#(i'm going to completely ignore how in the next part he just abandons raven because that is not my erik)

[mapofyourstars]

magneto in x-men: the last stand

[the-broken-truth]

The Strings That Bind Us ~ The Reunion

Summary: A Male Foreigner is found and captured on the outskirts of the village & brought before Mother Miranda & The Four House Lords. Upon waking - the male comes face to face with Angie - Donna's Living Puppet - and instantly recognizes her before calling out for Donna herself. Just who is this male and who does he know Donna?

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Male OC (Vulcan)

[Unknown Place - Unknown Time]

He didn't remember where he was. He doesn't remember how he got here. All he does remember was that he traveled to Romania to search for something precious that he lost years ago. He happened to stumble upon a rather destroyed-looking village that basked in the shadow of an enormous castle; the village itself looked as if its residents all rose at once and abandoned it and all their possessions.

The man walked through the frozen dirt streets of the village with a black, hooded cloak upon his shoulders & the hood upon his head; revealing only his chin and his mouth to the elements - occasionally, his breath with leave his lips and freeze in the cold winter air. He continued to walk around until he stood in the middle of a multi-crossroads, unsure of which way to go. He stood still until he lifted his right hand - revealing a ring on his finger but this ring was different.

The ring was not made of gold or silver - nor was it made of titanium or brass - this ring was more fragile than that for the ring was made of porcelain. Its smooth white surface shined even in the low sunlight. He brought the ring to his lips and kissed the cold surface of it as he tried to keep himself from crying as the memories came back.

'I'll find you and I promise I'm going to protect you - both of you.'

His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of twigs breaking and snarling - he looked around and saw a creature unlike anything he ever saw before - it was humanoid but its skin was grey, it has a mouth full of sharp teeth, and it the noises it made - it was almost wolf-like. He wanted it to say it was a Lycan but it looked nothing like what a Lycan would look like. There were more and more snarls - he looked to see he was now surrounded by these Lycan Rejects. That's when his 'Fight or Flight' instincts kicked in but he's never been one to flee - he never ran from a fight when he sensed something he cared about was in danger. His ring was in danger of being shattered if those things got a hold of him and he would be damned if he let anything shatter his ring. He reached behind his back - under his cloak - with both hands and withdrew two daggers with black blades and silver handles.

"Bring it." He snarled as he dashed into the line of creatures and began to slaughter them left and right until they all laid dead at his feet and his blades were soaked in blood - still dripping from the curve.

"Well - that was an interesting show to watch. I didn't think you could slaughter my lycans with knives like that and still be standing. You're strong as hell, my friend." A voice called out from behind him. He turned to see a tall man wearing a hat with a green coat - he had grey hair that was complete with a beard and circle glasses. He held a massive hammer constructed out of gears and other metals - speaking of metals, the metal that surrounded him on the ground began to levitate around him with each step he took. The stranger took a puff of the cigar he was smoking.

"You call those 'Lycans'? Please, don't make me laugh. Also - who the hell are you?" The cloaked man asked.

"Oh - you're not a local! That's even better." The hammer-wielder smiled as he pointed at the cloaked man - sending a pole flying at him at high speeds until it stabbed through his cloak and into his shoulder, making him grunt and drop one of his daggers; which then got pulled into the strange man's magnetic field.

"Mother Miranda's gonna love you." The man smirked as more metal began to encompassing the cloaked man, trapping him in a metal cocoon of some kind. Before the metal fully took him, his armed hand covered the ring to prevent it from facing the impact of the metal. Soon - began to slip into unconsciousness.

[Unknown Amount Of Time Later]

"I'm telling you - this bastard slaughter my entire squad with these daggers." A familiar voice called out.

"Well - it's obvious your little 'game' would be more of a 'hunting game' to him. I think I can find a better use for him." An elegant feminine voice called out as a response.

