#eosdawns

[teruel-a-witch]

Lmao I hope this doesn't show up in any tags but my dash did a thing and I need you both to see it lmao

@leightoningstrike @eosdawns

It's like you are saying Fuck Snow!, MJ. And tho I live on the 60th prallel technically inside the Arctic Circle, I join you, I hate winter, I haaate it, it's endless and dark and bleak and boring.

[oviids]

The calm, pale moonlight, whose sad beauty, beaming

Sets the birds softly dreaming in the trees

And makes the marbled fountains, gushing, streaming

Slender jet-fountains, sob their ecstasies

clair de lune for @eosdawns

[hawthornewhisperer]

Bellarke + caught in the rain (canon/modernverse) please if you're still accepting requests/prompts. Thank you!! 💕

Yes I am still accepting prompts! I’m hoping to do at least one ficlet a day for the whole week.

It had been threatening to rain all day.

Days like this made the students squirrelly, between the oppressive humidity and the low rumble of thunder in the distance.  Bellamy had to break up two almost-fights and three separate inappropriate-for-the-venue makeout sessions against the lockers, and all in all he was grateful when the day was over.

Of course, the end of the day had other perks.  Clarke liked to do her grading before she went home— she sort of had to with some projects, since carting home 60 different bowls would be quite the project— so shortly after debate practice wrapped up, she would be waiting outside his door so they could walk to their cars together.  It started accidentally, with the two of them discovering they were leaving at the same time each day, but now it was easily his favorite part of the day.

Bellamy shooed the last student out and thunder cracked ominously.  The storm was drawing nearer, and the light outside had dimmed considerably.  “Think we’ll make it home before the storm hits?” Clarke asked, leaning against his door.

“Does it matter? Are you going home in a horse and buggy?” he asked without looking up from his bag.  

She rolled her eyes at him.  “Just making conversation.”

“Since when are we weather people? We have more interesting things to talk about.”

Clarke waited while he locked his room door.  “Like how you’re kind of a jackass?” she teased.

“Yes, like that.”  Bellamy took her duffle bag from her hand and like always, she protested.

“I can carry my own damn bags, Bellamy.”

“I know,” he shrugged.  “But as long as I refuse to join the staff volleyball team, this is how I’ll make up for it.”

“You should—”

“Volleyball is a terrible sport and I’ll never play it so stop asking,” he said, heading off a familiar argument.

Clarke sighed and nudged him with her elbow, but when they opened the door to the parking lot, they both drew up short.  In the time it had taken them to walk from the social studies department to the staff parking lot the clouds had opened up. It was pouring, torrential wave after torrential wave turning the parking lot into a minor lake.  Rivulets ran off the small overhang, creating mini-waterfalls between them and their cars.  “Well, shit,” Clarke deadpanned.  Bellamy groaned and grabbed the door behind them before it closed, but Clarke rested her hand on his arm.  “What are you doing?”

“Going..inside?” he replied.

“It’s rain, Bellamy, not lava,” she chided.  And then before he realized what she was doing, she’d tossed her bag against the brick wall and darted out into the downpour.  She stopped and tipped her face up to the rain, arms spread wide, grinning.

“What the hell are you doing?” he yelled over the din of the rain.  Thunder rumbled, but no lightning followed.

“Something I’ve always wanted to do!” she yelled back, spinning around.  The water beat down on her shoulders, turning her dark blue shirt just transparent enough that he could make out the outline of her black bra.  He darted his eyes away, wishing he didn’t notice things like that about her.  Life would be much easier if she was just Clarke Griffin: Coworker instead of Clarke Griffin: Object of His Affection.  Clarke sauntered over to him, grinning mischievously.  “Come on, Bellamy. It’s just rain.  What are you, chicken?”  She stomped her foot into a puddle and sent a wave of water up his leg.  He squawked in protest and jumped back, making her giggle.

Bellamy hesitated for half a second and then tossed both his bag and her duffle down, running out after her.  Rain splattered his face and flattened his curls to his forehead.  She had a small headstart on him but he caught her quickly, banding his arm around her waist.  They spun with their combined momentum, Clarke’s peals of laughter echoing off the windowless walls behind them.

Bellamy set her down, both of them breathless.  Her chest heaved with laughter and her eyes sparkled, and for once in his life he threw caution to the wind.  

