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cascowriteswords · 11 months

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hi everyone 👋 i wrote something [[the one where i found this in my google docs from months and months ago and finally finished it and accidentally created a teeny tiny fwb au]]

“Is this why you invited me over?”

Lexa humphs. She tries to take her phone back from Clarke’s grabby little hands but no luck; Clarke uses her shoulder to block her, shoulders rounding as she leans over the phone possessively like Gollum with a ring.

“It’s not, but - oh, wow, Lex. These are - these are really bad.” Clarke can barely get her words out around the laughter bubbling up from her chest. Lexa’s ears burn and her cheeks pink as she collapses back against the couch, half wishing the cushion would just swallow her whole. She crosses her arms and tucks her chin against her sternum, the definition of sulking while Clarke ridicules her dating profile. She swipes through profile pictures - the main one with Lexa proudly holding an 8lb bass she’d caught last summer, the next of her locked in an arm-wrestling match with Anya, another posing with Lincoln’s golden retriever puppy in the middle of a baseball diamond.

Lexa thought the pictures were good, making her look attractive and showcasing some of her personality - outdoorsy, athletic, good with animals.

Clarke apparently doesn’t share her opinion.

“The fish pictures. What is it with the fish pictures? I thought it was a straight white boy thing but. Well, you don’t quite fit that bill.“

“I’ve gotten a lot of matches and compliments on my pictures, thanks. Especially on the one with the bass. Can I have my phone back now?”

“Yeah, I see that. Hm, here - Kylie Jones. Has a boyfriend but wants to experiment if you can be discreet. She’s excited to have found a lesbian that isn’t so ‘butchy’ - her words, definitely not mine. And then Dana Walters, who has a Let’s Go Brandon t-shirt on in her profile pic. Really reeling in the all-around 10s I can see.”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Lexa lurches forward and catches Clarke by surprise enough to wrest her phone out of her hands. She promptly hits the lock button and slips it back into her pocket. “They’re not all like that. I’ve gotten plenty of perfectly nice, fully vaccinated girls replying too.”

“Why are you even on Tinder?” Clarke changes her line of questioning. “I’ve never heard of anything good coming from it. People just use it to hook up.”

Lexa shrugs. “Maybe that’s all I’m looking for. I’m not searching for love.”

Because she’s already found it. She exchanges a meaningful look with Clarke, who undoubtedly picks up on her unspoken thought. But Clarke had told her she isn’t ready to be with anyone, not yet. 6 months ago. And Lexa’s willing to wait - she knows that Clarke’s ex-boyfriend had cheated on her and understands that she isn’t ready to jump back into dating right away. But she’s also human and has needs and 6 months is a long time. So, Tinder.

Clarke looks thoughtful. She keeps staring at Lexa and Lexa stares back, not quite sure why her heart is beating a little faster in her chest. “So you’re just looking for meaningless sex? No strings attached?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“I can do that.” Clarke looks completely serious but Lexa’s certain she must be joking. She’d rejected her when she'd asked her out on a date all those months ago and they’ve been platonic friends ever since, and now this? She’s offering sex? Cannot compute. “You don’t need to go out and meet these random strangers. That doesn’t sound safe, or fun.”

Lexa can think of a dozen reasons that’s a horrible idea, starting with the fact that she’s in love with Clarke and Clarke is not in love with her. It’s a recipe for a disaster. “Uh, it’s nice of you to offer but -”

“Are you horny right now?” Clarke interrupts, effectively shutting Lexa up. “Because if I’m honest you’ve been driving me nuts in those jeans all day.” Her eyes rake up and down Lexa’s body and Lexa swallows, mouth suddenly dry. Clarke’s hand is on her knee now and she isn’t sure how or when it got there.

“Clarke, we really shouldn’t,” she says, but she’s unable to keep the hitch out of her breath when Clarke scoots a little closer, slides her hand a little higher. It could be a trick of the light but it looks like her pupils have gotten bigger, infiltrating normally-blue territory.

“You don’t want to?”

“You know I do,” Lexa laments. “It’s just that -”

“Feelings. I know,” Clarke sighs. She’s rubbing circles over the faded denim covering Lexa’s inner thigh now, absentmindedly. “So you’d really rather fuck some stranger?”

“Not at all,” Lexa admits. “But…”

“Maybe it would be easier than you think. To separate the physical from feelings?” Clarke suggests. Lexa’s pretty sure sex would just compound her feelings. She bites her lip, torn and uncertain. Her heart and her body want one thing but her head is warning her against it. “Okay. Okay, I’ll stop pushing, I’m sorry. I’m being an asshole. You said no.” Clarke says, smiling in a sweetly apologetic way. She pulls away and returns to her separate space on the couch, sighing, looking adorably flustered.

Flustered because she wants Lexa. Fuck. And Lexa wants her. So what are they even doing, sitting here feeling tortured? Her resolve breaks quickly. “Okay,” she says. Clarke’s eyes snap up to meet hers, full of question. “I know you said you’re not ready for a relationship right now, but if you feel like you’re ready to sleep together then we can try -”

Clarke is across the couch and in Lexa’s lap so quickly it almost knocks the wind out of her. Lexa had thought she was the only one pining and wanting and lusting after her best friend but despite Clarke’s rejection, she seems equally as desperate and frantic as she crushes her lips to Lexa’s. And fuck, it’s even better than Lexa had imagined it would be. Clarke’s lips taste like her vanilla chapstick and she winds her fingers through Lexa’s hair and Lexa has never felt so consumed by a kiss. So wholly unable to think of anything else, her pulse fluttering wildly as her hands find and settle on Clarke’s hips. Clarke reacts to the touch and grinds down and Lexa is briefly embarrassed by the moan that flies out of her mouth, until Clarke mumbles, “Fuck, that’s so hot,” against her lips. She nips at Lexa’s lower lip then, pulling it between her teeth and biting down just hard enough to sting, eliciting another moan.

Lexa normally prefers to maintain a little bit more control during sexual encounters, but with Clarke in her lap kissing her furiously and rocking her hips she finds herself more than willing to relinquish some control. Things move fast and slow simultaneously from there, time blurring as they lose themselves in one another, all roaming hands and hungry mouths. After an indeterminate amount of time Clarke reaches down and deftly undoes the button of Lexa’s jeans. Following a quick check-in to which Lexa very quickly consents, Clarke slips her hand under the elastic of Lexa’s underwear and runs her fingers through her, finding her already slick with anticipation.

“Fuck, Clarke,” Lexa gasps at the sensation, hips jerking involuntarily.

“I’ve got you,” Clarke murmurs softly, stilling long enough that Lexa opens her eyes, not quite remembering when she’d shut them in the first place. She’s not prepared for what she sees; the softness in Clarke’s eyes as they search hers, the lust and want clear in them but also something…else. Something she can’t quite put her finger on, and she doesn’t have time because Clarke starts moving again and renders her incapable of thinking of anything other than how fucking good that feels.

“I’ve got you,” Clarke says again, before leaning back in to swallow Lexa’s groans.

Lexa is fucked - literally and figuratively. Because the more Clarke says that, and the more Clarke keeps touching her like that, the more she realizes that ready for her or not, she’s already very much Clarke’s.

#what could go wrong!!#nothing of course #this was a very good idea #clexa #clexa au

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cookie-sheet-toboggan · 10 months

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#j/7 #san junipero #kelly x yorkie #dirty computer #Janelle Monáe #tessa tompson #elsie hughes #Elsie x Clementine #Admiral Cain #grace x dani #dark matter #clexa #shepard x liara #raffi x seven

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reallygroovyninja · 2 months

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Empty Nest

The front door creaked gently as Clarke pushed it open, stepping into the familiar quiet of their home. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, dappled light across the entryway. She let out a long breath, setting down her keys on the small table by the door.

Her fingers sifted through the stack of mail she had picked up — bills, a couple of promotional flyers, and a postcard from their son’s college. She held the postcard a moment longer, tracing her finger over the bright, cheerful image on the front before placing it aside.

"Lexa?" Clarke called out, her voice echoing slightly in the empty space. There was no response, just the soft hum of the house. She frowned slightly, moving further into the living room.

The cushions on the couch were neatly arranged, just as she had left them that morning. Clarke's gaze swept across the room, the familiar decor somehow accentuating the silence. "Lexa, are you home?" she called again, a hint of concern threading through her tone.

With a growing sense of unease, Clarke began to walk through the house. The kitchen was pristine, the countertops clear except for a vase of fresh flowers that Lexa must have put out. Clarke paused, admiring them for a brief moment, before continuing her search.

She moved down the hallway, her footsteps soft on the hardwood floor. The door to their home office was ajar, and Clarke peered inside. The computer was off, the chair pushed in. No Lexa.

Finally, she reached the door to their bedroom. It was closed, which was unusual for this time of day. "Lexa?" Clarke’s voice was softer now, tinged with a mix of worry and confusion. She reached out, her hand hesitating briefly before turning the knob and pushing the door open.

The door swung open quietly, revealing their bedroom bathed in the soft afternoon light. Clarke's eyes immediately found Lexa, sitting on the edge of their bed. Her posture was slumped, a stark contrast to her usual upright, composed demeanor. Her eyes were downcast, fixated on her hands folded in her lap.

Clarke's heart clenched at the sight. The air in the room felt heavy, laden with an unspoken sadness. She stepped inside, closing the door gently behind her. "Lexa?" she asked, her voice a mix of concern and caution.

Lexa didn't look up. The silence stretched between them, filled with a thousand unasked questions. Clarke moved closer, taking tentative steps until she was just a few feet away from the bed. "Hey," she said softly, trying to catch Lexa's eye. "What's wrong?"

There was a palpable tension in Lexa's shoulders, a visible effort in the way she kept her gaze averted. Clarke could almost feel the weight of Lexa's thoughts, the burden of whatever was pressing down on her.

Clarke sat down on the bed, close enough to be there for Lexa, but giving her space. She resisted the urge to reach out, to bridge the gap with a touch. Instead, she waited, her own heart pounding in her chest.

Finally, Lexa lifted her head, her eyes meeting Clarke's. There was a depth of emotion in her gaze, a mixture of weariness and something else Clarke couldn't quite identify. But Lexa remained silent, the words she needed to say trapped behind a barrier Clarke couldn't see.

The room was quiet, save for the distant sounds of life outside their window. Clarke watched Lexa, a growing sense of helplessness settling over her. She wanted to help, to understand, but the distance between them felt like a chasm too wide to cross with just words.

"Lexa, whatever it is, we can... we can talk about it," Clarke said, her voice a gentle plea. But Lexa just continued to sit there, her eyes now fixed somewhere beyond Clarke, lost in thoughts she wasn't ready to share.

After a few moments, heavy with silence, Lexa's voice finally broke through, quiet yet laden with a weight that immediately captured Clarke's full attention.

"I don't know," Lexa began, her voice barely above a whisper, "I don't know if I'm still in love with you." Her words hung in the air, stark and raw. She paused, taking a shaky breath. "I love you, Clarke, I do. But... I'm just not sure it's the same as it used to be."

Clarke felt as if the ground had shifted beneath her. She struggled to process Lexa's words, each one echoing painfully in her mind. Her heart raced, a mix of fear, confusion, and a deep, aching sadness.

"But... how?" Clarke managed to say, her voice trembling. "What changed, Lexa?"

Lexa looked up, her eyes meeting Clarke's. There was a vulnerability there that Clarke had rarely seen. "I don't know when it happened, or how," Lexa said, her voice steadier but still tinged with uncertainty. "It's not something I decided. It's like... slowly realizing that the way I feel about you has shifted. It's more like a deep care, a respect, but the... the passion, the in-love part, it's not like before."

Clarke felt a lump forming in her throat, her mind racing with memories, questions, doubts. She wanted to reach out, to find a way to fix this, to turn back time to when things were simpler, happier.

"But we've been through so much together, Lexa. We've built a life, a family," Clarke said, her voice laced with desperation.

"I know, and that's what makes this so hard," Lexa replied, her expression pained. "I've been trying to understand it myself, to figure out if it's just a phase, or if... if this is really how I feel."

The room was filled with a heavy stillness, the kind that comes after a storm, when the world is still reeling from the impact. Clarke felt numb, unable to fully grasp the reality that the person she loved, the person she had spent two decades with, was questioning their love.

"Is there... is there someone else?" Clarke asked, the question slipping out before she could stop it.

"No, no, it's not about someone else. It's about us, about me," Lexa assured quickly, her eyes earnest. "I'm just trying to be honest with you, and with myself. I don't want to keep pretending that everything is okay when it's not."

Clarke nodded, a silent tear rolling down her cheek. She knew this was just the beginning of a long, difficult conversation, maybe even a series of conversations. But in that moment, all she could feel was the heartbreaking realization that the love of her life was slipping away, and she didn't know how to hold on.

Clarke sat there, motionless, the words echoing in her mind like a relentless tide. She stared at Lexa, searching her face for something, anything, that might suggest this was just a momentary doubt, a fleeting fear. But Lexa's expression, open and pained, told a different story.

"This can't be happening," Clarke murmured, her voice a mix of disbelief and despair. Deep down, she had sensed the growing chasm between them, the subtle changes in Lexa's demeanor, the quiet evenings that had become too common. Yet, acknowledging these silent warnings felt like giving in to a reality she wasn't ready to accept.

"Clarke," Lexa reached out tentatively, her hand hovering in the space between them, unsure. "I'm so sorry. I wish I could make this easier."

But Clarke couldn't focus on Lexa's words of consolation. Her mind was reeling, grappling with the realization that the foundation of their life together was not as solid as she had believed. "How long have you felt this way?" she asked, her voice breaking.

"I don't know," Lexa admitted, her voice heavy with regret. "It's been growing for a while. I tried to push it away, thinking it was just a phase. I didn't want to hurt you, or our family."

Clarke felt a deep, hollow ache in her chest, as if the ground beneath her had given way. She had imagined many challenges they might face, but the thought of losing Lexa's love had never crossed her mind. "So, what does this mean for us?" she asked, the fear of the answer making her voice quiver.

Lexa sighed, a sound filled with sorrow. "I don't know, Clarke. I'm so confused. I don't want to lose you or the life we've built, but I can't keep pretending everything is the same."

Tears welled up in Clarke's eyes, blurring her vision. She had always prided herself on being strong, on being able to face any challenge head-on. But this, the potential unraveling of their two-decade-long love, felt like an insurmountable obstacle.

"I can't believe this is happening," Clarke whispered, her voice barely audible. The life they had carefully crafted together, the dreams they had shared, now felt like distant memories, slipping through her fingers like grains of sand.

As Lexa reached out, finally bridging the gap to gently touch Clarke's hand, Clarke pulled away, not out of anger, but from a need to protect herself from the pain that the touch now represented. She needed time to process, to understand how the love that had been her anchor was now the source of her deepest heartache.

In the silence that followed, filled with unspoken fears and uncertainties, the realization settled in: their journey ahead would be fraught with challenges, and the future they had envisioned together was no longer a certainty.

Clarke felt a suffocating tightness in the room, the walls seeming to close in around her with each passing second. The air was thick with the weight of Lexa's confession, and Clarke found herself struggling to breathe, to think clearly. She needed space, air, anything but the oppressive atmosphere of the room that had once been a sanctuary for them both.

"I need to think," Clarke said abruptly, her voice strained. She stood up, her movements rigid and mechanical. "I need to process this... I can't stay here right now."

#so this was the story I was going to release for the event today #I want to change the title from Empty Nest because that was more a placeholder for me #i got told by someone who read this that a punch in the gut would probably hurt less #anyway this one is painful #because its about what happens when you hit a point in your marriage where you don't know if you want to stay or not #hopefully I will get this one finished in the next couple weeks #clexaweek

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jknighttoku10 · 2 months

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Lexamus-prime: THE DANGEROUS ZAXIS-MAN!!!

LEXAMUS-PRIME/THE DANGEROUS ZAXIS-MAN

NAME: LEXAMUS-PRIME.

HUMAN NAME: Zack Torres.

Other names: Green boy (Hate’s that name), The dark avenger, King of the beasts, Animal, destroyer, protector, Child of the monster. Death, Monster king, The lethal protector. L.P. Hatchling.

Code name: Zaxis-man or GOJIRA CONVOY.

Real name: Lexa Zaxis.

Alignment: Maximal (good, anti hero)

Full robot mode hight: 40 m.

Human size height: 7 feet 6 inches (229 cm)

Human form height: 5'9” (1.75 m)

Alt modes: transmetal 2Gojisauras, human, turbo semi Truck, flight mode/jet.

Strength: 9.0

Intelligence: 10.0

Speed: 8.0

Endurance: 9.0

Rank: 10.0

Courage: 8.0

Firepower: 10.0

Skill: 9.0

Weapons (both cybertronian/full robot and hi-q/human size and beast mode ) : Combat Swords, shield gun, morph gun, combat claws/bone claws, teeth and tail, main sword the Primal Rage, shoulder cannons, arm sword and sawblade, chains(they work like spawn’s, venom’s and ghost riders) , cannons from trailer drone.

Powers and Abilities(both cybertronian/full robot and hi-q/human size and beast mode ): Atomic breath, spiral heat ray, radiation heat ray, durability,prehensile tail, tail spikes, anti-flash protective membrane for swimming, symbiosis, nuclear pulse, durability(not that strong against certain weapons), intelligence (he holds it back sometimes because of his anger and doubt), Amphibiousness, Physical abilities, Plasma Cutter(spiked tail attack), copy ability/power configuration.(on weapons and vehicles only)

Likes: His team/family, meeting new people, being called by his real name and/or human name by his friends, 80’s and 90’s music, Hanging with others, exploring places that are new to him, relaxing, and swimming in the ocean. Seeing others happy and safe (that includes the people of the planet he protects) Food, reading, tinkering with his stuff(weapons, computers and gadgets), Learning new things.Kirby. Dislikes: Seeing those he knows or who are innocent and can’t defend themselves get harmed or worse, psychos, greedy and corrupt people and soldiers, those who talk bad about him and his friends and family. power hungry villains, poachers, the Predacons, some members of his team pickering and arguing, being lied to and secrets being kept from him and people trying to kill him and his friends and family. Those who use those he knows as bait.

Personality: Lexamus is a bot who has problems but tries not to let them get to him. He cares for his team even if they occasionally drive him crazy. Knows how to have fun(sometimes). He stands up for others who can’t stand up for themselves. He is still an anti hero. But all of that he struggles as a person always scared to let others new to Him in and is bad at talking to people sometimes, but he loves to try new things even its unknown to Him and his anger doubt and past will sometimes get the best of him when it comes to himself and/or others around Him.(if they get hurt our worse he will get really mad and show how angry He just like the doom slayer) He is learning to improve His skills on science and combat even tracking from those He meet, but some people See Him as a dark hero, a monstrous brute full of rage when fighting but on the inside, He is A person who’s strong enough to be gentle in his own way. And he prefers not to join parties (sometimes) he just likes to run around and leap and explore the jungle, cities and look at the night skies. Reading, tinkering.

Back story: Back on cybertron Lexa and his twin brother were trained by the mighty Grimlock before and then Dai-atlas one of the great swordsmen of crystal city at a young age but then. The cruel Elitist Sentinel prime ordered His scientist to force Lexa and His brother and other children to be a part of the power master program to beat the Decepticons. The experiment worked but Lexa struggles to take the lives of those who weren't a part of the war even questions His commanders orders but he suffered hard abuse from him and forced to take lives of any age made Lexa sick to his stomach. but after Sentinel prime’s death and after they left to Earth Lexa Took the form of earth’s most powerful creature GODZILLA form before he saw humans where no better than the Decepticons and corrupt Autobots he served under after seeing the wars, pollution and abuse on the planet. he and his team let their anger out on the humans to respect their new home but then was chosen by Optimus primal’s energon matrix to become Lexamus-prime and put his selfish rage and anger aside to protect the humans he hates from the true enemy The Predacons lead by the current leader of the Predacons and Decepticons. Megatron Zero. but he still struggles with his anger and past and doubts.

Teammates/Family: Groundspike/Luke(best friend and advisor) , Aliza/nora, Zontrax/kenny (adopted son), Red-dog/Johnny, Straxes/Wu, Leonix/Mike, Zora/Mei, Amelia-q, T-AI, Quickswitch/Jeff , Blaze Saber/Joey ,Blue, Delta, charlie,Echo(the zilla sisters). Huaman (human sister).

#lexamus-prime #hasbro #toho #godzilla #transformers #tokusatsu #art #maccadam #chains #J-knight artwork #j comics #super hero #anti hero #kaiju

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kpforpresident · 1 year

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Mad!Clarke meets Trying Her Best!Lexa in a library

As someone who is currently spending more time at school/home than in my own apartment, I feel this in my ~soul~. We are taking this a physical meeting not a first meeting, since I read this prompt and my brain went !!! NY AU Clexa!! So forgive the self indulgence. I need to eventually make an NY AU moodboard but I simply cannot be fucked.

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Lexa absently ticks her pencil against the worn desk, shifting to tuck a sweatpants-clad leg under her as she slouches forward, eyes still glued to the massive International Law textbook that lay in front of her.

Around the large reading room, the sounds of flipping textbook pages and the scratch of pens on paper echoed through the large room, the intricate ceiling above lit by the warm glow from the green-hued reading lamps sat atop each long wooden table. Students slouch in the dozens throughout the room, some hunching over keyboards, others scribbling intently in notebooks.

Lexa stretched her neck side to side absently, as she dully flips to the next page in the chapter, rubbing a graphite-dusted hand across her tired eyes as she desperately tries to focus.

She takes a sip of the ice-cold latte that sits above her computer, wincing at the taste as she tries to commit to at least finishing the chapter before she trudges across the icy campus to the little apartment she had just moved into with Clarke a few weeks ago.

A smile slips unbidden across her face as she thinks of Clarke, messy mop of golden hair tousled by the morning breeze as she had hung out of their second story window and waved goodbye this morning, blowing dramatic kisses as Lexa had blushed and speed walked away towards the subway line. Clarke had plans to head to her own campus later in the day, to work on her capstone art project. Lexa thinks longingly of home, and dinner, and hopefully Clarke in a bathtub, with lots of bubbles, and maybe a bottle of wine.

Reinvigorated to finish the chapter and head home, Lexa props her chin in her hand as she continues to read, uncapping her highlighter between her teeth as the neon tip hovers over the page. She has almost touched the marker to the page when the doors fling open with a bang. Market cap still firmly clamped between her teeth, Lexa absently glances up to try and see who has barged into the quiet study room.

Lexa almost inhales top of the highlighter as she spots a fuming blonde stormcloud marching her way, Clarke’s face drawn in a fierce frown. She’s decked out in paint-splattered coveralls, a smear of green paint marring a flushed pinked cheek.

Lexa spits out the marker cap, raising halfway out of her seat as Clarke slams down her backpack, ignoring how heads across the room raise curiously to peek at the newcomer.

“Clarke, what-” Lexa whispers urgently as she hovers her hands over Clarke’s figure, trying to ascertain if she’s hurt. Clarke slumps over with a huff, propping her head in her hands. She’s oblivious to the stares of the students around her.

“Pike, that’s what,” Clarke hisses in a stage whisper as she packs away Lexa’s books into the worn black backpack hanging over Lexa’s chair, shoving them in with such ferocity that the wooden chair creaks in protest. “He fucking trashed my project, said I have to start it all over again! It’s due in two weeks!!”

The librarian looks over with a frown as Clarke snaps the International Law book shut so abruptly that the noise echoes.

Lexa winces as she grabs her bookbag and her irate girlfriend, gently guiding her out past all of the students that turn their heads back to their work as the pair quickly leave the study room.

Free of the librarian’s stare and the glares of her fellow students, Lexa brushes her hair out of her face as she turns to face her fuming girlfriend. The wooden door swings shut quietly behind them, the chill of the night settling in.

“Are you ok, love?”

Tears well in bright blue eyes as Clarke gazes up at Lexa, folding her arms around the slim frame as she burrows in for comfort.

