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Shoutout to the dedicated cheerleaders of wips who comment on each chapter and motivate the poor fic writer to keep going you are crucial to the ecosystem

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I accidentally did and didn't notice 😬

When back and fixed that shit tho. Ai art isn't the same as art.

I'm starting to see AI art in fanart tags and even when they are tagged as AI art, people in the reblogs tagged it as fanart.

Let me just say this once. I don't believe AI art is fanart. The way things are, it's theft. It doesn't count. The effort that fan artists put into their works cannot be equated in value with whatever an AI generates. The works with hours of applied skill and originality and love put into them are the works I want to praise on this blog.

So that being said, if I ever reblog "fanart" that is ai generated, please send me a message or an ask and let me know so I can delete it off my blog.

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“Please,” Clarke whines, her hips pressing back, but the toy not lined up, instead just sliding across the bottom of her back. 

“Look at you, begging like a good girl,” Lexa teases, one hand grabbing Clarke’s hip, steading her, the other lining up the toy at her puckered hole. 

Lexa’s jaw drops as she watches the toy slowly slide inside. 

“Fuckkk,” Clarke moans as it slides past the point where Lexa’s fingers were, the toy having no give and take like her fingers did. 

They both gasp as Clarke leans back, effectively causing the last half of the toy to thrust inside of her, Clarke at the feeling of fullness, Lexa at the way the base of the toy rubs against her own clit. Lexa’s hand tightens on Clarke’s hip, silently asking her to stop. Clarke looks back over her shoulder, her eyes half-lidded in pleasure. 

Green eyes meet blue. Lexa’s fears slip away as she looks at the dazed blue orbs. She leans down, still fully inside of the blonde, pressing a kiss to the skin of her back that she can reach, throwing her head back to flip her hair to the side, one hand holding onto the blonde’s hip, the other lightly scratching her back. 

Clarke opens her mouth, as if she’s going to say something, but inside just another groan comes out as Lexa stands back up, the toy shifting inside of her. Lexa grins, slowly moving her hips back, sliding out of the blonde about two-thirds of the way, then slowly sliding back in. Lexa’s not sure how, but Clarke arches her back even further. She takes it as a sign to go slightly faster. 

Clarke moans, thankful for the pillow under her chest as her wife starts to pick up speed. Lexa groans herself, the base of the toy reminding her how turned on she is, she can feel her wetness coating the inside of her thighs as she slides in and out of Clarke. 

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“Please,” Clarke whines, her hips pressing back, but the toy not lined up, instead just sliding across the bottom of her back. 

“Look at you, begging like a good girl,” Lexa teases, one hand grabbing Clarke’s hip, steading her, the other lining up the toy at her puckered hole. 

Lexa’s jaw drops as she watches the toy slowly slide inside. 

“Fuckkk,” Clarke moans as it slides past the point where Lexa’s fingers were, the toy having no give and take like her fingers did. 

They both gasp as Clarke leans back, effectively causing the last half of the toy to thrust inside of her, Clarke at the feeling of fullness, Lexa at the way the base of the toy rubs against her own clit. Lexa’s hand tightens on Clarke’s hip, silently asking her to stop. Clarke looks back over her shoulder, her eyes half-lidded in pleasure. 

Green eyes meet blue. Lexa’s fears slip away as she looks at the dazed blue orbs. She leans down, still fully inside of the blonde, pressing a kiss to the skin of her back that she can reach, throwing her head back to flip her hair to the side, one hand holding onto the blonde’s hip, the other lightly scratching her back. 

Clarke opens her mouth, as if she’s going to say something, but inside just another groan comes out as Lexa stands back up, the toy shifting inside of her. Lexa grins, slowly moving her hips back, sliding out of the blonde about two-thirds of the way, then slowly sliding back in. Lexa’s not sure how, but Clarke arches her back even further. She takes it as a sign to go slightly faster. 

Clarke moans, thankful for the pillow under her chest as her wife starts to pick up speed. Lexa groans herself, the base of the toy reminding her how turned on she is, she can feel her wetness coating the inside of her thighs as she slides in and out of Clarke. 

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Me when I'm on a writing streak: I am my best self, the muses stoke my mind like a great engine, lets see if I can blast through another five pages before bed.

Me when I'm not on a writing streak: There is sand where my words should be.

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Had a revelation recently and thought it might help other people too.

There is absolutely NO shame in having a ton of projects on the go and switching between or even dropping them on a whim.

Hobbies are meant to be FUN.

You can have 20 writing projects, or knitting, or whatever your thing is, and putting them down for a bit or abandoning them is a-okay.

I personally would never think that someone who started playing a video game and then decided to play another before it was finished was a quitter, so why am I so judgemental towards myself?

Doing your hobbies in a way that brings you joy isn't selfish or weak, it's...literally the whole point of them. Go nuts!

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…and I’m still shipping it and missing Lexa.

Clexa was the ship of dreams, and it was, it really was.

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me: *looks for fic with extremely specific scenario that I made up*

fic: *doesn’t exist*

me:

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From the lastest chapter of Screw Stardust

“So a lunch date?” Raven questions. 

