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bnnyskirt · 3 months
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Hihi hello 😊 maybe a bellamy imagine where you’re out with him in the woods and then you get surprised by a thunderstorm and find shelter in one of the old bunkers. Then he lits up candles and sets blankets on the ground to get you warmed up when he then looks at you and gently kisses you. Things get heated then and after that he holds you and cuddles you but you want to make sure that this wasn’t a one time thing for him ? 😊😊😊
AM I THE GIRL YOU DREAM OF? ୨୧ BELLAMY BLAKE
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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆, bellamy blake x f!reader
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒, nsfw, cut off smut, cursing and other than that, all fluff !!
𝐀/𝐍, i hope this is good <3 i was excited to write this so i hope i did it well, the ending was a bit rushed :)
You never thought after being locked up and having only a few months until your 18th birthday that you’d be on the ground. On Earth. Although, if someone told you that you’d be on the ground walking through the woods with Bellamy Blake, you probably would’ve told them they’re crazy.
But it was true.
You were walking through the woods with the one and only. You guys were attempting to find food for the hundred. Somehow, you and Bellamy were put on this job.
The sky was grey and it was cold outside making you hug your jacket closer to your body. You wish you didn’t have to walk through these woods and got to stay in the drop-ship wrapped up in blankets right about now.
“You cold?”
“Mhm. How did you go from sunny to this?” You dryly chuckled, glancing at Bellamy a few times as you talked.
“I don’t know. Want my jacket?” He offered, starting to take it off but you stopped him by laying a hand on his shoulder. You shook your head, “No, it’s okay. You’ll be cold.”
Bellamy rolled his eyes playfully and took off his jacket anyway and laid it on your shoulders. You smiled thankfully to him before putting your arms through the sleeves. “Thanks.”
The two of you kept walking through the woods and even tried to search for some animal prints.
Once you had found ones that looked like deer prints, you both began to follow it but that’s when it suddenly started to rain hard.
“What the hell?!” You moved your or his jacket above your head despite your hair already being damped. You hear thunder above you and you feel an arm snake around your waist. You look and see Bellamy holding your waist and leading us over through the woods.
Not even asking where he was taking us, you just hoped it’d get us away from this storm.
You turned confused when he stopped walking in the middle of the woods, with no shelter in sight. “What are you—“ You began to ask before you saw Bellamy lean down and open a latch from the ground. “Get in.” “What is—“ “Get in, Y/N.”
You didn’t say anything else and went inside the bunker, going down the ladder.
As you reached solid ground, you shook the jacket from the raindrops and saw Bellamy start to come down the ladder after you. It was pitch dark down here and you couldn’t see a thing.
Bellamy brushed past you, turning on a flashlight to reach the lighter that laid on a table. You see him light a few candles which light up the bunker. “Oh wow.” You breathed out and looked around.
There was a little couch that was dressed neatly with two knit blankets and three pillows. There was a little table in the corner and a small kitchen that had cabinets full of cans of food. “How did you find this place?” You asked, looking over at Bellamy who lit the last candle.
“I found it with some of the guys. There are more bunkers that were here before the bombs.”
“Seems like no one ever made it down here.” You said as you reached down onto one of the counters and looked at your finger, full of dust.
“Wouldn’t have made it anyways.”
You sighed. He was right. The world was known to not be inhabitable for 100 years but the grounders changed our welcoming knowledge.
You see Bellamy grab the blankets from the couch and lay them on the ground. He sits down and sighs, then looks at you to come sit down. You gulp in sudden nervousness to be alone with him but despite it, you sit down next to him with your knees to your chest.
Bellamy looks beside him pulls out one of the blankets and lays it over both of your legs, keeping both of us warm with the limited blankets down here.
Since the jackets were soaked from the rain.
“We have to wait out the storm,” Bellamy said.
You hear loud thunder coming from outside, “How long do you think that’ll be?” You ask, a bit alarmed.
He shrugs, “I don’t know,” he looks at you, catching your eye, “Could be awhile.” he trails off.
At that moment, he realizes how close the two of you are right now. Your knees brushed against each other which sent shivers down your spine.
Your heartbeat started to race by the second you glanced down at his lips. Once you realized what you were doing, your gaze snapped back up to him see him looking at your own lips. Before you knew it, Bellamy cupped the side of your face and started to lean in when his eyes looked back up at you. You nodded slowly which gave him the green light to press his lips against yours.
To your surprise, you kissed back and the kiss was sweet and gentle.
Lips moving together in perfect sync. His hand moved from your face to your waist, gripping lightly at your skin.
The kisses grew heated as the kisses became more forced. Bellamy’s other hand moved to under your shirt making you let out a small moan. He laid you down against the blankets, breaking the kiss shortly, “You sure?” He whispered, searching in your eyes for any discomfort.
You nodded, “I’m sure.” You leaned up and kissed him but it turned into a peck because he pulled away. You look at him confused but he smirks. He takes off his shirt and leans down to kiss you again. You smile into it before kissing him back.
His hand intertwines with yours.
Time skip —
You’re laying on his bare chest and starting to drift off to sleep from the intimacy you shared and how Bellamy was trailing patterns on your arm. Both of your bare bodies were covered by the blanket and the only sounds surrounding the bunker were the sound of his heartbeat and the thunder that came from above ground.
Before you had fallen asleep in the warmth of him, you lifted your head up and looked up at Bellamy, “Hey, Bell?” He hums signaling you to continue, “I… I don’t really want this to be a one-time thing.”
The boy smiles; “I mean, we can do this all the time.” You laugh and playfully hit his chest. “No. I mean us.”
“I don’t want us to be a one-time thing. I like you, Bellamy Blake.”
His smile fell narrowly before it went back up. He reached up to stroke your hair and kissed your forehead, “Me either, Y/N L/N. I like you too.”
You grinned and couldn’t stop the blush that reddened your cheeks, “That makes me happy.”
