1. They aren’t done enough.
2. They help other people understand what a healthy relationship looks like.
3. Fights can last for weeks and still be part of a healthy marriage.
4. Stereotypes. Break all the marriage stereotypes.
5. Soft cute couple moments DON’T stop after marriage.
6. Marriage is completely independent of character arcs. Those two individuals with trauma will still be two individuals with trauma but with gold rings.
7. A healthy marriage is one where people understand that their partners have baggage/trauma/flaws, but love them even in rough patches.
8. It isn’t that healthy marriages aren’t compelling, it’s that people don’t know how to write marriages correctly.
9. Marriages being an end goal often perpetuates that women are trophies to be won.
10. Marriages being an end goal often perpetuates that someone’s “freedom” ends there. Bury this trope, please, I beg of you.
FULCRUM: An Ahsoka Tano Zine is a non-profit zine centered around our favorite little daughter of the light. Keep your eyes peeled for our interest check on April 17th!
Tech Hotline Bling meme
Please feel free to use! I don't know how people like their meme templates sorry, but the Tech pictures are quite high res if you open in new tab on pc. Credit is not mandatory, but highly appreciated (tbh I'm more interested to see if how other people use this, so please tag me so I can see! 😊)
Omg not my usual content but I love this cat with all my heart 😍
Real life Marie
Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.
Thanks for the tags @aknightreaderr and @tealmisthams!
First Most Hits:
That Familiar, Yet Unfamiliar Feeling - 6,112 Hits
This was my first long fic, which is essentially my take on what happens to Rex and Ahsoka post Order 66. This was definitely a labour of love and very close to my heart!
Second Most Kudos:
Tihaar? More Like Truth Serum - 128 Kudos
One of the very first fics I wrote, a cute little confession of feelings between Rexsoka. If anyone is looking for a cute, fluffy read, dare I make a little self-rec? :)
Third Most Comments:
Not the First, But the Best - 36 Comments
This is one of the Fics in my Crosslo series, for Crosshair from The Bad Batch and my OC, Arlo. This fic is about their first date, ending with some light teasing for Crosshair from his siblings.
Fourth Most Bookmarks:
A Tie!
Not Strong Enough & Please Don't Make it Real - 19 Bookmarks
Both of these fics had the 4th most bookmarks! Not Strong Enough is a Tech Lives fic I wrote for Angstpril where Tech is CX-2 and is recaptured by the Batch who try to break him free of Hemlock's conditioning.
Please Don't Make it Real is my take on Crosshair finding out about Tech's death between Season 2 and Season 3 of The Bad Batch.
Fifth Most Words:
Hold on to Me - 7,233 words
This fic is a AU where Order 66 did not happen, and the Clone War continued on. This fic is about the final battle before the Republic is victorious.
Fic with the Fewest Words:
Chaos and Order - 410 words
A short fic I wrote for Clone Twin Week about how despite being opposites, Tech and Crosshair have personalities that complement each other very nicely.
NPT: @ladylucksrogue, @whyamismall, @melting-houses-of-gold, @acatinwinterfell and anyone else who wants to participate!
what do you mean hes fictional. i need him
Summary: Lost and adrift after the events of Order 66, Ahsoka and Rex struggle to find their place in this new reality. Both need to deal with the loss in their own way; as they help each other in this shared struggle, their relationship blossoms into something neither expected. As the threat of the Empire grows, can such a tentative, new connection be sustained? Or will they be torn apart by their duty to fight?
Fandom: The Clone Wars
Rating: M
Chapter Word Count: ~4000
Next chapter is up! Ahsoka and Rex try to settle into their new life post order 66 in this angsty yet fluffy chapter!
Hope you enjoy!
my lovely friend @gefionne was gracious enough to let me draw some fanart of fen'harel!solas for her amazing (AND VERY DELICIOUS) fanfic, these hands, if not gods! (au! solavellan, smutty, WITH PLOT.) 100/10, would recommend time & time again. read it or i'll beat up vhenan please enjoy the fen'harel tiddies
Well, I ended up writing a little something for myself for this prompt which has now spawned an entire fic... Please enjoy chapter 1, posted below! The rest of the fic will be up over the next week or so and can be found here on ao3.
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The first time Rook kissed Lucanis, it was unexpected. She’d put one hand on his cheek and leaned over, landing a sloppy kiss on his cheekbone, just below his eye. They were both drunk, as were Neve and Bellara. The four of them had been trading stories over a bottle of wine. One bottle turned into two, and two quickly progressed to three, and three… begot a kiss.
Lucanis hoped he wasn’t blushing. Bellara laughed and pointed, reiterating the obvious: Rook was very drunk, and Lucanis was very surprised. Neve glared daggers. Lucanis wasn’t entirely certain why. They’d flirted, sure, but nothing was spoken for at this point. Spite roared in his brain.
TELL. HER. SHE NEEDS. TO. KNOW.
Lucanis met Rook’s gaze, enraptured by her shining green eyes, and not for the first time. Some invisible force behind her gaze tugged at his breastbone, and he watched Rook’s eyes widen as he leaned in. Her lips parted, and she gasped softly, drawing his gaze downward. Mierda. He wanted to kiss her. Badly.
Lucanis’ eyes flicked back up to Rook’s and the intensity of her gaze struck him to stillness. Did she want to kiss him too? The way her gaze roved over him, searching and hungry, made him believe so.
Now. Tell her. NOW.
Lucanis opened his mouth, but in the same moment, the reason he could not tell her anything walked through the door.
“Drinking without me?” Davrin asked, his voice as smooth as silk and as deep as the ocean dared dwell. Rook shot up immediately, the spell between them shattering into a million pieces, and flittering off into nothingness like the end of a shooting star. It blazed hot, when you could see it, but it was intangible once the moment had passed.
She fluttered over to Davrin, her long curly hair bouncing with every step. Lucanis grimaced as his friend lifted Rook up, spinning her around before kissing her forehead once he’d placed her back on the ground. They were a good match. Lucanis pretended he was happy for them.
We could KILL him. Easy. POISON in soup.
No.
You COOK. You ASSASSINATE.
No!
What if there was. A CONTRACT.
“Oh, shut up…” Lucanis murmured with a sigh before rubbing his forehead.
“That’s rather rude,” Neve quipped. Lucanis raised his head, confused. Neve continued to glare daggers at him. “All Rook asked was if you wanted another drink.”
Lucanis flicked his gaze over to Rook. The concern in her eyes made her look suspiciously sober, but the way she wavered at Davrin’s side, prompting the other man to loop a steadying arm around her shoulders, betrayed her intoxication.
“My apologies, I wasn’t talking to you, Rook. Spite was…” Lucanis searched for the right words, not willing to allow his friends to be privy to Spite’s foolish suggestion. Finally, he settled on, “…being rather loud.”
Rook grinned, an adorable, lopsided twist of her lips in her drunken state. “Well, maybe Spite needs another drink.”
YES.
“No,” Lucanis said firmly, and resisted another sigh. Resolutely ignoring Spite’s protests inside his head he continued, “On the contrary, I think Spite and I have had a bit too much to drink. I will take my leave.”
“Noooooo Lucaaaaanis,” Bellara whined drunkenly. “You can’t leave yet.”
Lucanis rose to his feet and took a second to let the world right itself before he stepped away from the chairs in the library. He called on all his discipline and dexterity to look less intoxicated than he felt and avoid tangling his legs on the table that sat between them, strewn with glasses and empty bottles of wine.
“I’m sorry, Bellara. I’ve had enough for one night.”
“Ooookay but just wait,” Bellara said cheerfully and shot up from her chair. She stumbled over to him, likely intending to give him a goodbye hug, but accidently launched herself into his side when she tripped on the low table he’d so painstakingly avoided. Lucanis caught her without too much trouble, but he staggered a bit, just barely managing to keep his feet under them both.
“Sorry, whoa-“ Bellara said, wobbling all over again the instant Lucanis righted her into a standing position. This time Davrin stepped forward, taking her other arm. She let out a peal of laughter and Rook’s infectious giggles joined Bellara’s, the humor of Bellara’s disequilibrium obviously enhanced by the alcohol bubbling through their veins. Rook’s laughter was a beautiful sound; Lucanis couldn’t help but stare. The way Rook’s whole face lit up with joy, her eyes scrunched into adorable crescents, cheeks round and rosy… Mierda. He couldn’t keep thinking these things.
“I should be going,” Lucanis said, leaving Bellara in Davrin’s capable hands. He bid his goodbyes and made a quick exit from the library, managing to stay upright without too much effort. He just had to make it to his quarters. The walk wasn’t long. This he could do. Spending time with Rook… especially Rook and Davrin… that was something he was going to need to work on.
TELL HER.
He couldn’t. It was better this way. Rook deserved better.
But. You CARE. About her.
That didn’t matter. He didn’t deserve Rook. He’d only entangle her in his mess.
WHAT. MESS.
Lucanis scoffed. The Crows. The Ossuary. The mess that was a demon inside his head.
But I CARE too. About Rook.
“It doesn’t matter,” Lucanis murmured to himself as much as to Spite. “She made her choice. And it was the right one. We… we are the wrong choice.”
LUCANIS IS. STUPID.
Lucanis rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he muttered under his breath, staggering up the steps to the elevated courtyard. When he reached the top step, Lucanis sighed in relief, only to lose his footing instantly, his boot slipping on a particularly smooth stone.
Luckily, a pair of lithe but strong hands wrapped around his arm, saving him from a rather unfortunate fall onto the stone walkway.
