hello my babies!

i have decided to archive this blog and make a side blog to my multi-muse account instead to make life just a little bit easier on me instead of bouncing between chrome profiles! this way i can probably do replies more often, especially during work since i wont be limited to how much i can have open!!

go follow the new blog at : @skaikruzayden !!

@multi-royalty asked: “Thank god you’re breathing.” (aspen)

⸻ ZAYDEN'S EYES SLOWLY BLINKED OPEN AND HE SQUINTED UP AT ASPEN HOVERED ABOVE HIM. the dirt was rough and scratchy beneath his skin and he could hear gunfire a short distance away followed by one of the delinquents' shouts. what was going on? and how the hell did he end up on the ground like this? "pen? what   . . .   what happened? are we under attack?"

@guiltye asked: "who did this to you?" from ryan m.

⸻ "I   . . .   I DON'T KNOW. IT ALL HAPPENED SO QUICK," zayden groaned, pulling himself up to prop himself against a tree. he'd been on patrol when he'd been sidelined and blacked out until ryan shook him awake. his gun had been kicked a few feet away and he could feel some dried up blood along the side of his head. great. another trip to medbay for him when he got back to arkadia. his hazel eyes scanned around them, but the woods seemed to be silent now aside from him and ryan. "i think a grounder, maybe. one second i heard rustling and the next im blacking out."

@guiltye asked: "who did this to you?" from raven r.

⸻ WELL   . . .   THIS WAS EMBARRASSING. he'd been hoping he could find a way to hide all of this before anyone saw him, but leave it to the mechanic to be the one to see him. his head ducked down in embarrassment as his legs swung from the bed in medbay. abby had just treated up his bruising and told him it'd go away in a few days. he'd just be sore for a bit and would have a nice shiner until it faded. "believe it or not    . . .   it was clarke. i might have defended bellamy on something and she did not take it well."

@guiltye asked: "who did this to you?" from bellamy b.

⸻ ZAYDEN FLINCHED WHEN BELLAMY GRABBED HIM BY THE FACE TO INSPECT THE DAMAGE. he wanted so badly to slap away his boyfriend's hands, but he knew that shooing away bellamy blake wasn't something that could be done. not when he cared about you and wanted to do whatever it took to protect you. to avenge whatever wrong had been done to you. bellamy had looked out for zayden ever since they met and zayden owed a lot to the beautiful man before him. sometimes zayden was still surprised that the other actually existed. "it's nothing   . . .   " he trailed off, trying to gently pull his face away from bellamy. how did zayden tell bellamy that this came from pike himself? a man that bellamy was all too adamant about giving his loyalty to? "it was dark on shift and i tripped. smacked my face on metal or something, i don't know. i couldn't really see."

@guiltye continued . . . [ thread ]

⸻ ZAYDEN COULDN'T EVEN BELIEVE HE HAD TO SAY THOSE WORDS TO BELLAMY BLAKE IN THAT MOMENT. this was a side of bellamy that he had never seen before in all the time that he'd known the boy. never seen this   . . .    diabolical side of him. the bellamy that zayden knew would have never shot first and asked questions later. he would have gotten the answers before sending someone up to their own death. they didn't even have the full story before bellamy allowed murphy to be noosed up. all they had was murphy's switchblade to go off right now and zayden would have liked more insight to things himself. how could bellamy just let john murphy die without getting more answers?

his eyes glanced behind him to the chanting one hundred that chanted at bellamy to do something and lead them. he could see octavia just a few steps from him with eyes wide as that deer they had seen earlier that morning before it ran off from them frightened. zayden went to open his mouth again, but he was too late. because before he could even get a single syllable out, the bucket is kicked from beneath murphy's feet and the kid is left to hang and suffocate. "bellamy, what the fuck, dude?!" he shouted, grabbing for bellamy's shoulder and turning him around. "you can't just pick off people like this. let him down. now."

