Finished version of the lineart I did for an AU where the Overwatch crew is involved in a very competitive beauty pageant for kids featuring top competitors, D.Va and Sombra. Here’s D.Va and her fussy pageant dad, Jack “Dad 76″ Morrison. Will probably add a BG once I finish the other part which is Team Reaper. More info about this AU on the lineart post.
Need to practice drawing frills since it took me awhile to figure out how to color Hana’s dress, lol.
Prompt:You seem so invincible. But just touch you and you’ll wince. You have secrets and trust no one. You’re the perfect example of betrayal. Because anyone you’ve ever trusted broke you. Thrust into a new world, will you be able to stay alone, or will Bellamy work his way in.
A/N: Thank you all again for the feedback. i am absolutely so excited to write this series, and have future parts planned already. It’s just so much fun to write and I thoroughly enjoy being able to look back at the first seasons. As well as with season four ending, i’m gonna need some 100 still in my life and this is the perfect way to do so. I also made this chapter SUPER LONG, three episodes mainly for you guys and the long waits between chapters but also because I want to finish off the season by combining the two finales.
I have about fourteen or so more days of school and then some finals, after that I will able to post much more on this account in general. More parts and more requests! :)
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Based off of: The 100 01x09, 01x10 and 01x011
Warnings: mention of violence.
“My friends, this is a historic unity day. Every year we mark the moment our ancestors of the twelve stations joined to form the Ark, but this time is the last time we do so aboard her. Next year, on the ground.”
“Right, after we did all the work.” Standing beside Raven, you looked over at Miller and rolled your eyes at his snarky remark. Though the whole of it was true, that didn’t stop the fact that you were happy the Ark was being sent to the ground. Kane… not so much. But you were happy that the civilians of the Ark are being given a chance. “Someone shut him up.”
“You shut up Miller.” You snapped back, crossing your arms.
“No one’s forcing you to watch, Miller.” Raven backed you up. Turning to her, you sent her a grateful look for having your back. She only smiled, her eyes gazing back on the live-feed of Jaha.
“For ninety-seven years, we have eked out an existence hoping that someday our descendants would return to earth…”
“Didn’t peg you as the type to be supportive of Unity Day.” Raven commented from beside you. Tearing your gaze from the video, you let your eyes fall on Raven who was a few inches taller than you. You smiled shyly at her, shrugging your shoulders.
Truthfully with your past, you most definitely shouldn’t love Unity Day or want to celebrate the beginning of the Ark. The Ark nor anyone on the Ark has ever given you the hope or the admiration of the Ark to do so, but there was something so amazing about the way the day lifted spirits.
“I shouldn’t.” You complied, looking back at Jaha. “I definitely shouldn’t actually. But when I was a little girl, my father stressed and I mean stressed that I be one of the pageant kids. He had it set up that i’d be the one to give the speech, it was the most fun i’ve ever had.” You laughed lightly at the memory, a fond look coming over your face. Life at that moment was so wonderful. “My mother actually had been the one to dress me up and sit with me while I rehearsed my lines.”
You didn’t hear Raven respond, confused you turned to her only to be faced with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen on her. “That’s so cute.” She gushed and you blinked, blushing slightly. Suddenly serious, she turned curious eyes on you; “are you excited for your family to come down?” She asked, pointing to the sky.
A frown crossed your features. Thinking back to your mother, a image of your father popped up in your mind. “No… I-I” You turned to Raven, only for all excitement that had previously been there to be absolutely disappeared. Concerned etched onto your features, and furrowing your brows, you leaned into her view and followed her eyes where you found Finn and Clarke. A solemn look crossed your features.
“I’m fine.” She interrupted, touching your arm lightly. You gave her a questioning glance; “I’m fine, Y.N. I promise.”
“Whoo! Yeah!” Jasper’s cheering echoed throughout the camp. Looking over the crowd of people you saw him with again the brightest smile on his lips you’ve seen for days and he held a container over his head. “Monty strikes again! We’ll call this batch Unity juice! Who’s thirsty?” You let a smile slip over your lips as the crowd of people huddled around Jasper, all cheering for some moon-shine.
You followed the crowd, making your way over to Finn who looked unimpressed. Turning your head, you saw a figure run by and squinting you discovered the figure to be Octavia. Seeing her run out of camp, you furrowed your brows in confusion until you realized that Lincoln had somehow escaped previously.
Looking over at Finn, he made eye contact with you; “did you see that?”
“Yeah.” He responded, eyes squinting. “Yeah, I did.”
You hadn’t seen Octavia since she left, and apparently Finn had been as curious as you when he tried to get you to help him follow her. Though you’d declined because of the fact that you thought nothing of it. You had seen the way Octavia had looked at the grounder, Lincoln, and you could tell by the way he didn’t hesitate to save her. They loved each other, or at least they really cared for each other.
If she wanted to sneak off and see him, you definitely weren’t going to stop her. You admired the kind of dedication they had for each other.
Plus, why would you wanna miss the party that had started. Looking around you, a bright smile graced your features as you stared at the litter of children stand around, drinking, talking or playing games. It was a rare sight to see everyone so relaxed and care free.
It almost made you love Unity Day even more. Looking around, you caught sight of Bellamy standing watch, your eyes also caught a head of blonde leaving his side. You walked passed Clarke, as you still felt slightly peeved at her for what she had done. Though you offered her a small smile when she sent you a hesitant one. You knew you didn’t have a right to hold a grudge at her, but you hated the way she had dug into your life which clearly wasn’t hers to meddle in.
Shaking your head, you continued your way on to Bellamy. When you reached him, you sent him a soft smile. “Hey, why aren’t you partying?” You asked teasingly his way. He smiled, taking a bite out of his apple as he shook his head.
“Like I told Clarke, i’ll have my fun when the grounders come.” He smirked. You shook your head, swallowing the lump in your throat; “what did she want anyway?”
“Nothing much, i just told her to have some fun.” Bellamy explained, his eyes fell on you and letting his gaze fall across you. “Which you should as well.” He reprimanded teasingly. You laughed, bringing the can of water to your lips, peering over the tip of the can. You shook her head, “nope.”
He raised an eyebrow, “no?”
“I’m not a fun drunk.”
“Oh? And you’d know this… how?” He asked, his eyes falling on the sky in thought. “Haven’t you been in solitary for like three years?” He asked, shaking his head at you.
“Four.” You corrected, giving him a look. “But you don’t know the trouble I use to get into on the Ark. Let’s just say, nearly set my room on fire.”
Bellamy’s gaze fell on you, with a unconvinced look he looked curious at you. “Really? You?”
