#█ ▌▌doɴ'т cry мercy – { answered }

[belomi]

☼  Cuddling on the sofa next to each other.

   She was GONE and there was nothing he could do to bring her back. He had to accept that. He had to accept it was HIS fault. It had taken all Bellamy could muster to pick up the phone && he had stared at it for three minutes, unsure who to call. Octavia? No– she had her own problems to deal with. Clarke? God no. Taking a deep breath, the young man finally began to dial a number.

   That was three hours ago. He rested his head against Ontari’s shoulder, unable to focus on the movie playing in front of them. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the movie. In fact, Ontari, in her own way, had been doting on him since she had arrived and had put in one he had mentioned he had loved MONTHS ago.                       

                                                    He was just { H U R T }

   Pressing his lips together, he wrapped his arms around her waist the best he could given their awkward posture with both their legs folded on the couch. Bellamy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 

          ❝ –Can we do something else? ❞

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@edenkept asked for it in a text post

   [ text: princess ]: so, you remember that drawing you gave me for Christmas that one time?    [ text: princess ]: and I know I kinda freaked out about being some kind of model or whatever    [ text: princess ]: but I kind of want to model for you again    [ text: princess ]: maybe just a little bit more    [ text: princess ]: or I guess...less? Clothed, maybe.    [ text: princess ]: I know artists tend to...like those kind of models...    [ text: princess ]: for anatomy

[belomi]

“While collecting the stars, I connected the dots.”

ATLAS || please

   In truth, he still didn’t understand this. A wizard? That couldn’t be POSSIBLE. On top of that, there were moments that seemed to be a little too odd for him to understand. Still, he { TRIED }. While Luna may not have made as much sense as he wanted, that didn’t mean that he would give up on her– not yet. She certainly wasn’t MALICIOUS. If anything, perhaps a bit naive to the world around them. He wouldn’t leave her behind just for how she spoke. 

          ❝ Yeah? And what’d you figure out? ❞

[belomi]

" You want to do what? No. That's suicide. ”

WARTIME STARTERS || accepting

   Was this even Bellamy’s idea anymore? The uncertainty lingered inside of him, weighing the probability of him getting KILLED. Yeah– it WAS his idea, but Clarke’s original firm NO had been reassuring. I THOUGHT YOU HATED THAT PLAN– THAT I WOULD GET MYSELF KILLED.

                                                              IT’S WORTH THE RISK.

   He replayed those words over and over in his mind, trying to convince himself once more that it WERE true. He had found a safety in the denial, only to have it { RIPPED } from him. 

   Bellamy let out a sigh, shaking his head as he searched the little clothes he had brought on the march for ANYTHING that resembled something a Grounder would wear. Annoyance grew inside of him– not necessarily at Murphy, but at the entire situation. 

          ❝ It’s worth the risk.  ❞

   Bellamy parroted the words back, shoulders slumping as he tossed a balled-up shirt from one hand to the other. Shaking his head, he finally turned to face the other. What was he SUPPOSED to do? Tell Clarke that he didn’t want to do go into Mount Weather anymore? 

           ❝ It’s our BEST shot at getting eyes on the inside. Lincoln knows the way– we’ll be               fine. ❞

[belomi]

"This is going to be a one way trip, isn't it?"

   SOME MEME || not accepting

   Dark hues glanced towards the other, unsure of the situation himself. There were too many obstacles in their way-- what if they didn’t have enough RESOURCES on Becca’s ship? What if they couldn’t dock? What if Clarke didn’t make it? Bellamy’s heart beat loudly in his chest, threatening to jump out onto the floor && alert everyone to just how { NERVOUS } he really was. And in truth, he was glad he wasn’t alone in that.

   Her words had been just quiet enough for the two of them to hear-- he knew that she wouldn’t want everyone else to worry. Hell, if the Grounders on their shuttle had gotten wind of the genius mechanic’s anxieties, they would incite a r i o t. 

          ❝ No. ❞

   Bellamy said it with the feigned confidence that he had once held when they first landed on the ground. Hell-- if only that kid knew that he’d be RETURNING to space. Lips pressed in a fine line, looking straight in front of him as the ship jolted underneath them. 

          ❝ You did this, Raven. You made it happen, so I KNOW we’re gonna make it back home. Trust me, alright? ❞

[belomi]

"You want to do what? No. That's suicide." (is this not canon)

WARTIME STARTERS || accepting

   Brows knit tightly together, glancing back towards Finn. OF COURSE he had heard. It was just Bellamy’s luck that the princess && her little prince were going to be listening. And while Clarke was no longer COMPLETELY on his shit list, that didn’t mean he enjoyed either her OR Finn confronting him about his ideas. Rolling his eyes, the older of the two shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

          ❝ Only if it doesn’t work. ❞

   A sigh escaped his lips, glancing to the wooded area surrounding them. Leaving was their ONLY option. Going to war with the Grounders, even with the LIMITED guns they had, would kill them even faster.

