#echo has a thing for bellamy

[vordenburg]

You think everyone is hiding something.

Everyone is hiding something. Whether they know it or not.

What are you hiding? Other than your job description. Your true name?

My what?

Romulans have a name for outsiders and a name for family, but your true name you save for the one you give your heart to.

[darnell-la]

Could you write mean!dom Bellamy Blake waiting for the reader to tire herself out after throwing a tantrum and then punishing her for it? Thank you so much!! 🥰

note: we almost forgot how rude and cocky Bellamy Blake is. that man is somehting else…

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“Do your best, princess,” Bellamy said as he watched y/n struggle against the restraints he put her in. “C’mon, baby, it shouldn’t be that hard,” he continued to tease her as she struggled.

He had the young lady naked and tied so tight, her skin began to burn. Maybe if she didn’t walk around, flirting with Finn, she wouldn’t be like this.

“As soon as we get a nice place to sleep in, you wanna sneak around with Finn. I thought you better then that,” Bellamy said as he enjoyed watching the tears stream from her eyes.

“I didn’t flirt with me! H-He showed me secrets rooms, that’s all. I swear!” Y/n said as she continued to try her best to get free, but it wasn’t looking well for her.

“Oh, yeah, of course — He only showed you paintings. Then made you a painting, ain’t that somehtin,” y/n knew it looked bad, but she swore she wanted nothing from Finn. He was just a good and fun friend to explore with.

“I-I’m sorry, just, stop this,” y/n felt embarrassed as Bellamy got up from the chair he’s been sitting in for almost an hour. “Stop what? I can’t let you go anywhere,” the look Bellamy had, frightened y/n, but this was her fault.

“Y-You’re so mean,” y/n said, knowing Bellamy was teasing her to see her cry. He always did, but that was her fault for putting herself in a situation like this almost every week.

“Oh, really?” Bellamy asked as he saw y/n’s one hand getting loose. “Yes!” She yelled at him right before she got her hand out. She quickly began to get her other hand free, then went to her feet.

Bellamy told her almost an hour again to calm down, and maybe he’d let her go. Now she’s getting free herself, and he’ll let her — Only for a couple of seconds, thought.

Right as y/n got free, she got up and went to run towards the bathroom, but he lunged on the bed and pulled her into him. “C’mere,” Bellamy voice echoed through her head as he pinned her to the bed.

“Just look at you — A fuckin’ brat. You think because you’re a pretty little thing, that I won’t ruin you? Huh!?” Y/n has never seen Bellamy this upset at her before.

“Get off of me! I hate you!” She yelled, but it was all a lie. They both knew it, but Bellamy was willing to act. “Oh, yeah — You hate me? Well, I’m going to make you hate me more,”

Bellamy moved and pulled himself out of his pants faster than she could think. At first, she thought he leaned up to get off of her, but after she felt him right back on her, she knew she was in for something tonight.

“No- I’m done with this. I’m done!” Y/n said, feeling embarrassed that she doesn’t sound serious enough for him to believe her. “Yeah, you’re so done with me tonight,”

Bellamy chuckled in y/n’s ear as he pushed into her, filling her to the hilt. “So done,” Bellamy breathed out as he felt her clinch around her multiple times. He knew she needed him as soon as he tied her down.

“Bell,” y/n whined as her back arched. Bellamy pushed her waist down to force her to keep her back on the bed, as his free hand snaked around her neck. “Take it, and maybe I’ll forgive you,”

Before you/n could argue against what the man was angry about today, he snapped his hips, fucking into her harder than she knew he could.

Y/n’s eyes rolled back as her mouth slacked, letting Bellamy know she was close. “Can he do this to you? Can he get this pussy goin?” Y/n shook her head no, but he didn’t believe her. He was pretty sure she cheated at least once.

“Let’s go ask him after this,”

[honestlydarkprincess]

WIP Wednesday!

tagged by my loves @ksbbb, @thiamsxbitch, @eddiebabygirldiaz

so this might be one of the last writing games i do for a hot minute, i'm not sure how well i'm going to be at keeping up with them now that school has started, but i'm certainly going to try! anyway i've been so obsessed with drawing lately that i still have barely written anything, so here have a little bit of what i have gotten written! it's a new bellarke fic

The absolute last thing Bellamy was expecting to receive while on a date was a picture of his best friend’s tits.

Echo had just gone to the bathroom and he idly picked up his phone, wanting to check and see if he had any notifications. They were having a nice time and all but Bellamy felt no spark. If he was truly honest with himself he knew that was because he was already in love with someone— the aforementioned best friend. He’d been in love with Clarke for a while now and it was going nowhere, try as he might he just couldn’t convince himself that telling her about his feelings would work out for him. So he resigned himself to pining and figured it was time to try and move on.

This was his first attempt at moving on and honestly, it wasn’t going that well. Sure, they had a lot in common and Echo was beautiful, Bellamy could see himself going on another date with her, but she just wasn’t Clarke.

So when he picked up his phone and saw he had a text from Clarke, he thought nothing of it and opened it.

To a picture of her tits.

tagging: @bigfootsmom, @giddyupbuck, @lonelychicago, @monsterrae1, @father-salmon

@underwaterninja13, @watchyourbuck, @sleepywinchesters, @devirnis, @spotsandsocks

@hemlocksandfoxgloves, @fruchtfliege, @beyourownanchor6, @theotherbuckley, @remembertheskittles

[wonderswritings]

Starless Lovers {10}

Summary: They fell from the sky. We roamed the earth. We were always meant to clash.  Warnings: The 100 Themes, Angst, Death, Blood, Unrequited Feelings, Slow Burn, Possibly more to come Pairings: Lexa x Sister!Reader, Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader (eventual)

War has always been brewing. With twelve clans, each with different ideals, it was always going to happen. But tensions rise when they come, the people from the sky. We watched from a distance, learning. But then they attacked, and if there's one thing all the clans can agree on, Blood must have blood.

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There is only one more chapter left of Starless Lovers Season 2! I am so, so sorry for such a late update! Work has been kicking my ass and I've had zero motivation to write.

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Bellamy’s chest heaved as he ran into the room, taking a few deep breaths before he made his way to Echo’s cage, unlocking it.

“Get up. It’s time to go. I told you I’d come back for you. Come on out. Our people are marching on Mount Weather right now.”

Bellamy unlocked the next cage, helping the grounder out.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re getting you out.”

Echo shook her head, grabbing onto the grounder.

“Slow down. They just bled him.”

Bellamy shook his head, looking over at Echo. 

“Listen to me. There’s an army inside this room, and I need you to help me get them ready to fight. Can you do that?”

Echo nodded, clenching her jaw. 

“Good, start with him.”

The others still in the cages started to scream and yell, causing Bellamy to shake his head.

“Too much noise.”

With one look from Echo they all stopped, Echo looking over at Bellamy.

“Ok, how do we do this?”

“There’s an army outside going for the main door. When they get it open, all hell will break loose. That is the signal for my friends to come here and-”

Bellamy stopped talking when the speakers cut on, glancing up at them. 

“My fellow citizens, this is your president speaking. I have news to share with you that will change all of our lives forever. For ninety-seven years, Mount Weather has been our home. It’s kept us alive, but it has also held us captive. Most of us have made peace with what we’ve had to survive. We’ve done these things for one reason, so that our people could someday return to the ground. That day is today.”

Bellamy’s eyes widened as she scoffed slightly, shaking his head.

“He’s going public.”

“Before my friend Lorelei Tsing was murdered by the outsiders still at large in this mountain, she found a cure. It was in their bone marrow.” 

Bellamy turned, handing Echo the keys.

“Here, I’ll be back.”

“Where are you going?”

“He’s trying to get his people to turn on each other. They’ll find my friends. I have to bring them here, now. I’ll send them in groups. You get your people ready to go, but you wait for me to come back, do you understand?”

Echo nodded, causing Bellamy to nod once before he turned, rushing towards the door when Echo called out to him.

“Wait! Thank you!”

Bellamy nodded, clenching his jaw.

“You free your people, protect mine when they get here. We can thank each other when we’re all outside.”

“This has been the dream of our people since the bombs, but to reach it now, I need your help. The forty-four criminals that irradiated level five, killing fifteen of our people, are now keeping us from that dream. Although we’ve repaired our home, we can never replace the lives that were so viciously taken from us, and, as hard as it is to believe, there are those among us who would help the people who did this, and I am speaking to you now. If you truly want to end the blood treatments once and for all, then the forty-four murderers you’re now hiding are the key to doing that. You have one hour to turn them in without punishment. After that, we’ll be forced to consider you enemies of the state. I’m asking you, please, do what’s right for your people, our people, so that we can all take our rightful place on the ground. We’re almost home.”

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Everything passed by you in a blur as the guards transported you and the doctor to one of the other floors. You couldn’t make out what they were saying, your ears ringing for some time as you looked around, the lights flashing above you. You turned your head to the side, heavily blinking when you saw someone at the corner of the hall, wearing what looked to be a guard's uniform. They ducked around the corner when your group passed them, sticking to the shadows. Your vision was blurry, but you couldn’t help but feel like you recognized the guard. The ceiling spun again as you were wheeled into a room, a bright light overhead as the doctor appeared in your vision.

“Don’t worry. It’ll all be over soon. You won’t even feel a thing.”

A cold sensation spread throughout your body as your eyes involuntarily fell closed.

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“Welcome, Skaikru. Join us.”

Those in the guard who came, walked into the tent, eyeing the grounders as David walked towards Clarke.

“A package, from Raven. Hydrazine. She said it would do the job.” “Good.” “And uh, your mother wanted to be here, too.”

Clarke nodded slightly, a slight smile on her face.

“I know, but the wounded in Tondc need her more.”

Lexa stepped forward slightly, looking around the tent.

“Field commanders, today’s the day we get our people back. The enemy thinks it’s safe behind its doors, but it’s not. When it realizes that, it will fight back… Hard. We need to be ready.”

Lexa turned her head, looking at Clarke, nodding once.

“This is a rescue mission. We are not here to wipe them out. There are people inside that mountain that have helped us, children who have nothing to do with this war. We kill their soldiers, their leadership if we have to, but we are there to rescue our people. Is that clear?”

There was a small murmur of agreement.

“Then let's begin.”

Clarke walked towards the war table.

“There are 4 teams. Two of them... at the dam and in the mine... are moving into position already. The third... inside the mountain... is freeing the Grounder prisoners as we speak. It is our job as the fourth team to keep the eyes of the enemy off of them for as long as possible. To do that, we have to be in position here at the main door with our entire army. The mountain men believe the door can't be opened from the outside, so they leave it unguarded. Only it can be, and thanks to our source on the inside, now we know how. According to Maya, the electromagnetic locking system has one flaw. When the power goes out, it disengages. That's where Raven's team comes in. The mountain's electricity is generated at Philpott Dam. By now, they've taken the turbine room. It’s their job to blow the power. Once they do, we blow the lock. There is a catch, a backup generator inside the mountain. If the lock is still functioning when that backup power kicks in, we'll never get that door open, we'll never get our people back.”

