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[kadtherine]

I promise i’m not high, it’s just 4 in the morning and I’ve had a lot of coffee. 

[kadtherine]

my writing process [a glimpse at supermassive blackhole (not the cool kind)´s next chapter of you nerds are interested]

[wankadi]

Hey baby, congrats on your milestone! Very proud of you because you deserve all the love this fandom can give. What I love about myself I that I connect to people very well and know people’s boundaries without them having to state them. And the prompt is: Bellamy finds Clarke’s birthday present for himby accident beforehand, so when Clarke gives it to him, he tries to act surprised but she can just tell. (Sorry if this is too random feel free to ignore the prompt lol love you!)

I'm finally having it, Kat! Thank you love!!💕 wow I love this quality of yours (and bold of you to assume I will ignore your prompt!) I took it with a pinch of humor, hope you don't mind! (Also I threw it into the semi-canonverse, just to feel more natural with it, hope it's not bad too!!)) ps. Love you a lot!♥️ :

Bellamy kept it cool.

Because he totally didn't mess up while accidentally finding out about his birthday present Clarke had for him. One day before. From Madi. Not to mention it was his first official birthday in years, since no one besides Octavia really knew about the actual date till this year.

They had years to accommodate in their compound and actually get back to normal. And so, such facts as favorite sports, foods, hobbies and birthdays had to come up in conversations at some point. Especially when he, Clarke and Madi lived all together for a while now.

And so, he kept it cool.

Totally cool.

Sitting on a chair in their kitchen, he was tapping his leg anxiously while also playing with his hands. It was a matter of minutes till Clarke comes back from the medical and sees him through. Sees every false look on his face and knows. He still didn't want to screw up her surprise, but it wasn't like Madi tried to keep the secret to herself for more than an hour since Clarke told her. And it obviously wasn't like Bellamy could lie to anyone ever.

The doors have finally opened and Bellamy's hand froze in the middle or his hair as he was brushing them off his face. "Hey," he said a bit anxious.

Clarke smiled at him with her hair tied in a messy, short ponytail, tugged a piece of hair behind her ear and she carefully shut the door. He could already sense her excitement. "Hey," she answered, with a strange, melodic note in her voice.

Oh no.

"How was it today?" Bellamy asked, hoping she wouldn't mention his birthday at all, as if it wasn't even this day. But little did he knew.

She looked up at the ceiling, already aware. Slowly approaching the table, she put her bag on the other chair, placing herself on the one in front of him, on the opposite side of the table. Leaning down on her elbows, she rose her brow up. "You okay?"

He immediately stopped moving his leg, letting the silence fall on them heavily. "Fine," but when Clarke's expression hadn't changed at all, he added with a sigh, "a little stressed, maybe."

She chuckled, smile growing on her tired face. "Well, I have something that might help," Clarke said with this strange note again, and when she reached her bag while saying so, he knew. This would definitely do the opposite.

When it all would be over, he might go full-Sheidheda on Madi for putting him in this situation. No doubt, actually.

He took a deep breath as she took out a middle-sized piece of a light wood, carved in an exact shape of an ancient dagger he bragged about a lot. "Happy Birthday, Bellamy."

Trying not to look like someone who saw it less than twenty four hours ago, Bellamy slowly took it from her warm hands. Thinking of any reaction to that, he widened his eyes a little and turned it around. "It's amazing, Clarke, thank you."

Feeling he couldn't control either his eyes or smile appearing under his nose, he looked up at Clarke, who... was both confused with her brows narrowed and face cheered up more than he'd seen in a while. "Who told you?"

And he surely couldn't help a sudden burst of a laugher that escaped his mouth. He covered his eyes, rubbing it, yet still shaking from joy and relief at the same time.

"I'm serious!" Clarke yelled, contradicting to her not so hidden laugher. She punched his shoulder to get him talking.

But he only looked back at her, with a wild smile exposing his teeth, and she already knew the answer. Her eyes were still laughing when she opened her mouth in realization. "She didn't."

"She sure did," he repied, trying to exhale the laughter with a long sigh, "but I like it either way, Clarke, no worries."

With an unsure expression, she pressed her fingers to her temples, raising brows. "Really?"

Bellamy placed his hand on her forearm. "Really."

They shared a long, peaceful look in the eyes, feeling grateful for one another. Clarke regained the excitement and Bellamy got rid of the stress keeping tight to him all this morning. It was finally cool.

At least it was until Madi entered loudly, but froze, seeing both of them sitting in the kitchen, both focused on her.

Bellamy couldn't help but glance at Clarke's furious face. Her eyes were throwing lasers, and so Madi, previously standing still, disappeared once again with a speed of light before Clarke could say a word.

"Hod op, Natblida!" without a look back, she took his brand new dagger and chaised after Madi with a mother-speed.

And Bellamy, laying back in his chair and still giggling at these two women, thought he couldn't have had a better birthday than it already was.

[wankadi]

4 and 15 for the writing ask game!

4. what are some of examples of storytelling that inspires you outside of books?

Definitely things on screen. I adore some sci-fi movies and the effect they are bringing. There is so much untold that it gives me motivation to actually DESCRIBE it. The faces, fists, anger, power, light blast, dystopias, aura that hangs in the air. Those things I see and I want to explore them deeper and deeper to the point where the reader can f e e l like being there. To f e e l the magic of it. Or reality of it.

And of course any kind of art like graphics, colours, aestethic sense in some works, things that are pleasant to eye that I want to be channeled into mind and heart. Sometimes it takes a single colour to give me a strike of idea.

15. in an ideal world where you're already super successful and published, would you want to see a tv or movie adaptation of your work? why or why not?

Absolutely. There are so many scenes that I have in my head, cinematic-like, that can't be just written. I mean, they can, but I desire that one they it blows off on the screen and hits the audience. To bring things that can't be brought by a book.

Also I know that these days people tend to watch more than to read, so in that way I would deliver my message to bigger group of people. I think i have a sense of eye-pleasing stuff? I love the art of framing scenes, developing emotions and I also love the art of the movement. I used to dance and I just know that this can't be wholly described.

And I want to bring SO MUCH MUSIC that fits the plot and can't really be in the book! I have so much power while seeing scenes in my head and listening to some dope beats at the same time. I adore music and I've always wanted Imagine Dragons - Warriors to be in my movie one day.

(Thank you so so much for the ask hun!! And I'm afraid I wrote too much 🙈🙈)

[kadtherine]

writing and trying to name chapters while sleep deprived.