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Announcing Star Wars: The Crimson Comet

Hello everyone! Although I've spoken about it on AO3 in the notes of my last Wolfwren story, I still wanted to make an official Tumblr announcement. Starting next week on the 1st of June, and every Sunday this coming summer, I will be posting my own fan-made Star Wars novel!

All of you who have read through my series "The Life of the Wolf, the Wren, and their Cub" have known for a while that I've been working on this. When I started this series last year, I had no idea that I would become so absorbed in this AU, or that so many of you would keep asking for more and more stories with Uschi Wren-Hati.

Here is what I can say for now: The story is set in 34 ABY, just as Leia sends out people to search for her brother Luke. While Uschi and her crew intend to help, they soon find themselves on their own quest to stand in the way of the Force Order, one that forces Uschi to confront her terrible origins...

While I don't want to reveal anymore, I thought I'd leave with a handful of no-context spoilers. I'm excited to hear your guesses and I hope to see you all next Sunday for the first chapter!

Knocking on Death's Door - an Agathario fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I have a drabble for this final day of @agathaallalongweek ! Today is a bonus day and I picked "Celestial Agatha" as my prompt. Here is the beginning and the link to the full story will be at the end. Enjoy!

Someone was knocking at Death’s door. Rio knew it was impossible, that nothing in the universe was strong enough to open that door aside from her, and yet, she felt it rattle. The lock held, but not by much, as whatever was on the other side banged against the planks, fingernails scraping on the wood until it left deep grooves behind. When the assault ended, Rio was both relieved and worried. She wasn’t sure the door would hold another assault, and whatever had tried would certainly try again. The only thing she could do was stop them before they did.

She followed the trail of magic, because magic this powerful left a trace, until she found herself in Hollywood where she melted out of the shadows inside a sound stage. Every available surface had been painted with circles and runes and symbols while candles floated in the air for a ritual that Rio didn’t know, but could comprehend. Her culprit was here, alright. Then, once she saw the crumpled shape in the center, she felt foolish. She should have known Agatha Harkness was behind it all.

Agatha was on her knees, visibly shaking in the dark sound stage. At first, Rio wasn’t sure whether she was shaking from anger that her ritual had failed or from sadness, but then she heard a strangled sob. She approached her carefully, without making a sound, as one would creep on a lion. In the past, this would have worked, but now, even without looking at her, Agatha could sense her.

“Come to gloat?” she snarled.

She sat back, brushed the tears out of her eyes, and in the blink of an eye she composed herself to the charismatic and unshakable witch Rio knew her to be. It might have fooled some, but never her.

“I felt you calling.”

“Is that what I was doing? Because I thought I was about to bring my son back.”

FULL STORY HERE

Cause Baby, I Get the Job Done - An Agathario fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Day 7 of @agathaallalongweek and today's story was inspired by an awesome fanart that @cattles-bians posted a while ago. Basically, Agatha is the daughter of Mephisto and she has horns. Oh, and Mephisto wants a grandson. Agathario smut ensues. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story the link will be at the end! Enjoy ;)

Agatha hated going to her father’s place. The man had only one decorative element on display everywhere, like he’d never acquired a sense of taste in the past however many thousand years he’d been alive. Sure, fire and brimstone had its effect on first time visitors, but she thought he could make an effort to spruces up the place every so often.

Mephisto sat on his huge obsidian throne that looked like someone had splashed lava on a chair and it had cooled instantly. The uneven shape of the armrests was a touch of whimsy that Agatha always thought didn’t suit the man – extra-dimensional demon – who sat on it. He looked down at her with displeasure, which she was quite used to. No matter the parent, she was always disappointing them.

“Hey dad,” she said as she stopped on the basalt dais in front of her. A chasm with lava running at the bottom separated her from Mephisto, and she could easily cross it if she wanted to, but her dad wasn’t much of a hugger and to be honest, neither was she. “Sorry I missed Father’s Day. And the one before. And the one before that.” For show, she quickly counted on her fingers then waved the whole thing off. “I’ve missed a few, I know.”