                                                             --wouldn’t it?

   Dark hues glanced around the dropship camp, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly as he imagined the bodies piled on the ground. Octavia’s body. Hell, even FINN’S body. Lips pressed tightly together, replaying the image of Charlotte jumping off the cliff && the panic of finding Wells’ body. He couldn’t do this-- not anymore. He couldn’t have more BLOOD on his hands.

          ❝ --you got a better idea? ❞

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”I’ve missed you so much.”

   EMOTIONAL STARTERS || accepting

   It had been a LONG few years. While Belomi had been SAFE from the Primfaya, there were other { FRUSTRATIONS } that lingered with his absence. He had NO idea if Ontari or Okteivia were safe && as soon as it was clear they would not return to the bunker, he had regretted ever leaving. His home && family were locked away on Earth, while he was { STUCK } with Skaikru IN THE SKY. 

   It was more BEAUTIFUL than he had originally imagined. Looking down at the Earth, despite the destruction that would hinder it uninhabitable for years, brought a sort of calmness that he savored. There were days he spent most of his time just STARING down, hoping that the bunker was still sealed enough to keep them S A F E. 

   There were OTHER frustrations, however. Belomi was first and foremost a { WARRIOR } and wasn’t particularly accustomed to having to SHARE everything with strangers. Playing nice was something that was secondary && the adjustment took longer than he would have liked. He could read the frustration on Echo’s face, wondering if there would be a time when they decided he wasn’t WORTH the effort.

                                                                               { but he made it back }

   Belomi had had DOUBTS that they would even be able to return && as soon as he found his feet on dirt, he couldn’t help but FALL to the ground, unused to the heaviness of the word surrounding him. Dark hues took in the overgrown shrubs && trees, his heart racing inside of his chest, drowning out ANYTHING the Skaikru might have been saying.

                                  No. Skaikru wasn’t right.

   At least, not in the way he intended it. There was a time while he was in space where he had realized that everything in his identity was RIPPED away from him. Things would change. He was { SKAIKRU } more than anything now. && it had once been an EARTH SHATTERING realization, but when he took off on a run towards Polis, that no longer held him back. While he was now of the sky, everything he had EVER cared about was down on the ground.

   He hadn’t cared about Echo’s shouts as he darted on, only stopping when he saw the bustle of PEOPLE. Belomi couldn’t help but allow a smile to form across his lips, dark hues searching the crowd for any sign of SOMEONE he knew. He had heard a few FAMILIAR calls, confused as they may be. Perhaps those who recognized him as one of Leksa && Ontari’s guards saw this as an O M E N. CERTAINLY, he was a ghost. In truth, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was the one surrounded by phantoms.

   The former Trikru didn’t stop until he was able to find one of Ontari’s guards-- one he even RECOGNIZED, which was a stroke of luck he hadn’t expected. Belomi could feel the butterflies in his stomach threatening to fly up and choke him as he walked down a long hall, hardly able to keep himself from collapsing under the relief that his Heda was STILL ALIVE. 

   While he had never been one who was TOO sentimental, as soon as his eyes fell upon the woman, he could feel tears stinging at his eyes. A hand moved to rub at his jawline, uncertain as to what words he could even TRY to get out that would convey his relief, his anxieties, && how broken he had been away from home. Instead, Belomi just said NOTHING and allowed the tears to fall for a moment before aggressively wiping them away. SOFT. At least that part of his warrior training still lingered in his mind. YOU CAN’T BE WEAK.

                                                        I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH.

   Belomi nodded, trying to force ANY words from his lips, but he couldn’t manage. Instead, he allowed the tears to flow freely, biting on the inside of his cheek only to keep himself from collapsing under the weight of his grief. While it was risky, Belomi took a tentative step forward, then another, until he was closing the gap between them at a brisk pace. Arms wrapped tightly around Ontari, taking in the familiarity of her small frame. 

   He had been forced to give up EVERYTHING that he had once loved && Belomi had always TRIED to be strong. While he had always felt out of place with the Skaikru, he hadn’t realized how much he { NEEDED } the Earth. As he pulled away and cupped Ontari’s cheeks, memorizing it once again in case he was forced away again, he couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh.

   ❝ I’m HOME now. I’m back. ❞ 

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META ON HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH MY DAUGHTER???