"Oh, and what use is that? Using him to make the next brood for your bloodline? Please - he's a hunter so he goes with other hunters and if it takes to him better then he can be the alpha I was looking for." The familiar voice said again.

The unconscious man began to stir awake & opened his eyes to see...wait...It couldn't be her. The familiar large head and thin body with thin limbs, downed in a wedding dress-like attire complete with a veil. He looked at the doll - not in familiar - but astonishment and...was that hope that she saw in his eyes.

"He's awake!" The doll called out as she looked at the other people in the room.

To the left, seated in a chair - a rather tall woman dressed in the look of a royal lady. If he was to guess, she was the owner of the large castle he saw when he first come here.

Across from her was the man who trapped him - his hammer resting by his legs as he saw on a pue of some kind.

To the left of him, more tucked away in the shadows was a small figure, cloaked in fabrics as if to hide his appearance.

Across from him, seating in a chair was a figure downed in black attire, wearing a dark veil over their head, the only part of their body was their hands - by the look of those hands, that person was female.

'I've seen those hands before.' More hope filled his heart.

In the center of it all was a woman - she must have been the leader of it all.

They were talking about something - but the man couldn't care less, when he saw the doll walk away he hurried to his knees but couldn't get all the way up because of the binds but he could use his voice.

"W...Wait...Angie...Angie, is that you?" The man asked.

This caused everyone to stop talking and looked in his direction - including the doll, who was completely confused.

"How do you know my name? Have we met before?" Angie asked as she slowly moved closer to the bound male, who shook the hood off his head to reveal his looks.

His skin was tan but it was a bit paler due to being in the snow for so long. He had short black hair that was wild and free, his eyes...they were amber - burning bright with an unknown emotion.

"Yes, we have; decades ago but you were...alive like this..." His eyes widened as he began looking around. "If you're here then...Donna? Is Donna here too?! Donna?!" He began calling out - almost like a worried spouse looking for their other half.

Everyone looked at the man before looking at the veiled figure sitting to the left of the leader.

"Do you know him, Donna Dear?" the raven-masked woman spoke.

The man's breath caught as he heard her words and looked at the veiled figure who rose from her seat; Angie ran back to her and stood by her side, clenching her dress in her hands like a child holding their mother.

"Donna..." The man spoke softly - tears began to build in his eyes as he tried to rise to his feet - only to be stopped by the binds and cuffs that kept him down. He glared at the restraints and began pulling on them.

"Good luck with that. You're cuffed up ti-"

*CLANK!*

Everyone's eyes widened as the binds holding the captive were shattered, allowing him to stand at his full height.

The Hammer-Wielder jumped to his feet and summoned his hammer to his left hand as if he was getting ready to strike him but the man didn't care - he kept his eyes on Donna, who looked in his direction.

"Donna...I...I found you. After all this time, I finally found you." The man's voice cracked as he spoke with tears in his eyes and a smile on his face.

"Just who are you? How do you know us?" Angie spoke from her place. The man smiled at the doll.

"It's been decades, Angie. It's only natural you don't remember me...after all - you weren't as alive as you are now when we met. My name is Vulcan and I've been searching for you and Donna since the day you guys disappeared." The man - Vulcan - smiled at Donna, who still said nothing, and slowly raised his hand - revealing the porcelain ring on his finger; Donna and Angie gasped at the sight of it.

"I kept it, Donna. I kept this ring just as I kept my promise." Vulcan slowly staggered towards Donna and Angie - completely ignoring the looks the Noble Lady and the Hammer-Wielder were giving him. He took the single step in his way and was now standing before them. He blinked - letting the tears fall from his eyes as he reached out and took Donna in his arms; hugging her as he rested the tip of his nose on her head.

"I'm here, Donna...I won't leave you, I promise." Vulcan sobbed.

Donna - who was silent for the most part - slowly reached her hands up and returned to hug as she clenched his cloak as if he would disappear - as if this was all a dream.

"Vulcan." She spoke as she nuzzled her head into his broad chest with a weak sob of her own.