“Agatha,” Mephisto’s voice boomed around the throne room, making the imps in the wings shudder. Agatha didn’t even flinch. “You know why you’re here. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Is this about the Hindenburg? Because I figured you’d appreciate it. But that was years ago…” She pretended to think, stalling the conversation. “Is this about JFK?”

“Agatha,” he shouted at her, his voice so powerful it made all the flames on the walls tremble. “Twenty suitors I’ve sent your way, and you’ve killed them all!”

“Oh… that.”

She knew it was the reason her father had summoned her, she was just messing with him, because what was the point of having the Devil as a father if she couldn’t rile him up.

“I have given you power and knowledge,” Mephisto continued. “In exchanged, I’ve asked only one thing of you. The Antichrist-”

“The Antichrist, I know.”

“And yet in over three hundred years on this Earth, you have yet to give me a grandson.”

“Jeez, dad, I’m still a little young, don’t you think?” He glared at her and she huffed. “I’m not ready to have a kid.”

FULL STORY HERE

We Passed The Setting Sun (Or It Passed Us) - an Agathario fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back for day 6 of @agathaallalongweek and this is honestly my favorite story I've written for this week, dare I say the best soulmate AU I've ever written? You'll be the judge! Here is the beginning and if you want the whole story, the link will be at the end!

Agatha sat on the edge of High Bridge, looking at the dark river below. The moon was perfectly cut in half above her, as if someone had taken a knife to it. Agatha was reminded of Plato, and the Symposium, and Zeus slicing humans in half, forcing them to wander in search of their lost other half. She didn’t know whether Zeus existed, or whether God existed, or if there was a God, or someone out there responsible for the universe, someone who had separated all the souls but had decided hers wasn’t worth the slice. She didn’t know who to blame at all, which she hated. Agatha loved blaming other people for her problems.

The river stood a hundred and forty meters below, a swirling void that glimmered only where the current was the strongest. She’d picked a spot where it was at its strongest, hoping for a lot of rocks below. Was Agatha Harkness really contemplating suicide? She didn’t know anymore. For a drunken moment, it had seemed the only solution, but now that she had walked all the way to High Bridge and sobered up, she felt foolish. Killing herself because she didn’t have a soulmate? Who cared about being loved? Certainly not Agatha, who’d never even been loved by her mother. At least it had seemingly made her immortal, and she sure enjoyed watching the world spin faster and faster. She couldn’t wait to see it fall off its axis and crash in a beautiful shower of flames.

“Having a party?” a voice beside her said.

Agatha was pulled out of her thoughts and she looked to the side, where another woman was standing. She was wearing a green dress with a white apron around her waist, as if she expected some dirty work coming her way. Her long brown hair was tied in a braid that wrapped around the crown of her head, and her large brown eyes were looking at her with curiosity.

“You’re not going to jump, are you?” she added.

“I don’t think so,” Agatha replied.

The woman looked shocked, and Agatha wondered why, though perhaps it was because she was still sat on the edge of the bridge.

“I’m sorry,” the woman explained. “I didn’t think you could hear me.”

“You’re standing five feet away from me and there’s only us on the bridge. Why wouldn’t I be able to hear you?”

“It’s…” the woman shook her head. “Never mind. If you’re not going to jump, why are you up here, then?”

“None of your business is what I’m doing up here. Why are you here?”

The woman leaned casually against the stone railing.

“I’m waiting for someone. Probably someone more at peace than you.”

Agatha glowered.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

FULL STORY HERE

We'd Hurt Each Other With The Things We Want To Say - an Agathario fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Back for day 5 of @agathaallalongweek and part 3 of my witch school AU! Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!

Agatha leaned back in her desk chair as the students left her classroom, relieved that the day was over. She thought being a teacher would be easy, but barely a month in and she was running out of things to teach them already. All her spare time was spent on her secret project, so that a few days ago, she’d arrived in class with no idea what to teach the first years. She couldn’t let that happen again if she didn’t want to get fired before she was done transcribing the circle.

She closed her eyes a moment and rubbed her temples. For a blissful moment, she thought all the students had left. Then, a voice resounded from the edge of her desk:

“If you have a headache, I know a good potion to get rid of it. Miss Kale taught it to us in second year.”

