#draganchitsa

[naomimakesart]

Recently finished character design commission for @draganchitsa

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

Last line tag!

@amplifyme tagged me on this meme, and while she cheated with two lines, I'm afraid I'm cheating with the whole last bit I wrote for the story I've been working on. It just didn't make any sense otherwise, plus I'm pretty sure this covers other writing memes that I was tagged on but never got around to doing. So anyway, rough drafted with dialogue tags but no he/she/name variation yet:

"So Sharon was telling me, 'Ven,' she said--" "'Ven.'" He squinted quizzically. "A nickname?" "Yeah, some of my friends call me that." More or less friends. The few I more or less have. He shook his head in disapproval. "A name like yours should never be shortened." "Oh?" "No. Merely three syllables, but it's a pleasure to, mmm, tiptoe over them, tasting each one -- Ra. Ven. Na." He punctuated each syllable with a flick of a finger. "Separately, eh." A horizontal handwave. "Together, poetry." His hand flared, caressing the air. She ducked her head, resisting the urge to shiver, smiling despite herself. As complex a bit of flattery as he's ever done. "You sound like that quote from Lolita." "Do I." He blinked, stricken. "My apologies. I-- I never meant to compare you to--" Apologies because I caught him out, or does he really mean it for once? She laughed, "It's fine, you only call me anjel anyway." He chuckled. "That is true. Now go on, anjel, tell me what Sharon said."

Tagging, um, @jimintomystery, @poorshadowspaintedqueens, @draganchitsa, @onionjulius, @mariedemedicis, no pressure!

[do-reylo-mi-fa-so]

Bless you, fandom. @kylorenvevo & @draganchitsa

I will just ROLL in fanfiction!

[politicalmamaduck]

We're one of a kind No category Too many years Lost in his story We're free to take Our crowning glory

We’re Six.

Listen to my playlist inspired by SIX and its Queens, our crowning glory, here on 8tracks.

A very happy birthday to my dear friend and mod sister @draganchitsa!

[dreamofspring]

She walked fast, to keep ahead of her fear, and it felt as though Syrio Forel walked beside her, and Yoren, and Jaqen H'ghar, and Jon Snow. 

Happy Birthday @draganchitsa ! Sorry for being late. <3

[aionimica]

51 please!

“I couldn’t have gotten that!” Rey shouted above the carnage as Kylo finished dismantaling the First Order remnant droid. “You’re gonna get yourself hurt.”

“I’m your husband. It’s my job.”  

Rey scoffed as she ducked under the tree and avoided the shower of sparks the droids sent their way. Rey hissed as a few stray burned against her skin. 

The sentry droids screeched through the trees, their infra-red scanners honing on Rey, she reached out in the Force and crunched one against a tree.

“Yeah, well, you’re doing really good at your job!” she called back as they split up, forcing the last droid to pick between the two of them.

A snarl was his only reply, but she felt him laugh in her mind. Ben Solo never really was able to fully shed his past. It would be impossible -- unwise -- to simply divorce that part of him. He was his past, his present, his future and everyday he woke and Rey watched him face the day with the combination of it all.

Here in an ambush it was more evidently seen.

There was always a part of him that was Kylo and that part always came out in a fight and he never ran down. Or at least, he was still learning. It was that curl of his lip as he pointed his saber in the direction of his opponent; it was the way his hair fell in his eyes like a stallion waiting to strike; the way his skin looked under the light of his saber.

Rey smiled as he caught up with her and they stood, back to back as they waited for the droid. 

They were a matched pair, the two of them. A newly forged Jedi and the remade blade turned back on the masters that broke him down. 

“Your job is to not die,” Rey stated and Ben smiled. 

“Yes dear.”

[keefechambers]

[theoldgods]

chaotic neutral @draganchitsa earning her icon in my phone

[jeenonamit]

46. — skies!

By the time Rey steps outside her office building into the chill November air, the sky is already getting lighter, the sun’s earliest rays just beginning to crest the horizon. 

She sighs.

Another all-nighter.

This time, though, it was worth it.

When Leia Organa realized Empire Industries was the one behind the poisoned water supply Rey’s boss had had no choice, really, but to mobilize her associates and spring into action.

It had taken Rey most of the night, but the complaint she just finished is airtight. The CEO of Empire Industries is going to wake up this morning to a lawsuit filed in all fifty states, and the biggest legal nightmare he’s ever had.

