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Out of the Ashes, Into the Fire - THE 100 REWRITE Chapter Sixteen

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Summary: Finn's actions had sown discord in Camp Jaha, not only among the people of the Ark, who didn't want to risk their lives for him and because of him but also between Michelle and Clarke whose opinions of him clashed, straining their close sisters-lilke relationship... and Michelle found solace and support in someone she never thought she would become so infatuated with one day, and her relationship with Murphy was also disapproved of by Clarke, which certainly didn't help strenghtening their bond.

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Warnings: The 100 season 2 spoilers (episode 8 “Spacewalker”), arguments, Finn being the dumb motherfucker he is and Raven is pissing me off I swear, angst, guns, blood, death, grief, little fluff, public execution

It had been a moment since Clarke left Camp Jaha to go and meet with the commander and the Grounders. Everyone was a little tensed, waiting for her return but what most of them were really waiting for was to know if they were going to be killed by the Grounders, like their Commander threatened when Jaha turned up to camp when everyone thought he was dead already. Michelle was anxious for her best friend and sister to come back safe and sound, and when the camp’s guards, including Belamy and Michelle herself though she didn’t have a gun as she wasn’t a member of the guard, saw figures move in the fog of the night, approaching the main gate and holding up flaming torches, they raised their weapons, narrowing their eyes trying to determine who it was. After a second, Bellamy and Michelle saw Clarke, walking in between a couple of Grounders mounted on horses. The two looked at each other, and he lowered his gun.

“Hold your fire. She’s back.” He spoke. They powered up the gate and opened the gate. Michelle took a step forward, to go meet her first but when she saw Finn jogging towards her, she clenched her jaw and rolled her eyes with a silent sigh, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Shut the gate.” Clarke instructed and while a guard closed it behind her, she dragged Finn away with her and Michelle just stood there next to Bellamy, glancing at the two quite scary-looking Grounders stil outside the camp. She eventually walked away, followed by Bellamy, catching up with Finn and Clarke who were met by Abby. She hugged her daughter. A crowd gathered around them as everyone was curious upon seeing Clarke return. Raven arrived as well.

“What did she say?” Abby inquired. “Is there a chance for a truce?”

“Yes.” She said faintly and Finn and Michelle started at her, both noticing that something else was on her mind.

“What’s wrong?” He asked and she slowly turned her face to him, preoccupied.

“They want you. If we want a truce, we have to give them Finn.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Raven obviously didn’t want to believe this, and Michelle looked away, annoyed that she was still acting like her dear boyfriend didn’t actually slaughter an entire Grounder village for nothing, but she just bit her lips and kept her mouth shut because she didn’t want to start a fight just now but if Raven kept getting her nerves, she wouldn’t be so quiet.

“That’s their offer.”

“That’s not an offer. It’s a punishment.”

“For what happened at the village.” Finn put two and two together. Michelle shot up her eyebrows; Finn was getting on her nerves too. “Blood for blood.”

“That’s insane.”

“Not as much as what happened to the village.” Michelle spoke, granting her a look from literally all five of them, with Raven giving her a death stare but she just held her gaze. She wasn’t scared of Raven and didn’t really care if she was hurting her feelings. She wasn’t completely crazy for thinking he deserved some kind of punishment for such gruesome wanton killings. Abby turned her face back to her daughter.

“If we refuse…”

“They attack.” Clarke declared.

“I say we give him up.” Someone yelled in the crowd, and others agreed, saying to get rid of him. The people had no desire to get into a war with the Grounder that would result in them being butchered by said Grounder.

“Give him to the Grounders.” A man threateningly approached the group in the middle of the crowd while Officer Byrne tried to calm everyone down.

“Back off.” Raven strongly pushed him away, protecting Finn and Michelle stepped back, watching Bellamy and Clarke intervened, separating the two.

“Raven, listen to me.” Clarke tried to get her to focus on her. “Nothing is gonna happen to him. I promise, okay?”

“I’m not dying for him.” Another chimed in, infuriated. “Spacewalker burned three months of oxygen from The Ark. He should’ve floated a long time ago. Throw him out.” Raven almost jumped at him, punching him hard in the face. Byrne put her hand on her shoulder, trying to get her to stop and she received a punch as well. Michelle crossed her arms, not intervening in any way and she observed two camp guards getting a hold of Raven, grabbing her arms and dragging her away while she struggled. Everyone was shouting, angry and enraged and this girl didn’t want to even understand the seriousness of what Finn had done, continuously treating him like a victim, as if he didn’t lose it and murdered around a dozen people. Finn went to isolate himself behind the Ark’s ring and Bellamy, Michelle and Clarke went to find him, seeing Murphy seated next to him.

“Hey.” Bellamy greeted Finn. “We’re reinforcing our defenses. Doubles on the perimeter. No one’s getting past that wire.”

“I’ll where they’re thin.” Finn said, standing up. Michelle looked at them before glancing around, listening to the conversation. She didn’t want to say something and get into a fight with Clarke; that was what she was trying to avoid, because she didn’t care to have anyone else mad at her but as of late, she found herself disagreeing a lot more with whom she would have once stood up for no matter what could happen and she still would, but she didn't support how badly they all wanted to protect a crazy murderer. She wasn't a huge fan of Finn's before, but after what happened, she clearly didn't trust him at all and would certainly never defend him.

“You should head inside. B Corridor would be easier to defend, if it comes to that.”

“I’m not gonna hide.”

“Right now, we have to think about keeping you safe. I’m going to talk to Lincoln.” Clarke stated.

“Come on. Finn.” Bellamy urged him to come with him and the latter eventually gave in, reluctantly following him. As Clarke was about to tag along, Murphy stood up and addressed her.

“Hey. Any orders for me, princess?”

“Stay away from me.” She shrugged with a straight face.

“I was just trying to be helpful.” He added softly.

“You were with him at the village.”

“I tried to stop him.”

“Not hard enough.” Michelle frowned, staring at Clarke as she took a few steps away and Murphy rose his voice sightly.

“You know what? You wanna start blaming people, Clarke? He was out there looking for you.” She very briefly stopped in her tracks, listening before leaving without even a gance at Michelle and the latter lightly shook her head in disbelief. She felt a rift was growing between her and Clarke, putting a distance between the two of them, all because of what happened with Finn and the fact that their opinions diverged. Clarke wanted to keep him safe from any harm and Michelle didn't value his life as much, thinking that the Grounder deserved whatever revenged they asked for. And she was saddened by it. She had never thought she and the one she grew up with, who was her best friend and like her sister, woud be opposed on something like this. And meanwhile, everyone was blaming Murphy, because it was so easy to just take someone you don't like and make a scapegoat out of them but now everyone thought the same. They weren't going to fight for Finn.

“I just wish Finn would give himself up already.” Michelle groaned, taking a small turn and sitting down, her arms clutched to one another, and she slumped against the station wall, staring into space. Murphy slowly joined her and sat beside her, leaning on his kness, the weapon he had been given in his hand. “And they’re acting like because you couldn’t stop him, you’re worse than him? I mean, come on. How can they be acting like Finn is to be protected at all costs? Anyway, if they think they can protect him forever, they’re fooling themselves.”

“Well, I couldn’t agree more.”

“I never thought I’d be at loggerheads with Clarke one day.”

“You’ll be besties again, don’t worry.” He teased her and she rolled her eyes with a smirk, giving him a fake laugh.

“You know,” She straightened up, turning to Murphy. “she said that, you see, she thinks you’re rubbing off on me, and she doesn’t like that very much apparently.”

“She said that?” He seemed amused and Michelle continued, letting out a chuckle.

“Yeah. You’re a bad influence on me, John Murphy.” They both sketched a cheeky smile and laughed at the whole situation. Michelle definitely appreciated to have someone like Murphy by her side, whom she could just talk about everything with and without restraint and he wouldn’t criticize her unlike some. She woud never have thought that she would feel closer to Murphy than to Clarke, ever.

The next day, Michelle was walking around the camp. Byrne had given her a machine gun too as she was a good shooter and apparently, they needed anyone that could help in case of an attack from the Grounder. She didn’t really know what to do though, because she didn’t talk to Clarke since last night and she stayed with Murphy the whole time afterwards. He seemed to be the only to really get her lately. She dwelled on her thoughts, walking in circles just looking around until she was bored of doing nothing and the stitched arrow wound on her thigh hurting a little made her stop and sit down, the strap of the gun hanging from her shoulder, she stared into the void. As always, her mind lingered on subjects, she would rather not think of at all but here she was, thinking of Kane. She understood now that he was her father, but she had a hard time realizing it, she had in mind that if it was her father she should have as close a relationship with him as she had with her mother, and he still seemed like a stranger to her, just councilman Kane who had her locked up a year ago and whom she despised. And because she wasn’t running around camp with Clarke, she felt like Murphy must have felt for so long, like she was being put to the side and somewhat ignored. From where she was seated, she could see all the guards standing by the Ark station’s front door and taking cover near the main gate and she stayed there, looking from afar. She straightened up, frowning in confusion, when she saw Abby, followed by Bellamy and Clarke walking up to the gate. The gate was opened, and Michelle decided to approach but didn’t come as near as to stand by Bellamy and Clarke’s side.

“Where’s the boy?” The Grounder inquired. They had stayed right in front of the camp’s gate all night long.

“We are not giving him up. We’re ready to fight, if that’s what it comes to.” Abby declared, and Michelle rolled her eyes. Clarke glanced at her, and she held her gaze and only looked away when a horn blew in the distance and the Grounders rode away.

“Watch the woods. Watch for movement.” Bellamy ordered as they left. Michelle was even more confused and rose her arm, looking through the rifle scope to look around the woods and when this familiar voice rose, she parted her lips in surprise, lowering the gun and staring straight ahead, taking a few steps forward. She remembered wondering where he had gone a few days ago and there he was. Kane crossed the edge of the forest and marched toward camp, yelling at the guards not to shoot. She found herself a little unsettled when she thought of him as “dad” but just shook it off. She cleared her throat, trying to compose herself and not seem too affected by his return, keeping a straight face as she looked at him. She ignored the glance Clarke gave her, not taking her eyes off the two adults at the gate. Now, her best friend knew who he was supposed to be to her.

“You can’t be out in the open.” Bellamy said, walking up to Abby and Kane, along with Clarke. “We need to get somewhere safe.”

“It’s safe, for the moment.” He gave them a reassuring smile and as they walked in the camp, he noticed Michelle and as she simply walked away, turning her back to him, he let his smile fade for a second and both Clarke and Bellamy couldn’t help but look at her quickly, except that only Clarke knew what was up. With all that was going on, Michelle really just needed to isolate a little for the moment. When Murphy ran into her and told her Raven had asked her to join them at the dropship where they were smuggling Finn the dropship where they were bringing Finn after sneaking him out of camp to take him away from the Grounders. Michelle therefore left camp with him and walked through the forest. She had a gun as well, but she obviously didn’t come to protect Finn as she didn’t care much about him. She came because Murphy asked her to and because Clarke would be there, and she wanted to try and maybe make it less awkward but really, she came mainly because of and for Murphy and she would rather be far away from Kane than stay in camp.

“Are you going to talk to Kane?”

“No. I don’t care that he’s my father, he’ll never feel like it to me.” She replied bitterly, looking around them as they approached the dropship’s site. They walked across the burned Groundes’s bodies decaying on the floor, among the leaves and when they entered the dropship, they were welcomed by Bellamy’s gun aiming at them. Raven frowned when she saw Michelle accompanying Murphy. The latter raised his hands at Bellamy holding them at gun point.

“Murphy. Michelle.” He lowered his gun, confused as to why they were here. “What are you two doing here?”

“I believe I was invited.”

“I thought we could use an extra gun.” Raven told Bellamy, and she then stared at Michelle.

“Might be a good idea.” Bellamy agreed.

“But I never asked her to come.” The tone of her voice showed how disepleased she was to see her here with them.

“Hey, I told her to come. You need an extra gun? She’s a better shooter than I am so here she is.”

“And I'm not just gonna kill Finn because I don't like him, I'm bored so I'm gonna help you.” She wasn’t bored at all actually, but none of needed to know of the inner struggle she was put through by the news of who her father was and her and Clarke drifting away from each other because of the whole Finn situation.

“Finn should’ve been right behind you.” Raven then observed as Murphy and Michelle walked past Bellamy and her.

“Don’t worry. The spacewalker’s gonna be fine.” Murphy retorted. About a minute later, Finn barged in, carrying a passed-out Clarke in his arms. Both Michelle and Bellamy rushed towards them.

“What happened?” Bellamy inquired.

“A Grounder hit her on the head.”

“Put her here.” Murphy put a soft bag for her head and Finn settled her on the floor carefully.

“I need a, uh, bandage, a wrap, anything.” Bellamy kneeled next to Clarke and Murphy looked around the room and found what he was asking for.

“Here.” He handed it to him. Michelle kneeled in turn, worried for her childhood best friend. Clarke had the side of her head covered in blood.

“Hold her head.” Michelle obliged and put her hands beneath her head, slightly lifting it from the bag she was resting on. He tried to call out to her, but she remained unresponsive for a short moment, until her eyes blinked. Murphy placed a gentle hand on Michelle’s shoulder and he and Bellamy attempted to reassure her as she was visibly worried and upset about her closest friend being in that state and she just nodded. She would get better, it was just a hit on the head with some blood but especially right now, when their relationship wasn’t at its best, it was even more disquieting for her. She just wished Clarke never got so infatuated with Finn in the first place and right now she wouldn’t be actively fighting to protect him from the Grounders’s wrath, when he was totally at fault and desired to be punished by the people he wronged so deeply. Michelle was even more annoyed with him because he played it out like he was the victim and certainly didn’t care that Murphy was taking all the blame for it. They all raised their heads when Finn stormed out of the dropship, saying that he got her killed. He didn’t because she was still very much breathing, but it was time he blamed himself for something that was totally his fault.

“I’ll watch her, you can go stand guard outside.” Raven’s tone of voice was soft as she addressed Bellamy, Michelle and Murphy caring for Clarke.  The young woman was reluctant to leave her best friend’s side but ultimately, they were at better odds if the three shooters were guarding outside and she knew Raven would indeed watch and care for her, they weren’t friends themselves, but she seemed to appreciate Clarke and vice versa. The three walked outside the dropship and Finn went back inside after a brief moment pouting. Bellamy went to one side and Michelle and Murphy went the opposite, trying to cover as much ground as possible, remaining on the former camp’s grounds.

“Do you think I should go and talk to him?” Michelle asked, thoughtful as she carefully watched the surroundings like a hawk. Murphy glanced at her, raising his eyebrows at the question and shrugged.

“Do you want to give him a shot at being your dad?”

“Ugh, I don’t know.” She sighed.

“Hey.” He turned to her, and she stopped in her tracks, facing him. “I’m not a genius but if you’re thinking about it so hard, maybe you want to give him a chance. You lost your mom. You’ve got only one parent left.”

“He used to be such a douchebag though. I’ve always hated him.”

“Maybe try talking about to Abby, and then to him, and see where it goes. You got to try to know if it’ll work or not.” She looked up at the sky, exhaling heavily. In not even two months yet, she had been sent to her death -along other teenagers- to the ground, she lost her mom tragically, she lashed out at Kane, blaming him for it, some boy got her and her childhood best friend to grow distant and she found out Kane was the father her mom never wanted to tell her about. She was just 18 years old and was kind of overwhelmed by everything she had to deal with. They circled around the dropship and noticed movements in the distance and his behind two large, burned tree trunks in the front of the dropship.

“We got company. Get out here.” Bellamy yelled at the three inside the dropship. Finn was the first one to step outside, followed by Clarke, who Michelle was glad to see standing and walking, seemingly well but she didn’t look at her for long, feeling awkward. “Hey, get down. Grounders.”

They found themselves surrounded by Grounders in a place they thought they could hide Finn and eventually had to fell back inside the dropship instead of staying in cover outside. Murphy and Bellamy both stood near the drapes covering the entrance and peeked outside.

“They’re not moving any closer.” Murphy observed.

“They’re staying out of range. They’ll be waiting until it’s dark.” Bellamy said, stepping away, looking at the others.

“If we hit them now, we take them by surprise.”

“We don’t even know how many of them are there.” Clarke retorted to Murphy.

“I’m not hearing any better ideas, Clarke.”

“We’ll give them something.” Raven figured, looking into the void, thinking.

“All they want is Finn.” Bellamy spoke.

“Finn wasn’t the only one at the village.” She declared and, looking at her with straight faces, Michelle and Murphy both started to feel that something was off. He frowned, speaking up.

“Whoa. Raven, I came here to protect him. You were the one who wanted me to come. You—” She stared at him as he connected the dots not even trying to hide the fact that she only wanted him to come in case the Grounders came so she could give him off to them and keep a little boyfriend, who wasn't even actually her boyfriend anymore, safe. Murphy glanced at Finn and then back at Raven, smirking. “That’s why you asked me to come along?”

“Enough Grounders saw him. They’d believe he was the shooter.”

“You sick bitch.”

“Fuck you.” Michelle vehemently spats at Raven, almost stepping towards her to push her against the wall, but she chose to hold herself back because she had a paralized leg and she didn’t want to be responsible for any more damage. She clenched her jaw and fists, digging her nails into the palm of her hands.

“Raven, you don’t mean this.” Clarke shook her head.

“You know what they do to people.”

“They want a murderer. We’ll give them one. Drop your gun.” As she aimed her gun, Michelle was about to instantly aim back at her with hers, but she watched Murphy walk up to her, staring into her eyes, with loathing. Michelle brought her gun to her shoulder anyway and standing by Murphy’s side, she held Raven at gun point and would remain in that position until she put down her gun. She was done with Raven’s bullshit.

“Put it down, Raven. Like it or not, he’s one of us.” Clarke insisted on trying to make her change her mind.

“I said, drop it.” She meancingly stepped forward, almost getting the gun right against Murphy’s chest when Finn intervened and forced her to put down her gun and stood in front of her, distancing her from Murphy. Michelle let out a heavy sigh and put down her gun in turn, glaring at her. Murphy stepped back, and Michelle glanced at him, her gaze going from a death stare to a softer expression. “We’re not doing this. They’s ve got us surrounded. The only thing we can do… is stay and defend this place.”

“I’m with you.” Bellamy nodded, imitated by Clarke and as Finn went to look at Raven, she nodded as well. He then turned his face to Murphy and Michelle.

“Michelle? Murphy?”

“Yeah?” He replied bitterly, biting his lips, keeping it together in front of the others but Michelle noticed he had teary eyes, and he wasn’t only angry and frustrated with Raven, he was also hurt that she though of using him for her own gain and Michelle really just wanted to beat the shit out of her, but she controlled herself.

“Go upstairs, watch the rear.” Murphy quietly nodded, looking down. “I’ll take the lower level. You three, take the front gate. That’s the plan, all right?”

“Clarke.” The latter looked at Michelle when she called out to her as she walked past, following Murphy up the ladder. “I hope you’re having fun with your new best friends.”

“Michelle… wait. Please.” The latter ignored her and disappeared through the hatch, joining Murphy upstairs. She somewhat regretted this little passive-aggressive comment she made but she was so worked up by what Raven had tried to do, having literally no consideration for Murphy. Even Bellamy and Clarke who didn’t like him very much, never pulled something like that.

“Hey, John… You okay?” She asked softly, coming up behind him, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder and he sighed, his lips sucked into his mouth as he looked out the whole he blew when he escaped the dropship a month ago and he very swiftly brought his hand to his face to wipe his eyes and nodded, clearing his throat.

“Yeah. Living the dream.” He said sarcastically. Michelle then drew him into a hug, and he wrapped his arms around her, resting his face on her shoulder. She was practically the same height as him, so he didn’t have to bent over. They remained in that position for a while instead of watching the rear as requested until they heard Finn climb up the ladder and join them on the upper floor. They let go of each other, breaking the embrace and stared at him. “What are you doing?��

“I’ve thought about it. I have to surrender myself to the Grounders.”

“Glad you’ve finally come to your senses.” Michelle retorted and he glanced down, almost looking ashamed and regretful. They then helped him out through the hole in the wall and watched him discreetly walk to the front of the dropship, going around it. It didn’t take long to heard someone scream his name when he was taken by the Grounders; and the voice was Clarke’s.

Night had fallen, everyone was gathered outside the gates of Camp Jaha, watching in the distance with apprehension as the Grounders prepared for Finn's upcoming execution, hundreds of torches lit like flaming stars on the ground, thousands of those Grounders swarming in the tents set up around a log he was setting up just in front of them, so that he could watch their friend die. Well, not everyone’s friend. Michelle was in the middle of the crowd, standing close to Murphy, a little further away from Clarke, Raven, Bellamy, Abby and Kane standing at the front line but she could see him and when she saw the two young women step away with Bellamy, she frowned, wondering what they were going to try now. They certainly couldn’t get him out of this mess, it was too late, and Clarke wasn’t stupid enough to try something so reckless and get herself killed in the process, even for Finn. Sher instinctively made her way through the crowd, getting closer the enclosure barbed wire fence, finding herself next to Abby and Kane and she watched Clarke walk through the Grounders, her mouth opened, frowning.

