Request: Could you do an imagine where you’re the commander and Bellamy falls in love with you??
Word count: 1,531
(A/N: I took a different approach when writing this, so let me know what you think! Also, if you want to see a part 2, if you could shoot me a message that’d be great :) )
Y/n could remember the day the Sky People came to earth very
clearly. She and a couple of her people were on a hunting trip, trying to
gather supplies for a feast celebrating the three year anniversary of her people’s
liberation from the Ice Nation. They were corrupt and evil, and after several
months of battle, they surrendered. Three months later, Y/n and one hundred of
the former Ice Nation hiked up a mountain and to an empty field. The people
appointed Y/n as their new leader and were comically named the Free People by
The feast was on the same day they landed. The Free People all
thought it was a shooting star, but as it got closer and closer, they realized
it was something different. It landed right outside of Y/n’s land. Not knowing who
these people were, she stayed back to study them. They quickly set up
civilization, scavenged for food and water, and laughed and partied. They were
incredibly smart, but also a threat. They kicked out their own people,
banishing these newcomers to discover the dense forest by themselves.
Y/n’s people wanted to retaliate, to claim the land they all
fought so hard for. She made them wait, though. She wanted the newcomers to
feel welcome in their new home, and then attack them when they were vulnerable.
It had been two months since they came to earth, and the new
people, conveniently named the Sky People, had yet to discover the Free People’s
village. Feeling safe and comfortable, Y/n decided to go out into the forest
for some peace and quiet. The guards were reluctant to let her go, but she
insisted. While she loved being the Free People’s commander, she missed her
freedom more than anything. She couldn’t go anywhere without an escort. But she
knew these woods better than any of the guards, so she was sure she’d be fine.
There was a clearing about a mile south of the camp that she
would go to when she needed to think. It was on the bank of a wide stream, and
the grass surrounding it was so green it looked unreal. Flowers blossomed on
the stream’s edge and birds chirped lightly in the trees. The sky was overcast,
but you were just thankful it wasn’t raining yet. Y/n pulled her jacket closer
to her as a wind passed through.
She was humming a light, delicate tune and throwing rocks
into the stream, completely unaware of the people behind her. Three men from
the Sky People had followed her to the clearing. Murphy, Bellamy, and Miller
hid behind a large tree as they watched.
“There’s no way she could fight us off. Let’s just grab her
and go.” Murphy whispered. They were planning on taking her back to the camp to
question her about the Free People and surrounding groups.
“On my count…1…2…3!” Bellamy shouted. The three jumped out
into the clearing and circled Y/n before she could register what was happening.
Miller grabbed her from behind, but she kicked out, right into his knee caps.
Miller doubled over in pain as Murphy raced to tackle Y/n. They toppled to the
ground and Y/n struggled to gain dominance over him. She got on top of him and
punched his face a few times, stopping only when she heard the snap of his nose
breaking. Bellamy picked her off of Murphy and pinned her arms beneath his so
she couldn’t take a swing at him. She kicked, but he was much taller than she
“Put me down!” Y/n shouted.
“She speaks.” Murphy replied sarcastically. “I wonder what
else she has to say.”
Bellamy was much stronger than she was, and it took very
little time for him to tie her arms around her back. He tied her legs together
too, leaving just enough room for her to walk. Bellamy dragged Y/n by the hands
while Miller and Murphy trailed behind. The walk wasn’t long, but long enough
for Y/n to realize she was nowhere near her camp, which meant she was nowhere
near her people.
The Sky People’s camp was coming together nicely. They had
built a giant wall and gate that two gunmen guarded. They opened it when they
save the three men approaching. Y/n tried to hide her amazement, but couldn’t
help but notice the amazing technology. Bellamy tugged on her ropes when she
started to lag behind.
“Where’s Clarke?” Bellamy asked a guard. His voice was deep
and rough, and he spoke with authority. ‘Is
he their leader?’ Y/n thought.
“Drop ship.” The guard responded. They walked towards a
giant, metal building. It looked exactly like the ship Y/n remembered on that
day they arrived. They walked up a ramp and into a tiny room lined with weapons
and makeshift beds. The weapons they had were unlike anything Y/n had ever
seen. It was a good thing the Free People had not attacked, for the Sky
People’s weapons were much more advanced and deadly.
“Who is this?” Clarke questioned, eyeing Y/n suspiciously.
Y/n couldn’t help but notice how attractive she was, and how innocent she
seemed. But Bellamy appeared to answer to her. Was this their leader?
