ᵖʳᵉᵛᶤᵒᵘˢˡʸ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰᵇʳᶤᶤᶰᵍᵉʳ

[shadowden]

@warriorhearted

       her time at camp was SHORT-LIVED, only to have it become threatened by c a p t i v i t y. the signs of metal gates seem to become nothing but a backdrop in the wild. ❝ thank you for saving me.❞ she owed octavia that much & probably an explanation as well. though she supposed the younger blake only HARBORS anger towards her. clarke feels the CRUNCH of leaves underneath her feet as their make their way back towards lexa & indra. ❝you didn’t need to do that, but you did. i was wrong.❞ she can ADMIT that. bellamy had turned from the guy she’s known to a man full of PENT up anger & vengeance. the two of them used to be on the same SCALE, but now they feel UNBALANCED. clarke would always have faith in him even if what he was doing wasn’t something she agreed with. 

    ❝i shouldn’t have left, but i needed to.❞ she’s ashamed that she’s run away but she cannot face the burden of her sins yet. they’ve become TALLY MARKS on her skin that can’t fade, nor heal until she can CONQUER them.

[warriorhearted-blog]

                     FURY crawling under her skin fighting to be released; for octavia to unleash it to those who are r e s p o n s i b l e for the death of grounders. & bellamy is among them, ---- the girl’s mind is jumbling, torn into different directions as she stomped down ( angrily ) the path  that will lead them back to lexa. bellamy’s change, lincoln’s safety, grounders’ deaths & W A R. then, clarke. their attempt to make things right was a FAILURE, it seemed. clarke’s gratitude is met with a simple NOD but as the blonde admitting she was wrong, octavia spares a glance, opening her mouth to respond,  ❛  we were wrong. i wanted to believe he would do it right this time but he’s gone, clarke. bellamy’s gone insane. ❜  anger dripping on the last syllable, quite harshly. her brother did save indra but those dead grounders’ blood is in his hands too. walking with eyes straight ahead, octavia doesn’t have the urge to look back to ARKADIA, she never fit in there, lincoln is safe for now & bellamy, ---- she almost couldn’t recognize him anymore. her own brother.

                           ❛ you shouldn’t. but you did. ❜ gritting her teeth, octavia's piercing gaze leveling with the blonde without stopping their short journey, the ANGER she harbor dancing in her eyes like blazing fire, ❛ & you leaving is why bellamy changed. ❜ it’s the TRUTH. clarke wasn’t there in the last three months but OCTAVIA W A S.

[normvndy]

Maybe she’ll take us back.

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Anonymous Requested:

 ↳ Octavia Blake + Character Development 

[linctaviasource]

[ponyvoros-blog]

If im stabbed do I get to keep the knife

[shadowden]

❝ the WARRIOR, who had to face up that life might be the HEAVIEST  (weight ) on her back besides her own shadow.  the SOLDIER, who had to fight back the d e m o n s of guilt buried inside the sullen secrets of his  ( s o l i t a r y )  soul. & the LEADER who had to build an ARMOR ofbravery inside her with the p i e c e s of her broken INNOCENCE . ❞ -x

[ithelpstodream]

[likcoln-blog]

If you have to leave, I get that.

[warriorhearted-blog]

friend: are u a big spoon or a little spoon?

me: im a knife

[shadowden]

   ❝ well i guess since no one’s id’d us, it is low profile. i think i can      resist you. we should make a toast to us while we’re at it.❞                   clarke leads the other to the bar, she’s content with her life                   consisting of octavia. all they really had was each other.                    there was a high like getting shot with adrenaline when you                   stole something and could splurge it all. sure,clarke could                   probably afford it without the life of crime, but where was                   the fun in that. she beckons for the bartender for two shots                   of whiskey.

[warriorhearted-blog]

                        reckless has always been a part of octavia’s lifestyle & one way or another, clarke has to live in the same path. this is their life, dangerous, unpredictable. following clarke towards the bar, the dark haired girl settles on the empty space beside clarke as the blonde orders their drinks. while a playful smirk tugging on her lips, octavia leans closer to whisper some words, ❛ you can resist me? if i were you, i won’t be so confident, clarke. ❜  then she grabs a shot of whiskey from the table’s surface, lifting it high enough in front of them & her attention never leaves the blonde while she’s doing so. low profile club, good alcohol drinks, another night before they have to leave the city; it is nothing like a normal life most people usually have but in all honesty, normalcy was not octavia blake’s dream, it never was. a grin stretches on rouged lips because despite the downside & the risks, she’s never been happier.  ❛ here’s for our life, for us. & let’s not forget: for our next heist. ❜

".....has died." finish it in my ask.

