#The Ark BURN

[hd-junglebook]

The 100 Masterlist

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Bellamy Blake x Reader

Diana Sydney's daughter is sent to the ground with 99 other delinquents. While her mother schemes for power and destruction aboard the Ark, y/n must navigate the harsh realities of survival on the ground. As she confronts her own trauma and struggles to define her morality in the face of chaos, she grapples with the ultimate question: Will she rise above her past and choose the path of goodness, or will her mother's influence shape her destiny and lead her down a darker path?

Season 1

Part  1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 6.5 , 7 , 8 , 9 , 10

Edge Of Exile

Bellamy Blake x Reader

As the ark struggles to establish a new home on Earth, Y/N, a prisoner from flint station seems to be the only one who can save them from themselves. the group finds themselves thrust into a dangerous power struggle that threatens to tear the community apart. Faced with betrayal, deceit, and factions vying for control, Y/N must navigate a treacherous landscape of alliances and rivalries.

parts - prologue,  1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9 , 10 , 11 , 12

In the process of completing !

The Other Side

John Murphy x Reader

A grounder marked as a spy for the commander is tasked with the case of gathering intel on a group of survivors that fell from the sky. Falling for a member of this foreign group leads the clan into bloodshed.

Part 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

Lost

A normal plane ride back home ends in shambles as the plane crashes on a remote island far from home. That last survivors band together to survive and uncover the secrets of the island.

Part 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

[theyaremycrocsyoudonut]

The scene in 3x11 right before Mickey gets married is just so *unintelligible screams*, *muffled sounds of violence*, *nails scratching a chalkboard*, *war sirens* you know what I mean?

Let me elaborate. Ian comes practically BEGGING him not to get married to Svetlana. He didn't give him an ultimatum as he does later on, he just begged him. And Mickey didn't want to get married to Svetlana, it was the last fucking thing he wanted to do. But, had he ran away, or refused to marry her, or came out, or something, Terry would right out try to murder him and we know this for a FACT. So Mickey did the only thing he could. He couldn't not marry Svetlana, he couldn't come out to his dad, he couldn't outright admit his feelings (because acknowledging them even to himself would cause him an INCREDIBLE amount of pain), he couldn't do jackshit. Except of what he did. He kissed Ian, like it was their last kiss, which, had they not found Ian after he ran away, would actually be their last kiss. He looked at Ian's lips and it was as if they magnetized each other. Physical love was all he could give.

[arkeusruin]

WHUMP MONTH DAY 1 : BURN

I tried a lil shitty sketch thing for whump month but I had a high fever so it's fucking wACK

Cw: kinda graphic burn wound/scar under the cut

I was going for a kinda past life Phantom flashback like thing?

[moonagedaydreamsofrhiannon]

veronica mars is so joan of arc coded it’s insane

[verraising]

hey did any of you ever wonder what 6 celestial unconscious stacked on top of each other look like

[arts-by-omar]

Inktober Day 28 (Sparkle)

Inktober Day 29 (Massive)

Inktober Day 30 (Rush)

Inktober Day 31 (Fire)

Happy Halloween 🎃👻

[deva-arts]

"Sonia starts a conversation with Harvey."

(Based off of the Improv lmao)

- Submitted by @mettamorphoses !

This was a really sweet read lol, you're improving a ton in writing dude! And the ending is way better than what happened in the improv. Sonia gets some consideration for her feelings! yaaaay!

Harvey, with practically nothing better to do whilst healing, sat down on the couch. He still didn't feel *too* comfortable here in the manumission, but hey. Atleast he wasn't on the run anymore. And that 'Nathan' guy helped out quite a bit.

He glanced at the table infront of him and squinted. "Is that a glass pyramid in the middle of the table? Is that just a design choice?.... What does it do?" He sat up and prodded at it. And low and behold, it's a projector.

It displayed a menu of some kind. With options for a search engine, streaming services, books, movies, music, you name it. He tapped the 'search engine' option and slowly typed something in. He typed in: "The foundation of GEAR" He selected a search result, then started reading.

To his understanding, GEAR is some sort of machine that the people living in Systema worship. He scoffed. "Now I've seen everything. First it's trees being worshipped, then my in-laws, and now machines. Give me a goddamn break." He thought.

"Sooo, what did you say your name was?" Said Sonia. She's sitting a few feet to his left. Seems that scrolling through her phone, and having no one to talk to at the moment bored her.

"Like I said, it's Harvey." He said. He supported his head with one of his hands as he went back to reading.

Sonia put down the phone. " Oh--Harveyyy! Oh. yeah, nice to meet you! But like, uhm--what are you reading?"

Harvey turned to her. "--What?"

