ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴀɢᴇ.

[ Iɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ & sᴇᴍɪ-sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ Aᴛᴏᴍ ᴏғ Tʜᴇ 100. ] Ever since a devastating nuclear war, humanity has lived on spaceships far above Earth's radioactive surface. Now, one hundred juvenile delinquents are being sent on a dangerous mission: to recolonise the planet. It could be their second chance at life... or it could be a suicide mission.

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I’M WAKING UP TO ASH AND DUST, I WIPE MY BROW AND SWEAT MY RUST, I’M BREATHING IN THE CHEMICALS / ATOM OF THE 100, MEDIUM ACTIVITY, EST. APRIL 2020

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THERE ARE NO GOOD GUYS.

Atom of CW’s The 100  /  Headcanon Based & Canon Divergent  /  Penned by Elise.

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Clarke told her stories. 

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Here’s a crappy mobile post but I just want to drop by and say that I miss Katie, Kat, Wrynn, Sammie, Torie, Spencer, Mal, Ashley & Rachel (+ anyone else that I write with!)

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1x01 Pilot // 5x01 Eden

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As soon as Atom knew that they were able to finally leave the bunker after what felt like forever, receiving word from Octavia that his girlfriend had infact made it after being part of Bellamy’s group that went to space, there was only one person that he really cared about seeing. HARPER. Being separated for the past six years without even so much as a ‘goodbye’ after the two had argued about her decision to stay back at Arcadia with Jasper and the kids that were planning to overdose rather than allow the radiation to kill them had only filled Atom with guilt and regret. Knowing that he had to apologise and make things right with her. Taking a second to bask in the fresh air, sighing with relief that he was still alive, he quickly resumed his task of scanning the large crowd for the familiar blonde. His gaze falling on her after a few seconds as he noticed her running in his direction. Opening up his arms and just pulling her into his embrace, holding her close. Remaining silent as everyone around them reunited with family and friends.

Moving to cup the face of the blonde that stood before him, Atom was unable to wipe the smile from his lips. A content sigh slipping from his mouth as his eyes scanned over her face; taking in every little detail of the woman that he had been separated from over the past six years, admiring the beauty that she had always had but he hadn’t necessarily appreciated enough until this moment. For the first time since he had found out that all of their lives had been at risk because of Praimfaya and that they didn’t necessarily have a solution that would save them, he was filled with a sense of happiness. A sense of thankfulness and gratitude. His constant worry and the recurring nightmares of Harper not making it that had haunted him, causing many sleepless nights where he would just wonder around the bunker, were now distant memories in the back of his mind. His thumb gently brushing over the skin of her cheekbone while he breathed out softly, still currently unable to finally find the perfect words to sum up the relief that he felt causing him to just remain silent.

‘I don’t think you quite understand how hard the past few years have been without you.’

@shocklashandshoot  /  starter call.

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SIX YEARS. Six years they had been trapped inside of the Wonkru bunker. One year longer than originally calculated and the effects of their incarceration were now showing in full swing. Some individuals were on the brink of losing their minds while others had already been pushed over the edge; Octavia’s leadership and the rules that she had been outlined for the bunker kru were firmly set in stone and there was no hope for anyone that crossed her. Communications with the group that had left the safety of the bunker to rescue Raven were yet to be established, no matter how hard they tried, and the group could only hope that their friends had made it to some sort of safety. Though, no matter how bad it felt at times, there wasn’t a single person that could truly complain. The bunker had protected them from radiation and had given them an extended chance at living their lives and attempting to find peace, something that they would have had no chance at otherwise. Yet, that didn’t stop Atom from longing for his freedom. Dreaming of the days where he was able to step his own two feet on the ground once again. The days where they would (hopefully!) live in peace. Without the threat of war looming over their shoulders at every day. The former delinquent dreamed of the reunion with his friends -- more so, one particular ‘friend.’ His worry at whether Bellamy had survived Praimfaya had been at the forefront of his mind since the two had been separated, and he knew Octavia had the same topic playing on her mind. Their mutual emotions allowing them to create a strong bond that surpassed the issues that they encountered together when they first came to the ground as part of the hundred. The pair frequently spending their nights awake, sitting in an isolated corner of their home as they just talked, trading stories and their hopes for the future. A solution that helped to keep the male sane until the nightmare that he was living came to an end.

