#waldenstationed

[hevives]

❛  why should i believe you now when you've told nothing but lies?  ❜ from @waldenstationed !

MURPHY HAD BEEN TO HELL , had felt what waits for him on the other side. it was pure desperation & fear that lead him along the path to immortality . . . one that left him worse off than before, leaving a path of betrayal in his wake.

raven was right; if hell was what he wanted to avoid, the answer was morality, not immortality. and now he had to help clean up their mess . . . maintain peace. the road out of hell was long, and murphy was just beginning.

there's a flash of guilt in murphy's eyes and a tension that settles in his jaw. ❛ i didn't know, ❜ he says. he still sees abby when he closes his eyes . . . the guilt a knife in his gut. ignorance didn't matter now, though. the truth of the matter was: he'd gotten her killed. just like his own father.

❛ i'm sorry. ❜ murphy breathes. ❛ believe me or don't . . . but i'm sorry, helo. ❜

[skysplita]

@waldenstationed asked: get out of my way . i won’t tell you again .

" So what're you going to do? Feed this whole damn camp on your own? " Octavia's rebuttal was harsh, and impatient; almost as abrasive as the morning sun cutting through the overhead canopy of swaying trees, past the drop ship's towering awning — a sun she'd yet to acclimate to the way the others had. A sun she'd only really glimpsed at once, in nerve - addled passing, before her cover had been blown, and her cloistered, claustrophobic world on the Ark had changed forever.

Down on the ground, it was different. Where the rules up in space had been stringent, unforgiving in every sense, the mandates that kept the hydroponics farms working and the oxygen flowing no longer existed. Neither did factory station's steel walls — or the hollowed storage space beneath her mother's sewing desk where she'd spent hours huddled up, hiding in the dark. Down here, the status quo had shifted, molded by hunger, by a collective fear of a perceived enemy they couldn't see.

Helo couldn't have her floated or locked up for insubordination down here, let alone sway her from the vast unknown.

" You can't keep me from what's out there, " she shot back, foot still resting on the crosshatched scrap metal gate with unveiled insolence. " I'm going too. "

[spacewa1k]

"What if they find you first? What then?"

SHE'S LUCKY SHE'S JUST SECURED THE BOMB IN HER BACKPACK, otherwise, the highly explosive material might have ended up on the floor and the grounders would have been the least of their problems. helo has taken a liking to her, she knows. she enjoys his company, as well. it had been a breath of fresh air in the clammy atmosphere of her tent. making bullet after bullet after bullet... it does little to compare to losing the person who once was her whole world. there was a time when he'd do everything to keep her safe. even suffering a sentence that would've killed her. now, he doesn't show the same guts when it would keep the entire camp safe.

whatever, she doesn't need him. it'd been easier to ignore helo, lie again, and sneak out of the camp. but the moment she turns, blood runs again from her nose. it doesn't stop her. " doesn't matter, " she snaps moving past him. it's more of a challenge to make it to the bridge in the first place. " the alternative is them coming to finish us off as soon as they cross the bridge while the whole damn camp is coughing blood. " finn is more worried about clarke, bellamy can't fucking take the shot. it's all up to her. same as always. " i have to do this. "

[solarodes]

HIS FRAME TREMBLES AS IT TAKES A MOMENT TO GATHER HIS SURROUNDINGS. blue eyes rapidly blinking until they settle on whiskey coloured ones. shaky fingers raise to wrap around the other's wrist to ground himself. his mouth opens, and closes, unable to say that tonight's demons dated much further than the horrors of the ground. " doesn't matter, " he murmurs, letting helo's kiss drag him back to reality. this reality; his warm embrace, the love that radiates from helo, his gentle support. matthias never thought he'd experience a love like this, much less when they'd first met. but, nights like these, as unpleasant as they were, cemented a simple fact. " i'm back with you. " and gods, he loved him more than anything.

hand is splayed out 'pon matthias's chest, urgent in the way that he presses down lithely and shakes the other in a desperate attempt to wake @solarodes from what looks to be a unnerving nightmare. helo recognizes them within himself, nights haunted by the memories of what they have all endured since landing on the ground years prior. he hates that he is unable to soothe the pain for the other, placate any open wounds as a balm. when helo sees matthias open his eyes, there's a sigh of relief that spills free in the air as his spine no longer stiffens. "hey... that sounded like a bad one," he whispers, lips barely hovering over matthias's forehead, pressing a tender kiss. "where did you go?"

