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09 June 2014 @ 07:52 am
[fic] the complete guide to insufficiency  
So fluffyfrolicker is hosting the mortals shall bow; a multi fandom women comment ficathon and I AM BASICALLY MAKING EVERYONE WRITE ME RAVEN/BELLAMY FIC AS THEY SHOULD. And clearly I am surrounded by people I do not deserve, because they've actually done it to. PLZ READ ASAP.

upupa_epops: False Dichotomy, The 100, R. Raven/Bellamy(/Clarke), I pity the woman who will love you / when I am done. She will show up / to your first date with a dustpan / and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces / I left you in.

kwritten: what's so dangerous about a look in the dark? | 100 | (b)raven | pg13 | i am giving you the entire story. you have already leafed through my pages. you have seen the whole show. your approval is not my concern.

upupa_epops: This Is Earth, The 100, NC-17, Raven/Bellamy, NC-17. just the kind of girl you wanted, all hungry and hurt and needing.

But sometimes I get taken in by my own tricks. CURSE YOU, MARTA.


the complete guide to insufficiency
the 100. indefinite period post 1x11. raven/bellamy, unrequited raven/finn, clarke, octavia. r
But then again, there’s nowhere to go, really. Not here.






in the hours since we last made love thousands of years have gone by morning has swelled into afternoon afternoon has drifted into evening thousands and thousands of times in the hours since we last made love empires grew out of failed republics empires collapsed into ruins ruins collapsed even further into tourist attractions and the tourists came as they always do centuries of them in their poorly cut clothes and poorly cut hair and governments worked hard to preserve the ruins to keep the tourists coming in the hours since we last made love







She’s lying on top of his sheets when he gets back.

He turns around again. Gives himself time to figure it out; whatever 'it' is. Tries to bridge the gap between the opening of the tent, so no one can see inside. No particular reason. His indiscretions are his own.

From the second’s glimpse he’d managed of her, her hands are clasped across her bare stomach. Her clothes still on; everything with a zip unzipped, everything with a button unbuttoned, everything with a hook unhooked, but on. Hanging off her, as if she'd just forgotten to take them off. Changed her mind mid-way. Like it would be too much effort to completely undress, and she got tired of it.

“I’m beginning to think,” he says slowly, deliberately, still with his back to her, assessing, “you’re using me.”

She makes a low sound at the back of her throat, strangled laughter, or something close to it, “don’t think, Blake. Princess is the brains; you’re just here to complete the brawn quota, because your minions all believe might is right.”

He turns around to face her, his gaze involuntarily slipping down her form before moving up to meet hers, he's not fucking blind, “I thought that didn’t help.”

She still has the expression he remembers from that night; part fake bravado, part real vulnerability, “didn’t hurt either.”




-




She dresses faster than she undresses, that much he’s noticed.

If he were somewhere different, someone different, there would be meaning in that somewhere.




-




“You going to make a habit of this?” the fourth time, he doesn’t bother closing the flap the entire way. He's pretty sure she doesn’t really care. Maybe she even wants Finn to know, to hear them. He can’t really tell. He can’t tell much with her.

“It’s already a habit,” she says, dully, “someone told me, when I’m pissed off, I always find a project to keep my hands busy, so I don’t punch someone in the face. How’s that for a defining character-trait.”

Finn, of course. Finn is the only one who really knows her.

His hand automatically comes up to pull the tie from her hair. He sometimes thinks she ties it up only for the image— I’m a bitch, ask me how— because, with her hair framing her face, she looks younger, defenseless. Exposed, “I’m the project?”

He'd imagine he knows her too now, just a little. In the biblical way, at least, if nothing more. Too bad religion doesn't count in his book. Hasn't counted since he let his mother get floated for his mistakes.

She reaches for his zip, “you keep my hands busy.”

“And that’s good enough,” he doesn’t know why he bothers with the conversation, the whys and the wherefores, when this always only ends one way.

He clenches his teeth, as she slips a hand inside his pants and palms him. I’m a mechanic, she’d said once, rolling her eyes, when he’d been impressed at her handiwork on the communication devices she’d been working on, always unwilling to accept his compliments, casual disdain in her every move, I’m good with my hands, “that’s good enough.”




