#love bellamy

[nightcatssketchbook]

I was hitting some art block so I felt like drawing some fanart of @abd-illustrates’ Heartless characters!

I realized I never actually watched the final installment of the Concept Corner series, so that’s what I had playing when sketching these. It’s just so fun listening to the brainstorming and cool character connections

[bellamyblake]

Bellamy and his tan shirt in s3 and s4

[scarringstars]

BELLAMY BLAKE APPRECIATION WEEK 2025 day seven ► free choice ► bellarke

[okmcintyre]

Bellamy Blake Appreciation Week: Day 6: Bellamy + poem - ‘old man by atticus (love her wild, 2017)'

[fluffyartbl0g]

Someone get this man a younger sibling that ISNT like. Twice his height.

[xstrawmari]

This is so???? They are so???

[lilnasxvevo]

I love you Monkey D. Luffy I love you protecting the power of friendship through the power of incredible violence

[morleybobsource]

Happy 40th birthday Bob Morley!

[luckyjorabbit]

Wannabe

[ervotica]

Okay okay okay so for the celebration, Bellamy with crybaby!reader who maybe gets sick after eating those berries in season 1 and he's just doting on her and being all sweet 🥺🥺

bellamy blake x crybaby!reader ✩ i made him a lil mean n teasing but it’s all in good fun

Bellamy scrapes his palms over your temples, slicking back the flyaway hairs that curl over your ears as you flit your head from side to side, eyes wide and glossy. He may not be able to see the hallucinations that plague your mind, but your frantic expression is enough to have him crouching next to you, dragging his hands over your skin as you sniffle and cry in that warbling voice.

“Baby,” he murmurs. “Slow down.”

Your hands tremble as you hiccup and rock on the balls of your feet, digging soft fingertips into the earth beneath you.

“Can’t-” you gasp. “Too much.”

Bellamy’s brow creases with a frown, and he hooks his hands under your armpits to drag you upward, his chest pressed to yours.

“Easy,” he coos. “I’m here. You’re safe.”

You hiccup, ducking your head. He follows your watery gaze diligently, petting the top of your head.

“I’m sorry,” you warble, pursing your lips around a sob. “I’m sorry.”

Your pupils are blown wide, no doubt another effect of the jobi nuts, your body almost bursting at the seams with untethered energy.

“Baby.” Bellamy tries not to laugh, he really does, but the way you’re surveying him like he’s grown two heads is a little funny.

You purl sadly; your idea of a scolding, though far too soft.

“Don’t laugh, Bell,” you cry, moonlit tears making headway down your cheeks. He tuts, gathering the wetness at the corners of your eyes to brush them away.

“I’m not,” he huffs, though the tilt of his lips gives him away. You tip back into the dirt with a thud, palms out behind you as you stare up at the star dotted sky.

“Y’are,” you mewl.

He sighs, tilting his head to watch you. “Stop being a baby.”

That really sets you off. You sniff, rubbing at your eyes as though you can plug the steady flow of tears. “You’re so mean!”

Hooking his arm under your knees, he drapes you over his lap, your expression rather akin to a kicked puppy. “I’m sorry,” he snorts, chest shaking with a laugh. “I didn’t mean it.”

“Hate you,” you sniffle. He pouts, leaning down to smear a kiss over your jaw.

“I love you too, my baby,” he murmurs, voice rough and grating against your skin. You lean into him involuntarily.

“Don’t feel good,” you grouse, going soft and pliable in his lap. Your head bumps against his chest with a thud.

“I know.” He smooths his hand over your head again, snickering as you go limp at the touch. “You wanna lay down?”

“No,” you whine.

“Yes, you do,” he corrects. “C’mon.”

“Bell.”

He mimics your warbling cadence beat for beat, bending at the waist to murmur soft apologies against your cheek. You lean into him, clutching the hem of his t-shirt as though his touch might make your vision stop spinning.

Camp is full of delinquents in similar situations to your own, many lying in the dirt next to you, a few stumbling in pursuit of the visions that pervade their senses. You sniff sadly.

Bellamy gathers you up and squeezes you tightly, lips pressed firmly over your temple. “It’ll pass soon.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, baby. Promise,” he mumbles, breath hot against your face.

“Love you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he laughs. “Love you too, brat.”

[doortotomorrow]

characters in the spotlight » john murphy : connections

[shinypetrichor]

Matthew Bellamy in 'Supermassive Black Hole' Music Video (2006)

[bellamyblake]

Bellamy Blake in 3x13

[scarringstars]

BELLAMY BLAKE APPRECIATION WEEK 2025 day four ► trauma ► "forgiveness is hard for us"

[mywifeymax]

Bellamy as your boyfriend 🌾🌿🌲🍀

---He would be very protective of you barely letting you outside of the wall making sure you didn't leave the camp

----He would smile if someone mentioned your name to him in even a simple sentence

---He would stare at you with love and affection

---He would definitely give you nicknames

---He would leave hickeys all over you so other guys knew that you were his

---If he was having a bad day he would come inside the tent and cuddle you

----If you went missing he would send a search party out looking for you with him leading them

----That's all just a short little break from the fanfiction 🥰----

[bless-the-telephone]

Bellamy Blake and Clarke griffin are too normal about each other in a significant amount of content about them and I don't know why. These are not two well adjusted individuals, kind and well intentioned, yes, but they are both ready and willing to kill mass amounts of people just to keep who they care about safe. They will kill and maim if they have to, themselves, each other, nobody is safe and why am I not hearing about it!! Why is there no blood and teeth and rage!! They are Mind and Heart, they can't exist without the other and it's painful! it hurts them! it hurts the people around them!!. I mean in Josephine's Bellarke monologue, both her and Bellamy acknowledge that the relationship between them is weird and exhausting. And he still does everything in his power to bring her back. This was meandering and ranting but I'll end this with the general summary of: Let Bellarke be weird and co-dependent and angry and irrational about each other, it's their natural habitat.