"Yeah, like, what are you reading? That looks so fun." She said.

"It's this book. Somethin' about the foundation of Gear."

"Oh really? Oh my God, is that new? Like--a couple years ago?--like, when?"

"Says here that this book was written about.... a century ago?"

"That sounds so interesting--but like, why are you reading something so.... ancient?"

"I find it interesting. I like history." He turned to face the projection yet again.

"Oh my God, so like, that actually reminds me. I have a friend that's also super into old books too. That's like so crazy. That's like so crazy that you would say that."

"... Uhuh."

"So you're reading the foundation of Gear, and you like history... y'know, that's like--i heard this one thing. There's this movie called The Odyssey. And it's about these two lovers--and they're trying their best to escape from like, this place. And y'know, I actually co-starred in that film. It's like so crazy. And uhm-y'know the Co-stars, they were so fun! The main lead, she's a bitch, but like... oh my god you should watch it. You should watch it right now."

"Uhm. Maybe later?"

"Eh. Even if you don't watch it now that's okay. Because that film was a bust anyway and it didn't make any money. But anyway, like, the Odyssey is such a hot film too because in it: I had to kiss like this one guy and his breath smelled like garlic, and I think that he did that so that I wouldn't fall for him, but I wouldn't fall for him anyway. Cause like, I dunno. I don't get it. Cause this guy, he was so mid. I don't even fuckin' like...ugh. you get it? You know?--like ya know?"

Harvey nodded.

"Like I don't even get it, he was trying to make me not fall, but I wouldn't have fallen anyway. I wouldn't have gotten--like, y'know, Harvey? Like, you get it? So anyway, I'm trying my best so that I can get into the film. I'm doing everything I can, but, apparently this one bitch Tiffany, she was trying her best too but...but I think she's... Tiffany is such a nepo baby.

And this kinda reminds me of when I got into film making! And uhm, i-- it was only really like a couple of years because I couldn't get too into it. Because they said that "Hey, this isn't going to be the best thing for your career", and uhm I didn't really get all that lipo for nothing. Y'know what I mean? Y'know what I mean? Y'know what I mean Harvey? Is that your name? I coulda sworn it was something else."

Harvey breathed in slowly. "Comradery." He thought. "Speak calmly but be firm. Alright. I can do that."

"Sonia."

"Hm? What's up? What's up?"

"Could you please save this for later? As much as I want to talk, i'm tryna read. After this, I'll be more than happy to have a conversation. Alright?"

Sonia paused. "Oh. Well--okay. Suits me." And she went right back to scrolling on her phone.

[blackbutlercharacterpoll2023]

Baron Kelvin

[underdarken]

@crookedtouch sent: ❝ i’m also worried about me, but i somehow seem to be worried about you more. ❞

"Is that what the little furrow between your brows is about?"

They have to tease, if only for a moment. It's rare that Astarion makes it so easy, and well, they're not above a little playful opportunism. They do grow a bit more somber by the moment, however, aware that he very well might be bringing this up with a purpose in mind, and it isn't their intention to dismiss him. The opposite, really. Still, try as they might to take even the faintest stab at what this might be about, all possibilities ring back entirely silent.

"Alright, what have I done now?"

[hd-junglebook]

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Part 6

word count - 4,059

You're nestled comfortably in your tent, enjoying a rare moment of respite from the chaos of camp life. The soft glow of moonlight flickers gently against the walls of your tent. A book lies forgotten in your lap as you lean back against the makeshift bed.

Your peaceful reverie is abruptly shattered as Bellamy bursts into the tent with all the subtlety of a charging mammoth.

He storms across the tent until he stands directly beside your bed. "Have you seen Octavia?" he demands, his voice gruff and urgent, his eyes wild with panic.

You shoot him a silent glare, your annoyance evident even in the dim light. "And here I was, thinking you'd come to serenade me with sweet nothings," you reply, your tone laced with sarcasm.

Bellamy scowls, his features contorted with frustration. "This is serious, y/n!" he snaps, his patience wearing thin. "Octavia's gone.”

You roll your eyes, unable to resist the urge to taunt him further. "Well, maybe if you didn't have such a big head, you'd be able to see past your own nose and find her yourself," you retort, Bellamy's face turns a deep shade of crimson, his anger boiling over at your flippant remark.

"You think this is a joke?" he seethes, his voice trembling with rage. "Fine, I'll find her myself. But don't come crying to me when she's lying in a ditch somewhere."

With that, Bellamy storms out of the tent, leaving you alone once more. There's no denying the satisfaction of getting under Bellamy's skin, even if only for a moment.