[salvatoraes]

answer some questions and i'll assign you a tarot card.

death.

you need rest. more than anything, you must allow yourself rest. death is frightening – it is inevitable, it is unstoppable – but, it can also be a thing of great beauty. it is an agent of change. it is the forest fire that paves way for new life. allow yourself this rest, and be prepared for the change to come. brace yourself. it will be hard, it will not be kind, but you are more than ready. you just need to rest first. / NUMBER: 13 / UPRIGHT: endings, change, transformation, transition / REVERSED: resistance to change, personal transformation, inner purging.

tagged by : @elenaes <3 tagging : @forbaes , @snnynatural , @greedaeye ( for xaden ) , @waldenstationed & you, steal it & tag me !

[endyured]

what is a battlefield but a body? you spend so many nights dreaming of spilling your blood to the moonlight, slipping out of your bones, and slithering into the soul of someone else.

independent and selective original character for the hbo remastered version of the show "the hundred." heavily affiliated with my own creations and headcanons of the ark culture found on @waldenstationed. vesper embodies resilience and determination, navigating the harsh realities of a post-apocalyptic world while fiercely protecting her child's future.

vesper sloane grew up on walden station, a smaller, often overlooked habitat that served as a factory station for the ark. life there was gritty and industrial, with the constant hum of machinery and the smell of metal and oil filling the air. vesper’s parents were workers, engaged in maintenance and production, which instilled in her a strong work ethic and an understanding of the importance of survival. as she navigated the challenges of her environment, vesper developed a fierce independence and a determination to carve her own path, often clashing with the rigid authority figures who ran the station.

however, she formed a deep bond with a young man assigned as a security detail on the station whose name is karl. together, they dreamed of escaping the oppressive confines of the ark, yearning for freedom and the unknown possibilities of earth. eventually, it felt like it was just the two of them against the world. until there came a time when mornings were plagued by sickness, and a delay in her periods. when vesper discovered she was pregnant, her dreams were suddenly complicated by the reality of impending motherhood.

as the oxygen levels in the ark began to dwindle, panic spread throughout the stations. as a security member, karl was privy to information that impacted his following moves. learning of the ark losing oxygen at a rapid recession, he hears of the plan to send delinquents down to the dropship. to protect vesper, and their child, he makes a plan to replace a delinquent's spot on the dropship with her. vesper was unbeknownst to this plan, until the hour that security guards were rushing delinquents onto the dropship, and karl managed to bribe a female delinquent to switch with vesper, lying to the delinquent that she would be guaranteed safety without mentioning the fact that she would be stuck on an ark that was losing oxygen.

from there, vesper is sent down to the ground, her belly soon to be swollen, having to learn to navigate being on earth and learning to survive.

SEASON 01:

vesper’s journey begins as she successfully sneaks onto the dropship per karl's plan, joining the delinquents on their descent to the ground. the transition from the ark to earth is jarring, filled with both wonder and danger as she grapples with her new reality.

as she navigates the unfamiliar landscape, vesper deals with the physical and emotional demands of her pregnancy. she struggles to find her place among the other delinquents while dealing with the absence of her boyfriend, karl.

toward the season's end, vesper gives birth in a harsh environment on the second floor of the dropship. the experience is traumatic, and she loses a significant amount of blood, raising the stakes for her survival in this unforgiving world. due to this, she is not taken into mount weather under the guise that she may already have lost too much blood, but her child is taken in an embrace alongside of the delinquents, parting her from her own child before she even gets the chance to know him.

SEASON 02:

vesper is taken in by the people who have landed from the ark, learning that her boyfriend was based in walden station, and they are seeking out others who may have survived. later in the season, she comes face to face with the tragic image of her station crashed on the side of a mountain, and the loss of the father of her child.

she is also on a war to find her child once more, learning that they have taken him into the care of mount weather, unbeknownst to the horrors that wait for them. she is determined to get her child back, growing agitated each passing day that she is not with them.

vesper begins to understand the complexities of grounder culture, recognizing the need for diplomacy and cooperation to ensure her child's safety in the future. her determination to survive drives her to learn their ways. she feels as though if the sky people and earthborns are at war, then they will never be safe, and her child will not have a promised future.

she seeks to mediate between the sky people and the grounders, using her unique perspective to advocate for peace. vesper's headstrong nature helps her assert herself in tense situations. but as she navigates the political landscape, vesper forms critical alliances with earthborns scattered across different clans.

SEASON 03:

to be added.

SEASON 04:

to be added.

[pvirtues-blog]

     ‘  Es una regla ancestral del campamento.  ’ canturreó el castaño, luciendo una fanfarrona sonrisa en sus carmesís. ‘  Los novatos deben llevar nuestro equipaje a las cabañas, así que adelante.  ’ mintió a la silueta contraria, a la espera de que la misma se ocupase de sus valijas. 

