𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙵 𝙰𝙶𝙾𝙽𝚈

ind. canon divergent commander lexa.written by paula.

The Lion King: Sentence Starters

❛   Life’s not fair, is it?  ❜ ❛   And you.. shall never see the light of another day.  ❜ ❛   Oh, I shall practice my curtsy.  ❜ ❛   I’m afraid I’m at the shallow end of the gene pool.  ❜ ❛   Don’t turn your back on me.  ❜ ❛   I wouldn’t dream of challenging you.  ❜ ❛   There’s one in every family. Two in mine, actually.  ❜ ❛   He’d make a very handsome throw rug.  ❜ ❛   And just think, whenever he gets dirty you can take him out and beat him.  ❜ ❛   Let an old pro show you how it’s done.  ❜ ❛   This is so humiliating.  ❜ ❛   I despise guessing games.  ❜ ❛   Oh, goodie.  ❜ ❛   Yes, well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, you know.  ❜ ❛   Well, I suppose you’d have found out sooner or later, you being so clever and all.  ❜ ❛   I’m kind'of in the middle of a bath.  ❜ ❛   One day, you two are going to be married.  ❜ ❛   With an attitude like that, I’m afraid you’re shaping up to be a pretty pathetic king/queen indeed.  ❜ ❛   Right now, we are all in very real danger.  ❜ ❛   Danger? Hah! I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger.  ❜ ❛   Do you know what we do to kings who step out of their kingdom?  ❜ ❛   Hey, did we order this dinner to go? .. ‘Cause there it goes.  ❜ ❛   Why don’t you pick on somebody your own size?  ❜ ❛   I thought you were very brave.  ❜ ❛   You could have been killed.  ❜ ❛   I’m only brave when I have to be.  ❜ ❛   I thought I might lose you.  ❜ ❛   No wonder we’re dangling at the bottom of the food chain!  ❜ ❛   Oh, it’s just you. I was afraid it was somebody important.  ❜ ❛   I just hear that name and I shudder.  ❜ ❛   I’m surrounded by idiots.  ❜ ❛   Who needs a king/queen?  ❜ ❛   If you tell me, I’ll still act surprised.  ❜ ❛   You are such a naughty boy.  ❜ ❛   Long live the king/queen.  ❜ ❛   You know, having a lion around might not be such a bad idea.  ❜ ❛   Amateur. Lie down before you hurt yourself.  ❜ ❛   When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world.  ❜ ❛   If you live with us, you’re gonna have to eat like us.  ❜ ❛   You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us?  ❜ ❛   Oh, do lighten up.  ❜ ❛   Why am I not loved?  ❜ ❛   Your timing couldn’t have been more perfect.  ❜ ❛   Then you have sentenced us to death.  ❜ ❛   Let me get this straight. You know her, she knows you, but she wants to eat him, and everybody’s okay with this?  ❜ ❛   I really missed you.  ❜ ❛   You know, you’re starting to sound like my father/mother.  ❜ ❛   You think you can just show up and tell me how to live my life?  ❜ ❛   Would you stop following me? Who are you?  ❜ ❛   I’m not the one who’s confused. You don’t even know who you are!  ❜ ❛   The past can hurt, but from the way I see it, you can either run from it or learn from it.  ❜ ❛   Remember who you are.  ❜ ❛   Carnivores, ugh!  ❜ ❛   This is my kingdom. If I don’t fight for it, who will?  ❜ ❛   What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula?  ❜ ❛   If it weren’t for you he/she would still be alive. It’s your fault he/she’s dead.  ❜ ❛   You don’t deserve to live!  ❜

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▐┊GRIFFIN.

@noximperator [sandy cheeks voice] cHRISTMAAAAAS

IT WAS AN INNOCENT SMILE that crept onto the blonde’s face as she regarded the snow now splattered all over lexa’s clothes. “ did someone actually manage to hit you with a snowball, woods? i’m SHOCKED. “ like it wasn’t totally her doing. 

There’s an unhappy pout on Lexa’s lips as she wipes off the excess of snow on her jacket, snow which managed to find its way inside — oh nice, she thinks shivering. Green eye rise up and narrow at the blonde, seeing right through that innocence.

