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scifibi · 7 years

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Hi! Could I please have option 1, where Jasper thinks he’s the biggest Bellarke shipper, but surprisingly it’s actually Murphy, or if you have too many prompts maybe a gifset with Bellarke and Wicken parings? Thanks!

hello, Eponine! yes ofc you can have a fic =D

YOUR BELLARKE FIC:

[ALSO ON AO3]

Jasper Jordan is many things.

He’s rash and impulsive. He’s energetic and enthusiastic. He swallows without chewing when he’s hungry. He can be oblivious and selfish at times, but he always has good intentions. He’s loyal, but he holds grudges. He’s a little too into High School Musical, in a way that precariously toes the thin line between ironic and unironic.

But the one thing Jasper Jordan is not, is blind.

He’s seen it ever since the first day of college — when he’d walked onto that courtyard, and saw a small, curvy blonde scowling at a broad-shouldered man with a head full of dark curls and a lazy smirk.

Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin are meant to be together.

“No, you’re not blind,” Monty had said in their dorm room later that night, “but it’s possible you you’re just a little too optimistic.”

“Aha!” he’d yelled, one finger jabbed towards his friend. “You said I’m not blind!“

What? The important thing was, he’d been right.

And he still is. Because after four years of him telling everyone that Bellamy and Clarke belong together, he’s finally being proved right. After four years of scheming to set them up on impromptu dates, of poorly disguised hints and pointed suggestions that were really only translucent at best, of being told to ‘shut up, Jasper’ whenever he crows over their obvious mutual attraction and respect and adoration, Jasper Jordan is finally receiving his vindication.

Because they finally are together!

Well. They’re living together, at least.

"It’s a step,” he insists as they spill out of Miller’s car. “It’s a step in the right direction. My direction.”

Harper pushes her sunglasses up to rest on top of her head, slipping her free hand into the pockets of her shorts. They’ve all dressed light, ready to help Bellamy and Clarke with unpacking and getting the apartment set up. “Maybe it’d help if you stop saying it like you’re a nineteenth century duchess matchmaking your pudgy son to his third cousin who’s, like, fourteen years old?”

“And keep your elbows to yourself when you’re sharing the backseat of a car with two other people,” Murphy snipes grouchily as he rubs over a lightly bruised rib. “I call shotgun next time."

Monty shrugs unconcernedly as Miller locks up the car. "Shotgun rights are good for roundtrips. So, return trip included.”

Miller squints at them, the side of his palm pressed to his forehead to block out the sun. “You guys realise we’re all officially out of college now, right? As in, certified adults?”

They all start towards the building, mumbling non-committally.

Miller shrugs, pulling the door open for them. “Whatever. Monty’s right, anyway. Return trip included.”

Murphy rolls his eyes at Monty’s low hiss of triumph and accompanying fist pump.

Raven’s already in the kitchen when Bellamy lets them in, seated at the table and snorting over something on her phone as Clarke stands at the counter, mix up a large pitcher of something that looks fruity and hopefully at least mildly alcoholic.

“Took you guys long enough,” the brunette says, accepting a large Solo cup of the drink from Clarke.

Miller rolls his eyes, pushing her feet off the chair adjacent to hers so he can flop down into it. “We can’t all live two floors down, Reyes.”

“Is that sangria?” Jasper demands, bounding over to the counter. “I want sangria!”

“You’re getting it,” Clarke says dryly, handing him a Solo cup of his own. “We’d use real glasses and everything, but they’re still boxed up, and that’s what you’re all here for, so. This is what you get.”

“You had time to make sangria?” Monty asks, sniffing at the cup she presses into his hands.

“It’s basically just fruit juice and alcohol,” Harper points out, passing a cup along to Murphy. “Everyone has fruit juice and alcohol.”

“Everyone has alcohol, at least,” Murphy says, already pouring himself a refill.

