TOY SOLDIER

[ofbutterflies-blog1]

                                              —    &&   THIS  IS  YOUR  REWARD

                           (  image  is  a  blog - warming  gift  from  @valicnt  )

[ofbutterflies-blog1]

                                              —    &&   THIS  IS  YOUR  REWARD

                           (  image  is  a  blog - warming  gift  from  @valicnt  )

[leedongwook]

“He who fights monsters should see to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you." 

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil

[deathcoatedmoved-deactivated201]

         she recognized him now —- he was THE NEW GUARD the council hired to protect her and the rest of her family.  maybe he heard her coming back and thought that someone was trying to steal the griffins? nevermind ; what mattered was that she knocked him down and  —- oh lord, there was blood coming out of his nose. going on her knees, she gently cupped his face with one of her hands to look at the damages on his face ; trying not to grimace too much. IT WASN’T PRETTY - NOT AT ALL. ❛ i’m so sorry - i thought you were a THIEF. ❜ she tried to apologize - leaning forward to examinate his wound - her mother would probably kill her when she’d learn what she just did to the poor young man. 

 ❛ lean on me - we’re going to take care of… that. ❜ she wrapped one of her arms around his shoulders ; guilt crashing down like a weight on her heart - she never meant to harm an INNOCENT PERSON . she couldn’t imagine that he would try to enter her appartement. it was forbidden for the guards to be inside private properties - he couldn’t ignore the rules. yet, it wasn’t the right time for her to ask him a few questions about his training - she had to take care of him first. 

[foughtdemons-blog]

      blood  had  began  to  trickle  into  his  mouth,  infiltrating  his  taste  buds  with  it’s  bitter,  coppery  flavour.  if  she  had  not  been  moving  in  his  direction,  he  might’ve  spat  it  onto  the  floor,  but  though  his  brain  had  been  rattled  by  the  blow,  he  knew  BETTER.  he  had  been  RAISED BETTER.  he  swallowed  it  down,  causing  him  to  cough  and  splutter  ---  but  that  didn’t  matter,  because  not  a  drop  of  blood  passed  his  lips.

 he  recoiled  slightly  as  an  arm  swept  across  his  shoulders.  (  -----  didn’t  she  know  that  it  would  be  kinder  to  let  him  quietly  slip  away  to  lick  his  wounds  in  peace?  )                           “ i  --- ”  that  one  syllable  alone  was  enough  to  cause  a  gargling  sound  to  erupt  from  his  throat.  he  swallowed  again,  hard.  “ i  thought  your  mom  was  the  doctor. ”

[leedongwook]

s01e02 // s03e05

Requested by @shangrilala

[deathcoatedmoved-deactivated201]

        THEY FINALLY CROSSED PATHS AND SHE HOPED BELLAMY WOULDN’T RECOGNIZE HER. yet, her silent pleas vanished in thin air when he hailed her and started tracking her. at first the woman tried to OUTRUN him ; she wanted to avoid an altercation with the brunette. especially now that her mother confirmed her doubts - she was carrying his child. she would never tell him THE TRUTH ; it was her problem and she didn’t want to involve the guard. a part of her was scared that bellamy would ask her to keep their baby - she wasn’t ready to be A MOTHER ; not with the grounders hunting her like a WILD ANIMAL. wanheda was a lethal warrior ; an omen of deth - not a matriarch - it was her mother’s role. 

she groaned when she realized that he wouldn’t give up on her ; he would probably keep following her until the end of the world. her steps led her to the ruins of their spaceship - WHERE IT ALL BEGAN. she finally stopped walking as she entered inside the dropship, waiting for the older man to join her inside. maybe she could keep her PREGNANCY hidden - her slightly rounded belly covered by her clothes. she would deceive him for his own good.  

❝ what do you want, bellamy? ❞ she whispered ; keeping her back turned on him - she wouldn’t let him reach her ; she would keep her DISTANCE with her former lover. he probably wanted to convince her to come home with him but it was something she couldn’t do ; it would put arkadia in danger - the grounders would attack them to steal wanheda’s power. 

