In a special episode of Lucifer, we are taken back to 5 years ago to the decision that made Lucifer stay in L.A., and we see Chloe on the road to becoming a detective.
Lucifer S03E11: City of Angels?
So here we are again, a new year and it’s starting off with a stellar episode of Lucifer. Before we get into it, I apologize for the lateness of this review coming out. I was out of town when this episode aired and only now got the chance to really get into it. Jenn Kao and Jason Ning wrote City of Angels? and it was the last of the season 2 holdover episodes.
Out of the 4 episodes, it was the only one that truly felt like a stand-alone episode, especially since it’s told completely in flashback form with no flashes to modern day. It’s a bold move for the writers and one that definitely paid off. Outside of “Vegas with Some Radish” I think City of Angels? was my favorite of the stand-alones. It was a mostly-perfect episode by my standards.
Cha-Cha-Changeees
Despite the fact that the episode does a good job of standing on its own feet, it still fits with the theme of season 3 which, as you readers know, is identity. I’m aware of how much I’ve talked about the subject. But it’s important, especially since we get to see the other side of everything in this episode. Here we get to see the characters before they’ve changed. It’s a mighty trip, especially in terms of Lucifer and Amenadiel.
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@clarkescrusade is one of the kindest ladies in this fandom, and I adore seeing her on my dash ❤️ she got me into fic writing, gave me some of my first prompts, and now it's one of my favorite pastimes!
tagged by @clarkescrusade, and i guess this sounds fun so why not. thanks boo.
rules: tag the person who tagged you, always post the rules, answer the questions, and add the date!
What are your five most popular works? (in descending order)
1. bound by the secrets we share | bellarke, 48k, E, completed 1/25/16
"Clarke, hi," he muttered, his face scrunched up in frustration as he finally managed to release the button, breathing in a large gulp of air.
They had only met a handful of times, twice before the match (both surprise guard inspections), and two more times since then.
She managed to twitch her mouth into a small smile. “You having a hard time breathing, too?”
Bellamy let out a choked laugh. “Yeah.”
Clarke nodded. “I’m nervous.”
Bellamy pulled his lips into a tight line. “It’ll be fine.”
The official stepped out into the hall and told them it was time to begin, Bellamy and Clarke exchanged a wary look. Bellamy held out his hand and Clarke slipped hers into his slightly clammy grasp and she trailed behind him into the room.
my biggest and longest endeavor. it took me a whole year from beginning to end. i struggled through re-writes and lack of inspiration, and i grew tremendously as a writer throughout the process. but it is the thing i am most proud of completing and i am happy that so many people loved it and encouraged me through it.
2. teacher's pet | bellarke, 16k, E, completed 7/14/15
As soon as she arrived at the school, the office pointed her in the direction of her son’s second grade class and she knocked as she pushed open the door.
“Mr. Blake?” She said, pushing into the room. “I’m--”
“Clarke?”
Clarke nearly tripped over the rug. Lex was sitting in the front row of the classroom, just to the right of the teachers desk where sat none other than the illusive Just Bellamy.
“Fuck,” Clarke whispered.
Lex whipped around, gaping at her.
“Oh my god, sorry, baby.” Clarke pleaded with her child.
Bellamy cleared his throat, and Clarke dragged her gaze painfully back to his. No, no, no. Please don’t be my sons teacher. “I’m Mr. Blake.” Oh my god, I fucked my sons teacher.
hahahahaha, this started out as a two-shot and the response was SO intense i ended up turning it into a full blown fic. there were lots of little chapters, snapshots into the story. probaby some of the best smut i’ve ever written. it’s fun, and my wheelhouse, so i enjoyed this one a lot.
3. baggage claim | bellarke, 20k, M, completed 5/25/15
“You look a little young to be a doctor, Mrs. Griffin.” Bellamy joked.
Clarke blushed, “It’s just miss, and yeah, I get that a lot.” She had her arms folded across her chest as she leaned against the door. He had a lean build, messy dark curls (in a good way) and a medley of freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheekbones. He had a funny way of pursing his lips when he smiled that kind of made her weak. It was an understatement to say he was handsome.
He had picked up his suitcase and dragged it behind him out into the hallway.
“Hang on, let me grab yours.”
“Oh, no, I can come--”
“No, no, please, let me.”
Clarke hung back in the doorway and she watched the man stroll back to his own room, disappearing into it for just a short moment. He came back into sight with her own belongings and she let out a deep breath with a smile.
He noticed how her eyes got real bright when she smiled, and he noticed the small gap between her two front teeth and the cute dimple in her chin. And he definitely noticed that she was the perfect height to fit against his own… not that he was… thinking about… that.
