THE STARS GUIDE US.

THEY DO NOT DEFINE US. by amanda. 

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pops in to say i miss bellamy blake and he deserves a plot that doesn’t revolve a woman.

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will i ever return from the war

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i’m going to texas in the morning, so i will be slow for a few days. (like i’m not already slow) hit me up on disco    ::    nukagirl#7188

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shebore‌ < clarke griffin >:

(   𝚜𝚖𝚜   »   𝚖𝚛. 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚎   )   :   i had a great time last night, bellamy. (   𝚜𝚖𝚜   »   𝚖𝚛. 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚎   )   :   we should do it again sometime.  

(   sms  »   clarke (cute doctor)  )   :  me too. (   sms   »   clarke (cute doctor)  )   :   although i wasn’t expecting a text until tomorrow at least. thought you had game.   

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starter call for 601. please specify bellamy / emori . or like clarke’s at @burnsbodies

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i cannot write bellamy smut with him going on a soliloquy about how much he loves the other person CONTROL HIM

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kinda wanna add chloe decker. should i do the thing?

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CHARACTER PROFILE: MERCY DAVIS

BASIC TRAITS

NAME: mercy keller

NICKNAME: mer  

AGE:  twenty-two

BIRTHDATE: april 11

BIRTHPLACE:  vault 11, new vegas

FACECLAIM: olivia holt / eliza taylor

ORIENTATION: bisexual

FACTION: vault-dweller turned wanderer

ETHNICITY: caucasian

PHYSICAL TRAITS

HEIGHT: 5'3"

WEIGHT: 115 - 135 lbs

EYES: hazel/blue

HAIR: blonde

TATTOOS: none

SCENT: lavender and dust

OTHER ASPECTS: energy weapon wound on the right side of her neck

PERSONALITY TRAITS

PERSONALITY TYPE: chaotic good

POSITIVE TRAITS: persistent, hopeful, imaginative, humorous

NEGATIVE TRAITS: sarcastic, skeptical, manic, entitled

BIO

when the world ended in nuclear fire, the people selected for inhumane experiments became the overwhelming majority of the human race. though, mercy keller wasn’t born for over a century later. she was born in relative peace in the vault, although the term is relative granted that each year they sacrifice one to the vault in order to keep the rest alive. she would see the end of this.

born to john and addie, mercy’s name was given to her almost as a plea, a request to remember their daughter and spare their lives. she never felt like a bargaining chip, even if that’s part of what she was. insurance. belonging to the most powerful voting bloc, she didn’t have much to fear as a young child. they had space, they had food, even a few teddy bears, but nothing ever is calm in a vault-tec experiment, and nothing truly ever goes as planned. when a bout of sickness overcame the vault, addie, the resources manager, opted to give the medicine to the people who needed it, going against protocol and designated rations. this worked well for those who were sick, but reproduction wasn’t quick enough and took another woman’s life only months later. when it was time to vote for the next overseer, and the next sacrifice, addie was selected.

the next year was filled with pain, one mercy couldn’t quite understand, and it was filled with a coldness a year later when her mother went into her office and never again emerged. she took it better than her father, who was heartbroken, and she took it upon herself to step up and take care of him, refusing to lose both parents. she did whatever she could to stay in everybody’s good graces, a few things she regrets among them.

chaos emerged when she had barely turned seventeen. katherine stone was elected to overseer, and issued her decree ‘overseer order 745’ which changed the election process to a random selection. when this caused an uproar among the vault, mercy agreed that it wasn’t a good idea. maybe in theory, but that theory put her friends, her father, and herself at risk. she supported the coup that was put into place by her bloc, the justice bloc, in order to reverse the order and restore order to the home that they were all trapped in. the violence that ensued took the lives of nearly all the vault-dwellers, sparing mercy but condemning her peaceful father, who was against the idea in the first place.

her guilt combined with her headstrong personality led her to try to take the charge with the other four survivors that remained. she, having been from the most powerful bloc, was an easy voice to be listened to, despite her young age. all five survivors came to the same conclusion: if they kept doing this they would all end up dead anyway, so what was the point? they refused to give the vault the sacrifice required, and with that, their pipboys congratulated them and the door that had remained sealed for almost two decades opened, granting them their freedom.

the other four delve into chaos once more, overcome with the guilt that she had already felt for helping incite the violence. but she wasn’t ready to die, even if she felt more dead than before with the loss of her father. she tries everything she can to convince them to just leave – to weather the wasteland, but they’re set on ending it right there, as intended. and it does. four gunshots ring out, mercy holsters her weapon and walks out the door and into the mojave wasteland.

