#damnleader

[damnmechanicd]

is that bellamy blake squeezed into spandex?   raven can’t help the large grin that’s taken her from ear to ear, head tilted as she gives him a quick once over.   ❛   told ya’ your ass would look great in that.   ❜   /   @damnleader​*

[trueheda]

whispers reminder that ontari is always like i hate skaikru and yet finds john murphy the most interesting human, bellamy blake a strong and respectful warrior, alex murphy a father figure, and fox so sweet that she needs to be protected. 

[dedalvs]

what would be the word for spy in trigedasleng? i figured they still talk about it but couldn't think of how to say / spell it. thank you in advance !

That’s a funny one. The word is loufa. That’s an old word that was coined specifically because it sounds nothing like a spy. Now, though, it, of course, sounds plenty like a spy, because that’s the only word for spy Trigedasleng speakers know. :)

[illripyourthroat-a-blog]

@damnleader. [ x ] 

                  you’re too attached. is she talking to him, or is she saying it to herself ? a bit of both. a phrase that has been running in her mind since they got their heartbeats down to regular and laid next to each other. running in her mind, saying it to herself as she felt his fingertips against her skin, as she already felt the soreness from him, as she lays there next to him and already starts to steel her face and body against all of this. against him. because she can’t feel this good, this warm and open and exposed and -–– happy. she can’t share this with someone. snow taught her quick how easy it is to lose anyone and everyone. how much he won’t hesitate to destroy her.

                  jaw clenches when his fingers stop. when he really hears her words and realizes what she’s saying. johanna keeps herself still and doesn’t look at him, even as he props himself up and looks at her more. she won’t look at him ( can’t ), but can feel the smile drain off of him. something scribbled gnaws at her edges, makes her want to turn and hold him and tell him, tell him that she -––––. she stays still. she doesn’t look at him. not even when he says her name.

                  she can’t have this. she will always say something wrong or do something wrong and snow will retaliate. anyone near her is a target, and anyone near her is a weapon that can and will be used against her. bellamy is a victor ; he must understand this. he needs to keep his own family safe ( the same way she didn’t and couldn’t ). but she aches, heart thrumming empty in the feeling of hands on her that were welcomed and wanted, of the care and affection he gave without question. of the care and affection she’s now making him question. but they can’t do this. they’re both too attached. she has resolved within herself even before this time that she has to do this. they both can’t pretend that this is something that can really happen. it makes the most sense.

                  but then he says it. of course he does. she should’ve known he would. the line that always catches her breath and she can’t help the way it does this time when he says it. he seems so heartbroken as he says ( tells her, reminds her ) you’re my girl, in a way that makes johanna’s exhale stutter over a swallowed sob. she fucked it up, turns on her side away from him and curling into herself. she’s too attached. she knows this. but for both of their safety and reality, this has to be what she does, right ? it can’t happen again. ( besides, a part of her knows the real ugly truth : she doesn’t deserve something so soft and warm. she can’t find this in another person. and another sure as fuck cannot find something like that within her. )

                  ❛     don’t. don’t do this. don’t say that.                   i -–––      ❜

                  even she can hear the nerves and tears in her voice when her words are whispered harshly. she’s confused, the steel of herself gone from his simple words and heartbreak and she doesn’t know anymore. can’t feel and feels too much. she wants his touch and hopes it never comes again. can’t. but does. she wants, aches, yearns, and it feels like so much inside of her. too much. she’s too attached. she knows.

                  ❛     give up on me and let me go. please.                   it’s too much.      ❜

[redemptia]

@damnleader replied to your post “cara is a sinbucket 2k17” but also tags @damnmechanic

w HAT TF

;; fite me 4 her big bro

[trshana]

‘ Your sister is quite the spirit. ’     They’ve tied him to a post and his shoulders are stiff and hurting from spending the entire morning in this position but not a single complaint has left his lips. Skaikru guards tackled him the moment they were told it was him and they were simply too many. So here he is, feeling as though his hands might fall off from how tight the rope is around his wrists but satisfied. Vengeance has been done. Ilian does not quite know what to make of this man yet, this man they all seem to listen to. He knows a leader when he sees one and the strong will certainly runs in the family. But what his stance on all this is, he does not know. Yet. Ilian saved his sister’s life after all. Twice. Bloodshed was not what he wanted.

@damnleader  ( it won’t let me tag you ??? )

[leksakom]

@damnleader​ wanted to be bros. 

❛            you  have  something.  ❜   lexa’s fingertip brushes in the line of her sternum, brow an appraising arch.   

[damnmechanicd]

bellamy: raven i believe in u raven:  that’s nice and all but what abt all of this fuckin stress i don’t need!!!!