“Go easy on that shit,” Bellamy warns, frowning as he accepts the cup Clarke hands him. “We’ve got a lot of work to do today.”

“Yeah, no, I’m just gonna keep drinking,” Murphy says. “Unless you’re planning on paying us actual money.”

Clarke rolls her eyes. “There’re two six-packs in the fridge.”

By the time they do get down to work, everybody’s at least one sangria in and pleasantly buzzed. Raven gets their speaker system set up first, plugging the auxiliary cord into Harper’s phone so they’ve got something to bop along to as they slice open boxes and unload utensils and books and other knick-knacks.

“The PlayStation!” Jasper exclaims, lighting up at the sight of the familiar PS4 console sitting in the box. He lifts it out eagerly, holding it high for everyone to see like it’s a lion cub and he’s a kooky old baboon standing on top of a giant rock. “You guys kept it!”

Clarke raises a brow, elbow deep in a box full of clothes, a grey scarf wrapped around her neck and a large pair of aviators propped on top of her head. “Were we supposed to throw it out?”

“In this hallowed box,” Jasper continues, blissfully ignoring her, “lies the sacred records that make up the Bellarke legend. How many Call of Duty campaigns have they conquered on this thing? How many Black Ops missions have they completed, with nothing but the sweat on their brows and the power of teamwork to pull them through? How many—"

"How many more rhetorical questions can he think of before running out of steam,” Clarke interrupts dryly, casting an exasperated look at Monty.

“How many times do we have to tell him to just use our names instead of some weird portmanteau,” Bellamy adds, hefting a box into his arms. “This one belongs in my room."

Clarke stands too, lifting another box with her. "And this one belongs in mine. Back in a sec, guys."

Miller prods his toe into the back of Jasper’s knee, causing his leg to buckle under him. "Quit holding it like that. You’re gonna drop it.”

“I will if you do that,” Jasper argues petulantly, pouting as he hands the console off to Raven. “They’re always so evasive.”

Harper turns from where she and Miller have just moved an empty bookshelf into place against the wall, dusting her hands off on her shorts. “Or, you were just being annoying,” she points out cheerfully,

Jasper scoffs theatrically. “I think I know evasion when I see it. Don’t I, Monty?"

"Sure you do,” Monty says placidly. “Hey, anyone holding on to the boxcutter?”

“Here,” Raven calls, tossing it halfway across the room.

Murphy shoves a box into Jasper’s hands. “Here, master of evasion. Go ask Mom and Dad where this is supposed to go.”

Jasper frowns down at the box, tape sliced open but flaps closed. “Well, what’s in it?”

“Couple of cans of hairspray. Bunch of yearbooks. Waxing strips.” Murphy wrinkles his nose. “A Cluedo set.”

Jasper stares at him, wide-eyed. “Where’s all that supposed to go?!”

Murphy shrugs, already slouching away. “If I knew, I wouldn’t have asked you to ask them, would I?”

Jasper rolls his eyes, but starts out of the living room obediently. “You know,” he huffs on his way out, “saying ‘please’ never hurt anybody.”

“Please shut up,” Murphy says flatly.

Jasper cranes his head over his shoulder, sticking his tongue out before turning into the hallway.

He frowns, using his foot to push open the first door he comes to, but it turns out to be the bathroom.

“Damn it,” he mutters, adjusting his hold on the box before continuing down the small hallway. The door right at the end is closed, but the one just diagonally across from the bathroom is already ajar, so he just pushes right through with no preamble.

“Hey guys, where do you want the—”

Two heads whip around to face the doorway where Jasper is standing, gobsmacked.

“Holy shit,” he breathes.

“Jasper,” Clarke says carefully, untangling her fingers from Bellamy’s hair.

“Holy shit,” he insists, reeling back a step.

“Remain calm,” Bellamy warns warily, sliding his hand out from under Clarke’s shirt. His lips are shiny with a thin layer of gloss, peachy-pink to match the one dabbed all over Clarke’s mouth.

