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☾✧.° @seabrcck​ said: ♫

♫ : Lots of philosophers talk about the significance of music. What does music mean to your muse?

    Music to Wendy is something to drown out the thoughts in her head. She is constantly filled with guilt and anger and if her music is loud enough no matter what it is, she gets a break from her thoughts. Wolf songs? Those mean a lot to her. No matter where she went - that part of being a wolf stayed inside her.

☾✧.° @seabrcck​ said: “ Do you need to sit down? ”

    Her body had ADJUSTED to life without a moonstone necklace. Being the Great Alpha meant her powers weren’t going anywhere, they still itched beneath the surface of her skin. But now having one back, it had to readjust to having one. It was an odd sensation. Eyes glowed and she coughed slightly, “no. I’m fine. Still getting used to it.”

this is OBSCENE

“yeah? i wouldn’t worry too much. most of them are too lazy to do any real harm. see?” he drags one clawed hand down the trunk of the nearest tree, smiling at her. “besides, i’m pretty sure the scariest thing that could be out here is wynter after being woken up... or willa just on a normal night.”

☾✧.° @seabrcck​ said: 19, 42, 76 for character development !

019. If they could have a superpower, what would they choose?

She would want to see the future. Prophecies freak her out but she’d like to know what’s going to happen because then maybe she would have a say in it happening, make some changes, etc. Also it would be handy in knowing how tf to do her job.

042. What is their greatest achievement?

Managing to escape fate and destiny, or at least avoid it for as long as she did. Destiny arrives all the same but she delayed it until she was mostly ready.

076. How do they express anger?

Violence. Which is not great. She lunges for whoever pisses her off and would probably shove them down if someone wasn’t usually there to hold her back. If she doesn’t use violence then she uses harsh words - she knows how to press on people’s weak points.

“𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆?“ how bold of the cheerleader. what a proposition to the zombie, eyes looking back at the girl who has mischief in her eyes. zed looks around, no one in sight as he already has some idea of what she is considering. There is no one around at the school and they can skip class, hell, skip town and just be the good old a girl and her zombie story. “I’m at your service, my lady. Lead the way.“ And his hand takes hers, a smile on his lips as the green aired boy wiggles his eyebrows, ready for some trouble with his favorite human person.

“i know, addie.”  zed jumps into action as soon as she speaks, brows furrowing in worry. he takes her hand in his, soft and careful. fingers tracing the outline of her z-band. he can see a hint of redness on her skin. and there’s nothing zed can do to ease her pain. not a single thing to change the fact that she’s different, and they’re hurting her by not realizing that she is. he lifts her hand, placing a kiss on the inside of her wrist.

“this is wrong. we should do something about it. we should —” inspiration hits in a flash and zed’s eyes go wide. “take it off! or break it. or get eliza to hack it. if it’s not working it probably can’t hurt you, right? and no one has to know.”

zombies takes place in the last of us cinematic universe change my mind

zed: hi i’m zed! :D