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@graunblida
𝑺𝑶𝑷 𝑳𝑼𝑲𝑶𝑻𝑺! This is an independent, private and selective blog for Leksa kom Trikru from the 100, written by Saige. Portrayal is both show and headcanon based, as well as very canon divergent ( divergency overview here ). Mutuals only with fluctuating activity. Discord is available on request for mutuals.
Affiliates: @percentstardust, @maggicktouched
Exclusives: @liftedrelics ( murphy )
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if anyone wants to do shorter dash stuff, lexa's shorsey, band, star wars and demi god verses are particularly loud
@deficd said: ❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜ (( agonia, star wars verse ))
Lexa would be lying if she said a part of her wasn't a little bit thrilled to see the dark sider. Every fight the two shared was a test of will as much as strength. Skill and technique refined with each confrontation - which is why the warrior is so eager to face the inquisitor. If she survives this reunion, dreams of defeating the Empire inch ever closer.
She abandons her cover, stepping out from the shadows and into the dim moonlight. " Well...You are the one that got away- " Fingers hover over one saber hilt before a surge of arctic blue crackles, forming a blade. She can almost hear old teachers chastising the speed in which she resorts to combat. But immediate action is the only way to handle an opponent as dangerous and POWERFUL as the woman before her.
going back to the drawing board with lexa's the boys verse since radiation super powers are already a thing(tm) 🤔 where are the my hero writers when you need them lol
*influencer vc* come hang out with me while i try not to crash out during my layover!
SHE'S LAUGHING , BUT THAT'S NOT RARE . moxie's life is infinitely more fortunate than any victor's . really , she's faced more privilege than most in the capitol . to be living a life not chased down by debtors or marked with famine masqueraded as dieting is a gift . it all grants her a lackadaisical air that carries her through life as if on a cloud , feet never once touching the ground . maybe that's why lexa likes her , that refusal to even think of the bad times . who is she if not an assurance that all is well in the world ? well , at least her world .
the smirk that accompanies her giggling is playful , doused in something more peaceful than most would ever dream up . ❝ you do that . i know who i am , ❞ maxima's chin tilts up with another laugh , lighter this time . ❝ what's wrong with a little masochism in search of something grander ? ❞ she posits , drink lifted to her lips . she gives it a little swirl before sipping , a habit picked up from some sommelier she saw for a few weeks years ago . if it affects the drink , she doesn't know .
lexa knows the statement is not an invitation for the question she is about to pose, but she can't help but ask it anyway. " okay then. who are you? " the victor knows little about her paramour outside what she had gathered the first few instances they had crossed paths. she's a designer, an artist and a socialite. but that isn't all. despite the whimsy and carefree attitude, there's something CALCULATING under the surface. there's a part of her that's certain she will never know the real maxima tune. a shame, but perhaps the version she knows now is enough.
she wants to believe that at her core moxie is unlike the others in the capitol. that she's grounded and real. the type of person lexa would have sought out on her own and not through the influence of other victors and members of the ruling district. but would it change anything if the stylist turned out to be just as shallow and self-serving as the rest? doubtful. the former tribute would still wind up at the other's doorstep year after year. the sex is good - makes for an even better distraction. why mess with what isn't broken?
she retrieves her glass from the end table beside the couch. " nothing at all. though, i suppose it would depend on what it is you were searching for. " response is punctuated with a lengthy sip.
@deficd lexa & band countering with something along the lines of this
THERE IS NO RULE AGAINST WOMEN ON THE ISLAND . peace and kindness still need to come with a little distrust or the greedy will be ready and willing to take advantage of the kindness. DIANA'S SHIELD IS ON HER BACK . her sword in her hand, but it's resting by her side. she takes a few steps to the side to see the stranger better. HER LIPS ARE PURSED, FEATURES COMPLETELY NEUTRAL . her armor glints in the sun.
"do you have a name?" diana chooses to ignore the sarcastic remark. RESORT GETAWAY IS A COMPLETE INJUSTICE TO THEMYSCIRA . an afterlife for some, an otherwise fully functioning society that does not need money or barely even trade. THEY COOK, CLEAN, AND CARE FOR EACH OTHER . off their own land where nobody truly benefits more than another based on profit or income. themyscira still did lean on a matriarchy for authority though, so that authority is simply contained and shown in themyscira's royal and massive hall.
lexa remains frozen in place as the themysciran studies her. the question rings heavy in ears as she weighs her options. she can lie. give an alias of some sort, or avoid the inquiry altogether. but the hero is in possession of a weapon capable of COMPELLING the truth from an individual. it's rumored that once ensnared, it is nigh impossible to break from or conceal anything from the wielder.
the vigilante lets out a quick puff of dry air. it's funny how secret identities always find a way to reveal themselves. " lexa, " she offers reluctantly. emerald eyes are trained on the demi-god's sword at the ready. it isn't ideal, but she'd rather get in the good graces of the justice leaguer rather than invoke her WRATH. as much as she loves the fight, that is a battle lexa will not win. even so, she digs her feet into the sand, attempting a firm grip on the terrain below in case she has to stand her ground. " i have no quarrel with you or the people on this island, " she pleads her case again. " i just need passage back to the mainland. "
"Then we take my van and head on up. My baby was made for long trips. I even put in a cooler and some pillows and shit. It will be fantastic for a road trip to Indianapolis." Eddie tells her with a smile. He would have done that even if she hadn't brought up the point. He didn't mind driving... granted not everyone loved his driving. It was chaotic and maybe too fast sometime. He would try to slow that down and be a decent driver for poor Lexa's sake.