“Holy shit!” he yells stubbornly, backpedalling out of the room.

Clarke rolls her eyes, and Bellamy sighs.

“GUYS!” Jasper shouts, barrelling back down the hallway. “OI! YOU GUYS!”

(Behind him, he vaguely registers the sound of a loud scoff, followed by Clarke’s voice sarcastically echoing “Remain calm”.)

Raven pokes her head out from behind the TV when he charges into the living room, the rest of the group looking up as well. “What’s with all the ruckus? I’m workin’ here.”

“Kissing!” Jasper exclaims breathlessly. He would gesture wildly behind him, but his arms are still occupied with the box, so he just ends up doing a little body-roll type of move as he tries to point down the hallway with his shoulders and head. “Making out!”

“I told you he needed to get laid soon,” Miller scolds Monty. “Look at him. He’s desperate now.”

Harper shrugs, unruffled. “Still not the weirdest open invite I’ve ever received.”

Jasper actually jumps in frustration. “Not me!” He kicks out heatedly, jabbing his foot towards the hall from which Bellamy and Clarke are just emerging, hair and clothes fixed but with wry expressions on their faces. “Them!"

Silence lands in the room.

Raven’s standing now, a small screwdriver dangling from her slack grasp. "Hold up.”

“Making out,” Monty repeats with a frown.

Miller lifts a hand, pointing directly at Bellamy and Clarke. “Those two?” he asks Jasper incredulously.

“Yes!” Jasper bursts out, the box rattling hollowly in his arms.

Silence again.

Bellamy runs a hand through his hair, exchanging a glance with Clarke before stepping forward. “Okay,” he begins, hands held out in front of him. “We just want to say — it really hasn’t been going on that long. Either way, we know we shouldn’t have kept this from you guys, but we just thought—”

He breaks off at the sound of a loud, sharp sob, blinking blankly at Murphy as the other man lunges forward, wrapping him in a tight hug.

Everybody looks on in stunned silence, jaws hanging open. As far as they all know, Murphy’s never once cried in front of them. (No one’s even sure if he’s physically capable of doing so.)

Clarke inches closer, flashing Bellamy a confused look over the sound of muffled sobs. “Murphy? Are you o—”

A skinny arm shoots out, hooking around her neck and dragging her into the hug.

“I’m so—” Murphy cries into the juncture where Clarke and Bellamy’s shoulders are mashed together, “—fucking happy for you guys. Fuck.”

“What the hell,” Jasper says loudly, finally dropping the box with an unceremonious thud. “What the hell!"

"Huh,” Miller says thoughtfully, crossing his arms. “So, Jordan’s not the biggest Bellarke shipper.”

Bellamy’s gaze slides to Clarke, one brow lifted as they both pat Murphy’s shaking back. “Told you we should have just unpacked by ourselves.”

#hope you like it! =)#mel celebrates 1.5k #bellarke #bellarke fanfiction #thebonnielassofyvie #my writing

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changebydjo · 7 years

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Bade + babysitting

this one’s a cute one!!!

beck and jade were supposed to have a date night but beck ends up having to babysit one of his neighbor’s kids, and jade ends up coming over anyways and helping out. at first jade is rly cautious with the baby and kinda scared of messing them up, but beck reassures her that she’s doing an amazing job and his heart is just so warm seeing jade be all soft with a baby

send me a ship + a word, and I’ll tell you the first headcanon that comes to mind!!

#i'm lowkey crying about this #asks #thebonnielassofyvie

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poirot · 7 years

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Hi, I am a beginner at Photoshop, and I just did your tutorial on the poster with the star effect, and I was wondering how you put all the gifs together for your character posters?