You smiled wildly, remembering that day. “Yup.” You nodded cheekily, “I was a trouble-maker.”
“Hmm,” he grumbled. A quizzical look on his face, after a moment of silence he suddenly chuckled. Tossing the apple in the air, he easily caught it and sardonically looked your way. “What a rebel.” You openly gaped at him, surprised that he could actually be so teasing, you had to hold in your laugh. Feigning hurt, you reprimanded him; “don’t mock me. I was a real badass.”
He shook his head, “oh. I’m sure.”
“Hey!” You yelled, slapping his shoulder. Your laughter died down slowly as you both looked fondly over the crowd of people. Sighing, you moved to walk away but not before looking back at him and smirking teasingly at him. “Well I think i’m gonna go see if Raven needs my help. Don’t watch too hard.” You slyly commented. He rolled his eyes, “don’t work too hard.” He replied honestly. You nodded half-assed before walking off and making your way to Raven’s tent.
“Hey. Hey! There you are.” Looking up from the bullets, you turned your head to the entrance only to see Jasper. He wobbled slightly on his feet and was obviously at the least tipsy. “And Y/N! Awesome, i’ve always wanted to see you out of the professional facade.”
“What are you talking about Jasper?” You asked, cutting his drawl short. Setting down the bullet you’d been working on, you fully turned to the drunk boy and gave Raven a look. She shrugged her shoulders, shaking her head in frustration.
“Alright, listen. We’e playing drunkball. I bet Monroe my teams gonna win the Unity Day title,” smiling he set down a cup of alcohol in Raven’s hand. She sent him a tight-lipped smile and you had to bite your lip from smiling wildly. “I know you zero-g mechs had crazy hand-eye coordination skills, so, huh?” He offered, smiling wildly at Raven he turned to you; “and i’d just love to have you on my team Y/N.” He smiled cheekily at you.
You shook your head amused at his ‘smooth’ ways, “what do you think?” He asked, his eyes falling on the bullets before you two. Raven turned to set down the cup he’d offered her and you followed her, turning back to the table. “It’s gotta be more fun then what you’re doing.”
“We’re checking the gun-powder in these rounds, so that if the grounders try to kill us all maybe we get a few shots before hand.” Raven explained, you silently nodding along with her.
“Hmm. That’s intense.” Jasper commented. You laugh lightly at his comment, sending him a look that told him he wasn’t wrong. He shrugged his shoulders at you, and you shook your head before turning back to the table. “You sure you know what you’re doing?”
“Pretty sure, Jasper.” You responded. Sudden, a small explosion echoed beside you, with wide eyes you turned to Raven yelled damnit out in pain. You opened your mouth in shock, moving to help her but she gently shoved your hand off.
“You guys maybe need a hand after you know, nearly blew one off?” Jasper asked, walking more closely to the both of you. You sat back down in your seat, letting Raven take this one. You didn’t know much about what you were doing, you were mainly just following Raven’s orders and once she told you you were a natural, you just continued to help.
You weren’t much of a partier as you told Bellamy, so keeping your hands busy was a more sufficient way of keeping away from boredom.
“No one’s a better mechanic.” Jasper explained holding up his hands. You focused back on their conversation when his eyes fell on you. He smiled cockily, “but this requires a chemist. How’d you do in chemistry class Raven?” She sighed, rolling her eyes. Jasper smiled brightly; “mmm well the fates are smiling upon you today, my friend. I was great in chemistry.” Defeated, Raven handed Jasper over a bullet. You watched curious as he brought it up to his nose and sniffed. “Oh! Nope. Oh, this is gassed off. Pretty sure it’s acidic smell means gunpowder’s degraded.”
You sighed, placing your head in your hands as you sighed frustrated. “Better start a dud pile.” Raven commented, dropping the bullet away.
“You know, when my parents get here, they can mix us up some new gunpowder.” Jasper started reminscing. You watched with a hint of jealousy as he looked onward fondly at the memory of his parents. “My dads gonna flip for this scrap metal. “My kingdom for a soda can,” heh. That’s what he always use to say. What about you guys? Got any family?”
Your smiled fell and falling silent, you watched as Raven shook her head, looking down at the table. “Nope. Just Finn.”
“You? Y/N?” Looking up, you found Jasper’s eyes on you and you realized he was asking you. Biting your lip, you sighed heavily. “Not really. Mom’s… d-dead. Dad doesn’t like me very much.” You explained, the sudden realization that besides the little bit of information you’d told Bellamy you’d never really talked about your family before. It was always something you hated to talk about, but there was something about the people you were around that made you feel as if you were in a safe place to explain.
“Well…” Jasper started, the clear awkwardness he felt evident in his voice; “we’ve all got each other now, right?” You looked up at him, smiling.
“Yeah… yeah we do.”
“Jasper, you’re coming with me.” A sudden deep voice entered the tent. Turning you found Bellamy making his way in, a small smile on his lips when he found you. You immediately noticed the gun in his hand, and with wide eyes listened closely to his conversation.
“I am?” Jasper asked.
“You handled yourself well in the cave with the grounder.” Bellamy moved forward, lightly pushing past Jasper to grab some bullets. Grabbing his wrists, you stopped his effectively as his gaze fell on you. “If you’re planning on shooting anything, you better think twice. We haven’t check those yet.”
“Give me some bullets that work then.” Bellamy responded, you ignored the way he responded so quickly and rather quite rudely. “What do you need them for?” You were quick to respond, looking up at him.
“Her boyfriends being an idiot.” Bellamy explained, nodding his head over to Raven as he turned to her. You let go of his wrist, leaning against the table as you listened closely to the conversation. Raven grabbed some working bullets, smacking them against his chest, “i’m coming with you.” She declared.
“We should get Clarke.”
“Clarke’s… with Finn isn’t she?” Raven asked. Bellamy didn’t exactly respond but with the look he gave you all, you figured Raven understood. They all stood up, filing out of the tent. Reluctantly, you looked at one of the guns, thinking over. You didn’t want to leave your friends if they were to be in danger or if they were already in danger and you’d never strayed away from helping your friends before. Sighing, you grabbed the gun, quickly catching up to Bellamy and co.
Once he realized that you’d followed behind, he stopped, turning to you and grabbing your arm. You looked up at him, confused as he stared down clearly concerned for you. Bellamys eyes fell on the gun in your hand as you tried not to shake it. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I’m not gonna leave our friends, you, to die.” You stressed, pacing on your feet nervously. “I’ve got this. I’ll-I’ll be fine.”
“Ground princess looks pissed.” You commented.
