#ai-laik-wxnheda

[jobikilled-a]

@ai-laik-wxnheda wanted a S4 starter!!!

It had only been about 15 minutes since Jasper was placed in lockup by Clarke for trying to leak the list to Arkadia. Jasper thought that the people had the right to know, that they should decide what to do with their last days, and not to work their asses off for no reason. He was expecting resistance, but he was not expecting Clarke to go as far as to shock lash his back and to place him in lockup.

So now he’s here, sitting on the bench in his cell, it’s nice and relaxing, no one is bothering him here. However his untreated large burn on his back stings him whenever he moves, he can’t wait until he can drown out the pain in alcohol. However when he hears footsteps, he makes a move to turn around and look at his visitor, he can’t help the eye roll that Clarke decided to see him for whatever reason, Jasper wasn’t interested in what she did anymore. With a slight smirk, looking right into her eyes,

“Well, isn’t it the ever so mighty God herself, I think you’re taking ‘Wanheda’ the wrong way, anyone can pull a lever, Clarke.” A moment of silence later, “So are you here to charge me or to help me with your shock lash that’s still in my ass?”.

[kingfallena]

         “ For a girly drink, this is pretty good, ya’ know. ” he downs the rest of the liquid in his glass before he glances back at the blonde. She is always mixing and trying new drinks, and he isn’t COMPLAINING when he asks him to try it for her. He gets free booze and nice company.  She could serve him something absolutely disgusting and he would still drink it for her. He likes Clarke, a lot. And he can tell she is hesitant because of his position, but it only draws him in more. He likes a challenge.  // @ai-laik-wxnheda

[mishmxshmusharchive-blog]

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AND 9 MORE!

@mggsawyer - NEW FRIEND!@nerfedmeka - I love! My smol friend!@valkyrietilvalhalla - PHARMERCY FRIEND!@supercorp-danvers - Personal blog, but friend! Special Squishie, I love so very much!@shepickedyoutotakeme - Personal Blog, my Mama! She looks after me at all times!@reginayeshomomills - Lovely friend who is lovely!@reginathequeenofmean - old friend old friend good friend.@ziegleroncall - New Mercymaker torture subject!!@ai-laik-wxnheda - Good person. Yes.

[triedtobcgood-a-blog]

💫 Just stopping by to say you're doing an amazing job and to keep it up! Send it to the first ten people on your dash to spread mun positivity 💕

this is so sweet. especially coming from such an amazing writer like yourself.

@ai-laik-wxnheda

[strikonkai-blog]

@ai-laik-wxnheda gets a plotted starter!

Kairon was the youngest, the littlest among Heda Lexa’s nightblood children. As such, he was often a little behind the older ones, sometimes even having to sit out during some forms of training, he watched of course - he was eager to learn. But sometimes it did get a little boring, he particularly didn’t enjoy listening to Titus’s stories - his ‘lessons’ weren’t really all that fun and the small boy was only seven, his attention couldn’t always be held for long amounts of time. He was small enough that sometimes he could slip away, eager to find something more fun to do. 

This was one such day, so instead of being in the tower listening to Titus’s lesson, the small boy was outside - sitting in the dirt, hands messy as he drew small shapes - pictures - in the dirt, a small smile on his face even as his dark hair fell into his eyes. He loved to draw - even if Titus said it was a waste of time - Titus was a meanie anyways, rarely did Kai listen to the man, only when Lexa said he had to did Kai truly listen to the teacher.

Small hands dutifully work, forming strange patterns and small images of shakily drawn animals in the dirt, in a world of his own until his ears picked up a sound. Hearing footsteps approaching his head turns, wide brown eyes catching sight of the blonde that approached. 

He had seen her before, with Heda - curious eyes watch for a moment before offering a tiny smile and a small hand pointing to his drawings. He remained silent but turned back to his drawing, a name forming in his mind - Klark Kom Skaikru. Kai had heard much of her, being small - he was often not noticed when adults spoke around him, not even seeing the boy as they spoke. But the ones he listened to where what Heda and his fellow nightbloods said, and from what he had heard - Klark was someone he could trust.

[basiicphysics-a]

thank you for everything. i really needed your clarke post... i'm still hurting but i keep reading it. thank you for being a sweetheart

//it’s the least i could do. i can’t imagine how hard it much be to see so much negativity for a character you portray and feel closely to. your hurt is valid, but i’m so glad that my post gave you something you needed. if you ever want to talk or vent or plot or anything, i’m always here

AND HEY EVERYONE ELSE: YOU SHOULD SEND LOVE TO THIS WONDERFUL WONDERFUL PERSON

[explcsiion-blog]

@ai-laik-wxnheda    ( sc )

        “ believe me when i say i’m working as FAST as i can. ”    her voice is acidic, her head bent over the wristband.    it’s not clarke’s fault, she just doesn’t understand what she’s asking, but most people never understand what they’re ASKING of mechanics.     raven shouldn’t be letting it get to her, she knows BETTER.    “ sorry. i just . . .    there’s someone on the arc i really need to talk to. ”

[natblidamadii]

STARTER FOR @ai-laik-wxnheda // YEARS OF NOTHING

“Why must I learn to load these guns Clarke?”  she asked she stared at  the small pile that lay before her. “My people never used guns like this,”  she added as she picked up a small handgun.