“Don’t know. Found her in the woods. Thought she might have
some useful information.” Murphy replied.
Clarke walked up to Y/n and continued to survey her. “Who
“I am nobody.” Y/n answered.
“Nobody huh?” Clarke took a couple steps back. “You should
just let her go.”
“Let me at least try to get some information out of her.”
Bellamy said. Clarke shrugged her shoulders and walked out of the drop ship.
Y/n was back to being alone with the three men who had captured her. She didn’t
know what she was going to do. Her guards would recognize soon that she was
missing and would come searching for her.
Bellamy shoved Y/n toward a ladder and pointed for her to
climb it. It took her a bit longer than expected due to the ropes still hanging
around her wrists and ankles. Bellamy, Murphy, and Miller followed suit.
Bellamy grabbed Y/n’s wrists, untied the rope, and wrapped her wrists in ropes
that hung on the wall. He left her feet the way they were.
“I don’t understand why you are keeping me captive. I have
done nothing.” Y/n said, looking into Bellamy’s eyes as she spoke.
“We don’t know you. And we don’t like people we don’t know.
What’s your name?” He asked as he tied the ropes tighter.
“Y/n.” She replied.
“What group are you with?”
“The Free People.” She saw no point in lying about that
“Haven’t heard of them.”
“There are lots of groups around here you don’t know about.
I understand you’ve been lucky enough to meet TriKru, yes?” Bellamy looked up
at the mention of the Grounders. Y/n continued, “They’re a strong group. Kind
too, if you don’t cross them.”
“Yeah, we already messed that one up.” Murphy smirked at
Y/n. She could already tell she wasn’t going to like him very much.
Bellamy walked over to Miller and Murphy, and took a seat on
an overturned crate. Y/n took this time to really examine him. He was tall and
muscular with dark, curly hair and olive skin. He wore a black tshirt and
jeans, and jacket like the guards had on outside.
Bellamy took this time to examine Y/n, too. She was of
average height but with strong, lean muscles. Her face was composed, and she
showed no signs of fear. Most people would be fighting back, or at least
sweating. That’s how Bellamy knew she wasn’t telling the whole truth. No one is
that composed unless they have to be.
“What do you know about us?” He asked, breaking the awkward
silence that had formed.
“That you come from the sky and that you are survivors.” Y/n
“What does that mean?” Murphy snapped.
“You all aren’t from here, and have managed to find food and
water, make shelter, and fight. You’re survivors.”
“How do you know this?” Bellamy stood up from his seated
“Your arrival didn’t exactly go unnoticed. You landed in shared
territory between my people and the TriKru. You’ve held TriKru off so far.”
“Why haven’t your people attacked?” He neared Y/n and was
almost chest to chest with her. Y/n looked into his deep brown eyes; she took
note of the pain and exhaustion in them.
“We haven’t found a need to. You haven’t retaliated against
“But if you did you would have the upper hand. I don’t
understand…” Bellamy started.
“Things aren’t always about having the upper hand. You are
newcomers, we already have the upper hand, war or not. We recently fought a war
with people who deserved it. As of right now, your people don’t deserve it.” Y/n
calmly replied. Bellamy was taken aback by this answer, by the honesty and
sincerity in her words. He blinked and opened his mouth to reply, but no words
came out. After studying her face for a minute, he turned around and headed to
the ladder hatch.
To totally destroy a person’s nervous system and kill them instantaneously, a scalar weapon can be set on ‘high intensity pulse mode’. This will destroy every living cell, bacteria and all germs so the body falls down like a limp rag, not even decaying in even 30-45 days. There is no living aspect left to decay. Entire groups of people can be killed this way even in a 50 mile radius on peak power. Scalar beams set on a lower power can render a person unconscious to be revived at a later date for interrogation. Crossed scalar beams can cover a whole range of targets from something right through the other side of the earth, to anything under the sea or ground. Not even metal will suffice to protect, as a metal softening mode can be deployed. Scalar beams can be put into X ray mode where a screen can show what is inside something, even under the sea and earth or inside buildings. This is called a remote viewing radar.
