C O N F I D E N C E.

WICHNES: ( noun ) confidence; loyalty; trust. indie emori from the cw's the 100. selective & private. please read all the rules! WRITTEN BY MORGAN. " you can correct your defects here. " " i would... IF I HAD ANY. "

[kamiusings]

SHORT STORIES, my favorite kind of poetry ( meme ).

SIX WORDS .

❝ i heard you were doing good. ❞ ❝ you don’t grow your horns overnight. ❞ ❝ i promise, it gets better eventually. ❞ ❝ & we never talked after that. ❞ ❝ am i really, truly, that unlovable? ❞ ❝ don’t talk like you’re coming back. ❞ ❝ my most dangerous habit is trusting. ❞ ❝ we’re made of stars & stories. ❞ ❝ you didn’t have to do that. ❞ ❝ everything is poetry when you’re drunk. ❞ ❝ did i mean anything to you? ❞ ❝ real feelings don’t just go away. ❞ ❝ you came & changed the weather. ❞ ❝ when can you just be mine? ❞ ❝ there was no love, only lust. ❞ ❝ darling, stop wishing on dead stars. ❞ ❝ art is another form of screaming. ❞ ❝ silence is the most painful goodbye. ❞ ❝ what the fuck did you do? ❞ ❝ i’m drunk, dizzy & missing you. ❞ ❝ kiss me like you’re losing me. ❞ ❝ i don’t feel like smiling today. ❞ ❝ not all good people are innocent. ❞ ❝ we’re a disaster in the making. ❞ ❝ some things are better left unsaid. ❞ ❝ we really should’ve talked about it. ❞ ❝ i’m so glad i met you. ❞ ❝ i wish i knew you earlier. ❞ ❝ i fucked (pronoun/name) to our song. ❞ ❝ i dreamed of you this night. ❞

TEN WORDS .

❝ you saw the messed up parts of me, & stayed. ❞ ❝ all i’ve ever wanted was for someone to save me. ❞ ❝ since you left, i have no one to talk to. ❞ ❝ i apologize for the nights in which i cannot breathe. ❞ ❝ everytime i look at you, i want to kiss you. ❞ ❝ we said no strings attached but now we’re in knots. ❞ ❝ there’s a difference between missing someone & missing having someone. ❞ ❝ for which f are you drinking? fuck, forget, or fun? ❞ ❝ my biggest mistake was thinking i could live without (pronoun/name). ❞ ❝ whenever (name/pronoun) rose to kiss me, i fell even more. ❞ ❝ i wish that ‘goodnight’ was followed by ‘i love you’. ❞ ❝ let’s smoke a pack of mentholds & talk about love. ❞ ❝ your deep, sleepy voice makes me feel like i’m okay. ❞ ❝ i read both of our horoscopes looking for an answer ❞ ❝ reality is the absolute last place i want to be. ❞ ❝ i didn’t expect that drunk kiss could mean this much. ❞ ❝ all i need is a late night drive with you. ❞ ❝ feeling pain is nowhere near as terrifying as feeling nothing. ❞ ❝ your eyes are the color of summer fading into autumn. ❞ ❝ you are the warmest home i will ever, ever find. ❞ ❝ the world is less scary when i am with you. ❞ ❝ i still can’t tell which of us was the victim. ❞ ❝ i just need an excuse to hang out with you. ❞ ❝ your expectations for me have been set way too high. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to feel this way about anyone else. ❞

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soulofvalor:

       “doesn’t matter; if she tries, i’m gonna tell her no. no way i’m gonna wait around for raven to decide it’s time to punch me in the face for something i did forever ago again.” it’s not like he doesn’t know why she hates him— it’s not even like he thinks he doesn’t deserve it. he’s apologized, and that’s all he can do. it’s up to her to realize he’s here to work with her, not against her. besides, it feels stupid, but he’s MISSED emori. he has plenty of reason to worry about her when he can’t see her.

“ GOOD, ”     Emori replies, nosing under his jaw, and maybe her tone is a little POSSESSIVE, but, well, that’s who she is.    “ I’d hate to hit Raven. ”    Truthfully, she LIKES the other girl, likes how knowledgeable she is with tech and how her brain whirls miles a minute -- but her like is DAMPENED significantly by the woman’s treatment of John. Emori is nothing if not a protective girlfriend.

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imnobodysson:

For the first time since he was brought to the room everything stops spinning. Her voice is like a sedative. It calms him, unwinds the sick twist of anguish in his gut, and brings him to his knees. His bloody hands rest in his lap but the binds are no longer a concern with her there, safe and alive. He speaks her name in disbelief. “Emori?”

Relief washes over him along with a fresh wave of tears and he slides from the platform and into her arms. His voice still cracks but now it has conviction. “Emori…” He pulls her close to him and takes a deep breath, reassuring himself that this is real and his worst fears hadn’t come to pass. “I thought… I thought you…” He can’t even finish the words, instead burying his face into the hug.

He looks like the WORLD has been ripped out from under his feet, and she knows the feeling. It had been the same thing in HER head when she’d worried about them taking HIM next. It was like a stone dropping into her stomach, worse than scars or beatings or any kind of fire they could’ve submerged her in. Her name from his mouth sounds like PRAYER & DREAM all in one.

Emori keeps him steady with her arms, TEARS pricking at the edges of her eyes even as she fights them away. Still, she presses her face against the side of his head.     “ Ai get em en. ”     She can’t say any more than that for a moment, just HOLDING HIM -- glad she gets the CHANCE to.

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imnobodysson:

episode based starter – mutuals only open to emori, clarke, abby, luna, raven, jackson, roan, miller

Murphy’s cries died down as the minutes passed. His voice was hoarse and his throat hurt from screaming anyway. Instead, he’s reduced to silent sobs and heavy tears that blur his vision. Not that there’s anything to see. The straps that bound him hadn’t relented and there was no progress to witness except their slow cut into his wrists. The leather was soaked in blood and tears and he wound it against his skin drawing even more and feeling none of it. There’s nothing to feel except the heavy weight in his chest, bundled panic and loss. It was the thoughts of what they were about to do to her that fueled his sobs as he continued his futile attempts. 

Then he heard the slow mechanic sound of the door and he temper flared again. His voice didn’t even sound like his own as he screamed at the still faceless person. “I swear to god if she’s dead I will kill you.” He stood to get the higher ground, teeth gritting as he yanked on the bindings. He grunted his frustrations and put his weight into it but still was powerless. “I will kill you!” he screamed louder, tear stained face turning to the toward door. 

Emori still moves in DISBELIEF. She isn’t dead; she isn’t a NATBLIDA. The slow darkening of the inside of Clarke’s arm proves that, along with the GLASS surrounding the radiation chamber. Everyone has been quiet, and no one stops her, after she wakes and finds out she WON’T be dying today, from going to the room where JOHN is chained.

Miller lets her pass, his gun held loosely in his hands, looking just as numb as anyone else. Fingers, still shaking slightly from the numbness of the sedative, undo the lock. And then she hears him -- yelling, his voice still BROKEN.

“ I HOPE not, ”    is all she says as she enters, mouth twisting up a little. She crosses the room, hands immediately going to his ties. She sees the blood on his wrists, the gauges from where he’s been trying to get to her, and for a moment her heart is too much in her throat to speak.

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brckenmartyr:

“Because I took it”, Clarke explains briefly, avoiding Emori’s gaze. She avoids everyone’s gaze, because no one is pleased with her decision, especially not her mother. But for Clarke it was either one last step into becoming someone she just wasn’t, or making a choice she could live with. Sacrificing herself has always come EASY to her, unfortunately. This time, however, it doesn’t. Not because of her own life, but because of how it is affecting her mother. Maybe Abby will one day understand her change of mind, when all of this is over and their people have survived.

