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hi guys! my laptop is in for repairs, which means i’m relegated to my spare laptop. for the sake of making life easy on myself, i won’t be bouncing between blogs too much – you’ll be able to mostly find me at rockatanskis until my laptop’s fixed in about a week’s time.

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The world has been trying to turn me into a   ｍｏｎｓｔｅｒ  for as long as I can remember.

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You can’t hunt without a weapon.

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I probably already ship it

not that I deliberately start rp’ing with people for the purposes of shipping, but if there’s chemistry, if there’s interesting interaction, then yeah, I probably ship it

you don’t have to ship it too; it’s fun to torture the muse with unrequited feelings okay

I will never pressure you into a ship

if you feel like i’m pressuring you, let me know and i’ll do my best to rectify the behavior

if you want to ship a thing, pitch it to me. the answer is probably yes.

that said, don’t assume it without at least mentioning it to me ooc first.

ships are usually in their own separate verses unless we’ve discussed something else.

if you ship with me I’ll ruin your life

xoxox i love you bbies

A note about shipping with me

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The 100 ABCs - Bellamy Blake

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     A considerate pause.  He scratches an itch that doesn’t exist, somewhere on      the inside of his left wrist.   The twig, by now, is forgotten.   He feels nervous,      thinking about a version of events were Octavia was taken far away from him      again. He keeps in mind that the idea was keeping her safe.

          “More Grounders? A different tribe - ?”

A long look at Bellamy, half a smile that she doesn’t brush off, but then she goes on like nothing happened. As much as she appreciates Bellamy’s acceptance of Lincoln, she’s not going to congratulate him for being a decent person about it after torturing him. “A village by the sea. He said he knew someone called Luna there.”

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     He doesn’t realise that he needs the support until it’s there;   his fingers grasp      at her arms in turn, and bloody fingerprints smear off on her clothes. It’s such      a small, odd thing to notice, but he does; he draws in on it, thinking about the      fact that on the ark    it was hard enough to get the good detergent that could      get stains out and now they were on the ground and all of them,      each one,      now has to settle for river water     and boiling over fires and an abundance of      stained shirts. But Clarke was asking him something.

         “Hunting,” like that’s a real explanation. “Lost my gear.”

           It’s brazen and bold against his skin, and she KNOWS he’s now astute to the worry-wrought glint that bleeds from her eyes. ( her hands are quick to latch at his arms, fingers quick to coil and grasp at tattered fabric and guide him closer—the scolding will follow, though when his face no longer weeps. )

                              ‘ What happened, Bellamy? ’

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#dirty never looked so good

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                                 they/them.   very queer.   literally magic.   café                                  entrepreneur. anxious. immortal. well travelled.                                  type of pal to  cleanse  your  house  with sage                                  after a horror movie.     est jan 2015.      percy.

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     -- it’s funny how that’s become a measure of their injuries, really: can you walk?      Broken ribs, pft - it’s nothing, it can wait. If it isn’t life threatening, it can wait. If      you can walk, it can wait.              Walk off that fractured sternum, broken nose,      dislocated shoulder, misaligned jaw, that broken arm --- but yeah. Bellamy can      walk. He’s battered and sore, something bruised along his spine, but --

     he takes Murphy’s hand and lets himself be hauled up.

                    “Let’s get moving.”

    Murphy just shrugs as Bellamy tells him to accept the thanks, “Okay.” he     mutters out, and extends a hand to help Bellamy get up off the ground. When     the other is up, he takes a step away, wiping blood out of his eyes, “I’m whole,     a few broken ribs I’m sure, but other than that I’m good. Don’t worry about it,     though, I suggest we get back to camp before it gets much darker.”

    He pauses, “Can you walk alright?”

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just because this is an rp blog, doesn't mean i won't answer questions like an ask blog. my askbox is always open to any questions you might have for my muse.

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