#blake answers

[thurio-edau]

Skibidi

fuck off lee

[olderbrotherblake]

hihi!! I've been kindaa scared to send an ask but it's wtvr

recently Ive been replaying pokemon sword and shield bcuz it was my favorite game when I was the age I regress to and I was wondering if you like pokemon

-🌀 (if that anon isn't taken)

Hiya! So proud of you for overcoming that fear, I promise I'm not super spooky lol!

I do like pokemon! Whenever I do regress Pokemon Pearl is my go-to game cuz it was the one I played as a kiddo!

I'm a really big fan of grass and bug type pokemon, what are your favourite types?

[xx-l0stsi1v3r-xx]

Please do not the angel

im sorry what were you saying

[rwac96]

It is Lancaster Week! Ruby is tired and wants someone to carry her back to the dorm. Since her teammates don't want to do it, she is going to summon Jaune by smacking her thighs so he can carry her.

Ruby: *huffs* "Gods, my feet are killing me. Yang, can you carry me back to the dorm--?"

Yang: *carrying Blake bridal style* "Hands already full, Rubes."

Blake: *clinging to Yang* "Sorry, Ruby."

Ruby: "Oh, c'mon!" *turns to Weiss* "Bestie--?"

Weiss: "Say anything, I am calling my attorney."

Ruby: *exhales* "Crud! Welp, time to pull a page outta Mom's book." *smacks her thighs together*

*Jaune Arc appears randomly, much to his, Weiss, and Blake's confusion*

Jaune: *bewildered* "W-What?! How did I get here?!"

Ruby: *approaches Jaune, wraps her arms around his neck* "JAUNE! Carry me, please~?" *flutters her eyelashes*

[plxviophile]

blake lively can have a shitty personality & be a victim of harassment. two truths can exist.

[misscherry-26]

I saw you were taking requests for Bellamy Blake and I haddd to send one in!! Could you please write a lil spice fic, where they’re in the woods and get in a fight or sum n he js suddenly kissss her. Thank you twin!!

Unspoken Feelings

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Author's Note: Hi!!! Thank you so much for this!! My first request for Bellamy Blake. Oh the things I felt while working on this...👀 By the way I had to make a few changes, this is my most polished draft, haha. I'm so excited to share it, though I don't know how good I did with the spicy. I hope you like it!! Thank you for requesting. ❤️

There could be grammar mistakes, English isn't my first language.

He really thinks he’s the leader, the king of the earth. Self-centered egoist of a man. He can go fuck himself. You think as you walk through the woods in search of the plant that Clarke needs for Finn, who was attached by the grounder that kidnapped Octavia.

They managed to get him

to the ship, but now he was struggling for his life. The problem was that the knife he was

stabbed with was infected. Bellamy and his group got the grounder and tortured him to get information. Of course he refused to give it, that until Octavia threatened him to harm herself with the poisoned knife. Finn would live, but Clark needed more medicinal plants for him.

But of course, Bellamy Blake had to give his ultimatum that no one would leave the camp, no

after realizing that you aren’t the only survivors of earth. He could care less about saving people, but you for sure didn’t. You don’t know Finn completely but, he deserves to live.

Since the ship landed on Earth, You and Bellamy have been at each other’s throat every single

moment. It’s like you are locked in a never-ending battle, a constant clash of wills. Every decision he makes seems to deliberately oppose yours, every step he takes is a challenge to your very presence. He thrives in the chaos, you can see it in the way he strides trough camp, shoulders squared, head held high, daring anyone to question him. His motto—whatever the hell we want—rings in your ears like a taunt, a reckless mantra you can’t ignore. He embodies

it with every decision, with every command he gives without caring for the consequences.

When he encouraged the others to rip off their bracelets, you felt the sting of frustration

burning through your veins. To him it was a bold declaration of independence from the Ark, but to you, it was a hasty move to those above thinking Earth wasn’t livable.

And then, there was the Grounder. The way he’d dragged the man into camp, beaten and

bloodied, as if his very existence was a crime that needed punishing. You left the room when he ordered the torture, convinced that brute force was the only answer. The look in his eyes

then—cold, calculating, determined—was a look that left a bitter taste in your mouth.

