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[skaiheda-fic]

Skaiheda is Alive. And it’s coming.

Hey everyone, sorry we died for months. Same old, same old. Work’s been busy, we have better jobs now, all that. 

BUT

Skaiheda is still planned and ready to go and IF the idea is still compelling to all of you- (is it? Have times changed? Are we lame now?) I think @almavivadreams and I are going to need ONE more co-author, due to her increased workload. 

Now, I’m not saying this to be pretentious. But I think Skaiheda is a pretty massive project- it has to be cohesive, and it’s not really a run of the mill sort of fic. So, I’m asking- please help us find that third co-author and let’s get this thing going already! 

It can either be you, or an author you know, or someone you think would fit the role! You can tag them in this, tell them to message me here or @effortlessly-opulent and we can go for a trial period or something like that! 

That being said: I think the basic requirements are: 

1. Must be comfortable writing in third person

2. Must be comfortable writing a mix of canon and au fics

3. Must have a somewhat flexible schedule, and to be EAGER to write 

4. Diction, spelling, grammar....must be above average. I’m not talking about typos, but the direction we’re taking the fic in is sort of poetic, so... you get the idea. 

I know this sounds like a lot, but it’s not! We’ll get a schedule fixed, and run everything like clockwork! Let me know, or we can put Skaiheda in the books. 

[peggysousfanarchives]

New fic in the works!

A blonde grounder makes her way into Skaikru territory. She's different, special, and on the run. Her own people wanting her head on a spike, and yet skaikru has no idea who she is. She has no where to go, no one left. What will happen when the people from the sky take in a stranger from the ground? A stranger who leaves death in every path she takes. How will Skaikru handle Wanheda?

Or

Clarke is on the run and Skaikru takes her in not knowing anything about her. Trouble brews within the camp as her life starts to catch up with her.

Side note: I made up a new clan for Clarke, hence the new symbol. I’m still thinking of a name though. (Scratch that, I had help! Her clan is called Natkru. Night Clan for English rather than trig)

[hermywolf]

ranking my favorite characters about random shit part 4

ranking my  favorite characters (clarke griffin, dean winchester, fox mulder, rose  tyler, newt, kaz brekker, samwise gamgee, charles xavier, bill  denbrough, lord asriel, steve rogers, scott mccall, anna milton and  barry berkman) about random shit. this is entirely self-indulgent

part 4: how cool are their nicknames/titles

1- CLARKE GRIFFIN alias: WANHEDA (The Commander of Death) MOUNTAIN SLAYER, SKAIHEDA/SKAIKRU PRINCESS/AMBASSADOR (Commander/Princess/Ambassador of the Sky People) PRISONER 319, THE KEY, THE QUEEN, FLEIMKEPA (keeper of the Flame) NATBLIDA (nightblood)

i mean DUDE. do i even need to explain myself here. she’s got SO MANY titles and they’re all SO cool like even The Commander of Death ALONE is enough to get her the first place, so if you add all the others. i mean DUDE. she’s literally WANHEDA like. wow. wow. iconic

2- DEAN WINCHESTER alias: THE ULTIMATE KILLER, KNIGHT OF HELL, THE MICHAEL SWORD, THE RIGHTEOUS MAN, MESSENGER OF GOD’S DESTRUCTION

once again, just one banger after another, are you shitting me? he’s literally the ARCHANGEL MICHAEL’s perfect vessel, the MICHEAL SWORD. the KNIGHT OF HELL assigned by CAIN HIMSELF. Billie, aka DEATH HERSELF, called him the Messenger of God’s Destruction. i mean BRO how fucking cool is that. and the one who called him The Ultimate Killer is no other than GOD HIMSELF like what are you even gonna DO against this are you kidding me how are you even going to compete against a man who was called by DEATH HERSELF THE MESSENGER OF GOD’S DESTRUCTION. GOD. JESUS FUCK

3- KAZ BREKKER alias: DIRTYHANDS, THE BASTARD OF THE BARREL, DEMJIN (demon)

once again i have to give him kuddos for these. every single other title in this list was assigned to the characters by other people but kaz really decided his own nickname, and he really chose the bastard of the barrel like. he’s not even a bastard. he’s not even from the barrel. he’s just straight up lying about his parents’s marriage for street cred. so true. and Dirtyhands fits SO well, the myths around his gloves and hands, his lockpicking abilities, the blood on his hands, his relationship with touch, the fact that he’ll get his hands dirty and do the most horrible things for money. it FITS

4- STEVE ROGERS alias: CAPTAIN AMERICA, THE CAPTAIN, CAPTAIN ROGERS, NOMAD

a classic. absolutely iconic. the fact that he’s literally Captain America and yet spends half his screentime saying fuck the government and being a criminal and a traitor in the eyes of the american government like. the absolute big dick energy of it all

5- SCOTT MCCALL alias: SWORN PROTECTOR OF BEACON HILLS, TRUE ALPHA

i mean, true alpha!! he’s a true alpha!! the first in so long because he’s just THAT awesome. sworn protector of beacon hills too like, excuse me sir, you are the kindest mf ever. the way his two titles literally say right away everything you need to know about scott mccall; they both show you he’s kind, protective and loyal, and trustworthy, like. he’s pratically called scott mccall the leader who protects this town, has never killed, and is kind and worthy enough to be the first true alpha in generations. i love him so much

6- ROSE TYLER alias: THE BAD WOLF

yes yes yes yes yes. the s1 finale fucked so hard with her scattering the bad wolf message all across time and space. the bad wolf graffiti on the tardis.. donna saying ‘bad wolf’ in s4.. rose’s glowing eyes.. ‘i am the bad wolf and i create myself; and i bring life’ like bro.. her power

7- ASRIEL BELACQUA alias: LORD ASRIEL, EXPLORER, LEADER OF THE REBELLION AGAINST THE AUTHORITY

god this fucks so hard. he’s literally the leader of a rebellion against... god. like he really said fuck you i’m going to literally kill god like. the big dick energy of it all

8- SAMWISE GAMGEE alias: SAMWISE THE BRAVE

god his fucking MIND. he is the BRAVEST bitch in middle earth i love him SO much everytime they say samwise the brave i feel like chewing through my own arm like YES he IS samwise the brave YES SAY THAT SHIT

9- CHARLES XAVIER alias: PROFESSOR X

it’s still so funny to me that a teenager went “you should be called professor x :D” and he was like “that’s so fucking stupid you fucking idiot” and then proceeded to go by that name for like. the next fourty years

10- ANNA MILTON alias: FALLEN ANGEL, THE ANGEL WHO RIPPED OUT HER GRACE

listen both these fuck. they’re so good. she’d be so much higher on the list if only they actually CALLED HER THAT in the ACTUAL SHOW. once again supernatural displays a glaring flaw which is that they refuse to use the great oportunities that are given to them

11- NEWT alias: THE GLUE, SUBJECT A5

not gonna lie i snorted when i read this for the first time because i just imagined a little glue tube with newt’s face on it. but later on i did see how sweet him being the glue holding them all together was, and it does fit his character

12- BILL DENBROUGH alias: BIG BILL, STUTTERING BILL

ok Big Bill is fine because it lets us know that james mcavoy is indeed packing but that’s not news by any stretch of imagination. stuttering bill would also be fine if it wasn’t what bill’s bullies used to bully him which makes me want to murder them all because he’s stutter is adorable and they’re all just mean he does not fucking deserve to get bullied for anything he is my beloved little clown gay man

FOX MULDER alias: SPOOKY MULDER

now we’re getting into the part of the ranking that’s just characters that DO deserve to get bullied for their nicknames. god these rankings are making me realize how much of a loser mulder is. like mulder baby i love you i’m sorry you keep getting bullied but you need some better nicknames hon. the government is literally scared of you. you’ve seen actual aliens. you’re in the x-files. couldn’t you have some cool names like, idk, man, something with ‘truth’ in it or something like, there’s so much potential there

BARRY BERKMAN alias: BARRY BLOCK

i mean. he had the perfecly respectable name berkman and decided to call himself barry block. he deserves no rights whatsoever

[sableu3]

Day 27

100 Days of 100 Prompts 

 Grounder Bellamy / Marriage Alliance AU (Because I LOVE these tropes lol)

(I imagine Wells and Miller as her co-leaders/seconds in this scenario. Let’s just pretend Charlotte is either still dealing with her nightmares or wandered into the fog or something. Either way, she doesn’t kill Wells. Which means, Murphy doesn’t get blamed for it, doesn’t chase Charlotte, or get exiled, doesn’t come back with a plague or shoot Raven. Wow, look at those dominoes pick themselves back up.)

