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@e1itist
#e1itist. athena astor. independent original character based in science-fiction & supernatural lore. written by chrissie, she/they, 28. beta editor only. a study in: female rage. time as a concept. tragic loss and reinvention. robinhoodian. the dark side of old money elitists.
#SPACEK1NG: independent bellamy blake from the 100 universe. this interpretation is based on season 1 - 5, and mostly headcanon based. plot driven. as adored by chrissie. twenty-eight, she/they.
#SPACEK1NG: independent bellamy blake from the 100 universe. this interpretation is based on season 1 - 5, and mostly headcanon based. plot driven. as adored by chrissie. twenty-eight, she/they.
he he he i did a thing ....
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me following all these t100 blogs expecting it not to make me want to write in the fandom….
How Intimidating Am I?
Send 🐹 for “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”
Send 🐰 for barely intimidating
Send 🐭 for slightly intimidating
Send 🐱 for moderately intimidating
Send 🦊 for fairly intimidating
Send 🐯 for very intimidating
Send 🐻 for “MOTHER OF GOD PLEASE DON’T EAT ME–”
🐝 * ― 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.
❛ are we actually doing the right thing? ❜ ❛ are you bleeding? ❜ ❛ are you even sorry? ❜ ❛ are you still mad at me? ❜ ❛ are you sure you’re gonna be okay on your own? ❜ ❛ can’t we just be friends again? ❜ ❛ can we pretend this never happened? ❜ ❛ can you help me with this? ❜ ❛ didn’t you listen to what i just said? ❜ ❛ did you ever even love me? ❜ ❛ don’t you believe me? ❜ ❛ do you trust me? ❜ ❛ do you understand what that means? ❜ ❛ do you want to talk about it? ❜ ❛ haven’t you heard the news? ❜ ❛ have you ever cared about anyone other than yourself? ❜ ❛ how did you do that? ❜ ❛ how will i ever be able to repay you? ❜ ❛ is it my fault? ❜ ❛ is there anything i can do for you? ❜ ❛ was all of this just a lie? ❜ ❛ we’re gonna survive this, right? ❜ ❛ what are you doing here? ❜ ❛ what do you want from me? ❜ ❛ what have you done to them? ❜ ❛ what makes you think i’m going to help you? ❜ ❛ when was the last time you ate something? ❜ ❛ when will it stop? ❜ ❛ when will you ever grow up? ❜ ❛ where were you last night? ❜ ❛ who did this to you? ❜ ❛ who the hell are you? ❜ ❛ why can’t you just let it go? ❜ ❛ why didn’t you tell me sooner? ❜ ❛ why did you leave me? ❜ ❛ why don’t you come home with me? ❜ ❛ why would you do something like that? ❜ ❛ will you call me when you got there safely? ❜ ❛ will you please tell me what happened? ❜ ❛ will you stop doing that? ❜
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠? independent original character based in science-fiction & supernatural lore. twenty-one plus only. plot-driven and low-activity. as captured by chrissie.
NO , NO . LEDA SAW THE SWAN , GRABBED IT BY ITS NECK AND BURNED ITS BASTARD WINGS RIGHT OFF . SAID , “SO YOU DON’T HURT THE OTHER GIRLS , MOTHER FUCKER . "
# GODCLAWS — 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒 & 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 . featuring various original characters as well as canon muses from media and literature , including netflix’s stranger things , netflix’s you and fox's bones . minors do not interact . 21+ preferred . promo credit .
Hey, I love Athena.
HEY! I LOVE YOU WHAT THE EHCK
she should have known the other woman would understand . after all , she was born with the same ornate silver spoon in her mouth as love and forty : that thing fucking choked the quinn twins , smothered their hopes & dreams before they could even get past their lips . when they were finally old enough to spit out the tarnished metal , they spent the rest of their lives digging their own graves spoonful by spoonful . idly , love wonders how athena wields hers .
' yeah . tell me about it . ' it's unusual for her to sound so defeated , her endurance wearing thin as the days go on with a media onslaught plastering her pain on every fucking gossip site & news station that's having a slow day . ' fucking vultures . all of them . ' love sighs , wiping her hands clean on the damp kitchen towel slung over her shoulder . ' no , no ---- honestly , it's nice to have the company . things have been ..... way too quiet lately . ' or maybe its her thoughts that are far too loud .