Agatha groaned and opened her eyes. Not for the first time, Billy was standing at the edge of her desk. He liked to asked questions, sometimes questions that didn’t even have anything to do with the lecture. His over-eagerness annoyed her.

“What incredibly out of left-field question are you going to ask me today, Billy? Let’s see… You’ve already asked me about banshees, sirens, about enchanted guitars, about cursed records, and about the role of bells in ritual casting in the 17th century.”

“And I appreciate your expertise,” he replied, then glanced around him, as if to check that the room was empty. He leaned a little closer. “But that’s not why I came to talk to you today. I’ve seen you at the old hideout at night and I don’t know what you’re doing there but I’d love to help.”

She sighed and stood up, yanking her coat from the back of the chair.

“Do you think Miss Calderu would like to know that you’ve been spying on another teacher in the woods at night?”

“I’m not spying-” he began, but she shut him down with a look because they both knew he was lying. “You could take me on as your assistant. Teachers do it all the time with seniors.”

“Oh, so you’re planning on taking song magic for your final project?”

“Nobody takes song magic anymore. Ma’am,” he added swiftly when he realized that he had insulted her. “But I can still be useful, if you would just give me a chance.”

FULL STORY HERE

Guilty Feelings Have Got No Rhythm - an Agatha All Along fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Day 4 of @agathaallalongweek is "Teachers/Professors" and if you read my day 1 story then you can probably guess we are going back to the magic school! Here is the beginning of this new story and if you want to read all of it, the link will be at the end!

Was there anything more humiliating than becoming a teacher at your old school? Agatha couldn’t really think of any other worst situation. But she had no prospect – not unusual for her – and the previous song magic teacher had had a nervous breakdown. Since Agatha was one of the most talented song witches there was, wouldn’t she like to replace her in the middle of the year? Agatha told them she could use the money, so she had agreed, but only until the end of the year. Come summer, she was gone again.

The accommodations were better than she remembered, though to be fair the teacher’s room were very different from the students’. At least this time she wasn’t sharing it. She settled her bags in the sparse living room and looked over the aged decoration. Wood paneling on the walls, shaggy carpet on the floor, and a dusty six-pronged chandelier on the ceiling. When was it renovated for the last time, the 1970s? No, that wouldn’t do. The bedroom was equally hideous. The frame of the bed screamed when she sat down on it and she feared it would snap if she tried to laid down. Way to make her feel old and fat within her first hour back at school.

A knock at the open front door made her stand up. She returned into the living room only to see the one person she didn’t want to see standing in the doorway. Jennifer Kale, her old roommate and, for the past three years, the potion teacher. Jen was wearing pink – not surprising – and looking down at her with satisfaction.

“What’s this I hear? That the great Agatha Harkness has deigned to grace us with her presence?”

Agatha rolled her eyes.

“How have you been?” she asked, not that she cared.

Jen seemed to ignore her question as she looked around the room and grimaced.

“What is this room? If my room had looked like that I would have resigned on the spot.”

“Can you really afford to?” Agatha taunted her right back. “I heard you had some trouble. With the law.”

Jen groaned and whirled around.

“Fine. I’ll see you in the teacher’s lounge.”

“Don’t save me a seat.”

“I won’t.”

FULL STORY HERE

Love Bites - an Agathario fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Day 3 of @agathaallalongweek and I wrote a very bloody story inspired by Carmilla, which I hope all you vampire lovers will enjoy! Here is the beginning and if you'd like to read the rest the link will be at the end!

Nothing ever happened at Castle Salem, to Agatha’s great despair, so when servants brought back an unconscious young woman victim, she rushed back inside to see what was going on. She searched through the empty corridors until she saw the servants gathered near a door. Brushing past them, she reached for the handle just as the door opened. Her mother stepped out and gave Agatha her usual severe glare.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“There was a carriage accident up the road. I’ve sent for a doctor but I fear she won’t make it.”

Agatha frowned.

“Why?”

“She’s cold as death already.”

Agatha wanted to see for herself, but her mother stood in her way and stared her down.

“Agatha,” she said in that sharp, cutting voice that Agatha hated. “This is none of your concern. Go.”

