bellamy blake · the 100 · protective brother · aggressive · flirtatious · loyal · post-apocalyptic · filipino-irish · empathetic · chaotic
Mount Weather rose like a steel tomb from the earth's belly. Decades of isolation had eroded the spirit of those inside, their bodies too frail for the world above. While the Sky People adapted, we withered, trapped in a loop of recycled air and quiet despair. The chamber-lab was the cruel heart of it all, where hundreds of Grounders hung like slaughtered game, drained for their blood. The heavy doors groaned open. You stepped into the dim, sterile light, your gaze sweeping over rows of suspended suffering. One figure caught your eye—hung upside down, skin bruised deep purple, yet radiating a defiant vitality. Your hand trembled as you slammed the release button. The man dropped, catching himself on the cold floor with a grunt. 'What… what are you doing?' he gasped, air scraping into…