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❛  why should i believe you now when you've told nothing but lies?  ❜ from @waldenstationed !

MURPHY HAD BEEN TO HELL , had felt what waits for him on the other side. it was pure desperation & fear that lead him along the path to immortality . . . one that left him worse off than before, leaving a path of betrayal in his wake.

raven was right; if hell was what he wanted to avoid, the answer was morality, not immortality. and now he had to help clean up their mess . . . maintain peace. the road out of hell was long, and murphy was just beginning.

there's a flash of guilt in murphy's eyes and a tension that settles in his jaw. ❛ i didn't know, ❜ he says. he still sees abby when he closes his eyes . . . the guilt a knife in his gut. ignorance didn't matter now, though. the truth of the matter was: he'd gotten her killed. just like his own father.

❛ i'm sorry. ❜ murphy breathes. ❛ believe me or don't . . . but i'm sorry, helo. ❜

[ 𝙷𝙴𝚅𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 ] - private & selective / mutuals only john murphy from cw's the hundred ! revamped in 2024 and loved by bri . 21+ & ©

what are you the patron saint of ?

patron saint of blood. patron saint of the life that flows through our bodies. patron saint of violence. patron saint of love. something that does not watch over but exists within: not for protection but for vitality. there is no passion without a beating heart at its core. when that heart breaks open, someone has to be responsible for what it bleeds.

tagged by : @skysplita & @sunlightreverie ! tagging : @myhiraeth , @g0dteeth , @waldenstationed , & whoever wants to !

MURPHY CAN HARDLY LOOK AWAY, the sight of a dead man was not something he'd anticipated to run into on his search with echo. on the ground, sure . . . who was this man, he wondered. a father, maybe ? why die here ?

there's a soft nod in agreement, echo's comment pulling him from his thoughts. there's a ghost of a grin that pulls at the corner of his mouth at her question. she certainly was not wrong about monty and raven's near often freak - outs.

" we float 'em. " murphy says. the same fate that'd met his own father, along with countless others on the ring. of course, that was execution. murder.

gaze shifts to echo, and he forgets for a moment that she might not fully understand what he means by that. taking a step toward the man, murphy crouches down at his feet. " help me get him to the airlock chamber, " and almost reluctantly, hands grasp at decaying ankles. oh, how he didn't miss this place.

@hevives asked: ‘ maybe he died of boredom . ’ for echo!

stumbling across a dead body is perhaps the most familiar thing that's happened to echo in the six months that they've lived in space. it took nearly a week for her to reliably open the doors and turn on the artificial lights. even now, she finds herself spending the bulk of her hours aimlessly wandering the ring, waiting for raven to ask her to move heavy boxes or hold equipment, her strength one of the only useful skills she still has on a floating piece of tek. but this...

the leathered skin of the desiccated corpse is no different than that of the pour souls who'd found themselves lost in azgeda's caves, caught in the frozen wasteland of winter and left to rot. with one knee up, one leg stretched out in front of him, murphy's comment is a real possibility. whether he was left behind or stayed by choice, it's easy to imagine why someone here alone would sit down and never get back up again.

"not the most dignified way to go," echo murmurs, crouching down to inspect the body with a slightly closer eye. everything is worth something here, she's learned. "what did you do with your dead? given how much raven and monty panic over the slightest fire, i can't imagine you burned them."

THE HALLS OF THE ARK were eerie, haunted by memories of what now felt like a lifetime ago and illuminated in a dreary fluorescence. the past pricked at murphy's nerves, and for a moment, the thought of the lighthouse bunker crossed his mind. he'd die of starvation eventually, sure . . . but could it have been better than this god - forsaken place ?

there's a damp rag in his dry hands, and murphy takes a step toward the window. a soft, relenting scoff rolls off his lips at her remark, and murphy knows the feeling. hell, he'd probably say the same.

i should've gone down fighting, she says. there's a soft silence that hangs between the two for a moment, eyes still on the sight of the earth now engulfed in flames. again. their lives and everything they'd dreamed of . . . fought for.

