#artemxis

[kuroshuuu]

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our time is never quite enough

[elevhens-archive-blog]

we are all cracked beneath the surface struggling to find out who we really are. we are all broken, fragile souls struggling to make sense of life. be kind, be gentle, and most of all be fearless.

spilled ink.

[acenancy]

omg i don't really have a specific prompt but could you write a fic about anything season 4 bellarke related?? really whatever you feel like writing i trust you

omg i’m so flattered you trust me but IDK IF YOU SHOULD??? okay here you go, babes.

darkness brings evil things, oh, the reckoning begins

(AO3)

Fandom: The 100Pairing: BellarkeRating: T (for violent thoughts???)Words: 1,480

Maybe it seems like there’s no rhyme or reason to what Octavia isdoing, but there is. The rhyme is this: slash the throats, slice theveins, stab the hearts of those who do the same. Here’s the reason:Lincoln.

Octavia doesn’t particularly care why Echo approached her afterA.L.I.E. was defeated.

To eliminate the leaders of the Thirteen Clans and help King Roanrise to power, Heda once and for all.

Whatever.

To kill Wanheda, take her power, use it to annihilate them.

Again, Octavia could not care less.

Still, she agrees to Echo’s proposition.

Wiping out your competitors, taking power, putting people in charge –it’s all politics. Possibly, if things were different, Octaviawould have a vested interest in the state of the grounders and herpeople. As it is, she’s interested in one thing only: bringingvengeance upon anyone responsible, directly or indirectly, for thedeath of Lincoln.

The death of her soul.

And as far as Octavia is concerned, anyone in a seat of power heldPike’s hand and pulled the trigger with him. Now, thanks to Echo,she has a veiled excuse to kill them.

If Clarke Griffin happens to be one of the people she’s beencontracted to murder, well. That’s tough.

Has it occurred to Octavia that Clarke tried helping her and theresistance take down Pike? Yeah. That Clarke has saved Octavia andtheir friends and their entire people countless time? Yeah. Has italso occurred to Octavia that Clarke abandoned them all in aheartbeat and only came back after she killed her girlfriend? Thatshe’s committed genocide? That she left people Octavia cared aboutto die? Yeah.

When it comes down to it, killing Clarke will be one of the easiestthings Octavia ever does. There’s no doubt in her mind about it.Really.

Plus, it will be nice, won’t it, to rip the heart right out ofBellamy’s chest? To take away the other half of him, just like hedid to her?

She reaches Arkadia at night.

Clarke’s quarters are smaller than she expected. Her room in Poliswas extravagant, lavish for a home built from rubble. Octavia canonly assume her bedroom on the Ark was decent too. Here though, onthe ground, in Arkadia, Clarke’s shabby tent from the dropship wasprobably nicer than the room she has now. Clarke’s cot takes upevery inch of the room, not leaving any space on the sides so thatshe has to climb atop it from the foot of her bed. There are nowindows, no vents, no dresser for clothes. The room itself was quitepossibly a walk-in closet when they were in space.

Knowing Clarke is staying in such undesirable conditions should bringa smile to Octavia’s face, but all it does is make her stomachchurn with anger. Of course the princess is living modestly. What afucking a martyr.

It takes less than a second for Octavia to realize she has no placeto hide, though. The surprise attack she planned would be thrown outthe window, if there were one. If Octavia were to kill Clarke now, itwould have to be as soon as she stepped through the door, over herthreshold, in clear sight of whoever  stood in the hallway.

Would Octavia care if everyone knows she killed Clarke Griffin? Notreally. Actually, she wants them to know, especially her brother. Butit would hinder her plans of killing every other person on herhit-list, so she’ll refrain. For now.

Octavia is just about to make her exit when she hears two voicesoutside.

“You can’t sleep in here, Clarke. Seriously.” It’s Bellamy.

“I already have,” Clarke replies. “I can and I will.”

“Switch with me,” Bellamy insists. Octavia can tell by theirritation dripping from his voice that he’s genuinely distressedby Clarke’s sleeping arrangements.

Clarke huffs. “No.”

Eyes wide, Octavia’s heart kicks into overdrive as the doorknobbegins to turn.

“This isn’t even a room,” says Bellamy. The doorknob stopsmoving. “It’s a walk-in closet.”

That’s exactly what Octavia thought. She glares at the door.

“Is a walk-in closet not considered a room?” argues Clarke.

“No, it isn’t.”

“I’m fine, Bellamy.”

“Clarke.” Bellamy’s voice has an edge to it now. He’s firm.“You’re cramped in there. There’s a draft. The couple next dooris loud the entire night. You can’t sleep.”

Octavia wonders how Bellamy knows what Clarke’s bedroom is likeovernight but quickly decides she doesn’t care. The state of theirrelationship has always been – and probably always will be – amystery to her. All she knows for sure is that Bellamy’s heart isClarke’s. That’s all the information she needs to motivate her.

“I can’t sleep because the world is ending, Bellamy, notbecause my neighbors don’t know how to stifle their moans.”

The doorknob starts to turn again. Octavia stumbles backwards.

“Stay in my room,” Bellamy practically yells. “With me.” Histone is softer. “Stay with me.”

There’s silence at that, and Octavia isn’t sure if they’vepitched their voices lower or if Clarke simply isn’t sure what tosay. Octavia collapses at the foot of the bed.

Her heart, in spite of itself, swells with emotion. It’s not angeror blind hatred or bitterness she feels either; it’s sad, a little.A bit regretful. Mostly, it feels light, like it’s floating away.

