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Hiatus Notice!

Sorry for the quiet over here guys, it seems that’s Wick’s muse fizzled out when the season ended. I’m not sure if he’ll come back when s3 starts, but I’m not deleting him because I love him. Feel free to follow me over at beautifulintense or chaosvessel both are currently active. I think another muse might be on the horizon, but not sure at this time so stay tuned. You’re all amazing! Never forget!

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Hiatus Notice!

Sorry for the quiet over here guys, it seems that's Wick's muse fizzled out when the season ended. I'm not sure if he'll come back when s3 starts, but I'm not deleting him because I love him. Feel free to follow me over at beautifulintense or chaosvessel both are currently active. I think another muse might be on the horizon, but not sure at this time so stay tuned. You're all amazing! Never forget!

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got 6 of 10 drafts done here gonna go search out food & play minecraft with my bro. like this for a starter !

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ahnvee:

❛ RELAX. ❜

HE’S BEEN CHEWING THE END OF A CIGARILLO for the past fifteen minutes, hands easy-resting on the steering wheel while his elbow dips precariously in his dashboard ashtray. Slowly, very slowly, his head turns and he regards him with an unfailing am- ount of compassion and understanding. Truly, he understands the fear, the apprehension. He remem- bers, back to the days of shaggy hair and stained button-ups, the way excitement and anticipation crawled up his spine like a slick WORM. His hand lifts and knuckles brush the other’s arm in some sort of comforting touch ( keep it together, boy ) and he nods.

❛ TOUT ES TRÉS BIEN. YOU CAN DO THIS. ❜

Wick takes a deep breath like the word relax was an order and not a comforting suggestion. The air expands his lungs and gives him a momentary illusion that maybe this was all going to work out. Too bad confidence wasn't contagious. He wasn't raised for this. Serving appetizers to his mother's friends when they came over to play bridge, and having his head buried in a book. That was the part he'd been groomed to play, not second-hand drug pusher. Yet, here he was, he liked to blame it on the failing economy and the gross abuse of the capatilist system, but in reality is was that he'd learned how to turn an easy dollar and someone told him that he could make that multiple with a little luck and a little faith.

The brush of knuckles over his arm serve to do little more than raise a curiosity in him, and he catches the other's expression in the passing of oncoming headlights as the French curls off his tongue. "Yeah, right," he could do this, another deep breath. "I guess this isn't your first time." The other hadn't seemed like the type for small talk, but maybe first impressions were wrong.

#ahnvee #( v * no sympathy for the devil )

reivxn:

she had no clue how she’d brushed over the access panel on the metal, and she’s internally scolding herself for missing such an important detail on the pile. she’ll spare a roll of her eyes as he gives her a raise eyebrow in her direction, crossing her arms. she walks over and crouches down next to him, staring at the access panel. it was bent and crumpled, but it looked like, with some effort, it’d give and open. “i didn’t even see it. but, i have a feeling there’s not gonna be much to work with.”

“some people out on a run to find some more food found it and lugged it back for us to look at.” she watches as he peels off the panel, her own curiosity showing in her eyes.

It only takes a few minutes with them both prying at the twisted tin can for the panel to come loose. He peels it back carefully and squints at the twist of wires underneath. His breath catches for a minute at the look of the circuit board and computer components. He's not sure exactly what he's seeing, but if it's what he thinks it is, it sure doesn't make any damn sense.

“Is that a radio receiver?" He moves some wires aside and gestures with the screw driver. "And a closed circuit relay for a video feed?" His teeth edge over his lip as his brow lowers. "This thing was some sort of surveillance system. Nothing like they had at Mount Weather though."

#reivxn #( v * welcome to the ground )

ofvalors:

he feigns offense at his words, dropping the weight where he’s told to with a grunt before straightening & facing wick. ❛ i’m a great teacher. i’m just normally teaching fighting or scouting not— my own language. would teaching me english be so easy for you? ❜

there’s attitude in his voice but, he’s smirking. ❛ you clearly don’t have a talent in language, at least. ❜

"I mean, I probably still need someone to teach me English." He admits it with a sheepish smile, crouching to inventory his supplies. There were still a few things he needed to salvage, but his request for a small leave from camp hadn't been approved so to speak.

