#featuring bellamy

[labellerose-acheron]

SwynWriMo Day Twenty-One – Back to the Future Thread

Put Me in the Zoo *** [Kristelle] [Flash Forward]

Write either a flashback or a flashforward thread with another mun!

@lostinthewoods-kristoff​

Takes Place: November 30, 2035

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"Maman! I can’t find my phone,” Aidan called, bounding down the stairs, skipping the last two.

“Well, I don’t know where it is,” Belle huffed, already feeling slightly harried by the whole ordeal. She at the back door, letting Shuck out for a few minutes before they had to pile into the car.

“I can’t go to the zoo without it.” Aidan had appeared at her shoulder, pouting.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have lost it.”

“Maman.”

“It’s not my responsibility to keep an eye on your phone, Aidan. I pay the bills for it. I have done my part. If you’ve lost it--”

“It’s here,” Bellamy, who was standing near the couch in the other room said. He lifted the phone from where it had been between the couch cushions and put his own phone down from his ear.

Belle smiled at him and then looked at Aidan, the smile dropping off. “Satisfied?”

Aidan scowled but stomped back through the house and grabbed his phone from his brother, checking him with his shoulder as he did it. Belle rolled her eyes slightly and whistled for Shuck. The demon bounded happily back into the house and trotted to his spot by the fireplace.

Belle checked her watch.

“Train is leaving soon,” Bellamy said softly when he caught her.

“We’re not taking the train,” she told him, going to grab her purse off the counter, pulling it over her shoulder.

Just as she said it--there was a knock at the door.

Shuck barked, deep and then growled.

“Shuck, stop it, honestly.” Belle shook her head at the hound and then moved towards the front door, opening it to reveal Kristoff. “Just on time,” she told him, letting out a little, relieved breath.

“Oh--great,” Aidan groaned behind her, flopping onto the couch.

[outfit, with sensible shoes] [aidan’s outfit] [bellamy’s outfit]

[lou-bonfightme]

Happily Ever After || [Loud Bell]

In which Toulouse, Belle, and Hades get married...[takes place: June 21, 2023]

@trip-downtheriverstyx, @labellerose-acheron, @ber-bonfamille-lyons

[tw -- brief non-descript mentions of suicidal thoughts in the first bit (skip to Hades first reply if you don't want to come across that part)]

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[link here]

[glass-needles-and-futurisms]

Muse studio albums, 1999-2022

(idea taken from here)

[april-showers86]

Bellarke making out behind a (their) tree

[girlonfilms]

Andrew Scott, Tom Hardy, Andrew Garfield to star in 1984

Andrew Scott, Cynthia Erivo, Tom Hardy and Andrew Garfield are all lending their voices to a new audio adaptation of George Orwell’s 1984. Continue reading Untitled

[miodiodavinci]

also this is going to be Purely incomprehensible but i'd like to also share with you the running ms paint doodle i had going during our final battle with the kraken at the end of the treasure hunt campaign w

[doortotomorrow]

MY BECHO APPRECIATION WEEK - They're Playing Our Song (a song that makes you think of them): Echo Saw You by Kaleida

[sunburnacoustic]

Muse - Planet Muse

Author: Sascha Krüger from VISIONS No. 161

Dom sometime during the Black Holes era, looking back on Absolution and Muse's Glastonbury 2004 highlight. Archived: Wayback Machine, translated from German.

Dominic – the now-adult

Originally we didn't want it, but then it happened like this: We ended up touring with "Absolution" for two years, with many good but also difficult moments. Especially for me because my father died at the same time, almost exactly in the middle of that time. As a result, I went back and forth between the extremes – from pure joy and lightheartedness about what happened to us, to moments of deepest sadness and acute crises of meaning. The day of his death alone is exemplary: After a really overwhelming gig, I come off the stage and get the terrible news. Surreal, there is no other way to describe this emotional fair. The good thing was that I really got to know my friends – it was amazing how many of my so-called friends didn't even know how to respond to this tragedy. Chris was a special support during this time – he lost his father when he was 17, so he knew there was nothing to say – it's enough to have someone there to give you a hug when you need it. And in a curious way, this death has made me feel more confident – because when you lose someone so close to you, you learn to appreciate what you have all the more.

