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ind.    &    highly selective roleplay blog for clarke griffin from the cw's the 100.   loved by bri.   slow reply. est. sept 18th, 2015 rebooted june 18th, 2018

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   tell  me  ,     do  you  dare  to  think  she  might  have  gone  quietly?          / + ind &. private madi griffin from the cw’s t100.       hell raised by bri.

[sunraese]

        the        sun,        i        could        recall;        it        was        scorching        &.        from        the         corner         of         my         eye         i         could         see         the         flowers         withstanding         even         the         brightest,         hottest         sun rays.         they         nicknamed         them         flowers         of         the         sun         for         a         reason,         i         suppose.

+ ft. muses from the 100, doctor who, game of thrones, grey’s anatomy, harry potter, the haunting of hill house, oceans 8, pretty little liars, twilight and many more    /    all watered by bri .

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this is a plotting call!    go ahead    &    click the heart as usual.    i’ll pop into your im’s shortly.    mutuals only please

[luthienne]

It does me no good; violence has changed me. / My body has grown cold like the stripped fields; / now there is only my mind, cautious and wary, / with the sense it is being tested.

Louise Glück, from Averno; “October” (via luthienne)

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icb @valicnt and i have been writing the same thread since 2015 ...

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“ no. ”     one  word,  one  syllable,  spoken  lowly,  with  vehemence.  twin  azure  spherules  reflect  the  monolithic  will  harnessed  within  to  remain  locked  to  your  decision.  madi  is  not  one  of  HER  nightblood  novitiates  ------  she  is  YOUR  nightblood.  the  life  in  which  the  young  girl  led  didn’t  teeter  away  from  the  flame  just  to  bring  her  right  to  the  front  gates  of  all  its  potential  power.  their  people  had  a  commander,  and  they  would  have  another  when  ...  ah,  don’t  let  yourself  think  like  that!  but  it  would  not  be  madi.     “ we are not having this discussion. i said no. ”

@hedafought     /     plotted!

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GO AHEAD    &    CLICK THE HEART FOR A SEASON 5 STARTER.

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[tenrose]

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me  and  @clarkkes  back  @  it  again  several  years  later

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from  light  to  darkness  she  descends,  into  the  rubble.  2,202  days.  it’s  a  wonder  ANYONE  is  alive  at  all.  the  land  within  praimfaya’s  path  simply  a  phantom  of  it  used  to  be.  polis,  a  place  you  once  took  in  with  a  keen  gaze,  stood   desolate.  ah,  but  it  isn’t  the  world  outside  for  which  you’ve  worried  about  in  many  moons.  THOSE  AMONG  THE  STARS  /  THOSE  LOCKED  BENEATH  THE  GROUND.  they  are  whom  your  perturbation  falls  with.  HER.

” lexa. ”     a  ghosted  breath.  is  she  real?  for  a  moment,  you  ponder  if  your  eyes  just  might  be  playing  tricks  on  you.  the  excelling  of  the  wild  thing  inside  of  your  chest  reminds  you  that,  indeed,  not  many  other  things  have  felt  THIS  real;  like  a  brand  new  air  supply.  there  had  been  no  foretelling  what  the  bunker’s  opening  could  have  unleashed.     “ you’re alive ... ”

@hedafought     /     sc!

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the claim of death.  where  else  would  a  child  be  but  with  her  mother?  NOW  more  than  ever  can  you  understand  the  will  to  keep  them  as  close  as  possible,  yet  sky  colored  spheres  have  not  come  across  one  PARTICULAR  little  girl.  the  explanation  writes  itself.  oh  how  you  KNOW  the  bitter  taste,  the  ache,  the  unbearable  writhe.  DEATH  has  always  left  the  porch  light  on  and  the  welcome  mat  out  for  you.  isn’t  that  right,  wanheda?  but  you  didn’t  command  this  one.     “ hayley ... ”     alabaster  digits  curl  in  a  consoling  squeeze  to  the  others  shoulder.  the  wrinkle  between  brows  portrays  a  solemn  expression.     “ i’m so sorry. ”

@mechabrat​     /     sc!

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the  only  person  who  wants  madi  to  be  commander  less  than  me,  is  you.  she  couldn’t  be  more  right.  the  very  essence  of  your  entire  being  vibrates  with  the  innate  need  to  protect  her.  the  mere  thought  of  the  flame  combining  with  YOUR  CHILD’S  self  brings  about  acrimony  in  the  depths  of  your  cavity.  it’s  the  reason  the  barrel  of  a  gun  has  a  TARGET  of  a  woman  who  you,  girl,  once  made  a  self - vow  to  keep  safe,  too.  oh  how  time  makes  wolves  out  of  all  of  you.     “ then we’re on the same page. ”    there’s  no  lilt  to  her  tone,  rather  a  low,  brazen  timbre  breaks  the  momentary  quiescence.    “ so, what’s the plan? ”

@bldreina    /    sc!

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stefan / @valicnt​    :

You’d have thought he’d be used to this;  a dominant position in the crosshairs,  a target,   a VICTIM  - Of the partial lifespan Stefan could remember he’d been one every day.  Within the walls of The Glade,   Beetle blades had stalked their lives,   the red blinker on their mechanical backs just another reminder that they were being watched.   In The Maze,  the Grievers had targeted them,  bulbous creatures closing in; PREDATOR ON PREY . This however was different.  Clarke was no predator,  and Stefan not her prey.