"I still need to get a few things," he pauses, considering how much trouble was too much. "Speaking of scouting and fighting...I don't suppose you'd be up for a little trip?' He shifts his weight and stands, who better to take him to the other crash site than someone familiar with the terrain. "Another Ark station crashed pretty close to here, I've heard it's a graveyard, but that means parts, and supplies.”

#ofvalors #( v * coordination complex )

ahangedman

monsters are real, and ghosts are real, too. they live inside us, and sometimes,

they win —-

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mechanicism:

❝Somedays? I’d love to make a bomb, but I’m about five HUNDRED percent that would get me floated and I actually enjoy living most of the time.❞ There’s even a hint of a smile on her lips as she speaks. She’d love to see SOMETHING go boom.

Explosions were something she had always wanted to see. Maybe the girl was a bit of a PYRO at heart, but no one really needed to have that information. A sigh passes her lips as an eyebrow quirks and she continues toying with the box.

❝They shouldn’t be sticking people who don’t know what they;re doing on things like that.❞ Yes she’s judging the mechanic who clearly had fucked up but, then again, she’s no better now is she? 3 MONTHS of oxygen W A S T E D .

❝So what have you been up to lately, Wick? you haven’t been around to ANNOY me as of late.❞

It takes a moment before his fingers stumble over some broken wire, and he's splicing and capping it off before he can even consciously recognize the problem. Some things were just ingrained now, muscle memory, sure they had electricians, but floating out in the middle of space...it sort of paid to be a clutch player. Be good at more than just one or two things. He can't stop himself from glancing up at Raven when she talks. He should maintain focus, but he wasn't strong enough to look away from her when she was actually attempting a conversation with him. It was a rare honor that he wasn't just dismissed with a huff and a snappy comment. Maybe it was the alcohol, whatever, he’d take it. A smile sticks to his face as she talks about blowing stuff up. He'd been joking, but he could see that he'd hit a bit of a nerve. The excited glow of her eyes was enough to make him gulp a bit and look back down at his hands.

It's her question that makes him steel his resolve and look back up at her. "Sinclair's just got me doing a ton of research lately. I think he's trying to bore me to death. Not to mention the plans he gave me are in ten different languages. So that's been a real party." He wasn't sure how much he was supposed to say. Sinclair hadn't exactly said it was a secret or anything, but he did give off a weird vibe. "They're the old school re-entry protocols from before the stations joined together."

#mechanicism #( v * lithium and water )

arkhealer:

They need to know. It is knowledge that bears down on her shoulders, that plagues her thoughts ( she cannot budge it with the clawing of her fingers: they need to know. They have to know—they must know. ) She is stubborn, and she is sure ( she will follow her father with his plans, with her tongue as her sword—it is a blade, and she sits, she sharpens it, she laps steel in brittle flecks across the FEAR that threatens to engulf her. )

‘ He’s busy right now. ’ It is only worry that sinks in her stomach—why is he busy? What is he doing? The Ark is running out of oxygen—that’s what he’s doing. Fixing it. ( she doesn’t think about consequence, repercussions—she doesn’t think of losing her father before her eyes. He’ll fix it. They need to know. )

‘ You can come in though—I don’t think he’ll be long. ’ She swings the door open, and sits back where her homework ( trivial, frivolous—the Ark is running out of oxygen and she’s stuck poring over finding surds ) is sprawled across the desk.

‘ You’re an engineer, right? ’

A roll of his shoulders does nothing to ease the tension curling there, something was off and he wasn't sure if it was any of his business. He couldn't seem to shake the sense that the room he was entering was steeped in discomfort, and for some reason it was times like these that he was reminded how thin those cold metal walls were. How small a distance separated life from the vacuum of space. Then again maybe the mysterious summons, and the awkward teenager weren't anything to get so macabre about. In fact both of those things were more common- place when he put a little rational to it. Eyes scan the homework spread on the table, he didn't miss those days. He preferred practical experience, not that he didn't find himself buried in papers with a pen half chewed hanging out of his mouth, but at least he really got to build stuff now. School was so dry.

