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I may have stopped rping on tumblr but I picked up DnD since I left so I feel that it is still a part of me cause of that.... idk miss you guys a lot

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i still think about you guys all the time...

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I am adopting a kitten tomorrow!!!!!! Sorry that’s been keeping me busy

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mercyburned·:

      finn’s laugh came easily as he shrugged.  ❛ dunno.  it’s just about the only magic i’m really good at,  though.  well,  the only magic i’ve really put an effort into… ❜  was that odd for a hufflepuff?  maybe,  depending on whom you asked.  finn was an average student in most subjects  ー  but he excelled where he had passion.  bringing his metalworking hobby over into the magical world was one such area.  didn’t get him out of essays,  though.  ❛ i’m finn.  nice to meet you. ❜

Clarke’s first impression of the other was a decent one. She felt somehow that he wasn’t one to judge, that she could be herself. Still, she wanted to test the waters before she revealed too much about herself.

“Do you... like the house that you were sorted into?” It was a common question around here, though the answer she gave was usually a lie. She made up something like how she was surprised but it made sense now that she has been here for a few days.

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galaxysought·:

Gracie should have gone to bed twenty minutes ago her dad was already asleep and she had assured him just one more page that was two chapters ago. She’s sitting by the fire reading when she hears someone come up. She shuts her book and looks up in surprise. The girl is in bad shape how was she even still alive like that?

She nods and gets up slowly. “Okay well just to be safe can you drop whatever weapons you’ve got? Just on the ground in front of you.” She has her knife but she doesn’t feel like she’s going to need it. Maybe she’s too trusting but she doesn’t care she feels like she can just tell she knows that this girl isn’t going to hurt them.

“I can get you some water. We already ate but my dad packed a bunch of jerky i can grab that too okay? something to hold you over for a little while.” she offers before grabbing her bag and opening it up. “are you alone?”

Clarke almost fell to her knees when the other presented little threat to her. The understanding that she was safe forced the exhaustion to the forefront of her mind, but Clarke fought the feeling and stayed on her feet. 

She nodded as the other asked for her weapons. Clarke dropped the machete and the pistol with no ammunition from her belt and let them fall to the ground. Even without defense, Clarke felt at ease. After being offered food, she felt safe enough to sit without alarming the girl. Clarke fell to the ground all at once, letting her empty pack fall to the side. 

“Yes.” She hadn’t heard herself talk in a few days. She was surprised by the raspiness and coarseness of her voice, but it wasn’t quite completely gone. “I used to have some friends, but I lost them a while back. I had it okay for a while, but then I got jumped in the middle of the night by them.

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mercyburned·:

     didn’t take a genius to figure out something was wrong.  the moment clarke walked in she looked upset about something,  and the look all but confirmed it.  finn  frowned.  but before he could try and answer the barrage of questions,  she dropped that bomb and he was silent.  if abby suspected clarke,  it probably wouldn’t be long until it came back to him somehow.  but what could they do about it?  everyone in the mountain would die if they stopped getting the treatments.  kids.  parents.  their friends.  

❛ i don’t….   i don’t know,  clarke.  i know my mom would stop taking the treatments if she knew where they come from.  i can’t…tell her.  maybe that makes me bad. ❜  his gaze fell away and down,  towards the scuffs on the toes of his old boots.  was it wrong,  to be willing to throw strangers into the pit if it meant saving his family?  what sort of person did that make him,  no matter how much he tried to be good,  otherwise?  ❛ how did she find out?   there has to be another way.  i can’t believe that this is the only option. ❜

Clarke knew that there was no right answer. If they saved the grounders that were being tortured, they would kill their own people and if they saved their people they were submitting strangers to torture. She shook her head as she sat down on the sofa, putting her head in her hands.

“We have to make a decision. I know we have been doing this thing where we pretend that we are planning to do something while still letting the people we love benefit but we have to choose. Are we going to kill our people or theirs?” It sounded so harsh, but that was the reality of it.

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starters are finished... finally

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(( liked this Random Starter Call | not accepting )) — @strengthfought

“You have to just leave. There are only gonna be more and more because of the noise and I can’t run anymore. It’s broken, Lou.”

He looked down at his leg, broken from the fall. They were running from the walkers as they had done hundreds of times, but this time he slipped. That’s all it takes now, one broken leg and months of surviving mean nothing. 

“Just take Delia and run.”