[foughtdemons-blog]

                             “ how  about  we  start  with  an  EXPLANATION? ”              TWO MONTHS PRIOR,  the  acceptance  of  that  drink  had  been  misread  as  reassurance  that  she  would  stay.  and  he’d  made  his  own  promises,  too.  every  kiss  he’d  spared  that  evening  had  contained  an  array  of  silent  promises.  ‘ we’ll  get  through  this,  together ’  had  been  pressed  to  her  collarbone,  and  ‘ you’ll  always  have  me ’    had  been  placed  upon  her  lips.  she’d  taken  those  promises  with  her  when  she  left.  the  muscle  in  his  jaw  twitched  as  he  watched  her  back.  with  every  passing  moment  his  patient  grew  thinner  ----   god,  if  she  would  just  LOOK AT HIM.  of  all  the  unpleasant  memories  that  were  aroused  by  his  surroundings,  ( his  gaze  journeyed  upwards  to  the  spot  where  murphy  had  hung  him  from  the  ceiling )  he  suspected  that  this  would  be  a  strong  competitor  for  the  worst.                              “ for  the  last  few  weeks  i’ve  had  time  to  gather  my  own  ideas  of  WHY  YOU  LEFT,  but  i  want  to  hear  it  from  you. ”

[foughtdemons-blog]

             ----   getting  back  to  this  blog  with  a  new  every-freaking-thing.  

[deathcoatedmoved-deactivated201]

└ @frctello ┐

         WANHEDA DIDN’T WANT TO COME BACK. She left her people for a good reason - she didn’t belong with them anymore. Clarke Griffin died alongside with the Mountain men - the only thing that was left of her was a ghost, a shadow lurking in the woods. A MISERABLE CREATURE many grounders wanted to add to their kill count. It didn’t matter that much to her - maybe dying would stop that lingering pain in her bones that made her quiver at night, waking up from terrible nightmares - dreams so vivid in their atrocity and sadly so close to what her reality became. 

It took her almost THREE MONTHS to realize that something was wrong with her - her mind refusing to accept the INEVITABILITY of her current state. It was just… so unexpected. So unreal - a bad joke, a twist of fate that could have made her joke if it didn’t already make her want to cry. Yet, her eyes were completely dry as she decided to come back to her former home - for she cried too much in the past.  

She managed to use another entry to make her way inside the camp - avoiding both her former friends and the guards as she found her way to her mother’s barrack. After quite a soulfoul reunion, Abby confirmed her doubts and fears - the girl was PREGNANT. If her parent believed that Finn was the FATHER - Clarke knew that it was another boy. A boy she had hoped to see again for weeks before giving up on her silly, selfish dreams. Bellamy belonged with his people, not with her. There was no FUTURE for the two of them - and there would never be. In these circumstances, making a DECISION wasn’t that complicated and yet, Abigail convinced her to wait a couple days before giving up on that child growing inside her.

 Leaving her mother’s habitation, Clarke lowered her head - hiding her face behind her long and pink hair - as she started walking fast towards the exit. She had no other choice but to take the main door - men in uniform standing between her and her previous shortcut. The chancelor told her that her former comrades were out looking for other survivors and thanks to that information, she didn’t dread to meet them on her way back to the forest. Especially one of them. 

[foughtdemons-blog]

                                                  ----    CLARKE?   even  the  drastic  shift  in  appearance  couldn’t  have  thrown  him  off  the  scent.  her  shape,  height,  weight  ----  the  way  that  she  moved.  he  had  committed  her  to  memory.  he  could  feel  miller’s  eyes  on  him,  but  of  the  group  of  five  ark  guards  he  had  been  speaking  with,  only  his  RIGHT - HAND  MAN  appeared  to  have  noticed  this  sudden  shift  in  energy.  from  relaxed  to  frantic  in  a  matter  of  seconds.  not  many  could  have  such  a  profound  effect  on  him.                            SHE  WAS  BACK  ;                                           ( i repeat : this is not a drill )  she  was  an  OCEAN TIDE  as  she  swept  past  them,  pulling  him  underneath  the  waves.  A  FIGHTER,  A  SOLIDER  ---  he  could  not  defeat  the  gravity  of  nature.  water  had  already  begun  to  fill  his  lungs.  without  a  word  to  the  others,  HE  FOLLOWED.  he  heard  miller  discourage  them  from  calling  him  back  ----  even  if  his  grasp  on  the  situation  was  weak,  he  knew  bellamy  . . .  and  when  he  needed  to  be  left  to  his  own  devices.  he  walked  at  least  fifteen  paces  behind,  though  he  could  be  sure  that  she  knew  he  was  TRACKING HER.  his  impatient  tongue  urged  him  to  call  out  to  her  or  risk  losing  his  chance,  but  he  knew  that  it  was  better  to  wait  ----  WAIT  until  she  reached  a  spot  they  could  be  alone. 

[fyeahbellarke]

- kb.

