destroyer of worlds.

CLARKE GRIFFIN daughter. leader. friend. survivor. independent, semi-selective clarke griffin rp blog. mun is 21+, nsfw themes. THEME IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION.

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major apologies to everyone that i owe -- i’ve been super sick the past week and haven’t been on my laptop much except for today, i’ll be on and around this weekend though! don’t give up on me yet <3

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                  like for a starter.

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                       I BEAR IT, SO THEY DON’T HAVE TO.

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                                    reivxn​ LIKED FOR A STARTER.

“2 a.m. on a Tuesday?” she says, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Even for you, that’s late.”

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*coughs* where are all the lexas tho

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                  like for a starter.

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screwfears​  ( BELLAMY. )

                                              GUIDE YOU HOME.   

    Sleep was a rare treasure. Bellamy didn’t slay     his demons any longer at day but allowed them     to do it to him instead. This way was the best     to carry the burden of all the deaths he caused     from the moment he made his first step on the     ground.

         He was busy because the camp was          growing and his decisions needed.          Bellamy prefered to stay with his          people, to give the knowledge          of the ground to the people.

   It felt good to do something right and he liked    to spend the nights by the guards, in silence.    One night of many and he was tired but today    his mind tricked him badly. But he always    would regnorize her, no matter if she tried to    hide her face or not.

        Bellamy fought himself down and to the gate. If this         was another ghost who haunted him – but he wanted         this to be real. She stopped in front of him and his         breath stopped for a long moment.

             Then finally the lips formed into a tired but happy              smile. He  allowed the good feelings to fill any              inch of him.

     “I see – what the hell took you so long?”

He didn’t notice her injury yet and instead pulled her into a tight hug, holding her close like she was really just a ghost and would disappear otherwise.

Muscles tightened and fists clenched at the sudden, unexpected contact. Clarke had interacted with few  since her departure, but none to the point of physical closeness--none that were as warm as Bellamy. She should’ve remembered that heat sort of seemed to radiate naturally off of him. He was like a human furnace.                 Clarke felt herself relax into his embrace once the shock                 wore off, and she wrapped her arms around his middle in                 return. The grand, running-and-leaping into his arms didn’t                 happen the way it did the first time they hugged. This one                 was quieter, more raw, and it tugged at Clarke’s belly,                  causing her eyes to cloud over with tears. She’d expected                 him to be angry, to be cold, to be something other than                 the forgiver, the compassionate man that he’d grown into. She pulled away reluctantly, sniffling and batting quickly at the lone tear that escaped from the corner of her eye.                          “I know--I--” she began, nostrils flaring. “I had to take                          care of some things. Couldn’t risk having loose ends...                          not with the winter so close. I think--I think I’m okay now,                          though. Ready to help.”

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                                                                 GUIDE YOU HOME.

It’s the dead of night when she returns with blood dribbling down her face. The limp in her step--caused by an unseen  rock on the path to the camp--slows her down.            Before the injury, she’d been running.

There’s an impressive brigade of guards outlining the camp’s newly enforced walls as she approaches. They turn their guns to face her in unison, and her heart begins to thud in her chest.                                           Maybe she’s not welcome anymore. Foggy blue eyes scan the attentive soldiers and come to a screeching halt as she catches a set of dark brown eyes, staring at her widely with disbelief. If she thought her heart was pounding before, it was NOTHING compared to the hammering she felt now, staring at him, looking at him for the first time in six months. She held up her hands in surrender, eyes remaining determinedly on his. Clearing her throat, she swallows down any remainder of nervousness and straightens her spine.                        “I’m not a threat,” she yells to the men, to him.                        She removes the hood from her cape, letting her                        blond waves hang freely on her shoulders. It’s                         shorter now, but it’s enough to cause the men to                        shout her name, and to open the gates for her                        immediately. She finds her way inside slowly, her left foot still dragging behind. He is easily found in the crowd and she surges toward him, ignoring the pain. She’s unsure of herself, of him, when she approaches. There’s something in the air that makes her uncomfortable, an alien feeling that this place isn’t her home. She’s not welcome.              She abandoned them.                                                “...hi,” she says quietly, almost inaudible. She                                               can’t look at him when she’s standing this close,                                               so her eyes search the moonlit ground. 

                                             “I’m back.”

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briightestofthehundred answered your question:give it to me, be totally honest, how does my...

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give it to me, be totally honest, how does my theme look?

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                    attempting to get all the knick knacks of                       my theme sorted but while i do that,                                     like for a starter?

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                                   “WERE YOUR PARENTS TWO SETS OF TWOS?”                               DIVERGENT RP || WRITTEN BY BROGEN

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                             briightestofthehundred​ LIKED FOR A STARTER.

            “WHOA--” Clarke’s eyes widen at the sight of her arm. The wound is gaping, though not terribly deep. It leaks blood like a busted pipe, and Clarke  rushes to Cass’ side to grip onto it. 

                       “This needs to be tended to. Now.”

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                              mechanicism LIKED FOR A STARTER.

                 “LOOK -- I know you probably want to yell                  at me. Or drill me, or maybe even hit me a                  few times. Which is all well deserved but--” Clarke looks nervously from Raven to the ground and back again, unsure of where her eyes can stay in order to refrain from any crying.                                       “Can it wait until tomorrow?”

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                        reivxn LIKED FOR A STARTER.

              “You guys built cabins?” she asks, undeniably impressed.                            “How did you manage that without a med--” she almost says                             a medic, but then she remembers. Abby is around, she probably                            took care of them better than Clarke could’ve. They were just                            fine without her. Maybe even better.

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                     ❛ – … we’re healing. we’re SURVIVING.                          i wouldn’t call it much more than that. we                          didn’t have a CHOICE. ❜ 

  he SEEKS the eye contact she    blatantly AVOIDS only to cease   at the realization that it isn’t what   she NEEDS. 

                     ❛ it’s good to see you again, clarke. ❜

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She almost smiles at his words, but thinks better of it. Part of her doesn’t even know how she’s gotten this far, how she made it all the way to the camp without turning back around to the comfort of solitude.                        “I take it no one acquired any life-threatening wounds while                         I was gone?” she asks casually, quietly, as she looks around.