#imnobodysson

[headstrongblake]

@imnobodysson​ asked : 5. our muses are on bad terms but reunite after one of them nearly dies /  soft (ish) angst prompts

octavia’s been standing in the bathroom, her eyes on the mirror in front of her for too long. it isn’t until she hears the low knock on the apartment door that her eyes fall from the girl looking back at her. she’d been waiting for murphy. couldn’t call bellamy or any of them delinquents  ⁠— they’d call her brother in a heart beat and isn’t that exactly what trikru wants? she can’t get to the ER, knowing full well the medical insurance she’d gotten through school would surely be cut off by now and really, he’s the only one who’d come to mind. just someone to make sure she didn’t die over night despite the rage she felt for him.

slowly, she makes her way to the door, hand across her body holding onto the side that feels as if a ribs been broken. fingers unlatch the lock, turning the doorknob so it opens but not staying near the door as he came through. it’s the look on his face when he does really see her and the destroyed state of her apartment that causes that fire in her to flare. “ just ⁠— i need you to make sure my brother’s not going to find my dead body next week. ” she explained, trying to lower herself onto her couch without wincing. octavia, are you okay?

most people who ask, are not really looking for the truth. they want something easy, something they can wrap up nicely and know that they asked the question. a forced laugh comes from her, fingers vibrating as she looks his way.  “ no. i’m not murphy, look around you, any of this good? ” she doesn’t wait for a response, doesn’t even know if she wants one from him. fuck, why hadn’t she just stayed at school? 

“ what did you think was going to happen? that you could just tell them everything and they’d come in, take back what you and bell stole and leave the rest alone? he’s my brother. not hard to figure out i’m all he’s got. ” it’s unrealistic of her to even think he’d thought anything through while they tortured him but her blake rage doesn’t care right now.  “ god you’ve spent how long with him? did you think he’d just roll over?? not fight back?? what did you think they were gonna do when they couldn’t control him? ” the angry accusations fall from her faster than she can process them and perhaps he wasn’t the person she should’ve called. but there’s no one else. no one who’d understand the events that transpired. 

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@imnobodysson plotted starter!

Zoe was sitting in the chair as a stylist worked on her hair for the shoot that was in a few hours. She was bored as always during this process so she turned to Tik Tok to pass the time. She decided to watch her for you page and it didnt take long for a seemingly horror account to pop up. She shifted in her chair as her interest piqued. Finally something that she could be interested in. She decided to send a dm in the hopes of maybe who ran the account had more recommendations on horror movies and stories. She quickly typed up a message but didnt expect a response. She was sure he had a flooded inbox so she wasnt positive why she was attempting to reach out. Maybe it was the weed she smoked earlier.

Hey! Love your page. Finally something different on my page. Your content is refreshing and comforting. Probably weird to say its comforting but im a horror freak so what can i say? Anyways. Im rambling, ignore me. I was gonna ask if you had any good horror movies you suggest? I need new ones. Hope this isnt annoying and i hope to hear from you!

[graunblida]

@imnobodysson​ smashed the heart!

“ And in time you’ll face the darkness, but darkness is a friend to you. ”

[hisagony]

      ✧       PLOTTED STARTER !       —       @imnobodysson      𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄.          that is it.          that is the responsibility he carries and it rivals all others.          he may be the leader that all of these teenagers look to for protection          [      . . . . . .      ]          BUT HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK HE'S DOING.          his one goal remained :      keep the rest of the ark at bay.          that meant shattering wristbands and once he convinced young minds to mold to his way of thinking ,      the rest was easy.          𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙻 𝙰 𝙱𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙿𝙻𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷 𝙸𝙽 𝙰 𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙰𝙽.          and the culling came to pass. he reminds himself :      𝙄 𝘿𝙄𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙈𝙔 𝙎𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍.          it's what my mother would have wanted.          it's the only way he can get through this.          optics narrow and freckles are evident on his cheeks under the heat of the sun.          the soil is still soft beneath soles of boots from the last rainfall      AND NOT A SINGLE DELINQUENT IS ANYWHERE TO BE FOUND.          they were all separated when a grounder appeared in the woods.          𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓. AND NOW HE WALKS ALONE.          with no idea where to even start searching for his sister and without a tracker ,      BUT AT LEAST HE HAS THE GUN.          IT'S LIKE A SECURITY BLANKET ,      especially when he hears muffled chatter in the distance.          he typically walks heavy ,      but now manages to slow his steps and avoid weak twigs and branches as he hides behind the leafy greens of trees and looks on at          [      . . . . . .      ]          a grounder camp. two brawny men push a smaller boy forward.          his hands are bound and      they speak to their captive in that ridiculous language that he doesn't understand.          but he does recognize the captive :          ❛❛      JOHN MURPHY ,      ❜❜          he whispers the name under his breath.          and if they have murphy ,      they might have octavia.          𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑪𝑨𝑴𝑷.

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                ˜”*°•.        The  universe had  its  own  plans  for  them  all ;  they  could play,  they  could dance,  they  could  fight,  they could  die .  In the  end ,  the  destination  stayed the  same.  And theirs ?  It  was  NOT  listening to  some  random kids  that’d  woken  up  one day  and  called themselves  the  leaders . Bellamy  getting  everyone to  destroying  the  ONLY  means  of  contact with  the  ark . Clarke  screaming  nonsense again  and  again . Couldn’t  they  see  it ?  They  were dead .  If  they kept  doing  this ?  They’d be  dead .  And she  was  not willing  to  share this  fate ;  her parents  were  prestigious, powerful.  They  would bring  her  back. She  knew  they  would.

❝ I  heard  stories  about you. ❞  The words  came  casual , yet  curious .  Oh  catchy  stories would  always  reach the  ears  of the  most  superior families .  Gossipy  that would  give  them more  reason  to feel  impeccable.  Whispers that  would  make the  otherwise  intolerably monotonous  days  a  little  bit more …  tolerable.  John Murphy .  The  boy with  a  crime simply  exciting .  And the  boy  that could  be  the  key  to  making  things a  little  bit more …  special .  ❝ So, you  work  for Bellamy  now ?  Seriously ? ❞  

ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ: @imnobodysson​  

[veracicusss]

        “ Remember how I said John Murphy is an epic dick? I should take that back, he’s a tiny dick. “ <3

@imnobodysson sendin u love

[valianthart]

@imnobodysson

      Eyes widening for a second, she finally turned to look at him, one eyebrow quirking upward. She had to admit they had been getting c l o s e r... A lot closer than she had let herself be with ANYONE. She couldn’t consider her time with Bayliss what she had now. Here. With him... This was d i f f e r e n t... This felt... Safer and-- A smirk slowly played across her lips, seductive in a sense.

      “ Is that so...? Is that what you would like, John? “ she finally spoke, taking a step forward and leaning toward him a bit, noses nearly brushing. “ I c o u l d show you. “

[induratis]