When Clarke finds the cages in the mountain and releases Anya, she also stops and releases all of them. They find weapons, take out the guards, find her people and let them know what’s going on and of course they help. It turns into a battle, since her people aren’t locked up and the grounder ‘army’ isn’t let go. They let the innocent live and Clarke will even offer to donate bone marrow so they can survive. MAYA LIVES! (I’m imagining that it’s only the mountain men ‘rebels’ who helped in canon that survive but you could have it being more or less) Clarke also learns about the reapers and says she might be able to cure them. Some of the grounders aren’t healed enough to leave yet anyway so they stay to recuperate (since it’s safe to do so now) and a few go out to round up the reapers and Clarke is able to slowly detox them. Monty and Raven help with the medical machines and files so they can figure it all out. The grounders heal up, and leave, taking the news of her conquest with them.

Lexa is dealing with the aftermath and it’s not looking good. Nia is starting shit about how the commander couldn’t defeat the mountain but this little space girl did. Lexa decides that an alliance via marriage is the only way to make sure Nia doesn’t stir up a revolt and use this as an opportunity to dethrone her. She needs to make sure Clarke is tied to the coalition beyond a shadow of a doubt. Lexa invites Clarke to Polis to talk about an alliance. Miller and Murphy go with her while Wells stays behind to lead in her absence. At first Lexa will try to force the issue, saying she will pick out her best warrior for Clarke but Clarke is obviously against this idea. She doesn’t care if they are a good warrior, if they are going to be her partner then she wants a partner. Someone she can learn to trust and lead with her, guide her. This isn’t how the grounders normally do things but Lexa gives way and offers to have representatives sent from each clan. She will be able to choose her partner but it must be from those representatives. Clarke reluctantly agrees because she knows they need this alliance. Miller isn’t happy about it for Clarke’s sake and Murphy is just worried about the grounders in general. They follow Clarke’s lead though. Skaikru won’t survive out of the coalition and the coalition might not survive without Skaikru’s support of Lexa against Nia. (As a side bit, now would be a good time for Murphy to meet Emori in the market and connect with her. Eventually she’ll be adopted into Skaikru)

Bellamy is from Shallow Valley. He is their best warrior and is sent to Polis as their representative but he is not happy about it. He lives apart from the main village with his sister and mother. They’ve been hiding Octavia since they learned she was a night blood when she was born and told the rest of the village that they lost the baby. No one questioned their move from the main village and just assumed it was her grief. But when he gets called to Polis, Octavia sneaks out and follows him after leaving a note for her mom. By the time he realises it, it’s too late to turn back and take her home. She reasons that no one will know her there but he is furious because all it would take is one tiny cut and she’d be exposed. She promises to be super careful and there isn’t a lot he can do about it now.

Bellamy is worried about being chosen and how that would effect his life and his sister. He is torn though because it would be beneficial to be the one to secure the alliance. The Skaiheda might even be able to offer Octavia her own protection in case she was ever exposed. He ultimately decides to just be himself and not try to charm her or drive her away. He’ll leave it up to her.

For her part Clarke is charmed by him because he is himself. The others are trying to either charm her, intimidate her, or are mostly indifferent and she doesn’t really connect with any of them. She likes how laid back Bellamy is and she’s seen him worry over his sister as well and finds it adorable. She can tell he’s a good man and thinks she’d be able to learn to trust him and maybe even love him one day. She knows that at the very least he’s her best bet.

Bellamy is actually rather surprised to be chosen. She hadn’t told him before hand, mainly because she hadn’t had the chance to. She had mentioned it to Lexa when she had asked how things were going and the very next morning Lexa announces her choice.

Things progress fast from there and it feels like a whirlwind to Clarke. They are to be married that night. Clarke gets some time to talk to him about it before she is whisked away to prepare. He hesitantly asks why she chose him and she tells him honestly that he’s the only one she could see herself having a future with and getting along with, that she wanted a partner. He grins at her and thinks this might turn out even better than he had hoped for. After the wedding they are shown to a new room for the two of them and Clarke starts undressing. She had been told that they would need to consummate the union tonight for it to be official. She had been nervous about that, knowing that there would likely be guards stationed right outside their room but honestly her new husband is gorgeous and sweet and she’s sure she can forget about her eavesdroppers. Bellamy however, wasn’t expecting her to be quite so willing and tries to offer her an out. She pauses and asks if he doesn’t want to have sex with her. He emphatically denies that and tells her she’s gorgeous but he doesn’t want to rush her or force her, they can do this in their own time. She smiles and reaches up for a kiss and tells him this time works fine for her. So they establish that they find the other attractive, they generally like each other and they are married and both of them want it to work beyond the alliance. They are on the same page, none of that pining, slow burn, back and forth. This is just two people slowly falling in love. So the alliance is secured. Bellamy brings her to Shallow Valley to introduce her to his mother. Skaikru have mainly taken over the mountain at this point and Clarke says his mother can come live with them instead of being alone out here in the woods. They aren’t panning on living IN the mountain forever. They want to build above it since they don’t want to be trapped like they were on the ark. For now though, they leave the doors open (since the remaining mountain men have the bone marrow now) and go back and forth until they can get the cabins built. Octavia is thrilled to be able to be around so many people without fear. Bellamy has by now explained his sisters situation and Clarke has assured him that she will protect her at all costs. Bellamy leads by her side and they manage to build up a respectable clan. Clarke learns more about grounder healing from Nyko and teaches him a few things as well like CPR and other things she learned on the ark. Octavia meets Lincoln on one of her visits since she goes with Clarke sometimes to learn. Clarke and Bellamy fall a little more in love with each other every day and she falls pregnant pretty quickly. She’s about 6 months pregnant when the Ark falls to Earth.

Part 2 (I separated this because it could be left out entirely and left more open ended but I wanted to add it in anyway for anyone who happens to be very ambitious lol) As Skaiheda, she takes the initiative to send someone to Polis and takes a group out to check on the survivors. She isn’t sure if the rest of the ark will fall in line or be their own clan and is worried about how this will disrupt things. She is happy they are alive of course but this also makes things much more complicated. Abby is happy to see her but shocked at her state. Clarke introduces her husband but they don’t have time for explanations yet. They get the wounded taken care of. Clarke has a doctor and nurse from the mountain as well as Octavia and Nyko with her to help. Later Clarke will request to speak to whoever is in charge and Abby is a bit taken aback but grabs Kane and they have a meeting. Clarke will explain what has happened since the 100 landed, the grounders, the alliance, and how she is the Skaiheda. If they want to be considered Skaikru then they must recognize her leadership, otherwise they will be known as Spacekru and they won’t be part of the coalition. They will have to negotiate for themselves. Abby is shocked, Kane is confused and patronizing and Byrne is furious. Clarke tells them she will give them a few days to think on it and that she will be back to answer questions later. Abby refuses to let her go and Bellamy steps between them. He’s already cataloged the exits, guards, and weapons, he knows the best way to get her out of here but is giving them a chance and a warning. Abby bursts out that she’s just a child and Clarke responds with ‘I haven’t been a child since you sent me down here to die.’

