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@paracosm-draw put up a lovely Coloring page and I just had to color in some quiet domesticity in their very green living room. I’d like to think that Obi is addicted to grabbing plants from the store next to their brunch place, and after unlimited mimosas, well, some of them have to come home with him. Thanks @paracosm-draw for all your lovely art you share with us and, MTFBWY 💕
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I realize there are about a hojillion other things going on, fandom and otherwise, but I’m back on my lightsabers this week!
The Brave Companions.
They were an awful confederacy of bounty hunter scum, not a single scruple amongst the lot, which is what had made them so useful to Jaime’s father over the years. Tywin kept them on his payroll– unofficially of course– for use on jobs too remote, too underhanded, or too messy for Senator Tywin Lannister to have on his own hands. They may be scum but the good news was that at least they were Jaime’s father’s scum. The bad news was that he’d have to speak with them to get everything straightened out, which would undoubtedly be an unpleasant experience.
Rating: T
Relationship: Jaime/Brienne
Warnings: Star Wars typical violence, canon-typical dismemberment, author has Too Many Feelings about both IPs involved
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
In honor of Reign’s Series Finale, I’m reposting (replugging) the piece I’m most proud to have written. I didn’t even make it through all of Season One, but the first 13 episodes of Reign will always have a special place in my heart (I mean, where else are you gonna see Anne of Green Gables carry around a blanket-wrapped body?). Mash shippers, this one’s for you.
The Avatar of Arcadia
Chapters: 7/10, ~8,000 words Fandom: The 100 (TV) Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Raven Reyes/Roan, Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin Characters: Raven Reyes, Roan (The 100), Bellamy Blake, John Murphy (The 100), Clarke Griffin
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Raven started calculating times and distances. Trying to figure out who would hear about them going missing first, Roan or Bellamy Blake, and how soon after that they would figure out what had happened. And how soon after that they would be able to organize some sort of response.
The only mathematically supportable answer was too fucking long.
Looking at Cage Wallace’s twisted face, his eyes burning with dark fury, she honestly didn’t like the odds of her and Clarke surviving on his good will alone until then. They needed to find their own angles to work, and fast.
Then she heard quiet thumps, boot steps softened by the carpet that was laid throughout the charter vessel.
A small group of soldiers entered, wearing full hardened body armor, including shielded helmets. The armor was worn and banged up, but still clearly identifiable by the bright royal blue and bold crimson of Montovetero. One of the soldiers stepped forward, facing Wallace, his shoulder stripes marking him as a senior officer. He pulled off his helmet, revealing himself as a very pale, nondescript man on the near side of middle age.
“Colonel Lovejoy, at your service, sir!” he announced, snapping into a salute.
“Hello, Colonel,” said Wallace, with a broad grin. “Good to see you again.”
“Good to see you, too, sir.”
“I’d like to introduce you to our guests,” and Wallace turned to gesture at Raven and Clarke. “The Cefodemorta, as you know, is the angry-looking blonde on the right. On the left, is Raven Reyes, Neutral Observer from the UIS. She will be our guest as we try and sentence Clarke Griffin for crimes against the people of Montovetero, and for crimes against humanity.”
In the pause that followed, one of the soldiers standing toward the back of the small troop stepped forward, ripping off his helmet as he drew closer. “Raven?” he exclaimed. “Is that really you?”
Raven already felt like she’d entered another dimension as she fell hostage for the second time in as many months.
But this, this took otherworldly to an entirely new place.
“Finn?” Raven blinked again and again, trying to clear away the impossible. “Finn Collins?”
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