With a guilty sigh, you push yourself up from your makeshift bed and hastily follow him out into the cold night air. "Bellamy, wait," you call after him, your voice softer now, "I'm sorry. I'll help you find her."

He grunts in response, his steps never faltering as he continues to march forward with purpose. You quicken your pace, falling into step beside him, determined not to let him face this ordeal alone. "Why are you always so mean to me?"

He casts a sidelong glance in your direction as he scoffs at the question. "Me? Mean to you?" he retorts, unable to keep the bitterness from creeping into his voice.

"If anyone's the mean one around here, it's you, y/n. If you’d quit being so annoying all the time, I’d treat you better."

…

You and Bellamy scour the camp in search of Octavia, deciding to seek help from Clarke.

Bursting into her tent, you find her hunched over a makeshift table, poring over maps and charts with furrowed brows. "Clarke, have you seen Octavia?" you ask, getting straight to the point.

She looks up, her eyes widening in concern. "No, I haven't," she replies, her voice echoing your worry. "But I'll help you look."

Together, the three of you comb through the camp, calling out Octavia's name as you search every nook and cranny for any sign of her. Despite your best efforts, she remains elusive, her whereabouts still unknown.

Bellamy's jaw clenches as he gathers the other members of the camp, rallying them to form a search party to scour the surrounding area. The volunteers gather at the gate, devising a plan of action to cover the most ground in the shortest amount of time.

"Everybody, gather around and grab a weapon," he commands, "My sister's been out there alone for 12 hours. Arm up. We're not coming back without her."

Bellamy turns to Finn with a fierce intensity in his gaze. "Finn," he calls out, his voice cutting through the night air like a clarion call. "You're with me."

A meteor shower streaks across the sky, illuminating the darkness with a dazzling display of light. Clarke exhales sharply debunking the other campers’ theories,

“That’s not a meteor shower, it's a funeral. Hundreds of bodies are being returned to the earth from the ark. This is what it looks like from the other side.” she huffs out before turning to Raven.

You glance up at the spectacle, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. "The flares didn't work," you mutter under your breath, your voice barely audible over the murmurs of the others.

Bellamy's gaze meets yours in silent acknowledgment. With a heavy heart, he turns back to the group, his voice firm as he outlines the next steps of the search.

“What are we waiting for? Move out!” he calls out. The group springs into action, venturing out into the wilderness in search of Octavia.

The sound of their footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night, the only illumination comes from the flickering torches held aloft by the campers.  

You walk in silence behind Finn, scanning the surroundings for any sign of Octavia. The darkness is oppressive, pressing in on you from all sides. Finn's voice cuts through the quiet, breaking the tension like a crack of thunder.

"Over here!" he calls out urgently, waving the group over. You rush over to where Finn stands, A length of rope lies coiled on the forest floor, discarded and forgotten amidst the underbrush. "Is this Octavia’s?" Finn says as he picks up the rope and shows it to you.

Your eyes catch sight of something else amidst the tangled undergrowth. Footprints, faint but unmistakable, crisscrossing the forest floor like a trail of breadcrumbs leading deeper into the darkness. You catch Bellamy and Finns attention, guiding them to the footprints.

“The prints are deeper going that way. He was carrying her.” Finn shouts. "We're getting close," he mutters, his voice barely audible over the rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl.

The group continued to press on, following the footsteps. Impaled corpses, their lifeless forms skewered on crude stakes, stand as silent sentinels, alluding to the fact that you all have entered Grounder territory.

Half of the delinquent’s balk at the sight, their faces pale with fear as they exchange nervous glances. "We should head back," one of them whispers, his voice trembling with apprehension.

Bellamy's gaze flickers to the rest of the group, his expression unreadable. "Anyone who doesn't want to continue, head back to camp," he says, his voice firm.

Several members of the group step forward, their faces pale with fear as they make their decision. With a nod from Bellamy, they turn and disappear into the darkness, leaving only the six of you standing amidst the shadows.

"We keep going," Bellamy declares, his voice unwavering. "We find Octavia, no matter what."

…

Finn, who had been leading the group, suddenly stops in his tracks, his brow furrowed in frustration as he examines the ground beneath him.

"I've lost the trail," he admits defeatedly. A wave of restlessness washes over the group, murmurs of frustration and anxiety echoing through the woods.

Just then, a voice cuts through the tension like a knife, breaking the silence with its unexpectedness. "Where's John?" a girl pipes up from the back of the group.

You glance around, your heart sinking as you realize that John, one of the members of the search party, is nowhere to be found. Panic begins to bubble up within the group, their anxiety mounting with each passing second.

"Spread out and look for him," you command with false security. "He was just here, he can’t be far."

