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ETA: Updated, fully painted version here!

Happy Star Wars Day! Here’s a sketch of a Jedi!Finn costume based on this outfit of John’s, which literally made me gasp aloud because all that drapey swishy fabric just screams Jedi!

I’m in a film costume history class right now, so I got really excited thinking about all the materials and whatnot. The leather sleeve is of course from the mangled Dameron jacket, and maybe the belts are salvaged from that material too. The drapey grey over-piece would be more of a soft, woven, matte fabric. The inside would be kind of satiny and dark, but would seem understated and subtle until it catches light in a really pretty blue violet. Also, I gave him some form of shoes that aren’t boots since I imagine the poor guy is tired of wearing them by this point, lmao.

  • what she says: I'm fine
  • what she means: I understand that John Simm is the version of the Master that most people - myself included - first became familiar with/hold close to their hearts, but Michelle Gomez is actually a much more faithful reimagining of the character's beginnings and so anyone saying shit about "the REAL Master" being back can sincerely fuck off
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AU where Sherlock sold his soul to revive John in another life, another world…

Not tagging anyone cause this is just a little video that I had to get out of my system. Posting in case anyone wants to see a very sad AU :,D (there is a smol fix-it at the end tho, just like in the show!)
(song is Quick musical doodles by Two Feet)

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a shortish taz rough animation!

Men of Bad Blood.

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Season 5 intro.

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and you’re comfortable with this? not remotely.

From Shooting to Charming
  • John Laurens x Reader
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  • Request: Reader is Charles Lee’s sister and John falls in love with her after she shows up at the camp, punches him in the face, and proceeds to yell at him for twenty minutes for shooting her brother. And everyone (literally everyone) is high-key terrified of her and John is just completely smitten with this amazing woman who just made his nose bleed.
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A/N: So I feel like this could’ve been five times better but I’m not sure how. I gave this a quick proof read so I probably missed a lot of things. I don’t have a lot of time to write/proof read right now. As an aside, I have ideas for like two other John Laurens stories that no one requested but could be fun. I’ll see if I can work those in sometime. But I wanted to post something, give you guys a fic so here’s this one. It was pretty fun to write though and I think quite a few people were looking forward to it. So I’ll stop prattling one and let you guys read it. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2,503
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You gasped as a few men helped your brother into your house. “What happened?” You asked. But none of them spared you a glance. They unceremoniously dropped Charles on his bed. He grunted in pain but none of the men cared. They just walked out, still giving you no explanation. “Charles what happened to you?” You asked him. He had a bandage around his torso. It was getting soaked red.

“A dumb cadet challenged me to a duel.” He grunted. “And I lost…” He muttered.

“What? Who?” You asked. You were pissed. You were more than pissed. Charles was a general, and yet some idiot failed to treat him with respect.

“John Laurens.” He grunted out. You knew Charles lost his position as a general but you didn’t think anyone would try this kind of stunt.

“Who?” You asked him. You needed to know what this stupid idiot looked like.

“It’s not important.” Charles grunted out. “I know what you’re gonna try, so don’t.” Charles warned you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You protested and crossed your arms in defiance. But your brother knew you well. In fact too well. You knew exactly what he was talking about but you were still gonna do it anyway. So once Charles fell asleep, probably due to the pain, you snuck from the house and out to your stable. You got your horse and rode to the camp. No one knew you, much to your luck.

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