When Lexa saves King Jacob’s life, the last thing she expected was to be rewarded with his daughter’s hand in marriage.
Said daughter is less than pleased
or
a clexa princess/knight arranged marriage au meet ugly where the two of them slowly fall in love
read here on ao3
*Reclines in an armchair and reads fanfiction like a man from the 1950s would read a newspaper after work*
I often think I could be such a good writer if I were better at writing
Unfortunately, the only way to improve your writing is to write.
Dichen Lachman as Soyona Santos in Jurassic World Dominion (2022)
“Here, hold this” Octavia saying that while handing her daughter to Raven had me dying of laughter
HAHAHA thank you!!!! it made me lol while writing it :)
self care is writing a fic that you’re literally the sole target audience for
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when I was a child my cat died and the only way I could rationalise it was drawing her being crucified because I went to a catholic school and I thought that just happened to everyone when they died
I cant comment on this just fucking look at it
Good Vibrations // Part Two
Lexa blinks so rapidly that she feels like she could take flight. The Gamer Boy and his girlfriend have inched closer, clearly trying to eavesdrop on the incredibly bizarre conversation that is taking place in the store entryway as the pair pointedly examines a red bejeweled buttplug so large that Lexa would wager a guess it would rival the diameter of her fist.
Thankfully, as the store closes at 9:30 and Lexa can see the last tails of sunset disappearing behind the horizon, she doesn’t have to customer service her way out of crazy for much longer. She can see the headlines now- aspiring bright young journalist slaughtered with sex toy by deranged blonde customer.
“I- you- orgasm?” Lexa splutters, inching backward behind the safety of the employee counter, so that two feet of speckled plastic separates them. “Miss-Ma’am-”
“Clarke,” The blonde helpfully supplies, once again waving the vibrator around in the air as if to punctuate her point.
Lexa manages to give her a disbelieving once over as the girl, noting Lexa’s discomfort with the flying handheld sex toy, gently sets it on the glass counter. Oblivious both to the gaping stare of Gamer Boy and Lexa, Clarke strokes a loving finger over the silicone curve of its frame before clasping her hands on the counter and staring expectantly at Lexa once again, bright eyes boring a hole into Lexa’s gaze
. Clad in frayed denim shorts and a threadbare cream-colored Matisse t-shirt, Lexa notes the small splotches of paint that dapple the girl’s tanned arms, the bright blue suede Birkenstock clogs that complete the outfit. She looks entirely normal, not like someone Lexa would peg as a girl to run like a bat out of hell into a sex toy shop brandishing a clit focused vibrator like it is her own personal brand of vigilante justice. “Well Clarke, I, you…wait, how do you know my name? How do you know my last name?” Lexa says as she levels an accusatory finger at Clarke, electing to ignore how breathtakingly gorgeous she’s slowly realizing her would be attacker is.
write fanfic that three people in the world will read, because those three people are going to be fucking pleased that it exists
