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Hi! PSA! 

As of this very second this blog has been archived!! 

You can find me and Murphy over at @surviivorforged

OR! You can click anywhere in this sentence should that be easier! 

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Hi! PSA! 

As of this very second this blog has been archived!! 

You can find me and Murphy over at @surviivorforged

OR! You can click anywhere in this sentence should that be easier! 

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Hi! PSA! 

As of this very second this blog has been archived!! 

You can find me and Murphy over at @surviivorforged

OR! You can click anywhere in this sentence should that be easier! 

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Hi! PSA! 

As of this very second this blog has been archived!! 

You can find me and Murphy over at @surviivorforged

OR! You can click anywhere in this sentence should that be easier! 

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Hi! PSA! 

As of this very second this blog has been archived!! 

You can find me and Murphy over at @surviivorforged

OR! You can click anywhere in this sentence should that be easier! 

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Hi! PSA! 

As of this very second this blog has been archived!! 

You can find me and Murphy over at @surviivorforged

OR! You can click anywhere in this sentence should that be easier! 

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THIS IS WHY IT PAYS TO BEFRIEND PEOPLE THAT ALSO ADORE YOUR MUSE !! 😅 @cvckroach Bri is the literal best

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"ugh. car sex looks so much easier in the movies."

Was he right, or what. The two boys were contorted into the strangest of positions as they tried to pleasure one another. Sure, simpler things were easy. But as soon as they pulled over and tried to go past that, it was hell. Hell, that ended with Murphy curled in his seat whining over a pulled muscle. 

As he tried to stretch out his leg he couldn’t help but whimper. “bloody hell.” He cursed, his eyes watering. “that really fucking hurts. Next time, we will be waiting till we get home.” 

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Munday Meme Extraordinaire Send me a symbol and I’ll answer ooc 

☕  - Do you prefer coffee or tea? Perhaps neither, or both? 

☠ - Do you think you’d survive a zombie apocalypse? 

☺ - Post a picture of yourself or describe what you look like! 

⚽ - Are you active? 

⛄ - Do you have a favourite holiday? 

♫ - Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music, if no, why not? 

☤ - Have you ever had to go to the emergency room? Why? 

♪ - Do you play any instruments? 

⚖ - Opinions on the fandom your muse blong to? 

♿ - Is there anything about your body you’d like to change if given the chance? 

✂ - Do you hate people easily? 

✼ - Do you think the character/characters you role play as reflect who you are? 

⚄ - Do you play videogames? Have a favourite? 

✵ - Are there any other fandoms you’d like to approach? 

⚜ - If you role play more then one muse, do you have a favourite? 

⛔ - In real life, are you friendly? 

⨁ - Do you hold grudges, or easily let things go? 

♥ - Besides fictional characters, is there someone you love? 

♾ - Which timezone are you in? 

W - What do you do for a living?

♡ - OTP for your muse? 

⚔ - NOTP with your muse? 

☰ - Fun random fact about the mun! 

☘ - Wildcard! Ask the mun anything you’re interested in finding out. 

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"i'm dying."

His lips tug into a thin-lipped smile as he tucks a curl behind Bellamy’s ear. “Don’t worry, Bell. You’re going to be okay. You were shot, yes. But the doctors say you’ll be okay. You are not dying. Don’t overreact just yet, okay?” He bit his lip as he looked down at the other boy. His words weren’t as truthful as he wanted them to be, in reality, the doctors didn’t really know the full extent of the damages yet, but he didn’t want his boyfriend to worry any more than he probably already was. He was ever the worry-wart. He leaned down, pressing his lips to Bellamy’s. A soft kiss, before he whispered. “Do you need more pain meds, are you hurting?” 

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"i really need you to hug me right now."

He could see the anxiety in Bellamy’s face. Widened eyes, pale features. He could practically see his heart beating too fast in his chest. Murphy only paused for a minute before he took a few steps forward and gently pulled the larger male into a hug. 

Sometimes it helped the anxiety attacks that plagued Bellamy’s existence, and other times it was too much. Today it seemed to be one of the helpful days as Bellamy melted into the embrace. They sank to the ground. Bellamy’s head sinking against Murphy’s chest as Bell pulls him closer. 

“thank you..” 

He wasn’t sure why Bellamy felt the need to thank him, he loved this boy. He always had. It was just a hug. He didn’t say that though. Instead, he just continued to hug the anxious boy, fingers tracing through his curls. 

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"i love hugging you so much." bell?? drunk?? never?

As Murphy struggled to hold Bellamy up as he put all of his weight on Murphy’s upper half. “I like hugging you, too. You big oaf.” He paused for a moment as Bellamy’s weight suddenly shifts, sending both of them suddenly spiraling to the ground. Murphy tried to twist so that he wasn’t the one on the bottom, but alas, it was too late. 

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“Here, I have an extra weapon.”

“I’m allowed to have a weapon now?” He raised his eyebrows, confused. Just five minutes ago he’d been told he didn’t deserve a weapon. “What changed your mind? Was it the grounders that like to aim at the guy that isn’t armed?” He reached for the gun that Bellamy held out to him, tucking it into the waistband of his pants for a moment.

“So very nice of you to think of my safety after i almost got skewered. Twice.”

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hugs & kisses sentence starters.

