last line challenge
rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).
okay so I got tagged by the very lovely @babygirlbridger like a couple of weeks ago already (thank you!!!) but I was so busy with choir things etc. I didn't have time to process it, but now here I am!
I usually don't like to post any WIPs or even reference anything I might be drawing or planning to draw because I legitimately don't ever know if I'm gonna finish what I start but skfjdsl oh what the hell, let's do it
you'll never guess who this tiny boi is
also I'm struggling with Cody's face in the middle panel, so he has a placeholder one :D don't judge me
also everyone has probably been tagged a million times already (and I've been absent from tumblr as well so I've missed everything :') ) so no pressure tags @smoosey, @dontbelasagnax, @meebles, @insertmeaningfulusername, @lttrsfrmlnrrgby
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I wonder what happens during Forgotten Land on AWTDY AU?
oh!! i can answer this one easily, because awtdy au amps up significantly after the events of the alternate version of star allies, and in fact concludes before forgotten land occurs.
so realistically, forgotten land could happen mostly as normal! it is even implied to do so in a tongue-in-cheek way in one of the wrap-up pieces of prose i wrote for the immortality integer.
though there might be some changes to the way forgotten land would play out, due to the events of awtdy and the lasting impacts it's had on characters, their skills and relationships, and their resilience levels to specific things. but if anything, i think it would go even more smoothly than in the mainline series!
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Do plant shop clexa own any pets? What if Clarke brings home a kitten one day without telling Lexa because it was a stray? At first Lexa loves the kitten but quickly gets upset when she starts scratching, biting, and uprooting her plants
"Clarke, no." Lexa cannot help the halfhearted, exasperated smile that pulls at the side of her mouth as her wide-eyed girlfriend inches forward tentatively with what looks like a very fuzzy lump of coal in her hands.
Clarke gestures wildly in protest at what she knows will be a defensive argument by her botanically inclined girlfriend, clearly going on the attack to prove her case as the teeny black kitten sails within an inch of Lexa's nose. Lexa goes cross eyed trying to examine the animal as she refocuses, Clarke now cradling the baby protectively into her chest as the kitten meows in protest at the roller-coaster treatment.
"Someone left her all alone in a box outside the studio, Lex. A box-! She has no siblings, nothing, just a tattered little towel-"
Lexa raises a hand halfheartedly to cut off Clarke's indignant rant that she senses gathering like thunderclouds behind stormy blue eyes. She pinches the bridge of her nose halfheartedly to ward off the stress headache that she could feel brewing behind her temple.
She had known it would be something like this when instead of the series of excited voice memos and anecdotes that usually blew up her phone after Clarke had excited her studio for the day, a solitary text with a You home, Lex? lighting up her phone as the sun started its graceful meander below the horizon. Lexa, having loved Clarke almost as long as she'd known her, had signed and poured herself a glass of whisky and settled in to wait for her impulsive girlfriend to arrive home, knowing that she had some unknown in store for her.
Which, as fate would have it, would turn out to be an art studio parking lot kitten.
A neon green gaze peers out from between Clarke's parted fingers, the little ball of soot that Clarke has now named Hiro drinking Lexa in with a keen gaze.
Clarke, sensing that the kitten was having its non-verbal say, wisely held her tongue as Lexa and Hiro stared at each other for a long moment.
Prrt?
Hiro inquires softy at Lexa, the soft chirp punctuated by an inky paw waving halfheartedly through the gap in Clarke's fingers in Lexa's general direction as the small creature becomes slightly more inquisitive.
A long, graceful finger bridges the gap to stroke the fluffy black fur. Clarke fidgets slightly but stays silent as bright blue eyes flick excitedly between Lexa's thoughtful hand and Hiro's tiny frame.
Silence stretches on for a long moment as Lexa softly dances her fingers across the rim of the whisky glass, thinking.
A rusty, quiet purring breaks the moment as Hiro arches into Clarke's hands, rubbing her slender face against Clarke's palm.
Lexa follows the interaction quietly with narrowed eyes, sighing as she drains the last of her whisky.
"Fine, bring her in. But she gets a bath first thing, do you hear me, Clarke? And she's going to have to learn not to chomp any of my plants- do you hear that, Hiro? You have to be good, do you hear-"
Clarke, grinning from ear to ear, sails past Lexa with her miniature void in hand, Hiro rumbling contentedly as Clarke smacks a grateful kiss onto Lexa's cheek before running inside.
Clarke pretends not to notice when Lexa starts snuggling Hiro after long days at the shop, Hiro tucking up into Lexa's lap contentedly while she reads, small paws moving neatly as she kneads Lexa's thigh.
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Coming from a line of ...not very powerful witches honestly, BUT with high expectations nonetheless, Hallie struggled with her identity from the ripe age of 16 when she failed her OFFICIAL WITCHY CEREMONY.
Unfortunately for Hallie she did not manage to light up even a single candle, summon any kind of breeze or manage to form a speck of a cloud - let alone any water.
She tries sometimes to reconnect with her roots, attempt very simple spells and hone her skills but usually nothing comes out of it.
Her ancestors stay (mad) disappointed to this day, her immediate family completely cutting off all contact after learning of her lifestyle as a vampire's familiar.
Previously / Next
sounds of a breeze..on fire? can be heard in the room as the crew makes their way inside
spectral voices whispering mostly insults: Disappointment / Ruined bloodline / NOT A SINGLE SPELL USED??
A loud boom is heard and letters spelling CURSE pop on Hallie's scrying orb closely followed by a crack that renders it unusable
HALLIE: Sooo...you guys might wanna find a witch...to um...get rid of that curse...
CREW: WHAT? AREN'T YOU A WITCH?!
before they can finish the question Hallie is SPRINTING down the stairs getting as far away as possible from the attic and the broken orb
CREW: HALLIE!!???
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