“What is she doing?” She anxiously asked to herself but spoke outloud. She twitched slightly when she felt a hand and looked up at Kane as he gently squeezed her shoulder, trying to reassure her. For some reason, she didn’t push him away and it brought a little comfort as she watched Clarke far off, with bated breath. A moment later, Finn was brought by a few Grounders to meet his end and he was tied to the wooden pole they put up and after talking to the commander, the blonde slowly walked to Finn, kissed him and hugged him tightly for a long minute, probably speaking to him. When she stepped away, Finn’s head fell forward and his t-shirt was entirely soaked in blood. The Grounders were stopped by the commander from attacking Clarke and in Camp Jaha, Raven let out a gut-wrenching scream at the sight of Finn’s dead body, caught by Bellamy as she fell to her knees, crying her eyes out. Despite the distance, Michelle could tell Clarke was crying too but now, she was kind of relieved, with Finn gone, she could maybe try to patch things up with Clarke and get her sister and best friend back. She wouldn’t be the same but of course, none of them had been the same since they landed to the ground and had to fight for survival on their own. Being at risk of dying literally everyday transformed them all, and the fact that they were almost still children and they had to grow in these circumstances, didn’t make it any easier for any of them.

[To be continued…]  

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Published (10/14/2022) by Andrea

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Bellamy Blake x Reader

Diana Sydney's daughter is sent to the ground with 99 other delinquents. While her mother schemes for power and destruction aboard the Ark, y/n must navigate the harsh realities of survival on the ground. As she confronts her own trauma and struggles to define her morality in the face of chaos, she grapples with the ultimate question: Will she rise above her past and choose the path of goodness, or will her mother's influence shape her destiny and lead her down a darker path?

Season 1

Part  1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 6.5 , 7 , 8 , 9 , 10

Edge Of Exile

Bellamy Blake x Reader

As the ark struggles to establish a new home on Earth, Y/N, a prisoner from flint station seems to be the only one who can save them from themselves. the group finds themselves thrust into a dangerous power struggle that threatens to tear the community apart. Faced with betrayal, deceit, and factions vying for control, Y/N must navigate a treacherous landscape of alliances and rivalries.

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The Other Side

John Murphy x Reader

A grounder marked as a spy for the commander is tasked with the case of gathering intel on a group of survivors that fell from the sky. Falling for a member of this foreign group leads the clan into bloodshed.

Part 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

Lost

A normal plane ride back home ends in shambles as the plane crashes on a remote island far from home. That last survivors band together to survive and uncover the secrets of the island.

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Unbidden, he remembered the first time he had woken up on the office couch after hiring Serizawa. One of the bath robes for the clients in need of more hands-on exorcism had been carefully spread over him. For the rest of the week, Serizawa had hovered around him, subtle as a bear. He hadn’t minded it at all, having all that worry and care and affection wrapped around him like a warm blanket. “It’s different in practice. It’s different… with you.”

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and if i say i’m also gonna write a postcanon companion/epilogue piece to the novella-length fic i’m still working on.. what then……

#i want it to be a separate piece bc the main fic is very canon compliant while the epilogue might or might not be #depending on if my theory ends up being correct #plus i currently have around 21k words and i’m only covering ch 41-153 #and i don’t like the idea of a 100-chapter skip so i’d have to do so many rewrites to include the epilogue in the same fic #but also it depends on what other horrors kusanagi concocts in the time it takes me to finish editing everything #the agonies of writing a canon compliant fic for an ongoing series…………… #anyways time to eat and then continue the structural edits :3

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Hm. HM.

#me at totk after finishing the regional phenomena and bonus dungeon bullshit #specifically the riju and mineru bits #idk man IDK call me. a stickler for tradition #but the usurption of spirit sage #creation of lightning sage #and outright erasure of shadow sage #does not. quite. sit right with me #not only bc now i have to reconcile even more crap with my series rewrite #but also bc like. the gerudo have always been associated with spirit for me #and tbqh i was 100% ready to write off lightning abilities as a power they could have #i had ideas on how to work it anyways #but also just the blatant sheikah disrespect too im. hh. #categorically one of the most important tribes/cultures in the zelda universe #historically associated with the shadow sage and the colour PURPLE (COUGH). #and yet nah fam just a tiny piece for impa in this one quest to kickstart your bullshit #and some minor contribution from paya thats just. kinda there #LIKE. i could have even forgiven it if like mineru was the sage of s h a d o w instead of spirit bc i already thought of a way to make that #work with her abilities and shit #and then it could have led to her passing the torch (or stone if u will) down to paya to take her place and help link and co #AND IT WOULD MAKE FUCKING SENSE TOO BC OF HOW/WHEN/WHAT PAYA CONTRIBUTES IN THE ONE QUEST #could explore that and go back to the one theory/idea some ppl had before release that the zonai were a third offshoot tribe of the sheikah #the tech similarities and shit would make more sense then too #as well as certain shrine locales in botw being in zonai places #im just. im salty i guess lmao #just some more random bullshit for me to work out in my writing ig #i might. try to work in the inclusion of sage of lightning separate from sage of spirit #like i have with forest/wind and water/earth #we'll see idk #totk spoilers #it idk ill be as vague as possible i spose

[fandomrewrites]

Hi everyone!

I know it’s been quite awhile since I’ve updated my stories but I just wanted to let you know that I have not stopped writing them; I’m just on a hiatus.

I’m currently rewriting/editing my Teen Wolf story on Wattpad so it is in third person rather than first. Once I finish rewriting that I will start posting again on here.

Unfortunately I’m not sure how long that will be but hopefully sooner rather than later.

As of now, I’m planning on keeping the story on here the same but if you’d prefer me to post the edited version please let me know!

Tag list: @crazy-fan-101 @rogershoe @judayyyw @renjunniex @malfoystilinskii05 @where-thesundoesntshine

#update #series rewrite #teen wolf rewrite #the 100 rewrite

[britishchick09]

i came up with a rewrite book title- fun in ‘91! B)

#maybe it would be a collection of episode stories set in 1891! #stories with 20-40 pages could be told in the time of a tv show episode and i have a few like that! :) #maybe the rewrite could get an episode spinoff book like my colorful series! :D #the ideas i have are too long for a short story (10-12 pages) and too short for a short novel (60-90 pages) or full novel (over 100 pages) #and they aren't mysterious enough for mysteries! ;) #1891 would be new territory and the rewrite gang would be together for 3 years like frohana in f2! :D #idk if i'll do it but it's something to think about #and i can't pass up that clever title! ;D #poto rewritten

[justinewt]

Keep the Peace - THE 100 REWRITE Chapter Twenty-One

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Summary: Michelle had to rest after the head trauma she suffered when she and Bellamy tried to rescue Clarke after risking both of their lives. She would be fine but there was something brewing ever since Pike joined the people of the Ark in Camp Jaha. And after an explotion occured at Mount Weather, to whom Bellamy’s loyalty belonged was put in question. 

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Warnings: The 100 season 3 spoilers (mention of events from episode 3 “Ye Who Enter Here”; episode 4 “Watch the Thrones”), mention of wounds/concussion, dried blood, guns, pike is racist 

The whole trip back to Arkadia had been a pain for Michelle. The swirls of the car on the forest roads made her even sicker and sicker than she already was due to the acute vertigo and migraine from the head trauma. At one point they had to stop the car because she was moaning so much. She had gotten so nauseous that the moment Kane opened the door, and she stuck her head out, she threw up but again, it was only bile and it felt like fire went through her throat. He gave her several sips of water from a canteen as they continued the road and she lay down, resting her head on Kane's leg. Driving in Arkadia, He carefully hoped out the rover and was met by Abby on his way to the infirmary of the camp where he went straight to put his daughter on the nearest bed available. The car ride really took a toll on her, and she was unable to respond to Abby as she examined her but the state in which she was in gave the doctor and Chancellor enough information on how bad the injury might be, though she later determined it was only a mild concussion, which was already enough to make her sick for days. She told Kane to stand aside as Jackson joined to assist her. They slowly sit her up and Jackson placed his hand on both side of her temples to stabilize her head and keep it aligned with her spine and prevent movement while Abby firmly pressed a clean cloth on the wound. It had stopped bleeding by now, meaning it had already started to coagulate, which was good news but it still required to be cleaned and bandaged and so she did. She then covered the wound with a piece of gauze and wrapped her head before resting her on the pillow. Without even flinching, Michelle swallowed the medicine which was put on her tongue and eventually fell asleep, the last image before she closed her eyes was of her father sitting beside the bed, running his hand worriedly over his beard.

The next 48 hours, Abby came in to check on her every hour or so, but Jackson stayed in the infirmary to always have an eye on her, cleaning her head injury about three times a day and changing the bandage. The pain killers she got every now and then helped her not to be in so much pain and really calmed down the migraine. She didn’t have to stay in bed all day but because every time she tried to stand up and take a few steps, she was seized with dizziness which forced her to sit down again so it really narrowed down the options of what she was able to do. Like Abby told her, after a whole week most of the symptoms should have resolved on their own and it did, except for the migraine which came back every now and then especially when triggered by loud noises or vertigo if she moved her head too suddenly but thanks to supplies taken from Mount Weather, she was able to get pain killers when it was too much to bear.

“It’s been a week. How are you feeling today?” Abby came into the infirmary and walked up to her, pulling a chair next to Michelle’s bed. She got up to sit in her bed, placing her pillow behind her back for support. She didn’t have her head bandaged anymore since the wound had scabbed for a few days already.

“Just a headache when I woke up, but Jackson gave me painkillers. Now it’s fine.” The Chancellor turned her head towards her and held a small flashlight to her eyes to check her reaction and sensitivity to bright light. Michelle barely squinted her eyes. She then had her lean her head forward to clean the scab that formed over her head wound. It was mostly healed by now, but she still had to be careful so that it didn’t start bleeding again if she scratched it off. Abby got her to stand up and walk around a bit. No vertigo to report. This was a good sign that things were going the right way. She sat back down on her bed and Kane arrived at the same moment that she started asking about the Summit they were supposed to attend at Polis City with the 12 other clans and the Commander.

“You’re not coming.” He straight up said, his arms crossed.

“Didn’t expect you would let me anyway.”

“I sent Bellamy to Mount Weather, so he’s not coming either. But you, will stay in Arkadia, and you will not leave campgrounds. What you did the other week was stupid and reckless. I had asked you to be careful and you left with him without telling anyone. You both could have been killed.”

