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Guys should I start writing for new fandoms Im not going to stop writing for womans sports but I do want to write fics for other fandoms like house of the dragon or percy Jackson or the 100 or criminal minds or other stuff

GUYS COMMENT PLEASE AND LET ME KNOW WHAT I SHOULD WRITE FOR 🙏

Today, I'll do something I never thought I'd do, rate and analyze the 100.

To begin, the show had a very clear message in the first few episodes; figure out if humanity can survive on earth, and teenage problems( if u consider being obsessive with power a teenage problem. )

and then the plot comes in. The real plot. a lot of secrets have been hidden, a lot of emotions are kept inside and the sad part in all of this even if they are hiding their emotions, the way they do their jobs are so personal which ends in fucking EVERYTHING up. And then you find that this place is connected to another place that has this thing made by this girl that was supposed to save the world because the girl made this weird ai that destroyed the world. yay. AND THAT'S JUST TILL AT LEAST SEASON 4.

This show is just stressful as hell in terms of plot. Like what more the characters right? YEAH THE CHARACTERS ARE STRESSFUL TOO. IDK WHY BUT WHY IS GENOCIDE ALWAYS THE BEST OPTION FOR THEM, but then again to be fair, they're teenagers. THEN YOU HAVE LIKE PERSONAL PROBLEMS ABOVE THE SOCIETAL ISSUES (I'm pointing at u, Abigail Griffin) and we have characters who do their job properly, (hi monty)

OH AND A LOT OF PEOPLE DIE. FRIENDS DIE, ENEMIES DIE, again, Genocide so yeah. and the worst part is some of the deaths don't even lead to anything😭😭

THEN AFTER THOSE PARTS WE'RE SUDDENLY NOT A SCI-FI SHOW ANYMORE, IT'S FANTASY (with science but still)

Imagine this, going to a new place where there are new characters, and the current main characters want to be better now bcs stuff happened, now you'd think new plot, right? NO. IT'S. ALL. CONNECTED. Yes, all connected, and it's so cool how it is BUT MAN

7 seasons 100 episodes🤭🤭

I'm happy tho, I loved it, a must watch❤️

OH AND IT'S LIKE LGBTQ+ FRIENDLY(kinda)

The 100 Bellamy Blake fandom worship

I will never understand why most of the 100 fandom worships Bellamy Blake. Most of the fandom forgive him for being a murderous asshole in season 1 & 3 but puts down any female character who dares to disagree with him or do anything but follow Bellamy and be a cookie cutter perfect character. Some say Octavia abused Bellamy when that is anything but the truth. Octavia lashed out after litterly just watching the love of her life be murdered because Bellamy and Pike decided to betray their people and kill 100 sleeping people sent to protect them and imprisoned then killed Lincoln for standing up for his people. Many people would of done the same thing as Octavia in that moment. Bellamy killed all those sleeping innocent people because his girlfriend died & participated in an internment camp but no one ever talks about that. Double Standard much! Clarke/Kane/Lexa/Monty all had no time or choice but to kill people to save their own people who were in immediate danger and about to die and get so much hate. But Bellamy gets praised or at least excused for his actions. Excuses like he did it for his sister when Octavia hasn't needed protection since season 1 and even then she didn't.

Some say Octavia is racist but bitch were! Are we watching the same show! As a Poc myself i wouldn't miss that seeing as I deal with racism all the time. Interesting that I've noticed most of the white fandom are accusing Octavia of racism. Bellamy like many straight male tv characters is held up on a pedestal because he's the hot, straight male lead. If Bellamy were a girl or a LGBT Male character he wouldn't be so loved by the fandom. I guess that's the straight male privilege.

Season 2 Bellamy was the best Bellamy because he seemed to learn from his mistakes and it seems so far in season 5 he has as well despite him being an occasional hypocrite. I don't hate Bellamy I just hate that their is such a huge double standard in the fandom when it comes to Bellamy vs any other Character on the 100 especially Octavia and Clarke.

Project SS

It stared as an idea. Take a dying child and infect them with the SS serum. These children would be raised in isolation, to be the future soldiers for the ark, then earth.

Most died out over time.

