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                   because no matter where they take me                                  death i will survive

                              ( graphic cred @noulaikkwelnes​ )

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Fill me with rage And bleed me dry ( MERCY ) And feed me your hate In the echoing silence I shiver...

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for the other, new blog, do i go back to my old square icons?

or make new round icons?

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okay, so due to the votes on the poll i’m going to be remaking clarke. same url and all that jazz. i’ll make a post when she’s kinda set up

edit: this also means bellamy’s blog will probably move too / i may not remake him

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do this poll for me pls

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rolls in guess who’s kinda back

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  which one?

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                 SHE’S TOO GOOD FOR YOU

                                      indie gina martin | hella selective | semi-private

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send me a misconception you think people have about my character and I'll explain if it's true or not.

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                             ‘ this is octavia. she’s probably out                                               chasing butterflies somewhere. ‘

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when i get anons telling me im not round a lot i get confused. do you think i don't know that? is my social life getting in the way of your needs?

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i was trying to work through drafts stuff but i got a sudden urge to revamp gina

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does any bellamy’s/clarke’s wanna do grounder!klark with commander!belomi

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         ziggy knew something was up. ziggy knew that clarke was withholding information. of course, how could she get the necessary help if she didn’t spill the beans? she understood not wanting to tell all of arkadia due to causing a mass panic but alas, how could clarke do what she needed to do if she burnt herself out. “hmm—…” a hum will leave her as she reaches forward to push some of clarke’s blonde hair from her face. “and there will be funerals but if you aren’t careful, the next one will be yours,”

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    people had helped her and they had died - it was like mount weather all over again. innocent people with their lives ahead of them had died because of her and clarke wasn’t sure how long she could keep going. every time she managed to pull herself together and hold herself up, something would happen and she’d crumble again, “ maybe it’s my time. “ the words fall from her lips before she can stop them.

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          HE HASN’T BEEN able to properly clean the wound until now. It’s poorly cauterized to close the wound, but his skin is still caked in dirt and dried blood. A small basin of steaming water and a pile of rags are left on the desk by the servants. He knows damn well he’s nothing more than a PRISONER here. But at least the servants have the decency to treat him with some respect. By the time he managed to take off his coat and shirt, the doors open once more, and all of a sudden he’s not alone anymore. 

     Other than offering her a brief look ( one eyebrow raised ),  Roan doesn’t really acknowledge the girl’s presence. Instead he wets one of the rags and quietly starts to clean his side. He should’ve known it wouldn’t stay SILENT, though. He stills the moment she speaks up, his jaw set. Lips forming a thin line. He’s aware of that fact now. Lexa honors no deals unless she’s the one to benefit from it.

     He doesn’t turn to look at her until she speaks up again, this time requesting his assistance instead of stating the obvious. A few moments pass until he dumps the rag in the basin and turns to face her, a grin on his lips that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “One more attempt and you’ll be dead yourself, Wanheda.”

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      they’ve played cat and mouse far too many times in the short time of knowing each other. clarke couldn’t trust him just as much as he couldn’t trust her - after all, they were enemies; his people had tried to kill her own and if he thought clarke was going to sit around and watch that happen then he was dumber than she thought.

    oceanic hues fall upon his wound before lifting to see the wet cloth. if her mother was here, she would have scolded him for his ways of repair. the blonde clicks her tongue upon the roof of her mouth before settling to look at the prince again. why was he here? why hadn’t his mother come to bail him out? clarke did not know roan’s story but she wanted to know - there was something alluring about him that clarke couldn’t put her finger on.

    as he turns to face her, clarke manages to tilt her head ever so slightly to keep direct eye contact with the male if she shied away, he’d have the upper hand, she’d be seen as weak and timid and she couldn’t afford to be. she was a leader and she wasn’t prepared to back down from a mere abandoned prince, “ you look hurt. release me and i’ll help bandage your wound. “ she speaks swiftly, smoothly, almost like melting chocolate. his words cause her to smirk though, “ i did not know you desired wanheda’s powers. “