[End]

[demeteroh]

Conflicting Loyalties (Part 2)

Based on a dream I had a while ago + some prompting from my friend Anna. Tell me if you think it should be a love story, and who with.

Mero meets her first dwarf!! Things will get more interesting I promise. This chapter is double the length of the last one, more the length the rest will be.

Warnings: abandonment, stereotypes (bias, fantasy racism?? I suppose that is what it is), mild gore and battle scenes. More will be added as the story progresses.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. If you see mistakes please let me know, but if you are rude I will ignore.

Conflicting Loyalties Masterlist

It wasn’t until the next day that Mero thought to tell Bilbo of the guest that would be joining them. It took a moment for the information to process, but once it did Bilbo all but yelled. “You invited him to tea?”

The invitation had entirely slipped Mero’s mind (as things so often did) until she saw Bilbo preparing two fish teas. She had, quite offhandedly she liked to think, mentioned that they would need more food than that to feed their guest. As expected, Bilbo was less than pleased to hear the news. 

“Why - oh goodness I think I need to sit down, I’m feeling quite faint.”

”I shan’t suppose it’s out of excitement?” Mero said hopefully, guiding her cousin over to his chair in the sitting room. He was shaking beneath her hands. “By the hair on my toes, the way you are acting makes it seem as if that dear old wizard had done something unspeakable - he didn’t take your smokepipe, did he?”

”No, no, thankfully,” Bilbo said, leaning back on his chair and fanning his face. He seemed even more flustered now than he had the previous day, which was no small feat. Mero, concerned for the hobbit’s health, pressed the back of her hand to his forehead. Bilbo waved her away. 

“Are you quite well, Bilbo?” Asked Mero, a frown on her face. Bilbo leant back in his chair with closed eyes, attempting to collect himself before he worried Mero. It was too late on his part, for Mero was already regretting extending the dinner invitation. “Did I make a mistake in inviting Gandalf around?”

Sighing, Bilbo rose from his chair and put his hand on Mero’s shoulder. He had to reach up because the girl was substantially taller than him (as many Tooks were), but it comforted her nevertheless. “Of course not, Meroderada. I should have done so myself, yet my manners completely escaped me. All of the talk about ad - well, never you mind what Gandalf was babbling on about. I am happy to say I managed to avoid quite a bit of tomfoolery yesterday. I can’t imagine that he should bring it up again, certainly not in your company.”

A burst of curiosity spiked inside Mero along with a childish wish to object. As much as she tried to tell herself that she wasn’t interested in knowing what had made Bilbo so unsettled, she couldn’t deny that she was slightly curious. Slightly more than curious, one might say, had they seen what she fantasized Gandalf was speaking of - elven lords, terrifying monsters, and heroic acts, to name but a few. Before she could let slip that she desperately wanted to know, she herded Bilbo back into the kitchen, noting that the time was nearing four.

“Set the table, dear Bilbo, I will quickly scrap something together for myself, and Gandalf can have my fish dinner,” Mero said, talking quickly. “I do hope he likes fish, though I can’t see why he wouldn’t, being as well travelled as he is. Though, Old Took said he once met a traveller who wouldn’t eat anything that was once living. Curious, don’t you think?”

Before Bilbo could reply, a harsh knock sounded from the hallway. Mero paused in her food preparation, turning towards the door with anticipation. Perhaps she could manage to get Gandalf to talk of his travels without Bilbo intervening to say it all sounded dangerous. A good cake ought to distract the hobbit enough. 

“I’ll get it, you continue,” Bilbo said, scurrying out of the kitchen and towards the door. Mero, too distracted now to continue preparing food, quickly put an extra plate and some bread on the table. Wiping her hands on her dress, she glanced at the clock to see that Gandalf had arrived at exactly four o'clock, which ought to have please Bilbo. Several moments passed and Gandalf had yet to join her in the dining room, so she went to investigate. 

In the hallway, she saw Bilbo standing stock still. She couldn't see Gandalf behind the coat rack blocking her view of the outside, save for the night sky. This should have been the first indication to her that it was not the wizard at the door, indeed that it was someone quite dissimilar. 

"Why do you stand here so, Bilbo Baggins, as if a spell has befallen you?" Mero said, walking up to stand next to her beloved cousin, still not noticing that their guest was not at all the one they had been expecting. It was Mero's way to notice everything and yet nothing if her mind was sufficiently occupied, as it happened to be at that very moment. "What on Middle-earth is that in your arms? A sword? I can't imagine what our guest must be thinking seeing you carrying around a - why you're not Gandalf."

The man (Mero thought it must be a man, yet he looked like no male she had ever seen before) chuckled or made a noise that resembled a chuckle. It could well have been a hairball, but Mero was inclined to think better of people. Most of his hair seemed to be concentrated around his chin area, stretching up to his ears but not much farther, leaving a clean bald spot with a tattoo on it. Although she had never met one, it was clear that this man with his tattoos and beard was most certainly not a hobbit, but a dwarf.

"By Elbereth and Lúthien the fair, you're a dwarf, aren't you?" Mero couldn't help but stare as she pulled Bilbo out of the way. The dwarf seemed quite content to walk into their home though she had not invited him to, yet she was too shocked to comment on it. Bilbo was in a similar state as her, but at the dwarves words, he snapped out of it.

"Aye, I am, lassie," the dwarf said, in an accent entirely new to the young hobbit girl. "You're husband here had much the same reaction."

"Excuse me," Bilbo said, pilling what Mero now assumed to be the dwarves belongings by the front door. "Firstly, this is not my wife-"

"A pleasure, Mister Dwarf. I am called Mero-"

"-derada. My cousin Meroderada,' Bilbo said, a hint of protectiveness in his voice. The courage that Bilbo had managed to build up to speak strongly to the dwarf suddenly disappeared when he started ravenously eating one of the fish dinners. "Oh, oh my."

That was how Mero would have described it as well, the way the dwarf was using his hands to tear apart the fish and stuff it into his mouth. With wide eyes, Mero watched, until the dwarf noticed her staring. Bilbo had long since moved to sit at the table, most likely feeling faint for the second time that afternoon. It was rare times like these that Mero's Took side shone much brighter than the Baggins side she had partially been brought up with.

"Dwalin," the dwarf mumbled through a mouthful of bread. It took Mero a moment to realise he was saying something, and only a moment later did she come to the conclusion that she had no idea what he was saying. She wagered she wouldn't have had much more luck without food in his mouth.

"I'm sorry?" she said, looking for him to repeat himself. He paused with another chunk of bread just in front of his mouth to fix her with his gaze again.

"My name. Dwalin, after my grandfather, Farin," Dwalin said, his gruff voice making Mero have to pay extra attention. "Your cousin said your name was Merida?"

"Meroderada," Mero corrected, before quickly adding, "though most call me Mero. Bilbo just tries to - well, I'm not entirely sure why he uses my full name. He is the only one. You are welcome to call me either."

"There was no mention made of a young lady hobbit." Dwalin raised a tankard to his lips, Mero following his every move.

"Who would have mentioned it?" She asked, although by now she was beginning to suspect that Gandalf, that sneaky old wizard, had something to do with it. He had said he was going to inform the others. 

Dwalin regarded her with what could only be described as suspicion. He seemingly didn't find what he had been looking for, because he grunted and chewed quickly in order to answer her. "The same old man who told us about this place, and your cousin Bilbo -"

"The door!" Bilbo squeaked loudly, having heard the knock quite clearly. "Excuse me."

Mero suspected it to be Gandalf this time, ready to explain exactly what was going on. However, Dwalin seemed to think differently.

"That should be one of the others," he said. "My money's on Balin."

And he was correct, and Mero would have lost her money if they had actually put a bet on it, because a white-haired dwarf walked into the dining room, talking over his shoulder to Bilbo. Dwalin greeted Balin (his brother, perhaps, both of them named after grandfather Farin) in a peculiar way that made Mero jump - they smashed their heads together violently. Shocked, Mero decided it was best not to ask for if that was how they treated friends she was wary to see how they treated those they disliked. 

"Balin this is Merida, Merida this is my brother, Balin," Dwalin introduced you both as Bilbo reappeared with another tray of cakes. 

"Its Mero, actually," Mero corrected again, yet she had a feeling Dwalin was not going to remember. "A pleasure, Mister Balin."

"At your service, Miss Mero," Balin said, bowing to her. "They didn't tell us that one of our burglars was a lady."

"Burglar?" Mero questioned with interest, at the same time Bilbo said the word with horror. The doorbell rang again before either Balin or Dwalin could explain anything to the hobbits. This time, Mero made sure Bilbo was safely in a seat and answered the door herself because she was certain it was not Gandalf like he was expecting.

Opening the door she was met with the smiling faces of two more dwarves, around her height. One had golden hair that blended into his golden beard, the other dark hair and a little beard, that he made up for with a large grin.

"Mr Boggins," he exclaimed, bowing with the other dwarf. 

"Fili, at your service," the blonde one said, followed by the dark-haired one saying "and Kili."

"You aren't Mr Boggins," Kili said upon hopping inside the home. "You're a woman."

"Mero Took, at your service, dear dwarves," Mero said, remembering her manners, even if she was panicking slightly on the inside. Watching Fili and Kili join Dwalin and Balin in the dining room, she whispered to herself, "We should have made tea for more than three. Now I fear we shall have no food left."

[alwaysaprille]

But you are useing Jroths quote as a reason to hate on Clarke and by extension l.xa. You use and minimize Clarke's worth and agency by saying that makes her a love interest. She can cheer for her crush/gf without being just a love interest. And if u want to be "well Jroth said and I'm just repeating it" then cool. It's not like you haven't called him on his shit before. I guess it's just not worth it for some characters. Especially when he can be used to discredit things and people.

This is going to be super long and I am on mobile, so I can’t put in a read more, prepare yourselves.

Omfg, what do you want me to say, Nonny?

That I love Clarke and L/xa because they’re such great wlw representation when they’re both huge white saviors and one of them even wears fucking brownface to compliment it?

Like...I’ve said a million times over that Cl/xa is valid, real and important. I’ve said they loved each other (Clarke still loves L/xa). I’ve said they were soulmates (you can cruise my blog for this one.) I’ve never once “hated” on your goddamn ship.

Never once. The only time I talk about your ship is when I get anon messages about it, or someone in your fandom is being racist. That’s literally it. I am a ship and let ship kind of person. I don’t care what you ship. I don’t care about any ships that aren’t mine. I’ve never seen Cl/xa as competition for Bellarke. I’ve never gone out of my way to shit on Cl/xa. 

Like??????

I use and minimize her “worth and agency”? How? Sometimes, in a character’s growth arc, they do take a backseat. They do become less active in their own story  It’s a very common trope in fiction, especially in a hero’s arc (which Clarke has been on since the Pilot episode.) 

In order to have true agency, a character must be able to make purposeful choices, not only that, but those choices must be aligned with their personality within the confines of the story (i.e.-not headcanons.) The 100 has set Clarke up to be a headstrong, manipulative, take-no-prisoners-do whatever I need to do to save my people-type of character. After 2x16 she actively backs away from that role and it’s completely understandable. 

Clarke has been actively making decisions since literally the Pilot episode, she’s had no breaks. Every single episode up until 3x04 Clarke (most often along with Bellamy) has had to make a life or death decision for herself or her people. In the Season 2 finale, she runs away from her people, but her decision to bear the burden of Wanheda alone, to hide from her people, still acts a very real decision to protect her people (specifically Bellamy and Monty). 