-




Habits, he realizes, when she doesn't turn up on the eighth day, as she's been doing for the past week, are easy to form.




-




It’s almost two weeks later when she turns up again. But they’re both still alive, so there’s something to be said about that.

It isn't like he doesn't see her outside all the time, doesn't talk to her regularly, doesn't need her for a million different things on a regular basis, but there's no intimacy to her touch, no knowledge in her eyes, nothing different about her smile. She's efficient, as always, completely focused on her work.

It makes him want to stand closer than strictly necessary, make more physical contact than he absolutely needs to, invade her personal space more often than propriety requires. Test her love for physics in a gameplay of equal and opposite reactions, a body in stasis acted upon by an external force. She compartmentalizes well. It irritates him, almost irrationally so.

But he knows why. Why now. He’d heard from Octavia.

You're such a downer, Bell, and you're taking everyone with you. If you're high-school-crushing on Clarke, or whatever, then just tell her, okay. I can only handle one basketcase of unrequited love at a time, and I've got my hands full with Raven.

“You should really be over him by now,” he says, sensibly enough, he’d imagine, “if you’re still this affected by him just kissing our princess, you’re losing.”

“It’s not a competition,” she shoots back, mouth set in a straight line.

“Isn’t it.”

His head hurts; he can almost feel the shape of the bruise on his forehead. The Grounder had fucking taken the stick to his head like a sword. It was probably just self-defense, they were the intruders this time, they were the ones who’d crossed the line, but it still hurts like a bitch, and he’s not about to take the moral high ground of forgiveness with the enemy.

“You’re injured,” she answers, by way of reply. He hadn’t asked anyway.

“Don’t strain yourself with those deduction skills,” he mutters under his breath. His head throbs too much to care about her feelings. Not that he ever did. Now he doesn’t even more. She didn’t come for a week, it’s not like she has any rights here.

Before he knows it, she’s ripped a portion of his sheet, “hey.”

She reaches up, nearly on tip-toes, tying the piece like a bandage around his head, her knot firm, efficient, as everything about her is, which makes it even more unexpected how pliable her skin is to his touch, “worst case, it’ll help with the throbbing.”

“Best case, it’ll probably make the wound septic, and I won't feel the throbbing anymore because I'll be dead,” he manages.

She gives him a quick, real smile, her face opening up, “drama queen much?”

She reaches up again to straighten the bandage nearly slipping over one eye, and he tangles a hand in her hair, the other already reaching to shove her jacket off her shoulders.

He wants to tell her to wait for him before taking her clothes off, that he wants to be the one to do it, not just today, always. But there may be no next time and there’s definitely no always and he’s not fucking stupid enough to base demands on either.

She lays a stilted hand on his arm, and he stops pulling her closer in. He can see feel the hesitation, even if her eyes are inscrutable. He can’t read them, can’t read her, but he’s beginning to be able to read her body, “If you don’t want to, if your head— it’s fine okay, you don’t have—”

“If I don’t want to,” he says, roughly, “I won’t.”

She looks up. She’s already opened her hair, and like it usually is when she’s like this, her edges are softer.

And suddenly, he wants to touch her. He wants to touch her more than he cares about the hammering in his head.

“Please.”

He doesn’t know which of them said it, or for what, but he can’t imagine it matters much anyway.




-




There’s only one time he can remember, when it takes her longer than a minute to dress again. When her hand shakes very slightly while pulling her jeans back on.

He catalogues it. He does that on occasion, even if it never particularly adds up to anything.

“If you can’t leave,” he tears his eyes from her boy-shorts, looks up at the ceiling of the tent, imagines the sky outside, the Ark lost in space somewhere, “then don't."

She doesn’t reply immediately, and he grips the sheet in his fist. Still partly torn on one side from the time she’s used it for his make-shift bandage. It hadn’t helped. Hadn’t hurt either.

“If I couldn’t leave,” she says, finally, the language of distance imprinted in her every move, “I wouldn't have come."




-




Raven Reyes doesn’t fake orgasms.

He can hear movements outside his tent, occasional shouting, accompanied by laughter, which tells him the shouting isn’t something he needs to look into. Tries to forget the fact that he was the one who pulled her in, in his tent, this time. That anyone can hear. She isn't loud, though, and she didn't even fucking come, so there's that.