Rey is about to descend the stairs to her train station when someone comes up from behind and stops her, touching her arm.

She can already tell who it is – just by the rich cologne she smells in the air, and the confident snicker she hears – before she even turns around.

“It won’t work,” Ben Solo says.

Ben Solo. The asshole who’s been a thorn in Rey’s side from the minute she started practicing law. Snoke’s young protegee, the smug young litigator with the expensively tailored suits and dismissive demeanor who’s been one step ahead of her on just about every case she’s ever worked on.

She turns around to face him.

He’s smirking. “It won’t work,” he says again. Dismissively. His hand is still on her arm, and somehow, despite the chilliness of the early morning, she can feel the heat of it all the way down to her skin. It rattles her. But then, everything about Ben Solo rattles her. “The court’s already sent us the complaint you drafted. We’ll be drilling holes in it all day.”

Rey raises an eyebrow at him. He will not rattle her this time. “I doubt that,” she says. She hopes her voice isn’t shaking. She needs to look, sound – feel – confident. “Our case is bulletproof.”

The smug bastard has the audacity to smile at her. He’s amused. “We’ll see,” he says. “You can expect our motion to dismiss the case by the end of the day.”

With that, he turns on his heels, and strides confidently in the direction of his firm.

The sun has fully risen now, and the sky above her has grown bright. Rey rubs her eyes and tiredly descends the stairs to her waiting train.

Damn him.

But first – sleep. She desperately needs a few hours of rest to recharge and be ready for what today will bring.

She’ll figure out how to deal with Ben fucking Solo later.

[capaldisrighteyebrow]

“I may be small but I am mighty.”

Taking a page out of your book. I needed happy. Porgs were the answer.

With its webbed foot braced against the scaled flesh, the porglet threw back its head for added momentum before crashing its furred snout against the fish. It didn’t even. . .make an indent.

Rey rested her arms on the circular table, propping her chin on them to observe and coach the tiny creature through its first non-regurgitated meal. “I think you’ve got to adjust the angle more,” she suggested, smiling with encouragment.

“It’s still too small,” Ben remarked. He was leaning against the archway, arms crossed as he watched the proceedings.

“Hush,” Rey returned.

The porglet turned to her as Ben’s continued doubt trickled through the Force, eyes wide and glistening; Rey wasn’t entirely sure, but she had a feeling that porgs could feel the cosmic vibrations just as surely as she did. She counteracted Ben’s negativity with love, stroking the porglet’s back and patting its head with a gentle finger.

“Don’t listen to him,” she whispered. “I believe in you.”

Her words were acknowledged by a cooing sound before the creature returned its attention to the small fish Chewie had brought aboard. Ever since Ahch-To, the Wookiee had taken on the extra duty of making sure the porgs inhabiting the Falcon maintained a proper coastal diet.

“Rey--” Ben began again, but she silenced him with a scathing glance. He sighed, moving to sit at the table across from them.

The porglet flapped its small wings quickly, excited and bolstered by the additional audience; it seemed to have forgotten, already, that Ben wasn’t convinced this would work. Then, the porglet opened its mouth as wide as it could and rammed its teeth into the fish’s side. For several moments it appeared stuck, unable to close its jaw or draw back.

“You’ve got it.”

Rey’s eyes darted up to Ben’s at the unexpected words. He smiled at her and earned a grin in return. It never failed to make Rey’s heart soar when he joined her side of an issue--even one as simple as this.

The porglet made a noise that was part growl, part shriek. In another breath, it tore a shred of flesh from the fish, falling back against Rey’s arms with the force of its pull. She beamed, scooping the tiny creature up in her hands and holding it up in victory.

“Though I am small, I am mighty!” she cried in triumph on the porglet’s behalf. It followed her declaration with a trill of happy squeaks that made both humans laugh.

[chibithepasserby]

Chapters: 17/17 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Underage Relationships: Arya Stark/Gendry Waters Characters: Bran Stark, Meera Reed, Sansa Stark, Rickon Stark, Edric Dayne, Arya Stark, Gendry Waters Additional Tags: Beta pairing: Sansa Stark/Edric Dayne, Canon Divergence/Post-Canon, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Underage tagged because Arya is 16-17, roadtrip au Series: Part 1 of Beyond The End Summary:

The snows fall ten-feet deep during Northern winters, and the snow around Winterfell is pink with blood. But dawn has been won, and the kingdoms can dream of spring.

