#rebellhearted

[archivedsardoniicxsouks]

@rebellhearted continued from (x): 

Normally, people were skittish when they spoke to him -- a delightful side affect of the energy he exuded -- but this man not only perked up when he saw Erebus but had the nerve to smirk at him. Yes. Now there was no maybe; he would be taking the male home. 

The god stepped closer to the barred door, hand reaching up to grab one of the bars as he grinned back at him. “I know I can outbid anyone here.” Arrogant, sure but it was the truth. It was one of the many perks to living for as long as Erebus has, he had an immeasurable amount of wealth to burn through. “--and I like what I see. So you get the privilege of coming home with me tonight.” 

[etchedinash]

A Safe Haven And Its Promises // Clexa

“Heda?”, one of her guards called out to her, gaining her attention from where she peacefully rested in her tent, shaded from the glaring sun. “An unrecognizable group has been spotted headed in our direction. Orders?” Lexa hummed quietly. It has been some time since they had a whole group come across their settlement. Groups were unpredictable, though. Lexa would have to practice caution if confronted by them. All it would take is one member attempting to stir things up and putting a halt to whatever trust she may have been willing to build. 

“Weapons?”, Lexa questioned, taking one last sip of her water before standing up from her chair. “Pitiful in comparison,” her guard quipped with a low chuckle. Lexa allowed the corner of her lips to lift briefly before falling into the role of Commander. “If they choose to approach, then let them. We’ll hear them out if that’s what they wish. As always, be on the ready to take them out if they foolish decide to be a threat to our people and our home.” Leaving the tent and her guard to spread the message, Lexa strolled back out into the heat, deciding to wait near the front fortified entrance and see what the approaching group planned to do. Her days have been uneventful recently, and she was intrigued by the new developments.

[itwcntsurviveme-a]

Plotted Starter for @rebellhearted

“I’m so sick of Algae.” Everyone was. This wasn’t news but she felt the need to voice an excuse a reason for her mood. It was natural to feel lonely when everyone’s coupled up in the tin can they called home. It was nothing more than loneliness, Raven reminded herself as she poked at the algae. The few bites she’d taken were weighing heavy in her stomach, coincidentally that was around the time she glanced over at Emori and Murphy. 

Vulnerability between two broken people was bound to end in disaster. There were never any promises made, she tried to remind herself as she forced another spoonful into her mouth. It didn’t help that, on top of loneliness, she felt guilty. Emori was her protege and they were starting to really develop a friendship. The first rule of girl code is don’t fuck your friend’s ex. Fucking them multiple times while they were on a break was a complete violation of that rule. Technically speaking, she was friends with Murphy first, but still. 

“It’s just for a while until you get us back to the ground.” Emori nudged her side and sent her a sympathetic smile. 

“Yeah.” Raven offered back a faint, obligatory smile back at the woman before casting her eyes down towards her bowl and poked the sludge with her spoon. 

[tenebris-ignis666]

@rebellhearted Liked this for a starter with Lukas. 

He didn’t sleep much, the nightmares that plagued him kept him from doing as much.  He was used to it by now though, the not sleeping bit, it was easier, then waking up in a cold sweat screaming their names.  Which was what found him out here, on his own on the cold damp night. He didn’t really mind the cold, it cleared his head after binge drinking, or destroying his liver as Mikah always told him, he didn’t care he hoped one day he’d just keel over and end this shitty existence.  He kicked a rock listening to it rattle across the wood of the dock before pitching off into silence before breaking it again with a pitiful splash.   He gazed out towards the lighthouse, watching the beacon spin quietly, digging into his jacket he undid his tie as he pulled a flask free and took a swig once the cap was free, grimacing at the burn of cheap whiskey. He kicked another rock watching as it followed its mate into the sea.   “Happy Birthday!”  He saluted the sky before taking another swig grimacing darkly.  “Another one without you, lucky me,”  He closed his eyes and let out a long pained breath, he had picked here cause he was certain he’d be alone, and Mikah wouldn’t follow him out here, just let him...celebrate and mourn in his own stupid way. 

[fierceheartsa]

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                        murphy sat at the table with clarkes parents , glancing at her , noticing how she got nervous and he quickly moved his hand under the table on her knee and gave it a soft squeeze. he wanted to assure her , that he was there, that he wouldn’t leave her.