"I'll probably just skip for the day but no one gives a shit if I do that. It's basically expected for me at this point." Eddie says before he gives back the tickets. It's best he doesn't look after them he'd probably lose them. "What do I owe you? I'm taking some stuff over to IU so I should actually have some cash pretty soon."
" Hey.. " She gently interjects, a concerned expression now coloring her features. It's true others expect little from him. hell, sometimes it seems like the whole town has it out for Eddie. It isn't fair. Since Lexa's gotten to know him, she's become one of the lucky few to see what a unique and fiercely LOYAL person he is under the barbs and bravado. It's a shame that others have already made their minds up about him. " Fuck it. You want to skip? Skip. You can get the cooler stocked up. " Half the fun is the journey, and Lexa can't wait to cruise the interstate in the infamous van.
She had stashed away some cash she'd earned from her summer job in anticipation of this event. Maiden's tour dates were announced at the beginning of the fall semester and once Indianapolis had a confirmed date, Lexa had waited outside their local record shop hours before they even opened (because hawkins has such a roaring metal community ) just to ensure they wouldn't sell out. Once the tickets are returned, she stores them in her jeans pocket. " How bout you get me a tour shirt and we'll call it even? "
heading out with the homies in a bit but down for plotting and/or screaming into the void. y'all know here to find me 😎
@graunblida mackenzie and lexa
❝ you need to relax. ❞ the blonde grins as she turns around, holding out a cocktail of her own making. three different types of alcohol, but you’d never taste it. it tastes like a strawberry banana smoothie, something that had required a lot of trial and error to perfect. after all, she wasn’t a bartender. she was a spoiled rich girl living off of daddy’s money and her own income from all of the subscribers of her onlyfans account. people pay a lot of money to see the things she does. ❝ have you never been in a mansion before? you look so uncomfortable as if you don’t belong. i can assure you, you belong. anyone that i invite belongs. ❞ she only ever invites the people she intends to sleep with, mind you, but that meant they belonged right?
lexa doesn't think she's ever set foot in a home ( it actually feels more like an estate ) that has this many rooms. to be honest, the expansiveness is a tad UNSETTLING. all this space for one individual. lexa enjoys peace and quiet as much as the next person, but here the silence seems like it would be deafening. but, to each their own. she accepts the drink, though straight whisky or bourbon is more her speed. never hurts to be open.
" mmm maybe i'm just trying to figure you out, " she responds over the rim of her glass. the aroma is sweet and inviting, not unlike her host. " i mean, how do i know you're not gonna lock me up in your basement or hunt me for sport? " eyebrow is raised for effect. mackenzie is rich, but she doesn't give off psychopath vibes that many of the wealthy and elite do. though it certainly wouldn't be the first time a pretty woman has successfully disarmed her. the brunette does get the feeling mackenzie has some sort of agenda for inviting her, she just hopes it isn't a pyramid scheme.
"Oh, they'd let me watch Spongebob, as long as I completed a WORKSHEET about how cartoons warp children's minds afterward." In their world, children were prime targets for psychological manipulation. That turned out to be TRUE, but not in the way they had tried to convince her. "They even thought VeggieTales was suspect, if you can believe it."
Though Haven can't say she's gone toe to toe with a demon, she's seen her fair share of evil, human and otherwise. "That's gotta be rough." She KNOWS what it's like, more than she needs to say. "Some of us just can't catch a fuckin' break, huh?" Haven's hand dives back into the sudsy ABYSS of the sink to find the drain plug now that the all the dishes had been scrubbed clean. It makes a gurgling noise when she pulls it and lets the water out.
"Same as MOST people, for a majority of the time. Work, eat, party, sleep. Take edibles and watch nature documentaries over a bucket of ice cream. Y'know, normal people stuff." This itinerary, of course, does not account for all the time she's spent REFINING and applying her skill. "Teleporting takes a lot of practice if you don't want to end up MAIMING yourself or someone else, actually. So, uh, a lot of that too."
" That's diabolical. " Lexa's known strict and religious families with some interesting rules, but this household sounded especially BIZARRE. Eyes widen at the Veggie Tale's comment. " Oh so you're talking hardcore Evangelical...fundamentalist huh? " She doesn't mean to sound judgmental, but it's hard not to let some personal feelings slip regarding movements with a track record of spreading hate and fear instead of unity and kindness.