“Pike, he, he scraped my whole project,” Clarke managed to sniffle out through a massive sob. “He said it wasn’t what I should be angling for a capstone project and that it wasn’t my best work. What happens if I don’t get a job from this, Lex? What happens if I blow my shot?”

Lexa laces a hand behind Clarke’s neck, pulling her sweatshirt sleeve over her hand to swipe at the tears that were falling down Clarke’s cheeks in diamond trails.

“Clarke, you have more heart and talent in your pinky than Pike has in his entire washed-up body. Don’t let him get in your head- you can do this. Why don’t we go home and order in?”

Clarke tilts her head up, nosing under Lexa’s jaw as she thinks over her proposal. Lexa runs soothing hands over Clarke’s arms, pressing a kiss to the golden crown as she tries to infuse the action with as much love as possible.

“Yes….as long as it can be from the Thai place on the corner?”

“I’ll run you a bath before I go to pick it up,” Lexa promises as she tugs her down the block and towards home. “Let’s try and stay on the librarian's good side from now on, hmmm? I have two more years to get through, darling.”

Clarke’s laugh can be heard down the block as the girls walk hand in hand home.

#ny au #clexa #clarke x lexa #thanks for the prompt!#this is completely self indulgent once again #ny au clexa

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beecastle · 2 years

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Red Glimpses Ch. 2

In a world where soulmates are believed to be extinct, Reader has a podcast following her journey in trying to find her perfect match. Marcus loves listening to it because it gives him hope that one day he’ll find his…

Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: soulmate au, changing pov (Marcus/Reader), slow burn

A/N: Thanks to the wonderful @nothoughtsjustmeds for beta reading! And thanks to everyone for giving so much love to chapter 1, this adventure is just starting 😌❤️

MASTERLIST / SERIES MASTERLIST

The thief had done exactly as Rowand and Marcus expected him to. He led them straight to the buyer and to the warehouse they hoped all the missing artwork was in. Once there it had been only a matter of waiting for backup to go in. Numerous art pieces had been retrieved and were going to be rightfully returned to the museums they belonged in all over the world after being categorized. Marcus’ job is done. But for the first time since he became an FBI agent, he doesn’t feel as proud and happy with the accomplishment, and this is probably the biggest of his career. If anything he feels anxiety and frustration blooming in his chest, unlike anything he had ever felt before.

He's assigned another case but there's no room for work in his mind, not when his soulmate is out there. Not when all he has been able to focus on since he last saw you were your eyes. Their color had become his favorite color, yet he couldn't find it anywhere but in his memory, in real life, the shades were never quite right.

“I’ll call you.”

He cringes at the memory. He is an FBI agent for god’s sake, he was trained to think under pressure. He should have asked for your name or given you his. Anything to help him find you. But looking at you and at the glimpses of red wrapped around your finger, his mind had gone blank. He reaches for his pocket to take out his phone but his hand bumps into something else and takes out your phone.

Your phone.

He completely forgot he had kept it. He sends a silent prayer to anyone who is listening before trying to turn it on, to no avail.

He takes a deep breath. This is no time to feel overwhelmed, he needs to think of solutions. And for that he has to be rational, emotions kept at bay.

The conclusion he reaches is that he could use some help. So he takes the phone downstairs to Lexa, the woman who is in charge of techs hoping she can work some magic in it and bring it back to life.

Lexa starts examining the phone as Marcus recounts the story of what happened to it. She doesn't seem to believe him but nods along anyway. “I may be able to fix it but it’s going to take a while, Pike.”

A glimmer of hope.

His heart leaps at the now real possibility of seeing you again.

“That’s okay, thank you.” Marcus turns around and starts walking away from the office when his coworker calls behind him.

“You’re buying lunch once I fix it.”

He sits down at his desk, fidgeting with a pencil and wondering if he could pull some strings and get video from security cameras nearby, or perhaps get the sketch artist to draw you and search the image on the FBI database, which hopefully you’re not in, but he’s running out of ideas. There's so much he could do but with it not being a real case he would need to ask for permission to use the FBI's resources on it. A tenth of the budget had been slashed last year, and as a result of that, the way each agent spent money and resources had to be closely monitored.

His mother's words echo in his mind.

It has become impossible for people to find their soulmates .

Maybe his mom is right. Maybe he's putting too much mental energy into this. He doesn't even know if what he saw was a trick of the morning light. It could have been anything, it would make sense for it to be anything else but the red string.

Still, he needs to talk to you and discover the truth, and for that, he needs to find you. He turns on his computer ready to do some research when a notification from earlier today of a new Red String podcast pops up. There isn’t supposed to be a new episode today, it’s three days too early. Curiosity gets the better of him and he clicks on it, only to be redirected to a page that says “Sorry this does not exist.” The most likely reason for this is someone made an error and uploaded the podcast on the wrong day and upon noticing their mistake it was deleted.

But perhaps someone managed to download it before it was deleted, out of all days, today he needs your optimism about soulmates. So he searches the web.

To say he’s shocked by the numerous articles that pop up would be an understatement. As he opens Twitter he notices it’s trending, and everyone is tweeting either the news or their reaction to the news. The whole internet is talking about one thing and one thing only: Red found her soulmate.

Apparently, she had told the news during a live podcast that had since been deleted from all official platforms. However, when it comes to the internet once something is uploaded, it will remain there forever. All it takes for Marcus is a simple search and results start popping up left and right.

PR stunt or real soulmates?

Red needs our help!

Is she stringing us along? Red says she’s found the One!

You’ll never believe who Red’s soulmate is… Click the link to see the pic!

The Red String search is over

There are hundreds of reuploads of the original podcast, and he clicks on the first result, his attention dragged away by the drama. Red’s familiar voice comes through the speakers, but it sounds different this time, speaking fast as if she fears someone would stop her at any moment. She starts by saying that she couldn’t get his name and asks for the listeners’ help to locate him.

She met her soulmate today and so did he. Perhaps there was something special to this summer’s day.

As Red recounts the story, the podcast is relegated to the background as Marcus turns to his own search for answers. It’s not until she mentions the spilled iced coffee that he stops typing and turns his full attention to Red. He rewinds to the beginning and a shiver goes through him as she recounts the meeting. THEIR meeting.

Red saw the glimpses of red too.

Red is you .

Before you finish the story, Marcus’s already jumping into the DMs of every single social platform you’re in. He writes and rewrites a message until he’s left with a perfect retelling of the meeting, with details only he would be privy to.

He rubs his face with his hands, while he feels the beating of his racing heart in every part of his body. He hopes this is enough. He needs this to be enough.

He sends it and waits for a response.

How naive of you to think this would be like the fairytales you were told as a child. There is no happily ever after that comes as easy in real life as it does in stories. If this was a fictional tale, your soulmate would send you a DM and the whole process would be magical. In real life, there were thousands of DMs flooding all your social media. People claiming to be him, others asking for advice on how to find their soulmates, and some calling this entire thing bullshit. There was no way you could get through all of them, not alone.

Your phone rings. Camila has been insistently calling for the last ten minutes but you don’t answer. You know what she is going to say and you don’t care to hear it. Your phone is put on silent as you lay on your bed trying to find a solution for the mess you now find yourself in. Perhaps you could ask some friends to help you go through the messages? But that would mean revealing that you're Red, and you're not sure that's something you're ready for.

After about fifteen minutes of thinking, your doorbell is ringing. Peeping through the cameras you find Camila waiting outside, her arms crossed and looking like she came in a rush, her hair disheveled and her clothes not matching like they usually would. You don’t want to open the door but how worse can this get? You open the door to be faced with a woman who is barely keeping her anger contained. Before you say anything she is already inside your house and pacing around your living room.

“Why would you say that, Red?” she gives you a cold stare. “Do you know how many people will stop listening now that you told them you found your soulmate?” She lets herself fall on your couch with a heavy sigh. “Who are we kidding? The damage is done. All that's left is to go with this little fantasy of yours. We’ll figure something out and make this work in our favor.”

“It’s not an invention, Camila. It’s real. I finally met him.”