Under his hands, she's still thrumming with strained, pent-up release. He rolls her over, pinning her down with his body, caging her in with his arms. He can tell she dislikes it when he does that, the restlessness that’s a permanent part of her, almost threatening to spill over. He does it anyway, because he’s a dick like that.

She's barely contained chaos, and sometimes, if only sometimes, he likes to pretend he could contain her if he wanted.

“You didn’t come,” he says.

She shrugs, shoulder blades shifting under bare skin, he could probably cut himself on her angles. He can’t remember if he’s ever told her she’s fucking beautiful. Probably not, “it’s okay.”

His breathing’s still heavy from his own orgasm. He wills himself to calm down, “Isn’t the whole point of this—”

She cuts him off, rolling her eyes, she does both those things with monotonous regularity, “there’s no point to this.”

He can feel his jaw clench, “that’s good to know. Because I’m in demand Reyes, and you’re kinda cramping my style with this exclusivity.”

I haven't been with anyone but Finn. That, at the very least, isn't the whole truth anymore.

She gets up immediately, swinging her legs off the bed, he hadn’t even noticed she’d stayed longer than a minute, but he notices now, “you can sleep with whomever you want. You can throw me out whenever you want. It’s your tent, you know. I’m a temporary tenant.”

She shrugs her jacket on, and he shouldn’t ask this, but he’s not good with the shouldn’t of things, poor impulse control, his mother used to call it, “how temporary.”

She never wants to let go, he’s starting to understand. She’d rather be left dissatisfied than lose control. He can understand power, he's the leader after all.

“Till you throw me out,” she says, voice distant, “Till we’re either of us killed. Till you decide, or I decide it’s getting boring. Till you want to sleep with someone else. Till it doesn’t hurt. There are a lot of contingency factors. Choose a number.”

Maybe there’s something in his expression that warns her, maybe he’s just easier to read, because she stops at the opening of the tent.

"Don't read between the lines, shooter," she says, matter-of-fact, hand on the flap, "just read the lines."




-




Fact is, being good with numbers has never been his selling proposition anyway.




-




“For a long time, I thought--” her breathing is shallow, skin damp with sweat. She tastes of salt water, something closest to thirst. There’s dirt under her fingernails, “I honestly thought he just lost to his loneliness while I was away.”

She throws her head back, as he moves down her body, spreading her legs with his hands, gripping her thighs hard enough to bruise. Doesn’t tell her to stop talking. She seldom does it. Honesty, even less.

“But maybe,” she continues, low, like it's a secret, her mouth framing fragmented, disjointed words, he can barely catch, “maybe he just fell in love.”

He doesn’t answer. It’s not a question anyway. Her breathing is punctuated by gasps, half-caught in her throat, as she grips his hair, and he wants to tell her to scream, fucking let go, that he doesn't care who's listening, but he has no right. He's not her lover.

When he moves up again, she’s staring at a point far away, exhausted in a way he’s rarely seen her, and when she looks at him, it's with an expression he's never seen before. She looks painfully young in the moment.

“I’m beginning to think--" her voice has gone cold again, and he can feel her nails digging into his back, probably leaving track-marks of dirt on his skin, he's left plenty on hers, "Bellamy, I think I'm losing to mine.”




-




She doesn’t come back.

He'd known she wouldn’t. For what it's worth; she doesn’t know it, but she’s becoming easier to read too.




-




But then again, there’s nowhere to go, really. Not here.

Her tent is smaller. She doesn’t particularly look surprised to see him there, “you’re treading on dangerous waters.”

He shrugs, “whose fault is it.”

“Not mine,” she says, “your sister’s taught me to know when things are not my fault and to stop torturing myself about them. Exhibit A.”

He can feel the corner of his mouth turn up in a half-smile, “that’s Octavia’s specialty.”

She’s stepping carefully, like he’s taking up too much space, which he probably is. A shaft of sunlight falls on the floor through an opening in the tent, lighting parts of her skin at odd intervals as she moves, “what do you want?”

He shrugs, shifts back to sit on her bed. It feels smaller too, like it could break under him. Definitely break under her under him, “nothing.”

She looks at him then. Smiles, almost, if not quite.

Nods, once.

And says, "okay."
 
