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Happy New Year, @reallygroovyninja​!! It was fun talking with you and getting to know you! I would love to continue talking to you! I hope you enjoy this Clexmas vibes drawing I drew up for you :) -Your Secret Santa 🎅

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Merry Clexmas Everyone!

Day 1: free day! Merry Christmas ☺️

Poster art done by @dontcha-wanheda

Haven’t had the chance to read these yet but I’m sure excited to.

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@dontcha-wanheda created this absolutely perfect cover art for my latest fic! Look at it! Seriously, look at it! So cool.

If you’re at all into mythical creatures, sorta witty banter, and Clexa battling an evil witch, The Mythics is up and done!!!

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Day 10: Ghouls’ Night Out

I just picture Lexa’s jaw dropping when Clarke walks into the party she is attending.  

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Inktober 2019 - Day 3 - Bait

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Inktober 2019 - Day 1 - Ring

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Inktober 2019 - Day 4 - Freeze

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Inktober 2019 - Day 2 - Mindless

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Day 3: Monster Madness 

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If anyone wants to write this please do and tag me so I can read it!

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I did this book cover art for one of my favorite fics, Don’t Wanna Be Your Girl. Thank you @femininenachos for writing this gem! 

If you haven’t had the chance to read it yet, you should read it right now.

Read Here 

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Day 11: Flannel  (AKA - Lumberjack Lexa)

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Day 4: Scream

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Day 13: A Pinch of Magic

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Day 8: Vampires/Werewolves  Part 1 & Part 2 of some cover art I did for one of my favorites, Of Wolves and Men. If you haven’t read it yet, you really need to! 

Of Wolves And Men ur_the_puppy

All it can take is a single moment, a single second, and with it, everything you've ever known can be destroyed.

After being bitten three years ago, Clarke has had to adjust to a complete derailing of her life. Abandoning her dreams of becoming a doctor in fear of what she could do, she hides away in the small town of Polis with her best friend Raven. It's a humans only town.

That is until a girl is killed, and Clarke suddenly realizes she's not the only werewolf that exists.

... all because of a single moment. Read on AO3.

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I did this cover art for this awesome fic and writer, eris223! If you haven’t read it yet go check it out on AO3! 

The Mythics

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Lexa and Clarke are honeymooning in the beautiful Emerald Isle when bored with the stock tour of her family's ancestral castle, Clarke goes exploring. She stumbles upon an old library, and before Lexa can stop her, she's muttering aloud in a language neither one of them speaks, unleashing an ancient family curse.

Now with the help of some friends, the couple has to race against an unspeakable evil and discover how to defeat it before it destroys the world.

Chapter 1 "It’s Not English"

“Clarke!”

Lexa spun on her heel, her head whipping around trying to catch sight of her wife.

“Clarke!” she whisper-shouted again into another long and poorly lit hallway. “We’re not supposed to stray from the tour group. You know that!”

Lexa sighed and turned back towards the group of people milling about another tapestry. If she was honest with herself, she understood Clarke’s desire to sneak off and conduct her own tour of the castle. There were only so many tapestries of unicorns and coats of arms that she could look at before they all sort of bled together.

At this moment, Lexa just wished her wife would have pulled her along on this uncharacteristically impulsive adventure.

Lexa barely contained her yelp as a warm hand grasped her upper arm and tugged her around the corner she just searched not thirty seconds ago. The only reason she kept it together was the sight of very familiar blue eyes that were currently sparkling with an unusual amount of mischief.

“Hey, darlin’. Wanna see something cool?”

“Where have you been?”

“Exploring. Come on.”

Despite Lexa’s earlier internal admission of being a little on the bored side, her overwhelming desire to follow the rules and stay on the straight and narrow began to win out. Her feet remained firmly glued to the spot as Clarke attempted to tug her along the dark corridor.

“Lexa,” Clarke whined as she uselessly pulled on her hand. “I can’t show you what I found if you don’t follow me.”

“We’re not supposed to wander.”

“Technically, this is my castle. I can go wherever I please.”

“Technically, this castle belonged to the Griffin family who you share a minimal amount of DNA with.”

“Semantics.”

Lexa lasted about two seconds longer. Clarke was giving her that soft smirk that she found irresistible, and as her feet began to inch forward, that smirk turned into a full-blown, megawatt smile. Lexa mirrored her grin and let out a soft chuckle, following her blindly through the hallways. Clarke Griffin-Woods would forever be able to make her do reckless things.

“What the-”

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