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me and you

arcane valentines art 💘👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

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Wishing the beautiful Lucy Lawless a very Happy Birthday.

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every iconic gay kiss in xena in all its 90s censorship glory 💋

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what does GEC mean? Google just says things like Global Experience Certificate and Group Executive Committee…

it stands for Good Earth Cleavage™

(gif credit to @doortotomorrow!)

i don't know exactly how it came to be the way everyone calls clarke's boobs, but this scene in episode three is probably where it all began. our girl is just walking around earth, looking gorgeous and worried as always, with a dangerously low cut shirt and there's… no support. god bless earth

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Lexa goes undercover to avoid her enemies

Commission for @neyantkomskaikru who came up with the idea!

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mini caitvi 💕

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10 years of Clexa kisses (The Pursuit edition)

The Sanctum is decked out in surprisingly opulent style for an establishment this far out in the wilderness. The plush carpets and tasseled drapes, the crystal chandelier in the lobby, down to the snooty, crisply-uniformed staff manning the front desk could all be transported from a grand hotel in Paris or London. Or so Lexa imagines. The farthest east she’s been is Chicago, which is as near to a foreign country as she’s ever likely to get.

But that’s by the by. She isn’t here to admire the decor or the hospitality.

She has one singular concern in mind, and anticipation is coiled tight in her belly when she raps her knuckles against the door of the room at the end of the corridor.

Seconds trickle by.

While she waits, she leans a shoulder against the wall. Legs crossed at the ankles. Casual-like. Although inside her nerves are jangling like a gunslinger’s in the eerie lull before a quick draw.

She listens out for movement, hears some indistinct shuffling and scraping, then the faint patter of feet before the door is finally thrown open.

Without so much as a “howdy”, Clarke gets straight down to brass tacks. Pounces. Just grabs Lexa by the front of her blouse and yanks her inside the room, into a kiss so forceful it knocks the hat clean off Lexa’s head.

It’s more of a mauling than a kiss, but Lexa surely isn’t complaining. She’s always appreciated a girl with spirit and, heck, Clarke has it in spades. It’s only when they break for air that Lexa takes command. She spins them around and traps Clarke’s front against the closed door. Busies herself with the tiny fastenings on the dress while she sucks a possessive kiss at the top of Clarke’s spine, letting out a low growl when she can’t get the garment undone fast enough.

But Lexa triumphs eventually, shoving rough handfuls of silk from Clarke’s body, then she gets to work on loosening the stays of the corset. All the while Clarke is breathing heavily, half laughing at Lexa’s little grunts of frustration until at last she frees Clarke of the restrictive contraption, peeling it off and letting it land with a dull thud on the floor.

Lexa tugs Clarke back around by the elbow.

Only to pull in a soft gasp.

Because a perfect, narrow beam of sunlight is cast across Clarke’s features, catching her eyes and making them glow. Irises so astoundingly blue, they don’t seem real.

Lexa ain’t the religious sort, but Clarke in this light is verging on something holy.

She doesn’t know what her face is doing presently—whatever it is makes Clarke shake her head. “Don’t be looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you intend to court me.”

Read on AO3

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Not the original anon but The Loyal Pin(on YouTube) is another Thai GL I recommend! Has Freen and Becky from GAP and is super good!

Awesome, thank you! :D Those two seem to be pretty popular, I see their ship pop up on Ao3 a lot! Haven't explored any fics for 'em though

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Have you ever watched a Thai GL? If not, I highly recommend it. There's so many wlw stories and happy endings. I recommend Pluto, 23.5 and Affair on YouTube. The secret of us and Petrichor are also great but they aren't on YouTube.

Ah! I actually have been trying to get into some, since I have a friend that likes them :) I've only seen two series so far: Gap and Blank (haven't finished this one). Always down for more recs, so I'll add yours to the list, thank you! :D

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10 years of Clexa kisses - 20

Happy Clexaweek25! In honor of the 10 year anniversary of the Clexa kiss, I'm posting a collection of Clexa first kisses from my fics <3

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19

| 20

“First, I want to do what I’ve been thinking about since I laid eyes on you,” said Clarke, pupils wide and dark, licking her lips again; Lexa’s gaze tracked the movement. Clarke pressed up close to her, full breasts pushing against Lexa’s, and Lexa took a sharp intake of breath—something she had not done in so long.

She didn’t usually let it come to this. The girl’s hands were smoothing the collar of her jacket, slipping up to cup the back of Lexa’s neck. Hazy blue eyes drifted shut, lashes fluttering, as she brought their faces together. Lexa didn’t resist, didn’t want to. She closed her eyes and tipped her head down, and let the sensation wash over her as warm lips brushed against her own once, twice, before a tongue ventured out and the kiss was abruptly pulled into something deeper, darker, that had fingers twisting in the locks of her hair and greedily pull her even closer.

Fuck.

The hunger stirring in the pit of her stomach was not the usual singular one, the one that had her fangs descending in anticipation of the burst of wet warmth of blood into her mouth, for the trickle down her throat, coating her tongue—God, she wanted it now, more than anything, but the strange thing was…that wasn’t all.

