#ranya the 100

[asleepingtiger]

Final Chapter for Hideaway - We've Got This

Raven walked back into her bedroom to gather her work bag, she left Anya to sleep when she woke up. After a nice weekend, Raven had a full week ahead of her and she wasn’t fully prepared, mentally at least.

“How do you feel about living with me, buying a home together?”

Raven jumped out of her skin, she thought Anya was fast asleep but nope, she was sitting upright cross-legged on the bed covers wearing nothing but her glasses with her laptop open.

Anya looked over her glasses and smirked, “edgy much?”

Raven stood upright and rolled her eyes, “yes, well, you had me up most of the night. I’m tired and running on ridiculous amounts of coffee.”

Anya smiled and still hadn’t had an answer to her first question, “You didn’t answer my question, little bird.”

Raven smiled bashfully, “I’d love that, but I really have to go and make some money.”

“Shall I look and send you links to them?” Anya asked as she typed away.

Raven rushed over to Anya and gave her a kiss, “Yes, now, I have to go or I’ll be late.”

Anya chuckled, “Okay, my bird. Have a good day.”

[dakotaawolven]

Part 2 of my The 100 phone wallpapers!

[superxkorra]

Dealing with a lot of things at the moment: the start of my third year of uni with a heavy workload, writers block, my debilitating autoimmune diseases, etc. But, I'm working on a fic that doesn't fall into any of my usual fandoms: Captain Carter and Natasha Romanoff. It's far into the works, but it's coming along slowly.

After this fic is edited and published, I will work on my Supercorp series, then I'll chip away at some of my Ranya stories.

Are there any prompts you want to see in line with my Supercorp or Ranya series? I'm open to suggestions and hearing what you want to read.

Thanks for everyone's support. - KJ

[ao3fics-lost-and-found]

Know any mating press lesbian fics? The 100 is preferred

Fandom: the 100

Pairing: any f/f

Anyone have recommendations? Please, leave your suggestions in the comments!

[queer-el-yza-lex]

Okay, check the bio for pairings and send me a few, I need to get writing again…

Dialogue Prompt Challenge

Send me a ship and a number and I’ll write something.

1. “Just give me my cut of the money and I’ll be out of here.”

2. “Go and live with her, then! See if I care.”

3. "I hope that what I’ve said hasn’t hurt you too much.“

4. "Could you be happy here with me?”

5. "Nothing’s THAT important, you know.“

6. "I’m ready to try again, if you are?”

7. “You’re paying a small price compared to what she’s going through.”

8. “I knew you wouldn’t go through with it.”

9. "Please don’t argue. You have to leave right now, you aren’t safe here.“

10. “Just once I’d like to go to sleep without crumbs in the bed.”

11. “The sun isn’t even up yet and you want me to do what?”

12. “Don’t look at me like that.”

13. “You make me want to be better.”

14. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stop them.”

15. “These are the moments I’ll miss.”

16. “I had to see you.”

17. “We have to find it before they do.”

18. “I just want a nice, easy life, is that too much to ask?” 

19. “If you leave now, you’ll lose everything.”

20. “They don’t seem to understand you like I do.”

[bulletproofthroat]

this painting was inspired by edvard munchs "Despair"