 
 
upupa_epops: [misc] life-ruinerupupa_epops on June 9th, 2014 06:41 pm (UTC)
YOU'RE RUDE. THIS STORY IS RUDE. FUCK YOU AND YOUR REDEMPTION ARC.

Of course they're inevitably growing closer -- because this kind of sex does bring people closer, whether they like it or not. There is complete lack of knowledge, then a little knowledge. There is Bellamy's sudden, irrational desire to satisfy her (NOW I WANT A SEPARATE FIC ABOUT BELLAMY'S ATTITUDE TO RAVEN'S ORGASMS).

My favorite thing is how he silently develops a need of Raven. It's something that doesn't even show in narration, but it progresses until he finds himself in her tent. He doesn't think about it, doesn't self-reflect, he just needs, and impulsively acts on the need.

In other news, come over on Wednesday, I'll be ritually burning your fics at a stake.

Edited at 2014-06-09 06:41 pm (UTC)
youcallitwinter: here to get it back from youyoucallitwinter on June 9th, 2014 07:08 pm (UTC)
NOBODY TOLD YOU TO PROMPT ME RUDE THINGS OKAY.

I feel like Bellamy's "sorry" right after their sex scene, is pretty much testament to the "bringing closer" part of it. It's an inevtiability to allowing yourself to be vulnerable? Especially since she contextualized it through Finn/Clarke instead of just demanding it. (Although I feel like it was because she couldn't hold it in and not necessarily because she wanted him to know.)

WHY DON'T YOU WRITE ME FIC ABOUT BELLAMY'S ATTITUDE TO RAVEN'S ORGASMS. The guy's a whore, it has to be killing him, you know it.

Impulsive is kind of my understanding of Bellamy; sometimes he's the one who thinks it out, but often he goes by gut feeling (which, then it's immaterial, that it may turn out to be right) and sometimes by caution. He's a mess of contradictions too (like Raven <3), which makes him so interesting!

COME WEDNESDAY, IF RAVEN DIES, I'M BURNING MYSELF AT A STAKE OKAY.
upupa_epops: [misc] life-ruinerupupa_epops on June 9th, 2014 07:19 pm (UTC)
YOU PROVOKED ME. I HAVE BEEN PROVOKED.

Especially since she contextualized it through Finn/Clarke instead of just demanding it. (Although I feel like it was because she couldn't hold it in and not necessarily because she wanted him to know.)

Definitely, she didn't mean him to know. And of course she misread him -- she expected him not to care even if he noticed. BECAUSE SHE'S COUNTING ON HIS STEREOTYPE.

WHY DON'T YOU WRITE ME FIC ABOUT BELLAMY'S ATTITUDE TO RAVEN'S ORGASMS. The guy's a whore, it has to be killing him, you know it.

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. Because it's important to his ~persona that she comes, and at some point, it becomes important to him as well (he just wants to give), but he can't exactly drop down to his knees and eat her out, because HE'S NOT HER LOVER. I'M DYING NOW. FUCK.

I'm working on an exchange fic due this weekend, you evil fiend from hell! DO NOT TEMPT. GO WRITE.

(I want to write it.)

RAVEN WILL NOT DIE. I REFUSE.
youcallitwinter: some say the world will.youcallitwinter on June 9th, 2014 07:36 pm (UTC)
THIS SHOW IS PROVOCATIVE AND MY FAVORITES GO AROUND HAVING ANGSTY SEX, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO OKAY.

Definitely, she didn't mean him to know. And of course she misread him -- she expected him not to care even if he noticed. BECAUSE SHE'S COUNTING ON HIS STEREOTYPE.

AND WE ALL KNOW HOW THAT WORKED OUT. His expression at the end though, when she got up immediately, I cannot.

Because it's important to his ~persona that she comes, and at some point, it becomes important to him as well (he just wants to give), but he can't exactly drop down to his knees and eat her out, because HE'S NOT HER LOVER. I'M DYING NOW. FUCK.

WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME DIE ALONGSIDE YOU. But people becoming their persona/losing touch in the persona-person dynamic? HARDCORE KINK. Now that you have ruined my life, you must make up for it and write me this fic. omg, "not her lover" killed me, because of course he's not? WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TRYING TO DO TO ME, YOU HORRIBLE PERSON.