She inhaled sharply when he took her face in his hands, but the moment their lips met she tangled her hands in his hair and opened her mouth to him.  It was stupid and reckless and probably against district policy but Bellamy didn’t give a damn, because kissing Clarke in the pouring rain was the best thing he’d ever done.

When they finally let go, Clarke’s eyes had gone hazy.  “What— what was that?” she asked in a low, hoarse voice he wanted to hear every day for the rest of his life.

He tucked a wet lock of hair behind her ear and pressed their foreheads together.  “Something I’ve always wanted to do.”

A/N: don’t @ me about volleyball. It’s the worst.

[judelaw]

The worst thing the SI could do to Yon-rogg is erase all the affection and memories of Carol. That's how they can make him a villain. Bc the film made it obvious that his greatest flaw now is his feelings for her (also, i could see all the potential angst and redemption it possibly follows if it is done right.)

I don’t think that would work. The SI already did that with Carol and it didn’t help at all in the end. It’s obvious they cannot completely erase memories just suppress them and it only took one small audio recording for Carol to remember her entire life again so as soon as Yon would see her or she’d mention something that reminds him of their six years together he’d remember her again as well. It would be way to risky for the SI to do that since they can be sure it only works as long as he doesn’t see or gets to talk to her.

[kinetic-elaboration]

For that director's cut ask: Clarke was Here aka law school au. Old fic but still good!

Hi! Thank you!

(Director’s Cut Ask Game.)

So Clarke Was Here is a bit of a weird story for me because it is a law school AU, and I have a law degree, and I always end up at least semi-regretting stories that are based too closely on my real life, especially in terms of setting. I’ll easily poach certain rl moments and rewrite them--the context is different enough and the process of writing is cathartic and it’s just a different thing. But when I take a specific, real life, place and then write in it, I always end up feeling...uncomfortable with the way the story combines fiction and reality. I’m never satisfied with it.

Clarke Was Here is especially awkward for me, because while I knew as I was writing it that I was blatantly using law school vocabulary without explanation (Note, carrel), I wasn’t as aware of how I was also writing the culture of my particular law school without explanation. Which is how someone ended up explaining American law school to me as if I were not also a JD from an American law school, which is still...awkward. I’m not over it.

On a related note, it did not occur to me that it would be odd for Bellarke to lock up their bags with their laptops in them, but leave books, notes, and notebooks out in pain sight, because that’s how I operated. The school has an honor code and, more importantly, a general atmosphere of trust; no one’s sabotaging each other or shit like that, so you can leave your books out and no one’s going to tear them up or something dumb like that. And no community patron is going to give a crap about your casebooks or study guides. But anyone can walk off the street during normal business hours and steal your computer or your phone, so I would absolutely never leave something like that out, especially since there was a huge laptop theft problem at my undergrad and I’m not A Fool. That said, people DO leave their valuable stuff out all the time in the library, that’s how trusting this community is--and again, the fic is based on my law school, not law schools in general.

Anyway. Rant aside, the story is just supposed to be a cute little fluff fic, really. I reread it (re-skimmed really) when I got your ask and I feel like it basically hits that mark. There are a lot of Law References, though, which personally I find distracting even though they’re the defining feature of the fic, literally. But again for me it’s an awkward blending of worlds lol.

The way that the carrels work in the fic is exactly how they work at my school’s library, but I have since gathered this is not universal. A shame, since that’s at the center of the fic, and also I think the first idea I came up with for it. Hopefully this is clear from the story/dialogue but basically they are desks with a little wall across from where you sit, and a little shelf on top of the wall. The library signs out carrels every semester to 2Ls and 3Ls on a first come first serve basis. The “carrel” is only the shelf: “signing up for a carrel” means you’re entitled to leave your stuff on the shelf and it also means you can check out books to the shelf, in the same way you can check out books to yourself. It does not mean you get exclusive use of the chair and desk. Library staff are very clear about that, but law students consider the whole carrel to be theirs once it’s claimed. In other words, don’t sit at someone else’s desk, especially if you’re a 1L. So that’s the center of the fic: Clarke is following the rules and Bellamy is insisting on the custom.

The Note that he’s writing is like the law school equivalent of a dissertation, very roughly speaking. Almost everyone joins a journal their second year (it’s considered important for your resume, basically), and in order to get credit, you have to both edit professionally written journal articles, and also write your own mini-article, or Note. This also fulfills a graduation writing requirement, at my school at least. The best Notes are published in the journals. (My Note was absolutely atrocious lol. One of the worst academic experiences of my liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife.)

