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Indie Clarke Griffin, John Murphy, and Echo kom Azgeda roleplayer. Mun is 21+. Follows from space-delinquents!

[skyedaisy]

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[skyedaisy]

Been thinking about this for a while, but I’m starting over with a new blog. Everything’s the same, really, but I’m just archiving this one. I really want to get back into the roleplaying scene.

So go ahead and follow by new blog here!

[skyedaisy]

Been thinking about this for a while, but I’m starting over with a new blog. Everything’s the same, really, but I’m just archiving this one. I really want to get back into the roleplaying scene.

So go ahead and follow by new blog here!

[skyedaisy]

someone give me bellarke and/or murphamy please!!

[skyedaisy]

starter call!

please specify muse: clarke, murphy, or echo. i’m down for canon aus, modern aus, or anything canon s1-6. i’m all caught up with the current season :)

[skyedaisy]

starter call!

please specify muse: clarke, murphy, or echo. i’m down for canon aus, modern aus, or anything canon s1-6. i’m all caught up with the current season :)

[skyedaisy]

starter call!

please specify muse: clarke, murphy, or echo. i’m down for canon aus, modern aus, or anything canon s1-6. i’m all caught up with the current season :)

[murphystartedthefire]

Murphy staring at death + eternal life

(insp by this post)

[clarkegriffins]

clarke + drawing

[skyedaisy]

starter for @binarysvnsmuses !!

A second chance; that was what Monty and Harper had given them. Their lives for something better. A world neither of them would get to see. As the door opened to reveal their new home, Clarke blinked, squinting against the golden-red sun. Suns, she corrected herself. She took her first breath of this new air, tasting earth and grass and trees on her tongue. 

They left the shuttle together, Clarke's feet trading metal for earth. Her first step on an alien world, and it felt so similar to the first time. We're back, bitches! The words echoed in her head, but they weren't back. They were the aliens here. Their home was gone, ash and dust most likely. This was somewhere new, and Clarke would be lying if she said she didn't feel a thrill run down her spine at the possibilities.

"At least we're not dead yet," Murphy said, shattering the moment in a way only he could. Clarke glanced at him, and then her eyes found Bellamy. Her lips twitched into a small smile.

"We do better," she said, echoing Monty's words. A promise.

[skyedaisy]

starter call!

please specify muse: clarke, murphy, or echo. i’m down for canon aus, modern aus, or anything canon s1-6. i’m all caught up with the current season :)

[skyedaisy]

thehomemadehooligan

Bellamy liked his TA job, it was a part-time thing that he could work around his week-day job at the library and his week-end job at the book store. He liked helping people and it helped him as well. He was working on his masters thesis so getting to go over the material again and again really drilled it into his head. But the student he was about to be tutoring was a different matter, Murphy had been a disruption from day one and he distracted Bellamy even when he was being quiet and unobtrusive, because the freshman was just so goddamn pretty and his smart mouth was incredibly tempting. What could he say, Bellamy had a thing for strong people who could bite back at him quip for quip. But Murphy, despite being extremely intelligent, was failing his history class and it was Bellamy’s job to get his grades up. He was meeting Murphy in one of the TA offices that was set up for tutoring and had gotten to the room ten minutes early, setting his stuff out only took a couple of minutes and then he just had to wait. While he did, he passed the time by reading Homer’s Odyssey, glasses settled on his nose. When Murphy finally arrived, he pulled off his glasses and smiled a little, “Sit down, Murphy, we’ve got a lot of work to do.”

Murphy had started classes only a couple weeks ago, and already he had an appointment with a TA for History. It was such bullshit too, because his grades weren't that bad. He knew how to keep them just above the failing line, where he could coast by without putting much effort in. But of course his parents had called the Dean of the school, and now he was on his way to tutoring with Bellamy Blake. Who was extremely hot and not at all a distraction in class. Nope, not one bit.

When Murphy arrived, Bellamy was already set up and reading. Of course he was reading; Murphy never saw the guy without a book in his hand. "Mmm, no, you've got a lot of work to do," Murphy said, dropping his bag to the floor and plopping down into a chair. "Apparently you've got to help me get my grade up. Which, sorry to say, isn't gonna happen. I'm not putting in anymore effort than I need to."

He didn't look at Bellamy as he spoke, instead examined his nails, which had chipped black polish on them. He'd need to touch them up soon.