#groundrisen

there  are  some  muns  i  have  noticed  who  have  been nothing  but  kind  and  welcoming  to  the  fandom.  they  might  not  be  as  well  known  as  some,  but  i  think  they  deserve  recognition!  in  rpc  it  is  far  too  easy  to  get  caught  up  in  cliques  or  in  trying  to  fit  a  certain  mold. so  i  find  it  so  lovely  to  see  people  who  just  purely  themselves  and  here  to  write  and  be  inclusive. anyone  tagged  in  this,  i  know  i’m  not  the  best  graphic  maker  but  i  want  to  make  you  something  nice,  so  shoot  me  a  message  (  or  comment  to  this  )  with  a  favorite  season  or  resource  for  your  muse/fc  and  i’ll  make  you  a  little  something !!  

          clarke had been seeing people one by one climbing out of the bunker, taking in the fresh air and trying to help other people get out. then there was just an outpour of people, groups trying to see what was left of this planet. clarke stood by her rover with madi for a while, until a familiar face rose from the bunker. ❛ niylah... ❜ the name left her lips in a breath of relief. her feet carried her closer to the woman. ❛ niylah! ❜ she called a little louder once she was within a few feet from her. ❛ i’m so glad that you’re alive-- ❜ she smiled tearfully.

a soft groan. at first that was all she could manage. her PAIN tolerance was high but the pain she felt was still more than she’d IMAGINED it would’ve been. her vision remained BLURRED for longer than one would’ve liked -- or so the warrior thought. even though the MEMORIES were BLAND and FADED, she’d remembered ECHO’S blade, the air leaving her lungs as her heels tipped over the EDGE of the cliff. HELIOS. home. 

         a cold wind slipped through the crack in the door of clarke’s room as her eyes flutter open. dull rays of sunlight spill in from the early morning through the window. trying to save the world wasn’t an easy job; but she needed to rise and shine and prepare herself for a day of possible death and black rain. and as she extends her body to stretch, she turns her head to let her eyes fall against the slightly paled skin and dirty blonde hair of niylah, and she forgets about everything else for a moment.

              there’s a small shadow of a smile over clarke’s lips. but still, she pushes herself up from the bed and swings her legs over the side, making sure to move quietly and not to wake the girl beside her. 

[ text ;; niylah ] look i got NO clue how this happened ok

[ text ;; niylah ] i thought i ordered something entirely else??? and now im stuck with a chinchilla? like wtf???

Jasper watches as Niylah makes the tea in front of him. Jasper was resigned to let her do it herself but Jasper had to watch, needed to know how so he could make more for his people. The music is less deafening in this room, Jasper’s ears however still ring from it, pleasant sounds, the sound of a party. Jasper remembers her movements, making note of the amounts, the stoichiometry, the hand movements, the precision. It was why he was a master at chemistry, ability to watch and learn like no other, even while being wasted. With uplifted eyebrows and a sly smile,