Clarke is taking Torts because that’s a required 1L class, and Bellamy knows which professor she has based on her book because there are only a couple of Torts books out there and, in a school the size of theirs/mine, only a few Torts professors. So you can often figure out what class someone is in from their book.

Bellamy’s classes are Election Law, Federal Courts, Family Law, and Criminal Procedure I (basically 4th amendment stuff), all of which were classes I took in law school. I chose Family Law because, as he explains in the fic, that’s his main interest, and Federal Courts because it’s one of the toughest classes you can take and Bellamy’s smart and ambitious. Election Law is because I always wanted Show!Bellamy to eventually become Chancellor (when that was still a thing) so I wanted that hint of political life in there. And Crim Pro I is about defendants’ rights when dealing with the police and the show obviously starts out with a bunch of criminals going to Earth so I thought--kind of a connection there.

Evenwel v. Abbott, the Election Law case I name-dropped in the fic, has to do with drawing election districts, which is shaping up to be a hot topic--even hotter than when I studied election law.

I have since found out that the art in the library, which is very similar to the piece I describe in the fic, is Controversial. By which I mean some of the staff hate it.

I debated which of the two should be the one to love Star Wars and which one wouldn’t know it. I figured Clarke would be the more likely sci fi geek but I’m open to the opposing view. I just wanted to make an “outrage” pun--outrage being both a tort, and a commonly used non-legal word.

...That’s all I can really think to say about it lol. Probably more than enough!

[verbam]

I'm so happy you're back with a loaded and angsty fic!! I remember you wrote "A little more of this" and it wasn't posted in AO3. Idk if it's just me or not, but I want to believe that drabble/fic is kind of a prequel to Wash Them In Milk, Dress Them in Silk. 💖

Awww, that’s a nice prequel thought. A Little More of This  was theoretically set in early season four, but like, I think it can totally be retconned and adjusted to be early days bellarke, pre Wash them in Milk, Dress Them in Silk. It definitely has the softness of them. There’ll also be flashbacks of early bellarke in WTiM,DTiS, if all goes according to plan~ 

[ghostiddie]

Being locked in/out of your work place.

Fanfic trope: being cold together with the person you wanna make out with 😍👌☺💖❤

Real life: alone, cold and hungry. Every second feels like an hour of not having your phone with you. NOPE NO -78/5 STARS

I am not saying I am proud of myself… But I am a little proud of myself.

Also real talk. My favourite fanfiction tropes are always the stuff that I would HATE to happen to me in real life. Like unexpected bed sharing… Let me know yours!

[ghostiddie]

Twenty-One Questions

Tagged by @fairyringsandwings

1. Nickname: MJ, Michy, voci or eos

2. Name: MJ

3. Zodiac: Taurus

4. Favourite Musician/Music Group: hozier maybe. Or clario

5. Favourite Sports Team: isn't sports cancelled???

6. Other Blogs: wow this question is so funny haha. @eosdawns is my main. And I have 11 other ones saved bc I am a magpie of tumblr usernames as @leightoningstrike said

7. How many blogs do you follow? 500+

8. Tumblr Crushes: i love my mutuals

9. Do you get asks? it's mostly when I post a question on a trending tag

10. Lucky Number: 0

11. What are you wearing right now: gray shirt and jeans comfy enough for work

12. Dream Vacation: on my bed and under the blankets

13. Dream Car: any kind of car that I can fit my dog :)

14. Favourite Food: POPCORN

15. Drink of choice: COFFEE

16. Instruments: um.. spotify???

17. Languages: English, Filipino. I can understand a bit of Mandarin

18. Celebrity Crushes: DEV PATEL AND FLORENCE PUGH

19. Random Fact: I learned how to extract blood from myself when I studied phlebotomy during college

20. Favourite Ecosystem: Tropical forests. I just wanna eat mangoes all day.

21. Favourite cat species: BLACK CATS

I'm tagging @disaffected--niece @elenapadmeamidala @captaincinderbella bc they are sweet people. But no pressure of course!

[oviids]

28!

28: First book that comes to mind, tell us about it. Rant

just recently i’ve been thinking about the dandelion dynasty series by ken liu, it’s a fantasy/silkpunk series based on the rise of the han dynasty and establishment of imperial china. it’s really good and i’m kind of surprised it doesn’t have a lot of hype, especially since historical/fantasy c-dramas and novels are so big at the moment. the first book is a little slow imo but the second is brilliant, and since the final book will come out soon-ish i really need to do a reread.