“Our princess has that effect.” You ignored the stab that seemed to hit you, as you couldn’t describe exactly what you felt at the mention of his nickname. Shaking your head, you lifted your gun and using the view-point you watched nervously as Clarke seemingly chatted with some sort of leader of the grounders.
“Oh, no. This is bad.” Jasper suddenly panicked from beside you. Placing wide eyes on you, you asked; “what?”
Bellamy turned towards the both of you as well as Raven and whispering in a slight hush, he spat at Jasper; “what the hell are talking about?” He repeated your question. Jasper raised his gun to his eyes, looking around the forest around you all; “there’s grounders in the trees.”
You all raised your guns, but you furrowed your brows when you found nothing. Turning to Jasper, you shook your head. “Are you sure?”
“I don’t see any.” Bellamy commented, and you nodded mindlessly. You watched Jasper once again as he looked around the forest, suddenly his face contorted into panic and you were a second too late when he lurched forward and suddenly yelled; “there gonna shoot Clarke! Run!” He screamed aloud, alerting everyone of your guys presence.
“Run!” He repeated, raising his gun as he started shooting. Your breath left you as the bullets fired and trying to keep calm, you tried to call his name in order to stop him. He didn’t listen though as he continued to shoot. Bellamy and Raven were quick to follow as they begun shooting. Bellamy’s eyes fell on your for a split second, and shaking your head you felt him give you the encouragement you needed in order to step out of the cover of the trees.
Raising your own gun, you ignored the way your hands shook and begin pressing down on the trigger. You managed to hit one grounder as they fell to the ground. You ignored the way your heart sped up rapidly, you hadn’t had to kill anyone since… Taking one moment of shock was a mistake, when an arrow flew past your leg and lightly grazed your calve. You grunted, dropping your gun as you grabbed your leg in pain. The edge of the arrow caught in your leg and biting your lip you were quick to pull the arrow out of your leg, grunting softly in pain.
You fell back into the cover of the trees as you looked at the blood that covered your hand, you were lucky you realized that it hadn’t actually pierced your skin and it had only managed to peel your skin apart.
You tried to get up on your own, wanting to be able to follow the rest as they began running away. You let out a sigh of relief when two arms wound around your waist and you were hefted against someones side. Turning your head, you looked at Bellamy who sent a reassuring smile your way. “Thank you.” You panted against him.
“We need to run and fast. Can you help me?” Bellamy asked, you nodded, picking yourself up as you began to pick up the speed in your legs.
You all continued to run, holding on tightly to Bellamy. You ignored the pain in your leg as you noticed Finn, Clarke and Octavia catch up to you all. It wasn’t long before you all reached the gates of your safe-place. Panting you softly pushed away from Bellamy, nodding a thanks but he only shook his head tightening his grip on you as you nearly stumbled over in pain. Shaking your head, you reluctantly let him help you.
Your gaze fell on Finn when he glared up at Bellamy, Bellamy seemed to have noticed as well as he turned onto Finn. “You got something to say?”
“Yeah. I told you no guns!” Finn yelled, stressing his point as he pointed to all of your guns.
“I told you we couldn’t trust the grounders, I was right.” Clarke defended.
“Why didn’t you tell me what you were up to?” Raven asked, yelling.
“I tried but you were too busy making bullets.” Finn yelled at her. Suddenly angry that he would yell at her like that, you moved forward, Bellamy quick to help you as you turned angrily on Finn. “You’re lucky she brought that! Or else you and everyone you decided to put in danger would be dead!”
“You don’t know that!” He shouted back at you, “Jasper fired the first shot!”
“You ruined everything.” Octavia commented. Mouth gaping openly, you turned to her shocked as she turned around heading to the gate but not without shooting you a glare on her way. Baffled by her turn of feelings on you, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You didn’t want to kill them but they were clearly there to kill your friends. You hated death but you’d rather have them dead than have your friends dead if there’s no other way.
You shot Jasper an sympathetic look when he yelled; “I saved you!” Shaking his head, he laughed begrudgingly and walked after Octavia. “You’re welcome”.
“Well if we weren’t already at war, we sure as hell are now.” Finn sighed, turning to Clarke, “you didn’t have to trust the grounders. You just had to trust me.” He walked off and shaking your head, you looked at your leg, moaning suddenly when a shot of pain travelled through your foot. “Woah. Y/N, you okay?” Bellamy asked, grabbing your waist as you nearly toppled over.
“Okay. Okay. Let’s get that bandaged.” A sudden explosion sounded and all three of you turned up at the sky as an object seemingly flew down. You looked up, your face twisted in pain as you all watched the ship fly down with curiosity.
“The exodus ship?” You asked, confusion evident in your gaze.
“Your mom’s early.” Bellamy commented, smiling down at Clarke. You ignored the gaze and looking up, you followed the exodus ship thinking your father is definitely on that. A hopeless feeling filled within you as you shook your head, you didn’t want him down. Though you were somewhat happy Clarke’s mom was able to come down, the dread that filled within you overpowered..
“Wait. Too fast. No parachute?” Clarke suddenly asked, a panicked echo coming over her voice. You stepped back in pain but watched as the ship flew down and suddenly an explosion echoed beside you. Opening your mouth in utter fear, you watched the smoke evaporated from where the ship had crashed. You let your gaze fall on Clarke as she gasped in distress. She took a step back in shock and with wide, guilty eyes you looked up at Bellamy.
He only shook his head.
“You don’t really know what you’re made of until it’s kill or be killed. And there’s nothing between you and the tip of the spear.” You rolled your eyes at Jasper surrounded by a group of some of the hundred as he told his ‘hero’ story of how he saved everyone. You appreciated Jasper and you felt bad for him after everything that happened the day before but this was near too much.
It was amusing. But what was he gonna do the next time someone needed his help and he froze? You had faith in him but setting himself up this high is a dangerous and risky move. Turning your head to Monty, who you sat beside, you sighed; “okay. This has to stop.” Just as you went to jump down from your seat, Monty grabbed your arm, stopping you as you turned to him in confusion.
“C’mon.” He gestured over to Jasper; “let us have this.”
Furrowing your brows, you looked over at Monty. “Us?”
“Look at him. The boy is a folk hero. They even gave us a bigger tent.” Monty smiled as he looked over at Jasper proudly. Looking at him, you decided not to move but your heart sped up when a sudden clatter echoed. This time you actually did jump off onto your feet, quietly groaning when you landed on your bandaged leg wrong. Monty’s hand fell on your arm again, “woah. Y/N be careful.”