“Well, what a fun adventure this has been.” Clarke said, moving the bag just inside the door.
Bellamy nodded in agreement, “It was nice to meet you doc.” He took a small step backwards, smiling, before shoving his hands in his pockets and returning to his room. Once he was back in the quiet of his room, he grabbed a wad of clothing from his bag and headed for the bathroom. He indulged in a quick shower to freshen up before he headed down to the bar, feeling relieved to finally be rid of the stiff suit he’d been stuck in all day.
ah classic airport luggage switchup. this started out as a oneshot, and then i got crazy. it’s hard for me to read back because i think the writing was pretty weak, especially in the beginning. it was one of the first things i ever started writing. but it’s fun and a little silly so.
4. home is where the heart is | bellarke, 30k, M, completed on 9/8/14
“I’d be just fine on the couch.” She stepped closer.
“I’m sure you would, but you’ll probably get a better nights sleep if you sleep in the bed.”
“Why don’t we share?”
Clarke was surprised at the words coming out of her own mouth, only inches from Bellamy, heat radiating between them. “Oh?” Bellamy brought his hand to Clarke’s face, her skin soft under his calloused palm.
Tension dangled between them. She’d be gone tomorrow. What could it hurt. They both needed a release, a comfort, whatever you want to call it.
my very first full blown fic. i am still very proud of this. completing this was not easy, and it was such a learning experience. it’s terrifying to share something you created with the world, and i was so happy about the response and encouragement i got from it. my little southern small town au baby,
5. a kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear | bellarke, 1453, G, posted 12/6/14
"What?" Clarke demanded.
"Uh, what, what? What the hell was that?"
Clarke raised an eyebrow, “What was what?” She looked around innocently.
"You just kissed Bellamy!"
"No, I didn’t!" Clarke exclaimed.
"Uh, yeah, you totally did."
Clarke got quiet, “Oh, my god.”
"Yeaaah," Raven tittered.
haha, i think this was a prompt, and probably posted before 12/6 because i was weird about cross posting for awhile. this, i think, got a lot of notes on tumblr. maybe one of my first viral tumblr fics. it was a really cool feeling and i still adore this fic.
What are your five least popular works by kudos? (in ascending order)
1. Stronger in the Contrast | bellarke, 2.2k, T, posted 10/27/16
“That’s a lot of rations.” She’s frowning. “You realize this is a day trip.”
He huffs, tipping his head towards her. “A lot can happen in a day.”
Remember what happened the day Charlotte died. Jumped off a cliff.
Bellamy slams his eyes shut.
All because you told her to slay her demons.
“Bellamy?” Clarke’s voice sounds far away, tugging at his consciousness. He jerks back to attention. “What’s going on with you?”
lol, i hated writing this and i hated how it turned out. bff halloweek fill.
[Camera pans over a dense forest that opens out onto a rugged coastline, crystal waters lapping at the sand and zooms in on a man clad in a blue and yellow Hawaiian-print shirt walking along the shore]
Marcus Kane: Right now ten guys and ten girls from all across the country are about to embark on a journey of a lifetime. They will be isolated from their friends and families and put to the test. These twenty kids will see if they have both the ability and the Endurance to overcome obstacles to achieve a goal. As this group of strangers makes their way across the sea, they must mentally prepare themselves to have their courage, strength and stamina tested.
[Camera pans to a boat skimming across rugged water, a lanky boy with disheveled brown hair and a goofy smile leans on the edge of the boat]
this was my absolute favorite project i’ve ever done. i actually wrote it with @clarkescrusade. i am sad it never gained the traction we were hoping for. we even presented it like a tv show and had an interactive blog and everything. oh well, i still do and always will adore this project with all my heart.
3. that you just might | bellarke, 1694, T, posted 12/17/15
“How’ve you been?” Clarke laughs at his attempt to make small talk.
“We live together, Bellamy.”
i think this was for a ss and i copped out and just built on a drabble i had already written. it was fine and cute. nothing revolutionary.
4. Feel The Love In The Room | bellarke, 2k, posted 12/21/15
“Ready for presents?” Bellamy asks, raising an eyebrow.
“I never am.” Clarke smiles at him.
a christmas fill for the bellarke advent calendar i think? it was silly and cute, again, not very revolutionary.
5. a little more touch my body | feyrhys, 5k, abandoned on 8/23/16
In an instantaneous decision Feyre turns her head, capturing Rhys’ lips with her own. He lets out a surprised yelp before relaxing into it. It true fashion, Rhys makes a show of tangling one hand in her hair and settling the other on her hip, tugging her in closer.