[hawthornewhisperer]

Not sure if there is a prompt/request limit for this but if you're interested: bellarke + truth serum :)

How about a spies!Au? 

Clarke blinked rapidly, blood and sweat stinging her eye.  She’d taken a cut to the forehead when McCreary’s men ambushed them, but aside from that and a few bruised ribs, she’d been in worse shape.  She rotated her wrists against her restraints, doing her best to keep her movements hidden from the guy watching her.  Still, the situation wasn’t good.  One of their worst, actually.

In the center of the dimly lit room, Bellamy sat in a chair, arms tied painfully behind his back.  He had taken the brunt of the beating thanks to his habit of always throwing himself between her and her opponents and she desperately catalogued his injuries, trying to think of a way to talk them out of this.

But McCreary was unlike their usual marks.  He wasn’t just an arms dealer, because those were greedy and could always be baited with the promise of a big pile of money.  He was a terrorist, bound and determined to hurt as many people as he could— and with disturbingly deep pockets. 

And also why he was able to get the drop on her and Bellamy.  The man himself emerged from the shadows, twirling a syringe between his long fingers.  “The CIA will be disappointed in you two,” he chided, circling Bellamy like a bird of prey.”

“Fuck you,” Bellamy said tightly.

McCreary laughed, and a chill went down Clarke’s spine.  “Fortunately, you have something I want.  There’s an AI the US is developing.  Agree to get me in to the lab where they’re testing it, and I might only maim you.”

Clarke laughed, trying to draw McCreary’s attention away from Bellamy.  “We’re too low level to have access to something like that.  They don’t give us clearance for that,” she said.

“Not to you, no,” he said, still eyeing Bellamy.  “But your mother would.”

“Then let us go and I’ll ask her,” Clarke bluffed.

McCreary was again fingering the syringe.  “No, I don’t think we’ll go that route.”  Without warning he plunged the needle into Bellamy’s neck, wrenching a strangled scream from her throat.  “Oh don’t worry, it’s nothing fatal.  Just a little truth serum.”  Clarke slowly exhaled.  Bellamy would be able to fight it, and since they didn’t know much about the AI anyway, he just had to hold out long enough for their backup team to come get them.

If a backup team was coming, of course.  But right now, that was their only hope.

“She already told you; we don’t have access to that lab,” Bellamy gritted out.

“Oh, I know.  I’m looking for something more useful than just an access code.”  He sat down on a chair in front of Bellamy, elbows on his knees.  “Tell me, Blake— how do I make you talk?”

“Sing me a lullaby,” Bellamy said defiantly.

McCreary laughed.  “All you’d have to do is get access to the lab, take some pictures.  One job and I let you keep all your limbs. You’ve got that sister— if we tracked her down, would you get us what we need?”

“Octavia would eat you alive,” Bellamy said, and Clarke stifled a snort despite everything.  She might not be a CIA operative, but Octavia Blake was plenty deadly on her own.  McCreary was definitely on the wrong track there.

Bellamy kept his eyes on McCreary, careful not to look at Clarke. Too careful. He hadn’t so much as glanced at her since the truth serum went into his neck.

She realized it a second before McCreary did.  “Any reason you’re ignoring your partner?”

“What do you care?” Bellamy replied.

McCreary grinned.  “That wasn’t an answer, which means it was.  Don’t think you can fool me, Blake.”  He nodded to the guard at Clarke’s side, and she was jerked forward into Bellamy’s eyeline.  “What would you do if we hurt her?”

Bellamy’s face was a mask of agony.  “I’d destroy you,” he said, locking eyes with her.

Suddenly, she understood.  Every time he’d touched her during a mission, every hand on her back, every curl of his fingers around her elbow; every time he laughed at her jokes or stood up for her with command or offered to take the more dangerous part of an assignment— he’d been trying to tell her.

He was in love with her.  He was in love with her and she was in love with him.  It was against just about every agency rule and protocol and they might be about to die anyway, but it was as real as the heart in her chest and the look in his eyes.

And she wasn’t going to let it be too late.

