burningembcr

[burningembcr]

Going to bring this blog back for Christmas because I think I’ve finally reached a headspace in which writing is a possibility once more and I’m more than hyped at the idea of returning to this place. Perfectly in time for the Holidays and the new year soon to come as well. Looking forward to this, shall be sending on replies and messages, sorting the drafts and so on. Prepare for Holiday themed things.

[burningembcr]

When we were YOUNG we were the ones The kings and queens oh yeah, we RULED the world We smoked cigarettes, man no REGRETS Wish I could RELIVE every single word                              We’ve taken DIFFERENT paths                             And TRAVELLED different roads                             I know we’ll ALWAYS end up on                             the same one when we’re OLD                             And when you’re in the TRENCHES                             And you’re UNDER FIRE I will cover you                                                         If I was DYING on my knees                                                         You would be the one to RESCUE me                                                         And if you were DROWNED at sea                                                         I’d give you my lungs so you could BREATHE

[burningembcr]

Are you an independent THE 100 roleplay blog?  REBLOG this post if you are interested in being added to the masterlist whether you are a single muse or multi muse blog!

BE SURE TO LET US KNOW IN THE TAGS WHAT CHARACTER YOU ARE PLAYING!

[burningembcr]

clarke griffin + season four: fresh start

[burningembcr]

❝ @omousvarii​ ❝

      earth. the ground. after SIX YEARS of space he was finally back. finally had his feet firmly planted in the damp soil, breathed in the crisp, fresh air, felt the sun on his face. god he had missed this place, every day of every year he dreamed for this moment. finally it was here. Bellamy let out a long breath, eyes closing a moment, a small smile flickering across his lips as he remembered the first time they came to earth—his sister being the first ( or so they had all thought ) person on the ground in a 100 years. we’re back bitches! she had shouted and a small leap of excitement lurched in his chest. she had been in the bunker—or had they been out for over a year now? guilt quickly took the excitements place as he wondered if she had thought he was dead.        the group had also followed him out but were setting up camp. they’d stay with the dropship for now—Bellamy offering to take a look around. he had been just about to leave their small campsite when Raven tapped him on the shoulder, handing him a hand gun they found on the ark. you might need this, you never know. dark eyes looked down at the gun before a hesitant hand took hold of it. it had been six years since he had had the need to wield such a weapon—living on the ark had its few perks, NO WAR being the only thing on the list. “ thanks. ” he said, slipping it almost too familiarly into it’s holster.       there wasn’t much green, they had seen that on the way down—but the patch they landed in however small was surprisingly LUSH. large bushes and trees almost creating a dense forest. he padded through it slowly, taking in the scenery around him that he had only been able to use books to substitute for during the long wait in space. once through the forest he saw a clearing that looked like a field. there he might be able to get a good view of what was left of the place. striding through the tall grasses he suddenly came to a stop. there were a few figures and what looked like camp fire smoke in the distance. brows furrowed only a brief moment before the leap of excitement returned. Octavia!      his walk became much brisker before he was in a full on RUN towards the camp. “ Octavia?! ” he shouted towards them but none of the faces looked familiar—perhaps he was just too far to tell. but he began to slow, dark eyes widening as the figures seemed armed—not just armed, they were also AIMING at HIM. he skidded to a halt, panic arising in his chest—who were these people? “ I mean you no harm! ” he called to them, hands raised in surrender but the group didn’t budge. instead the middle one raised their rifle, aimed and—

                                 ————–BANG !

      he gasped as this time the bullet tore through his flesh, dark eyes going wide as he felt the momentum of the shot knock him backwards. at the same time the gunshot sounded he could have SWORN he heard someone call his name. bellamy! no. not just someone, it sounded like—– “ Clarke……? ” he called out blindly, a harsh cough being torn from his throat as he tasted copper in his mouth. he blinked back tears, a hand weakly clasping over the wound in his chest, gasping as it felt harder and harder to breathe. no… he thought, I can’t die… but there was no plausible reason to hear the blondes voice, she had died… six years ago. his vision was fading in and out, changing from the over contrasted white of the sky to absolute darkness. he couldn’t go like this—he just got back!