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aiemori < emori >‌:

i   need   you    .      i   want   you    .      her   eyes   rise   and   from   that   moment   forward    ,      they   are   glued   to   his    .      she   takes   in   every   syllable   of   every   word    .      being   a     ‘   they   ’     will   take   work   and   time    ;      she   will   have   to   learn   and   she   will   have   to  watch   him    ,      reprogramming   herself   to   see   things   differently    .      there’s   a   calm   that   has   settled   over   them   and   finally   they’re   recognizable   again    .      she   knows   this   soft   face    .      she   knows   this   hand   on   her   cheek    .      she   knows   that   this   is   the   man   she   loves    ;      who   loves   her    .      emori’s   thoughts   are   sensations    ,      not   words    ,      and   she   can’t   figure    out   how   to   express   them    .

she   nods    ,      chin   falling   as   the   exhaustion   hits   her   harder   than   before    .      tears   form   in   her   eyes   but   she   blinks   them   back    ;      she   doesn’t   want   to   cry    .      emori   wraps   her   arms   around   bellamy’s   torso   and   buries   her   face   in   his   shirt    ,      head   not   quite   reaching   the   crook   of   his   neck    .      she   exhales   .            “      i   love   you   ,      ”            she   whispers    ,      eyes   shut   and   voice   soft    .     it’s   bot   want   and   need    .      it   was    a   choice   to   know   him    ,      to   decide   to   spend   time   with   him    ,      to   kiss   him   that   first   night    .      those   were    wants     .      but   feeling   empty   last   night   because   she   might   be   losing   him    ?      feeling   cold   without   his   body   warming   her   bed    ?      she   had   grown   too   accustomed   to   his   presence    ;      she     needed     him   now    .       both   her   hands   clutch   at   his   back    ,      feeling   his   skin   under   the   soft   fabric    .      this   is   all   she   has   to   say    :            “      i   love   you    .      ”

he notices when things have shifted. when her face softens, and he feels like he can really gaze into dark eyes that are now somehow brighter. none of this had felt right. the distance, the fighting, his initial spark to this whole thing. he may be more rational than he was on the ground, but bellamy is still very much heart, diving into things   without looking beforehand.   those emotions had CONSUMED him, and maybe he would have to learn to rely on her, even in his worst moments, to weather the storm. but he trusted her. full-heartedly. and he hopes that he can prove that to her. but bellamy’s always been a dreamer, and a protector, but he’s found that the world has almost made it   IMPOSSIBLE   to be both, even one. but she’s given him a second chance, and he can’t let her down -- not like he’s let down the deceased and the lost in his life.

he’s not very tall, but emori is   tiny.   he has to drop his head in kind, lips pressed to the top of her head as strong arms wrap around her, telling her that   HE’S GOT HER.  he would be there for her. he would protect her, though lord knows she doesn’t really need it. her independence and her mind are two of the reasons that he had fallen for her on this cold ship. pressing a kiss to her head, he raises his own, glancing down at her. he swallow as fingers come to her chin, lifting her head so she will SEE HIM when he returns those words.   ‘ i love you. ‘   he doesn’t include the too, that would make it an afterthought. a response. but this isn’t just a response, it’s a DECLARATION. and a promise. he cups her face again now, thumb brushing over her cheek.   ‘ always comes back. doesn’t matter what was said, what was done. i don’t want to end a day without you. ‘

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is there some application that can make your spaces double spaces?