A smile crosses his face at her question, "best engineer on this scrap heap." It only takes a second for his brain to catch up to his mouth, "okay...second best after your old man. He told me to meet him here, so I hope you don't mind if I wait? If you do, I can go wander the halls for a while."

#arkhealer #( v * working with ten percent )

youngestmechanic:

【 ‹ Ｒ › 】

❝Oh my god.❞ She sighs, shaking her head at him in an act of semi-faux dismay as she gives his hand a playful squeeze. This is what she needs. She wants him to pause her worry, to wipe away the sadness that had resided in her chest for far too long now.

He makes her forget. & That’s exactly what she needs.

❝If your head gets any damn bigger, it’ll float off like a helium balloon.❞ She declares, pouting slightly as she raises a brow at him. Raven was a proud owner of an excellent poker face. But laughing at his jokes in secret? No. Well, maybe once. Or twice.

She lets her gaze linger on his, her stare almost calculating. She’s working out what it is about him that makes her feel so valued. She wants to know what about him causes her heart to implode like it does. It’s confusing, & it’s all so new.

But she doesn’t want it to stop.

❝I was about to invite you into this stupid bed with me. But then I remembered it’s not big enough for you, me, & your ego.❞

The playful gleam in her eyes, replacing the lingering darkness, is worth a thousand jokes at his expense. She squeezes his hand and he applies a gentle pressure in return, anything to remind her that he was here with her and he wasn't going anywhere. It takes him a moment to realize he's holding his breath, that she hasn't looked down or away, that she's holding his gaze and letting that light in instead of turning away from it. Of course healing would take time, not just the physical wounds, but invisible injuries as well, he was just happy that they could look at each other like this. His eyebrows raise when she finally cracks a joke, and he can't keep the grin off his face. "Who's the jokester now? "

The room is pretty empty, and he's nothing if not a rule breaker, so he motions for her to scoot over and slides into the stupid bed next to her. It is a tight squeeze, and it's got nothing to do with his ego. "Is this okay?" The concern in his voice is paramount, if he hurt her after everything she'd gone through he'd have a hard time forgiving himself.

#youngestmechanic #( v * welcome to the ground )

intostarlight

engineergod-blog

Would you let me see beneath your beautiful?

#( * trouble with protocol )#( * wrench monkey )#( ** not going anywhere without you )

boys-and-suicide-deactivated201

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brokenglxss

I never actually thought I would reach a hundred followers, let alone three freaking hundred! As I write this I currently have 348 followers and I bloody love every single one of you! It doesn’t matter if we’ve never never even interacted, I still appreciate you all so much I don’t even know how to put it into words. What is truly over whelming is the fact that Glass isn’t a canon character that we see on our TV screens, she isn’t even a well written original character, she comes from the books and that doesn’t seem to make a difference, even when the amount of people who have read the books is NOTHING in comparison to those who watch the show. So thank you all SO much. I can’t sit here and mention every single one of you, but I can try and make a dent in that number. But I do love every one of you, if you are tagged here or not.

Those precious angels:

solitaryxsoldier: Oh Abi, Abi, Abi… I was literally blown away by the fact that you wanted to interact with me at first, little did I know that you have gone on to be a good friend of mine. There are always those people on tumblr that you click with more than others, but I would consider you to be an actual friend to me. You’re so crazy talented, your portrayal of Bellamy is SO on point, and it’s still mad to me that you don’t see that. But not to worry! I’ll stick around to keep reminding you of how amazing you are!

morethanxpretty: I literally could not be happier to find someone who shares my love for little Miss Glass Sorenson! I’ve said it before, but I was really intimidated when I first found that there was already a Glass out there. Honestly I almost ran and deleted my blog on the first night. But since then I’ve found what a lovely person you are and THANK YOU for putting up with my sudden bursts of feels when it comes to all things Glass and the books. You’re seriously wonderful. <3

waldenguard: Despite being one of my newer followers, I already shamelessly creep on your blog. It’s amazing to see another character from the books appear on my dash and your portrayal of Luke is spot on from what I’ve seen! I don’t know how many followers you have currently but I can safely say you deserve SO many more. Thank you for already putting up with my cries over GlassxLuke and the books and I can’t wait to see where you take your precious baby.