      “ Yeah, some jerk. ” She says, the corner of her lips twitching up in a smirk “ Did you see who could have done it? I would like revenge. ”

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▐┊UNKNOWN.

     going from dead asleep to wide awake like flipping a switch, it’s no wonder she finds herself both barefoot, coat-less & still in her nightgown in the middle of the night ; shotgun in one hand & lantern in the other. the horses quiet their braying but the dogs still pace at the bottom of the ladder that lead up to the loft. it’s their barking that had woken her up. usually a commotion in the barn meant coyotes or a fox, & it wouldn’t be the first time she’d had to scare them off the property.       but coyotes didn’t climb, & there’s no mistaking the dogs had corenered something on the second level. a mountain lion, perhaps? a trail of spattered blood leads the way, the confused cowgirl following after until she stands just below the loft. “ ‘lo? “ she calls, hand out to silence the dogs. they hush, sitting & waiting for further command. 

     a shuffling noise responds to her greeting, & valentine starts up the ladder one step at a time until she can peer over the floorboards. nothing she can see. whatever it was was hurt, though. daring to set down the shotgun, propping it safely out of harms way, she takes the lantern & starts up the ladder again. the warm glow of the fire spills over the floor & she can see a shadow move just out of sight. 

     “ come on out now, i ain’t gunna hurt ya. “ she weaves past the bales of hay, nearly jumping out of her skin when she about trips over something. a leg? turning around, she raises the lantern to shed light on the …

     “ what n’ sam heck are y’ doin’ out here? “ 

     green eyes fall upon the smear of blood on the woman’s shirt, “ oh, – “ it looked bad. valentine offers a hand to help her up. “ we need t’ get ya inside so i can patch that up. can y’ walk? “

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Lexa can’t do much but ask herself how the hell she end up, slowly bleeding out through a gunshot to her gut in an old barn as she waits for some kind of — help? She’s sure that won’t come, her partners must be miles away by now, she never believed much in God Almighty that mother made her sing to every damn Sunday until she ran off after being caught with the preacher’s daughter.  

Oh, mother had warned her that she would end up like this, mother knew — mother will know she’s dead when her monthly letter doesn’t arrive, maybe mother will weep and pray for her dammed soul or maybe, maybe she’s already over her lost daughter and will just shake her head and go back to her teachings.

Cold is settling on her bones making them rattle so the end must near, or maybe it’s the adrenaline finally dying off — the woman dares one look down to her bloodied shirt and even further, raising her shirt to see the wound that pulses showing she’s still pretty much alive. 

The dogs’ barks make her shoot up with alert — she groans in pain and fumbles around until she finds her most trustable companion, a very very big and sharp blade, pulls it close and waits. Lexa is against killing innocents, but when it comes to survival… now is no time for mercy.  Kill or be killed. She closes her eyes tight and waits, prays for the spirits and waits.

She hears a voice followed for the creaking of the stairs, the warm glow of a lantern, the noises are coming closer, her head thumps softly against the wood, hands clutches the knife’s handle tighter and she prepares the attack. The adrenaline is building up again, numbing the pain and she’s about to lunge when she sees the face of the owner illuminated by the golden light of the lantern.

‘ ye've always been too weak fer a pretty face, lass ’ she hears salty sea-dog fo an uncle’s  voice in her head, almost can hear his loud laughter as she stares wide eyed at the angel in front of her, carrying a lamp and a shotgun.

Heaven is nothing like mother told.

     “ Did I die? ”

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so lexa’s parents

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HOGWARTS HOUSE SORTING

Gryffindor: 62%

Hufflepuff: 68%

Ravenclaw: 75%

Slytherin: 78%

Tagged by: @mcbiisms​

Tagging: @trueheda​ @mybcst​ @daddyrcsurgence​ @deathhunts​ @sunbruise​

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me: do the drafts me @ me: make another theme

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quick reminder that this blog is not dead, alright — 

