King Roan of Azgeda

Formerly Prince of Azgeda. King of Azgeda

[haihefaroun-blog]

I am still here! I can’t seem to figure out where up and down is atm. Work is kicking my butt and the household as well. I am so so sorry for everyone that I keep waiting!

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bigbrotherbellamy:

sitting across the ice king, Bellamy was quiet. these two had had their fair share of encounters—most memorable one for the freckled man was when he had found Clarke and was almost killed by him if not for the blondes pleas. instead he gave him a brutal gouge in the leg. it was better than dying but he had been so close to saving Clarke and it all slipped through his fingers. things had worked themselves out and now this grounder was on their side. he didn’t particularly trust him, knowing very well they would still be enemies if not for the A.L.I.E invasion that plagued the land. “ It’s the chip that Jaha was handing out… it allows her to take over their mind… I don’t know how, Raven would know the specifics but she’s not even a real person. she’s an A.I. ” his voice was rough, he grabbed a long branch and prodded at the fire that had been starting to fade–bringing it back to life for a little while longer.

That was a very interesting concept. Not even a real person. It was the beginning of an understanding. He had seen how without the flame it was impossible to ascend. It was a similar concept, was it not? How there was knowledge in the flame Ontari could otherwise not acquire. After all this time knowing their forefathers had more tech than he could even imagine, he now fully came into contact with what had been done before.

“And this AI, she is trying to take over everything - differently from the other - chip.” If he could call that a chip. “She puts herself into the people. This city - it’s inside the chip as well? What does she... plan to do with everyone she... conquered? Do we know that?”

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@icebitxh

Roan wasn’t usually in the capital long. There were plenty people here, he barely knew. There was also the fact that there were plenty of people he did not want to know. He had to stay long this time, for the first time in ages. Their big festival was upon them, celebrating the shorter days and in the north the long night. It would last for months, with only some lights guiding them. 

This time Roan was to celebrate it with his mother. And the people around her. He had seen one person before, had been told who she was and what she was to do around his mother, but he never spoke to her before. Today was the day. With the big festivity tonight, he already got some drinks flowing. He brought one over to her. “So, you’re the spy.”

[kingfallena]

            independent && selective king roan from cw’s the 1OO. multiship && multiverse.

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You guys are all so lovely!!! I'm sorry I couldnt get more posts out before leaving for the con! I'll see you next week! After the Con!!!

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@imaginesparadise

His arm was aching from overuse. Training was essential when faced with war. One of his deepest desire was to go into it. To be active. He couldn’t bear being forced to stay behind while his people died out there, fighting for a cause their queen thought noble and good. He questioned it. Sometimes openly. Roan sat the weapons down. In an act of almost careless recklessness, he divested of his armor, despite knowing that he might as well have spied close to him. People died out there and he was deprived of the chance to protect them - if he could. He had been trained from childhood. 

Roan looked up to the people in the room with him, mostly women, mostly people who didn’t go to ward due to their position here in their capital or who had to stay back due to the life they created - something Roan admired in women, their strength to endure all of this.

“Does one of you have a bit of cloth?”

[haihefaroun-blog]

You guys are all so sweet! I wanna hug you all and cuddle you!!!

[poeticsuggestion]

people? caring for me? loving me? sticking around? sounds fake must be after something

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MUNDAY QUESTIONS Muse answers the questions about the mun

☕️ How does the mun like his or her tea/coffee/hot chocolate?

✈️ What is the mun’s dream vacation?

⚠️ What is one thing the muse wishes the mun could have warned him/her about?

👋 What was the mun’s first impression of the muse?

📝 How did the mun react when he or she realized they wanted to write the muse?

👥 What is your favorite experience together as mun and muse?

💭 What does the mun typically dream about?

⏰ What is the mun’s ideal evening spent alone?

🎬 What is on the mun’s Netflix “continue watching” list?

💙 What photos does the mun typically share on Facebook?

📱 Does the mun take their phone with them to the bathroom?

📖 What is the mun’s favorite fanfiction about the muse?

👩‍👩‍👧‍👧 What is the mun’s relationship like with his or her family?

👶 Does the mun want kids?

👀 Would you classify the mun as an extrovert, introvert or ambivert?

👣 Describe a time the mun took a lesson from the muse in a real life situation.