[shadowden]

          she knows octavia is bad news, that’s the first thing she got from her           friends. the more clarke got to know her, the more she knew she wasn’t           as bad as was portrayed to be. octavia just wanted what everyone else           wants, a comfortable lifestyle. she couldn’t blame her for that. however,           it was clarke’s decision and she refused to listen to her mother. but after           her father’s death octavia had been the only constant person around. after           awhile the grief card got old and the sympathy stopped. not with her. she           feels some days are easier and some aren’t. there isn’t anything wrong           with that, but she enjoys this fast paced life that she’s set up for herself.           she knows this story won’t have a happy ending, but she’ll take those odds.

          a small laugh erupts from her lips. she knows what octavia likes and           doesn’t like. there was only the best for her girl, but she wasn’t going           to tell her that. she’ll let it be a surprise. she loved seeing the look of           joy on her face. despite the blonde having been lulled into the darkness,           she still retains most of her qualities. except she’s cutthroat and she           won’t take any chances.

                    ❝ it wouldn’t be a surprise, if i told you.❞

                  live fast, die young bad girls do it well…

             a few dollars being tossed around wasn’t going to hurt them. they had              plenty more. this was a reckless move on her part, but it made the              risk worth it. clarke kept one hand in the wheel, while she focused on              octavia. she could see from her periphery but this made it thrilling. her              finger’s cup her lover’s chin before leaning in to plant her lips against              hers. she tilted her head slightly while her hand on the steering wheel              was firm. it was as if someone jolted her bloodstream with caffeine,              kissing octavia always made her feel alive. it made the oxygen in              her lungs more crisp and she could see the world with such clarity.              after a few moment she broke away. a small grin on her lips before              she places her other hand back on the steering wheel. she shifts her              focus to getting to their temporary safe haven.

                       ❝ i’ve been meaning to do that.❞

             with another sharp turn she makes her way off the road and into              the neighborhood. it was just a few more miles. they would have              to ditch the car and get something new. it’s nothing they couldn’t              handle.

[warriorhearted-blog]

                             the line between bad & good is quite blurry nowadays, but there’s always the saying: no one is capable of perfection. then who is octavia? she is the girl who draws the line, some considers her bad but the people that matters to her will consider her as good; sometimes, it’s just the matter of who can have f u n better than others. octavia doesn’t always welcome surprises but when it comes from her girl, never once she feel disappointed & that is why she keep her mouth shut from uttering any other complaint. the moment clarke’s finger cup her chin, she instinctively leaning closer, fully aware of the intention & their lips crashes into a not-so-innocent kiss. even the kiss is short but as per usual, heated with passion. the kind of kiss that makes people flustered & look away; octavia blake never kiss half-heartedly. once they break off from the kiss, a prideful smirk playing across octavia’s lips, as if wordlessly showing how proud she is over clarke’s little ( but R I S K Y ) gesture, & then she laughs in satisfaction, ❛  now that’s my girl. ❜ 

                                the thought of two of them conquering the world may seems far-fetched & but not if you consider the chance of them having to spread their wings to overseas in purpose to step around the authority. & octavia being octavia, she will think of it as an adventure rather than an escape plan.

                                 as the car entering the neighborhood, octavia who already settles back on her car seat is growing impatient to ditch this car & spend their money. treading carefully is not her crime style & it is the reason why clarke is the mastermind in the team. the risk of being sent in the prison shadowing her in every path she takes but to have everything she ever want, the illegal money they obtains & most of all, to have someone who loves her, it may not seem as an ideal life; however, it is more than enough for octavia. ❛ better be not too far or they would find this car. those money we just get is too good to waste on them. ❜  yes, exactly, the idea of leaving the money behind because the police chasing them is much more scary than the actual idea of the risk from getting captured; call it n a i v e but the truth is, that’s how much TRUST she put on clarke. green hues glancing sideways to the blonde on the driver’s seat with perfectly arched brows & octavia comments in playful tone, ❛ you & i, we need a new, good set of clothes. ❜ 

[shadowden]

              she finds it relaxing as her fingers comb through and retangle in                her raven locks. she knows she’ll be in trouble. she shouldn’t,               but she does. octavia has got her right where she wants her               to be. her hum of approval only encourages clarke.                      

