#awildthing

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@awildthing // cont.

     Anybody can become a philosopher after a couple of lines, and with every weird seven AM conversation Jimmy became better at profounding about the nature of life. “Life, y’know, it’s a risk. Either you rot your brain in an office, or you buy old hot-dogs from gas-stations, that’s all I’m sayin’.” Jimmy punctuated his sentence by taking a sip of his vodka. 

     “Don’t mind me saying -- pretty girl like you, gas-station hot-dogs, doesn’t really fit.” He wasn’t trying to flirt, sure it might’ve came across like that, it was just an observation. He should’ve known better. His fitted suit didn’t exactly scream “alcoholic”. 

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‘ Does this hurt? ’

                  “Not really. Just a little sore.”

He watched her rub the oddly shaped welt that was beginning to form. Curious now about what strange sort of bruise would take it’s place later on.

"I’d be more worried about the cupboard honestly.” Strange how much damage a can of off-brand ravioli could cause. But it served him right for opening it so suddenly. The edge had banged against the palm of his hand after tumbling seemingly out of nowhere. Rolling unseen somewhere onto the floor.

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awildthing replied to your post “I mean it’s cool to reblog nsfw memes and all that but it blows my...”

///ive seen blogs that smut with ppl that they arent even mutuals with im like DAMB

POWER TO THEM I GUESS. I love pre-established relationships and, I really do want more of those for Sheila. But I need to talk it out. I’m not comfortable starting a thread or a pre-existing ship if the mun and I aren’t communicating on how things are exactly going to be. 

And this goes the same for smut, especially. 

[beenpole]

What does your character consider to be their major flaw? & What kind of image does your character try to portray to others?

CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What does your character consider to be their major flaw? 

obviously, her ocd/ocpd. she knows a lot of how she operates is entirely unusual and unnatural, and is worried she will never find anyone who can stand it, much less someone she can stand to spend the rest of her life with. 

What kind of image does your character try to portray to others?

she tries to come off as aloof and uncaring, she doesn’t want people to see how things affect her - basically, be like her mother, except she’s sure her mother is actually unfeeling. and marcie does come off as intended, usually. people think she’s a cold hard bitch.

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How was Marisol's childhood?

ASK ABOUT MARI

          overall? it was fine. she lived with her mother until she was ten, when her mother passed away. she didn’t meet her father until she was eight, first spending weekends in a hotel room nearby with her mother so she could visit (paid for by him). eventually she came and spent some weekends with him, and when she got older, some weeks.

          he was somewhat uninvolved in parenting her, even when she stayed with him. he felt he was too harsh, and didn’t know how to discipline her without striking her, and so ended up leaving it up to a nanny. 

          when she was fourteen, she came to live with lola permanently, though he tended to send her to stay with june for weeks at a time, saying she needed a female influence. he was always distant with her, and never affectionate, but she had people like june and marcio to make up for that.

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@awildthing​ continued from here 

     A silence too long stretches from her last spoken word while the other stands still and staring far out into the misty downpour. When he does at last acknowledge her presence, the turn of his head is slow and his eyes slower until meeting hers directly. Not so much as a wrinkle changes his stoic gaze before his head snaps forward again to spot the remaining, fizzling flash of a distant lightning strike. 

     “You’re fine,” he states bluntly. Despite the brief glance at anticipation he’s just displayed, there’s no note of enthusiasm in his soft voice. “I won’t harm you, either,” he adds, though perhaps to no one’s comfort but his own.

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@awildthing literally money and death. that's what everyone's yelling about

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" Jesus, if I could be a woman I’d drop the merc shit an’ do what you do. ”

A bent cigarette was crushed between his damp lips, already lit via nearby candle flame. He was eager to snuff out the stink of old wood and mold with wafting nicotine, easier to endure than the constant reminder of the decrepit, toxic world surrounding them. His sweaty scalp pressed back against the headboard they’d cracked a half an hour ago.

Caps weren’t really hard to come by, though, and certainly not in the mercenary’s line of work. Everybody wanted somebody gone, whether that be to the benefit of their safety, or for revenge, or maybe they really just didn’t like them. Whatever the cause, Ozias was there to exchange the bill, and happily. And in those short hours between the hunt and kill, was time for play. 