“I know you’re so disappointed it isn’t with you,” Clarke teases, headed to her closet. 

“This Lexa better be good to you Clarke, me and O won’t have her stealing away our bestie,” Raven states, only half joking. 

“The hell does that even mean Rae?” Clarke questions, throwing her shirt toward the hamper in the corner, and walking to the doorway. 

Raven looks up from her spot on the bed, letting her brown eyes take in Clarke’s nude upper half, letting out a whistle and winking at her. Clarke rolls her eyes, she’s not in shape, her stomach hanging over her jeans and her chest would probably fit into an A cup not that she’s ever actually tried one on in a store or anything like that . 

“I’m just saying, she’s getting one of the sweetest guys there are out there,” Raven explains. 

Clarke sighs, her eyes closing as the truth in those words hits her. 

“Sweetest people,” Raven says softer. 

Blue eyes snap open, looking into brown. The room goes silent, not that it had noise before, but the air seems to still. It becomes suffocating to the blonde, the warmth in those brown eyes, the same as before she came out as bisexual to the brunette. 

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idk if you're the right person to ask, but I'm looking for a fic. Lexa had already died, and Clarke ran away and went to some grounder to get tattoos, but then went back in time and was Costia? I don't remember much else, but I can't find it.

To be fair, I'm not really the best person to ask about fics because I always forget names and plots if I even read them 😅

That being said I am pretty sure the fic you're looking for is Depths of Love :)

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Clexmas is coming!

Hey everyone! Clexmas is right around the corner and will begin on the 17th of December this year, hope you’re ready! 

Clexmas is all about having all things Clexa that jingle with the holiday spirit. Reblog or send this post out to anyone you think will enjoy it! As a reminder here is how you can participate below. And our theme list for this year. 

How To Participate: Fanart, fanvids, fanfics, moodboards, photo manipulations, fic recs, anything that jingles Clexa with a Christmas/Holiday theme - let’s see it!

7 Days of Clexa: This will be 7 days of Holiday/Christmas themed posts. Reblog Share Repeat!

Send out ideas/prompts to your favorite writers and artists! Don’t forget to tag!  #Clexmas23  #7DaysofClexa

Dec. 17 - Day 1: Basically a Hallmark Movie Dec. 18 - Day 2: Naughty or Nice Dec. 19 - Day 3: Under the Mistletoe Dec. 20 - Day 4: Snowed In Dec. 21 - Day 5: Winter Wonderland Dec. 22 - Day 6: Spiked Eggnog Dec. 23 - Day 7:  Free Day

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I haven't abandoned this story. I just put it on the back burner for now. The story is just on a small vacation. It is currently out of office. It can't come to the phone right now. It just fell under my bed to sleep with the monsters. It never left my head. It is everywhere - except on paper.

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In Peace May You Leave the Shore 

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Whatever, the only writers I Care about are my lovely Clexa ficwriters❤️

I say this with all the kindness toward you in the world, but I do not like this at all. At all.

Not to be holier than thou but you should care. I mean they are human beings who are just asking to be paid a reasonable amount for their work. And tbh I'm not sure if a lot of people outside the US (even in the US and just aren't directly effected by it) understand exactly what's going on here. The truth is we're being driven to a fucking breaking point. The cost of everything, EVERYTHING, is going up all the time and we're not being paid enough to match it. These fat cat corporations and greedy fucking billionaires are quite literally making it so people can't afford food and rent. This strike, while its been a long time coming, is just a very visible and tangible example of something that's wrong across the board. These people are driving force behind a global money making industry and they even aren't getting paid enough for their work to live and eat. And that's the same work which we fanfic writers then use as inspiration to write our own fics for free in between working and struggling ourselves.

They'd not asking to become millionaires, they're just asking to be paid even remotely fairly. And they're being told no because a handful of people who are already richer than you or I will ever be say they simply can't afford it. Bullshit. It's all bullshit. It's just another excuse to keep workers impoverished and a slave to their job. It's yet another example of this country's elite taking advantage of the working persons labor.

And this is just a sidenote not even directly aimed at you anon, so don't take it personally because it's not, but I kindly want to nudge people to really evaluate the assumption that if this turns ugly and drags on forever and all tv and movies turn to shit, that they'll be able to just turn to fanfic. The problem there is every day more and more fanfic writers and artists stop creating because of how little support they get. I'm lucky because so many of you guys interact with me and I love it, I do and that's what keeps me going. But I'm also not blind to the fact that on a long ask/answer post I made, the accidental poll attached has 30+ votes, but only about 20 notes and not even 5 reblogs. Fanfic writers get burned out too. Especially when it feels like they're pumping out work and getting barely anything in return. Smaller creators especially, but even with bigger accounts there's only so much they can do.

So please, support those writers that are striking. Support your fanfic writers who use their work as a building block. Support your artists who take these concepts and then turn them into masterpieces. Because all of them are just people trying do what they love while still being able to feel valued for their time.