“How much time do we have until the backup power kicks in?”

Clarke looked over at David.

“One minute. That’s the window.”

“Small window. Why don't we just take out the backup generator, too? Bellamy's inside. Have him do it.”

“Leaving them without power that long would kill them all, and as I said, that’s not the mission. Besides, we lost contact with Bellamy.”

Monroe stepped forward, looking at Clarke.

“What? We did? When?”

“After he took out the acid fog.”

“Bellamy’s a warrior.”

Clarke looked back at Lexa as she spoke.

“He’ll be fine.”

“As the commander said, once the door is open, the shooting will start, and they'll throw everything they have at us, but that's what we want. We want them looking at us because while we're fighting at the front door, Indra's team will be escorting the prisoners out the back, right through the reaper tunnels. Once all our people are free, they'll sound the retreat. We'll be back home before Mount Weather even knows they're gone, and that's it. That's the plan.”

Clarke walked back to where Lexa and Lincoln stood, Lexa looking at the reactions of those in the tent before she stepped forward.

“The mountain has cast a shadow over these woods for too long. They've hunted us, controlled us, turned us into monsters. That ends today. Thanks to our alliance with the Sky People, the mountain will fall. As Clarke said, we spare the innocent. As for the guilty... Jus dren jus daun.”

The grounders started to  cheer along, Clarke joining in.

“Jus dren jus daun!”

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When you came to, you were no longer tied to the bed. Looking around, you didn’t recognize the room, not in the same room they had moved you too earlier. Shakingly, you tried to stand, only to fall back down due to the size of the cage you were in. You growled, grabbing the bars of the cage, shaking them, trying to force them open. You glared when they didn’t open, only succeeding in rattling the cage. You kicked your leg out, groaning in pain as you kicked the door of the cage when you heard something, causing you to look around, trying to find something you could use as a weapon, though the room you were in was bare.

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Bellamy ran down the hall, a group of guards chasing after him. He came to a fork in the hall, choosing to run down the hall on the left. He ran into the first room, shutting the door, waiting. After a few minutes, he sighed, relaxing slightly as he looked around the room, his eyes widening.

“Riheda?”

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You tensed as the door to the room was flung open, watching as a guy ran in, shutting the door, tense. You moved back in the cage when he turned to you, his eyes widening.

“Riheda?”

You glared at him as he walked towards you, tilting your head to the side.

“Bellamy?”

He nodded, lowering the gun he held, stopping in front of the cage.

“What are you doing here?”

You watched him as he tried to open the cage.

“They took me, killed my guard on the way to Tondc. Is it true, they bombed Tondc?”

Bellamy looked at you, nodding slightly.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. But your sister is still alive, and so is the army. The attack, it’s happening now.”

You nodded slightly, relieved that Lexa had survived.

“Will you get me out?”

Bellamy nodded, pulling harder on the cage door.

“I will.”

He looked over at you, nodding slightly.

“Get back, as far as you can go.”

Nodding, you moved to the corner of the cage. You jumped when he fired his gun, the sound echoing as he shot the lock.

“Come on, we’ve gotta get out of here, they’ll have heard the gunshot.”

Nodding, you crawled out of the cage, Bellamy helping you climb out. Your legs gave out as soon as you stood, Bellamy slightly making a face before he bent down, picking you up, carrying you out of the room.

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“Chil yo daun!” (stand down)

Clarke turned, watching as Lexa walked down the hill, Emerson behind her.

“What is this?”

“Hey, look! They’re coming out!”

Clarke turned, seeing the wounded coming out before she turned back towards Lexa.

“They’re surrendering?”

“Not quite.”

Clarke glanced at Emerson, seeing the grin on his face as he looked over at Lexa, Clarke looking back at Lexa.

“What did you do?”

“What you would have done. Saved my people.”

“Where are my people?”

“I’m sorry Clarke. They weren’t part of the deal.”

Emerson grinned as he stepped forward, Lexa cutting the rope around his wrists before he turned, walking towards the opened door.

“You made the right choice, Commander.”

Lincoln walked towards Clarke and Lexa, looking between them both.

“What is this?”

“Your Commander’s made a deal.”

“What about the prisoners from the Ark?”

“They’ll all be killed… But you don’t care about that, do you?”

“I do care, Clarke, but I made this choice with my head and not my heart. The duty to protect my people comes first.”

“And what about your sister? What about Esmeray?”

Emerson grinned as he stopped at the door, yelling out.

“The Dark Commander isn’t with us.”

Lexa looked back at Clarke, nodding slightly.

“She too, would understand. She would also choose our people.”

“Please, don’t do this.”

“I’m sorry, Clarke.”

“Commander, not like this. Let us fight.”

“No. The deal is done.”

Lexa turned slightly, nodding.

“Teik oso rowenes laud.” (sound the retreat)

The grounder turned, blowing into the horn as Lexa looked up at Lincoln.

“You, too.”

The grounders turned, cheering as they started to leave.

“All our people withdraw. Those are the terms.”

“They’ll be slaughtered. Let me help them.”

“Teik em au.” (take him)

Grounders moved towards Lincoln, one grabbing his arm, Lincoln turning and fighting them when they knocked him out. Clarke watched, looking over at Lexa, tears in her eyes as Lexa spoke.

“We will meet again.”

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[lexinoctura]

The day they stopped counting

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence // after Praimfaya // sequel to “Praimfaya – The other way around” // light angst // family fluff // opening the bunker // Clarke Griffin & John Murphy Friendship // bit of echo bashing

Praimfaya has long past, and finally Bellamy was happy. It was almost prefect. He had Clarke, their son Percy as well as Madi, and the rest of his friends all around him, alive and happy. And instead of just surviving Earth, they were thriving, living. The only thing that was left missing was his sister, and the rest of the last remaining humans on Earth, trapped underneath hundreds, if not thousands of tons of rubble and concrete in a more than 100 year old bunker.

The Last Chapter to my Praimfaya Sequel is now available on every device with connection to AO3, waiting for you to read :D

But today, today felt like a good day to stop counting

[z00oo1]

Bellarke Fic Recommendation

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Oneshot @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky 

Clarke is in a coma after Gabriel removes the chip.

Oneshot @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky

Clarkewho managed to grab control from taking herself and Josephine out as a way to eliminate the chip altogether.

Oneshot @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky

I wish you would write a fic where it took so long for the gang to figure out Clarke wasn’t Clarke

Ao3

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Love Hurts by diemension

Modern AU. Clarke deals with the repercussions of a lie Finn tells.

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Comic Hypocrisy by Gryffindor_by_birth

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The Bruise Won't Heal by theinvisibledisaster

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And Now Your Home by asroarke

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I'm on my knees your faith in shreds by stoneage_woman

As the last survivors of humanity try to make a fresh beginning on a new, deserted planet, Bellamy tries to find his way back to a lonely, distant Clarke.

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Clarke wakes up on the Eligius ship after twenty years in cryosleep, and it turns out that Sanctum and Bardo were all part of a horrific nightmare.

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Show Me What your Looking For by bitscrawford

Sanctuary by abitcfstardust

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Wake Up by HiatusMusings

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Yours Truly by virgohotspot

Or, Serial Killer!Clarke is engaged to Horror Writer!Bellamy. She's determined to hide the monster she thinks she is for the man that she loves.

We keep doing better by sobsicles

Or, the one where Bellamy and Clarke are stranded together on the last inhabitable patch of earth for six years and seven days.

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[askthechronoverse]

Last Chapter •||• Next Chapter

Kit was awoken by the sound of boots above her head. Blinking sleep out of her eyes, she floated toward the sound. Just beyond her bedroom door, a trapdoor was open in the ceiling with a ladder that led up to an attic. She climbed the ladder silently, the scene that revealed itself at the top keeping her to the spot.

"... 'll go with you on the whole 'change my appearance when I die' thing. But how is he back? I thought you sealed him away in a pocket dimension?" The only person Kit could see was Lucy, but it was clear the boots wouldn't have come from her. A woman's voice clumsily followed up on the question, though it did sound very confident and draped with an accent Kit had never heard before.

"Well, I wouldn't say he's back, exactly. This doesn't quite feel like what happened last time. All I know is that I've been getting multiple signals from multiple universes crying for help because they were attacked by someone with a big glowy stick. Now, I know many people with big glowy sticks but everything else seems to add up to deja vu all over again." The woman's voice was highly energetic now and going at a speed Kit could barely follow. "I tried to get the rest of the gang back together, but Batman is having issues with the Joker that he can't stray away from and a Gandalf with a far brighter looking outfit needs to ensure that Middle Earth is safe and refuses to leave. What about you, WyldStyle? Shall we team up one last time for a multiversal adventure?"

"Normally, I'd jump at the chance to go kick some butt, especially now that we've been at peace here for decades now. It's just… You came at a really bad time. One of my closest friends is probably going to prison and if what you're saying is true, I need to stay here to make sure that everything I've built doesn't come crashing down. I'm sorry. You need to find someone else." There was a longing hidden among those words like a neon light in a dark room.

"You don't sound terribly certain. But I do understand your reasoning. I do. I see you have my number right there. That number hasn't changed, even though I have. If you do feel the need to reach me, just call that number and Bob's your uncle, I will be right by your side with my TARDIS, ready to whisk you away to adventure." The boots thudded energetically against the floor, but the sound left the air far too quickly for her to have left by normal means. The sound that came next hurt her ears, like a machine ripping through something unrippable. Kit slid down the ladder and headed back to bed.

Lucy was already out the door by the time Kit had woken up the next morning. She floated to the kitchen and saw her name written on a note on the refrigerator. She read it without taking it off of the fridge:

Charmy,

I had to leave early for work because of an emergency. Please make sure you keep Kit, Vito, and Bellamy out of trouble.

Mom

Kit looked around for some toaster waffles and, after successfully finding some, threw them in the toaster. The voice from last night echoed in her mind. Something was happening. Was it the same something that scared her father?

Her mind didn't register the transition between going to the kitchen and heading up the ladder to the attic. She also couldn't register Vito's cries to climb down and his calls for his sister. The attic was full of all kinds of weapons and wanted posters for various criminals that were perforated with holes. At the center of everything was a corkboard. At the center of that was a note with a phone number and "The Doctor" written in Lucy's handwriting. She took a picture of the note with the camera of her father's phone.

"What are you do… Huh? What is all this?" Charmy picked up a shield made out of an ancient stop sign.

"I don't know. But I think Aunt Lucy knows something. Also, this … doctor." Kit pointed to the note. "You know what ? I think I'm going to give the doctor a call."