[ivoryxsteel-blog]

               oh. dear. god. this could not be happening, absolutely positively could not be a thing that was happening. except IT WAS. it was totally happening & clarke couldn’t get her brain to cooperate with the rest of her body — eyes sort of locked on to the man in front of her as octavia continued rambling on in the background, oblivious to her brunch companions. it wasn’t until bellamy abruptly stood up that the youngest blake noticed they had a problem, leaving the blonde to hurriedly stand up as well, offering out a forced hand to the man. “nice to MEET YOU, bellamy.”

[foughtdemons-blog]

             she  looked  just  as  bowled  over  by  this  as  he  did.  maybe  even  more  so.  (  a  doe  caught  in  the  headlights.  )  but  then,  she  had  given  him  the  slip.  left  without  a  goodbye,  a  note,  or  a  point  of  contact.  never  to  be  seen  again.  at  least,  that  had  been  her  intention.  “ yeah,  you  too. ” octavia  shot  him  an  appraising  look  as  if  to  say  ‘BE  NICE’  and  he  sank  back  into  his  seat,  practically  burying  his  head  into  his  menu.  

[clarke-princessofthesky-archive]

Clarke took even breaths trying to calm her heart beat. She was afraid of the pain but she knew that it was necessary. What she wanted and what was necessary were never the same things. The moment had passed and she watched as he turned suddenly toward her, eyes catching a glimpse of the heated blade before he pressed it against her wound. She let out a blood curdling SCREAM of AGONY, echoing off the walls of the car and in the parking garage.

Her back arched but the pressure of the knife on her side wont let her move away from the pain. It was like being r i p p e d open again, like someone running through you with a hot poker. Death wouldve been easier. Bleeding out was only painful until she passed out. Death would come with the stopping of her heart while unconscious. Maybe he shouldve let her die. The wanderer writhed in pain for a moment as her skin sizzled, closing the wound. 

“Stop stop make it stop..” she mumbled with a hoarse tone before everything went black.         

[foughtdemons-blog]

           her  screams  ripped  right  through  him,  (  threatening  to  unravel  is  entire  being  )  but  he  only  responded  by  pressing  a  hand  to  her  chest  to  keep  her  still.  the  blade  was  in  contact  with  her  skin  for  no  more  than  five  seconds,  but  every  second  that  he  remained  the  perpetrator  of  her  agony  was  almost  more  than  he  could  bear.  he  did  bear  it,  though,  SO  SHE  WOULDN’T  HAVE  TO.            the  knife  was  discarded,  thrown  in  the  direction  of  the  fire,  freeing  his  hands  to  grope  at  her  neck  in  search  of  a  pulse.                            “ please  --- ”            he  quietly  pleaded  with  any  of  the  so - called  ‘GODS’  who  may  have  been  looking  down  on  them  at  that  moment  to  PLEASE  ----   please,  let  her  survive  this.  he  put  his  ear  to  her  mouth  and  felt  short,  shallow  breaths  on  his  cheek,  sending  a  tidal  wave  of  relief  to  wash  over  him  ---  cooling  his  skin  fractionally.  he  gently  lifted  her  head,  tilted  it  to  the  side,  and  positioned  himself  beneath  her.  now  that  he  was  no  longer  in  a  state  of  panic,  he  was  able  to  find  her  pulse  to  monitor  her  heart  rate.  not  that  it  would  mean  a  whole  lot  to  him,  but  at  least  he’d  know  if  anything  had  changed.  all  that  was  left  to  be  done  was  MONITOR  and  WAIT.

[deathcoatedmoved-deactivated201]

                  CLARKE WAS AGAINST THE COUNCIL’S DECISION,  the blonde haired girl wasn’t comfortable with the idea of a guard watching over her and her parents all the time when other people on the ark probably needed more protection. She tried to argue with her father - tried to make him change his mind - but he refused to even listen to her. He kept pretending that the poorest people living on the Ark were more agitated than usual and that it wouldn’t be surprising if there was AN ATTACK against the privileged  in the next couple of days.

Clarke was supposed to meet Wells but she decided not to go - she didn’t want to talk with anyone, still too upset about the presence of the guard in front of her little compartment. Pretending to walk towards his cabin, she used a SECRET PASSAGE to go back inside her flat, trying to be as silent and sneaky as possible. She didn’t want the young man in front of their door to notice that she was back sooner than she was supposed to. Grabbing a few pencils, the young artist silenty started to draw - escaping from reality for a few hours. 

