ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ.

god damnit tumblr i'm sick of you and your games I'LL FIX THIS IN A BIT IGNORE THIS FOR THE TIME BEING.

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oops hi WHO IS STILL AROUND

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let’s plot let’s plot let’s plooooottt. i wanna do canon things. i wanna do au things. modern verse, apocalypse verse, game of thrones, anything and everything. let’s write all of the things and MORE.

[leightum]

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why did i just agree to work on the only day i have off this week. whhhyyyy. anyway, i only have two drafts left + some memes that i’ll eventually (maybe, possibly) get to, but for now i’m going to go lay down and potentially take a nap because waking up at 5am for work is starting to take its toll on me. LIKE THIS FOR A STARTER FOR WHEN I RETURN. high chance it might be au, but who knows! 

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celadeinus replied to your post:officially made this a lexa specific blog. if we...

*whispers* clexostia ot3

hello yes, clarke writers? do you see this? do you see how important this is? someone give us.

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officially made this a lexa specific blog. if we have outstanding threads with me writing as someone else, i’ll happily continue them, but otherwise i’m strictly writing as lexa! now, ahem. my first official order of business: *grabby hands all of the clarke rpers* come to me

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The outreach, the grasp, comes somewhat unexpected but certainly not unwelcome.  For a moment, it steals the breath from her lungs, and she is left to pause.  Her feet stop, same as Lexa’s, and she’s looking at her as though she has never seen her before.  The softness in her eyes speaks of the devout nature of her piety, of the deep and unrelenting force of her love.  She wants nothing else but to exist in a world where Lexa is well, where she is at her peak and striving; whether or not Costia herself remains in the picture is irrelevant.  If only she can know that, without a shadow of a doubt, her love would transcend the cosmos to ensure a long and fruitful life for the one whom wields the hilt, the very head, of her heart.

”Nou get yu daun, Leksa,” a task easier said than done, she knows. “Hodnes laik uf. Oso na ste klir,” Costia dares then, in that moment, to dissolve the distance that imposes itself between them.  Standing before her, she reaches up, a single digit, soft and unmarred by war, seeks to brush against the swell of her cheek in a gesture of warmth and comfort.

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The touch jolts through her, ignites each of her nerve-endings and surges like liquid fire, draws her in like moth to a flame and swallows her whole, causing her to burn, burn, burn with an intensity she’s not known before. It’s soft, belittling of the harshness she’s grown accustomed to, and though instinct screams to distrust in the notion that power could draw from something that makes her feel so plainly powerless, it is with courage that she nods, short and quick but an acknowledgment nonetheless.

“Hodnes laik uf.” It’s disbelieving at first, tentative, tongue curling uncertain around the saying, but she repeats it again, stronger, bolder, and looks up. Hodnes laik uf, and it’s in Costia’s gaze, golden like a setting sun, a sight worthy of a thousand spectators, that it reigns true. Relinquishing her hold on her worry, at least in slight, Lexa bows her head in quiet thanks before resuming her brisk pace, ever the trained behavior. You can stop some things, or so it would seem, but not all.

"Gona ai hodnes," she muses aloud, the playings of a smirk at the corners of her mouth, raising a brow at Costia, daring her to dispute.

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OH THAT LOOKS REALLY WEIRD ON MY THEME 

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mundaaayyy because why not! i’m in my nursing scrubs t_t

[oftrepidation-deactivated201603]

Costia’s eyes took in her surroundings; the army of Grounders and the brightness of torches, the sounds as family and friends reunited. They were good sounds - ones she had longed to hear.

Holding the blanket tighter around her for a moment, she thought she might collapse. But she took a breath and steadied herself. When feet stopped in front of her, Costia tilted her head upward. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Lexa, her Lexa.

A smile lit up the brunette’s skinny face, feeling her vision clouding with tears. “Heda.” Was this real? Or was it the lack of nutrition that made her hallucinate? Slipping her hand out of the blanket, she shakily reached it up to the other woman’s face, her fingertips stroking her blood stained cheek.

Yes, she was real. Tears slipped down her cheeks as her thumb moved along her jawline. “My Heda.” She whispered, breath catching in her throat. After all this time being locked away, poked and prodded, she was home. Lexa was her home.

”Mochof." Costia so desperately wanted to feel Lexa’s arms around her, and the safeness and comfort that it brought. But there were too many people here. And she was weak. Too weak to hold herself up for that much longer.

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She almost misses it, the breath of a whisper lost underneath the loud thundering of her heart. Thank you, she had said, and it’s— it’s the most absurd thing, she thinks, mostly because Lexa had the words sitting heavy on the tip of her own tongue. Thank you, she’d wanted to say, to the Gods and to Clarke and to Costia, her Costia, because she stands before her bruised and battered, weary and worn, but unbroken, alive.

There’s a yearning that blossoms and spreads in her chest, swells and overwhelms her and it begs, pleads to reach out and not let go again, not when the fragility of her circumstance has already been tested and tried. But Lexa knows what can and what cannot be; duty first, personal favor second, so in lies her unspoken oath.