You held the blanket close to your bare chest as you moved up his body to kiss him lovingly.
This was the start of something new.
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xenaisnumber1 · 7 months
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My sexuality is girls from primitive misunderstood societies falling for the enemy, confess their undying love and are willing to die for their girl.
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Dammit I forgot them.
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dedalvs · 5 months
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I've made a new conlang Grambank entry for Trigedasleng! Jessie Peterson created a Google Sheets spreadsheet that conlangers can copy and fill out in order to share their work. I did one previously on High Valyrian, and now the Trigedasleng one is finished.. This won't tell you everything about the language, but it'll tell you a LOT in a very small space. If you'd like to do something like this for your conlang, the blank one can be found here.
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notelcol · 3 months
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In which John Murphy steps out of his comfort zone.
Trigger warning : blood, reference to violence.
No one asked for this one but it’s here anyway and vaguely edited 😈
(It came out a little longer than intended, I got ever so slightly carried away…)
When Murphy came back from the grounder prison camp, despite him being the bully of all the delinquents, you couldn’t help but feel guilty. What did Bellamy expect after exiling his once second in command? We should have seen this coming. The grounders would have been fools not to take Murphy for all the information he had. Blood was smeared all over him. You couldn’t tell where it was originating he had that many wounds. The image of his torture made you shudder. Even his fingernails had been ripped from his fingers. You looked away. Forgetting all the times you had needed to confront him to protect others, you made a choice.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” You asked Clarke, the only person with medical experience.
“You can find someone to go with you to the path that leads to Mount Weather.” She said with a sigh. “The poison sumac there would be really helpful.” The tired blonde uttered her thanks, while you left to find Octavia. She would most certainly accompany you.
Murphy watched through one eye, since his other was tightly inflamed. He could not fathom why you would be willing to risk your life leaving camp, simply to acquire a calming herb to ease his plight. Especially because the last time you saw each other, you were fighting him to save a child. A child who murdered the chancellors son, and got him hung to within an inch of his own life. Murphy hated you for that, so why didn’t you? The child you were trying to save did die because of him after all. He was a black and white sort of man. One who never understood forgiveness. A person would come to blows once and that’s it, they are dead to him. He always stood by those very rules. Until you, who only fought him in the name of peace. Which is why risking yourself to help someone who truly needs it, came natural to you. Even if it meant giving a second chance to someone like Murphy.
Unfortunately none of the hundred felt the same way as you. After failing to find Octavia, you begun asking around camp for someone to go with you. When that also failed miserably, you decided to grab a gun and head out alone.
The expedition went as well as you could have hoped. You did not feel the many eyes of the forest on you for once. In fact, it was so calm outside of camp that it almost spooked you. You decided to grab extra of the plant while you were there, to save Clark and Fin a job. Finally, your bag was full and it was time to turn back. You realised that you were a little bit out of breath after a few steps. You must have been picking the flowers for longer than you thought.
The walk back to camp felt much more tiring, so your feet began to drag. You could feel the sweat dripping all over your body, particularly annoying you around your top lip. Huffing, you removed your coat and wiped away the sweat from your face with it. You moved to tie it around your waist, only to be hit by a wavering buzz. It sent your whole body spinning. You watched your coat drop to the floor and finally noticed the blood. All that blood, covering most of the garment. You were so dazed that you didn’t even notice you had fallen.
“Get. Up.” You growled to yourself. Sputtering thick crimson, you clawed at the mud. This must be biological warfare. Your symptoms too similar to Murphy’s to be a coincidence. This revelation only cemented your determination to get this poison sumac back to camp. If you had caught it, then others must have too. Your mind went round in loops while your arms refused to rest. Until you inevitably exhausted yourself and dropped your head to the forest floor.
Murphy was finally starting to feel better. The countless patients in the drop ship could not say the same. As he gave water to a quiet girl named Fox, the fabric around the drop ship door ruffled loudly. Miller came rushing in with you slumped in his arms, blood and dirt covered you to the point where you were almost unrecognisable. He watched as you were dropped into a hammock. A strange feeling, one he could not identify, filled his chest as your bag spilled open revealing the many poison sumac flowers you had brought back.
You awoke to the feeling of something cold and wet on your forehead. You groaned at the heaviness in your lungs, which only caused the blood to gurgle and spurt from your mouth. As you choked, your eyes shot open to be faced by Murphy. His eyes almost went as wide as your own as he quickly removed the cold cloth from your head and pushed you onto your side. Your breath shook in relief. Instantly oxygen came easier, and the blood drained away.
“Rest.” He spoke in a softer tone than you thought was even possible from Murphy. Of their own accord, your eyes fell closed once more. The blood was wiped from your face in a manner that felt more like caress, helping you drift away peacefully to your dreams.
For the first time in his life, Murphy had entered his personal grey area. Your undeserved kindness showed him the world through a lens other than his own rage and paranoia. He decided then and there that he would take care of you until you recovered. Allowing himself to believe it was getting even, when really it was something else entirely. It was simply another thing he had yet to understand.
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witchthewriter · 2 years
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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐱𝐚'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  
ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ  
🌿INTJ 🍁Gryffindor 📜Lawful Neutral 🔮Capricorn Sun, Scorpio Moon, Leo Rising   
 SFW🌿
⭑ You were in opposing clans - yours did not follow Lexa’s rule. Your family had thought their representative should have been Commander. 
⭑ You both met and fell in love in the forest. 
⭑ She had taken time out of her day to decompress in the leafy cover, while you spent most of your time out there. 
⭑ Like Aurora (Briar Rose) and Prince Philip in Sleeping Beauty - 
⭑ She watched as you spoke to the birds, making sure not to step on snails or bugs. No matter your exterior, your heart was and always will be, gentle.  
⭑ Your romance was slow - building and building with each interaction. 