The group disperses, scrambling through the forest as they search for any sign of their missing comrade. Grounders emerges from the trees seemingly out of nowhere with a speed and stealth that takes the search party by surprise.

More and more of them begin to appear, their numbers growing by the second as they surround the group.

You and the rest of the search party scramble to escape the encroaching grounders. Fear pulses through your veins as you run blindly after Finn through the underbrush, the sound of pursuit echoing in your ears.

"Stop!" he calls out, his instincts kicking into overdrive as he senses something is wrong.

"So, are we racing to the finish line or just trying to outrun our bad decisions?" you state through exaggerated breaths. Bellamy gives you a look of disapproval before you raise your hands in surrender.

Diggs, in his blind panic refuses to stop running, leaving the group behind he fails to see the tripwire lying in wait for him. With a sickening crunch, he triggers the trap, his body impaled on the cruel spikes of a grounder trap.

Horror washes over the group as they witness the gruesome sight. Roma, overcome with panic at the sight of Diggs' fate, breaks away from the group once more. The grounders, sensing weakness, give chase, their figures disappearing into the shadows as they pursue their prey.

…

With each step, the forest seems to close in around you. The pounding of your heart drowns out the sounds of the forest as you sprint after Bellamy as he charges after the grounders. You both skid to a halt - Roma's lifeless body, lying crumpled on the forest floor like a discarded doll.

"They're playing with us," you gasp out, sickened by the sadistic display. This was a message.

Jasper's grief erupts into a raw, primal scream, his anguish echoing through the darkness as he unleashes his rage on the grounders. his cries fall on deaf ears, the grounders closing in menacingly.

You grab for him but he slips from your grasp. "Jasper, stop!" Bellamy shouts. But rage has consumed him. The Grounders peer out from the shadows, weapons poised, savoring his anger.

Just when it seems like all hope is lost, a deafening blast pierces through the air, the sound of the Foghorn reverberating through the forest like a warning bell. The grounders hesitate, their faces twisted in confusion before they retreat.

Bellamy held up a hand, signaling everyone to pause. "The fog is coming. We need to set up shelter, now!" Murmurs of alarm rippled through the group. Jasper's eyes went wide with fear.

Monroe sprang into action, dropping her pack and pulling out a large tent. "Everyone, help get the tent up! We need to get inside before it's too late." You rushed to help her and Jasper unfurl the canvas and snap together the poles with fumbling hands. The others gathered fallen branches to weigh down the edges.

As soon as the tent was upright, You were the first one to scramble under the tent, you can feel Bellamy's presence close beside you, his hand brushing against yours while you hold the flap open. The rest of the group follows suit, huddling together in the cramped space as you wait for the deadly fog to roll in.

"Will this hold against the fog?" Monroe asked nervously.

Bellamy's jaw tightened as he secured the entrance flap. "It'll have to. Just stay low and cover your skin."

The air inside the tent is hot due to the overcrowding. The heat of so many bodies pressed close together creating a suffocating atmosphere. Sweat beads on your brow as you struggle to catch your breath in the oppressive heat.

Bellamy shifts beside you, his proximity only adding to the warmth radiating from your surroundings. You steal a glance at him, noticing the sheen of sweat on his brow as he too grapples with the uncomfortable conditions.

The rest of the group is similarly affected, their faces flushed and their breath coming in ragged gasps as they try to find relief from the sweltering heat. Some fidget restlessly, while others simply close their eyes and try to endure the discomfort in silence.

You can't help but let out a chuckle, despite the discomfort. "Well, who needs a sauna when you have a tent full of sweaty delinquents?" you quip, trying to lighten the mood amidst the stifling heat.

The minutes drag on and the oppressive heat shows no signs of abating, Bellamy's patience wears thin. With a frustrated sigh, he glances around the cramped confines of the tent, a determined glint in his eyes as he realizes that something isn't right.

Jasper's restless energy permeates the silence that following. "How long are we supposed to wait?"

"There's no Acid Fog," he mutters in disbelief. "We've been sitting here for nothing." Bellamy's sharp eyes catch sight of a lone grounder slipping away through the trees, his movements furtive and swift.

Bellamy's jaw tightens as he weighs his options, his gaze fixed on the retreating figure of the grounder. "He doesn't see us," he says quietly, his voice firm with determination. "I'm going after him."

Finn considers the implications of Bellamy's plan. "And what?" he asks, his tone skeptical. "Kill him?"

Bellamy shakes his head. "No," he replies, his voice low and cold. "Catch him. Make him tell me where Octavia is. Then kill him." Jasper's eyes widen at Bellamy's words, mirroring your expression. "How do we know he's not leading us to another trap?"