He’s always there, hiding on the edges of your vision, challenging you. It’s infuriating, the way

he dismisses anything resembling compromise or collaboration as weakness, how he scoffs at your attempts to hold onto something resembling order or morality.

Yet, there’s something in his attitude —something in the way he glances at you, a flicker of underdetermination, a tension that thrums between you like a wire. It’s in the way he

steps closer when you argue, his body taut, like he’s gearing up for a fight he both craves and dreads. You feel it too—the tightness in your chest, the burn of frustration that’s more than just anger, something deeper, more complicated. You don’t know whether you want to scream at him or—

But no, you won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he gets under your skin.

You take a look at the sky losing its light with each minute that it passes.

Taking a deep breath, you continue.

After what feels like hours of searching, you finally spot the familiar shape of the plant you’re

looking for. You remember the details Clark gave you. Crouching down you carefully pull a

small bag from your pocket. You work quickly, plucking the plants and stuffing them into the

bag, your movements precise and purposeful.

But then—a sudden rustling, a low whisper of movement through the leaves nearby. Your

heart stutters, and your breath catches in your throat.

Instinct takes over. You drop low,

pressing yourself against the cold ground, hiding behind the broad leaves of the plant. Grounders, maybe.

They could be watching, waiting.

You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, listening for the sound of footsteps, for the snap of a twig or the rustle of leaves that would betray their presence. But instead, you hear a low chuckle—soft, mocking, and far too familiar.

Your eyes snap open, and you whip around, breath catching in your chest.

There, arms on his waist, is Bellamy. His eyes, dark and sharp, are fixed on you like a predator who has found his prey. His brows are drawn together, the muscles in his neck tense, and there's a fire in his

gaze that blazes hotter than any annoyance you've seen before.

“I see you like to test my patience, Princess.” His deep voice cuts through the silence, pulling

your gaze upward. He's standing right in front of you.

You get up immediately, your breathing and muscles relaxing at the notice that you are not in

danger.

“What are you doing here?” You ignore his previous comment, turning around and continuing on getting more plants.

“I remember telling everyone to not leave camp, and that includes you too, you know? There’s no special treatment here.” You hear him from behind.

“I wasn’t going to sit around. Clark needs this for Finn.”

“He’s stable enough; we don’t need anyone else getting hurt over this.” Bellamy insists, his

tone sharp.

You clench your teeth and turn. “Look, I couldn’t care less what you think. I don’t go by your

rules.”

Bellamy scoffs and grabs your arm. You let go of his grasp as soon as he starts walking.

“Don’t touch me!”

Bellamy watches you, wondering why you are being stubborn right now. Hell, he even wonders why he came here for the first place. Was he worried about you? Why did he come here? He questions himself. Bellamy’s mind races, battling with the tangled web of his feelings. He’s been fighting to keep everyone safe, to enforce rules that seem cold but necessary, and yet, here he is, breaking his own rule because of you.

Truth is, you have been nothing but a burden to him every single day since they put a foot on earth. Your defiance, your refusal to follow orders, your reckless bravery—all of it has been a

thorn in his side. Every day, you challenged his authority and decisions, and yet, despite all the friction, despite the constant arguments and the resentment, there’s something about you that pulls at him.

He can’t quite distinguish it, but it’s there—a magnetic pull that makes him question his own

motives and feelings. It’s in the way you stand up for what you believe in, even when it puts you at risk. It’s in the fire and determination in your eyes, something that resonates with him

on a deeper level than he’s willing to admit.

The frustration he feels is braided with an

unspoken admiration, a bittering respect that complicates his emotions even further.

Bellamy is torn between his duty and the sudden impulses of something else—something he can’t easily define or control. It’s a vulnerability he hasn’t allowed himself to explore, and it confuses him.

All he knows is that despite the danger and the defiance, he can’t seem to turn his back on you. His frustration is laced with a deeper, more complex emotion that makes him question why he’s so determined to keep you safe.

He thought you would be this scared of everyone and everything type of girl, but you prove

him all the opposite.

“Let’s go back—”

“I won’t.” You cut him off, not giving him a chance to say anything. You turn again and continue with your job.

Of course, you hoped that he would go and leave you alone. You hoped.

Next thing you know, your feet aren’t touching the ground and you are being lifted up by him. A few leaves escape your grasp, so you make sure to close the bag.

“Let me go!” You protest.

“Stop screaming, you are putting us in danger” He doesn’t listen to your request, instead he walks back to camp.

You scoff, moving frantically. “If you cared so much about safety, you wouldn’t be carrying me

off like I’m just another pack to you!”

Bellamy's jaw clenches, and he stops abruptly, eyes scanning the surrounding woods.

“You’re

the one making noise,” he retorts, setting you down but not releasing his grip entirely. “Keep

quiet or—”

You hear it then—a rustling of leaves, far too close, far too deliberate. Your breath catches in your throat. It’s not just the wind. Bellamy stiffens beside you, his grip on your arm tightening reflexively.

For a split second, your eyes meet, and you both know: the Grounders.

“Run,” he whispers, urgency dripping from the word.

But there’s no time to argue. You both take off, feet pounding against the damp earth, adrenaline coursing through your veins. The sounds behind you grow closer—footsteps, which makes your heart race even faster.

Up ahead, you spot a dark opening—a cave, half-hidden by foliage. You yank Bellamy toward it

without thinking, and for once, he doesn’t resist. Both dive inside, pressing against the cold

rock. The cave is narrow, suffocating, but it’s cover.

Outside, you hear the murmurs and footsteps of the Grounders drawing near. You hold your breath, every muscle tense. Bellamy’s hand is still around your wrist, and you can feel his pulse racing just as fast as yours.

“We’re not going anywhere until it clears. We need to stay inside.” he mutters, barely audible.

Bellamy presses a hand against the small of your back, steering you deeper into the cave, his touch firm, almost commanding. You feel the heat of his palm through your shirt, and it sends a

jolt of anger through you.

“Get your hand off me.” You snap, jerking away from his touch. But the cave is too narrow, and he doesn't give you much space to maneuver.

His jaw tightens, and he steps even closer, his eyes dark and unreadable. “I’m trying to keep you from getting killed.”

You dig your heels in, resisting just to spite him. “I don’t need you to save my life, Bellamy.”

He laughs, but there’s no humor in it—just a sharp, bitter edge. “You think I want to be stuck here with you? Trust me, Princess, this is the last place I want to be.”

You whirl around, stepping closer, your chest brushing against his, both of you too angry to care. “Then why are you here?” you fire back, your voice louder than you intended. “Why do you always have to control everything? Who made you the boss of me?"

His hand, still on your back, clenches into a fist, pulling you closer instead of pushing you away.

“Maybe because I’m trying to keep you alive!” he spits out, his face inches from yours, his breath hot. “You are always doing this—taking risks, getting in my way. Do you have a death wish?”

Your heart pounds in your chest, anger flaring into something more intense. “No, but maybe you do,” you whisper fiercely. “Coming out here, risking your life for someone you supposedly

can’t stand. What is it, Bellamy? Why do you even care?”

He grits his teeth, and you see something flicker in his eyes—a momentary crack in his armor. “I don’t!” he snaps, but his voice lacks conviction, faltering on the last word.

“Liar,” you accuse, stepping even closer, your forehead nearly touching his. “If you didn’t care,

you’d have let me go. You wouldn’t have come after me, wouldn’t have—”

His grip tightens on your arm, and his other hand moves to your waist, his fingers digging in

just enough to make you gasp. “You think you know everything, don’t you?” His voice is low, almost a growl. “You think you’ve got me all figured out?”

You tilt your chin defiantly, eyes blazing. “Why don’t you just admit it? All this, you’re not really

angry. You’re scared. Scared of what might happen if you lose control. Scared of what it means

if something happens to m—"

But he doesn’t let you finish. In the blink of an eye, he’s on you, lips crashing against yours with a force that takes your breath away. The kiss is rough, almost bruising, a mixture of frustration

and something deeper—something desperate. You freeze for a moment, caught off guard, before the shock melts into anger again, and you shove against his chest.

He doesn’t pull back. Instead, he presses you harder against the cold, cave wall, his body flush against yours. His hands move up, one sliding to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place while his mouth claims yours with a furious intensity, like he’s trying to silence every word, every

protest.