it came under the pretext of suffering BPD, and as somebody who suffers it severely, it only helped if i tried to face these issues, ulterior illnesses such as ASD, ADHD, OCD and bipolar I only added fuel to the flaming rapture of my illnesses and i don't wish this upon anybody. I remember some people were talking on how corey himself must have BPD from his traits, myself, i agree 100% on these claims, spotting a borderline takes no effort because our emotions are so erratic and the way our cognition exists is in the term "borderline" we see the world in black and white, gray areas don't exist for us. One second I'll be infatuated by somebody just for them to do nothing more than a trivial act, sending me into a spiral of disdain and hatred, it guts me each time i have to use "oh i have bpd sorry" as an excuse because i know the whole world doesn't know about this disorder, nor do the people i hurt or sabotaged relations with, am i a bad person for this? that's a debate, part of me knows i am no angel, though was it my fault for turning out like this? being groomed just as i turned 11? Being sexually assaulted in school or on the bus when i was 8? I still blame myself for these actions regardless of what the ordinary person says. I am born to parents who are war survivors, a grandfather who was a political prisoner in Iraq, a mother who has endured war during her childhood, losing her father for a good portion of her life, on the flip side of the same coin, my father who grew up in 1970's iraq without a mother or father due to the circumstances of saddam hussein, he was left to grow up with his sisters and his grandparents. Do i blame them for displacing the extreme trauma onto me? cracking my weak ego day by day from what they interpret as normal or righteous? No. I know they have unresolved mental punctures but that's not for me to stigmatize because I'm taking it secondhanded now, though it has stunted my performance socially and rationally, and this isn't holistically from my parents, though extraneous issues such as being groomed played a large factor. 2018-2020 was maybe one of the worst years of my life, what i simply enjoyed was playing roblox until the man who had ruined my life unconsciously came and exchanged discords with me. From then my life had seemed to be nothing but a whirlwind of hell that i couldn't reach out, i stayed quiet, i walked quiet and never spoke. The day I was in iraq for holiday was maybe the day I had shattered as a child, the breakup between us, when i was 12, had acted as a catalyst for me to engage in risky behaviour, self harm and, you guessed it, suicidal plans. I remember the first time I was cutting myself was with a piece of glass I smashed outside in the barren area of iraq, ranya. I took dusty shards of glass and sat outside on the stairs, unsure of how self harm even worked, or how to purposely make myself bleed for such a horrific cause. The most i had succeeded in was a galore of scratches with some small cuts on my legs. I was scared to touch my wrists but the will for self harm lingered. Houses in iraq typically consist of two floors for 2 separate families to live in, so there i sat on the second floor on the balcony with my legs dangling off the railings, wishing i wasn't scared to throw myself off because i knew i was nothing, i was empty, docile, without the so called man of my life. What baffles me to this day was that he never gave me an actual age, he had said he was 16, to then being able to own an apartment filled with booze on each crevice of the shelf. i remember that discord call like it was yesterday, and i was maybe 12? he had laughed saying he was 18, though he was reassuring he was 16. that wasn't the case until i turned 15, realising i was groomed to then he typed at me with such condescending vocabulary, asking me as a rhetoric, "why should i trust you with my age?" and nothing had tore me more as a person than to hear that.