“Somebody hit the trip wire!” Connor yelled. You turned to Monty giving him a reassuring smile as you headed quick to the gates. Octavia fell in beside you and with guarded eyes you watched her gaze fall on something, you followed her line of vision when you found a flower. You shook your head.
Gun shots fired and you turned your head to the two men on watch. “Think i got him.” One of them said, “let’s go.” Connor ordered, you stepped forward quick to follow behind them.
“Lincoln.” You heard Octavia whisper, and with narrowed eyes you turned to her. She stepped forward as if to follow you three out but you placed your hand on her shoulder. “I think you should stay back.”
“Oh? And who are you to-”
“Because I know why you want out there and i’m telling you, it isn’t him. Lincoln isn’t stupid enough to be caught on one of our trip wires.” You explained, looking at her. She finally looked at you, her gaze softening when she realized you were right. Stepping back, she eased and you quickly caught up to Connor as they exited camp through the gates.
You ran up ahead of them, concerned on who it was. You weren’t sure why, but you knew the people you lived with now and even if they were your friends they didn’t hesitate one bit to kill or be ruthless to those they thought untrustworthy. At least this point, if the person you found deserved even just a chance then maybe you could help convince your people do so. “Hey, slow down!” Connor called behind you, his feet picking up speed as he tried to catch up to you; “Y/N be careful!”
Coming to a tree, you could see a faint figure on the ground. Though you weren’t sure who it was yet, it was very clearly a male, and by their stature and how he laid on the ground in seemly pain you felt your heart sped up in worry. Taking slow cautious steps, you crouched down ever so slightly, your hand coming out before you to touch the man, though when you did he immediately flinched, jumping away.
You squinted trying to see who it was, then as you deciphered who the figure was, you felt your breath catch in your throat and your heart practically stop. You never thought you’d see him again and you certainly didn’t want to. “Murphy?”
“Where is he?” You barely paid mind to Bellamy’s voice behind you, instead your eyes stuck on Murphy who was curled into a fragile position. Your eyes were set into a glare and your lips stuck in a grim line, you weren’t sure what to make of him being back here.
Suddenly, being pulled from your thoughts you heard Bellamy’s footsteps echo beside you as he stopped just next to you. You glanced at him but your eyes almost subconsciously flew back to Murphy, you still weren’t trusting of him. “Everyone but Connor, Derek and… Y/N out. Now!” Bellamy ordered, you didn’t really pay mind to his order because even if he hadn’t ordered you to stay, you would’ve.
“He claims he was with the grounders.”
“We caught him trying to sneak back into camp.”
“I wasn’t sneaking. I was running from the grounders.” Murphy’s quiet voice finally spoke, looking up at you. You glared at him, memories flooding your mind as you remembered when you’d first gone down to earth and how rude and disrespectful he’d been to you. Though you knew he didn’t deserve the punishment he had received for a death he hadn’t even committed, you still held a certain resentment towards him.
“You see grounders, Y/N?” Bellamy asked, turning to you. Looking up at him, you shook your head giving him his answer.
“Well, in that case-”
“Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?” Finn interrupted, his hand shooting over towards Bellamy as he slapped the gun out of Bellamy’s hand. You silently agreed that maybe shooting Murphy wasn’t the best idea, but you said nor did anything and rather continue keeping your eyes on him. There was something fishy about the way he’d come back. He was clearly with the grounders, the marks and scars on him proved so, but what you just couldn’t understand was why they let him go.
“We were clear what would happen if he came back.” Bellamy argued, raising his gun again. Suddenly, a realization came to mind and jumping in front of Bellamy’s gun, you held your hand at your sides. “Wait.”
“Y/N please don-”
“No. No. I don’t trust him Bellamy, but if he was with the grounders, he might have information that can help us.”
“Help us?” Bellamy asked, shaking his head in shock at you. “We hanged him. We banished him and now we’re gonna kill him. Come on Y/N, get out of the way.”
“No Y/N’s right,” Clarke defended you. Stepping forward towards Murphy.
“Like hell she is,” Bellamy argued, raising his voice; “Clarke. Think about Charlotte.”
“I am.” She spat back, crouching near Murphy. “But what happened to Charlotte is as much our fault as it is his.” She mumbled, picking up Murphy’s hand and viewing the bloody hand. “He’s not lying. His fingernails are torn off, they tortured him.”
“If they had him. If they were torturing them, why the hell did they send him back?” You asked, stepping forward. You couldn’t believe anyone hasn’t thought of this yet, there must be an alter-motive. “I mean, we’re at war. They could’ve used him as leverage.” You explained, though your people may not care for Murphy, they wouldn’t have known that.
“Yeah. We’re at war. What did you even tell them?” Bellamy asked, looking at Murphy. You sighed as they ignored your question. Turning to Murphy, you waited for his reply, hesitant to hear his answer.
You took a deep breath inside, you almost felt like your heart would leap out of your throat. Turning to Bellamy, you stood so you were just before his chest, slightly off to the side. “Once he’s better, we figure out what he knows, and then he’s out of here, okay?” You asked, looking Bellamy in the eye.
“What if he refuses to leave? What do we do with him then?”
“Then we kill him.”
You felt ill; nothing felt right at all. But you ignored it best you could as things needed to get done. With the new presence of Murphy and the grounder’s declaring war on you all, there wasn’t anytime for you to be lazing around because you felt a little under weather.
Turning to the fire, you wiped the sweat off of your forehead and dropped a log into the fire. It was only day time, but you all needed to keep warm. Despite the sweat you felt littering your forehead, your arms and body felt unusually cold. You put more pressure on your right leg, as your left leg was still bandaged because of the wound.
Pressing your jacket tighter against you, you tried to stay stable on your feet as the world grew wobbly and you felt as if your feet couldn’t hold your weight. You took a step back, stumbling slightly as you tried to stay focused.
“Y/N!” Bellamy’s voice echoed behind you, turning faster than you meant to, you panted when you saw Bellamy running towards you. He ran towards you, stopping just short of you as he grabbed your shoulders and his eyes searched your face. His eyes scanned everywhere and in bafflement you furrowed your brows, confused as to what he was doing. “Bellamy?” You questioned lightly.
“Murphy brought in a sickness with him, a battle tactic. How do you feel?” Bellamy asked hurriedly and you meant to answer, but you felt it suddenly too hard to speak. You felt your head and eyes grow heavier as Bellamy was the only thing keeping you stable. “Y/N?” He asked concerned, you blinking. “Y/N, your nose.” Bringing your hands up to your nose, you looked back to find blood. Staring at Bellamy with sudden fear you sob, “Bellamy…”
Suddenly all strength left you and you felt your body falling, Bellamy was quick though as he slipped his arms underneath your knees and back. He hefted you up, quickly making his way over to the drop-ship.