Your heart is racing, your thoughts a tangled mess. You should push him away again, should

shove him back and yell in his face, but instead, you find yourself kissing him back just as fiercely, your hands fisting in his shirt. It’s like all the anger, all the arguments have boiled over

into this—this raw, heated clash of mouths and tongues.

When you finally pull apart, both of you are panting, breaths coming fast, and his forehead

rests against yours, his eyes still dark with emotion.

“Why do you care?” you whisper again, but this time your voice is softer, less certain.

His thumb brushes your cheek, and his gaze is intense, almost searching. “I don’t know,” he mutters, but there’s something vulnerable in his tone, something that makes your heart ache even as your anger simmers beneath the surface.

“Maybe I’m frustrated…so damn frustrated

because—” He hesitates, a half-smile tugging at his lips. “—because you’ve got a way of getting under my skin, and it’s driving me crazy. But yeah, there it is. I’m worried. Happy?”

His lips are so close you can feel his breath on your skin, and for a moment, it’s like the whole world has narrowed to just the two of you, trapped together in this cave, trapped by something

you can’t name.

"Bell..." you start, but he silences you again, this time with a softer kiss, one that seems to ask for something instead of demand it.

His hands slips down to the curve of your waist pulling you even closer, and you feel a shiver run down your spine, heat pounding low in your belly.

Your hands find their way to his hair, fingers locking on his dark strands. The kids deepens, growing more urgent, desperate, as if both of you are trying to pour all this unspoken feelings into a single, shared breath.

And you know that whatever this is, you are not ready to stop it. Not yet.

[howlingday]

Blake: Hey Yang?

Yang: Hm?

Blake: Would you like to play with my "kitties" tonight~?

Yang: I would lo-

Jaune, breaking down the door: I heard there were kitties.

Blake: (Cat on her lap) So...

Yang: (Playing with cat with her finger) Yeah, yeah, I know. But look at him...

Jaune: (Playing with cat with toys, Laughing)

Yang: You try saying no to that face!

[thurio-edau]

you are a pathetic girl

incorrect 🥰

[olderbrotherblake]

raises hand. mr bro-guy can we parallel play. you play your big guy games and i play my little guy games?

Yeah I would love that! Parallel play is the best kind of play in my opinion! Haha warning tho, sometimes big bro also wants to play little games too! What sorts do you like? I'm a big fan of Animal Crossing!

[blakes-cloudy-m1nd]

Wan be frens :0

Sure!!! Hello new friend :D

[xx-l0stsi1v3r-xx]

skedaddles in with a digital sketch this time oooooo

THE!!!!!!!

[rwac96]

Prompt: Jaune's cuddles after sex are legendary and apparently lull you into the best sleep of your life. This means everyone wants a turn on the Arc, which leads to Jaune's girlfriend being very annoyed by everyone's flirtation

"Back! Back, you harlots!!" Weiss Schnee shouts, hugging Jaune Arc and pointing Myternaster at the women surrounding them.

"How the heck did they find out about the cuddle thing?" Jaune wondered in concern, rubbing the back of his neck.

Meanwhile, Ruby, Blake, and Yang watch the chaos take place; Yang letting out an innocent, nonchalant whistle. The Reaper and Cat Faunus turn to the Buxom Brawler, squinting.

"What?" Yang blinks, "C'mon! It's obvious Weiss is less stuck-up since she and Jaune started fucking."

"That doesn't mean you blab it out," Ruby chided her older sister, "you big dummy!"

"Yang, no more posting our personal stuff online," Blake pleaded, "Okay?"

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Yang and Pyrrha about to leave on a quest.

Ruby: Wait! It's dangerous take these! (Holds out Chibi Blake and Jaune)

Yang and Pyrrha:

Chibi Blake and Jaune:

(Pyrrha and Yang did not end up Going on the mission, canceling last minute)

[misscherry-26]

Please write any and all things to do with Bellamy being protective!!!

Thanks for the request. I apologize for taking so long to post it, I've been struggling with my writing. Also I couldn't remember Clarke's mom name 😅 and let's pretend that Charlotte didn't kill Wells and she's just an innocent, scared girl, hahaha. Hope you like this!! Thank you! ❤️

P.S. He also realizes his feelings for reader (hehe)

Bellamy Blake being protective

The first time you two properly met, it was when he convinced everyone to take the wristbands off. You refused, alongside with wells—at that time—and for some reason, that made Bellamy furious.

