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[leksakom]

indie COMMANDER LEXA rp account. based on THE 100 television show with an equal focus on an adapted YELLOWJACKETS verse. but adaptable to panfandom roleplay. prose-heavy & strictly 18+.

written by bucku,  she/her,  34

multi-ship,  panfandom,  oc  &  au  friendly​

memes are always up for grabs & the best way to start writing with me. i write all memes as a potential starter though you should feel no pressure about continuing. ​​

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starter call.

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i'm already coming up with upsetting yj headcanons and you can't stop me!

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#LEKSAKOM / I MAGINE  DEATH  so much it feels more like a memory. when’s it gonna get me? in my sleep? seven feet ahead of me? if i see it coming, do i  RUN  or do i  LET IT BE?

an independent commander lexa from the 100. heavily adapted for yellowjackets. loved by bucku ( who refuses to let go of the past ).

[karolinadeanminoru]

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@shelassos​ said: “ when you talk, i wonder whether you lie or tell the truth.  ” 

‘hiroshima mon amour’ writing prompts.

lexa   seldom   sports   her   surprise   on   open   features.      &      so,   even   though   the   question   stokes   a   jumping   interest   beneath   the   buckled   clasp   of   her   sash,   she   turns   toward   it   with   a   singular,   slanting   brow   to   mark   her   curiosity.      “      i   was   not   aware   i’d   given   you   cause   to   DOUBT   my   honesty,      ”         she   says   plainly   in   a   way   that   though   noncommittal   in   its   intent   begets   the   beginnings   of   a   challenge.      

[bunnieresources]

‘hiroshima mon amour’ writing prompts.

“ i saw everything. everything. “

“ you made it all up. “

“ listen… i know… i know everything. “

“ nothing. you know nothing. “

“ like you, i know what it is to forget. “

“ no, you don’t know what it is to forget. “

“ like you, i have tried with all my might not to forget. “

“ like you, i forgot. like you, i wanted to have an inconsolable memory, a memory of shadows and stone. “

“ listen to me. i know something else. it will begin all over again. “

“ chaos will prevail. “

“ i remember you. “

“ you destroy me. “

“ you’re so good for me. “

“ deform me, make me ugly. “

“ you’re like a thousand people in one. “

“ what were you dreaming about? “

“ i was looking at your hands. they move when you’re asleep. “

“ i noticed you, that’s all. “

“ when you talk, i wonder whether you lie or tell the truth. “

“ i lie. and i tell the truth. “

“ i have doubtful morals, you know. “

“ madness is like intelligence, you know. you can’t explain it. “

“ were you full of hate? “

“ i was mad with hate. all i cared about was hate. “

“ it’s all over. “

“ you give me a great desire to love. “

“ i hate to think about you leaving. i think i love you. “

“ how is it possible to bear such pain? “

“ i loved blood since i had tasted yours. “

“ i think of you, but i don’t talk about it anymore. “

“ i see my life. your death. “

“ i’m beginning to forget you. “

“ the pain, i still remember the pain a little. “

“ i remember. but one day i won’t remember it any more. not at all. nothing. “

“ look how i’m forgetting you… look how i’ve forgotten you. “

“ look at me. “

“ i was hungry. hungry for infidelity, for adultery, for lies. hungry to die. “

“ i was hungry to die. i always have been. “

“ we’re going to remain alone, my love. “

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@revyrie​ said: “I heard stories about you.”

the   smile   that   splits   her   features   does   so   without   hesitation      ;      there’s   a   wildness   that   spins   the   misting   haze   of   springtime   into   the   baby   curls   slipped   free   of   her   braid      &      a   comfort   settled   into   the   silhouette   of   a   woman   who   has   learned   both   to   LEAD      &      LOVE      with   time.      there’s   an   old   ache   that   wakes   on   mornings   like   this   when   there   is   little   more   than   grey   clouds   billowed   out   rolling   thickly   with   unspent   rain.      it   nudges   just   north   of   her   navel      ;      the   skin   is   silvery      &      stiff   down   to   the   last   notch   of   her   spin   before   she   gets   to   stretching.      

but   she   still   moves   well.      she   is   still   warm   muscle,   warm   blood   recouped   from   the   black   inkblot   on   the   furs,   a   warrior   shaped   out   of   spring   ferns      &      wintered   pines.    