⭑You weren’t 100% sure if the woman you had met in the forest was the Commander. She didn’t say she was - but there was something about her demeanor that you found familiar. 
⭑ You’re basically the princess of your clan, with your parents in charge. But you don’t hold onto a monarch’s reign, the people just see you as a princess. It’s your nickname. 
⭑ You’re definitely a chaotic good 
⭑ And Lexa wishes she could have freedom like yours 
⭑ So she watches you while you can make your own decisions, without the world on your shoulders 
⭑ It isn’t jealousy, because Lexa knows that people have difficulties no matter how privileged they are or appear to be. 
⭑ You just choose to follow your heart
⭑ After getting to know Lexa, you realise how truly amazing she really is
⭑ Lexa always puts you at ease. She’s grounding. Truthful. Honest. While also being passionate. (Big Earth and Fire signs). 
⭑ You both kept the relationship a secret - only meeting each other alone, in the forest. It became your sanctuary, a place where you could go and feel safe. 
⭑ Her proposal struck you with great surprise. 
⭑ Lexa is highly protective of you and will do her best to keep you out of dangerous situations. But even as an important figure in the community, you want to do your duty and fight for your people. 
⭑ Your parents were completely against the marriage, not because you were both women, but because they hated the infrastructure that Lexa represented
⭑ So you married anyway
⭑ But you didn’t know that Lexa had extended an olive branch and during your reception, all your family was there
⭑ This created a huge change in the future. And this was written in the history books. 
⭑ Lexa lets you put on her battle makeup and she does the same for you 
⭑ And when the 100 arrives, and the world you know now is shaken to its core - you and Lexa still held strong 
⭑ The grounders appear even more collected, as your clan is rather large
⭑ And you’re one of the people to sway Lexa into letting the 100 live 
⭑ Relationship Tropes:
  ✧ Enemies to Lovers
  ✧ Forbidden Love
  ✧ Marriage Creates Allies
NSFW🔞minors dni!
⭑ Lexa is surprisingly very gentle during sex. She doesn’t like to be dominant and prefers to be slow and sensual. 
⭑ Her fingers grip your thighs as she smells your sex. Leaving little bites on the sensitive and exposed area. 
⭑ Pulling her hair and kissing her fiercely 
⭑ Grinding on each other and whining until someone gives in and rips the others’ clothes off
⭑ She has amazing fingers and can do wonderous things with them
⭑ Lexa likes fucking you on the throne
⭑ But her favourite place is on the floor, with you on your back.
⭑ Sex isn’t too serious, and light-heartedness surrounds the both of you while you pleasure each other
⭑ Isn’t into risky sex, and likes the safety of her chambers 
⭑ Having baths together are a must, and it’s there when she truly worships your body 
⭑ She likes humming while cleaning your body and nipping at your tender nipples 
⭑ Yeah, she would totally eat ass
⭑ And period sex would be a common occurrence. 
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hd-junglebook · 1 month
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You hover anxiously as Bellamy stirs, his dark lashes finally fluttering open. A relieved sigh escaped you. "Well, look who decided to rejoin the land of the living," you get out before he jolts upright, swearing under his breath.
Ignoring his body's protests, he demands hoarsely, "Where's Charlotte? Did you find her?" When you shake your head grimly, his fist slams a cargo crate so hard your ears ring. "Damn it!"
"Bellamy, you were unconscious, we had to..." His thunderous look cuts you off. With fire flashing in his eyes, he rolls his impressive shoulders and strides toward the hatch, determination in every hard line of his body. "Then what the hell are we waiting for? Let's bring her back while we still can."
“It’s not safe out there, especially at night!” you fire back, blocking his exit. “That mob was out for blood, they could still be hunting." He shoves past with an impatient growl.
"I'm going back out there at dawn, with you or without you. Before she dies out there alone." His jaw works, ladder rungs protesting under his grip.
You clench your fists, nails biting your palms. you follow him into the silent camp, the yawning night shadows beyond promising unknown threats.
You crash through tangled underbrush at Bellamy's heels, his voice a ragged bellow echoing Charlotte's name.
Bursting into a moonlit clearing, you skid to a stop beside him - there, crouched trembling against a mossy boulder, is the girl herself.
"No, please!" she shrieks as Bellamy lunges, scooping her flailing body up across his shoulder. Her cries shred the heavy air as he takes off running again, face carved in grim lines of purpose.
You hurtle after them, Charlotte's pleas and fists hammering Bellamy's back growing fainter as he drives on relentlessly through the woods away from Murphy.
Bursting from the trees near a rocky outcrop, Bellamy slows, swaying. In the distance you spy figures emerging from the woods - Murphy's gang.
As you brace for a confrontation, more shadows spill from the forest on your heels – Finn and Clarke emerge from the opening. Bellamy sets Charlotte down only for her to scramble in panic towards the cliff edge.
Murphy steps forward, face tortured. "Bellamy! You can’t fight all of us. Give her up.” he rasps. "We just want justice."
“Maybe not, but I guarantee I’ll take a few of you with me.”
He pulls Clarke against him, pressing a crude knife under her throat. "Back off and let us take the girl, or Clarke dies." Murphy roars. Finn rushes forward before Bellamy yanks him back.
“No, please. Please don’t hurt her.” Charlotte sobs. Charlotte's streaming eyes find yours as she teeters on the cliff edge. You inch toward her.
"Take my hand, Charlotte. I won't let them hurt you." Your steadfast gaze reflects the moonlight, shining with fervent promise.
“No! No, I have to y/n! this is not happening. I can’t let any of you get hurt anymore. Not because of me. Not after what I did.”
The girl's lips shape a silent "Thank you." As she steps back into open air, instinct drives you forward, fingers straining toward her fluttering hand.
But your skin only brushes her fingertips for a heartbeat before she slips away. Unbalanced, you pitch forward, a scream tearing from your throat.
