#solstice.

GET OFF ANON AND QUESTION ME YOURSELF ALREADY

"Walking up to me expecting Walking up to me expecting words It happens all the time Present company excepted Present company except the worst It happens every night" - Dance Yourself Clean, LCD Soundsystem

🌹           *           ﹕ㅤㅤ    he was fucking tired, the kind heavier than something a simple sleep could fix. but who was warlord without a war a fight anyway? his lungs   burned   raw   while   blood   trickled   from   one   ear   from   overusing   his   miracle, but he pushed through it all as he tried to fend off the horde of undead near the hospital. and they just kept on coming, ugly necrotic bastards climbing over   each   other   like   pests fighting over their next meal, but he couldn't let them get any closer to the wounded. sometimes this miracle felt like a curse, as he could   hear   every   heartbeat   through   the   vibrations   in   the   air and the concrete beneath his feet,    and there were too   many   people.   too   many   goddamned   souls   relying   on   him   to   hold   the   line. and the undead were never satisfied no matter how much they'd consumed, running toward him now, so he raised his hands when they got close enough⸻ a powerful shockwave erupting outward in a concentrated pulse. and it was strong enough to turn the first few undead into red mist while the force continued to rip through the rest, going as far as halfway down the block. but something as powerful didn't come easy on his own body either, feeling the microfractures forming in his bones from unleashing such massive force. so he grabbed the automatic rifle slung across his body, aiming for the skulls. the rifle barked, the rounds themselves barely mattering with this kind of resilient enemies, so he amplified every impact until their skulls   practically   liquefied   from   the resonance rattling their brains. but surviving and holding off these things was nearly impossible alone, a crooked little smile parting his lips, teeth visible for only a second as he sensed another coming close⸻ hopefully to help. " hope you're ready to fight for your fuckin' life, " saint huffed at the other without even sparing them a glance, continued to shoot the undead motherfuckers, better to assume they were competent to have even more fired up. @mortalduality

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My dad's feral cat turned housecat, Solstice.