“ come here and give me a hug. ” “ can i have a hug? ” “ hug me. ” “ does someone need a hug? ” “ give me one of your big bear hugs. ” “ i really need you to hug me right now. ” “ we can still hug. ” “ i love hugging you so much. ” “ i need another hug. ” “ i love being in your arms. ” “ your hugs are the best. ” “ hug me and don’t let me go. ” “ i could just hug you forever. ” “ so where’s my hug? ” “ just one more hug before i go? ” “ you look like you need a hug. ” “ come wrap your arms around me. ” “ i don’t want you hugging anyone else. ” “ please just hold me forever. ” “ sending you lots of hugs and kisses. ” “ shut up and kiss me already. ” “ i want give you a kiss so bad. ” “ i love it when we kiss. ” “ you are the best kisser i’ve ever known. ” “ just give me a kiss. ” “ come here and kiss me. ” “ kiss me. ” “ you’re a damn good kisser. ” “ you want to give me a kiss? ” “ are we going to kiss now? ” “ this is the part where i kiss you. ” “ so if i kissed you, would you kiss back? ” “ i just wanted to give you a kiss. ” “ i’ll kiss it and make it better. ” “ give me a kiss goodnight first? ” “ i can kiss you anytime i want. ” “ do you want to kiss? ” “ shut me up with a kiss. ” “ i love it when we kiss. ” “ i don’t want to miss this kiss. ” “ have you ever kissed someone before? ” “ i’m going to give you a kiss now, okay? ”

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"would it be all right if i wore your sweater? it smells like you."

He was going to ask which, because he’d had plans to wear his black one today, but when he turns and see’s bell holding that one, a small, puppy-like smile on his lips he couldn’t help but melt. “Sure, B. Wear whatever you want.” He answered, biting his lip. Besides, the sweater would be rather form fitting on the slightly larger male, instead of baggy like it is on Murphy. It would be hot as fuck, as far as Murphy was concerned.

And boy was he right. Bellamy pulled the form-fitting sweater over his head and adjusted it. And Murphy was sure he’d just died and gone to heaven right there.  

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*falls asleep on murphy's lap*

Being in space had it’s perks, sure. But it also had its major downfalls. One of which was that there wasn’t anywhere he could be alone. He was constantly worried about someone finding him. And if that person was Bellamy Blake, he couldn’t help but imagine various scenes in his mind where they ended up in bed together. 

That couldn’t happen.

 They both had significant others that they had to think about. Bellamy had Echo, and Murphy, of course, had Emori. They always promised when they found other people. People they could be with without the shame, they would let go. 

Murphy was having a hard time letting go. He and Bellamy had been having casual sex for four months before Murphy met Emori. Bellamy was the one who encouraged it. Murphy was sure then that Bellamy didn’t feel the same way. So they parted ways. Murphy tried to throw himself into the relationship with Emori and it worked. 

For a little while. 

But as soon as they were all thrust up into space together things became difficult again. It became difficult to avoid the boy that he had spent so long avoiding. For feelings other than the presumed hatred everyone thought. 

They were good actors it seemed. 

But as Bellamy fell for Echo and Echo for him Murphy couldn’t handle it anymore. He started isolating himself. From everyone. Emori included. He wouldn’t leave his room for hours, sometimes days at a time. Emori would bring him food. Everyone chalked it up to having to be in space again. Depression they said. 

It was depression but not for the reasons presumed. He was depressed because the boy he’d grown to love was shacking it up with another girl. The girl that had tried to kill Octavia. The girl that would betray them first chance once back on the ground if it meant getting back in the good graces of her fellow Azgeda. 

Friendships that he’d formed while on the ship with the rest of them were quickly crumbling. And by crumbling i mean, he was taking a hammer to them with every mean word that he spat when they bothered him. Bellamy especially. 

He’d separated himself six months ago. 

They’d all tried at some point to come and get him. To bring him back but he didn’t want to come back. He didn’t want to be apart of the family that was being formed. 

He was being an Angstyboi. 

He didn’t know what came over him, why he decided to lash out physically when Bellamy came down the hall into Murphy’s territory. But he couldn’t help it, as his fist came into contact with Bellamy’s cheek he couldn’t help but curse himself and the other man for doing this. 

They scuffled for a bit, fists landing, causing grunts and wheezes of pain. Legs kicking out in an attempt to free themselves from grips. The fight only lasted for a minute before they collapsed together on the ground, their lips coming together momentarily. The kiss passionate as Murphy pulls him into his lap, his head hitting the wall as he leaned back. 

Their moment didn’t last though, because Bellamy soon pulled away with a sigh. 

“we can’t do this, Murphy.” Bellamy spoke softly, his eyes meeting Murphy’s for the first time in months. “I can’t do that to Echo.” 

Well that stung. Murphy nodded. He understood. “Of course.” he answered. But bellamy didn’t move off of him, his head resting on Murphy’s lap, a sigh falling from the darker male’s lips. 

“i really am sorry, Murph.” 

A shrug. “Don’t worry about it.” His fingers found his way to Bellamy’s curly locks and he sighed. It hurt to be this physically close to him and not be able to touch him the way he wanted to. 

But he couldn’t force Bell into anything. 

Slowly the older male’s breathing evened out. 

He’d fallen asleep in Murphy’s lap. With a sigh, John slipped out of his jacket and placed it under Bellamy’s head before picking up his bowl of food that had been discarded on the floor, half spilled. He headed for his door. He needed to rest, being around Bellamy was mentally, emotionally, and physically draining. 

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give my muse a surprise tattoo, on anon or not, and my muse will react to seeing it for the first time when it’s already completed on their skin.

size, design and location are completely in the sender’s hands, and my muse can’t refuse!