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BELLAMY BLAKE COURT Unseelie TITLE Speaker of Darkness (✮✮) The Bloodied Hand (✮✮✮) OCCUPATION Soldier. ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL Yes. RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Spire 3. RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Spire 3. MAJOR EVENTS HIGHLIGHT Fox Cult Investigation Quest [ ✖ ] HIGHLIGHT Description [ ✖ ] HIGHLIGHT Description [ ✖ ]

PLANS Sneaking onto the Seelie side, investigating the Cult of the Fox, attending far more parties/festivals than he ever has before in his entire life. Bringing anarcho-communism to the drabwurld. (cr plans) SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS ✪ Sword training and combat training (PARKOUR) with Jason ✪ Magic training with the Magic Guild ✪ Working as a letter runner, including over Seelie lines. ✪ After gaining fast travel + shard concealment, making several trips over to the Seelie side, both to look for his people and to spy for Morla. Making Seelie contacts. ✪ Investigating the Cult of the Fox and becoming a target of the cult. ✪ From July onward: avoiding assassination attempts by the Cult of the Fox. ✪ Attending various holidays: Beltane, Samhain, Yule, etc. ✪ Working on Saber's R&D tech team, as a field tester/security. ✪ Looks into the Midnight Court. TIMELINE OF EVENTS SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May) MARCH - Takes advantage of the Monarch Audience and gains a means of shard concealment (thanks to Clarke saving Unseelie shards in battle, both their shards are concealed full time). He and Clarke take on a quest from Waver. When the snow rolls in, he does his best to help unfreeze things. APRIL - Bellamy continues sword and magic training and decides he really hates harps. MAY - Starts off the month with Beltane. He takes his first trip into Seelie territory later, checking out Caer Glaem and the area around it. Starts looking into the Cult of the Fox via Seelies. Kills some swans because fuck swans. SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug) JUNE - Attends the tourney in Treun! Makes a second trip into seelie territory, this time centering on the Cothromach. Befriends some people with connections to the Cult of the Fox, begins the process of sending them undercover. JULY - Third tip into Glaschu, where following the Cult of the Fox leads him to Daonna just in time to witness the hangings. When he returns to the third spire, he and Clarke get a decapitated surprise and become a targets of the Cult of the Fox. AUGUST - Let's avoid sneaking around this month, ok? Ok! Works on more magic training, attends some festivals, and follows Clarke to the 8th and 9th Spires to help set up the spire clinics. FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov) SEPTEMBER - Fourth trip into Glaschu, Parrais. Wreath Festival! Starts learning Blood Magic from Clarke and they adopt a dog (which he names Rhea Silvia). OCTOBER - Bellamy goes to Redgate midmonth, attends the opening of its theatre. Samhain: Bellamy and Clarke make offerings to the Black Shuck, and he manages to actually Dance and Have fun during the following festivities. NOVEMBER - As a former delinquent, the prison break is of course Very Scary. Continues with magic and combat training. WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb) DECEMBER - Yule! the Hare Hunt! JANUARY - Stuff and things!!! Another trip into Glaschu, checking on Caer Glaem before hitting up the Cothromach again. FEBRUARY - Ostara Festival in Parrais. Visits the art gallery with Clarke. At the end of the month, falls asleep and canon updates, gaining memories of infiltrating Mount Weather and joining up with Maya inside. SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr) MARCH - Nearly gets killed in Parrais by the Cult via broken balcony. Zombies must die aka takes out some of the undead. APRIL - Agrees to be bait for the Cult of the Fox in hopes of luring in members to capture for the Red Hand. MAY - ¿ we just don't know ?

( codes by whambam )

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march 2701

march

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early march | clarke and bellamy meet with waver; he assigns them a quest to investigate the cult of the fox.
late march | royal audience: granted shard concealment with clarke
vague march | with raven at the station
magic training | teresa
late march | oops finn massacred a village

( throughout march )

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[The Drabwurld is the first time Bellamy has ever actually seen snow, the winter months still a little ways away after the dropship landed on Earth. But this snow – this magic, icy snow that holds more like iron than frozen water is a bit too much.]