Not her, Not Y/n Kane. The only child of Marcus Kane and his wife Alice Kane. After her birth, born with a weak heart Alice Kane decided to give her to the scientists that were working on the project.

Forging her husband’s signature upon the document Alice Kane was sentenced to death. The deal though and Y/n Kane became the most deadly of the super soldiers.

When protecting a friend she finds herself in a cell. Then in her way to earth with the rest of the 100. How will her love continue knowing she’s just puppet to be controlled. Will she grow out of such a horrible situation and blossom with the help of her friends and loved ones. Or will she fall so deep into her created identity that there is no hope.

Y/n Kane

The Weapon

Bellamy Blake

The Protector

Clarke Griffin

The Princess

Octavia Blake

The Optimist

Jasper Jordan

The Kind

Monty Green

The Intelligent

Finn Collins

The Spacewalker

Raven Reyes

The Engineer

John Murphy

The Wildcard

Ares Stormen

The Brother

Marcus Kane

The Father

Abigail Griffin

The Doctor

Thelonious Jaha

The Chancellor

Bellamy Blake x fem!reader

Trigger Warnings: Mentioned S/A on another character, depression, self-harm, anxiety, experimentation on children, abusing relationships, murder, blood, gore?

Any Takers?

And that’s facts

clarke griffin really is the character ever. she pulls a lot of levers. only one person she's slept with hasn't died. she adopted a six-year-old when she was still a teenager. she had her first drink out of spite. she killed a panther by herself. her daughter has the memories of the dead love of her life. she's as homicidal as she is suicidal. she was in solitary confinement for almost an entire year. she learned mandarin and motorcycle riding because she stole it out of someone else's head. she decorated her prison cell with charcoal etches. she's been caked in mud and foam. no one ever taught her how to swim. if she cares about you, she might hum when she kills you. we only see her shower once in her life. she medically experimented on herself. she's been body snatched. everything her culture was based on turned out to be very, very incorrect. she was arrested for treason against her people and then does nothing but ensure the survival of her people for the rest of her life. she's eaten bugs. and she's bisexual

A Safe World

Clarke Griffin x Reader

Warning: Angst, Miscarriage, General Sadness, this is just angst y’all, idk what to say, nothing graphic, just angsty

Summary: Happiness comes at a steep price

Requested by anonymous

Prompts:

13. “I lost our baby.”

80. “[Do they] know about the baby?”

i would like to clarify that despite it seeming like the reader having to be male, i chose to go a gender neutral route like yA know feRtiLity treatment oKay oKay tHx

also apologies cause this sucked, oOF

Clarke Griffin was a lot of things.

She was a daughter, a leader, a best friend, a strong woman, a ‘doctor’, and most of all, she was the love of your life.

But she was also going to be the mother of your children.

Now, this wasn’t a rash decision or even a mistake. You two were in love and most of all, you two were safe. For once in a very long time, the world seemed just a little more forgiving and a glimmer of hope had shone itself to both of you.

A family, one of your very own, seemed more possible than ever. You two had finally let yourselves be happy. More importantly, Clarke was letting herself be happy. Something she rarely ever does.

Heavy lies the head that wears the crown, after all.

So, this was more than just a big deal. It was a huge deal and for the first time in awhile, Clarke seemed genuinely excited and, well, happy.

But how long can a good thing really last if not temporarily?

You were in the midst of reading a book, quietly taking note of any names in the book that might make a good name for your future child, when you decided you needed a break and to stretch your legs.

Taking a walk, you stopped every now and then to speak to a few people like Bellamy but ultimately, you were just trying to clear your head which meant take a walk and then head back to your book.

Until, of course, you heard Clarke speaking in hushed yet shaky tones. “Clarke...” Raven trailed off, her voice like she was struggling to speak.

Alarm filled your veins, panic pulsing through your heart as you realized how the atmosphere seemed to darken around you. They were talking in a nearby room, like a closed off meeting from anybody else who might stumble upon them like...you.

Now, normally you would interject, your anxiousness getting the better of you but a particular phrase made your blood run completely cold.

“Do they...do they know about the baby?” Raven had asked, taking a shaky breath that took all of the air out of your own lungs. You could feel your knees threaten to buckle as your mind whirled with thoughts and worst-case scenarios.

