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doortotomorrow · 1 year
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Clarke “I like girls” Griffin
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heartbellamy · 1 year
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-ˏˋ clarke griffin appreciation week ˊˎ- day six (bi day) — bi text posts ✨
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alannacouture · 1 month
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Conageddon has already started off with a bang! (So I live 30 minutes from Boston. On a scale of 1 to Stalker, how weird would it be if I happened to show up at that restaurant? … It’s Stalker, isn’t it? Damn.)
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oruali · 10 months
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You're coming back
And it's the end of the world
We're starting over
And I love you, darling
And I am done, dear
- Mitski, I Want You
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dailyclarkegriffin · 2 years
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Clarke Griffin Appreciation Week 2022!
After a wonderful first year of Daily Clarke Griffin, we’d like to invite you all to celebrate Clarke once again as we kick off our second Clarke Griffin Appreciation Week! Last year you all did an amazing job at creating content and spreading positivity and support throughout the community and we wanted to give you the opportunity to do it again!
The dates for this year’s event will be the same as last year’s, October 24th to October 30th. While we know October can be a busy month with lots of events and holidays, we hope you get the chance to participate and give Clarke some love during her birth month. Below will be another list of prompts for those who want to participate, some old and some new! We hope they’ll offer you a little inspiration! And remember, all creators are welcome and encouraged to join, the only requirement is being a Clarke fan! 💖
Prompts:
Day 1: Favorite Storyline — Last year we did Favorite Season, but this year we want to see your favorite storyline. Was it Clarke’s Mount Weather journey in season two? Her experience during Praimfaya in four and five? Her fight to survive the mind drives and the Primes during season six? Whatever you enjoy, we want to know!
Day 2: Happiest Moment — It’s no secret Clarke went through a lot of pain and loss as the show’s lead, but since our goal is to spread positivity, we want to see how you associate happiness with Clarke. You could highlight her reunion with the delinquents in season two, or the simple moments she shared with Madi during Praimfaya, whatever comes to your mind when you hear happiness.
Day 3: Friendship — We did something similar last year where you showed us your favorite dynamic, but this year we want something more specific. What’s your favorite friendship? Who did you love seeing Clarke interact with? What friendship would you have liked to see more of?
Day 4: Association & Symbolism — Okay, this is definitely a new one, but there’s lots of things you can do with this! Color association, colors that make you think of Clarke. Flower symbolism, what blooms symbolize Clarke’s personality best? Elemental association, make something that connects Clarke to one, or all, of the elements: fire, water, earth, air. What about mythology? Which God or Goddess do you connect Clarke with? It’s almost Halloween, what creature makes you think of Clarke: a witch, a siren, a phoenix (resurrection and rebirth, anyone?), even a griffin (for obvious reasons). This day is all about creativity!
Day 5: Music & Lyrics — This one is a staple. Find some inspiration in music! Make a gifset with lyrics, create a video set to a song that makes you think of Clarke, write a fic around lyrics or a concept of a song, whatever gives you inspiration to create something! And if you’re having trouble with music, you can also use the day to draw inspiration from a quote you like, too, if that’s more your style.
Day 6: Bi Pride — You didn’t think we’d change this one, did you? Of course not! We could always use more bi pride! Give us all the pink, purple and blue your heart desires! Colorful gifs, moodboards that scream bi pride, doodles of kisses, fics about her experience, anything! As long as there’s Clarke and bi positivity you can’t go wrong, right?
Day 7: Free Day — And of course, we’re going to end on Free Day, which means you can do whatever the hell you want! Make some memes! Post that AU that’s been in your head for months! Make something Halloween-inspired! Anything goes, really. Let your creativity go wild!
And there you go! Once again, this event is open to anyone who wants to join! When the week starts please tag your creations with #cgaw22 so we can reblog whatever you make and share it with our community! If anyone has any questions we are happy to answer or give you some more ideas to help your creative process! And whether or not you can participate, we’d love if you would spread the word by reblogging this post! See you soon, Clarke Kru! 💗💜💙
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belltaviasbff · 1 year
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bellamy: name a way you can be kind to someone
octavia: don’t kill them
bellamy: setting the bar a little low, but i’ll allow it
clarke: bellamy??
bellamy: you don’t understand she had a rough childhood okay
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March 25: Clarktavia, Room + Bead
Clarke/Octavia, ~1,200 words, Modern AU
Just a little indulgent thing idk. I like it, though.
