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“Good cops”

WOW

Hey friends, I’m giving away some of the items I’ll be offering at my ClexaCon table! Read below to figure out how you might win some swag! :D

There will be two (2) winners chosen from followers who reblog this post!

First winner gets:

Two of the three medium prints above (their choice): Mystic Coffee Clarke, Supergirl, or Clexa Hug

Two of the four stickers (their choice): Mystic Coffee Clarke, Trikru Brewing Logo, Carmilla, or the rainbow popsicle, and

The Rebel Alliance Resist Enamel Pin

Second winner gets:

The remaining medium print,

The two small prints: Lexa Half Face, Clarke Half Face, and

The two remaining stickers!

Giveaway closes Sunday, April 8th at 11:59:59 pm PDT! Good luck!

Entry rules and other important details beneath the cut (please read or you might miss out on a bonus item… )

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Work Song by Hozier except you’re deep within a coal mine, working tirelessly to support your family.  Somewhere nearby, you can hear Hozier telling all the other boys in the mine about his beautiful girlfriend.  It fills you with a strange sense of peace.

-YOU DIED-

The dangers and troubles of being a panda zookeeper.

a crown seldom enjoyed - epilogue

To maintain the fragile peace between north and south, Clarke of House Tyrell is sent to live in Winterfell as an act of faith between the two kingdoms. There, she is put under the protection of the first queen in the north, Queen Lexa of House Stark, Daughter of Wolves. A woman draped in steel and silver, wolves at her heels and rumoured to be a manifestation of the fury of the old gods; Clarke refuses to be awed be her quiet violence and cold smile. Instead of fostering unity, the meeting of the wolf and the rose lights a spark that spreads through the rest of Westeros, threatening to burn it to the ground.

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clexa game of thrones au

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Thank you all so much for reading, it’s meant more than I can say. 

Epilogue

The day dawns cool and bright, sun shining in through the window of the ancient fortress, a familiar sight after all of these years. Summer is just beginning to raise her head again, after a long, hard winter, and Clarke can’t help but be glad for it. She is tired of waking to cold mornings and falling into her bed on cold evenings, heavy under piles of furs to try to stay warm. This particular morning, however, she has something else to keep her warm, and a small smile tilts at the corners of her lips as she burrows back into the body curled up behind her. 

The hand thrown over her waist is as familiar as the sunlight gleaming in through the window, and she knows that when she twists within that grip to find the owner of that hand, she will grumble in her sleep and pull Clarke closer for just a few more moments of rest. The thought makes her heart warm, and she cannot bear to wait a moment longer to see that beautiful face and kiss those perfect lips. 

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