Your flailing hand catches jagged stone, jolting you to a halt while white-hot pain lances up your arm. Suspended by one agonized grip over the fatal plunge, you gasp strangled breaths.
Willing your eyes open against the dizzying vertigo, you peer past swaying feet down into roiling darkness. There below lies Charlotte's broken body, framed by glittering rapids that promise no mercy if you relinquish your blood-slicked lifeline.
The roar of the rapids below fills your ears, drowning out all other sound as they beckon with their merciless embrace. "Oh god..." Clarke's horrified whisper reaches you, seconds before Bellamy's hard face appears over the cliff edge.
The rough texture of the stone bites into your palm, sending shockwaves of pain shooting up your arm as you cling desperately to your precarious perch.
Every muscle in your body strains against the weight of your own fear and the pull of gravity, threatening to send you hurtling into the abyss below with Charlotte.
Bellmay’s strong hands clamp your wrists, his fingers digging into your flesh with a strength born of desperation.
With a grunt of effort, he begins to haul you up, his muscles straining against the weight of your body as he fights to keep you from slipping away from him.
Finally, with one last herculean effort, Bellamy hauls you over the edge of the cliff, pulling you into a tight embrace as you collapse onto solid ground. Tears stream down your face unchecked as you cling to him.
For a brief moment you find solace in Bellamy's arms, the warmth of his embrace a balm to your shattered nerves. his expression darkens with anger, his features contorted with fury as he turns his gaze toward Murphy.
"Look what you did to her," Bellamy seethes, his voice a low growl as he advances on Murphy with menacing intent. "All of this... it's because of you. Charlotte. y/n." The subtle shift in his tone betrays the depth of his protectiveness.
Finn moves quickly to intervene, pulling Bellamy off Murphy before things can escalate further. But Bellamy's rage knows no bounds as he lunges at Murphy once more, his grip like iron as he lifts the man off the ground and holds him perilously close to the cliff's edge.
"If you ever come back to the camp," Bellamy snarls, his voice dripping with venom, "I will kill you." With Murphy cowed into submission, Bellamy releases him and turns his attention back to you, extending a hand to help you to your feet. Without a word, he strides ahead of the group, leading the way back to camp.
Upon reaching the dropship, you found Monty and Jasper huddled over a tangle of wires and circuitry, their expressions mirroring Clarke and finns. Curiosity piqued, you approached them cautiously, watching as they worked with feverish intensity.
"What are you four up to?" you asked, your voice tinged with both amusement and concern.
Monty glanced up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "We're hacking the wristbands. If this works, we can talk to the Ark!" he explained, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
You pause mid-stride, skeptical gaze darting between their eager faces. "Come again?" Monty just waggles his eyebrows while Jasper grins.
Jasper nodded eagerly. "And we're about to make the final connection," he declared, his voice tinged with excitement as nudges your arm.
"Here - you wanna do the honors? That port right there Jasper.” Monty’s enthusiasm stirs an uneasy swirl in your stomach. Messing with your one fragile link to space seems risky, yet...
With a flick of a switch, Jasper completed the circuit, sending a surge of electricity coursing through the wristbands. In an instant, the devices sparked and fizzled, emitting a high-pitched whine as they shorted out.
The electrical surge hit your wristband, a jolt of searing pain shot through your arm, causing you to cry out in agony. With a gasp, you stumbled backward, clutching your wrist as the pain radiated through your body.
"Tell me that was supposed to happen," you rasp. Monty's grin falters a fraction at whatever answer he finds on your face, eyes darting guiltily to your injury. "Crap, I swear that wasn't-"
Before he can respond, Octavia bursts in. “What the hell?” Her query dies on her lips, eyes blowing wide at the smoking remnants.
Monty swallows thickly. "I was trying to signal the Ark, but... I think I just killed our only working wristbands." His confession lands like a blow, doubt and dread swelling to choke you.
In the fraught silence, Finn spins on his heel, storming outside without a word. After a weighted beat, Clarke follows
Octavia shoots Monty an amused look and goes to check on Jasper, leaving you alone with his shrinking form. Cradling your throbbing wrist, you level a pained stare. "Got anything to say for yourself, Prometheus?"
He scrubs both hands down his face, mumbling, “I just wanted to talk to my parents.” The broken admission elicits your unwanted empathy.
With a sigh, you nudge his hunched shoulder. "It's not your fault, Monty," you managed to say through the pain. "We just need to find another way."
Monty looked up at you, his eyes brightening with a glimmer of hope. "You really think so?" he asked, his voice tentative.
You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I know so," you replied, your confidence bolstering his spirits. "We just have to keep trying.”
You sit by the crackling fire, the warmth of its flames offering some respite from the chilly night air, the murmurs of conversation from the delinquents behind you drift into your ears. Their voices are a low hum, punctuated by bursts of excitement and speculation.
A chorus of shouts breaks through the night, and you turn to see the group of delinquents pointing skyward, their faces illuminated by the flickering light.
You rise from your spot and make your way over to them, noticing Octavia among their ranks.
"Bellamy!" she exclaims. “get out here.”
Bellamy emerges from his tent, adjusting his clothing hastily. Octavia gestures eagerly toward the sky, her eyes wide with excitement. "There!"
The delinquents exchange excited glances, murmuring amongst themselves as they watch the descending vessel streak across the night sky.
Bellamy listens to their chatter with a measured expression, his jaw set with determination. "We'll wait until morning," he declares, his voice firm with authority.
At his command, you reluctantly drag your eyes down from the intriguing void. But curiosity continues burning bright and restless within.
Octavias brow furrows in concern. "But what if the Grounders get to it first?" she asks, voice laced with worry. Bellamy meets her gaze, his eyes steely with resolve.
"We'll deal with that if it happens," he replies, his tone leaving no room for argument. "But for now, we wait until sunrise. It's too risky to go out there in the dark."
With a final nod of affirmation, Bellamy retreats back towards his tent, leaving the delinquents to ponder his words in the glow of the fire.