The kiss is innocent enough at first, a firm, chaste pressure, though Feyre is certain she can almost taste the whiskey. She can’t help but let out a soft moan when Rhys slips the tips of his fingers beneath the hem of her top, thumb rubbing along the soft skin above her waistband.
Feyre makes another split second decision and slides her tongue along the seam of his lips, and he opens for her eagerly. The noise around them seems to dull, and her ears now roar, blood rushing through her, electricity humming through every vein in her body. Rhys’ hand travels around her midsection, his palm pressing flat against the small of her back.
Rhys’ spins the stool towards her, and Feyre steps in between his legs. He drops the hand from her hair and places it on her hip as well. Her hands grasp at his shirt and she takes another step closer, their bodies flush.
my first real attempt at writing something non-bellarke. it was fun and smutty. i kind of lost interest. but the fandom was small but it was well received!
anyways, thanks annie. that was fun. i can continue to cringe at all my bad writing my afar now. too lazy to tag anyone else. or maybe @yalenayardeen and @ofhobbitsandwomen i guess, if you want.
im currently bitter bc i basically had this finished but tumblr decided to have a glitch and delete it all. anyway, here’s round 2
cause i got you, and now that’s all that matters by @marauders-groupie
lana is beautiful and so is this fic. i think my tag for it was just a bunch of exclamation points which basically means that i’ll be in love with it forever and never be able to properly use words when talking about it.
Clarke gets dirt stuck under her nails, Bellamy always keeps books at hand, they are both a mess but somewhere between throwing tomatoes at each other and hiding, they fall in love.
Or: Bellarke in the countryside.
Prompt: Imagine Bellarke in Modern AU. With Sunday brunches on the back porch and whispered I love yous when no one else is listening.
aphelion by @kindclaws
with the possibility of coming across as too much, let me just say that there are few people who have stolen my heart in the degree that Sara has. That being said, even if I didn’t love her to the moon and back, I would still be able to see beautiful talent, and that is definitely something that my dear friend has. So here’s the short summary of my latest obsession of hers:
It’s been two years since the spaceship Aphelion mysteriously disappeared, its crew branded by the ARK as traitors to be shot on sight. Jake Griffin was on that ship, and with him, a dangerous secret that could change civilized space forever.
Now, Clarke wants some answers - and revenge, if she can get it. Bellamy wants a bigger ship - specifically, Clarke’s. Wells wants to fix the system his father broke. Octavia wants a little fun. Miller wants everyone to stop making poor life choices. Harper wants to kiss the new girl. And Raven? Well, Raven just wants to blow shit up.
The universe won’t know what’s hit it. (Space pirates AU!)
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Listen. I love social media aus, nerdy!Bellamy and thirsty!Clarke. Thankfully this fic has a little of all that. It also has adorable fanboy Jas and that’s also a plus for me. This one has stayed with me since the night i read it, so it’s def up there on my faves list.
Clarke is pretty sure Bellamy is the hottest lyft driver she’s ever had, and it certainly doesn’t hurt that he’s a pretty great conversationalist, too. When she finds out him and Raven used to work together, it feels natural to become friends. She just never thought they’d get along quite so well, or that their lives would come together so easily, or that she’d fall madly in love with him. But that’s life.
aka: a social media au incorporating text messages, snapchats, tweets, and instagrams that definitely no one asked for.
You’re Cool On The Internet, At Least by @prosciuttoe
Once again, SOCIAL MEDIA AU. They meet on facebook and yeah. this is hella cute. I love it. Also, anything Em writes is magic, so please read this and give her the love and adoration she deserves.
Look, Clarke will not dwell on this. She will not get flustered just because a possibly cute guy on Facebook apparently shares her views on what constitutes a terrible person.
Ten minutes later, her phone gives a short, irritated buzz; startling her enough that she jumps.
Biting at the inside of her cheek, she allows herself a quick peek.
Friend request from Bellamy Blake.
Clarke has no idea how she manages to develop a crush on a guy who won’t stop fighting everyone on Facebook, but here they are.
(Or: Clarke meets Bellamy on Facebook. They hit it off.)
neither lost nor found by awildthing
other than social media au, my weakness is modern magic users au. AND THIS IS BEAUTIFUL.
Bellamy Blake arrives on campus and Clarke’s magic suddenly starts going haywire.
Or, Clarke meets another magic user and teaches him to control his gift–and learns some things along the way.
I Don’t Want To Be Your Friend (i wanna kiss your neck) by @spacexualkids
i love tierney more than i love most people on this god forsaken site. her writing is always like coming home which is way too cheesy even for me. so here. read this summary so i dont become a blubbering mess.
She finds Bellamy back on that floral couch. They’d moved it into the screened room for the winter, and then back out again once the days grew long and warm. It was becoming another tradition, apparently.
