#geneticassassin

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[eternallybellamy]

starter for @geneticassassin​ !

when a second branch snaps, clarke knows she’s not alone. her eyes go to the foliage surrounding her, expecting to spot an animal, something that had survived down here. she knows she shouldn’t be out here alone, but she wanted to explore. it’s her second day on the ground; she wants to take advantage of that before responsibility sets in.

[nowat-shesdaylight]

friendly reminder that you are *dabs* amazing af

friendly reminder that i *hits the whip* adore you

[geneticempath]

These kids were designed to kill. Coldly, efficiently and most of all happily. — insp.

[solarsought]

asleep @ lou

lou should get some sleep she can think of a hundred things that need to happen tomorrow just laying there in bed. she has a big test to study for and she has to go get del from her grandparents. doesn’t she have some sort of event happening at the preschool? she needs to add checking the calendar to her list but the list can wait. 

she shifts to face him and smiles as she sees how peaceful he. she moves some hair out of his face leaning over to press a soft kiss to his cheek. when she pulls back he mumbles something before laying on his stomach and she has to cover her mouth to muffle her laugh. it’s a side of him she’s not used to seeing something so calm and it puts her at ease knowing he can have a break from having the weight of the world on his shoulders. he deserves it and she hopes that she can help him find it because after all that he’s done for her it’s the least she can do. she pulls the blanket up over them pressing a quick peck to his curls before she settles in to finally get some rest wondering what it is he dreams about as she dozes off.

send  asleep for my muse’s thoughts watching yours sleep // @geneticassassin

[klarsynt-arc]

the concept alone is enough to draw me in completely. you know i’d follow you to hell and back, but I really do enjoy the lore and the heart you put into this muse and this universe. your ideas are always so phenomenal, thought out, and they make sense. you give your muses strengths AND flaws and I think that’s admirable. your writing and emil are so amazing and i genuinely cannot wait time see what more you have in store for your muse and the others in this world!!

what drew you to my blog & what made you stay? || @geneticassassin

         excuse me who said you could be this nice to me and make me cRY 😭 thank you so much, cutie!!! you know i adore you and all your muses and lore you create. so knowing you appreciate mine makes me all soft a;sldkfja 

[geneticasseta]

@geneticassassin​  sent :   a hand reaches out to hold her face but before he does, he hesitates, and drops it. he knows her aversion to touch. “i just worry about you sometimes, that’s all.”

some days were worse than others -- skin tight across her bones, skin tender to the touch that stung and shrieked when touched. there are days when she hates it, hates the way that her skin feels stuck to her, how it twitches and stretches and stings, hates when her stomach knots and how she recoils at the slightest proximity. she hates it most when apollo is there. hates how she wants desperately to hold him, to be held by him only for her skin to turn in on itself as if it had a mind of its own.

he reaches and her heart aches with the need to feel his hands on her face, to have him look her in the eyes when he holds her face in his hands and aches again when she knows how it would hurt. how every nerve in her body will scream, how she would go to war with her own flesh just to keep from flinching from him but he hesitates and her heart leaps into his throat when his hand drops away and she can’t begin to describe the raw emotion in the pit of her stomach.  the way that he’s so conscious of her, the way that he never pushes, always waits, always thinks of her before he does anything.

pip reaches this time, she grasps his hand harder than she meant to but she’s desperate and it hurts but it hurts in a way that she wants it too. it means that this is important to her, it means that he is important to her.   “  thank you.  ”  the gratitude is thick in her throat as she speaks and she knows that she isn’t just thanking him for worrying about her, for allowing himself to be concerned for her bu for thinking of her, for caring about her, for being so conscious of her aversions to touch and for understanding her, sometimes better than she understood herself.

    “  i  .  .  .  i can’t always show it or say it but i need you to know that there isn’t anyone else that i’d rather be with than you. i wish that i could hold you and be held by you all the time and one day i will be able to but until then, know that you,  ”  she squeezed his hand and she wondered if love was always supposed to burn like this.   “  you make me very happy.  ”

[geneticyborg]

              “  do  you  .  .  .  ”  talking was bad, dangerous, but he couldn’t help it. maybe it was the drugs or the torture or the loneliness combined with the familiar face that wasn’t so familiar now with time and age and distance between them but he couldn’t help it. part of his brain kept telling him to bite down against his tongue, bite it off, spill blood in every direction just as long as he doesn’t talk but he can’t. his tongue felt like cotton and the world kept blurring around the edges and one moment apollo was a kid and the next he was a soldier and he couldn’t quite tell which of them he was talking to.  “  do  you  remember  the  balloon ?  it  ----  it  was  the  first  time  we  figured  out  what  a  birthday  was.  ”  it was also the first time zack had assaulted a handler. the first but not the last.  //  @geneticassassin  ♡’d  for  starter