#wretchedatlas

[cagefounda]

*    RE   :   @wretchedatlas    //    BELLAMY.

THREE YEARS.   it took three long  /  agonizing years for bellamy to stop looking at her like she might snap and kill them all.   it took three years of grand gestures of good faith,  of sacrifices,   of arguments and all night explanations.   three years of trying so hard to make him understand how her loyalty to her clan had become marred by her debt to him,  and how she’d tried,  all along,  to do what was best for her people,  same as him.   three long years of a path that,  eventually,   led here. 

here,  with his arm pinned behind his back and her upturned lips brushing against the shell of his ear.   she murmurs,   voice soft and low and with the very hint of amusement:      ‘   wrong move,  bellamy.   you’re making it too easy.    ’ 

letting his arm fall,  echo steps back and away.   she’s quick to fall back into position,   her challenging / amused gaze locking with his.   ‘   try again.    ’ 

[tetheredatlasarchive]

[  text  message  :   bellamy  ] :   you know what I was thinking the other day                 /  @wretchedatlas

[southsidelover]

@wretchedatlas​​ hit the heart for a pre-season 3 starter

The summer was meant to be fun. Swimming in the river, the endless grind of summer jobs. The fact that they all looked tired and spent too many hours out late, and always slept in, and simply were a mess... The good times that were meant to roll, though Toni, in earnest, had missed almost all of it. Taken her bike and gone out west, because fuck it, why not? The Southside was a mess, and while she could have stayed and done nothing but bleed out for her town, even she needed a break. And maybe that was selfish, but why hold that against her, when she’d been the one holding down the fort for years already?

                 Why not just one summer to herself?

So when it was time to remember her city, back home with her bag now emptied out into the trailer she shared with the boys, and her bike out front. Eyes left to trace familiar grounds and known faces. Even his. Bellamy Blake, the boy that she hadn’t quite wanted to admit that she had missed on her sojourn on her own, nudging him as she walked by, almost unnoticeable at first, save the shock of pink that she expressed, that grin on her face saying gotcha. After all, not many knew of her return just yet, knowing he didn’t, at least, that smile on her face spreading out a little wider.

“Wow look at you, Blake! Looks like the summer treated you well!” that teasing grin as she leaned back over the hood of his car, hopping up, like it was nothing. Because she was like that, opening up doors into peoples lives as if they’d invited her, her and that smirk on her lips, as if daring him to take action. “I feel like you have stories to tell...” camera held up, to hold him in photo, flash, focus, record. “Yup, definitely. There’s the look of a man who’s seen some shit.”

[nctweak]

        “  BELLAMY  ━   LOOK AT  me. you aren’t  atlas  or icarus or whatever other greek  super  being you always tell us about. you don’t  need  to carry the world on your shoulders all the time. not  by yourself . alright  ?  ”

@wretchedatlas booped the heart

[ontcri]

                   independent private and selective bellamy blake. penned by morgan.

[survivormoves]

🛌

🛌Crawl under the covers with my muse

      At first it had startled both Emori and Murphy, when Bellamy had given them late night visits. But gradually on they had started becoming more frequent, more welcomed too. They all struggled with things. They all needed a hand, or a shoulder at times. More often then not, they were the two that shied away from it ( though Murphy had noticed Emori growing more accustomed to it, whereas he still was pretty much SHIT at it ). But BOTH of them knew one thing for sure.

         They cared for the Blake. So two years in, they had became more lenient to the nightly escapades. Now too, with covers shifting and a body coming between the sleeping couple ( granted neither of them were sleeping that deeply when it happened ), all that was given was a light grunt of the dark-haired male, brows knitting for a second before he turned his body a bit to peer at the familiar mop of curly hairs.

        “ Whossit..? “ came the sleepy mumble of Emori, causing Murphy to give a light hum before lazily wrapping an arm around the older male, his hand coming to rest on Emori’s side, faintly brushing fingertips over it. “ Bell. “ was the simple mumble, stormy blues closing once more as he made himself comfortable with the new addition to the bed.

          A hand slipped around Bellamy’s waist, gentle in a sense. “ D’you wanna speak ‘bout it...? “ mumbled the girl aside him, a soft breath being released. “ Or would just sleepin’ with us here with you be good too? “ ended Murphy in a light mutter, trying not to fall back into that sleep he had been roused from.

[algaenotwar-moved]

uh i wanna gush about that one blog algaenotwar because they're wonderful and overall amazing and their passion for monty green is just such a joy to see on the dash

uh that’s Illegal™ you are banned from positivity

no but seriously this is the sweetest , YOU are a joy to see on my dash and your bellamy is a fucking GIFT to this rpc. 

[100positivityproject]

@wretchedatlas

Wretchedatlas is such a great Bellamy. Morgan really captures his character in every thread, even down to like little mannerisms that just really make it that much more believable. You can really hear Bellamy’s voice in everything Morgan writes.