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(( liked this Random Starter Call | accepting )) — @galaxysought

“Finnick, I really need you to put out the snacks and stuff, I am so behind and everyone is gonna start getting here in like thirty minutes.”

Clarke was starting to question why she said yes to Finnick when he asked her to plan a Halloween party for them and their friends. They planned everything from the snacks, to the playlist, to the lighting. Everything was going to be perfect... if it got done on time.

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(( liked this Random Starter Call | accepting )) — @geneticassassin

Clarke was fed up with the kids back at camp. That’s all they acted like, children who were rebelling from their parents and not humans tasked with saving the rest of humanity that was stuck on the Ark. She wanted to find some sign or something that the people who lived in the Mountain were still there, but while traipsing through the woods she found something she didn’t expect.

A hut, big enough for one person. She just came upon it like she had walked up the sidewalk to a suburb. At first, she thought it was abandoned, but then she noticed the small cooking fire and the open water bottle. It was too late to hide when the man walked out and she was left standing there, staring at what she thought impossible. The words that came to her may not have been the best for the situation, but it was better than standing there silent.

“Hi... I’m Clarke. I came down on a drop-ship.”

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(( liked this Random Starter Call | accepting )) — @redemptivexheroics

Bellamy knew that trying to get Garrrett’s help would be difficult, but there were hunters closing in on the town and Bellamy knew that they had their own to protect. He knocked on the door and hoped that Garrett would be in a helpful mood. Once the door was open Bellamy didn’t start with pleasantries.

“Garrett, I know you probably don’t want to see me right now, but there are hunters coming here and we really need to protect our families.” Octavia was at school, not knowing the danger they were in.

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(( liked this Random Starter Call | accepting )) — @natblidawitch

“Don’t tell me that you don’t want some.” 

Clarke held up the mostly full bowl of Halloween candy. There were a lot fewer trick-or-treaters than she had anticipated and most of what she had bought was still left. The blonde plopped herself on the couch next to the other, setting down the bowl and picking up her glass of wine.

“I’d recommend the sour ones, but there are a bunch of Reese’s in there too.”

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Echo was half-asleep, leaning up against Roan as a movie played on the television, when her phone rang. She mumbled something, not wanting to answer it. But when Roan picked it up and said it was Bellamy, she felt a little more awake. Honestly, she didn’t want to talk to him, not after the shit he’d pulled earlier. But there was a strange feeling in her gut one that she couldn’t brush aside. So she said up, took the phone, and answered it. “What, Bellamy? Calling to apologize? You better be, because-” But then his voice broke through, and Echo’s entire body went cold. He’d been shot. How - no. It didn’t matter. Bellamy had been shot, and he needed help. “Okay,” Echo said, her hands shaking as she pulled the phone away from her ear and put it on speaker. “Okay, Bellamy, I’m coming. I’m gonna call an ambulance for you, I just need you to hold on, alright?” She pulled up an app they’d downloaded a while ago, one that showed the location of their phones. They’d done it just for fun, but now Echo was so glad they had. She got Bellamy’s location, then motioned for Roan to get his phone to call for an ambulance. “Just hang on, Bellamy. I’ll be there as soon as I can. I promise.” God, she thought, please don’t let him die. Please. The anger she’d felt towards him earlier vanished, replaced by fear. She couldn’t lose him. 

Bellamy heard her voice. He heard that she was coming to help. But he couldn’t focus on the words, couldn’t reform the sentences in his mind. But the simple understanding that she was coming was enough to let his head fall back to the pavement. It gave him some semblance of calm.

After a moment of letting the calm wash over him though, he realized how dangerous it was. As he fought through the fog, the pain that he hadn’t realized had subsided came darting back. He felt the hot sting of pain as he labored for breath.

It felt like hours when until he finally heard the sirens and even longer until the lights pulled up. The first responders felt like ghosts. He knew they were talking to him and he knew they were touching him but he couldn’t quite hear or feel them. 

He tried to speak, but a couch filled his mouth and then the taste of bloodshot a burst of adrenaline through his body. His breath became almost impossible and he started to panic.

“Echo? Echo?” He mumbled the only thing he could think of, the only thing that thought could bring relief.

