#geneticassassin

[archive-assassin681]

@geneticassassin   :   //      REVISED  FROM  HERE.

[swallowedblood-archived]

❝ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴  you had a worse day than me, ❞  Bruised forehead still displayed a frown.  ❝ You alright? ❞

*┊ 𝐈.𝐃. ⟩  @geneticassassin,  x.

[eternallybellamy]

starter for @geneticassassin​ !

when a second branch snaps, clarke knows she’s not alone. her eyes go to the foliage surrounding her, expecting to spot an animal, something that had survived down here. she knows she shouldn’t be out here alone, but she wanted to explore. it’s her second day on the ground; she wants to take advantage of that before responsibility sets in.

[klarsynt-arc]

@geneticassassin we-

          “  just relax,  ”  his voice is soft, words breathed out against the other man’s skin. lips graze along apollo’s jaw and neck. he slowly and gently works his way down, caresses scattered across chest and shoulders, down his abdomen until he reaches his hips. chestnut hues flicker up towards his companion’s features, gauging his reaction, ensuring he’s still okay. the heat of desire is pooled into his gut. a strong need fills his veins to make this man feel safe, to show him how much he cares for him, to show him all the tenderness he has been denied. he supposes, they have both been denied it for so long. calloused hand closes around apollo’s length to stroke him slowly and his lips press to his hipbone.  “  i’ve got you,  ”  it’s a murmur as he holds his gaze a moment longer before finally taking him into his mouth. 

[motherlcss-arc]

@geneticassassin​​  ,  kisses  ,  and one for apollo !!!!

she wonders if this is what her parents felt  ,  if this is what clarke feels with scott .. this feeling so deep  ,  so intrinsically a part of her being  ,  of her heart that it’s hard to breathe when he’s not around. she knows that he needs to go  ,  that he deserves freedom that he was denied by people who took control of his everything ... it never makes it any easier to watch him walk away when she knows she might not see him again. 

a calloused but impossibly gentle hand cupped her cheek  ,  thumb brushing away a tear she hadn’t realized had fallen. doe eyes lifted to look into his own dark hues  ,  radiating a warmth that was something to be held closely after everything he had been through  .. it could have been so easy for him to be so cold. a shaky breath rattled her chest  ,  falling out of her lips before she tipped her up  ,  standing on her tiptoes to press a kiss against apollo’s lips feeling an almost unbelievable sort of spark before she pulled away  ,  hands resting against chest before she spoke  ,  

“ can you please ... please just take care of yourself and - “  nina’s voice cracked and she dropped her head to his chest  ,  the sound of his heartbeat soothing her  ,  “ and remember you ... you have a good heart  ,  apollo. “

[wornguiltgone]

@geneticassassin​    ,    plotted starter.

          she has every reason to be angry with him.    in fact,    angry is putting it lightly.    he lied to her for months,    pretended to be her friend when all along he was just someone her brothers hired.    while she was pissed at him,    there wasn’t much she could do.    it was still his job to protect her which meant he had to follow her everywhere.    azure hues dart down at her phone,    noticing her brother’s name on it.    ignoring the phone call,    she walked quicker to try and put distance between herself and apollo.    ❝    are you seriously still going to follow me around?    this is basically stalking.    ❞

[rebellmade]

@geneticassassin​ continued from here

there are more trusting faces turned towards them now, though with a healthy dose of caution. good, clarke thinks. after the ark, they shouldn't blindly follow anyone. but apollo promises something even the ark couldn't give them: safety. protection. he'll teach them to survive in a place where they were expected to die. gently taking apollo's arm, clarke guides him away from the main grouping of kids, who have already begun to disperse. she pulls him towards a quiet corner of their make-shift camp, then crosses her arms over her chest.

"what do you know about mount weather?" because he does know about it, and clarke needs to know what he knows.

[nowat-shesdaylight]

friendly reminder that you are *dabs* amazing af

friendly reminder that i *hits the whip* adore you

[azhefa-archived]

icb ur exposing roan as the bottom he is

the truth always catches up with us in the end 😔 @geneticassassin

[archive-assassin681]

@geneticassassin​ ,  time to give lilly everything she wants

lips   chase   after   his   own   eagerly      —         desperately   wanting   to   feel   his   weight   on   top   of   her   own   and   chase   after   the   desire   they’ve   both   been   trying   to   hide   for   far   too   long.         fingers   quickly   pull   at   the   lapels   of   his   jacket,      hearing   the   way   his   heart   beats   faster   with   every   passing   moment.               “   apollo      —   ”            his   voice   is   spoken   like   a   hymn            (   AND   OH,      SHE’LL   FALL   TO   HER   KNEES   TO   WORSHIP   HIM   )         and   his   jacket   falls   to   the   floor   as   she   allows   her   hands   to   roam   over   the   bare   skin   of   his   arms,      brushing   over   each   muscle   to   ensure   every   part   of   him   is   touched   and      cared   for      by   her.            “   don’t   stop      —         just   .   .   .         please   don’t   stop.   ”

[geneticempath]

These kids were designed to kill. Coldly, efficiently and most of all happily. — insp.

[eternallybellamy]

open  ,    au manticore 2.0 apollo

he is alone in the room,  the air just as cold and lifeless as manticore, with metal walls surrounding him except for one   –   where he faces wide glass window that separates him from those who keep him locked in.     they can see and hear him,  just as he can with them.     apollo sees the other approach the window,  and he tilts his chin up,  distain clear on his features.     lifting away from the metal cot,  he approaches the window,  and squares his chest.            ‘     let me out.     ‘

@geneticassassin​

he's like some kind of myth, passed down through whispers and half-heard stories. the day he'd been arrested all of terminal city had been abuzz, like a hive of bees. clarke had gotten a glimpse of him as they'd escorted him to the windowless building, and since then she's been intrigued. he's the same as her, as all of them, but he's different. his mind is fractured, torn apart by them. she...wonders. which is why she's here, her blue eyes wide as he moves to the window, all lethal grace. she doesn't reply at first, simply watches him. there's anger boiling under his skin. "you know that's not going to happen. did you think i'd open the door just because you told me to?"

[deathstroyed-moved]

               ‘ i  know  the  feeling.   ‘    /   @geneticassassin​

          it  was  a  heavy  feeling  in  her  chest,   as  if  someone  was  constantly  putting  pressure  upon  it,   causing  her  lungs  to  burn.     leading  was  never  the  plan,  but  surviving  always  had  been.   they  followed  her,   looked  to  her  for  guidance  when  they  needed  it  most  and  when  she  didn’t  provide  what  they  wanted,   she  was  seen  as  the  bad  guy  -  the  tyrant  god  who  decided  who  lived  or  died.   she  hadn’t  expected  the  company  from  the  other,  but  she  doesn’t  reject  it  either.   hands  move  to  wipe  tears  from  her  cheeks.  she  couldn’t  be  seen  as  weak.  she  was  a  destroyer,   a  man  made  weapon.    she  stifles  a  small chuckle,  but  eyes  never  leave  the  fire  in  front  of  her. 

           ‘   do  your  people  hate  you  too?   ‘   voice  is  quiet ,   almost  airy  as  if  she  were  lost  in  thought.   and  maybe  she  was.   allowing  guilt  to  fester  and  feed  on  every  insecurity  that  lived  within  her.   you’re  the  only  murderer  here.    raven’s  words  echo,   and  she  wasn’t  wrong.   there  was  too  much  blood  on  her  hands  for  a  child.

[scaretched]

THE     MUSIC     IS     A     LITTLE     LOUD     :     a  lot  of  people          &          kids  squeeling  in  roller  coasters .     scent  of  popcorn  and  hotdogs  fill  the  place ,     faintest  scent  of  puke  mixed  into  it .     one  of  the  kids  in  the  appartment  had  dragged  her  here  a  few  evenings  ago          &          it’s  one  of  the  most  normal  things .          ❛          here ,          ❜          approach  from  the  side ,     tips  the  pink  and  blue  cotton  candy  in  his  direction .          ❛          tried  it  before     ?     it’s  basically     just     sugar .          ❜          learned  the  hard  way  when  delivering  the  kid  back  on  a  starting  sugar  high .

                                   FOR     : @geneticassassin​

[damnbird]

( @geneticassassin​​​ )   ‹ ∕  asked … ›   “♡”    RELATIONSHIP MEME : // “ACCEPTING”

“FRIENDS”    ‹ ∕ … ›    childhood friends  : //    work friends   : //    family friends   : //    recently friends   : //    turning antagonistic    : //    turning into something romantic   : //    stable    : //    falling apart   : //     friendship of need   : //   friendship of circumstance   : //    pen - pals or internet friends   : //    coworkers  : //   partners    : //    other .

“ROMANCE”    ‹ ∕ … ›    childhood sweethearts   : //    newly entered   : //    soulmates    : //   skinny love   : //    unrequited from my muses side   : //    unrequited from your muses side  : //    friends with benefits  : //     awkward    : //    fading   : //    turning  toxic   : //     toxic  and  destructive  : //   other .

“FAMILIAL BOND”    ‹ ∕ … ›    sibling bond   : //    older sibling figure to your muse   : //    younger sibling figure to your muse    : //     parental figure to your muse   : //    parental figure to your muse    : //    guardian figure   : //    legal  guardian    : //    other .

“ENEMIES”    ‹ ∕ … ›    dangerous to themselves  : //    dangerous to others   : //    unpredictable  : //    passionate   : //   rivals   : //    petty    : //    developing into a sexual tension  : //    developing into a romantic tension   : //     based off family matters   : //     based of circumstance   : //     based of professional matters    : //    based of misunderstandings or lies   : //    other .

1. bold   indicates   that   this   dynamic   is   part   of   my   canon   understanding   of   our      muses’   relationship   at   some   point.             for   muses   who   don’t   interact   with         raven   in   canon,             bold   indicates   that   this   is   a   dynamic   i could   easily           see   working. 2. italics   indicates   that   i   would   be   open   to   this   dynamic   with   plotting. 3. crossed   out   indicates   that   i   do   not   see   this   kind   of   dynamic   for   our           muses.  

[rebellmade]

@geneticassassin​ | continued from here

she feels it then, that fight or flight instinct, except there's no getting out of this one unless apollo lets her. he's cornered her, something clarke would never had let happen before. and maybe, just maybe, she's signed her death warrant in this room. but she believes - god, she needs to believe - that there's a way to reach him. a magic word, or touch, or- "you're wrong."

her words are little more than a whisper, but they're firm. confident. and then, before her mind can convince her to stop, clarke is leaning forward and kissing apollo, fingers digging into his shirt, pressing against his chest. and oh, it feels like coming home.