Basically this part is just politics and the Ark struggling to figure things out. Will they be able to bend and learn the ways of the ground? Can they accept Clarke as their leader or will they try to make their own way? And of course Clarke is dealing with all this and conferring with Lexa and keeping her up to date and all while heavily pregnant. I’m not sure how I want this to all play out yet. There are so many ways it could go.

[kloxbian]

You’re my Little Secret Chapter Five

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: F/F

Fandoms: The 100 (TV), The 100 Series - Kass Morgan

Relationship: Clarke Griffin/Lexa

Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Octavia Blake, Bellamy Blake, Anya (The 100), Mountain Men (The 100)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Forbidden Love, Secret Relationship, Grounder Clarke Griffin, Sort Of, Opposite of slowburn, More tags to be added

Language: English

Words:11603

Chapters (as of 1/28/2020): 5/?

Previous Chapter: “You have no muscle.”

“I lived in a metal box my entire life.”

“Yes, you did.” Lexa met her eyes once more. “We need to fix that. Try and keep up.”

Clarke’s legs were going to hurt like hell when this was over.

When Clarke banished Murphy, she’d never expected to see him again.

Much less being pushed along with Lexa’s fist wrapped around the back of his shirt.

Clarke was stunned as Lexa tossed Murphy to the ground. Murphy looked up at her with a confused look on his face, his eyes flitting between her and Lexa. Lexa rapped him on the bad of the head. “He yours?”

“... yes.” Clarke narrowed her eyes at him. “We banished him.”

She nodded. “I’d seen him wandering. What did he do?”

Clarke scowled. “Murdered someone.”

Murphy rolled his eyes. “Jaha Junior deserved it.”

“Like hell he did.”

Lexa grabbed his hair, yanking his head up. “Don’t speak, ripa, or I will gag you.” She looked at Clarke. “Mind if I have him?”

She shrugged. “Do what you want with him. We don’t want him.”

Murphy actually looked shocked. “You know this savage?”

Lexa snarled and backhanded him across the face. “Silence, banau. I will not feel guilt over harming a murderer.”

Clarke approached Murphy. “You are more of a savage than she is. You deserve whatever they do to you.” She nodded to Lexa, who heaved him to his feet. She raised a hand into the air and two other people dropped from the trees, each taking an arm and dragging him off.

Clarke tried to brush off her surprise. “Friends of yours?”

“Guards. They’ve been watching the camp along with me, though they are there more to make sure they stay in line rather than gather information. I am the one who is collecting the information.”

“So is that your job? To spy?”

Lexa cocked her head thoughtfully. “I do many things. This is just another task to complete.”

A vague answer. But then again, all of Lexa’s answers were.

“Okay.” Clarke shifted her weight, pulling out her dagger. “What now?”

“Put the knife away. Your throwing skills are fine.”

Clarke groaned. She knew what that meant.

Luckily enough, days at camp were getting better. Clarke was learning to bring in more food herself rather than just have Lexa provide it for her, and a few others around camp seemed to be getting a feel for it as well. Most days, everyone ate something, even if it was only a small slice of rabbit meat.

They were beginning to organize a working system. The hunting party went out at dawn. As people woke, some would start a couple of fires, as a cold chill was beginning to set in, a time of year old-world had called ‘autumn.’ Some people would collect water from a small stream they had found trickling by about a mile or so east. Tents had been set up from the supplies in the dropship, usually five or more per tent, and many still slept in the dropship, Clarke included. As more and more people accepted that they needed to work to survive, more was able to be accomplished. Firewood was gathered and stored. Logs were set up around the fire pits. All in all, things were finally starting to smooth out.

Clarke continued to meet Lexa, not daily, but often. She honed her throwing skills and had, according to Lexa, gotten much better at keeping quiet in the brush, though was still far from perfect. She was confident that she would soon be able to reveal to her people the existence of the clans.

Not yet, though. Not when Bellamy still largely held control over the camp.

Clarke was more respected, definitely. People listened to her. They did as she asked. But they would much rather listen to Bellamy than to her. Clarke was a daughter of the council. They thought that if they gave up control to her, she would seize it much like her mother had.

It was still too much of a risk.

-

It had been four days since she’d last seen Lexa, a fairly long period compared to their normal meetings. Though many people still lazed around camp all day having fun, Clarke was working herself to exhaustion. She hadn’t had the time to see Lexa.

So Lexa came to see her.

“Clarke.” She felt a light shake on her shoulder, rousing her from her slumber. Clarke growled lightly from her throat, her eyes still heavy with exhaustion. “Clarke, wake.”

That voice.

Her eyes cracked open and then went wide at Lexa, hovering by her side. In the dropship. Surrounded by other delinquents.

“What the hell are you doing?” Clarke hissed quietly, sitting up and looking around to make sure no one was awake. “You shouldn’t be here!”

“They will not wake. Your people sleep heavy, including you. I am a hunter. I will not wake them.”

Lexa was right. Nobody even stirred.

“Okay, point proven. Now, why did you come here in the first place?”

Lexa smirked. “You’ll see.”

“What? What does that mean?” Lexa stood, slipping out of the dropship. Clarke followed as quietly as she could. Lexa was waiting outside. “What are you doing?”

“Come,” was all she said, darting off into the woods past the single dying embers of a fire.

Clarke had two choices: stay back at camp or follow Lexa into the unknown. 

She went with Lexa.

Lexa moved swiftly, heading north in the direction of the mountain. She glanced over her shoulder occasionally, never long enough for Clarke to see her face, only to check that she was following. Lexa led her a fair distance before stopping. “We are just shy of it.”

Clarke looked around. “I’ve been through here before. There isn’t anything special about it.”

“In the daylight, no. During the night- you shall see.”

“What could be so special about the forest at night? It’s still just a bunch of-” a gasp broke her words as Lexa parted the foliage in front of them. It was a familiar clearing, but the only difference was that the moss that covered the trees and the ground all glowed a blue hue. Butterflies flitted around above them, glowing just as brightly, looking like stars in the night. She could feel a wide grin stretching over her face.

“Do you like it?” Lexa asked, walking up from behind close enough for their shoulders to brush. 

“Like it? Are you kidding, this is amazing!” Clarke couldn’t help the laugh that broke out of her, her once drowsy body thrumming with excitement. “What is this stuff?”

Lexa shrugged, dragging her through it and leaving a dark stripe that quickly regained its glow. “I do not know. If anyone would know, it would be our healers, for they are familiar with herbs, but a healer I am not.”

Clarke absentmindedly traced her finger in the moss. “Not that I’m not grateful, but why did you show me this?”

Lexa shrugged. “I wanted to. I knew you would enjoy it, and it is not something you can see anytime you want. Though I suppose I do want to escape my guards for a bit. They do not leave me alone.”

“The price we pay for safety, I guess.”

Lexa scoffed. “I can defend myself.”

“I have no doubt you can.”

Lexa’s lips twitched into a smile. “Sit with me, Clarke.”

Clarke sat next to Lexa in the moss, curling her feet up beneath her. “So?”

“Tell me about you.”

Clarke raised an eyebrow. “If I do, I expect you to return the favor.”

Lexa hesitated, but as much as she knew she shouldn’t, she had started to trust this skai girl over the last couple weeks. Never once has she suspected Clarke of having ulterior motives or even something as small as telling a lie. She truly believed the Clarke she saw before her was genuine. Not a facade like Heda. Clarke had nothing of the sort. She and skaiheda were one and the same. Lexa could not say that about herself. In all truthfulness, she was more herself around Clarke than she was around any of her people. Everyone back home saw her as Heda. To Clarke, she was only Lexa.

And so Lexa found herself agreeing.

Clarke’s smile made it worth it.

-

“Tell me about where you live.”

Lexa clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth, considering. “I live, officially, in Polis, the capitol. It is many days from here on horseback, so I am currently staying at the capitol of this clan’s territory, Tondisi. Or, I will be, once my mission is finished.”