Anything in the sky can be instantly destroyed even from one country to another. All one country needs to destroy anything skybound in an enemy’s country is to put 2 or more scalar transmitters forming a scalar wave-form interference grid whereby a shield is locked over a country in high intensity mode and this will cause anything which enters it to be destroyed. This can also destroy anything in the sea and detonate mines. The explosion shows up on the screen as a blossoming of the moving light on the square. The Russians mainly use their interference grids over the USA to control the weather moving hot or cold air where they can meet and create storms, hurricanes, torrential rain or droughts as they please. Earthquakes can be created along with volcanoes erupting according to Tom Bearden. Moisture can be brought from the ocean and sent overland and cold air from the north sent south. Violent thunderstorms can be created. He also claims since 1989 the Japanese Yazuka and Aum sects lease scalar interferometers from the Russians to do weather engineering over the USA.
However America can fight back with their own scalar weapons. One can silently down passenger planes as need be by sending low frequency scalar beam to make the engine fail, either from the interference grid squares or from even portable shoulder scalar weapon bazookas which can be targeted at helicopters or any aircraft above. Surface naval vessels can be attacked through their hulls as well as ocean bottom mines detonated. Any aircraft, or land vessels including tanks can be fitted with portable scalar weapons. Though tanks can easily be destroyed with them.
Tom Bearden claims that the Soviets and Americans have been silently downing each other’s aircraft since the 1980s. Soviet made scalar weapons downed American aircraft in Vietnam. Right from when USA put up their first satellites the Russians have been shooting them down in cloaked Russian made UFO’s with scalar and particle beam weapons. Between 1977 and 1982 Russia shot down many US satellites. At that time they wanted complete control over the skies and had put up killer satellites complete with beam weapons to target US satellites and even the space shuttles. It has been claimed by Tom Bearden that all the early space shuttles were shot down by the Russians and duplicate shuttles were landed from another base. There was a mad rush by the US govt to develop beam weapons to defend themselves against the Russians and they did this eventually shooting down a couple of the Russian made UFOs containing beam weapons. Revenge silently followed by passenger planes of each other’s countries being targeted.
The final chapter in the iconic and stellar Bioshock Series, the first of which set the standard for FPS from then on, Bioshock Infinite was a departure from the underwater world of Rapture and into the world of Art Deco science fiction. Taking place in the floating city of Columbia, it follows characters through trials, super-powered horror, and dimension-hopping tomfoolery. The main weapon of choice for Booker, the Skyhook is part melee weapon, part saw, and part grappling hook for getting around on Columbia’s rail system. To call the weapon an insane design based entirely on having superhuman upper strength would be a fair assessment, but it’s still damned cool.
Summary: Peaceful retirement is a long way off… Giotto doesn’t know how he ended up reincarnated as Harry Potter, but he will make the best of it.
It begins with warmth and light. It comes
with emotions, impressions, noises. Harry sees Mama’s hair and thinks of
blistering hot fire, and his chest feels warm and happy. Mama’s eyes are green,
and he sees sparks and has to giggle. Papa has a loud laugh, and the rumbling
when Harry is held against his chest makes him think of earth and red-brown
fire, he snuggles closer and basks in the feeling. When Mama takes him out into
the gardens to sit in the sun together, he feels there should be more noise.
There is a little stream and pond in the garden, and Harry doesn’t question why
it soothes him, or why he hears flute music in his head. Above in the sky, the
clouds soar and he feels safe.
y’ALl i’m literally so excited because a little while ago, i was approached by inesa aka @blxckthorns (who is literally the sweetest person ever!) and she asked me to do a collab on writing with her and like guys i swear i’d never been happier and now we made this thing together and i’m sO prOuD
so here’s a ridiculously adorable one shot with the uber-talented @blxckthorns!
this was requested anonomously on inesa’s blog :)
spoiler free (like always lmao)
Ty was more nervous than he’d even been in his entire life. Fighting demons couldn’t even hold a handle to how he felt at this moment. He was walking to Julian’s room to tell him the biggest secret he had ever kept from him.
He was about to come out.
He walked into Jules’s room and saw him sitting on the bed, his head in Emma’s lap. He sat up when Ty came in, flashing him a bright smile.
“Hey, Ty,” he said. “What’s up?”
Ty couldn’t even find it in himself to return his smile. His hands were working at his sides as he spoke.
“I need to talk to you.”
The smile fell from both their faces. “Ty, what’s the matter?” Emma asked.
“Well, um, the training room needs more weapons, the sky isn’t blue, and-”
Julian shook his head. “Em, could you give Ty and I a sec? Maybe ask Diana about the weapons problem?”
With a quick nod of the head and a grip of Ty’s trembling fingers, she left the room, and Ty was left with the crushing reality of what he was about to do.
