mouth when he feels her lips against his features.  emil’s head tilts down and there’s fondness in his gaze when his eyes meet clara’s.   “  hey,  ”  it’s a low murmur.  his hand lifts to her face and he brushes his fingers along her cheek.  leaning down,  a gentle kiss is delivered to her lips.  emil lingers there for a moment,  savoring the way the taste of her on his tongue makes him think of nothing else but this moment with her.  there is no past or future,  just the warmth of her pressed close to him. 

#preymend #〖 TRANSMISSION RECIEVED 〗 #〖 TANTALUS: THIS BODY IS A VESSEL TO FORGOTTEN LIVES 〗

[murderousbitch]

@yosufro​ gets a thing.

              Either she was getting too old for the job or vampires were getting stronger. Whatever the case may be, she was growing tired of getting her ass handed to her in a fight. One moment she had everything under control then the next she’s flying through the air, taking out someone’s something great grandfather’s headstone. It resulted in a nasty cut along her leg, but she ignored it and pushed through the pain long enough to finish the job. Normally she would have gone to the free clinic that saw its fair share of shady business, but a couple months back she had saved some paramedic from losing her life.

Slowly the slayer made it to where she needed to go, giving the door a knock as she leaned against the wall with a heavy breath. When the door opened she flashed the other woman a smile, “Hola, Mendez...I know, I know. Need to properly take ya out instead of just showin’ up for an’ old slap and patch.” She mused looking down at her left leg, pant leg torn and soaked in blood. “Woulda gone home, but it’s deeper than a Spongebob band-aid can handle.”

#( v; the timing's never right but now let's get away | with: preymend ) #( new story | threads ) #( hi hello we missed you two ) #preymend

[causatum]

@preymend​​ : “ it’s not funny anymore. ”

it was at the time. curiosity often leads scott into situations that his teammates often try to avoid. he’s a playful person, always trying to see the light in the darkness, and when presented with a new environment or situation, he has a tendency to play. more often than not, he finds himself hurt in the process. an acid burn on his forearm does little to form regret within him, however.

❛ maybe now it’s not, ❜ he pipes up, watching her from his bed in the medbay. her expression alone eventually causes him to backtrack on his own words, ❛ okay fine, it’s not funny. not funny at all. ❜ the pain isn’t, so there’s some truth in that. ❛ forgive me? ❜ pouting his lip, the male ryder twin bats his eyelids at the other. ❛ pretty please? ❜

[ meme ]

#* ☆ answers › scott ryder . #* ☆ preymend › clara mendez . #* ❀ andromeda › others now look to even more distant stars . #injuries tw #i h8 them already

[j-reau]

kisses: @preymend​ sent 💕for a deep, passionate kiss

JJ doesn’t waste time. She doesn’t spend enough time home in the city to really let anything go to waste, let alone one night off with the one person she keeps finding herself wanting to spend her nights off with. She doesn’t agree to drinks with the team and she doesn’t take the long way home and clear her head the way is sometimes necessary after a case like this one. Instead, she cuts right to the chase. Right to Clara’s place and right inside the moment she’s able. And she doesn’t waste time after that either. All Clara has to do is come into view in the crack of the door and JJ all but shoves it open, reaches for either side of her face with both of her hands and pulls their lips together as the door shuts behind them. 

“God, I missed you.” She’s breathless as she pulls away. It’s a little heavier than is normal for them just yet, but somehow, JJ’s lost in it. She’s tired from a week across the country and a long flight home and she doesn’t have the composure or the will power to hold herself back and keep her feelings as locked down as perhaps she should. She pulls away, almost on her tip toes with the force of her own desire pressing her forward, searching for more, searching for everything she ... missed. 

The word repeats in her head again and JJ grins against Clara’s lips, still holding her face as she repeats the words as though it’s only just dawning on her now. Affirmative, clear. “I missed you.”

#i wish i had icons for this very sadly i do not #INTERACTION . clara mendez / preymend #preymend #ARC . jj and clara / preymend

[finleysgone]

they had to pull him from the room at clara’s request. he didn’t want to leave amelia alone with a stranger, not in a world like this. the woman insisted that she needed to concentrate, that she didn’t want anyone to disturb her, but it wasn’t until fin yanked his arms from the other man that he understood. he’s pacing just outside, back and forth, feet scratching against the dirt and gravel beneath his sneakers. it’s impossible to know the time in a dead world, but it feels like hours before the once paramedic steps out to confront finley. ‘ is she gonna be okay? ’ he questions immediately, trying desperately to keep the panic out of his voice. ‘ please say yes. i really can’t hear anything else, right now, ’     @preymend​.

#preymend #dynamic. clara mendez. #verse. apocalypse.

[savefields]

@preymend​​​ : she's not sure what drives her, what propels her forward after the quick patch job. a gentle hand on the side of his neck is used to steady herself against his bulwark of a frame as her other hand rests in the center of his chest. rolling up onto the calls of her feet, clara's slightly parted lips capture the underside of his jaw as she lingers there for a beat longer than necessary. peering up at him, jaw is set as she gives him a wistful glance. "come back in one piece, redfield."

a hand falls against her side as he attempts to aid her movement, his entire form ready to react if she should stumble. the kiss to his jaw is unexpected - and if one were to look close enough, one would think a slight hint of a blush paints his cheeks - but welcome nonetheless. it brings forth a smile and a soft chuckle. ❛ hey, ❜ he reaches out and gently takes clara’s chin between his fingers, ❛ don’t you worry about me, i’m always careful. ❜ they both know this to be false, but that goes unsaid. instead, the eldest redfield leans in and presses a kiss to the shorter’s forehead. ❛ you stay in one piece, mendez. i won’t be long. ❜

#* ♛ answers › chris redfield . #* ♛ preymend › clara mendez .

[thunderbringer-a]

just a little reminder that i love you.

a little reminder that i love you MORE. 

heheh

#i heckin love you so much #made my night #<3 <3 #preymend