Clarke was leaning forward, eager to hear more about this mysterious population and their customs. “What clan are we in?” “The clan we are currently in is called the Trigedakru, or Trikru for short. To the north is Azgeda and Sankru. East is Floukru. South is Louwoda Kliron and Yujleda. West is Ouskejon Kru. I am from the Trikru, though I only lived here for the first three years of my life until I was moved to Polis.”

“What clan is Polis in?”

“Polis also resides in Trikru Territory. It was one of the only old-world cities to have even a single building still upright. That single building is the commander’s tower.” Lexa’s eyes shone as she began to speak about Polis. “The tower is the best part of the city. It is over a hundred stories high, though not many have access to the upper levels. The top is where the eternal flame burns. The city itself would take hours to cross on foot it is so large. I would guess at least thirty thousand reside within the city, not including the constant flow of travelers. People from all clans come to Polis, so trade is very diverse.”

Clarke’s eyes widened. “Thirty thousand? How many people are in all twelve of the clans?”

Lexa shrugged. “Trikru has around thirty, forty thousand people total, and it is one of the most populated clans. I would estimate at least a couple hundred thousand people inhabit all twelve territories.”

“Hundred thousand,” Clarke mumbled. “That’s… incredible. How big are the territories?”

“On horseback, it would take months to cross from Trikru to Ingranrona Kru.”

“Holy shit.” Clarke leaned back heavily against the tree, sighing loudly. “That’s… a lot.”

“Indeed. We have become good at staying alive.”

“Yeah, I can tell.” Clarke sighed again. “The Ark only has about two, three thousand people. You could crush them.”

“Not everyone is a warrior like myself,” Lexa said, pulling out her dagger. “Many are, though. Especially in clans like Trikru and Azgeda. At least half of the population, if not more.”

“That’s still over a hundred thousand. I can’t believe your commander actually decided to give us a chance when you could have easily wiped us out and went on with your lives.”

Lexa was amused. Little did she know.

“The commander is just, at least whenever justice is an option. She has spared your lives for now.”

“I’m glad she did.” Clarke looked around at the bioluminescence. “Even if she hadn’t, I’m glad we came down here. It’s hard, but it’s so… free.”

Lexa smiled. “I could not imagine living how you did. I don’t think I could have dealt with such restraints. You are strong in that aspect, Klark.”

Clarke smiled back, leaning over and bumping their shoulders. “Maybe so, but you’d still put me on my ass in seconds if I tried to beat you.”

Lexa chuckled quietly. “You have a strong mind. In a battle of wits, I’m sure we would at least tie.”

The two laughed again, but a voice interrupted their bubble of peace. “Clarke?”

Clarke knew that voice. “Shit,” she hissed. “You have to leave.”

“Who is that?” Lexa asked, rising to her feet easily and helping Clarke up. “Why do they want you?”

“He must have noticed I was gone,” Clarke said. “And that would be Finn.”

Finn. Lexa knew of the boy. He was always ogling at Clarke, always trying to gain her favor. It made her sick. He was pitiful and didn’t realize that Clarke had no such interest in him. She felt the urge to punch him in the face, to watch the blood run from his broken nose, whenever she saw him staring at Clarke like she was some sort of goddess. It made her insides boil.

Clarke saw Lexa’s scowl. “You don’t like him. Doesn’t surprise me. You can tell him how much you hate him later. Right now, you need to leave.” Lexa hesitated but heard the crunch of the skai boy’s feet on the earth. She nodded and gracefully scaled one of the trees, peering out from behind the thick trunk. She caught Clarke’s eye one last time before the shaggy-haired boy stepped into the clearing.

“Holy shit…” he looked around at the glow but lost interest in it when he saw Clarke walking slowly toward him. “Clarke! There you are!”

“Finn.” Her voice had a hint of anger and frustration, something Finn didn’t seem to notice. “Why were you looking for me?”

“I saw that you were gone and I was worried,” he said, once again looking at Clarke like she was vital to his existence.

“I can take care of myself. I don’t need you to protect me.” His face fell a bit and Lexa smirked. “Stop treating me like I’m a child. Go back to camp, Finn.”

Finn looked broken. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t need you to,” she snapped. “Leave.”

“I can’t leave you out here by yourself!”

Clarke groaned. “Fine. I’ll come back with you. Don’t do this again,” she warned. Finn nodded, happy Clarke had accepted his ‘help.’ Clarke sent an apologetic look to Lexa, mouthing ‘sorry’ before Finn took her wrist and dragged her away.

Lexa could feel herself seething. How dare that insolent boy treat Clarke like she was some branwada goufa who needed a caretaker. It was blatant disrespect, and Lexa had to restrain the urge to knock him in the head to see if it would put some sense into his brain.

Lexa began her return to her own camp, pondering over what it was about the skai girl that made her feel such emotions.

Chapters 1-5 up on ao3 here.

First chapter on Tumblr here.

[pendragaryen]

Did O used to be like skaiheda or skaiwan or something???

WHUTTT?!

[blodkru]

Blog Tag

I should really be asleep but I wanna start a thing because why not? And it’s good for the people who like just followed you, I think.

Rules: Answer all the questions, tag however many people as you want. Maybe add a question if you want! It’s that simple, friends.

How did you come up with your blog name?

I use to be SkaiHeda. I think that was the first name I came up with back in April when I made. I really wanted to do something to do with Octavia and being like, ruler and shit. THEN I watched the s5 episode where they first call Octavia “Blodreina” and mentioned Wonkru. I was set with Blodkru immediately.

Why did you make your blog?

I had been in the fandom for a year and was tired of sharing all the 100 posts I liked on my main. My followers on main were grateful for it too.

How long have you had it?

I think 9 months? Awe my blog is officially out of the womb!

How many followers do you have?

Last I checked it was 158.

What do you share/post about most?

Tbh, probably Bellarke. I did not intend for this to be a Bellarke page. Literally this was soley gonna be for Octavia and Lincoln. Then I followed people who shared a lot of Bellarke and I kinda reblog without thinking. Other than that, I cry about Roan and Lincoln a lot. My top 2 posts are about needing them back in the show.

And my stories nobody reads damnit.

What do you share/post the about the least?

If I had to guess: Lexa, Jasper, all of season 3. They are probably my least favorite characters ATM and we do not speak of the Dark Year.

What do you think your followers think of you?

Probably that I’m a slut for the 100 women and they are absolutely right. I think the only woman on the show I don’t like is Abby and that’s because of poor writing. And that I’m a mediocre writer if anything. And I like to write to bring people pain. Which is true (looking at you, Ash).

But I love you guys and am very happy you decided to deal with me.

Tagging (you can literally ignore this if you think it’s dumb):

@and-now-youre-home @clarkgriffon @belllamy-blakee @katersann @bellamyharper @viviansternwood @bunker-boyfriends @blodreina-noumou @thiskindofshootingstar @captainwilldameron @dylanobrienisbatman @raven-reyes-of-sunshine @roankomspacekru @nightbleeder @talistheintrovert @clarkegriffintitties @zavens-bellarke

[sincerelycreek]

tagged by dearest father @masked-vigilante

Here we go!

RULES: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better (You actually don’t have to tag 20 just pretty much whatever you can).