He brought you in, Clarke already beside you. Quickly, with wide panicked and concerned eyes, Bellamy set you down on a makeshift hammock. He let go of you gently but fell beside you as Clarke grabbed a clothe to wipe the blood from your nose. You looked over at her with a vulnerableness she’d never seen in your eyes before, and smiling reassuringly she brushed your hair back. “You need to rest.” She reassured, turning to Bellamy. He nodded.
“I’ll watch after her.” Clarke handed over the wet clothe to Bellamy, him setting it down against your forehead. Dread filled his gaze as you looked over at him for support. “Bell…” Despite the moment, he stared baffled at the nickname that slip passed your lips. You hadn’t realized what you said and panted; “Bell… i’m scared.”
He hadn’t seen you so frightened since that day at the depot and he wished he’d never have to see that look of fright on your face again. Smiling softly at you, he nodded; “you’ll be okay. You just need to sleep.” He went to stand up; “I’ll grab you some water. Then I need you to sleep okay?”
“Wait.” You called in panic, grabbing his hand. He froze at your touch, his head turning back to you. With trembling lips and a pale face, you held fast onto his much larger hand. “Bellamy. I-I need to tell you something.” He remained silent, thinking over his decisions, before he kneeled back down next you. Nodding at you, he held your hand back. “Kane… Marcus Kane is my d-dad. I’ve been too afraid to tell you, since he’s the man who ruined your life b-but… please. I never meant any harm to you.”
Though the new information took him by surprise, Bellamy didn’t falter in his reassurance and instead continued to rub his thumb over your clammy hand. “It’s okay, Y/N. Like I said, you’re not a murderer.”
“When I get better, if you’re still he-”
Standing up from your seat with renowned strength, you made your way over to Murphy and Bellamy. Kneeling next to Murphy, you sent a small smile his way, still quiet nervous around him and grabbing the cup of water from his hands you said; “here. I’ve got this.”
Murphy complied, handing you the cup and standing up. You sat beside Bellamy, your hand stretching over and handing him the cup of water, he easily accepted it compared to when Murphy had offered. “You feeling better?” Bellamy asked, his eyes scanning over your fragile body.
“Yeah.” You whispered, smiling small and nodding.
Hugging yourself, you leaned into yourself more, leaning your head against your knees. “You seen Octavia?” He asked, thinking back you realized how much she done throughout the night and with a reassuring glance you explained; “she was up all night helping people. Murphy gave her a break.”
“Don’t tell me you trust him.” Bellamy mumbled, looking over at you.
“Trust? No,” you were quick to shake your head, stunned that he would even think that. “I do believe people deserve second chances though.”
“It’s almost dawn.” He stated and you remembered of the mission that everyone not sick had been given. You wished you could’ve helped instead of being helplessly sick and inside the dropship all day. But you had faith… well slight faith at least. More like hope. “We better get everyone inside. If we lock the doors, maybe the grounders will think we’re not home.”
“Not everyone’s sick.”
“Sick is better than dead.” Bellamy snapped back.
“You don’t think Finn and Jasper are gonna pull it off.”
“Do you?” Sighing, you realized that he was right. You gave him a cold look, shaking your head. You should really learn to have more faith in your friends but maybe some other day. Clapping your hands against your knees, you straightened out, heading towards the drop-ship door. “I’ll get everyone inside.”
“Hey! Bellamy!” You called, running towards Bellamy. Upon hearing his name, he turned around from whatever he had been doing, his face softening when he saw it was only you. Reaching him, you stopped just next to him, panting slightly, your eyes fell on his gun that was strapped to his side and then across those around you who also held guns at their side.
You had yet to grab one yourself, though Bellamy had many times told you to do so over the past few days. After healing from being sick and your leg wound sealing up again, you’d learned, thankfully, that Jasper, Finn and Raven had been able to complete the mission for the bridge. Ever since then, the knowing fact without even having to say it, that the grounders were coming. But despite the fear and despite the nagging, you refused to carry around a weapon.
You’d use it if need be, but you wouldnt flaunt around with it.
“Your leg any better?” Bellamy asked, looking over at you.
“Uh- yeah. Any sight of the grounders?” You asked, concern etching into your features. Bellamy shook his head no, a focused look on his face, crossing your arms over your chest, you sighed. This whole situation was just sucky, for lack of better word, and there wasn’t a day where you didn’t live in fear. “Who would’ve thought, when we came down that we’d be fighting our own people.” You shook your head, dread filling within you.
A hand fell on your shoulder and snapping your head up you saw Bellamy smiling somewhat reassuringly at you; “it’ll be okay.”
You laughed dryly, “I find it hard to believe that.”
“We’ll defeat them. Jasper may be able to create new gunpowder and with that Raven will be able to create landmines. I only wish she could make about a thousand more of those bombs and I could set loose on their land.” Bellamy remarked, sighing frustrated. Upon your look of disagreement, Bellamy shrugged. “It’s what they’d do to us.”
Reluctantly, you nodded. “I know… it’s just… we’re on our own for this. No ones coming down to save us.” You whispered, anxiously shaking your head. Bellamy said nothing but looked down to the ground, silently agreeing with your statement. Suddenly, remembering the secret you’d shared with him just a few days ago, your eyes widened. “Bellamy…”
“About my father-”
“Y/N we’ve been through this. It’s fine.” Bellamy responded, “I do not care who your father is.”
“But my father was the one who arrested your mother…”
Bellamy’s eyes widened, and shocked he looked over at you. No one but he knew of the fact that your father was the one who put the handcuffs on his mother, “how do you?”
“Because I was there…” You whispered. Terrified of his reaction, you hesitated looking at him but you regretted the minute you did so. Betrayal etched into his features, as he stared down at you in bewilderment. You, immediately reading his facial expression, you panicked and reaching your hand forward to grabbed his shoulder. You jumped, startled when he pushed your hand away. “Bellamy,” you started. “You have to believe, I didn’t want, I-I didn’t know-”
“Whoa! Guys fire!” You heard in the distance, Bellamy’s attention was immediately brought upon the camp. You tried to grab onto his arm but he ran forward, and sighing, knowing you’d screwed up, you ran forward as well, his widening when you saw the wild fire that had started in the meat house. Shaken up, you watched as Bellamy grab Octavia and pull her away from the fire.
You begin helping out by shoving buckets of water on the fire.
“This is all your fault.” You head Murphy grunt, standing up as he stalked towards one of the hundred. “We told you it was too much wood.”