"No. Whatever… this… is has to do with Mom. I say you talk to her before you call random doctors." Charmy stated pointedly, though it wasn't clear to Kit how much of this was an act or a serious suggestion.

"No. If this doctor has answers-!" Kit's voice was more urgent now, but Charmy cut her off.

"What are you gonna tell them, Kit? 'Hi, I found your number in my aunt's secret weapon storage'? No. Talk to Mom. She wouldn't keep something big from us." Charmy kept her cool, not seeing the flash of pain behind Kit's eyes when she mentioned secrets.

"I think she is. It sounds like she knows something that she thinks she needs to protect us from. Charmy, I'm not sure she's going to tell us."

"Come on. She told me she'll be home soon. Wait for her, OK? If she says nothing useful… then we can call this doctor." Kit seemed to slump, knowing she had lost this argument, though a glint in Charmy's eyes cast doubt on the older teen's intentions. "Now, let's get out of the forbidden attic arsenal." She practically pushed Kit out of the attic and to the living room, where the others waited for Kit and Charmy to return.

“Let’s go outside, Char.” Vito gestured to the door. “I don’t wanna waste our summer vacation in the house.”

“Sounds good to me!” Charmy clapped her hands together. “There's no sense waiting here for Mom! Let's go to the park!” At least part of this was aimed at Kit, who gripped her bag with understanding.

The four friends left the house and began heading for the local park. Kit and Bellamy were floored with how same feeling all of the streets and buildings they passed were. The occasional billboard showed advertisements for doctor's offices and other boring businesses. Some did slow their stride to watch Kit, most of the people around town seemed to keep to themselves as they moved around on their way. At an intersection, Bellamy tried to cross the street but had to tumble quickly to avoid a line of cars rushing past with no regard for pedestrian welfare. Vito cleared his throat and jabbed a knit covered finger up at the crosswalk light, which had only just signaled that they could walk across the street.

The group eventually found themselves walking through the iron threshold of a small park. The sign above the gate proclaimed that the park was called Sunrise Park from in front of an ornate iron made sun. Kit scanned her surroundings and shook her head in absolute disbelief. The park was pretty, she had to concede. But it wasn't as beautiful as Flowery Park. Instead of being a sea of flowers, this park was mostly grass with the occasional shrub, tree, and flower combination. Before them was a statue of an angel spilling a jar of water into a pool surrounding her. Benches surrounded this water fixture and a few older minidolls and minifigures fed the pigeons around them. Charmy trotted a few yards behind the statue where some other kids were playing kickball. After talking to the oldest in the group, she gestured for the other three to come over and join the game. She introduced Kit and Bellamy to each kid and the four split up into opposing teams. Some of the minidoll and minifigure kids did eye Kit’s cowlick and her floating with curiosity, but they ultimately didn't pass judgment on her as they played. Kit found that her worries about her dad vanished as the game progressed.

The kids played until around noon, when the neighborhood kids began to filter out to get lunch. Some of the parents who noticed Kit ushered their children out of the park quickly. She could hear these parents whisper, debating among themselves, wondering how close this child looked to her infamous father. Some of the more brazen minifigures and mini dolls pulled out their phones and compared what they saw on the screen to her face. She threw the hood of her hoodie over her head, using the drawstring to pull it tight.

The four friends walked back home, talking more animatedly about what summer vacation was going to look like now that the two Unikingdomers were there. Once they got home, Vito turned the TV on to the local news.

After a weather report that forecasted the rest of the week to be damp and misty, the news spoke of a parade happening over the weekend to honor the career of General Sweet Mayhem, which the impossibly pretty newscaster hoped wouldn't be postponed because of the rain. It quickly moved on to other topics that seemed to interest the hosts more.

“And now we turn to the main story. Rex Dangervest’s trial has been set to start in just a few hours and will be the first one held at the Awntawp Correctional Center by Unitron's top brass and the Queen's appointed judge. Since it's being held out there, we probably aren't going to see the trial live, though Chief Starhawk does want to make this trial an example for other space criminals who think they can get away from the law.” Her cohost chuckled in a way that made Kit’s stomach churn.

“I wonder if Queen Unikitty is going to be taken in as well. You heard the chief yesterday: she was harboring that evil man for decades! Can you believe how-!” Kit quickly snatched the remote and turned the TV off, face turning red.

As if the TV had sent a special signal crying for help, Lucy came through the front door with a loud thud. Charmy ran to her mother, stopping just short of a foot or so when she noticed how the light in her mother's eyes was dim.

"Are you okay?" The question tumbled from the young adult's lips as she moved aside to let her mother flop down on the couch's lower level.

"I'm just tired. Sometimes, I wonder why the Assembly is full of so many stubborn men. Can you do me a favor and make something for lunch for everybody?" Charmy gave her mother a quick nod and rushed into the kitchen to see what ingredients they had left in the pantry. Lucy looked over to Kit, who was staring at her expectantly. "Is there something you need, kiddo?" The nickname made Kit waver for just a moment. While she took a second to gather her thoughts again, Lucy turned on the TV and, when Rex’s name was mentioned, changed the channel to a cooking show. While the chef, a tan skinned creature with thick light brown eyebrows and a similarly thick mustache speaking with an accent that was barely understandable, danced around his kitchen to poppy electronic music, Kit found her voice.

"Who is the doctor?" The question made Lucy almost choke.

"Where did you hear that name?” Lucy’s reaction came strong and explosive, punctuated with a long, rough sigh. “They are a very mysterious person that you really shouldn't know anything about." She stretched her arms behind her back before continuing. "Why do you ask?"

"I just heard Dad mention the name once.” Kit paused, choosing what she wanted to reveal carefully. “He was talking to Uncle Emmet about somebody attacking his raptors before we left. He said he saw portals on security camera footage." Kit surprised herself at how well she was able to hide how she was feeling as she spoke.

"Portals?" Lucy was also keeping a decent poker face. If she knew anything, Kit couldn't see it on her face. "That could be anything. Your father has a lot of enemies, enemies with super advanced technology."

"Does that include this doctor?"

"That I don't know. What I do know is that you probably should go find your cousin and your friend and tell them both that lunch should be ready soon." Lucy turned back to the TV, finalizing the end of the conversation. Kit turned the TV off and Lucy gave her a stern look.

"My dad was scared, Aunt Lucy. I need to know what's going on." Kit was firm.

"You are just like him. Definitely your father's daughter. If he wanted to tell you more, he would have."

"He didn't know! He had to call Uncle Emmet about it!" Her voice was raised in exasperation.

"Neither of them would know! Emmet was barely involved! It's something only me and MetalBeard know anything about!" The words were in the air before Lucy realized what she said and hung for a while, thick and heavy. She quickly recovered from the shock and turned the TV back on. "Go find Vito and Bellamy. I'm sure your fathers give me full permission to ground you if you keep this up." Kit started her search in the kitchen with an angry aura.

"I heard Mom yelling. I assume that didn't go well?" Charmy stirred a pot full of mac and cheese as Kit shook her head. "Guess you have to give it up." She winked. "If you have to make a call, use your dad's phone outside. Bellamy is out there meditating anyway." Kit nodded wordlessly and headed for the backyard. She sat on the double decker porch swing and pulled her dad’s phone out of her bag, punching in what she thought was the passcode. After trying Richard's birthday and failing, she was able to get in with hers. She found the photo of the mysterious phone number and dialed it carefully. The women's voice from the previous night answered after several impossibly long rings.

"It's about time I heard back from you. Do you know how hard it is to find another type 40 to swap with the one you stole behind my back? Now I know you're not calling me to apologize… Unless… What year is it for you? Have you settled down in the Unikingdom yet? I'm fairly certain that is the timeline I'm currently in. It has to be if you're calling me. You can't exactly call me from non-existence." The voice didn't seem to take a single breath. “Congratulations on the whole settling down thing, by the way! You made a good move doing that instead of -!”

"Are you a doctor?" The woman paused when the voice she heard didn't match the voice she was expecting. Kit could almost hear the gears whirling in the woman's head.

"OH! I know what part of the timeline you're in! I was always expecting this number to call me, but I was hoping it would be from someone else. Is he still in possession of that type 40?" This voice talked so fast, it was hard for the teenager to interject. "I suppose it doesn't matter at this point. The poor girl served a purpose and I have heard he's been doing some good things with the gift he was given. A shame he had to play the part he played before he could do that, but we all have our roles to play at the end of the day. Oh right! You asked me a very good question. The answer is yes, sort of. I am The Doctor. The definitive article, you might say.”

"How do you know so much about my dad?" Kit scratched her head. She looked over to Bellamy, who was deep within meditation.

"He had a child as well! Brilliant! Responsibility. I am a little curious how you got this number. Don't think this would be something Mr. No One I Can Trust But Me would have programmed in his phone."

"I found it when I was exploring my aunt's house. I took a picture with my dad's phone." The poor girl was surprised to be able to get a word in edgewise.

"For a man who chooses the most convoluted way to solve his problems, he knows how to raise a very clever girl! I know you know your father's a time traveler, so this question won't seem strange: what year is this? What important things are going on around you?"

"It’s… the 25th year of the Unikittiean Era. My dad's in jail, about to stand trial. Something attacked his raptors and tore apart his office, something that came in a portal."

"I see. That is very helpful. I believe I know fully what part of the timeline we're in now, and it's good that you called. Because I know I'm going to need some help and I have a feeling the daughter of a time traveler would be just the sort of companion I need for this adventure. Can you meet me at the old brickyard in a place called Morph's Landing? You can bring your friends if you'd like. The more the merrier I say! But I would like you to meet me after dark. If you can't come, just give me another call. I'm hoping I can convince you to come, but maybe you take after your other parent a little bit more than you take after your rebellious father." And with that, the line went silent and disconnected.

"Who were ya talkin' to, Kit?" Bellamy got up from their seat on the grass. It wasn't clear to Kit how long her self-proclaimed bodyguard was listening.

"I'll talk about it later. I'm supposed to tell you that we have lunch ready. I need to make another call, though." When Bellamy left, she looked through the contacts. She didn't have to go far to find what she needed. After half a ring, someone picked up.

"Hello?" The familiar monotone was comforting. "Is this Catherine?"

“Hey, Papa! How is Dad holding up?" Kit's voice shook, barely able to control or contain her emotions.

"Your father is doing as well as can be expected under the circumstances. They currently have him held in a holding cell on Awntawp. Unfortunately, that's where I am as well. Not in the holding cell, mind you. On this miserable little planet. Unitron needs a better decorator." Kit chuckled. It was good to see that her father was able to make a joke despite how stressed out he sounded. "I needed to hear you laugh more than you would know. Your father is constantly thinking about you. As am I."

"Is Dad coming home anytime soon?"

