Prisma is adding so much life to my sketches.. I'm loving these filtered versions way better than my original sketch.
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Prisma is adding so much life to my sketches.. I'm loving these filtered versions way better than my original sketch.
Hi! I know I’m a few years too late, but oh my gosh I just started watching the 100 for the first time EVER and I would like to formally put in my request at this time to be humbly accepted into the ICONICALLY INCREDIBLE Clexa fandom!!!
This is also my very first tumblr post ever, so thank you for bearing with me through this completely random and nerve-wracking first post.
So as I mentioned before, I am now an insane fan of all things Clexa, making me have a 2016 brain stuck in a 2020 reality. It’s brutal; I don’t know how you guys have all done it for so long. Much respect. I’m on your side.
I was scrolling through the Clexa tumblr tag a while ago, and I came across this gif:
An INSTANT whole elaborate fanfiction built itself into my mind and so I recently finally gathered the courage to start writing it.
I thought I would drop the link here in case any of you amazing people would like to join this AU College Clexa journey with me :)
Thanks a lot for making it all the way down this post, much appreciated. Hope this story brings even just a sliver of joy to anyone who reads it. It brought me tons just writing it.
New Hampshire- AU College Clexa. Taking seven shots in a row on a Friday night in Lexa's room is really the last thing Clarke should be doing… especially since she most definitely has a not-so-subtle massive crush on the mysterious Lexa Woods. Slowburn Clexa.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
AU Lexa eats plain Cheerios but when she's feeling wild she likes Raisin Bran Crunch
AU Clexa prompt....
Where Clarke and Lexa get their first apartment together and they decide to decorate, and art queen Clarke is such a perfectionist when it comes to painting so she says lays out everything all neat and stuff and is ready to crack on....but then there's Lexa who is the kind of person to just slap the paint on and think 'oh well' if blobs of it go here there and everywhere. So Clarke is all 'no Lexa, I've got this' but Lexa, who isn't one to be told she can't do something, grabs a paint brush anyway, leading Clarke to grab her arm before she can touch the brush to the wall and then Clarke does that 'don't even think about it' one eyebrow raise thing she does....so Lexa plays along, says she gives up, that she'll sit and watch....which is a big mistake for Clarke cause as soon as she releases Lexas arm....she gets a dollop of paint right across her face via Lexa and her fully loaded paintbrush. And then Clarke is stood there looking all 😡 and Lexa just stares back at her with that damn fucking sexy ass 'oh yes I did' grin (you know, the one that could turn the straightest of straight people gay in an instant)....before Lexa erupts into laughter....head thrown back, eyes closed, laughing away, so in retaliation Clarke also grabs a paintbrush, dips it in the paint and before Lexa knows what's happened she too has been slapped across the face with paint....cue an epic war of paint throwing from both sides, both of our beloved Clexa trying to get the upper hand on covering the other with the most paint, when suddenly one of them trips, pulls the other down on top of them, locked in each others stare, lust and wanting in both their eyes, an epic battle of the tongues ensues, the paint covered clothes peeled from each others bodies, care free of where they land or what has been covered in paint....when the impromptu sex session ends, both lay there on the floor side be side, staring at the ceiling caught in a bubble of pure ecstasy at the events that have just unfolded....minutes pass, how many, no one knows, before Clarke slowly sits up, surveying the mess of their new found home, paint strewn here there and everywhere, furniture and belongings alike splattered in stray paint speckles....Clarke gives Lexa that 'look what you've done' look and is all 'you can damn well clean this mess up'...leading Lexa to give that goddamn trademark smirk again, replying with a simple 'I think it gives the place character' before grabbing Clarke down on top of her again for what we all know will be another round of Clexa Sexa.... And if anyone would like to take all that and turn it into an actual fanfic of pure Clexa fluff.....more than feel free to do so....cause let's be fair....who wouldn't love a fanfic of paint covered Clexa getting down and dirty ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ .