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Characters

♦→ι'м noт a gιrl ι'м a ѕтorм wιтн ѕĸιɴ│Clarke Griffen

♦→do rιgнт вy нer│Stefan Salvatore

♦→ιт wαѕ all reαl every мoмeɴт every тoυcн every word│Jackson Kenner

♦→yoυ’re a good dαd yoυ deѕerve тнe тrυтн│Klaus Mikaelson

♦→everyтнιng ι do ιѕ ғor нer│Hope Mikaelson

♦→ever ѕιɴce тнe ғιrѕт dαy ι мeт yoυ ι нαve ғelт evveryтнιɴɢ ғor yoυ│Elijah Mikaelson

♦→ѕнe'ѕ мy ғrιeɴd aɴd ѕнe'ѕ нopeѕ ғαмιly│Rebekah Mikaelson

♦→no oɴeѕ goιɴɢ тo reѕpecт yoυ υɴтιl yoυ ѕнow тнeм wнo yoυ reαlly are│Davina Claire

♦→ғαмιly deғιɴeѕ yoυ eveɴ ιғ ιт doeѕ deмαɴd ѕαcrιғιce│Freya Mikaelson

♦→мαyвe тнe ѕcαrѕ jυѕт rαɴ тoo deep│Marcel Gerard

♦→ιт wαѕɴ'т тнe мαɢιc тнαт мαde мe вeттer ιт wαѕ yoυ│Kol Mikaelson

♦→ι'м a мoтнer aɴd a мoɴѕтer│Face

♦→тнιѕ ғαмιly oweѕ yoυ yoυ deѕerved вeттer│Camille O'Connell

♦→нe wιll вeαr тнe world lιĸe aтlαѕ υɴтιl нιѕ ѕнoυlderѕ collαpѕe│Bellamy Blake

♦→yoυ wαɴт a love тнαт coɴѕυмeѕ yoυ pαѕѕιoɴ & adveɴтυre eveɴ a lιттle dαɴɢer│Damon Salvatore

♦→ι doɴ'т aвαɴdoɴ тнe people ι cαre aвoυт│Caroline Forbes

♦→yoυ dιdn'т вreaĸ нer yoυ don'т own тнaт ĸιnd oғ power│Elena Gilbert

SHIP TAGS

♦→yoυ are тerrιғyιɴɢ ѕтrαɴɢe вeαυтιғυl ѕoмeтнιɴɢ noт everyoɴe ĸɴowѕ нow тo love│Klayley

♦→ι тнoυɢнт oɴly oғ yoυ everydαy ι ғoυɢнт ғor yoυr reтυrɴ│Haylijah

♦→lovιɴɢ yoυ wαѕ тнe мoѕт eхqυιѕιтe ғorм oғ ѕelғ deѕтrυcтιoɴ│Jayley

♦→ι need тнe deep eɴd мιѕвeнαvιɴɢ ғor dαyѕ a greαт eѕcαpe│Stayley

♦→вecαυѕe we’re a вeαυтιғυl dιѕαѕтer│Klaylijah

♦→тнey are υɴтαмed тнey are тнe wιld тнey are тнe cнαoѕ ιɴ тнe ѕтorм│Haybekah

♦→нιѕ love eхнαυѕтed нer ѕтαrѕ & ѕнe wrαpped нerѕelғ ιɴ нιѕ мooɴlιɢнт│Dayley

♦→ѕнe'ѕ a coмвιɴαтιoɴ oғ ѕeɴѕιтιve aɴd ѕαvαɢe│Hayoline

MUSE THINGS

♦→тнeѕe precιoυѕ gaмeѕ│Memes ♦→ι wanт ѕoмeтнιng ѕo ιмpυre│Desires ♦→ι waѕ a dιғғerenт perѕon тнen│About ♦→ѕнe мade вroĸen looĸ вeaυтιғυl│Aesthetics ♦→ғor тнe gιrlѕ wιтн мeѕѕy нαιr aɴd тнιrѕтy нeαrтѕ│Musings ♦→тнe poυndιng ιnѕιde мy ѕoυl│Music ♦→all тнe ѕĸeleтonѕ ιn тнe cloѕeт│Closet ♦→ѕтop wιѕнιng ѕтarт doιng│Wishlist ♦→вy decree oғ тнe нyвrιd qυeen│Hayley Answers ♦→тнe вeттer тo eaт yoυ wιтн мy dear│Crack ♦→oυт oғ paтιence│OOC ♦→ιn тнιѕ ғaмιly ιт'ѕ alwayѕ & ғorever│Save ♦→вroĸen тнoυgнтѕ and reғlecтιonѕ│Headcanons ♦→a gυιde тo pαreɴтιɴɢ a тrιвrιd│Hayley Parents ♦→qυeυe yoυr own ego ι'м вυѕy│Queue ♦→нayley ѕeeѕ yoυ│The Hybrid Speaks