“Get the hell away from me!”
“Whoa! Whoa!” You called, running towards Murphy. Grabbing him, you tried to pull him away but he only shoved you back. Grunting, you stumbled over your feet but caught yourself before you fell. You stared in bafflement at Murphy’s back.
You watched Bellamy run by you, effectively able to stop the fight. Turning to Murphy, Bellamy called: "save it for the grounders!”
“Well, now what the hell are we gonna do?” Octavia suddenly bellowed, catching Bellamy’s attention. “That was all our food.”
“Each group takes someone with a gun.” Holding a gun close to your chest, you stared at the file of the people walk by as they sorted themselves in groups. After everything with Bellamy, you realized you didn’t really have anyone to go with. “And they’re for killing grounders, not food. We don’t have the ammo. Use the spears for hunting. Get what you can, be back by nightfall. No one stays after nightfall.”
You stared pitifully at those around you, suddenly realizing how singled out you were in this group. Suddenly, a hand fell on your shoulder, and startled, you turned to find Clarke. You held back an eye roll as she smiled at you. “Got a partner?”
You went to decline but looking around at the people around you, all ready to go. You sighed. “no.”
She smiled; “great! I’ll get some gear.” She said, walking forward. You watched with curious eyes as Finn walked beside her. You stayed slightly behind, thinking that they would like to go by themselves. You sighed once again, turning to walk away before a hand grabbed your wrist. Turning you found Clarke again.
“Where you going?”
You looked back at Finn, who awkwardly stood at a distance away from you both. You hadn’t really talked to him or gotten along with him since the whole grounder shoot out thing. It felt tense. “I was about to go, I thought you’d like to go alone with Finn.”
“I asked you, remember?” She reminded you, falling in step beside you. Finn stayed slightly behind and you turned to her, confused on why she was so intrigued with going with you. Seemingly catching what you were thinking, she looked over at you, smiling ever so slightly. “I want to apologize, about the whole thing with your father.”
Nodding, you remained silent. Thinking back to that moment, despite the anger you’d felt this entire time, you knew it was such a silly thing to get so upset over. “So, i’m sorry.” She whispered, leaning in closer to you. Turning to look at her, you sighed when you saw her give you the best smile she could and shaking your head slightly at the desperate look on her face, you held down a laugh.
“It’s all good. It was a stupid thing to get so upset about anyway.” Her smile brightened further, and bumping you slightly she laughed.
“Found something?” You asked, looking down at the crouched figure of Finn. He didn’t turned back, instead opting to continue tracing the tracks that they had discovered. “Yeah. Boar.” He replied.
Holding the gun tighter in your hands, you looked around the forest, cautious of grounders. Being out here was extremely stupid and dangerous but you knew that you guys needed to find food. You would’ve stayed back, you weren’t a hunter and you definitely didn’t like having to hold a gun, but anything was better than staying back at camp when Bellamy was upset with you.
You should’ve never told him that you were there when they arrested his mother. It wasn’t as if you’d done anything yourself, but you knew that it would hurt him to know that at one point you had even maybe been like Kane. Before everything happened, there was a possibility that you had been. Kane was trying to teach you the ways of the Ark and going around, helping him enforce the law was just one of those ways.
You felt bad, but he needed to know the truth. No matter how long Bellamy decided to stay mad at you.
“What is it?” You heard Clarke ask Finn in concern. Seeing them both crouched down, you followed after them as they had stepped away and looked down at the tracks before you.
“These tracks.” Finn explained, baffled.
“Too perfect.” You commented, holding your gun higher as you stared around you in panic.
“We’re the ones being hunted.” Standing up, you held your gun up to your face, using the gun to look around. You furrowed your brows when you found nothing but trees and vast open spaces, you had a good feeling they were there, but the question was where.
“I don’t see anything.” You report to them, not setting down your gun and instead continuing to look around you.
Suddenly, before you could even do anything to defend yourself, there was a sharp pain in your shoulder. You grunted, bellowing out in pain and you fell back to the ground. You saw a arrow fly by your head as you fell but could only pay attention to the pain you felt in your shoulder.
You let go of your gun, your hands falling to your shoulder as you squeezed the wound painfully. “Y/N!” You heard Clarke yell your name, as she almost immediately fell to your side. With tearful eyes, you looked over at her desperate. “It hurts…” You whispered, your hands clenching against the wound. Clarke grabbed you trying to help you before Finn fell to her side. “Clarke, come on, we’ve got to leave her.” Finn ordered.
Your heart spiked at the mention of them leaving you, but knowing the situation, you couldn’t blame him for going. Clarke’s tearful eyes fell on you, and shaking her head, she swallowed desperately. “No. No. She only came because of me!”
“Come on Clarke!” Finn yelled, grabbing Clarke’s shoulder.
Swallowing down the pain, you grabbed the hand that she set on you, and smiled weakly. Nodding, you told her; “go.”
“Just go!” You screamed, wanting them to leave before they died too, before you eyes. You couldn’t handle another dying because of your weakness, and shaking your head, you watched Finn grab her and yank her off of you. You closed your eyes before you could see the rest, panting in pain as you bit your lip from screaming out in pain.
Your eyes became too heavy and you felt yourself losing consciousness, panting you tried to stay away but it became to hard.
Groaning, you opened your eyes, turning to your side as you saw blurry figures before you. You blinked, trying to squint and figure out who it was. The figures came closer and you flinched in fear before you saw Raven’s familiar face. Turning you saw Octavia.
“Oh my god… Y/N.” Octavia whispered, setting down her gun and scooting closer to you. Raven fell beside you, grabbing your shoulder and bringing you closer to her. You grunted in pain, biting your lip from screaming as you held the arrow in your shoulder tightly. “Y/N I was so worried.” Raven panted next to you, checking your body for more injuries.
Despite the pain, you smiled up at Raven, “wasn’t I hit by an arrow just the other day?” You joked, a laugh grumbling out before it turned into a cough. She shook her head at you, slightly amused as she shushed you. You swallowed a lump in your throat and suddenly another figure fell over you, looking up you saw Bellamy.
“Bell…” You whispered in pain.
“Y/N, Clarke and Finn where are they?” She asked you, her voice coming out in a panicked urge. You grunted, “I-i…”
“Where are they?”
“Grounders took them…” You panted, “i’m sorry.”
“Take it easy.” Bellamy interrupted the conversation, pushing Raven out of the way gently. He grabbed your shoulder, looking down at you, “we’ve got to get her back to camp.”
“Bell, what about Finn and Clarke?”
Bellamy didn’t respond and suddenly you were lifted into his arms, much like the day you’d fallen ill. You grunted in pain as he lifted you up, but soon you felt comfort in his warm arms. You felt his hands tighten it’s grip on you, as he nodded at you, “Raven, i’m sorry.” You heard him say as he began walking away with you.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered in a daze, your head falling back. Bellamy leaned down, bringing your head forward so you were looking up at him again. His eyes found yours, and leaving no argument he whispered; “it’s not your fault. You’re not a murderer.”
“Thank you for finding me…"
“I’m gonna get you home okay?” He whispered, smiling down at you in fear. You found only concern in his eyes and despite the pain you felt and the fear of the fact that you’d almost been killed or left to die, you found comfort in his gaze. Comfort you hadn’t seen since the night at the depot. You smiled weakly back up at him, nodding. “You’re gonna be okay. I’m gonna keep you safe.”
i know this was supposed to be short, but i have thing with elongating stories, i’m sorry !! also sorry in advance for spelling mistakes. enjoy !
“so,” I said, plopping down on the couch in front of Y/N. Y/N looked up from her phone, slightly surprised to see me. But then she put away her phone and smiled warmly. “What’s up with you and Ten?”
Y/N looked taken back, a sour expression on her face. “What do you mean?” The expression gave it away; she was faking too much.
“I know you two have something.”
“It’s nothing,” Y/N finally confessed. “It was just a one time thing.” She shrugged and continued. “It was after his dance practice…”
Y/N walked down the hallway of the third floor, where NCT’s practice room was located. In her hand was a milkshake that she had proudly made all by herself. It was a DIY recipe she had read online and it turned out perfect, even Doyoung had asked her to write it down for him.
As Y/N passed the practice room, she could hear a groan. She retraced her steps and stood on on her tiptoes to look through the small window at the top of the door. Ten was sitting there on one of the sofas, his head buried in his hands. Concerned, Y/N knocked the door and walked inside.
“Are you alright?” she asked, approaching Ten. Ten looked up at her. His skin was glistening with sweat and his hair was stuck to his forehead and the sides of his face.
“Do I look alright?” he asked her, a sullen expression on his face. He must have been there for a long time. Y/N handed Ten her drink and he took it with utmost pleasure. “I just can’t get this one move right, its really stressing me out,” he said, taking a sip.
Here’s another pageant competitor “Sombra” (she only answers to this nickname to Gabriel’s frustrations) and her overenthusiastic dad, Gabriel “Reaper” Reyes. Gabriel’s not your typical pageant dad as he often takes “liberties” to gain an advantage, which is why he butts heads with pageant dad Jack who doesn’t like it. Despite how he acts, he’s a sweetheart around kids and often just gives in to his little “princesa”’s demands.
Haha, I learned a lot working on these pieces, especially with drawing and coloring…frills, it’s a learning process but I’m kinda getting the hang of it-? Sombra’s hair is part purple since it’s a pageant for kids so there’s some leeway, and also because it gives her an edge in the competition. Changed some parts of Gabriel’s outfit, since I realized that he’s probably the type who’ll just wear plain black and not give any f*ck about it. And again, no BG…will add once I think of one…>___<;; I hope.
Welcome back to Meta Station! Grab a cup of Jasper’s
moonshine and join us for an explosive (HAHAHAHA) recap of “Unity Day”,
in which Anya shows up, Kabby is rising, thirteen is an unlucky number,
Diana Sydney is the queen bitch of our hearts, Linctavia gets sexy for
the first time, Clarke has no chill even about drinking games, we take a
lengthy Cadogan sidebar because #brand,
two different characters get compared to Trump, we’re forever wrecked
about Vera, and HOOOO BOY FAM DO WE HAVE SOME FINN YELLING TO DO
0:00 – Hello and Welcome, Turns Out Neither of Us Can Pronounce “Unity Day” 0:02 – R.I.P. Diana Sydney, Our Favorite Shady-Ass Motherfucker 0:14 – No One Is Better Than Diana at Leveraging the Ark’s Class Resentment 0:23 – Wow Nothing Brings a Kids’ Pageant to a Crashing Halt Like a Giant Fucking Explosion 0:29 – From Becca to Lexa to Octavia: On This Show, 12 + 1 = Chaos 0:36 – Where’s Our Cadogan/Becca Prequel Webseries? 0:39 – BRB, Crying Forever Over the Kanes 0:48 – Remember When Both Clarke and Claire Legit Thought Abby Died In That Explosion 0:52 – What an Iconic Jasper Episode TBH 0:59 – Unity Days Looks Way More Fun On the Ground Than the Ark (More Booze, Fewer Casualties) 1:03 – Did Anyone Else Totally Forget That Lincoln Was Already Giving Octavia Warrior Lessons This Early In the Show? 1:08 –FINN RANT, PART 1: In Which Finn Appoints Himself “Guy In Charge of Clarke’s Decisions” and Then Ruins Everything 1:29 –FINN RANT, PART 2: In Which We Need to Talk About Toxic Masculinity 1:48
–FINN RANT, PART 3: In Which We Have a Lot of Screams About “You
Didn’t Have to Trust the Grounders, You Just Had to Trust Me” 1:58 –
Anya Is Where the Show Finally Finds Who They Want the Grounders To Be,
Which Is a Lot More Interesting Than “Bogeymen In Trees” 2:14 – Brief Sidebar for a Few More Kabby Flails 2:15 – On Both the Ark and the Ground, This Is Really the “Chickens Coming Home to Roost” Episode 2:22 – See You Next Week For Blood-Spattered John Murphy and Bridge Explosions!
It’s Friday night, and I wrote this in an evening. Let’s keep the series going. This one was super cathartic, not gonna lie.
profanity, minor violence
The bright sound of ice clinking against glass punctuates the gentle murmur of Jim and Kim’s. Mary, Robert, and I sit in one of our usual corner booths. Some nights are “watch Mary flirt with unsuspecting twenty-somethings” night. Some nights are “throw rocks at stop signs” nights. Some nights are “call it slightly early to let Robert take advantage of my need for validation and desire to sleep with hot guys” nights.
This night is none of those.
Tonight we’ve all just settled on the fact that we’re terrible parents and our lives are a mess to varying degrees, but there’s also nothing we can do about it at the moment. So we might as well drink the hell up.
Amanda wanted distance. I can respect that. She was right in that we both really needed it. I had gotten a phone call from her for the first time in months telling me she landed safely with her host family in France. An e-mail told me about her acceptance to the semester long art program only about two months ago, and details had been sparse. All communication had. Maybe it was for the best.
