Burned To The Wick - A CindyxAlice Fanfiction

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. 🔮

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Like a Villain (I Couldn't Be) - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to my new multichapter story! This is a Canon Divergence I've been refering as "Failed Inquisitor Shin", where her master was Barriss Offee and Shin is now being haunted by Trilla's ghost. Here is the beginning, and if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!

The green lightsaber pierced through Shin’s abdomen. It burned like a thousand stars. The pain blinded her, even as the weapon was swiftly removed from her. She dropped her own weapon – an old, broken red lightsaber – and clutched the hole in her front. She felt the disgusting sensation of the naked air entering the scorch hole on her back. As her brain was screaming, still processing the fact that she had been stabbed by a lightsaber, all her muscles locked up. She tried to stay in the fight, to reach for her lightsaber again, to stand up. Her hand closed around nothing. Her legs shook under her weight. She fell on her back.

A fresh wave of pain hit her. It was so intense it made her sick. She would have puked, if she could remember how. All she could do was roll on her back, searching for light. There wasn’t any. The light of the nearby streetlight was obscured by thousands of tiny black dots exploding, like firework, in front of her eyes. Through the blurriness, she thought she saw someone looking down at her. Then, a voice echoed in her ears.

“Well, well, well, Wookie. Looks like you’re in trouble this time.”

Shin did not stop to think that it was impossible, that the owner of this voice had died a decade before, at least. Instead, she passed out.

Say I decided to post the next chapter of Here I Am, Next to You (You Pull at my Seams) on Wednesday instead of waiting until Saturday:

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!!)

Office Work - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I just posted the sequel to last week's one-shot, "Casual" that everyone was asking about! Here is the begining and if you'd like to read the rest, you will find the link at the end.

“You have an appointment at 10:30 tomorrow, so don’t be late.”

Sabine frowned. She tugged the phone against her ear using her shoulder then flipped through her schedule.

“Er… no, I have a flight at 9.”

“I reassigned it to someone else.”

Sabine’s frown only deepened. Shin had promised her that she would not use her position to mess with Sabine’s, even if it meant they couldn’t see each other all the time when Sabine was flying far away.

“Why?”

“You told me you had ideas you wanted to share with my father. So, I got you an appointment with him.”

Sabine’s eyes grew wide. While she had a few suggestions, at best, she didn’t think they were worth an appointment with her boss.

“Are you serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

A pause. Then, Shin replied, with a slight confusion:

“You do have ideas, right?”

“I mean, yeah, a few.”

Shin sighed.

“Doesn’t really matter anyway.”

“What does that mean?”

“It’s… well, he saw us at Bounty last week and he wanted to meet you. I told him you had some ideas to share but I’m sure it’s less about that and more about meeting you.”

Sabine pursed her lips. They had been dating for three months now, and while everything was going great, she hadn’t expected to meet Shin’s father – her boss – so soon.

“Is it going to be a problem?”

“No, no… I guess he’s just curious.”

We are the Pride Knights, and this is our battle cry No enemy can shake us, as hard as they can try There’s a fire in our eyes that no hatred can kill A passion in our hearts that’s as strong as our will To our fellow queers who fight their battles on their own We promise to fight with you, you are never alone To our fellow queers who have fallen with the pain We thank you for your courage, your fight is not in vain

We are defenders of the right to be proud of who you are To love who you love and to accept every scar We are your knights, protectors of our pride Together we stand, together we ride

These are back! 

[Tees | Hoodies | Sweatshirts]

https://teespring.com/stores/prideknights

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

The Witching Hour - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I have just posted the first part of three of my new fanfiction! It is based on some revelations about Shin's character that were released recently. This is the beginning, but if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!

Baylan’s trail had grown cold. Shin had followed him as far as she could, through forests and mountains. Ahead, a ruin was stuck between two cliffs, as if the earth had opened to swallow it, only to find its taste repugnant. Shin couldn’t blame the earth either. It was a Dathomirian ruin. Every step she took toward it made her skin crawl.

She had always hated witches and their magick, for as long as she could remember. She’d had faith in her master and would not have questioned his involvement with Elsbeth, but she had hated the woman and every second spent with her had been nerve wracking. She was glad the witch was dead.

Behind her, her ash-colored howler whined and pulled on its leash. It didn’t want to enter the ruins either. Shin had grown used to its cowardly way now. She turned to it and ordered:

“Tota.”

The howler fell on its haunches, its tongue lolling out of its huge mouth. She patted it between the ears then walked away. She climbed ancient fallen borders to get to the entrance of the temple. The sun was behind the tall cliffs, their shadows soaking the warmth out of the air. Shin brought her cape tighter around her. The shivers running down her back were not caused by the cold, however, but by the eerie energy coming off the temple.

Two statues held the entrance up, their bodies snapped to pieces but kept upright by moss. Shin could barely guess their features. She assumed they were witches of some kinds. What else could witches worship but themselves? Shin stepped through the doorway. The anxious energy she felt grew tenfold, making the back of her brain buzz with discomfort. The roof of the temple was partially collapsed, leaving holes of light to fall within. The vegetation of Peridea had taken back its place within the structure. Moss and grass carpeted the cracked stone floor in equal measure. All the windows were blocked by the cliffs on either side. The head of the giant statue at the end of the room had snapped at the neck and fallen to the ground. The neck and shoulders were covered with sticks and feathers, nests made not too long ago.