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@headstrongblake || from this little gem

the last thing on his mind had been having to leave the house so late to fetch their mother. it had been a quiet night without her boisterous voice filling the walls of their small home. bellamy could have easily fallen asleep, yet, octavia finds herself at his side, pleading to go and pick up aurora. ‘she sounded really messed up, bell.’ the oldest blake wanted to retort with, when isn’t she?? but despite how much he didn’t want to leave to find her, surely fallen, passed out drunk, she was still his mom. his heart wouldn’t allow him to sit idly by while she might be in serious trouble. it’s his heart that has him up and in the car, in the middle of the night. fetching their dear mother. as they drive down the road, in search of that house aurora’s at, he can feel himself growing more nervous. she’s not the best parent, but neither of them would be better off without her. 

one look spared to the opposite side of the road ; to look at house numbers, and another vehicle collides with theirs. ironic that it’s another drunk driver, who thought they were capable of being behind the wheel, missed that obvious line in the middle of the road and hit the driver side. that about it. the pain of the crash makes his entire body ache. every time he tries to move, it’s like something is digging into him, making his muscles sear with pain. his first thought is octavia ; is she okay? is she alive? why can’t he hear her? “o -- octavia.” had he even said it out loud?

when dark eyes flutter open, it’s lazily and unwanted. the room is too bright, too cold. the bed is too hard. this is not his bedroom. bellamy’s gaze wanders around the parts of the room he can see without moving. short beep beep beeps sound from close by. it doesn’t take him long to realize that he’s in a hospital. a shift to the right, and it’s sore. he visibly winces. 

he remembers the crash. and before. how long has he been here? a sigh falls from his lips, and he spots octavia’s long brown hair fluttered across his bed. sleeping. “o --” his voice is weak, as if he hasn’t used it in days. fingers, along with the device that manually takes his pulse, run along her hair. “octavia, wake up.” where is their mother? the thought comes after a moment, when he realizes that she was the one they had been searching for. in a just world, she would be there too, checking on him. though, perhaps she’s simply home. maybe she’s been there throughout the time he had been there. questions he needs answered. 

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@notreallyablackwell || i’m like months late on writing this.

he’s just left the gym. bruised and bloodied. a match, one for the books he’d say. bellamy had not been prepared for his opponent, and while he prides himself on coming out of the fight usually victorious - he had lost this one. so, he’s outside the gym, frustrated and feeling the cool blood drip down his cheek, where the other guys fist had collided. and even now, being outside and finished with the fight - he needs more. as if being beaten to nearly a pulp wasn’t enough. it’s the war that rages that he thrives in. the battle. the blood and the bruised. he lives off of the rush it gives him. in any past or future like, he imagines he’s always going to be fighting something.

dark brown hues trail in one direction down the road, where he could go home and clean his cuts. but, then again -- his gaze goes the other direction where he knows that club is open. and what he wouldn’t give for a drink and some pretty ladies. just like that! his mind is made up and he’s walking towards that way, already smirking when he spots that tacky neon sign.

the bouncer barely looks him in the eye as he passes through the door. they all know him. in fact, some of them train at his gym. they’ve seen him fight - wouldn’t dare mess with bellamy blake. but his eyes are on the petite, gorgeous, half dressed, dancer just feet away from him. her long, flowing, brunette locks swaying as she moves. diana. he can’t make sense of it, but he’s been drawn to her since the first time they met. something familiar, if that makes sense. and, even now, he looks at her like she’s one of those goddesses you pine after in old history books.

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@headstrongblake || s1 sc. ( you are allowed to like all of these! )

“o !! octavia – where the hell do you think you’re going? over my dead body will you be leaving this camp again.”