“So you say, honey, but do you really think soulmates can exist?” Her condescending tone makes anger bubble inside you. “It’s naive to think that." She shakes her head and laughs. "But I guess that exact naivety is what makes you charming. We’ll solve this, just let me handle this.”

You sit next to her, hands folded neatly in your lap to keep you from fidgeting.

“He’s out there, Camila, and he’s looking for me.”

“How do you know that, darling?”

“Because I’m looking for him ." People in the past, including your grandma, used to say that once your connection with your soulmate increases you'll eventually be able to sense some of the emotions they're feeling. Whatever connection you have with your perfect stranger is extremely weak still, but you can feel some intense feelings from him. You're not able to pinpoint which ones but you know he's searching for you too. "And finding each other is what soulmates do.”

She stops dead in her tracks and it’s as though something changes because the next second she’s smiling. “Okay, darling, I have an idea, we’ll find this man.” The sudden emotional change unnerves you. But the rational part of you screams that this is exactly what you want, with Camila on your side, this will be a lot easier. “After all, your followers deserve to continue with you on this journey, don’t you think? They have been with you during the search, you are even asking for their help, you need to give them the ending. Show them that all of this was worth it.”

As much as you hate admitting that Camila is right, it makes sense. You do owe your listeners, they have been loyal for a long time, and they have the right to see how this ends. And you will give that to them but not right now. This is something that you want to be just yours and his at least for a little bit.

“Okay, you can help me but when I see him again it’s just going to be the two of us. Alone,” you remark before she has a chance to say anything else. “I’ll tell my followers about it in the next podcast, but I’m not sure I want to ever reveal my identity or his. If I did, the possibility of having a normal life would be gone forever.”

“Of course, darling, don’t worry,” she assures you. “Just tell me what he looks like, and any other details you remember and I’ll call you as soon as I know something.”

It’s early in the morning, the team is having a briefing on the latest art robbery that has happened in the city when Marcus’ phone rings. He takes it out of his pocket and upon seeing it’s an unknown number he excuses himself in order to go outside and answer it. His heart is doing somersaults in his chest at the possibility of you being on the other side of the line. He presses the green button and holding his breath he takes the phone to his ear.

“Hello, is this Marcus Pike?” It’s not your voice.

“Yes,” he masks his disappointment with neutrality. “Who am I speaking with?”

“I’m Camila Burbano, Red’s agent.” At the mention of your name, he perks up. “I am calling to ask for details about the message you left on Miss Red’s Instagram. Can you tell me more about your meeting so I can confirm whether the details match with what she has told me?"

Although she cannot see it through the phone Marcus nods eagerly. He goes on to describe what you look like, the clothes you were wearing, and the type of phone you had. His job has trained him to have an eye for detail so he has an easy time recalling this information.

Camila hums on the other side of the line. “Lastly, can you send a picture of yourself to this number so Miss Red is able to confirm if it’s you or not?”

He does as he is told. His fingers shaking and his heart going a thousand miles per hour at the possibility of meeting you again. “I’m sending your picture to her. Hold the line, please.”

Marcus’ anxiety grows with each passing second. What if she says it isn’t him? What if he said something wrong about their meeting? Had she been wearing a turquoise or a green top? What if-

“She says it’s you.” Camila's words stop his racing mind. A wide smile appears on his face, those cute dimples showing up

He found her. And she found him. They are going to have their happy ending. The wait would be worth it, love is going to win.

“But before you meet her, there’s something else," Camila pauses briefly as if she doesn't want to deliver the following words, "she wants to live stream the meeting if that’s alright with you. I know it might be a bit too much… but Red wants to do it for her followers, so they don’t lose hope that one day they too can have your luck and find their perfect person.”

Marcus doesn’t need to be asked twice. “Of course, whatever she wants.”

“Great, I’ll send you some papers for you to sign just for legal reasons, and then I’ll text you the place and the time for your meeting.”

When the document arrives later that evening, he quickly scans over the words, something about filming your whole love story. If this is what Red wants he’ll sign it, whatever it takes to see her again.

Once he sends back the papers, Camila texts him that he needs to be in the place where you first met, tomorrow, and that you'll meet him there. Additionally, they are going to be sending him some outfits that will match Red’s so you two will look amazing together. Marcus isn’t too sure about putting on such a show, he’d love nothing more than to meet you as you truly are and show you his authentic self. But he also knows that he’d move heaven and Earth for you. If you want to broadcast your meeting and you want it to look perfect, then he’ll do whatever he has to to make you happy.

You’re meeting your soulmate today.

Despite your initial wariness and distrust, Camila had come through and found him for you. Your soulmate is Marcus Pike, an FBI agent working in the Art Crimes division.

You are so happy that you don’t even care when Camila comes in with outfits you’d never actually pick for yourself, arguing you had to look good. After all, you were gonna want to have pictures you could show your followers if you decided you wanted to show them your face. Her words make sense, so you change into one of the outfits, and at your agent’s insistence, you get your hair done by a professional. When it’s done you look in the mirror, the person staring back looks like you but isn’t quite you. Before you can overthink it any further Camila is behind you, her usual big smile plastered all over her face.

“You look beautiful, darling, Marcus is one lucky guy.” She hugs you. Well, if you can count her approaching you and surrounding you with her arms without actually touching you a hug . “Now smile, because today is your big day.”

Camila offers to drive you there, and with you being a mix of nervousness and excitement, it seems wise to accept her offer. As you travel through the city, people continue to live their lives not knowing that the possibility of soulmates is about to come back after being gone for two decades. Your meeting with Marcus has the possibility to change not only your life but the whole world. There is a lot of pressure for this to go well.

Sweat has accumulated on your hands and you sneakily wipe it away on the side of your clothes. The song that the radio is playing says something about finding the one you’re looking for, very fitting. Camila parks in front of the coffee shop, and standing in front of it, looking at his watch, is Marcus. He’s dressed in a completely different style than the last time you saw him, perhaps this is how he dresses when he’s not working. There’s so much you can’t wait to find out about him. You feel a pull to him and as you exit the car you don’t stop to wonder if it’s something soulmate-related or your own excitement.

The second his eyes spot you walking towards him, he gifts you the brightest and cutest smile. You can’t help but walk to him a little faster, and he mirrors your actions closing the space between you with swiftness. When you arrive in front of each other, not only can you see the red thread going from your finger to his, it’s definitely there this time, as if someone had tied a piece of yarn between you, but you can also feel its presence around your pinky finger, a slight tug that pulls you to him. He takes your hand in his and looks at it, tears filling his eyes.

“It’s real,” he whispers, and you nod pressing your forehead against his. You stay like that, listening to each other’s breathing for what feels both like a couple of seconds and an eternity at the same time. “I’m so glad I found you, Red.”

“Me, too.”

As you open your eyes you notice a small mic clipped to his shirt and take half a step back, your hands still linked together. “What’s that?” you ask, trying to make sense of what is happening.

“It was Camila’s idea so everything is recorded just like you wanted.” A shadow settles on your face for a brief second as you process his words. But then a man who had been standing behind a car, approaches holding a camera and you carefully mask your expression with what you hope looks like a real smile.

“Anything you want to say to the one million people who are watching live?” the man asks. Your mouth feels dry, you need to get some water. You look at Marcus who seems to sense your uneasiness, and squeezes your hand.

“We did it, we found him.”

#marcus pike #the mentalist #soulmate au #bee castle writing #pedro pascal

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sassymajesty · 1 year

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HEY i was rereading your southern au to remember some things and i thought i'd come here and ask if you could maybe consider giving us a tiny little spoiler of what's to come...

it's not much but it's honest work

“I didn’t realize I had so much stuff here,” Costia says from behind the pile of things forgotten here over the years. Her voice is steady, but her accent is thicker.

A deep breath is all the break Lexa gets. She finds Costia crouched by the boxes, pulling a computer keyboard from under her favorite apron, the tent her dad let them borrow a couple years ago folded beside her.

It is a lot of stuff. And somehow, not enough.

Three boxes — that’s their story.