Finn's shoulders sag in resignation at the question, "We don't," he admits. Without another word, Bellamy springs into action, his instincts driving him forward as he leads the group in pursuit of the fleeing figure.

…

The grounder leads your group through a winding cave passage, dimly lit by scattered torches. Shadows dance across the rough walls as you venture deeper underground.

Your eyes widen in alarm as you spot Octavia struggling to reach the key, her fingers just out of reach.

"Octavia," Bellamy calls out. You watch anxiously as Bellamy approaches Octavia, grabbing the key and releasing her bound wrist. "Monroe, watch the entrance," before turning back to his sister. "It's okay. You're okay."

Your eyes drift over to the grounder lying motionless nearby, spotting the foghorn on the cave floor. Realization dawns - this grounder had blown the horn that saved your lives. He had risked himself for you.

You share a troubled glance with Finn. Together you crouch down, checking the grounder for any signs of life. As you roll him over, his eyes flutter open weakly.

"We need to get back to camp," you tell Bellamy urgently. Whatever the grounder's motives, he clearly doesn't see you as mere enemies to be slaughtered.

You're taken aback as the grounder suddenly surges upwards, a flash of steel glinting in his hand in the dim light of the cave. Before you can react, he slashes the knife viciously towards Bellamy.

On instinct you throw yourself forward, your bare hands closing around the blade with a desperate grip. Searing pain slices through your palms but you clutch it tightly, stopping the attack. Blood wells up, slick and hot.

 Finn rushes in, shoving you aside. You grit your teeth against the pain, pressing yourself back against the rough stone wall of the cave in a desperate bid to distance yourself from the violence unfolding before you.

The sharp edges dig into your back, adding to the discomfort, but you welcome the distraction, focusing on the sensation to distract yourself from the agony coursing through your veins.

Finn and the grounder crash together, grappling fiercely. They slam into the cave walls, the knife glinting dangerously between them. The sound of struggle echoes through the cave, their bodies locked in a desperate struggle for survival.

With a violent twist, the grounder drives the blade into Finn's side, the sharp blade sinking deep into flesh with a sickening squelch.

Finn cries out, shock and disbelief etched on his face, as he stumbled backwards and collapsing to the cave floor as blood stains his shirt.

The grounder's wild eyes fix on Bellamy as he charges forward with a guttural cry. Bellamy braces himself just as the muscular grounder slams into him, driving him down.

They crash violently to the cave floor, the grounder's knife glinting as he presses it to Bellamy's throat.

Bellamy struggles beneath the weight, grunting with effort. The knife edge digs in, just shy of drawing blood.

"Please!" Octavia cries out desperately. "Don't kill my brother!"

The grounder hesitates, conflict etched on his face. His grip on the knife wavers slightly at her words. In that moment of indecision, Jasper appears behind the grounder and swings his makeshift club with all his might. It connects solidly with the back of the grounder's skull with a sickening thud.

The grounder's eyes roll back as he sags forward, collapsing unconscious atop Bellamy. Shoving him off, Bellamy scrambles to his feet, chest heaving. Bellamy pushes himself to his feet, his chest heaving with exertion as he surveys the scene before him.

Octavia is already at Finn's side, her hands trembling as she applies pressure to the stab wound and trying to stop the bleeding. "Hold on, Finn," she pleads while he groans in pain.

"We need to get Finn out of here now!" Bellamy orders. Bellamy and Monroe lift Finn up and you all hurry from the cave, leaving the murderous grounder behind. You know the knife that was meant for Bellamy could end up costing Finn's life instead.

Bellamy moves with purpose, leading the way back to camp. His movements spur the rest of you into action, and you struggle to keep pace due to the pain coursing through your body.

…

You glance down at your injured hands, the pain throbbing with each heartbeat. With a grimace, you tear off your sleeves and hastily tie them around the wound, the makeshift bandage offering some measure of relief.

The adrenaline is starting to fade in your body and instead the exhaustion is kicking in, you find yourself lagging behind, your steps growing slower and more unsteady with each passing moment as your friends disappear out of your view. Your vision blurs and swims, black spots dancing at the edges as you fight to stay conscious.

With each step, the world grows dimmer, the sounds of the forest fading into a distant haze as you push yourself forward. With everything going on all you can think of is your mother.

"I wish you were here," you whisper to yourself, gaze drifting upward to the vast expanse of the night sky.

The stars twinkle overhead offering no answers, their silent witness serving only to remind you that you were unwanted and unloved. You wish she hadn't sent you down here alone, without her guidance and protection.

Tears well up in your eyes as you struggle to reconcile the harsh realities of your situation. You long for her comforting embrace, for the reassurance of her presence by your side.