from that encounter onwards, my relationships had all been nothing but short and difficult. I was always known as "sabotaging" or "impulsive and incapable to deal with" a plethora of words were used for me that fits the criteria perfectly. It didn't help that from when i was 14 i had abused alcohol behind my parents back. from 2021 in iraq, i had drank and drank, when i wasnt with my mother, i had drank beer, whiskey, vodka, anything my uncles had, i took, and i took and took to the point i slept with alcohol in the same mattress. i had grown more infatuated to being intoxicated than sober because being sober ached my conscience as a child, and to be in a state where i could barely move or talk decently, it grabbed me. I'm turning 18 years of age in less than 150 days, my relationship with alcohol is like a tidal wave, i either cut off for good on some days, until i relapse incredibly hard and wake up in the bath tub, and that's what happened to me around august of 2023, the month my uncle died before i received my exam results, i was dating my ex, who had never hurt me. he had lived an hour from me and i wished for nothing more than to meet him and be in love, or so i thought. until that 1 month relationship had fell. i grieved hard to the point my £100 in my account had rinsed completely to £3 because of the alcohol i had bought. all i remember from august was the amount of jack daniels i had drank, nothing more or less. my ex, being concerned had called me along with my ex friend, scared for my well being as i would randomly be angry. it was petty. we had all been friends since 2019, those two had been friends since 2016-17. it was natural for them to be close and friendly with eachother, though for me, i took it the wrong way, i saw it as he was cheating on me, did he love me? was he taking the piss out of me by making sexual jokes? but it was stupid, we all made sex jokes, what was the difference? now that we're dating? i got angry quickly, i had been known to "press" people a lot, like a leech, i wanted something out of them, a reaction, something explosive. i wanted control over him, and it turned horribly. when i went to birmingham for my uncles funeral, whom i never said goodbye to because he was murdered in cold blood by a silencer. It was typical iraq politics, rationale doesn't exist, just cold blooded cavemen who will get what they want, even if that means tearing a family apart. september 4th, the day he broke up with me, was the day i had tore down completely, how does one reach such volatile state that it only depletes and depletes further? Here I am now. I have 1 last session left of cognitive behaviour therapy, then i'm onto psychotherapy. it's nice knowing what they are as i have been taught these in my psychology class. in school, when i was 15, a boy in the year below, i had been close with him because we were in the school band playing soul music, we had the same hobbies and taste in music. he was a guitarist and i was the vocalist/bassist, at the time i thought we had the chemistry until he had got with another girl in his year group. angering me enough, i tried to prove myself, though it never worked. skip until now, 2024, i have removed him off my socials, what once were close friends now are nothing but strangers, somebody i loathe completely. you'll assume it's something dastardly from his end, however it was never the case. the day he had told me he had broken with his girlfriend, i felt relieved, though i knew he wasn't mentally well himself, i felt nothing but like a stepping stool or his boredom to be levitated, i had been there on site 24/7 if he felt, sad i cried for him, i drunkenly proposed when i was in iraq during 2022, out of guilt and shame i apologised. he had led me on. This had fueled my borderline. Now here I am. avoidant and spiteful. Nobody's obliged to read this, though this will stay here, love yall

(bpd gang rise)

[butmakeitgayblog]

I could be wrong, but I’m guessing that means soulmates, I mean, in the same way Clarke and Angel!Lexa are in CoA. They were made from the same stardust or however that went, I can’t remember quite 100% 😅 that’s what I was hoping was the answer. But thank you for taking the time to answer me! You absolutely do not have to indulge me any further, but has Lexa figured that out yet? 🫢 Also I just have to say I love the whole Ranya thing. I was kicking my feet and screaming “AYYOOOOOOOOOO” when Anya said she “fell” and that’s why she was a bloody pulp when she came back for Raven 😩

Lexa has momentary inklings, but never really gives the suspicion any deeper thought or consideration. If anything she rather violently pushes back on it. She's still so fucking angry with God that even entertaining the notion that he could or would ever do something as 'selfish' and 'manipulative' as possibly creating a soulmate for her is just not something she even wants to consider. Because what's the catch there? There always has to be a catch in her mind, because God threw her away and obviously hates her. He has to hate her for doing this. Right? Because doing something like that would mean... maybe he doesn't hate her. Maybe he actually misses her sometimes. Maybe still cares. Maybe even after all this time and this pain and this loneliness, she's not entirely irredeemable. Maybe she's not quite as forgettable as she thought. And strangely the thought of that possibility would make her own damnation ten times worse.

It would just take all the fire out of her.

So she doesn't really like giving it much thought at all

[crazywolf828]

I need someone to give me pairings, all from the same/different shows. I'm doing kinktober a bit different this year where I'm just rolling dice and letting them decide the prompts/ships

Here's what we've got so far:

RWBY:

Bees (Yang/Blake)

Rainbow bees (Yang/Blake/Ilia)

Sunnybees (Yang/Blake/Sun)

Bees schnees (Yang/Blake/Weiss)

Freezerburn (Yang/Weiss)

Jade dragon (Yang/Emerald)

Ladybug (Ruby/Blake)

WhiteRose (Weiss/Ruby)

Monochrome (Weiss/Blake)

Newspaper (Weiss/Blake/Ruby)

Schneekos (Weiss/Pyrrha)

Arcane:

