#bellarke aesthetic

[pendragaryen]

Happy 39th birthday, precious sunshine Bobby Morley! 12-20-1984 Yet another Bellarke modern AU/Beliza aesthetic

[faesfairies]

list of my favourite otps → [3/∞] marcus kane & abby griffin

We’ve all been through so much that it’s hard to recognize hope, even when it’s right in front of us.

What was that?

Let’s call it hope.

[artemist-y]

an enemies to lover playlist -- a classic

spotify link 

[she-who-the-river-could-not-hold]

Bellarke WIP Moodboard + Fic Update

Been working on a lot of journaling offline, putting me in the mood to record more of my thoughts and stuff so why not expand some of that into posting on here! I've missed yelling to the fandom void.

Here's my Pinterest board so far for a WIP that I've been slowly working on. Right now it's just vibes atm, but I finished outlining the first chapter today which was exciting! I've been starting to play around with the tone of it. I'm really aiming for hazy, summer vibes with it. Florida/Southern gothic aesthetic. I've had this idea for a while now and while at one point I was testing if I wanted it to be original story, I ultimately feel like my original concept for it as a Bellarke AU is the direction I want to stick with! I've been missing writing those two so it's nice to imagine them in scenarios again lol. Might rewatch some of my favorite episodes to get back into it as well! I imagine it'll have some season two and three vibes from the show.

No timeline atm for this! I like the idea that I'll be writing it quickly, but I've learned to temper my expectations. One of my goals is that before posting each chapter, to have the next one solidly outlined or almost done first.

Otherwise I'm slowly chipping away on some other WIPs. I'm trying to hold myself less firmly to anything until I'm truly in a rhythm. If one calls out to me, I'll switch it up! A couple drabble-esque fics are almost done, as well as the first chapter for a Hellcheer Troped AU. Those might get their own rambling posts later!

[bettsfic]

Directors cut ⭐️

lemon!!

okay so lemon is very special to me because it marks i think a major shift in my aesthetic and the way i write relationships. i'd gotten the idea for it years before when i had car problems, and i took it to an auto shop where i was assisted by a handsome young man who was also extremely sketchy and offered me 20% off if i paid with cash. as i went to the ATM, i thought, "this would make a great anidala fic."

i wasn't into writing anidala at the time (i think those were the bellarke years), but they're my oldest and ultimate favorite ship, so i knew it was only a matter of time before i would return to them. lo, the release of obi-wan kenobi renewed my long dormant anakin skywalker emotions and i decided to come back to my deranged mechanic fucker idea.

so i had a great time writing it, but i have fun writing most things so that's not strange. what continues to truly baffle me is the response i've received on it.

i've been posting fic for long enough, and i know my audience well enough, that i can generally accurately guess what kind of traffic and comments it will get. although i put a lot of work and effort into lemon, i figured it would have a small handful of readers who would leave kind and supportive comments while i posted each chapter, then when it was complete i would have my usual small uptick of readers who were waiting to binge it and a few more comments. but then, because anidala doesn't really have an active fandom and what fandom it does have doesn't seem to be interested in modern AUs, i assumed that would be it.

but readers seem to feel........very strongly about lemon. in the year it's been posted, i've gotten bursts of enthusiastic and thoughtful comments on it, well above and beyond my expectations. and i truly don't understand why. (it's not my best writing by a long shot, and re-reading it i cringe at a lot of the choices i made and that i would approach very differently now.) but the same is true of black-eyed, so i'm wondering if there's just a dearth of femdom modern aus in the world. or assertive submissive men with insane loyalty kink, maybe.

so the response to lemon continues to floor me, and like dirtbag, i hope to one day get back the insane writing energy i had in the latter half of 2022.

[kinetic-elaboration]

Southern Gothic AU Ficlets

Okay, I am trying to work on the Southern Gothic AU but I keep getting distracted by the Internet.

As part of this attempt to...you know, get back into it, even though it's been a while and it's a little overwhelming, I am requesting requests.

(I was going to say I'm opening requests lol--seems so arrogant in this day and age.)

Send me a character or pairing/dynamic and I will write a ficlet in the Southern Gothic AU verse.