You fall to your knees in the darkness, the burning pain almost unbearable as you check the bandages. the white cloth of your sleeved are now stained crimson with your blood.

With a heavy heart, you wipe away the tears and attempt to push yourself to your feet, knowing you cannot dwell on her any further.

The darkness closes in around you before you can’t see anything else.

…

The sound of heavy rain pelting the earth fills your ears, mingling with the distant rumble of thunder. Mud squelches beneath you, soaking through your clothes as you lie helpless on the forest floor.

The damp forest floor feels good pressing against your flushed cheek. In the distance, thunder rumbles ominously.

Faint voices drift through the trees, too far to understand. You try to call out, but only manage a weak croak. "Bellamy?" you rasp hopefully. You strain to make out the words, your senses dulled by pain and exhaustion.

"You two," he points to his search party, "head in there and don't come out until you've got him.

The figures draw nearer, distorted by rain and fog. You can just make out Bellamy's dark curly hair coming into view, his face etched with concern.

"Hold on," he breathes, dropping down beside you. "I’m gonna get you home." You wince as he grasping your arm tightly, fresh pain lancing through your body.

You tried to speak but only managed a weak cough. Bellamy slipped an arm under you, carefully pulling you up from the cold mud. You cried out hoarsely as the movement ignited fresh agony in your wounds.

"I know, I'm sorry," he grimaced, holding you close against him. "I’ve got you now. Just stay with me."

Leaning heavily on Bellamy, you hobbled forward with his support. Each step was torture, but you focused on putting one foot in front of the other as the storm raged around you.

Every gust of wind threatens to uproot trees and send them crashing to the ground.

"You're going to be okay," he reassures you, his voice gentle yet resolute. "Just hang in there, alright? We'll get you patched up and back to camp in no time."

His two companions emerged from the cave. Between them, they carry the grounder who attacked Finn, his unconscious form slung over their shoulders like a sack of potatoes. He grabs the rope they'd used on the grounder before. "Let's get this bastard tied up before he wakes."

Working quickly, they bind the grounder's hands and feet. The storm around you seems to rage even harder as they work, as if protesting their presence in the forest.

With a nod of acknowledgment they follow behind as he leads them back to camp. The wind whips through the trees, drowning out any words that might be spoken. Bellamy remains steadfast by your side, his arm wrapped securely around your waist as he supports your weight.

With each step, the muddy ground threatens to give way beneath your feet, Bellamy scoops you up into his arms as your legs finally give out, no longer able to support your weight. You cry out in pain, clutching at him weakly as he carries you the last stretch towards camp.

The rain beats down relentlessly as He ducks into the shelter of the dropship. Clarke and Octavia rush forward when they see the state you're in, alarm on their faces.  

He gently layed you down on a blanket as you whimper, fresh waves of agony coursing through your body. Bellamy smooths back your wet hair, his expression pained. "You're safe now," he murmurs.

Suddenly angry shouts erupt from behind him. Bellamy's companions drag a bound Grounder through the entrance, throwing him harshly to the floor. Clarke and Octavia stare in shock before rounding on Bellamy, demanding answers.

"The hell are you doing?" Octavia demands, her eyes narrowing as she surveys the scene unfolding before her. Bellamy meets her gaze, his expression unreadable as he responds with quiet determination. "It's time to get some answers."

Octavia scoffs at his words, her disbelief evident in the way she crosses her arms over her chest. "Oh, you mean 'revenge'?"

But Bellamy shakes his head, his gaze unwavering as he meets her eyes. "I mean 'intel'," he clarifies, his voice cutting through the howling wind with quiet authority.

Turning to his companions who carried the captive grounder, Bellamy issues a command. "Get him upstairs," he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.

As the boys obediently move to carry out Bellamy's orders, Clarke approaches. She meets Bellamy's eyes, a silent question passing between them.

The radio crackles to life behind her, causing Bellamy to giver a shocked look at the unexpected interruption. Abby's voice comes through the static, her words echoing with urgency and concern. "Clarke, okay we're ready. Can you hear me?"

Turning to face him, "Look," she begins, her voice heavy with emotion, "this is not who we are."

Bellamy's eyes harden as he faces down Clarke and Octavia's protests. He holds up a hand, silencing them. "This is who we are now!" he declares through gritted teeth. "We do what we must to survive."

His uncompromising words dare them to argue. Clarke and Octavia exchange frustrated looks but stay silent. They know Bellamy's mind is set.

With frustrated sighs, they turn away and get to work treating Finn. Bellamy kneels beside you again, his calloused hand is unexpectedly gentle as he caresses your face. "I have to take care of this," he says grimly before heading for the ladder.