Caitvi (Caitlyn/Vi)

The 100:

Clexa (Clarke/Lexa)

Ranya (Raven/Anya)

Critical role:

Vexleth (Vex/Keyleth)

Vaxleth (Vax/Keyleth)

Percvexlth (Percy/Vex/Keyleth) (I dunno their ship name😅)

Beauyasha (Beau/Yasha)

Beauyashjester (Beau/Yasha/Jester)

Imodna (Imogen/Laudna)

The witches (Fearne/Imogen/Laudna) (I dunno their ship name either😅)

She-ra

Catradora (Catra/Adora)

Glimtradora (Catra/Glimmer/Adora)

[bisexualseraphim]

Raven… Get a better taste in men I swear on my life. No wonder people ship you with Anya even though you’ve like, never interacted with her

We’re on Episode 11 already! Feels like I’m flying through this show (I am very much not)

[ao3feed-the100]

I See You

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/UoLdV54

by AnLeClRaLuEc_13

The story is about the epic journey of Anya kom Trikru. The story happens after the Coalition Army and the Skykru clan (combined with Arkkru) defeated Mount Weather. Anya and Costia didn’t die, and Lexa didn’t betray Clarke. The coalition clans demanded more reason from the Skykru clan to join and become the 13th clan in the Coalition. Heda was suggested to union (marry) with Clarke to calm the tension and nervousness among the clans and to guarantee that Skykru can follow all the rules set for the coalition. Lexa and Clarke Griffin must agree to the suggestion for the sake of the alliance and in the name of peace and unity. Things are not as straightforward as they are supposed to be for both of them because their hearts do not belong to each other. Will they be able to keep their promise to their partners and finally be united with their beloved ones? And follow Anya’s journeys as she shares her loves and affections with the people she loves in her life.

Words: 1690, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: clanya - Fandom, lexanya - Fandom, Ranya - Fandom, echonya, lunya - Fandom

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, Multi

Characters: Anya (The 100), Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Costia (The 100), Raven Reyes (The 100), Echo (The 100), Luna (The 100), Octavia Blake, Lincoln (The 100), Abby Griffin, Indra (The 100), Marcus Kane, Other Character Tags to Be Added

Relationships: Anya/Clarke Griffin, Anya/Lexa (The 100), Anya/Raven Reyes (The 100), Anya/Echo (The 100), Anya/Luna (The 100), Costia/Lexa (The 100), Octavia Blake/Lincoln

Additional Tags: Romance, Secret Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Minor Character Death

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/UoLdV54

[asleepingtiger]

Walking Among Wolves: Chapter 3 - Half Moon

Little Snippet

“You are stupid Raven,” Anya sighed, she stood up from the bed and poured some fresh water from a clay jug in a small bowl and reached into her satchel that was attached to her belt. She pulled out some green leaves and some purple seeds.

“What have you got there?” Raven asked as she watched Anya crush them together and mixed them with the water creating some sort of paste.

Anya took her outside gear off and dropped it on the floor then grabbed the bowl of ingredients, she sat on the edge of the bed.

“I don’t know if it will help, but the purple flowers are good for the scent and then the green leaves are a medicinal plant, too much of it can make you…”

“High?” Raven offered and smirked when Anya looked at her amused.

“Yes, high is a good description.”

Anya scooped up the paste and rubbed it on Raven’s swollen knee. The carefulness with how Anya applied it was something Raven wouldn’t expect, Anya was gentle and rubbed carefully around the inflamed knee. The paste was cool and it was doing wonders for the throbbing pain.

“How does it feel now?” Anya was adding the last of the paste before rinsing her hands.

“Honestly, the coldness is helping,” Raven was surprised then looked at Anya, “Thank you, Anya.”

[superxkorra]

Ranya FF #13 Update: I've completed the writing portion of my work, onto the editing. Expect it to be posted either tonight or tomorrow!