She leans back, palms drumming against the counter edge. " It's okay, I went to a lot of therapy. Like three whole sessions. So I've got to be fine now, right? " She throws an impish grin Haven's way. In actuality, Lexa has not gone to a single therapist. How could she vent to a shrink about ghosts, demons and werewolves and expect to be taken seriously? The supernatural did not make itself known to humans purposely, and her parents were of the belief it was best kept that way.
Lexa nods as Haven rattles off what she does in her free time. It's not too surprising to discover they share similar interests. Maybe that's why it's so easy talking to the other. " You don't say. I also eat edibles and watch nature documentaries. I do that stone cold sober too. " Her friends tease her about it mercilessly, but nerds are in and they're all just haters. Haven's teleportation seems FASCINATING, though with a potential for danger. " I've always wondered how that would work. Do you have to...visualize something? Or is it a physical manipulation? "
@sunwalks said: ❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜ from clarke ! :D
the commander's lips curl into an amused smile behind the pages of her book. emerald eyes roam the parchment a little linger before lowering the reading material. she sees clarke looking at her expectantly and at first simply stares back at the other.
eventually, leksa straightens out on the couch and raises her chin. " i thought you were still cross with me..." the warrior has learned the hard way it's not a good idea to kiss an angry woman before grievances have been AIRED. now that time has allowed them to cool off from their previous argument, leksa senses the blonde would be open to affection should she offer an olive branch. and gods she wants more than just to kiss.
i am once again asking for more gal pals for this fuckass lesbian ehuehue
@deficd said: no offense, but if you're the last to know, that's on you. (( vera in her music verse! ))
Lexa's used to working with DIFFICULT people ( it takes one to know one, quite honestly ). Engineering and producing taught her techniques to manage big personalities under one roof. In their industry, creative differences are usually the culprit for falling-outs and in-fighting, so keeping the peace is usually a priority. But then there's petty shit like this.
If looks could kill, the other performer would burst into flames matching the FEROCITY in the guitarists's gaze. What Lexa really needs in this moment is to take a deep breath and maybe grab a drink. But instead of walking away, she stands her ground against the other musician. " Let me get this right. So not only is our tour being hi-jacked- " When the contract was originally drawn up, it was understood that T R I K R U would be headlining. The band had agreed to co-headline with Vera's act for a few shows since their schedules lined up along the way. Now they were being told the other band would be joining them for over half of their tour run.
" You're not going to take any responsibility for dropping this on us at the zero hour? " They would be on the road in just a few days - hardly any time to renegotiate. " This is incredibly unprofessional. What the hell are you playing at? " The bands' managers and event coordinators are really the ones in the doghouse, but Lexa's anger needs a target - and who better than an artist that gets under her skin?
"you're staring." there's a heavy pause as anya finishes filling out the page that she was focused on, double checking only briefly that she's not messed up the numbers, before allowing her gaze to lift and rest on the younger woman. while it's not necessarily unusual for lexa to visit the bar, it is quite unusual for it to be just after eight in the morning when the visiting happens, which leads to the suspicion that a favor is about to be asked. "why are you staring while i'm trying to finish up payroll for the week?" it was, hands down, her least favorite part about owning her own bar --- but she was too stubborn to hire anyone else to do it.
starter call for @graunblida!
it would be hours before the bar was actually open to patrons, but that didn't stop lexa from coming to harass visit her favorite small business owner. if she had to guess, the older woman would either be knee deep in paperwork, or in the midst of a project she really should have hired someone else to do for her. but lexa couldn't fault her for wanting to get things done. STUBBORNNESS was a fault the two did share after all.
" mhm, " she agreed, not breaking her gaze. it drove anya crazy, but lexa wanted to ensure she had the other woman's attention before starting her pitch. she had woken up to a message from an event coordinator, informing her the venue they had secured for her band ( weeks ago ) had fallen through. normally, they would move forward and start pursuing other options, but there was a problem; their show had been set for that evening. they had made flyers and various posts on social media which had even garnered some buzz in the local metal community. finding a new place to perform on such short notice would take a miracle. unless....
" have you ever considered hosting live music here? "
@sunwalks said: ❛ i’m not jealous. ❜ from sansa huehue
it's amusing seeing the other like this. curt, huffy, blushing. leksa hadn't intended to pursue the matter, but since sansa had become visibly FLUSTERED, it was an opportunity the warrior could not pass up. " my lady, i never implied that you were. " not entirely the truth, though she did not say it so much in words rather than facial expressions.
several days prior, winterfell welcomed more allies of the starks, hoping to band together against the threat from beyond the wall. it was during this time that leksa happened to catch the attention of another striking noble woman from a different house. the two seemed to get along well enough, even accompanying one another on morning walks across the grounds ( as was leksa's previous routine with a certain redhead ). friendship is the only thing the warrior desires from this new connection - her heart already BELONGING to another. sansa would do well to remember this. still, the brunette can be prone to a bit of an impish streak, hence the little back and forth currently ensuing.
" are you feeling quite alright? " she eludes to the subtle flush in porcelain cheeks.
