“ you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. ” @mcintyrie / ( starter call. )

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“ you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. ” @mcintyrie / ( starter call. )

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❝ we’re two of the most frightening ghouls i’ve ever known. ❞ // REAR WINDOW ( 1954 ) PROMPTS // @mcintyrie
“Speak for yourself,” he grumbled into the lip of his beer bottle, taking a swig of fermented grain watered down and pissed out again.
He huffed. Isn’t like there’s anything better to drink around here.
“You,” Murphy began, pointing at Harper with his bottle, “I can understand. But me?” He shrugged, tilting his head to the side, “Too handsome.”
All good and said with jest. Settled down next to Harper away from the rest of the pack in the mess hall. HIs jaw stills smarts from yesterday’s excursion. If another fucker raised their hand against him again--- It’s done. It’s over.
No promises.
Hold his beer; take his jacket. Harper’s going to have to hold him back.
Bella nestled between his legs on the floor, purring loudly with content, Waiting for the next scrap Harper will through her way. She yawned, shaking her head. Patience the name of her game tonight.
He reached down, scratching between her ears. Smirking when she preened for him, butting into his hand with soft affection. A full fledge adult cat now with a fierce fucking bite and claws sharp enough to take down any prey she’s set her eyes on.
“You’re making her fat,” he complained, scowling.
@mcintyrie asked and i delivered oop~
she wakes with a jolt, followed by a scream that echoes in the room. her heart thunders in her chest and, faintly, she can hear the frantic beeping of machines. multiple hands are touching her shoulders, pushing her back down on the cot and disconnecting the wires that are connected to her chest. someone tells clarke to breathe and she does just that. in through the nose, out through the mouth. once, twice, three times. jackson’s voice drifts into her ears, telling her she’s okay and safe. clarke blinks a few times to get used to the brightness of the room... wait, why does it look like she’s back in the ark? blue eyes widen, darting around to take in her surroundings. it definitely looks like the ark med bay before the crash. chapped lips part but before she can ask where she is, a movement out of the corner of her eye catches her attention. her head snaps to the left and suddenly it’s like she’s kicked in the chest and the air leaves her lungs. because staring back at her is someone she hasn’t seen in years—a century, technically. “ h-harper? ”
@mcintyrie asked; “i’m not afraid.” ⋆`. “the 100″ starters
“ good . ” the blonde with a single bob of her head , sure as anything . “ there’s no need to be , we’re safe here . ” the sound of battle surrounds the tower , azgeda trying again to overthrough heda . she’s down there in the fray , where clarke can’t see her . runners are sent up to her every few minutes , asking for her input . she knows she’s of more use here . a wave of nausea hits her and she’s forced over to grip her knees , breath escaping her lungs . she looks to harper first and then to the boy bursting through her door . “ tell them to move from the south wall — quickly ! ”
@mcintyrie asked; ❝ better you than anybody else. ❞ ⋆`. quotes taken from critical role’s series named undeadwood, part IV :
leather covers her form , all her own kills . two bear teeth hang from either wrist . hair loose and straight to her waist save for a few braids . the war paint is on . wanheda doesn’t just look the part today , she is the part . there is no sign of clarke griffin . “ i don’t kill for skaikru anymore , harper . ” every muscle in her body is locked , two of the handmaidens standing by the door exchange a concerned look . her eyes are glass , not a single emotion found there . “ you will have to figure a way out of this hole you’ve dug for yourselves on your own . ”

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