You watch through hazy eyes as he disappears above to deal with the Grounder prisoner. The storm continues its assault outside, rain pounding relentlessly on the metal hull.

Utterly spent, you finally let your heavy eyelids fall shut. The pain feels distant now. You take comfort knowing Bellamy will keep you all safe, no matter what it takes or who tries to stop him.

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[iristial]

Putting aside the Geats brainrot only for the spirit of Zero One to take over and I add more notes to my personal canon where among other things Aruto's a human-turned-Humagear (or cyborg), Izu was originally developed as the Ark's vessel and priestess before Korenosuke took her in a secret deal with Horobi, and Jin is a complicated thing of human-cyborg-Humagear who further parallels Aruto and his relationship to Korenosuke because both Korenosuke and Horobi are overprepared but the "paragon of humanity and Humagears" turned his biological grandson into a robot out of grief and then neglected the "replacement" while the "enemy of humans" did it out of concern for his very alive, adopted son's wellbeing (which the Ark took advantage of) and with his consent. It's never over with me and Takahashi series

[risingsunresistance]

50 skill average...

[sincerely-sofie]

Is this why Ark won't straight up confess?

Oh my WORD I'd forgotten I made a meme of that. Long story short, yeah! Pretty much!

There's a cut (but still canonical) scene this is based on early in The Present is a Gift where Ark, sans memories, basically says he's very fond of Twig and he's happy he met her and is able to call her a friend. Twig doesn't straight up tell him she'll slide him a fifty if he never says that again in the original scene, but she gets VERY noticeably uncomfortable and he permanently backs off on the Words of Affirmation front.

After that, he has this lingering fear that she'll react the same way if he were ever to propose a romantic relationship, and so his ex-villain brain constantly comes up with elaborate schemes that minimize emotional risks and have Twig make the first move in response to actions he takes that may or may not be interpreted as platonic or perhaps something more, therefore shifting all risks off of himself in the process.

TL;DR--- Man's scared of rejection and has masterminded a situation in which Twig is the only one to risk direct rejection, therefore guaranteeing success... If she wasn't an idiot and would pick up on his hints.

[drrealityslenderverse]

New! Masks ch. 39

Another Tim chapter w/some fluff!

Masks (80464 words) by DRReality Chapters: 52/? Fandom: Slender Man Mythos, Marble Hornets, Creepypasta - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Timothy "Tim" Wright | Masky & Original Character(s), Original Character(s)/Original Character(s), Jay Merrick/Timothy "Tim" Wright | Masky, Timothy "Tim" Wright | Masky/Reader Characters: Timothy "Tim" Wright | Masky, Brian Thomas | Hoody, Slender Man, The Operator (Marble Hornets), Alex Kralie, Tobias Erin "Toby" Rogers | Ticci Toby, The Rake (Creepypasta), Original Characters, Skully (Marble Hornets) Additional Tags: Angst, POV First Person, Proxies (Slender Man Mythos), Slow Burn, Post-Canon, Post-Marble Hornets (Web Series), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Demons, Not Beta Read, glitchedverse beta, glitchedverse au, Marble Hornets AU, Mentions of Cancer, Mentions of Suicide, Panic Attacks, POV Third Person, hinted jam, Past Relationship(s), Unreliable Narrator, x Reader if you squint Summary: Tim lost everyone to The Operator but just when he thought it was over he runs into Ash, the two becoming reluctant allies in this mess. He soon uncovers that what he knew about that entity and the horrors might reach further than he and Jay originally found out… and Ash seems to know more than what's being told. Keep friends close and enemies closer, if you can tell the difference. For Ash, that line is becoming blurrier and trying to keep friends alive along with herself isn't easy. Piece by piece Slender works to break her and force Ash to work as a puppet. Their choices may eventually come down to Break or Fight, better known as Submit or Die, unless they can figure out how to trust each other enough to work together. With surprises in store and threats from all directions their lives depend on it.   Will be in 1st person with Tim's chapters being in 3rd (basically the inspiration that started my Into the Ark comic and entire Glitchedverse AU.)

