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Origami Around
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“There’s nothing beautiful about this feeling, like I can’t get my head above water, like I can’t get to the air. And maybe you think that makes me weak. Maybe you think it just means I should have tried harder, should have kicked and thrashed and demanded that life-saving breath. But maybe your shallow end is my ocean. We all drown differently, you know…”
— Chrmdpoet (We All Drown Differently)
I haven't abandoned this story. I just put it on the back burner for now. The story is just on a small vacation. It is currently out of office. It can't come to the phone right now. It just fell under my bed to sleep with the monsters. It never left my head. It is everywhere - except on paper.
Shoutout to the dedicated cheerleaders of wips who comment on each chapter and motivate the poor fic writer to keep going you are crucial to the ecosystem
I'm starting to see AI art in fanart tags and even when they are tagged as AI art, people in the reblogs tagged it as fanart.
Let me just say this once. I don't believe AI art is fanart. The way things are, it's theft. It doesn't count. The effort that fan artists put into their works cannot be equated in value with whatever an AI generates. The works with hours of applied skill and originality and love put into them are the works I want to praise on this blog.
So that being said, if I ever reblog "fanart" that is ai generated, please send me a message or an ask and let me know so I can delete it off my blog.
I accidentally did and didn't notice 😬
When back and fixed that shit tho. Ai art isn't the same as art.
“Please,” Clarke whines, her hips pressing back, but the toy not lined up, instead just sliding across the bottom of her back.
“Look at you, begging like a good girl,” Lexa teases, one hand grabbing Clarke’s hip, steading her, the other lining up the toy at her puckered hole.
Lexa’s jaw drops as she watches the toy slowly slide inside.
“Fuckkk,” Clarke moans as it slides past the point where Lexa’s fingers were, the toy having no give and take like her fingers did.
They both gasp as Clarke leans back, effectively causing the last half of the toy to thrust inside of her, Clarke at the feeling of fullness, Lexa at the way the base of the toy rubs against her own clit. Lexa’s hand tightens on Clarke’s hip, silently asking her to stop. Clarke looks back over her shoulder, her eyes half-lidded in pleasure.
Green eyes meet blue. Lexa’s fears slip away as she looks at the dazed blue orbs. She leans down, still fully inside of the blonde, pressing a kiss to the skin of her back that she can reach, throwing her head back to flip her hair to the side, one hand holding onto the blonde’s hip, the other lightly scratching her back.
Clarke opens her mouth, as if she’s going to say something, but inside just another groan comes out as Lexa stands back up, the toy shifting inside of her. Lexa grins, slowly moving her hips back, sliding out of the blonde about two-thirds of the way, then slowly sliding back in. Lexa’s not sure how, but Clarke arches her back even further. She takes it as a sign to go slightly faster.
Clarke moans, thankful for the pillow under her chest as her wife starts to pick up speed. Lexa groans herself, the base of the toy reminding her how turned on she is, she can feel her wetness coating the inside of her thighs as she slides in and out of Clarke.
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“Please,” Clarke whines, her hips pressing back, but the toy not lined up, instead just sliding across the bottom of her back.
“Look at you, begging like a good girl,” Lexa teases, one hand grabbing Clarke’s hip, steading her, the other lining up the toy at her puckered hole.
Lexa’s jaw drops as she watches the toy slowly slide inside.
“Fuckkk,” Clarke moans as it slides past the point where Lexa’s fingers were, the toy having no give and take like her fingers did.
They both gasp as Clarke leans back, effectively causing the last half of the toy to thrust inside of her, Clarke at the feeling of fullness, Lexa at the way the base of the toy rubs against her own clit. Lexa’s hand tightens on Clarke’s hip, silently asking her to stop. Clarke looks back over her shoulder, her eyes half-lidded in pleasure.
Green eyes meet blue. Lexa’s fears slip away as she looks at the dazed blue orbs. She leans down, still fully inside of the blonde, pressing a kiss to the skin of her back that she can reach, throwing her head back to flip her hair to the side, one hand holding onto the blonde’s hip, the other lightly scratching her back.