Okay fine, I'll be nice and give you exchange fic time. COME BACK TO ME IMMEDIATELY AFTER. These two idiots need you, okay.

of course you do *hypnotic voice*

DON'T YOU DARE, SHOW. JUST.
upupa_epops: [misc] I've dropped my brainupupa_epops on June 9th, 2014 07:59 pm (UTC)
I AM NOT OKAY AND THIS IS YOUR FAULT.

His expression at the end though, when she got up immediately, I cannot.

I will never can again, and you did this to me :(.

Now that you have ruined my life, you must make up for it and write me this fic.

I'll make you a deal. If you give me advice on the fic I'm writing for the exchange (you don't even need to know the fandom, I just want some advice on the graphic aspect of the story), I'm announcing that I've done a reasonable amount of work for one night, and dropping it to write you porn :P.

And of course he's not her lover. "Lover" is too tender a word.

I MIGHT BE HORRIBLE, BUT YOU'RE WORSE.
youcallitwinter: repeated image of the lovers destroyedyoucallitwinter on June 9th, 2014 08:18 pm (UTC)
I AM SO GLAD I CAUGHT YOU YOUNG.

I will never can again, and you did this to me :(.

LBR, the show wants us to ship this. For once, I'm just doing what I'm told /nods.

I'll make you a deal. If you give me advice on the fic I'm writing for the exchange (you don't even need to know the fandom, I just want some advice on the graphic aspect of the story), I'm announcing that I've done a reasonable amount of work for one night, and dropping it to write you porn :P.

Hee, my advice is yours forever ofc (I'm a terrible adviser, js). It's 2:00 a.m. here though, don't know how effective I'll be. BUT ANYTHING FOR FIC OFC. By graphic aspect you mean like nc-17 stuff or...actual graphics?!

And it wasn't even about him for him to qualify as "lover". THIS SHIP THO.

Hahaha, LOVE how most of our time is spent trying to figure out who is the worst.
fluffyfrolicker: and the bible didn't mention usfluffyfrolicker on June 10th, 2014 12:04 am (UTC)
CRYING OVER THIS THREAD, BASICALLY.

but he can't exactly drop down to his knees and eat her out, because HE'S NOT HER LOVER

I HATE BOTH OF YOU. I'VE ONLY SEEN THREE EPISODES AND THERE'S FIC AND SENTENCES FORMING IN MY HEAD RIGHT NOW.

I HATE YOU.
youcallitwinter: all you touch and all you see.youcallitwinter on June 10th, 2014 07:24 am (UTC)
WELL, IT HAS BEEN ALL YOUR FAULT BECAUSE OF THAT FICATHON, I HOPE YOU KNOW.

I HATE BOTH OF YOU. I'VE ONLY SEEN THREE EPISODES AND THERE'S FIC AND SENTENCES FORMING IN MY HEAD RIGHT NOW.

L M A O, I'M PRETTY SURE THEY HAVEN'T EVEN MET?? Although their first meeting is one of my favorite things forever. BUT YES, PLZ SHIP OUR FANDOM NON-SHIP AND WRITE FIC OKAY.

THE HATRED IS MUTUAL.
fluffyfrolicker: and the bible didn't mention usfluffyfrolicker on June 10th, 2014 08:21 am (UTC)
THEY HAVEN'T MET. YOU TWO ARE THAT TERRIBLE.

I think I'm actually sort of taking your and Marta's conversations as canon and this show is just like someone wrote fic afterwards. #crazy

MUTUAL HATRED IS THE BEST KIND.

LET US ALL DO OUR WORST, ALWAYS.

LIKE THIS AWFUL FIC, SERIOUSLY.

Bellamy/Orgasms/Raven ♥

BUT SERIOUSLY, THOUGH. LOVElY FIC.
youcallitwinter: here to get it back from youyoucallitwinter on June 10th, 2014 09:11 am (UTC)
LMAO, LISTEN, COME BACK TO ME ASAP AFTER THEY DO OKAY.

DUDE, I wish mine and Marta's conversations were canon. I would totally devote my life to that version of the show!! Also, the show is very campy bcz CW so it works thinking of it as fic ofc.

YES PLZ SHIP MY SHIP AND BE THE WORST AND WRITE ME FIC.