GENDER: non-binary but biologically female

STAR SIGN: scorpio

HEIGHT: 5'1 thxs

TIME: 11:03

FAVORITE BANDS: uhh one direction, p!atd, imagine dragons, twenty one pilots, fall out boy, just about any emo band you can think of

FAVORITE SOLO ARTISTS: post malone,lukas graham, eminem

SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD: i just wanna know by nf

LAST TV SHOW I WATCHED: friends

WHEN DID I CREATE MY BLOG: this blog i made in sep 2017 but i’ve been on tumblr for years

WHAT DO I POST: this is my south park side blog so,, sometimes south park

LAST THING I GOOGLED: love simon

DO I HAVE OTHER BLOGS: yeeeet. @sincerelydakota (my main), @skaiheda (the 100) @dreamhunterlove (wayward sisters/supernatural), @waastedawaay (old b/w blog i dont really use it tho lmao)

DO I GET ASKS: sometimes ye

FOLLOWING: 155

FOLLOWERS: 2,452

FAVORITE COLOURS: purple, yellow and green

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: like 4-5

LUCKY NUMBERS: 2

INSTRUMENTS: i’m not an expert but i play the ukulele sometimes

WHAT AM I WEARING: a dark blue hoodie and purple underwear i dont wear pants at night whoops

HOW MANY BLANKETS I SLEEP WITH: just one

DREAM JOB: honestly i dont know but i kinda wanna be a writer lmao

DREAM TRIP: mmm california probably

FAVOURITE FOOD: grilled cheese or any kind of sandwich really

NATIONALITY: american

FAVOURITE SONG RIGHT NOW: out loud by gabbie hanna

Tag (bare in mind you don’t have too):

i don’t really know a lot of ppl but if u wanna do it and say i tagged you go for it

[empiriconda]

skaihedas >>> franklaurcl

(im baaaaaack and so is my ship)

[skaiheda-fic]

Skaiheda: First Look

We’re releasing this tiny snippet in honor of @clexaweek2017‘s Canon Divergent theme day! 

For those of you who don’t know: Here’s our summary: 

Lexa Woods, a guard on the Ark, never expected to fall so deeply in love with Clarke Griffin, a prisoner in solitary. When the 100 are deployed to Earth, Lexa becomes a stowaway, swearing an oath to protect her love when they reach the ground. Before they can really gather their bearings on Earth together, they are separated, and think each other dead, until their fates collide once more, and Clarke is taken to meet the mysterious Grounder Commander.

This particular scene is Clarke and Lexa on the Ark, preparing for the masquerade party! 

“Lexa?” Clarke asked, unsurely, her voice wavering with the hints of her inhibitions, less like the Clarke Lexa had grown accustomed to, usually stubborn and more free.

“It’s alright, Clarke. I do this patrol route a million times before I come visiting. It’s clear, I promise.” Lexa’s tone raised a bit, and Clarke felt a sense of calm wash over her. It had been so long since she’d left the confines of her cell. So long since she’d been reminded that she was part of a community. There were other people, voices, even. The sounds of music, echoing throughout the corridors, bouncing off the steel, coupled with the laughter of partygoers.

Partygoers.

The thought startled Clarke. It was almost like an awakening.

Locked in solitary, alone with her thoughts, always on the cusp of consuming her, she’d forgotten that there was life, even on the floating hunk of metal they called the Ark.

For a moment, she forgot about why she was locked away, at the hands of her own mother, and Jaha. She forgot about their impending doom, the threats, the lack of oxygen, the possibility of solar flares, all the reasons why she’d become disillusioned with life itself.

Lexa was her solace, her oxygen to breathe, her protection. Lexa made her forget. Lexa made her want to live.

With Lexa, she wasn’t caged in a steel, floating prison in the black abyss of space. She wasn’t a martyr, she wasn’t the crier of some inevitable doom.

With Lexa, she was floating, witnessing a cosmic ballet before her eyes, relishing in hushed whispers of affection, the graceful touch of soft lips, all under the spotlight of twinkling stars.

She took in the girl before her, guiding her without hesitation, her hand reached out behind her to lock with Clarke’s. Her grip was warm. Lexa was always warm. She’d remembered the hateful rhetoric that had been drilled into her since she could remember.

She was supposed to hate Lexa, to recoil at the sight of her, to think less of her black blood and her low ranking position in the Ark’s ridiculous hierarchy.

But Clarke found herself thinking that there wasn’t a force in the universe that could make her feel any ill towards the girl. Lexa was an enigma, to her. Clarke thought that she knew all there was to know about the people of the Ark. Being the daughter of a chief, core engineer meant that she knew a life of privilege. And while there was not a strong dichotomy between the life of the privileged on the Ark, and those of lesser status, Clarke prided herself on being at the top of her class.

Lexa seemed cold, calculating, one might even go so far as to say she was callous, at first. Dedicated to her job, keeping her head down, and surviving as best she could in a world that wasn’t kind to orphaned children on the Ark.

Clarke had wrongfully judged her, at first, like an idiot. She’d fallen for her parents’, and the Ark’s culture of trappings and lies.

Lexa was anything but.

Lexa was a little like the stars that surrounded them, dancing in and out of the night sky, brightening, illuminating everything in her path. A bit much to try and take in, if looked at plainly, directly, at the surface. She could seem distant, irrelevant, something foreign and too strange to understand. Dangerous, even.

But underneath her facade, her carefully worn mask, pieced together cautiously, delicately, she was burning with unfettered passion. She had such a soft nature, such a gentle touch, often the image of effeminate grace, with words like soft-spoken poetry, to match.

Clarke was roused by her thoughts when she felt Lexa’s slender, toned arm brush against her side slightly, her long fingers moving to cup Clarke’s cheek.

Clarke noticed they were standing at the edge of the corridor they’d came from, steps away from merging into the main walkway, and into the event deck, where the ball would held.

Clarke could have remembered any number of nights there, arm slung over Wells’ shoulder, giggling as the two best friends would return from a night of innocent fun, unaware of what cold fates the future held for them. Clarke had always bristled, whenever Wells had taunted her by calling her innocent. She wanted to laugh in incredulity. Back then, before this mess with her father, her mother, and Jaha- she’d have argued that she was anything but innocent. She knew about her mother’s grittiest cases, and her father’s two near-death experiences. She knew she had talents for romancing her fellow classmates on the Ark, as she could name a few who were clearly enamored with her, but she’d never found herself feeling the same about them.

Clarke wanted to laugh at her former self. She’d have killed for her innocence, for her bliss, her carefree life, where her biggest worry was how she was going to get her hands on some of Monty Green’s famed Moonshine.

She felt all the memories, repressed and otherwise, somewhere in the depths of her conscience. She didn’t want to remember. Not when her future was standing before her, offering herself to Clarke so tenderly, so unselfishly, it ignited a spark in Clarke’s heart, in her gut. If Clarke’s hope for humanity was a dimming flame, or put out altogether, by her mother’s betrayal and the council’s support- Lexa rekindled it, fed it, nourished it, and protected it.

“Hi.” Lexa whispered, and Clarke realized just how close their bodies were, almost pressed against one another.

“Hi.” Clarke’s smile was lopsided, genuine, a rarity if not in Lexa’s presence.

“Are you alright?” Lexa spoke, and Clarke had to admire the way her words were always so elongated, enunciated, formal. It wasn’t as if she had an accent, but Clarke thought she sounded like a scholar, or a foreigner, at times, and it enchanted her. Clarke later learned that Lexa’s educational prospects were far different from her charmed life. Lexa was schooled almost entirely by herself, with guidance from various interim mentors in her youth. Clarke could remember from her earlier days, the council had fought a movement that demanded general education for all minors, if not specialization in a specific task.

The council had struck the idea down with great force. They’d wanted to retain their access to a plethora of clueless capital, labor they could apply to any field they lacked in, with little to no choice or say from the children who had no one to speak for them, like Lexa. And with the Ark’s harsh laws and ordinances, orphaned children weren’t particularly a rare event. Clarke remembered cheering as a young girl, when her mother entered their quarters, and gave Clarke a particularly cheery smile and kiss, telling her, “Mommy’s council just got their way, baby.”

Clarke swallowed the lump in her throat. “Lexa, I…” The words died in her throat, and Lexa furrowed her brow. No, tonight wasn’t about that. No matter how utterly disgusted and revolted Clarke was, at her society, at her past self- she could spend the rest of her days (and granted, they were numbered)- apologizing to Lexa.

But first, she could have this one night.

They could.