Hugo and Damien pass by the window of the bar hand in hand, and I let out an involuntary grunt of disgust.
“I told you I could hook you and Dames up, but noooooo,” Mary says lightly.
“He’s just a little too weird. I can’t deal,” I respond.
“I keep telling you he’s more normal than you think.”
“Whatever. They’re a cute couple. They deserve each other.”
Becoming friends with Mary wasn’t an all at once thing, but it was still insanely weird. After the…unpleasantness…with Joseph, I didn’t think she’d ever want to talk with me again. She was the one to come and sit next to me at the bar, though, and initiate conversation the night after Amanda left for school. Then I found out about Robert and Joseph. That’s when I realized what we had all formed was less a friendship and more of an alliance. A tiny coalition of people who had been both metaphorically and quite literally screwed by Joseph Christiansen in various ways.
A/N: I’m really sorry for the long wait, but writing this part was torture. No idea why, but I really struggled. Good news, though, part 10 is already written and reviewed by the awesome @princessaudreybea so it will be published in three days! Enjoy this chapter, and please, remember to tell what you think about it!
‘Squirrel tastes horrendous,’ I told my grandmother as she laughed.
‘When you come down, I’ll hunt you a deer. Now that’s what I call good meat.’
‘Well, I’m glad you’re trying new things, at
omg i love your drag au!! i think yuuri would have some incredible conceptual pieces and be very artistic with her drag, good with dancing challenges but gets stuck in her head sometimes!!!! victor is more like a well-rounded queen (pageant, club kid, impersonations, fish, she can do it all) but she sucks at acting challenges cus she can never remember her lines lmao
Omg yes yes and yes!!! Victor would prolly scrape by with improv. We’ve aged her up so she’s 35 here cause we wanted her to be doing drag a whole lot longer and she definitely grew up with the club kid scene 8)))
Watching the South Park where Ike gets possessed by Micheal Jackson and they put Ike in a kids beauty pageant lol. Making me wonder if these pagents are as aweful as everyone says. Anyone have experience at them? Let us know!
Soul: cool mom B)
Maka: Nerd mom, will do your homework for you by mistake because all you did was ask for help on one problem tbh
Black Star: that one mom that will probably fight the other moms at the pta bake sale
Tsubaki: the mom that will spoil you
Death the kid: Pageant mom, like straight up in the audience doing the dance to make sure their child is doing it right
Lord death: that one mom that’s trying to be cool and makes “fun pizza”
Liz: Shopping mom. If somethings wrong they will take you shopping until you drop
Patty: the “I have no idea whats going but I can roll with it” mom
Crona: stressed but well dressed mom
Excalibur: that mom that always goes “when I was your age”
Spirit: Cougar mom
Dr. Stein: that mom that googles what you could be sick with instead of taken you to the hospital
Medusa: Mid-life crisis mom
because I know it blows the big city folks’ minds.
This week I won’t actually be taking care of patients. I’ll be meeting the town, so to speak. Yesterday I was fed both lunch and dinner by my new business partners and got my carload’s worth of stuff moved in to the tiny apartment above the office. After moving in I decided to drive around the town to figure out where stuff was. After 20 minutes, I’m pretty sure I had seen it all. Twice. I found the grocery store, the 2 fast food restaurants, a gas station, and 4 churches, as well as a really cute but tiny house for sale. All are within walking distance from the office.
Today I went to a church service and was introduced at the front of the church to all 50 or so members in attendance, about 2/3 of whom will be my patients soon. Then I had a two hour Sunday lunch at Dr. S’s house with her family (”turn right at the Confederate monument” was her driving instructions). There I was regaled with stories of how she tracked down bigwigs at the FDA to voice her disappointment with the re-branding of colchicine (which drove the cost from like $0.01 a pill to $6 a pill) and how she beat EMS to the scene of a car accident recently and had to manage a total knee separation and multiple fractures in the field. Dr. S is an amazing doctor.
Her husband is a big fan of taxidermy–particularly of my hometown taxidermist who is almost 200 miles away–and asked me if I could take a cooler of rattlesnakes with me on my next trip home to be made into belts. He wore his newest belt today to impress me. I impressed them both when I was able to diagnose their grandchild with hand-foot-mouth disease over the telephone (confirmed an hour and a half later after the child’s urgent care visit out-of-town). “Pediatrics scares me,” Dr. S said; “give me old people any day.”
At lunch she brought out several jars of pickled and preserved vegetables that her patients had brought her recently. “I can’t stand pickled beets, but it was nice they thought of me anyway,” she commented. “When they find out you’re single and living above the office you’re going to be inundated with casseroles and pies and vegetables.”
The rest of this week promises to be eventful. I’ve got loads of paperwork to do, plus a meeting with TertiaryCareCenter up the road a ways and a presentation to the local Rotary Club.
Did I mention I already have invites to go fishing, to the high school football game, a local festival, a kids’ beauty pageant, a Civil War re-enactment, and 2 other churches? I have been in this town for 30 hours.
frozen outtake songs [2/6] → “spring pageant” ∟Winter’s gone and Spring is springing. Shines the sun with warmth of old. Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Chapel bells are ringing! We’re done with being cold. Flowers a-bloom with odors pleasant. All of Arendelle is glad! Mother Earth, we thank you for the presents! Spring’s good and Winter’s bad. Brrrrrrr! Director: Good! And exeunt group. Narrators come down stage, with confidence! Pageant Kids: We celebrate spring. We know once it’s here, the ancient troll prophecy won’t come to pass this year. (Phew!) What is this prophecy? What did it say? Well, that is the subject of our little play! Director: Where are my trolls? I need my trolls! Pageant Trolls: (*holding in laughter*) Your future is bleak. Your kingdom will splinter. Your land shall be cur—(*the kids lose it and start cracking up*). Director: STOP! Stop these shenanigans! This is not some silly comedy, Nils Norberg, this is the Trolls’ Prophecy. This could be our fate. Give me your gum. Take it from “your future is bleak." Trolls: Your future is bleak. Your kingdom will splinter. Your land shall be cursed with unending winter. Director: Good. Going on. Pageant Kids: With blasts of cold will come dark art, and a ruler with a frozen heart. Then all will perish in snow and ice, unless you are freed with a sword sacrifice! (What’s a sword sacrifice?) Beats me. Director: Quiet! Pageant Kid: But Frozen starvation is not today’s fate! Plus we have an EXTRA special cause to celebrate! The most gracious, gorgeous, smartest, kindest, absolutely perfect- Director: That will do. Kid: -role model this land has ever seen! Princess Elsa! (I really love her!) Becomes our QUEEN!!