“      all   rooted      IN   FACT,   i’m   sure,      ”      lexa   relates   with   the   pleasantry   of   it   all   climbing   up   to   her   cheeks,   still   ornamented   by   warpaint   even   if   there’s   no   longer   cause   to   sport   the   symbol   between   her   brows.      “      tell   me,   goufa,      ”      dazzles   the   rare   emerald   spark   glittering   in   her   gaze.         “      what   have   you   heard   about   me?      you   have   my   ear      &      i'm   curious   to   know   what   it   is   that   your   nomon   has   to   say.      ”   

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imnobodysson·:

“That’s what this is about?” Usually, Clarke is to blame in some way when he’s captive to the grounders, but his stomach sinks as he looks for any other scapegoat for his crimes. He can’t incriminate Emori. He knows how grounder justice works. He might lose a hand but she’d lose her life. Murphy panics and latches onto the only other useful information he knows. 

“If I were you, heda, I wouldn’t worry about petty theft when you’ve got bigger problems. No one’s going to miss the rat cart at the market this week. But this–this ALIE–she’s going to kill everyone. Just like last time. Look–look, just check my bag if you don’t believe me okay? They’re making chips.” He sounds crazy, Murphy knows it. How does he even start to explain artificial intelligence to a grounder?

“      that   you,   john   murphy,   are   A   THIEF?      ”      she   asks   it   with   a   hedging   hilt   of   her   brow   ;      her   temper   is   a   steady   thing   beneath   the   low   prow   of   contemplating   hovering   her   brow.      “      do   you   think   yourself   so   above   the   laws   of   this   land   that   you   are   to   avail   yourself   to   the   resources   that   others   have   FOUGHT   &      DIED   for?      ”   she   shields   her   the   flickered   annoyance   underneath   the   diplomacy   that   holds   her   accountable   for   the   living      &      breathing   for   thirteen   clans   of   mothers,   fathers,   children.         

“      there   are   no   matters   too   small   for   my   command.      you’d   do   well   to   learn   this.      ”   

“      you   may   assume   that   no   one   will   notice   they’re   missing   a   bolt   of   fabric   or   an   apple   from   their   cart,   but   small   losses   add   up.   there   is   a   village   dependent   on   the   goods   they   bring   in   from   the   market.      ”         the   monologued   practicum   in   pragmatism      &      evened   justice   comes   to   an   end   wither   a   furrow   digging   between   her   brows.      a   furtive   glance   to   the   tatters   of   his   bag   sullies.      “      chips?      ”      echoes   an   unfamiliar   word   for   this   type   of   consideration.         “      ——         what   is   the   meaning   of   this?      ”   

[nevesrook]

do you understand what you’ve done? you have 90 minutes to complete. (insp.)

i am so sorry that this took so long for me to put out – december was not kind and i had family things to do on christmas day and today was the only time i could get to a laptop. but @gunbitchalicia - i’m your secret santa and sorry that i couldn’t send you more messages like i want too but here is the graphic that i promised! – i also promised it wouldn’t be angsty – i lied. 

also big thank you to @swan-heda for putting this together!

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nofable·:

lexa becomes the soiled roots of a grand tree,     the growing bark devouring the earth below…      but clarke had always been the summer winds,   the faint dusting of air   [   she binds herself to her people,   but to very little else   –   she has been in captivation long enough to know that she can only survive when freedom surrounds her…      she knows her people feel the same,   even if their words are sometimes distorted with youth and inexperience   ].      but is is nice to view someone who lives with the world,   growing with the wildlife that struggles against this pitiful world.    THERE IS STILL SO MUCH FOR CLARKE TO LEARN   –   there is still so much for her to fear…      but in this quiet world of faux - meditation,     there is nothing but a desire to enjoy the sweet moment they had trapped themselves in,   the scar of it running deep against her ribs.        she takes her seat,  across from lexa,   legs folding towards her body.    ‘       do you know how to speak in anything but riddles?     or is this a leadership skill i haven’t heard about yet?       ’     there is an easy smile in clarke’s voice   –  maybe she is growing complacent.       ‘        you must know how i find it.    i’m not secretive.       ’

she   is   finite      ;      this   is   a   TRUTH   of   being   made   of   bone      &      tissue   no   matter   the   color   of   the   ink   fueling   her   veins.      &      so   though   clarke’s   zephyr-ed   spirit   tips   kilter   plans,   the   well-oiled   machinery   of   a   world   that   runs   on   jus   drein   jus   daun   she   is   as   evergreen   as   a   sentry   of   pines   in   the   forest   biding   their   time   for   the   moment   when   the   juniper   fades.      she   knows   how   to   make   it   through   a   cruel   winter   just   as   well   as   how   to   weather   the   high-sunned   afternoons   in   july.      “      it’s   called   diplomacy,   clarke,      ”      hugs   the   corners   of   her   barely-bidden   smile.      though   the   musing   bend   of   her   lips   is   restrained,   it   manages   to   make   its   way   up   to   charm   the   wealth   of   fern   in   her   gaze   with   a   summery   gold   flirtation.         “      it   will   come   to   you   in   time.      i’ve   found   that   sometimes   stating   your   intention   does   not   get   you   to   the   end   goal.      ”      