"I doubt it. It seems like Unitron wants a long and messy trial, judging by how they speak to us. There are a lot of people on your father's side that are willing to stake their reputation on defending him, so I don't believe-" his words are cut off by something Kit couldn't hear. The response to this interruption was muffled, but Kit could make out "Catherine" and "my Beloved". After a little while, Richard returned fully to the phone line. "Your father says hello and not to worry about him. He loves you very much. It's against the rules of the prison for me to give the phone to him." Kit could hear a muffled version of her father's voice shout "I love you, Kitten!"

"Tell Dad I love him too. I'm still going to worry though. The way things have been sounding on the news, they want to…" Kit took a breath to hold back tears.

"I know. Your father isn't popular around here. It's made a lot worse by how antagonistic people have been around him. Maybe this is why he never took us to Syspocalypstar." Richard sighed, though the sound could only just be heard. "I'm going to be here for a while as part of your father's legal defense. Lucy already knows this. Please be good. I know this is going to sound unfair, but you are your father's best foot forward right now. Maybe if they see that he did a good job raising you, people will be kinder."

"I'll try, Papa. Love you." Kit tried not to let her heartbreak show her voice, but the way her hand held her bag and the tears forming in the corners of her eyes called her bluff.

"I love you too, my lucky charm. I'll call when I'm able. I am so glad your father had the foresight to give you his phone. Goodbye." When the phone disconnected this time, Kit was left staring at the home screen, the wallpaper now another photo of her riding a carousel at a carnival when she was practically a baby. She pushed the phone into her bag and walked inside where everyone in the house was sitting at the kitchen table with bowls of steaming hot mac and cheese.

"Who were you talking to?" Lucy asked, patting the seat next to her. Her face was unreadable as Kit sat down and grabbed a ketchup bottle to slather the contents over the top of the noodles.

"Papa. I miss them, Aunt Lucy." Kit began to pick at her food.

"I'm sure your father was happy to hear from you. Did he say anything about…" Lucy let herself trail off.

"Yeah. He said that Dad missed me."

"Of course he does. He loves you so much." Lucy ate a heaping spoonful of food before glancing back at Kit. "Sorry for yelling at you earlier. I'm under a lot of stress. I know you are too. None of this is easy for anyone here." Kit nodded.

"It's OK, Aunt Lucy." The five ate in relative silence for a while. After what felt like a lifetime, Lucy spoke up again.

"I have to leave after this to do some work. Charmy, I'm going to be super late. Please don't wait for me to put everyone to bed.” The oldest of the children nodded a short nod. Conversation turned to something a bit less pressing after this. Almost immediately after the empty bowls were taken away and put in the sink, Lucy took her leave and left for parts unknown. Bellamy waited for the sound of Lucy's car to leave the driveway before speaking.

"You weren't just talkin' to Regent B, Kit. Who was that?" Bellamy got up first and started to do the dishes. "Come on. Help me dry." Kit grabbed a towel and stood next to her friend. Vito and Charmy remained in their seats, but turned to the two with focused interest.

"I found an armory Aunt Lucy has in the attic last night. She was talking to a lady, this Doctor. The Doctor knows Dad and asked me to meet her at a brickyard at some place called Morph's Landing." Kit opened her mouth to continue, but Charmy replied to her cousin with a sparkle in her eyes.

"Morph's Landing is the historical district. Some of the buildings there are dated from all the way back when the Realms were separate." Charmy tapped her chin. "What could be all the way out there in an old brickyard?"

"That's what I want to find out. I'm going to do it. She said my friends could come too, so I guess she's expecting all of us?"

"No way are we going." Vito waved a hand in horizontal cutting motion. "Mom's going to wonder where we snuck off to. Charmy, remember when you tried to sneak into that Fifth Harmeowny concert?"

"Yeah… but come on! Staying here would be like Dad reporting Mom when they first met: the boring option! This could be a call to adventure! The quest I've been waiting all my life for!" Her eyes were still shining, still gleaming with a light that was hard to look at head on.

"If Kit is going, I need to as well. I have my orders and those orders are to guard her body." Bellamy finished the last bowl and passed it to Kit. “I don't care what the rest of you do.”

"Looks like you're outnumbered, little bro." Charmy sang out. "Come on! Mom's gonna be gone a while and I have enough money for a taxi!" Charmy ran upstairs.

"How is she older than me?" Vito got up from his chair. He walked to the fridge and flipped the long irrelevant note over, writing a note of his own.

Mom

Went to show Kit around Morph's Landing.

We might be late. Love you

Charmy.

"It amazes me how you can do that." Kit glanced at the note and whistled.

"Yeah. Charmy's handwriting isn't hard to copy." He shrugged and dug through some cabinets. His search was successful, as he came back with granola bars. He shoved them in Kit's bag as Charmy passed.

"Alright, gang! Let's get to Morph's Landing!" She was out the front door before the sentence was finished. A taxi was waiting for them on the side of the road, possibly having been called in Charmy's frantic state. The four piled into the back and the taxi sped away.

The taxi pulled in front of a large iron gate in almost no time at all. Kit honestly wondered if it would have been cheaper to walk for how fast the ride was, but figured something in Charmy's head was prioritizing their safety over the quickly darkening world around them. When they got out, Kit surveyed the gate in full. On the top in the middle of an iron arch was a faded and rusting sign that had a fluffy and blue cat in a construction hat giving a wave in one paw and holding a sledgehammer over his shoulder in the other. She could barely make out the words 'Morph's Landing Construction and Supply. Octan's only approved construction contractor'. The iron arch made Kit feel like she could get tetanus just by looking at it wrong, but there was something intricate and beautiful about its construction despite this.

"Alright. Let's do this." Kit took a mitten out of her bag, put it on, and pushed the ironwork door. She headed for a nondescript gray brick building, walls covered in English ivy and its dingy windows miraculously managing to bathe the wild, weed infested grass under them in a blue light.

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stranger things, wings of fire, the last of us (tv and game), and the 100

stranger things

favorite male character: lucas and steve

favorite female character: el and nancy

least favorite character: nobody hates billy more than i do

prettiest character: nancy or robin

funniest character: erica

favorite season: s3 probably, even though i really do love all the seasons s3 is just so comforting to me. i just love the aesthetic of s3 and the elmax scenes, it’s just a really fun season, and summer 2019 was a pretty good time in my life so i have a lot of good memories associated with s3. also that’s when we were introduced to robin for the first time :’)

favorite episode: dear billy or mall rats

favorite romantic ship: i am elmax's #1 fan, i loved them since s2. i do also really love ronance, and some honorable mentions are byler, henclair, jargyle, steddie, buckingham and stonathan. i pretty much ship everything that isn’t canon LOL

favorite family ship: willel + jonathan, and i headcanon max & steve, max & nancy, steve & robin as all being familial relationships so i love those too

favorite friendship: the fruity four, scoops troop, will & robin, max & robin, max & the party, steve & the party (just the whole party with each other in general tbh)

worst ship: h*rringrove, or really any ship with billy in it since i saw some people shipping him with eddie too…if anyone’s reading this and you ship billy with anybody stay the hell away from me thanks. m*leven also sucks just let them be platonic besties pls

wings of fire

favorite male character: starflight my beloved

favorite female character: carnelian…she’s literally just a background character who appeared in one book but i love her so much she had so much potential. and i really like tsunami and snowfall too

least favorite character: riptide he sucks, he’s not even remotely interesting

prettiest character: glory or blaze

funniest character: qibli or sunny

favorite season (arc): the first arc will always hold a special place in my heart

favorite episode (book): i loved a dangerous gift so much

favorite romantic ship: a tie between blacier and snowlynx

favorite family ship: the dragonets of destiny, tsunami & anemone & turtle, glory & deathbringer (i headcanon them as familial instead of romantic)

favorite friendship: the jade winglet

worst ship: ripnami, glorybringer, any of the DoD shipped with each other

the last of us

favorite male character: this is a basic answer but joel. i love him sm he’s my dad

favorite female character: riley :((

least favorite character: if abby has 1000 haters im still one of them. if she has 1 hater its me. if abby has 0 haters it means i have left this world. (david also is obviously awful but my first instinct was to say abby)

prettiest character: dina <3

funniest character: ellie

favorite season: the first game is the only game. tlou 2 who?

favorite episode: left behind

favorite romantic ship: rellie and dellie

favorite family ship: joel & ellie, ellie & dina & jj, i also love ellie & tommy and ellie & tess

favorite friendship: ellie & sam, ellie & jessie & dina

worst ship: ellie with any man, ellie x abby is also a terrible ship though

the 100

favorite male character: murphy

favorite female character: octavia and clarke

least favorite character: honestly fuck kane, finn, titus, cage, cadogan and pike i hate them all. i’m also not a fan of abby

prettiest character: octavia and raven <3

funniest character: murphy although octavia had some funny moments in the earlier seasons too

favorite season: 2, 5, 6

favorite episode: either eden (s5 ep1) or nevermind (s6 ep7)

favorite romantic ship: niytavia, clexa, and lunaven are so special to me. i also like bellarkecho as an ot3

favorite family ship: CLARKE AND MADI they’re seriously everything to me

favorite friendship: clarke & raven, octavia & madi, echo & madi, madi & murphy, clarke & murphy, raven & murphy

worst ship: i can’t ship bellamy and clarke without echo, so b*llarke ig. i also don’t really care for raven & murphy romantically, i think they work better as friends, and maybe i’m really biased towards loving niytavia but i just hated octavia and levitt

leave a series in my ask box

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Reprisal | Chapter One

Coriolanus Snow x Gaul OC

Summary: Ten years after the Tenth Hunger Games, Coriolanus Snow is under Dr. Volumnia Gaul’s wing as a Gamemaker alongside her niece. Unbeknownst to either of them, they’re both being prepared for a much greater task.

Warning: This story will contain explicit violence against adults and children alike (I mean, it’s Dr. Gaul AND Snow) as well as explicit language, and sexual situations.

***This fic is in no way, shape, or form, me endorsing or co-signing the horrific shit Snow does, nor am I trying to romanticize it. Also, apathy and will be the main driving force of any remnants of a relationship between my OC and Snow’s character. So if you’re interested in something very romantic and fluffy…it’s not gonna be this.

The clicking of cold, metal surgical instruments echoes in the room, blue, translucent blood covering the gloves hands of the doctor checking over the development of the new organism.

"...Why is it blue?" She hears a quiet mumble from one of the technicians around her, two of which are helping to gently shift the organs of the creature around for a better look.

"Our blood is iron based, so it's red." Tawny states without breaking her concentration, furrowing her brows as she spots a possible abnormality, "So, if it's blue...?"

"It's copper based." Cyn pipes. "Crustatians and Octopus are copper based, for example." It's added, and she's awaiting a small smile from Tawny as confirmation she's correct.

