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                   “ what is it called when u kill a friend ”

                                  “ homiecide “

                                                   “ ...murder “

                                                                     “ ...homiecide “

                                                     murder buddies from cw’s the 100                                                      written    by    charles    and    jude

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           “ -- if you’re waiting for an apology, we’re going to be here a while,” clarke muttered, and her scowl was lazy now. screaming would not help her here -- there was no one around to hear her, and he sat between her and the only exit. for now, her escape efforts would be wasted. better to wait, recover her strength. any attempt to get away from her captor would be more fruitful while they were on the move.

@klarkkomskaikru 

       “you’re making this a lot more irritating than it needs to be,” roan mutters, tired eyes lifting to clarke’s face. he’s careful not to say more difficult, because it isn’t, and he doesn’t intend to quit. not until his banishment is lifted, and he returns to his people. 

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          “i think i’ll be able to resist the tempation,” clarke promises, and she can’t help but to feel a little excited at the idea of having someone to play chess with. she can’t think of the last time she sat down and did something familiar with anyone at all, and she tries not to get carried away as she explained the purpose of each piece.

Watching the younger woman set up the game with interest, she gives a shrug before joining her. “Alright, why not?” It’s not as if there’s a wide variety of entertainment down here, and since Clarke’s offering…

“No making fun of me when you beat me, though.”

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            clarke lifted her head to look at charlie, pulling the lipstick from his arm, seemingly satisfied with her work. it seemed just as childish to argue with him as it was for him to demand that she called him nuwanda. ( so maybe she was a little bit childish. )

           “then we’re going to have a lot of one-sided conversations,” she told him, a slow smirk tugging at her lips. he was ridiculous, and there were times when he put the group in danger, but in times like these -- calm, quiet evenings when they weren’t hiding from the police or stealing food -- he was good company.

       “—well, i’m not gonna answer to charlie,” the boy replies, resting his head back against the wall of the abandoned subway station as he watches clarke decorate his arm in lipstick. he’d take a picture of it, if any of them had stolen a camera. he thought about asking where she’d learned to draw like that, but he supposed it would be a lot like someone asking him where he’d learned to write poetry.

                            it didn’t really matter now that they were down here, hiding.

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           clarke finally tears her gaze from the map, lips twitching upward as her eyes found octavia’s face. her eyebrows lift, just a little, at the implication that she might run to bellamy over octavia’s acceptance of her own invitation. she chooses not to point it out. in fairness, she can’t exactly blame octavia for demanding discretion, even if clarke thinks the warning is misplaced.

          "that’s not a conversation i really want to have -- ever -- so i don’t think that will be a problem,” she answered. she rolls the map, careful to keep the tape in tact, and stands. “we’re leaving in an hour. pack whatever you think you’ll need and meet up at the next station. we’ll go from there.”

       bellamy had kept octavia in the subway tunnels since he had broken her out. she wasn’t allowed to leave on scavenging missions, or simple food trips because he was scared she’d be taken from him again. looking over her shoulder, she observed her older brother - he was doing what he thought was right for her, but god she needed to get out, “ ——- i’m in. “

              she looks back at the scrap paper and the tape, nos scrunching a little but she wouldn’t say anything. instead, she pulls her fingers through her hair, “ if anyone tells bell, i will personally kill you in your sleep. “

[klarkkomskaikru-blog]

⤫ | it has come to my attention that i may have gotten overzealous as far as the number of threads i’ve taken on, so i will be thinning that down a little today.

no idea yet what i’m keeping and what i’m not, but if i drop something you were really into, you can ask to continue it and i’ll be happy to do so. this is entirely about the number of threads i have, not because i dislike any of them.

i will also probably redo my tags at some point today because as much as i love me some quotes from world leaders, it takes way too much work to make a new tag.