But other things were tough too. There were many injuries on this tour; for example, Matt cut his lip halfway on the first gig of the first US tour in five years [Atlanta 2004 show], so we had to cancel a few gigs. It got us so down - we honestly thought it was a sign that we should hook America. Just a few weeks later, Chris broke his wrist and we had to deal with a backup bassist. It was awful – and we were headlining V Festival. We sounded like a piece of shit*. And when Matt delusionally gave me a few cuts in the face with his guitar neck during a gig, we thought for a moment: Okay, we should stop touring for real. It was all very tragic for the band.

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*NME didn't think so.

[duranduratulsa]

Now showing on my 90's Fest Movie 🎥 marathon and Stevegoolie Saturday Night ...Critters 3 (1991) on classic DVD 📀! #movie #movies #horror #critters3 #critters #scifi #monstermovies #creaturefeature #leonardodicaprio #donkeithopper #christiancousins #geoffreyblake #josephcousins #francesbay #dianabellamy #dvd #90s #90sfest #durandurantulsas3rdannual90sfest

[1-ufo]

As Muse do like to say: this one’s a deep cut

[labellerose-acheron]

An Echo in the Bone *** [Howelle feat Hades + the Acheron Twins]

@oh-heartlessman, @trip-downtheriverstyx

Belle had never once been nervous about Howl performing magic. They had done so many things for her over the years: from magic bath bombs to freeing Hades from powerful magic, to conducting her wedding to healing her wounds. She had always put her trust in Howl’s incredibly well-lotioned hands. There was no sorcerer she trusted more.

However, she was incredibly apprehensive about all of this. Firstly, because the boys would need to be involved and as eager as they were to help (it was the whole reason they were here) Belle was protective of them. She wanted to keep them safe. The drive to do so was nearly overpowering. It was also conflicting, considering she had no idea what actually was going to keep them safe. They had toyed with dangerous magic and there wasn’t anything she could do.

And, only slightly secondary: this whole endeavor was to find out what had been so horrible, so terrible, so unfixable, that the children had all thought it best to go back in time to try to fix it. She was, if this worked, going to see how she messed everything up. (The way Opal had looked at her, specifically, meant she knew this was her fault.)

She sitting between her two too-tall sons on the couch, fiddling with her wedding ring. Aidan was quietly trying to convince Calcifer to give him a high five, while Bellamy was watching her. She could feel him doing it. He did it a lot. Belle wasn’t sure what he was trying to find.

“How is all of this going to work then?” she asked as cups of tea floated towards all three of them through the air. She took hers grateful and sipped it, hoping the warmth would calm her nerves.

[outfit] [aidan’s outfit] [bellamy’s outfit]

[lou-bonfightme]

Everything is Growing in the Garden || [Self para]

In which the Acheron children have a present for Toulouse on Father's Day...[takes place: June 18, 2023]

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The Acheron children sat around the dinner table, Toulouse at the head of it. The children had been uncharacteristically quiet. The older ones, that is. The younger children were happily oblivious, enjoying their meals, but several times, Toulouse had caught the older ones sharing looks and passing smirks. Even Opal, who had been so against he brothers for the last several months, seemed to be in on whatever it was they had planned. 

“Really, you are being very obvious,” Lou said, looking up from wiping Bellamy’s mouth to see another furtive glance. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Tonton,” Opal said in a voice contradicting her words entirely. 

Aidan kicked his chair back on two legs. “Yeah, nothin’s going on.” He was grinning wide. 

“Put your chair down.” 

Aidan huffed but let his chair collapse back onto all fours. He glanced at Bellamy, raised his eyebrows.