“I am sorry, okay?” She apologized, frowning. Now that she was better, his worry was overpowered by his need to scold her and act like the parent he should have been in her life and no matter how much she deserved it, she didn’t like to be addressed like a child. It was her decision to go with Bellamy and it was to look for Clarke, so she wasn’t actually that sorry, though she understood the stupidity of it. That was that kind of interaction that harmed her relationship with her mother, prior to her getting sent to solitary confinement for an entire year. Michelle stood up after taking an antibiotic and painkiller and Abby stopped her before she walked out. She still wasn’t allowed to take part in any activity that required effort and be careful not to touch her injury so it wouldn't bleed again. Even though in the past few days, she had had to stay within the walls of the infirmary for obvious reasons, she felt like she had been grounded ever since her return to Arkadia, a camp she still couldn't call home.

Michelle had taken care of doing what she could, chores here and there to help out among little trips to the infirmary when she got dizzy but knowing on the one hand her dad and Abby in Polis and her friends in Mount Weather were enough to keep her mind busy for the day. In the evening, she wandered around the camp, taking deep breaths of the fresh air. The weather was good, and the mood was calm and relaxing until the sound of an explosion in the distance disrupted everything. Given where the sound came from, it didn't take her more than a couple seconds to realize that it had occurred in Mount Weather, where she knew her, friends were, which immediately worried her. She watched the smoke rise above the treetops with wide eyes. Unable to go to bed, she stood pacing near the station entrance, watching for the camp gate until she saw a car drive in in the middle of the night and she ran to the hangar. Her father, Abby, Bellamy, and the others came out. She tried going up to Bellamy, but he walked past her and left. He seemed out of it.

“Dad, what-- what happened? What was the explosion earlier? Where are the others? Is Bellamy okay? What—" She was so confused and worried she couldn’t stop asking questions. He grabbed her shoulders.

“The Ice Nation blew up Mount Weather. Gina died in the attack.” It was the only piece of information she needed. She rushed to catch up with Bellamy who was walking down a hallway towards his bedroom. It was late and a lot had happened, so she understood he probably needed to be alone right now, but she had to check on him. He didn't even turn when he heard hurried footsteps coming from behind him, until she called his name. Then he stopped and looked at her before avoiding her gaze. She could see the neon light above them reflect the tears that made his eyes glisten.

“Bellamy, I’m sorry.” He knew what she was apologizing for and just looked down. She had never been close friends with Gina, because she was the girlfriend he got after they had gotten close and she pushed him away, but she would never have wished something like this to happen to her. She was a nice person who didn’t deserve to die. For some reason, Michelle drew Bellamy into a hug, and he wrapped his arms around her after a second. Acting tough wasn’t everything, he needed to be comforted too. They spent the night sitting on the floor next to each other in his room, not really talking or saying anything, just keeping each other company so neither of them would be alone. She saw him let his guards down and be vulnerable in front of her. The events at Mount Weather had really taken a toll on him and she had never seen him so bummed about something before, only when Clarke had left them.  After a while, they fell asleep, their heads resting on the bed behind them, their foreheads pressing against each other. This was the kind of intimate moment that they hadn’t shared in forever and Michelle realized how much she had missed it. She was quite unsettled by the resurgence of her feelings for Bellamy, not knowing what to do about it since the death of his girlfriend had just happened and she would hate herself if she tried getting with him just yet. She would deal with all this later, right now she just wanted to be there.

            Shortly after the sun finally rose outside, the rays entered the room and illuminated Michelle's face. She placed her hand over her eyes and rolled onto her back, when she realized that she was lying on the bed. At first without straightening up she raised her head and looked around in confusion and finally sat up seeing Bellamy standing near the table. He looked away, looking preoccupied. She was already over the fact that he woke up first and carried her on the bed, which somehow warmed her heart and wasn’t surprised by the expression on his face as he observed his Ark guard’s jacket hanging from the coat rack on the wall, near the door. He was as silent as last night, and it took her a minute to understand what was going on in his head. Because of what happened, he wanted to resign.

“Whatever happened… it wasn’t your fault, Bellamy.” She finally broke the silence. Hearing his name spoken outloud, he turned his head to her, looking back at her. It was clear that he disagreed with what she said, but it was true, what happened to Gina was beyond his control. She was at the wrong place, at the wrong time.

“I could’ve done something. I should’ve stayed.”

“Stayed where? At Mount Weather? But weren’t you there when it blew up?” She tried to ask a couple questions, to get him to tell her what actually happened because all she knew was that Mount Weather blew up and Gina died, but she didn’t know the details. Her questions remained unanswered as he grabbed his jacket and walked out of the room. Michelle jumped out of bed and followed suit. He wasn’t any more talkative in the corridors. She kept asking him where he was going and suddenly step in front of him to stop him in his tracks, grabbing his arms. Quickly, he finally loosened his tongue and told her the whole story. How a Grounder he was locked up with came back and told them about a trap at the Summit and that he then decided to leave with the others, leaving Gina behind at Mount Weather, where she was murdered before the whole facility exploded. There was a second of silence and she let her hands slide off his arms, nodding. Repeating that he didn’t need to blame himself for this was pointless, as he truly believed it was his fault.

           A man guarded the entrance. Inside, Kane and Abby were in a private meeting, probably assessing their next move regarding what happened. The door eventually opened, and the two young adults found themselves facing Pike who looked at them before leaving. They stepped in the room, watching Abby walk to the opposite side while Kane was leaning on the table, thinking.

“Sir?” Bellamy quietly called out to Kane. The latter straightened up on his stool and glanced at them, joining his hands in front of him. It took him a couple glances to notice his daughter standing next to him. She could tell he was wondering what they were doing together.

“Why aren’t you at your post?” He asked in a low voice, with a sigh. Bellamy put his jacket on the table and pushed it further away. “Don’t do this.”

“Forty-nine of the people I swore to protect died yesterday because I left them.”

“That’s not your fault, Bellamy.” Kane turned to face him. “Place the blame where it belongs. On the Ice Nation.”

“The Ice Nation didn’t tell Gina to stay there.” He paused, taking a shaky breath. “That was me.”

“Given the information you had at the time, you made a reasonable choice.” Kane stood up, placing a hand that was meant to be comforting on his shoulder. From the side, Michelle could see the pain and guilt that made his eyes shine in the faint glow of the light. “You were trying to save lives.”

“But I didn’t.” He looked away with a heavy sigh, his eyes getting watery as he tried to fight tears. He didn’t say anything else, maybe if he knew that if he did, he would have started crying, and instead just turned around and left. Michelle went to grab his arm as he walked past her, but she stopped herself and crossed her arms. She sighed, closing her eyes.

“All that’s certain is that we die. How we die is up to us.” Pike declared, standing before them as they all sat on chairs set in rows in the hangar. On Pike’s left side, Abby and Kane were sat together. They were all gathered here, attending a memorial for the ones that died in the explosition at Mount Weather. Michelle was next to Bellamy in the back row, sat straight back in her chair, fiddling with her fingers, eyes glued to her hands, her loose black hair falling in front of her face. She wasn’t good with feelings like sadness and grief and hated the heavy atmosphere that hung over them. It kept reminding her of the loss of her mother and she wanted to run away from it but there she was, stuck in this room and it would be disrespectful of her to just leave out of the blue. She wanted to be present, out of respect for the victims, but especially to show up for Bellamy, but she didn't feel able to look at the people around her. She didn't want to see the pain in their eyes. The former Earth skills teacher asked who wanted to speak for one of the girls that died in the attack and a man walked up to him after a moment of silence.

“Iris was strong. Good with a knife. She saved my life. I’m just sorry I couldn’t do the same for her.” He gave a sudden jerk with the knife in his hand to pull out the blade and put it down on a small piece of furniture nearby, before returning to his seat.

“We will miss Iris.” Pike resumed. “May we meet again.”

“May we meet again.” Everyone spoke in unison, with Michelle barely letting a whisper leave her lips. She hated that her grief made it all about her mother for her, and anything to do with loss and grief reminded her that she never had the chance to say goodbye to her mother and she never would. Neither would she ever see her again in this life. But it wasn’t what this memorial was about, and she refused to let herself cry over it while being surrounded by all those people. She never even told Bellamy about her feelings on this subject, despite pushing him to talk about what happened to his girlfriend.

“Who will speak for Gina Martin?” Michelle raised her head for the first time in the whole service and looked at Bellamy. He glanced at her and She risked giving him a small comforting smile and although he didn't return it before getting up, she knew he appreciated her support. Their relationship had been on and off those past few months, but they had never stopped being friends. He walked up to Pike, holding the book The Iliad in his hands. This time around, Michelle looked at him as he spoke, and he often met and held her gaze. Maybe he really felt her support, she didn’t know.

“Gina was real. She always saw the light, even here. She deserved better.” He went to put down the book when doors opened, and a bunch of Ark guards entered. Everyone straightened up in their chairs, looking at the soldiers and whispering to each other. Michelle noticed Pike talking to one of them, and she saw Lincoln alone. She followed Pike with her eyes as he walked to Kane and Abby. Seeing his lips moving as he leaned towards them slightly, she frowned. His voice began to rose.

“You gave a Grounder one of our radios?” Everyone in the audience stood up and the whispers became much louder.

“Sir, are we under attack?” Hannah enquired.

“No, we are not under attack.” Kane declared. “Their commander sent a peacekeeping force. To ensure that we can defend against any further attacks from the Ice Nation.”

“Peacekeeping force?” Pike was clearly not having it. “Even you can’t be that naïve, Marcus.”

“Watch your tone. You’re talking to the next Chancellor.” Abby chimed in, before addressing the crowd. “We’re all grieving. This has been hard on all of us. But we can’t let anger drive our policy.”

“Anger is our policy.” Michelle frowned even more at his aggressive response. His hatred for Grounders made him so biased and he really thought he was in the right. He rose his voice louder and talked to the people of the Ark present here. “If they’re here to defend us, as you say, then tell them to go home. We can defend ourselves!”

“Yeah!” Some of them began agreeing with Pike. Michelle looked around and exited the crowd through the left side to go to his father and Abby when a man dressed in the clothes of an Ark guard pointed at Lincoln in the back.

“You. You don’t belong here.”

“He’s one of them.” Said another man.

“My boy is dead!” A dude yelled and a stone was thrown at Lincoln, hitting him in the head with a thud. He groaned at the blow, and it quickly turned to chaos with some people trying to come at the grounder and others pushing them off. Bellamy ran through the mob to keep people from getting close to Lincoln. Kane ordered to arrest them and separated one of the many fights happenings when Pike let out a shrill whistle and things finally went to a halt.