[s-talking]

there's a shadow in the corner of his gaze and the sensation of waves crashing against his frame, pulling against his limbs and aching where they've touched. never present / never ending, there's salt in his scars and a burning in his lungs but nothing bites sharper than the disappointment that rings with the voice so synched with the pulse in his ears ----- ' do you expect anything else if you cannot even swim against this? perhaps your life will prove a more valuable reward to studiousness. ' ---- until everything becomes too much and he finds himself slipping under, water knocking through every available spot as he open his throat in a failed attempt to scream. but there's no one here to listen, the shadow on the surface merely retreating, a sudden wish for help the only reoccurring thought and the more he attempts to follow it ----- crash! the reality of waves only dragging him further down, becoming his chains; presenting him as nothing more than a heavy lump that will no doubt sink to the bottom of the floor. drowning, drownee; his eyelids are still wet once he closes them and he can't be certain if it's the ocean or his tears that become the raging force behind it, allowing the warmth to take over his cold in something more solid and ----

he finds himself awake, body lifted from it's usual uncomfortable position in his attempts to cling onto something to tug against the imaginary chains that never truly managed to hold him; his head pressed into a shoulder more still than his would-be heartbeat and he considers uttering an apology but it's the least reoccurring thought in his mind at the moment ---- waking up; is the highlight. wondering how he ended up like this, all tight limbed and glassy eyed on the mans shoulder, is the reprieve. he can trick himself into thinking he hasn't been as bad as he thinks, that maybe the nighttime darkness will dim the reality of his situation but for how long they've come to know each other, he knows envy can't be fooled so easily; he doesn't need the light to tell him somethings wrong.

❛   shit.   ❜  he mutters, a sudden break from the silence he tries to pour himself in. shit, shit, shit. ❛   you don't mind ... if we stay like this for now, right?   ❜ / thank you for indulging me this is so long but im!!!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 about that certain moment of silence people feel when their whole life comes crushing down, & tried to imagine what ayato must have felt when he discovered that his mother never really loved him, that the long years of punishment & abuse were merely a stepping stone meant for another, & that his entire worth, the very meaning of it, could be so easily crushed... much like that castle made of sand. most of our life's misfortunes come pretty quickly, so quickly, in fact, that we barely even have time to react but for ayato sakamaki? ohh, that misfortune was most certainly his entire existence. you'd be surprised what else you can learn by just watching. that poor, sweet, innocent thing... he used to hide from his mother, you know? he'd hide in a closet, & wait. the sheer thought of being drowned alive scaring him half to death but, even so, the boy still yearned to be loved. so much so, he sometimes uses that very same closet to hide even to this day & for some strange reason, not once did he ever notice the little love note most viciously carved on the inner side of the wall; ɎØ U ȺɌ Ɇ NO Ŧ Ⱥ ŁØ N Ɇ.

pretty reassuring, isn't it? envy had spent almost five months studying every aspect of his life, just digging & digging into the rabbit hole only for his own darkness to grow bigger ── far more twisted & hungry ── resonating ever so deeply with the horrors found within. after all, it's all connected to love, in the end. they both had their fair share of it. they both had yearned enough to kill & no matter who or what crossed their path, nothing could ever get in the way so that makes them technically soulmates, right? a pair of vile monsters destined to come together & fulfill each other's longing, indulging in every dark secret instead of just stashing it away. this is precisely why he'd left that message, & why he's here tonight; to let the other know.

to ' help ' him understand.

still, for just a moment ── that very fraction of a second in which ayato sat up ── envy honestly believed that he was going to dart out of bed & flee, that he'd never see him again, but the young vampire pressed in tight... allowing for envy's cold hands to reach for him in the shadows. they felt him tremble softly. so sweetly vulnerable, so terribly, terribly exposed. he could barely even sit up as they hugged, painting a wide, devilish smile 'pon those murderous lips. oh, no. no. he wouldn't even dream of moving. not when ayato is begging to be saved.

❝ shhh.... ❝ so the little killer hushes, his sharp fangs glimmering wickedly in the dark, ❝ shhhh... hush now... ❝ pushing the other slowly down, envy towers over & with one hand resting next to ayato's head, proceeds to wipe away the falling tears. the touch being strikingly gentle yet cold, but no more than the putrid gaze that suddenly weights down 'pon the vampire, peering right into his quivering soul.

❝ . . . . . ❝

a long moment of silence ensues just then, followed by the black nailed fingers slowly brushing their way into a sea of red hair, so delicately crowning those porcelain features. they are breathtakingly gorgeous & divine, & shall be forever. isn't that wonderful? with that amount of time, ayato & him will surely become like two birds of a feather & the whole world as we know it shall burn at their feet. what the other really needs now is a little push, a little reassure, ( if not some good old discipline, ) making the little killer lower with curiosity & vice, bit by bit pressing their hips together before propping up on both elbows for support.

right there & then, he whispers to him softly, muttering in a low, dark, almost purring tone, ❝ you can... never... get rid of me... ❝ only for the wicked smile to fade, & just like that, seal those nightmares with a slow, most haunting kiss.

[nanintell]

My SEA Ark (main) witnessing his GMS Reboot counterpart getting one-shot by a happy erda: