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rampxstreker:

“When they’re feeling like belittling me. Yes.”

"Maybe they're right?" he probes looking at the other.

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He sighed; before continuing "Did anybody ever told you how stupid and idiotic this plan is?".

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                              “ Becoming fearless isn’t the point.                                     That’s impossible. It’s learning how to control                                                   your fear, and how to be free from it.”

Tobias ‘Four’ Eaton from the book series, Divergent. 

Multiverse, Selective & NSFW tagged

OC, AU & Crossover friendly

Uses both Icons & gifs.

Can do Freestyle or Plotted role plays.

Mun & Muse are both of age ++

Mun is very approachable and harmless, 

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Is there anyone here still?

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psa about rping with me

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{ Wrong answered must be corrected. Correct answers must be affirmed.”}

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Insurgent + Characters

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#headcanon: fourtris having a family and leading a peaceful life

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adrenaline rush from yesterday was gone, they’re safe for now yet his senses hasn't calm down yet. Factors of being here in amity with Tris, Peter, Caleb and his father have been daunting his mind, Jeanine Matthews, Erudite, even the dauntless leaders are on the hunt for divergent.. on the hunt for tris. He shuffled his feet onto the ground as he stood up, an audible sigh escaped his lips as he look passed the amity people who never seemed to be a trouble with the happenings around them, his eyes roamed around before catching a glimpse of the darkening skies as night fall comes to life. He let his feet dragged him towards the exit of the compound leaving Caleb and Peter to argue about the food and how it tasted peculiar. Catching the familiar blonde hair he always knew he started walking towards her, her back facing him. Smiling as she fussed about not wanting to eat, yet she haven’t consume anything since they woke even dissing sleep, his stubborn little girlfriend he thought; his smile not faltering as he close the gap between them. 

“Why do I feel like you could read me..” he jest, it’s rare for him to do so but this time was different. Yes they were on the run and yes things were very complicated but that doesn't change the fact that she was now his everything. “The amity are meeting about half an hour from now..” he paused, his brows quirks before a faint smile appears. “To decide our fate.” wanting to lighten the situations. 

+ fourtobiaseaton. v: hanging on. {during insurgent}.

     Anger was not exactly the term that she would use to equate to what she was feeling on the inside. Certainly not as she peered out against the horizon, surveying all the happy faces while the Amity worked hard to keep the crops, their own version of peace. Tris was not livid nor was she disappointed — she was defeated,  in a way that she could not make much sense of. Though the world was moving all around her, it fluttered by in blurred strands of light. She stood numbed, fists curling closed tight before releasing in pure attempt to make gather her rapid unhindered thoughts. It had been barely 24 hours since they fled the heart of what once was Chicago, the ruins of the war, their home. Even with Caleb with her, safe behind Amity headquarters, there was still a sense that she had lost everything. The only glint of hope she could derive came when Four’s eyes met her own, but she was not focused upon him in that bleak moment. In fact, he was not even in her sight, back turned on the camp itself as she peered out along the border of trees, then towards the fence that practically caged them in. She felt like one of the ravens marked upon her collarbone, she yearned to spread her wings and be free. Free from all this uncertainty, all the pain and anguish and despair, free from the responsibility of being who she was — a Divergent. The Divergent that began all this fuss. Without turning around to see who had come her way, she kept her gray irises planted upon the sights of the night sky forming, the sun kissing the horizon goodbye in bright golden and rose hues.            “I’m not very hungry, thank you.” She insisted, before turning just barely to make note of her boyfriend, her confidant…her everything.  And yet, all she felt was guilt at the sight of his sweet face. “Sleep won’t help either.” She stubbornly continued, knowing he might suggest it. 

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                                      ————- IT’S SIMPLE.                                       you       THOUGHT                                       W     R     O    N     G.

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me: *does 1 draft* me: shit i’m on fire today

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DRAFTS.

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