here’s a reminder that octavia’s life on the ark was hell. she had to sleep under the floor and hide from everyone, her mother had to prostitute herself to keep her safe and octavia herself was imprisoned for literally being alive.
so before you shit on her for being upset about lincoln in a guard inform - think about what that sight means to her, what it triggers in her.
octavia blake is so much more than just a warrior girl. she’s still a girl whose feelings are valid and who’s allowed to cry.
'Why?’ she pouts, half laughing. 'What if I want to be the sun?’
He smiles, that slow glowing half smile she loves, and takes her hand.
'The sun…it’s too inconsistent. Too obvious. Sure, some days are beautiful, but others are cloudy, tired, dull. But the stars- they’re always there. They’re always bright, glowing, peaceful…constant, even behind the clouds. Guiding you, I guess. And that’s what you do. You’re my North Star.’
'Alright then. You can be my moon,’ she grins.
'Perfect. And together, we’re all of the night sky. ’
j.f // all of the night sky • excerpts of stories I will never write
My vacations are oveerr so now It will take me more time to be able to post any finished pics, sadly D:. I have to paint a lot of new pieces for a college project ´v` BUT I will still have tons of doodles.
While my actual piece for State of Grace (by the awesome @dragonsinparis) is on the making (it won’t show up until at least next month thanks to all this stuff I gotta paint), get this quickie for one of the moments that broke me. GO READ THAT THING AND SHATTER INTO TINY PIECES WITH ME. THIS FIC IS FLAWLES JUST GO i-i