[talktomeinclexa]

On The Ground Your Heart Will Go On

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Minor Violence

Status: Complete (3/3)

Summary: When Raven gets her heart broken, Anya takes it upon herself to avenge her.

A Ranya interlude in the On The Ground series.

***

Chapter 3: Forgiveness

The sun was beginning to set over the horizon by the time Anya left her room. She had hidden long enough; it was time to face Heda’s ire and the consequences of her acts. Tris in tow, she headed for the tower, only to be stopped by one of the guards at the entrance.

“Heda is training with the Natblida,” he told her, pointing at the sacred space near the temple reserved for the Nightbloods. “She asked that you meet her there.”

With a sharp nod, the woman spun around and strode toward her goal, ignoring the worry growing in her stomach. Would Lexa berate her in front of the novitiates to teach them that even their fos weren’t above Heda’s orders? Have them whip her for practice? Lexa was never cruel for the sake of it, but it would surely impress on their young minds how important it was for Heda to be obeyed.

The Trikru guards standing in front of the training pits had been told to expect her and let her pass, their faces impassible. If they knew what was happening, they showed no signs of it.

At the center of the garden-looking area, Anya found Lexa in the middle of a lesson. The Natblida practiced in pairs as she patiently corrected their forms, making them repeat the moves until they were perfect.

In another life, had her blood being as red as her peers’, the brunette would have made a fantastic fos. Anya wished she could say she was to praise for some of that, but the truth was, those qualities had been in Lexa all along. It was part of what made her a great leader too. Her willingness to listen to others’ concerns and doubts, the gentle way she encouraged people to surpass themselves and praised them when they did… It was no wonder the children present adored her. 

To the warrior’s surprise, it wasn’t Titus who observed the lesson as he often did, but Clarke. Standing in a corner, the Maunon ambassador nodded at Anya, sending her a tight smile not particularly reassuring before she refocused her attention on her lover. Few apart from the Flamekeepers and the novitiates had had the privilege to tread upon those grounds. Costia never dreamed of watching a training session there. Yet, seeing how comfortably the Natblida interacted with Clarke, it was obvious that they were used to her presence. Anya could only imagine how hard Lexa had to have argued with Titus on that.

“You are late, Onya,” Lexa began, her voice cold and emotionless.

The Nightbloods froze and retreated to the sides, forming a circle around the two women. They kept their heads low, awaiting Heda’s dismissal or instructions. Anya remained silent, bowing to her leader and waiting for her judgment.

Not looking at her yet, Lexa untied her sheaths and placed her double swords on a table before picking a staff.

“Grab one too,” she ordered, turning toward her novitiates as Anya obeyed. “Why do we train with staffs?”

“They are good for attack and defense,” Seth kom Podakru offered, earning a nod from his Heda.

“And they are easy to make,” Kali added with enthusiasm. “We can make one in the forest if we lose our sword.”

Lexa smiled proudly at them, pleased to see them remember their lessons. “True on both accounts. And most importantly, they are a great weapon to start with. While you learn to control your body and strength, you have less risk of injuring your opponent.”

Anya’s ears burned at the mocking behind Lexa’s decision. If the warrior couldn’t control her emotions, she was no better than a goufa and would be treated as such. She didn’t think the youngest Natblida understood what was happening, but Aden, Nina, and Seth grimaced at her in commiseration. They, too, had had their blades taken away by their fos or Titus after making mistakes. It was a common punishment during training, a way to remind the aspiring gona of their status. And particularly humiliating for confirmed warriors.

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[clarasoswinoswalds]

When I say I like The 100 what I really mean is I like the version of The 100 that I have in my head where everyone is alive and queer and happy

[gumb3ar]

The power couples! This story is so much better than that the transcedence we got in the series.

Ctto for this amazing art!

[just4-fvn]

Honestly couldn't wait to gush about this lovely art I commissioned from the talented @zuzajs14! Raven and Anya are my favorite fanon ship and I wanted something of them that looked like it was pulled from a happier version of canon.