“Yeah.” Clarke nodded, watching as Lexa pulled away, moving to a panel in the wall. “Lexa? What are you-”

Lexa offered a soft, wry smile as she pried the panel open, revealing a shallow space.

“Lexa!” Clarke hissed, keeping her voice low despite the pounding music outside. “That’s vandalism of council property! That’s punishable by-”

Lexa chuckled softly, and Clarke paused. “I am a guard, Clarke. It’s alright. Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” Clarke breathed instantly, sincerely, and the whispered words brought a smile to Lexa’s lips.

Lexa wasn’t accustomed to that- that friendliness, that trust, that friendship. She found her heart thumping rapidly in her chest, as she pulled her items from the space, replacing it with her jacket

Clarke blinked, lost in how beautiful Lexa looked, as she shucked off her guard’s jacket, revealing a tight fitting black tank top underneath that clung to every inch of her muscled, lean figure. Lexa was breathtaking. She was beauty, power, strength, grace, personified.

Lexa brandished what appeared to be a collared shirt, slipping it on and buttoning it to fill her role as a partygoer.

Clarke glanced down at the change of clothes Lexa had brought for her, and felt a pang of guilt. Back before her life had take such a drastic turn for the worst, Clarke could have effortlessly found any number of dresses or fine clothing to wear. She realized now that Lexa was offering all she had, and it warmed her heart. Lexa had gone through so much to arrange this.

“If you’re not working the ball…where do the other guards expect you to be?” Clarke asked, softly.

“I was assigned to your cell block. I made arrangements with the other guards.” Lexa informed her quietly, removing any traces of her profession from her uniform. “Bellamy Blake is here, don’t startle if you see him. He knows I’m here with you.”

Clarke nodded, eyes flicking down to Lexa’s hands as she handed Clarke her mask, smiling as she replaced the panel on the wall.

Clarke’s eyes wandered over the intricate handmade mask, blue, with golden trimming. It was beautiful, with a quality of mystery to it. Clarke felt adrenaline begin to course through her veins, her heart thrumming wildly. She felt herself grow giddy at the prospect of spending an entire night, uninterrupted, with her girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

The world felt unfamiliar on her tongue, but Clarke was enamored with the taste.

Lexa was her girlfriend.

Lexa’s mask was green, with black and gold trim, and Clarke couldn’t help but notice the way it complemented her eyes, sitting on her high cheekbones, Lexa was a sight to behold. She’d freed her brunette waves from their bun, and they flowed over her shoulder.

Clarke couldn’t help but think she looked a lot like royalty.

“You look so beautiful.” Is what she settled on. She wasn’t shy or bashful about that, at the very least. Clarke was forward, bold, reassuring in her attempts to court Lexa. And she always succeeded in making the older girl blush.

“As do you.” Lexa answered, her voice barely there, as she let her fingers rest at her sides, looking uneasy, for a moment.

Clarke took the step forward, cupping Lexa’s cheeks, smiling when she felt Lexa’s hands move to her waist, as if to steady her. Clarke had to lean up to press her kiss to Lexa’s, as Lexa had a decent height advantage over her. She stood on the tips of her toes, grateful that she could lean on Lexa. Their bodies molded together so perfectly, so comfortably, it was as if they were custom made for each other.

Clarke kissed Lexa’s plump, pillowy lips with fervor, immediately feeling Lexa’s lip tremble slightly under her kiss, a weak sigh escaping her lips. Lexa was such a sensual partner. Everything she did- every whimper, every kiss, every slight shift in her balance, every gasp- it was driven by her emotion, by her heart, spilling over with emotions she’d pent up for so long.

Lexa gasped as she pulled away just enough to breathe, a crooked smile on her lips, as Clarke’s eyes fixed on the small freckle there with great adoration. Lexa was still breathing deeply, trying to recover from the way the intimacy shook her. Growing up, Lexa was starved of intimacy-people avoided touching her as if she had the plague, and could infect them at any moment. Her physical differences had wounded her, causing a great deal of her apprehension, her self-doubt, her childhood and adolescent suffering.

Clarke didn’t give touching her, kissing her, feeling her, holding her, a second thought. And Lexa found herself spiraling deeper and deeper into the great chasm of sentiments she held for Clarke.

Love.

She knew it was love. She wanted to shout it from the Command station, over the intercom for all to hear. She was enamored with the girl, in every possible way. Clarke was witty, brilliant, and so, so different. She was an artist, and a visionary. She’d spend nights telling Lexa about how she imagined the world, showing her with whatever charcoals she could scavenge, drawing out intricate displays of nature and serenity that made Lexa’s heart long for the home she’d never had. Lexa took one look at Clarke’s depiction of the Earth’s mountainous forests, and she simply knew, in another life, that was where she’d belonged.

She’d fallen in love with Clarke, easily, and while she hadn’t said anything for fear of Clarke’s rejection, she was beginning to realize that, perhaps, her fears were unfounded.

“Are you ready?” Clarke asked softly, regaining her attention as she pressed a kiss to Lexa’s cheek.

“Yes.” Lexa nodded, feeling dizzy at just the contact.

“I can’t believe our waltzing practice in my cell paid off.” Clarke murmured, half teasing- half genuinely in awe.

“I promised I would take you, if I ever got the chance.” Lexa murmured, hands sliding up Clarke’s back, drawing chills on her girlfriend’s body. “I am a woman of my word, Klark.” The way she said the name rang with some sort of familiarity, warmth, some sense of…home. The way her tongue carefully rolled Clarke’s name, the way she clicked the “k”. It was so, uniquely Lexa.

“Yeah?” Clarke challenged, flirty and teasing at first, but as she pressed on, her voice grew a little more melancholy. “…Well, then, promise me we’ll do this again.” She whispered, holding back tears.

Lexa knew why she was in solitary. She fell into a sort of shock when she’d learned, but like Clarke, she realized that telling anyone- creating chaos in a time of peace- that would have been foolish, despite her instincts to warn people, to save people.

Lexa wanted to save the very people who spit in her face, and called her a monster.

“We will.” Lexa dipped her head, to acknowledge the gravity of the promise, before leaning forward to press a soft kiss to Clarke’s lips, less shy than before. She leaned back, her lips grazing Clarke’s, barely hovering over hers as her virid gaze found Clarke’s cobalt response.

Clarke’s unspoken complaint hung heavy in the air. But what if there’s no time?

Lexa’s answer was in her gaze, in the way she regarded Clarke as if she were an ethereal being, an angel, a goddess. Her unspoken answer was all Clarke needed, and she understood, simply from her gaze. If not in this life, the next, and the one after that, and so on, until I find you again.

[peggysousfanarchives]

Fic Preview (Prompted)

This is a new fic for @sableu3​! She wrote an amazing prompt and I decided to pick it up and write it out!!

Death Breathes Life: 

Bellamy Blake has always had the ability to see and speak with ghosts. Every since he was a child they helped him protect his baby sister on the Ark, speaking and giving him warnings of the Guards. Even now on the ground they still appear. Many don't speak English or seem as helpful, until a fair skinned blonde ghost makes an appearance. 

How will her presence affect Bellamy and the rest of the Delinquents?

Here is one of the scenes so far😉

"You speak English!?"

The blonde smirks gently at this surprise and nods. "I do." He furrows his brow suddenly it isn't hard to understand why. He's wondering why she does and the others don't. "In our culture only strong warriors, leaders, and certain healers  speak your language."

"Why?" In response she shrugs.

"Its been that way for generations, skaiheda." Her use of her grounder tongue intrigues him. When he hears the other speak trig it normally annoys him, simply because he has no idea what they're saying. But hearing it from her? It was music to his ear.

"That means leader of the sky people, right?"

"Yes." He hums in acknowledgment and chances another glance at her. She's much closer than before and practically sitting beside him. She's so pale and transparent, yet glowing in the small fire.