"I'm glad someone has been paying attention." Tawny replies, the small grin falling from her face under her mask when she sees the dark colored organ. "Mr. Dovecote?" She calls to the young man peering over the body next to her.

His older sister, Clemensia, had been one of the best students at the Academy, and University alike.

She'd discovered Clemensia's baby brother was just as intelligent — though much more unsure of himself.

"Dr. Crane," He replies to her sheepishly.

"What is that?"

She moves aside slightly, allowing him to get a good look.

"Her liver." He answers correctly.

"What color should it be?"

He thinks a moment.

"Well, a healthy, iron-based liver is dark, reddish brown. Copper-based should be a pale yellow."

"Is she iron-based?"

"No, Dr. Crane."

"Which means?"

"...Her liver has somehow gotten too much iron."

It's a polite way of telling his teacher she fucked up somewhere.

"So, what do we do?" Looking at all of them, now, they act as though they're waiting for the other to answer.

"Dr. Crane?" The sliding of the glass door followed by the sweet voice of Dayla Shoemake interrupts her.

"Yes, Mrs. Shoemake?"

"Your husband is wanting to speak to you."

The words lull Tawny's eyes in a roll.

"Please, tell him I'm elbow deep in a glorified carcass and I'll be there momentarily." It comes out far more bitter than she intends, capturing the attention of her students.

"Yes, ma'am." She leaves.

"The liver is failing, so what do we do?" Tawny questions once more.

Again, no one answers. No one wants to, feeling the frustration rolling off of Dr. Crane in large waves as she finally states, "Cut our losses and pull the plug."

"Pull the plug?" Bellamy questions suddenly, furrowing her red brows, the action complimenting the downward pull of her lips. "That's a waste."

"Its failure to execute a successful mutation, Miss Von. If you'll go to the morgue and look at the dozens of subjects just like her, you'll see it's a fairly common thing that occurs here." Tawny snips, glaring at the woman. "We pull the plug, put her away and return to it when we have the time to trace back what exactly went wrong and refuse to repeat it the next trial. It's how all our successful alterations have been made. Being good at one's job doesn't mean everything we touch turns to gold. It means we waste and learn from it."

Bellamy only offers a small nod, keeping her lips sealed.

"Now, there is a syringe beside you, inject it into her IV."

She does so, administering the lethal barbiturate just as Tawny begins withdrawing her instruments, preparing to sew their failed project back up.

"Dr. Crane?" Dayla asks once more, having returned.

"Yes?"

"He's very adamant that he speaks to you." She cautiously says, Tawny running her tongue along the inside of her bottom lip.

"Mr. Dovecote, can you please finish this?" She asks him, to which he nods. "Nothing fancy, and it doesn't have to be perfect. She's going to die, anyway."

She peels her gloves off, and her mask, leaving her bloodied surgical robe on as she walks toward Dayla, softly ordering, "Is something wrong?"

"He wouldn't disclose details. Only that he needed to speak to you."

"Okay, can you quickly see if Dr. Lithe can step in here to keep an eye on them? I don't trust them not to be imbeciles while I'm away."

"Yes, Doctor." Dayla hurries down the hall turning the corner, and in a few moments, returns with Dr. Cardew, instead.

"Good evening, Dr. Crane. You were in need of my assistance?"

Livia Cardew had interned under Tawny, a know it all shark who stepped on her peers if it meant she got ahead.

An insufferable student to teach, and an even more maddening peer to tolerate.

Tawny's brown eyes flicker to Mrs. Shoemake, who stands off behind Livia and mouths, "I'm sorry."

"Yes, can you watch them for a moment? I'll be back in just a second." Livia's perfectly lined lips twitch a moment.

"Dr. Gaul said we dedicate every moment in the lab, to the project and our students. We've no room to worry about what's outside until we've reached our conclusion." She says it as if Tawny wasn't there when her aunt announced it.

It came after far too many failures — due to simple mistakes — had been revealed in the monthly ratios of successful projects to failed projects.

She can't fathom how Tawny would leave in the middle of her lab time, with her students waiting.

"It's been concluded."

Her blue eyes light up upon hearing this.

"Successful?" She pipes, curious for herself.

Everyone knew Tawny Gaul had been on a losing streak over the last couple of months.

Everything kept dying on her.

When Tawny refuses to give her the satisfaction of an answer, she flatly says, "Keep an eye on them," and starts down the hallway with Dayla on her heels, murmuring, "Livia Snow? Of all people?"

Her professional name had been kept at Cardew, but her husband, Coriolanus Snow, was a Gamemaker himself and was closer to Dr. Gaul than her own niece — and by extension, his wife.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Lithe wasn't in his office." Dayla whispers.

"It's alright, Mrs. Shoemake." Tawny assures her gently, her stomach twisting, her palms beginning to sweat as she grows closer to her husband's office, taking in a deep breath and knocking once they reach the heavy door.  "If this isn't life or death I'm going to scream." She mutters and it swings open.

She barely has time to look at her husband before the loud pop of a champagne bottle jolts her nerves and he's bringing his lips to hers chastely.

"Surprise!" He shouts, handing her a crystal flute, the golden alcohol overflowing, drenching her hand and the marble floor at their feet.

"What's the occasion?" She tries to play along, struggling to keep the facade of cheer in her tone despite the lump forming in her throat.

"I am on a roll." He proudly informs her. "Every single mutt I have concocted is flourishing. Two have already been picked for this years Games." He gushes, kissing her again.

"That's wonderful, Dyess!" Again, she grapples to be happy — to be proud — just as proud of him as she would be for herself.

His wins are her wins, after all.

"And you know what, T, I think you've got this one in the bag. I checked on it before I left last night. It had good color, it was acting normally — as normal as one could — it was incredible. It was—"

"—Dead." Tawny cuts him short, admitting her shortcoming once again. "Her liver was in failure. I pulled the plug. She failed. I failed. Again."

Dyess' brows knit together slightly as a defeated, "Oh," comes from his lips before he sets his champagne aside, along with hers, and grasps at her shoulders.

"You're going to break this streak. I know you are. Everyone gets in a mess sometimes with this stuff. It's inevitable. Everyone has at least one off year in this profession." He says, calmly.

"It's been an off ten years." She mumbles. "In fact, I'm surprised I still have a job at all."

The comment exposes the inkling of an expression to his features before it fades as soon as it appears — but she catches it.

"What?" She asks him, and he looks at her as if nothing is the matter.

"What do you mean?"

"That face."

"What face?"

"That face you made."

"I made a face?" He plays dumb, grabbing his glass and taking a few swigs of champagne with a shrug.

"Dyess."

"Tawny."

"What do you know that I don't know?" She outright asks, commands, really.

All playfulness and ease has been sucked from the room, Dayla, having been lingering in the hallway, braces for impact.

"...There's been discussions being had, but it's handled, now." He promises her.

"Discussions?" She questions, confused...until..."They were going to fire me?!" Dyess watches as the beauty slips from her face to replace it with a venomous creature, bitter and biting as she repeats, "They were going to fire me?!"

"I told them if you went, I went." He speaks it like it's a consolation. "It was handled, darling. I handled it. Nothing but a misunderstanding." He continues to try to calm her.

After all the years she poured into this, all the defeat and pressure she had to sift through, sleepless nights, exhausted mornings, tears, frustration, irritation, defeat...just for them to wipe their hands clean of her dedication.

The thought of her husband, who had only been hired in the first place due to her overzealous bragging of his genius, having to talk out a deal to keep them from getting rid of her, infuriates her.

Her feet are turning and she's walking with an angry fire lit under her with each step.

"Tawny!" Dyess follows after her as Dayla slowly slips back to her desk to call ahead to Dr. Gaul and give her a warning that an angry Tawny Crane was stomping her way.

"I know you're mad, but making a spectacle of yourself is not the answer, Tawny." Dyess pleads as he walks beside her just as rapidly as she is.

"They had to find something for you to do when they hired you to begin with. I was everything. And now I'm the one being treated as a thoughtless moron while you get worshiped?" She doesn't realize she's crying until a sizzling tear falls down her face, her teeth gritting together. "Don't get me wrong, Dy, your achievements are my achievements and I'm proud of you but..." She can't even finish the sentence, too engorged in emotion.

"I'm only good at what I do because you've helped me so much along the way — and I told them that. Besides, the students that are under you have the highest incline of improvement. You're making damn good Gamemakers."

"I'm just not one, myself." She harshly throws out.

It's now that Dyess grasps her hand, forcing her to stop her trek to Dr. Gaul, to her aunt, to pick a fight with her that would probably end in her immediate termination.

"Tawny —"

She's ripping from him and tearing through the doors of her aunt's office.

[terrifyingstories3]

echo doesn't want to forget monty and harper. they know they could never forget them, but they worry about forgetting the little details - all their little traits and quirks, the things that made them laugh, the crinkles in their eyes when they did.

they weren't lying to bellamy when they said they didn't remember their parents - or at least, it didn't feel like a lie. they can recall the trauma of the night they lost them, but not much else. echo has lost many of the personal details that would have made them feel real. to echo, compared to bellamy's massive and ever-present, deeply impactful memory of aurora, it didn't feel like a lie to say they didn't remember their parents. they have very few fond memories of them, and those that they can recall are muddy, so much so that echo doubts if they were even real. so much about before nia has been repressed and buried and forgotten, and echo has years and years of not allowing themselves memories of before because doing so meant death. for as much damage as queen nia caused, nia was the closest to a mother figure echo can remember. so much of unraveling the traumas echo has experienced is coming to terms with the abuse and molding they faced from the only family they felt they had.

they think of monty and harper often and will talk to them sometimes. this typically happens when they're alone, but they're not embarrassed or shy about it. their grief doesn't manifest in a large, overpowering way (by nature of trauma and inability to produce such loud displays of emotion but also simply by nature of echo), and they're mostly at peace with the decision they made, but it is ever-present. it's quiet and private, much like echo. they loved harper and monty deeply and will carry them with them always.

[emsleyanbluejay]

🔥🎨, and for the wild card ask: can I preen adri's wings. Pretty please.

🔥: Which system members are the most chaotic?

This feels like a fucking cop out but. Khaos and Little Prince. The former just wants to say curse words and steal my food, and operates on Eldritch Roger Rabbit Logic, and the latter has decided that all lizards (here meaning anything vaguely reptilian) belong to her and that Wrath as a domain should be given to her since Mischa doesn’t want it. She also just says some absolutely buckwild shit.

🎨: Favorite colors?

Blue: deep purple, edging on black

Sol: i am a blue-blood for a reason, you know.

Echo: i’m just a hot pink bitch

Escort 97: gunmetal.

Haven: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Mischa: Red. Fuck off.

Bellamy: i’m sure you know at this point, love~ (it’s fucking purple, the asshole.)

Little Prince: green! yellow-green!

JT Thirteen: anything muted.