In a desperate attempt to comfort Costia in any possible way without crossing any boundaries, Lexa folds her arms behind her and clears her throat. “Would you like some coffee?” A warm drink isn’t the same as a hug, as a kiss to her forehead and the certainty that they’re gonna be okay. But it’s a start.

Costia lets everything fall back to the box — she’ll have time to go over every memory, the same way Lexa did, when she gets home. “Sure. Will you help me get the boxes in the truck after?”

Lexa nods, motions for Costia to go on first.

They make it past the living room in a quiet that prickles, uncomfortable as it can be, and Lexa starts to regret the offer, wonders if letting her go wouldn’t be easier than spending some time together in the house they once thought they’d grow old in. But Costia looks more at home than her —as she always did.

Making a beeline to the coffee maker —a fancy thing with a built-in grinder, a gift from Costia a few Christmas ago—, Lexa grabs two mugs and pours all her attention into making that coffee. It helps the awkwardness she’s feeling, doing something with her hands. Even if she can feel Costia’s eyes on her, even if she knows there’s nothing either can do to make things go back to normal right now.

When Lexa pours milk on Costia’s mug to get some froth going, she notices the mug she picked up. The one with lavender springing from the bottom and wrapping around it. The one Costia claimed to be her favorite out of all the mugs in the world. Lexa makes a mental note to wash it right after they finish their coffee and put it into one of the boxes for Costia to take it home.

“How’s your girl?”

#did i smile like the grinch when i wrote that? yes. did i hurt my own feelings? also yes #anon #nina's mail #💌

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mjparkerwriting · 9 months

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9 People Tag

Thanks @rickie-the-storyteller @camillenrose @mthollowell-writes @words-after-midnight @scribe-of-storiesand @mjjune (sorry. a lot of people tagged me 😭)! I decided to combine these tags because there’s only like 1-2 things different. I’ve been slacking lately but I’m still here.

LAST SONG: Palace/Curse by The Internet

LAST MOVIE: idk lol (okay I checked my Letterboxd) it was The Graduate

CURRENTLY READING: Life for Sale by Yukio Mishima

CURRENTLY WATCHING: the last thing I watched was an episode of ATLA

LAST THING SEARCHED FOR WRITING PURPOSES: three act structure vs six act structure (I really was curious about how the two differ and how they’re the same)

THREE SHIPS: This is difficult.

Lexa and Clarke from The 100. I’ll never forgive the CW for what they did. We could’ve had it all.

Zuko and Katara from ATLA. I wanted it as a child and I still want it now. IDC! IDC! IDC!!!

Toni and Shelby from The Wilds. My heart broke when I saw they cancelled it.

CURRENTLY CRAVING: sushi

CURRENTLY CONSUMING: not current but I just had a breakfast croissant sandwich a couple hours ago

CURRENT OBSESSION: I just got a new computer and I got Sims and now I’m just drowning in mods. I need to stop before I get a virus.

Gently tagging @macabremoons @sm-writes-chaos @writernopal @neapaulatan @digital-chance @yesireadbooks @elean0rarose @elbritch-kit and @thatndginger

#writeblr #tag game

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starscatteredsky · 8 months

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hey this is kinda a specific question, but would you be able to do names that start with L with themes like tech, robots, science, space, and math? (no need to cover those all, just for ideas!) object names or normal names are cool! thanks so much!!

Robot, technology, math, science and, space related names starting with L

I’m always happy to find more, but here’s what I got! enjoy!

I wasn’t sure if you wanted masc, femme, or neu, so i did a bit of all of them!

enjoy! -mod mono

Famous mathematicians/scientists/robots/etc

Leonardo/Leo/Leon (real person)

Lamarr (real person)

Lovelace (real person)

Lyla (robot/ai across the spiderverse)

Linguo (simpsons robot)

Louie (robots name in silent running)

Leía (starwars)

Space

Luna (moon)

Leo (constellation)

Lyra (constellation)

Larissa (greek nymph, constellation)

Leda (greek character/ star)

Lindsay (lindsay shapley ring galaxy)

Random robot names

Led/LED (LED lights)

Logan (randomly generated)

Lex/Lexa (randomly generated)

Light (lights, randomly generated)

Lotus (lotus software)

Lisa (local integrated system architecture)

Link (links of computers/ coding)

Linux/Linus (operating system and it’s creator)

Logic (logic based code)

Lydia (couldn’t find the orgin for this but it was started to be technologically related)

Linnea/Linear/Linnaeus (greek scientist/ the word linear is math related)

Libro (spanish for book)

Lemma (a generally minor, proven proposition which is used as a stepping stone to a larger result. For that reason, it is also known as a "helping theorem" or an "auxiliary theorem".)

Lost (randomly generated)

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lexa-griffins · 28 days

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Do farm clexa have a sustainable/organic way to have clittor wars?

****glitter wars

Avdjsnsodndodndodnd 🤣🤣🤣🤣

I feel like Saige and the twins are the kiddos who want to play with glitter the most. But although Lexa is alright with regular messes, a glitter mess is muuuch more than she can handle 😂 the moment she sees Clarke trying to sneak that plastic glitter into the house she is demanding it to be hidden away, she doesn't care how much of a softy Clarkr is for Saige, Skie and Willow's puppy eyes, she will not infest the house with glitter.

"But you have cream with glitter on it!"

"Did you ever eat glitter because I put glitter cream on my chest? Because you will with that one!"

"Not without wanting to...."

In the end Clarke has to console her children crying and begging for glitter and after some searching on the family's massive tower of a computer and laggy internet, she manages to find some homemade diy glitter fun with salt and food coloring. Still doesn't make Saige's drawings sparkle and she isn't allowed to throw it out side all willy nilly but she gets to live of her fairy dreams and the twins can actually lick the damn glitter because those two tiny goblins really just wanted to taste it 😂

#letter opened #farm clexa

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missouri-witchcraft · 2 years

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Hello, Jasper!

I've been contemplating the difficulties of compiling local resources in my usual methods, and I was reminded of this project of yours! If I can't find a sufficient resource for all this stuff, I'll make my own as well.

I can easily find resources on flora and fauna in the scientific sense, and while I am lucky for that and use it much in my personal magic, it's harder finding magical resources that don't solely talk about sage (as it grows lots here in the southern cali desert).

Do you have advice for researching local folklore and magic, or for finding resources? I'm not sure if it's an easy question to answer, as our local communities and environments are very different in many ways, but I'm sure anything you have to share is helpful!

~ Lysanthiir (not really)

Hello, Lysanthiir!

When it comes to researching the magical properties of flora, fauna, crystals, and anything else, I have to draw a lot on the UPG of myself and others. I have *possibly thousands* of posts of correspondences saved on my computer, which is then compiled alongside stuff from books and folklore I can find on places like Wikipedia or Academia.edu.

A lot of local folk magic is passed down from person to person. There are a lot of strange rules regarding this passing of information, but some people follow the rules more loosely than others - especially because the rules vary based on place. I recommend just talking to people around you and asking about superstitions, local healers, and stuff like that. People get jumpy when you call it magic or witchcraft.

As for written works, try focusing on historical stuff for your most local area. For me, the best I usually get is the Ozarks, which I'm technically in but barely so.

@serpentandthreads has a Discord server for folk magic practices, so people in there may be able to help and guide you to other sources!

As for the non-local books I use, here's a list. I use these books for correspondences, so be aware that not all are up to par. I'll put an asterisk by the ones I really recommend for information beyond the correspondences.

Elements of Witchcraft series. Various authors. 2020-2021.

Grovedaughter Witchery*. Bree NicGarran. 2016.

Kitchen Table Magic*. Melissa Cynova. 2017.

Potions, Elixirs & Brews*. Anais Alexandre. 2020.

The Ancient Magick of Trees. Gregory Michael Brewer. 2019. (Helps with tree identification and focuses on American and British trees.)

The Crystal Zodiac. Judy Hall. 2004.

The Encyclopedia of Crystals. Judy Hall. 2006.

The Encyclopedia of Magickal Ingredients. Lexa Rosean. 2005.

Tree Magic. Sandra Kynes. 2021.

