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TBP ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AU
(+Lo and Louis, me and my friend’s ocs) (will not be putting headcanons for Louis, bc I don’t know his character enough to make headcanons)
Finney Blake - lead/guide
the lead, and the guide of the team.
he’s the most logical, decisive survivor.
he has a gun and a knife as his weapons.
he’s extremely protective of gwen, who wants to protect him too, but he can’t risk losing her.
he tries to feed himself, but makes sure his little sister eats just as much or more than he does.
he can barely sleep, he can somewhat pass out due to exhaustion.
best in survival skills, worst in stamina
Gwen Blake - craftswoman
craftswoman on the team
very efficient
she makes sure all her crafts are efficient.
she’s still religious, she prays that the apocalypse could end, or at least that they have a chance of surviving.
she usually has a knife, but at some point, she can use a pistol.
she would protect finney with her life.
she gets dreams about the possible future, or places to go, or warnings, etc
she sleeps a lot, but only briefly.
best in stamina
Robin Arellano - brawler
brawler of the team
when it comes to fighting, he’s more on using fist-to-fist, but Lo and Bruce insisted he used a weapon for minimum damage. He’s the more careful one.
he likes to show off his fighting skills in more brutal ways to survivors he doesn’t trust, to show that he, and his team, shouldn’t be messed with.
weapon of choice is his fists, but secondarily, a spear or pole.
he’s extremely protective of not just Lo, but all of his friends.
speaking of, during missions, he’s always paired up with Lo. he will NOT leave him alone.
he’s the second most altruistic out of the survivors.
when others are feeling down, he does his best to make sure everyone stays and feels strong and positive, he knows that’s what’s best for the future.
gets hot easily
best in strength.
Lo Hopper - Strategist/Patrol
he’s the strategist/patrol of the group.
always plans ahead for anything that could happen, or anything that can benefit them. executes his plans efficiently and as well as he can
borrowing billy’s spare jacket (despite being bitter with him)
weapon of choice are knives and spears
he hates loud weapons, like molotov cocktails, or guns
extremely controlling under stress
he doesn’t like to sleep, and he becomes an insomniac due to being afraid and paranoid. that’s why he chooses to be night patrol. but when he does sleep, he can’t do it without robin in his sight, or with him.
the most altruistic out of everyone
best in strategy.
Vance Hopper - Brawler
he’s the brawler of the group.
he’s very attentive to his surroundings, and tries to take the most logical decision to himself.
he can get a little reckless
weapon of choice are brass knuckles and maybe guns.
despite being an aggressive fighter, he knows how to do it as quietly as he can, if hes in bigger spaces.
the strongest out of everyone.
he’s extremely protective of the younger ones (Griffin and Gwen), and his little cousin (Lo)
he also doesn’t like to sleep, but eventually he does. he’s not a night owl.
he cares about Lo the most.
gets hot easily
good with kids
best in strength
Bruce Yamada - Medic/Weaponry Expert
he’s the medic/weaponry expert
his dad liked to teach him about survival skills, his mom liked to teach him about medicine.
his weapon of choice is his spiked bat, since he’s strongest with that.
every after fight, he checks on everyone’s physical states
this becomes a force of habit, and if he sees even just a scratch, he immediately does his best to patch it up.
likes to encourage the people in his group, with Robin. but his mental state is pretty down.
he’s a careful, calculated fighter
really good swings
makes sure everyone’s out of danger
best in intellect
Billy Showalter - Newsboy/Tracker
he’s the newsboy/tracker of the group
he keeps track of the state of their base, knows how to work and fix a radio, and keeps track of the zombies.
weapon of choice is a pistol
he needs a routine to himself, because when things are a little too chaotic, he ends up getting mentally overwhelmed.
he makes sure everything is being done efficiently.
follows Lo’s strategies to a fault, despite being bitter with him. he just likes the organization.
he lost most of his appetite watching the zombies eat people
he sleeps easily, but again, briefly.
runs really fast
best in stamina
Griffin Stagg - Craftsman
he’s the craftsman of the group
he likes to make things, especially anything with mechanics
he’s really quiet
doesn’t like to use weapons, but when he does, its usually a makeshift crossbow or a pistol
he helps gwen and billy when they need it
he likes to keep his blanket around, one that his grandmother gave him
the one who needs to eat the most
ends up sleeping a lot, but he’s aware of his surroundings anyway.
