Be Brave.

[Indie Tobias "Four" Eaton of the Divergent Series] Since I was young, I learned this: Life damages us. Everyone. We cannot escape that damage. But now I'm also learning this: We can be mended. We can mend e a c h o t h e r.

[foursetfree-blog]

I’m so sorry I’ve been crap with activity lately. 

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We’re all just trash someone else throws away. * I’m the bad guy in your side of the story, but that’s okay because you’re the one in mine. * Round and round, the same old song plays every time we catch each other’s eyes. The same old hurt blooming, the same old anger making home, the same ol’ nostalgia filling up my bones. * Maybe I hate you, maybe you hate me, maybe we’re just stuck in this whirlpool losing our sanity. Maybe I’m seeing things, maybe it’s just me. Alone. * Sharp little barbs, to protect ourselves, to hurt each other. All while trying to wipe away each other’s names from our hearts. We’re similar, inescapable where ever we go.  * We’re all just trash someone else throws away. I threw you away. You threw me.  * Someday we won’t care anymore.

but for now, let us claw at each other’s backs and watch the blood run [n.j.] (via octomoosey)

[dvoyd]

you’re a mess of good intentions gone wrong. you strike a match on yourself to keep others warm, and now the whole goddamn world’s on fire. you try to put it out, and you try so hard. the dam breaks, and the waters of your sorrow pour free. you are sorry; so very, very sorry— and you will drown everyone to prove it.

the hero who couldn’t save anyone | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

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|| I miss all my canon Divergent RP partners… where did they go?

@foursetfree & @prxortris & @divergentisms & @xiamdauntlessx & @itstimcwefightback & everyone else

[foursetfree-blog]

|| Still here! Sorry, I forgot to mention that I’m terribly slow sometimes. I work a job that requires me to be in before sunrise, then come home to two four year olds... so computer time isn’t always granted. Miss you though! 

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Sapphire

                                               [ C R Y S T A L S ] 

sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose

His number one priority would of course be Tris. After that, it gets a little tricky. More than likely, Christina. Not only because of the slow bond of trust that had built between the pair of them – but also because he knows just how important she is to Tris. The last would be a tough choice for him – because he doesn’t like to have to choose. Somewhere inside of him there is still a little boy that wants the love of his mother. Somewhere inside of him there is still a naive little boy that wants reconciliation from his father. There is Zeke - his first real friend. There is Shauna, who had already been through so much… I think that’s his problem. He’d want to try find a way to help them all, and ultimately fail, and then carry that burden rather heavily.

[foursetfree-blog]

Lapis Lazuli

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lapis lazuli: where ‘home’ is to my muse

Tris. Absolutely, 100% Tris.

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Charoite

                                                [ C R Y S T A L S ] 

charoite: who my muse looks up to

When he was younger, it was his mother. He used to take in her actions, her habits, and adapt them for his own. Like stealing moments of breaths, or posture while sitting. 

After she left died, it was Amar. Something about his charisma and kindness, even after knowing the horrors that Four feared – he really respected him, and wanted to honor him. But then he left died too. 

Really, Four does look up to Tris, in a lot of ways. Just how strong she is, or courageous, or any number of reasons. There’s a part of him that doesn’t feel like he is worth her attention, honestly, because she burns much brighter than any light he’d ever known.

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Aquamarine

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aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

Sadly enough - most of his life there was never a place that he could be calm or relaxed. As a child, his fears were under the same roof as him. The nights that he spent sleeping on his stomach as not to aggravate fresh scars kept him too much on guard to ever really relax. He had even picked up the habit from his mother of sitting at the edges of chairs or couches, in order to get up and away quicker. 

Even in the dorms of Dauntless - while there was no immediate threats made, he spent too much of his time going through simulations or training to really let himself relax. 

His own apartment had been broken into. While it was by his mother - there was still a panic that had been induced because of it. 

So the first time that he actually felt relaxed was spending time with Zeke and Shauna in the hidden little alcove that Zeke had found behind the waterfall. Really it was his first opportunity to kind of blossom as his own person, and especially his first time with friends.

[foursetfree-blog]

agate, fluorite, lolite

                                                   [    C R Y S T A L S   ]

agate: how my muse calms down

The thing about Four is that he had been oppressed for so long in his life that he’s not entirely certain of any other way of calming down but internalizing it? It is pretty apparent that he has anxieties about a number of things but never has a way of grounding himself from them. He simply pushes through whatever the situation is, and gets it over with. I think a lot of that stems from his childhood upbringing. Just bare it, and eventually it’ll end for the night. When it comes to his fears - particularly in the instance when he had taken Tris into his simulations with him - it was her that calmed him most of all. Be it her talking to him, or just her presence there that helped him stabilize in general. When anger is the case – he doesn’t do calm. It’s not the sort of blow the lid off the top ordeal – but that deep internalizing festers. He shuts off, he disconnects, and then, all at once – he acts.