That exhaustion that clings onto every one of Love's words is felt in her bones. Dragging her toward the grave. It becomes all too much, always being in the spotlight. Always finding your name tarnished across the internet, the newspapers. Athena tries not to let herself get too swept up in it all, but sometimes it is inevitable. They do not have to keep talking about it, though. Giving breath to people hellbent on destroying them for a few clicks, a few dollars in the pockets of corporate America.
Athena sighs, feeling the contempt rush out of her body as she does so, and finally allows herself to do something she rarely does. She offers Love a smile, and stands up from her place at the table to join her at the counter. ❛ It's been so lovely having some time here to just get away from everything, the least I can do is help you clean up. ❜
someone pat me on the head and tell me i've done a good job
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THE CROW CLUB IS IN SHAMBLES. KAZ DOESN’T KNOW HOW THE Dime Lions had managed to break in. But they had and they’d torn the place apart. He was furious. They’d destroyed the bar and looted half the supply of alcohol. They’d smashed the safe and taken every single penny that Kaz had made over the years. They’d practically put him back to square one: an old, dilapidated building that couldn’t support its own weight. He’d sent Jesper to get Wylan, but Jesper wouldn’t be back for another hour or so. The walk to the Van Eck was a long one and apparently Jesper had forgotten about the tunnel Kaz had put in.
He leans on his cane, staring around at the wreckage. It’s going to take weeks to fix this. Months, even. He doesn’t even want to think about it. He makes his way over to the bar and fishes through the sea of glass shards for a bottle and a glass that are intact. He comes up empty. Damn them. Unfortunately, Kaz knows exactly why the Lions attacked. He ran Pekka Rollins out of town a month ago. The gang is still bitter about it and apparently they’d wanted revenge. Well, they’d just have to learn what happens when you mess with Kaz Brekker. He wasn’t planning on being merciful.
At the sound of footsteps behind him, he tenses. He doesn’t recognize these footsteps. “Either give me good news or get the hell out,” he says. He doesn’t turn around from where he’s standing at the bar.
By now the whispered news of the hit had reached the ears of those with ears to the pavement. Athena being one of them. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to slink her way in here, offer up her services as long as she could get a pretty penny for it. Everything in this town was about confidence. Whether you truly felt it or not. So it is with her chin held high that she walks through the doors of the Crow Club, and admires the wreckage around her. They certainly had done a number on the place. Too bad those Dime Lions had a tendency for bragging, or perhaps they might be getting away with it. She doesn't say anything, simply walks up beside him and places an unopened bottle of kvas and two intact glasses onto the bar top. A peculiar little smile on her face, as though she might have just read his mind. That was not possible, of course, not even those who practice the small sciences are capable of such things, but that didn't stop Athena from acting as though she could. ❛ I'm not usually one who brings good news. ❜ She prefers destruction. Chaos. Anything in between. The bottle of kvas is opened, and she pours a hefty amount into each glass before pushing one over toward him. ❛ Looks like you might need some help, Brekker. ❜
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RIFF IS PRETTY SURE HE’S IN HELL. ALL OF THE NUNS AND PRIESTS ARE wrong. Hell isn’t an endless pit of fire and brimstone. Hell is the West Side. Hell is Tony being dead. Hell is his gang leaving him. Hell is here. On earth. He can’t even say that hell is home because he’s pretty sure they tore down his apartment building two weeks ago. He’s lost count of how long it’s been since the rumble. A month? Two? Time just bleeds together after a while. He doesn’t even have Grazi anymore. He might be able to get through this if he did, but she went back to school. He hasn’t seen her in ages. He hasn’t gone looking. Better to cut people off all at once than to do it in stages. It’s always been his motto and it’s why he hasn’t sought out any of the guys. If they want to cut him off and vanish into the night, he won’t go looking.
He sees them, sometimes. At the grocery store or in school or at the mechanic’s. Somehow they’ve managed to find jobs. Riff hasn’t. It’s like his life stopped the day Tony died. And really, that’s what happened, isn’t it? He would’ve died—he should’ve died—that night. But he didn’t. Tony ignored him and got a bullet in the back for his trouble. No one knows who fired the shot. But everyone knows Tony bled out and died in the street. They carried him into Val’s and had the funeral the next day. Riff couldn’t go. Riff didn’t even know until Ice told him, gently, the following morning.