The camp settles reluctantly back to routine, you drift toward Bellamy near his tent. "Aren't you wondering what the hell that was?" you ask before he can disappear inside.
Bellamy scrubs a weary hand over his face, glancing toward the glowing embers in the sky. "Could be just space junk. I'm not risking lives on some wild goose chase in the dark."
You bristle at his nonchalance when potential salvation might await discovery. "What if they sent something down to help us?" Before he can scoff, you play a sly card. "Or it has medicine your sister might need. Still willing to wait?"
His sharp look warns you've struck a nerve. After a taut minute, Bellamy growls out. "We wait until sunrise."
You slip past the boundary of camp, the thrill of potential discovery overriding any hesitation at venturing out alone after midnight. Hope for a message or aid from your mother quickens your stride through whipping branches and shifting shadows.
Chest heaving as you trudge up a steep, muddy slope, you grumble out, “Sure hope Mom packed a plasma rifle in that pod." you groan out. "Some gift shop souvenirs would be nice too - maybe a 'My ancestors got blasted here and all I got was radiation poisoning' t-shirt.”
Breathless minutes later, you emerge from snarling brush into a rocky clearing. You creep slowly forward, squinting. light glints off smooth metal edges - a compact pod lies half-buried in loose soil. Hardly the massive shipment you pictured.
Circling warily closer, you spy a small window and lean to peer inside at a girl about your age, unconscious, dark hair spilling over her tan cheek.
You exhale sharply in surprise, your breath fogging up the glass. Before you can process the pod, a stick crackles under a heavy boot at your back.
You dive for cover as Bellamy walks over. His shifting eyes solidify your suspicion - something isn't right here. He begins prying at the hatch, muscles bunched, and face stormy. 
As Bellamy straightens from his fruitless efforts at entry you step out, schooling your face neutral.
"Got something to hide in there, Bellamy?"
He startles violently before scowling. "Hell are you doing here?" One hand slides almost protectively across the pod’s opaque surface, prickling your unease. You cross your arms, matching his confrontational posture.
"I could ask you the same question. Why so jittery about this thing?" You nod at the pod, his hand still braced on it almost possessively.
Bellamy bristles, jaw tightening. "That's not your concern. Now get back to camp before you lead something nasty back here." 
You stand firm, tilting your head. "Oh I don't know...seems to me whatever has the unflappable Bellamy Blake all spooked must be pretty concerning."
His answering laugh lacks any humor, a harsh bark in the stillness. "In case you forgot, I'm a wanted man up there." He thrusts a chin skyward. "So yeah, anything falling down makes me jumpy, okay?"
You shake your head, frowning. "No, I think there's more riling you up about this pod specifically." Taking a step nearer has him tensing, so you change tack. "Look, what do you want with it anyway?"
Bellamy works his jaw, glancing aside briefly with an unreadable expression. But he regroups quickly. "I need what's inside, that's all you gotta know. Now walk away and let me handle this - it's for the good of everyone here." 
His vagueness fans your skepticism into defiance. "What's inside - the girl? Why do you want her so bad?" You watch him intently for any revealing tic. "Who is she, Bellamy?"
The muscle in his cheek feathers from clenching his teeth. "That's not..." He breaks off, exhaling harshly through his nose before fixing you with a glare.
"You think you've got me all figured out. I'm just looking to protect my sister, like I always do. That's all you need to know." 
Bellamy wrenches open the pod hatch with a grunt of effort. As he digs inside, you peer closer despite his glower warning you off. To your bewilderment, he emerges clutching only a small radio device, lips pressed thin.
"We're done here," he snaps, storming off without explanation. You watch Bellamy stomp away, radio in hand, realization sinking your stomach.
A faint groan draws your gaze back inside where the girl shifts weakly. As her eyes flutter open, she fumbles off her helmet, spilling dark hair over weary eyes. She hisses out a pained breath, gingerly probing at her blood-crusted hairline.
"Crap...that's not good," she mutters, blinking sluggishly at her crimson-smeared fingers before noticing you hovering uncertainly. "Oh hey! Who the hell are you?" Her bluntness startles a wry smile from you.
"I could ask you the same. I'm Y/N. Welcome home."
Crashing foliage announces new arrivals. You both turn sharply to see Finn bursting into the clearing, Clarke on his heels. The girl's face lights up seeing Finn but any greeting dies on her lips as he sweeps past you.
Because Finn isn't slowing his headlong rush toward her. In fact, he looks downright crazed, eyes glittering with overwhelmed joy. "Raven!" he cries raggedly, pulling her into a crushing embrace.
You glance at Clarke, taking in her expression shuttering closed. Her slight nod answers the question in your widened eyes.
You, Clarke and Raven trail after Finn toward camp, pressing Bellamy's mystery. Squinting ahead, Clarke spots him and barrels forward. "Bellamy!"
He turns too slowly, fake casualness oozing guilt. Clarke gets in his face, demanding, "Where's the radio that was in the pod?"
Bellamy feigns confusion poorly. "No clue what you mean..." Trailing off, he notes Raven stalking closer, brow arched.
"Cut the crap," she snaps. "We know you took comms from my pod just now." Bellamy's surprise fuels her fierceness. "Yeah, I know it was you. Recognized your name from when you shot chancellor Jaha. They're looking everywhere for you."
You grimace sharply at her words as Bellamy flinches before recovering his defiance. Before threats turn to blows, you push between Raven and Bellamy's bristling forms. "Where's the radio Bellamy?" Priorities first - prevent him destroying your sole link to the Ark.
"Jaha deserved to die. You all know that." Smugness wars with steeling himself as Raven advances unrelentingly. She halts inches away, eyes ruthless. "Well congratulations. You're a lousy shot. You didn't manage to kill him after all."