[captaincinderbella]

Ok I’ll do it. I was tagged by @caseycrumb 

Rules: name ten favorite characters from ten different things (TV, movies, books, etc.), then tag ten people

1. Rowena (Ivanhoe, BBC 1997)

2. Morgane (Mists of Avalon)

3. Snow (Hunger games)

4. Kaidan Alenko (Mass Effect 1-3)

5. Haytham Kenway (Assassin’s Creed 3)

6. Soren (in @leightoningstrike‘s the Wraith, based on a Marvel original character)

7. Soulafein (Baldur’s Gate 2)

8. Lestat (Interview with a Vampire)

9. Bastila Shan (Knights of the Old Republic)

10. Rita Vratasky (Edge of Tomorrow)

I’m tagging:

@leightoningstrike @vociferrari @pandora-cleo @pennygesserit  @fairyringsandwings  @eosdawns @elenapadmeamidala @butterflyagua4 @etherealenigma​ @andsweetdreams

[kinetic-elaboration]

4 & 8!

4. What are some of examples of storytelling that inspire you outside of books?

Hmm, I don’t entirely know what this question means but since it says ‘outside of books’ I guess like what forms of media inspire me other than other people’s writing?

Everything in its own way. I’m kind of jealous of the intricate, multi-part but still self-contained style of serialized story-telling in tv, especially when done well, and I wish I could write multi-part works like that, with all those moving parts. And then often I will listen to a song, or look at a painting or photograph, and think ‘I want to create something that makes others feel like this makes me feel.’ Though that speaks more to the inspiration than the storytelling part of the question. Am I supposed to be, like, naming names?

Also sometimes I feel bad about continuously using the same phrases over and over and then I remember how people were able to memorize long epic poetry because all they were really memorizing was the general plot and certain standard phrases and then putting it all together as they went along and I think !! I am part of a great tradition of re-using phrases!! and feel better.

8. Have you identified any recurring elements or themes across your writing?

Oh yeah, and I feel guilty about it sometimes, like, ‘have I really only been writing the same story over and over for like 15 years???’

I love describing the weather. My characters are always holding hands in a Meaningful Way. I constantly describe where people are looking. Characters tend to have lots of quiet but important moments where they just sit together and silently Contemplate Things. Bed sharing is a Constant. (I mean honestly my default scene when I don’t know what to do is like “what if they were in bed together rn?”) Realizing feelings tends to be more important than actually getting together, which sometimes reads as an afterthought. Cuddling happens more and means more than kissing or sex.

Within T100 specifically, I constantly return to the hiatus-period between S2 and S3, and sometimes mix it up with references to an AU post-S4 but with pretty much the same emphasis: slow recovery, rebuilding relationships, building a home. There is lots of Earth worship, generally.

I’m sure there’s more but this is all I can think atm.

Thank you for the questions!

Ask me stuff about writing!

[skywitchmaja]

Do u have a spell for Roald? ☺

sure! one sec

[tigersharks-moving]

i got an aesthetic blog now!! —> @eosdawn

[leightoningstrike]

I was tagged by @caseycrumb

Rules: name ten favorite characters from ten different things (TV, movies, books, etc.), then tag ten people

1) Beatrice (Much Ado About Nothing)

2) Alice (Alice in Wonderland/Alice Through the Looking Glass)

3) Talos (Captain Marvel 2019)

4) Odysseus (the Odyssey)

5) Elizabeth Bennet (Pride and Prejudice)

6) Ignatius J Reilly (Confederacy of Dunces)

7) Cher (Clueless)

8) Mike Hammer (Mickey Spillane Book Series)

9) Sam Spade (Maltese Falcon 1941)

10) Korben Dallas (the Fifth Element)

I am tagging

@eosdawns @anonymousmink @captaincinderbella @dannibobanny @fairyringsandwings @pandora-cleo @elenapadmeamidala @spokane-domain @stephibee @graaaaceeliz

[ghostiddie]

I was tagged by @leightoningstrike @butterflyagua4 (tumblr isn't letting me tag you 🙃)

Rule: Tag 9 People

Top Three Ships:

Yonvers (Captain Marvel)

Gaby x Illya x Napoleon (The Man from U.N.C.L.E)

Geralt x Yennefer x Jaskier (The Witcher Netflix)

Honorable Mentions: Danbeau, Bellarke, Kastle, Royai and Captain Rebel

Last Movie Watched: On Drakon (2015) (thank u yonvers discord fam for suggesting)

Book I am Reading: Letters to Milena by Franz Kafka

Food I am craving: Sylvanas/Sans rival (cashew cookies)

I'm tagging some mutuals here and from my main (@eosdawns): @pandora-cleo @scuttleboat @tsaritsa @captaincinderbella @anonymousmink @dannibobanny @suzirya Also anyone who wants to do this!