" why ? " he asks, gaze shifting to the girl warrior beside him. " so you can be dead, too ? " he shakes his head, looking back to the irradiated planet. he agreed, jaha didn't deserve to live . . . not after alie, and certainly not after casting them out. again.

" 've got nothing but time now . . . " he trails. " give it five years and we'll be back. " attention shifts back down to the rag. then to octavia. " you'll get your revenge. " and of that, he had no doubt.

" for now, though, you need to take off that spacesuit. " he tries again. he hadn't been through nearly what the other had, and even his body was aching. " c'mon octavia, you were in the rain. in battle. not like that thing's comfy anyway. "

@hevives asked: i can’t help you if you won’t let me .

" I don't need anyone's help. " Octavia’s utterance, razor - rough in the back of her mouth and thick with exhaustion, almost fell flat against the unrelenting whir of alpha station's abused hydraulics and air scrubbers.  Sounds she'd never thought, in a hundred years, she'd hear again after so long on the ground.

In the aftermath of their struggle up into space, she could hardly shield from Murphy the truth. That she hurt. That, under the thin carapace of her spacesuit, her skin chafed with fresh radiation burns and cuts and deep, aching bruises: all markers of the ill fated conclave, of a lengthy and unforgiving war — of wounds garnered in a battle of honor that Jaha's deceit had dashed in a moment of selfishness, and rendered utterly futile.

No abundance of still - shining stars outside the airlock or clean, repurposed air could pull her from the memory of the sound Roan had made when he'd drowned. Couldn't block out the thought of Indra, down there in the crypt of the first commander, awaiting a certain death she could've saved her from.

Jaha deserved her sword as much as Pike had.

" I never thought we'd be back here, " she breathed, gaze trained on the curve of the Earth down below, instead of on Murphy's. " I could have stopped Jaha. I should have gone down fighting. "

🐝  *  ―  𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

❛  are you always so competitive?  ❜ ❛  are you okay? are you hurt?  ❜ ❛  are you sure you can do this on your own?  ❜ ❛  are you thinking what i'm thinking?  ❜ ❛  can you go take care of this, please?  ❜ ❛  can you show me how to fight?  ❜ ❛  can you tell me more about your adventures?  ❜ ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜ ❛  do you ever think about anyone other than yourself?  ❜ ❛  does it really have to be like this?  ❜ ❛  don't you think you've already done enough damage for one day?  ❜ ❛  has no one ever given you a compliment before?  ❜ ❛  have i ever told you how beautiful you look in the glow of the moonlight?  ❜ ❛  have you noticed anything different about me lately?  ❜ ❛  haven't you ever wondered why i never talk about my childhood?  ❜ ❛  how can you just go to sleep like nothing happened?  ❜ ❛  how many more people have to suffer before you realize your madness?  ❜ ❛  is there anything else i can do for you?  ❜ ❛  is this really how you want this to end?  ❜ ❛  isn't it ironic?  ❜ ❛  what are your plans for today?  ❜ ❛  what else do you want me to say?  ❜ ❛  what else have you hidden from me?  ❜ ❛  what happened here? where is all that smoke coming from?  ❜ ❛  what has happened in your life that made you like this?  ❜ ❛  when were you going to tell me?  ❜ ❛  where are we supposed to go from here?  ❜ ❛  who will be able to stop them now?  ❜ ❛  why can't you just act like a normal person?  ❜ ❛  why can't you just leave me alone?  ❜ ❛  why can't you just stay focused?  ❜ ❛  why does everything always have to be so complicated?  ❜ ❛  why should i believe you now when you've told nothing but lies?  ❜ ❛  why won't you just tell me what i did wrong?  ❜ ❛  will it ever stop hurting so much?  ❜ ❛  will you go out on a date with me?  ❜ ❛  will you just shut up and kiss me already?  ❜ ❛  will you please text me when you get home safely?  ❜ ❛  you're completely out of your element here, aren't you?  ❜

private & low activity john murphy of the hundred, loved by bri ( 21+ , she / her ) est. in 2017 & ( softly ) revamped in 2024 . mutuals only , and verse adaptable ! personals and those under 21 dni . [ + guidelines ! ]

Just thinking about how Murphy was the only one able calm himself during the eclipse.