Hey cutie ! I would be glad to help you but I’m not sure what exactly you mean ? Could you maybe explain it further ? ❤️❤️

#I'm so sorry <333 #if you explain it again I'll defnitely try to help you cutie <33 #thebonnielassofyvie #answered

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mentorpsd · 7 years

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Hi, I've recently learned how to make gifs, but I can't seem to find anything that tells me how to make a gifset. I was wondering if you could tell me (or maybe direct me to a tutorial) how to put several gifs together in photoshop? Thanks

I’m not entirely sure what your question is. Tumblr allows you to upload more than one image, and that’s how most gifsets are uploaded. If by chance, you’re trying to figure out how to make a single gif into a photoset, here’s a tutorial for that: (x)

#thebonnielassofyvie #answered

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prosciuttoe · 7 years

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Hi! When you have time, can you please do a Bellarke fic with the prompt "I just moved in next door and I’m like 99% sure you’re insane AU" involving pranks. Thanks!

Funnily enough, Clarke only gets acquainted with her neighbour after he dumps a bucket of ice-cold water on her.

Granted, she would probably have found it a little funny if it hadn’t occurred at the end of a disastrous day, or maybe if she had been the intended target in the first place (look, it’s not unlike her to appreciate a prank) except she’s pretty sure she hears him yell, “Suck it, Murphy!” through the walls the second the bucket clatters noisily to the ground, leaving her soaking wet and shivering on her doorstep.

She’s not sure what’s more insulting, really: the fact that her neighbour at apartment 5B remains blissfully oblivious to the fact that she’s moved in for a week now, or that she fell for a prank that involves balancing a bucket on top of a door.

Still, it’s hard to summon the urge to confront him when she’s cold and wet and possibly sleep-deprived, so she puts it off in favor of a hot shower instead. He’s her neighbor, after all. It’s not like he’s going anywhere. She can talk to him about boundaries and stupidly simplistic pranks anytime.

Except he’s not home the next time she rings at his doorbell, and apparently she’s not over the whole situation like she thought she was, because the next thing she knows she’s smearing Vaseline all over one B.Blake’s (according to the nameplate by his mailbox) doorknob.

It’s only fair, okay?

She’s making a sandwich when she hears his key catch in the lock, a low string of curses following shortly after. It takes every bit of her willpower to keep from bursting into laughter at that, her shoulders shaking with the effort as his voice rises in pitch.

He must eventually get the door open though, because he pounds once against their connecting wall in what must be triumph, and faintly, she registers a smug, “Nice try, asshole.”

“Yeah, well,” Clarke mutters, glaring at the single, thin wall separating them, “you too. Dick.”

(That, as far as she’s concerned, is the beginning of the end.)

He douses her doormat with the honey the very next day, effectively ruining a pair of her favorite pumps. She retaliates by shoving every random catalogue and flyer from her mailbox into his instead, making sure to arrange it in the most haphazard and inconvenient way possible. He gets his revenge in the form of shaving cream smeared all over doorknob while she opts for planting gummy cockroaches all over his doorstep instead.

It’s passive-aggressive and childish and quite possibly, the most fun she’s had in years.

It’s mostly why she decides to keep up the ruse; forcing herself to stay in her seat instead of peeking at the peephole whenever she hears him at the door, or skittering out only when the hallways have gone quiet. It’s easier than it seems, considering her erratic hours at the ER. Besides, there’s no way that she’s ruining a perfectly pleasant feud, especially now that they’ve gained momentum.

She’s checking her mail and contemplating how mad B.Blake might be if she duct tapes an airhorn strategically to the side of his mailbox when a guy comes bounding up next to her, shooting her a brief, distracted smile before fitting his keys into the slot.

The slot to apartment 5B’s mailbox.

Gaping, she looks away, a flush working its way up her cheeks. It has to be some sort of karmic injustice that he’s here, going through his mail oh so casually when she’s standing right next to him. At this point, she has several options. One, sneak away. Two—

His gaze snaps over to her then, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile. “Hey. You’re new, right?”

