endure & survive.

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The Last of Us: Remastered Environments

environment ;;

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cumillionaire:

If my jokes offend you:
I’m sorry
It won’t happen again
1 & 2 are lies
You’re a pussy

actually ellie ;;

31 Jul
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[ sigh, i need more people to rp with. ]

outofjokes ;; [ if u wanna rp then like this post and i'll jump into your ask ]; tlou rp; twd rp; indie rp;

31 Jul
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tuusvirvespertilio: "How can I possibly trust you?"

ask meme

Trust was a rare thing to come by these days. You had to build it, and in most cases someone would leave, or die, and those foundations would shatter. She made sure to never trust too easily; people abused it, but there were times when you had to give someone a chance, especially if there was no other option.

❝ You can’t, ❞arms folded across her chest as green eyes gazed over at his features.❝ But i’m the only person here right now. So it’s either me, or you’re on your own. ❞ The brunette didn’t exactly trust him either, and would have done anything to have someone she knew in his place, but at the end of the day she preferred to have someone by her side than no one at all. She had attempted to do so before, it didn’t end well.

tuusvirvespertilio; answered ;;

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cracked armour ;;

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The Corbomite Maneuver (TLOU AU)

tuusvirvespertilio:

When the female relaxed, so did he a little, glad that his reassurances appeared to be sinking in. As she turned away, he let out a sigh of relief. He really did just want to rest, although whether he’d be able to with her in the vicinity, he didn’t know. It probably wasn’t wise to take his eyes off her for too long. It wouldn’t be the first time that he’d thought someone was okay and they turned out not to be. A lesson hard learned and never forgotten. Still, she seemed to be making herself at home and he took that to be a good sign.
Lying back, he settled his head on his bag again and stifled a yawn behind his hand. Perhaps sleep wouldn’t be all that difficult after all. Eyes heavy, they began to close and his breathing evened out. He was just drifting off when he heard a noise and cracked open one eye, lifting his head just enough that he could see what she was doing. Unpacking her bag, by the looks of things. Watching her curiously, he saw what appeared to be food and barely quelled his soft moan of hunger.
He wouldn’t ask her to share and when she glanced his way, he quickly closed his eye again and pretended to be asleep. Lucky for her that she had food, he mused, as well as a safe place that she’d claimed as her own. Fortune was rarely on his side, unless you counted his still being alive. Quite how he’d managed that, he wasn’t sure. Certainly, he’d found himself in more than a few sticky situations, yet had managed to get himself out of them too. Here was hoping that this wouldn’t turn out that way.
Could he smell meat? He thought he could, but it could just be a figment of his imagination, knowing that she was eating something and just assuming it to be meat. Whatever it was, it set his stomach growling loudly and hollowly. Still not going to ask for some, though. He had faced worse, though. Sometime last year, he’d gone three weeks without eating until one day, he stumbled upon a house which, by some merciful fate, still had a few cans of food in the larder. He’d almost eaten himself sick, exercising little to no self control and gorging himself on what he found. Another mistake he wouldn’t repeat.

She could hear the all too familiar sound of one’s stomach, and for once it was not hers emitting the growl. Hunger was something Ellie had to endure on a daily basis, and despite being part of a community, food remained heavily rationed. There were times when she came across food advertisements or recipe books and read them, bewildered. It was bizarre how much they had, and so much variety, too. If Ellie had been around before the virus she wouldn’t know what to indulge in.

She glanced down at her food before speckled green eyes shifted back to the man on the floor. His eyes were closed, but she was unsure if he was asleep or not. In Ellie’s case, it normally took her a good half an hour on a good night to drift into a slumber, so she figured if he was anything like her then chances were he’d still be awake. She began to split the meat in half, figuring that she could survive without some if she was returning to the power plant at sunrise. She then grabbed a few beans –not too many, she liked the beans– and placed them atop of the same packet as the meat. With the meal roughly split in half, she then placed her half of the meal on the floor before she got up from the chair, the wood creaking a little as she did so, and made her way over to the male on the floor. Ellie crouched beside him, sliding the food his way.

❝ I can hear your stomach from over there, y'know, ❞ she spoke quietly, wondering if he would open his eyes or not. Being part of a community, Ellie sometimes forgot that there were still people out there alone and trying to survive. She still remembered that one winter, it must have been a good eight years ago now, when she was alone, fighting for survival as well as trying her damned hardest to keep an injured man stable. It had been one of the scariest experiences of her life, but one she had to endure if she wanted to keep Joel safe.

tuusvirvespertilio; the corbomite maneuver;

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