𝒎𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍.

——   𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔. ind. rwby au octavia blake. written by lilac.

[octaviablodreina]

The 100 Hiatus Meme

↳  Octavia Blake in Every Episode (1x02) [skipped a few episodes bc of minimal scenes and terrible framing]

[misosled]

“that was a brave thing you did today.” 

@taurusled,   prompt,   accepting.

butterfly can’t stop the slight tremble in bruised hands. they still feel wet, even though she knows by sight and by memory that the blood had been washed off hours ago.

storm green eyes flitted up as the room to her quarters opened; warrior ready to bark at whoever thought they could just waltz in to get lost. the words died in her throat at familiar sight of stark red, bone white. their first outing together and she’d nearly gotten herself killed just to ensure the rest of their people could get out okay. bellamy  ——  he’d always said he’d be there to protect her.

she hadn’t seen him in months. not since being rescued from the smuggling line. a scoff and octavia’s mouth tugged into a grimace when the action jolted bruised ribs. she’d expected adam to go off on her, tell her she was still acting like a child. he’d done it the day he’d seen her train for hours and end up a shaking mess on the floor, still led by her rage and stubbornness ; albeit calmer than bellamy ever had. bellamy … he’d seen a little girl to protect. octavia didn’t know what adam saw yet  —  only that she wanted to prove she could meet those expectations.   ❝ i just did what anyone would, seda. ❞   they were her family now. you protected your family.

[misosled]

🔫 take a bullet for my muse (adam takes the bullet, /thank you/)

@taurusled,   meme,   accepting.

plenty of times over her lifetime, octavia had heard the distinct sound of a gun being fired. oft times a macabre lullaby of sorts that she’d curl up into bellamy’s arms and try to fall asleep to. in the white fang, it’d been a chorus to the death laced performance she danced.

this time it sounded like the worst thing in the world.

storm green eyes widened when red bloomed on adam’s side, staining the dark grey there in a way that made octavia’s stomach curl, acid rise in her throat. heart thud against ivory rib cage.   ❝ adam !! ❞   not high leader, not seda. all formalities fell in octavia’s terror and cutting through the shooter like it was second nature, a swift display of death contrasted to her usual intricate and dramatic style; octavia scrambled to the floor where the bull had fell. hands trembled and when she pulled them back from his side, they were stained with red.   ❝ adam, hold on.   someone fucking get over here already !! ❞

her hands still felt red and warm and wet, even as she sat by adam’s bedside with them long washed clean, rubbed raw with tears falling. the bullet hadn’t pierced anything catastrophically, nicked at the blood vessels there and broken a rib. as dark eyes looked over the sleeping redhead, hand rubbed absentmindedly at her face, eyes red and raw. she’d never seen him like this. adam was always this figure of power in her life, this infallible warrior, leader. this felt wrong. when eyes fluttered as he began to stir, octavia knelt by the bedside, with hand hovering, unsure.   ❝ adam. can you hear me? ❞   a slight tremble in her voice lingered.

[nirenro-art]

Blodreina, The Red Queen, Long May She Reign

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST

[herestotheunknown]

[herestoimagination]

Hey. You’re not going to freak out on me again are you?

[tenderwiki]

does one have to “be okay”? is it not enough to simply, be “feral” and “sleepless”?

[rocknmeme]

post - trauma sentence starters  blood, death mention.

“don’t do that. don’t shut me out.” 

“you’ve been crying. i can tell.”

“we need to change those bandages and get some food in you.”

“you want me to rub your back ’til you fall asleep?”

“that was a brave thing you did today.” 

“shh, that’s okay, get everything out.”   

“there’s something on your shirt. you – that’s blood!”

“need some space?”

“you should lay down.”

“there’s nothing wrong with asking for help.” 

“shh, shh. you were having a nightmare.”

“we can talk through the door.” 

“let’s clean you up and get you to bed, okay?”

“you almost died.” 

“i brought you a blanket.”

“you’re home. you’re safe.” 

“i’m worried about you.”

“is everything okay?”

“tell me how to make it better.”

“it’s been a tough few days. how are you holding up?”

“you have to stay awake. come on, give my hand a squeeze.” 

“you’re in the hospital.” 

“think you can make it to the bathroom?”

“no, no. don’t close your eyes.”

[clarkgriffon]

It’s Octavia, she’s probably off chasing butterflies.

[music-tv]

N Sync - Bye Bye Bye (by NSYNCVEVO)

[toxotesc]

[damnglamgina]

I’ve been misused, what the fuck you want my heart for?

Kevin Gates, “Hard For” (via damnglamgina)

[incorrectshakespeare]

I don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth

Ophelia, Act IV, Scene V  (via sumiremiu)

[thorodinson]

[misosled]

If I had a dollar for every blog you have I’d be a millionaire

[misosled]

He’s pressed heavy against her, her legs wrapped tight around his waist. The smell of sweat and the sound of her small gasps fill the room quickly as he grinds against her, thick length pushing obviously through, demanding her attention. “Octavia,” he growls, voice low and thick with arousal. “All this teasing better lead to something.” A hand slides down from her hip, cupping the full curve of her ass, a sharp squeeze that lets his nails sink into the skin beneath her shorts.

@taurusled,   unprompted.

lips parted as soft pants and half hitched moans spilled from the butterfly, pulse racing as she grinds against the man atop her, pinning her down against the floor.   the way he growled her name against her ear, the arousal dripping from it sent an electric shock down her spine.   fingers drug red lines down the expanse of his back with the sharp sting of his own against her ass.   everything felt hot, like a fever burning her up from the inside and the way she ground her clothed cunt against him only provided the barest relief.

❝ adam  — ❞   other hand tugged against red hair so she could tug him back somewhat, and press kisses along the line of his jaw, peppered with the sting of small bites following.   determined not to let herself submit so early, but more than happy to continue riling up the bull.   anything to try and get some relief finally, after so long of close contact sessions and her bringing herself to climax in her quarters, wishing it was adam instead.   ❝ i, ah  —  thought you took what you wanted.   isn’t that, mm, what everyone else thinks?   or is that only for our high leader, following orders like a good little knight  — ❞

[lsamnte]