Staggered silence meets her revelation. Clarke exhales sharply while dread claws your stomach. “Bellamy, don't you see what this means? You're not a murderer. You always did what you had to do to protect your sister. And you can do it again by protecting three hundred of your people. Where's the radio?”
With a resigned slump of his shoulders, Bellamy capitulates, nodding sulkily toward the river. Without another word, you wade into the fast current, the icy water sending shivers down your spine as you search for the waterlogged device amidst the rocky riverbed.
Each moment feels like an eternity as you comb through the murky depths, your fingers brushing against smooth stones and tangled vegetation.
Your hand closes around the familiar shape of the device you haul it up from the water, its surface slick with river mud and debris.
You hold it up triumphantly, a weary smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you turn back toward the shore.
When you resurface, Raven is practically hopping with impatient plans, her eyes alight with excitement before it drains from her face. "Oh fuck," she says disappointedly, “it'll take half the day just to dry out the components to see what's broken."
Bellamy's voice is thick as he responds, "Like I said, it's too late."
Clarke marches up to him, her eyes blazing with anger. "Do you have any idea what you did? Do you even care?!" she demands, her voice crackling with emotion.
Bellamy meets her gaze squarely. "You asked me to help. I helped," he states. Clarkes anger worsens. "Three hundred people are gonna die today because of you!" Clarke retorts with a trembling voice.
Before the tension can escalate further, Raven interjects with a pragmatic tone. "Hold up. We don't have to talk to the Ark. We just have to let them know we're down here, right?"
Finn nods in agreement. "Yeah, but how do we do that with no radio?" he asks frustratedly.
Back at the pod, Raven is a whirlwind of activity, organizing the delinquents as they strip the pod for spare parts to create makeshift rocket launchers.
"We need to launch those flares ASAP if we have any hope of saving those people. Finn, get that control panel to camp. You, pull out those fire circuits in one piece or they won't work.”
Clarke watches with a furrowed brow, her mind clearly preoccupied with other concerns.
"Will they be able to see the rockets from the Ark?" Clarke asks, Raven pauses in her work, casting a glance toward the distant horizon.
"Like the good book says, it's all about burn time and cloud cover." Clarke nods at her words. “I know your mom will be watching." she replies confidently, her tone leaving no room for doubt.
“I've never seen anyone love someone the way she loves you. You know that, right?"
As the others continue their tasks, you pull Clarke aside, "Hey, what happened last night with Finn?" you inquire softly. Clarke's expression darkens, her gaze dropping to the ground as she exhales heavily.
"We... we slept together," she admits unhappily, her words heavy with regret. "And now his real girlfriend landed on Earth."
You place a comforting hand on her shoulder, offering a wordless gesture of support as you both finish working together. You send a glare to Finn's back, watching as he kissed Raven before heading her instructions to take supplies back to camp.
Metal braces are secured in place, rockets carefully added and checked for stability. Anticipation crackles in the air like electricity as the final preparations are made.
With a chorus of cheers and shouts, the first rockets blast off into the night sky, leaving trails of brilliant light in their wake.
The sky erupts in a dazzling display of color, the flares painting intricate patterns against the backdrop of darkness. Gasps of awe and wonder ripple through the gathered crowd as they watch the spectacle unfold.
You find yourself caught up in the excitement, celebrating with Harper and Miller as the sky ignites with bursts of vibrant hues.
"Isn't this amazing?" Harper exclaims, her eyes wide with wonder. "Maybe they'll see them and send down a rescue team!"
Miller nods thoughtfully in agreement considering her theory, a grin stretching across his face. "It's possible," he concedes, "I've never seen anything like this," he admits, his voice filled with awe.
As the last of the flares fade into the night, leaving only the twinkling stars above, you catch Bellamy's gaze lingering on you.
For a brief moment, your eyes meet, and you offer him a small smile before turning your attention back to Harper and Miller.
Bellamy's voice cuts through the murmurs of the crowd, drawing Clarke's attention. "You think they can see it from up there?" he asks with genuine curiosity. Clarke gazes up at the sky, her eyes scanning the heavens for any sign of the distant Ark.
"I don't know. I hope so," she replies softly, a hint of wistfulness in her voice. "Can you wish on this kind of shooting star?" she adds with a self-conscious shrug, but Bellamy's odd look prompts her to dismiss the notion. "Forget it."
Bellamy's gaze drifts from Clarke to where you stand with Harper and Miller, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "I wouldn't even know what to wish for," he muses, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before returning to Clarke. "What about you?" he prompts, his curiosity evident.
He follows her gaze, finding Raven and Finn nearby. A small smile tugs at the corners of Clarkes lips as Raven returns her glance with a reassuring smile of her own. "I'm not sure," Clarke admits cryptically, her gaze lingering on Raven and Finn before drifting back to the twinkling stars above.
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daria1611 · 1 month
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i’m reading a Bellamy Blake x reader or smth fanfic, but I can sense sort of tension between main character and Roan, so what am I supposed to do with myself now???? I love Bellamy just fine, but then there’s Roan who is kinda hot now I can’t say whether I would like the main character to be with bellamy or roan
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These two characters have been living in my head rent free lately and I thought to myself, Spider and Madi would make an epic duo fighting alongside each other and even being friends.
A) Both are orphans of war
B) They both share parent trauma (Spider’s parents died attempting to protect what they thought was humanity’s only way to survive, and Madi’s parents died attempting to keep her safe against the Fleimkepas and other warriors in the last minutes of Praimfaya before the Earth was scorched in fire)
C) Both have grown up in a forest (Spider in Omatikaya territory, and Madi in Shallow Valley)
D) They’re both children turned teens that carry a lot of baggage for such a young age and are very aware of it
E) They both wish to be normal
D) They’re both loyal, stubborn, independent, selfless and loving
F) They’re not afraid to fight back
G) Their genetics makes them different from everyone else (Spider is a human amongst Na’vi, Madi is a natural born Natblida amongst red blooded Grounders)
H) Speak another native language besides English (Spider Na’vi Omatikaya dialect, Madi Trigedasleng)
I) Both are allies to clans related to trees (Spider = Omatikaya living in the forest, Madi = Trikru also living in the forest)
J) Their allies have human enemies (Omatikaya = RDA humans, Trikru = the Mountain Men)
K) They’re both adopted by others in a way without calling them “mom” or “dad” (Spider = Norm and Max, Madi = Clarke)
L) Both have curly hair!
