If I am anything, it is violence

  "Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?" Bellamy Blake // 24 // Big Brother // Skaikru //Co-leader of the rebellion   

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Bellamy Blake x Gina Martin moodboard

She had bambi eyes and I was her lionheart

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During his life Bellamy Blake had exactly 287 books, one little sister, 26 years old and four lovers. (drabble)

Gina Martin was his first love. They were high school sweethearts, young love birds. Gina was life. She was sweet and kind and everything around her seemed to be growing and glowing because she was so good. Everyone loved Gina. The girl had bambi eyes and ginger hair that fell Longley through her shoulders and back. Her kisses tasted like iced tea and Bellamy could stare at her forever, watching her smile and laugh and the pink shade that covered her cheeks when she noticed him. The same shade of cherry blossoms. Gina was the most loveable girl he had ever met and no flower could be compared to her beauty. But as it was already mentioned, she was growing. Her first love grew and moved cross country for college and flowers still smelled good but their colours were not so pretty and made his eyes shine anymore.

Emori de Adzone came right after. They met on their first week of college and he was wrapped around her finger in no second. Life was more vivid around Emori. Everything was intense and alive and he felt like he always on the edge, but a good edge. She had dark hair and eyes and tanned skin that he kissed every single place, covered in sweat and all the hormones that your body produce when love someone as intense as she was. Her spirit was strong and he could see the intensity in her eyes, with the flaming colours of a bonfire, when she stroked his face. The air was full of promises and hopes for the future when he had her. But a girl was extraordinary was Emori could never be stuck with a small town boy like him, so she left to glow like the sun and strike other people lives.

Then he met Scarlette. Their hands touched while reaching for the packets of sugar on a busy coffeehouse. She was tiny and he hadn’t noticed her at first, but after their first glance at each other it seemed like a bond had created. They both always frequented the same place religiously for coffee and escaping (him from noisy roommates, her from her family) and after the first contact every time she went in his eyes snapped in her direction. Eventually he got the guts to talk to her. It took some time, but they ended up dating and opening up for each other. Scarlette was small but she was fierce and strong,someone who had been trhought too much at a young age. Everything around her was death, and still, god that girl was beautiful. Her eyes,lips and nose were precious and her soul was still pure and golden even after all. But she needed love in ways Bellamy couldn’t give and even though she was alive the world was still bitter and cruel and dying all around her. So she left, beautiful in all red and golden tones, to seek what she needed.

And then Murphy happened. In an almost transitional way that Bellamy wasn’t quite sure how it happened, Scarlette left and he met that boy. John Murphy was also fucked up, in so many different ways and he showed on his skin and eyes and bones. He was harsh and cold and unforgiving and people looked at him glaring,he destroyed everything he touched. But Bellamy starred into those blue eyes and messy hair and all he saw was a broken boy who he loved so much. He was beautiful in his own way and being with Murphy was like cuddling in bed after a long day at work. He stole kisses of the boys chapped lips whenever he could and held him tight. Murphy was cold, but it was like getting the first glimpse of snowflakes on a Christmas morning. But he was still a broken boy, and Bellamy froze without his hugs and he left after much pain and harshness and the world slowly got warmer but Bellamy still shivered from time to time.

In good days he sits down and looks at the window, with a book on his lap. Is not cold nor hot. The weather is neither dry or humid. His mind roams wondering where his lovers went and if they found someone who loved them right.

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( John “Lacrosse Captain” Murphy )

Scarphamy Stranger Things AU | w/ @olderblake & @scarlettebraya

             He loves him. And he’s not comfortable with that. They’re watching each other from across the table eyes dark, soft, barely illuminated by candle light. They shouldn’t be doing this. It’s Murphy who breaks eye contact first, because maybe he has more reasons to. He’s dating Scarlette — and she’s the bet thing that’s ever happened to him, with the mess of things at home ( if he can even call it that anymore ) she’s the closest thing he has to a home now. He’s part of the team — it’s the NINETEEN EIGHTIES he couldn’t just tell people he was having fairy thoughts towards a ( SENIOR ) he’d get kicked off the team ( or worse ). He’s a Murphy. He’s getting out of this place on a lacrosse scholarship and his father is IMPORTANT in town and he can’t just risk that because of a feeling. And most importantly he’s her best friend. 

He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Scarlette comfortable with anyone other than Emori de Adzone and Bellamy Blake. Emori’s gone missing and so has Bellamy’s little sister. Which is maybe why she started hanging out with the secluded history loving senior in the first place ( Murphy had insisted that he didn’t understand why ). But of course, Scarlette had started to invite him to Murphy’s parties, and before he knew it. The senior had started to seem attractive, and interesting, and Murphy had even bought him a college history text book at one point because Scarlette had wanted to get him one and but being a ( regular middle town America girl ) she couldn’t afford it.

He shouldn’t be looking at him that way. Because Murphy know’s he’s not the only one that’s seeing it. Bellamy’s looking at him the same way that he’s been looking at Scarlette for the past few months. John Murphy wasn’t an IDIOT he knew Bellamy had a thing for his girlfriend and that she occasionally modeled for him ( along side their shared friend Emori ) but — the way he looked at her… Bellamy had started to look at him the same way ( recently of course ) after the textbook gfit. After quite a few things really. He glance back up at the senior, and he got a feeling that it was only THEN that Bellamy had looked away. Because Scar kissed his cheek as she ( FINALLY ) got back from the cafeteria line with her tray of food, and Murphy turned to plant a light kiss on the girl that he knew he loved beyond all doubts. She smiled at him… but her attention quickly turned to Bellamy who lit up when she called his name.

Murphy quickly grabbed Scarlette’s hand, lacing their fingers together, but it felt a little strange with how she was leaning over and the way Bellamy glanced over at their hands and then at him. It felt like he should be holding Bellamy’s hand too. And honestly at THIS POINT Aurora Blake’s MONSTER CONSPIRACY THEORY was making more sense than his emotional state. 

          Scarlette Braya, everyone knew the name before strange things started happening. She was the preachers daughter, a straight A honor student. Destined to leave the hell that was this small town was to so many. Now, she was Scarlette Braya, the girl who’s best friend is missing because of her. The girlfriend to Lacrosse star John Murphy. She didn’t mind, she had support, her boyfriend but also the senior Bellamy Blake. His smile was so…beautiful. His little sister had gone missing, and she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him but the pity lead to something more. A friendship that made the butterflies reserved only for Murphy start fluttering around. Would she tell anyone that the loner of their school was causing her to feel things only Murphy had been able to stir? No. 

          Scar could see the way Bellamy looked at her, she couldn’t help but look at him the same way. The way she looked at Murphy or even Emori on certain occasions. The comfortable muffled clicks of her heels against the tile floor as her school raged around them could’ve over powered her thoughts but they didn’t she had learned long ago to deal with noise. She stopped a table or so away from Murphy. Her eyes darting between the boy she undoubtedly loved and the boy who looked like he had fallen in love with him as well. She decided that she had been awkwardly standing there for too long and more speed walked over to Murphy her lips gracing over his cheek before sitting down.

          The feeling of Murphy’s lip against her’s was so familiar, it felt like home to her. Right after she called out to Bellamy, it felt so weird not having him closer to them. She was picking at the salad in front of her before sliding her hand into Murphy’s. She had heard about crazy lady Aurora Blake she didn’t think Bellamy’s mother was crazy she thought she was a heartbroken mother and needed a way to cope.

She could’ve said nothing but it was just so quiet at their little table that she couldn’t help it. 

“Bellamy, do you like the textbook?” she avoided the obvious ‘Is your mother still trying to talk to lights?”

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Bellamy Blake wasn’t a big believer of religiously things, and neither was his mother but she had been praying a lot on the last days and with everything that happened (Octavia going missing, the freakish thing that his mother claimed tried to leave their walls and the less strange but also stranger thing of all, Scarlette Braya and John Murphy looking at him like he was the last slice of pizza and they were starving) the boy couldn’t help but stop himself every now and then, look up to the sky and ask to whatever was up there what the fuck were they doing with his life, and why his? Wasn’t he fucked up enough already?

 He and Murphy had been on a silent starring contest for a few seconds now, maybe minutes who knew, and it burned. It had always burned but this was a different sort of burn. Before it was an aching itch on his chest caused by anger and on his red ears due to humiliation. This was nothing life that. It burned in a way that made him feel warm and almost tingly inside, his mouth was dry and he felt a kick in his stomach it was not supposed to happen when a boy looks at you. 

 And as if this wasn’t hard enough already, Murphy wasn’t the only that made him feel like that. Scarlette sat down and kissed Murphy (her boyfriend) on the cheek. They greeted each other and she turned to him and called his name. Bellamy smiled, because he loved hearing her voice and he loved when his name left her lips. But it burned in the same way, all over his insides, when she turned her Bambi eyes with long eyelashes. God help him. 

 The senior approached the table and sat down, weirdly. They were a couple and its not like he wasn’t used to third wheeling them now, but it was always... Odd. Maybe it had to do with the fact that a few months ago none of them would have ever looked at him (Maybe it had to do with the fact that Bellamy wanted to ditch class, drag them to the dark room and do all sorts of things you can do out in the light). 

He licked his lips and smiled when Scar asked, clearly avoiding the subject he knew everyone was dying to talk about: His crazy mother and her crazier theories. “Yes, I love it. Its amazing, there is so much in it that the teacher never even mentioned it. Thank you so much for it” Bellamy thanked, shyly. “So...how was you guy day?” he attempted to start a regular polite conversation. 

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     It took him a moment to ract ( ANGER ) was the first thing he thought of but quickly realized that if it had been MBEGE or MILLER saying that – he wouldn’t have been so offended in the first place. And would probably have laughed it off. So while he didn’t ( LAUGH ) per say, he didcrack a smile ( or was it more of a SMIRK ).   Rolling his shoulders back as he decided to get a little more comfortable –  just treat him like one of the guys and everything would turn out alright. His mother had always said never to let what others said affect what you do ( and then she’d gone and become an alcoholic just because she had a feeling that his father had cheated on her ) the irony was — something else. But point being. There was no need to push the seniors face into the DESK ( quite yet ). Though if he was being ( perfectly ) honest, he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

The guy in front of him didn’t seem impressed ( at all ) by his presence here, he wasn’t sure ifTHAT was more offensive or if the name comment had been. But it also was interesting to Murphy the lacrosse and football teams were basically the only way to make it out of this town ( the school wasn’t exactly ranked high enough academically to help any of the kids get intocolleges out of state and most couldn’t afford to go in state without financial aid covering 99% of tuition anyway ). So when they were doing ( WELL ) and making it to ( STATE ) almost every year it was something to talk about. The lacrosse team basically ran the school this year because four of the guys on the team last year had made it out. John Murphy was determined to be one of the ones that made it out next year. But this senior seemed ( less than ) impressed with him in general.

“ Parents that don’t want their kid to get bullied at school tend to go with… what did you call them less ORIGINAL names. ” he concluded with a small nod, arms crossing over his chest though ( he wouldn’t have his father spoken about that way ). But his guy was trying to get RIDof him. Murphy may not have been ( BARELY ) passing most of his classes at the moment, but he wasn’t an idiot. He knew when people didn’t want to talk anymore ( too bad he didn’t really give a fuck what Bellamy Blake thought. If he wanted to talk to him the other should be happy to oblige. ( Though he was a little glad that he wasn’t – it made things strange, and Murphy wasn’t sure why he was enjoying it so much ). He knew he probably shouldn’t be enjoying it this much.

But — he did know one thing, he wasn’t going to get anything out of Bellamy Blake ( right now ) the guy for whatever reason was determined on getting back to his HISTORY book. So he did the right thing and took a step away from this. Getting up from where he’d sat Murphy adjusted his jacket, “ My place, Friday, nine o'clock, everyone’s going to be there. ” ( well they didn’t know it yet – but getting a party together in three days wasn’t HARD and his dad was going to be out of town anyway, it wasn’t like he hadn’t been planning on having at least Miller and Mbege over, now he was just going to add a few more names to the list ( though half the junior and senior classes probably didn’t count as “a few” no wonder he was this close to failing math ). It also wasn’t a question – the tone of voice he’d used to say it was more of an I’ll see you there than aI hope you can make it. “ NOW that’s everything. I’ll leave you to your… studies . ”

As Murphy replied to Bellamys answer on his name, the older boy rolled his eyes. Right, as if he had a different name people would have treated him any different.”  A rose by any other name would smell as sweet “ The quote left his lips after he scoffed. Yes, bullying was not what Shakespeare meant when he wrote it down, but if fitted. If there was something that people in this town did not have a problem with was to find reasons to cirticize - and then bully- other people. Especially the ones who didn’t quite fit the status quo. Bellamy could have been called John. He was still a Blake, still poor, still a bastard kid of a so called whore.

 The kid finally stood up and started to walk away, but not before making an invitation (God that boy was weird, didn’t he know that people like them just didn’t mix?). Well, sort of. His voice tone let clear that it wasn’t an invitation really. It was a request. A demand. Obviously, rich white kid thought he could have whatever he wanted and boss people like Bellamy around. Ridiculous. “ What makes you think I.m showing up? “ He asked, annoyed at Murphys presumption. After he left, Bellamy dunked his head again in his book. But the kids eyes kept wondering in his mind.

 The question he asked Murphy had a simple answer, one word with 7 letters that he had chosen himself. Octavia. Bellamy complained all the way as he made dinner, talking about the absurd twilight zone sounding encounter at the library earlier. And for his surprise (Actually, he should have seen this coming, he had no idea on why he was surprised) Octavia got mad at him “What do you mean you’re not going?” his little sister asked, raising her hands in the air. “Its a once in your life opportunity!”. The speech dragged itself for the rest of the week, Bellamys only response being a roll of eyes and glares for her to shut up. “This topic is over Octavia” He said a few times on the first day, until he decided that shutting up was the best way to deal with it. 

 What he didn’t count on was that Friday night at 10 pm, after their mother had already left to cover her position as a bartender on another towns bar, Octavia would appear on his bedroom door with her best jeans and a shirt from an old brand they got as a donation a few years back and drop the following sentence “I’m going to Murphys party. You come?”. Bellamy starred at the girl in shock “You’re kidding” He stated, even tho he knew she wasn’t. “I’m going whether you’re there or not” She said before walking down the hall. As he heard the sound of the keys, Bellamy jumped out of the bed ‘Wait” he screamed before sighing. “Let me get ready” The boy said, with his head poking out of the bedroom to see a very pleased Octavia. 

 And that's how, an hour later,Bellamy Blake found himself shoving his sweaty hands on his pockets at the hallway of the very fancy Murphy household.

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         It wasn’t like he was ( SEEING RED )quiet yet, but he was fairly sure that if he pulled the kid to is feet the boy would piss his pants and he was having a << very >> hard time telling himself that that WASN’T the way to handle the situation. To be fair ( he could just snap the boys neck right here ). But then he wouldn’t be any better than the grounders ( OR PIKE ). Still he was going to fucking << kill >> this kid if that’s what it took to get him to apologize, because despite the fact the boy seemed to be ( TERRIFIED ) he didn’t AT ALL seem << apologetic >> for what he’d said about Scarlette. She’d lost her ENTIRE FAMILY and he had the nerve to say she still deserved to be punished ? That was just << sick >> and << wrong >> and << Murphy >> wasn’t going to ( stand ) for it. He could feel himself pulling the boy back by the collar, as if wanting to pull him off the chair and onto the floor so he could at least fucking ( kick the life ) out of him and teach him a LESSON. But – his own name interrupted his thoughts and a strange sense of calm washed over him if only for a ( moment ). But it was enough to drag him out of the ( HAZE ) he didn’t let go of the boy’s shirt, but his eyes dragged themselves off of the terrified ( idiot ) and onto ( THE KING ). << Not worth it >> ? Who cared if it was ( WORTH IT ) what mattered was that this kid had insulted someone he cared about – without so much as HAVING HALF A REASON to do it. “ You wouldn’t be telling me to << drop it >> if it had been << Gina >> he’d said that about. ” he got the words out just as he gave a rough tug and threw the boy from his seat to the ground. But that was it – Bellamy had a ( POINT ) fighting over it was just going to make things << worse >> and the boy would just talk ( even worse ) about Scarlette when he wasn’t around. He stepped ( over ) the boy laying on the ground ( but not before kicking him << once >> ). “ But whatever. ” he managed, pushing past Bellamy for a moment, but his hand grabbed onto Bellamy’s jacket as he did so – a small gesture to make the older male follow him out.

He could tell Murphy had heard him, even if the boy didn’t initially showed anything. He was still holding the boys collar and starring at him like he could set holes in the kids face just by doing so, but very subtly the rage in his eyes calmed a little. Slowly, Murphy turned his head to face Bellamy, still not letting the boy go. With a final rough tug on the boys shirt and a bitter reply, the kid let go. It was true, what Murphy said - The kid probably wouldn’t be alive if he had said that about Gina - But Bellamy was a leader, his job was to make sure they were safe and not killing each other. Murphy was right to be angry and ready to snap someones neck, but the older Blake couldn’t just let his co-leader go and end one of their little remaining allies. They couldn’t give people reason to want to leave them for Pike or to think that they were more stabilized and safe back in Arcadia. Murphy let the boy go, kicked him and started to make his way out. Bellamy sighed and gave the kid that had talked shit about Scarlette a dirty, disappointed look. He had his hands on his waist and an eyebrow raised at him, daring the kid to say anything when he felt a tug on his sleeve. Bellamy looked up and Murphy, who had just pushed past him, had not left yet. He was actually still there and making a gesture for Bellamy to follow him. The older man had considered following Murphy at the second he had dropped the kid, but thought that maybe Murphy probably wanted to be alone. But he was wrong, apparently. Bellamy was usually wrong about what Murphy wanted or did not want and it constantly drove him at least a little crazy. The man with loose curly hair nodded and followed him out of the room, not before throwing one last dirty look into the kid directions. “You were right” Bellamy said as soon as they were a few steps away from the room. “You had all the right to punch him as much as you wanted and God knows I would have done it even worse if he had said that about Gina or anyone else I cared about. But you’re one of their leaders Murphy. Its our duty to protect them, not kill them. Even when they are jerks.”

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As Bellamy spoke up, Miller looked over at the older male. “There was nohuman activity”, he reported to the older male, letting his gaze wander to the campfire. It was strange how they hardly ever came across any grounder activity – Well, none so far, other than Jasper being speared and Wells’ presumed death – yet the grounders managed to kill them off. Although, maybestrange wasn’t the right word for it. Maybe it was more frightening, orunnerving. “-But I have another shift later, so we’ll see”, Miller then added. He had managed to find someone to trade away his morning shifts with, but it also meant double shifts for tonight.

When Bellamy brought up another topic, Miller turned back to look at the freckled man, raised eyebrows as a smirk teased over Miller’s lips. “Yeah, Idefinitely thought we would be fighting survivors of the nuclear apocalypse”, he said drily before turning his eyes back to the fire, giving his head a soft shake. “No”, he then said. “It’s not what I expected it to be”, he said before letting out a quiet sigh.

“How about you?”

Miller replied to him and Bellamy nodded, silently thanking him for the information. No human activity. That could be good or really bad. Maybe they had given up or gotten bored with killing the people that fell from the sky. Or they were getting ready, making an army, preparing to attack. The leader closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He couldn’t let himself fall into this thinking, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to think straight. He moved his shoulders back and looked up as Miller added. Bellamy nodded once again ‘Ok. Maybe I’ll go with you” He said, before looking the fire burning in front of him. 

As the younger man replied to his question sarcastically, Bellamy chuckled, lowering his head. He turned his face and starred at the boy with an eyebrow raised “Shut up”. Miller answered him and Bellamy stayed in silence. I guess no one expected that, he thought. Miller asked him and the man shrugged. “I never really thought about down here, right now. Had too much to worry about what was going up there” He replied, smirking bitterly “And when I did think about here, I thought about the old times. To me, earth was dead wasteland with no possibilities of human race coming back, let alone survive” The man spilled

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         The tunnel wasn’t exactly WELCOMING while Emori had gone through it quite a few times now — she still didn’t like going int it, her eyes wandered along the entrance, taking in the small ( humid ) scent of the underground labyrinth. It was taking her time that really hurt though. She didn’t want to have to think about something like that for a while but now she was beingFORCED into it, because she was bringing someone else with her, and what if there were remnants of reapers ( sure she hadn’t RUN INTO any since the incident at Mt. Weather ) but that didn’t mean that they’d gotten them all. And she was with someone she didn’t know too well, she didn’t know Belomi’s fighting style, or how he survived, she had yet to see him against anyone and she couldn’t imagine it. Despite him ( telling ) her various times, no pictures of it were ever made her in mind of the boy killing. There was NOTHING she could go off of to ensure that she would be safe ( well more accurately he would be safe she knew she’d be fine ) in the tunnels. All SHE had to go on was faith. And Emori wasn’t one to easily just ( BELIEVE ) because she was told that it was the right thing to do. On the contrary, if one believed in things they often ended up dead. But… she felt like she could TRUST Belomi – which was strange, because she hadn’t really thought that she would be able to do that, not any time soon anyway, and yet — she couldn’t give herself any reason not to, because TRUST wasn’t based onreasoning. It was a ( feeling ), and the small warmth that came with it was reason enough. So she stepped forward and started walking in, motioning for him to follow her.  While theDAMP tunnels were a journey all on their own, being careful not to step in certain places, she jumped on one of the metal railways that lined the tunnels and just walked on it as they kept going. She was quiet now ( for safety ) but when they came upon the large opening of an exist, she climbed oout of the small ditch and onto the platform, motioning for Bellamy to follow, and placing a finger on her lips to tell him to be careful, here any breath was magnified across the array of tunnels and they certainly didn’t want ( THAT ). But when they emerged they were greeted with a crumbling parliament building the word Archives was still visible, but the rest of the letters ( though really she preferred to call them symbols ) had fallen off, and behind it, was the place she wanted to take Belomi. “ Alright we’re here. ” she stated with a small smile as they walked past the first decimated building and towards the group of structures behind it. “ Now before we go inside i’m going to need you to close your eyes… it’s a surprise of sorts okay. ”

The tunnel was dark and the air inside was heavy and humid, making Bellamy wrinkle his nose at the first breath he took. He followed Emory close behind and it wasn’t like he didn’t trust the girl, I mean after their first encounter their friendship had broken down a few barriers and since then it became easier to be around her and talk to her. The point being, Emori made him feel good and he trusted her, but he had to admit that taking him inside that tunnel made his shoulders grow tense, because really it was a dark tunnel that (apparently) only she knew where it was, he had no weapons and Emory was the type of person that could snap his neck in a second if she wanted to (Bellamy hoped she didn’t). But the girl in front of him was also tense and the sky man started to worry even more. Bellamys shoulder tensed and his head turned, looking around the place, searching for anything that might represent any sort of danger. As they went deeper and deeper into the tunnel, the air got heavier, until it didn't. The couple had reached a large open cavity with a platform. Emory moved her finger over lips, signing for him to make silence, and so Bellamy did his best to be as silent as possible, as more gentle than he was earlier by the river. The man climbed up the platform and stopped to dust away some dirt on his pants before looking up. He was about to ask Emory where to now as he raised his head, but his mouth went silent as he took in the place in front of him. It was old and crumbling, obviously,as most things down here. It had the world “Archives” written on the top, although clearly there had been other words around that had fallen with the years. Bellamy wondered what it originally said. He was still admiring the whole structure when Emory spoke and he turned his head quickly to her. She smiled at him and the man couldn’t help but smile back. As she gave him the instructions, Bellamy sighed and rolled his eyes “You know, this trip is being a bigger trust exercise than I thought it would be” He complained, but had a smirk on his lips. The older Blake closed his eyes, putting his left hand over it and reaching out for the girl with his right hand. “This better be good Em” he said.

[eorliingas]

you’ll be back, like before.  i will fight the fight and win the war. 

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       Bellamy Blake. It took a minute to settle Blake as in the ( BLAKE ) family that lived… well wherever with a slut for a mother ? Well that must have been horrifying as a kid. He remembered his parents arguing about it when the second kid had been born ( his mother died shortly afterwards ) but… something about how they couldn’t possibly be associated with such a family if his father was going to expand his garage into the next town over and hire some work. For a moment he wasn’t sure what to do or what to say. He wasn’t supposed to NOTICE let alone interact with this guy. He thought he’d died  ( well he thought this Bellamy Blake guy had died ) or like graduated or something. There were TWO elementary and ONE middle school in the town and he’d never interacted with this name before. HELL he was almost done with high-school and he hadn’t heard of this name before. What a strange idea man. Living and attending the same institution as someone so notorious. The junior could help himself. He shifted in his seat a little as he pulled back his hand. That WASN’T what he had been expecting.

It wasn’t like it DETERRED the lacrosse player anyway, he simply shifted on his seat a little. Hands falling back into his lap as he thought of what o do now. Task A was obviously not the right choice now. He wasn’t going to be allowed do do anything ( not according to the rest of humanity in this goddamned town ). He wasn’t sure if it would EXILE him ( he assumed it would do something of the sort due to the fact he hadn’t even HEARD of someone that went to his own school. it was DEPRESSING in every sense of the word. But he didn’t like idea of that being deteriorated from the task he’d set for himself, instead he took it as a challenge. Plus it wasn’t like anyone who was friends with him cam into the library ( with the exception of Gina Martin but she didn’t really count because she was ALREADY interested in this kid ).  

          “ Do I need anything ? ” he repeated, being quiet about it for a moment — well he hadn’t expected to be ask THAT question. Well, he assumed he needed SOMETHING that’s why he’d allowed this to happen, that’s why he was sitting here right. Hoe was e supposed to answer that question ? “ Yeah I need your attention for a second. ” he answered with a small sigh, rolling his shoulders back as he thought about it, he was busy… looking at this Bellamy Blake fellow, he was – really confused as he watched him. The brown eyes, glistening as if they were lit embers of an old fire, just warm heat. Dancing along the edges of a no long existent things.  “ Who name’s their kid BELLAMY Blake ? ”

A smirk crept on Bellamys face as the junior reacted to his name. It was subtle, of course, but nothing someone that had grown being starred at, by people that thought less of him because of his mother (or rather, his father) or social position, wouldn’t notice. It amused him, and sometime ago, it made him angry, so incredible angry his hands would close into fits and he would feel his jaw tense, preventing him to scream all the sorts of curses he knew. But when you live in a small town where everyone knows each other and is in constant need of a job to try to get a better life, screaming your thoughts is not an option. So he would shut up and after some time, Bellamy learned to ignore and above that, not to care about other peoples opinions. That was his main base to survive high school.

John Murphy, or Murph apparently, sat down across him on the table and repeated Bellamys question for himself before falling into silence, as if he was pondering about his needs and what had driven him to talk to the silent poor kid on the library. As he answered, Bellamy raised both of his eyebrows at him, arms crossed over his chest. Honestly, by this moment the senior was already waiting for some kinda joke, something that would fall into any websites' description of Bullying but by the principal and teachers would be called a healthy, funny interaction between school colleagues, because really, for what other reason would a rich popular kid would be talking to him in first place?

When Murphy asked his question Bellamy sighed, clearly not impressed. As if this was the first time someone asked him about his unusual name. “Someone more original than the person that names their kid the second most common name in the USA” the senior replied. Bellamy licked his lips, looking around, searching for a group of juniors hidden somewhere, or someone with a camera, ready to...to do something. He turned back to face Murphy again. “Need my attention for anything else?” the man asked

[olderblake-blog]

          He didn’t like staying up all night. But it was hard not to, so it wasn’t his fault that he was exhausted and taking a nap in the cafeteria ( or whatever this place was called ). But of course he was only half asleep, one ear open to all the conversations swirling about the place per usual. So it wasn’t like he was oblivious tot he fact that people had started a game. The first few names Murphy even smiled about to himself, head buried in his arms so it wasn’t like strangers could TELL he was smiling. But almost MORE importantly – most of the names they started with had been the kids who hadn’t left PIKE for the mountain. Which Murphy could understand, then they started joking among themselves but then “ You know being real tough, that Braya girl… is someone the ark should have gotten rid of before we even fell. ” Murphy stopped, lifting himself up and looking in the general direction of the group of kids talking shit. “ WHAT did you say ? ” he asked, eyes narrowing in the direction of the kid that squirmed, that’s the one that had said it. He slowly got up from his seat. Walking over to the group of people and grabbing the boy that had squirmed by the back of the shirt. “ I said WHAT did you say ? ” 

The night went on and so did the stupid game. Bellamy watched the kids, rolling his eyes once in a while. Very rarely someone sounded slightly offended, mentioning they were friends with one of the owners of the names presented, but no big deals, their bitter expressions soon being erased by laughter and the continuity of the game. But then one kid, he wasn’t part of the delinquents, Bellamy was sure, made a mistake. Bellamys shoulder tensed up at the minute the word Braya left his lips, not because of him, but because of another boy that had been down on the ground longer before. Murphy was laying down with his face covered, but Bellamy had been on guard and hanged around John Murphy well enough to know he wasn’t a 100% asleep and listening, and he was damn sure the kid wouldn’t take that well. As his words set the room in silence, the older Blake eyes shoot up in his direction. By the time Murphy was up in his feet and approaching him, Bellamy was already moving closer, but not fast enough. Murphys hand closed around the ham of the boys shirt and he repeated his question. Bellamy pushed two of the kids friends that had stood up near them. “Murphy” His voice was low and deep. It was a call, trying to make the boy snap out of his rage even though he knew it wasn’t likely to happen. But Bellamy would rather wait for the ex-delinquent to let the other boy go before getting physical. To the boy in Murphys hand, Bellamy only shoot a look, a warning and a threat mixed but the message was very clear: apologize and shut up. “Let him go” Bellamy said “Its not worth it”

I’ve destroyed. I’ve murdered. I’ve burned. I am the monster they warn about.

[olderblake-blog]

The wars behind the blue of your eyes (closed starter with @traitorjohn)

Bellamy yawned , his arms crossed and his body rested against a wall in the room that had been settled as some sort of common room for pause between shifts on duty inside the mountain. It was late at night and him and the rest of his peple (whatever was their name now) were waisting some time before going to bed. Most of them didn’t want to sleep because of nightmares, but no one really talks about that out loud. Some just didn’t want to sleep. Bellamy just wanted to make sure no one would anything stupid and wreck their brand new home. He crossed eyes quickly with Murphy,who was a few steps from him. They hadn’t really talked ,almost never did outside theirs and Clarke office, almost never about something not goverment related. What was a shame cause he probably was the only one in that room with who Bellamy was closer to consider a friend. He felt another yawn coming when the kids sitting at the table in the middle of the room started a ridiculous game, listing people they wouldn’t have minded to have died. The older man narrowed his eyes,starring at them as they listed on.

[traitorjohn-blog]

CALL ME OUT OF THE ‘50s ( murphamy small town au w/ @olderblake )

          It was the strangest feeling – she was introducing them, John Murphy’s hands were deep in his pockets of his letterman jacket as his upperclassman “good influence” Gina Martin dragged him around the building he honestly didn’t understand what they’re doing in the LIBRARY – Murphy hated the library, being dyslexic made it hard enough in school. But it was the idea of an INSTITUTION specifically taunting him all the time. Was a little much, yawning a bit as they walked in he felt like a bit of a cliche, but when he realized that they weren’t here for STUDYING his attention peaked a little more. The girl was pulling him to duck behind some bookcase and pointed to ( someone he assumed was another senior ) sitting in the corner of the library, face buried in SOME BOOK but Murphy had to hand it to the girl she had good taste.

He’d never noticed this boy before. And Murphy ( despite being a JUNIOR )  – he knew most of the upperclassmen or… he THOUGHT he had. He took one glance at Gina and pushed out her of the library towards the school. Telling her to get to class and that he’d catch up but - he was far more interested in this kid over here. He hummed for a moment, thinking of how to proceed, before dropping himself in-front of the stranger with a small thud, crossing his legs as he hit the ground and letting his hands fall into his lap. Eyes watching the strange guy as he mused over the history book as if it were some sort of SCIENCE FICTION novel ( neither of which Murphy understood why people would read but at least he understood why the latter was interesting ). 

It was a small clearing of the throat that was required before Murphy was able to grab the strangers attention, a small wave of surprise as eyes older than he’d expect looked up at him. He was older than he let on at least his soul was ( or that was the way his MOTHER used to speak of people anyway – before she’d passed away ). The small town prince shifted in his seat a little, hand reaching out to offer a shake to the guy, “ You havin’ a good time readin’ that ? Or are you just late catchin’ up on some homework, didn’t know they taught… ” he paused, eyes scanning the title of the book…. Phill… ( what the fuck was that word ? ) oh… wait… if he just… ohhhh. “ … Filipino history in our senior world history class… guess I got a lot to catch up on before I get there. Name’s John. People call me Murph. And you are ? ”

[olderblake-blog]

Aurora Blake wasn’t the richest mom of town, she never really had expensive gifts to give or extra cash for emergencies and the small Blakes clan had never traveled to somewhere nice, heck they had never even left the small town where both of the kids had been born and raised. But she made the best cookies and gave the warmest hugs and did the best she could, which made her the best mom in the world for Bellamy.

The other residents of Arcadia weren’t quite fond of the woman though. Having two kids with different men whom both she was not married and the kids didn’t even know didn’t exactly gave her the best reputation. And it didn’t help on getting jobs. So Aurora took any job she could to sustain the two most precious things in the world for her: Bellamy and Octavia. But money was always short as they grew up and the first-born was only 10 years old when he realized that soon enough he would have to join his mother in labor to keep their house, bills and Octavias tummy in check. He was 14 when he started on his first job, packing groceries at the local supermarket, and had been working since then.

You see, Bellamy Blake loved books and history. Aurora would always tell him bedtime stories about Greek and roman gods and goddesses, their heroes and beasts and all their adventures. (It was a habit he then developed to do to Octavia). When he started learning more about history at school, he fell in love with it, always wanting more and more, more details and knowledge on revolutions and wars and the creation of the world and society itself how it was this day. He dreamed of leaving that little town and doing something that would put his name in one of those books. But the dream was soon forgotten as the older he got, longer the shifts he had to take to help his mother sustain the household.

He missed classes sometimes, went when he could. But history classes were still his favorite sort of candy and he would read as much as he could about it, inside or outside class. And this is what he was doing on a boring Wednesday on a break before his last class. A wonderfully written book about the Filipino history (he had never known his dad but his mother had told him once that this was his heritage, and since then it had been his biggest interest) was open in front of him when a boy popped up out of nothing. Bellamy looked up and ran his eyes through him quickly. Bright blue eyes that had a hint of cunningest in them, brown hair that even if it wasn’t perfectly combed it still was better styled than anything Bellamy could ever do, but what really called the upperclassman attentions was the Letterman jacked he wore. Slowly, he recognized the kid. Well, he didn’t know his name but he knew he was popular, asshole type of popular. And that he had money. Loads of them. What he couldn’t really understand was: why the fuck was a rich prep junior with a Letterman jacket talking to him. He offered a hand and Bellamy raised an eyebrow at him, still confused, before slowly shaking it. “I’m Bellamy Blake.” He presented himself and smiled a little before coughing it off his face “Um, no, they don’t... They don’t really teach that. I enjoy, um , learning more than what they give in the classroom” He explained before falling into an awkward silence “I’m sorry do you... Do you need anything?” the man asked

[millerkomskaikru]

(Closed w/ @olderblake)

They had spent a bit over a week down on Earth and it was definitely not all they thought it’d be those hours before they found out there was grounders who had survived the century while they had been up in space.

The grounders were even so close to their camp that they had killed Wells, who Miller had known since childhood, when Wells had been keeping watch. The people in the camp were uneasy about the whole situation, most of them bordering on panic, which Miller completely understood. But, someone still had to keep watch and Miller wasn’t one to bail just because it came with a risk.

Hence, since he would be on watch just a few hours from now and knew himself too well to trust that he’d get up if he went to sleep, he was staying up until his shift came. Miller had no problem staying up late, his main problem was to get up once he had fallen asleep, which — along with staying awake during class back on The Ark — had always been somewhat of a struggle for Miller.

It was already dark outside as he took a seat by the fire, looking to the older male who were already sitting there. “Mind if I join you?”, he asked, not actually caring. If Bellamy wanted to be alone, he could just go to bed.

[olderblake-blog]

Bellamy was sitting down, his gaze focused on the fire ahead of him. His mind was still wrapped around the idea of Wells being killed. They had lost another one and to the grounders. It still hadn’t really clicked for Bellamy that they were not alone in this planet, that some people had actually survived. And now their body count had gone up to five losses. He could go on and on all night, worrying about where he failed and how many of them would die by the hands of those same people until the end of the week. His mind was starting to set up a war against itself when a voice interrupted him. “Mind if I join you?” Bellamy looked up, meeting a pair of dark eyes. Nathan Miller.

Miller was one of the delinquents that had joined and followed him in a militia since day one, with Murphy, Atom and a few more people. Bellamy had never seen him up in the ark, being older and therefore not being in the same classes. They also weren’t from the same section of the ark. He knew his dad though, David. Bellamy had met him shortly on his brief training to be a guard. When the boy presented himself down here, the older man couldn’t help but wonder how David must have felt, being an officer himself, to have a son arrested for, if he had heard correct, stealing. He shook his head, allowing the boy to sit near him.

“How was the watch? Anything I should know?” Bellamy asked the boy the “duty” information before actually making an attempt to start conversation. They were friends, sure, but right now in their situation, safety came first and that was more important. He waited for Millers reply before asking the boy something silly that he had heard a few other kids discussing earlier “So...is earth any similar to what you had imagined?”

[olderblake-blog]

           It was rather amusing, to watch as the boy jumped up on the log in attempt to follow her, it wasn’t like she was expecting him to be NEARLY as graceful as she was but the ( LACK ) of logical movement was still the most hilarious thing to watch. He was putting his WEIGHT in all the wrong places, she pursed her lips, watching to make sure that he didn’t fall face first into the river and hit his head on one of the rocks. It was strange though, the way the sunlight seemed to glow around him… he’d been in such a ( BAD ) mood earlier, it was just so stunning that he was smiling, and jumping over the river ( well attempting to at least ). He jumped into the river, and Emori found herself flinching away a little so that she wouldn’t get wet at the splash of the heavy boots into the shallow water near the edges. Well that was DUMB. Somehow though she found herself laughing a little at his actions, and just smiling a bit as he seemed to walk more heavily than usual as he made his way over to her, she managed a small NOD and smile. Raising her head a little as she thought about his words with a small hum, pretending to care was more accurate. As if she was actually thinking about what to do next, as if she didn’t ( ALREADY ) know what to do. “ Where to huh ? Well we’re going to have to pass the statue ofWISDOM – and enter some treacherous tunnels. but we’re be there soon. ” she responded, a small smile hitting her. She was quick to keep walking, taking a step back to move towards the direction they were supposed to be walking in – motioned for him to follow, and then slipping her hand into his, as they started to walk. . She just hummed something from her childhood, at least until they got a little further down the road and arrived at the main tunnel entrance to where she needed to go.  She crossed her arms a little as she realized ( she could read what the entrance said now ). The lesson’s with BELLAMY had really paid off – though she wasn’t sure what asubway was. Either way it was interesting to be able to read it. She looked triumphantly at the tunnel before glancing up at him. “ Okay last quest. Into the tunnels we go and then we’ll arrive at the palace. ”

Bellamy rolled his eyes as he finally approached her on the river bank, getting greeted by a grounder showing him all her teeth in a wide grin. “Don’t make me wipe that smile off your face, Emori” The man jokingly threatened as he approached, stumping and stopping quickly to shake one of his feet a little, trying to get some little water that had come inside, out. The girl nodded and smiled at him before putting a little act to him, still on some acting to give this whole little adventure of theirs a bit more of magic. Bellamy appreciated every second. She hummed a little before giving him the information requested, explaining the way they would have to make in order to get to the destination she had planned for them. Every second made Bellamy more and more curious to see it, although part of him was convinced that the true adventure and beauty of this run away was the girl in his company. Emory started walking in the direction they were supposed to go, slipping her fingers between his on the way. He just nodded, smiled and followed her right after, his fingers laced with hers light enough to not seem like a big deal, but tight enough for their hands to escape each other in some way while they walked. Bellamy watched the woman walk in front of him, guiding him through the woods, humming a song he had never heard before. He wondered where had she learned it and what were the lyrics of it. If she sang often. The couple reached the tunnel entrance where the word subway was written on the top, although rusty and old, Bellamy could barely read it to be honest but he had a very vague memory of it being a way of transportation before the nuclear attack leading to the end of the earth as they knew it. Emory crossed her arms, starring at it like she saw something he couldn’t really see, and he waited by her side, apparently patient, but his lower lip was stuck between his teeth. She turned to him and Bellamy smiled “Well, finally” He said, looking the tunnel once more. It was dark and creepy and the last time he had been inside one, things hadn’t been the greatest exactly. But it wasn’t like he had any other choice and he had come all the way here to this. “Well, after you m’lady “ He said before lacing one hand with hers and the other motioning to darkness in front of them “Lead the way”

[olderblake-blog]

         Bellamy was always thinking of others it was a little ( annoying ) really. Forget what was best for their PEOPLE what was best for THEM was far more important. But Murphy didn’t think that way, Murphy’s first and only priority was HIMSELF and then maybe the people he cared about. But he didn’t quite care if others were dumb enough to get themselves killed.ONLY when it was that the death of those people would harm him that he cared. But Bellamy Blake was a strange person, he didn’t seem to care about life. Which was a ( STRANGE ) thing by itself. But what MURPHY found interesting, was that he could convince others to do the same. While Clarke Griffin was much more useful, much more intelligent, and much more cunning ? She didn’t have that affect, people KNEW she was ( better ) but they wouldn’t follow her to her grave. Which is why they needed BOTH. And the fact that Bellamy had agreed, was good enough for him. That’s all he’d wanted. But the question of ( WHAT WAS THE PLAN ) – was a little much because he wasn’t sure there was one ? Besides getting thereRIGHTS and LIBERTIES back. God save the people. “ Don’t got one, Clarke wants to do something fancy to convince the leadership, I say a full on rebellion is what we need – but we do agree on one thing, shit can’t STAY the way it is else we loose loosin’ our heads. And so we’re working on it… ” he paused a little, shifting his thoughts a bit, because if he was right then… “ You wanna come hang with us next time we discuss ? Shed a FRESH pair of eyes on the matter ? Might help really, we want to figure somthing out sooner than later, and something we can agree on. If the people aren’t unified there’s no point in fighting the crown. ”

Bellamy looked down and nodded slowly as Murphy explained they didn’t have a plan and couldn’t help but smirk a little as the boy ranted about his and Clarkes different opinions on how this idea should follow through, because really, those two were so different the idea of them sitting down to discuss plans when clearly both kids had different visions on the world and on how to proceed in these sorts of situation amused the guard in many ways. He looked at Murphy ad the boy started to speaking again after a short pause, and this time Bellamy had the courtesy to hide the smirk that felt like taking up his face, because John Murphy asking for his help in something, inviting him to give his opinion on a project of his was something Bellamy honestly thought he would die before witnessing again, unless the kid was about to die or something and needed a hand. The older man nodded “Um, yes, sure. Just let me know when you and Clarke are meeting up again and where and I’ll be there.” He agreed “You’re right. To take them down we have to stand together. Find as many people as we can that agrees with us, so many that they have no other option but to hear us. And if that doesn’t work...” He paused and shrugged “Well, let me know when you’re going to meet to talk about it”. Bellamy ran his hand through his hair. He knew this night was going to be long and probably intense but not like this. To fighting to the point they were screaming to each other, to having a rather emotional talk to sitting down and talking about random stuff to plotting taking down the government. Nothing was ever calm or slow when it came to Murphy. Bellamy had missed spending time with him, remembering the beginning of their first days on the earth. I mean, he wouldn’t have minded jumping the fight and emotional talk and awkward silences but still, it felt good to spend time with someone that a long time ago he considered a friend. “Sun will rise soon” He said looking up “We should go back to our post” the man said

[cerseilannister]

-inheritance [insp]