 META TOPICS || accepting pleaSE

So I hear you want some angSTY BELL

Bellamy Blake was severely traumatized after the incident in Mount Weather, because fuck canon he was tortured and then helped kill a shit ton of people like obviously he’s fucking got some PTSD if you try to tell me otherwise I will cry. He was absolutely HEARTBROKEN when Clarke left, because while he did love Monty, he wasn’t nearly as close with him as he was with her && he needed SOMEONE who understood the weight they carried.

While him and Monty because closer because of that, Bellamy still tried to hide away more often than not. While him && Gina had met on the Ark, it wasn’t as if they were FRIENDS. However, Gina definitely took note of the way Bellamy was acting && how hard he tried to pretend that NOTHING was wrong. 

Gina had to be super patient with him. She would joke around with him while they were working && for a long, long time it was hard for him to even laugh. It was a really, REALLY stupid joke that actually brought it out of him. Bellamy started opening up to her slowly, though it took him a long time to mention how he had been TORTURED in Mount Weather. Actually, aside from Echo && the other Grounders who were trapped, only Gina knows the extent of it.

Basically, Bellamy feels like he owes her EVERYTHING. She was there when he’d wake up drenched in sweat from his nightmares. She was there when he broke down on the floor of his room, haunted by the voices of all the people he has killed. She’s the one that helped him be able to SMILE again && all he wanted to do was PROTECT her.

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Meta on his view of grounders

   META TOPICS || accepting plEASE

This one’s tough since it’s pretty much constantly changing. So, I guess, it’s COMPLICATED. Bellamy has a lot of people he doesn’t like, but that’s usually more the individuals than anything else. You can bet your ass he never forgave Lexa for abandoning them in Mount Weather and he CERTAINLY doesn’t like Roan for lots of reasons, but DOES have the { CAPABILITY } for forgiveness.

For example, currently, Bellamy FORGAVE Echo. At least, mine did. She may have also abandoned them and she was also the reason that Gina died (and Octavia almost died), but he’s gotten to figure out her motivations && he doesn’t BLAME her for them anymore. At least, not the point of FULL BLOWN h a t r e d .Granted, being on a space station for six years with someone, you really CAN’T hate them unless you want it to be a really miserable time.Overall, he doesn’t hate them. While he may act rashly with them, it’s usually because he’s suffering from PTSD or uninformed. Though, he definitely likes Trikru better than Azgeda.

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meta topic: his father

   META TOPICS || accepting pleaSE

Bellamy doesn’t remember, but when he was young, he used to ask about his father A LOT. He used to see the other kids on the Ark with both their parents and he would tug on Aurora’s sleeve, dark eyes staring up at her as if it was the COOLEST thing he could have seen. { TWO } parents. Not just one.

That’s when Aurora started reading mythology to Bellamy. She stated his father was the one who loved the stories, but he wasn’t really sure if that was TRUE or not. However, it did give him the vain hope that he was CONNECTING with his father somehow, as his mother wouldn’t describe him in any real way to him.

He only stopped asking when his mother was pregnant with Octavia. By then he had understood that his father wasn’t coming back, but he was certainly curious as to Octavia’s && if they were the same person. It was only when Aurora finally SNAPPED at a young Bellamy that he shut his mouth && stopped asking.

It was the tears in his mother’s eyes && the harshness in her tone as she fell to her knees, hands gripping his arms HARDER than she should have. He could feel the tears stinging at his own eyes, watching as she BEGGED him to stop. IS IT NOT GOOD ENOUGH? JUST HAVING ME? Bellamy had been so wracked with GUILT that he decided it would be best to drop the subject and NEVER bring it up again.

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“You can have others, but I will be your priority.” ( in which o doesn’t like sharing her 1 friend )

   EMOTIONAL STARTERS || accepting

   Dark hues glanced back at the young woman, almost UNCOMFORTABLE with the strange sentiment that came from her lips. While it was meant to seem as if she was CONTROLLING, Belomi had seen enough to get the { VAGUE } idea that she may actually CARE about him in some manner. 

                     && despite everything, he cared for her, too.  

   Belomi stifled back a chuckle, not wanting to seem has if he actually found it FUNNY. Truly, the Trikru actually found it ENDEARING. However, if his Heda wanted to bury sentiment inside of DUTY, he would { GLADLY } oblige. While he was certainly S O F T E R that the woman before him, that didn’t mean he was WILLING to let her COMPLETELY have the upper hand.

   ❝ Ai badan yu klin. ❞

   The smallest hint of a smile formed upon his lips, knowing full well that her having his loyalty was something she ALREADY knew. After all, despite the fact that he had been one of Lexa’s guards, he had been HAPPY to prove his loyalty in whatever ways she deemed necessary. 

   ❝ You and Okteivia are my priority. Okteivia has... ❞

   He paused for a moment, brows knitting together as if some STRANGE realization came over him. 