fluorite: what my muse’s room looks like

Very true to his Abnegation roots – his room is sparse. The walls of his apartment are un-decorated, plain white in colour. There is a small mirror on one wall – and the words “FEAR GOD ALONE” painted on the wall. Four didn’t paint them, but had no real inclination to paint over them, either. Simple bed. A small kitchen area. Nothing extravagant – but it is his, and separated from the mass of other Dauntless members.

iolite: my muse’s drinking habits

The thing about Four’s drinking is that it was never something that he would’ve done before Dauntless. This did not stem from Marcus’ horrible habits, but rather acting as a rather poor excuse to cover the scars of his past. The first time he consumed anything was during the game of Dare - where he was trying to loosen up and fit it. The realization that he was as the called him. A Stiff. The second time he really got drunk was at Amar’s funeral. It was a way to chase away the pain. Someone he looked up to - someone that he felt a sort of trust with – ripped away. Much like his mother had been. So Four’s drinking habits sort of became a ritual way to try and erase and rewrite the troubles in his mind. That was, until he met Tris. She was a sort of sobering clarity that he wasn’t altogether aware that he needed until she had been the one to see him drinking. That’s not to say that he didn’t still partake – especially with Zeke – but it wasn’t so much of a coping mechanism anymore.

[foursetfree-blog]

send me a crystal and i'll tell...

abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally

aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural

agate: how my muse calms down

blue lace agate: my muse's favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)

fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly

moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself

amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into

ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is

angel aura quartz: my muse's opinion of LGBT+ issues

apache tears: a sadness headcanon

apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition

apophyllite: my muse's religious/spiritual beliefs

aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large

calcite: my muse's social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

carnelian: an art-related headcanon

celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety

chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been

chalcopyrite: how my muse deals with ending relationships

charoite: who my muse looks up to

chrysocolla: a money-making headcanon

copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older

coral: how my muse views the natural world

diamond: a sex headcanon

dolomite: a sleep headcanon

emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words

fluorite: what my muse's room looks like

fossil: what my muse's dream job is

galena: what it's like to be in a relationship with my muse

garnet: what my muse's perfect partner would be

gold: my muse's financial situation

hematite: how squeamish my muse is

hiddenite: how much of an "inner child" my muse has

iolite: my muse's drinking habits

jade: if my muse would ever cheat on a partner

jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent

kyanite: an anger headcanon

lapis lazuli: where 'home' is to my muse

lodestone: what kind of people gravitate towards my muse

malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up

mica: what my muse views as their worst personality trait

moonstone: my muse's opinions on outer space

mother of pearl: if my muse tends to lift people up or bring them down

nebula stone: how good my muse's memory is

obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be

opal: how creative my muse is

pearl: a mental health headcanon

petalite: what my muse would do if they found a wallet on the street

pyrite: a physical health headcanon

quartz: how my muse thinks other people see them

rhodonite: if my muse prefers elegance or convenience

rubellite: if my muse has any 'triggers' that inspire painful memories

ruby: a happiness headcanon

sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose

serpentine: how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]

silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity

tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate

ulexite: how empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate my muse is

unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be

verdite: my muse's ethnicity/family history

zebra stone: what gets my muse excited

zoisite: does my muse believe everything's going to work out for them in the end or not?

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[foursetfree-blog]

Can you guys do me a huge favor and ask Four some questions? That’s the best way that works for me, to get back into the groove of a muse. I apologize so deeply for my absence, and I’d love to be back full swing again. <3 

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You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are gray You’ll never know dear, how much I love you Please don’t take my sunshine away

[nude-nightingale]

Divergent → Allegiant 

Tobias Eaton’s fears throughout the trilogy.

“Your last fear is your worst fear. It lives in the deepest part of your mind.”

[pckepotato]

The last fear is SO EMOTIONAL! The most hard part is that it really happens

[foursetfree-blog]

@pointsforbravery

He winced slightly, the tape too taught against his knuckle. Taking a moment to unwrap it, then re-wrap it again a little looser - Four stared down at his own hands as he worked. It was still so strange, the capability of his own hands as weapons. For so long, he had felt so weak - too terrified to fight back against the one man that should have never been a monster to him to begin with. Now, with the weeks of training and constant moving -- he had changed. At first it was subtle, the shirts he started with becoming tighter, the ease of actions when they ran or practiced.

Letting out a breath, Four flexed his hand, making a fist and un-clenching it several times to test out his wrapping. It would have to do. He had a fight in the morning, and he wanted to get in some more practice as it was. Just as he always did -- others had gone out, something about a few drinks and tattooing, but that wasn't something that interested Four. The smell of sweat and dust propelled him to shake his thoughts and set aside the roll of tape that he had been using. Wiping the beaded sweat off his brow, he bent his knees a bit more, shaking out his hands as he squared back up with the practice dummy.

Too focused was he, now, to know if there was anyone else in the room with him. Most of the time, no one else bothered to be there that late at night. Most of the time, it was long after the initiates had gone to bed, that he was showering and fell into his own. Hitting the padded target, he gritted his teeth, the fresh cracks against his knuckles tender against the tape.