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@haihefaroun gets a starter

Equations, formulas, simulations, and a nagging Becca in the back of her mind lead Raven to be far more busy than she usually would be. She was going to die, her mind would slip away before long. Rather than consider death she would use her remaining time to help those who would survive. She sat at a computer trying to get work done. Luna had left to get rest and so had nearly everyone else leaving Roan to do the Raven-sitting as Murphy so lovingly called it. She paid no attention to him mostly talking to Becca until she heard the tapping of a foot.

Her typing slowed and so did her conversation until she finally came to screeching halt. She turned around in her chair to  glare at the Azgadean King. “If you don’t stop tapping your foot I swear I am going to come over there and cut it off!”

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To say it amused him, was not even half the story. It amused and fascinated him in equal parts. He had never seen someone talk to themselves with such conviction. He had seen a sibling of his talk to themselves, but they always formulated the answer themselves, using the talking as a method of concentration. But this skaikru girl, Raven, she never answered herself. It seemed like she bounced ideas off of a completely different person in the room. Skaikru kept surprising him every day. And yet it made him nervous. Believing in an unseen entity just was not his thing.  He believed more in people, in tangible concepts like loyalty and honor. Something he found lacking in so many people and clans. 

And then her attention seems to be caught by him. He decided to play her a bit then, see how far the entity in the room with her went. “You’d have to catch me first.” He pointed out. “Now, though, who the hell are you even talking to, because it sure as hell isn’t me. Last time I checked, talking to someone who’s not here isn’t exactly sane.”

[lady-eleanor-vane]

Aida and Anton Ivanov in 4x22 (Part II) :

“You built an empire by eliminating the regrets of others. How does it taste on your tongue ? I want to burn this world to the ground. I thought you wanted to rule it.”

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Roan sat on a fallen tree. One leg under him, the other stretched in front of him, finding the most relaxed position he could possibly find. The position of his arms was slightly awkward with the wounded arm, but he held no grudge. Not against him. After all their first meeting occurred with him wounding the other man. He didn’t necessarily always believe in jus drein jus daun, but in this case, it was the basis on why he couldn’t begrudge him this wound.

“How can this woman control all those people?” he asked. It was a wondrous thing to him. Something he could not quite understand. He guessed it was due to the difference in culture.

@bigbrotherbellamy

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Looking for a Bellamy to rp with! 

Anyone?

[madenatblida]

haihefaroun:

Her plan was perhaps the only one that might save them both. After the wave, she was likely able to survive outside. She only needed to wait out the wave. He would have to wait out years more. He hated the idea of having her trapped when she didn’t need to be trapped. It might be their only choice at this point. Well the other being death and death was not something she deserved. Maybe in five years the king could collect if some of his people survived. If not he was the only remaining person of his culture. There was a certain responsibility to that prospect. So Beccas island it was.

“There is a Trikru village not far from here. If we’re careful we might be able to get water and food from there and horses.” It would provide them with provisions for a while. The more the could take, the more likely they would survive and the food would be of no use if it burnt in the death wave anyway. “As much as we can take. The horses will make us faster. We might just make it in time and food… well we sure as hell need food. I doubt the light house is stocked?”

      𝓣he lighthouse was stocked now, or at least stocked enough to get them through the fire if they rationed properly. Both she and Roan had moved below ground despite knowing that their new home would remain standing throughout the fire – or so they hoped. There was no way to be sure until the roars died down and they could emerge. However, those days were in the distance and the loud rage of the flames were their white noise. For now, they only had each other. 

      𝓒larke had to find ways to keep her hands busy and to keep her mind off of the people who may or may not have survived. Often times she found herself wondering who was in the bunker now. Did Raven make it? Did Harper make the cut? What about Monty and Jasper? Octavia? Echo? The list would drown on and on if she didn’t occupy her mind, currently she had her nose hidden in a novel while awaiting for Roan to awaken where sleep avoided her.

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Again with the book. She had a habit of reading when he slept. He didn’t even know if she managed to sleep much. He knew the death wave bothered her. He guessed the brunt of it at least was over now and they were both still alive. Those in the bunker would be, too. For a while he watched her, eyes not even fully open, because she was gorgeous like that, lighted by the one light they usually had on there - not needing more to read. She was so deep in thought, he guessed reading was not the only thing her mind did.

Slowly he reached out, placing his hand on hers. He would have to make sure she slept. He had gotten used to sleeping though he felt heavy. It was trained into him early on. “One day you have to teach me how to read.”