GO FOLLOW THEM. GO GO GO!

ahangedman, heavylieshercrxwn, pleasewouldbenice, madetheriightchoice, bloodymorality, spaceatom, damnbrace, belakbrav, braceofscars, braidisms, chancellorisms, criminalxclarke, reclaimingsecond, bygoness, deadaregone, eruptiible, fallenpeacemaker, screwyouimnotafraid, screwfears, hungfornaught, childcharlotte, mechanicism, kleiinevos, nonpuer, rebelkingblake, deservetostayalive, madetherightchoice, bellxtors, engineergod, arkqueens, arkhealer, inthistogetherx, raveniisms, brookesmxrt, pbandjmurphy, xravenxreyesx, hundredisms, rescuemenext, heliumsucker, insurgit, spacedblondie, oportetxessexfortis, knxwthedrill, ihatethisplanetx, mechaniicus

( There are literally SO many more of you but it’s incredibly hard to mention everyone at once. Even if your url isn’t here, I STILL LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU. )

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braverybuilt

YOU ALL ARE COMING IN WAY TOO FAST, I SWEAR.. I’VE ONLY BEEN HERE A MONTH-ISH. Anyway, here is my bias list! I’m not good at picking people, because I think that everyone is fantastic, so it’ll probably just be a new follow forever if I’m honest here.. and I couldn’t think of anything else to do because I’m not good at the Photoshop xD Soooo.. Thank you all for sticking with me as I learn all about indie roleplaying and for all the nice things that you have said about me so far! You all are so nice to me! Even if we haven’t interacted yet, or if we don’t talk at all, I still admire you all from afar. Onto the list!

ihatethisplanetx // defendandprxtect // heliumsucker // slightlymurderous // aestius // yxurforgiven // portectorisms // chancellorisms // okteiviaist // battlcscars // insurgit // earthsfirst// traiitorous // mechanicism // forhxr // techboyxmonty // braveheavted // brokenglxss // youngestmechanic // maydaymuse // komtriikru // nothinglikeyxu // belakbrav // ivoryxsteel // expendableisms // deservetostayalive // xinvinciblesummer // herfightsover // kiingrebel // gotthewrongguy // tofearthewolves // fiightxr // salvatorebastard // engineergod // metamorphamagic // solitaryxsoldier // miisdeeds // theconvictking // kingofthe100 // chiefdavidmiller // timctraveler // offorgiveness // nxneofusareinnocent // spacesucked // earthbuilt // firesparked // hypergraviity // crownlxssking // littlebelixver // outsiidxr // wiindstorms // reivxn // hundredisms // ofhiding // nonflorentis // oarwhat // celadeinus // forgivesher // forgiveshim // bloodyknucklxs // ididthereading // bybxbble // lincolngrounderx // unluckythen // littlelxstboy // adeloes // inemoriis // charadesandprettylies // hexinghanson // hoggormurinn // absoflightning // shewhoconquersdeath // wasnearlycalledbaelfire // bewarelittlered // charmingrebel // thecatsidhe // eruditedisguised // kiitism // vastbodied // hxillucination // tomorrowsstitches // motherofasgard // aisimos // achangelingandmage // regaliism // narfiilokason // kleiinevos // xprodigium // ahurricxne // ofredamancy // xwarlockk // xpsychoticc // beautifulintense // ofguts // slayedemons // prxmroseeverdeen // cantatiis // spaceatom // alittlxchaos // waldenguard // likeabraham // thechippedcxp // herkill // getspeared // bloodymorality // vagrcnt // asterismcs // sxmniare // rebelprincessclarke // indemniify // fearsobliviion // thoughtfiiilled // bygoness // ricmhaire // ofmaraudcrs // atomsfrometernity // nxblegasses // sylvane // nomonxfiisa // spearxd // mechaniicus // gxfaster // heavylieshercrxwn // clxvernxss // cxrrera // spacewalkiing // kingcoupedegrace // sadistiical // screwfears // xthene // xnjolras

Now I didn’t get that many questions to make a separate post with answers, so I’m just going to answer them down here! These questions are from: spearxd

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