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Octavia's bedroom is set off from the rest of the loft by a beaded curtain. It's in the corner of the space, with a window taking up half the wall behind the bed, the rest of the walls exposed gray brick. She's got a bed, a chest of drawers that she hauled in on her brother's pick-up truck from a garage sale in the suburbs, and a milk crate that she uses as a bedside table. In the corner is an Army bag that she uses for her laundry, and a tall lamp with three opposable bulbs that shine light up to the ceiling, where, at night, it reverberates throughout the corner and flashes back against the glass, creating wide parallelograms of shadow and light.
The bed is a full-sized mattress set low to the floor, on a wooden bed frame made of slats. No headboard. Her sheets are white and her comforter a purple color in the mid-range of the scale, a color almost red, in the poor evening light. A few times, Clarke has found herself alone in the bed, and from that vantage point she has examined the remainder of the room in as much detail as she can without actually breaking confidence and snooping. She's looked through the books that Octavia keeps in the milk cart: trade paperbacks with underlining in them that must have come from Bellamy, and an A6-sized journal held closed with a green rubber band. She's stared at the chest of drawers, finding patterns in the scars on the wood, memorizing the faded stickers on the side. A flower with neon green and pink petals. A smiley face. A peace sign. She's catalogued the items on top of the chest too: toiletries, hair ties, a metal water bottle, a few pieces of jewelry that Octavia never wears. The space is always neat, Clarke supposes because it's so small.
This summer, she has spent a lot of time in the loft, sometimes hanging out with Octavia's brother and his girlfriend, whom she met first, but increasingly with Octavia herself. The first time she stayed over, she bunked on the couch. The second time, the couch was occupied, and Bellamy and Raven's bed didn't fit a third—"Also, gross," as Octavia put it—and so, she crashed in the only available space left. ("Since I don't want to be mean,” Octavia said, “and make you sleep on the floor.”)
In that bed, she has learned Octavia's silences, which mean more somehow than all her smart remarks and little sister commentary—Octavia as herself, no longer performing for her brother or his friends. She'd obviously been doing that for a long time. Clarke watches her now and gets away with it, lazes quietly next to her as the high noon sun floods in, and the little fan Octavia has borrowed from the main loft whirs gently from the top of the milk carton, and causes tendrils of their hair to fly around their faces, and the pages of Clarke's book to rustle and try to flip. She feels it like a whisper against her skin. Octavia is lying on her back and staring up at her journal, held directly above her: not writing, but only skimming idly over past thoughts. Clarke's not close enough to see any of the words. She rests on her side with her head propped up on her fist and just stares, and tries to feel every bit of her body, every bit of her skin: naked, against the worn sheets, warm, in patches of sun, briefly shivering, when grazed by the artificial breeze. She can smell someone cooking in the kitchen on the other side of the loft. She can see all the wrinkles in the bedsheets and the way Octavia's chest rises and falls with the working of her lungs.
The sunlight glints off the beaded curtain, bringing out sharper tones of green and blue from the sea-colored strands.
One night, she brings Octavia a present: a square box, with a ribbon tied around it and a bow on top. The day has been wickedly hot, and her pale blue sundress sticks to her back with a patch of sweat, and her thighs rub together with sweat. Heat rises, so even after dark, the loft still feels warm as if baked in residual sun. Most of the lights are off. Almost no one home.
A familiar glow from the corner.
She parts the beaded curtain gently with just her fingertips, finds Octavia lying diagonally across the center of her bed, frowning deeply down at the pages of one of her books. She's wearing men's boxer shorts and a purple tank-top, also marred with patches of sweat. She looks up at the hint of movement, or sound—whatever clue Clarke gave to her presence that she herself does not discern.
Her frown deepens. "Hey."
"You busy?"
"No." She sets the book down on the floor and gestures with her chin to the box. "What's that?"
"A gift." She sits down lightly at the corner of the bed, next to the pillows, and Octavia pulls herself up and sits cross-legged next to her. She's only a couple years younger than Clarke, but she's got a certain lankiness and long-limbed gangliness that makes her seem, at times, younger than she is, and a habit of being too careless with her body, as if she were not yet aware of its size, which leaves her skin marred with constant, random bruises. Clarke sees one on her upper thigh, turning yellow.
She hands over the box, and Octavia turns it around in her hands suspiciously, without undoing the bow. "I've seen these," she says. "It's a kind of light, isn’t it? Lets you project stars and stuff on the walls?" She hands it back, or tries to, her arms held straight out in front of her and the box between her hands. "You should give it to Raven. She's into space and stuff. I would much rather stay here on Earth, thanks."