@guiltye continued . . . [ thread ]

⸻ ZAYDEN DIDN'T TRUST THIS WHOLE CITY OF LIGHT BULLSHIT THAT JAHA WAS PREACHING ABOUT. none of it made sense to him at all. he saw the way that some of the people that took the chip began to act a little funny. he saw the way his own people were just   . . .   not themselves. he couldn't quite put his finger on it just yet but none of this was natural. there was no way this random little chip could be the saving light for all of them. especially not with how freaked out raven looked right now. he took a miniscule step closer to her, holding out a hand as if to offer his help. but what could he really do? bellamy was better in these situations than him.

"raven, look   --   " he stopped mid-sentence when raven turned to pure air and yelled. his eyes swooped over to the vacant space before they were back on her again. yeah, this was definitely not good at all. he didn't think he'd ever seen the mechanic so panicked and distressed in all the time he'd known her. a clearing of his throat is the only sound in the room after and he moved closer to her. "raven, there has to be something i can do to help. get you supplies or do some research. i don't like the sound of this bitch anymore than you do."

⸻ ZAYDEN RELEASED A TIRED CHUCKLE AND SCRATCHED THE BACK OF HIS NECK. that was definitely an understatement. his muscles felt like they were weighed down by rocks and all he wanted to do right now was crash into his and bellamy's bed. however, zayden owed a lot to abby griffin and he'd suffer through another few minutes of standing on his feet to check on her. his eyes followed the other doctors as they vacated medbay and he furrowed his eyebrows as his hazel eyes landed back on abby. "clarke? what's she gotten into this time?"

She smiled, "thank you for coming on my request, I'm aware your day has been long". Abby had just finished up on her last patient check up for the evening, she would stay for walk in's but the nights were often quiet. Turning to the other doctors in the room, "leave us, thank you". watching as they left waiting for the room to fall still. "I need you to keep an eye on Clarke"

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Send my muse “Thank god you’re breathing.” for their reaction to waking up finding your muse has brought them back from near death.

send me "be honest..." with a question your muse has been dying to ask mine and they'll answer truthfully.

Describe my muse in one sentence.

Can be mean, can be nice, can be calling my muse out, nothing is off the table and anything goes!

send  “  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ”  for  the  sender  to  find  the  receiver  injured  and  demand  to  know  who  did  it.

@multi-royalty asked: i trust you to help me. (abby)

"depends on what you need help with," zayden told abby, entering medical after just getting off guard duty in arkadia. he waved to the other doctors that had made it down to earth and stopped next to the doctor. his hands rested on the metal table between them and gave her a small crooked smile. "though, i will warn you i just got off a twelve hour shift so if i face plant   . . .   don't float me."

zayden's eyes peered up at the mountain before them. a place they were supposed to be in right now. part of him wondered if jaha had purposely sent them here. truly the hundred ( plus him and bellamy ) were all expendable. they could easily die and no one but their parents would really give a shit. jaha never cared about the people of the ark. at least, in his opinion. "you really asking me that?" he asked, turning his gaze to clarke again. "if bell goes, i go."

"I'm not going up there by myself Zayden, you know we're not supposed to do that" A rule that she had made for the 100. It seemed that she and Bellamy had taken the role of leading their people on the ground. A new experience for all of them, something that they'd only heard from passed down stories of the last survivors, which died far before their time. They had no idea what life, if any was still roaming around on the ground. Going off alone seemed like the most irresponsible thing any of them could do. "but you could.. come with me?"

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WANTED: ZAYDEN, dead or alive. REASON: Caught stealing from a large business. LAST SEEN: 3/16/1853 in Louisiana. NATIONAL PRIORITY: 7 DANGER LEVEL: Low BOUNTY: $7,000

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HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE LOVED?

Carefully, like a gentle rain on dry Earth You've been left beaten down and by someone you really trusted and loved, so now love doesn't come easy for you. You want it to. You want to love and be loved, but you're not sure you remember how. So you need someone else to take the lead. They have to be gentle and sweet and patient. They have to watch out for you, and make sure you're doing okay, because most days you feel a little fragile, if not totally shattered. But someone will come along who will put those pieces back together again.

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