   ❝ ...only slightly less people wanting to kill her. But I stay HERE. If you wanted, I would lay down my life BECAUSE YOU ASKED. ❞

   && the truth was, { DESPITE } how much her cared for Okteivia, she could handle herself. While there was NO DOUBT  Ontari could as well, she was his DUTY. With a non-committal shrug of his shoulders, he tried to play off the very REAL sentiment that lingered in the air.

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♀

   SEND TEXTS || accepting

Heartbreaking text

   [ text: princess ]: I can’t do this anymore, Clarke.   [ text: princess ]: I can’t keep...being there for you when you’re not there for me.   [ text: princess ]: Every time something’s going on in my life, I feel like you disappear.   [ text: princess ]: So I’m done. I can’t do this. I’m tired.

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   SEND TEXTS || accepting

Accidental text

   [ text: princess ]: okay but did you see the girls at the party last night? they were looking hot af   [ text: princess ]: i mean, fucking damn   [ text: princess ]: ooooooooooh fuuuuuuck   [ text: princess ]: ignore that   [ text: princess ]: please

[belomi]

‘ speak to me. ’ - spytm

EMO STARTERS || please

   There’s a long pause as Bellamy contemplates WHAT he would even say. He doesn’t want this to be the possible END– where he’s not talking && she’s trying to get him to say ANYTHING. But what COULD he say? He couldn’t say he didn’t want her to go. He couldn’t BEG her to let him go with her. There was nothing he c o u l d say to make his quell his anxieties.

   But he could end hers. Letting out a defeated sigh, he finally glanced back towards Echo, searching her face as if she had the answers to life itself. He BELIEVED in her more than anything, but that didn’t mean that this situation didn’t put him on edge. What if the prisoners found out she was a spy?

          ❝ I don’t– I don’t know what to say. ❞

   Bellamy finally admits, broken down && uncertain. She was made of ICE, he knew that. She was strong && had a SHARPNESS that was unrivaled. There was no doubt in his mind that she was BRUTAL– he had learned that first hand. But what of ice when it m e l t s? Would she become Icarus, flying so close to the sun her wings MELT and she falls to her demise? 

                                        –Did that make him Daedalus? 

   He shuddered at the thought. He had failed Gina && it was possible he was failing Echo for handing her over to his malevolent sister. A hand reached to grasp hers loosely, anchoring her && her waxed wings to him for just a LITTLE longer. 

          ❝ I don’t like this plan. We should go– you && me. ❞

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☠ because you literally are bellamy blake and i am not worthy to write with you.

AM I INTIMIDATING ? || kind of always accepting??? idk

okay last I checked I am not a very attractive, buff half filipino man. I wish, but I am not Bellamy Blake.

But seriously, no! I’m not intimidating at all. Do you want to know what my writing process is like? 

also idk what Belomi does since apparently he was there for Lexa and I assume Ontari would get her own damn guardsbut maybe not. maybe it's like secret servic

another one:

[2/20/17, 11:00:10 AM] bellerina: BUT YES[2/20/17, 11:00:11 AM] bellerina: I DID[2/20/17, 11:00:38 AM] bellerina: I WAS JUST KINDA INTENDING TO DO THAT EITHER WAY BC I'M TERRIBLE WITH WRITING LMAO[2/20/17, 11:00:46 AM] bellerina: ( what is continuity )

look at me reverse quoting bc of my ooc formatting being important to me lmao. But that’s not very quality writing styles at all! 99% of the time, I forget what I’m writing about and people need to correct me. 

also, I’ll laugh at you if you cry about characters, but then I’m crying about Bellamy Blake 99% of the time. 

I’m also, usually, really scared of everyone else. Like REALLY scared. Like @soldiiermade and I talk now but I used to be so intimidated by them. Like chances are if you’re a Bellamy, I’m scared of you unless otherwise stated. 

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What was your initial thought when you heard your sister was dead?

ASK BELL ABOUT THE EPISODE || accepting

   There WEREN’T any thoughts-- how could there be? How could, in a split second, someone’s mind put into a string of words how it feels to have the world collapse around you? Perhaps, in retrospect, he could find some utterance that would { ALMOST } describe the acid boiling within his stomach or the sweat that immediately formed at the back of his neck. 

   His body had immediately felt his bones crumbling underneath himself. He could feel the RUST of the bars digging into his hands, cutting away at the callouses that had formed when they first landed on the Earth. His world had begun to spin, dark hues looking up towards Echo as if she could insist that it was a lie.

                                          ( but of course she couldn’t )

   Gina had fallen at the hands of the woman before him && he was CERTAIN Octavia had done the same. His shoulders slumped, what vain hope of her strange sense of { LOYALTY } to him being of any use washing away.