“ What’s a gal like you make in a day? Five hundred? Eight? ”

[beenpole]

[text] I’m not a perv just fyi. Just a very open person

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[ msg ] please stop sending me pictures, i never asked for this! 

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@awildthing

  It wasn’t quite like coming home, but it was at least familiar. Charon was shoved through the last set of gates into Paradise Falls, and his owner wandered off in the direction of the bar, leaving him unattended. Not that he could go anywhere. Charon’s fingers tugged the bomb collar around his neck, trying to ease the soreness.

  He found a place at an old table and waited. His owner would either drag him onward or put him back in the pen once he was done, and Charon didn’t really care which it was. As he thought about it, a movement caught his eye, and he saw a familiar figure - someone he’d known, at least by name, on and off for... well, as long as he could remember. Never had much to do with her, since he was always passing from slaver to slaver, from shithole to shithole, but... she’d been raised here, and for the most part, so had he.  And she was still here? Must’ve been at least a year since he’d last seen her, but he was pretty sure...

  “Hey -- it’s Kayla, isn’t it? Kay... Kaylin. I can’t believe you’re still here...”

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Munday Questions ;

What’s your rp pet peeve?

I still got some more of these. LMAO. So, I guess another one would be making assumptions about my muse without checking in with me first. I’m generally really, really laid back about things like this but on occasion they can become quite tiresome. Also, people blatantly ignoring aspects of my muse. It proves to me they either… don’t care, or didn’t read. Or both! Ie. Tall and STRONK Thomas. This cracks me up the most. Like clearly someone did not try and learn about him at all! 

Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?

Oh, oh yes. This is a sad thing when it happens. There’s two major canon characters in a fandom I just… cannot. And it’s not that there isn’t LOVELY writers who have the same character, and I don’t see that… They’ve just been so thoroughly wrung out and ruined for me I cannot be interested. 

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awildthing replied to your post: honestly i would love to do a plot where james...

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he will dad all of ur kids, kay. don’t test him

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what's your list of fav bellarke fan fiction????

im currently bitter bc i basically had this finished but tumblr decided to have a glitch and delete it all. anyway, here’s round 2 

cause i got you, and now that’s all that matters by @marauders-groupie

lana is beautiful and so is this fic. i think my tag for it was just a bunch of exclamation points which basically means that i’ll be in love with it forever and never be able to properly use words when talking about it. 

Clarke gets dirt stuck under her nails, Bellamy always keeps books at hand, they are both a mess but somewhere between throwing tomatoes at each other and hiding, they fall in love.

Or: Bellarke in the countryside.

Prompt: Imagine Bellarke in Modern AU. With Sunday brunches on the back porch and whispered I love yous when no one else is listening.

aphelion by @kindclaws

with the possibility of coming across as too much, let me just say that there are few people who have stolen my heart in the degree that Sara has. That being said, even if I didn’t love her to the moon and back, I would still be able to see beautiful talent, and that is definitely something that my dear friend has. So here’s the short summary of my latest obsession of hers: 

It’s been two years since the spaceship Aphelion mysteriously disappeared, its crew branded by the ARK as traitors to be shot on sight. Jake Griffin was on that ship, and with him, a dangerous secret that could change civilized space forever.

Now, Clarke wants some answers - and revenge, if she can get it. Bellamy wants a bigger ship - specifically, Clarke’s. Wells wants to fix the system his father broke. Octavia wants a little fun. Miller wants everyone to stop making poor life choices. Harper wants to kiss the new girl. And Raven? Well, Raven just wants to blow shit up.

The universe won’t know what’s hit it. (Space pirates AU!)

Sent and Delivered by @clarkescrusade

Listen. I love social media aus, nerdy!Bellamy and thirsty!Clarke. Thankfully this fic has a little of all that. It also has adorable fanboy Jas and that’s also a plus for me. This one has stayed with me since the night i read it, so it’s def up there on my faves list. 