Agatha grumbled and wanted to protest, but one glower from her mother and she walked off, stomping down the stairs to return to the garden. Simmering with anger, she threw herself on a bench and crossed her arms. She hated her mother, and she hated this place so isolated where nothing ever happened. She wanted to leave, but she had nowhere else to go.

From the corner of her eyes, she watched as the doctor arrived on horseback and entered the castle. He stayed inside for an hour, then left. Agatha couldn’t help but wonder whether he’d left because the young woman was stable or because she had died. Once again, curiosity got the better of her. She walked back inside, squinting against the summer sun above until she was in the shadow of the large castle. Dark ivy grew over the four walls of the old stone building, reaching up to the two chimneys on either side. The inside was always cold and damp, even on a bright day like this one.

Agatha tiptoed up the stairs, head on a swivel as she searched for any sign of her mother. She stopped at the edge of the hallway and peeked around the corner, but it seemed her mother wasn’t keeping watch. Agatha’s footsteps made no sound on the carpet as she reached the door. She opened it and slid inside, mindful to shut the door behind her.

“Hello?”

She jumped around in surprise, stunned when she saw the young woman sat up in bed and staring at her. She had beautiful brown eyes that seemed to glow in the shadows of the curtains, and her lips were pulled into a curious smile. Though Agatha was struck by her beauty, she snapped out of her it when she felt heat creep up her cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were awake.”

FULL STORY HERE

I Feel So Unsure As I Take Your Hand - an Agatha All Along story

Happy @agathaallalongweek everyone! I'm kicking this week off with a witch school AU (part 1 of... you'll see ;) Here is the beginning and if you'd like to read the whole story, the link will be at the end! Enjoy!

Agatha wasn’t awakened by her teacher calling her name three times, but by Alice elbowing her in the side. She shot up and brushed the spit which had dribbled at the corner of her lips. Then, she realized that everyone in the small amphitheater was turned in their seat to stare at her.

“What?” she huffed.

“Your discipline for your final exam? Which one have you chosen?” her homeroom teacher, Miss Calderu, asked with obvious irritation.

Agatha stammered as her drowsy mind struggled to remember the choice she’d made. It wasn’t her fault Miss Calderu’s divination classes always put her to sleep.

“Song magic.”

Her teacher wrote down the answer and the whole room turned away from Agatha as the next young witch on the list was called.

“Jennifer?”

“Potion,” she replied from the first row of the class without missing a beat.

Agatha rolled her eyes. What a nerd. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and leaned back in her chair. Just one more month to drudge through, her final project to present, and then she would be free. She couldn’t wait to graduate from the Salem Academy for Witches.  Song magic was her specialty; there was no way she would fail her project. She knew she would get an excellent grade – which would compensate for those other classes, such as divination, where her grades weren’t so high – and then she was out of this place.

“Rio?” Miss Calderu continued to call.

Rio had been staring out of the window on the left side of the room, but she snapped back to reality quickly.

“Botany.”

Agatha sneered. Of course, miss perfect was taking botany, not that it mattered. Rio had such high grades in every class that she could have chosen anything for her final project.

“Alice?”

“Protection,” she replied, her voice echoing just enough in the quiet room to be heard.

Agatha gasped as she turned to her. Alice gave her a shrug then shrank under her gaze.

She only waited until they’d stepped into the hallway to shout:

“Protection?”

FULL STORY HERE

me: I write for myself, not validation

also me after posting a fic *refreshes ao3 every five minutes*

(two things can be true)

"I write for my own enjoyment"

And

"I'm happy when people interact with my writing"

Are two sentences that can coexist!

My mom told me I should make a business card with my AO3 account on it. I told her "Mom, I'm not sure my lesbian smut is going to help me find work."

What Is It That Stays My Hand Now? - A Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back with another multichapter story! This one is a canon divergence AU where Shin became Asajj Ventress' apprentice and Sabine became Fennec Shand's apprentice. As the two bounty hunters keep meeting, so do our girls. Here is an extract from the first chapter and if you want to read all of it, the link will be at the end!

Whatever conversation the thugs were having with the little girl was interrupted when the sound of Ventress’ boots echoed around them. The three thugs turned back to see her emerging from the shadow.

