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Black History Month Celebration: Gabriel Santiago by @bellamysgriffin

Black History Month Celebration: Lincoln kom Trikru by @sparklyfairymira

Mad Women | a Sci-fi Horror AU written by @kinetic-elaboration

[created as a part of my 50 Fic Celebration | donation made through @t100fic-for-blm to the National Black Trans Advocacy Coalition, an organization focused on addressing the inequities faced in the black transgender human experience]

Four-hundred-and-twenty-three days in the never-ending darkness of the uncharted universe, and Murphy’s starting to wonder if space madness really is setting in. At least he’s not as far-gone as Raven, hidden away in her laboratory, fiddling with alien tech; or Clarke, who is steering them steadfastly into the deep unknown of ‘haunted space.’

Something isn’t right here, even if Bellamy and Octavia don’t want to see it.

When their little ship receives a distress call from an old friend, the tensions between captain and crew finally come to a head, and Murphy faces more than one unpleasant truth.

Voices in the Water

a bellarke fic

wip | multi-chapter | explicit | 89.5k

explicit | canonverse au | grounders au | arranged marriage | enemies to friends to lovers | age difference

In an attempt at establishing a more permanent peace between Trikru and Azgeda, Heda negotiates an arranged marriage between Trikru King Bellamy and Azgeda Princess Clarke, the dutiful niece of Queen Nia.

If only they knew that the princess spends her nights as the feared assassin Wanheda, the queen’s secret weapon and a wanted legend among the clans.

If only they knew that the queen has no intention of establishing peace with Trikru.

If only they knew the Trikru King is Wanheda’s next target.

CHAPTER 11 POSTED NOW

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this chapter update was prompted via @t100fic-for-blm as a gift to skaikepa from @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold 💙

a donation was made to the Equal Justice Initiative, an organization committed to ending mass incarceration and excessive punishment in the United States, to challenging racial and economic injustice, and to protecting basic human rights for the most vulnerable people in American society.

ship: bellarke

writer: @queen-of-the-wallflowers15

moodboard: @broashwhat

Clarke was never supposed to make it past 27, but a week before her birthday, she gets a phone call and a new heart. With her new heart safely in her chest, she’s ready to live and love. Enter Bellamy. He’s cute and funny and nerdy and seems too good to be true. But Clarke really likes him. He makes her laugh and smile and she’s happy. But then she starts to notice things, he’s busy every time she invites him to meet her friends and on the off chance that she runs into them, he’s gone from her side, coming back after they left. He’s really bad at responding preferring to talk in person.

Clarke’s friends worried for their friend decide to see what they can find out about this o so mysterious Bellamy who they never met but Clarke is in love with. And what they find is destined to break Clarke’s heart…

For the heart in her chest belonged to Bellamy who passed away a week before her birthday.

The very same Bellamy that Clarke loves is the one who died and who gave her his heart.

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My second attempt at digital art ✏

Bellarke shots that I’ll never get over (98/?)

Kidnapped: Prisoners in Hell

The Blake siblings have never had an easy go at life, even less so when their mother passes of cancer. But the siblings push on with their chins held high as they march through life and fight one battle at a time. If only the small battles were their only battles.

When Octavia is kidnapped and Bellamy can’t find the help he needs to bring his sister home he becomes a detective himself. The case of his missing sister growing colder and colder as the months move on.

Two years pass without a sign of finding the young Blake again, until she turns up on a deserted road. Alone. But what Octavia reveals is she was far from it. A blonde girl helped her survive and escape, and now it was Octavia’s turn to return the favor.

There’s something…incredibly complicated about birthdays.

About the marking of the passage of time and a celebration of a moment that in the grand scheme means nothing to us as an individual.

It’s the day you came into the world, and that means everything to those who love you…but to you…

It feels almost overly gratuitous to celebrate?

When everyone’s focus and attention is turned to you, with the flicker of a candle illuminating your face and the drone of the birthday song in your ear.

When everyone you love is looking at you with a bright smile.

A discomfort trickles in.

The candle feels like a spotlight and you’re left to wonder how you look to others.

Because with a new year you have to change the way you look at yourself.

And when you’re young this change feels like you’re moving to something big, something exciting and unknown.

When you’re 16 and they slide a plastic license across a worn counter with your birth date stamped in the corner, you still have 100 miles to go on the highway.

But at some point, those mile markers drop from three digits to two to one.

Suddenly the car is moving too fast.

Suddenly it feels like you missed an exit, or that the car you’re in doesn’t feel like your car at all anymore.

It feels like someone else’s foot is on the gas and you’re watching the trees and the fields and the bright yellow of the McDonald’s arch pass you by.

And every once in a while, the car slows, and you roll down your windows and you breathe in the air of a new place 1000 miles from where you started.

Sometimes you let in a passenger.

And they stay and they kick their legs up on the dashboard and they change the music in your car to something softer and slower and gentler.

But then they hop out at a rest stop and the music switches back to a country song about Earl.

The car breaks down and you have to get a new one.

You lose the bright red sedan that carried you for so long and trade it in for a car that feels less familiar, that feels like a different skin.

And another candle illuminates your face.

You look around past the trees and the green lights of a BP gas station and you realize you’ve found a new home, in a new car, and there’s a new face staring back at you in the rear view mirror.

You’ve traveled so far and still have so much left to go.

And sometimes you’re tired and sometimes you scream along to a new song that makes your skin tingle and your heart soar.

And no matter how much you want there to be, there are no U-turns on this road, there’s only forward and there’s only you.

Maybe someday, there’ll be someone to switch off the driving, someone who won’t get off at the next exit.

But for now, you’re at home in your car.

And every time you blow a candle, that discomfort eases and ticks back up.

Jude: The Court of Teeth wanted to know what kind of weapons we have in our armory and I'm just letting them know it's private information.

THE 100 ⇢ 6x01

bonus:

the 100 ( countdown to season 5 ) ∞ favorite male character