I AM GLAD YOU THINK THE FIC IS AWFUL, MY WORK IS DONE.

Bellamy/Orgasms/Raven ♥

OT3 TO END ALL OT3. I WANT THIS STAT. YESTERDAY. 200 YEARS AGO.
fluffyfrolicker: and the bible didn't mention usfluffyfrolicker on June 10th, 2014 09:25 am (UTC)
I WILL.

DUDE, I wish mine and Marta's conversations were canon.

SOMETIMES I WISH IT TOO.

YES PLZ SHIP MY SHIP AND BE THE WORST AND WRITE ME FIC.

I PLAN TO.



HOW IS YOUR LIFE? :O
youcallitwinter: the ones that come easy.youcallitwinter on June 10th, 2014 09:28 am (UTC)
I WILL WAIT FOR YOU.

OMG, THE PROSPECT OF FIC FOR MY OTP. D Y I N G.

My life is terrible, I-- although nobody would guess it-- have exams, and instead I'm super enabled about a CW show. Like.

I HOPE YOU'RE DOING BETTER.
fluffyfrolickerfluffyfrolicker on June 10th, 2014 09:38 am (UTC)
I WILL WAIT FOR YOU.

Oh, you romantic, you ♥

OMG, THE PROSPECT OF FIC FOR MY OTP. D Y I N G.

I have half a paragraph about Bellamy somewhere that I wrote during the first half of the first episode.

THE BOY WHO STARTS A PSEUDO ANARCHY NOT BECAUSE HE IS THIS AWESOME MACHO BOY, NO, HE IS JUST SCARED. ISN'T IT BEAUTIFUL?

I AM DOING, WELL, I DO NOT KNOW.

I have exams, which I'm sort of studying for, and also, there's tons of fic to be written and read and people to be enabled. Fandom's so glorious occasionally ♥

youcallitwinter: our time is nowyoucallitwinter on June 10th, 2014 09:51 am (UTC)
Oh, you romantic, you ♥

u know me.

I have half a paragraph about Bellamy somewhere that I wrote during the first half of the first episode.

HAHAHAHAHA, always enabled by pretty boys being all "kthxbye" about gendered norms. AND HE REALLY IS SCARED. And channeling that into his image? Becoming the de facto leader while denouncing leadership? GIVE ME ALL OF IT.

NOBODY TRULY KNOWS HOW THEY'RE DOING, 'TIS TRUE.

I love how the exams just...make everything else just ridiculously interesting. I write most of my longest fics during exams and have long, dry periods after they're done. Best of luck <3 AND YES TO FIC READING/WRITING.
fluffyfrolicker: and the bible didn't mention usfluffyfrolicker on June 10th, 2014 10:00 am (UTC)
i do, i do.

HAHAHAHAHA, always enabled by pretty boys being all "kthxbye" about gendered norms. AND HE REALLY IS SCARED. And channeling that into his image? Becoming the de facto leader while denouncing leadership? GIVE ME ALL OF IT.

IT IS ALL BEAUTIFUL. HE WANTS TO BE THE LEADER OF A GROUP OF PEOPLE HE WANTS TO CONVINCE THAT THEY DON'T NEED LEADERSHIP. AND WHILE HE SORT OF FAILS AT THE LEADERSHIP HE'S PRETENDING NOT TO BE DOING, HE ALSO ACTUALLY BECOMES THEIR LEADER? because he teaches Charlotte how to fight her fear and tries to make all the right choices, and he's a king, you know. He'll make choices for his people and he'll always want to protect them dearly. THE SCENE WITH HIM SITTING BY CLARKE AS SHE KILLS ATOM, IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. AND CLARKE, TOO. SHE SANG TO HIM. GORGEOUS.
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youcallitwinter: and my eyes are wide openyoucallitwinter on June 10th, 2014 10:54 am (UTC)
I HAVE STOLEN YOUR LINE ABOUT HIM NOT BEING HER LOVER AND ADDED IT IN. DUN HATE ME.
upupa_epopsupupa_epops on June 10th, 2014 01:01 pm (UTC)
ONLY IF YOU DON'T HATE ME EITHER, BECAUSE I THINK I'M GONNA USE IT MYSELF
youcallitwinter: all you want is everythingyoucallitwinter on June 10th, 2014 01:02 pm (UTC)
PLEASE, PLEASE DO (it's your line :D) BECAUSE I FIGURED THAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN AND I'VE BEEN DYING FOR CONTEXT.
Kelseykwritten on June 9th, 2014 11:49 pm (UTC)
Too bad religion doesn't count in his book.


