#mademechanic

[idsurvive]

( 🔪 ℐ.ℳ : @mademechanic )

    — The look of shocked dismay that crossed Murphy's features quickly transitioned to resigned irritation at Bellamy for INSISTING he work with Raven and help her with some project she ‘needed’ assistance with. What he REALLY wanted to tell Bellamy was Raven didn't NEED ANYTHING from him since Finn was already dead and to get someone else to do it. Or, as a last resort, that she could shove the 'project' up her ass and go float herself. Raven was just another person that proved he shouldn't trust anyone especially if they were nice to him. All it did was lead to ulterior motives and him becoming disposable to them in the long run, which Raven demonstrated as soon as she stuck that gun in his face and announced they could blame the grounder massacre on him so Finn would live, knowing very well he would be executed. Fuck her.

Anger, steeped in disbelief, soon fell into something heavier, like exhaustion, as he appeared in the doorway of her workshop, clearly as a favor to Bellamy and nothing more. Wearily empty blue eyes found the mechanic at the table and his gaze fixed on her expectantly. "—you called." Murphy started with a faint condescending smirk, the words curt and bitterly dry as he rolled his eyes like it was the BIGGEST inconvenience in the world to be there with her. Shifting his weight, he lifted one hand to rub at the underside of his nose and lowered his gaze from Raven as he awaited whatever order she'd give him on where to start or at least explain what they were doing and how he could help.

[bxcomedeath]

“Look, change of plans. We have to grab what we can and go.”

A MEME THING || accepting

the words had barely left raven’s mouth before clarke was yelling alone with her.“  raven is right! get the important stuff and MOVE.  ”she looked toward raven, the only other calm face around her, and nodded.around them, the faces of kids who’d tried to pretend they weren’t kids since they landed,had shifted into the fear felt only by children who desperately wanted adults to save them.clarke wasn’t an adult, but neither was raven, and she was incredibly grateful.she was not always in this alone, and she couldn’t have picked a better right hand man.“  unless you feel like going head to head with the grounders,   i’d pick up the pace.  “

[bxcomedeath]

“ don’t tell me you’re fine. this is not fine ”

A MEME THING || accepting

clarke frankly did not have time for this. she didn’t have time to stop, and think about what was and wasn’t fine.she had to make decisions, and she had to be firm about following through with them.otherwise, everything would be chaos. nothing would get done.she’d lose the remaining part of her mind.“  raven, please don’t. i can’t. i just —  ”her palms came out to steady herself on the tabletop where their plans lay.“  can’t.  ”

[primnatblida-blog]

sounds of thick  ,  steel doors closing behind her had quickly become a sound she enjoyed after what felt like lifetimes of being asleep.  feet moving through the porcelain sealed floor while fingers trailed along the walls.  it was as if it was only yesterday she had walked through these doors.  memories of her work bringing light to her expression  ;  until sounds of fingers clattering against a keyboard broke her visit through memory lane.  quiet steps moved her closer to the overlook.  and it was then did the scientist’s eyes catch sight of a girl with hair as dark as her own.    ‘  who are you  ?  ’    she shouted from above.  /  @mademechanic​

[primnatblida-blog]

‘  this is not from abby  ,  nor jackson.  but from ME.  ’    her voice was caring  ,  her voice was that of someone who had once stood in the very spot the other now resided.    ‘  you need to SLEEP raven.  what you are doing is not going to save anyone.  please.  ’  /  @mademechanic

[bxcomedeath]

❁  @mademechanic || continued  ❁

there was rarely a time when clarke DIDN’T feel as if the world was on her shoulders, as if her very lungs weren’t being crushed, the air forced out, leaving her to cover up how frantic she was for oxygen. how ironic, given what had led to them being dropped to earth, what had shoved her into a role as leader, had been the fact that they were all running out of oxygen. her peers may have gained the ability to breathe upon landing, but clarke had lost hers when she was unofficially appointed leader.

but one of the few times she felt temporary relief from the weight, was when raven held her, momentarily helped her carry the burden. with a shaky exhale, clarke eased herself into raven’s embrace, relaxed into the other girl’s side, and upon feeling raven’s lips upon her head, she felt calm wash over her. so much so, that without being granted permission, her head dropped to the brunette’s shoulder. “  thank you, raven.  ” clarke didn’t take easily to compliments, but she also knew raven would never let her dismiss them. they’d end up in a ‘it’s true!’, ‘no it’s not!’ battle, without a doubt. so, for now, she silently accepted the other’s praise, her declaration of pride. she may not have handled compliments well, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel butterflies come to life in her stomach the second raven began to give them to her.

once she’d basked in the rarity of peace for a few moments, she lifted her head ever so slightly, propping her chin on the other’s shoulder now, so their eyes could lock while she spoke. “  i’m proud of you, too, y’know.    you’ve made life liveable down here.    everyone would be lost without you.    especially me.  ”