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Send "Five Times ______ed" for a Drabble of 5 different times our characters... did that.
(based on the “five times kissed” & “five times fucked” etc. memes.)
teenaged city witches…
boiling love potions in the kettle
enchanting instruments to play their favourite pop songs
lighting a cigarette on a floating candle
going back in time to watch a tv episode they missed
hiding an owl in a ‘no pets’ apartment
dying their hair at the flick of a wrist
writing spells in starbucks
flicking between magazines and ancient tomes
asking siri where to find obscure ingredients
changing the weather to suit their moods
holding a coven at a record shop
using city lights instead of the moon and stars
oh man
astralgenius -- raven
she squeezes anya’s hand as she listens, a soft smile now blooming across her lips. it’s a surreal thought, having a home somewhere that’s just theirs and wholly removed from the chaos of their newly combined people. raven never thought she would have anything like it, let alone have anyone like the woman beside her.
“ you… ” she starts gently, stopping short as she very slowly releases anya’s hand and takes a step towards the foundation of their new home. the time and the effort it must have taken to put it together was more than she would have ever expected. raven had never doubted her partner’s feelings for her, anya had done her fair share of convincing both in and out of the bedroom, but it was all still so surreal. “ life hasn’t been… until you. ”
she turns back and glances at the other woman, the warrior that she calls her own, and pauses with her lip caught between her teeth. while overwhelmed and accosted by a myriad of emotions there was absolutely no doubt circulating raven’s thoughts. this was what she wanted, standing directly in front of it with anya had solidified that for her. “ this isn’t just for me, it’s for us. ”
“ there’s no one i’d rather be with. ” putting her emotions to words hadn’t ever been her strong suit but she tries, and will continue to try, for the trikru general that means more to her than herself. she takes a step back to anya and leans forward, into her as she quickly interlocks their fingers together once more. “ and that’s high praise. ” the words leave her mere moments before she presses their lips together, the gratitude and love that pours from her found in the curve of her lips and the swiftness of her tongue.
she finds comfort in the spaces between raven’s words, the ways words elude the brilliant woman she’s come to love. for once, the silence doesn’t sound like disappoint, or like fear. it sounds like quiet mornings with the bitter coffee skaikru prefers, and evenings spent picking through a lush garden with nothing but the sound of crickets to accompany them. for once, a breath seems like a space for a pause, a chance for grow.
she sees a future that isn’t just stuck on the sharp edge of her knife’s blade.
her arms surround her precious skai girl as they kiss, lips warm and familiar as they move together. anya will never tire of this, of the soft intimacy of knowing how raven’s breath catches between the pull of their lips, or how her pulse speeds up under her fingertips when anya leans in to press them chest to chest.
“as long as you are happy here, i am happy with you, ai niron.”
and it’s as true as can be. while anya will never feel home in a box of metal, once made to fly in the sky, she learned to find happiness in the corners of a greasy, tek-riddled workshop. she buried a piece of her heart into a woman who smells of iron and spice and even if her feet feel happiest with soil between her toes, her heart knows its place is within these arms.
“would you like the tour?”
“She was one of those girls who breathed fire when confronted but loved so gently that it made you forget she could.”
— thewriterthatnobodynoticed (via wnq-writers)
꧁poetry sentence starters꧂
from the first 70 pages of “whiskey words & a shovel” by r.h. Sin
“ you’re so used to being mistreated. ”
“ you’ve gotten so used to being hurt that happiness scares you. ”
“ who robbed you of innocence? ”
“ who was your first? ”
“ and the saddest part of all? you’ll cling to the good memories, as if there were any. ”
“ the pain will always be there. ”
“ so many people are setting the bar really low. ”
“ you get what you allow. ”
“ i was never what you wanted. ”
“ i was just the one you settled for. ”
“ you’re an experience. ”
“ meet me here. ”
“ you were never the one. ”
“ this was never love. ”
“ you were simply necessary. ”
“ i had to be hurt by you. ”
“ i hope you find what you’re looking for. ”
“ i hope you find the truth. ”
“ and that’s how they control you. ”
“ our version of living feels more like death. ”
“ i understand you. ”
“ i was forced to survive in your absence. ”
“ i was faced with the realization that I never needed you. ”
“ you’re always apologizing. ”
“ one day I’ll stop listening. ”
“ we grew apart.”