Characters, pairings, and dynamics:

Bellamy, Clarke, Octavia, Raven, Jasper, Monty, Murphy, Emori, Miller, Kane, Luna

Bellarke, Octaven, Jonty, Memori, Kane/Luna

Bellamy & Octavia, Octavia & Jasper & Monty, Raven & Jasper & Monty, Raven & Murphy & Emori, Bellamy and crew (Jasper, Monty, Murphy, Emori, Miller)

For more on this fic/its general aesthetic see the tag "devil's gonna get me one of these days" on my blog.

[bellamysnatblida]

NEVER KNEW HER NAME, THEY’RE LOOKING ALL THE SAME TO ME

currently on the radio: tumblr girls - g eazy

anastasia 𐒘𝛠 topics mostly discussed victoria’s secret self confidence riordanverse books the 100 supermodels self care formula 1 fanfiction

𐒘𝛠 fifteen. intp. greek mythology nerd. fashionista. sagittarius. daughter of aphrodite. legacy of poseidon. prioritizing selfcare. currently sunburnt af (not that sunburnt anymore but i’ll still keep that here for the aesthetic) n1 bellarke supporter. carlos sainz’s guardian angel. traumatized ferrari fan.

[ohlenalena]

Chapter 5 is out, bitches!

Come read my Bellarke story and suffer. It’s hella angsty - you’ve been warned.

Title: Transmission

Summary: If Bellamy received Clarke’s radio transmissions.

Links: AO3, FF, Wattpad

[icantloseyou-too]

Lost My Mind

A good partner is hard to come by. For Bellamy, he knew he struck gold when Clarke joined his unit, sharing the same mind, moving as one, always watching each other's backs. But when a drug bust goes wrong and Clarke is forced to dig up an old undercover identity, she puts herself in danger, and Bellamy has to deal with some hard truths about their partnership that could change their relationship forever.

ao3 link here :)

[fuckyeahbellarke]

Flowers, Chocolates, & Something Warm

[An alternate canon fluff with a Valentine's twist set in an alternate post-2.16 future where Maya survived. - This is an older work that I reedited & added to slightly.]

[On AO3]

The day started out normal enough, except for the flowers sitting outside her tent. She doesn’t pay them much attention as she picks them up and takes them to medical. They’re an important ingredient in a healing salve for burns, after all—someone probably found them and left them where she’d surely see them.

She takes them to medical and adds them to the inventory list. Before setting them down, she puts them to her nose, breathing in the subtle, earthy smells. She’s smiling when Harper comes in for her lesson that morning.

-x-

Later, she doesn’t find anything strange about Bellamy coming in after dark with some rations for the both of them. She often forgets to eat, and he often brings her food. They’ve done this enough times now that Clarke’s already getting their space cleared in the corner as soon as she sees him with the tray.

He tells her about his day. “Miller nearly blew up on Tanner for forgetting his shift this morning, and Jasper’s been nervous all day.”

Clarke smiles. “You’ve scheduled Miller on a lot of late night watches, he’s probably getting sick of the strange sleep schedule,” she comments.

Bellamy shrugs. “I think he likes the dark,” he says then adds with a small knowing smile, “and, anyways, Harper’s always keeping him company up there.” Clarke’s eyes widen as she stares at him. His smile widens as his small smile breaks into a wide grin. "Monty too. Together sometimes."

Clarke's more amused by Bellamy knowing this gossip. She shrugs at sips at the moonshine he brought her. “Is that why she was so tired during her lesson with me today?”

And so it continues. There still aren’t a lot of them at camp—a newly established settlement away from the Ark, back at the dropship site—after more than a year apart, so Clarke isn’t always treating patients in medical. She has, however, taken to giving lessons to their residents for most minor injuries and their remedies on hand so she isn’t inundated with the small things all of the time.

Similarly, Bellamy and Octavia (with Lincoln every now and then) have held individual training courses to make sure all of the camp residents can defend themselves.

-x-

After Bellamy leaves, it’s Octavia who gets Clarke wondering. “Apparently Bellamy’s been spreading stories of Old World traditions again,” she comments when she comes into medical with new rations gathered from her group’s scouting expedition. “Jasper’s been fretting all day about what to present Maya for Valentine’s Day, and Miller’s taken Harper who knows where, not to mention what Fox and Newt are up to behind the smokehouse.”

“Valentine’s Day? The love holiday from Before with all the hearts and flowers?” Clarke’s a little confused, even as Octavia nods.