I will be with Marta on Wednesday burning your fic and crying tears of blood.
youcallitwinter: some say the world will.youcallitwinter on June 10th, 2014 07:26 am (UTC)
You guys have been egging on my already super-enabled state.

I hope you can live with it now.
Florenciaflorencia7 on June 10th, 2014 08:19 am (UTC)
I see everyone is an emotional wreck after reading this fiction, but luckily, since I'm not familiar with the fandom, I can just enjoy THE NEVERENDING BEAUTY OF YOUR WRITING ♥ That was magnificent to read! ♥
youcallitwinter: we still are made of greed.youcallitwinter on June 10th, 2014 09:13 am (UTC)
Hahahaha, CW FANDOMS TAKING OVER OUR LIFE. I think we've all been there :P (Esp since I met practically 80% of my flist through TVD!) And thank you so much, I can't understand you taking time out to read fic for fandoms you're not familiar with, you're just extraordinarily nice!
(Anonymous) on June 17th, 2014 02:57 pm (UTC)
I hate to show up uninvited
But I'm just sitting here going through the comment thread and it just struck me that Octavia/Bellamy are such an otp material that it's a bit incredulous. I didn't even realize that while watching the show. So it just goes ahead to show that either I am very ignorant or you guys are very good at enabling people to ship the most angsty of ships. Excuse my five year old grammar I'm still reeling.

They have got all the elements right: co-dependency, the Klaus complex i.e. the overprotective, slightly incestuous, older brother complex, hate-love dichotomy, resentment and also the Jamie Lannister excuse: everything I do, I do for love. I mean it's kinda hilarious that Bellamy justifies all his actions in favour of protecting Octavia. And I totally like the thing Octavia has going on for herself, the whole I-kissed-him-because-i-wanted-to-be-kissed attitude is becoming and Marie Ang-Icantspellit is too attractive to be anything else. Half of my incest ships happen due to the very fact that the actors are too attractive to be shipped with anyone else. But then again the actress playing Raven is gorgeous. Clarke, I don't like her much, but only because the whole fandom likes her.

Anyway you guys talk about the Blake siblings in such a fic-cy manner, not necessarily incestuous but a very complex relationship that it could be easily misconstrued. Am I even making any sense? I am quite surprised that you haven't written for them, meaning I am kinda wondering if you're gonna write for them. Of course 'hoping' can be easily substituted for wondering here. I mean it's been long since you last wrote an incest thing and Octavia /Bellamy is totally up your alley(?), what with your affinity towards both the actors. Just please please give It a thought in the very least. I will totally join Lj to advance this one-sided plea into a conversation.
Myramidnightblack07 on July 6th, 2014 08:57 am (UTC)
O M G I CAN'T DEAL WITH HOW PERFECT THIS IS, LIKE WHYYYY D:

You've got Bellamy down PAT and seeing Raven from his POV is so fascinating and heart wrenching and GUUH IF IT WASN'T 5:00AM I'D BE WRITING AN ESSAY ABOUT HOW PERFECT THIS IS, BUT ALAS I AM SIMPLY AT A LOSS FOR WORDS AND I CAN ONLY HOPE THAT MY CAP-LOCKS FLAILING EFFECTIVELY ILLUSTRATES HOW MUCH I FREAKING LOVEDDD THIS <333
catteo: [100]raven believe in mecatteo on August 25th, 2014 06:07 am (UTC)
Fuck you. This has been open in some window or another that I haven't looked at and I just found it and now I want to watch all of the B/R scenes for ever and ever. This is awesome. I hate you. Don't ever leave me. YOUR BELLAMY IS THE BELLAMY THAT LIVES IN MY HEAD. I love that he takes it as an affront to his abilities that Raven won't just let herself go. It's KILLING him that he hasn't made her come and he probably sits by the fire and replays how he shifted just so and isn't that the thing that usually does it for chicks and WHY IS SHE DIFFERENT. I swore that I wasn't going to obsess over the new season of this show but I don't know dude....