“Are you going to kill a child for a handful of screws?” she asked.

“Is she yours?” the thug holding the girl asked.

“She’s not. Call me a concerned bounty hunter.”

“She stole from our stash. Nobody steals from the Bolts. Nobody.”

“Ain’t that what bounty hunters do anyhow?” another thug told her, failing to be intimidating. “Hunting down thieves?”

Ventress stood in front of them, arms crossed. The kid looked at her with pleading eyes, green and bright with tears. Ventress would never let anyone call her soft, but she supposed that she must have mellow, at least a little, to be invested in the fate of this girl. She blamed Vos for most of it, and Omega, more or less.

“Put the kid down. Let her go. Take your screws and get lost.”

“No, we gotta teach her a lesson,” the lead thug insisted.

“You’ve spooked her enough. Let her go.”

“This is none of your business.”

Ventress did not move, but her refusal to walk away was enough for the thugs. The leader motioned for her with his head, and the other two converged on her, fists raised. Ventress sighed. They were going to regret it.

The first thug closed in on her with a punch. She dodged it with ease and kneed him in the stomach. Before he could recover, she grabbed his arm and dislocated it out of his shoulder. He fell to the ground crying. The second thug stepped back as he became more hesitant to attack. He glanced at his boss who huffed and threw the girl at his feet to motion for Ventress again.

“What are you waiting for?” he told his companion.

Reluctantly, the second thug charged her. She avoided his punch too and kicked his knee, snapping the patella in half. He hit the ground with a yelp, holding his broken leg. Ventress turned to the third thug, who pulled out a blaster on her. She was unimpressed, until he pointed the blaster at the girl’s head.

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65038186/chapters/167232250

no you have to contribute to your fandom if you don't want it to die. most fandoms die because people say 'it's so sad watching the fandom die when the hype dies' without doing anything about it. I'm not saying you have to push out 100k word slow-burn fic, I'm not saying you have to make fan art or gif sets or edits or anything. I'm just saying we as a community should contribute to our fandom if we don't want it to die, and by contributing, I'm talking about giving kudos, commenting on your favorite fics, reblogging your favorite art and just talking about your favorite characters. that's enough to keep a fandom alive. that's the most effective way to keep a fandom alive in my humble opinion.

fandoms die because people stop talking about it, fandoms die because people stop engaging with fan content once the hype is gone. what I'm saying is, mainstream media's hype may be gone, but our fandom can stay alive and thriving if us as a community don't let it die.

if you ever feel awkward leaving a long ao3 comment getting no reply remember that at this point receiving any feedback at all will leave most authors too stunned to speak

New Ask game. Send me one of my fic titles and I'll tell which was THAT SCENE for that fic.

You're laughing! My kitten's chicken legs aren't strong enough to walk and you're laughing!

CONFIRMED!!! MURLEY RETURNS IN AHSOKA SEASON 2

And!! LOTH KITTENS!!

"I have to pay for the show somehow so- I created these small loth-kittens... Their legs aren't strong enough to walk so they roll around. They come in several different colours. And I brought Murley back because he was evidently a big star and I didn't know it. So...loth cats, who knew?? (...my dog knew. He didn't like Murley.)"

-Dave Filoni, Ahsoka Panel, Star Wars Celebration 2025

(Rosario Dawson adds, with an excited squeak: we love the loth-balls!!)

I Think We're Alone Now - a Caitvi fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I thought one Caitvi story would be enough to get them out of me but apparently, it wasn't. I might have to write more every so often. Anyway, this new one is a canon divergent story where Cait and Vi have to work together at a charity gala. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!

Caitlyn Kiramman had no idea what to expect when she returned to work after her mandated recovery period. She could imagine her mother had negotiate with the chief to have her chained to a desk for the next ten years. The thought made her nauseous and she was ready to plead her case when she pushed through the station’s doors that morning.

Walking past the reception desk where she gave a nod to the officers as a good morning, she stepped into the large office room, where desks sat neatly in rows. All the enforcers already present stopped what they were doing, whether it was chatting or pouring themselves a mug of coffee, to stare at her. The strap of Cait’s eyepatch seemed to constrict around her skull and her hand twitched as she fought the urge to touch it. She kept her head high and traversed the room to the staircase. Injury or not, she had been cleared for duty.