They didn’t celebrate holidays on the Ark. Well, maybe they did at first, when there were gifts to be made and time to be spent on such things, but that only lasted about thirty years, then things changed. And from what Clarke’s been told, the Grounders don’t keep the Old World holidays. They have their own now.

Octavia shrugs. “Well, to be fair, he was speaking of some old Roman saint and the beginnings of the holiday, but you can probably guess what part the rest of them were more interested.” She twirls a yellow flower in her hands. “I think Lincoln heard enough of it to believe I want to be involved some how in this madness.”

Clarke’s grabbing paper and pencil and taking inventory of their new stock. “Well, do you?” she asks.

“I don’t know,” Octavia replies. “I mean, I want him to tell me or show me that he loves me, but I don’t want it to be for some stupid Old World tradition based on a facts no one even remembers anymore except for my stupid brother who knows everything Roman.”

Clarke smiles fondly. She’s heard a lot of Bellamy’s stories, too, after all. “You could tell Lincoln that,” she says to Octavia, “or you could do something to show him how much he means to you—something all your own.”

“That’s a good idea, Clarke,” Octavia responds.

Clarke nods, focusing on the inventory in front of her, looking for the plant Octavia mentioned when she came in. “Now, where did you tell me the—” she cuts herself off as she turns around, noticing that she’s the only one in the room.

-x-

Much later, as most of the camp residents find their tents to sleep, she returns to her tent to retrieve one of her furs. Sitting amongst her bed furs lies one she does not recognize. Clarke walks over to it curiously and picks it up. It’s a shawl, she notes with a smile. As she inspects it more closely, she begins to recognize the animal it was made from. Bellamy’s prized kill the other week. A rather large big cat, they all thought at the time, with a strangely dark brown fur. No one could quite decide what animal from Before it was closest to.

She picks it up, wraps it around herself, and walks over to the large fire still burning outside. She smiles when she sees Harper, Miller, and Monty looking cozy together as well as Jasper and Maya off to the side curled into each other. Things must have turned out alright for them, she notes. She also can’t find Octavia anywhere, so that must be going well, too.

Clarke sits beside Bellamy, like she always does, and studies him closely. There's something more intimate in his eyes when he looks at her lately. His concentrated expression holds steady for over a minute before he smiles down at her. “Enjoying the warmth, Princess?” he asks loudly.

Clarke barely has to look around to see the smiles directed at the two of them. Perhaps she should have pieced it together long ago—the rest of camp seems to have figured it out long before her.

Finally, she nods as she leans against him. “How long have you been working on it?” she asks.

“’Bout a week now, ever since I told them the story of Valentinus. It got me thinking.”

“I didn’t get you anything,” Clarke murmurs.

“That was never my intention. I just wanted you to have this. You needed it, and this seemed like a good occasion—something for them all to look forward to.”

“And the flowers?” Clarke asks pointedly.

Bellamy shrugs. It’s dark enough that without the fire, she wouldn’t have been able to see the slight tinge on his face. “Thought you’d like them.”

Clarke nods. “I did. They were very beautiful.”

-x-

The next morning, she rolls over and stares at him. “What about lunch?” she asks.

“What about what?” He seems confused. Clarke figures it’s all the activity they participated in last night when they were alone.

She kisses him. “You took me lunch yesterday. How did that factor into your plan?”

“Who says it did? Maybe I just wanted to eat with you.”

Clarke stares down at him.

Finally, he cracks. “Monty was experimenting; there was cocoa in the moonshine.”

Clarke’s laugh can be heard by all.

(Original version can be found here.)

[shen-gong-oops]

bellarke + first snow

For @johnmurphysass from your @bellarke-secretsanta

[pendragaryen]

(yet another) Bellarke/The delinquents modern AU aesthetic

Happy 38th birthday, Bobby Morley! 12/20/1984 🎉🎁🎊

[starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies]

Bellamy and Clarke

The Head and the Heart

[bell-me-oh-my]

bellarke moodboards (7/?) ☆ To Feel Grounded ☆


↳ Bellamy and Clarke crave chaos.

The type they crave the most doesn't come easy to them.

Part one of two.

Read it here:

[edgelessness]

The Bellarke beach vacation that they deserve