Shin took a few steps forward, her footsteps echoing through the temple. She couldn’t see any sign of her master, but knowing him and his quest, he must have come through, she thought. She closed her eyes, feeling for the Force and his presence in it. Nothing came to her, as usual. If only she’d mastered it more. She’d spent so many years with her master but could emulate so few of the things he’d taught her. Sometimes, she couldn’t help but wonder why he had taken her as his apprentice when she wasn’t talented. Maybe he had been right to leave her behind, she thought bitterly. She would have only slowed him down.

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52369444/chapters/132478294

Don’t They Know it’s the End of the World? - a foxxay fanfiction

A/N:Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new foxxay story, a No magic post-apocalyptic story. Summary: While running away from a group of raiders, Misty finds a little corner of paradise, seemingly sheltered from the end of the world. This mansion once belonged to Cordelia, but now she has opened it to welcome any girl in need of a place to stay. However, surviving the bombs was only the beginning, and now that the world is in chaos, the real survival begins... (link to the full story will be at the end)

Madison's jaw visibly clenched. She turned back to Misty.

"Come on."

She led Misty inside through the kitchen door. There, a few girls were finishing up with the dishes, drying them and placing them neatly back in the cupboard. A small group of ten-year-olds was playing Monopoly in the living room. Another group of teenagers was seating around the table, playing Risk. Madison walked through the corridors like she owned the place. The clicks of her heels on the white parquet floor echoed in the entire building.

Misty looked around her with surprise. The walls were very white, almost too white for this new, upside-down world she'd been traversing in the past few weeks. The furniture was clean. There were many books on the shelves, and paintings still hung on the walls. It was as if time had completely stopped just minutes before the bombs fell.

They emerged out of the hallway and into the main entrance, where a massive, double staircase climbed up to the floors above. However, Madison didn't go up, but to the right of the stairs instead. There, she knocked on a closed door. Misty caught up just in time to see Madison opening the door. She passed her head through, but not enough to allow Misty to see inside the room.

"I see you forgot your walkie-talkie again," the voice of a woman said on the other side of the door.

"Whatever," Madison replied. "Queenie's not even monitoring the cameras, and I would have had to return here anyway. They were running after a girl."

"Of course they were. Let her in."

Madison stepped away and looked back at Misty.

"Go on in, hippie."

Misty nodded, and with a slightly trembling hand, she pushed the door open.

Full story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23627905/chapters/56705272

The Greatest Mandalorian - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I just posted the prologue of my new multichapter fanfiction. It's an AU in which Sabine's parents died during the Siege of Mandalore so she was trained by Bo-Katan. Here is the begining and if you want to read more the link will be at the end! First chapter comes out tomorrow :)

The Gauntlet stumbled on the frozen landing pad of the Wren stronghold, jarring Bo-Katan out of her thoughts. She had flown here in a daze, her thoughts not quite in place. They had saved Mandalore, but at what cost? She cut the ship’s engine and stood up. Here was the cost, two silver and gold helmets at the back of her ship. She picked both up, feeling their weight straining her shoulders.

She opened the ramp and let the frigid air of Krownest wrap around her. She had not felt warmth in months, it was only fair that she didn’t try to fight this cold either. She walked down. Clan Wren members stood on the landing pad, waiting for her, unbothered by the cold.

“Take me to her,” she ordered, though her voice didn’t sound as strong as she’d wished.

With a nod, the silver and gold Mandalorian took her into the stronghold. They navigated dark staircases and heated, narrow corridors, to the throne room. The door opened, letting Bo inside. She was clutching both helmets hard, her knuckled white in her gloves. She walked around the throne, under the gaze of a woman so alike Ursa, she might have thought her ghost had returned to haunt the stronghold. Her sister, Ylva, kept an eagle-like gaze on Bo-Katan as she walked around the throne and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. There, Bo saw she wasn’t alone. A little girl sat on her lap, no older than two. Her big, inquisitive eyes looked at Bo without the aggression her aunt was giving her. She had short dark brown hair and the puffy cheeks of an infant, still.

“Bo-Katan Kryze,” Ylva’s voice echoed in the throne room, bringing Bo’s attention back to her. “I heard of your victory on Mandalore.”

“A victory for Mandalore is not my victory. I wished more than anything that no one had had to die for it.”

“Not as much as I wish it. Why are you here?”

“I’ve come to pay my respect to Clan Wren, who suffered a heavy loss. Heavier than most. These belong to your clan.”

She presented both helmets to the new Countess. They had served their owners well, till the end. The visor on Aldrich’s was broken. The rangefinder on Ursa’s had been snapped off. It would have to be fixed before the helmet came to be used again.

Ylva turned to the little girl and whispered to her:

“Sabine, do you want to get your parents’ helmets?”