“We do not attack our own!” He pressed each one of his words. “Fighting each other only makes us weak. The enemy is not in this camp. The enemy is out there.”

Michelle hated how everyone started listening to Pike suddenly, just because he was loud and strong with his words. She could tell he was going to cause troubles for all of them, especially those who weren’t pitting themselves up against the Grounders, like herself or her father. She looked at the people in the room and her eyes set on Bellamy and she wondered if that man would manage to get in his head, one way or another. It made her grind her teeth to think of Bellamy siding with Pike but when later that day, she saw the two men having a drink. She was sitting at a table in the corner of the room, having a drink on her own since without Clarke or even Murphy, well if she wasn’t hanging out with Bellamy, she really had no other friends. And Monty was nowhere to be seen anyway so she didn’t bother to look for him much. She couldn’t hear their conversation from where she was, but she watched them from the corner of her eyes. She noticed Monty’s mother at a table next to Pike and Bellamy’s and the woman was discreetly looking at them too, but Michelle wasn’t too sure if the latter wanted Pike to get the young man on their side. She didn’t know her too well, so she had no idea what was going on in her head. But to be safe, she preferred to assume the worst and to think that all the people from the Farm station were with Pike, and against her dad, and by association, against her.

When she saw Bellamy look around and the people from Farm Station that were there all gave him a glance, a glance full of the hatred for Grounders that they witnessed earlier, she understood that her assumption was in fact right. Sometimes being safe is being right and in that case she was. She didn’t like what was brewing. For some reason, and she wasn’t even a Grounder, so she wasn’t the group’s main target, but she started feeling unsafe and quite uncomfortable at that. She wished she could hear what they were saying so she could report it to Kane and Abby, but she at least knew that they were preparing something and trying to get Bellamy in on it with them, so that was already something, but she chose to wait a bit longer and see what more she could learn by just watching them from afar. The second she saw Bellamy give a nod to Pike, she knew whatever game they were all playing, it was over. For the Grounders at the very least, but also for anyone siding with them. She bitterly gulped down a last shot of alcohol and, grabbing her jacket lying on the seat next to her, she walked away as she put it back on. Not knowing where her dather would be as of now, her best guess was either the meeting room that she visited earlier with Bellamy or his own room, but she didn’t even remember where the latter was so she had to hope he and Abby would both be there. She had no idea where else they could be anyway.

After a dozen minutes just wandering around, she ran into Harper, and she grasped the chance. She wasn’t surprised at all to hear Michelle’s thoughts on the situation they had with Pike. It was already late, the sky was dark, and the two girls went to Lincoln and along with Zoe, they stood in the dark of the main gate, and it didn’t take very long for the group of wannabe vigilantes to come to them. When they noticed the four individuals, they stopped, and Bellamy walked up to them with a stern look on his face. He looked at all of them without moving his head, his eyes lingering for a little longer on Michelle. He was frowning.

“You need to step aside, right now.” He warned.

“What are the guns for?” Michelle asked after exchanging a glance with Harper. They knew very well what the guns were for, and Bellamy wasn’t so stupid either.

“There’s an army out there. And we need to hit them before they hit us.” As they spoke, Pike and the others slowly advanced towards them.

“That army was sent to protect us.” Lincoln said.

“Do we have a problem?” Pike asked this in such a way it sounded way more like a threat than a question.

“No.”

“I have always done what is best for us. I need you to trust that I am doing that now.” He glanced at Zoe in the back, and she subtly nodded before stepping away. Michelle frowned, taking a step towards him. Bellamy then looked at Harper and as if she understood his motivation, she nodded and apologized to Lincoln before leaving in turn. There was only Michelle left by his side, and she wasn’t about to walk away as well. She chewed nervously on the inside of her cheek, and she looked at Bellamy, trying to knock some sense into him before it was too late, even though she knew damn well that it was in fact too late. He would stand his grounds and side with Pike still, and he would realize only too late how far he went because he believed in the wrong person. Pike was loud and aggressive but that didn’t make him any less of a snake. Now she knew why she disliked him so much as a teacher on the Ark. He was never a good or a nice man.

“Bellamy.” Her tone of voice was soft. She was trying to do something pointless, but she still tried. And if she wasn’t on Pike’s bad side already, she would be now. “You’re not thinking this through. You can’t let Pike get in your head like this with all his Grounder hatred bullshit, come on. They’re not out there to kill us.”

“I am thinking this through, Michelle.” He came closer to her, and his brows relaxed but not hers. He spoke with determination to convince her this was the right thing to do. “I’m doing this for all of us. We have to hit before they hit us. Trust me on this.”

She looked away for a second. She wanted to believe him but with Pike in the mix, she just couldn’t, and it was tearing her heart apart to have to doubt Bellamy’s intentions but on this one, she couldn’t risk being on the wrong side. And she couldn’t be on the same side as Pike because it would always be the wrong one. She hated that Bellamy let himself be manipulated like this. She still believed there was a way to get him back on the right track, but she just couldn’t support him this time. She shook her head and looked back at him.

“You can’t just go out there to kill 300 people. They’re here to protect us.”

“They’re Grounders.”

“So were your fucking ancestors, Pike.” She spat vehemently, giving him a death stare.

“Watch your tone. You wouldn’t talk to your mother like this.”

“Don’t you talk about my mother.” She angrily rose her voice at Pike, suddenly walking towards him but she was stopped mid-way by Bellamy who grabbed her arms and moved her back in front of him. Pike obviously kept his composure and just looked at them. She hated how vicious he was, mentioning her mother like this, to try and get to her emotionally and he almost did get something out of her, but Bellamy prevented that. If she was alone, she would have bursted out in tears but her voice barely broke when she talked back to him.

“Let us pass.” Bellamy asked her, almost whispering. For a second, she got lost in his eyes, but this was nothing like the intimate and priviledged moments they had once shared. They were surrounded by Pike’s minions. She made a pout, shaking her head again as she pushed his hands away and stepped back next to Lincoln, staring at Bellamy. He seemed disappointed by her reaction, probably hoping she wouldn’t fight him, but he wasn’t Clarke, and the latter was the only one she would blindly follow.

“I can’t.” Bellamy let his arms hang at his sides and they held each other's gaze.

“Lincoln, you wanna prove you’re one of us, let us pass.” Pike spoke to the Grounder.

“I’m not moving.” One of Pike’s men suddenly aimed at him, urging him to get out of the way and Lincoln subtly pushed Michelle behind him as he grabbed the gun and made the man lose his balance, holding his knife up to the latter’s throat, backing away. Being behind him, Michelle was kind of stuck there, having to step back as well. The rest of Pike’s men brandished their guns. Bellamy told them to put the guns down and Pike encouraged them to listen to him.

“So much for the good Grounder.” Monty’s mother noted.

“Quiet, Hannah.” Michelle now stood aside, still not about to leave. “Whose people are you defending here, Lincoln?”

“Lincoln, put down the knife. No one has to get hurt here.” Bellamy added.

“I can’t let you start a war.”

“We’re already at war.”

“Not with the Grounders out there.” Michelle argued.

“They’re all Grounders.”

“This is so stupid… They’re not all Ice Nation. We’re not at war with them.”

“Neither of you can stop this.” She stared back at Bellamy, letting out a quiet but heavy sigh. Shaking her head in disbelief, not taking her eyes off him, she mouthed his name but not a sound came out of her lips, and she hated that she could see in his eyes that he wasn’t sorry for any of this. He truly thought he was doing the right thing here. The PA system in the camp went off and screeched for a second before a voice came on.

“All unstationed security personnel report at the main gate.” He repeated the message a couple of times as a buzzing sound sounded in the background. Octavia appeared in their sight and ran towards Lincoln.

“What’s wrong with you?” Bellamy closed his eyes and looked at his sister. A second later a bunch of Arkadia guards arrived with their guns. Michelle saw her father walking in their direction among the soldiers. She could’ve searched for him longer but when earlier she came across Harper, she didn’t waste any more time. They had gone straight to Lincoln. As Kane came closer, Pike asked his people to put their guns on the ground.

“Lincoln, it’s all right. Let him go.” At Kane’s words, he released the man who threatened him. The future chancellor and his daughter exchanged a quiet glance.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Abby enquired.

“What you didn’t have the guts to do.”

“Did you arm these people?” Kane headed towards Bellamy. He didn’t even answer but his silence alone was enough for him to understand.

“Guards take them to lock up now.” They were quickly all arrested as she told everyone else to go back to their quarters. It was late and there was nothing else to see here. “It’s over.”

“Nothing is over.” Pike exclaimed. “We are surrounded by warriors who want us dead.

“That’s enough!” Kane spoke up.

“No, it isn’t. Not even close. Why don’t you show us all what you let the Grounders do to you yesterday? Come on, Kane. I think that the people who are about to vote for you have a right to know.” Michelle frowned, having no idea what he was talking about. She got closer to Abby and her dad. He looked around him as people asked him to show them whatever it was. He lifted his sleeve and showed the crowd a red mark on his arm.

“It’s the mark of the Commander’s coalition. It means we are the 13th clan. It means we are in this fight together.”

“No. It’s what farmers used to do to their livestock.”

“Right before the slaughterhouse.” Hannah shouted, trying to entice the crowd into siding with them. And people started to be for Pike going as far as to tell him to be on the ballot for tomorrow’s election. Michelle turned around when she heard Bellamy chanting Pike’s name, followed by every single one of those who had been arrested, and a lot of people in the crowd. This felt like a nightmare. She stepped next to her father, and he put a hand on her shoulder out of habit. He, Abby, and Michelle looked at each other, worried and dumbfounded by the situation.

“I tried to talk him out of it.” She said quietly, looking at them walk away.

“You did what you could.” He gently squeezed her shoulder, unable to take his eyes off the people still chanting Pike’s name like a bunch of brainwashed people. Things were only about to get worse now that Pike convinced others to be with him. There was a risk he could be elected the next day and with him at the head of the whole group, it would be war against any Grounder in sight.