“Careful darling.”
Lucanis sighed. “Neve.”
Neve looped her arm around his and helped him towards the dining hall at the far end of the courtyard, where his quarters lay. “We all had a bit too much to drink. Just wanted to make sure you made it back okay.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” Lucanis told her, shaking his head and then regretting it, as the world seemed to spin a little to the left.
“No, but I wanted to,” Neve replied, her voice light and hopeful. Lucanis frowned. This was a mess too. He’d started something flirty with Neve and he’d intended it to remain casual. It seemed she may want more than that.
“You deserve better, you know? She doesn’t get to demand your affections, not after she’s chosen someone else,” Neve said, turning up her nose as if the notion itself was distasteful to her. Lucanis and Spite both bristled, defending Rook immediately.
“She demands nothing.” He couldn’t tame the sharpness from his tongue, and it shamed him. While he did not deserve Rook, he had enough scraps of self-worth left to know how pathetic he must sound, defending her to Neve.
“Well then, how do you explain tonight?”
“I have… lingering feelings. That isn’t Rook’s fault.”
“Still,” Neve said, pausing outside of the dining hall before letting go of his arm. “Perhaps it’s time to find a new focus for your attentions.”
Lucanis’ frown deepened. He should have known this was coming. He’d never intended for anything serious between them, and he regretted if he’d given her the wrong idea. He tried to put her off.
“Look, Neve-“
“I’m not asking for you to fall in love with me, darling.” Neve interrupted. Slipping her fingers beneath his chin she caressed his jaw, drawing his eyes to hers. “But I think you could use a distraction.”
Lucanis raised an eyebrow, his apprehension fading as Neve presented him with a more familiar, easier option.
“A distraction?” He leaned in, coming nose to nose with Neve. Her brown eyes were half lidded as she stared at his lips. Her breath ghosted across his skin. It prickled in anticipation, and he waited, wondering what her next move would be.
After what seemed like an eternity, Neve spoke. “If you want to kiss me, you’d better hurry up.”
Without thinking, Lucanis crashed his lips against hers. Their kisses were rough and hungry, both desperate for a taste of the other. Lucanis wrapped one arm around her waist and the other he threaded into her hair, pulling at the soft brown strands, angling her mouth where he wished. She kissed him back fiercely, nipping his bottom lip and scrapping her fingernails pleasantly down the side of his neck. Pulling on her hair, he tipped her head back so he could kiss her neck. Rook’s skin was sof-
The hapless thought jarred him back to reality, and Lucanis pulled away abruptly.
LUCANIS. IS. STUPID.
Yes. Yes, he was.
“I-“ Neve started, looking rather flustered.
“Not tonight,” Lucanis cut her off, silencing any further questions with a shake of his head, and a thin lie. “I’m too drunk.”
Neve narrowed her eyes, obviously not entirely satisfied with his feeble excuse for such a sudden change in behavior. Her scrutiny was intense, but Lucanis was a Crow, and Caterina’s grandson. Learning to lie and resist interrogation had been both part of his training, and essential to escaping his grandmother’s wrath growing up. Silence came easily for him, drunk or not.
“Alright,” Neve said eventually, though the quirk of her lips told him she still retained her suspicions. “Rest well.”
Lucanis bid her farewell and staggered through the door of the dining hall, making his way to the pantry and promptly collapsing face down onto his bed.
What was he going to do with himself?
WHY. Are WE WRONG?
Lucanis sighed.
“We just are, Spite. We just are,” he mumbled into his pillow drunkenly, unwilling to delve any further into it. His mind was a mess, and not in the usual way. Lucanis squeezed his eyes shut tight. For the first time in a long time, he wanted to sleep. A brief reprieve from all this thinking… would be welcome.
As he drifted off, Lucanis murmured, “Don’t tell her while I’m sleeping. Please.”
He felt Spite slip towards unconsciousness with him for a change.
I WON’T BETRAY LUCANIS.
Lucanis was grateful. And then he slept.
✨ First Times ✨
To spark some positive fandom enthusiasm, I thought I'd try creating a ~fun little ask prompt~, so here goes!
This can be serious ("the first time character A confided something in character B" / "the first time character B thought about kissing character A" / "the first time they dealt with loss together") or entirely silly ("the first time character A heard character B snoring" / "the first time character A's uniform was horribly out of place in front of character B" / "the first time they laughed so hard they cried together").
I encourage all writers and non-writers alike to participate however they wish! This isn't about creating mesmerizing prose, but about sharing in each others' love of the Characters™.
It’s me 🥹 please check this zine out guys! We’ve all worked super hard and are so excited to share our content with everyone! Pre orders are still open 👀
Next up today is a lovely writing piece from @snips2112 !
Just an aspiring writer and Star Wars lover 🧡 You can find me as Snips2112 on ao3 as well!
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