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All that changes when the first acid fog made its appearance. You were wandering with Charlotte, the youngest of the group. Since she was scared and alone. You were teaching her a few things about the ground that you learned on the earth skill classes, when you two suddenly stumbled with Bellamy and a few others who were running, he was quick on taking you and Charlotte's hand and guide you to the camp—but ending up on a cave, since the fog covered the surroundings.—You didn't realize some fog burned part of your arm. Bellamy sat and helped you with it, he also gave you his jacket to cover yourself (you gave yours to Charlotte) and made sure you two slept. That night Bellamy felt something totally different from the beginning.

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The next time was when you agreed on fighting the grounders, defending the camp. You were helping everyone get inside the ship, Bellamy and Finn still outside, everything was a blur, you took a gun and stepped out, helping them, Bellamy shouting at you to get inside, you didn't listen, and that's how you three ended being captured by one. He was taking all of you to his city. You were tired, your leg was hurting—and probably infected— since you flinched with every step you took. Thee grounder wanted to kill you, but Bellamy somehow convinced him. He carried you with his cuffed hands, and when the grounder made a stop, Bellamy and Finn managed to kill him.

When you made it to Arkadia, and Clarke's mom treated your leg, Bellamy stayed by your side every second.

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There's also that time when you sneaked with him on Mount Weather to rescue the others, Bellamy found you on the cages, helped you get up and change, and when you were walking on the hallways, he was one step ahead, making sure it was safe, not for both, but for you, because if anything were to happen, you would have enough time to run, to scape and get safe.

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He thought he lost you, when you all got betrayed by Lexa. You were still inside Mount Weather, helping Maya, Jasper and the rest, trying to come up with a plan. A guard shoot you when you were trying to protect your friends. And when Clarke and him managed to rescue everyone —that taking the life of innocent people, including Maya— He found you laying on the floor, trying to breath, Octavia, his sister, making sure to stop the bleeding.

When you woke up back on Arkadia, you only saw Lincoln and Octavia in the room, they were happy to see you survived, Clarke's mom saved you, though you remained unconscious for a couple of days because you lost too much blood. It surprised you when you didn't see him. He was always next to you, making sure you were okay, you were safe, then why he wasn't there?

Truth is he couldn't. He wanted to, but Bellamy blamed himself, he saw you were hurting, back then he saw you through the cameras, but he couldn't go, he was with Monty and Clarke, trapped in the control room. Still he blamed himself, he couldn't protect you that time and every night he reminded himself. He missed you. He lingered on the door of the med room, watching your delicate, pale form from far away.

But when you healed and got out, the first thing you did was find him, Octavia telling you in which room he was staying. He was in his bed, his head between his arms, and you knew then, you understood. You weren't mad at him for not being there for you, the main plan was to rescue your people... You sat down and hugged him, letting Bellamy know that he did enough, that he shouldn't blame himself for you. That day you made him promise that no matter what, he would always had to protect himself and his sister first, that you were going to be okay. Bellamy did, he said the words, but deep down he vowed to keep protecting you, because he needed to. You were important to him. More important than anyone or anything else, he just couldn't admit it to you, not yet.

[batmanfruitloops]

I feel this Needs to be drawn with your Scarecrow. (Please and thank you)

I didn't want to just draw over Fred and Daphne so I changed them to the Mystery Incorporated versions since that's the Scooby Doo I know best. I think our Scarecrow would fit right in but definitely be the topic of some YouTube videos titled something like "This episode is for kids?!"

Thank you for the panel!

-Fluffy

[thurio-edau]

what's an endo??? (I've tried Google but I'm even more confused, also I mean DID btw)

an endo is used when referring to an endogenic system- while DID/OSDD/CDD etc. occur via trauma since they are disorders there are endogenic systems who claim they are plural without trauma. its a controversy and some argue with traumagenic systems about validity. a part of people believe you can ONLY be a system via trauma, while another part doesnt. we call this syscourse.

our sys is funny about endos. i am endo neutral, moss is pro-endo, while souya is anti-endo. i just dont deal with syscourse because i believe there is no need to fight about it tbh, just let people live. hope this helped, karma !!