Emori is quiet for a long moment, taking in what Clarke had said. Her eyes drift down to look at Clarke’s arm, and there she sees it -- a small RAISED point, the place of INJECTION. Her eyes wander again, and for the first time see the radiation chamber -- SMASHED, glass SCATTERED. Emori sits up fully now, legs hanging over the side of the table.    “ Who destroyed it?”    she asks, finally.

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brckenmartyr:

“There is no need for that anymore. You have NOT been injected with the Nightblood”, Clarke states, since no one else will speak. Luna and Roan have withdrawn, so has Raven. Abby sits at the lab desk, silently trying to hide her tears, while Miller guards Murphy. Jackson seems shell shocked still and unsure of what to do now. “You are free to leave. I’m sorry we tried to do this to you. It wasn’t right. Neither was what you did, however.”

Eyes narrow, SUSPICIOUS & DISBELIEVING at Clarke’s words. She checks her arms for confirmation... But there is no needle mark. No BLACK VEINS to give away the lie. She isn’t restrained, they aren’t tranquilizing her again. But still, she can’t help but thinking this is a trick.    “ WHY? ”    is all she says, eyes boring into the other girl. She won’t try to justify herself; she doesn’t have to. She doesn’t care if what she did was RIGHT, really. Or if what Clarke did was. But she knows she just can’t WALK FREE without there being a caveat.

[daily100gifs]

I’ve never crossed it.

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soulofvalor:

       “ai hod yu in,” he says fondly, wrapping both of his arms around her shoulders and pulling her close enough that he can rest his chin on top of her head. maybe he doesn’t ever actually feel SAFE, but when he’s with emori, he can kind of remember what it once felt like.

“ En ai yu. ”    The only reason she’s LASTING here is because of John. And her need for John to LIVE. The people, the unfamiliar walls around her, closing her in -- they all make her instincts to RUN scream at her. Still, if John thinks they can trust these people, at least for now... Her lips press at the hollow of his throat.    “ Will Abby make you watch over Raven again? ”    Her PROTECTIVENESS had flared up at the sight of the bruise on his cheek, at his slumped shoulders after the mechanic had hit him.

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brckenmartyr:

@wichnes gets a plotted thing

Her gaze flickers as Emori stirrs, waking up from the injection they gave her previously to make her sleep. She is no longer bound to the table, because no procedure will be done on her. Miller has not untied Murphy yet, however, because everyone is still recovering from the twist of events and the tranquilizer Emori has been given was not strong. It knocked her out for a few minutes only, just enough time to inject her. “You should sit up slowly. Otherwise you will get dizzy”, Clarke warns the woman, fingers running over the injection mark on her own arm which is throbbing. 

Emori assesses her own body as her eyes open, the bright lights above her unfocused as her eyes adjust. She doesn’t FEEL any different. But is the BLACK BLOOD already coursing through her? Head turns as she hears a voice -- CLARKE. She looks haggard and weary. Is it because she knows Emori will die? Still, she takes Wanheda’s advice, slowly moving up onto her elbows.    “ If you’re asking me to go quietly into that now that you’ve woken me up... That, I WON’T do. ”   She has enough FIGHT In her for that at least.

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you know what i want to see?

emori and luna ( or any nightblood )

bc while nightbloods were hailed for their physical difference, emori was cast out for hers. and i bet she still holds some bitterness.

[richardharmondaily]

I’m begging you, please. I love her. Don’t do this.

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@imnobodysson: Your boyfriend will begrudge her double for it then.

LMAO SHE MAKES NO PROMISES FOR JOHN

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also i definitely want canon emori things hit me up

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i don’t think emori begrudges clarke for what she was going to do this episode. it’s the end of the world, and emori knows that clarke would’ve done anything for her people.

it’s what emori would’ve done, if she’d had anyone to lead.

[cupcakeblake]

#love each other so much #can’t imagine the other dead

[grace--upon--grace]

Fabio Zingg

[skaikru-100]

“I was thrown away like someone’s garbage. You know nothing of my pain.”