Clarke opens her mouth, as if she’s going to say something, but inside just another groan comes out as Lexa stands back up, the toy shifting inside of her. Lexa grins, slowly moving her hips back, sliding out of the blonde about two-thirds of the way, then slowly sliding back in. Lexa’s not sure how, but Clarke arches her back even further. She takes it as a sign to go slightly faster.
Clarke moans, thankful for the pillow under her chest as her wife starts to pick up speed. Lexa groans herself, the base of the toy reminding her how turned on she is, she can feel her wetness coating the inside of her thighs as she slides in and out of Clarke.
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Me when I'm on a writing streak: I am my best self, the muses stoke my mind like a great engine, lets see if I can blast through another five pages before bed.
Me when I'm not on a writing streak: There is sand where my words should be.
Had a revelation recently and thought it might help other people too.
There is absolutely NO shame in having a ton of projects on the go and switching between or even dropping them on a whim.
Hobbies are meant to be FUN.
You can have 20 writing projects, or knitting, or whatever your thing is, and putting them down for a bit or abandoning them is a-okay.
I personally would never think that someone who started playing a video game and then decided to play another before it was finished was a quitter, so why am I so judgemental towards myself?
Doing your hobbies in a way that brings you joy isn't selfish or weak, it's...literally the whole point of them. Go nuts!
…and I’m still shipping it and missing Lexa.
Clexa was the ship of dreams, and it was, it really was.
me: *looks for fic with extremely specific scenario that I made up*
fic: *doesn’t exist*
me:
From the lastest chapter of Screw Stardust
“So a lunch date?” Raven questions.
“I know you’re so disappointed it isn’t with you,” Clarke teases, headed to her closet.
“This Lexa better be good to you Clarke, me and O won’t have her stealing away our bestie,” Raven states, only half joking.
“The hell does that even mean Rae?” Clarke questions, throwing her shirt toward the hamper in the corner, and walking to the doorway.
Raven looks up from her spot on the bed, letting her brown eyes take in Clarke’s nude upper half, letting out a whistle and winking at her. Clarke rolls her eyes, she’s not in shape, her stomach hanging over her jeans and her chest would probably fit into an A cup not that she’s ever actually tried one on in a store or anything like that .
“I’m just saying, she’s getting one of the sweetest guys there are out there,” Raven explains.
Clarke sighs, her eyes closing as the truth in those words hits her.
“Sweetest people,” Raven says softer.
Blue eyes snap open, looking into brown. The room goes silent, not that it had noise before, but the air seems to still. It becomes suffocating to the blonde, the warmth in those brown eyes, the same as before she came out as bisexual to the brunette.
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idk if you're the right person to ask, but I'm looking for a fic. Lexa had already died, and Clarke ran away and went to some grounder to get tattoos, but then went back in time and was Costia? I don't remember much else, but I can't find it.
To be fair, I'm not really the best person to ask about fics because I always forget names and plots if I even read them 😅
That being said I am pretty sure the fic you're looking for is Depths of Love :)
Clexmas is coming!
Hey everyone! Clexmas is right around the corner and will begin on the 17th of December this year, hope you’re ready!
Clexmas is all about having all things Clexa that jingle with the holiday spirit. Reblog or send this post out to anyone you think will enjoy it! As a reminder here is how you can participate below. And our theme list for this year.
How To Participate: Fanart, fanvids, fanfics, moodboards, photo manipulations, fic recs, anything that jingles Clexa with a Christmas/Holiday theme - let’s see it!
7 Days of Clexa: This will be 7 days of Holiday/Christmas themed posts. Reblog Share Repeat!
Send out ideas/prompts to your favorite writers and artists! Don’t forget to tag! #Clexmas23 #7DaysofClexa
Dec. 17 - Day 1: Basically a Hallmark Movie Dec. 18 - Day 2: Naughty or Nice Dec. 19 - Day 3: Under the Mistletoe Dec. 20 - Day 4: Snowed In Dec. 21 - Day 5: Winter Wonderland Dec. 22 - Day 6: Spiked Eggnog Dec. 23 - Day 7: Free Day
I haven't abandoned this story. I just put it on the back burner for now. The story is just on a small vacation. It is currently out of office. It can't come to the phone right now. It just fell under my bed to sleep with the monsters. It never left my head. It is everywhere - except on paper.