It is not until 3x04 where things begin to change and we see Clarke actively surrender the agency she’d already lost. Clarke had no real choices in 3x04, she had exhausted all of her options: asking L/xa to stop the fight to the death, asking Roan to kill his mother, attempting to kill Nia herself, asking L/xa once more to stop the fight. 

At the time that the fight to the death occurred, Clarke had no agency in what could have been a very crucial turn for the safety of her people. Everything (her safety, her people’s safety, everything) depended on L/xa’s ability to defeat Roan. 

Once L/xa defeated Roan, there was a weight lifted from Clarke’s shoulders. For once, she didn’t have to make the decision that saved or doomed her people. For once, someone else made the decision completely independent of her (which speaks to Clarke’s mindset-and a large part of the reason why some of the audience actually believes Clarke does make all the decisions by herself-when in fact every large decision she’s made has been a team effort, but I digress) and it worked in her favor! This is part of the reason why Clarke so easily lapses into comfort with L/xa. When she is in Polis, when she is with L/xa, she can relax, she can be unencumbered by the burdens of decision making (because, again, one of Clarke’s biggest pit falls is the inability to recognize that she isn’t the only one making decisions and the only affected by making those decisions-hence the showdown in Hakeldama with Bellamy). 

Heroic characters have to be put in situations beyond their control at some point in their story. It’s what ups the emotional ante when things go south. When L/xa died, not only did Clarke lose her love, she also lost her “shield”. “I don’t want the next Commander, I want you,” isn’t just a romantic line from a teenager whose heart is breaking as she watches her love die, it’s a true statement. 

Clarke can’t trust the next Commander, she doesn’t know if the next Commander will be willing to pick up “Blood Must Not Have Blood.” She doesn’t even know who the next Commander is!! 

Y’all keep trying to pick at Bellarke fans who comment on Clarke’s loss of agency in 3A, because you think that we’re saying that Cl/xa was bad because Clarke gave up her agency. 

Understand: in the literary trope of character agency, good things can happen and still cause a character to lose their agency!!!

Let’s really break this down, because I know the above was’t enough to actually explain my point:

When a character has agency she is active more than she is reactive. She pushes on the plot more than the plot pushes on her. Even better, the plot exists as a direct result of her actions.

What about anything that happened in 3A existed as a direct result of Clarke’s actions?

We begin the season with Clarke “feral” and in the woods, hiding from her people and the Grounder’s alike. She is hiding from her people because her actions in Mt. Weather broke her, she is hiding from the Grounder’s because her actions in Mt. Weather have made her legendary.

Who was directly responsible for Clarke committing the genocide that broke her and made her legendary?L/xa.

So Season 3 literally starts with the plot being driven by the fallout of L/xa’s decision to abandon Clarke at Mt. Weather. 

In 3x02, Clarke is kidnapped and brought to Polis, for several reasons, one of which is that L/xa fears for her safety because she knows Grounders are out to kill Clarke and gain the power of Wanheda. Clarke’s presence in Polis moves the plot. 

Who was directly responsible for Clarke’s presence in Polis?

L/xa-who ordered Roan to kidnap Clarke on the promise of his freedom. Again, the plot is still being driven by L/xa. 

In 3x03, L/xa explains her plan to initiate the Sky People as the 13th Clan. The Ice Nation blows up Mt. Weather again, Clarke bows before L/xa to symbolically submit (or give up her power-which can easily be a substitute word for agency!!!) as Wanheda to the Commander. 

Why does L/xa want the Sky People as a clan? Why does the Ice Nation blow up Mt. Weather?

L/xa needed the 13th Clan, specifically Clarke, because it allowed her to overrule the unanimous vote by the other 12 Clans to remove her from the Commandership and allowed her to instead respond to the Fight to the Death challenge, something she was obviously sure of winning. The Ice Nation attacks the Mt because they do not trust L/xa and feel her actions at Mt. Weather have shown her to be weak-this action-incidentally is a large part of the reason the massacre at Hakeldama occurs-another major plot point for the Season).