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quick question as i don't see it anywhere on your blog: what pronouns do you prefer & what gender do you idenitify as? just so i don't get you wrong!

hello, nonnie! sorry i’m getting this so late! hopefully you’ll see it anyway.

as far as preference is concerned, i’m a little vague, actually, which is why i don’t have it listed anywhere, but generally people call me by she/her pronouns, which suits me fine.

that said, i will answer to anything. i have a fondness for terms linked to both male and female genders (for example, charles calls me ladybird, which makes me smile, but he also calls me jude the dude, which is dorky and amazing and makes me smile for all different reasons. both of them boost my confidence in totally different ways.)

over all, i consider myself female, but i am very easy to please. thank you for asking!

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          “well, i can promise that playing it is a lot more fun than watching,” clarke informed her, setting the pieces up on the board she had sketched directly onto the table at which she sat. a smile ticked at her lips and she tipped her head back to peer up at gina.

          “it’s not as hard as people who play pretend it is,” she promised. “do you want to learn?”

Brows furrow together in confusion as she looks at the item in the girl’s hand. ( It’s easy to figure out what the drawing is, Clarke being a gifted artist. ) Not quite knowing what to say after the mention of Wells Jaha, she pauses for a moment before answering.

Making an educated guess, “Chess? No, I haven’t.“ Not quite sure if it’s worth admitting, she tells Clarke, “I’ve watched other people play though.”

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            “how do you know that? did you even stop to think that stress is a survival instinct? maybe it’s the mind’s way of telling us to be CAREFUL. and maybe  that’s why we’re still able to get away with this. what good does it do for me to relax?”

       “i know how important it is, but i also know that stressing about it isn’t going to help. c’mon, relax a little.”

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@womenswoon

           she isn’t sure whose lipstick it is, but she’s taken it away from charlie and is now busy covering his forearm in deep red designs, using her pinky to smear certain areas so the shade varies, treating it like a sticky pastel as her scribbles grow more intricate.

          "i’m not calling you nuwanda.”

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             clarke’s immediate instinct is to be stern, to insist that what little they have here on the ground should be shared equally. the ark lifestyle is embedded into her still -- survival, not leisure -- and she has to make a conscious effort to bite back the words that wait just behind her teeth.

           "well -- yes, actually, it does, but you know that’s not --”

            clarke presses her lips together, taking a moment before she continues. they aren’t on the ark any longer, and with bellamy constantly pushing ‘whatever the hell we want’ down everyone’s throats, snagging a few shirts hardly seemed like a punishable offense. she glanced away, finally allowing herself to be disarmed enough to offer a light smile.

           “it suits you,” she admitted, tone a hint lighter than before.

   ❛ oh, it was. i just… figured i’d be selfish, i guess. ❜

turner turns up one of the sleeves of her flannel and grins. something about the material kinda… resonates with her, you know? so she’d taken every article of clothing - with that specific pattern - that she could find. it’s all hers now. she’ll fight for it.

   ❛ kinda suits me though, right? ❜

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@thckxng ( x )

            “my father knew things people would have wanted to keep quiet,” clarke explained in earnest. she had yet to take a seat, footsteps echoing on the hardwood as she paced, arms folded tightly beneath her chest. she had thought long and hard before seeking help. what had happened to her father was much darker than it appeared on the surface. “please -- i need to know who killed him.”

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@skaigrounderiisms​

           “i’m going out later to add more to the map,” clarke explained, although octavia hadn’t asked her. she glanced up from the pages of scrap paper she’s taped together to sketch out the layout of the subway tunnels. “a group of us are going. do you want to come?”

            bellamy probably wouldn’t approve of the invite, but he wasn’t there to protest, and more people meant more eyes. a better map.

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@flnalgirl

           “ -- fine. then i’ll go check. i’m telling you, there is NOTHING out there.”

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@ginatcnic​

           “have you ever played before?” clarke asked, glancing up from the small wooden chip on which she had sketched the likeness of a horse. “wells taught me ages ago.”

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@skaitrash​

            “without that map, we’re not making it back to camp before dark. unless you happen to know how to get back.”

             she wouldn’t point it out, but he had found his way back after being tortured by grounders for three days. if they were going to stake their chances on somebody’s sense of direction, clarke would cast her bets with murphy. ( admittedly, the situation was less than ideal. )

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@womenswoon

           “you understand how important this is, don’t you? if you don’t take this seriously, and something goes wrong it affects all of us.”