“I know that if you’re lucky in this life, you get an extraordinary relationship. My mother and my father met each other very early and stayed together for the rest of their lives. Our first boyfriends, Maya. So who knows how long that’s going to last? We’re going to meet new people all of the time. But, if there’s one thing I know for sure in my life, it’s that you are my extraordinary relationship, Maya.”
So here’s an angsty idea for these next couple episodes.
Bellamy goes to Polis to warn Roan about the new time limit and the Nightblood theory. Unfortunately, word rises about the ice nation attack/freeing the slaves, and Roan has to take action to secure his throne. He calls off the alliance and sentences Bellamy to “death.” (But a fake death, since we all know Roan ships the OTP). Soooo they put on a convincing show…but Kane thinks Bell is really dead, and he goes back to Arkadia….and he breaks the news to Clarke:
Clarke receives word that the others are back, and a wave of relief washes over her. She hurries to the gate to greet them, but she can’t spot that familiar head of brown curls.
Something gnaws at the pit of her stomach.
“Where’s Bellamy?” she asks.
The look Kane gives her sends a shard of glass through her chest.
His sorrow. His regret. His pain.
As clear as day.
“I couldn’t save him,” he says softly, and Abby glances back at her, eyes wide. Preparing for Clarke’s reaction. The entire camp appears to hold its breath.
And Clarke is shaking her head because there’s no way Bellamy-her Bellamy- is gone.
But the look in Kane’s eyes is too convincing.
“I’m sorry, Clarke….”
Raven and Miller are staring at her; everyone is staring at her and she can’t feel her tongue, only the cold weight in the back of her throat.
Abby steps toward her, reaching out, but Clarke takes a step back, shaking her head again. She closes her eyes and gets the hell out of there, practically running back to her room. Their room.
She slams the door shut and sinks to the ground. And shock gives way to horror and grief and she buckles.
The next morning Abby finds her working rations bright and early, expressionless.
Abby glances at Raven, who gives her a slight shake of the head. A warning.
“Clarke?” she asks anyway, and her daughter doesn’t pause. “You don’t have to be here…you’re allowed some time…”
Clarke glares at her. “I’m fine. There’s work to do.”
“I need the distraction, mom,” she blurts, her voice cracking.
And the end of the world is the best distraction the universe has to offer.
Clarke hardens herself. She boldly chooses for the survival of her people. She sets her humanity aside to do what’s needed. Regardless of what her friends think.
She’ll be their leader. Nothing more.
Her fear dissipates with her will to carry on. She takes on the army head on. She doesn’t fear death. She will do whatever it takes.
There’s nothing left to lose.
But she doesn’t heed Raven’s warning, and after the confrontation with the Grounders, she gets sick. Radiation poisoning.
They’ve developed a cure with the help of Luna, so she will recover, but she spends a few nights in the med bay, half conscious.
One night she dreams of Bellamy sitting there beside her, stroking her hair away from her face. He smiles at her when she registers his presence. But then she frowns and turns away.
Because he’s not really here.
He’s gone. He left her behind.
She tells the apparition this, and he sits back, withdraws. His brows are drawn together in confusion, and then her mother whispers something she can’t hear and the dream is lost.
It isn’t until the next morning that she’s lying there, staring at the ceiling, that she jerks upright, her heart in knots, beating wildly.
She sprints from the med bay to the main foyer, and she sees him.
Alive and strong and breathing.
She’s already crying, and she manages a high-pitched and breathless, “Bellamy?”
And when he turns to her and gives her that heart-wrenching smile, she breaks down. His arms are around her in seconds, and she collapses into him, gripping the back of his shirt with white knuckles.
She falls apart, but that’s okay.
Because Bellamy is home. And he’ll find a way to piece her back together.
<b>Me:</b> Ok so... I found this new T.V show last night and I loved this two characters... so as the fangirl I am I looked for them and OH MY GOD, I ship them so hard!, I even read a fanfic!<p/><b>Friend:</b> Fangirl? Ship? Fanfic?... What are we talking about here?<p/><b>Me:</b> *serious as fuck*: Have a seat, we have a lot to talk about...<p/></p>
“Hail, traveller! Is the wind guiding your hand, or has it led you astray? Fear not, for I could help you find your way.”
Eyyy so I did another Blind OTP with my friendo @rosendark! Our themes were Maps / Constellations and Birds / Bats! I went with Birds and Maps for the sake of a challenge.
This here is Gaothaire, a mythical falcon/human spirit/entity of sorts that lives freely and has a passion for adventurer and new sights. An experienced traveller, he does his best to lend his guidance to those in need, whether through directions or even escort. Being a free flyer, he enjoys freedom and is willing to see new sights, thus he’s ever so curious and very confident. He has a hobby of making and selling maps to the lost, although sometimes he’ll make an exception to give them for free.
Despite his power and experience he is not one for fighting, but won’t turn a blind eye to those in danger and will provide a diversion to let them go free. In the end he is a pacifist, one that cares for the world and just about everything nature has to offer in it. He’s friendly with most humans and creatures, although with his confidence and curiosity, he tends to be nosier than he should be, which sometimes gets him into trouble. Thankfully his quick reflexes and ability of flight saves him, most of the time.
Think of the most angsty scenario you can come up with for the wedding planner!AU. What would that be like? (btw, how are you so /good/ at everything you do?? Art= 1000/10 writing= 1000/10) :-) ❤❤
Honestly… I’m so soft?? Probably the angstiest thing I can think of is just character death and that’s not going to happen.
One time I made a retirement sims game with narumitsu (my other OTP) and ended up quitting two minutes into the new game because I was crying over the fact that because they’re elderly sims they’ll die faster HAHA
Mira: Going to be working on Levy’s new bonds page now- if you know you have some relationships with my girl here- go ahead and hit the like so I make sure I don’t forget to put you onto the page! (This is for brotps, otps, frienemies, rivals, enemies- what have you-!)
^^a summary of my brain for the past week. In other words, 7x10 is finally here and there’s a strong possibility I die of OTP feels tonight.
The live-blog begins at 9 p.m. ET. Blacklist “The Walking Dead,” “New Best Friends,” or “twd spoilers” to keep those posts off of your dash. You might want to also blacklist “Caryl” just to be safe. I’m warning you - my blog will be a mess. A beautiful mess but a mess none the less :)