when everything is a little more peaceful, he likes to craft gifts for everyone to cheer them up.
surprisingly pretty smart, just has pretty bad memory
easily scared and startled
best in intellect
#the black phone#tbp#robin arellano#rockside lovvy hopper#lo hopper#finney blake#gwen blake#vance hopper#billy showalter#bruce yamada#griffin stagg#tbp robin#tbp lo#tbp finney#tbp gwen#tbp vance#tbp bruce#tbp billy#tbp griffin#zombie apocalypse#zombie#zombies#zombie apocalypse au#zombie au#apocalypse au#tbp zombie apocalypse au
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Ro Kaya Rockside Retreat
LOT: Ro Kaya Rockside (40x30), Morensong, Tomarang LOT TYPE: Community (Gym / Spa / Pool) COST: § 176,452 KEY FEATURES: Bar | Fitness room | Yoga studio | Meditation room | Spa treatment rooms | Outdoor pool | Hot tub NOTES:
Since Tomarang is based largely on Thailand and Thailand is known for its spas, I decided that it would be fitting to build a wellness retreat here.
This is also built as a venue for your Sims’ pool parties.
This build is based on a wedding venue in Thailand which I found on Pinterest.
DOWNLOAD HERE
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Tomarang Spa | No CC
Size - 40x30
Price - 302.137$
Type - Spa
Location - Tomarang, Ro Kaya Rockside
CC free
Please do not re-upload or claim as your own! Tag me if you use my build =)
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Okay, so I lied. Headcanons for all the Ninjas with Dragons living in the Monastery.
I decided to throw in a redeemed Morro, too, because like.. think about it. Wojira duo plus a Lightning Dragon.
Send help. I love the Dragons Rising Dragons.
While Jiro and Nya do go for flights around the mountains as stated in previous post, one of the more "weird" things they do together is sit outside in the courtyard when its raining and windy, Morro often joins them despite having passed on his Elemental Power to Euphrasia.
Jiro often uses his wings to provide cover for the ex-Elemental Master of Wind, while Nya prefers to sit away from the cover where she can feel the downpour. Jiro simply likes the thunder and lightning that boom, it's comforting.
And it's also when the Lightning Dragon is at his most alert. Whenever Nya or Morro become despondent, he nudges them closer so they can feel his warmth to ground them back. It's not something they like, but it becomes unbearable to ignore the call of the Elements. Even with Vengestone braces.
Riyu sometimes sits with them. He and Jiro talk to each other about their lives in the mountains before The Merge. Vigor(The Adult Mountain Dragon) also does sit with them occasionally. They're more of a sit in the cave and watch though.
Wyldfyre, Kai, Torchspark(Fire Dragon from Imperium), and Heatwave love sun-bathing in the summer. Wyldfyre talked Kai into it, and the big oaf won't admit he likes it. Sometimes, he brings melons for the Dragons and sandwiches for him and Wyldfyre.
The four of them also enjoy fireworks, too, it scratches something in their brains, you know? (They also love firecrackers, but keep them away from Wyldfyre as she often tries launching them into the air before igniting them).
Lounging around in hotsprings is also a very nice time between the four of them after a hard days work. Wyldfyre usually ends up falling asleep, so she as to stay on Heatwaves back.
Despite being both Ice Elementals, Glacier and Zane prefer staying inside! Pixal was the one who usually dragged Zane out of the house during winters, and without her, he is far, far more hesitant to go out without any of the fire Elementals.
While they stay inside, Zane often simply retells Glacier stories of him and Shard, who the Ice Dragon recognizes and, in turn, tells stories about her own realm, being the Never Ream(Where she and Jiro come from, actually) Her own parents had known the sires to the guardian of the Shurikens of Ice.
Rockside and Cole often have loads of fun creating rock towers or buildings together, Geo often comes in, too, to make sure their projects don't break. One of their favourite creations is actually a small rock castle made for Fritz and Spitz.
As the name goes, Rockslide has fun going down hills. He loves mudslides and avalanches, often joined up by Sora, Wyldfyre, Riyu, and Arin alongside Kai(adrenaline junkies, the lot of them Though Nya is no better alongside Lloyd).
