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PSA.
So this blog is an entire mess and a half and I’ve honestly felt pretty overwhelmed looking at it. I have never moved Bellamy to a new blog before and it’s been what, eight years now? on this blog, his OG. I will be keeping this one still up for a lot of different reasons, BUT If you wish to continue to thread with me or whatever, you can now find Bellamy OVER HERE.
PSA.
So this blog is an entire mess and a half and I’ve honestly felt pretty overwhelmed looking at it. I have never moved Bellamy to a new blog before and it’s been what, eight years now? on this blog, his OG. I will be keeping this one still up for a lot of different reasons, BUT If you wish to continue to thread with me or whatever, you can now find Bellamy OVER HERE.
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💍 - a starter where our muses are enemies forced to marry.
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🤕 - a starter where my muse is patching up your muse’s injuries. ( add + reverse for your muse to be patching up my muse’s injuries. )
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🥊 - a starter where my muse pins yours whilst sparring. ( add + reverse for your muse to pin mine )
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💋 - a starter where our muses have to kiss to maintain their cover.
🧑🤝🧑 - a starter where our muses are fake dating.
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Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters
“What are you doing out this late?”
“This part of town isn’t a good place to be at this time of night.”
“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?”
“You do realize what time it is, right?”
“Where are you going at this hour?”
“The sun isn’t rising anytime soon, you know.”
“Do you know where I am?”
“The city looks different at night.”
“This street is very dark…”
“Why don’t you come stand in the light?”
“Are you lost?”
“I got turned around in the dark…”
“This isn’t the time to go wandering around.”
“Only fools and trouble come out to these parts at this hour.”
“Looking for trouble, are we?”
“A little late to be shopping.”
“Just coming back from the bar?”
“Think any of the pubs are still going to be open?”
“Trouble lurks around every shadowed corner.”
“Woah! I didn’t see you there!”
“Where did you come from?”
“What are you doing here?”
“A bold move to show your face here in the shadows of night.”
“Go home.”
“It isn’t safe here at this time of night.”
“You’re being watched.”
“What are you doing still up?”
“Looking for something?”
“I like walking when the streets are empty.”
“It’s dangerous to walk at night alone.”
“I know where I’m going.”
“The trees are kind of spooky…”
“Did you hear that howl?”
“Was…was that an owl…?”
“This path is scary at night…”
“The woods is no place a __ after dusk.”
“Oh you poor soul, wandering lost in the forest under the new moon…”
“You can’t see the stars from here…”
“This is the witching hour.”
“Dark beasts lurk here. Be cautious.”
“Stay on the road!”
“Talking a midnight stroll along the beach?”
“The ocean is so mysterious at night…”
“What brings you to the pier at this hour?”
“What dangers lurk in these dark waters, I wonder.”
“You’re going to get yourself lost one of these days.”
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Had this been what the others would call hell? Another world, another time. Another era. He had read about the old west in history books and fantasy novels. The books he'd read his sister late at night when she couldn't sleep and all she wanted was her big brother at her side when their mother was off doing whatever it was that kept her away late at night and well into the days. The old west. He had dreamed about it once. Even played one of those dumb little games with Octavia as cowboys when she was little and he was still in his youth. Something to pass the time and keep her entertained, not only that, but it taught her so much that years later, she had got a horse with her boyfriend, Lincoln. Helios. Another thing that she got from him. Another thing he had taught her when she was young. She'd love this place and it's form of travel and he couldn't help but think of the way she would look like a Princess in one of the carriages along the road, but would she be proud of him and his choices? Would she be worried about where he had disappeared off to? Why he hadn't come home or given her a signal that he was swept away onto a mission and he had to go dark? If there's one thing he's kept hidden away with his modern style clothing at the camp had been his cell phone. It had stopped working long ago, but it held memories. It held photos of him and Octavia. Of Jasper and Monty. Of Lincoln. It also held text messages and her last one had been asking about Felix and if he wasn't to be some place Bellamy was heading before being whisked away to a world he only understood in books. A text that made him laugh and roll his eyes. A text that he knew was her being nosy now that Lincoln was gone.
Their supplies were running low. It had been a few days between hunting and running moonshine to the buyers that Felix had mustered up. He'd have to give the guy credit, after tasting the product it was pretty damn good. Nothing near Monty's homebrew, but for the era, he'd imagined this was a damn good replica of it. His mind drifts then, to his best friend and how he was getting along without him there. Would he be proud of him too? No more wars to fight in. No more battles to be won. Just survival and keeping the others alive in this place of western mentality. He draws a breath at the thought, knees up to his chest, his head tilted down low, trying to keep the cowboy hat he had obtained to keep up appearances of the times. "If we keep our heads down and don't snap a twig, we may be able to pull this off." He smirks a little over to the blond. Their little hunting expedition had lead into dangerous territories. A place that Bellamy hadn't quite been expecting but now that they were this deep in, they had no choice. Death was going to happen one way or the other and he'd much rather this gang be the ones to die than Felix losing his life in front of him. "We're gonna have to split up. You take the guy on the right, I'll go for the left. Knives only." He pauses, hazelnut gaze staying steady on the other whilst his ears trained to the noises happening around them. A breath passing her lips just then. "We'll meet up back here after they're dead. Then we'll move on to the next." Another pause and he chuckles a low sound. "If we survive this, ask me about Octavia's last text to me."
“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)
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@portectorisms asked: “How do I look?”
Turning after she’d heard the question, Shiloh settled her attention on Bellamy, her gaze scanning his figure up and down. It prompted a grin to form on her lips and a soft chuckle to escape them. “Ridiculous,” she told him honestly. “Fucking ridiculous.” She guessed that he would be able to say the exact same thing about her shortly though. It wasn’t long ago that they’d discovered that covering themselves in paint invoked a reaction from the cannibals that were native to the forest, who seemed to view them as some sort of deity when their skin was doused in red.
Dipping her hand into the paint can, the brunette then smeared the red pigment across her own face, unable to wipe the grin from it as she did so. “Well?” She asked, smearing another streak across her cheek, this time in the opposite direction. “How’s it turning out? If you tell me I look like anything less than a goddess, I won’t believe you,” she added, a glob of paint dripping off of the tip of her nose.
While Jake was giving Felix a lesson on how to use the bow, Shiloh had planned on going hunting with Bellamy, and they’d decided to test out the paint method once again while they were out. It had only worked for them once before, when Felix had accidentally doused himself in a can of it and somehow convinced a tribe that he was a god. If it wasn’t for the fact that he’d blown up the shrine that they’d built for themselves in the middle of the camp, they might have gotten away with it too.
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The smirk on Bellamy's worn lips had only grown the moment his hazelnut gaze had seen Shiloh glob the red paint upon her features and he can't help the laughter that rings out in a rough but slightly musical sound between his lips. If she had looked nearly as ridiculous in that paint, then he understands why her reaction to him was that way. Red definitely was neither of their color but if this trick worked, they'd be making their lives a whole lot easier than they probably realized. Hunting, no, living, here was becoming a stressful act by stepping away from their safe haven. These cannibals knew they were intruders and they weren't going to stop until the others were dead. Bellamy was used to it, something that happened a lot in acts of war and on the battlefield. Fight or flight and when someone invaded their home, it wasn't taken lightly. After all, if he had placed himself in their shoes, he'd have reacted the same way. He'd want the intruders dead. Their blood upon his hands, but instead, this is just another fight. Another battle that's meant to be won on one side or the other. Another invasion because someone got lost someplace they weren't meant to be. He mentally shakes himself from those thoughts, another bout of laughter escaping him at her words. "Yeah, you've got that Aphrodite look going for you there, Shiloh. Really makes a person fall for the Goddess." Bellamy's tone is full of joking hints, unable to keep a straight face or the laughter from his lips. "Seriously though, I'm glad we don't have mirrors out here. God knows I'd want to take it off the instant I saw it."
Feet carry him closer to the woman before him and he raises a hand, gently catching the paint that's dripping off her nose, his lips keeping the smirk upon them as he uses the paint to trail it easily down her left arm. "We gotta cover these too." He laughs, the sound a lighter tone. A more softer sound as there wasn't nearly as much space between them in this moment. He wondered what his sister would say. What Lincoln would've said. Lincoln who had gone through battles with him, putting paint across his features to fit where they had been. Bellamy hadn't quite understood at the time, but he gets it now. Felix's fuck up had only showed them a way to go about living for a longer period of time. If this crazy idea had worked, they had to make time to find more red paint and to possibly ration it out. No idea on how long they'd be stranded, anything that aided in survival was worth rationing for them to live. "Ready to go get face the forest now?" A pause, his smirk softening as his gaze rests upon her lightly, gently. "I want to see you take down one of those large boars."
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‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ IN NO UNIVERSE WOULD JAKE ever consider joining the military ; it’s that kind of lifestyle reminiscent of his father’s style of teaching: you’re worthless, you’re not good enough, you won’t amount to anything, your life is expendable, die for other people’s desires – everything about it disgusted him but he kept those thoughts swallowed deeply inside, not wanting to start up a fight with the older man over something he believed in…not right now at least. Living a life where everything he did was controlled, looked down upon, and made to feel insignificant if he couldn’t accomplish these tasks broke him over the years. At first, he felt desperate to prove his father wrong, wanting every moment to be perfection in his eyes and be just like his perfect older brother ; it never came to fruition, never happened… Adam was leagues ahead of him, marking every single turn with a pristine flag while Jake’s always flailed helplessly in the distance, coated in dirt and tears… Every single waking minute had been devoted trying to prove he was just as accomplished. ❝ You should have done that… Being free and learning those lessons would have given you – ❞ Hand gestured to a bowl, one Jake had made just for holding red berries – twin berries – ❝ knowledge of what you shouldn’t eat, and – ❞ he moved it to the one possessing the blueberries – ❝ what you can… ❞ Maybe the military should have given him that expertise since they were sometimes left without rations from time-to-time, correct? He’d seen some movies where all communication was cut off and they were left on their own. When such happened, they were forced to rely on their wits and training, which didn’t correlate to food. If this were a game of life and death, Jake could have waited all three of them out by allowing them to eat the poisoned berries and merely awaiting their deaths on his own ; however, this was not the case… Now people actually relied upon him for assistance and…well, this made his existence feel more stressed than the last nine years had ever.
After the discovery made he’d be stranded here with the others, he began to work on crafting weaponry he’d grown used to while living on his own. While he couldn’t bring his own on board the flight, recreating them with the provided plane axe, he’d easily produced them once more for help ; spears, bows, a little makeshift knife… A brand of nuanced familiarity granted him a chance to feel comfort, able to speak more freely to animals without judgment when alone – a sensation of gratitude when he wasn’t forced to hunt them. Bellamy’s offer wasn’t greeted with annoyance or a witty remark, instead merely a nod of affirmation that his idea wasn’t far fetched. ❝ We’ll need traps…for the cannibals… ❞ A necessity when it comes to their new living ; sure, they had a base they were planning to build on the water, but what about if the cannibals knew to swim? What about going to land for supplies? What about food and berries and armor? ❝ You’ve made traps before, right…? I’ve made…a few for animals, but I think I can make them more human-centric… ❞
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Life in the Military wasn't easy. Blood, sweat, and hell, even tears that weren't meant to be shed were a part of it. Feeling the pressure had been immeasurable to anything else. Knowing that country relied on you to keep it safe. That the world watched when their movements were made. Being part of a unit meant a person breathing down his neck. Meant others looked to him for their six's to be watched. For if a bullet left a gun, he'd have taken the right time measurements to cause his brotheren shelter from a sudden wound or worse, death. A lot came down upon his shoulders in his profession and that did not include the own pressure he places upon himself. Fear of losing his sister driven into him from such a young age. He'll never forget skipping classes, racing home, just to make sure Octavia was safe from one person that was meant to keep her protected. That she had food and something to drink, that she wasn't bored in the evenings when it was just them because Aurora had ventured out for the evening and wouldn't be home for two days straight. Bellamy grew up at nine. No childhood. No teenage years. He didn't have any of that to hold on to like his friends did. He didn't have those stories to tell about growing up around a fire or when the beer's passed out around a table or when the barracks were too quiet and they wanted something to fill the noise. His life was a secret and that secret pressed upon him more than he'd ever know how to explain in words or express in feeling. This place? It made him remember all of that. It made him think of his mother and he fears that her ghost will eventually appear, haunting him when he tries to close his eyes. Reminding him of the monster that would always look back at him in whatever reflective surface they could find. It's why he refused to look directly in the water even when filling a pot to boil to drink. Even when bathing.
Hazelnut hues shift from Jake back to the book and he's left reading once more. In truth, it's something he could lose himself in. Tone out the rest of the world like Felix's voice, Shiloh's idle breathing, Jake watching him easily. He used to do it a lot growing up. Focus only on what was in his hands while the rest of the planet just fell away to the darkness, hiding itself until the moment was ready to draw him back, but he can't do that here. This was a battlefield and he had to watch their six. He had to keep his gaze constantly on the horizon. Everything was a threat. Every movement could be an enemy, animal or human. He didn't know what to expect here at the height of it and he wasn't willing to let that surprise them in any way possible. "Traps? Not exactly. I know how to *avoid* them." He pauses, a small laugh leaving worn lips as he finally closes the book in his hand. "Maybe I could reverse that knowledge and use it to help make them." He replies easily, handing the book back to Jake instead of tossing it in return. "I might ask to read that in depth a little later, but for now, we have to focus on things to help finish the base and the weapons." A sigh leaves Bellamy just then, hand rising to run fingers through disheveled locks of hair. "What if we get Felix and Shiloh on collect sticks, twine and other things to help us? Then tomorrow, we can focus on the combat aspect of survival?"
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Hazelnut gaze watches the book rise from his fingers as if someone had just simply whisked it away with their own hands, rising high above his head, gaze never leaving it's solid form before it lands, open in the palm of them an before him. He'll admit, it was rather impressive considering he'd never seen such a trick in his entire life. No one harbored such skills upon the Ark and if they did, they surely kept it to themselves, which would have been silly, as that would have been a thing to let one of the so called criminals get away with the crimes they had been caught committing. Still, he let's a sigh leave instead of a laugh and he lets his gaze shift from the book, making note to return for it at al a later time, back to the man who now stood batless in front of him. The subject before was doctors. Hot ones at that and he thinks back to Abby and how she was so willing to risk the lives of so many others just for her daughter. For Kane. The taste became sour in his mouth at the thought. She had changed after the six years she had spent in the bunker with his sister, left eating the cubes of her friends and patients, along with those of the grounders that failed in the pit in Octavia's eyes. He felt a shiver of regret at the thought and a part of him wondered, would Abby have been on the side of those murdering others or would she have chosen the one he had? The side to fight to survive like he had done every single day since his birth? Would she have laid down her license like she seemed to have done ages ago on the Ark or would she have upheld the values of the promise she had made? "Depends on what's causing that thrilling tremor to pass through my body, *Doc*." Bellamy replies easily, fear still kept the hairs on the back of his neck rose but he's danced with the devil long enough to know how to play a game like this. A killer? He had looked one in the eyes plenty of times but Ji-Woon was different than the others. Like Frank. There had been humanity left inside of him. "Why don't figure out what's causing those tremors first then you can touch my body to find out my vitals." Lips curl at the corners, a smirk dancing upward there.
"Never." Bellamy replies seriously just then. Something in his gaze shifts from the flirtatious tone of the previous subject to something more...serious. Darker, but it's only there for a flash of a moment, nothing visible for someone who wasn't watching just his gaze and only his gaze. After all, Bellamy had mastered the art of not showing a certain side of him. He couldn't, for Octavia's sake growing up, he couldn't let others know he had a secret sibling hiding under the floorboard of his flat or in a closet near the kitchen part of their living space. He draws a breath at Ji-Woon's touch, letting it shutter a little half way though. A notion that allows the other to know he's interested in where this would be going to night. Always keep your options open, after all. Bellamy let's a small smirk dance over worn features just then. Frank was interesting to spend time with. Someone he could shoot the shit with, as he had once heard Joey say in passing, but Ji-Woon? Admittedly, Bellamy had never met someone quite like the eccentric man walking, no, stalking around him like he was. No one had ever done this dance before. A strange tango Bellamy was stuck racking his memories to know if he had seen it before or talked of such notions. The Grounders had different methods of warfare than what he had read about in books, but they still fell under a similar category, as did those in the Mountain and those on Sanctum, but this? He was left in awe. Left in wonder. "If you sing for me, then I'll do something in return for you. Consider it an exchange of gifts." Bellamy offers easily, keeping his spine straight and his gaze always shifting with the other as he moves to sit on the desk, eyebrow raising as legs spread slightly and the finger is rested to Bellamy's chin, causing him to raise it without realization. "It's genuine. No one on the Ark had the trade of a musician unless it was to play the instruments and even then, only the privileged..." A pause, the last word leaving his lips with a tone of venom caked to it's edges. "Got to watch those concerts. I used to steal recordings to play for my sister and before that, my mother used to hum a song for me."
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“i’m really glad we met.’
“do you think we would be friends if we hadn’t meet how we did?”
“want to spend the night at my place?”
“do you want to.. cut my hair for me?” (or) “would you let me.. cut your hair?”
“you have no idea how much you mean to me.”
“you might think we’re too old but there’s no age limit to building a blanket fort.”
“see.. you’re dying so much in this game because you need to dodge the bullets. not run into them. duh.”
“you know, you’re a smart ass. but that’s why I like you.”
“do you feel like going out and doing something tonight? i could use a distraction.”
“baking together is essential for every friendship, i think.”
“if i go on that scary looking roller coaster, would you consider coming on with me?”
“do you feel like painting my nails? it could be fun.” (or) “do you want me to paint your nails? it could be fun.”
“oh come on, taking photo booth pictures is so much fun!”
“is that my sweater you’re wearing?”
levyclimbing: If anyone felt hot today, it’s cause @wildpip_morley took his shirt off to work on the Fritz. Damn you, bob 🤦🏻😂
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It had been so long since Shiloh had made a genuine friend that she was actually surprised and truly dumbfounded when Bellamy had shown up on the rooftop to greet her, her chocolate brown eyes remaining wide as their gaze lingered on his form. In truth, she hadn’t even realized until now that that was what they might be; friends. She’d never thought that he would care enough about her to come all the way over here just to check on her after only knowing her for such a short amount of time, and yet there he was, standing in the dim glow of the street lights that shone from below. It was just further confirmation of his good character, she thought, and yet regardless of her opinion on his quality, she knew that she wasn’t good for him. Not for anybody. She was a train wreck of the most dangerous caliber, and the last thing she ever wanted to do was to drag down a good guy like Bellamy with her. What she’d done to Hunter was already bad enough.
As Bellamy gestured towards the city lights, Shiloh’s eyes followed, her gaze trailing through the maze of twinkling speckles that dusted the horizon. Truthfully, she hadn’t ever really noticed just how pretty they were, as when she came up here, she was usually too wrapped up in her own head to pay attention to anything like that.
Her attention shifted back onto Bellamy after he’d suggested a change in their plans. Shit. Their plans. It was then that she remembered that she’d told him last week that she would meet him at the beach. “Fuck.” She groaned, throwing her legs back over the ledge of the building and pushing herself back up onto her feet. “I’m really sorry for bailing on you. I totally forgot,” she admitted. She paused for only a moment.
“If you want to, we could still hang out. I haven’t eaten all day, actually, so dinner and a movie sounds good to me. Maybe your place instead of mine though?” Between the supernatural activity going on within her apartment walls and the lack of food in her refrigerator, her place just wasn’t a good fit for their new plans. As much as she knew that getting closer to him was a bad idea, she figured she owed him one after being such a flake.
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What was life than a serious of unanswered questions and constant surprises? He's unsure but Bellamy does know that with each step he takes forward, he gets answers to some old question he had when he was a child. He wonders if he'll get others the older he grows or the farther he goes but he's not concerned with it anymore. He's no longer some lost teenager bent on rebellion after the death of his mother because he refuses to let himself feel the guilt he holds inside of him. Though, as he does sit beside her, there's a soft smile upon worn lips. Most would say he's selfish and self-centered. All he truly cares for is the one person that shares a bloodline with him and for a long time, those words were true. He treated people like objects because it kept them at arms length. No one got close so no one put Octavia at risk. That was what he had to do to protect her when Aurora was alive but after her death, they were no longer forced to be in darkness. Bellamy was allowed people in the house. Allowed to let someone in but then fear came and he had to unlearn the things he built around himself. Shiloh was kind. He liked being around her for the most part and she certainly wasn't like the girls he brought back to his bed before leaving them in the mornings or right after the romp in the sheets. After all, he hadn't tried to get her to sleep with him, not yet, at least, but he'd be dumb if he ever said she wasn't pretty, because she was but she was also his friend and he wanted to keep that relationship. Bellamy Blake didn't have many friends. A handful he could count on two hands, if he was being generous that day to himself.
His hazelnut gaze shifts from the beauty at his side to the beauty of the lights that stretch out before them, hands coming to rest upon the rough cement on either side of his legs and he smiles just then. A warm one. One he never really shows to anyone but Octavia but in this moment, he feels open. There are no guarded walls in place. No act to keep someone at arm's length. No war to be fought or weapon to be cleaned or drawn. It was just them. Shiloh. Bellamy. And the city lights that glimmered bellow and around them. As if they were the only two people in the world that were living, breathing, as everyone else just simply...existed on a stage. "I've been lucky to see some pretty sights but this one is definitely a top contender in my book, you know? Thanks for letting me find your little hide out." He jokes a little, voice soft and gruff.
There's a jolt that rockets up his spine, hair standing on end at the bottom of his skull as he turns to watch her move in quick succession. He wants to reach out, to make sure she doesn't misstep and take a long fall to a short end, but he's actually surprised in the grace she moves with when she stands up. "Hey, don't worry about it." He speaks with a single shoulder shrug, turning his body around the ledge so he can stand with her. "The beach will always be there when we want to go back .Besides, my sister's got them all handled down there. She'll make up some dumb excuse for my absence that'll probably involve you." He pauses, worn lips shifting into a small, knowing smirk. "Hope you're excited about being an accomplice for whatever her crazy mind creates for us."
With her words, Bellamy's mind kicks into high gear. Did he have food for the both of them? When was the last time Octavia or himself had been to the store? But then, he remembers the pasta that's ready to be cooked and the chicken that could be grilled and he forms a plan that's unspoken and settled inside of his head. "You got yourself a deal. Though, I'm driving us there and I guess I should ask..." He pauses, walking over to her, the same smirk never drifting from his features. "Do you want to grab some drinks on the way there?" He walks towards the still propped open door as he looks back to her. "Also, don't mind the mess. I got back not long ago so I haven't had time to clean and Octavia apparently forget how to pick up her clothes."
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