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kinetic-elaboration · 7 months

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Make a Lot of Money and Feel Dead Inside

Multi-pairing and gen: Octavia/Raven, Murphy/Raven, Jasper/Monty, Jasper/Octavia, Bellamy/Clarke Multi-chapter Rated M

Summary:

For many years, before being bought by adventurer, survivalist, and author Octavia Blake, the house at the edge of town sat empty…

On Halloween, eight old friends gather in a Victorian manor house for their annual reunion. As the night wears on and a heavy storm breaks, stories are shared, accusations are made, spirits are contacted, and secrets come to light. Before the clock strikes midnight, one of them will be dead.

The other seven will be left to wonder: who among them is the killer?

And then Halloween will begin again. And again and again, until the mystery is solved and the murder averted at last.

Written for Troped Time Loop 2023 Round 2 @troped-fanfic-challenge

Theme: Holiday (Halloween)

Tropes: Time Loop, Murder Mystery, Multiple POVs, Fake Dating, One Character is an Author

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#the 100 #octavia blake #raven reyes #john murphy #bellamy blake #jasper jordan #monty green #clarke griffin #lincoln the 100 #bellarke #jonty #octaven #murven #jactavia #mine #my writing #my moodboards #make a lot of money

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ember-not-amber · 3 months

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I find it impossible to feel any remorse for Lincoln’s death and feel sympathy for Octavia grieving him bc I can’t find it in me to feel anything positive towards a predator.

#I can’t believe the writers made Bellamy only disapprove of their relationship bc Lincoln is a Grounder and not also bc he’s a fully grown #adult and Octavia was under 18 #original post #the 100 #the 100 Lincoln #Lincoln the 100 #lincoln x octavia #Octavia x Lincoln #linctavia #the 100 fandom

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slut4mymannn · 1 year

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Sorry but Bellamy????? So fucking fine. Clarke???? Even finer 🤩

Lowkey might write the most jaw dropping smut Abt them and keep it in my drafts like every other thing I've written 🤭

#bellamy blake x reader #clarke griffin x reader #the 100 #finndeservedtodie #lincolnlowkeyfineasf #octavia blake #octavia blake x reader #lincoln the 100

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kantimplora · 2 years

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Lincoln- *literally being tortured* wouldnt you like to know, weather boy

Bellamy- *just trying to save a kids life* ... I fucking hate this planet

#the 100 #lincoln the 100 #lincoln kom trikru #the 100 incorrect quotes #bellamy blake #finn collins

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campbells-content · 1 year

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The 100 modern au, but Lincoln and Finn accidentally set up Lexa and Clarke.

Finns like super confused cause he thought he and Clarke were kinda into eachother but when Clarke was with Lexa all her attention was on Lexa. Not all the attention is good at first, mainly because Lexa is kinda captivated by Clarke and is kinda in denial.

#the 100 #clexa #clarke griffin #lexa the 100 #clarke x lexa #lincoln the 100 #finn the 100 #does finn have a last name?#the 100 au

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n0anix · 7 months

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enjoying the sun (half of them are so cat coded actually)

#they are getting sunburnt 100%#my art #dungeons and daddies #dndads #dndaddies #dungeons and daddies fanart #taylor swift #lincoln wilson #scary marlowe #hermie the unworthy #normal oak #love putting too much thought into little details in a piece like this #like how their outfits are loosely inspired by sanrio characters #and a couple more tiny things that tell a story #drawing happy scary literally made my night she deserves to be happy

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andy-clutterbuck · 17 days

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Andy™: Behind the scenes of The Ones Who Live

#*looks at tag*#Made of 100% Dad #Andrew Lincoln #*#andygifs #andy pls #*shoving him in my pocket*#put that thing back where it came from or so help me #i love when grown ass men give me cute aggression #EYE CRINKLES #*david attenborough voice* THE SUN #excuse me but The Nose™

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trips2saturn · 2 months

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my mother and father who raised me into the woman that i am today. THE apocalyptic couple.

#THEY ARE PERFECT #i am 100% back in my richonne era #never left tbh #the ones who live #the walking dead #danai gurira #andrew lincoln #rick grimes #michonne #trips talks

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kinetic-elaboration · 10 months

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July 6: Linctavia, Troubled

Lincoln/Octavia, Octavia-centric, ~1,200 words

For the prompt "Calm and its antonyms (troubled, harsh, furious, worried)" for July Break Bingo 2023 @julybreakbingo

This was originally going to include some more events and stretch a little longer, in a way that would have made better use of the prompt, but I got caught up in the atmosphere of the "intro" and decided, this is good enough as is. It's technically set in the same universe as one of my (many) unwritten WIPs.

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The heavy clouds that have been following them for days finally burst, just as Lincoln and Octavia make it to the shore. Lincoln can't light the signal fire, and anyway, he says, Floukru would never send out boats in this sort of storm. So they pitch their tent just past the tree line and hide themselves there, claustrophobic and breathless, for thirty-six hours until the sky lightens and the violent weather starts to calm.

Octavia has never seen water like this in her life. For the first hour, she stands out in the whirlwind, lets herself get drenched. She's not tired of the rain yet, the tempestuous and harsh and vicious weather of the ground. Better, she thinks, than a slow march of the same, the same, the same, every single day, lights that rise and fade with a computer's rhythm, air recycled through machines. Better than that. Out here, the bitter, cold wind makes her shiver and the rain soaks through her clothes within minutes and then gathers slick and cold on her skin, weights down her clothes and her hair. The sound of it as it hits the ocean, turns the sand of the beach to mud, of the thunder rolling thick and close above her, roiling through a deep gray sky sometimes cut through with quick, sharp flashes of light, all intrigue and fascinate her more than they discomfort.