M) They’ve been taken at least once by evil forces (Spider taken by RDA and Recoms, Madi taken over by Sheidheda and The Primes of Sanctum)
N) Both know how to use weapons to defend and attack (Spider = bow and knife, Madi = swords, knives, guns, and traps)
O) Both are surrounded by future tech (Spider = RDA, Madi = Eligius)
P) Both are involved in some type of neural connection (Spider surrounded by Eywa and living creatures using queues, Madi with The Flame mind chip embedded in her skull)
Q) Both we’re tortured via invasive mind surfing devices (Spider by the RDA, Madi by The Disciples)
R) Both like to joke around, have fun, and try not to think about the craziness of the world around them other than the happy memories they can make
S) They look out for kids near their age (Spider with the Sully siblings, and Madi with Luca and the Sanctumite children)
T) They’re both children born into wars they didn’t ask to be a part of, but stay strong for those they care about and make the best of their situations
U) Both wear some type of paint on their bodies (Spider with blue paint, Madi with her own blood)
I have other ideas of them meeting in different scenarios. I’ll share them in separate posts, but let me know what you guys think of the above info! And if you have any scenario ideas you’d like to see these two in?
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Sky of stars
Pairings: Lexa/reader
Warnings: Character death, mentions of blood
Chapter: 0.07
You stood panting, as your eyes traced over all the bodies on the floor. It was a surreal feeling knowing you were standing in front of the next commander.
You were in love with the next commander.
“Ai hodnes,” Lexa approaches you and cups the side of your face with her free hand, her other hand still clenched around her blood-soaked weapon. “Are you hurt?”
You shake your head, unable to form a verbal reply.
A look of concern crosses her face while stepping back. “Y/N…”
“Hofli keryon kom commanders choose yu,” you finally say.
You walk closely behind Lexa through the woods, checking that the area is clear. You hadn’t said much, which hadn’t gone unnoticed.
Lexa suddenly stopped walking and turned to face you. She looks almost remorseful. Her lips parted but no words came out.
You clear your throat and blink away any tears that threaten to spill from your eyes. You refuse to let your emotions get the better of you. “I can’t help but wonder if any of these men are the ones who raided my village, if they are the ones who took my mother.”
“I promise you, here and now, that when the time comes, I will do whatever I can to save our people.”
You pressed your forehead against hers. “I know,” you sigh. “We should find Anya. I think the mountain men are gone for now.”
You regrouped with the rest of your clan inside caves south of the Trikru village. Anya had informed you both that two warriors had fallen by the hands of the mountain men. They had run out of the cave to lure the men who had gotten dangerously close to the cave. They sacrificed themselves. They died as heros. As true warriors.
Anya stood in front of you and smirked before standing on a rock to address her people. “Today we lost warriors at the hands of the mountain men. Make no mistake, when this war is over we will be victorious and stand in the blood of our enemies! Jus drein jus daun!”
“Jus drein jus daun!”
“Jus drein jus daun!”
The whole Trikru continued to chant as you made your way back to the village. Anya had sent riders to check it was clear beforehand, so she knew it was safe to travel.
The war with the mountain men was far from over, but you couldn’t help the feeling of optimism that filled you. Maybe it was the chanting, or the way Lexa smiled at you, but all the dread you’d been carrying suddenly disappeared.
Moonlight and the small burning beacons are your only sources of light amid the night sky and trees. In the corner of your eye, you noticed one person wasn’t chanting. Ona. Despite growing up in the same clan, you didn’t know much about her, aside from the fact she was a few years younger than you.
You slowed your pace to not make it obvious that you were watching her. Something was off. You could feel it in your bones.
When you finally reached your village, you hung back and watched as the rest of your village entered, and Ona stayed back. You watched in horror as she readied her bow and arrow.
Ophelia.
You ran as fast as you could towards where she stood. You recalled the look in her eyes when you cut Ophelia. You’d assumed Ona and Dela would hate you for betraying one of your own, but you never thought she’d follow through with the plan to assassinate the Trikru leaders.
She wasn’t going to stop trying to kill them, so you needed to stop her.
Hearing footsteps behind her, she turns to face you. Ona’s eyes widen as she jumps down.
“Ona!”
“You betrayed us!” She spits back.
You lunged forward and plunged your knife into her neck. At the same time, you felt an agonising pain in your lower stomach.
You stumble back and look down to see an arrow sticking out of your stomach. Your vision began to blur, but you could make out the sounds of voices getting louder around you.
Your eyes open slowly and the vision of a person leaning over you becomes clear. Lexa jumps a little when you weakly squeeze her finger. “Ai hodnes, are you in pain?”
You shake your head. Lexa’s beautiful eyes were bloodshot and puffy from crying. “Ona?”
“She’s dead.” Lexa pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before letting out a sob. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”
“Don’t, you were leading your people home. That’s what a real commander does. It’s what you're going to do until the day you die.”
A feeling of warmth takes over your whole body. Your eyes look down at the bed you are lying on. The fur covering your body was dark brown, but you could still make out the fresh blood soaking through it. You knew you were bleeding out and didn’t have much time left, as you were starting to feel extremely tired.
Lexa leans down beside you and brushes strands of hair off your sweaty forehead. She lets out a breathy sob, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Warm tears fall down your cheeks as you whisper, “I love you too.”
