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𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞   𝐢𝐬   𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.   

               goosebumps rise against her skin as she shudders involuntarily. the feeling in her stomach is one that she is not fond of, a knot that settled in her very core. chest rises & falls slowly despite how heavy it feels. 

        ‘ i don’t plan on getting   caught   .  so are you going to help or are you just going to stand there ? ‘   

@suspectedalways​

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       𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭    𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬   against her chest. she can feel her blood course through her veins, feeling her skin become clammy. it doesn’t help that the corridor is dimly lit with a flickering light flashing on & off intermittently. fingers are curled into a fist as she heightens her stance, only to let a sigh of relief out of her mouth. she hastily whispers, 

‘   --- what are you doing ?  ‘      

   ‘  nevermind that -- did anyone   FOLLOW   you  ?  ‘

@almostchosen​

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      𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝   𝐤𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬   hidden poorly in grey wraps, red tainting at the surface. sweat glistens against her pale skin, muscles aching with soreness. bright blue hues now dull. she sits on the hard concrete. fingers graze against the uneven pavement as she stays silent, leveling her breaths to her baseline. 

       ‘       this is 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. ‘

@gonpleiga​

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friendly reminder that even if i take ages to reply, i still want to roleplay with you

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  starter call  !     varying  lengths.  

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                                    𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍.

                            private + independent multimuse ft. the 100,  dragon                             age,  asoiaf,  & more.  18+.  scavenged by lori.  ( x )

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𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐭  to the following people for supporting me through my choppy ass rp career: @mercyburned​ @skysplita​ @lightcreators​

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𝐬𝐡𝐞    𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭    𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞    𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟   .  .  .

       her porcelain skin did not hide the  ( scars ) she acquired over the years. the ones on the surface of her body & hidden behind her pride are the ones buried deep in her soul. innocence --- purity seemed like a ways from here. forced to give up childhood once they set foot into the world that they know now. 

          calloused finger tips rub against her eyelids, allowing her sight to adjust for a brief moment before they fall onto the brunette.

         ‘        you should be with the others , you know ? ‘ 

@skysplita​ // 𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐚

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         the feeling gnaws at her stomach, feeling as if there is an infinite knot settled in the core of her body. tris attempts to keep her face stoic as possible, trying her best to live up to her upbringing yet her eyes falter. blue hues scream her  truths . 

         ‘ maya .  .  .  drop it    , alright ? ‘  

@mercyburned​ // MAYA 

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We’re lucky to be in the city. They say the war was terrible, that the rest of the world was destroyed. Our founders built the wall to keep us safe, and they divided us into five groups, factions, to keep the peace.

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- ̗̀ 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒   ̖́-   ( @skysplita​ said: “no one is coming in and no one is getting out. ” / octavia )

𝐢𝐧   𝐚   𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤   𝐨𝐟   𝐚𝐧   𝐞𝐲𝐞 .  .  . 

          the world that they knew would be OVER. eleven grounder clans sharing one space, one motive : to 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄 , yet nobody wants to discuss the cost of living. the SACRIFICES made, the sacrifices they will eventually have to make. a constant cycle of bloodshed, tears & forced growth. 

                  she pinches the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes for a brief second. only hoping that the future held an answer. a sigh escapes from tired lips as she brings heavy eyes to meet octavia’s. 

     ‘ don’t worry, you can count on us --- okay ? ‘ 

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- ̗̀ 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒   ̖́-   ( @mercyburned​: “ i realized how naive i have been. ” / finn )

𝐬𝐡𝐞    𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬    𝐚    𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡.  

          who said the ‘ STIFF ‘ doesn’t have a sense of humor ? although tris did not have much experience herself, a blind man could tell how finn felt about raven. despite the unspoken words about the newly acclaimed member of their group, he seemed different around her --- gravitating towards one other without realizing it. 

                   sure, finn’s own mother had a hunch, but tris did not realize how serious it had gotten until now. her & finn both at a crossroads . . . somehow his situation brought her relief. ( misery loves company. )   

      ‘ hmm . . . the tables have turned, haven’t they ?  ‘ 

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- ̗̀ 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒   ̖́-   ( @mercyburned​: “ never feel guilty for starting again. ” / finn )

               𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭    𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝    𝐡𝐞𝐫.   their time hopping from faction to faction       trying to find safety amidst the pure chaos surrounding them. the grief of her parents DEATH seemed to creep against her, slipping through the cracks of the pristine iron image she tried to form while in dauntless. although they were divergent, they were only human. 

          ‘ how can I  not  ?   even when I feel like things seem okay, the guilt gnaws at me.  .  .   ‘