Adri: deep gray (iirc? come back here so i can ask you, motherfucker)

Khaos: ;} stygian blue and magenta

Poet: Midnight blue

The Maverick: Maroon.

Hisaya: I don’t want to answer this question. (why not?) I don’t want to answer this question. (it’s because it’s black, isn’t it?) *blushing angrily* I don’t want to answer this question.

(Aster, Specter, and Schrödinger not included because they don’t really have opinions on that kind of stuff)

🃏: Can I preen Adri's wings. Pretty please.

if he were here, i know he would love that. social preening is one of the things he misses most about heaven

[jupiterthroned]

The shadowy creature that wore Morgan's face was hovering behind Alex again, but this time all he did was smile knowingly. “More questions, then?” Cobalt was never subtle about wanting more information. Truth be told, Alex was starting to enjoy these little talks. “Alright, let's hear it.”

It came out in his own voice. “What about Morgan?”

The smile drops instantly. He pauses, considers the question. What about Morgan, indeed. It's a subject he's been avoiding as best he can, trying to focus on the project, on the future, not on the past. But it only made sense that the being created from Morgan's memories wanted to know more about its origin.

“Okay,” he finally concedes. “We can talk about Morgan. Let's sit.” It's not really a question. If it wants to have this conversation, it can at least do him the kindness of letting him sit for it.

Cobalt sits across from him, still staring with that blank expression. He's gotten used to it for the most part by now, but finds himself re-examining it with the subject at hand. That expression is so… uncanny. Like the way Morgan looked after some of the tests, the strange and unfocused expression that was so unlike them. Those were the bad days, when he didn't know who Morgan was anymore. When Morgan didn't know who Morgan was anymore.

"You... probably guessed this already, but Morgan... Morgan's dead." Alex looks down, hands in his lap, adjusting his gloves just for something to do with his hands. "Has been, for... a long time now. Long before the tests began. Before you existed."

“Can you tell me what happened?” Cobalt asks through Mikhaila's voice, strained and sickly. It matches how he feels, he thinks, even if it's not paraplexis that's currently making his throat feel tight.

“Morgan… never really recovered after we got back to Earth. Not mentally. Maybe it was the loss of memory, or the stress of the outbreak, maybe it was the nullwave, I don't know. All I know is, they weren't well. I tried to get them to go to therapy, but I couldn't convince them for anything. They were in this dark place, and I tried to help, but…” The words get stuck in his throat, too large and heavy to speak.

Cobalt speaks for him, an echo of January, an echo of Morgan. “I've been wondering if it might be bothering you that you planned your own death.”

And Alex folds in on himself like a house of cards. “They did,” he confirms quietly. “They did.”

Cobalt, as ever, doesn't seem to react with any emotion to this revelation. It just stares at him in that way that means it's searching for the right thing to say. “History is populated with examples of self-sacrifice—”

“It wasn't self-sacrifice,” Alex snaps, cutting off the quote. “If it was, I could understand it. At least someone would have benefited. This… it was just pointless. Morgan chose to kill themself, and for the life of me I can't understand why. The old Morgan knew better, knew death wouldn't solve anything.” The words are tumbling out of his mouth now, fury and anguish indistinguishable from one another. “But I guess that memory got thrown out with all the others. So they did it, and left me to find the body. I've seen a lot of terrible things, but that? That is something I will never recover from.” He closes his eyes and he's back there again, kneeling beside Morgan's body, begging any higher power in the universe that this couldn't be happening, please don't let this be happening.

Alex’s face falls into his hands, voice choked with grief. “And it's my fault. The testing, the Typhon, all of it. It's my fault. Morgan's dead, and it's my fault.” He'd been the one who did this to his own flesh and blood, and he'd never be able to take it back.

He flinches when he feels hands on his shoulders and looks up. Cobalt has shifted across the room, standing right by his side. 

It speaks in Bellamy's voice. “Not your fault,” it says.

“It is my fault,” Alex insists, voice cracking.

“Not your fault,” it repeats. “Not your fault.” And its arms— Morgan's arms— curl around him.

For the first time since Morgan's death, Alex lets himself cry.

[otp-armada]

For a long time, I've felt that Season 5 was structured with a purposeful symmetry by the writers.

To start the season with Clarke and Bellamy apart, one yearning and the other mourning, and to end the season with them in each other's arms, looking out into their future together---I can easily believe that "Nothing will change on the ground" had a closing Becho counterpoint in 5x13 where a conversation ensued in which Bellamy had to tell her that things have changed.

For one, Bob has told us how they never knew if a renewal was coming, and Jason told us how he mapped the series out that it could end in S5. Reflective of his word, 5x13 feels like a soft series finale. If it was planned as such as a contingency to a possible cancellation, then the love triangle/Bellarke storyline also needed resolution.

Two, it was typical of Jason to constrain temporary ships to an arc or two. It tracks if Becho was limited to a single season.

And to that end, the love triangle was so well-structured in season 5 that it seemed heavily poised to end in 5x13.

Like a play, we can split the love triangle into three acts.

Act I - The Reunion Act II - The Fallout Act III - The Reunification

Act I - Clarke is longing for Bellamy on the ground. It's unknown to him that she's alive. We anticipate Bellamy discovering Clarke, only to learn he's in a relationship. The tension ratches before Bellamy and Clarke share an emotional, tearful reunion. There's an awkwardness between them, as they reacclimate to each other's presence. Slowly, they knit back together as a team, old intimacies swathing them. Then comes the penny drop. Clarke learns of Becho.

Act II - Clarke and Company retreat to Polis. Bellamy is preoccupied with ensuring his sister doesn't kill Echo. Meanwhile, Clarke is heartbroken. She keeps to herself, locked away from Bellamy. Clarke's answer to her heartache is to compensate for her perceived loss of Bellamy by latching onto Madi for emotional dependence. Having "lost" Bellamy and standing on the outside looking into all these found families that Clarke isn't a member of, she subconsciously looks to Madi to fill in the voids that Bellamy and their friends left vacant. It's the opposite of her hopes for the two of them to become engulfed into a larger family when Spacekru descended to the ground, and the Bunker inhabitants ascended. Clarke now wants---needs--- to believe that she and Madi can be everything to each other because, in her mind, Madi is all she has. Madi is the only person keeping Clarke from being completely alone in the world, or so she believes. To recant her line of thought, she needed to hear from Bellamy how important she still is to him. And that's exactly what Bellamy wants to keep hidden. He wants to preserve the rational person he's become, keep the relationship he's grown comfortable in, and he knows that to let Clarke fully into his heart is tantamount to reverting to the man he was that followed his heart, his instinct of charging headfirst, with the usual outcome of losing the people he tried to save.

So, Clarke's in a place where she will cross any line to avoid losing Madi. She believes that whatever's changed between her and Bellamy, she can rely on him to safeguard Madi. He's still the man who'd do anything to protect the people he cares about. At this point, Bellamy is also retaining his own outdated perception of Clarke as the rational woman he remembered, the brilliant strategist with political acumen and nerves of steel.

It's when Clarke misinterprets his motives for giving Madi the Flame as a desire to protect Spacekru exclusively that her illusion of Bellamy shatters. It's when Clarke abandons him to Octavia's mercy, or the lack thereof, that his illusion of her shatters.

Act III - Clarke tries to rationalize her decision as necessary. Madi's not having it, and living up to her moniker as "the child from Hell." Meanwhile, Bellamy is hurt by Clarke's abandonment. To him, whatever's changed between him and Clarke over six years, what hasn't strayed from its pattern is Clarke's ability to leave him behind. Touching Echo's sword is a visual clue to the audience that he's resigning himself to be committed to Echo. To remember he has her, at least.

It builds to a head with Echo and Madi confronting Clarke, and Lxa's pseudo-reawakening. Long ago, Lxa influenced Clarke to believe that if she wanted to be strong enough to protect her people, she couldn't allow personal connections to weaken her resolve to save them. Today, "her people" has trickled down to Madi. Clarke's determined to convince herself she did what she had to do until Lxa admits it was wrong of her to abandon the woman she loves at Mount Weather, heavily insinuating how Clarke is also making the same mistake with the man she still loves.

Honestly, the entire second half of 5x13 is so laser-focused on Bellarke that it couldn't NOT include a resolution to the triangle.

Clarke's faith in Bellamy as her hero and savior is restored when Madi tells her how he kept her from spilling more blood as the Commander. Bellamy, Clarke, and Echo all exchange glances, reminding us of the ever-present love triangle.

Bellamy is still upset with Clarke. Not because she left him. That, he could rationalize as her protecting Madi from Octavia and her acolytes and the turncoats who wanted the Commander to lead them. He's heartbroken by his assumption that Clarke doesn't care about him, and doesn't love him like he loves her. Madi sets him straight. Clarke loves him so much that she reached out to him every day for six years. She didn't need to, it wasn't rational to speak into a radio, receiving no answer for all those years. She could have assumed he was dead, like he did, when five years passed with Spacekru still absent. The radio calls stand as proof of her love and faith in him, in her desire for him to come home to her. And he returns her good faith with a reveal of his own: her loss cut him so deeply that he couldn't bear to relive it with more death.

Bellamy's flying so high on the wings of the radio call reveal that it's all heart eyes as he forgives her and invites her back into the fold. He turns back, wanting to say something else, the words on the tip of his tongue, but something holds him back.

From there's an unexplained tonal shift. I mentioned before how the abrupt cut of Echo entering cryosleep suggests it was part of a longer scene we didn't see. One might presume the melancholic, almost sorrowful temperature of Bellamy typing her name and walking away with a heavy slump to his shoulders, eyes forlorn to the floor, was a sadness to be parted from his girlfriend. Honestly, what they're doing equivocates to taking a nap and waking up to what will feel like the next day. What is there to be sorrowful about?

More finite details make me believe a break-up occurred in a deleted scene. The fact that when Clarke offers Bellamy a small, comforting smile, Bellamy pivots his eyes from her, unable to accept the comfort she's offering. Five minutes ago, it was all warmth and heart eyes, and now, you can't bear to accept her gesture? Clarke has nothing to do with why he and Octavia are a mess, and helping each other through their emotional hurdles is what Bellamy and Clarke do for each other.

But you know what would explain it? If, before they entered cryosleep, Head!Bellamy listened to his heart and knew he needed to clean house and be honest with Echo before they all woke up and began a new chapter. Hence, why he wrenched himself away from Clarke when there was more he wanted to say, like, I don't know…maybe to bring up the radio calls? 👀

There's another tonal shift when Clarke and Bellamy awaken. The vibe between them instantly gives husband and wife. All warm smiles, coziness, and bright silhouettes. Weren't there rumors circulating at the time of a deleted Bellarke scene? 👀x2

Monty and Harper's ultimate wish was to pave a path for humanity to find its way to peace. They chronicled their life through video logs, but when they instructed Clarke and Bellamy to be the first to view them, the videos adopted a more specific purpose. To me, the video logs are Marper's equivalent of Clarke's radio calls. Not love letters from one lover to another. More of a passing of the torch, a guide, from an older, more experienced couple to a younger couple beginning their life together. I believe Marper made their video logs of their life and family to prove to Bellamy and Clarke that love can thrive and a family can grow. "Let's show them how to live." And it's Marper essentially showing Bellarke that if two people love each other and they're determined to have a life together, it will manifest. Reading between the lines, Monty's monologue deftly insinuates his hope for Bellamy and Clarke to be blessed with a life similar to his and Harper's.

