class-cannibal:

ok its rebloggable

skreeee:

cottoncloth:

the-ants-den:

Little One-lers, little onelers, let us come in~

FINALLY FINISHED IT, WHEW.

I really like is scenario.

please and thanks

wHOA THERE

quenchycactus:

Piper left me this in my skype before she went to bed. im not sure if i should be angry about this or what because she said it was ‘just for me’ but by that she meant ‘look julia i was bored so i wrote you something to make you sad’

Here have some one-sided truffula flu swoncest NOT written by me but by theprettygoodgatsby.

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One thinks he might be in love with Swag.

Maybe he always was, back before the flu, when One lived alone and away from anything living, when Swag was an upstart young businessman with an insatiable curiosity and a laugh that brightened all the dark corners of what was once thriving business.

He misses those days, sometimes. Misses when things were simpler, when people left him alone, when he wot around Swag was just the urge to kill and not some sort of dumb schoolgirl crush.

He misses the days when he didn’t have to share Swag.

But the flu’s everywhere now, and those days are gone.

One gets infected, with grey skin and glowing eyes, and Swag treats him exactly the same as he always did. (One kind of loves him for it, but he kind of loves him for a lot of things.)

Swag drags him around the remnants of the world, pulls him into a group of people almost as messed up as him. One likes them, but they’re Swag’s people, really, not his. One never really feels like he’s on the same page as the rest of the group- they’re searching desperately for a cure that One doesn’t really want. They get upset when Bitter dies, and One eats his body. Half the time, the treat One like he’s about to snap and kill them all, and they treat him like Swag’s pet the rest of the time. Things like that.

He usually just hangs back and watches everyone else. Watches them grow strong, watches them grow tired, watches Swag grow close to other people and push them away like he always does.

He sees Swag and Entre kiss once, in the midst of battle, when they’re all pretty sure they’re going to die, and One feels like he’s lost something.

He feels like he lost Swag until he realizes that Swag was never his to begin with.

One cuts off Swag’s foot (its a mercy, really, Entre would just fuck it up, and you can’t claim he offered to do it because he was hurt, seeing as it only made him feel worse) and he lets Entre carry Swag out of the hospital.

One tells Swag stories he’s memorized while he recovers until Swag falls asleep. He wants to run his fingers through Swag’s hair, to press his lips to his forehead, to have some sort of contact, but he’s covered in blood and that would be a dead giveaway.

So, One stands, slowly, and leaves the room, feeling more alone than he ever did when he was on his own.

ineedathneed:

I lied.

masterarrowhead:

masterarrowhead:

idea credit to phantomdawn

I FIXED IT SO IT LOOPS NOW THANK GOD.
Never try to make gifs when you haven’t slept in 24 hours.

masterarrowhead:

masterarrowhead:

idea credit to phantomdawn

I FIXED IT SO IT LOOPS NOW THANK GOD.

Never try to make gifs when you haven’t slept in 24 hours.