[kaspbraakspeaking]

@rebellhearted​ /  🔪 (from Murphy)

Like an idiot, he hadn’t fed as often as he should, just telling himself that everything was going to be okay. It was easy to get distracted enough to not eat when he needed to, but it had come to a head.

Blood splattered up his face, as if he had an artery and it simply exploded, which was basically what happened. Hands were bloody as well, and now Eddie was trying to figure out what to do with the body. It had been awhile since he had killed someone, but it was like natural instinct for him now. Which was definitely strange to think about when it came to Eddie Kaspbrak.

His senses seemed to have pinged, almost like Peter Parker, and he looked up to see Murphy down the end of the alley. He was very much aware of the fact that Murphy liked the whole vampire thing, but seeing him covered in blood wasn’t something that entirely sat well with Eddie.

“You should be at home,” he said, making sure he was just loud enough for his boyfriend to hear.

[bravehxarts]

@rebellhearted || starter call.

Bellamy had been zoning out for a little while now, eyes dark as his thoughts wandered to the sinful things they’d all had to do since they got down here. They all kept justifying everything by thinking of it as US OR THEM, but when everything was said & done there remained a huge weight on Bellamy’s shoulders. He couldn’t get their faces out of his mind. He was so lost in thought that it took him a while to register the person in front of him, but when he did, he attempted a smile. ‘ Hey. Sorry, got lost in my thoughts. Is everything okay? ’

[emotionlcss]

( closed starter for @rebellhearted​ )

it had only been a few days since they’d landed back on the ground, and while bellamy had so many questions still that he’d wanted to ask - the first order of business was getting to the bunker and seeing what they could do to help. climbing into the rover, he had left it up to clarke to drive, as he was sure that she’d known the condition of the land better than anyone else right now. with the rest of the crew in the back, he had looked over the surroundings while they were driving before directing his attention to the blonde. ❝ are we gonna talk about it? ❞ the male finally voiced, his gaze never leaving the girl. ❝ you sacrificed yourself for us, clarke.. ❞ 

[findmeatmanofiiron]

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“ you sure got yourself knocked up out there, huh? ”

tony stood over clarke, arms crossed against his chest. he wanted to say ‘ i told you so ’ but that would be plain cruel, which in a way made it all the more tempting.  he couldn’t do that though, instead his arms quickly unfolded and he lent himself down so he was eye level with clarke.  

“ sorrry, couldn’t help myself. you alright? i can get you some ice? is anything hurting? ”

[hellsforbes]

“For emergencies only.”

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[tostxyalive]

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Klark felt like she was beyond her depth. She may have the wisdom of the Commanders that came before her, but people coming from the sky, invading what was theirs, attacking her people... She was filled with self-doubt that at any moment she would make the wrong decision that led to the unnecessary death of either of their peoples. 

The others on the council didn’t see it this way. They kept telling her to get it over with and kill the outsiders, but Klark had a feeling that they had the knowledge to pass on. For as much as they knew about the world around them, reports of machinery and weapons that they had never seen were too great an opportunity to pass up. Hopefully, the rest of the council would see her side. 

This all changed when a man tied up and hooded was dragged into her throne room. He was grunting, inaudibly, probably gagged. He was thrown to his knees before her, but Klark would not have any of this. 

“Nou bilaik koma hir.” The commander stood, her cape whisking the steps as she descended to the man. Her anger flashed at the men who brought the stranger in and they stepped away. The rest of the council shuddered, looking down or away from Klark. 

Bending to her knee, Heda lifted the hood from the strangers head. She was cautious, knowing that how he had been treated would not yield a peaceful response. She held up her hands, with a soft look on her face, before removing the gag from his mouth. His hands were still bound, but hopefully, he would show signs of peace so they could be removed.

“I am sorry that you have been treated this way. I am Klark, leader of my people. I will not allow you to be harmed any longer.”

[archivedsardoniicxsouks]

𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓇𝓀𝑒 & 𝐸𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓊𝓈 || 𝐻/𝑅 𝒜𝒰

@rebellhearted

Battles had broken out among the larger villages at the outer ring of his kingdom. All his villages had were petty little gatherings of common folk wielding swords and spears as they attempted to gather enough people to battle raiders from the south. He’d ridden out himself -- with half his soldiers -- in order to stop the raiders from gaining access to his lands. It was bloody and exhausting; his armor was splattered with mud and blood by the time the battle came to a close. They had managed to push them back into their lands, raiding their villages as a message in case they got any ideas for vengeance. 

His men and women were ruthless in the battlefield, killing all in sight and taking whatever they wished. King Erebus rode through the ruins of one of the villages as he prepared to gather his soldiers for the ride back home. A flutter of golden hair caught his eye and he rode closer, grinning as he saw the pretty little blonde hiding away amidst the destruction. He lifted a hand when one of his men started approaching her with his sword, “No. This one is mine.” The king moved closer and gave a low, appreciative hum when he was close enough to see her curves and strikingly beautiful features. “Aren’t you lovely. What’s your name, sweetheart?” he waited, not giving her much of a chance to say anything because he was grabbing and starting to tie her up seconds later, hands freely roaming over her body as he did so. “Such a pretty thing. Fret not, I’ll give you a better home.” mocking, cruel words coming from the man that had led the charge. They would be on their way back into his kingdom now, resting in one of the nicer towns closer to his palace. 

[etchedinash]

Nothing Good Ever Lasts

@rebellhearted

As the sun began to set on the third day since the new arrival, Heda was enjoying her pastime with Clarke after a duty-filled day. Harper and Monty had met her in the morning to discuss them staying. Their new shelter and responsibilities had to be determined while Lexa educated them on how things worked within their growing society. She made time to gift Willow her wooden wolf sculpture, which was received with happy squeals and hugs. After ordering for Clarke’s new shelter to be set up at the nearest open area of her tent, she bid farewell to Bellamy and the rest of the newcomers when they left to continue traveling west. 

Finn and his buddies, surprisingly, stayed behind much to her dismay.

Lexa very much doubted they had a sudden change of heart. Anya persuaded her that they would have a sparring session next morning to plot out how they would proceed with their undesired guests. She was looking forward to it for various reasons. Exerting her frustration over Finn, besting her mentor, and distracting from her waning self-restraint whenever she was alone with Clarke. 

“I hope you’re satisfied with the closeness and the bed. If you want to change the layout, feel free to ask for help moving around furniture. For decoration, maybe you could eventually pin up some of your drawings?” Lexa suggested as she strolled alongside Clarke to attend dinner together. She had just wrapped up showing the spacious tent that would serve as Clarke’s new home. “I have to admit I’m waiting patiently for the chance to admire your illustrations.”

[itwcntsurviveme-a]

Plotted Starter @rebellhearted​ for Murphy

Mourning was never easy, especially when your coping mechanisms consist of figuratively outrunning your feelings by focusing on work. Fingers touched the exhaust pipe of the dusty motorcycle as she remembered Shaw’s relaxed smile. He would have loved this. The sharp pain in her chest was accompanied by a warm fondness for the man. In all honesty, she hardly knew him. Most of the time they spent together, they were on opposing sides. Still, in the short time she knew him, he gave her something Raven hadn’t had in a very long time. The affection left as quickly as it came. After everything they’ve gone through, the only thing they had to show for it was a grave. 

After trying to tame the temperamental engine for another few minutes, she decided to call it a night. Ryker was probably still at the Naming Ceremony and, frankly, she didn’t particularly want to stay late enough to run into him again. Walking back, everyone in Sanctum seemed beside themselves in excitement. Whatever this Naming Day signified was obviously huge but it definitely gave her some majorly cult vibes. She couldn’t wait until they could get a game plan together and get the hell out of this place. As she entered the Tavern, she glanced around for anyone in their group but it seemed as though they were either attending the naming day or possibly went to sleep. Slumping her shoulders in relief, Raven walked behind the bar, took a bottle of whiskey with her before settling herself down at the bar. 

“Happy Naming Day.” She drawled bitterly as she poured herself a glass, swirling the amber liquid a bit before taking a drink. 

[tenebris-ignis666]

@rebellhearted reblogged THIS for a starter with Obsidian 

Obsidian sighed as he walked back through the woods his flashlight illuminating every dark corner, his face darkened with a frown.  Some old lady had called and said some hooligan was back here starting fires, but if Obsidian’s nose was telling him anything there was no one back here starting fires.  Sighing again as he let the flashlight go over the tree’s again as he continued walking rolling his shoulders as he tried to ignore the itch in his chest as IT reached out for the shadows he was pushing back with the high beam light.  Frowning as he pulled his walkie Talkie out and moved to push the button to call it in when he saw movement, frowning he sent the beam in that direction frowning he furrowed his brow. 

[spiritinthemate]

Holding on to hope, in a world that tries to break you, is the ultimate act of rebellion.