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zosimekomazgeda:

Until Jackson had approached her, Zo had spoken to virtually no one since arriving in the bunker. She wandered the halls silently until she found where she needed to go, but there was no life left in her. She had thought her once best friend had died hating her, and the weight was too heavy to bear.

During their time traveling together, he had seen her plenty without her armor, but this was different. This was vulnerable in a way she simply did not cultivate her appearance to be. In a way she simply did not have the strength to hide. The mask she wears in front of him now is paper thin, and four words she had never heard him string together tear it to shreds, and heartache floods her features, softening them.

She steps around the bed, her head tilting, dark curls falling over her shoulder. For a long moment, green eyes study him before lifting to level on Jackson, taking on an entirely different tone. She demands to know if he’s dying, which Jackson informs her quite happily that he’s not, but that he has been given medication to ease his pain so he can rest. A narrowing of her gaze remains leveled on the doctor a moment longer before she looks back to the King and letting go of the glare as she does. He’s never needed her, and the time between his return and now had made that abundantly clear. He looked upon her only with ire, so this simply makes no sense to her.

For a long moment, she’s silent. She wants to argue. Roan kom Azgeda does not need anyone, and has gone out of his way in past to make that self-evident. She wants to ask why her specifically? It isn’t as if he could know that Echo wasn’t in the bunker, and she was the closest one to him before the conclave. Wouldn’t he ask for her? But no, and that’s why Zosime stands there now, frowning vaguely in her confusion, trying to hold back as much of the pain of seeing him in this condition as she can. She does not look down on him because he’s weak, if anything it makes her all the more protective. This is what finally gives her the right thing to say.

“No you don’t, Roan. You’re strong enough to fight this without me.” She reaches then, to take the hand extended to her, drawing herself in with it. “But I’m here.”

He felt himself unable to fully follow the doctors and Zosimes exchange. Truth be told, he couldn’t fully follow his own thought processes it was. It wasn’t easy with pain, fulled as it was but pressure remained and a fuzzy mind as his wounds were healing and his body tried, desperately to focus all the energy on actually healing wounds that shouldn’t have been survived in the first place. She was wrong. As she finally took his hand, he knew her words were wrong. He couldn’t do this alone. Betrayal or not, he had worse. And she was wrong. 

“I’m not.” He admitted, croaking in his weakness. “I... almost died.” He was rather sure he might have technically died actually, but that was another story, one not for now. He squeezed her hand with all his power, which was not much. “Our people? How many are alive?” How many could live still? He needed to know how badly he failed. He needed to know where they stood.

“The children safe?” He had always hoped to at least get room for the children of their clan, those he could safe, because they were innocent. They had no hand in what their parents decided.

[phasered]

sometimes i marvel at the fact that people actually tell me they’re intimidated by me or scared of me when i am??? the embodiment of this gif???? thats literally all i am

why afraid

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winnesblida:

          Eyes flicker between the animal and the man. At first she doesn’t see it, a reply is fixed upon her lips when her gaze falls on his face. It is hard to see, his hair is long and tangled and covers his cheeks. But a CLOSER look makes her see the scars. AZGEDA. She cannot help how her heart pounds a little faster. She has heard stories, she remember all that Lincoln and Indra told her. She wants to grab her weapon, but they are supposed to be at peace. 

          Octavia swallows. “ Well I guess I should say thank you then? ” he tone is way too TENSE and sarcastic. If he was Trikru she might explain she is still learning. But he is not and she is wary to give him much knowledge of herself. She doesn’t know him, but she knows the things Azgeda has done to these people. “ What’s it to you? ”  she lifts a brow as her head tilts to the side. “ Maybe you should tell me what Ice Nation is doing in Trikru hunting grounds. ”

“I’m not ice nation.” he said, quickly to deflect that one. He was not ice nation. he was not Trikru, of Flokru. He was banished, effectively making him a criminal on all the clans grounds. He had nowhere to go, no people he could safely socialize with. He was open to hunt for and yet he fought for survival because what else was left for him. 

“Not anymore at least.” He knew his scars gave it away. There was no way he could deny them. And there was no way she did not recognize him by it. He had shed the clothing of his people a while ago. “I was banished.” Which was in many ways worse than being Azgeda. “I belong nowhere, neither here nor there. I’m passing through, trying to survive. But I’m not Azgeda. Anyone from ice nation, maybe even anyone from Trikru might tell you that. I am not Azgeda. And you, what clan do you belong to?”