#commander leksa

[aqueerwriter]

After seeing the Lena Luthor one I had to make one with the four female characters I would absolutely let step on me, so here you go 😂

Credit to @supercorpandbeyond for giving me the idea after I saw their Lena one

[a-soul-with-no-king]

Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

[daniikomtrikru]

⚔️

[notelcol]

Blood must have blood.

In which Anya Kom Trikru sends her lover to die.

Warnings : death, explosion

Anya, the leader of Trikru, was a powerful woman. She was also a passionate one. That was one of the many reasons you loved her. You had a special relationship with the warrior since you were children, she would rarely be seen without you near. When Anya decided to begin the attack on Skaikru, she chose you to lead the first wave. Normally she wouldn’t put you at risk in such a way but, with most of their enemies incapacitated by the disease they sent, she was certain this was a sure win.

Adrenaline shook your veins, like the wild vibration of leaves in a storm. Your feet bounced as you stood in a tree, watching over the forest. The coast was clear. You nodded to Tris, Anya’s young mentee. It was time to charge. A roar erupted from your chest and reverberated through the trees, letting everyone else know it was time. Jus dren jus daun.

Your feet hit the floor gracefully with Tris landing next to you. You steadied the girl as she stumbled, her height made the drop a little more intense. She pushed your hands away to save face in front of the older warriors, but gave you a small and grateful smile. The two of you led the charge, the jeers and roars from your brothers in arms got louder and louder as you reached the bridge. Once you crossed this, you would start encountering Skaikru. Your heart thundered in anticipation as you picked up your pace. You had gotten about a third of the way across the bridge when you spotted something. At first it looked like a grey dot, but as you approached you could tell it was a barrel of some sort. You stopped in your tracks when you looked past it and saw a Skaikru warrior, pointing their weapon at the out of place barrel. You realised this must be some kind of trap.

“TRIS!!” You screamed at the girl but she could not hear you over the chanting. Jus drein jus daun.

The others had begun to overtake you not hearing your frantic orders to stop. You pushed them all out of the way, trying to reach Tris. You couldn’t let her be the one to trigger whatever trap Skaikru had laid. Finally you managed to catch the girls wrist but, it was too late. You shielded young Tris with your body as the barrel exploded. The air turned red as flames ravaged your skin and blew the pair of you to the ground beneath the bridge. You heaved in a breath and time stopped. The bricks that were once a bridge, had been flung to the sky. It was as if they were floating up there, never to come down. If only that were true. Suddenly, the suspension was over and gravity brought the bridge back to the ground. Your breath released, in a shaky erratic manner. In an instant your vision faded black with rubble choking your lungs and the echoes still ringing. Jus drein jus daun.

Anya screamed like a banshee as she threw her arms down onto a table, breaking it in two. She had been told how your body was found. Burned and buried under tonnes of rubble, holding a barely alive Tris beneath you. Half of her died with you. All she had to hold on to was the hope, that your final wish came true, that Tris would live. When that too failed, her heart finally broke. The chanting that comfortingly carried you to your grave, would forever live in the place of Anya’s heart.

Jus drein jus daun.

[theeternalsteelangel]

-Lexa Kom Trikru-

“Ai Laik Heda.”

[commander-heart-eyes]

Clexa - Canon Divergence/Alternate Universe (b/c the show didn't give us enough clexa content)

Canon Divergence

(my) destruction within your mouth | KL_Morgan

He that keepeth his mouth keepeth his life:but he that openeth wide his lips shall have destruction. Proverbs 13:3   

Clarke loses: her head, her voice, her heart.  

(Canon divergent from 1x03)

[AKA: the one where Clarke wanders from the dropship and ends up in Polis with the Commander - but no one knows she's from the sky]

The White Queen Running | KL_Morgan

Clarke wakes up wearing the tattoos of the Ice Nation.

[AKA: the one where after the mountain, Clarke gets sent to another universe where she's Azgeda]

i fell from the sky (and then i fell for you) | orphan account

Fix-it (kind of?) canon-divergent from season 2 ep. 16 in which Clarke is not captured and brought to the commander but rather captured and brought to the Ice Nation….but not to be executed.