Riyu and Zanth enjoy playing tag, and they often drag Sora and Arin into the mix alongside the Fritz and Spitz. (Zanth and Riyu have to be careful, though, because Heatwave WILL chew them out for playing too rough).
#ninjago#dragons rising#ninjago dragons rising#ninjago sora#fiberturkey's rambles#ninjago arin#lloyd garmadon#ninjago zanth#ninjago jiro#fire dragon#ninjago heatwave#mountain dragons#ice dragon#ninjago morro#ninjago nya#ninjago kai#ninjago zane#ninjago geo#ninjago fritz#ninjago spitz#ninjago wyldfyre#ninjago riyu
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Medusa and The Blind Woman
Part I
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She crashes in on an easterly wave.
One that threatens the bare spindles of a long dead port. The wind bites at stilts gnarled by sea salt and the negligence of time, threads of frayed twine whipping in retaliating lashes against the onslaught versus sturdy grecian wood.
Lexa watches from on high, eyes on mastheads and white sails in the distance when she takes a moment to admire her only non-hissing companion, the sea. She stands an eagle in her nest of serpentine thorns, as the speck of a sailor draws near from the horizon, boat marching on the back of winds that carry it onward. The ocean howls of intruders long before they arrive, the swishing churn of embattled rip tides announcing the threat among rustled gusts and spits of algae foam.
It's all become so painfully predictable.
Lexa sighs at the sight of them marching on toward her fortress.
A sinking weight floods her stomach, weary resignation presses heavy against her throat.
The grip of her spade reminds hers they mean nothing to her morning, to her unforgiving schedule that must be kept. What with the chill slipping through the cracks of a waning afternoon sun setting on the intruder's horizon.
She doesn't bother to watch their approach further, instead keeping her thoughts to steady hands that churn earth and crumble stone, driving her blade against charcoal and turning it to soot. She checks her moorings to the west and fells a few fresh saplings for kindling. Nuisances in that particular corner of her nest of thorns, ones she's been waging a losing battle with for ages.
Her thoughts scatter like the seed and silt that pour through the calloused cracks of her fingers, wondering—
A sharp whine fills the air below, followed by a screech and crash of splintering wood. A thunderous boom echoes along the rockside loud enough to shake the very gravel under her feet followed by a full chested bellow.
"Gods damn it all!"
Lexa straightens from her work at the cry of anger, loud enough to have her dropping her tools where she stands. Loud enough to send a shiver across her scalp that hisses and spits its welcome in return.
She slips past brambles and thickets of overgrowth. Moves between boulders and shrugging aside the hang of vine, winding her way to the edge of her oasis. The sweet scent of honeysuckle mixes with sea water as she moves close to the rocky ledge of the cliff shore.
Careful to stay hidden, tucked neatly in the shadows, she lifts a few leaves on the tips of her finger to see her would be… captors…
Or. Captor.
The waters are littered with floating bits of dock and warped wood, now useless and broken into a thousand tiny shards that bob their way back out into the wild.
In its place is a boat.
A rather pathetic boat, Lexa notes at the feel of a nose nudging her cheek. A vessel of one lonely single seat, barely a rod for a mast, with two matching oars on each side. The sight of its paltry build makes her frown, her lips slackening in shock as she looks past the debris of the wreckage to the fleeing white sails receding into the burgeoning twilight distance.
Another screeched caw from a circling bird above makes Lexa jump, ignoring the snap and hiss in her ear at the same time the air fills with a strained, "Oh shut up!"
Well.
This is certainly not what she had expected.
Because…
She's blonde.
Her apparent assassin is blonde.
And a woman.
Altogether a decidedly less muscular figure than Lexa had become accustomed to seeing her would-be heroes in the making that washed up on her shores. Not the type bearing rippling muscles, or the thuggish brawn born of beating one's own chest.
In fact, this assassin is downright dainty.
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Read on AO3
#clexa#clexa fanfic#clarke griffin#commander lexa#clexa fanfiction#read on ao3#hope y'all like it ok 😬
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You got me hooked on the battle couple and since your the only dealer I'm making it your problem!