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[17:47:07] christmas bat: should i watch or nah [17:47:18] ALEX DANVERS (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧*:・ﾟ✧: nah it's dumb af so [17:49:48] christmas bat: you took too long i watched [17:50:26] ALEX DANVERS (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧*:・ﾟ✧: the fuck do you mean I took too long tHAT WAS LITERALLY ELEVEN SECONDS BETWEEN MESSAGES [17:50:38] christmas bat: TOO LONG

lack of chill feat. @inscreamingcolcr

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me: [ smol distress sound ] @inscreamingcolcr: i’ll fight it

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I WAS IN THE LIVING ROOM WITH DAD, INNOCENTLY SCROLLING THROUGH CHANNELS AND THEN I SAW THE FLOPDRED PLAYING AND WENT TO SEE WHICH EPISODE IT WAS AND SAW '3.07 THIRTEEN' I LITERALLY SAID 'NOPE', GOT UP AND OUT THE LIVING ROOM IN HALF SEC

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▐┊CLERIC RENORA.

     the open cathedral sprawls in elaborate maze of angelic statuettes & rows of pews left unoccupied save the straggling sinner come to seek their blessing like starved dogs sniffing for scraps. they wail their desires into the silence, each prayer swallowed by the massive space that is the church. echoing away until there is nothing left but hollow fulfillment. it’s when the candles flicker low, their wax nearly spent & the night creeps in that the church finally sits empty save for it’s keeper. 

     but tonight one such late-comer slips between the doorways no more than a shadow, & despite the silver & gold of heavy armor, makes hardly a noise against the barren stone. the church organs weep softly, muffled by stagnant air but it rings clearly & beautifully. on the bench sits the cleric, fingers dancing over the keys like remembering the steps to a favorite dance ; yet as the figure approaches, the music slows but does not stop. 

     “ it is late in the night, child. “ she speaks & perhaps it would alarm few in the femininity that was her voice. how unorthodox to entertain a female cleric in the house of god. the next verse of the song comes & goes before she utters another word. “ do you come seeking forgiveness? “

     a rhetorical question for most but she dares ask it, & expects similar answer to those who have come before. yet when she’s met by silence the woman finishes the song & drops her hands to her lap, dusting herself as she pushes away from the instrument to turn & peer at the – woman in her presence.

     her mouth falls into a pleasantly surprised ‘oh’ of recognition, then the smile that curves at her lips is far too sinful for the robes she dons. “ knight lexa, “ she greets, stepping down from behind the altar to peer over her with a gaze that is far too knowing. “ i’m humbled by your presence, captain. is there something i can help you with? “

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It’s a cold night, as it is expected with the approach of winter, but it is enough to keep people inside their homes and near of the fire, the streets are clean if not a few zealous shop owners readying their stock and vagabonds lying on the curb after a night of drinking — the latter raise their head in curiosity while others offer a respectful nod to the knight in full armor glory on top of a black warhorse, weary from the recent battles on the north. Lexa return the nods and is kind enough to restrain her horse from stepping on the men lying on the curb.  

As she steps into the cathedral that is the pride and joy of their city, she swears inside the walls of the temple it’s even colder than outside. Lexa takes off her helmet and holds it under her arm as she takes a moment to breathe in the scent of dust and burning candles, to appreciate the intricate architecture and the beauty of the stained glass — the organ music reach her ears, letting her know she’s not alone in there and so she lets herself be lured to it. 

The knight approaches silently despise her heavy armor and post herself a few steps back from the cleric expertly pressing the ivory tabs of the organ — she tilts her chin up to observe the beautifully complex mechanism of the instrument, letting the deep notes vibrate through her to calm her soul only if a slightest bit. 

She waits politely for the end of the song to direct her attention to the cleric’s questions — Lexa offers a small dip of her chin as greeting and soft smile to the older woman before answering.

        “ Forgive me for coming in such inconvenient hour, Mother Renora. I have just arrived from travel and I had to oversee my men’s return. ” Lexa explains sheepishly, green eyes darting to the floor and then back up to meet the intense gaze of the cleric woman. “ Oh… It’s commander now. I was given a new title after our last victory. ” The knight corrects softly — Lexa herself is still getting used to her new role, but she makes sure to stand a little taller despite the new added weight on her shoulders.

      “ I came to pray for those I couldn’t bring home, I hope I’m not keeping you up. ”

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▐┊NIRON.