[AKA: the one where after the mountain, Clarke is brought to Azegda by the request of Nia who wants to recruit her to the revolution]

Alternate Universe

when my heart is at war | mopeytropey (scriptmanip)

Lexa is primed for great leadership and will not be deviated from her agenda.

Clarke is driven by her insatiable curiosity and is not easily deterred.

There is plenty at work to drive them apart, but the strength of their combined determination will change the course of an entire civilization.

[AKA: the one where the Ark lands sooner, so Skaikru grows up with the grounders]

In The Shallows | blindwire

Raised for war and forged in fire, Clarke has vowed to be a leader for her people, to protect them and to make sacrifices so that they do not have to. This is what it means to be Commander and the spirit has chosen her for a reason.

Or

Role reversal au

[AKA: the one where Clarke is commander and Lexa is from the sky]

A Different Landing | RhinoMouse

The drop ship was always going to have problems coming down. Unfortunately for the 100 they ended up in Ice Nation territory where the locals were far less forgiving. With all the wristbands gone and the survivors unable to contact the ark, the ark never came down. Now four years later the surviving members of the 100 have been assimilated into Nia's army. When Lexa calls for the armies of the coalition to march on the mountain Clarke finds herself leading the Ice Nation forces.

[AKA: the one where the dropship lands in Azgeda instead of Trikru, so the 100 are immersed in their culture]

[ruethemazerunner]

I need to have a word with whoever created the character AI for Lincoln cause tell me why I’ve been arguing with this bitch for 30 minutes 😭😭

[ruethemazerunner]

Anya makes me feel feral fr

Anya has no patience for baby commander Heart Eyes.

[sandoku]

Alycia Debnam-Carey in FEAR THE WALKING DEAD - the apocalypse never looked so beautiful <3

[daniikomtrikru]

🤍❄️🩵

[butmakeitgayblog]

Do you have a list of these mutuals who created these amazing posts for the fandom?

I mean? Idk how to answer this beyond just saying they're all artists and creators you already know 🤷‍♀️ everything is always on their blog and under their name, I don't like ask them to create anything and then try and pass it off as my own or anything like that. So for example @sersh and @ohlexa and @sassymajesty have all made amazing and gorgeous gifs from tags and such. Sassy also made both the demon Lexa and demon Clarke edits for me. @commander-leksa made that main demon au moodboard post. @qvert and @unreleasedsong-is-kredkadt both made beautiful demon au drawings. @heda-in-the-clouds has made a bunch of gifs and the fuck video 😌. @syngularitysyn made the clexa movie reboot for everybody now that youtube nuked the original. There's a lot!

Really I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's not like a super secret elite club or anything 😅 these are just artists and creators that I really enjoy and respect their work for the fandom. And they're all nice and friendly people, so if you have an idea, talk to them! Or just yell at them in your tags when you rb their work, cuz they see it! Worst they can say is no or that they don't have time, but either way, not only do you have the chance to give them new ideas but it's also an opportunity for you to show them that you support them and appreciate their time and effort

Edit: @dianaprincewonderwoman THAT'S WHO I WAS FORGETTING I KNEW IT WAS SOMEONE 😤 they made the clexa sexa on the throne fanart 👀

[ruethemazerunner]

*sobs into my pillow aggressively*

[graunblida]

misc prompts for feels // selectively accepting @maunslayer sent: “ you’re not a machine or— or some thing. you’re a person, and i’m sorry anyone ever made you feel otherwise. ” <3

once again the commander finds herself practically SPEECHLESS in the presence of the ambassador. the apology is not even clarke's to give and yet she delivers the message which should be coming from the mouths of the fleimkepas ones responsible. but the blame does not end there. perhaps it is their very way of living that is flawed. placing their future on the shoulders of children hardly old enough to tame the chaos brewing within their own minds. how could they place her on that throne after what she did to get there? it is tradition, the answer echoes in her head. it is our way.

as commander, many look upon her as something higher, omnipotent. but leksa is just as human as the rest of them. capable of love and laughter, and sorrow and despair. the only difference ( that she can tell, anyway ) the black blood that spills from her wounds. the rational part of her knows this to be true. however, it's still validating to hear the words spoken to her. pupils dilate only to recede mere moments after. heavy sigh escapes her lungs.