(      but,   lexa   is   human   no   matter   how   bandied      &      flexible   she   is   to   make   her   way   through   the   endless   battlement   of   seasons      &      clans.      &      so   when   it   comes   to   clarke,   she   bends   toward   the   easier   response,   the   one   that   makes   her   realize   there   is   still   green   in   the   center   of   her   limbs      ;      she   is   a   young   woman   still.      )      

“      perhaps   i’d   like   to   hear   it   from   you,      ”   lexa   posits,   all   the   steady   calm      &      contemplation   slipping   away   in   favor   of   an   earnest   inquest.      the   rounding   edges   of   her   mouth   tip   wry.         “      surely   your   people   have   this   custom   of   conversation.      ”      

[forestwlwthings]

You rip out handfuls of grass and shower our bare legs in the leaves. The work leaves green stains on your hands.

[leksakom]

alloi:

❝      dead   zone.      ❞      it   is   a   macabre   echo,      a   confirmation   of   the   name   that   imparts   such   a   sense   of   cheer   within   her   that   she   can   hardly   wait   to   traverse   it.      ❝      i’m   sure   it’s   lots   of   fun.      ❞      aloy   is   only   disarmed   in   sentiment   when   she   sees   the   same   from   the   other   woman,      a   sort   of   stalemate   that   can   only   be   attributed   to   the   whittling   of   the   woman’s   resolve   over   aloy’s   obvious   ignorance.      she   is   not   a   threat,      she   cares   little   for   the   rise   and   fall   of   the   tribes   in   this   land      …      in   this   time      ;      should   she   fail   none   of   it   would   matter.

honestly   contains   the   best   policy   in   affairs   such   as   this   where   might   is   questioned   and   means   are   to   remain   hidden      -      a   lie   would   be   more   believable   than   what   aloy   has   to   provide.

❝      i’m   from   the   future.      about      …      a   thousand   years   or   so      ?      the   world   ends.      ❞      aloy   doesn’t   impress   upon   the   how   or   the   why      -      there   is   only   one   answer   that   suffices   the   common   understanding   and   the   rest   is   ire.      ❝      which   is   why   i   can’t   really   afford   to   care   about   what’s   going   on   here   because      …      if   i   don’t   figure   this   out   it   won’t   matter   anyways.      ❞

this is not the first apocalyptic portent  ;  that lives all around them in rubbled buildings  &  distorted version of creatures, in a language cobbled together out of CODE WORDS  over a radio.    “  you’re from the future,  ”   she echoes all the same, puzzling it out in a stoic scrutiny that studies attire that seems to fit within this time, within this place.   

this is a universe where people fall from the sky like shooting stars  &  bring ruin along with them.  

“   you say the world will come to an end,  ”  lexa starts to draw ahead of @grievences​ in long-pulled steps that disrupt the bedding of leaves crumbled underfoot on their journey.  the sun is their guide from its homing space high over the canopy of brambled branches  &  canopied foliage.  her palm remains settled over the hilt of her sheathed blade should she need it.  “  &  yet you’re here in my time.  ”   

“  you may not care for the politics of my people.  ”  peril toward the people of polis  &  its surrounding areas has her attention.  “  but if you wish to make it through unharmed, you must understand it.  ”  her horse hoofs at the detritus with a blustered when they meet him.  she strokes a hand down his mane, brow carving upward.  “  -----  ride with me  ;  tell me your story along the way.  ” 

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ofrevival·:

it’s  noisy,     loud,     nearly  impossible  to  hold  on  to  multiple  lines  of  coherent  thoughts,     and  jason  suspects  it  to  simultaneously  be  one  of  the  most  peaceful  places  in  the  city.     there’s  a  certain  cohesion  to  the  disorder,     chaotic  as  it  might  be,     as  he  imagines  to  be  more  reminiscent  of  people  who  actually …   got  along.     not  perfectly,     but  perseverance  was  the  key.     traces  of  it  conjure  old  ideas  and  older  memories,     but  nothing  quite  parallel  to  the  energy  here.

jason  clinks  the  surface  of  a  fingernail  against  his  glass,     amusement  the  whisper  of  a  laugh  behind  closed  lips.          “ that  would  require  actually  eating  dinner  in  the  same  room, ”          is  what  he  offers  over  quirked  grin,          “ which  hasn’t  happened  for  awhile.     they’re  uh,     a  little  judgmental.     kinda  stuck  in  their  ways.     so  i  tend  to  avoid  ‘em  when  i  can. ”

“      they   sound   charming,      ”      is   the   dry   observation   that   lexa   offers   in   that   moment.      