                                                               // based on this for @burningembcr

There was something scary about the idea of being alone on earth. Even six years later the idea didn’t feel any less scary. Instead the mere feeling of being in the state that she was, surrounded seemingly by nothing but nature had become normal; the chills running down her spine at times had become a companion of hers that let her know that despite everything she was still alive. The first few months had been hard yet she had made it. 2199 days and then she’d seen the ship coming down. It looked odd and incredibly different from anything. The young woman had found herself running towards the location where it had come down, only stopping to notice the other ship landing nearby the location of the vessel she assumed had carried her friends back down from the ring. Clarke dared to hope that somehow everyone had made it; they had to. The female started running like there was no tomorrow, wanting to reach the place the others had landed. It seemed to take ages but eventually she was able to make out figures in between the trees and even heard a shout; someone calling out for-. She stopped herself. It had sounded like Octavia but that couldn’t be. No one knew that name. It was almost as if someone confirmed it and then she heard it; the gun shot that made her blood freeze. Why would someone be firing a gun when it was just them? And then she saw them, or more importantly, saw him. Bellamy; on the floor and clearly the one hurt. ❝ Bellamy! ❝ Perhaps it wasn’t even him.   

Clarke fired her gun at the invaders before she had even thought about it. It was an instinct by now, making her push for survival. There were no good guy when it came down to weather or not it was your own lifer or death on the line; there were only survivors now. One by one they fell, wounded or dead she couldn’t tell but damaged enough not to interfere as she ran towards the man she had wondered about still being alive for the last six years. Six years in which the mere idea that Bellamy, Raven and the others had died in space or never even reached the ring. They had; that much she now knew. And then she was by his side, fumbling to get towards the wound. ❝ Come on, don’t die on me now. ❝ Perhaps this was all a nightmare she was going to wake from eventually cause clearly this wasn’t how meeting each other was meant to go. ❝ I’ll help you. Just don’t die on me. Not now. ❝ Not ever. Now that she knew he was alive the blonde refused to let him go. Her hands worked almost on autopilot, doing the best she could with whatever little equipment she had on hand. There was some left where she stayed but for now they’d have to make do with the little bit of what she’d brought. Waiting, waiting for him to wake up. There was no way she would be able to carry him. ❝ Wake up, Bellamy. Please. ❝ For all she knew it could be hours; hours in which she would have to do her best to keep him going. All she could tell was that the wound he had probably didn’t hit any vital organs. Perhaps she got lucky; perhaps they did.

[burningembcr]

clarke griffin + season two: you don’t mess with Clarke Griffin

[burningembcr]

Hello people of tumblr. Easter holidays are over, so I’m back. I successfully survived family and all that other drama so, ready to write again. Like this for a starter from the earlier seasons (season one perhaps?) cause I do miss those simpler times. Will come and discuss the starter with you so other seasons can be requested.

[burningembcr]

❝ @omousvarii​ ❝

    the soft groan was all he needed, turning towards the sounds Bellamy steps closer to her. eyes scanning her as he reaches out to feel her forehead with the back of his palm. relief washes through him as her eyes finally open and she sits up. “ hey.. take it easy… ” he warned softly a small smile tugging at his lips. “ you fainted.. we weren’t sure if it had to do with the chip or exhaustion or… ” he trailed off as his shoulders tensed to stop a shiver from rolling down his spin. he almost thought she died when she fell against him.     he pushed the thought away, she was alive—just exhaustion as Abby suspected. pursing his lips he held a tin of water out towards her. “ here. ” he said, watching her with gentle eyes. though there was something about the way she was acting, as if she wasn’t sure what was going on—as if she was searching for something? “ your mom is just over there… ” he said as he gestured to Abby and Kane speaking with a few of the others. he figured that was who she was looking for.      though the more he studied her face the more it looked like she was trying to remember something? the frown on her face causing the freckled male to mirror it. “ hey… you doing alright? ” 