She seemed so different compared to the others. Kinder, stronger, yet familiar? Not only because she spoke his language, but her presence was more comforting and kind. She looked similar to the others, her clothing layered  and hair done up in intricate braids, the length long. She had residual scars and red marks scattered over her neck, and there no doubt were small marks peaking from the hem of her shirt sleeve. Bellamy knew that the soul resembled the marks of the person's body before they died. So to see this young, beautiful, woman next to him covered with what is no doubt painful memories, he couldn't help but want to take it all away. What ever way she died... it wasn't pleasant. He knew better than to ask, however. Many spirits and remaining souls grew angry and violent when asked about their deaths.

"I'm Bellamy." He offers, and catches her eye to his. He sees her bite her lower lip and look away, unsure if she should respond. But to hell with it, she was dead. Why should it matter if this man from the sky knew her name?

"Ai laik Klarke, kom trikru. Well, I was anyway." Her expression saddens then, and Bellamy wishes for nothing more than to nudge her shoulder or embrace her tightly. No one she should have to live outside of death, wondering around and seeing others alive, while knowing they can never go back to their lives.

"Its nice to meet you, Clarke." Clarke looks over to him on her left, her blue eyes shining a little brighter than before, and the smirk on her lips turning upwards further.

"You too, Belomi."

"It's Bell-a-my." She furrows her brow and glances away. Confusion evident. He laughs lightly at her confusion and says, "You said my name wrong. It's Bellamy."

"Belomi." She repeats with a roll of her eyes, and his laughter rises.

"Clarke, its pronounced with an 'a'. Bell..a...my. Bellamy." She gives him an unamused expression, one he laughs at in return. It doesn't go unnoticed that her smile widens either.

"Alright... BellAmy."

[centuriesofexistence]

So you’re an absolutely amazing author and idk if you’ve heard of @effortlessly_opulent but she also writes wonderfully as you do. She’s doing a new fic called Skaiheda (basically lexa was a guard on the ark instead of the ground etc) and she’s looking for another co-author on the fic so I had to bring it up to you because you’re the best! But I do know you have a ton of other amazing fics on your own to work on but I thought I’d at least let you know if you’d be interested!!

Hey this is awesome! Posting it as a signal boost for the fic. Unfortunately I have too many projects and I'm already a slow writer as it is, so I can't offer any help, but everyone should go check it out!

[pnnzzlr]

good stuff.

Legends and Stars, 2017 - links to stuff

General tag:   http://the100-news.tumblr.com/tagged/legends-and-stars

Signed jerseys.

Photos:

richardsharmon Today was a dream come true. Playing a sport I love infront of a crowd in a professional stadium, with some of my best friends. @whitecapsfc: http://the100-news.tumblr.com/post/165430997553/richardsharmon-today-was-a-dream-come-true

theprpress We had an amazing time at the #VWFC Charity Alumni Match this afternoon in support of BC Children’s Hospital! (Bob + smile)  http://the100-news.tumblr.com/post/165430793558/theprpress-we-had-an-amazing-time-at-the-vwfc

@Mr_Sacho Sexiest strategy meeting ever. @WildpipM @hicusick http://the100-news.tumblr.com/post/165412460663/mrsacho-sexiest-strategy-meeting-ever-wildpipm

via Tasya Teles’ Instagram Story on September 16th, 2017 (boyfriends) http://the100-news.tumblr.com/post/165411451348/via-tasya-teles-instagram-story-on-september 

and: http://infobellarke.tumblr.com/post/165588085772/tasyateles-amazing-event-at-bcplace-supporting

Bob and Ian warming up (my fave photo tbh): http://the100-news.tumblr.com/post/165430571628/bob-morley-and-henry-ian-cusick-stretching-at-the

Bob and Ian in action (my other fave photo): http://stardust-blake.tumblr.com/post/165445924679/skaihedas-henry-ian-cusick-and-bob-morley-at-the

The cast of The 100 at Vancouver WhiteCaps Charity Match via frogphotography’s Instagram Story: http://the100-news.tumblr.com/post/165431855298/the-cast-of-the-100-at-vancouver-whitecaps-charity

happy Bob (+ tongue): http://stardust-blake.tumblr.com/post/165445610599/the100-news-bob-morley-at-the-whitecaps-fc

@RichardSHarmon Bobby. @WildpipM (RICHARD AND BOB HUG)  http://the100-news.tumblr.com/post/165431508768/richardsharmon-bobby-wildpipm

BOB and Lindsey and his new styled beard: http://the100-news.tumblr.com/post/165431692203/bob-morley-and-lindsey-morgan-at-vancouver

@RichardSHarmon: We ready. @WhitecapsFC @hicusick @WildpipM (TEAM BEARD) http://dailymorley.tumblr.com/post/165409776186/richardsharmon-we-ready-whitecapsfc-hicusick

BOB and IAN hug: https://cullensleftbuttcheek.tumblr.com/post/165431341336/me-yah-soccers-okay-but-im-just-not-into-dudes

FROG photography (close-ups): http://the100-news.tumblr.com/post/165479767403/bob-morley-richard-harmon-and-henry-ian-cusick-at

Bob + Ian: http://the100-news.tumblr.com/post/165473824763/bob-morley-and-henry-ian-cusick-at-vancouver or https://www.flickr.com/photos/katmtan/sets/72157689219914285/page1

FROG photography: http://the100-news.tumblr.com/post/165479767403/bob-morley-richard-harmon-and-henry-ian-cusick-at

JustJared photos (full body shots, Bob + Richard, Lindsey + Tasya): http://www.justjaredjr.com/2017/09/18/the-100s-lindsey-morgan-bob-morley-show-off-soccer-skills-in-childrens-hospital-charity-soccer-match/

https://twitter.com/bellarke_news/status/910161184351031296

xxx

xxx

  Videos:

Bob Morley at Vancouver WhiteCaps Charity Match (Bob drinking water): http://the100-news.tumblr.com/post/165431535730/bob-morley-at-vancouver-whitecaps-charity-match

Bob Morley and Henry Ian Cusick at Vancouver Whitecaps Legends & Stars: http://the100-news.tumblr.com/post/165431354600/bob-morley-and-henry-ian-cusick-at-vancouver

Bob Morley, KJ Apa and Charles Melton warm up for a charity soccer match: http://the100-news.tumblr.com/post/165431077363/bob-morley-kj-apa-and-charles-melton-warm-up-for

The Permanent Rain Press at the 2017 Whitecaps FC Charity Alumni Match. http://the100-news.tumblr.com/post/165656519113/stay-tuned-as-we-chat-with-this-years or https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=6&v=qFVGHq0-3s0

xxx

[gillytweed]

A Night in the Old World Chapter 2

Notes: A long awaited update to my ABO universe, and it’s once again fluffy as all fuck (although I have a feeling this one isn’t as good as the first chapter tbh). I’ve also discovered I really like having Clexa come in from the rain and be all soft and gooey with each other. 

First Chapter here

Lexa let out a shaky breath that almost became a groan as she entered her tent. The sky rumbled and the rain hissed down in sheets. It wasn’t exactly surprising as it was the middle of the rainy season, but that didn’t make it any less annoying. She was soaked to the bone, and all she wanted to do was lay down and curl up next to her Alpha where it would be warm and dry, however, there was a good chance she would have to wait for such things.

Clarke was just over three months into her training as a warrior and had gone on a hunting trip with Indra, the Beta having taken the blonde on as her Second. It had been a surprise that her General had offered to train the Skaiheda, but a welcome one, and while the training was grueling, made evident by Clarke’s sore muscles and pained groaning, the Alpha had made great progress, picking up things much faster than any normal Second would.

Once inside, she noticed the tent was much warmer than she expected, as she’d been gone from Ton DC for several days travelling amongst the smaller villages, however the low fire in the fire pit and the lump under the furs of her bed told her all she needed to know. She smiled as a low groan sounded from under the covers, a spark of happiness warming her chest.