“Uh,” she manages, and yeah, it definitely is some sort of karmic injustice that B.Blake is stupidly hot; all messy hair and dark eyes and arms straining against his shirt. Ducking her head instinctively, she continues, “Not really? I’ve been here for about a month.”

“Yeah, I didn’t know there about the vacancies but apparently a lot of people have been moving out lately.” He says, wry, fingers sorting idly through the stack of envelopes in his hand. “I’m not exactly sure why, considering you have to pay an exorbitant amount of rent and deal with some pretty fucking difficult residents in this building, but I guess it’s good location-wise.”

Wetting her lips, she wipes her slick palms on the fabric of her jeans. “And by difficult, you mean…?”

“Oh,” he ducks his head on a laugh at that, shaking his head ruefully. “Okay, fine, to be more precise it’s just been one so far. John Murphy? Over at 5A? The guy has had it out for me ever since I told him to clear his takeout boxes from the hallway because it’s a fire hazard. Bastard’s been pranking me ever since.”

“Yikes.”

“It’s not that bad,” he shrugs, and this time she’s rewarded with a flash of teeth. “I have to give him some credit. He’s pretty inventive.”

“Wow,” she says, tilting her chin in mock consideration. “So, inventive like you with the whole bucket above the door trick?”

That pulls a frown out of him, brows furrowing together quizzically. “You heard about that?”

Well, the jig’s up. Taking a deep breath to brace herself, she raps her knuckles against her still-open mailbox, tapping a nail against the 5A painted by the side. “I was there, actually.”

There’s a beat as he seems to process this. Then, haltingly, “Wait— don’t tell me—”

“That Murphy moved out a few weeks back, and that your stunt actually doused me instead? Yeah,” she says, biting back a smile, “that’s exactly what happened, actually.”

He groans, falling back against the wall. “Fuck.” Then, narrowing his eyes over at her, “Why didn’t you say something? If I knew, well. Shit. Fuck.”

“I might have been enjoying myself a little too much by then.” She admits, the rest of her words trailing off into a laugh at his skeptical expression, “Oh, come on. You’re telling me that you didn’t have fun soaking my doormat in honey?”

“Only because you put Vaseline on my door.”

“Because you dropped a bucket of water on my head,” Clarke reminds him, grinning. He returns it; his smile wide and sincere, and the sight of it sends a rush of warmth all the way down to her toes. “You started it.”

“Unintentionally,” he points out, mock-solemn. “And honestly, I would have enjoyed myself a lot more if I knew that I was pranking a cute girl instead of Murphy.”

“Wow, that was very smooth.”

“I try,” he tells her, extending his hand out. “I’m Bellamy. Bellamy Blake.”

“Clarke Griffin,” she says, taking it. His palm is warm and dry in hers, nice, and yeah, Clarke thinks she has a pretty good feeling about him, “and, uh. Now is probably the time to tell you that I put gum in the keyhole of your apartment door.”

(He gets her back later by taking out the screws from her bedroom door, so it makes them even, really.)

#im posting this today cos aby and hirva needed a pick me up after reading bad fic here u go guys hope y'all feel better #bellarke fanfiction #bffnet #ems writes #thebonnielassofyvie #asks

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scullys · 7 years

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I don't really mind, whatever's easiest for you. I don't see many Braeden gif sets, so I'd be happy with anything 😊

here :) hope u like it

#answered #thebonnielassofyvie

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vavaharrison · 7 years

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Hey, I love your Poldark gifs. I was wondering where you find good quality videos of Poldark? I'd like to learn how to make gifs and well I'd like to gif some period dramas.

Hi, and thanks! I downloaded the first two seasons and the new episodes via torrent.

#thebonnielassofyvie #asks #try piratebay #bluray quality

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cupcakeblake · 7 years

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Hey! Are you still doing the blog rates? If you are, could I have one please?

yes of course!