Imagine its not poetics or gifts or even battle prowess that wins miko over no. its his fucking musical ability!! Tarn gets it in his head to serenade his beloved with someones freshly removed head as a gift for good measure and for some reason that's what does it for miko who pounces him once the song is done. The next day tarn is walking with a limp hanging off her arm like a pampered trophy wife looking like he got mauled by a bear and miko looks far to pleased with herself.
It's funny because Tarn exhibits many qualities her kin appreciate, and frustrates her even more!
Her cousins would definitely roast her in a good-natured way because of the mysterious mech's dedication with fresh kills and lovely courting gifts.
Oh, and they match, too. Pink and purple complement each other!
Miko is sulking underwater because Cybertronians like to stay from it.
Of course, Tarn plants himself on the beach, bank, pier, or rockside to wait for her. If there's wide space, then he's writing scripts into the dirt and sand via his tank treads or using pretty rocks.
I don't know if it's funny or terrible if Tarn's ability doesn't injure Miko. Not out of fated bondmate bullscrap, but because her seablood heritage came out and sees it as not only a siren-like potential mate but entwined in the words are the undeniable score of her other half of a Soulsong.
Instead of pain, it enraptures.
Think of it as some sort of seablood catnip to the average seafolk, but on Miko? She can't tamp down the instinctual urge to warble out her own part.
Tarn is delighted over the fact that they'll have a private duet. Meanwhile, the others (minus Raf, Jack, and June) are increasingly disturbed by the haunting, ethereal noise that is enemanting from everywhere and nowhere as Miko gets back into singing in sea-tongue.
Not even the exquisite temperatures of a hotsprings could overcome their collective anxiety over it.
Jack and Raf calls them out for it because they managed to go against robot Satan and hordes of the undead, and yet a mating call is what spooks them the most.
It's the ambiance, they said. It's the middle of wild nature with an eerie back-and-forth echo of lovely yet haunting notes. Nothing else is disturbed by their sensors. Where is it coming?
It's Miko. Underwater. She knows how to suppress herself and hide her presence. She's enjoys hunting.
Probably culminates into this:
Miko: "What if I fuck him?"
Jack: "Don't do it."
Miko: "But I do it in a way he wouldn't expect it."
Jack: "Miko, I love you, and we spent lifetimes together, but I'm finding out things I don't know if I want to know."
Miko: "I'm gonna peg his ass."
Jack: "... What if he likes it?"
Miko (not listening): "I always wanted to peg an ass."
Jack (giving up): "Find a good harness then."
Raf (who's been there the entire time): "Ask about lube. You'll need it for aft ports."
Miko: "Ratchet’s been running away from me. I'm gonna need a trap because I need more info."
(Cue a reluctant sex ed for Cybertronian frames starring Ratchet with special guests' input on war-frames from Soundwave and Knock Out.)
#ask#magicalprofessorsludgedeputy#transformers#transformers prime#tfp#miko nakadai#tarn#miko x tarn#jack darby#raf esquivel#humanformers#humans into Cybertronians#creature#magic#mating behavior#soulmate au#cybertronian culture#cybertronian biology#valveplug#maccadam#my writing#our girl is taking notes and getting fitted in an Elsewhere sex shop#the jasper trio are amica by cybrtronian standards
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up up and above; guardian x crow ficlet
so i cannot WAIT for the skimmers :D i had to write something for Crow and the Guardian trying those out! i'm also including some theories about how we got it and how it works, so if it turns out to be something different when they're released, well! :D it is what it is haha. also on ao3
The Skimmer floats a few inches off the ground, waiting for its owner to mount it. The grass vibrates beneath it, pebbles and dirt do too as the antigrav works. This technology, gifted by the citizens of Neomuna, has taken everyone's attention off the grim perspectives, giving something fresh and new to think about.
Of course, the Guardian and Crow have to turn it into a competition.
"Ready?" Crow smiles at the Guardian who watches him curiously and with anticipation. They nod and turn to their Sparrow, aiming to see what moves faster and maneuvers better.
Crow steps onto the Skimmer, wobbling a little as he finds his balance, but the plate is holding strong. And if anything, this is a match made in heaven - a Hunter and the most mobile way to traverse patrol areas - and more.
Instincts, competitiveness and the craving of speed kick something off inside Crow - and he pushes the Skimmer to move.