Far to the north, in a great cave, the King in the North—one of the heroes of the dawn, whose visions helped save the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros—sits trapped among the weirwoods. But not for long: his big sister is coming to fetch him home.

Huge thank you to @draganchitsa for writing such an amazing piece! I loved it to bits :)

[rhaella]

asoiaf + stranger things au

maybe i’m a mess. maybe i'm crazy. maybe I'm out of my mind. but, god help me, i will keep these lights up until the day i die if there's a chance that sansa and arya are still out there.

[lordsnow]

for @draganchitsa ♥

[politicalmamaduck]

pokemon go au? either headcanons or a ficlet!

Thank you so much for this fantastic ask, my dear @draganchitsa! I’m going to give you a bunch of headcanons. I hope you like these and I’d love to hear more of yours!

I’m convinced Poochyena and Mightyena are in Kylo’s squad. Dark puppies are just so him. Kylo is Team Valor and will let you know it. He proudly walked to get his Charizard and groans about all the Eevee research tasks.

Rose and Finn are both Team Instinct. Rose is in it for all the cute Pokemon and doesn’t like having to battle in gyms for research tasks, but when she does she is all in and will absolutely destroy your Pokemon with her team of cuties.

Poe is also Team Valor, but has a rivalry with Kylo as to who can take over the most gyms.

They don’t touch Rose’s gyms, though.

Rey loves digging into the code and trying to figure out when the new Pokemon and things are going to be released. She walks Togepi for a while, and Cubone will always be one of her favorite Pokemon. She recruits everyone to go take down an Alolan Marowak raid and is super pumped when they win.

Paige is Team Mystic and rolls her eyes constantly at Kylo and Poe. Rey does the same.

Kaydel is Team Instinct. Jessika is Team Valor. They are both more competitive than people would assume.

Leia’s Pokemon are as fabulous as she is. She has a pink shiny Dratini, both original and Alolan Ninetales, and Absol in her collection.

Rey takes walks during her lunch break to catch Pokemon and enjoy the sunlight.

Luke is a Team Mystic cryptid who mysteriously takes over a bunch of gyms seemingly out of nowhere. Likely to leave a Snorlax to defend.

No matter how many times they tell him it’s Pokemon, Han will always pronounce it Poke-man. “Catch any Pokemans today?” he always asks.

[jeeno2]

★

I’m going to have brunch with @salakakuchimba and @galacticprideandprejudice this weekend!!!

For every ★ I get, I will post a fact about myself.

[aionimica]

bookstore AU!

“You really don’t want to read that.”

Rey looked up suddenly from her coffee and her book at the sudden stranger who stood next to her in the Classics aisle of Shuttles&Nobles.

“Faulkner.” He gestured to the copy of A Light in August under her arm with a scowl. “You’d be better off reading Hemingway.”

“Hemingway was a dick,” Rey said without even looking him in the eye. It wasn’t hard. He was tall with thick black hair that fell just past his chin and a line of stubble threatening to become facial hair hanging around his jaw and chin. But it wasn’t this that caught her attention, no. It was those eyes that watched her curiously: wondering what the hell she was doing with Faulkner.

He shrugged. “A dick who knew what he was doing. He knew story and thematics and could use a fucking comma.”

Before she could protest, he handed her a copy off the shelf and pressed it into her hands. “Trust me on this. I know you’ll feel it to.”

Rey watched as he strode away, the extra copy of The Old Man and the Sea teetering on her Faulkner. She almost set it down, but curiosity made her keep onto it. As she made her way to the checkout line, she pulled out her phone and texted Finn.

Well. Today got weird.

He must be a regular because Rey saw him again when she sat down a few days later with a  new copy of Pride and Prejudice at one of the tables in the coffee shop attached in the corner.

“Let me guess, Faulkner?” He prompted, that shit-eating grin starting to curl across his lips, like he already knew what she was going to say.

“Was terrible,” Rey finished.

The stranger almost smiled. Almost before Rey clarified. “And Hemingway is still a dick.”

She slid the copy of Hemingway back to him. “You’re gonna have to do better than that.”

“Why do people like Austen better? Bronte is a perfectly acceptably substitute–”

Rey slammed the book shut, but he didn’t even flinch. “I can’t believe this, you’re doing this again?” Rey leaned back in disbelief. “I don’t even know you and –”

He pulled out his wallet and slipped a business card onto the table.

