Not pictured: 39084720947234 stacks of Bloodstone Dust
So I decided to do SERIOUS summer cleaning of Aidan’s inventory. I’ve seen people do the What’s in my Bag meme thing so I gave that a twist and turned into a What’s in my Inventory meme so everyone can see how much useless stuff I lug around while I’m crying every 10 minutes about my inventory being full.
delta: actually pretty expressive? u just gotta be good at reading his body language. also, really easily flustered. like Really Easily.
theta: loves stickers. like a lot. theyll put them on everything including armor n helmets and legit anything u can think of. its 100% an honor to be Sticker’d™
eta: constantly anxious. if theyre relaxed its a miracle, theyre very easily stressed out. on that note they really like white noise generators n stuff, the audio keeps em calm (theyre the type of person to have headphones in 24/7)
iota: really happy and upbeat n also pretty low empathy? like theyre good at comforting they just Cant Relate (thats etas job). also will kick ur ass if u hurt eta or theta
omega: deep, deep down, he unironically loves be my bad boy by cascada. very, very deep. also he listens to nightcore a shocking amount
gamma: his sense of humor is not limited to knock knock jokes. literally any lame thing he will find hilarious. hes got a meme folder. theyre all terrible
sigma: constantly gets in arguments with delta abt metastability etc. they both have pretty even tones so its like the most heated discussion thats also a complete deadpan uve ever seen.
warnings: smut, perhaps could be viewed as dubious consent, with like a heavy filter… it is a sex pollen fic
Clarke hated being polite, sometimes she just wanted to say no, I want to go back to my tent and sleep
for a couple of days. But sometimes, life didn’t work like that, sometimes
you just have to man up and do the right thing. Still, when you get stuck get
stuck in this situation, you just want to be back in your own bed, curled
beneath a tattered blanket trying not to think of Bellamy Blake… wait, what?
No, just relaxing, just relax and do nothing for once.
here she was, seated on a lavish chair with Bellamy kneeling beside her, a clay
plate piled high with strange fruits that Clarke had never seen before. It was so
strange to be seated with this group of Grounder women surrounding her, men all
kneeling before or beside them.
of the Kru’s who shared a border with the Trikru had invited Clarke (and by
extension Bellamy) to the Harvest festival. She had been reluctant to attend
the festival, not entirely sure why it was necessary for her to attend when any
number of their people could have gone. But their emissary had insisted it be
her, and when Lincoln had whispered something in Bellamy’s ear and he had
volunteered (volunteered isn’t a strong enough word, not for the way Bellamy
cornered her after the meeting, standing just close enough that she could feel
the heat radiating off his body and it felt like his dark eyes were piercing
straight into her soul, the way he practically told her with a stern look that
he was going, whether she liked it or not).
I just wish u didnt write plasmashiipy stuff cause theres not much of it nd im sick of wading through all ur KAI AND LLOYD R BROTHERS TEE HEE SEE WHAT I DID shit to get to the good fics like u dont have to make evrrything abt hating greenflame but u do nd its so extra
“I wish you didnt write for a ship you enjoy and be so EXTRA about hating pedophilia” ok so once again this discourse i didnt ask for is about whatsit. guess what you cant control what i write! and i write decent shit! and you seem to have a misunderstanding of my character because i am, in fact, very extra