#rationtheft

[archivedsardoniicxsouks]

A head to head touch. (FOREHEAD TOUCH. FOREHEAD TOUCH!)

@rationtheft

He didn’t expect to see her here. John knew why he was leaving, he knew that he was still hated and viewed as a traitor and a coward among the survivors. But what he didn’t know was that Kimber would be joining him when he told her where Jaha’s followers would be meeting for the defection. John stepped closer, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looked at her. “Being a rebel suits you.”

A full smile broke out on his face as he closed the distance between them. John dropped his bag at their feet and rested a hand on her waist. He pressed their foreheads together and let out a happy sigh, “I’m glad you’re here. Doing this would have sucked even more without you.”

[sheifevayuj]

a starter for @rationtheft

Shay had ridden out with a small contingent of warriors with naught but saddlebags full of tools, and a heavy fur wrapped around her body to ward off what she viewed as a constant chill.  Since Lexa had accepted the Skaikru into the coalition—and their subsequent turning of the small blacksmith from Reaper back to Trikru—things had been a little in flux.  But one thing that everyone could agree on was that Skaikru weren’t builders so much as they were reliant upon their tek.  In a way that was just like the Mountain Men, enough that it sent chills down Shay’s spine when she thought about it for too long.

But that had been more than a week ago, and Shay had settled in with their people, building and creating a forge so they could have a level of security beyond a few metal ropes and tek.  If nothing else, solid walls would do them good, but those required fitted pieces and working parts.  Thus, why Shay had found herself living in a moderately sized tent at Arkadia instead of her small hut attached to her forge in Polis.

The ebon-haired blacksmith was observant—maybe not as observant as a warrior, but all of their people were just as a survival precaution—and she’d noticed that one of the perimeter guards seemed to have no time to sleep, considering she was almost constantly working.  Something that Shay knew to be beyond dangerous if left alone for any length of time.

So she’d walked herself up while the young woman was on what the blacksmith knew to be a redundant patrol (and having overheard one of the other guards actually relieve her) and reached out to grasp her shoulder, gently tugging her away from her route and toward her own tent home.  

“You can argue later, Skaigona, when you aren’t a danger to everyone, but you will sleep tonight, sha,” she said simply, her considerable upper body strength similar to the steel she worked with as she practically frog-marched her toward her tent, “You may use my furs if you are concerned with moving too far from the wall, but I will not be taking no for an answer.”

[brooklynmadetm]

“ ‘m so tired, i think i can hear colors. “

@rationtheft liked for a starter from bucky

[terrafied-blog1]

𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐍 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑,  plotting  himself  down  on  the  nearest  tree  stump  to  enjoy  his  meager  dinner  after  a  long  day’s  work.  and  he’s  surprised  when  she  takes  a  seat  next  to  him  because,  well,  for  the  most  part,  leo  kept  to  himself.  not  because  he  was  afraid  or  nervous  around  the  other  delinquents,    (   of  course  his  crippling  anxiety  disorder  didn’t  help   )    but  because  it’s  just  easier  alone.  still,  he  smiles  politely  at  her,  arching  a  brow.     ❛   hey,   ❜     leo  says  in  greeting.     ❛   you’re. . .  kimber,  right?   ❜     he’s  good  with  faces.     ❛   i’m  leo.  don’t  think  we’ve  met.   ❜

@rationtheft​​  ♥’d  for  leo  brennan

[archivedsardoniicxsouks]

❛ you always pretend you don’t care but i know you do. ❜ (call him out baby!)

@rationtheft 

“Why a.. what do–” John’s brows furrowed, his gaze pointedly fixed on the ground as he listened to her speak. A mix of emotions ran through him at this point, among them confusion and frustration. He was usually the one saying things no one else DARED to say, HE was usually the one testing other people’s boundaries. John was not used to being on the receiving end of these things. He eventually looked up, his dark eyes reflecting just how conflicted he felt at this moment. Words typically failed him at times like these and now was no different. John inhaled, prepared to disagree with the brunette but found that he couldn’t. Instead, he pushed her left shoulder back hard enough for her back to hit a wall. John found that action released some of the tension he was feeling. But it was not ENOUGH. The arsonist’s eyes searched hers for a brief moment before he pressed his body against hers and pressed their lips together in a tentative kiss. 

[archivedsardoniicxsouks]

😘😘?

@rationtheft

Send 😘 for my muse’s honest opinion about your muse: 

Them as a person : He has yet to figure that out. From what he’s heard about her he thinks she’s got the right idea and cares more about people than the idiots that had been running things on The Ark. However, his encounter with her made him view her as reckless which he has yet to decide if that is good or bad. 

Level of attractiveness : Murphy doesn’t like the whole scale system. But let’s just say he finds her extremely fun to look at. Of course, he wouldn’t say so (at least not yet). 

What annoys them most : As of right now, her recklessness. He’s already thinking that she got herself (and just as importantly HIM) in a sticky situation and he doesn’t like complicated when surviving is difficult enough. 

