#xnotafraid

[mythosraised-blog]

they’re in the kitchen.. & aurora’s already left for work. finally alone, finally able to touch her, hold her, kiss the way he wants to. he’s walking up behind her, palm smooth over her hip to kiss at her shoulder softly. he presses his nose against the softness of her neck, just as his digits trace the smooth skin her stomach. “i love you,” he tells her, moving to run his lips along the shell of her ear. // @xnotafraid

[fiercerebekah]

Moderngodsau — Part 4 of ?

➸ ➸ Hecate, Thanatos, Nike, Nemesis, Psyche

( @bonbonxwitch, @eternalstud, @xnotafraid, @badassbetaerica, @quarterwiitch )

[survivormoves]

the 100 verse: your promised land sucks for @xnotafraid

Heart racing in his chest, thudding PAINFULLY against his ribcage, he could only gaze in fear at the ones that had came for him. He hadn't known where ELSE to go. He knew he was banisshed. Banished because Clakre had believed him TOXIC. Not because he had murdered anyone, like Charlotte had. No.  Banished because he was t o x i c. Left to his own devices. Of course he would be caught by the Grounders. Of course he would break under their torture. What else could he have done? He hadn't even tried. Not really. They hadn't given him a reason to be HELPFUL toward them... They had strung him up, had not believed him, and when the real murderer showed herself up, they wanted to let her walk free.

The last place he had wanted to return to was HERE... But it was the ONLY place he knew of... And not EVERYONE had agreed to the hanging. Some had tried to stop it. Finn... C l a r k e with her high and mighty attitude... But the one that had stung the most was BELLAMY'S betrayal. Because out of all people, Murphy had thought he would've been believed by HIM...

Fearful eyes shot from one person to the other, a hand raised up in a means of protection to himself. Would they MURDER him for returning?  Chest heaving, he swallowed once before his eyes finally fell on Octavia's, a silent plea upon his face. He didn't want to die like this. He didn't want to be caught by the Grounders again. He didn't WANT them to torture him any further then they already had.

He didn't want to die like this...

" Octavia... Don't send me away... "  he finally managed to rasp out through bloodied lips, hating the tremble he felt through his body. The kick of adrenaline was dying down, reminding him of the WOUNDS he had sustained.

[triedtobcgood-a-blog]

“Too tired to move...I think I’m just going to stay here tonight.” Clarke muttered, curling further into the couch until she’s practically nestled against Octavia whose watching TV. “Much better.” 

@xnotafraid gets a thing

[stupiidsheep-blog]

THE KISS IS EAGER, BUT SLOW, PULLING HER FLUSH TO HIS FORM. both hands slide up her back carefully. he wants to say more, wants to explain that he doesn’t know what he’s doing. but she needs this. && maybe that’s why their paths crossed. maybe this was supposed to happen. his ancestors worked in strange ways– who was he to resist it? she’s soft, tender to touch above him. & he knows she can’t bear the weight of her pain tonight. a palm moves to cup her cheek, hold her surprisingly soft features & deepen the kiss. he knows what to do– physically. somewhat. he’s not completely inexperienced. but he just focuses on her lips, the heat rising between them. on the tender swell of her bottom lip as he feels the burn on his cheeks that has nothing to do with the storm. “okteivia..” he breathes against her mouth.

@xnotafraid & missing smut scene.

[yujtombom-a-blog]

@xnotafraid

The hunting party had gone too far, and as a guard it’s his duty to stay behind and try to ensure that everyone else will make it back to the camp. He hasn’t yet seen what that animal is, but it’s large and loud, and he knows just enough that he has to stall it a little longer. If he’s going to die, then he will die on his feet, FIGHTING for his people. He waits, listens to the animal coming closer to him, and then he can finally see a glimpse of the dark fur. Lincoln grips tighter around his gun, tries to shoot the gorilla, but it seems like the bullets do nothing for it. 

And before it gets too close, he RUNS. Tries to lost it into the woods, at least it isn’t following his people anymore. It’s better to be him than everyone else. He doesn’t know the forest, doesn’t know where he can hide so he keeps going. Trying to move as fast as he can, knowing that wasting any more bullets will only end badly. He needs to save them, for the moment when there’s NOTHING else for him to do. 

He’s so DEAD.

[mythosraised-blog]

he's cuddly when he's stoned, nuzzling his face into her lap as his hands move to wrap around her figure. she's like a personal pillow for him to nose into as he grins slowly. "hey," he tells her, turning his head a little as he chuckles. "i love you." // @xnotafraid

[kingfallena]

@xnotafraid || here

HONOR not to be taken lightly. She is bringing new life into this world. But he would not have guessed it from how she is continuing about her duties as if she isn’t ENDANGERING her unborn child. 

     To continue using her as an assassin would...distasteful. And dishonorable to say the least. He cannot ask her to risk harm coming to the baby.  Even if she doesn’t like it. 

     “ I’m sure you are. ” he mutters “ I won’t be requiring your...services, now. ” She needs to return home and rest. She has already been in enough stress and he would never have asked her to go on those missions if he had known.