You fell against the wall, the solid material the only thing grounding you as you struggled to hear more.

“No,” Clarke responded, her own voice sounding so stilted and uneasy. “I...I know. They, they need to know.”

Silence fell again and you struggled to pull yourself onto stable footing. In reality, your thoughts were more unstable than the rest of you. They were loud and unforgiving, like 1000 puzzle pieces for a 25 piece box.

“What do I need to know?” you finally managed to choke out, shambling into the doorway. Raven met your eyes first, having been faced the door, and you can see the sorrow etched across every part of her face.

She doesn’t offer you any other kind of reaction as Clarke turns, her composed expression beginning to shatter upon meeting your eyes. As Raven excuses herself, you can see tears begin to prick the eyes of the woman in front of you.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologizes. right away, only confusing and concerning you further. Her voice cracks and you can just hear the torment she’s been dealing with. “(Y/N), I am so sorry,” she repeats and in that moment, you can see the all too familiar face of someone threatening to crumble.

“Clarke...”

“I lost our baby.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and you can feel your stomach churn. The words puncture every inch of your heart, they’re a sharpened knife reminding you of the world you’re in.

You want to ask how, you want to deny it, you want to scream, you want to cry, you want to do anything but, you’re frozen.

“I’m so sorry,” Clarke says again, tears beginning to streak down her face but neither of you make a move. Time seems to slow and you just want to wake up from whatever horrible nightmare you’ve found yourself in.

But this is real. Dreadfully and painfully real.

Before Clarke can speak again, you realize you’re now sobbing as well. It takes mere moments for both of you to fall into each other’s arms, the truth of the situation dawning on both of you.

You both finally let yourself be happy, believing your world was safe and that you could have a family. Like a pair of fools.

You were glad that Clarke was okay, reassuring her it wasn’t her fault but that didn’t fix the hurt that embedded itself in both of your hearts due to the future you had lost.

Maybe you could try again in the future but whether or not you ever would, that was another question entirely.

Forever

NOTE: I’ve always wanted to do a soulmate au (based off this post) and hERe wE go my fIRST imAgIne also I tried to be as gender neutral as possible 

Clarke Griffin x Reader

Soulmates.

Of course you didn’t believe in all of that. The whole idea of Love at First Sight and being with someone forever just felt so unrealistic. And yet, the world was dead set against that ideal.

This was a world where the doodles upon your arm weren’t necessarily your own, but the mindless sketches of your soulmate. The ink that laced your wrist wasn’t that of a tattoo but your soulmate sitting bored somewhere else.

It was a peculiar thing, a thing that you hated. You didn’t want your destiny written, or drawn, out for you. You wanted to make your own choices, without having to mindlessly wait for your soulmate to come alone and ‘sweep you off your feet.’

And so that’s what you did. For years and years, you never wrote a single word upon your arm. You never so much as wrote down a reminder or sketched a line. It was the only thing you could think to do. You didn’t want a soulmate so you tried to pretend that they didn’t exist by protesting the very factor that made them possible.

To be fair, it kind of worked. For years, you went on unfazed. You weren’t held down but the construct of forever. You weren’t waiting on end, longing for that special person. You dated who you wanted to date, you liked who you wanted to like.

Though dating should be hard in a world of soulmates, there were people like you who rejected the mere construct of it. And for those sheer moments, you were in control.

The only thing that you couldn’t control were the images that danced across your skin. It was like your soulmate never stopped. To them, skin was their canvas. Why waste paper when they could take the pen to their skin for their special someone to see?

You wished you could say it annoyed you but the images were far too nice for that to work. As the years went on, the drawings got better and more sophisticated. Your soulmate’s skill had improved without a doubt and you enjoyed looking at the landscapes that would write themselves upon your skin.

This went on for a long while. From when you were just a little girl to when you were just about sixteen. The drawings were like apart of you and then they just stopped.

You had to be honest, it startled you some. The worlds that would encase your arm, new ones each day, just faded away and you were left with nothing. You at first believed that your soulmate had died.

You heard whispers of that happening to some and it was somewhat devastating. The person that someone was supposedly meant for just dying? Those that believed in the construct were heartbroken, torn to bits really.