“Lexa?” Clarke croaked, turning over with a grunt. It seemed the Alpha had returned from her hunting trip with Indra a bit earlier than expected. The Omega hummed, shuffling over and shedding her wet layers along the way. Off came her cloak, armour and boots, leaving her with her slightly damp undershirt and pants. She didn’t know how long Clarke would be in camp, but she intended to make the most of what little time they had.

“Hnnng, no, pants off. They’re wet.” Clarke mumbled as she shifted further onto the bed, making room for the Omega. Lexa sighed in fond exasperation as she kicked them off, along with stripping her equally damp shirt, before going to dig through the chest at the end of the bed to search for the long shirt Clarke had given her the night they’d agreed to be Alpha and Omega. It was made from soft fabric and was so long the hem hovered just above her knees. It had lost the Alpha’s scent, having been replaced with her own, but simply putting it on made Lexa smile.

“I love it when you wear my clothes.” Clarke murmured from her place on the bed, voice a happy sigh. Lexa hummed again as she made her way over, bending to press a soft kiss to the Alpha’s temple.

“And I love wearing them.” She could hear a slight purr from Clarke in response to her words, but it was unfortunately cut off by a low groan. “Sore, Alpha?” She loved the way Clarke shivered when she called her that, the slight tremble in her shoulders and the hitch of breath at the back of her throat. It was like a reminder that this Alpha, this one and this one alone, was hers, because no one else could draw such a reaction with a single word.

“A bit…” Her reply was muffled by the fabric of the pillow she’d pressed her face to, most likely hiding the slight flush that had crept onto her cheeks.

“Would you like me to do something about it?” She went back to her chest before she got an answer, finding the object she wanted almost immediately and holding it up. The bottle of massage oil glinted in the light of the fire, the blown glass reflecting the flickering flames. Clarke lifted her head in curiousity, eyes widening when she saw what her Omega was offering.

“Oh sweet spirits, please.” Clarke groaned and let her head collapse back onto the pillow. Lexa chuckled as she returned to the bed. Hearing Clarke use a Grounder saying was odd, but also rather funny, the syllables coming a little stilted, but the meaning was clear.

“Shirt off.” The command was soft and obeyed immediately, the blonde slipping off her top and tossed it towards the end of the bed before once again sinking back down. Lexa hopped onto the bed, oil in hand, and straddled Clarke’s waist.

The blonde’s back, once smooth pale skin, was now mottled with bruises of differing colours. Some were greenish yellow and well on their way to healing, while others were a darker purple, new since the last time they’d seen each other. Lexa paused for a few seconds, tracing her palms over the new marks and slipping her fingers under the blonde's chest bindings. The soft touches drew a light hum from the Alpha, bordering a purr.

Lexa smiled, a feeling of contentment sinking into her bones. Moments like these reminded her of how glad she was that Clarke had agreed to be her partner. Being partners with Clarke meant comfort and closeness, caring for each other equally. It meant that eventually she’d have no more nights alone, Clarke’s arms around her to ward off the cold. It meant always having someone to share her troubles with, to talk to at the end of the day rather than stewing in silence. It meant evenings like these, rain hissing outside while they enveloped themselves in their own little bubble, touching and soothing eachother's aches and pains.

Clarke whined as she drew her hands away, turning her head so she could peek at the brunette over her shoulder. Lexa smiled down at her, brushing Clarke’s mass of blonde hair to one side so she could bend down and press a kiss to the back of her neck. The Alpha smiled, a full blown purr rumbling in her chest. Not delaying any longer, Lexa coated her hands in oil, warming it slightly between her palms, before pressing them to Clarke’s back.

They sit in silence for several long minutes, only broken by Clarke’s soft groans and grunts as her muscles are loosened. It was nice, a calm and quiet moment, uninterrupted by the realities that awaited them just outside their tent. It was a moment where Lexa could care for her Alpha as the blonde had cared for her.

“I take it that Indra hasn’t been particularly kind in training.” She spoke softly, breaking the silence but keeping to the quiet atmosphere as she gently pressed and worked the aching muscles under her hands. The Alpha groaned low in her chest as a particularly large and knotted muscle was ground into by a strong thumb.

“I think she’s trying to push me to succeed actually.” The response was breathy, ending in a soft grunt that turned into a sigh as Lexa ran her hands up and down her back, not pressing, simply enjoying the feeling of skin on skin.

“How do you know?” The Omega coated her hands in a fresh layer of oil and went back to work.

“She keeps asking if I think I’m worthy of you.” Clarke’s response is quiet, almost hidden within the sounds of the rain hitting the tents canvas. Lexa raised an eyebrow at her response, but didn’t falter in her movements as the muscles loosened under her ministrations.

“Do you think yourself worthy?” If she was being honest with herself, Lexa was curious about Clarke’s answer. The blonde had always been rather reflective, thinking about the world in ways that few else could.

“Not yet, but I want to be.” Clarke answered after several moments of deliberation, making Lexa pause. The answer was unexpected, far more humble than she ever expected from an Alpha, yet also such a Clarke answer that she couldn’t help but smile

“Well, you will always be worthy to me.” Lexa murmured as she leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss behind Clarke’s ear. The soft assurance had the Alpha smiling and rolling over underneath the Omega so she was laying on her back, Lexa now perched on her hips.

“You’ll always be worthy to me too.” The response had them both chuckling, moving together so they could meet halfway for a kiss. Lexa hummed against Clarke’s lips, hands on the blonde’s stomach where she could feel the start of defined abdominal muscles.

Before her training with Indra, Clarke hadn’t been the strongest Alpha, far preferring to solve her problems with words and cleverness than fists and blows. But now, three months later, after grueling daily training, the fruits of her labour were starting to show through. She’d lost the last of the softness that had clung to her face, her jaw and cheekbones having become a bit more defined, and any extra fat she’d had was quickly burned away from the endless exercise.

It made her look different. Not in a bad way, simply different. The Alpha held more confidence, standing straighter and speaking with even more authority than she had when the two had first met. It seemed that on the ground Clarke was finally growing into herself, becoming the Alpha she was always capable of being.

Pulling away slightly from Clarke and her wonderfully soft lips, Lexa shifted, laying down atop her Alpha’s body, slipping one leg between the blonde’s as she nestled into her neck. Warm arms quickly came up to embrace her and pull her close.  

She purred softly as Clarke’s fingers gently tangled in the soft hairs at the base of her neck and massaged the base of her skull. The movements eased a pressure in her head that she hadn’t even realized was there. Clarke’s chest rumbled beneath her, adding the sound of the Alpha’s purr to her own. The combined whiring had her eyes fluttering with sudden tiredness.

“Do you leave again soon?” She managed to ask before sleep dragged her under. She wanted to know if she’d be waking to an empty bed the next morning.

“Not until the day after tomorrow.” Clarke sounded equally tired, a yawn breaking the sound of her purr for a moment. “Indra said we needed a day of rest.” Lexa hummed in response, groping down near their knees for a fur to drag over them. Once she’d succeeded, a cocoon of warmth around them, she settled down to sleep.

She’d been tired when she’d returned to the tent, but the sight of Clarke had driven it away. Now, however, comfortable and warm and draped over the one she loved, sleep pulled at her. They had all of tomorrow to spend together, and she intended to make the most of it, but for now they would rest.

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Quality fam time: Heda and Wanheda taking their mini-me’s out for a nice stroll in the flower field after a morning council meeting

Meet Alex and Jake. Greatly inspired by @effortlessly-opulent‘s Skaiheda fic ;)

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by Prisa_kom_Azgeda

My childhood was never 'traditional'; not even close. I was born in a metal box but raised on the ground by the strongest human that ever lived. My name is Hadley Markson and this is my story.

Words: 2901, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Aden (The 100), Original Female Character(s)

Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa

Additional Tags: Skaiheda, second to the commander, Natblida, i wrote this instead of paying attention in class, Originally Posted on FanFiction.Net

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