The first floor was the opposite of the ground floor, a narrow corridor with closed off rooms. Some were interrogation rooms, others small conference rooms. The chief’s office was at the end. As Cait approached, she heard loud voices coming from within. The door had a frosted glass window, and she could see the shape of someone pacing within. She paused in front of the chief’s secretary, who was wrapping a handful of letters into pneumotube capsules.

“The chief asked to see you as soon as you come in,” he said.

Caitlyn frowned. Whoever was inside was still ranting, a woman by the sound of her voice, though Cait didn’t recognize who.

“I don’t want to interrupt,” she replied.

The secretary shook his head.

“They’re waiting for you.”

Cait’s confusion only deepened. She hesitated for another second, then knocked at the door. The voice inside fell silent, and chief Grayson said:

“Come in.”

Caitlyn pushed the office door open and stepped inside. Grayson sat behind her desk, looking as unreadable as usual. The woman who had been talking wasn’t dressed like an enforcer, but wore a red jacket, standing near the chief’s desk as if she had been pacing. Cait thought she looked familiar but she couldn’t remember seeing her, and she would have remembered seeing her, as her bright pink hair looked like an explosion at the front that descended to her shoulder blades at the back, the left side shaved. Her powder blue eyes had snapped from Grayson to Caitlyn the moment she had entered, and the way her eyebrows furrowed told Cait that she was displeased. A faint tattoo stood out against the freckles on her cheek and a much bigger one was visible on her neck and disappeared beneath her jacket.

Both Grayson and the pink-haired woman looked at her expectantly, so Cait shut the door behind her, squared her shoulders and said:

“You wanted to see me, chief?”

The other enforcer exploded:

“Kiramman? That’s your genius idea?”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64673230/chapters/166143868

Guess who wrote a story for Tales from the Clone Wars? That's right, and it's about our (my) two favorite bounty hunters!

"Mistakes are valuable lessons often learned too late." - Star Wars: The Clone Wars, "Deal No Deal" S7E6.

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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

I cannot describe the glee I feel when I receive comments on a fanfiction I posted years ago. Like what do you that poorly written mess I haven't thought about in years made your day better?!

I don't need therapy I need rabid gay people freaking out in my inbox

Miserable Orpheus - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back with a new multichapter story, loosely inspired by "Portrait of a Lady on Fire." It's a Painter/Model AU set in 19th century France. Here is an extract but if you want to read the whole first chapter, the link will be at the end!

Shin was surprised to find a young woman, perhaps a few years older than her, sat at a squared table against the wall. A notepad and a box of charcoal stencils took up most of the table, her empty glass of wine pushed to the edge, so close that it threatened to fall off. She was sketching something. She focused on the page for a moment, then looked up. Her brown gaze met Shin’s through the window, and Shin realized that she had been sketching her. The artist avoided her eyes. Shin stared back for another second, then turned away to look at the water cascading in front of her.

Her fingers dug into the sleeve of her dress. She had run out of desperation, without a plan, but now that she was faced with the reality of what she had done, she knew she needed to come up with a plan. She would not survive long on her own, with no money and nothing but a name she could not use. Of course, there were ways for women to make money in this world, places for them to find refuge, but she would rather not think of it.

She was still pondering where to go, where she could stay in this huge city that she had so rarely visited in her life before, when she heard the door to the café open once more. She did not look to her side, at first, not until she notice that someone had come to stand beside her. She turned her head, and her eyes met the curious gaze of the artist. She was wearing man’s clothes, brown overalls over an off-white shirt. Her head was covered by an old flat cap. She had tugged the sleeve of her notepad under her arm. With the other, she pulled out a pipe from her pocket.

“I knew I should have taken a coat before going out,” she said, her tone amused, as if she were trying to make Shin laugh.

Shin rolled her eyes, not in the mood to talk. The artist tugged her pipe between her lips and pulled out a matchbook. She lit a match and brought it to the edge of the pipe, puffed a couple of times, then shook the match out, throwing it into a puddle. The aromatic smell of tobacco surrounded Shin. It smelled better than the one her father smoked.