“ we stopped trying. ”
“ i’m trying to get better. ”
“ i’m trying to get better at walking away from unhealthy situations. ”
“ i struggle with the idea of anyone loving me unconditionally. ”
“ sometimes I wish you waited for me. ”
“ i got tired of going through the same shit with different people. ”
“ it’s not your fucking fault. ”
“ you can’t change a man. ”
“ the thought of being in love is blinding. ”
“ bargaining using sex. either way you get screwed. ”
“ the memories hurt the most. ”
“ sometimes i get tired of thinking about the things that i don’t want to think about. ”
“ sometimes i get so fucking tired. ”
“ tonight, you’ll be the death of me. ”
Incorrect Quotes - The 100 [5/?]
oh my god promos and verses and everyone’s shit is so fancy these days and i am old and lazy and have been on tumblr far too long to use a text generator to format my posts alkjdfslkjaslk lmao
/groans loudly i just opened my theme for the first time in what... almost two years?
i’m not making a new theme tonight i’m not i refuse
some women are l o s t in the fire; some women are b u i l t from it.
oh my god promos and verses and everyone’s shit is so fancy these days and i am old and lazy and have been on tumblr far too long to use a text generator to format my posts alkjdfslkjaslk lmao
Ranya College Tinder AU for @damnsavior 😎
Y’all can thank @astralgenius for dragging me back here so like
I’d like to get a few things started besides just plots with her 😂 hit the like button and i’ll jump in your messages?
astralgenius -- reivon
still rubbing the sleep from her eyes after their journey, raven stands quietly with a set of furrowed brows as she glances up at the small home in front of them. it takes a moment for anya’s words to register for her to realize that this was something that she built with her own two hands, something for them.
she blinks slowly, caught totally off-guard by the gesture, and her expression softens. she stood there quietly for a moment, heart swelling up within her chest, and reached out quickly for the other woman’s wrist. never had she thought that she’d ever be on the receiving end of such a gift but with her lover’s romantic streak she shouldn’t have put anything past her.
“ anya, it’s… ” her voice trails off and she continues to stare, awe found in the droop of her mouth and the glint in her eyes. “ it’s beautiful. ”
turning to anya now, raven regards her with a softness that was solely reserved for her. “ you did this for us? ” she pauses, grip sliding down to grab for anya’s hand. she’s overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness, her mind short-circuiting and entirely on display. “ a home? ”
watching raven feels like staring into the sun on the day of the eclipse. something inside her begs her to look away, to shield herself from whatever rebuttal might come. but she knows, she knows, that if she moves her eyes for even just a minute, she might miss the way those chestnut brown eyes glow golden as they grow wide in the afternoon sun. she might miss the drop of her jaw, the gasp on those familiar, kissable lips. she might miss the new moments that make her heart stutter and her belly flip and she finds that those moments are worth the worry.
she softens her hand to hold raven’s.
her palms will never be tender like some of the skaikru’s. her heart line is calloused and tough with many seasons of war, but for this girl -- this sweet, soft, beautiful woman -- anya will learn to do the impossible. she will form new callouses on a hammer and axe rather than the hilt of her blade. she will till the earth on the south side of the land and plant seeds that grow roots deep enough to make sure that their bellies never know a hungry winter’s night.
“ i did it for you, ” she says, her throat crackling over the words.
“ i know life hasn’t always been kind to you, ” she says, rounding her tongue to blunt its serrated edge. “ i want you to have a place you can always go when it becomes too much. ”
a harvest surprise for @astralgenius when she gets off work >.>
it’s not quite the reveal she’d intended ------ half of the roof still needs to be secured and tarred, the porch is nothing more than some stairs, and none of the herbs line the front of the house nor flank the walkway in the ways she’d imagined it.
but between the multiple lengthy stays at arkadia ( for both work and for... pleasure... ) and the fact that she was working here alone and in secret, well.
time had gotten away from her.
it wasn’t that she had spent it in the grueling pits of war; in fact, the coalition had never seen such a time of peace, no matter how uneasy it was. even during the most brutal training with her warriors, her fingertips still itched for the hot iron of blood, for the cold steel of her blade.
but the security of a winter and spring spent with them families wore well on her soldiers. the towns flourished with young, healthy warriors eager to put their restless strength to use building new houses, bridges, towns.
which left her here: standing next to raven in a clearing beside the river, sun just streaming through the break in the canopy of trees, with the half-finished outline of a cabin before them.
“ it’s not.... finished, “ she says, the words careful and measured on her tongue.
“ but it’s yours.” ( ours, she dares to hope. ) “ if you want it. ”
astralgenius ^_^ raven ‘lil shit’ reyes
“ so you just like to see me suffer through having to hear it then? ouch. ”
‘ you act like i’m not right there listening to it with you. i might as well start charging her rent. ‘
astralgenius -- bae-ven i mean raven
“ you don’t actually care though, do you? ”
‘ god no. i’d order them even if i hated ‘em just to see her blonde, indignant little rage. ‘
@astralgenius
‘ ------ you know, i’m still not entirely sure why clarke gets so upset when i order waffles instead of pancakes. ‘