If you're interested in a look at Appalacian-based folk magic, I recommend Roots Branches & Spirits (H. Byron Ballard, 2021). If you're interested in city-based magic, I recommend City Witchery (Lisa Marie Basile, 2021). These two books can help you get a look at how things adapt and change in different places.

I hope this helps you, Lysanthiir!

~Jasper

#jasper post #asked and answered #lysanthiir

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aqqleshiqqing-archive · 1 year

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🍳Hello Hero, I have some questions for you to answer! The 🧡 and 💜 asks!

Also! Tell me a little more about your relationship with Alexa! What do you guys like to do for fun? And how is it being best friends? :D

- Right-o! Thank you for coming, these are really fun to entertain!

🧡 who worries more about the other?

- Ah... that would definitely be me. Mari, Alexa and I are around the same age range, but I will never leave the big brother title ever. Alexa is like my brother, Kel. She gets herself into accidents or silly mishaps, but at least she owns up to it and tries to fix it. She just scares me sometimes and I feel the need to monitor her at times... weird I know, but it just happens. But I don't have to worry about her when it comes to emotions because it's her who would worry about that, and it's towards me. She's very sweet and will always make room for others to talk it out.

💜 what is something you would like to say to Alexa right now?

- Hi, 'Lexa.

You're the best. All of my friends are the reason why I'm still here, but I want to personally let you know that I am forever indebt to you, you're an incredibly strong-minded person and I'm thankful that you're the one to help me cope from past events when I needed it. I don't know what would happen to me if we didn't cross paths at that day. I'm positive she thinks the same.

You talk about how you want to be the best at everything, a jack of all trades you say. It sounds far-fetched to me, but you're good at everything, and you're incredibly good at being such a great buddy, hahah! Smile for me! (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)⁠

• Tell me a little more about your relationship with Alexa! What do you guys like do to for fun? And how is it being best friends?

- If it's only her and I, we tend to indulge in each other's hobbies since it's fun to learn from each other! I taught her how to cook simple dishes since she's actually ... not too good in cooking. But she's gotten better actually! She once cried over the phone with me, realizing she could make her own lunch and telling me how she didn't need anyone to help or even order outside and it was all thanks to me. I laughed and told her good job, because I knew she'd be a little hopeless outside once she starts going to college by herself.

She taught me computer programming, because she'd like to be a part of the video game industry. I was admittedly a little... confused. It's all numbers and strings of text but, just like her — I was able to program a little game of just walking and jumping. It's not much, but it's interesting!

We also like to go out together, it could be anything really. It's just that sense of bonding that makes me feel close with her. We can even go a day without talking much and we knew we'd have fun anyways.

Being best friends with her, it's wonderful. That's all I can really say. I feel like I'd be repeating myself explaining why she's the best, but it's true. I love her a lot, and I hope she understands that ... I know she does, but hahah, you know. ( ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)

- 🍳

#f/ovember #♦️ pixel breakfast #(this whole reply hits deeper for me after reading that comic.... agh :') )

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raccoonhearteyes · 1 year

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when are you breaking our (Lexa's) heart next??

Tonight or tomorrow! It’s written.Just need a chance to get back to my computers.

#clexa #lexa #the invisible life of addie larue #clexa au

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reallygroovyninja · 4 months

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Under the Mistletoe

In the seclusion of her office, Lexa sat with her fingers steepled, staring at the softly glowing screen of her computer. The city outside was draped in festive lights, but her mind was far from festive. She was grappling with a surge of nerves, the kind that fluttered and twisted in her stomach. The company's Christmas party was approaching, a grand affair that, this year, held a significance far beyond corporate celebration.

Lexa and Clarke had come a long way from their initial arrangement. Over the past three months, what had started as a convenient façade had blossomed into something much deeper. They had acknowledged their feelings, stepping into the uncharted waters of a true relationship. Yet, despite this new understanding, Lexa found herself hesitating.

Asking Clarke to the party as her alpha, openly and without the safety net of their previous pretense, felt daunting. It was a public acknowledgement of their relationship, a declaration to her colleagues and the world. Lexa feared the scrutiny and the whispered judgments, but more than that, she feared what it might mean for Clarke.

Taking a deep breath, she reached for her phone. Her heart pounded in her ears as she dialed Clarke's number, each ring amplifying her anxiety.

"Hey, Lexa," Clarke's voice came through, strong and reassuring.

"Clarke, hi," Lexa's voice wavered slightly. "I was wondering if you… if you'd be my date for the company Christmas party. As my alpha," she added quickly, wanting to make her intentions clear.

There was a pause, and Lexa's heart sank a little. Had she been too forward? Had she misread their situation?

"Lexa," Clarke finally spoke, her voice calm and steady. "I'd love to. But are you sure? This is a big step for us."

Lexa exhaled, a wave of relief washing over her. "I am sure. I just… I'm nervous, Clarke. This will be the first time everyone will see us together, really together. And I'm worried about how it will be for you."

Clarke's chuckle came through the phone, warm and affectionate. "Lexa, being with you, openly, as your alpha, is exactly what I want. Don't worry about me. We'll face whatever comes together."

The tight knot of anxiety in Lexa's chest began to unravel. "Thank you, Clarke. That means everything to me. Having you there, not as a facade but as you… as us, it's more than I could ask for."

They talked a little more, finalizing the details, but Lexa's heart felt lighter with each word. As they ended the call, she leaned back in her chair, allowing herself a small smile. The party would be a turning point, the first of many, she hoped, where they could be themselves, an alpha and omega embarking on a journey together. The nerves were still there, but so was the excitement of a future with Clarke.

The evening air was filled with a crisp winter chill, but inside Lexa's apartment, a warm anticipation hung in the air. She stood, a figure of elegance in her cocktail dress, the soft fabric hugging her curves in all the right places. Her hair fell in gentle waves around her shoulders, and her makeup was done with impeccable taste, enhancing her natural beauty.

As Lexa opened the door, her breath caught in her throat. Clarke stood there, exuding a quiet confidence in a sleek, well-tailored tuxedo. The contrast of the dark suit against her strong frame and the gentle glint in her eyes made Lexa's heart race. Clarke was strikingly handsome, and in that moment, Lexa felt a surge of attraction stronger than she had ever experienced.

"Wow, Clarke… you look amazing," Lexa breathed out, her eyes wide with admiration.

A soft, knowing smile played on Clarke's lips as she stepped inside. "You're absolutely breathtaking, Lexa," she replied, her gaze lingering appreciatively.

For a moment, they stood in the doorway, the tension between them a palpable thing. Then, Clarke stepped closer, her eyes locked onto Lexa's. Gently, she cupped Lexa's cheek with her hand, leaning in. Lexa's heart pounded in her chest as Clarke's lips met hers in a kiss that was both tender and filled with unspoken passion.

The kiss was a spark that ignited a warmth in Lexa, chasing away any lingering nervousness. It felt like a confirmation of their connection, a seal on the new chapter they were beginning together. Lexa responded instinctively, her hands finding their way to Clarke's shoulders, pulling her closer.

As they parted, Lexa's eyes fluttered open to meet Clarke's, now sparkling with affection and a hint of playful mischief. "Ready to make our debut?" Clarke asked, her voice low and inviting.

Lexa nodded, a smile spreading across her face. "More than ready."

The night was alive with the spirit of the holidays as Clarke smoothly navigated her red sports car through the city streets. The car's engine hummed a low, steady rhythm, a counterpoint to the festive lights and decorations that adorned the city. Lexa sat beside her, the warmth and comfort of the car's interior providing a stark contrast to the bustling, chilly evening outside.

As they wove through the traffic, Lexa couldn't help but admire Clarke's effortless driving. Clarke's hands were steady on the wheel, each turn and maneuver executed with precision and confidence. The car seemed like an extension of herself, a testament to her control and poise.

Lexa glanced out the window, watching the blur of holiday lights and decorations that lined the streets. There was something inherently exciting about riding in Clarke's sports car. It wasn't just the luxury or the speed; it was the feeling of being in a space that was distinctly Clarke's. The interior of the car, from the sleek dashboard to the comfortable leather seats, seemed to reflect Clarke's personality – elegant, sophisticated, and just a bit daring.