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#cam does blogrates #thebonnielassofyvie

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thewinedarksea · 7 years

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I go by Eponine. Thanks!

eponine: heavy fog, tides turning, a lone shadow cast across the ground, tree branches outlined against the sky

(moodboard here)

#nameaes #mary does things #thebonnielassofyvie

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griffinnblake · 7 years

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Congrats on the followers! Could I please request a playlist for Monty and Harper?

Thanks so much! I hope you enjoy your playlist!

#answered #bonnielassofyvie #gnbcelly #thebonnielassofyvie

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thewritersguardianangel-blog · 7 years

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Is there a limit to how many main characters I should have? Do you have any tips on how to manage them?

It depends on what exactly you mean by “main characters.” If by ‘main character’, you mean protagonist, I would recommend keeping it to just a few, and using chapter breaks to alternate the focus or perspective of each one. The most protagonists I have seen is about six or seven, although I believe Catch 22 has over twenty, with only a chapter or two dedicated to each, so I’m assuming it must have a very unique style to it. (Haven’t read it)

If you mean prominent characters that are frequently alongside the main character- ie, the Ron and Hermione to the Harry Potter- that gets a little more complicated. With any large cast, you want to make sure that no one’s purpose gets lost. Follow everyone’s arc through to the end, and make sure it makes sense in the plot. It can get really difficult.

Personally, I keep track of arcs by writing them out separately and keeping the lists as a sort of check list to make sure everyone gets properly covered. I think it helps to have a sort of web or time line drawn out to help you keep track of how everyone’s arcs connect. It’s color coded. I’m organized like that.

I also like to keep my characters and arcs organized by “grouping” them. Often you’ll find in your large-cast stories that not everyone interacts with everyone else a whole lot. There are certain characters that interact with each other more often, and they sort of have their own group. For example, Character A is on a team with four other characters, and that team has their own conflicts and arcs going on. Character B is also part of a club with five other characters, with their own goals and conflicts and such. But, they occasionally overlap- not everyone, but just a few. Character A and Character B are best friends, and maybe another character is on both the team and the club, and maybe Character A’s sister is also part of the club, and Character B is dating part of the team, and so on. That means Character A’s sister interacts with A and the club, and Character B’s significant other interacts with A and the team as well as B.

(I hope that made sense- it’s easy to see how quickly large casts can get confusing.)

And for some general tips:

One, introduce them with some spacing. If you bring in all of them at once, it can be really confusing. If you do meet them all at once, at least let each one have a moment to shine so the reader can get to know them a little bit, as early on as possible, so that your audience comes to care for them immediately and look forward to seeing them in the rest of the story.

Two, make the introduction of the main characters stand out compared to the background characters, so that your audience can easily tell who is going to be important.

Three, watch the names. Similar names are destined for mix-ups.

Four, make sure everyone has a “job.” Of course you want all your important characters to have more than one trait, but it’s okay if there is something they are known by- for example, on a spy team you might have a leader, a hacker, a get away artist, etc.

In summary: No, there is no law anywhere saying that You May Have Exactly 17 Main Characters Maximum. But be mindful of possible confusion, and make sure that every single character serves a purpose and traits that are distinct from the others. Regularly check in and ask yourself whether on not this character is actually serving a purpose in the story. You want each one to be memorable, distinct, and fully realized by the end of the story.

Questions like this are interesting and I’m sorry that I can only give you a vague answer. There is no steadfast guideline here, and even if their was, writers break rules all the time. All I can really say is, try to stay organized, and frequently check back and re-read to make sure it doesn’t seem too overwhelming. If you have someone who is willing to read or critique your stories, one of the most helpful questions you can ask is “if you have to axe one character, who would it be?”. The answer can be very telling in some cases.

I hope that helped in some way. You’re the captain of this ship. The success of your voyage and crew is entrusted to you. You’ll do fine.

~Penemue

#characters #plot #answered asks #thebonnielassofyvie #large casts #not sure what yvie is but i love the term bonnie lass #any way #writing tips

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