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Fivesoka Creation Day

Officially announcing the first ever Fivesoka event! 💙🧡

Guys, I cannot put into words how excited I am and I’m still amazed at how many people responded to the interest check. You guys are the best! Best birthday present ever. 🥹

When: March 15, 2025

What is the event? An opportunity to create new Fivesoka content for ourselves and the fandom! Create something—fic, art, mood board, whatever you want—and submit it on March 15!

How to submit your creation: Post it here on Tumblr or, if it’s on another website like AO3, post the link. Make sure to tag @everythingfivesoka so I can reblog it and include the tag #fivesokacreationevent

Not sure what to create? I will be taking prompt suggestions over the next few days, which I will then compile and post, to help with the inspiration. That being said, create whatever you want! Create what Fivesoka content you haven’t seen yet, but would like to. Create whatever makes you happy!

There are a few RULES…

1 — Please only create content in which Ahsoka is portrayed as an adult. Whether you want to age her up during TCW or have your setting be after TCW or an AU, up to you!

2 — Aside from that, anything goes, as long as it is Fivesoka-centric. Just make sure to tag sensitive content accordingly. (Smut/NSFW, trigger warnings, character deaths, etc.) If you’re not sure if you should tag something, tag it anyway, just to be safe! Also, please put NSFW content under a cut here on Tumblr.

3 — Creations that will NOT be accepted: AI or plagiarized work. Any creations depicting hate or harassment of any kind. Creations in which either character is underage.

4 — Please be kind and considerate! The Fivesoka community is very small, so let’s support each other as much as possible!

Since many of us are in different parts of the world, the official time for the event will be rather loose. Just try to post on March 15, whenever that is for you! And if you post later, I’ll still reblog. 😊

Feel free to message me either here on @everythingfivesoka or on my @tealmisthams account with any questions!

Also, let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future posts related to this event!

Thanks, you guys. I’m so excited!

~ Misty 💙🧡

Art by @ahsokathegray

Tags: @aknightreaderr @snarkyfina @cyarikacyare @swfandomevents

I think I’m chaotic good? Idk guys you tell me 😆

[fic alignment]

He's a wife guy 💍

Unbidden - Part 3

Summary: During a date night, an intimate moment is turned sour when Crosshair is forced to relive some of his darkest memories from his time on Tantiss. Arlo is there to help him through, but he's not so sure how to let her in.

Fandom: Star Wars The Bad Batch

Pairing: Crosshair x Arlo (Original Female Character)

Word Count: ~3,000

Warnings: Panic Attack, Heavy Angst

So this chapter got so long I had to split it into two XD So please enjoy the first part of the last chapter of this fic! The second part will be up later tonight or tomorrow <3

Last Line Challenge

Thanks for the tag @tealmisthams!

This is from the next instalment in my Crosslo series, which I am slowly working on! Please enjoy :)

She knew she was likely blushing like an idiot, but she otherwise tried to smooth out her appearance, dusting the sand from her hair and her back, and readjusting her shirt where it had ridden up to her ribs. She resolutely ignored the warm, honeyed desire in her core, pretending like she didn’t want to grab Crosshair’s hand and run across the beach in search of another secluded location to finish what they’d started. But she was able to control herself. Probably. Mostly. Maybe.

The rest of the series can be found here on ao3!

NPTs: @ladylucksrogue, @whyamismall, @melting-houses-of-gold, @aknightreaderr, @acatinwinterfell, and anyone else who wants to participate!

Crosshair

“Did you miss me?

How touching.”

Procreate

Hi friends,

I don’t know how many followers I have here that read my works on ao3, but given the issues with recent AI scraping, I wanted to give people a heads up that I have made the decision to lock all of my fics on ao3, so they are only available to registered users. I hate having to do this, because as someone who did not have an ao3 account for a very long time, it pains me to not have my fics available to everyone, but with the current issues with AI, I feel this is necessary.

If you don’t have an ao3 account, I highly encourage you to get one! You don’t need to be a writer to have one, and then you can also bookmark all your favorite fics :) If anyone needs an invite to create an account, please DM me; I think I have some to give!