What they like the most : Her genuine desire to help. Again, he’s heard stories of who she was and that kind of thing is a lot of what’s buried deep inside Murphy himself (you know, beneath all the self-loathing and his current need for self-preservation). 

What they’d do if they were locked in a closet together for 4 hours : Likely, Murphy would argue with her about how it’s her fault for a good chunk of that time. Then after he wears himself out, he’d be forced to acknowledge the fact that she’s attractive and.. well, he’d likely do something on impulse that would either get him punched or would end well for both of them. 

Overall opinion : Interesting person and someone he would like to be able to at least call friend one day. 

Rating : fuckable? adorable? — Entertaining. 

[archivedsardoniicxsouks]

웃 ✍ ☂

Ask the MUN ! 

웃 :  An existing character you’ve played in the past that you miss?

Dolph Ziggler; I miss him mostly because of how developed I had him and because he was one of the first characters I played as. 

✍ :  Offer 3-5 tips on how to get other role players started on interacting with your muse(s).

Go with the flow. Plotting is wonderful and I do love it (especially for already developed ships) but sometimes that can get in the way if you’re trying to start a new ship or even begin interactions with us; it makes it so they feel more pressured to take things in a certain direction as opposed to just letting our muses figure out what the fuck they want to begin with. 

Flattery is always great; my muses love dishing out the compliments and receiving them in just about equal parts. Come in with a cheesy pick up line and they might fall in love then and there.

Send in a RANDOM as hell meme. I cannot tell you how many AMAZING friendships (with Muns) and strings/verses have come of this. 

☂ :  Spread some love: mention someone you’ve met that has influenced you or your writing in a positive way, and explain how.

This one hurt a little bit to think about. I’ve met a lot of wonderful people on here and the writing partners I’ve gotten to know more are people I’m truly grateful for. Unfortunately, as with all areas of life, I’ve lost contact (or the gods decided to put me on different paths) with some of them. My list will likely be incomplete but here goes: 

@queenofhartsxo Lovely soul, truly beautiful inside and out. I’m grateful I met you all these years ago and continued threads/verses with you. No matter how many times I deleted my account then came back around, we found our way to each other and I CANNOT STRESS how much I love that. You helped me grow my jerk of a boy, let us both cry when things got a little too real in our writing, and geeked out with me about our verse on multiple occasions. Thank you for being you. I love you. We love you guys

@space-delinquents A wonderful human being. Thank you for not only matching my crazy need for PAINFUL strings but also understanding and talking to me in a private level. I appreciate you; thank you for helping me grow and develop my broken boy

@officerxwilliams look, ngl, we’ve already spoken more than a lot of the people I’ve been RPing with for longer. Thank you for letting me develop and continue to work on my polyship verse. We’re having tons of fun exploring and hope you are too! 

@devilsfavoritediva​ A sweet soul I lost contact with a while back (probably after my second or third hiatus/reboot) but one that always made writing fun. Random strings that were truly fun to write and both of us were just along for the ride. xoxo thank you for letting us just have fun and learn to be more spontaneous!

special mention to @unfcrtunatescul @defenderofthegrove @drxtylxttlesecret @rationtheft for loving my harder to love characters and spending so many hours pouring over their lives; grouped together b/c I believe they’re inactive now (some of the ones I lost contact with)

and of course how the hell am I going to forget

@sheslegit (recycled back to this URL after how many reboots? ;) ) One of my ride or dies on here is seems like. We’ve both rebooted, dropped off the face of the earth, gone on hiatus, just straight up ghosted the entire site too many times to count. Thank you for being the wonderful, hurtful, loving, filthy human you are. I cannot even name how many ships we’ve had/tried in the past but I know I can always experiment with you and you will be willing to give it a shot. That means so much to me especially because I have terrible social anxiety so knowing that I can count on  you means everything. I love you, boo. xoxo NOw I’m going to stop because I’m about to get even sappier. 🙄🙄

[archivedsardoniicxsouks]

😍 – a first kiss And/or 🚑 – an injured kiss (whichever lol i couldn't pick one)

@rationtheft

John's eye was swollen mostly shut, the other one almost as bad. He hated feeling weak. He hated feeling worthless and right now, 85 percent of the survivors had just made him feel exactly that. John Murphy had been awaken rather rudely to the fact that he had few allies and even fewer friends. They'd been bloodthirsty and anxious for someone to blame for the fact that multiple weapons had been stolen. He just happened to be the perfect scapegoat. He'd been beaten severely until the Princess updated the rest of the camp of the truth. Now, John was sitting back against a tree with Kimber fussing over him. She'd been one of maybe 3 advocates for him. He was grateful, more than he could possibly express. So when she came closer to examine him, John found himself reaching for her shoulder and pulling her down. His lips and face were bruised but he needed to do this; needed to express what he was feeling in the only way he could right now. John pressed their lips together, almost slumping against the other as he breathed out a "Thank you.." against her lips.

[archivedsardoniicxsouks]

“You continue to surprise me.”

Murphy couldn't help the sly smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth. It was that self-satisfied smirk that now so rarely graced his features given recent events. "I've heard that a lot."