Bellamy shook his head.

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[link here]

[radiomaxmusic]

Friday, February 2, 2024 12pm ET: Feature Artist: Bellamy Brothers

The Bellamy Brothers are an American pop and country music duo consisting of brothers David Milton Bellamy (born September 16, 1950) and Homer Howard Bellamy (born February 2, 1946), from Dade City, Florida.The duo had considerable musical success in the 1970s and 1980s, starting with the release of their crossover hit “Let Your Love Flow” in 1976, a number one single on the Billboard Hot…

[cquity]

clarke & bellamy || @lcnelylcves

The Sydney night held an unsettling beauty, the city lights casting a glow that danced upon Clarke's conflicted features. She wandered through the labyrinthine streets, a solitary figure navigating the complex maze of emotions that had become her constant companion since their arrival in this inexplicable reality.

Bellamy, her co-leader, her confidant, her friend – his absence weighed heavily on her heart. In the ceaseless rhythm of the city, she sought solace, a reprieve from the persistent ache of longing. The memories of their shared struggles, the battles fought side by side on Earth, reverberated through her mind, colliding with the harsh reality of their separation.

As she rounded a corner, Clarke found herself standing before a familiar park, an oasis within the urban chaos. The soft hum of the city offered a stark contrast to the turmoil within her. Leaning against a weathered bench, she gazed at the distant skyline, the city's heartbeat pulsing around her.

Bellamy – the name echoed in the caverns of her thoughts, a silent plea for the universe to return what it had taken. The bond they shared transcended the hardships of their past, creating an unspoken connection that defied the boundaries of time and space.

A gust of wind whispered through the branches, carrying with it the weight of their history. The absence of Bellamy's familiar presence seemed to magnify the losses they had endured together, and Clarke found herself grappling with the uncharted territories of this new existence.

The night held its secrets, but it couldn't conceal the emptiness in her heart. She longed for the familiar reassurance of Bellamy's companionship, the unspoken understanding that had defined their journey. As the city continued its restless symphony, Clarke couldn't escape the yearning for a reunion, the hope that their paths might converge once more in the city that held both refuge and isolation.

[tfc2211]

Play Movie ▶ The Professionals (1966)

[mystra-midnight]

In the Mountains Shadow

summary: in which he comforts you.

tags: panic attacks. ptsd. hurt/comfort.

w/c: 1.1k.

a/n: no one will ever convince me that the 100 delinquents that were sent the earth, and the subsequent 48 of them that survived mount weather don't have serious ptsd. none of them are okay.

In the late afternoon hours, there was no peace to be found—not for her.

The feeling had come from nowhere, starting so small that she hadn't even noticed it before it crashed against the shore of her emotions, where it shattered into a thousand pieces, and infected her blood. If she could, she'd pull the blood from her veins to stop the feeling.

She was breathing in shallow gasps as she stared at that mountain of death—its shadow looming over her, blocking out the sun until she felt swallowed by darkness. She clutched the handle of the rover to ground herself; her fingers wound so tightly around it that they ached; and her legs wobbled and threatened to give out.

It was getting harder to breathe. It felt like someone had punched her in the chest, grabbed her heart, and squeezed the air from her lungs. Why had she agreed to come back? She never wanted to see this place again, not after...

She gasped loudly and suddenly.

The memories assaulted her all at once, without warning or mercy. The humming of the drill replayed in her ears, a haunting melody that accompanied her torment. Pain scored through her limbs, radiating from the scars on her thighs. Screams echoed around her—Raven's, Abby's, and her own. She could hear Marcus begging and pleading with Cage to stop, insisting that they would donate their bone marrow.

Her stomach twisted into knots, threatening to bring her breakfast up and dump it on the ground right there beside the rover. Waterfall tears fell from her eyes, streaking down her cheeks, leaving her vision blurred. Her body shuddered as a sob welled up in her chest.

"Bellamy..."