In a move more intimate than anything we've previously seen, Bellamy puts his arm around Clarke, easily pulling her into his side with not a hint of resistance from her, as they look out into their bright future ahead, lit by the binary stars symbolizing them.

___________________

Season 6 is just as structured.

The love triangle is on full display in the first half. Clarke and Bellamy tip-toeing around each other under Echo's eagle-eyed observation, cluing her in that there's suspiciously more to her boyfriend and his co-leader's seemingly innocuous dynamic. Bellamy cautiously testing the waters to gauge Clarke's feelings for him. Clarke scurring away because Bellamy has unknowingly communicated to her that he's happy with Echo. Bellamy wistfully watching Clarke dance with Doctor Cillian, taking his frustrations out on Echo. Bellamy resolving to make it work with Echo when he wrongly interprets Clarke's dalliance as confirmation of her disinterest in him. Linking Bellamy's resolve to Clarke getting body-snatched, communicating to the audience how he won't be able to wrest his heart away from Clarke.

Bellamy's anger and grief over losing Clarke, viewed partially by Echo. His immense relief to learn she's alive. His determination to rescue her.

After "Go save Clarke!" separates Bellarke from Echo, the narrative notably shifts. We move from the triangle to the split story arcs of a very romantic Bellarke and an independent Echo, with her character development prominently front and center.

Josephine pokes at Bellamy's love for Clarke. He is exponentially desperate to save her the more the ticking clock counts down. He refuses to be deterred by Gabriel and Octavia's hopelessness. He will beat Clarke's heart for her long enough for her to kill that narcissistic brat. His sanity hangs in the balance, waiting for confirmation that Clarke is alive. It's her. It's his Clarke, and a loving embrace ensues. Her nestled in his arms where she belongs, her face in the crook of his neck, lips on his skin, words of affirmation whispered, tears dotting his eyes.

We know they were slated to finally put to voice all the romantic tension that's been brewing between them for seasons. "You called me on the radio every day for six years, and you left me to die in the fighting pit." I would bet a small sum of money that this line from the trailer was dialogue from the scrapped tent scene.

In another part of Sanctum, Echo's on her own, and we finally get insight into her past, into the core of who she is and what morphed her into the person she is. Insight undaunted and uncovered by needing to keep the flames fanning for Becho.

The scripts bring Becho back into the narrative with a distinct alteration. Post-Bellamy's departure from Sanctum, nothing overtly romantic occurs between him and Echo anymore for the rest of the season. It's replaced by a familial bond.

Bellarke's reunions have historically served as an adjunct tool in aiding their co-leaders/friends-to-lovers slowburn arc. Every reunion from 2x05 to 6x13 gradually increases their visual intimacy in increments. Conversely, Becho's reunions also tell a story on the flip side. They start out visually romantic in 5x05, when Bellamy and Echo are so relieved to see each other unharmed that they engage in PDA in front of an unsuspecting Octavia and Clarke. The next time they reunite, it's later on in season 5, and while Bellamy acknowledges Echo in the rover with a hand on her arm, only Echo dons an expression of love as she meets his eyes. Bellamy is very somber. Bellamy hugs Echo in season 6, and it's completely related to his grief over Clarke. True to form, Bellamy really only engages with a woman when he's separated from Clarke. This Becho hug upholds the pattern. And when they reunite at Sanctum, romance is absent between them altogether. It's already revealing that the narrative places Clarke and Echo in the same predicament at points in the season that nearly overlap. Right after Bellamy succeeds in his harrowing rescue mission for Clarke, Echo finds herself facing the same life-threatening ordeal where she almost becomes a vessel for a Prime. Murphy informs Bellamy of this, and nowhere does he display the level of concern, anger, desperation, grief, or any emotion that he did for Clarke. He's happy to know she's ok, and cares about her welfare as he hugs her in greeting, but absent is the overwhelming flood of relief he felt to know his Clarke came back to him. Becho is not the story of how lovers endure the apocalypse; they represent a tale of how love collapses, and their reunions are a reflection of that theme. There's more emotion as Bellamy hesitantly glances over at Clarke, who's clearly experiencing a stab of jealousy at their embrace.

Bellamy and Echo work together well to help save the day, as family does. When Echo offers to help him escort Octavia to the anomaly stone and the best Bellamy can offer is a tap to her arm, to me, it represents Becho in what was supposed to be its final form--exclusively familial. Particularly as he leaves her behind, forgotten, for a sunlit, soothing embrace with Clarke, where their silhouettes are filmed to look like a kiss.

I really do believe that 6x08 was the intended transition point where the triangle wrapped up, and Bellarke was in active development. As I said, there's no way the writers (pre-season 7, when the story was being told sincerely) would sabotage their main ship with an act of infidelity.

I think Jason made the same mistake in s6 as he did in s5. Leaving in every other part of the story structure--exposition, rising action, falling action, and resolution, except the climax (literally) of the romantic Bellarke storyline.

tl;dr I am so very sorry that I hijacked your post to drop an unhinged thesis paper lol. I have spent a disproportionate length of time theorizing about potential deleted confirmation scenes for Bellarke. Whenever I read the words about the topic, it activates a sleeper agent mode in me lmaooooo anyways gonna go hibernate 🏃‍♀️

it's still so fascinating to me that bellarke was supposed to happen in 6x10/6x11, bob was informed of this, but then he received the script and it didn't happen. that's just so sketch. truly what was going on behind the scenes. it's just so WEIRD the more you think about it. also makes me wonder if that was the first time that had happened. i mean, we already know that there were changes to the 1x08 script to get rid of the line where bellamy asks clarke to run away with him, so i don't think it's that far outside the realm of possibility to think that there were other romantic lines/scenes that were cut throughout the series. i honestly think every season they probably toyed with the idea of them happening, wrote a first kiss or a confession or maybe an almost kiss, decided against it and thought hey actually let's push this to next season, drag it out a little longer.

[lexinoctura]

The day they stopped counting

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence // after Praimfaya // sequel to “Praimfaya – The other way around” // light angst // family fluff // opening the bunker // Clarke Griffin & John Murphy Friendship // bit of echo bashing

Praimfaya has long past, and finally Bellamy was happy. It was almost prefect. He had Clarke, their son Percy as well as Madi, and the rest of his friends all around him, alive and happy. And instead of just surviving Earth, they were thriving, living. The only thing that was left missing was his sister, and the rest of the last remaining humans on Earth, trapped underneath hundreds, if not thousands of tons of rubble and concrete in a more than 100 year old bunker.

The Fifth Chapter (and second to last chapter as well), is now available on every device with connection to AO3, waiting for you to read :D

There are some things that needs to be set straight… and neither Bellamy nor Clarke really like it

[savingthrcw]

Clarke Griffin

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Some important canon divergences:

-if we don't plot, my default answers for memes and starters when we first begin writing may be after season 3 but canon divergent: they aren't under the threat of world destruction again (yet), Rohan honored the coalition so they are at 'peace' with the grounders, and Clarke and some of the others are staying at Becca's house, sort of a sidegroup so Wanheda isn't going to put a target on Arkadia with her presence. This is so that we can write ALL the plots we want without worrying about timelines. Either that or the depressing but with hope 'after season 6' when there is no time/planet traveling and they are just learning how to live in this new world (not freeing all the Eligius criminals at once), and dealing with various traumas. But it's not a must!

-I do headcanon/write that after having the Flame in her head, Alie's chip, blood transfusions in an unhigenic place after being tortured by her chipped mother, Clarke's brain and body wil take time to recover after s3, even if the Flame was removed correctly. She has pains in her neck sometimes, and her PTSD symptoms got heightened. She also hates being completely alone at this point, even before what happens with Praimfaya.

-important: Wells was her best friend for her entire life before being sent to Earth: Clarke is still in pieces, probably always will be, over losing him. She will think of him/mention him.

-Lexa and Finn are on the same level in her memories, more or less: people she knew for a couple of weeks/one month, she had romantic feelings for, felt betrayed by and sort of forgave before they died horribly, which means their death had more weights than their short romance, and to me Finn has more romantic weight seeing as he was her first and there was a whole 'cheating' situation that made things even harder, but they also lived together and survived together during their first month on Earth. I'm sorry to Cle.xa shippers but I cannot see how Clarke and Lexa had any time to get to really know and like each other when they were constantly apart or Clarke was justifiably refusing to see her after Lexa's betrayal pushed her to pull the lever in Mount Weather. And this after their first kiss was very shortly after Clarke felt forced to stab Finn to spare him from torture.

-She mourns both but not as extensively as in canon: Finn, though, makes her feel extremely guilty and responsible, on top of being someone she had to mercy-kill, and stays with her also as a trauma and reminder that her love kills. Lexa is connected to the first 'worst moments' of her life, and very directly so, and Clarke has mixed feelings there; but since Lexa was shot by someone who wanted to kill Clarke and right after they slept together, guilt wins there too. She's not in love with Lexa for years after her death.

-if a Bellamy rper wants to write shippy things, Clarke has been in love with him without realizing it ever since season 2. If they don't, she has no love interest when interacting with him unless plotted otherwise (she'll still have the occasional hook up with Niylah, though, but she's happily single). If a Murphy rper wants to write shippy things we will have to write that development from scratch with our thread (which is how rp generally goes). With the others I may default to Clarke having feelings for Bellamy, though, as that's what I took from the show, but having no intention of doing anything about it, especially once he's with Echo (whom my Clarke likes, by the way).

-I absolutely want to explore the fact that Clarke in the first seasons is a TEENAGER who had the weight of the world on her shoulders (after a year in solitary which is traumatizing by itself) and can still act like one sometimes. Should, in fact, be given the chance to just have a bit of fun. It didn't take long to convince her to get into the fun at the end of the very first episode, when Jordan swung to the other side of the river, she did join the party in their camp even if it was short lived, she just doesn't have time for it.