Happy reading and writing,

Snips :)

Ahhh thank you this was so good! 👀

Congrats on 200 followers that’s sooooo cool! For your event to celebrate, can I request a Drabble for Wolffe/Liri? Maybe prompt 35 from the Kiss Roulette prompts (a kiss against a wall)?

Thank you and congratulations again 💕💕

Thank you 💕💕

Excited for this one! Hope you enjoy!

Wolffe had given her the full tour, timing it on a quiet day when the Hand of Justice was undergoing repairs. For Liri, it was thrilling, she’d never been on a Venator-class ship before, much less seen one from the inside. And Wolffe, though playing it cool, had clearly pulled out all the stops. Every now and then, she caught a proud little gleam in his eye, as if he wanted to impress her just as much as she wanted to understand his world.

She’d seen the mess hall, even tasted the caf and the food, or what passed as such.

“I can’t believe you actually manage to eat that,” she muttered as they continued down another long corridor.

Wolffe shrugged, his helmet tucked under his arm. “When you’re hungry enough…”

“I don’t think I could ever be that hungry,” she said. “If you’re living off that sludge, I’m going to have to start sending you off with some proper snacks.”

He chuckled, glancing at her in amusement, his helmet tucked under his arm. A few troopers passed them, glancing at her curiously. But the second they spotted Wolffe, all curiosity faded, and they hurried on their way.

“Are they scared of you?” she asked, one brow arched.

Wolffe smirked. “More like…respectful. I am their commander, after all.”

“Ah,” she nodded, feigning seriousness. “Right.  Well then, Commander. Where are we off to next?”

“I thought I’d show you my office,” he replied with a shrug.

“Ooo, the commander’s office. The command center,” she teased, grinning.

He rolled his eyes.

When they arrived, he activated the lights, letting her step inside first. The room was plain, organized, no-nonsense, exactly as she’d imagined it. But what caught her eye were the caf cups scattered around, all emptied. Her lips twitched in amusement.

“Don’t start,” Wolffe said, catching her eye with a smirk as he set his helmet down on his desk.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” she said, all innocence.  She moved around the desk to take a seat in his chair, leaning back with an exaggerated sigh. “So… this is where all the big decisions happen, huh?”

He shrugged, looking slightly amused. “That or the bridge.”

She tapped a finger thoughtfully against her chin. “So…if I wanted to give a trooper a reprimand for, let’s say…leaving his caf cups all over the place, this would be the place for it, right?”

“Usually,” he agreed, crossing his arms as he eyed her with mock suspicion. “The trooper would have to report in, square himself up right in front of the desk.” He stepped closer, standing directly in front of her.

“Oh, yes,” she drawled, clearly enjoying herself. “A serious infraction, this caf cup situation. I’d have to make sure he was taking it very seriously.” Her gaze roamed over him, mischief in her eyes. “Power’s gone to my head already, hasn’t it?”

“Absolutely. I’m afraid the position of being my guest has corrupted you,” he teased, his voice low.

She narrowed her eyes, standing slowly as he watched her, that familiar interest and warmth lighting up his face. “I’m quite serious, you know,” she said, closing the space between them.

“Is that so?” His voice was a mix of challenge and curiosity as she stepped closer, forcing him to back up.

“Mhm.” She took another step, and then another, until his back was against the wall, her face inches from his.

“Is this where you’re supposed to tell me I’m out of line?” she asked, tilting her head up, her voice a low purr.

“Seems you’ve taken charge of the reprimand.” His eyes met hers, almost daring. “And you look a little too happy about it.”

“Maybe I am,” she replied, her fingers sliding up to trace his jaw. She leaned in, lips brushing against his. “Now, how would you respond to this?”

Without waiting for his answer, she kissed him, her mouth claiming his. His hands found her waist as he pulled her flush against him, his armor cold against her skin, and he let out a low hum of approval. She pressed him against the wall, deepening the kiss.

When she finally pulled back, breathless and grinning, she murmured, “Well?”

Wolffe’s smirk was playful and heated and she felt a little thrill at how he was looking at her in that second. “I’d say make sure you locked the door.”

My small collection of Angstpril 2024 fics:

Online shopping time 🛒 Echo realized that an extra hand can come in handy for disguise 😅 and if Crosshair’s getting one anyways and they are on sale… well why not 😎