She remembers the anxieties that come with caring for someone morethan you care for yourself, care for anyone else. She remembersclinging to someone for big things and silly things and everything inbetween. She remembers wanting someone, one someone, at your sidealways, for the rest of your numbered days. She remembers what it’slike to love this way.

And isn’t that why Octavia is killing Clarke in the first place? Totake this love away from them? To make Bellamy feel what she feelsevery waking moment? Isn’t that why? Isn’t it?

Frustrated and confused, Octavia presses the heels of her handsagainst her eyes, smudging her warpaint.

She doesn’t know what she believes anymore.

On the other side of the door, Clarke finally speaks. “Just let meget my sketchpad.”

Even as the door opens, Octavia doesn’t bother standing up fromwhere she’s perched on Clarke’s cot. Clarke doesn’t hide hersurprise to see her, taking a step back into Bellamy’s chest.

Octavia swipes futilely at her eyes. The backs of her hands come awayblack.

From over Clarke’s shoulder, Bellamy exhales her name. “O…”

Octavia ignores him. “I need a place to crash,” she lies. Shefeels the guilt and dishonesty twist in her gut. “So I came here.”

Disbelief fills Clarke’s voice. She hasn’t stepped away fromBellamy. “Here?”

“Nowhere else to go.” The truth of it washes over her in onecold, harsh wave.

“Of course you can stay here,” Clarke tells her. She glances atBellamy whose eyes are cast down at the floor. “Actually, I’m uh– you can have the room to yourself tonight. I won’t be here.”

Unable to meet her eyes, Octavia nods. Clarke mimics her, then stepsinto the room to reach under her bed. The sketchpad she pulls fromunderneath is covered with sketches of herbs and oaks and the sky,and right in the center, as though shielded by it all, Octaviacatches a glimpse of her brother. His eyes are bright, smile small,face freckled with stars. Clarke holds the pad tight to her chest.

“Goodnight, Octavia,” she says. Clarke doesn’t wait for aresponse before she leaves. Bellamy hesitates in the doorway though,casting one final look at Octavia before closing the door.

Heart breaking all over again, she scoots up the cot. She lays down,staring at the metal ceiling, and forces herself to breathe.

She thinks of Lincoln, like she always, always, always does. Theirlove is still the lifeblood pumping through her veins.

Then Octavia thinks of Bellamy and she thinks of Clarke. She thinksof the two of them, together. And, though she hates to, she thinks ofhow much she loves both of them, more than any resentment she feels.

It’s the worst realization she could possibly have.

Because she was never going to kill Clarke, was she? Octavia isn’tsure what she was going to do. But at the end of the day,Clarke is her family, almost as much Bellamy, and she would never doto them what they have done to her. She could never take them awayfrom each other. She could never inflict the pain that’s become heronto people she hates with every fiber of her being to love.

Octavia wants to scream until her lungs give out.

Instead, she thinks of Clarke’s drawing of Bellamy. She remembersanother drawing, in a leather notebook, of a girl fresh from spaceand chasing butterflies, a lifetime ago.

[dogmotifs]

you might ask what ‘i love you’ tastes like. well it tastes like bitter sweet chocolate, wrapped in rose petals, and drizzled in tree sap with a glass of milk on the side. it tastes like her mouth.

and i haven’t eaten in a week I c.d. (VIA SOFTGGOGH) 

[lilypcttcr]

omg your handwriting is so pretty can you write "the last enemy that shall be destroyed is death" because jily?

thanks and yes ofc!

lol sorry for the bad quality i have a shaky hand

send me things to write in my handwriting

[herhmione]

your post about pansy is amazing omg this fandom has strayed much too far away from canon and every once in awhile we have to remember what the books actually establish and like... who not to romanticize

i know! i think it’s been so long since we’ve truly had canon material that people have kind of just forgotten

[diablocodys]

omg congrats on 12k you deserve all that and more!! and my favorite emoji is 💕

thank you!!!

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[astrraeus]

hey this looks so fun!! prompt: "things you said under the stars" either prose or fanfic whatever you want really and my selfie tag is just tagged/face

ahh thanku!

faceclaim: u kinda remind me of kate in stuck in love!

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[abbygkane]

moana?

never seen | want to see | terrible | boring | okay | good | great | a favorite

send me a movie

[lilyevane]

@artemxis replied to your post “I'm curious to see your handwriting- could you maybe write "james and...”

YOUR HANDWRITING IS SO GOALS

aaah i will never admit it jules but THANK YOU ilysm <33

[spelllingandthemysteryschool]

@artemxis unfortunately there are.....it’s so so worrying

[annbeth]

promo list #3

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no more please

[acenancy]

@artemxis omg...idek what to write for you. Scratch that, I have too many things I want to write for you. YOU & S4 WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME

[aliciavspinnet]

A WONDERFUL AMAZING VIBE like beachy, energetic, playful, and happy but also super supportive and wise and quirky??

JULESSSS (this made me soooo happy) (THANK YOU!!) 

send me the vibe i give off 

[brimay]

omg i totally feel for you right now. i've had two runaway text posts like that (one about a girl gang to stop trump and another about 90s kids or whatever) and i still get random angry people in my inbox about those posts when at this point i'm so far from caring like i wrote those posts in two minutes i didn't sign up for this??? which is what they're doing to you rn?? i like your post though like introverts can relate i can see why it blew up

exactly! it’s also really awkward, because not only did i make that post months ago, but i actually deleted it, since i was tired of dramatic, childish people using it to argue with each other when it wasn’t even about them in the first place. 

basically, i don’t know why that anon thought the ask was good timing, but when i read it, i was like: “buddy?¿¿ you’re three months late,” lmao

[parkergf]

i voted for gamsey :)

thanks so much!!

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