The next day, with barely a few hours of sleep as she was unable to get any rest, Michelle attended the election held outside in the camp and and Pike quickly received a majority of the votes. They couldn’t believe it. Once it was over, her father and two guards headed towards the prison wing of the ring. She followed them and hid behind the walls to let them pass without being seen and, to keep a certain distance. She followed them until they got to the portion of the corridor that went straight to the cell door. She stopped behind a corner and even though she wished she could be closer, it should be enough for her to hear them talk. If she tried to approach, it wouldn’t be the guards or Kane who would notice her, it would be the prisoners and she would be spotted by everyone anyway because if Pike saw her lurking around the corner, he would never keep his mouth shut. He knew she was out of reach for his manipulation tricks. She would never talk with him. He was only going there to tell Pike of his win at the election, but she still wasn’t supposed to be following him when he had asked her not to, though he knew she wasn’t always listening to him. She went ahead with following him because she was fully aware he wouldn’t get mad at her for something like this. He had other things to be uspet about anyway.

Kane pressed on the panel next to the door, unlocking the door before walking in. Everyone inside stood up. He walked up to Pike.

“Congratulations, Mr. Chancellor.”

“Where’s Abby?”

“Wishes she could be here.” He handed him the Chancellor pin. “The vote wasn’t close. Our people are now your responsibility, Charles. I hope you take that seriously.”

“Thank you, Marcus. I certainly intend to. For my first official action as Chancellor, I pardon myself and the others. For my second official action, I reject the brand that made us the 13th clan. For my third, let’s finish what we started.” Michelle felt a knot in her stomach just hearing this and she rested her head against the corner with a sigh, not caring if she was seen anymore. She crossed her arms and watched the people walk out of the cell, keeping her eyes on her father as he stopped Bellamy before he left. He spoke to him in a whisper so she couldn’t hear but the expression on Bellamy’s face as he walked past him. He noticed Michelle standing there and gave her a brief look but there was nothing there, no compassion, nothing. It was just the dark brown of his eyes looking at her like they were enemies.

[To be continued…]  

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Published (12/29/2023) by Andrea

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[hd-junglebook]

Edge of Exile

part 1

Following episode 9 Unity Day of the 100

You were escorted from your cell. The guard fixing you with a stern look as you both walk the all-too-familiar route away from maximum security.

"Don't cause any more trouble," he warns. you simply nod, too overwhelmed with anticipation to respond.

You were led through the halls to Mecha Station. The guard ushering you toward a small but cozy room. "Home sweet home," he says gruffly before departing.

You step inside the new room, making faces at his back as he walks away. This room was so different from your drafty, sterile cell in Prison Station. This space feels lived in. The desk was the same, your photos and colorful blankets placed neatly inside the room already.

The medium sized window that adorned one of the walls adding some natural scenery, just missing your drawings and paintings, each one a reflection of your innermost thoughts and emotions.

…

Your first week of freedom went better than you would have imagined.

At first, you were skeptical of his offer. Everyone knew how Jaha led - with an iron fist. You had witnessed his disregard for human life firsthand when he floated most of your friends. But his deal was your only chance to get out of that cell.

The work itself felt good. Kept your hands and mind busy, and finally able to use the skills that had been useless in your cell. The engineers even valued your input, unlike the guards who had tossed you in confinement.

These full, simple days of freedom were all anyone could wish for after surviving isolation. Every morning you reminded yourself to be thankful for this second chance, even if you didn't fully trust the man who had granted it.

Kane had only visited twice your release. Your stubbornness kept you from speaking, a trait you most definitely adopted from being around him so long. But no matter how much you tried pretending he didn’t exist anymore, he had always tried to be by your side.

You found it so hard to hate him. Even now when you think about it. They had placed you in indefinite lockup instead of death, if it were anyone else you would have been floated with the rest.

….

A soft knock sounded from your door, vibrating through the thin walls, waking you from your deep sleep. Bleary-eyed, you approached the door to find your grandmother standing there in the dimly lit corridor.

"Vera? What are you doing here so late?” you state, head lolling to the side.

She stepped inside, a small smile appearing on her lips. "I'm sorry to wake you, y/n. I couldn’t sleep but there’s something I wanted to ask you."

A look of confusion spreads across your face as you extend your hand, gesturing for her to sit at the small table as you shook off sleep. "What is it?"

"It's about your uncle, Kane."

You sighed, "What about him?" your voice came out harsher than intended as you crossed your arms, unwilling to yield. "You don't know what he put me through."

"You're right, I don't," she conceded softly. "But I know you. And I know holding onto bitterness will destroy the bright, brave girl I love."

“I won’t be alive for long. He's still family. His burden is heavy too. Will you at least try, for your old Grandma's sake?”

You let out a long breath, feeling your heart crack open despite yourself. You nodded reluctantly. Where Kane and you would end up, only time would tell.

Sadness filled her eyes. "Resentment will only poison your spirit, child. What's done is done. But you still have a choice - let go of the anger, or let it define you."

…

It was Unity Day, and the entire Ark was celebrating, minus you and the few engineers working to get the last three stations fixed up.

You had gotten to work the moment you woke up, Vera’s words still circling your mind. Sinclair had been first to join you, meeting in the remnants of flint station, helping you figure out the repairs for the damage.

Together, you both had spent hours poring over the manual, checking, and rechecking each step to make sure everything was done correctly.

Both of you taking turns going on breaks and grabbing snacks you had stolen from the eating hall, but for the most part, you were both fully focused on the task at hand.

The temperature in the room rose as well, making your work even more challenging. The air conditioning had been broken for weeks in flint station as if the mounting pressure of work wasn't enough.

You and Sinclair had pushed through it, determined to see this done.

The heat was stifling as you both crawled through the tight utility space, searching for the wiring short that was causing power fluctuations in Mecha Station. Rivulets of sweat dripped down your back.

"Phew, it's boiling in here," you complained, pushing past another bundle of wires. "Couldn't they have put in some AC?"

Sinclair chuckled. "Unfortunately for you y/n, the Ark wasn't built with comfort in mind. But don't worry, we're almost there."

You grumbled good-naturedly as he shuffled forward. your toolkit banging against the metal walls, the sound echoing in the tight space.

"Watch out for that junction box," Sinclair warned over his shoulder. You looked to the side and saw the hazard just in time and pivoted awkwardly around it.

"Thanks for the heads up. Wouldn't want to get zapped in here."

You reached the problem spot - a bundle of fraying wires with melted insulation. Sinclair gave a satisfied nod. "Just needs some fresh wraps and it'll be good as new."

As you both worked, Sinclair made quiet small talk, telling stories about past repairs and close calls he had with a coworker of his, Raven Reyes.

His calm expertise putting you at ease.

After another 30 minutes, all your hard, sweaty work paid off as you finally heard the hum of the machines coming back to life.

Packing up the tools, Sinclair nervously smiled at you. "You did great work today. With some more training, you'll make an excellent mechanic."

Pride swelled in your chest at the praise as you fanned yourself off from the heat. "Does this mean I get to do the fun zero-G jobs next?" you said jokingly.

He laughed heartily. "Maybe not just yet. But you've got a bright future ahead. Now let's get out of this sauna."

Grinning, you followed him out, grateful for his patience. Both of you let out a sigh of relief as you collapsed into a chair, exhausted, still drenched in sweat, sharing a fist bump before you stood and headed to the hallway to catch your breath, the sound of music and chatter filled the air.

The hallways decorated in banners and streamers recycled from the previous Unity Day adorned the walls.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you remembered that you needed to find Kane and your grandma before getting back to work.

"fuck," you whispered to yourself, speed walking down the hall.

you turned a corner, eyes on the floor glancing at the confetti when you were jolted out of your thoughts as a blonde lady bumped into you, causing you to stumble backwards.

"Oof!" you gasped.

Quickly regaining your balance as you looked up to see who had collided with you. It was Diana Sydney.

Diana looked at you with a mix of surprise and annoyance, her mouth pinched into a thin line before quickly brushing past you and disappearing down the hall.

"Excuse me!" You called after her, irritation flaring. "You just ran right into me!"

She paused and half-turned, eyes scanning right through you with her dark eyes. "Did I?" she murmured dreamily before whisking away again.

You stood there rubbing your left shoulder where she had hit you, stunned by her complete lack of courtesy. "Unbelievable," you muttered under your breath.

You couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about her reaction.

You had never met her before, but you had heard all the stories from your uncle about their shared time on the council.

You quickly made your way through the rest of the halls, passing by Jaha speaking to the citizens on the Ark and the delinquents on the ground through a broadcast.

His voice was firm as he spoke, pausing every so often to look at the faces in the crowd, stating that the ark would be sending down reinforcements within the next 3 days.

Just when you were about to give up your search, you spotted both Kane and your grandma off to the side of the room in the middle of a conversation.

Kane brushing off his mother’s request, about to walk away leaving Vera to stand alone to watch the unity speech.

Your heart ached at the sight, you couldn't understand why Kane would leave her like that.

You walked faster, almost in front of them when all of a sudden your thoughts were drowned out by a deafening boom as an enormous explosion rocked the station.

Your body lifted off the ground, a flying piece of metal stabbing your leg as you crashed to the floor. You felt a jolt of pain as your head smacked onto the surface, and everything went black.

...

When you came to, a groan escaped your lips, your whole body aching in pain from the fall. You look around to find yourself lying on the cold, hard surface of the floor. The footsteps vibrating on your face and muffled voices nearby.

You tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through your head and you fell back down. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you struggled to move, your ears ringing and your vision blurry.

The feeling of wetness pooled on your thigh, a gasp escaping your lips when you looked down to examine your leg.

A gash stretched across the area above your knee. Your nose wrinkling in disgust at the sight of your thigh jaggedly cut open.

With trembling hands you ripped off your sleeves to tie around your leg. Pain shot through your body in ripples the tighter you made the knot.

Shouts and screams all around you, the smell of smoke and burning filling your nostrils, panic set in as you frantically looked around, trying to make sense of your surroundings.

It took a second for you to even understand how you ended up in this situation, how did this happen.

The chaos around you seemed to intensify as you looked around, noticing the number of people panicking, some of them injured and bleeding. The ground was littered with debris and shattered glass, and the walls were crumbling from the force of the explosion.

You spotted your grandmother lying on the floor impaled by a jagged piece of metal, your heart began to race, eyes widening at the sight of her blood pooling beneath her. The sight of Kane leaning over her, his voice trembling as he recited the Travelers Blessing.

"In peace, may you leave the shore. In love, may you find the next,” he whispered, his eyes filled with tears. “Safe passage on your travels until our final journey to the ground. May we meet again," Kane said, spending his mother’s last moment comforting her.

Pushing down the swirling panic in your stomach, you focused only on putting one foot in front of the other. You couldn’t look at her anymore. The adrenaline dulling the pain coming from your gash slightly.

You limped forward slowly, the bodies of council members greeting you as they lay motionless on the ground. There were four of them, all of them unconscious.

Jaha approached from your side, concern etched on his face.

"Y/n! Are you alright?" he asked urgently.

"I - I think so," you stammered back, disoriented.

Kane stood from his place on the ground, closing vera’s eyes and coming over to where you stood with Jaha.

“You need to get out of here, they tried to kill you,” Kane said to him, voice shaking with fear and adrenaline.

“Do you realize it was Diana who tried to kill you, she’s the only one not here.” Jaha looked at you with a grave expression.

He placed a hand on your shoulder, looking to both you and Kane with urgency, “First priority is getting survivors to safety. Then we stop them before they cause any more harm” he said. “We have to lock down the ark.”

“Kane find Diana.”

….

The adrenaline was pumping through your veins as you and Kane walked down the dimly lit hallways, the sound of your footsteps echoing off the metal walls. The air was thick with smoke, making it difficult to see and breathe.

Four skilled ark guards following in the rear behind Jaha, their weapons at the ready. Diana’s followers were not to be underestimated, they were fighting for their cause and would do anything to escape.

After what felt like an eternity, you reached the end of the hallway where the exodus ship was docked.

The doors were sealed shut, the guards and Kane charged towards the door, using all their strength to break it down. To no avail, the door didn’t budge. Jaha begged Diana not to do this.

You spotted a long metal pry bar lying nearby and snatched it up.

"Use this!" You called, passing the bar to the nearest guard. He wedged it into the seam between the doors, the muscles in his arms bulging as he heaved with all his strength.  They worked together, pushing with everything they had but it wasn’t enough.

Jaha persisted attempting to talk Diana down, “Diana, please! You don't want to be remembered like this!” The desperation clear in his voice.

“I won't be because you brought this on yourself, Jaha. You promised the people truth, and all you gave them were lies!”

Jaha paled in response, “You had me shot! You detonated a bomb in a public meeting, killing six innocent people, and now you want to kill everyone on this space station to satisfy your ego?”

Diana smirked, looking back to her followers “He is still lying to your face. There aren't enough dropships to get everyone to the ground.”

The men shared a look, Red deciding to break the ranks and save himself and sprinted forward, before anyone could react. Just out of your grasp, he had slipped through the open doors and seized the controls.

With a grinding screech, the massive doors began sliding closed, causing the dropship to begin its launch.

Sinclair began pleading with Jaha, his breathing heavy. “ Sir, we have to go right now! Everybody out! Get back behind the containment doors. Go, go, go! Please, sir.”

….

The ship was pitch black and the air was thick and heavy, causing sweat to bead on your skin despite the cool air lightly blowing around the halls. In the distance, a shuffling noise came from behind you.

Your heart rate quickened as you turned around, but there was no one there. But then, you heard it again, this time, it was closer. You strained your eyes, trying to make out any movement in the shadows.

The sound of footsteps bounced off the walls, slow and deliberate, as if whoever was making them was trying to be quiet. You tried to tell yourself that it was just your imagination, but the footsteps grew louder and closer.

Just as you were about to scream, a hand landed on your shoulder. You jumped and let out a gasp, as a familiar voice started to speak. “It's just me, Kane,” he said, his voice low and calm.

You let out a sigh of relief and turned to face him, thankful to see he was okay. In the faint light, you could see his tall figure looming over you on the floor.

“Can you stand up?' Kane asked, concern written on his face, the blood from your soaking the white fabric of your sleeves. You nodded yes and grabbed Kane's hand to stand up.

“We should look for everyone else,” he said, breaking the eerie silence. “We have to find Jaha.”

You nodded in agreement, relieved to have a goal in this unknown darkness.

…

Kane kept a steady hand under your arm while you slowly made your way down the hallway, leg throbbing with every step you took.

You both rounded a corner, stopping in the middle of the hallway as you stifled a groan when a spike of pain shot through your leg. Kane paused, his brow creased in concern. "Just a little farther," he encouraged.

You nodded, biting your lip as he continued walking you forward. The hall was eerily silent, a sudden clanging rang out, followed by a loud curse. You jumped abruptly, exchanging startled glances with Kane, heading forward to investigate the noise.

There on the floor was Wick, his arm caught in a doorway, tools scattered at his feet. He looked up at you in dismay. He was in a state of panic, his eyes wild with fear as he struggled to free himself.

"A little help here?" Wick pleaded, still trying in vain to free himself.

Kane sighed and moved to examine Wick's predicament. "What happened?"

"I was trying to override the door panel when it decided to eat my arm!" Wick explained in exasperation.

"What the hell happened, anyway?" wick said distracting himself while you and Kane use an axe to try and open the door.

Kane had a somber look on his face when he replied, "We were betrayed. Councilor Sydney... she took the Exodus ship by force. The damage to the Ark was catastrophic."

Wicks face turned in disgust, "What a bitch! You know, my mom voted for her."

You bit back an amused smile at the absurd situation despite the pain you were in. Only Wick could get into such a mess.

Once freed, Wick shook our hands gratefully. "I owe you both. Let’s look for everyone else."

With your leg burning in pain, you decided to separate and venture back to the med bay, you knew that they would be able to handle themselves and you were useless until you patched up your leg.

You could feel the warmth of the dark blood soaking through your pants, and you knew that you needed to find a safe place to tend to your wounds.

You hobbled through the wreckage of the ship, pushing the doors to the infirmary open.

….

#fluff #angst #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake #octavia blake #masterlist #the 100 rewrite #the 100 fanfiction #the 100 series #the 100 #the ark #abby griffin #clarke griffin #john murphy #raven reyes #bellamy x reader #marcus kane #fanfiction #new writers on tumblr #new fic

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Fem Reader who possesses the Curse technique ability of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception (This power comes from the Fate series)? Bonus, if she’s like sweet and gentle to everyone, but in battle, she’s cold, merciless, and swift? HCs with the JJK men, like Gojo, Itadori, Megumi, Sukuna?

Most characters think you can stand with them. The big dogs of the big dogs. As a student, they'd bet 100% that you'd go for Special Grade given the proper training. As an adult, you’re probably already one, if not a very strong first grade.

Sukuna has strong interest in your technique.

He sees someone with the ability to kill anything regardless of the power difference. He automatically wants to see it in action and the potential damage it can cause. If possible, he’d even like to claim the skill for himself (think of his interest in the Executioner’s sword).

Your technique causes you to be high on his list of most potential, second only to Megumi. The only thing that stops you from being first on his list is that you still need awareness on how to kill your target or get around their technique to be able to touch your target. If Sukuna touches someone, chances are he’s going to kill them anyway.

Either way, he wants to keep you alive for now if only to see if that sweet nature of yours (the one holding you back) will win out over the cold, calculated, barbarian he knows is inside you when you fight. It’s a form of entertainment while he’s under lock and key in Itadori’s body.

If things had been different, he might've been willing to keep you as a servant ALA Uraume.

Satoru thinks the world of you.

He has you right up there next to Yuuta and Geto in terms of skills and personal importance. He didn’t really expect after his birth, when the Jujutsu world spun and more powerful curses appeared, that it would also be accompanied by the revival of a technique once thought extinct.

Satoru likes to be paired with you to figure out how your powers work and to see you in action. A part of him would like to fight you and to test your skill out against infinity, but your curse technique has an added sure kill effect so that’s a bit out of the question.

You remind him a lot of himself. He definitely smiles when that good girl nature disappears and he can confirm for a fact, that you're crazy (affectionately).

Satoru likes to pick on you and constantly tries to rope you into his schemes and games, bringing you to his side when it comes to rewriting the jujutsu society. He likes to speak in terms of “our” “us” “we” when it comes to the two of you. Due to your potential to be a special grade, the fact that both your techniques revolve around your eyes, and the simple fact that you might be the only one who can grow to understand both the rush and excitement of power while being able to circumvent the loneliness that comes with it.

You’re also so genuinely kind to him, and he thinks that you earnestly care about him and want to be around him. You’re not the only one who is like this to him but it’s more special when it’s you.

Megumi is a bit annoyed by you, not because of anything you’ve done wrong, but mostly because that sweet nature of yours causes you to overly worry for him, like a mom, and vice versa.

Like Itadori, you’re a good person so he worries about you when it comes to interacting with others. He’s worried someone might take advantage of that gentleness of yours. However, he’s aware well enough that you can take care of yourself in a fight.

He isn’t really scared of your power. It reminds him of Nanami, after all. What he is scared of is your worry and fretting and scolding. Megumi absolutely refuses to tell you when someone or rather something gives him a hospital visit because of it, constantly reminding the others not to tell you when it happens for his own peace.

In battle, he relies on you much more than you rely on him, instantly feeling more relaxed and confident about hard missions when you’re there.

He gets embarrassed when you remind him that you rely on him, too, that the thing that helps you see is his planning and observation of the enemy, that’s better than your own.

Ironically and hypocritically, he finds you too self-sacrificing for your own good when you get out of control. At the end of the day, you’re more important than him.

Itadori thinks you’re scary since you first met under less-than-ideal conditions.

When you meet again at school, he’s shocked that it’s you. He straight up asks if you have a twin, a scarier really strong twin. He’s a bit more respectful when he figures out that you’re that scary twin.

You're easily one of his favorite people because of how nice you are. You're usually willing to go out with him when the others bail out. He often forgets how crazy you get otherwise.

Itadori really values your opinions when it comes to fighting and techniques. He confides in you often until he can rectify the fact he has to kill to survive, including humans. Itadori wonders how you compartmentalize everything, but between your sweet personality and the brutal one, but he’s too scared to learn your answer.

Despite this, Itadori still doesn't entirely understand your technique even when you explain it to him multiple times. He just knows it's kinda badass. You slice and things die, almost always.

(You're still working on figuring out how to explain it to him in a way he'd understand.)

#jjk x reader #gojo x reader #megumi x reader #sukuna x reader #yuji x reader #itadori x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #adel hcs

[abalidoth]

what is cosmere? (is that what its called?)

The Cosmere is a big, interconnected fantasy universe that is the setting of most of the works by the author Brandon Sanderson. The cool thing about his books is that each series is contained to its own world, and you can read any of them in isolation without realizing you're missing anything, but if you read them all you get a sense of the larger plot happening behind the scenes as those worlds start to collide and things cross over.

Brandon's magic systems tend to be very rule-based and well-defined, with a lot of twists being characters finding interesting ways to use those rules of magic. This lends itself well to the crossovers, because all the magic systems (as different as they are) share the same underpinning principles.

Here's some quick rundowns of different series and standalones in the Cosmere:

The Stormlight Archive

Planned ten-book series, currently four books are out.

A massive sprawling epic about the world Roshar, that's hit by a hurricane about every four days, and all the life has adapted to survive that environment. Knights Radiant -- superpowered individuals with a close bond to a spirit -- are starting to re-emerge in the world after being absent for centuries.

Because there are so many characters, this is where a lot of the character fandom tends to focus their efforts. I wouldn't recommend starting with it, though -- the first book alone is a thousand pages. I'd wait until you have a sense of Brandon's writing. But it's very good.

Mistborn

One trilogy (completed), one tetralogy set a couple hundred years later (completed), two trilogies some time in the future.

One cool thing about this series is that it follows one world (Scadrial) from a vaguely Renaissance tech level in the first trilogy, to 1920s in the second series, and eventually 1980s in the third and space-age magic in the fourth.

The magic itself is very intricate and all woven around metals -- there are people called Metalborn who can ingest metals and burn them in their stomachs to get different effects, including super-senses, strength, and Magneto-ish metallokinesis. That last bit makes the gunfights in the second series particularly fun.

The first book is a heist novel about robbing a thousand-year-old God-Emperor blind. It's a pretty good place to start, although it's a pretty hefty novel to start with.

The Emperor's Soul

I'm putting this one in a different category from the rest of the one-offs for a very good reason -- it's, in my opinion, the single best place to start reading the Cosmere.

It's a novella (just over a hundred pages) about a forger named Shai who uses magic to rewrite the histories of objects. She is captured by the government of an empire to reforge the soul of their Emperor, who has been left braindead after an assassination attempt, in the 100 days before the mourning period is over.

It's a fantastic meditation on art, a cool introduction to the way Brandon writes both characters and magic systems, and Shai herself is one of my favorite Cosmere characters. If any of this sounds at all interesting to you, I recommend you check it out.

One-offs

Brandon has also written a bunch of one-off novels in the Cosmere.

Elantris: His first book, and the one that my tattoo is from. About a prince who is affected by a dark transformation and thrown into a city of fellow undead, and the princess betrothed to him who arrives just in time to be told he died. Good, but suffers from some first book issues, pacing problems, and weird plot cul-de-sacs. Set in the same world as The Emperor's Soul, although there's basically no crossover.

Warbreaker: About a world where souls (Breaths) are bought and sold, and used to animate objects to do work, ruled by The Returned, living gods who require a steady dose of Breaths to live. One of my favorites, and an essential if you'd like to get into the crossover-y parts of the cosmere, as it introduces a bunch of elements that show up later (Especially in Stormlight)

Tress of the Emerald Sea: The first of his wildly successful Kickstarter project books, it's a fairy tale style story about a girl who braves a sea of bubbling, deadly spores to rescue the man she loves. It's lovely, especially if you're into a more Diana Wynne Jones kind of vibe to your fantasy. Probably a pretty good place to start!

Yumi and the Nightmare Painter: The third Kickstarter book. About a shrine priestess who stacks rocks to draw spirits, and a man who paints the nightmares that roam the streets of his city to banish them -- they become trapped in each other's places and must learn about each other's worlds to survive. This is currently my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE cosmere novel, oh my GOD it's so good. I'm not sure it's a great place to start, as a lot of the conclusion might feel a bit rushed if you don't have a good feel for the vibe of how Brandon writes magic, but honestly it might stand alone just fine even then.

The Sunlit Man: Fourth Kickstarter book. I haven't read this one yet.

Novellas: There are a bunch of novellas and short stories, some set on worlds we haven't otherwise seen, some set on Roshar or Scadrial.

If any of this sounds good to you, I recommend you give his writing a shot. He's one of my all time favorite writers (the tattoo should prove that, lol) and the Cosmere fandom is by and large wonderful and welcoming. I've made many lifelong friendships there.

#cosmere #brandon sanderson #stormlight archive #mistborn #tesseranswers

[room-surprise]

Dungeon Meshi Anime Review, Season 1, Episode 13 review

This episode has one of me and my spouse's favorite jokes in the manga... And yes, the little sign moves with the hams as they roll away.

This was another great episode!

Thistle!!!!!!! He's perfect. Love that he looks accurate to the manga at this point of the series, and wasn't updated to look more cutesy/younger like he looks in the later manga as Kui's art style evolved to give everyone bigger eyes and cuter faces.

His monarchist speech was chilling and just as good as in the manga. This is a man taht 100% believes in feudalism and the divine right of kings and it's as natural as breathing to him. Love him giving this context for readers and viewers. This is WHAT PEOPLE IN THIS ERA BELIEVE...

Love how we can have Marcille spend an entire episode in just her underwear, fighting for her life, covered in blood, and it's not sexualized. Nothing wrong with sexy things, but very refreshing to see a character able to do that and to feel that the camera isn't focused on objectifying her.

Ok, so time for a pretty big complaint... Leed's voice in the English dub.

As I stated in a previous review, BangZoom entertainment, the English dub company, cast a black actor to play Zon. They have made a pattern of casting real life minorities to play the fictional minorities in Dungeon Meshi, which I think is a noble idea and can certainly bring nuance to the performances! Good for them attempting to do this!

However they rewrote Zon's dialog to have him speak what was either African American Vernacular English (AAVE), or "broken English." In the original Japanese, the orcs do not speak this way, their dialog is more or less the same as everyone else's.

I gave the dub studio a benefit of a doubt because they hired a black actor to play Zon, and I expected that Leed would also be played by an actress of color and that they would rewrite her dialog to match Zon's.

They did not do that.

As far as I can tell, Leed's actress is not black, though she has a Hispanic last name... But much more important than the ethnicity of who they cast, BangZoom did not rewrite Leed's dialog the way they rewrote Zon's dialog.

These characters are siblings, there's no reason Zon and the other orcs would speak a different dialect from Leed.

Did they do this because Leed is pale and pink and they thought that she shouldn't talk in AAVE? They should have known that she was coming later and not done that to Zon then, if they weren't going to continue the trend with Leed.

Very weird, not a fan, makes me question the studio's knowledge and understanding of the source material...

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[biconickyoshi]

Here’s a lil sketch I originally did ages ago depicting a scene from my AU longfic The Avatar and the Fire Prince (a rewrite of the original series in which Zuko and Iroh discover Aang in the iceberg just three months after Zuko was burned and banished at age 13 in 96 AG).

Excerpt from Book 1: Air, Chapter 4: The Southern Air Temple, Part 2:

He covered his ears at the jarring sound of another flaming boulder crashing into the cliffside a few yards behind them, along with a distant, strange metal clanking noise. Ears ringing, he involuntarily squeezed his eyes closed and curled into himself, feeling overwhelmed. His thoughts were cloudy, and were quickly becoming disorganized with panic.

Was he going to die here, just like everyone he knew probably did nearly a hundred years ago?

“Aang!” A voice echoed in the distance. “Aang!"

Aang’s eyes abruptly snapped open to see Zuko crouching in front of him, holding out his hand, a determined look blazing in his amber eyes. “Come on, Aang, you have to get up!”

Head clearing slightly, he reached up and took Zuko’s outstretched hand, the Fire Nation boy lifting him back up onto his feet. He then placed Aang’s arm around his shoulder and grabbed tight onto his waist as they both shuffled down the path as quickly as they could.

This one isn’t as “clean” as the stuff I usually like to post since I a.) originally drew it a few months ago and b.) was too lazy to redo the lines lol, but I’m trying to get better with telling myself that my art does not have to be absolutely 100% perfect and polished for it to be posted, that way I can post more of it, because there’s a lot more stuff I wanna draw and share with y’all! :)

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[megamindsecretlair]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin , im never sure if ppl look forward to whats upcoming from me, but these keep me honest 🤣😭

Step one: Post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)

Step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on, then prioritize the one with the most votes.

Step three: Ask me about my WIPs! Don't be shy, I love talking about my fics! We don't create or share in a void, we want to hear from you lovelies!

Well, Mega, what can we look forward to 👀

1) Beauty and the Beast Inspired Stunna: I have severe Yahya Abdul Mateen II brainrot and baby, 🥲 the way I want to write literally everything for him. This will be a precursor to a novella I wanna write with original characters and lots more action, but Id love extra feedback for it. It will have vampires, toxic staff, and naughty bits.

2) Mea Culpa: I have been debating how much time I wanna dedicate to rewriting that monstrosity of a movie 🤭 okay, thats not fair. The idea was there, the execution wasn't because TP wouldnt know what's sexy if it slapped him in his face. Who am I fooling? I won't be satisfied until I write the whole thing and satisfy my brain. So yeah, prepare for a rewrite according to what I would've done. Think corruption kink, think court drama, think Zyair being the toxic mess we know and love.

3) Mob Boss Tyrone: I feel like ive been teasing this for years 🥲😭🤣 and thats because the ask was specifically for a one shot and I plotted out 7 parts 🤭🤣 at this point, yall know how I am. I tried to conform to short fics for my sanity and I just cant 🤷🏽‍♀️ some ideas require one part, some require several. It will include hella angst, hella smut, hella toxcity, but at the end of the day, hes always going to love his baby girl. I also think im going to switch it to Fontaine chuz thats a prettier/grittier name and would suit the story better.

4) A Watchmen fic for Cal (Yahya): lissen, ive finally went back to finish Watchmen. Not because it was a bad show, but because it requires 100% of my focus and I aint had it. But for Yahya? Ill make the time. I feel like that is 100% a soft dom and I just wanna be his cute lil princess, sue me 🤷🏽‍♀️ I love a man I can't tell what to do 🤣

Theres more but for the sake of brevity, Ill keep it at the 4 most occupying my brain at the moment. Soooo, which one yall want first? And yes 🥲 im aware of how many series I need to update 🥲

No pressure tags: @nerdieforpedro @harmshake @notapradagurl7 @ellethespaceunicorn @miyuhpapayuh

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[tzuyusluv]

❥ Sunghoon As A Dad

genre → fluff

pairing → enha’s sunghoon x reader

warnings → children

word count → 0.1k

summary → enhypen’s Sunghoon as a dad

The only reason I was making this series is bc of Sunghoon actually

Just thinking about him holding a tiny little baby girl in those arms of his 🥹

I honestly think he’s the type to be a stern but loving dad

Driving his kids places such as sporting events or an art show where they’re featured

When Sunghoon knew he was going to be a dad, he 100% bought them small ice skates and hung them up in the nursery

Idk if anyone else had to do them but my school made us do a Christmas concert every year

And I just know that Sunghoon will be at every single one recording the entire thing

Thinking of Sunghoon making a scrapbook and having pictures of his child from when they were a baby and it continued until they were older

Then him crying when looking back at it

©️tzuyuluvs | Pease don’t translate, rewrite or blatantly steal any of my content.

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