A   CLATTERING   BANG   shatters   the   solemn   moment   between   them.      a   slew   of   curse   words   paired   with   what   sounds   like   a   spoon   clashing   metal      &      dishes   clanking   irritably   tells   her   that   anya   is   at   the   helm.      a   low,   gravel   growl   resounds   gustus’   begrudging   disagreement   with   whatever   spurred   the   outrage.      

lexa’s   arched   brow   marries   up   with   its   mate   before   she   exhales   a   long-suffering   sight.         “      though   i   know   how   that   goes.      they   think   want   the   BEST   for   you   but   it’s   sometimes   difficult   to   see   it   from   their   perspective.      ”      her   chin   still   balances   on   her   knuckles   so   that   she   can   study   his   reaction   for   any   timbre   of   longing   for   somewhere   else   to   go.         “      you’ll   find   there   is   no   shortage   of   camaraderie   here.      though   i   recommend   sitting   two   down   from   anya   if   you’d   like   to   keep   your   fingers.      ”   

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ibecomedeath·:

there   are   pieces   of   her   soul   that   she’ll   never   get   back,   but   as   a   wet   snowflake   lands   on   her   nose      clarke starts to grow new ones in their wake.      the   deep,   misty   woods   provide   her   the   solace   of   privacy   with   the   one   person   she   trusts   enough   to   share   it   with.      clarke   spares   lexa   a   quick   glance   as   she   sweeps   under   the   cloak,   but   soon   enough   her   gaze   returns   to   the   slow   flakes   in   the   sky.            ❝        we should get that tarp for your room in polis,        ❞            she   reminds.      clarke,   the   terminal   workaholic,   never   dawdles   for   long.            ❝        patch   up   the   balcony   door   panels   before   it   gets   colder …        ❞

as   the   flurries   settle   crystalline      &      glittered   silvery   between   the   fawning   furl   of   clarke’s   lashes,   lexa   BLINKS   against   a   host   of   them   on   her   own.      there   is   nothing   but   nature   all   around   them.      the   cool-crisp   blanket   of   white   coating   the   mossy   greens      &      wrapping   itself   around   the   spiny   treetops   like   a   cloak   of   its   own   is   such   a   stark   contrast   to   clarke,   who   is   a   season   all   to   herself   in   a   dash   of   red      &      bright   blue   eyes.         “      i   can   handle   a   little   cold.      ”      there’s   an   uncharacteristic   mirth   hugging   at   the   purse   of   her   lips      (      maybe   it’s   born   of   all   the   wonderment   or   of   the   close   warmth   huddling   near   her   shoulder      ).      “      but   perhaps   if   you’ll   be   a   frequent   visitor   i   can   take   that   under   consideration.      you   should   be   comfortable   during   your   stay.      ”   

[artseamoni]

The Solar Storm

an edit of this artwork, I made on a request. :) (s6)

[leksakom]

fightear·: 

distrust has been a plague to those from the sky and the ground.  the toll of unnecessary deaths continues to rise, no matter which side of the argument a person stands.   “doesn’t it though? isn’t that what you did to clarke?”   it was the one time peyton felt any sense of compassion for the other.  she put her faith in the wrong person.   “you haven’t given me a reason to understand you yet, other than the common desire to protect. but i’m not on that list for you and you’re not on that list for me. so where do we start?”   the blonde takes a step in, cautious but willing.   “where would you start?”

“      clarke   understands   that   decisions   must   be   made.      ”         she   is   so   used   to   facing   the   wrathful   bolt   of   vengeance,   of   BLISTERED   BETRAYAL   that   she   is   able   to   meet   it   with   a   solid,   steady   acknowledgment.      the   bow   of   her   nod   lists   downward,   all   solemnity   culling   her   calm.      “      &      that   not   all   of   them   are   easy.      the   world   does   not   exist   in   black      &      white.      ”   

if   it   did,   the   bitter-acrid   flavor   of   grief   for   loss   of   both   individuals      (      costia,   gustus      )      &      the   myriad   members   of   her   clans      (      the   300   murdered   in   rapturous   flame,   the   SLAUGHTERED   PEOPLE   whose   blood   will   sully   the   fields   for   months   yet   to   come      )      would   be   a   deciding   factor   enough.      instead,   lexa   nudges   the   chess   piece   forward   for   consideration      ----      there   are   times   when   pawns   curry   more   power   than   queens,   when   a   sacrifice   begets   a   larger   victory      ----      in   the   proposal   she   sets   forth.      

“      sometimes   a   common   goal   is   the   only   thing   you   need   to   start   a   powerful   alliance,   ”      insinuates   a   gentle   suggestion   rounding   her   brow.      “      we   should   start   there      &      see   where   it   takes   us.      trust   must   be   earned      ;      i   am   well   acquainted.      ”