Even you were somewhat drawnback by it. And yet, a few months into the disappearance, you soon found a small landscape wrapped around your forearm.

You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you felt the content in your veins. You weren’t entertaining the idea of soulmates but you were glad that someone wasn’t dead which you appreciated.

And then you got arrested. It was stupid, in all honesty. Supposedly you had assaulted a guard but you had just ran into him causing him to fall over with you atop. Can they really arrest you for being a klutz?

The short answer: yes.

You were shoved into lockup, sharing a cell with some girl named Thalia. Luckily for you, you had the drawings upon your skin to keep you company. You were still far too stubborn to write back but you liked knowing someone was there, even if they weren’t your forever.

And then, in what felt like a blink of an eye, you were hurtling down toward Earth. The Ark may not have been the best place to live but a potentially toxic Earth was far more frightening to you and the other 99 delinquents.

Yet, you survived. The Earth wasn’t as toxic as it once was. In fact, it was beautiful and you could only hope to see an image appear upon your skin of it all. Of course, that would only apply if your soulmate was one of the ones down there.

You felt stupid for believing such a small possibility and you tried hard to just focus on the task at hand, listening to the unwritten leaders of the camp; Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin.

Clarke Griffin was headstrong and seemed to be one of the few people that were deadset on surviving the harsh realities of the new world.

She was practical and real, it was something to look up to. Yet even Clarke, with her mindful head upon her shoulders, couldn’t help but entertain the idea of forever.

Since she was young and learned the concept of soulmates, she would doodle on her arm as much as possible. In all honesty, it helped grow her artistic skill. But there was one problem.

Nothing ever wrote itself onto her skin. For years and years, there was never anything from her soulmate on her skin. She had to admit, she didn’t know whether or not she was truly destined for this person, but a reply from them would’ve been nice.

At times, she thought them dead. But that didn’t stop her from drawing on her skin. The only time she stopped was when she was thrown into lockup and she found herself too lost to write. For awhile anyway.

Now on Earth, things were different. Clarke was busy, constantly. She was a leader of camp whether she liked it or not. And she was also a doctor for them. She was the only one who any kind of medicinal training and god forbid they didn’t have her. She was busy for what felt like days on end. A break couldn’t come sooner.

As Clarke sat herself in the dropship on a particularly slow day, something that bewildered Clarke, she found herself tracing lines across her forearm. Having seen the sunset finally with her own eyes, she couldn’t help but begin to sketch it.

“Got a minute?” a voice asked, prompting Clarke to stop and look up.

“Oh Y/N, what’s wrong?” Clarke asked as she set the pen aside and got up. Clarke headed over, spotting Y/N’s extended forearm.

“There’s a good chance I may have cut myself throwing knives,” Y/N revealed, sounding both ashamed and embarrassed. Clarke shook her head, as she took Y/N’s forearm in hand.

Clarke hovered a finger over the cut and bit the inside of her cheek. “You didn’t cut too deep,” Clarke reassured before spotting the dark lines that dotted Y/N’s skin.

“I didn’t draw that if you’re wondering,” Y/N chuckled softly. “Definitely not that artistic,”

Instead of offering a word, Clarke held out her own forearm with the identical drawing (though unhindered by a slash from a blade).

Y/N had no words, only the look of amazement that that found its way into both of their eyes. Clarke had been so resigned to the idea that her soulmate was simply dead, to see them before her was like some sort of hallucination.

“You draw a lot, don’t you?” Y/N scoffed, clearly trying to bring some humor into the situation.

“And you don’t draw at all,” Clarke fired back, quirking a smug eyebrow in Y/N’s direction. “Right!” Clarke realized as she remembered the cut. “Let me just take care of that for you,”

Clarke turned away for a moment as if trying to avoid the situation and for once in your life, you didn’t want to.

The gash in your forearm hurt some, but not as much as the rapid pulsing of your heart did. Maybe you didn’t believe in soulmates or forever, but you believed in the girl right in front of you. Before Clarke could move away, you found yourself grabbing hold of her hand.

She turned back, her lips parting as she stared back at you unsure of what to do. No one really ever talked about what happened when they met their soulmate, nor the feelings one felt when it happened. You, for sure, couldn’t describe it nor could Clarke.

