From porcelain, to ivory, to steel

"Earth. That's the dream. This is reality. Reality sucks." I'm Clarke, I'm seventeen eighteen years old, and one of the 100. I'm not a bad person, I promise. I've just had to make some hard decisions in my life. Decisions that no one should ever have to make. Earth medic. "Princess". Survivor.

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2.16 deleted scene - kane, abby and raven

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This account and all blogs associated with it are on hiatus until the show comes back. (with the exception of deservetostayalive for salvationcomesataxprice))

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abigailkanes:

“Abby, the council approved Kane’s population reduction plan three hours ago.”

[weaknessisdeath]

Bellamy kept up the injured facade until their feet could stand firmly on the muddy bottom. The rebel let go of Clarke’s grip and stood effortlessly on his own in the murky water, a smug smirk plastered across his face. “Gotcha,” he exclaimed, splashing Clarke with a wave of water.

Bellamy braced himself for the string of curse words that followed as he watched the blonde, trying to gauge her reaction.

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Clarke’s grip on him tightened until she realized he was standing completely upright on his own, and smirking smugly. She felt incredibly betrayed and foolish. But more than that, she was hurt. “Are you kidding me right now?” She asked, voice shaking with anger as she turned and waded back through the water. “How could you do that to me? Do you think scaring me like that is funny?!”

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I have a lot of muse for my the 100 accounts right now. Is the fandom still around?

[almostarecord-blog]

“No, she didn’t. That’s part of the reason Kane’s so…protective. I think he’s convinced she’s going to do something stupid. To be honest, I wouldn’t exactly put it past her. She really misses you.”

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Clarke frowned and hugged Octavia without a word. It wasn’t until she broke the hug that she spoke. “I miss all of you too, but I can’t. I don’t think I have the strength to come back to you guys just yet.”

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The Best Day || Abby & Clarke

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Abby felt mortified at the suggestion. She shook her head quickly back and forth as she clung to her daughter tightly. She whispered, “No. No, Clarke. I fear that would only make this worse. He’d feel like we were siding together against him. I can’t-I won’t have that.” She managed to get a hold of herself enough to stop the tears and hugged Clarke more gently this time.

She whispered, “Thank you, sweetheart. You don’t know how much I appreciate your help.” She pulled back, searching her daughter’s eyes. It had all been weighing so heavily on her, and to just get it out and speak about it made all the difference in the world.

“I love you. I didn’t mean to ruin our time together. I’m so sorry, Clarke.”

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Clarke nodded quickly in understanding, holding on to her mom just as tightly. “Okay. But somebody needs to talk to him. He needs to know hes hurting you, Mom.” She whispered, clutching her mom like she had so many times before this when she was younger. She didn’t feel like she was fifteen right now. She felt like a little kid.

At her mom’s thanks, she smiled weakly. “No problem. I’m always here to listen and help in any way I can. You didn’t ruin our time together. You know I’m perfectly fine just spending time with you.”

[salvationcomesataxprice]

I See Fire || Marcus & Clarke

[salvationcomesataxprice]

Marcus was well aware that their situation was the most dangerous of any that he’d been in since coming to the ground. And the very lives of his people rode on whatever came from this chance to make things right, to make things better. He ran a hand down his face once more, letting out a frustrated sigh. He nodded at Clarke.

“We have to try,” he said simply. He was determined to make those inside the mountain listen to him. There was a way they could all survive this. All they had to do was try.

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Clarke knew there was always a chance these people would listen to what they had to say, even despite her escape. She could come up with a valid reason for why she had done what she did. She could say she was scared and worried for her people, and if she did that it wouldn’t even be an excuse. She really had been.

“Yes, we need to try.” She agreed with a nod, meeting his eyes. In that moment, she was glad to have him around. Because she was just an eighteen year old girl, she didn’t think any of them would take her seriously. But him? There was a much more likely chance they’d take what he had to say seriously.

[sxpxrnxva]

“I’ve felt worse,” Nova shrugged.

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“Okay, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Clarke started to clean the wound.

[sxpxrnxva]

“Just do your doctorly shit to it and I’ll be fine,” she shrugged. “I mean, how much is a cut on your arm supposed to hurt?”

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“It depends. Could be infected.” Clarke told her as she dipped a rag in moonshine. “This is going to sting, but it’ll clean it.”

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“He’s just annoying,” she shook her head and sat down on the cot, pulling her jacket off to reveal the cut on her arm. “I can take care of myself.”

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“Are you sure? That cut looks pretty bad.” Clarke looked evenly at her. “Does it hurt? More than the normal pain?”

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“It’s actually kind of cute…in a cringe-worthy way. I just wish they’d stop making goo goo eyes at each other and just do something about it already.”

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Clarke’s wrinkled her nose. “Octavia, that’s my mom you’re talking about. I don’t need or want those images in my head.” She paused. “How is she, anyway? I take it she didn’t react well to finding out I was gone.”

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“Dude needs to back off, he’s not my dad,” her words were harsh, but she was annoyed. “I poured a little moonshine on it when I got back, but he thinks I was walking funny.”

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“You need to stop giving him such a hard time. He’s trying. The people we care about are going to keep making mistakes, and so are we. We can’t hold every little one against them.”

“Why are you so angry at him, anyway?”

[sxpxrnxva]

“Did Bell send you up here?” she sighed. “I fell, scraped up my leg. I’m fine really.”

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“He might’ve. Did you clean it already? Because if not, I’ll do that so it doesn’t get infected.”

[sxpxrnxva]

“Clarke. What’re you doing up here?”

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“I came up here to check on you. Is that okay?”

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“Hey, Nova.”

“What’s up?”

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“Hovering, completely and utterly doting on to the point where even she’s noticed, same thing, right?”

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Kane had put her family through hell, and as a result she wasn’t sure how she felt about knowing that little piece of information. “Well that’s...kind of interesting, and kind of disturbing.”