Rumi wakes in the demon world, cut off from the Honmoon. She has no idea how she got there. Surrounded by the monsters she once fought and without the power she once relied on, she needs answers… fast.
HUNTR/X had bigger problems than rival idols. Like viral myths that might kill.
The 100 clarke/lexa fics masterlist
Fix it in Post (151,319 words, completed)
Editor Lexa has a crush on actress Clarke. Little did they know their shared history will tear them apart. Clexa endgame.
Fix it in Purr-fectly (1,327 words, one-shot)
A scarred cat and a fragile pup form an unlikely bond in a shelter, waiting for someone to see their worth.
Sketches of You (109,292 words, completed)
Clarke dates Lexa, her former teacher. They fall in love.
The Commander’s Secret (75,705 words, completed)
Get a front-row seat to Lexa's thoughts, as she slowly figures out what the flame really is and how that changes everything.
Promise of More (7,911 words, one-shot for now ongoing)
They met on an app and the chemistry was instant. But meeting in person means secrets can’t stay hidden. Will the truth doom them… or spark the promise of more?
They met on an app and the chemistry was instant. But meeting in person means secrets can’t stay hidden. Will the truth doom them… or spark the promise of more?
*****
The voice was unmistakable. Clarke looked up and froze.
This wasn’t the seasoned professor she’d imagined, but someone who could have passed for one of the students around them.
“Lexa?”
The name left her before she could think. They hugged briefly. When they sat, she forced herself to meet Lexa’s bright green eyes, vivid even behind the black-rimmed glasses that framed her face. She looked twenty, maybe, barely older than her daughter Madi. Was she actually that young, or did she just have a baby face? Asking outright felt rude.
Read it here.
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Wasn't planning on participating in @wanhedasdaggerweek, but then this idea popped into my head. It always sounds better in my head, so hope this works.
Rumi wakes in the demon world, cut off from the Honmoon. She has no idea how she got there. Surrounded by the monsters she once fought and without the power she once relied on, she needs answers… fast.
HUNTR/X had bigger problems than rival idols. Like viral myths that might kill.
The 100 clarke/lexa fics masterlist
Fix it in Post (151,319 words, completed)
Editor Lexa has a crush on actress Clarke. Little did they know their shared history will tear them apart. Clexa endgame.
Fix it in Purr-fectly (1,327 words, one-shot)
A scarred cat and a fragile pup form an unlikely bond in a shelter, waiting for someone to see their worth.
Sketches of You (109,292 words, completed)
Clarke dates Lexa, her former teacher. They fall in love.
The Commander’s Secret (75,705 words, completed)
Get a front-row seat to Lexa's thoughts, as she slowly figures out what the flame really is and how that changes everything.
Promise of More (7,911 words, one-shot for now ongoing)
They met on an app and the chemistry was instant. But meeting in person means secrets can’t stay hidden. Will the truth doom them… or spark the promise of more?
They met on an app and the chemistry was instant. But meeting in person means secrets can’t stay hidden. Will the truth doom them… or spark the promise of more?
*****
The voice was unmistakable. Clarke looked up and froze.
This wasn’t the seasoned professor she’d imagined, but someone who could have passed for one of the students around them.
“Lexa?”
The name left her before she could think. They hugged briefly. When they sat, she forced herself to meet Lexa’s bright green eyes, vivid even behind the black-rimmed glasses that framed her face. She looked twenty, maybe, barely older than her daughter Madi. Was she actually that young, or did she just have a baby face? Asking outright felt rude.
Read it here.
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Wasn't planning on participating in @wanhedasdaggerweek, but then this idea popped into my head. It always sounds better in my head, so hope this works.
Just so y’all know: I can’t speak for every other fic author but I can say that I remember when people leave me kind comments. I recognize your urls and/or usernames on AO3. I remember you and sometimes in writing my fics I think to myself, “Oh, I hope this person sees this because they liked x in this other fic I did.”
Not only that—I go back and reread comments when I’m feeling low. I look at tags and reblogs and asks and wish I could hold them in my hand like a note from a friend on an old, torn piece of notebook paper.
Your comments have so much more impact than you know. So thanks to those who use the comment section to spread love and encouragement. We appreciate you.
Gotta tell you guys something wild in the Chinese fan sphere
So some fanartist drew a “sexy” (read: booby) version of a (cartoon) character who is traditionally very non-sexualised. Fans of the character got mad about it because it’s kind of groundbreaking how that character is written and portrayed and this art totally ignores the entire point of the character. They demanded the art be deleted. In response to that other people said, well what the fanartist did may be distateful but they have every right to draw what they’re into. The two sides fight for days and each starts a harassment campaign and even report their “opponents’” accounts.
So far so typical. But things eventually come to a head and they decide that this will be settled by votes - not through a poll. Through donations to a children’s education charity via each side’s portal. Whoever can get the highest amount of donation wins.
And that is how this charity received over 1 million in donations in three days lol. Oh btw the “freedom of expression” side won by a landslide (960k to 40k)
They met on an app and the chemistry was instant. But meeting in person means secrets can’t stay hidden. Will the truth doom them… or spark the promise of more?
*****
The voice was unmistakable. Clarke looked up and froze.
This wasn’t the seasoned professor she’d imagined, but someone who could have passed for one of the students around them.
“Lexa?”
The name left her before she could think. They hugged briefly. When they sat, she forced herself to meet Lexa’s bright green eyes, vivid even behind the black-rimmed glasses that framed her face. She looked twenty, maybe, barely older than her daughter Madi. Was she actually that young, or did she just have a baby face? Asking outright felt rude.
Read it here.
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Wasn't planning on participating in @wanhedasdaggerweek, but then this idea popped into my head. It always sounds better in my head, so hope this works.
there will never be anything as funny as the mutual disbelief between long form and short form fic writers about each other's style.
short form writers look at people writing 100k+ fics as though this is some sort of talent given as part of a fae bargain, that the commitment required shows some sort of ungodly mental fortitude.
meanwhile long form writers look at people writing 1000 word one shots like god I would cut off my left nipple to be able to say anything concisely. i would love to play with multiple ideas. free me from the shackles of this child I have birthed. i love them but I now must take them to t-ball and doctor's appointments and they're going to destroy everything I own.
You know, some of my favorite fics are abandoned. And yeah, I wish they weren't abandoned, but it doesn’t change the fact that I love them. I certainly don’t wish they’d never been written. Just saying, for those of us with dangling fics we guilt ourselves over. It’s still better that you wrote what you wrote.
When Rumi wakes in the demon world, cut off from the Honmoon, she has no idea how she got there. Surrounded by the monsters she once hunted and stripped of the power she relied on, she needs answers... fast.