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆𝐸𝓅𝒾𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓊𝑒 ⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆
You watched for years as Lexa grieved the loss of those she loved and cared about. You watched her mourn for Costia when Nia killed her. Watched as she remained strong when Anya died. Watched as she betrayed Clarke Griffin, the girl from the sky who she had deep feelings for, so that she could hold onto a promise that she made to you and free the grounders from the mountain men.
You watched proudly as Lexa Kom Trikru became the greatest commander that ever lived.
You dreamed of being reunited with Lexa one day, but when her spirit left her human body, you didn’t go see her. You gave her time. Lexa still had work to do. She needed to help Clarke save the human race one last time before she could truly be at peace.
The sounds of branches snapping behind you made you smile. She had finally found you. You looked down at the beautiful flowers around you. Lexa looked speechless as she approached you, “I remember this place.”
You did as well. It was identical to the place you introduced yourself to one another after escaping the reapers. Except now it's different. There was no danger where you were.
“It’s been so long, I’m surprised you remember me,” you say, chuckling slightly.
Lexa runs towards you and embraces you by wrapping her arms around you, “I could never forget you.”
Now that you had reunited with the love of your life, you were finally at peace.
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dark-scape · 1 year
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Eat Your Young by Hozier (Spotify, Youtube)
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soulessvoideyes · 1 year
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𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐆𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒…
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HELLO MY LITTLE PUMPKIN GAZPACHOS! HOW ARE YOU?
Thanks a lot for giving this a try, it means a lot to me, and I hope y'all enjoy it too!
So basically, I'm not that familiar with posting on Tumblr, and don't know how half the shit here works, but from what I think I know, this blog is gonna be dedicated ENTIRELY to The 100 series only.
It will consist of numerous imagines and scenarios. It's mostly gonna be fluff, but of course certain posts will contain mature themes and strong languages. I may or may not do smut too. Honestly, it just depends on how many request I get.
I have a HUGE crush on Bellamy Blake, and so yes, I'll be writing a LOT about him, but I might do it for other characters too, provided I get requests regarding those.
So of course, here's the standard list of a few abbreviations so that y'all can imagine yourselves better, and perhaps even realize how truly amazing each and every one of you are. And if you doubt that, stfu. You're fucking amazing, no matter what anyone says. Admit it people.
1. Y/N: Your Name
2. L/N: Last Name
3. Y/H/C: Your Hair Color
4. Y/H/L: Your Hair Length
5. Y/H/T: Your Hair Type
6. Y/E/C: Your Eye Color
7. Y/H: Your Height
8. Y/B/T: Your Body Type
9. Y/S/T: Your Skin Tone
And now, moving on...
I'm gonna start by random prompts for now, but feel free to request me for anything you have in mine. Also, incase some of you want a more detailed on dedicated entirely to you, do mention the following in your templates:
1. Your descriptions (looks, personality, mood).  
2. The person you want (anyone from the dystopian series, including the actors portraying those characters).
3. The scenario you have in mind (situation, place, time).
4. Word count (short and sweet: >500 words, long and descriptive: <500 words).
5. Your name and further details (completely optional).
So uh, that's about it I guess...
This is like the first time I'm writing something like this, so I hope I don't completely suck lmaoo.
But anyway, I hope y'all like my work, and if y'all do, don't forget to like, re-blog and comment as it's really motivating and stuff and keeps the post alive.
I'd like to mention that I mostly write for Fem readers, so the pronounce I use will be she/her, unless the requests I get specify the gender and the pronouns. So please do add a few more details in your requests.
Remember, if you ever want to vent to a stranger, I'll always be there for you so feel free to dm me any time.
With that being said... What're you waiting for?
LESSGOOOO 🤍🤍🤍
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pendragaryen · 2 years
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Random Bellamy Blake - S5 “Damocles Part 1″
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lastsurvivableland · 1 year
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Character // harper grounder verse
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harper as a grounder was louwoda kliron’s ambassador, she was smart but tough. she was a strong fighter but hated war to much to live a warriors life. as much as living in polis left her missing louwoda kliron she loved polis. it wasn’t as colourful as home but harper loved experiencing the different cultures of the coalition and her job as ambassador. going through life without being able to voice her opinions in a influential way was almost painful for her. especially coming from louwoda kliron which is a generally a soft spoken clan, often to a fault.
all that said, in her downtime she never lost her soft side. she enjoyed being in the market and was almost never tucked away in her room. having quiet time to herself never interested her as she was a people person. not a common trait among grounders but people living in polis tended to be much more personable and relaxed.
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Character // miller grounder verse
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born to podakru miller had a relatively happy childhood in grounder terms. his mother died giving birth leaving him an only child and his father was podakru’s war chief. growing up miller was always expected to become a warrior, even to replace his father as war chief one day. in the mean time he’s a member of the commanders guard and lives in polis, though he still finds time to visit home.
his first boyfriend, bryan kom podakru was taken slave by azgeda, he never made it home. miller met his current boyfriend in polis, jackson is a healer, originally born to louwoda kliron. miller didn’t usually date outside his clan but made an exception after meeting jackson, they met when miller was sent to the polis infirmary after catching a spear in his shoulder during a war.
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Character // monty grounder verse
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monty grew up as a yujleda farmer to two loving parents and a friend who was closer to a brother, jasper. he wasn’t warrior by any stretch, not that he couldn’t fight at all; he could but monty never believed in all this killing. he had killed before though, it was almost unheard of for a grounder to have no blood on their hands.
as an adult monty lived a simple lifestyle. he was a farmer but lived in the village he’d grown up in rather than a farm of his own. he was also many grounders go to man for extracurricular medicine use if you know what I mean.
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stan-fixations · 2 years
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Honestly Emori s5-7 is
EVERYTHING
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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MOMMY? sorry MOMMY!?
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Girl let me slide up next to you. I can keep you warmer than murphy and that fire ever will
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Even when she's dead she's not actually dead. Resilient and stubborn just like her boyfriend but 1000x cuter than him
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