[Even if the monarchs hadn’t made their declaration about trying to melt and unfreeze it, Bellamy thinks he’d have helped anyway. It gives him a chance to work a little, practice a little, with his knife. He’s already figured out it can shoot off fire, so he starts with that.]

[It starts out with the knife flickering, covered in flames. It’s not that it fails, but it’s time consuming, waiting for it to melt the snow. He wonders about altering it, after a few more uncovered imps, he focuses on making the knife warmer moreso than the flames. The blade heats up as the flames die down, but it cuts through the ice and snow a lot faster, allows him to break through and give the people stuck inside air. One woman practically throws herself at him, promising him her firstborn child, but Bellamy just awkwardly gives her a blanket to stay warm and urges her to get inside.]

[When he’s not doing that, he’s trying to get imps to work with him. Completing the quest last month for Ariadne has helped him along those lines – they’re more inclined to actually listen to what he has to say than brush him off (or dump him out of a bag).]

[He manages to get out of giving them any sort of monetary bribe as payment. It helps that he’d used his knife to cut through ice that had encased two imps at once, and watching the way he did so without provocation pushed some of the other imps towards cooperation.]

[He’s trailed by two or three at most; Bellamy starts by building fires, and the imps use their magic to expand it, melting people and imps alike that have been buried. They only offer their help so long as Bellamy does the same in return, and honestly, the whole process goes a lot better in their joint effort.]

[At the base of one particularly large pile of snow and ice, Bellamy starts building several fires. He uses his knife to expedite the process, and the imps draw out the flames to make the fires bigger, even hitting some of it with thin lines of fire. But the ice is thick enough that the effort is going to take some time, and the fires require care to stay lit for long. So he settles in, starts on a fourth fire and prepares himself to continue on this trend of very cold days.]

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april 2701

april

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april | swordtraining with jason
(march &) april | researching reynard/the cult of the fox with clarke

( harp event )

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content warnings: blood, animal violence/gore/killing, hanging references, strangulation references
word count: 1155

Bellamy tries not to remember most of his dreams, because a sufficient portion of them are nightmares, or at least, they turn into nightmares more often than not. He knows how to get through the next day even when they keep him up longer than he likes. Alongside the bodies, he starts to hear music. Soft, far off, just as haunting as his ghosts, and it hammers down against the guilt in his chest, which in turn just makes him angry, because his anger has always been a good tool against the unknown.

What’s weird is how angry he keeps finding himself outside that – not just one day, but the next and the next, even at night when he yanks up the blankets like he wants to rip them in half. He’s always simmering with anger, but this prick of it has him irritated at every little thing, even when he’s not exhausted. A man bumps into him in the streets at the Third Spire, and he mouths off, fighting back the urge to shove him back, hard. It wasn’t even on purpose, but Bellamy glares and it genuinely scares the man. It’s only the distant sound of some sort of chimed music that holds him back, distracted by the familiarity of it. He scowls off the confrontation and practically stomps all the way back home, grabbing his crossbow for practice and his axe to go hunting.

The woods are quiet, or at least, they’re supposed to be. He pauses, crossbow aimed at a deer when he hears the harp again. And staring at this animal at the mercy of his weapon stirs of memories of everything else he’s ever done at the other end of a blade. He fires the arrow in the midst of them, his aim off, and it pierces the deer’s back leg instead of the chest.

He’s hit with a feeling of just – killing. Of being so angry that he takes someone else’s life. He thinks about the desire to kill Murphy after he found him again, his hands wrapped around the other man’s throat, because how fucking dare he waste their gunpowder. Bellamy can feel the rope around his neck as Murphy tried to hang him and feel that rage crawling up his skin now, in the woods, and the next thing he knows, he’s just sliced open the deer’s neck, far more deeply than necessary. He steps back, his hands shaking as that anger still races through him, and the temptation to hack up the deer is a strong one, only blocked by the need for its meat to eat, his inner survivalist winning out this time.

His dreams that night are full of headless deer, except when there are only antlered heads, talking ones that whisper the names of the dead in his ear and churn up his guilt like a hurricane.

The harp echoes at the same time as Murderer, murderer, murderer.

Charlotte laughs and then she dies, her hands dripping with Wells’s blood as she begs Bellamy to save her. He stands at the cliff and hears the splash, the harp mixing with the water, like the waves are lapping at it.

He wakes up in a cold sweat and spends the day irritable again. After working on some of his fire magic, and nearly burning his eyebrows off in a huff, he hits up a tavern and gets into a fight over some stupid disagreement he can’t even recall, barely fifteen minutes after his first drink meant to be relaxing. On the walk home with a busted lip, he hears the harp again, and his stomach drops with guilt instead of anger. He shouldn’t have punched that guy, he shouldn’t have been so angry. What if he killed him, killed someone else?

The music plays as he slips inside his house, and his chest feels heavy with the notion that he will never be a good person.

By the time he falls asleep again, he’s face to face with more ghosts, only this time in front of them, leading them like an army, is Octavia.

“You left me again,” she hisses at him with an arrow sticking out of her leg and blood on her face like war paint. “Fucked off into the woods and now you’re a world away. Do you even want me around? How’re you supposed to do anything for me anymore?”

The Arkers behind her swallow her up, and he hears the harp once more, like it’s still surrounded by water. Does he have to jump, like Charlotte did, to atone for all his crimes?

He follows the sound, the hands of those culled from the Ark dragging at his legs and piling more and more guilt on him, so much that Bellamy’s almost overcome and forced to crawl before it crushes him. He pulls himself from them, his voice weak as he mutters useless apologies over and over.

But the harp needs to stop. He can’t take it anymore. It’s been plaguing him for days, and every time it plays it’s like he loses part of himself to it.

He finds it at last, after long venture through bushes and trees, his hands scraped up and bleeding from the forest. He sits up on his knees and stares at the harp, sitting in the middle of the river – the same one he’d thrown the radio in, condemning over three hundred people to die.

One of the chords hits him hard enough that the guilt shifts into anger again, and his anger he can use. Bellamy hauls himself to his feet with it and splashes through the shallow water, each note striking hard and reminding him of how much he hated everyone on the Ark. Maybe they all deserved to be Culled. Nobody stopped the Council from locking up his sister and floating his mother. He thinks about Kane arresting him, acting like he knew better and ignoring the authority Bellamy had earned for himself, and he’s never felt more angry in this life, even if it is only a dream.

He reaches the harp and glares at it. The water laps at his feet and he can hear Octavia in his head, telling him softly: may we meet again.

Bellamy lunges, grabbing the harp with both hands and hauling it up in the air. Channeling all the rage the instrument fueled in him already, he lifts it high before smashing it down hard with an anguished cry. It shatters in the water at his feet, the pieces swept away as the river rushes on.

There’s silence, for a few moments, before he surges awake.

He blinks out into the room and feels his fire flicker, his ire dimming out. It’s the easiest and most level headed he’s woken up in days, so much so that when sleep comes again a few minutes later, it’s welcome and it’s a relief.

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may 2701

may

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mid may | glaschu: starting point of into the cult of the fox, creating a network for it

ben hawkins ( mid-may )

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[It's day three of being near Caer Glaem, and though he's finally accepted that his shard is actually hidden, he still can't lessen that edge of tension, of constantly being ready to fight and flee. Poor sleep isn't anything new, but it's still annoying.]

[It doesn't help that there are fucking swans everywhere. They're gold which doesn't throw him off too much, considering the mutated animals he's already seen and killed combined with the fact that he's in a literal fairy world.]

[They're nasty and hostile, and Bellamy's already killed a few. Like the one he's aiming for right now, watching as it squawks angrily over an inability to dig up some crop from the ground.]

[He slinks closer silently and takes aim with his axe, throwing it hard. It slices through the air before embedding itself into the swan's back. The sounds die as it does, golden body falling to the ground, and already familiar with the process, he watches as it starts turning into solid gold.]

