#klork

[reallygroovyninja]

Does Everly have a favorite stuffed animal or blankie?

Everly came running into the living room, her face red and tear-streaked, clutching her favorite stuffed toy, Klork the lion, in her small hands. The lion’s back leg was barely hanging on by a few threads, and Everly’s sobs grew louder as she approached her mommies.

“Mama, Klork is hurt! Fix Klork!” she wailed, thrusting the toy toward Clarke, her little voice breaking in panic.

Clarke knelt down immediately, taking the plush lion from Everly’s trembling hands. She examined the damage with a serious expression, though there was a soft smile tugging at her lips. “Oh no, looks like Klork needs some surgery,” Clarke said gently. “But don’t worry, Everly. I’m going to fix Klork and make him as good as new.”

Everly sniffled and wiped her eyes with her sleeve, looking up at Clarke with hope shining through her tears. “Really?”

Clarke nodded confidently. “Yes, really. Klork is in good hands. I’ll have him back on his feet in no time.”

Lexa stood up and headed toward the sewing kit, pulling out a needle and some sturdy thread. Clarke cleared a space on the coffee table, pretending to prep for surgery like a real doctor. She put on a dramatic, focused face, glancing at Everly as she pretended as if she was scrubbing in.

“Okay, Everly,” Clarke said, her tone playful but serious. “We’re going to perform surgery. But I’ll need you to stand by and make sure Klork is feeling brave. Can you do that?”

Everly, still wiping the last of her tears, nodded solemnly. “I can do that, mama.”

Lexa handed Clarke the needle and thread and then knelt beside Everly, resting a comforting arm around her shoulders as they both watched Clarke at work. Clarke carefully stitched Klork’s leg back in place, her movements steady and precise, like those of a seasoned surgeon.

After a few minutes of concentrated effort, Clarke tied off the final stitch and held up the newly repaired lion with a proud smile. “And… surgery is a success! Klork is all fixed up.”

Everly’s eyes lit up, her earlier sorrow forgotten as she reached for her toy. Clarke held it back for just a moment, winking. “Ah, ah, ah. Klork needs a little time to recover, remember? Let him rest for a bit, and then you can play with him again.”

Everly beamed, nodding eagerly. “Okay, Mama.”

Clarke leaned down and kissed Everly’s forehead. “Anytime, kiddo. Klork is tough—just like you.”

Lexa smiled at the exchange, watching as Everly gently cradled her beloved lion in her arms before heading off to find a safe place for him to “recover.” Clarke straightened up, glancing at Lexa with a grin.

“Doctor Clarke at your service,” she joked, and Lexa chuckled softly.

“You’re always saving the day,” Lexa teased, pulling Clarke in for a soft kiss.

Clarke smiled, her eyes following Everly as she sat by the window, keeping a watchful eye on Klork, waiting for him to be ready to play again.

[supehsoph]

gooning this. mewing that. keep saying stuff like that and im going to be klorking your bleespers

[milfannihilator]

me n my friends have the terms lork, plork, klork and shork for ships like this

no relationship categories sometimes you just point at two or more characters and go "they should have a Thing." what kind of Thing? I don't know! only rules are that it has to be deeply confusing for everyone around them, and probably also deeply confusing for the characters involved but in a different way. if you wrote a fic about it you should stare at the AO3 page for ten minutes getting increasingly frustrated that there's not a relationship designation symbol that's just a question mark instead of a slash or an ampersand. that kind of Thing.

[thephilosopheroftheboudoir]

Metabolist

Alien on Sunday

from the lp Hansten Klork

[clexasnow]

My fave Clexa-Cannon fic ever?!

Don’t be fooled by the seemingly smutty title, this fic contains all tenderness & fluff. 

Taking place a few months after the survived shooting in 3x07, Lexa & Clarke find themselves in each other’s comfort. Lexa is having a bad night and feels alone, and she just needs some kind of physical touch to be reminded that she’s not, Klork lovingly provides just that.

Can’t give enough kudos to this author, for having (what I feel) accurately portrayed Clexa’s relationship and staying true to their characters. This truly became my head cannon & healed my broken soul a little, post events of 3x07.

Enjoy the read!

[blair-stone]

This was her post breakup haircut

[adcpls]

Klork and Lexer at the beach

[lexa-griffins]

Sketch of Evie and her Klork 🩷

(For @lg-wifey4lifey The Werewolf, The Human and The Baby AU)

[morticiansarebitches]

*appreciating Klork tiddies since 2014*

[sheborea]

me @ clarke rn

[miss-celestial-being]

yo would yall hate me if i made kane her dad

ok i may or may not be creating her parent's backstory... sue me 🙄

[benjinoff13]

Lexa’s “Klork” walked so Beatrice’s “avah” could run

[wanderingclexa]

We are what we are 😅

[butmakeitgayblog]

[dcbnam-aep]

character analysis- lexa

The road to becoming Heda was always going to be a perilous and unrelenting journey. Lexa was just a little girl, plunged into a world of violence, gore and death due to the colour of her blood. When she took on the role of Heda, commander of her people, she essentially gave up the rest of her life to uphold a sacred legacy. There was no escape from her duties and one mistake was punishable with death; blood must have blood after all. 

I can imagine Lexa growing close with Costia, someone who treated her as like a human being rather than Heda. Someone who saw Lexa for all her intricacies despite her suit of armour and face of warpaint. For Lexa, working her feelings for Costia out in the first place would have been extremely difficult, especially under the constant scrutiny of Titus (who was essentially her father figure) preaching that love was weakness. To get through that feat only to lose Costia to Nia Queen of Ice Nation would have been devastating and definitely brought upon Lexa significant feelings of self-blame, self-doubt and self-hatred. To then jump ‘straight’ (lol) back into duty with no time or place to mourn is an impossible expectation yet Lexa’s reality. Due to this, I expect a huge suppression and build up of emotions for a helpless Lexa with no outlet. And this was all before people came down from the sky starting a war!

Lexa always had to be strong, always had to be stoic, and always had to do the best for her people; regardless of how it tore her apart (for instance when she left Clarke at Mount Weather). Looking at Clarke is a whole separate matter. Still dealing with the loss of Costia and falling in love yet again during a war sounds almost as difficult as it would have been. For Clarke to pull away when Lexa made a move couldn’t have helped her situation either. But throughout her challenges Lexa never wavered. She remained the perfect leader and even began working towards a new way; a way of peace and harmony where blood must not have blood. All these efforts were greeted with unease but Lexa pushed for her people to be better regardless. Finally, she was rewarded with Clarke ready to love her the way she deserved; but the happiness didn’t last long. Titus had one job literally one job- to protect Lexa; yet he managed to fail miserable and accidentally shoot her while attempting to shoot the one person in her life that made her happy. (Seriously Titus what are you doing Lexa needs and loves Klork duh 🙄). Even dying, Lexa’s last wish was for Clarke to be safe and for her people to be protected. And then she was a total badass that showed up at the city of light and sacrificed herself for clarke AGAIN. 

AND THEN HER RETURN IN THE FINAL WAS >>>>  queen went from literal ashes to a god so ya also clexa endgame <3

All in all, Lexa was a truly special person who suffered enough pain for a million life times and deserved so much better.

Anywayyyy, rant over I guess thanks for coming to my TedTalk hehe.

[femininenachos]

@syngularitysyn Viking!Klork is about to raid Lexa’s smallholdings.