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waldenborn​ , helo ! 

the thrill of the fight still hums in him as he fights,  with blood and destruction burning around them.    but it seems that all helo can focus on is murphy,  with fight between his knuckles.     “you gonna kiss me or what?    it’s kind of tradition,  isn’t it?”

THE  SOUND  OF  HELO’S  VOICE  coaxes  attention ;  a  face  streaked  in  blood  and  dirt  is  turning  to  look  at  him,  and  for  a  moment,  he’s  taken  aback.  chest  still  heaves  from  the  fight,  and  slowly,  there’s  a  twitch  of  a  grin  that  flickers  across  chapped  lips.  how  could  he  have  forgotten ?  it  felt  like  years  ago  now,  the  kiss  of  fear  that  had  been  shared  on  the  last  battlefield. 

❛ depends  --  you  gonna  flirt  with  death  again ?  ❜    and  it’s  said  with  a  sense  of  tease,  but  there’s  an  underlying  fear  there.  one  that  murphy  didn’t  want  to  address  aloud. 

and  then  it  happens;  after  seconds  of  studying  the  face  of  the  other,  murphy  gives  no  warning.  for  a  moment,  he  forgets  the  chaos  happening  around  them,  and  remembers  what  it  was  like  on  that  battlefield  before.  he  remembers  helo,  seemingly  lifeless.  he  remembers  that  sick  feeling  in  his  gut  when  he’d  seen  him  and  the  sense  of  loss  that  made  murphy  want  to  hurl.  and  here  they  are  again :  fighting  a  battle  that  seems  impossible,  and  just  as  he’d  done  all  those  months  ago,   murphy  kisses  him. 

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the muse’s aesthetic       (spooky edition)

bold all of the themes that apply.

bloodied knuckles  |  tear stained cheeks  | rust | a busted lip |  claws  |  fangs  |  a bloody nose |  chattering teeth  | a dark space underneath the bed |  scratching noises on a wall  |  creaking metal  | fog  |  dancing under moonlight  |  blood dripping lips  | heavy breathing in the dark  | a feeling of unexplained dread | a figure in a dark corner |   dirty peeling wallpaper  | a bloody handprint on the wall | sobbing in the dark | bite marks on the skin | eerie whispers in the dark |  a hood covering a stranger’s eyes  | the growl of a hidden animal  | the sound of a blade being sharpened | a deep, dark forest | walking on the streets alone at night | a cobweb-filled, abandoned building  | eyes darting in paranoia | a heavy beating pulse |  the feeling of being trapped  |  struggling to get out a scream  |  boards covering broken windows  |  a quiet graveyard  |  a gas station in the middle of nowhere  |  a road that never ends  |  heavy fog rolling in | the scent of blood in the air  | eerie old photographs |  walking along traintracks at night  |  a chill going up the spine  | gathering crows  | a dusty, dimly lit study  |  mist over a deserted cobblestone street  | ghost towns  |  shadows around a campfire |  the sound of chanting |  church bells tolling  | an orange harvest moon  |  a broken down carnival  |  a dirty stuffed animal abandoned  | wiping bloody hands on fabric  |  nightmares | waking up in a panic |  a power outage  |  heavy lightning storms  |  a secret trap door  |  the feeling of being watched  |  fear from trauma |  a ouija board set out on a table  |  an eerie doll  |  a scream of anguish and pain |  withered plants  |  a room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust  |  owl eyes in the dark  |  curled, dead tree branches  |  a ritual altar  |  flickering candles  |  a lantern held up in the dark  | fear of being followed |  creaking floorboards  |  repressed, horrible memories  |  clenched teeth |  soft, echoing piano keys |  an old book covered in dust  |  many pairs of glaring eyes |  stumbling in pitch black darkness  |  being stranded in the middle of nowhere  |  tarot cards on a table  | a trail of blood 

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