Atom had been completing his rounds in the medical ward (a task that he had frequented after Abby had taken him under her wing, teaching him all that she knew about medicine and healing) when word of their ‘rescue’ had began to circulate around the bunker. At first he had just shrugged it off, almost accepting that they would be stuck under the floor for the rest of their lives, until a fuss (much louder than he was used to) began to form and he couldn’t ignore it much longer. Pushing his way through the large crowds of people that were heading in the direction of the bunker door, Atom was greeted by a blast of fresh air. A smell that had become almost foreign to him after so long. The rumours had been true. After days of trying, the rubble that had fallen and barricaded them in had finally been moved out of the way and they were finally able to go. People were leaving. Children first, followed by those that were sick or injured, and then finally, anyone else that was left. Following behind Octavia, his eyes constantly scanned the crowd. His eyes falling to Murphy, then to Harper and Echo, but he was yet to find the freckled male that he was searching for.

Taking a deep breath as he took in the sight of the ruins of what had once been Polis, he began to fill with dread. Where was he? Had he even made it like the rest of their friends? The latter of the two questions feeling more and more unlikely with every minute that had passed.

@omousvarii​  /  starter call.

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STARTER CALL!

I’m back and my muse had returned majorly! I’m currently in the midst of replying to my current drafts and asks but I want to write some new stuff, also. Like this starter call for a season five/six year time jump starter — lengths will vary!

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‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’ // *whispers* our parent au?

Turning his head to glance over at the female with his arms still crossed firmly over his chest, he shook his head. “I wasn’t picking a fight, I was simply pointing out that your brother was wrong.” He muttered in an almost childlike tone, the pout on his lips now more evident than ever before. Since Octavia had returned to town, with their daughter that he hadn’t known about, the pair had been working on making their relationship and their family work again. One way in which they tried to regain any sense of normalcy in their life together was to regularly have their family, mainly her brother and his bestfriend, Bellamy, over for a chilled night in or the occasional game night. Something that probably wasn’t the most sensible activity as the two males were ridiculously competitive — especially when it came to one another. Letting out another sigh, he turned his entire body to face her. “Are you seriously going to make me sleep on the sofa while Rory sleeps on my side of the bed because I pointed out that your brother was wrong?” He asked in a huffed tone.

@headstrongblake​  /  long forgotten meme clear out.

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‘ how did you get that black eye? ’

SIX YEARS. Six years they had been separated in order for each of them to survive Praimfaya and now that they were reunited once again, the first question the older male wanted to ask was “how did he get that black eye,” causing him to practically scoff. Yet that didn’t stop him from smiling at the sight of the male infront of him. Scanning his eyes over Bellamy’s face as he took in every single little thing. “Living in the bunker was… wild. An interesting experience. This isn’t the first injury that I’ve endured over the past six years and it’s really not important who did it.” He pointed out, immediately pulling the male into a hug. “I’ve missed you.”

@omousvarii  /  long forgotten meme clear out.

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‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’

Atom let out a sigh as he sat on one of the make-shift beds in the medical wing of the bunker, rolling his eyes at the comment from the female that stood before him. “I wasn’t the one that picked the fight, Octavia,” was all he muttered before running his hands through his hair, letting out a groan. “They were already fighting when I got there and I simply got caught in the middle trying to break it up.” The male pointed out; shaking his head as he made eye contact with her. His nose was bloody, his lip was busted and he could already feel the bruising beginning to start around his eye. “So much for us being Wonkru — they’re all too busy holding grudges against each other’s clans to realise that getting along would make living together, under the ground, far easier.”

@throwswords​  /  long forgotten meme clear out.

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