The wind blows into his face as the Skimmer carries Crow down a wide Cosmodrome path, and right beside him is the Guardian atop the Sparrow. The sounds of the vehicle roar through the calm quiet afternoon, and Crow laughs as he moves on the Skimmer, feeling quite at home.
The bumpy hills, the curving trails, his fingers touching the soft green leaves of passing bushes, all of that fills his head with sweet spring air and happiness. The Guardian trails just beside him, and Crow knows he must up the ante soon.
He sees the opportunity and he is ready to snatch it.
Firmly standing on the Skimmer, he directs it up into the air, his hair fall into his face but it doesn't matter. The antigrav brushes against the curving rockside of a cliff as Crow whoops and laughs, making a circle in the air before landing back to the ground.
He slows down, and so does the Guardian who mutters something suspiciously sounding like "show-off", but Crow is pleased nonetheless. He grins, his cheeks darkened with excitement and exertion, and reaches out to the Guardian to hold hands as their vehicles slow down to a crawl side by side.
"Race you?" Crow asks a moment later, pointing to the forgotten aerodrome ahead.
The Guardian grins, telling Crow that he's on it.
He squeezes their hand with a smile and turns back to look at the aerodrome. Oh yes, those angled plane wings will do nicely.
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Ro Kaya Rockside
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Happy Hour con i giochi da tavolo!
Happy Hour con i giochi da tavolo! Ogni giorno dall' orario di apertura alle 21 , approfitta del nostro speciale: un drink + un o piu piatti a scelta un prezzo super! + l'affitto di un gioco da tavolo Gratis
Locale a gestione famigliare Bistrot con Cucina Bio - Aperitivi-Cocktails Bar -Birreria LudoPub- -Giochi da tavolo e di Società- Tornei Eventi e Feste Sports & Calcio in Tv Siamo in Via Veio 54 Roma Zona San Giovanni - dopo Coin Prenotazioni 06 64764436 Prenotazioni Whatsapp o Cel 366 458 7003
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Robin Arellano x Lovvy Hopper 🫶🏻
(Rovvy)
#lovvy hopper#lo#rockside lovvy hopper#the black phone#the black phone oc#tbp#tbp robin#tbp robin arellano#robin arellano#tbp lovvy hopper#self shipping#oc x canon#self insert#canon x oc#oc x robin arellano#lokieverse#LOKIEVERSE
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This lot contains 6 apartments or if you like you can change it to 4 separate houses - I used only BASE GAME and new expansion pack For Rent. Contains: 6 UNITS 16 BEDROOMS 9 BATHROOMS COMMON AREAS Built on a 40 by 30 residential lot, this lot has so much more for your Sims to enjoy the game. The open living space integrates a bar, dining room, gym . No custom content was used. I hope you like the lot. This lot includes the New Expansion pack - For Rent.
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Tomarang | Save File No CC
4 new buildings CC Free (lounge, restaurant, park and house).
Download or DL (early access)
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Tea House
lounge, 40x30, 313.668$, location - Ro Kaya Rockside
Sungai Restaurant
restaurant, 30x20, 131.016$, location - Sungai Point
Tam Nang Sands
park, 30x20, 95.433$, location - Tam Nang Sands
House & Cafe
house, 40x30, 98.836$, location - Chee-wit Chee-waa Kanto
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Short Prompt #1256
CW: injury (broken bones), implied character death.
Storm clouds raged up above as a terrible crack resounded through the air, though it was not thunder. The hero's spine had broken in half, completely paralyzing them as a breathless scream scratched at their throat.
The villain watched from their high ground, eyeing their nemesis. Once satisfied with their analysis, Villain kicked at the loose rockside, letting it fall straight down.
#writeblr#writing#short prompt#writing prompt#hero x villain#hero x villain community#smuwfy#some messed up writing for you#tw: injury#tw: character death
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Medusa and the Blind Woman
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Come to me, my love
Across fields full of lilies at night
The stars shining overhead
Are witnesses to our love
As bright as the sky.
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(Coming sorta soon to an AO3 tab near you)
She crashes in on an easterly wave.
One that threatens the bare spindles of a long dead port. The wind bites at stilts gnarled by sea salt and the negligence of time, threads of frayed twine whipping in retaliating lashes against the onslaught versus sturdy grecian wood.