Her voice was impossibly soft, so full of fear as the memories of her time inside the mountain continued their relentless assault. She reached out blindly for him, needing something real and warm to hold onto—someone to ground her in the storm that was threatening to undo her. "I don't think I can do this."

She hated this place; no, that was too kind of a word. She loathed this place with every fibre of her being and with every beat of her broken heart.

The mountain was filled with so much needless death—not only the mountain men and grounders but their own as well. Another sob spewed from her trembling lips—the sound gut-wrenching, cutting the dark-haired man to the core—as she remembered being trapped on level five while guards took her friends one by one. They had fought. They had screamed. They had run. None of it mattered in the end.

She remembered Fox's face when they'd found her after everything had been said and done. The blank look in her eyes, the blood dripping from her mouth, the expression etched upon her features, forever frozen in time.

"Oh god."

And then he was there.

Strong hands grabbed her shoulders and dragged her into the shelter of his body, where she buried her face against his chest, hiding from the world just as she'd done when he found her wandering the halls of the mountain. He felt her ball his shirt in her trembling hands, the material being pulled taunt across his back as her tears soaked the front. Bellamy held her tightly as the tears shuddered through her body. He wanted to cry with her, to break down and be weak, but he couldn't.

They had all been broken by the mountain, left tired and scared, but he couldn't break down. He had to be strong when the delinquents couldn't be; he'd bear it so that they didn't have to.

PTSD ran wild through the survivors of the one hundred, all forty-eight of them, and no amount of talking or time would help. Sure, their wounds would heal and scar, but the psychological trauma—the torment—would remain with them every day until they died. None of them would be okay again.

"She doesn't have to go," Bellamy said, his voice gentle as he patted her head, running his fingers through her hair in a soothing gesture. She didn't have to do this, and he wouldn't make her; he wouldn't let anyone make her.

There was a very strong loyalty that Bellamy felt for the delinquents in particular. He had a great deal to make up for, and going into Mount Weather to save them barely covered it. He would go in again, alone; he could find the things that would make their lives on post-apocalyptic-and-current-apocalyptic earth more comfortable.

Her breath was wild and erratic, impossible to catch. Inside, her lungs were burning, desperate for air, as she sobbed and hyperventilated against his chest. She clung to him without shame, her arms wrapped around his torso. He was the only thing that kept her grounded when the trauma threatened to consume her. "I can't, Bell, I can't." She repeated the words, babbling mindlessly.

She remembered how peaceful the mountain had seemed and how utterly perfect it was—a paradise found in a world trying to destroy them. She had loved being inside Mount Weather. All the history at her fingertips, real food, a soft bed, and books!

There had been so many books.

It was home.

Until Clarke pointed out the flaws and inconsistencies, and then the bubble burst. The mountain men's secrecy had come to light, and the superficial charm of Cage Wallace had peeled away like a snake's skin. She remembered Clarke escaping and how hopeless she'd felt while still trapped inside. But most of all, she remembered the feeling of the cuffs around her wrists and ankles—how her skin had been rubbed raw, cut open, and her bones drilled into.

She had been left devastated. Even the whirring of a power tool at Camp Jaha would send her into a panic. There was no concern that she was appearing weak in front of Bellamy. There was only a fear that she might not escape the mountain alive this time.

Bellamy waved for the others to go on ahead, ignoring their concerned stares. When one of them took a tentative step forward, his arms tightened around her, iron bands of muscle pressing her into his body. Above her, he shook his head, silently telling them not to look or touch.

He knew her; he saw her.

And he knew that comfort from anyone else, especially one of the adults that had been responsible for sending one hundred children to earth, would only break the little resolve she was holding onto. So Bellamy held her as she cried; he let her bury her face against his chest and hide from the world. And when her legs gave out, he went to the ground with her, and he held her still.

"I promise you're not alone," he whispered, his lips pressed against the crown of her head, his own heart breaking. He pulled her closer, held her tighter. "You'll never be alone again."