On the Ground All Can Hear You Scream
By: TalktomeinClexa
Rating: Mature
Warnings: None in this chapter. Canon violence in others
Status: Complete (Part 1)
Summary: Novitiate Lexa is captured by reapers and wakes up locked in a cage, not knowing the girl who finds her there will change her destiny. Unless this enemy turns out to be who Fate had in store for her?
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Chapter 14: Hodnes Laik Yujnes
Twice in her life before Lexa had felt the floor collapse under her feet. A free fall sensation brought by the realization that her life would never be the same again and the knowledge there was nothing she could do to stop the course of events derailing it. The first time was when she woke up in Mount Weather, trapped in a cage. The second, the day warriors came to collect her from the library at Titus’s orders and informed her that Heda Hanbin was dead.
If the former had come as a shock, she should have expected the latter one. Her whole existence back then revolved around the notion that she would one day partake in a conclave for the honor of being chosen by the Spirit. She simply hadn’t anticipated it to be that particular afternoon, on a perfectly ordinary day—if a little cold for the beginning of fall.
“Titus…” she said, her voice closer to a plea than the warning she had intended.
She would have given anything to convince him to forget the dark stain on the rag. But the Fleimkepa lived for the Flame and the novitiate system his order protected. She would have had more success reversing the flow of the river passing by Polis than getting him to turn a blind eye to Clarke’s nightblood.
“Are there more like you among your people?” Titus asked, ignoring Lexa.
After spending years under his tutelage, Lexa read him like a book. On his face, she saw a mix of curiosity, excitement, and dread. One novitiate from Mount Weather, he could handle. But ten, or worse, dozens of them? It would destroy his entire belief system, not to mention the Coalition.
Clarke shook her head, thankfully holding her composure better than Lexa had hoped. “Just me. My parents were pretty surprised when they found out.”
“Good. That is good.” Oblivious to the glance Lexa and Clarke shared, Titus cleared his throat. “It is too late for you to join the lessons of the day. We will start your instruction tomorrow morning.”
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in my eternal quest to add structure to my life, ive decided to take a leaf out of my aunt's book* and schedule an Errand Day one weekend a month.
the purpose of Errand Day is...errands, before they add up and become one Big clusterfuck that's an even bigger pain to deal with. for example: take the stuff I'm giving away to the thrift store (before it colonizes the storage room). take out the annoying recycling that can't go in the blue bins (currently fighting a war against the invasive species of thrift stuff). replace the air filters. get birthday gifts. replace clothes as needed, instead of trying to work around the issue for a whole season bc I won't bite the bullet and try on pants. even fun things that i put off because they're outside of my regular stomping grounds, like going to the used bookstore.
no excuses, no heel-dragging. just take a morning and do all the shit that needs doing. don't let it add up and become a whole Thing. the Reward for Errand Day will be either a fancy coffee or lunch, depending on how long it takes and where I end up.
*my aunt and her partner have a theme for each weekend: one is budgeting, then deep cleaning their house, then meal prep, and finally a "fun" weekend where they do something new like go to a street festival or a new restaurant. i could never be that coordinated, but I think in part it's a solid idea.
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FRIRNDO BLENDO!!!! Tell me your bmc glup shitto
THE GIRL AT SEV-ELEV
She's in ONE LINE of ONE SONG and NEVER APPEARS in canon and I MADE HER A MINOR CHARACTER IN A LONG COMIC™️ ON INSTAGRAM BACK IN 2019-2020
Backlog Part 31, circa March 13, 2020
This comic got me through covid/my senior year you have no idea
Plus the dtiys I hosted after the comic wrapped up, hot damn it's almost the anniversary HHHHHH
She's 19 at the time of the show (+ after vimh) so she's 3 yrs older than Michael, there are Some sex jokes shared between them but? Idk they're pretty minor all things considered. She's gay so we get that swert wlw mlm solidarity babyyy
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On the Ground All Can Hear You Scream
By: TalktomeinClexa
Rating: Mature
Warnings: None in this chapter. Canon violence in others
Status: WIP
Summary: Novitiate Lexa is captured by reapers and wakes up locked in a cage, not knowing that the blonde who finds her there will change her destiny. Unless this enemy turns out to be who Fate had in store for her?
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Chapter 13: Guests in Polis
A loud rumble and the sound of the rain implacably hitting her windows woke Lexa the following morning. It was too early for her handmaidens to help her prepare for the day and, for once, she allowed herself a few more minutes of peace. Rolling onto her back, she stretched lazily under the furs until her back cracked with a satisfying pop.
She loved those mornings; when time seemed to slow down and the world disappeared under a curtain of water. Particularly when she didn’t have to go out and face the sky’s wrath. Her responsibilities always found her eventually, but with fewer people out and looking for trouble, she could relax a notch. Read a few pages. Spend some precious time in her lover’s arms…
Clarke’s face popped into her mind, and Lexa’s ears heated up at the thought of the soft-looking, creamy skin the girl’s tops often struggled to contain. Her hand traveled reflexively between her thighs to seek the relief she so rarely allowed herself, and when it connected with her curls, she jumped out of bed as if she had burned herself.
“Time to get ready,” she coughed out in the middle of her empty room, cheeks red and heart racing.
Hours later, she was in yet another war meeting when a Trikru gona entered. Leaning close to her ear, he whispered, “More Maunon are at the gate. Thirty or so.”
And so it begins. “Lead them to the Tower so they can escape the rain, and bring the leaders to the throne room.”
“Sha, Heda.”
Lexa watched the warrior leave before returning her attention to her generals, locked in a discussion about which clan to attack first.
“I will not leave Polis defenseless,” she cut in with an emphatic look at the man on her left. “The inhabitants are under my protection. And so are the Natblida. We cannot let Nia get to them.”
Chastised, the man tilted his head down, and the others nodded at her decision. They would have to mobilize more forces elsewhere, but the battalion protecting the capital had to stay.
“Another matter requires my attention. We will reconvene after lunch.”
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13, 30, 42?
hiiiiiii :D
13. lanyard or key ring?
I legit had to google them both because I was not sure if I understood correctly 💀 but KEY RING ALL THE WAY, in fact lemme see if I can show you my keychains AKJSFHASKF
(the top thingy blinks my irl name)
30. places that you find sacred?
without a doubt, my older house. I adore that house a lot and I had a hard time saying bye to it. Also I have several... hmmm... dream places I used to dream a lot when I was younger and I also find them sacred to me. Churches rarely made me feel what I feel thinking about those places... OH and the beach when its empty, the roads in usulutan too somehow feel somewhat sacred to me, idk.
42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?
PANTS. POCKETS. GIVE ME FUCKING DEEP POCKETS I AM TIRED I AM ENRAGED EVERYTIME I TRY TO PUT MY EARBUD CASE IN MY FRONT POCKETS ONLY FOR THEM TO BE LAUNCHED AWAY WHEN I FUCKING SIT
I HAVE TO PUT MY PHONE IN THE BACK POCKET BECAUSE NOTHING FUCKING FITS MY FRONT POCKETS AND IT MAKES ME MAD BECAUSE THEN I CANT SIT I'LL CRUSH MY PHONE I ALREADY ACCIDENTALLY CRUSHED A COCKROACH ONE TIME WHEN I SAT ON IT 😭😭😭😭
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