Lexa watches from on high, eyes on mastheads and white sails in the distance when she takes a moment to admire her only non-hissing companion, the sea. She stands an eagle in her nest of serpentine thorns, as the speck of a sailor draws near from the horizon, boat marching on the back of winds that carry it onward. The ocean howls of intruders long before they arrive, the swishing churn of embattled rip tides announcing the threat among rustled gusts and spits of algae foam.
It's all become so painfully predictable.
Lexa sighs at the sight of them marching on toward her fortress.
A sinking weight floods her stomach, weary resignation presses heavy against her throat.
The grip of her spade tightens as she reminds herself they mean nothing to her morning, to her schedule, that must be kept. What with the chill slipping through the cracks of a waning afternoon sun setting quick on the intruder's horizon.
She doesn't bother to watch their approach further, instead keeping her thoughts to steady hands that churn earth and crumble stone, driving her blade against charcoal and turning it to soot. She checks her moorings to the west and fells a few fresh saplings for kindling. Nuisances in that particular corner of her nest of thorns, ones she's been waging a losing battle with for ages.
Her thoughts scatter like the seed and silt that pour through the calloused cracks of her fingers, wondering—
A sharp whine fills the air below, followed by a screech and crash of splintering wood. A thunderous boom echoes along the rockside loud enough to shake the very gravel under her feet followed by a full chested bellow.
"Gods damn it all!"
Lexa straightens from her work at the cry of anger, loud enough to have her dropping her tools where she stands. Loud enough to send a shiver across her scalp that hisses and spits its welcome in return.
She slips past brambles and thickets of overgrowth. Moves between boulders and shrugging aside the hang of vine, winding her way to the edge of her oasis. The sweet scent of honeysuckle mixes with sea water as she moves close to the rocky ledge of the cliff shore.
Careful to stay hidden, tucked neatly in the shadows, she lifts a few leaves on the tips of her finger to see her would be… captors…
Or. Captor.
The waters are littered with floating bits of dock and warped wood, now useless and broken into a thousand tiny shards that bob their way back out into the wild.
In its place is a boat.
A rather meager boat, Lexa notes to herself at the feel of a nose nudging her cheek. A vessel of one lonely single seat, barely a rod for a mast, with two matching oars on each side.
The very sight of its paltry build makes her frown. Her lips drop open shock as she looks past the debris of the wreckage to the fleeing white sails receding into the burgeoning twilight distance.
Another screeched caw from a circling bird above makes Lexa jump, ignoring the snap and hiss in her ear at the same time the air fills with a strained, "Oh shut up!"
Well.
This is certainly not what she had expected.
Because…
She's blonde.
Her apparent assassin is… blonde.
And decidedly less muscular than she'd become accustomed to. Not the type bearing rippling muscles, or the thuggish brawn born of beating one's own chest.
This assassin is downright… dainty.
Dressed in a simple white shift in place of the bronze and pounded silver chest plate that Lexa is used to, stands a woman with sun laden ribbons of spun gold hair, bare of the usual swords and shield expected of such a journey and instead grasping a rather pathetic looking stick. Her face is cloaked in a curtain of wispy strands of gold, darkened by sea spray and the looming cliffs above as she fiddles with a satchel tied to her hip. She tussles with the strings, fingers awkward as she struggles to keep hold of the long spindle stick while fighting a losing battle with a knot that ignores her angered muttering.
Lexa watches from the safety of the shadow's edge as the intruder goes about her various tasks. She watches her reach out and smack the end of the stick in her hand along the ground in sweeping thunks. Watches her do a slow sort of pirouette, a kind of turn here and there as she taps each stone and rock around her in a series of dull clicks. Her steps seem timid, calculated in the way they shuffle and pause and then go again, as her head twists slightly at every creak of the trees that bend toward the skyline, every crash of the tide, every chirp of a bird that follows.
She watches the woman zigzag a line away from the wreckage of splintered wood and sails, weaving her way in measured footsteps and the incessant tapping of her stick.
Lexa glances toward the two beady eyes staring at her and gives an equally mystified shrug.
It's only when she comes close, dangerously close to the ridge cut in the cliff face that leads to the well worn path inland that Lexa finally finds her voice.
"Who are you?"
The peculiar tapping stops on the sharp cut of a startled scream. "Hades in hell!"