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It felt like Murphy had been waiting forever when Clarke finally called to him. Their relationship was still in its honeymoon stages, when things were exciting. New. And somehow Clarke always found different ways to surprise him. So there was already a smile on Murphy’s face as he walked to the bedroom. When he got there and saw what Clarke was wearing, that smile turned into a feral grin. He wanted to tell her how hot she looked. How fucking amazing she was. But he also wanted to stay in character, because he knew Clarke had wanted to try out this little fantasy. That was harder said than done when Clarke uncrossed her legs. Swallowing, Murphy took a few steps forward, his eyes dragging over Clarke’s body, pausing on her cleavage before moving to the apple in her hand. “I see that, Miss Griffin,” he said casually, reaching over to pluck the apple from her hand. “But do you really think this’ll make up for the trouble you’re in?” He took a bite of the apple, chewing it for a few moments. “Even if it is delicious. What else do you think you can do for me, hmm?” Oh yeah, this was fun. More fun than going out and getting a drink with the others. Maybe one day they’d tell them, but for now, Murphy didn’t mind keeping this their little secret. 

“No, sir. I know I am still in trouble.”

Her eyes fell and she stood up. She walked towards him, heels clicking on the hardwood floor. After she was behind him, her eyes found the collar of his shirt, her fingers running on the skin just above it as she came around to his front. Blue pools peeked up at Murphy, a small smile pulling at her lips. 

“Well, I was hoping you could do something for me.”

Clarke moved back to the bed, eying Murphy before she bent herself over it. Her skirt, without aid, lifted to reveal the crotchless underwear and bare ass. She lifted herself on her elbows and with an upturned smile looked back at him.

“I need to be spanked for what I did, John.”

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When the woman - the Commander, as they’d called her - turned to look at him, Murphy’s mouth went dry. She’d changed out of the clothes she had been wearing in the throne room, and had washed the makeup from her face. Her outfit was a lot more revealing now, showing tanned skin in a lot of places. Like this, she looked younger. More vulnerable. But as she walked towards Murphy and invited him to sit, power clung to her. It wasn’t just the close that gave her strength. “They’re not really my people,” Murphy muttered, looking at the food in front of him. God, it smelled really fucking good even if he didn’t recognize any of it. This was nothing like what they’d had on the Ark. He couldn’t help it - he took a huge bite of meat, moaning quietly at the taste. He had never eaten anything this good. It took Murphy a few moments and mouthfuls of food to remember the woman. He swallowed, then wiped his mouth on his sleeve. “You look, uh, different too. What’s your name, anyways? People out there called you the Commander. So you’re in charge around here, is that it?” That much was obvious, but Murphy was curious about how many people she was in charge of. How far did her influence reach? 

Klark wasn’t surprised by the way he ate. Normally when traveling to other camps and different grounder peoples she saw people with traditions far more primal than this. She wasn’t phased, though she sipped on her wine until he could focus on something other than the food.

“Klark.” She reminded him, though the harsh introduction in the throne room was something that he should remember after the rest of it. She didn’t answer the rest of the question though. This wasn’t a time for giving answers it was a time for getting them.

“So, these people who aren’t your people? Tell me about them. Where did you even come from?” Her composure cracked at the last question. Her personality breaking through the harsh facade of the Commander. She was fascinated by the people who fell from the sky. She knew she had a lot to learn from them.

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dievoted·:

helo almost wants to bitterly laugh at the statement   –   early.    as if in space,  it’s easy to have that concept of time.    every time helo looks out the window,  it’s nothing but endless stars   (  how could he have grown up on a hunk of metal his entire life?  ).     there’s no blue skies,  no sun rays,  no nature sounds.     helo had a taste of the ground,  and he feels like an addict yearning more.

‘    that makes two of us,     ‘     helo murmurs as he nurses a cup of what was left of the coffee that was left behind on the ring   –   it’s old and expired and gross,  but it’s coffee.     helo sighs softly as he sets down his cup and runs a hand through his hair,  sleep still clinging to his eyes.         ‘     i’ll be fine.    i gotta be,  right?    what else is there to do on this…..     ‘     he lets out another sigh,       ‘     ….hunk of junk?    ‘

Bellamy hated the smell of that old coffee. It didn’t smell quite as it did before; when his mother would wake him up and the smell hit his nose just before Octavia piled into his bed after hiding under the floor for morning inspections. It also didn’t smell old enough so those memories still lingered in the prison that was their home.

“At least Emori and Echo are finding ways to apply themselves. I feel like all I do is check on Murphy, get yelled at by Murphy, and then come stare out that damn window.” Eyes search Helo for some form of comfort, though there is no comfort here. “Do you think that we’ll die up here? Spend our whole lives on this hunk of junk?”

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taking a break... ill finish the starters later