" i do not get to decide what i am. " voice is low and even, if not a little strained. to be heda is to be a symbol, an idea, whatever the people need her to be. it is not enough just to EXIST. " i wish it were simpler. i... appreciate your concern. " emerald eyes tear away from deep, blue orbs lest she get emotional. sometimes the warrior thinks she'll become lost in a sea of longing if she holds the other's gaze for too long.

[multi-royalty]

closed starter for @cosmicjest (veronica)

⸻⸻ Polis hadn't known a moment of quiet since the passing of their commander, Aspen had been holding herself together for the benefit of their people feeling as though she owed them composure for the loss they were all feeling. "Leksa's death weighs hard on us all but discussing the alliance with the skai people is not down to me"

[orphanedshadow]

continued from (x) with @graunblida

While Kara regaled the commander in details regarding her parents, Leksa couldn’t help but wonder if she had ever come across them before. There were many people in the coaltion, and so it was impossible for her to have met each and every one of them personally. But if the little girl’s mother had been a warrior, there was a good chance their paths might have crossed at some point. For now she would listen, as asking too many questions so soon might cause the young one further stress. Her heart ached for Kara, and it made her think of all the nightbloods who had been taken from their families. If only misfortunate hadn’t fallen on Kara and her mother and father, they might still be together – living cautiously and in secret perhaps, but being TOGETHER nonetheless. It wasn’t fair. This was not the life a child should live. In fear, and alone. Leksa wielded great power, but when it came to their ways and tradition, would she be able to dissuade the religious leaders and those who clung to the old ways? This was not something she could solve overnight, especially by herself.  “ Your father was very smart and resourceful. ” He had to be if he could affectively teach his child how to carry on without either of them. ��� I’m sure he was trying to protect you by prioritizing survival, rather than sharing about himself. ” It was still sad that this little girl would only have so many memories of him to cling too. There was certainly so much more to him that she may never discover. Leksa could say the same about her own family. She and even her sister, never got to truly know them. They learned what they could from older members of Trikru who had grown up with their parents.  The girl’s next question caught the commander off guard and there was a silent pause between them while she thought. “ I like to think that they were. ” Leksa finally said, voice low. “ Because they did not give me up willingly. ”Titus only disclosed so much about that era of her life, but others had confirmed her parents did not see eye to eye with the flamekeepers and the scouts. She knew in her heart they would have done anything to keep her and Tris safe. “ Strikon, you cannot blame yourself. Life often grants us that which we have no control over. “ Leksa reached out to place a gentle hand on the little girl’s shoulder. She was so young and had already seen such brutal parts of the world. “ We honor their memory by continuing on. Their spirits can rest easy knowing you will make them proud. ” Not long after, the commander called for their company to halt. Darkness would soon be upon them, and it would be in their best interested to set up camp for the night.  “ Here, this will keep you nice and warm. ” Leksa prepared a cozy space for Kara to sleep inside their tent. They always carried extra blankets and bedrolls whenever they embarked on long journeys across the coalition. 

“Father said surviving made him proud, would make mother proud too. But is not enough, is it? Have to do more, want to do more.” She wanted them to have a reason to be proud, one that wasn’t just that she’d managed not to die. There had to be more than that, things that Leksa could show her, lessons the warrior could teach.

Physically she was tired, the child was not entirely used to this much walking, so she was extremely happy when they stopped to set up camp; however, she did kind of miss the privacy of walking, the way the guards weren’t so close. Mealtime was different, and it made her uncomfortable.

But once they were mostly alone she could once more relax, cleaning up whatever little scrapes had happened during their travels. Cloth was wrapped around scabs and cuts, black blood hidden by bandages stained “blood” red with berry juice.

After making sure her father’s skull was safe Kara soon found herself gravitating towards the warrior, looking to Leska for companionship and comfort. Even though she wasn’t entirely sure how she should behave Kara did decide to ask for one of the things she missed the most since her father’s death.

“Story?” Her writing was a little tentative, but the child was hopeful, wanting to learn more about the commander… or maybe about the world that she had finally stepped into.

[ruethemazerunner]

god just give me a chance JUST ONE