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@ncncriminalway || zombie au sc.

“is there a reason you’re sneaking around here? you realize you could have been shot, right?”

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@survivorbuiilt | we didn’t plot but i need murphy in my life

it’s been hell getting each person in arkadia prepared for what’s to come as the death wave looms closer. kane and bellamy have suits somewhat ready for the black rain -- just in case they have to leave the confines of the metal safe house while acidic drop of rain falls from the sky. of course, it’s murphy that’s striding out of camp, the guards opening the gates for the boy. easier than to fight with him - everyone knows he’ll get what he wants one way or another. bellamy, however, follows after him, eyes boring into his back, long strides until he’s just close enough he can call out to him without causing much of a scene inside the gates. 

“hey !! -- murphy,” brown crease, jaw clenching. things never end well with the two of them. “where the hell do you think you’re going? that rain is going to fall any day now. you think you’ll find cover out there while it’s burning your skin?” 

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open friends event starter |

“when in rome, right? might as well soak up the sun while we’re here.”

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like this for zombie au things! 

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“What I do is not up to you.“ (breakup)

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a scoff falls from his lips, eyes avoiding her’s. he wants to argue back and tell her he was simply curious why she had come back so late. they still all three share the same apartment, and he’s allowed to be curious, right? or, maybe he’s not. maybe when she broke it off between the two, she also ended their friendship. regardless, he’s still curious. octavia had been home the night before, lounging on the couch and hogging the television. there was no denying that fox was out with someone else. she couldn’t lie and say the two girls were together. he had simply asked a question. okay, so maybe his voice had been accusatory but -

“you’ve made that clear as day!” his voice raises an octave. defensive. “i asked a simple question - my bad.” eyes roll and there’s a smile on his lips. amazed, certainly not amused. “i’ll be sure to make a note that i’m not allowed to be curious what you do anymore.”

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@notreallyablackwell || s1 sc.

“let me guess, you’ve come in here to tell me how stupid i am for destroying that radio? thanks, but i’ll pass – i’ve already heard it from everyone else. you can go.”

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“ Fighting does not make you a hero. “

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does it? isn’t that what heroes do? they fight, they fight to protect their loved ones and anyone else in the vicinity. it’s what bellamy has done since - well… since octavia was born. he fought to keep her a secret, and occupied enough to keep her mind off of roaming the ark. he fought to get onto that dropship, for octavia. and on the ground, to keep her safe, to keep the grounders from attacking. making sure all of the delinquents ( and later, the rest of their people ) stayed safe. it’s what he knows. being on the ground has only hardened it and made it easier.

except, bellamy blake does not think he’s a hero. anything but, actually ( war made me a monster, don’t let it happen to you. ) the fighting, the killing, the anger and hate it brings, he doesn’t see it as heroism. the exact opposite. the twenty three year old would much rather give his own life for someone else. go down fighting so that someone he loves could continue their fight. “no, but that’s all we have down here.” he doesn’t meet her eyes, no one would understand the thoughts going through his mind, “it’s the only way we can survive, but it definitely doesn’t make someone a hero. i know that first hand.”

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@basiicphysics || s1 sc.

“they should be back from the supply run by now. if they got caught by grounder’s we’ll have to send more people out to search for them – if only we have the gunpowder for that.” 

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@robinhoodmaia || zombie au sc.

“i’m on my way to arkadia. it’s supposed to be zombie free there. i hope my sister is there.. care to join me? could turn out to be a good thing.”

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@trikrulinkon​ || zombie au sc.

“it’s been three days since she went missing. we’re never going to find her if we stop - if i know octavia, she’s going to keep on her feet until the last minute possible.”

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@prcphesiied || s1 sc.

“there’s an awful lot of sitting going on around here. that wall isn’t going to build it’s self. if we’re kept vulnerable like this, the grounders will find us to be an easy target.”

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[ 📲 • sms ] —— are you trying to drunk text me? (still breakup)

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[ text: foxie ] : who’s is drunk texxing you?[ text: foxie ] : oh …..[ text: foxie ] : i woudln’t have to drubk text if you wuold come over.[ text: foxie ] : what if tavia needs you?[ text: foxie ] : foxiiieeeeeee