It’s only when she heard the door opened that she understood that something was WRONG - her parents weren’t supposed to come back until late in the night and the guard was forbidden to enter in their domain. Hiding behind a half open door, she remained silent as she started observing THE STRANGER. She was ready to attack him if it was necessary - clenching her fists as her body switched into a defensive posture. It’s only when he came close to her hiding spot that she used the door to knock him down, pushing it right into his face with VIOLENCE. 

[foughtdemons-blog]

             if  the  suspicion  that  there  had  been  someone  inside  the  compartment  was  purely  of  his  invention,  to  be  used  as  an  excuse  should  he  require  one,  then  WHY  THE  HELL  WAS  HE  LYING  FACE  DOWN  ON  THE  GROUND?  a  steady  stream  of  blood  ran  from  his  nose  and  pooled  on  the  floor  around  him.  his  mind  was  clouded  by  shock  and  disorientation.  it  took  a  few  seconds  to  recall  what  had  happened  ----  the  door  that  had  met  his  face  with  a  loud  CRUNCH.  someone  had  to  have  been  behind  it,  and  now  that  same  someone  could  be  standing  over  him,  preparing  to  deliver  another  blow.            he  needed  to  get  back  on  his  feet.  through  a  pained  groan,  he  was  able  to  position  his  arms  either  side  of  his  head  to  use  as  leverage  for  the  top  half  of  his  body.  it  took  three  attempts  to  work  himself  up  to  his  knees.  if  his  superiors  could  see  him  now  . . .

           dark  eyes  scanned  the  room  in  search  of  his  attacker  ---  in  search  of  someone  large  and  ferocious  . . .  someone  from  an  impoverished  part  of  the  ark,  probably.  but  instead,  he  found  the  exact  opposite  of  what  he’d  expected.  CLARKE,  the  griffin’s  daughter.  still  positioned  on  his  knees,  he  swayed  uneasily.

[fyeahbellarke]

[desertborne-archive-blog]

                    “don’t be a dick.” kyara thrived on planning. she needed to know her next move at least twelve moves earlier than intended. it allowed her to have control over a situation. arms crossed over her chest, she manages to relax ( just barely, of course ). flopping down next to him, she sunk into the couch. “fine, FINE. so, it was just somethin’ that we couldn’t fight anymore. after so long of not dealin’ with it, we just decided – fuck it. we’re into each other, why not. it’ll be like the first stage of PUPPY LOVE.”

[foughtdemons-blog]

              a  truly  shit-eating  grin  latches  it’s  self  to  his  lips.  the  pair  had  been  keeping  score  from  the  day  they  met  ---  counting  victories,  even  the  minor  ones.  she  was,  (  without  doubt,  )  the  greatest  sparring  partner  a  guy  could  ask  for.  “ i  knew  you’d  come  around, ”  he  said,  DARINGLY,  as  he  collected  his  car  keys  from  her  coffee  table.

[drivingshaft]

We’ve all got a monster inside of us, Clarke. And we’re all r e s p o n s i b l e for what it does when we let it out.

[queengxiffin]

“I am sure you can think of a way to do just that.”

Clarke laid on her back next to him, close enough that from time to time she felt his skin against her own, or their feet would accidentally brush under the furs. The contact earned a small smile each time it happened and she eventually found herself drifting a little closer to him after a while.

[foughtdemons-blog]

             his  sleep  was  broken  up  by  regular  intervals  which  consisted  of  braving  the  blizzard  to  brush  off  the  snow  off  the  tent.  if  left  for  more  than  an  hour  or  so,  the  steady  snowfall  would  have  collapsed  the  canvas.  he  did  the  same  for  the  other  tents,  starting  with  his  sister  and  lincoln’s  and  working  his  way  around.  each  time  he  returned,  he  slipped  beneath  the  furs  beside  clarke,  and  each  time  she  would  drift  closer  to  him.  until  eventually,  as  the  sun  was  about  to  rise,  she  was  pressed  to  his  chest.  he  fell  into  a  deep,  contented  sleep,  his  face  buried  in  her  hair,  breathing  her.

[gwenuinelyarchive]

     she tucks a loose strand of wet hair behind her ear, lips pulling into a smile. “Thanks again.” walking over to him, she takes the beer in her hand, head canting slightly. “I was on my way over to see if you wanted to go to this thing in Central Park–but obviously–” her hand gestures to the nearby window, a chagrin smile on her face. “That’s not gonna happen.”

[foughtdemons-blog]

              “ i  think  it’ll  take  more  than  a  rain  shower  to  deter  the  hardened  new  yorkers, ”  he  muses  with  a  glance  towards  the  window.  “ but  i  can’t  let  you  go  out  there  dressed  in  shorts  and  a  t-shirt. ”