Yeah. He stopped when Tony did. He just wishes someone had had the insight to plunge the knife right back into his stomach. No one did, though. Sometimes he wonders why he’s still doing this, but then he remembers the look on Tony’s face when Riff told him to take the knife out and he forces himself to keep going.
So that’s what he’s doing. Walking aimlessly down the street with a bottle dangling from his fingertips. It’s halfway to empty. He brings it to his lips and takes a drink. He crashes into someone five seconds later. “The fuck you doin’ here?” he mutters. He doesn’t know this girl. “Ain’t ya turf. Scram.” He should be angry. He doesn’t have it in him to be angry. He’s just empty. “Ya hear me? Said scram.” He leans down and gets right up in her face. “Means get the fuck out ‘fore I make ya.”
She had been doing her best to keep to herself since arriving. This place seemed to be embers burning in the ashes. Nothing but the remains of a powder keg exploding. A place ravished by a hidden war. Athena has been keeping to herself, nothing more than scouting and collecting information. As she has always been taught to do. Her brother had sent her out here to find out what had happened, what remained of the feud that had been brewing. Whispers were not enough, and from what she had seen firsthand, she knew this to be true. Perhaps it was unwise to be walking the streets at night, but the sun had barely set and she thought some fresh air might help her readjust herself from spending the whole day reading. The nip in the air had her pulling her coat against herself closer as she walks down the sidewalk, keeping her head down as she didn't really feel like drawing attention to herself. That plan absolutely backfired on her, for if she were looking up she might have been able to step out of the way of the drunken whirlwind of a man that crashed into her. ❛ Excuse me? ❜ What should have perhaps been an apology from his mouth has only come out in threats. Athena has never been one to let herself get pushed around, and she certainly wasn't going to start with this feral. Eyes wide with disbelief, she doesn't flinch as he draws himself inches from her face. In fact, she squares up her shoulders and stares right back at him with defiance. ❛ I am quite aware what scram means, but I certainly will not be taking any of your threats. I have just as much right to walk these streets as anyone else does. ❜
“ e1itist. ”
Allie is the kind of person filled with light. Everything that Athena is not. She wonders if she can truly see it. Does Allie look in the mirror and see the brightness that echoes out into the world? As the words leave Allie's lips, she feels her chest bloom and restrict all at once. It is everything she has wanted, she realises, as she curls her legs closer around Allie's, shifting herself closer against the mattress. She wants to be loved, she wants to love, but it feels so unreachable. As though if she blinks she will miss the opportunity. Athena raises a hand, dragging her fingertips softly across Allie's cheeks. ❛ You do not really want to love me, you are much too good for me. ❜
she doesn't understand how athena could move closer and still pull herself so far away. allie can feel the cold through her touch. her worlds come like a blow, a burst of something like fire, but not warm at all. " what? " she shoots up like an awakened vine, no longer lulled and dreamy from her place laying next to athena on the bed. " no, no, i- i ... i do- i do love you. i do want to. and i love you. " her brows are furrowed, partly confused and the other so, so very determined that athena hears her. " you ... you can't tell me i don't want to love you, you ... you just can't, 'thena. i'm always gonna' love you. i never told you- i never told you that i didn't, why would you think that? "
It is the sudden movement of Allie beside her that rouses her from her dream-like state. How easily it can be achieved here, laying in amongst soft pillows surrounded only by the sounds of nature outside the door. Nothing like the city that kept her awake at night usually. She didn't mean to upset Allie, it has never been her intention, so she reaches up her hand to brush her fingertips softly into her hair. ❛ I didn't mean that I don't believe you. ❜ She says quietly, and beckons the girl back down to the mattress with her. Back into the safety of her arms. ❛ I want you to love me, I think. More than anything. ❜
@waldenborn sent , “ you don’t need to protect me. ”
They had already done the impossible. Fallen from the sky and survived. Stepped foot on a planet that has been off-limits for years. It was just unfortunate that it had been a bunch of children sent down here. They didn't know what they were doing, not a single one of them. Athena wasn't stupid. It seemed that they needed one another now more than ever, but here he was, with his boyish ways, proclaiming himself a loner. Whatever the hell we want. Athena rolls her eyes. ❛ Someone has to. ❜