Clarke couldn’t tell what was wrong. For moments she just sat there in her position, glancing around and then it hit her, slow as it could have been. It was scary to say the least and while she took the water, even gulping down the content, it dawned on her with each passing second. Nothing around her seemed to make sense; nothing seemed familiar and everything seemed oddly strange. Her eyes moved up to the young man in front of her with a look of utter confusion. Did she trust him? There was an odd sense of it but that was about it. No name, no idea of anything she would connect with him. ❝ What? ❝ You doing alright? Was she? No.  ❝ Who... you? ❝ The words simply didn’t come to her. It was like ice water running down her spine the moment she realized all of it; there were no memories of herself or the people around her. It was just gone, all gone. Unknowingly the chip had done it’s job. No commander had ever let go of the chip and been alive, had they? Death had made them part with it. The blonde pulled herself up, glancing around as if searching for something that would tell her what happened or who she was; who all of these people were. Something had to give her the answers to all of these questions. There was an oncoming panic, bubbling inside of her. What happens when one doesn’t know the answers to the most normal questions - the type that no one ever asked cause they just knew.

[burningembcr]

the griffins + the dream

[burningembcr]

❝ @fiercerebekah​ ❝

                      ‘Ah, you should have left her where you found her, baby sister.’  Nik’s SMUG voice rings out from the doorway. He’s been taunting her since she saved this girl from the lab. Incessantly really. But Rebekah pays him no mind. In fact, she barely looks up from the girl she’s caring for, dabbing a wet rag on her forehead with the same tenderness she’s had for two days now. Surely she’ll wake up eventually, right?  ❛ No one asked you Nik, get out of here, won’t you? I’ve got no patience for LURKERS. ❜  —- Only patience for nursing this victim of the death wave back to life. And Nik takes the hint after a few minutes, leaving Rebekah to tend to her ward.  ❛ Don’t mind him, love. He’s a real arse. ❜  //  @burningembcr

Only that morning had she woken after two days and fallen right back into her odd slumber of recovery. It was as though she had a desperate need to not open her eyes and yet when the man walked in, finally it was impossible to close her eyes to the world. Her body was ready but was her mind? Finally Clarke opened her eyes, blinking as she glanced around the room. In her mind she could still see praimfaya consuming everything in its path; and the rocket that left for space. Had they made it? ❝ Where am I? ❝ Such a simple question with bigger impact. The death wave had destroyed it all so where was she? Where did you go when nothing was left?

[burningembcr]

❝ @jobikilled ❝

It was the end of the world and somehow, in between all the struggles for a way out of the mess they once again had found themselves in, Clarke couldn’t help but wonder if at least the bonds broken could be mended. If praimfaya came, all they would have left was each other; humanity having to be happy with just human company. Surely it would be easier for the arkers than those born in freedom on the ground but there was no guarantee. It was a moment of breathing space in between times that caused her to gasp for her. If not now, then when? Her eyes scanned the area, finally finding the one she’d be looking for. ❝ Jasper, we need to talk, please. ❝

[burningembcr]

take this test for your muse and post your results, tag as many as you’d like ! repost.

tagged by: @fiercerebekah tagging: @omousvarii, @jobikilled, @terralived, @fallenregent, @survivorbuiilt, @cageworn

Warmth||||||||||||||||||54% Intellect||||||||||||||||||||||||||||82% Emotional Stability|||||||||||||||50% Aggressiveness||||||||||||||||||||||||74% Liveliness||||||||||||||||||54% Dutifulness||||||||||||||||||54% Social Assertiveness||||||||||||||||||||||||74% Sensitivity|||||||||26% Paranoia|||||||||||||||46% Abstractness|||||||||22% Introversion|||||||||||||||46% Anxiety||||||||||||||||||||||||74% Openmindedness||||||||||||||||||58% Independence|||||||||||||||50% Perfectionism||||||||||||||||||||||||||||86% Tension|||||||||||||||||||||62%

[burningembcr]

“Lexa is the love of Clarke’s life” - Eliza Taylor (2018)

[burningembcr]

the 100 random rewatch: clarke tied up by the fire in we are grounders, part i

[burningembcr]

clarke griffin + season three: solitary

[burningembcr]

chxngminx:

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I like,

Dear ex boyfriend,

Dear ex girlfriend,

Dear ex bestfriend,

Dear bestfriend,

Dear *anyone*,

Dear Santa,

Dear mom,

Dear dad,

Dear future me,

Dear past me,

Dear person I’m jealous of,

Dear person I had a crush on,

Dear girlfriend,

Dear boyfriend,

Send me one "Dear---" and I'll write a letter to this person