The girl had witnessed Primefaya after all. She had a lot of questions.

[hesurvived-archive]

@ai-laik-wxnheda

it was easy really. go in, grab a few things, walk out, and sell them. quick cash honestly. there seemed to always be someone looking for a good deal, and when it was free, well, he could always give a good deal. but, it looked like he may not have been the only person in the store with that idea. maybe she wanted to keep it for herself though -- who knew. but, she was dangerously close to looking suspicious, and he wasn’t leaving until he got what he came for either. so maybe he could get rid of her before someone noticed and kicked them both out -- or worse, called the cops. 

               “ you know if you keep looking around like you’re waiting on someone to catch you -- they’re gonna catch you. ”

[chaosthxory]

💫 Just stopping by to say you're doing an amazing job and to keep it up! Send it to the first ten people on your dash to spread mun positivity 💕

[braverybuilt]

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PLATONIC CUDDLE STARTER // @ai-laik-wxnheda

She peeked her head in from the other room and couldn’t help but smile as she saw Clarke and Lexa watching a movie together on thesofa.  Ever since she had ended up in Clarke’s home, she couldn’t help but notice it. However, today Charlotte had decided that she wasn’t going to leave them alone. Instead, she wanted to join in on the cuddle. Charlotte popped into the room all ready for bed anddecided to ask if she could join in. 

“Clarkee… I want cuddles too,” she mused as she leaned on the backof the couch. “Can I?” 

[trueheda]

((Thank you for existing in my life. 💗 Send this to 10 people who you think deserve a sweet and kind message in their inbox. Or don't! Either way thank you for making my life better 💕))

[kingfallena]

     His face still burns in the places the acid rain fell. He barely had time to drive his sword into Luna’s chest before getting to cover. There was an unspoken agreement, he and Skairipa taking a moment to rid themselves of the black rain. But before they could even begin their fight, it was interrupted. A horn sounded and the Fleimkepa herself came to tell them to stand down. Skaikru TOOK the bunker. Anger and confusion seemed to be a mutual expression between the two champions. They settled themselves to be joint winners of the Conclave, because that part didn’t matter now. They needed to get inside that Bunker and if them being willing to share is what it takes, than so be it. 

    The room is cleared save for he and Octavia. They have banged on the door loud enough and hard enough he KNOWS someone must have heard. A demanded audience with Wanheda called until someone finally answered. It feels like an eternity before he hears steps underneath the sealed door. “ If you don’t open this thing right now I will rip it off. ” He spits before she can even speak, or whoever it is. COWARD. HYPOCRITE. He is seething and somehow is less calm than Octavia. // @ai-laik-wxnheda

[mishmxshmusharchive-blog]

I’m gonna be adding a mains page I think.

So far, I’ve only got Overwatch Mains (and one LoK and The100) and they are:

Gabriel: @angelde-lamuerte Lena: @chxxrslove Angela: @angilc & @gxardianangcl Hana: @nerfedmeka Emily: @anxmcara

And for LoK, Korra: @avoidcd

For The100: Clarke: @lcvedher & @ai-laik-wxnheda

Now obviously, I’m NOT exclusive, but those listed here are people I’ve found as friends and I’m more likely to respond to their threads quicker.

[floathima]

ai-laik-wxnheda replied to your post: i missed the dash drama but what’s up i’m here

dash drama?

yeah idk man i just saw two or three people mention dash drama ?? ? ? maybe i don’t follow the drama people IDK 

[bellamyblccke-blog]

✗ -- angst me bby

symbol for reaction || always accepting @ai-laik-wxnheda

✗ - Grabbing them by the throat and pushing them into a wall.

bellamy was never good with arguments, especially with clarke.  she wasn’t someone he fond to fight with, he knew how wrong she could turn him into, but she also brought the light to him, to understand how wrong he was. “you have no idea princess.’’ bellamy spewed loudly at her, as he kept his distance. the fight seemed irrelevant now, as he shook his head, keeping his stubborn self strict in the matter that clarke was wrong on this. “you’re not always fucking right clarke, no matter how much you believe so.’’ bellamy spoke again. he knew that they were alone, that no one would interrupt their conversation ( or what had started out as one ) “we can’t just keep them in the dark forever.’’ he spoke again. with her argument continue, his mind strayed from  her intentions, from her words. it was something that kept happening as of late, his mind lingered to her features, her strands of blonde locks, they layed against her shoulder so elegantly, and so simple. bellamy would be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t been in this same thought before, thinking of how beautiful clarke griffin was.  his mind always wondered to her smile, the simpleness of it, the rareness that it had, that no matter what, bellamy seemed to always bring one to her lips. knowing clarke was simple, understanding her was more complicated, but he wanted nothing more than to be complicated with her. hearing her voice raise higher, bellamy shook out of his stance, his eyes focused so deeply on her face. with clarke voice so loud against bellamy, he stepped closer to her quickly, grabbing her by the throat, as he pushed her against the wall. “you’re wrong clarke, you’re fucking wrong.’’ he softly finished. his hues pierced against her lighter ones, in that moment, he was consumed more than he ever had been, his lips so close to her, the fragile moment that could take control of both of them, something he only begged to want anymore, something he could never confess to wanting. breathing out, he let his grip go, as he turned away from her.