[He's used to killing, but he's not used to getting currency out of it.]

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june 2701

june

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treun tourney | effy
treun tourney | ariadne
quest | sending edan undercover
quest | clarke & bellamy receive a letter that simply says: M.M. lain aves

dorian gray ( mid/late june )

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[Day two at Cothromach. It's a little busier than his first venture into Glaschu, with far less swans. On top of finding something to report back to the monarchs (unfortunately), he's got his eyes and ears out for anything related to the Cult of the Fox. And his people, of course; they're always top priority.]

[It's nearing the end of the day when he comes across a construction sight in mid-stages, but the design is edging on familiar enough to give him pause, and he sticks around longer than he'd intended just to look around.]

[He gestures at the next nearest person that walks by.] Hey, you know what they're doing here?

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july 2701

july

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pre murders | meets korra on the western road near daonna
quest/post daonna hangings | M.M. = Martin Maskmaker?
quest | clarke & bellamy receive the heads of nuala, edan, cian, and elaena from the cult of the fox, sent in burlwood boxes
quest | emotions and how to hold on to them, by bellamy blake (the sequel: crap clarke doesn't know how to handle her anger like i do maybe this wasn't a good idea)
post quest | meeting with waver (+clarke)
post quest/daonna | jason
post quest | clarke

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Clarke leaves, and Bellamy can feel his anger sweeping away the panic and fear of four heads on the countertop. He is angry at so many things at once, and without Clarke in front of him, he can't focus on anything else but that feeling. It's his default, the source of so much of his strength, because if he's angry enough, he can keep going forward.

He has so few outlets. He could try to move the boxes, before Clarke comes back, but he knows he can't do it alone, and that fuels the ire even harder. It cripples him in uncomfortable ways.

He turns around and kicks over one of the kitchen chairs without hesitation, snapping the leg off as it skids across the floor. His breath comes in hard, the broken chair only a temporary reprieve, tempting him to just kick it again - and he does, launching it hard into the wall where a second leg breaks off.

There's no one to hurt and no one to attack. Bellamy's always had a target, but now the Cult of the Fox just taunts them from afar. He knows the heads are a warning, and maybe a better person would take the danger the boxes represent and back off. But he can't. He doesn't have it in him, not when he thinks about Cian or Edan's eyes staring up at him and knowing he's sent two more people to their deaths. To run and hide is to allow their deaths to mean nothing. To run and hide is against so much of everything Bellamy Blake is and has become.

He storms out of the kitchen, fists balled up tight. Idleness destroys him, and he can't be passive in this. He won't be. The sensation, that temporary victory in kicking over the chair and having the power over it, fills him again, and before he even realizes what he's doing, Bellamy's fist flies up and punches hard at the wall; his knuckles go right through, colliding with the support structures inside. Bones shatter and his skin gets sliced up, but all he can do is stare at the hole his fist has gone through and know this is his doing.

When he finally pulls it out, it's shaking from anger, and probably pain he doesn't feel yet, too swept up in the reckless adrenaline of his fury. His hand is a mangled mess that isn't helpful given the current situation, but knowing what he's capable of mutes that fear. The evidence of the hole stares back at him.

It doesn't make him feel better. But it reminds him of how much his anger is a tool, of how much his anger can do for him. It can help him now in the face of the Cult, and he won't let it flicker out.

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august 2701

august

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early august | 9th spire, checking in with effy

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september 2701

september

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october 2701

october

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early october | redgate theatre opening
samhain | black shuck
samhain | bellamy's starter; dance off with jason, dancing with effy, rachel is radioactive
samhain | clarke
samhain | wallflowering with ben
samhain | alice, can u breathe
samhain | paloma
samhain | guinevere
samhain | lauralae

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november 2701

november

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december 2701

december

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yule | clarke presents and hugs

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january 2702

january

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early january | ben at the allweather theatre in cothromach

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february 2702

february

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vague february | art gallery in parrais with clarke

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march 2702

march

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vague march | setting broken bones with a new and improved dorian gray

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april 2702

april

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