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Indie RP and Ask blog for The CW’s and Kass Morgan’s The 100′s Bellamy Blake. Book and Show canon are present here. I pull from both for my version of Bellamy Blake. I am semi-private and semi-selective. 18+. NSFW themes may be present ranging from all types of things. If you’ve got a lot of triggers, this blog is definitely not for you. Multi-Para and Novella. Please read Rules before interaction.
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Troubled times, caught between confusion and pain pain, pain Distant eyes, promises we made were in vain, vain, vain.
————————————— As told by Beth. promo credit: x
Troubled times, caught between confusion and pain pain, pain Distant eyes, promises we made were in vain, vain, vain.
————————————— As told by Beth. promo credit: x
The King of my own fears, I never leave the throne And I’ve been searching for a place inside my soul Where all my demons can’t find me when I go. “Pull it together.” they say, so I keep hoping for better days.
I don’t do these often anymore but like, color that heart red if you wish for a random starter! Length and verse may vary and I may hit you up in IMs to plot a little before hand. That being said, if you have an idea in mind, feel free to IM me! I’m always open for new things! but yeah, color that heart red for a starter!
The King of my own fears, I never leave the throne And I’ve been searching for a place inside my soul Where all my demons can’t find me when I go. “Pull it together.” they say, so I keep hoping for better days.
I don’t do these often anymore but like, color that heart red if you wish for a random starter! Length and verse may vary and I may hit you up in IMs to plot a little before hand. That being said, if you have an idea in mind, feel free to IM me! I’m always open for new things! but yeah, color that heart red for a starter!
I don’t do these often anymore but like, color that heart red if you wish for a random starter! Length and verse may vary and I may hit you up in IMs to plot a little before hand. That being said, if you have an idea in mind, feel free to IM me! I’m always open for new things! but yeah, color that heart red for a starter!
I don’t do these often anymore but like, color that heart red if you wish for a random starter! Length and verse may vary and I may hit you up in IMs to plot a little before hand. That being said, if you have an idea in mind, feel free to IM me! I’m always open for new things! but yeah, color that heart red for a starter!
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@aigonakru asked: ❝ could you just…talk to me? it doesn’t have to be anything important. i just like listening to your voice. it calms me. ❞ ( from bb! Octavia? When she’s still under the floor? )
How long had passed? How much longer did they still have to go? There was going to be a check and Aurora didn't want to rush trying to hide Octavia before the guards got here. The more times they stalled, the more times their mother said they'd get randomly checked. Stalling was suspicious and Bellamy hadn't made it to the guards yet, which meant that they didn't have anyone to trust enough to know the schedule yet. So instead, Octavia had been ushered the floor, into her hiding spot. He wonders how safe she thought it was? Did it give her comfort? Did she get used to it? So many questions that he'd never actually ask her. All he wanted was her to be okay. To keep their family whole. To keep Octavia safe.
"Yeah, of course, O." He speaks, moving to lay down upon the floor. He stretches out his left arm, using it to rest his head upon as his gaze watches their mother move about their small living space. She's been cleaning since Octavia went under. She wants to make sure their home is clean and ready for inspection even though it's hardly ever dirty. "What would you like to talk about? I don't have any new books to read you yet. I'll get some tomorrow, though. I promise." As an older brother, Bellamy knew that it was duty to keep his promises to her. Breaking them would break her heart and he wanted to avoid doing that at all costs. "I could tell you about the Ark if you'd like?"
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headstrongblake:
octavia can’t stifle the chuckle that comes forward, hues rolling before her elbow knocks against her brother’s. “ yeah, you’re a total badass bell. ” though her tone is teasing, it’s not far from the truth. she writes about all the trials and tribulation the world goes through. she actively puts herself in the middle of all the chaos but her brother? he walks into it to make a difference in a way she never could. he changes people’s lives on the worst day of their life. now that’s a kind of bravery she could only ever write about. he asks about hers, smirking as he does while her shoulders lift haphazardly, “ some more than others. ” though she doesn’t mention the uneasy feeling that accompanies her words. if they all did fade and all that remains are the images and memories she sees at night? how will anyone know that she’d been here? perhaps that’s why she’d chosen journalism beyond it being a ticket out into the world, octavia can’t stand the idea of not making her mark. at least with her articles, she’ll always be remembered.
“ do you know how long you’re going to be here? ” she asks, brow quirking at the question, wondering how long he’d already been stationed here. her assignments only just begun which means she’ll be in the city and outlying villages for the next few weeks at least. longer if she’s met with uncooperative sources. while she’s working she knows her focus is supposed to be on the task at hand but, it’s not often she ends up in the same place as bellamy. “ i’ve got to head towards the city centre for some photos in a bit, ” had to capture the chaos and smoke still billowing out from the buildings damaged by some radicals. “ we could meet up after if you’re able. ”
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He sits back. The small café they had chosen was quaint. Quiet. There wasn't many people walking by nor sitting near them. The café employees were constantly doing tasks that needed to be done and Bellamy raises his cup, taking a drink of the coffee, a taste he'll never be able to recreate back in states. At her question, he lets his gaze move back to her, lingering as it softens. How long was he going to be here for? Well, that depended. Normally, Bellamy was the type to get the information he needed, find his target, and get the fuck out, as fast as he could. He hated lingering in a place for too long. Hated being behind enemy lines and knowing that almost everyone wanted his head on a silver platter because of what he was.
"I can make it stretch." He answers her easily, taking another drink before placing the cup back down upon the small table. "I still have information I need to gather before I actually dive in." He doesn't give her the details and he knows that she understands. He wants to fill her in, to tell her the whole story because it was interesting and something that should've been told, but he can't. It's classified information and if it was leaked that she knew? She'd be targeted and he couldn't risk that. He couldn't risk losing her. Not again. Not anymore. "That sounds good. We could do dinner? I can buy some stuff and we can cook it together, like old times."
ontcri:
blood of the covenant ; is thicker than the water of the womb . words could never have been more true for the relationship that ontari shared with the skai born native octavia ; the woman was every much a warrior as those born under the sand and in the depths of the glowing forests. equally as formidable as the azgedian towers , and as clever as the woodland archers. she has the mental fortitude to understand that sacrifice was a necessary part of survival. and it was that mentality that had brought the two girls together ; ontari had been raised in azgeda. death was not something she was unfamiliar with , children died every winter from the drastic drop in temperature , favorite animals sacrified if deep winter ran too long. when the idea of eating their own had come up ; there was very little hesitation in the heda , almost all of it coming from the little voice in her head telling her to try to find any other solution before blindly agreeing to human sacrifice.
the little voice didn’t really ammount to much though , when the reality was — eat or die. and the covenant the girls had formed , in order to keep their people alive. was one not so eaisly broken. blodreina was her queen now , and octavia was her sister. who this man was to her in any former life. didn’t really matter anymore. not as far as ontari was concerned anyway. eyes flicker to moving fingers , she can see white forming around the base of them from the strength of the grip he has on the blade. his statment has her biting at words ; wishing very much that she were back with her people. he would no longer have a head if this were up to her ; one pass at her religion was one thing , but comparing their god to the demon that had taken over… “ ALIE and pramheda are nothing alike ; i would know. i was watching from the back of my mind , as she played me and everyone else like instruments. pramheda does nothing , she simply is legacy , watches and suggests — and provides historical insight on matters. ” the crack in her voice as she tries to push down memories ; a time she’d rather forget , she remembers — she remembers all of it , the initial compliance , and then the agony as she stopped being in control of her own flesh. she remembers how he adided in them using her as a bloodbag for their precious blonde leader. and how if it hadn’t been for their overmedicated doctor ; she would have very much died.
and roan ; too kind for azgeda. “ roan could have defeated a platoon of enemy warriors single handed. and any squad injured. that battle lost , was purposeful. a sacrifice ; not that you people would understand what that even is. what have you lost bellamy ? a few hundred ? i lost thousands - sacrifieced , because we decided to share to help keep your people , and others alive. so i worked with your sister to save the last of what i had. i’m sure my king would have been fine with my decisions. ” the skai born calling roan her brother doesn’t sit well with the young heda , despite the realities of their dynamic , they were not blood related. ontari would never be an azgedian princess , and it felt insulting to their memory to place her name on their family tree.
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Venom seeps in the back of his throat and he wants so desperately to lash out against her. To make her feel that anger that's running through his veins to the tips of his fingers. He wants her to feel the same hurt and betrayal that he's currently feeling at a false reality that he refused to believe. He wouldn't let his sister go that easily. Sure, he had a new family as of now, but Octavia would forever be a part of that. She was his sister, both in blood and in out of it and for years, he had sacrificed everything just to keep her safe. He wouldn't stop because some girl who believed in higher beings told him that they were no longer siblings, but simply people in each other's lives. Nothing could separate the bond that he shared with his sister. Nothing. And if something ever did, Bellamy would make sure the world burned at his hands, with everyone inside of it, before he accepted that she no longer saw him as family.
A breath, and he gazes at the other. Fire igniting his vision at her words and he wants to strangle her. To feel the breath leave her lungs. How dare she ask such a question. He had lost so many. Lost people who meant quite a lot to him. He would never get their faces out of his head. He will never forget the struggle and how hard he tried to save each of them, even putting his own self in danger. "You know, I tried to save him." He starts, gaze hooded by his lashes as he takes his gaze off of her to look at the blade. "I almost killed Echo just to save him because I believed in Roan." He looks up at her, through those same lashes and he's ready to pounce. To take her to the ground and slaughter her. To rip the chip out of the back of her head and watch as it killed her slowly, her black blood coating the floor beneath where they stood.
"Octavia Blake is my sister, not yours." He speaks clearly, annunciating each word as he does. He moves his arm, holding the blade out, the tip pointing just under her chin, at her throat. "You are nothing, Ontari. You have nothing. You were just a girl who Nia believed could rule. You aren't even related to them. I was doing you a curtsy, but you're nothing more than a nobody." He pauses, waiting for her to make a move, he'll hold his ground until she does. "If you want Octavia as your family, then you're going to have to kill me first and tell me, how would you Queen like to be told that her subject killed the brother that she hasn't seen in six years?"
“No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though. I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough.”
— Clementine von Radics (via quotemadness)
headstrongblake:
fear creeps into her bones and is only made manageable the closer she steps back towards her brother. he’s right. fighting at his side will always be the way they survive in this world. her movements are slow and calculated, unlike before as she lowers just a touch to mirror bellamy. knuckles turn white around the grip of her blade — this part, hasn’t gotten easier. they’ve always had to fight to survive in ways but the blood that stains most of her clothes now is a far cry from before. they’d never had to be killers before.
octavia comes to his side easily. he’s right that if the noise is coming from the main store that it’s likely they’re facing a hoard. her instincts screams to hide. run. make it away from this place as fast as possible before they get noticed but!! they need more supplies. they need this run to be successful because their bags are looking more than a little empty. running isn’t an option this time. “ what are we waiting for. ” she forces a tight smile on her lips, shoving her confidence in themselves to the forefront.
after a shaky breath, octavia slowly begins forward towards the noise. please be one, please be one, she repeats in her mind while eyes scan around the corner of the aisle, ensuring that the noise really is from the back and not right on top of them. by now it’s becoming second nature to follow bellamy’s movements precisely when they’re in the midst of danger — not something she could have said before this death wave where she’d actively tested her brother’s boundaries. the moan grows louder, more frequent but she can’t decipher whether it’s one or more. “ it’s coming from there.. ” she whispers, head nudging towards the door.
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If Bellamy could yell, he would've in that moment. To watch Octavia walk away from where they stood was almost enough to anger him but he'd grown so used to her rebellion that it's to be expected. Yet, it still bothers him. Still makes him want to reach out, grab her arm and pull her back to his side. Two were better than one but she was like him in more ways than he wanted to admit. Stubborn. Hard headed and ready to dive head first into whatever was standing in front of them to move it out of the way. He hated that he saw so much of himself in her but it made him wonder if their mother ever saw herself in either of them. If she had, would she have straightened up and been a better parent? It's a thought he can't afford to linger on for long.
"Damn it, O." He breaths, walking carefully after her, making sure he stays behind for the moment, allowing her to take lead, but he doesn't change his stance. He stays slouched over, making sure that he's shorter than anything else around them, expect, of course, his sister, because that'd be impossible to walk like this. His grip tightens upon the hatchet and he draws a breath when she stops, the moans and groans have gotten louder on his ears but he couldn't tell if it was a single zombie or more. How cruel fate was being in leaving this up to chance.
"Only one way to find out." He breaths, stepping around her and to the door. A hand reaches out, carefully pushing it open, throwing a glance and a nod to Octavia before looking inside, seeing the zombie simply shuffling in a small line forward, heading toward a wall. He holds up a finger, hand still around the hatchet to indicate it's just one zombie. Easy enough to take care of, as he lets the door slowly close silently before making his way back to his sister. "I'll let you do the honors, O."