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THE 100 SENTENCE STARTERS, SEASONS 4-5. * survival, regret, guilt, battle, murder, etc.

i know you want to make up for all the things you’ve done, i do too. but we need to think of the bigger picture.

i made the call, and i’ll live with that.

how many people do you have to save before you forgive yourself?

you still have hope? 

you’re the one going too far, using the same justification, ‘ it’s all for my people. ‘

if you just tell them the truth, maybe they’ll surprise you.

i think peace is overrated. it’s the fighters who survive.

you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.

here’s the take away: you have to be willing to die to really live.

for all its faults, earth is really beautiful.

whatever choice i make, somebody always dies.

have you ever loved someone so much that no matter what they do to you, or themselves, you take it?

it’s gonna be wonderful. you’re gonna rebuild the world.

if we leave, we can’t come back.

is that really a risk you’re willing to take?

we’ll survive. we’ll just wish we didn’t.

we made death the enemy. that’s how we survived.

you’re a healer, not a fighter.

it’s not the truth. it’s what we say to justify the horror we inflict on other people.

why do you always have to be the one to sacrifice?

you didn’t need me anymore. 

i don’t ever want to see this place again. 

you did things to survive, that’s in the past.

what’s one more, right? we’re already murderers.

we’re talking about taking one life to save hundreds. 

if you say we’re doing the right thing enough, maybe i’ll believe you.

i’ve been fighting the abusive power all my life.

i want to see an end to the violence just as bad as you.

i’m not preparing for war, i’m planning for peace. 

we’re all just people. all this will ever be is a battlefield.

seeing you fighting to survive, that’s who i fell in love with.

as soon as this fight is over, you will fall apart again.

i was part of something bigger than myself. i didn’t know i needed that, but i did.

it felt good to be safe. i never felt that before - like i had a home. 

don’t tell me you’ve never killed for revenge.

i don’t need you to protect me. i protect myself. i always have.

you know nothing of my pain.

we were happy once, weren’t we?

i don’t want to be a killer anymore.

i don’t want to take lives to save them.

everyone dies. let’s show them how to live.

we survive together. all of us, like always.

only a fool fights a war they can’t win.

living with what we’ve done to survive is worse than death.

what happened to us being the good guys?

how do you explain the sun to someone who’s never seen it?

i know it sucks, but sometimes there are no good choices.

how many innocent lives have you sacrificed?

you were just trying to save your people, so am i.

you think better days are ahead, but that’s not true.

there is no light at the end of the tunnel. there is only the tunnel.

we are the problem - human beings, all of us. 

it doesn’t matter what we do. all we’ve done is make things worse.

trust can be earned.

i won’t apologize for protecting you from yourself.

our friends come first.

i’d walk through fire for you. i’d die for you.

you’re better at blowing things up than fixing them.

be strong, direct, unrelenting.

peace without war is still possible.

i came here to tell you that i love you very much, no matter what happens. 

careful. you took a thorn out of a lion’s foot, but they’re still a lion.

we’re still on the same team, right?

you want to weaken than enemy? what’s weaker than an enemy at war with itself?

real warriors hate war. 

this is a place we can start over and rebuild.

the ghosts can have this place.

if you do this, there’s no coming back.

you can’t save someone who’s already dead.

go to war if you want to, but at least tell them they have a choice.

it means we lost the battle, not the war.

hey, you still want a gun?

how do you choose between the monster and the devil?

what we do here now is how we survive.

living with ourselves is another story.

i’m not mad at you for saving my life. i’m mad at you for making me care about yours.

i never said i was a hero because i’m not one.

a week ago, you were a traitor. next week, you might be again.

i’m just tired of always having to choose the least bad option.

it’s broken. i broke it.

we’ve all got blood on our hands, don’t we?

i should have killed you when i had the chance.

i don’t need ghosts telling me what i lost.

i know you’re scared, i am too. but i have to do this, and you have to let me.

life should be about more than just surviving. 

it was you who saved me. 

i may never be able to fix what i broke, but i can save you. 

look around you. do you see signs of hope here?

it’s hard to keep track of whose side you’re on.

first we save their lives, then we let them prove that they deserve it.

so it’s okay for me to be the monster, but not you, right?

your mistake was power - liking it. it’s the kiss of death. 

one garden. two serpents. eden never stood a chance. 

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~ new blog aesthetic ~

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“You know, if Laurel doesn’t die, maybe we should have a baby of our own”

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about:       wendy gets her name from the location where she first woke up. her memories are wiped, but she still has common knowledge. she can speak, knows what things are called, can write, etc. but when she’s asked if she needs help and what her name was, she thinks quick -- the name of the restaurant and the name of a food item across from her.    ‘ wendy french ‘ . 

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starter call for one of my OCs,    wendy, liv, or mercy.