Clarke pushes the gift back. "This one's not stars." And, when Octavia still hesitates, "Just turn it on."
She's not sure why she bought the thing, not even if she's just honest within herself. She'd just seen it, in one of the stores she wandered into while trying to think, and simply decided that Octavia should have it.
"You're more stubborn than my roommates," Octavia grumbles, though what she means, Clarke thinks, is more stubborn than me. But she turns on the light anyway, and sets it on top of the chest of drawers. Then, perhaps just to show that she's game, she turns off her lights.
The bedroom, the whole loft, is dark, except for the city light through the window, and the wavering blues and greens from the box. It turns slowly around, sending patterns of waves, starfish, sea creatures, along the brick walls and flickering over the curtain.
Octavia stands still for a moment, between the chest of drawers and the bed, and watches them. Clarke watches her face.
Then, slowly, still not looking down, she climbs back onto her bed, and lies down on her back and looks up, and flicks her eyes across the room. Except for this movement, she is utterly still. She is awash in shades of ocean light. Clarke has never seen her look more beautiful.
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userlaylivia · 6 months
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since clarke is my favorite character I literally ship her with everyone though bellarke is my otp definitely lol but I absolutely love the clarktavia relationship and the way octavia saves clarke in 3x05 gives me feelings!! they had a very complicated relationship ofc and ups and downs but I loved them anyway!! idk why but I have a thing for friendships/female relationships that start off as frenemies or have complicated relationships - hizzie, chamberlake, fayana, jori - but I love those types of relationships so much for some reason lol
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onceiblinked · 9 months
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Chapters: 1/8 Fandom: The 100 (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Raven Reyes, Octavia Blake/Clarke Griffin, Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Clarke Griffin & Raven Reyes, Bellamy Blake & Clarke Griffin, Bellamy Blake/John Murphy, Bellamy Blake & John Murphy & Raven Reyes, Anya & Lexa (The 100), Anya & Octavia Blake Characters: Clarke Griffin, Raven Reyes (The 100), Octavia Blake, Lexa (The 100), Abby Griffin, Bellamy Blake, John Murphy (The 100), Indra (The 100), Titus (The 100), Anya (The 100) Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnancy, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Eventual Smut, but like in chapter two three and four, but not chapter one or after four, anyway, Discussion of Abortion, Love Confessions, Love/Hate, Clarke Griffin & Raven Reyes are Best Friends, Omega Clarke Griffin, Alpha Lexa (The 100), Alpha Octavia Blake, Alpha Raven Reyes (The 100), Anya & Lexa Are Siblings (The 100), Minor Octavia Blake/Lincoln, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Eventual Romance, Pining, Lexa is a Mess (The 100), Girl Penis, Post-Break Up, Complicated Relationships, Fluff and Angst, Minor Luna/Raven Reyes, Jealousy, Protective Octavia Blake, Drunkenness, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Not Beta Read Summary:
The options were limited but complex; it could be her rebellious but somehow reliable best friend, Raven Reyes. Bellamy's sweet and surprising younger sister, Octavia Blake, or Clarke's cold, distant, and confusing ex-girlfriend, Lexa Woods. Either way, Clarke believes she's utterly fucked, with how she will tell each of them that they may or may not be the other parent of the fetus growing inside her.
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drowninglight · 1 year
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btw if u think octavia didnt have a big fat crush on clarke you’re wrong
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doortotomorrow · 9 months
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CLARKTAVIA The 100 / Season 3 / Episode 13 / Join or Die
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heartbellamy · 2 years
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THE BEST OF THE 100 '22  »  category: au's
we are the granddaughters of the witches you weren't able to burn clarke and octavia as sister witches
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alannacouture · 4 months
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Happy happy holidays from Eliza & Marie 🎄 🎁
NOT MY EDITS
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lvcygraybaird · 1 year
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did clarktavia interact at ALL in s6 lmao? asking for a gifset...
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dailyclarkegriffin · 2 years
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It’s time, Clarke Kru! Clarke Griffin Appreciation Week has officially begun! We here at Daily Clarke Griffin are so thrilled to have you with us and we’d like to thank you in advance for participating in our now annual event! Remember to tag #cgaw22 so we can see your creations and reblog them! We can’t wait to see what you all have in store for us! See you on the other side. 💗
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