-If Madi exists and s5 happens, Clare is not going to crawl for people's forgiveness after season 5; as far as she sees it they were saving their family and she was saving hers: they wanted to put a chip that is a death sentence in her daughter's head (Bellamy) and wanted her to lead an army (the others) and she fought for her. She may apologize for hurting people in general but if prodded she will not hesitate bringing up that they made her daughter the Commander, robbing her of her life, and argue over most things she's accused of. She's going to fight back, despite agreeing that she's a terrible person. In fact if we go down that route she may be somewhat resentful around Spacekru (minus Echo who didn't attack her and they talked things out when Echo was being "kept hostage" anyway and she was told Bellamy was still alive after the arena). Even so, she also wishes for forgiveness and loves them but doesn't feel like part of their family/group. -This is also why I'm hesitant but interested in writing her with Raven: I think they'd fight a lot in later seasons and I'm not too comfortable writing hostility even if it gets fixed, unless I know the other rper and we can talk ooc too (so I know we are not actually annoying each other!) but I'd also love to write them finally going at it and then returning to be friends!

-With Octavia she actually doesn't have any particular issue because even if we write her as having become Blodraina, Clarke sees her as having lost her mind and she knows she decided to follow Madi by the end. So while she's very careful because she doesn't know if Octavia is dangerous to her now, it's an easier relationship than with Raven, Clarke isn't particularly hostile, just cautious, and if you write Octavia going through her character development in s6 (okay maybe without going into s7 with time-traveling) Clarke is there for her, especially because she knows how having to make impossible choices (genocide/cannibalism) can make you lose yourself. -She would apologize to Bellamy for forgetting he's part of the family, yes, but she'd also remind him he promised to protect Madi and then left Clarke herself locked behind while he took her daughter to Gaia and put a target on her back. Literally. A target that changed her too, and that she has to learn how to control so she's not overwhelmed by the Commanders.

-If we do write season 6, she'll bring up to Murphy how fast he cooperated with her murderer Josephine, though this would be without particular resentment given how things turned out; she'd reference it to return the favor of Murphy not letting her off the hook for a second after season 5.

-Clarke is apologetic about causing pain, especially if she decides it was wrong, and will always agree she's a bad person, but she will not think she was wrong nor apology for protecting her people, and is not that submissive.

scenarios:

-I'm also here to write enormous canon divergences, as in: long stretches of time when nothing happens, or no Praimfaya at all, or maybe there is Praimfaya and she manages to get back in time to go to space, or she's stuck on Earth with Madi but then there is no Diyoza situation yet and the others just come back, or maybe season 5 goes normally and then at the end Earth isn't bombed and they live in it, OR it happens like canon and I'm willing to write season 6 too… but NO SEASON 7. Nothing from season 7 and that includes things that started happening in season 6 related to it (time and dimension traveling lights, Hope grown up coming back for Octavia etc). I'm more than happy to write 'life after big events' (which includes us writing bad things happening to them). But also as in her taking a different approach with those characters, changing their relationships, opening up earlier/more, or having other off-canon adventures that bring them closer.

[tilbageidanmark]

Movies I watched this Week #131 (Year 3/Week 27):

I must start watching all of Claude Chabrol's films!

His final film, Bellamy, was my most enjoyable film of the week; So pleasantly mature, so well-made, simply a pleasure. Inspector Gérard Depardieu's infatuation with his beautiful wife, the cemetery where Georges Brassens is buried, a convoluted Georges Simenon crime story told with cinematic beauty and restrain. Magnifique.

“There is always another story, there is always more than meets the eye”. 8/10.

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2 Danish films:

🍿 I finally went to the cinema, for the first time in more than 5 years! (Photos Above!). And what I saw was Tove's Room, a new, brutal chamber play by Martin Zandvliet (My second film by him, after 'Dirch'). It tells of the long-suffering feminist writer Tove Ditlevsen and her (4th) husband, the abusive Victor Andreason. Like George and Martha of 'Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?', this takes place in one room over a few hours of a sadistic and disgusting cat-and-mouse struggle for control and mental degradation. Together with a visiting Klaus Rifbjerg, and the cryptic maid, the two perform an unpleasant flogging act, not for the faint of heart. Shortly after the time of this play, she committed suicide.

🍿 Jørgen Leth's classic short from 1967, The Perfect Human. Lars von Trier considered Leth his mentor, and in 2003 they created 'The Five Obstructions', challenging the original by making it 5 new, different times.

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70 years ago, Gentlemen prefer blonds turned Marilyn Monroe into a global sex symbol. Her Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend song and dance number was indeed sensational. It was Howard Hawk's only (?) musical. A surprising feminist screed. 7/10.

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10 Icelandic films, 6 of which are by Rúnar Rúnarsson:

🍿 Re-watch: During this project and before this week, I've seen 9 Icelandic films, and most of them were excellent. But Rúnarsson's magical Echo was the one that moved me the most. It's a gentle patchwork of 56 short vignettes, all taking place during the Christmas holidays, each delivering a discreet and poignant story: A young girl comes to visit her father's new family, a group of old people doing aerobics in a pool, a librarian calls his mom on the phone, a farmer is being rejected for a loan, a family is buying a Christmas tree... Each one more beautiful and heartbreaking than the other. If you could improve on Roy Andersson's movies, you'll get 'Echo'. Get your handkerchiefs ready. 10/10.

🍿 So I decided to visit the rest of his 'oeuvre'.

Anna (2009) was his final presentation short from his Danish film school. It tells of some challenges of a 12-year-old girl who lives with her single mom in a small fishing village. A touching, beautiful poem in a minor key.

[The Danish Film School itself has a good Vimeo account!]

🍿 The Last Farm earned him his first Oscar nomination. An old farmer in a remote valley prepare to bury himself together with his dead wife without telling anybody. Tremendous 17-min. short, with score by Sigur Rós. 9/10.

🍿 2 birds is another short about lost innocent; A shy teenage goes with a girl he has a crush on to a house party with a much older crowd where things get out of hand.

🍿 Volcano was Rúnarsson's debut feature. [Spoilers: Hannes is a grouchy withdrawn "Ove", who used to be a fisherman and is now retired after being a school janitor for 40 years. It starts as a standard Nordic fair, with him trying to kill himself after his retirement party, being alienated from his family, and sour on his lot. But when he overhears his grown-up children talking how miserable his long-suffering wife must be with such a curmudgeon, he takes heart. His apology to his wife turns into a shocking and tender "old people sex", and it looks like this will be a story of healing. However, their happiness is short lived when she suffers a massive stroke and falls into a coma.

A year before Michael Haneke's 'Amour' won all the prizes, he tragically erupt at the end in exactly the same way.] 8/10.

🍿 Sparrows was Rúnarsson's second feature. On the one hand, it tells of a 16-year-boy who moved from the capital to the countryside, and have to put up with his estranged, "loser" father. But at the end he shifts gears and repeats the exact same story from his previous short '2 birds' (above): The boy and friends go to a party, score some Ketamine, and he watches helplessly as three party-goes date-rape his girl. Later as she comes to, he reassures her (in an act of selflessness) that it was he who deflowered her. The boy is even played by the same actor in both movies. And I didn't like it either time.

🍿 Completing all of Rúnar Rúnarsson's films, I continued with some other winners of the Icelandic "Oscars" Edda Awards:

Heartstone was the debut feature by one Guðmundur Arnar Guðmundsson. A sensitive and beautiful love story between two preteen boys in a remote fishing village. Sensual and moving. If it was just a tiny bit shorter, it would be a perfect companion piece to Belgian Lukas Dhont's 'Close' and 'Call me by your name'. 9/10.

🍿 Guðmundsson's previous poetic short Whale Valley also opened on an attempted suicide by hanging. A short poem about two brothers who live far away in an isolated fjord. A beached whale is being cut up. 7/10.

🍿 Rams tells another tragic story of two estranged brothers, both sheep farmers, who live next to each other at a remote Icelandic countryside, and who hasn't spoken with each other for 40 years. It was voted the second-greatest Icelandic film of all time. 8/10.

🍿 Sker ("Skerry") is an 11-minute wordless story about a kayaker who find a little islet. 9/10.

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My first 2 films from Uruguay:

🍿 Whiskey does not refer to the drink, but to the way they "Say Cheese" down there. Another random pick of a film I never heard of, this low-key joyless comedy turned out to be a magnificent little masterpiece.

A shabby, lonely and drab world, like one of the forgotten provincial towns described so well in "100 years of solitude", it slowly and meticulously follows the dreary life of Jacobo, a 70-year-old owner of a modest sock factory. He has only two workers, and one loyal lady supervising them. Their laconic and minimal interactions are repetitive and awkward. But when his long-lost brother comes for a short visit, Jacobo asks Marta to pretend that she's his wife. The uncomfortable interactions between the three ungainly, melancholic characters brings to mind the heart behind Aki Kaurismaki''s dramas.

100% rating on Rotten Tomatoes, and it's hard to imagine that this mature gem was created by a young 30-year-old (who committed suicide two years later!). 10/10 - The best film of the week!

🍿 A Useful Life, another terrific art film by one Federico Veiroj. An economical, bare-bone story about a middle-age curator at a small Cinemateca, a dilapidated, struggling institution. Like the real 'Cinemateca Uruguaya of Montevideo', it is about to close after 50 years, because the few visitors it has cannot support its existence any longer. It's delicate and humane, like the movies shown in the half-empty auditorium for a few aging cineastes. 9/10.

Coincidentally, it starts with the two film archivists going through a package of films from Iceland! (and most of the films I saw this week are from these two small film countries, Uruguay and Iceland!)

Both these films portray life in Uruguay, a little country between Brazil and Argentina, as a sad, marginal and neglected place.

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Suzume, my third animated fantasy by Makoto Shinkai (after 'The garden of words' and 'Your name') is about a girl looking for her dead 'Okasa' (mother). As beautiful as some of Ghibli-Studio productions (The story even starts at a place called Miyazaki), with high imagination and stunning visuals. But also with confusing theology and a story with too many elements: Romance, supernatural, lost parent, trauma over the 2011 earthquake.

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“… why would I want to save a homeless shelter?…”

Another repeated re-watch, often paired with 'The American President', Ivan Reitman's charming Dave about an ordinary person who is suddenly thrust into a position of power. Written by Gary Ross (who also wrote 'Big', 'Pleasantville', 'The hunger games') and with superb acting by everybody involved: Kevin Kline, Sigourney Weaver, Charles Grodin, Ving Rhames and Frank Langella. Sweet romance, and idealistic presidential fantasy, made in 1993, before Clinton turned into the massive Neo-liberal douche-bag he ended up being. 9/10.

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The man with two Brains. Steve Marin as Dr. Michael Hfuhruhurr was unfunny, and sexy Kathleen Turner also unfunny. 2/10.

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Unknown: The lost pyramid is a new documentary about the interesting archeological digs in Saqqara, Egypt, but told in the usual Netflix style, shallow and melodramatic.

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A chump at Oxford was a 1940 Hal Roach comedy with Laurel and Hardy, a juvenile pratfall. With James Finlayson (I think) and Peter Cushing. Not funny - 2/10.

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(My complete movie list is here).