Instead, you both found yourselves moving closer. It wasn’t long before your lips connected in a chaste first kiss, that made you realize one thing.

Maybe you didn’t believe in soulmates, or a forever. But you certainly could entertain the idea of Clarke Griffin.

My cousin made me bookmarks with quotes from my favorite characters and people. 📖🔖📚💙

I think Clarke is going to die in the season finale and unite with lexa in the afterlife.

Do people like Clarke Griffin?? One of my friends said she is damsel in distress and that's why she doesn't ship her with Bellamy and idk how to feel about that??

i’m gonna put it this way: bellamy has realized his feelings for clarke. fact. but he feels like he’s betraying e/cho, so to compensate for that, he’s pushing clarke away w his words. he needs that emotional distance because he doesn’t want to be tempted, and let’s be real, bellamy blake is as honorable as men get. even as he tries to push clarke away w his words, he’s still keeping her close by doing things he otherwise wouldn’t. he can’t stand to lose clarke, even though he’s trying so hard to push her away. this is the angst that i came for. this is the bellarke that i love, and i’m so ready for them to talk this shit out in the last two episodes of the season. it’s confirmed that bellamy and clarke end on good terms this season, so i have so much faith. tbh, i don’t think we’ll get an admission of feelings to each other in the next four episodes, but i so see one of them canonically confirming feelings for the other to someone else (even though that’s lowkey already happened). anyway, moral of the story, bellamy said that shit abt family because he’s afraid of losing the people who kept him sane up in the ring while he was mourning clarke. he also is hella honorable to his gf. SIDENOTE: anyone else think that he’s pushing clarke away because he can’t handle losing her again? especially now that feelings are legitimately involved. so he pushes her away so that he can’t be hurt again, but does everything to save her bc he CAN’T lose her

i’m gonna put it this way: bellamy has realized his feelings for clarke. fact. but he feels like he’s betraying e/cho, so to compensate for that, he’s pushing clarke away w his words. he needs that emotional distance because he doesn’t want to be tempted, and let’s be real, bellamy blake is as honorable as men get. even as he tries to push clarke away w his words, he’s still keeping her close by doing things he otherwise wouldn’t. he can’t stand to lose clarke, even though he’s trying so hard to push her away. this is the angst that i came for. this is the bellarke that i love, and i’m so ready for them to talk this shit out in the last two episodes of the season. it’s confirmed that bellamy and clarke end on good terms this season, so i have so much faith. tbh, i don’t think we’ll get an admission of feelings to each other in the next four episodes, but i so see one of them canonically confirming feelings for the other to someone else (even though that’s lowkey already happened). anyway, moral of the story, bellamy said that shit abt family because he’s afraid of losing the people who kept him sane up in the ring while he was mourning clarke. he also is hella honorable to his gf. SIDENOTE: anyone else think that he’s pushing clarke away because he can’t handle losing her again? especially now that feelings are legitimately involved. so he pushes her away so that he can’t be hurt again, but does everything to save her bc he CAN’T lose her

MY LITTLE BELLARKE HEART

the head and the heart

BOB MORLEY and ELIZA TAYLOR as BELLAMY BLAKE and CLARKE GRIFFIN in THE 100 (2014-2020)

 I’m not sure if someone already commented on this #but I gotta fangirl #I just noticed that Bell not only keeps grasping Clarke’s arm WAY after she’s safely on the ground #but when Murphy does the same #Bell freaking SHOVES him away from her like #fuck no, dude #she’s mine #only I get to give her unnecessary touches #and Murphy quickly stumbles back like #yes sir #lolz #I’M CRYING #Bell’s been territorial over Clarke since ep. 2 #poor kid has wanted her for so long #just wait a little longer, Bell honey #I have faith in s4

Just super keen for the 100 to come back

clarke griffin → 2.01 - the 48

“Where the hell am I?”

Foreshadowing? I think yes

#EXPOSED

true

We'll Never be those kids Again

the most iconic trio of the series!!!

i really hated clarke and lexa not cs they were a gay couple but bc lexa had clarke making SO MANY bad decisions like letting 100 people die just so the 2 of them could get away from the missile really hated those 2 together 🤦‍♀️