She wanted to take this girl home. Wanted to peel her clothes off one by one, to watch the way the candlelight flickered over sun kissed skin, to feel the heavy warmth of those breasts in her hands, to seek out another kind of wet heat with her mouth. Wanted to see this girl gasping for breath beneath her, to see the curling of her toes and the curling of her lips in a satisfied smile. Wanted to watch her come, to listen to her beg for more.

She wanted this girl almost as much as she wanted her blood.

It had been so long since she’d felt this way and that, more than anything, was what she blamed for what happened next. It was the combined effects of Clarke and of shock that had her losing grip on her control so easily. That, and the fact that Clarke’s hand had somehow managed to slip down her pants and cup her, one finger dipping into the proof of her wild thoughts.

Her fangs descended.

The growl in the back of her throat rumbled against Clarke’s neck; the girl didn’t seem to notice, really, just humming in approval and pressing even closer. It was a shame, really, that this was happening so soon, and right here in this dirty alleyway, but it looked as though Lexa had no other choice now. It was probably better this way, anyway.

The bloodlust boiling in her stomach was too much to bear, her eyes flashing red. She licked a strip up Clarke’s throat, unable to so much as hear her gasp and moan, hunger buzzing in her ears. Just one thing left to do.

She always let them see her first. Let them see her fangs, her eyes. Their fear made the blood taste sweeter.

She reared back, prepared to strike, and Clarke looked up, still smiling as she blinked dazedly at Lexa, and Lexa—Lexa hesitated.

That was all it took. In the space of a second, blue eyes went wide, pink lips formed an ‘o’ of surprise—

And then wings burst out of the girl’s back.

Cobweb Hearts

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Clexaweek2025

This year marks the 9th Clexaweek (more Clexa "Day" now), but the 10th anniversary of the Clexa kiss!

This year is continuing the new tradition from last year: rather than assigning themes to the days, it's a free for all on March 3rd. Post whatever you want! Create something new, or update a Work in Progress. Share and support each other's work, leave comments, share fic recs and reblog your favorite art. In honor of the 10th anniversary of the kiss, feel free to either create new fics, drabble, one shots, art, etc of a Clexa kiss. You can also share previous kisses you've written.

If you would like to make something new and want a theme - you can send me an ask for a prompt idea, or feel free to check out years worth of prompts here.

Guidelines for posting here.

To view previous clexaweeks, here's a link.

In these times, Clexa remains a light in the dark. Your contributions to the fandom are beyond appreciated. Thank you for keeping Clexa alive with your creations- and giving people something that brings them joy.

May your 2025 only get better <3

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HEDA

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Red Vi Supernova ❤️

Episode 8 is finally out!!!! ✨

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I know you’re probably super busy but I HAVE to share this with someone. I found this absolutely insane shirt at my job (thrift store) and it’s been killing me to imagine Silco in it

You can't drop something like this to my askbox and not expect me to draw something

Moms usually drop the kids off to their playdate, time for the dads to meet.

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What is a New Year's resolution?

Something that goes in one year and out the other!

That’s a good one 😆😆😆 happy New Year!

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This shit makes me chuckle everytime I open my sketchbook

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Caitvi soulmates in every lifetime?

“I will find you in every lifetime. Our souls will not rest until we’re together again. Every breath, every heartbeat, will be in agony until we come face to face once more. Until we can finally live in peace together.” 

There was never a way for her to explain it. 

The constant feeling of things being wrong. Like everything hurts. Like each and every fiber of her being called to something that wasn’t in her reach. Most of her life felt restless, as if she’d never truly lived, running on autopilot from the day she was old enough to remember. 

There were also the dreams. 

Dreams filled with terror and cold sweats and blood and pink hair. Many a night she would wake up screaming and crying, clutching to her sheets so hard they would rip before leaning over and emptying her stomach onto the floor. Her parents constantly worried during this period. There were a number of doctor visits, blood tests, psych evals, sleep tests. You name it, she’s been tested for it. The dreams were so repeated, testing her mental resolve almost to a point of her breaking…but she didn’t let them take her. She learned to live with them, grew numb to them.

But some of them weren’t always terrifying. 

The pink hair, the soft voice calling her name, the face too blurry for her to quite make out except for grey eyes and the small scars on an upper lip and left eyebrow. She felt the phantom touches whisper along her cheek, around her waist, up her spine, sometimes around her entire body like an all encompassing blanket. The warmth of the touches would sink into her skin, melt into her bones and keep her burning well into her morning. 

Those dreams she would never try to keep at bay. She welcomed the moments of soft humming of a seemingly familiar voice, though she’s not sure where she’s heard it before, pink hair and grey eyes clouding her vision and soft lips upon her own. Those dreams she prayed would never stop. 

But no matter how much comfort those dreams of pink hair and those grey eyes brought her, it was only ever fleeting. Never enough to stave off the misplaced feeling in her chest or body, like she was an imposter in her own skin. After 24 years, she was sure she’d have found a way to ignore the feeling, but it never ceased. And she was sure it never would now. 

At least not until today.