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Jagoda Blotko - BELLER 2025 collections

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Beller

[cowtale-utau]

Warped Cast post part 6. Last set!

Farmtale Sans/Dust & Grime Desperation

Acts rashly, and often without thought. Clings tightly to what little he can eke out for himself. The idea of losing anything more is unbearable to him, and that fear pushes him to be protective while also seeking out more to add to what is “his”. Driven by a need to have and experience to make up for what was lost.

Farmtale Papyrus/Rot & Blight Resentment.

Self victimizes regardless of the legitimacy or nuance of the situation. He always feels he deserved more, or better, and it’s everyone else’s fault that he didn’t get it. When there is no slight, he will perceive one anyway.

G!Sans/Beller & Caria Unstable

Erratically shifting between any number of traits, not all of which are defined. There is seemingly no pattern or predictability to the shifts. Sometimes expresses several traits at a time, causing mania or complete shut downs.

G!Papyrus/Ophon & Lycia Variable

Similar to his brother, his traits shift and change. However it is somewhat more predictable, certain stimuli known to trigger certain traits, and all traits are readily recognizable. While he can use this to his advantage, if others catch on, so can they.

Bermudatale Sans/Shoal & Key Passivity

He wants to do as little as possible at all times. Anything that requires work or effort is not worth doing or can be done by someone else. He doesn’t want involved, he doesn’t want to hear about. All he wants is to be left out of it, and will remove himself without ceremony.

Bermudatale Papyrus/Reef & Skerry Ardency.

While not inherently negative, he can be easily overwhelming. Whether he forgets or just ignores the needs and/or limits of others is up in the air. Regardless he pursues all things with vigor, and never leaves a task unfinished, no matter what.

[modelpluswarsaw]

Iwan Zalewski by Mirosław Sycz for BELLER Angle Collection

[nurgle-penguin]

“My little Poxalia... so grown... so strong... So infectious.” Adult Poxalia, all sorcery, summoning little pets and pests to play with her enemies.

[veysel-karane-blog]

“Hani Rabbin Ademoğullarından; onların bellerinden zürriyetlerini almış ve onları kendilerine şahit tutarak “Ben sizin Rabbiniz değil miyim?” demişti. Onlar da “Evet, şahit olduk” demişlerdi. İşte bu kıyamet günü “Bizim bundan haberimiz yoktu” dememeniz içindir.” 

(Araf; 7/172).

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3.14, photography by beller for HUF Magazinehttp://hufmagazine.com/3-14-photography-by-beller-for-huf-magazine/

[raavenreyes]

gold and blue

Bellamy / Miller drabble.

1,075 words.

Content: Rated R – language, implied smut, mentions of underage drinking. / fluff, some angst. / MILLAMY.

Bellamy Blake was sure of three things: beauty, coldness and warmth.

He knew when things were beautiful, he knew when things were cold, and he knew when things were warm.

It may sound simple, but for someone who spent their entire life orbiting around a dead planet in a space station, it meant heaps more. He could always use those three concepts to judge a situation and deem it real or not real.

When he first met Nathan Miller, he found beauty. Miller glowed gold in bright light, blue in low light. He reflected the sun, the stars, and the moon in his eyes, skin and smile. Bellamy would find himself urging Miller to talk about something he really loved, like old world football or the concept of orbit just so he could watch Miller talk. He talked with his hands, fingers moving in intricate patterns to explain his words and Bellamy would sit there and smile, and be. Just be. The ark station would attempt to regulate physical and mental normality by producing artificial seasons—nothing ever too uncomfortable—but Bellamy’s favorite segment was winter. The metal walls would feel exceptionally cold, and it was the best feeling to bury himself under a mountain of blankets and sleep. When he reached the ground, his first thought about the area was that maybe he’d be able to finally experience a real winter.

“Two fucking weeks, Blake.” He turned back towards the drop ship, finding Nathan Miller at the edge of the entrance, feet hesitant to reach the ground. “Two fucking weeks.”

“Excuse me?”

He strode towards him with confidence, hands shoved in the pockets of his coat and beanie pulled low over his forehead. “In two weeks I had my review. I mean, I was pretty sure I was gonna be released but there’s still that low hanging thought of what if.” He shrugged. “Consider this an indirect thank you because my bones might have been rottin’ in the black in two weeks.”