Ben SoloChief Editor of Kylo Ren BooksAn Extension of First Order Publishing

She narrowed her eyes and took a sip of her coffee as she twisted the cardstock in her fingers. “I’ll play along, I’m Rey. Now I want to you to chose your next words about this classic, very carefully.”

His heavy brown eyes flicked from her to the book and back, his mouth mulling over words not yet spoken. “You’ve got to widen your mind, if you think this is the penultimate piece of fiction to come out of that time period, the Bronte–”

“Hang on, I’m not talking about them– Did you ever finish it?”

He stopped, confused before answering, “Not exactly.”

“If you buy me coffee and actually manage to finish Pride and Prejudice, I’ll let you tell me what books to read.” She pulled out her planner and circled the next time she’d be in the store, before tearing it out and handing it to him. “One chapter per book recommendation.”

His hands dwarfed hers as he took it from her and folded it crisply “Deal.”

Later she texted Finn.

Still not a date. Ha!

She wouldn’t stare at his lips.

She wouldn’t stare at his lips.

She wouldn’t stare at his lips.

“–Hamlet is overrated, there are so many better works of Shakespeare, not to mention from that time period, but no. Everyone has to always talk about fucking Hamlet. Or Macbeth please let me never hear about that one again.”

Rey wouldn’t stare at those perfect lips on that perfect mouth of his as he continued to rant about Hamlet and every other popular Shakespeare play. She sighed and definitely didn’t focus right to the side of those lips, at the mole on his check, or his dimples that pulled with he managed to get particularly passionate.

“Well you’re wrong,” she said eventually when she stretched. “Hamlet is a classic and its easily accessible by a multitude of audiences, which makes it fun for all ages and learning levels, not to mention when performed correctly, it’s the funniest and saddest thing.”

“But nobody performs it correctly,” he moaned and ran his hands through his hair.

Rey shook her head. Leaning back, she looked at her phone and frowned. “Shit, it was only one week, how far into Pride and Prejudice did you get?”

Ben looked down at his copy with little sticky notes feathering the side. He’d bought it the last time they met – the cover was one of Rey’s favorites. “I don’t know, Lizzy is staying at her friends house. It’s about the same place I stopped the last time.”

Rey held back a smile. “Keep going. My favorite part is coming up. Anyways, you’ve been talking for twenty minutes.”

“I have a lot of opinions,” Ben said with a shrug.

“Ok, but what about mine?” Rey pressed.

Ben acquiesced and after a quick pause to gather a second round of caffeine, the tables turned. “Thoughts on Tolstoy?”

Easy. “Too long, there are other things I’d rather read.”

He stared at her like she had three heads and was wielding a laser sword. “Alright… Bronte vs Austen?”

“You really won’t let this go? Fine.” Rey leaned forward on the table, bracing against her elbows until she was mere inches from him. From those lips that looked way too damn good as they drank from a coffee mug. “Austen, since Northanger Abbey is freakishly underrated, and Catherine Moreland is a modern day heroine.”

His jaw worked back and forth as his gaze sized her up. “Sci-fi?”

Rey grinned triumphantly. “Mary Shelley is my queen, Dracula is overrated and no matter how much I want to say it’s overrated, I can’t seem to ever hate Dune.”

He looked at her with an unprecedented softness in his eyes, the harsh lines of his jaw suddenly rounded and despite their slight height difference, he looked up to her from propped up on his elbows. “Marry me,” he said under his breath.

Rey nearly spit out her coffee and laughed. “What?”

“Do you want to get coffee?” Ben sputtered and his ears turned red, his cheeks redder as he stood up suddenly, his thighs banging against the table. “Fuck, ignore me, that was totally not what I meant, I swear I don’t want to marry you because that’s insane.”

He looked up to Rey’s deadpan as sweat formed on his brown. “But I would like to get coffee, like real coffee?”

Rey watched him, amused as she blatantly took a sip of her own coffee.

“Or dinner?”

“I might be able to be convinced of dinner,” Rey said eventually. She reached into her planner and circled the day she was free and wrote her number beneath it, before slipping it into his copy of Pride and Prejudice. It was marked with his handwriting, annotated in small, scratchy print. She hoped she managed to slip it into her favorite scene coming up. She pressed the book into his hand and held onto it tight.

He swallowed as she walked away.

She texted Finn.

Don’t you say a word.