Julian motioned for Ty to sit on the bed next to him. Ty took a seat and stared down at his hands, which were still opening and closing into fists.
“Tiberius, what’s really going on?”
Ty shook his head, not meeting his eyes.
“I guess there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”
“You know you can tell me anything.”
“Well…” Ty closed his eyes. He knew being gay wasn’t the normal social standard. He’d googled it and found that out pretty quickly. He also found out he’d have to “come out” to everyone. And then he’d googled that and saw people’s reaction to people being gay and… well, he didn’t really feel like coming out. He’d even been nervous to tell Livvy. She’d been okay with it, more than okay, he’d say. She was actually excited. She immediately went to Kit and a week later, Kit and Ty were dating. And now a week later, Livvy’s been nagging on him to tell Julian. So here he was, in an impossible situation, worried Julian would hate him after this.
“Ty, just let it out. You’ll feel better after.”
To release some of the tension building in him, he played with the cord of his headphones. He started again.
“I just don’t want you to hate me.”
Ty couldn’t meet Julian’s eyes. He hadn’t wanted to do this in the first place; now, his brother might think he was weird and gross and inhuman and—
He heard Julian’s breath hitch. “Tiberius, look at me.” Ty lifted his head but looked some place around his older brother’s face. “I could never, ever hate you. Now tell me what’s bothering you,”
Julian gave a short laugh. Ty’s eyes darted to him. This wasn’t at all the reaction he was expecting.
“Ty, why would you ever think I could hate you over something like that? I don’t care if you like boys or girls or whatever. It doesn’t make me love you any less.
Ty’s face was a mask of shock, but he was overcome by a sense of relief and joy.
“Really?” he asked, a smile starting to stretch between his lips.
“Absolutely,” Julian said.
“That’s great!” he said. “‘Cause I’m also dating someone, at least that’s what Livvy says.”
“Already?” Julian’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Who?”
Right then, a knock rang almost too loudly in the near silent room.
“Hey Julian, it’s Kit, do you know what we are having for dinner?”
Ty flinched, hoping Julian would be nice to Kit. Quietly and calmly, Julian walked to the door and invited Kit in. Ty realized he hadn’t told Kit that he was telling Julian yet. He mentioned it once, but Kit was still a little uncomfortable around Julian then and had forgotten about the idea.
Kit shot Ty a concerned look when he sensed the unease in the room.
“Is there something I should know, or…?”
“I told Julian,” Ty said bluntly.
“Everything?” said Kit, his eyes beginning to widen.
“Valid question: when were you planning to tell me all this?”
Grabbing Kit’s hand (which now made him feel comfortable; it took him about a week to be okay with it) he squeezed tightly. Not sensing the sarcasm, his face fell quickly.
“I’m sorry Julian. I just needed to get used to it myself before I told anyone.”
Jules smiled and ruffled his hair. “I was kidding, Ty, don’t worry. And I accept you. And him. Of course I do.”
Kit gave a little smile and extended his hand to Julian, who in return pulled him into a hug. Ty saw Kit tense at his older brother’s sudden sign of affection, but only for a moment; he relaxed and hugged him back. Ty couldn’t help but smile.
Kit returned to Ty’s side and Julian gave them both a wide smile. “I’m glad you’re happy,” he said simply. Ty didn’t know which boy he was addressing, but he found himself not really caring.
“So,” said Ty. “Dinner?”
“Fantastic idea,” Julian said. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
Kit and Ty started walking out the door. Just out the threshold, Ty heard Julian call out: “Hey, Kit.”
Kit popped his head in.
“Hurt my little brother and I’ll kill you.” The older boy winked.
Kit emerged again with a shaken expression, and looked to Ty for a reassuring smile, one of which Kit couldn’t help but return.
As they all walked down the hall to get to the others (and food), Ty held out his hand. “No more secrets?”
Smiling and nodding, Kit accepted as they walked hand in hand to the table where everyone sat, not noticing Julian blocking the small show of affection from view.
The darkened sky awakens a hidden part of me,
While all the world is slumbering,
She yearns to be set free.
The artist wields her weapons,
The poet grabs her pen,
The two they work in tandem,
Until the sun may rise again.
This is the end.
This story’s old but it goes on and on until we disappear.
Calm me and let me taste the salt you breathed while you were underneath.
I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea.
I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean.
I know that this is what you want.
A funeral keeps both of us apart.
You know that you are not alone.
Need you like water in my lungs.
This is the end.