“I had nothing to do with this.” Bellamy objected, hands on his hips.

“Yeah, alright pretty-boy. Your chest armor is on backwards.”

Miller didn’t speak to him again for two weeks, and then he came into Bellamy’s tent unannounced with a sad pile of dried meat and rationed oatmeal.

“Hey, shit, whoa—”

“Miller get the fuck out!”

“Beat it, Angelica.” Miller told the girl, who was busy scrambling for a piece of fabric to cover herself. Much to Bellamy’s surprise, she listened and high-tailed it out of his tent. “Alright.” Miller retrieved a lighter and sparked a piece of dried grass in the middle. “You gonna sing me happy birthday, Blake?”

“How do you know me?”

“You’re Bellamy Blake; Octavia talked a lot about you.” He answered. “Fine, don’t sing.”

They sat in silence, and Bellamy watched Miller eat his ‘cake’ hungrily. “What do you want with me?”

“Nothin’, I just think you’re interesting. You’re not a guard, you’re not a prisoner, so how did you get on board?”

“None of your business.”

“Well you’re awful jumpy, so I’m gonna assume you did some badass shit. I respect it.”

“Is there a reason why you interrupted me, something on fire? Something wrong?”

“No,”

“Then get the hell out of my tent, Miller.” Bellamy stood up and retrieved a pair of pants and a shirt, tugging them onto his body which had been steadily growing in size despite the rationing. He was getting more physical activity as of late, and his once weak body was welcoming the change.

“Did you leave someone up there?” The question sparked something in Bellamy’s heart. He kept his back to the other male, letting out a deep sigh.

“No.” The single word said multitudes. “Octavia’s all I have.” That gave Miller the answer he was looking for.

Nathan tugged off his beanie, sighing at the sensation of the cool night air against the sweat that had built on his scalp. “I left my Dad, and uh, my boyfriend. Bryan.” Finally, Bellamy turned around. “I don’t think I’m ever gonna see him again.”

Bellamy ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “You guys serious?”

“Depends on your definition. He’s all I’ve ever known. That might make it more serious than it is.” Bellamy nodded. “I might not see him again, but I see you. Every day. Morning. Noon. Night. Endless cycle of Bellamy Blake.” He cleared his throat. “It’s like every time I look up, there you are.” A heavy silence fell between them. “I always kinda thought you were a mosquito buzzing around my head because you’re kind of a dick but…uh, I see the way you protect Octavia and…” He looked away from Bellamy, pretending not to notice that the taller man had made his way towards him. “I feel like you’re maybe—like a moon, caught in my orbit or an asteroid and I’m just waitin’…waitin’ for you t’a…just, collide.”

Emotion swelled in his chest and Bellamy kneeled in front of him, staring into his eyes despite the fact that Miller was staring off to the side. “Miller…”

“You—You came down here so you wouldn’t be alone, so you wouldn’t—so Octavia wouldn’t be alone and I left…I’m alone. I left Bryan, I left my Dad. My mom died when I was little…I left them alone and now I’m alone.” Again, he cleared his throat, probably an attempt to keep tears at bay.

“Miller, you’re not alone.”

Finally, those deep brown eyes, reflecting earth damp with dew, glinting in the silver light of morning, made their way towards Bellamy’s—and they reminded Nathan of the way he took his coffee. Deep and dark with a dash of cream. “You think so Blake, you smart?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m smart.” He gave a half-cocked smile that made Miller laugh just as tears broke over his waterline.  “I think you’ll see Bryan again.”

“Yeah…me too.” He sighed. “Until then, uh…can I see you?”

“I thought I was a dick,”

“I mean, yeah, you are. But you’re also kinda hot, so I guess I’ll deal with it.” Miller shrugged and Bellamy leaned forward, winding his hand against the chest of Miller’s shirt and pressing his lips to his. He tasted like the cheap moonshine that Jasper had somehow concocted and everyone was gorging themselves on. Miller broke the kiss, forehead resting against Bellamy’s. “Thanks, dick head.”

“You’re welcome, asshat.”