And so was this; him smoking on the sofa, her head on his shoulder, voices low in the early morning while everyone else was asleep and the world felt like it belonged to them, just for the moment.
“Someone had fun,” he teases, flicking at a spot on her neck. Clarke reaches up to feel the tender skin; Glass must have given her a hickey while they were getting carried away.
She flushes, but he’s looking back at the sunrise. “I always have fun,” she reminds him, and he groans.
“Yeah, I remember.”
“This is my favorite part, though,” Clarke says, curling up a little more against him so he’ll put his arm around her for warmth. She’s still kind of drunk, so she’s not sure if she’s making sense, but she trusts that he’ll get it. Bellamy always seems to understand what she means. “Just–us. It’s my favorite.”
Bellamy stubs out his cigarette and leans back against her. “Mine too.”
That’s all I have time for tonight, but I do have a longer one in my drafts that I plan on finishing and publishing soon.
I will also use this to shamelessly self promo - I’m taking requests for the next two weeks bc HOLIDAYS! no more teaching for me for two weeks and that is glorious.
so pls send in any and all prompts you want filled by yours truly
I am currently in the middle of reading "if you try to break me, you will bleed" and i just wanted to say that it is so amazing and I am having so many feelings and, wow, so good.
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Jon Snow is a down on his luck owner of the 2nd Chance Animal Shelter who believes everyone deserves a second chance, even the redeemed Cersei Lannister. His companions include his own direwolf Ghost and Rhaegal, a parrot who believes he is a Rottweiler.
Sansa Stark is the parole office assigned to Cersei’s case, a case that is very personal to her as her direwolf Greywind was one of the original puppies Cersei abducted. Now Greywind and Nymeria have had three new puppies: Summer, Shaggydog and Lady, the odd one of the trio, and she’ll do anything to protect them.
“Lady! Oh Jon I don’t know how to thank you!” Sansa exclaimed
“How about dinner?” Rhaegal called out
“Sorry?”
“I was inviting you to dinner.” Jon asked sheepishly
“Dinner would be nice.” Sansa said
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“Why would I steal direwolves? What possible motive could I?” Jon asked
"The judge’s order… Oh Jon how could you? All this for money?” Cersei said pretending to sound shocked, everything was going along with her plans perfectly
“Just like you said at the restaurant.” Sansa muttered
“Can anyone acquaint me with the facts?” Inspector Mormont asked
“If I’m caught stealing puppies my entire fortune goes to him. Would that be a motive?”
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“I broke into the lab and freed those dogs, they were being used for experiments.” Jon admitted
“That was your dognapping conviction?” Sansa asked, that was it? That was what she’d been fretting about?
“Yes.”
“That’s all?”
“Yes.”
-
Last time I underestimated a puppy I wound up in the pokey!
Remixed Couple: Ares, God of War & Athena, Goddess of Wisdom
Summary: They hated each other and loved each other in equal measure, that love that doomed them also saved them. They lost each other and found each other through the years as time makes fools of us all, even the once mighty gods. But can love truly conquer all?
But do you feel like a young god?
You know the two of us are just young gods,
I know you wanna go to heaven,
but you're human tonight.
Time was a curious thing wasn’t it? Once upon a time they ruled over this very world, watching over mankind as was their divine right. They saw them love, they saw them hate, they saw them destroy each other over trivial things. But she guesses trivial things weren’t just mankind’s folly after all hadn’t one of the greatest wars been fought because that foolish boy Paris had called Aphrodite the most beautiful of goddesses. They had gone before him and he’d chosen Aphrodite, as men (even gods or goddesses) typically did. She hadn’t taken that well, but then again neither had Hera and so the war began because of an apple and a foolish prince.
He’d been on the opposing side of that conflict, despite what he’d promised his mother, the other side of him won and he’d chosen to support the enemy. It had made beating him even more delightful. That was the thing about them. They always seemed to be fighting, it was rare to see them agree. After all they were made to be opposing forces, where she was cautious he was reckless. She thought things through and he acted on impulse. If either of them had paid attention to the signs they would have known that spelled disaster for them both.
When I find you, I’ll find me | Part 1 | Rating: T | Word Count: 15,323
After tragedy strikes both Stark girls find their worlds turned upside down.
Arya is left without options and is forced to come home, but what will she uncover when she gets there. And will those she left behind forgive her?
Sansa needs to get away: enter Jon Martell. The only way to be safe is to become someone else entirely, but who will she become once she's walked among vipers
a/n: Here we are, I actually wrote fic for the first time in....too long. This is the start of an adventure and I hope you all enjoy it. Thanks especially to @clarkescrusade for being my sounding board, cheerleader, aesthetics commenter, beta all in one.