The hand not brandishing the stick clutches at her chest as she takes a half spin, the stick coming up in a wild arch like a sword apparently ready to slice the air in battle.
Lexa frowns from the safety of her shadowed nook at the ridiculous display below. "If you wish to keep your life, turn back. Now."
The woman makes another half turn in her direction, face lifted and eyes screwed shut. "Where are you? This place is like an amphitheater."
"Your search is in vain! I said—"
"Give me a left or right, lady," she cuts her off impatiently, the stick shaking but still held vaguely menacingly aloft. "Clap or something so I at least know I'm not talking to a tree."
"Leave," Lexa booms with all the might of her weary bones, feeling her words reverberate against the stone embankment and echo into her chest. Power courses through her as she watches her idiotic, would-be killer startle and stumble back… only to right herself and throw her hands up in a huff.
"Fine! I'll just shout at whatever, since apparently that's what you do here!" The stranger slams the stick down on its point, burying it deep into the sand and leans her weight against it, wobbling only slightly with a heaving sigh. "Listen. Just relax a minute and listen to me."
Only the crashing waves and panting drags of her breath echoes in the silence.
"Alright," she says as Lexa seethes and looks on. "My name is Clarke. I'm not… one hundred percent sure where I am, but if I am where I should be, I need you to know that I was sent here by my people, okay? I didn't choose to be here—"
"That does not matter!"
"I know that!" this woman, this Clarke, snaps right back. "I know you're pissed, you've made that abundantly clear, but what I'm saying is, whatever you think I'm here to do, believe me when I say, I am not."
"I think you're here to kill me," Lexa says in all but a growl.
Clarke throws the arm she's not leaning on into the air. "Then it's a wonderful thing we're having this chat, because I'm not."
Lexa's jaw aches with how hard she grits her teeth at the snark soaked rebuttal. "Then what are you here for?"
"I already said I didn't have a choice. I was just shipped off here and told to—." Lexa watches the woman swallow down the rest of her words, blonde hair swaying with the shake of her head. "Look, it doesn't matter what I was told to do. I'm not interested in fighting anyone else's battles right now. All I plan to do is squat here for a few weeks, work on my tan, fix my gods forsaken boat, and get out of your hair… Or uh, not your— The, with the— I'm assuming, if you are— If you're —"
"Why shouldn't I strike you down where you stand?" Lexa calls over the pathetic bumbling of the woman below. "I stay to the shadows for your safety, grace you with an opportunity to flee for your life. Why should I not step forward and let you see the face of your end?"
All Clarke does is snort. "Yeah, good luck with that."
Fingernails digging into the weathered bark of the tree does nothing to soothe the surge of anger that rises in Lexa's chest. She watches as the stranger seems to sigh to herself. The stick gets yanked from where it'd been buried in the sand and shook off.
And then the damn tapping starts again.
"What is that you are doing?" Lexa calls in a huff.
The woman flops a careless hand in her general direction as she calls back, "Playing a real fun game called trying to not break my neck. You can't tell?" and taps the stick against a hip sized boulder along its side and up the top, and then moves on to it's sister to the right in a few series of clicks.
Lexa watches her repeat this process several times over, wandering in short bursts until finding another object of interest before starting the process all over. She watches that face turn up, eyes still shut tight, pausing and leaning and listening to every roll of the waves, every rustle of wind, every minute chirp of birds.
It's only when a head butts her temple and black beady eyes slip closed and stay closed, when the tip of Clarke's stick finds the gnarled roots of an upended tree and the woman chances a feel with her hands along the rough bark that it all finally makes sense.
"You're blind."
She says it more to herself than anyone, long since used to the lack of audience that can talk back, but the astute observation still earns her laugh. One topped with a tired smile from that unseeing face as she eases down onto the overturned tree for a rest.
"Whew. Nothin' gets past you."
#clexaweek23#clexa#friends or foes#sorry I didn't get it up last night I started feeling awful and gave up#shocking I know
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ALLRIGHT THE AESTHETICS ARE SO COOL RN, so after a BUNCH of shitty repetitive tasks i made it so that the walls block lights and create shadows!! idk if i wanna do this to the rockside but its still very cool!!!!! it looks way better then the overly vibrant vibes from before. It looks dark and mysterious but not that dark.
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