                       ❝     how about no? there’s nothing to make official. we                              can be cuddle buddies. nothing more. ❞

               her heart thumps loudly and she wonders if octavia can hear it.                cobalt hues make out a playful smirk. she knows girls like octavia.                they are bad news, but they know how to have fun. there’s nothing                innocent about this. she has all of the intention of pushing her to                that point of least resistance. she’s unflinching,she hides behind a                stoic gaze. she’s never really smiled until bellamy &…octavia.

                                   ❝ are you? going to make that body heat excuse?❞                she lets out a sigh of content as she feels her fingers trailing                along her waist.it feels nice.she leans in and presses a kiss to                octavia’s forehead.

[warriorhearted-blog]

                                 clarke’s words earns her a devious smirk & if the blonde hasn’t realized it yet, trouble is octavia’s middle name. little to none restrain is shown from octavia, she’s rather savoring each moment, each touch & how the butterflies in her stomach flutters vigorously, ❛  who said there’s nothing?❜  her fingers on clarke’s waist keep tracing the exposed skin & somehow her slender finger sliding up the edge of clarke’s shirt just a little bit so she can explore more of the other girl’s skin, like a map of treasure that keeps tempting the younger blake to explore it farther & farther. her face inches closer in purpose, a whisper is falling out from octavia’s lips in seductive voice, ❛ you’re just too afraid to admit it. ❜ 

                                   the kiss on the forehead always seems a little bit too platonic for octavia, but it’s as far as she can get from clarke. for now. the blonde can act all unflinching & giving her stoic gaze but there’s the inevitable ( unintended ) reactions; a sigh of content, a hint of desire flickers behind those blue eyes, octavia notices them all & it only encourages her more. ❛  i’ll use anything as an excuse, if i have to. ❜  with unfaltering smirk, the dark haired blake states & letting her eyes to bore into clarke’s in their close proximity. she is never the one to be afraid to pursue what she wants, even it’s quite forbidden. but this? it might be too late for octavia to escape & even there’s a chance to run away, she doesn’t want to. not when her soul sings for clarke. ❛ mmhm, i’m not as warm as i want it to be but it’s good enough. ❜

[warriorhearted-blog]

@helpedthem

                                   the COLD, crisp night air trickling against her skin but after the outburst, the unfading outrage octavia did earlier, perhaps this is what she need. to cool her head in the right surrounding, out in the woods where she lies on the ground, finding herself spacing out instead of sleeping but the calmness of the night helps her to calm down the R A G E that resides within her. & here she reverts back to grounders’ lifestyle, even it makes her feel more alone but octavia is never belong there. not ever since she was born. lincoln’s appearance does not surprise her much ( as if she expected it ) & the girl gives him a brief glance while she speaks in irritated tone, ❛ did you burn the uniform yet? ❜ octavia only wishes he's aware the rage is not directed to him personally, it’s about the whole concept of where they belong. 

[mikewheelers]

#octavia has always hated guards and their uniform #why are people acting like this is brand new information

[linctaviasource]

[portectorisms-a]

@deathbriinger like for a starter from the first episode of season 3

There’s still a ringing in his ears from the blasts of bullets that had been fired from the guns that surrounded him. He takes a deep breath, trying his best to steady himself as he works through the word Wanheda. Who could they have meant? He had learned the language from Octavia and parts from Lincoln but that word was even without meaning to his own sister. His gaze  rests on her then, nodding. “Get him back as soon as possible. Take one of their horses.” He continues his orders for the others before he pauses then, a moment of time with no one but his sister. “Take care of them, O.”

[warriorhearted-blog]

                               the moment of simplicity they had a few moments ago has disappeared, a new REVELATION takes the place. a quite confusing one. wanheda, an unfamiliar word she had never heard of but it already caused jasper to be hurt by the ( now dead ) white war painted people & broken truce. leaving jasper on miller’s hand & before she goes off to mount her horse, octavia’s head turns slightly as she hear bellamy’s words, ❛ you know i will. worry about yourself, bell. ❜  but in the next second, confusion settles over the dark haired girl’s face, what does he mean by that? whatever it is, she won’t be happy to hear it. intense gaze meets bellamy’s & her words spilling out through the clenching jaw, ❛  wait, where you’re going? ❜