“Clarke”           he spoke again,   his fear taking an unwelcome invitation into his voice causing it to rise an octave and QUIVER.  He was ready for the inevitable,   like a guilty man in the pulpit awaiting his sentence but today the jury was out.   He watched the guard drop,   his body twitching on the floor in a horrific,   tuneless dance.

Stefan followed her without question.   His shoulder colliding with the door in order to clear a pathway.   He turned to take the east corridor but four guards were heading in their direction,   blasters in hand.           “ – this way!”           he gripped her forearm forcing her towards the western hallways.   He lost count of their turns,   lost all sense of navigation,   a compass spinning wildly in his mind,   IT’S POINT REFUSING TO STOP AT NORTH.

you’re  not  running  on  borrowed  time;  you’re  running  for  your  life.  the  maze’s  puppeteers  didn’t  conduct  such  subjection  upon  its  inhabitants  without  reason.  between  the  white  walls  booted  feet  surge  you  down  breathes  an  inside  job  in  which  the  fragmented  distortion  that  you  now  call  a  mind  cannot  even  begin  to  hold  in  its  entirety.     (     haven’t  you  noticed,  kid?     )     their  possession  for  regard  exists  only  within  their  wishful  endgame  masterpiece.  they’ll  stop  at  nothing  to  achieve  their  means.  and  you,  YOU  will  fight  like  hell  to  ensure  they  NEVER  see  it.

“ we can’t just keep running! ”     eventually,  their  luck  would  dwindle.  ah,  but  if  you  can  SURVIVE  the  towering  walls  of  terror  what’s  a  rat  faced  man  leading  cowardice  with  a  blaster?  the  EASY  part!  each  step  you  take  further  into  wicked’s  headquarters  feels  like  a trap.  your  lives  are  depending  on  this.  it’s  time  for  quick  thinking.  you  always  have  a  plan  ——  WHAT’S THE PLAN?

“ shhhhh. ”     suddenly,  they’re  not  running  any  more.  a  side  hallway  with  a  hidden  dip  their  newfound  safe  haven.     “ THEY WENT THIS WAY! ”     the  sound  of  the  once  impending  guards  pass.  for  a  moment,  the  only  thing  to  be  heard  is  the  thrashing  of  your  heart.  when  you  can  be  sure  they’re  gone  tiers  finally  conjure  words  to  produce  between  ragged  breaths.     “ there. ”     a  simple  nod  of  blonde  locks  toward  the  vent  behind  him.  “ that’s our way out. ”

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MECHA  BRAT     !     my  heart  is  not  cold     .     .     .     it’s  broken     .

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‘    —     mom     ≺  @mcthersguilt​  !

`    when three wasn’t enough ,   she took two more.   and when five didn’t seem to be enough to scratch that itch ,  she followed them with another.  she’s fallen deeper into the hole  , darkness closing around her ,   and she’s no longer looking for hands extended in efforts to pull her back out. she’s content to fall into the numbness once more.  to forget the horrors she’s survived ,  and worse ,  the ones she’s caused.   maybe she was over zealous ,  and she took too many too quickly ,  cause suddenly things are fading and her eyelids are growing heavier.  she’s not fighting to stay conscious either ,   but happily yielding to the hold that the darkness demonstrated over her.

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she’s not sure how long it’s been.  only moments ,   or perhaps days have passed ,  but suddenly clarke’s voice cuts through the darkness that has embraced her ,  draws her forth and pleads for her to open her eyes.  while every muscle screams for her to let go ,   to drift off into nothingness ,   another one reminds her why she fought to survive.  why she went on in the face of all the fear and pain that ravaged her.   and so she pushes on ,   battles her way through the fog until eyes drag slowly open ,  blinking a few times to bring the blonde before her into focus.  fear is written on clarke’s face ,  obvious in now only the line between her brows ,  but the tears in her eyes. 

                 ❛   ——  clarke  ?  ❜         // @clarkkes 

COME  ON,  COME  ON,  COME  ON.  a  vocal  manifestation  that  manages  to  slip  betwixt  parted  tiers.  she  has  to  wake  up;  open  her  eyes  and  breathe  life  into  her  lungs  again.  death  is  an  acquaintance  of  your tainted  youth.  one  who  looms  in  the  hallway  by  the  front  door  as  a  constant  reminder  that  everyone  you  love dies     (     or ends up betraying you     )     but  you,  you  are  not  ready  to  say  goodbye  to  her  !  you’ve  barely  said  hello,  in  this  new  world  /  wrecked  world.  it  was  your  job  to  save other  people,  remember?  well,  time’s  ticking  ...

“ dammit mom ... ”  if  anyone  knows  best,  it’s  you,  kid.  YOU   CAN’T  SAVE  EVERYBODY.  tell  me,  if  you  stop  trying,  do  you   think  you  might  lose  yourself  completely?  it’s  a  good  thing  that  today,  today  is  not   the  day.  oh,  just  when  the  quiescence  of  demise  begins  to   callously  roll  in  do  the  tables  turn.  blue  spheres  still   glance  down  upon  wraith,  but  to  open  eyes.  a  choked  sob  of   relief  to  break  the  air.  “ mom ... ”  gentle  hands  hesitate  none  to  bringing  her   into  an  embrace,  a  clutching  hold.  “ you’re alive. ”  what  if  she  didn't  want  to  be  saved?

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GO AHEAD    &    CLICK THE HEART FOR A SEASON 5 STARTER.