I’ve already discussed 3x04 above. 

In 3x05 L/xa and Clarke happen upon the massacred army. This is actually the first episode that we see Clarke demonstrate some agency (I say some-because it is reactionary) in during the course of the Season. It is Clarke’s persuasion of L/xa to move towards, “Blood must Not Have Blood” that cements the 12 Clans desire to see L/xa removed from her position as Commander. However, the 12 Clans had already decided that L/xa was unfit based on her actions in 2x15 and so Clarke’s actions here really didn’t change the plot significantly. L/xa was doomed from the moment she chose to walk away from the Mt. in Season 2. 

In 3x06, Clarke is again reactionary (which is not a sign of true agency). She makes no moves towards addressing the very real issues she saw in Arkadia when she was there in 3x05. Instead, she is sketching L/xa in the Commander’s suite-ignoring her reality, until Roan literally has it delivered to her feet. Even still, Clarke’s decision (to allow Emerson to live) was influenced by L/xa’s words (”So Blood Must Not Have Blood only applies when it is my people who bleed?”) and needed L/xa’s authority behind it for the sentence to carry any weight. It is L/xa who banishes Emerson officially, not Clarke. At any moment, L/xa could have decided to have Emerson killed and Clarke could have done nothing about it. L/xa had a choice. Clarke did not. 

I’m going to skip 3x07, because...I just don’t want to get into that and Clarke wasn’t in 3x08, but in 3x09 Clarke finally gets her agency back. She is a character who is actively making decisions that move the plot. 

Clarke makes a decision to not leave Polis immediately. Clarke makes a decision to steal the Flame. 

Those ^^^ actions have a direct affect on the plot.

Because Clarke has stolen the Flame, Titus kills himself, to stop Ontari from using him to get it back. Because Clarke has stolen the Flame, Roan now has to go off and hunt for it-which leads directly to their attempt to infiltrate Polis in 3x15. Because Clarke has stolen the Flame, Murphy is made the Flamekeeper and is therefore able to gain knowledge of how the Flame works-knowledge he later uses to implant the Flame into Clarke. Because Clarke has stolen the Flame, she is able to use it to kill Emerson (something she would not have been able to do, if she’d left Polis immediately as Murphy wanted). Because Clarke has stolen the Flame, she is able to get it to Raven and Sinclair who decipher the phrase needed to activate the Flame. Because Clarke has stolen the Flame, she must find a way to get it to Luna. Because Clarke has stolen the Flame, ALIE-who had correctly deciphered that the Flame was in Polis, is unable to get her hands on the chip immediately. Because Clarke has stolen the Flame, ALIE invades Luna’s oil rig, resulting in Jasper taking the chip, Luna killing and Clarke losing her only possible nightblood ally. Because Clarke has the Flame she is able to use it in the finale to enter the CoL and save the day. 

This is agency. This is what it looks like when a character’s actions move the plot forward. Clarke’s actions at the end of 3x07, literally push the entire narrative forward. Prior to 3x07, every character was reacting to L/xa’s actions-even the characters in Arkadia-who were reacting to the Grounder’s abandoning them at Mt. Weather, the Grounder’s blowing up Mt. Weather, the Grounders not allowing them to use Mt. Weather, the kill order on Lincoln-all a response to L/xa’s orders.  Stop mistaking us deciphering and discussing literary terminology as code for “We hate Cl/xa!” 

Unfortunately, it just so happens that those of us who do delve a bit deeper into the show’s literary devices are Bellarke shippers. 

BTW, I love how this ask ignores the fact that I’ve discussed Bellamy’s loss of agency in 3A at length, as well as his loss of agency to Clarke in Season 2B at length. So like....do you think I’m trying to discredit my own ship and my very favorite character....or??????