(( Starter Call | ACCEPTING )) — @brckenmartyr
“How can you not see how in love I am?”

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(( Starter Call | ACCEPTING )) — @brckenmartyr
“How can you not see how in love I am?”
@brckenmartyr ––––
Since becoming one with the 100 fandom, I haven’t loved Clarke from the beginning, but it’s been a near thing. In the most recent season she’s been both fond and exasperated with Madi - as one does with teenagers - and I think you’ve managed to capture that feeling really well when I see how you write Clarke. I just think you’ve captured Clarke’s voice really well, when we see her inner thoughts, it shows how conflicted she is and just really gets you hooked onto what’s going on.
if he has had to learn anything during his life, it is to FOCUS in the face of shocking circumstances. this one is certainly more challenging than anything he has faced. to a degree, understands how the cold sleep worked. he knows how the freezing snow and ice preserved carcasses. how it could preserve something living is a different concept. but he is less concerned with that anymore. yes, he has been asleep for over a hundred years and somehow that is less TROUBLING and dumbfounding than the fact he is staring down at a whole different world. he hadn’t quite thought that to be a possibility.
he understands now why clarke and bellamy did not wake EVERYONE. and perhaps, why he was chosen to be among the few. he is a strategist at heart, he was raised to it and if anything, they will need to go into this with every view point possible...without the risk of mob panic.
“ it doesn’t look so DIFFERENT...from here. ” // @brckenmartyr s.c.
Sending love to terralived, rvenant, and brckenmartyr for being lovely clarke muns!
@terralived @rvenant @brckenmartyr
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“ It’s Clarke, right? “ He wasn’t there for the full run-down of the end of the world, and honestly he was kind of glad for it. In order to accept his new reality, Shaw would much rather not dwell on the past, or on his expectations that hadn’t been lived up to.
“ Look, about the collar thing... “ She’d been freed when they agreed to go release the bunker, but the lieutenant doubted it would be water under the bridge.
One thing I like about your portrayal: everything
meme. accepting. @brckenmartyr
thank you so much for these kind words! you hold such a special part in my heart and in this fandom. we’re all lucky to have you!❤
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confusion found it’s way easily to the mechanic’s features when she was broken from a train of thought by the sound of static followed by that of a, slightly garbled, familiar voice. clarke? no. it couldn’t be? could it?
“shit!”
raven exclaimed as she attempted to pick her half-crippled self up fast enough to try and get to the radio before the girl they’d left behind on the ground to save their own asses stopped broadcasting and she missed her. A moment later she was splayed out on the floor from the sudden movement and wincing in pain but it didn’t stop her from dragging herself along the floor and grabbing the radio.
she relished in the sound of clarke’s voice for a moment as clarke finished speaking and then she jammed that button down as hard as she could. “clarke!” her voice sounded, reasonably so, a bit labored and a slight hint of pain was likely present as well. “clarke is that really you?”
the lack of a response to her easy greeting feels off; raven frowns, setting the tool in hand down & lifts off the welding helmet she’s wearing before turning around to face her friend. “hey, what...?” she stops short when she sees the expression on clarke’s face — something akin to stricken & it causes alarm to shoot up & down raven’s spine as she moves around the table & towards the blonde. “clarke? what’s wrong?” brown hues filled with CONCERN flicker downward & she captures clarke’s hands in her own in an effort to stop the other’s slight shaking. “hey, what’s going on? talk to me.”
// @brckenmartyr gets a starter !!