More than that, she simply cannot stop looking at the water. The ocean. Water without boundaries or barriers, water stretching out to the horizon's edge, water crashing with such power and force against the rocks at the land's end. Water foaming white and angry at its edges, and farther out a deep blue mixed with shades of black and lighter blue, spiked and uneven with waves, rolling over and over itself as if powered by an invisible engine deep underground. She gets caught up in the hypnotic rhythm of the waves. The turbulent blue sliding over blue, the power of the water as it hits and hits and hits the shore.

Lincoln stands next to her, squinting through the sharp needles of rain. He's trying to hold a jacket over them, but the partial roof only magnifies the sound of the raindrops; sheets of water slide down from it and splash against Octavia's back and legs.

He follows her sight line across the vastness of the sea.

"It reminds me of you," he says. She can barely hear him, even shouting. The storm swallows up his voice, blows it away on the wind.

"I don't see it," she answers.

Lincoln's shoulder bumps against hers. If he weren't holding up the jacket, he would probably try to take her hand. For a while now, since not long after they left the settlement, she's been quiet and hard to reach, and it's not out of spite that she's pulled in on herself, and yet she can't bring herself to stop. Living under the floor, she learned to keep her own company. She taught herself a quiet and a stillness that surprised and impressed the warriors she trained with, that startles and disconcerts those who've only known her on the ground. They’re more familiar with the version of herself she’s since unleashed. As soon as she stepped foot on earth, she told herself that all she'd know here was freedom. Here she could be loud, unfiltered, angry, passionate, wild. And she was, and she let herself be.

But when her energy runs out and the dust of adventure settles, she retreats again to the quiet, from the safety of bravado to the safety of her own inscrutable silence. Into this inner space, she allows people only slowly. Lincoln is there sometimes. Not always.

That first night on the shore, still damp and cold, huddling together for warmth in their tent, he asks her if she has regrets, and she stays silent a long time then, too.

He asks again, "Do you wish we'd stayed at the settlement? With the hundred?"

"No." She's tracing patterns on his chest. "We don't belong there. You'll always be a Grounder and I'll never be a Sky Person." Swirls and hearts and triangles, circles, spikes. The shapes of his tattoos, sometimes, which she's memorized. The words are a refrain now, a sort of prayer. "You said... you said Luna's clan is made up of people like us, right? People who don't belong anywhere else?"

"Yeah." He sighs, and she feels the deep intake and exhale of breath, lifting her up and settling her down again like the waves of the ocean outside. He sounds weary, like this is a tale he's told many times as well. "She'll take in anyone who... who's tired of the way the rest of the world is."

"That could mean anything."

He laughs, and nods. His hand slides up and tangles, heavy, in her wet hair. "Usually it means tired of the fighting, the blood lust. Everyone waiting for an insult or injury they can avenge. There's none of that in Luna's clan. They just... think totally differently." He lets his palm fall on her shoulder, briefly hugs her close. "It's a new clan. Not many people born into it. Belonging... doesn't mean what you're used to."

Belonging means family. Belonging means having people you'd do anything for, fight monsters for, give your life for. That's always been so deeply ingrained in her that she's never thought it out in so many words. She hopes he won't ask again if she has regrets.

"I've never done anything like this before," she admits, nuzzling the words against his collar bone, his cool, rain-drenched skin. "Just left." Not by herself, at least, not like this. Not of her own volition, without convincing, without force, in the absence of necessity.

"I have," Lincoln answers. "But I always came back."

Outside, a wild and unwelcoming sea. They'll cross it in boats when the weather settles. She tries to imagine herself, rocking up and down on those waves, heady with seasickness, breathing that cold and salty air she could just barely perceive beneath the storm, watching the shore move farther and farther away. She pictures the sky a near-colorless white, perhaps the crossing of a bird above, and as a soundtrack, the creak of wood, the splash of water against wood. Like a story she's been told. Around her more and more of the sea, and the land increasingly distant, until it's a line at the horizon, and the barriers between her and every almost-home she's ever known stacking higher and higher, stretching longer and wider. Once crossed, could she ever cross the ocean again?

A heavy, cold feeling in her stomach. Pinprick shivers along her limbs.

Lincoln holds her closer, rubs her back and sides, tries to warm her as the storm picks up again, lashes of rain against the tent, heavy winds shaking the nylon walls, cracks of lightning she can see with her eyes closed. The rhythm of the waves, the inscrutable sea.

Someday she'll see it wide and endless and calm, a jewel-like blue sparkling with glints of reflected sun. She tries her hardest to swallow down that irrational fear. She'll love the ocean then. The beauty and safety of it will finally become her peace.

#the 100 #octavia blake #lincoln the 100 #lincoln #octavia x lincoln #linctavia #lincoln x octavia #mine #my writing #the year 2023 #2023: free write #julybreakbingo #sky village

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rickswh0r3 · 4 months

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oh i’ll ride it

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#i need him in a way that literally sets humanity back 100 years #my soul just left my body #i’m so back #my body had a reaction #his fresh shaven look was soooooo #my fav ride #would do anything like ANYTHING #the walking dead #rick grimes #andrew lincoln #rick grimes smut #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes fluff #rick grimes x you #andrew lincoln smut #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes x female reader

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ember-not-amber · 4 months

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I’m watching “The 100” with my sisters rn, it’s our new show that we’re gonna watch together and there is no way you can convince me to ship Octavia and Lincoln, she’s like 16-17 and he looks like he’s 30. GROOOSSSS🤢🤮🤮

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dilfgifs · 8 months

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