               Clarke’s heart swells at Lexa’s offer to get more furs, overwhelming affection for the woman hovering over her crashing down on her in waves that leaves her breathless for a few long moments. The blonde is no fool to Lexa’s more ruthless side. She’s watched her battle, watched her make impossible decisions and walk away, breaking both their hearts. Just because they’re like this, now, doesn’t mean that it erases everything that Lexa is. Clarke knows that. But just as sure as she knows that, there is also the knowledge that she’s kind. Sweet. Loving. She has one of the biggest hearts that she’s ever seen and it’s an injustice that it’s always hidden away behind armor and harsh words.

               "I don’t need more furs,“ she finally manages, voice thick with emotion as she blinks back tears that threaten to break through. Clarke knows that no matter how much warmth she had surrounding her in bed, she would always wake up when Lexa left; her body searched out for the other naturally, even in her sleep. Plus, she doesn’t exactly fancy having anyone from Azgeda coming to Polis because of her.

              There’s a tsk from her tongue, head shaking as her head tilts back and eyes close. It should be illegal for Lexa to kiss her like that when they’re trying to carry a conversation. Fingers curl in the fur beneath them, hum crawling up her throat and releasing into the space between them. It was ridiculous how fast she could go from coherent to… not at all. Licking her lips, she tugs at a stray braid that’s fallen forward. "Titus will have my blood if you’re late.” Again, goes unsaid. But it hangs there and Clarke prepares for the blow back from what was just said. She hadn’t meant to bring it up, but it had slipped through.

In mornings like this, Lexa likes to take her sweet time, even when it’s running against her — which is almost always the case. Their timing was never quite right and how could it? Both were important and busy people with, even with their people finally united, their own responsibilities. They would neglect each other for days, during crisis even weeks, because of duty calls so in morning like this… Lexa likes to put meetings and ambassadors on the back of her mind for just a few moments, place aside the commander’s demeanor and let herself be with Clarke, her brilliant and gorgeous lover.

She’s sure she will never get enough of Clarke — her smooth skin, littered with small scars that she makes sure to pay extra attention, the soft noises that Clarke can’t keep in if she presses just the right pressure with a hint of teeth on her pulse. Clarke’s hoarse response doesn’t go unnoticed — Lexa stops for a beat, green eyes look up to the younger woman, at first confused at the refusal, but the answer comes to her just by looking at Clarke’s watery eyes. Lexa blinks at the sudden burn of tears, but there’s a smile on her face as she lowers her lips back to her lover’s skin again.

      “ Okay. ” She says, nuzzling the crook of Clarke’s neck.  

With at least three of her senses full of Clarke, it’s almost too difficult to put a stop to her descend, but the name of a certain ‘ bald advisor ’ can do wonders to the mood.

The commander sighs, pressing a quick and (hopefully not) last kiss to Clarke’s collarbone before raising her head, mouth twisting a frown that could also be considered as a pout, she stares down at the blonde under her.

     “ I doubt your blood would be useful to him, Clarke. ”

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▐┊CLARKE.

                                         @noximperator  liked this for a starter

             the smile is foreign upon her lips. it feels wrong at this point, after all the death and loss they had all suffered - but there was something about lexa that caused clarke to finally feel safe. however, watching the commander command her people was something that intrigued the sky girl - it was as if lexa had completely switched, that something had clicked into place and there was no room for love or emotions that they had shared previous to this meeting.

The commander’s eyes are steady while she regards her warriors — with her hands clasped behind her and her head slightly tilted to the side as she ponders before give out orders to them to carry on. Once they leave, her posture relaxes in the slightest, but her mind keeps going over future moves and paths — she’s starting to pace when, from the corner of her eye, she catches a smiling figure.

Lexa furrows her brow in confusing as the corner of her mouth twitches up.

         “ What are you smiling at? ”

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me after one smol reply: i'm exhausted, i can't feel my fingers, my eyes don't see

[whenistoppretending]

Do you ever just need to be touched?  Not even in a sexual way, just touched.  A hug, a pat on the back, a squeeze of your hand.  Just fucking anything to make you feel like you’re still real.  

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