Words fight to spill from the firm press of her lips, and though the commotion surrounding them masks them, gives way to the illusion of relative privacy, she holds her tongue, practices the restraint she'd long since mastered. "Come," she says instead, and though it feels so impersonal, so rigid in comparison to the singing in her veins, she spares the risk of reaching a hand out, brushing steady fingers against Costia's collarbone, frail and caked in layers of dirt, but familiar all the same. "Let us get you to safety."

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— ai gona;

The metallic tang floods her mouth, sharp and distasteful on her tongue, a bitter reminder of her failure. She cannot do this; she cannot be the warrior they want - no, need her to be. They’ve long since spoke of her greatness, sung of her potential and whispered of her legacy yet born, and yet -- yet here she kneels, her blade beneath her with another at her throat, eyes downcast in what can only read shame, but feels more like burning fury. Anya means to prove something of her, to bring the fight she supposedly harbors to the surface, and Lexa is desperate to deliver. She lifts her gaze then, lets it still on her mentors, unwavering, chin tilted up, facing her defeat with strength and honor.

“Nodotaim,” she orders, firmness in her voice as she rises to her feet, lifting her sword to her side and turning to spit the blood from her mouth. She can do this; she can be the Heda they deserve.

[pokadotshoes]

[thundergrace]

#TELL ME AGAIN THAT CLARKE WOULDN’T UNDERSTAND#TELL ME AGAIN THAT LEXA MANIPULATED CLARKE#TELL ME AGAIN THAT LEXA MADE CLARKE A SHITTY PERSON#AND S HITTY LEADER#ALL OF YOUR FAVS WOULD BE DEAD#IF NOT FOR THE THE UNDERSTANDING#THAT CLARKE HAS WITH LEXA#AND THE WISDOM SHE LEARNED FROM HER#FROM A LEADER WHO HAS BEEN DOING THIS FOR A BIT LONGER#AND SEEN A BIT MORE#TELL ME AGAIN#THAT LEXA IS THE BAD GUY AND ALL THESE OTHER GUYS ARE HEROES#LEXA DID NOT SPREAD HER EVIL TOXICITY ALL OVER CLARKE#SHE HELPED HER TO FACE THE TRUTH OF WHAT THEY DO#AND WITH THAT TRUTH#CLARKE RESCUED HER PEOPLE#JUST LIKE LEXA DID#GET OUT OF MY FACE FANDOM#I AM TOO EMOTIONAL FOR THIS (via clarkegriffin)

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jus drein jus daun - open starter, commander lexa.

The air is thick, humid, distinct with the stench of blood and charred flesh, the ground stained an unmistakeable shade of maroon, littered with the remnants of a battle lost, of a sacrifice made, but more-so a perfect depiction of the direness of their existence. Perhaps it spoke volumes of their kind, of her kind, that not even an eyelash was bat over the decision she made (nor ones she’d made in the past, or ones she’d undoubtedly make in the future). She is who is she is, born and bred to lead others to die and do so with honor; it’s the new looks of contempt, of misunderstanding and arguing voices of reason, however, that leave her shaken for the first time. The question of why has never been asked until the Sky People invaded, nor has her resolve ever shook. Until now. She's tucked away in her tent now, away from the aftermath yet still so heavily surrounded by it, making preparations for the war to come when she hears heavy footfalls behind her. "Not now." It's a dismissal, read clear in the low timbre of her voice, not a trace of any waver, and yet she hears no retreat.

[avassharpe]

In peace, may you leave the shore. In love, may you find the next. Safe passage on your travels until our final journey to the ground. May we meet again.

[cantcontrolthegay-deactivated20]

she’s killing me

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Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts.

"My parents know."

"Don’t go."

"Just let me die."

"Make me."

"Kiss me you idiot."

"I didn’t do it."

"That isn’t mine."

"Marry me?"

"Truth hurts, doesn't it?"

"Be mine."

"You owe me."

"Just relax."

"I already regret this."

"Where are my clothes?"

"You could have killed someone!"

"I think I broke it."

"Do you love me?"

"We need to talk."

"Never again."

"Do I know you?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"Well, that was unexpected."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"I just want to cuddle."

"I can’t even look at you."

"What happened to you?"

"Don’t you dare."

"I missed you."

"This stays between us."

"I need a hug."

"I could kill you!"

"Kiss me."

"You’re so weird."

"Why are you wearing that?"

"You coward."

"You’re all out of ____."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"This seems familiar."

"You lied to me!"

"Are you threatening me?"

"Is that my shirt?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Explain yourself."

"Where were you?"

"You drive me crazy!"

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Just leave me alone."

"I need a drink."

"What were you thinking?"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I’m going to be sick."

"For you, I would _____"

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Give it back."

"I have to go."

"Shut up and listen."

"Do you remember this?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"Take responsibility."

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Give me another chance."

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"You mean everything to me."

"Why, yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I miss you so very much."

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"Just five more minutes."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"What are we doing here?"

"Do you trust me?"

"That sounds painful."

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"That was a bad plan."

"That looked easier on TV."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"I didn’t know you could do that."