Turning her gaze back to Clarke, Lexa found herself caught in the allure of the moment. Clarke's profile was illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard lights, highlighting her strong jawline and the determined set of her eyes. Lexa's heart fluttered at the sight, and she felt a deep sense of contentment wash over her.

As they continued their drive, the city gradually gave way to the more open roads leading to the country club. The traffic thinned, and Clarke took the opportunity to gently accelerate, the car responding instantly to her touch. The smooth surge of speed brought a thrill that made Lexa's pulse quicken.

"You handle this car like a pro," Lexa commented, a note of admiration in her voice.

Clarke glanced at her with a grin. "I love driving it. It's not just about getting from point A to point B; it's about enjoying the ride."

Lexa smiled, feeling the truth of Clarke's words. The journey to the country club in Clarke's sports car was indeed an experience to savor. The sense of motion, the purr of the engine, and Clarke's confident presence beside her – it was exhilarating.

As they approached the country club, the elegant facade of the building came into view, its windows glowing warmly against the night sky. Clarke eased the car into the parking area, finding a spot with ease.

The engine fell silent, and for a moment, they remained seated, the quietness of the car enveloping them. Lexa looked over at Clarke, her heart full.

"I could definitely get used to this," Lexa said softly, "riding in this car with you."

Clarke reached over, taking Lexa's hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I hope you do," she replied, her voice tender.

Together, they exited the car, stepping into the crisp night air. The excitement of the evening lay ahead, but for Lexa, the journey there with Clarke had already made the night special. The car, the drive, Clarke's presence – it was a perfect beginning to what promised to be an unforgettable night.

The grandeur of the country club's interior, adorned with festive decorations and the soft melody of holiday music, provided a splendid backdrop as Lexa and Clarke made their entrance. Lexa, exuding elegance in her cocktail dress, felt a mix of excitement and nerves. Clarke, embodying the poised confidence of an alpha, was an anchor of strength beside her.

Their first encounter was with a group of division presidents, influential figures within the company. As Lexa approached, she felt their eyes on them, appraising and curious. She could sense their surprise at seeing her accompanied, a stark contrast to her usual solitary presence at such events.

"Good evening," Lexa greeted, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. Clarke's hand resting lightly on the small of her back was a reassuring presence.

"Lexa, we didn't expect you to bring someone," one of the presidents remarked, his attempt to mask his surprise only partially successful.

Lexa smiled, a touch of defiance in her eyes. "This is Clarke Griffin, my alpha," she introduced confidently. Clarke extended her hand, her demeanor both respectful and assertive.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all," Clarke said, her voice carrying an undercurrent of confidence. Her handshake was firm, the grip of an alpha that spoke of strength and assurance.

The presidents exchanged brief looks, their surprise giving way to polite acceptance. The conversation quickly shifted to business, a terrain Lexa navigated with her usual acumen. Clarke listened attentively, chiming in occasionally with insightful comments that displayed her understanding of the industry.

Lexa noted with satisfaction the way Clarke's contributions were received – with nods of acknowledgment and interested follow-up questions. Clarke wasn't just her alpha; she was earning respect in her own right.

Amidst the glittering ambiance of the country club, Lexa and Clarke gracefully approached a group where the corporate echelon, including several board members and CEO Thelonious Jaha, stood conversing. The air around these influential figures was heavy with a mix of business and subtle power plays, the kind of atmosphere where every word and gesture mattered.

As they neared, Lexa’s demeanor was one of calm assurance, bolstered by Clarke’s steady alpha presence beside her. Clarke, familiar with the group from previous encounters, exuded a composed confidence.

"Mr. Jaha, good evening," Lexa greeted, offering a nod to the CEO and the other board members. "I hope you've been well."

Thelonious Jaha, a figure of both respect and authority, turned with a welcoming smile. "Lexa, always a pleasure. And Clarke," he extended his greeting, his familiarity evident, "how’s the practice? Keeping you busy, I imagine?"

Clarke responded with a respectful nod and a warm smile. "Indeed, Mr. Jaha. It's thriving, and there's never a dull moment. It’s challenging but rewarding work."

Jaha nodded, his expression showing genuine interest. "That’s excellent to hear. It's important to have a pursuit that drives you. Keeps you grounded."

The conversation gently meandered from Clarke’s medical practice to more general topics, including recent advancements in healthcare. Clarke’s contributions were insightful, reflecting her deep understanding and passion for her work. The board members, some meeting Clarke in this context for the first time, listened intently, visibly impressed by her expertise and the eloquence with which she shared her views.

Lexa, observing the interactions, felt a deep sense of pride and admiration. Clarke, her partner, was shining in her element, effortlessly engaging with some of the most influential individuals in her professional world. The respect she commanded as an alpha, combined with her intellectual prowess, made her an undeniable presence in the room.

As the discussion eventually shifted back to company matters, Lexa seamlessly re-engaged with the conversation, her insights and leadership abilities coming to the forefront. Throughout their interaction, the partnership between Lexa and Clarke was evident – they were a team in every sense, complementing each other’s strengths and standing united in their personal and professional lives.

After some time, as they politely excused themselves to continue mingling, Jaha’s parting remark carried a tone of respect and acknowledgment. "Always good to see both of you. Lexa, your leadership continues to impress us, and Clarke, your accomplishments are commendable. You make a remarkable team."

Moving away from the group, Lexa felt a comforting sense of validation. The evening was not just an opportunity to socialize; it was a reaffirmation of her and Clarke's growing partnership. Together, they were more than just an alpha and an omega; they were a dynamic duo, respected and recognized for their individual strengths and their synergistic relationship.

As the evening wore on, the festive spirit of the Christmas party seemed to fill every corner of the country club. The soft sound of laughter and music mingled with the clinking of glasses, creating a warm and convivial atmosphere. Lexa and Clarke, having navigated the evening’s interactions with grace and poise, found themselves momentarily at the edge of the lively crowd, enjoying a brief respite.

They stood close to each other, engaged in a light-hearted conversation, when Anya approached with a playful grin on her face. "Well, well, look where you two have ended up," she said, her eyes glinting with amusement.

Lexa and Clarke followed Anya’s gaze upwards and found themselves standing under a sprig of mistletoe, its green leaves and red berries hanging innocuously from the ceiling. The realization brought a flush to Lexa's cheeks and a sparkle to Clarke’s eyes.

"Looks like tradition calls for some action," Anya teased, her smile widening as she observed their reaction.

Clarke, with a mischievous look in her eye, turned to Lexa. “What do you say? Shall we honor the tradition?” Her voice was low, tinged with a playful yet tender note.

Lexa, caught in the moment and the warmth of Clarke’s gaze, nodded shyly. The room around them seemed to blur into the background, the noise fading away as Clarke leaned in closer.

With a gentleness that contrasted with the mischief in her eyes, Clarke’s lips met Lexa’s in a sweet, tender kiss. It was a soft, affectionate gesture, yet it held within it the depth of their feelings for each other. The world around them seemed to stand still, the kiss a delicate seal on their bond.

As they parted, Lexa’s eyes fluttered open to meet Clarke’s, now soft with affection. A gentle blush colored her cheeks, a mix of joy and the slight embarrassment of the public display.

Anya, watching the scene, let out a delighted laugh. "That’s the spirit," she exclaimed, her tone warm with approval. "You two are absolutely adorable together."

Lexa smiled, her heart still racing from the kiss. Clarke’s arm slipped around her waist, a gesture of comfort and closeness. “Thank you, Anya,” Lexa replied, her voice steady but still tinged with the remnants of the moment’s magic.

The evening continued, with the partygoers moving around them, but for Lexa and Clarke, that brief moment under the mistletoe felt like a poignant affirmation of their relationship. They were more than just colleagues or friends; they were partners, united by a bond that was both tender and strong.

As they rejoined the festivities, hand in hand, Lexa couldn’t help but feel a sense of completeness. With Clarke by her side, she felt ready to face whatever challenges and joys the future might bring. The kiss under the mistletoe was a symbol of their love, a promise of all the days to come.

#this was meant to be a one shot #but it f'd my timeline so #call it a sneak peek at part of the sequel #blurred lines #zero edits #so its very rough #clexmas 23

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