[silvciro-blog]

Quejumbrosa pena atacaba sus sienes en forma de punzadas, cada segundo aumentando su resolución de no volver a tocar elixir alcohólico hasta el final del verano. Victima de sus propios excesos, tras rendirse de una persecución infructuosa de algo de alimento matutino, emprendió camino hacia la oficina de la enfermera en busca de algún alivio. Los predios se encontraban desiertos a su llegada, pero creía recordar la posición de las pastillas que buscaba en aquel gabinete de la derecha... Pasos a sus espaldas resonaron al momento de darse cuenta de la inexistencia de las píldoras en posición de antaño, y, con la presunción de que se trataba de la encargada del espacio, habló antes de encarar a su compañía. “¿Las aspirinas ya no están por aquí?”  

[hjaesungs-blog]

“¿No debería haber alguien dirigiendo a los novatos?” Inquiere, a la persona que se encuentra a su lado mientras observa su alrededor con molestia. “Han estado corriendo como idiotas todo el rato.” Los nuevos parecen estar más que perdidos, cruzándose en su camino y acabando con el tranquilo ambiente que el joven busca disfrutar.

[rcwenv-blog]

Después que se había recuperado —una gran parte— de los sucesos de la fogata y la cantidad de alcohol que había ingerido su sistema, decidió que el resto de su día sería más tranquilo. Se puso su bañador y fue donde el lago se encontraba, tomando lugar a una corta distancia de la orilla y reposando su anatomía en la toalla que había puesto sobre el suelo. Se puso sus gafas y oscuras y su walkman reproducía Roxanne de The Police, se quedó así por un momento, dejando que los rayos solares bañaran su anatomía, ya se preocuparía después por las secuelas de la falta de bloqueador solar. Se mantuvo en paz hasta que sintió una obstrucción de la luz. “Me estás tapando la luz.” Su tono fue irónico, lo normal en él. 

[hevives]

what are you the patron saint of ?

patron saint of blood. patron saint of the life that flows through our bodies. patron saint of violence. patron saint of love. something that does not watch over but exists within: not for protection but for vitality. there is no passion without a beating heart at its core. when that heart breaks open, someone has to be responsible for what it bleeds.

tagged by : @skysplita & @sunlightreverie ! tagging : @myhiraeth , @g0dteeth , @waldenstationed , & whoever wants to !

[woodxc-blog]

       “¿Cuanto crees que me cueste sobornar a la cocinera para que me deje hornear algo?”

[rcnniey]

“¿Escuchaste que este año traerán a U2 para la fogata de bienvenida?” con una sonrisilla, cuestionó a la persona más cercana. “Al parecer tomaron en cuenta mis sugerencias.”

[salvatoraes]

stefan feels the cautiousness, the carefulness that's bouncing off helo. he wishes he didn't feel cautious about this but he also understands. he understands what it's like to tip toe around adjusting into being a vampire. even after all these years he still remembers the feeling of being a new one. " i know, i know i don't have to. but i want to. " he takes a step forward, exhaling. " i wish i had someone to help me back when i was adjusting, i don't want you to go through it alone or without any help. " the elder vampire looks over at helo, sympathy & concern on his features. " oh, for sure passed that but we don't have to talk about the vampire parts either. "

"you don't have to do this, you know..." his gaze does not waver from @salvatoraes around the room, cautious and careful about approaching the next topic with gentle care. it's still new, fresh; like a wound that has yet to heal, still desperate to stitch together. his transition has been a painful one, but helo is finally getting a grip on it. perhaps he can adjust to immortality.. "i think we passed the stop where we can just change myself into being human again."

[jvckic]

    ‘  uhm, hola.. lamento molestarte.. por casualidad, ¿no haz visto una maleta lavanda por aquí?  ’ preguntó con cierto tono preocupado pero con esperanza, por qué debía ser tan distraída y no haber visto dónde había dejado sus pertenencias. 

[astrceas-blog]

No importa cuántos intentos haga para dormir, cuántas veces se voltee en la cama, le resulta imposible conciliar el sueño. Sin embargo, no le molesta. Es consciente de que si Morfeo no quiere llevarla al mundo de los sueños todavía, existe una razón. Abandona su cabaña, acompañada de la frazada sobre sus hombros, ya que a pesar de ser verano, las temperaturas descienden en la noche. Andar se detiene al momento en que una figura se cruza en su camino. “Hey, ¿puedo hacerte compañía?” Sílabas abandonan pétalos con suavidad.