“Yours is a story I’d love to know.”

“I’m not in the mood to talk,” Shin replied, her tone like vinegar.

“I don’t mean to be impolite, I promise. Just not every day you see a drenched bride standing around here.”

“Wasn’t drawing me without my permission enough for you already?”

The artist only shrugged. She tugged the pipe between her lips once more and reached for her notepad. Unclasping the leather cover, she opened to show some of the sketches she carried. After a second, Shin glanced. The young woman had sketched some of the patrons inside the bar, talking, laughing, reading, one of the waiters carrying a tray. She was the final sketch, the back of her as she stood there, the waves and dips of her dress as water dripped off it.

“I thought it was a challenging thing to draw,” the artist mumbled around her pipe. “Sketches are just training, it’s not to show anyone. If I offended you, my lady, I apologize.”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64248484/chapters/164904373

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

And the moment you've been waiting for, here are the prompts for the week!

Taking place from the 18th-25th of May, we're so excited to see what you all come up with ✨️

AGATHA ALL ALONG WEEK GUIDELINES AND OVERVIEW!

Here are the guidelines and overview for Agatha All Along Week 2025. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to send me a DM. 🔮

These graphics were made for Twitter, so there’s a slight change. Where it says to tag @agathaallweek to be shared, make sure instead that you tag this account on tumblr to be shared here. Thank you!

You Understand My Heart - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back with a new canon divergence Star Wars story. This one is set in the first half of season 4 of Rebels. Today I have the prologue for you, but if you want to read more, the link will be at the end and the first chapter will be up on Saturday! Enjoy!

The ash was so thick it clogged Morgan’s eyes, coated her tongue and settled in her lungs. There was nothing left but the dead bodies of her sisters, left to rot on the mountainside. The little homes, dug into the orange stone, had all been ransacked. The elevators had been destroyed and Morgan had to climb the harsh cliff by hand. When she reached the top, Dathomir’s bright red sun was only a flicker choked in the smoke that still filled the air.

Despair was like a claw, buried deep in Morgan’s throat, tearing the breath out of her with each step she took through her village. She brushed back tears. Her search grew frantic as she upturned broken doors and cleared shattered jars, to find lifeless bodies, again and again. She couldn’t be the only one, she told herself. It was impossible. Someone else must have survived this massacre. She had to believe that someone else had, or she would crumble.

A muted whine snapped her out of her frenzy. It had come from one of the houses on the other side of the village. She rushed to it, jumping over a broken fence in her haste. When she stopped in front of the house, a torn curtain hung in her way. Morgan was breathing fast, not just from her sprint but also from anticipation. She stood by the curtain a moment and focused her hearing as she tried to confirm that the sound had come from inside. She heard nothing. She swallowed her bitterness, refusing to believe she had imagined it.

She brushed the curtain aside. Within, the house was as much a mess as any other. The table had been flipped to the side. Singed blaster marks burned the walls. It was quite dark, as every torch and even the oven had long since been snuffed out. Morgan conjured a green flame in her palm to bring some light into the small house.

“Is anyone here?” she called.

Movement to her left caught her attention. When her light illuminated the corner, she saw another girl, just a few years younger than her. Her pale face was stricken with tears. She curled up on herself at first, quite frightened, but as soon as she saw Morgan, saw her red clothes and the tattoo on her forehead, the teenager threw herself in her arms.

Morgan was stunned, at first, but after a second, she snuffed out the fire in her hand to return the embrace. She felt the girl sobbing against her shoulder. She wanted to cry too, but she had to be strong. She swallowed her tears and held the girl while she cried. Immense relief fell on Morgan like a meteor. Someone else had survived. Someone else had been spared.

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63613936/chapters/163041553

Vacation at Lanupa - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I wrote a crossover between Skeleton crew and Wolfwren! It's just as fun as the original show but with our favorite girls to supervise the kids (or at least try to). Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole chapter the link will be at the end!

