#⚕ ━━━ CONNECTIONS ჻ neve channing.

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at first it was as if all of neve’s senses had been removed. briefly, she recalled a short story in some clive barker she’d read in high school. something about sensory deprivation and insanity. she remembered never having felt a fear quite like he described. she had a rogue’s gallery of terrifying experiences, but nothing like that. in a second, she felt that preternatural abyss as an all-consuming darkness before the ringing started in her ears. before the stinging between her eyes, which she hasn’t realized she’d been squeezing so tightly (she hadn’t considered that she’d had eyes at all until that moment). something hot lapped at her clammy hands before she opened her eyes and found herself blinded by the light despite the hour being late and the sky crepuscular.

gathering her faculties bit by bit, she reached for the tongue that had woken her and found fur. comforting. she hadn’t realized the threat she feared until it was gone and her hand was on “robocop!” she left out as a grateful croak, throat sore like she’d spent the night close to an air conditioner. groping for her pack and gun, neve tried to remain as silent as the los angeles detritus crunched beneath her every calculated move. the city always had a topsoil of litter. the apocalypse had done to it what it did to all things–stripped it bare and made it more of what it truly was. her footsteps seemed to echo as she stepped on what looked like a few hundred years-old concert flyers. robocop’s ears perked up, alerting her to the presence of someone else. not an echo. not the dead.

“hello?” she called. feeling stupid before the second syllable. like the first to die in a horror movie, the actress’ name buried in obscurity several credits below the bumbling sheriff. clearing her throat, she tried to get her feet underneath her, steeling herself for whatever answered and for whatever they had planned for her. living or dead.

#miseriastart #she started the apocalypse in los angeles but has been gone nearly two years #on the road #but feel free to assume a connection if it works for you !! #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ neve channing ❜ / open starters.

[asclepivs]

⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ NEVE CHANNING ❜   /  TD.

⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ if you get hungry enough◝ you start to eat your own heart ❜   /  musings. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ you’ve tasted tragedy◝ surely you can handle tenderness ❜   /  visage. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ the moon is beautiful now◝ you should have seen her before the war ❜   /  aesthetic. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ some days i’m more wolf than woman ❜   /  answers. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ like a fever i burned then broke◝ like the dawn i rose then broke ❜   /  music. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ how very little can be done in the spirit of fear ❜   /  history. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ you are so brave and quiet◝ i forget you are suffering  ❜   /  mentions. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ you have turned your heart into a museum of people you’ve loved ❜   /  family. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ fangs for days◝ nights dig deeper than dog bites ❜   /  robocop. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ i was the girl full of talk of coffins and keyholes ❜   /  edits. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ there is no end to what a living world will demand of you ❜   /  headcanons. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ she uses a scalpel for punctuation ❜   /  memes. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ godly as a child’s shriek◝ spiderlike i spin mirrors ❜   /  ooc. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ my hands are full of ash◝ i burn down everything i touch ❜   /  shane stone. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ there is so much stubborn hope in the human heart ❜   /  douglas channing. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ some memories don’t soften◝ they grow edges like knives ❜   /  paula channing. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ maybe i’ve always been destined to end up in this place ❜   /  canon verse. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ yippie queue yay motherfucker ❜   /  queue. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ but i had my secrets too◝ wanting to be wanted by someone i wanted ❜   /  wanted connections.

#⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ if you get hungry enough◝ you start to eat your own heart ❜ / musings. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ you’ve tasted tragedy◝ surely you can handle tenderness ❜ / visage. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ the moon is beautiful now◝ you should have seen her before the war ❜ / aesthetic. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ some days i’m more wolf than woman ❜ / answers. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ like a fever i burned then broke◝ like the dawn i rose then broke ❜ / music. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ how very little can be done in the spirit of fear ❜ / history. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ you are so brave and quiet◝ i forget you are suffering ❜ / mentions. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ you have turned your heart into a museum of people you’ve loved ❜ / family. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ fangs for days◝ nights dig deeper than dog bites ❜ / robocop. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ i was the girl full of talk of coffins and keyholes ❜ / edits. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ there is no end to what a living world will demand of you ❜ / headcanons. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ she uses a scalpel for punctuation ❜ / memes. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ godly as a child’s shriek◝ spiderlike i spin mirrors ❜ / ooc. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ my hands are full of ash◝ i burn down everything i touch ❜ / shane stone. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ there is so much stubborn hope in the human heart ❜ / douglas channing. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ some memories don’t soften◝ they grow edges like knives ❜ / paula channing. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ maybe i’ve always been destined to end up in this place ❜ / canon verse. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ yippie queue yay motherfucker ❜ / queue. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ but i had my secrets too◝ wanting to be wanted by someone i wanted ❜ / wanted connections.

[nocshift]

⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ NEVE CHANNING ❜   /  TD.

⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ if you get hungry enough◝ you start to eat your own heart ❜   /  musings. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ you’ve tasted tragedy◝ surely you can handle tenderness ❜   /  visage. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ the moon is beautiful now◝ you should have seen her before the war ❜   /  aesthetic. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ some days i’m more wolf than woman ❜   /  answers. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ like a fever i burned then broke◝ like the dawn i rose then broke ❜   /  music. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ how very little can be done in the spirit of fear ❜   /  history. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ you are so brave and quiet◝ i forget you are suffering  ❜   /  mentions. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ you have turned your heart into a museum of people you’ve loved ❜   /  family. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ fangs for days◝ nights dig deeper than dog bites ❜   /  robocop. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ i was the girl full of talk of coffins and keyholes ❜   /  edits. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ there is no end to what a living world will demand of you ❜   /  headcanons. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ she uses a scalpel for punctuation ❜   /  memes. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ godly as a child’s shriek◝ spiderlike i spin mirrors ❜   /  ooc. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ my hands are full of ash◝ i burn down everything i touch ❜   /  shane stone. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ there is so much stubborn hope in the human heart ❜   /  douglas channing. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ some memories don’t soften◝ they grow edges like knives ❜   /  paula channing. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ maybe i’ve always been destined to end up in this place ❜   /  los angeles. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ yippie queue yay motherfucker ❜   /  queue. ⚕ . ˚ ◝   —  ❛ but i had my secrets too◝ wanting to be wanted by someone i wanted ❜   /  wanted connections.

#⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ if you get hungry enough◝ you start to eat your own heart ❜ / musings. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ you’ve tasted tragedy◝ surely you can handle tenderness ❜ / visage. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ the moon is beautiful now◝ you should have seen her before the war ❜ / aesthetic. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ some days i’m more wolf than woman ❜ / answers. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ like a fever i burned then broke◝ like the dawn i rose then broke ❜ / music. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ how very little can be done in the spirit of fear ❜ / history. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ you are so brave and quiet◝ i forget you are suffering ❜ / mentions. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ you have turned your heart into a museum of people you’ve loved ❜ / family. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ fangs for days◝ nights dig deeper than dog bites ❜ / robocop. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ i was the girl full of talk of coffins and keyholes ❜ / edits. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ there is no end to what a living world will demand of you ❜ / headcanons. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ she uses a scalpel for punctuation ❜ / memes. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ godly as a child’s shriek◝ spiderlike i spin mirrors ❜ / ooc. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ my hands are full of ash◝ i burn down everything i touch ❜ / shane stone. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ there is so much stubborn hope in the human heart ❜ / douglas channing. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ some memories don’t soften◝ they grow edges like knives ❜ / paula channing. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ maybe i’ve always been destined to end up in this place ❜ / los angeles. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ yippie queue yay motherfucker ❜ / queue. #⚕ . ˚ ◝ — ❛ but i had my secrets too◝ wanting to be wanted by someone i wanted ❜ / wanted connections.