Clarke is pretty sure Bellamy is the hottest lyft driver she’s ever had, and it certainly doesn’t hurt that he’s a pretty great conversationalist, too. When she finds out him and Raven used to work together, it feels natural to become friends. She just never thought they’d get along quite so well, or that their lives would come together so easily, or that she’d fall madly in love with him. But that’s life.

aka: a social media au incorporating text messages, snapchats, tweets, and instagrams that definitely no one asked for.

You’re Cool On The Internet, At Least by @prosciuttoe

Once again, SOCIAL MEDIA AU. They meet on facebook and yeah. this is hella cute. I love it. Also, anything Em writes is magic, so please read this and give her the love and adoration she deserves. 

Look, Clarke will not dwell on this. She will not get flustered just because a possibly cute guy on Facebook apparently shares her views on what constitutes a terrible person.

Ten minutes later, her phone gives a short, irritated buzz; startling her enough that she jumps.

Biting at the inside of her cheek, she allows herself a quick peek.

Friend request from Bellamy Blake.

Clarke has no idea how she manages to develop a crush on a guy who won’t stop fighting everyone on Facebook, but here they are.

(Or: Clarke meets Bellamy on Facebook. They hit it off.)

neither lost nor found by awildthing 

other than social media au, my weakness is modern magic users au. AND THIS IS BEAUTIFUL. 

Bellamy Blake arrives on campus and Clarke’s magic suddenly starts going haywire.

Or, Clarke meets another magic user and teaches him to control his gift–and learns some things along the way.

I Don’t Want To Be Your Friend (i wanna kiss your neck) by @spacexualkids

i love tierney more than i love most people on this god forsaken site. her writing is always like coming home which is way too cheesy even for me. so here. read this summary so i dont become a blubbering mess. 

She finds Bellamy back on that floral couch. They’d moved it into the screened room for the winter, and then back out again once the days grew long and warm. It was becoming another tradition, apparently.

And so was this; him smoking on the sofa, her head on his shoulder, voices low in the early morning while everyone else was asleep and the world felt like it belonged to them, just for the moment.

“Someone had fun,” he teases, flicking at a spot on her neck. Clarke reaches up to feel the tender skin; Glass must have given her a hickey while they were getting carried away.

She flushes, but he’s looking back at the sunrise. “I always have fun,” she reminds him, and he groans.

“Yeah, I remember.”

“This is my favorite part, though,” Clarke says, curling up a little more against him so he’ll put his arm around her for warmth. She’s still kind of drunk, so she’s not sure if she’s making sense, but she trusts that he’ll get it. Bellamy always seems to understand what she means. “Just–us. It’s my favorite.”

Bellamy stubs out his cigarette and leans back against her. “Mine too.”

That’s all I have time for tonight, but I do have a longer one in my drafts that I plan on finishing and publishing soon. 

I will also use this to shamelessly self promo - I’m taking requests for the next two weeks bc HOLIDAYS! no more teaching for me for two weeks and that is glorious. 

so pls send in any and all prompts you want filled by yours truly

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12, 17, 33!

HARD QUESTIONS || OPEN!

@awildthing

12. In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

      During her grandfather’s death. He was found unconscious on his bed, in the process of unbuttoning his shirt. And while her grandmother was horrified and heartbroken - and while her mother wept - Sheila (as well as her younger brother) were very both detached from the situation.    The calm, detachment was during the funeral as well. Sheila knew how to act saddened, heartbroken, hugged her grandmother and held her hand all through the sermon but. She was chill. As heartless as it sounds, Sheila hated her grandfather. And he hated her from the moment she was born so, yeah. Good riddance. 

17. What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

      You know, out of all the toys she got from her step-father: he favorite was a stuffed cat that got raggedy and ugly over the years. Being three years old she named it ‘Meow.’ Sleeping with meow always had her feel safe. Losing him made her feel anxious and worried until she generally outgrew him in time.

33. In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

     Sheila has always been defensive as hell in the face of criticism. Even if she sits across from you asking, ‘so what can I do to improve myself?! tell me how to get better!’ she’s going to get mad at the answers. Like, what do you mean I use ‘and’ too much?!    Criticism. It’s a blow to the self-esteem but, not a serious blow. Because even though she just went through hearing some unfavorable words: she remembers them for years and tries to improve as soon as possible.