Thanks for the tag @tealmisthams and @aknightreaderr!
This is not the first line, but it is the first line I wrote today for my upcoming Crosslo fic. It is the one referenced in my WIP game post as “Crosslo confessions fic” so I’m tagging @julijuli77 as well since you asked about that one! I don’t wanna reveal too many details, but let’s just say there will be some confessions from both Arlo and Crosshair 👀
“Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?” Arlo asked quietly as they turned on to her street, unable to ignore the subject any longer. Crosshair frowned but merely shrugged, seemingly unbothered.
NPT: @ladylucksrogue , @whyamismall , @acatinwinterfell , @saviinika , and anyone else who wants to participate!
Go read this fic by my awesome friend! It’s so good 😍💚👀 I can’t wait for more already!
Okay, I really didn’t think I’d be posting Chapter 1 this soon, but I got too excited! 😆
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These notes are also posted on the first chapter:
Welcome to Divergence! This has been my biggest wip yet and I'm so excited to finally be posting it! This fic, which has already been drafted in its entirety, is the first of three fics of similar length that I have planned. Originally, it was outlined as one massive fic, but I chose to break it up for my own sanity.
Before we jump in, here are some things you can expect from the series (in a really small nutshell):
Overall themes/storylines - Fivesoka (emphasis on the “slow burn”), PTSD (healing is not linear!), accelerated aging cure, local crime
Part 1 - Beginning on Coruscant, but most of the fic is domestic life stuff
Part 2 - Kix fix-it (this is my favorite part out of the three)
Part 3 - Order 66 and more clones joining them
There will also be a Fives & Echo reunion, but I won’t say which part that’s in! 😉
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I’m going to try to post Chapter 2 within the next few days. I meant to post it tonight, but I’m so tired. After that, it’ll be one chapter a week.
what do you mean hes fictional. i need him
So pretty 😍
Drawing for @lexavalon052 of their OC Arya! I’ve only known Arya for a day and a half but I’d die for her
DR SOLAS WOLFF (with two effs); MD, PhD Fanart of Doc as per The Blighted Butcher by @psykergirl, described in Chapter 1, to go with fanart of Ellana.
Those 2 are insufferable, I love them so much
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.”
Ahhh this is adorbs 🥹 and so very Fox!
Trick or treat 🎃 (I love your art so much 🧡!!!)
Thank youuuu
Fox dressed up as a vampire in a coffin so everyone can just leave him alone
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
Pairing: Rexsoka
Rating: M
Chapter Word Count: ~2,700
A bit of a shorter one, but I had to move the plot along a little at some point :) Hope you enjoy!
Just an aspiring writer and Star Wars lover 🧡 You can find me as Snips2112 on ao3 as well!
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