Raising a kid – even a smart kid like Uschi – took a lot more energy that either Sabine or Shin had assumed. A year had passed since they’d decided to take care of her, and already Sabine felt ten years older. It seemed others had also noticed her tiredness. When her birthday came around, her family gave her a weekend at a spa and resort. She obviously took Shin with her, and while Uschi begged them to come to – puppy eyes and pouts and all – for once Sabine didn’t feel bad leaving her behind. The resort did not accept children, so Uschi had to stay with Hera.

Lanupa was a large, cold planet covered with mountains. If the coordinates leading to the resort hadn’t been so precise, Sabine knew they could have spent the weekend searching for it. They were almost there when two security drones came to guide them.

“Welcome to Lanupa, A neutral planet where all are welcome if they keep the peace. Violators will be shot down,” said the robotic voice that hailed them. 

“They don’t joke around with security,” Shin commented.

“Please be advised that children are not allowed. Do you have a reservation?”

“Oh no, we have a reservation,” Sabine replied as she leaned back into her seat and let the auto piloting sequence take the ETA-class shuttle to the landing pad.

Beside her, Shin had sunk into her seat, arms crossed. Or maybe we do have a child, Sabine thought with amusement. It wasn’t that Shin didn’t welcome a restful weekend, but mostly that a spa was not Shin’s idea of relaxation. Slicing up a bunch of bad guys with her lightsaber was Shin’s idea of relaxation. Sabine had had to cajole her into coming with her – and mostly sell her the idea of all they could do in a big hotel bed without a kid in the vicinity – to convince her to come. Shin had wanted to stay and watch over Uschi, at first. Sabine suspected she also had a bit of separation anxiety. How things had changed.

Their shuttle was taken to a large, circular landing pad at the edge of the resort. Looking out the window, Sabine could see the star-shaped resort sat atop a snowy mountain, and the pools of steaming, volcanic water down below. As she waited for their ship to land, she wondered whether Krownest would make a good spa and resort. Turning her ancestral home into a resort would most likely get her on Bo-Katan’s bad side.

The shuttle landed with a shake, and Sabine unbuckled her seatbelt and went to pick her up their traveling bags. Shin took another second to get out of her seat before joining her. Sabine placed a hand on her cheek, drawing her close and not allowing her to step away until she had looked her in the eyes.

“Hey, stop pouting. You look like Uschi when she wants ice cream.”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63223738/chapters/161935924

I put every bird I could think of into this wheel. Spin the wheel. You're that bird now.

Pull Me Out of the Water, Cold and Blue - a Caitvi fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I haven't be able to get these two out from under my skin since I watched season 2, so I thought I'd try the method that works best for me. I wrote the fluffiest, most sugar-sweet fic that I could. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story the link will be at the end! Enjoy!

Vi was not surprised to find Caitlyn reclined on their bed when she came home in the early evening. Neither of them had had a day to rest since the battle and their day wasn’t over, as they had a fundraiser to attend in an hour. Vi didn’t blame her girlfriend for taking a little nap. If she’d come home sooner from Zaun, she would have done the same, but the reconstruction had taken longer than she’d wished.

Vi lingered by the posters of the bed, arms crossed and a tender smile on her face as she watched Cait sleep. Her girlfriend had only removed her boots and was still wearing her pants and a black turtleneck. Her hair was down but her eyepatch was still firmly in place. She was reclined on her back, one hand over her chest, head turned toward the crackling fireplace. Its golden flames danced over her face like butterflies, and Vi watched as the light and shadows clung to Cait’s features.

“I know you’re staring,” Cait said without opening her eye, a certain amusement in her voice.

“Is that a crime? Are you going to throw me in jail for staring?”

Cait huffed like she didn’t want to laugh but she could not stop the sound from rushing past her lips. She rubbed her eye, stretched, and took in a deep breath. Then, she looked at Vi.

“What time is it?”

“Six-ish.”

“Wake me up in half an hour… That ought to give me enough time to prepare…”

Cait rolled away from the fireplace, legs folding atop the covers.

“Hard day at work?” Vi asked her.

“When is it not?”

Vi glanced at the clock. If her girlfriend was going to take a nap, then she figured she would do the same. She rounded the bed to her side, sat down and removed her boots. Then, she laid down across the huge bed, and rolled until she was facing Cait.

Full Story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63135295