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WIP Title List

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thanks for the tag @tealmisthams! Get ready y'all, I have far too many WIPs, it's a disease.

Kix the burnt out medic fic

Fivesoka for Misty

Boyband AU

Rexsoka sequel fic

Rexsoka Halloween 80s fic

One night - Solavellan

Solavellan long fic

Crosslo confessions fic

Space Race

Downton abbey AU (if only)

What if - Ahsoka comes back

There you have it, my friends. My WIP disease, laid out before you in no particular order. Please send help XD

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

In the light of your forgiveness let me open up to you

And I will let you see the war inside of me

Sweet and Gentle, Let Me Dream of You

@galactic-gift-gathering: Gift for @tealmisthams

Please enjoy my friend :)

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Prompt: Falling asleep on each other

Characters: Ahsoka & Fives

Genre: Fluff, Romantic Fluff, all the fluff

Please also find it here on my ao3.

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Ahsoka had never been so exhausted. Day in and day out she and Fives worked tirelessly with Rex and the other clones, fighting to undo the damage the Empire had wrought upon the Galaxy. It was good work. Important work. Possibly the most important work Ahsoka had done in her entire life. But it’s importance to her did not negate the toll it took on her, both physically and mentally.

As she trudged back to the room she shared with Fives on Teth, she nearly collapsed before she even reached the door. With a sigh, she managed to hit the controls with tired, fumbling fingers on the second try, and lumbered into the room.

Even as tired as she was, she couldn’t help the small smile and laugh that was plucked from her chest by the sight that greeted her. Fives was sprawled out on the tiny bed, shoved into the corner of the room. His head was at the foot of the bed (nearly hanging off of it, in fact) and one foot was on her pillow, while the other dangled off the edge of the bed.

Fives twisted his head and cracked open an eye at the sound of her laughter, a wry smile appearing on his lips despite the tiredness that sat upon his brown. Ahsoka could feel a similar exhaustion to her own enveloping him in the Force, and she almost felt bad for waking him. But now that he was awake, she figured she might as well make the best of it.

“Something looks wrong about the way you’re lying in bed, dear,” Ahsoka teased, tapping her finger on her chin. “But I just can’t put my finger on it.”

Fives’ smile transformed into a smirk in an instant, and he raised one hand and folded it behind his head. Ahsoka crossed her arms over her chest and fought the urge to roll her eyes, knowing whatever was going to come out of Fives’ mouth next would be ridiculous. His flirting was never any good when he was exhausted.

“Is that so? I know exactly what’s wrong with this bed,” Fives drawled, his smirk only widening as he withheld the punchline of his quip. Ahsoka raised a brow marking.

“Oh? Please, do tell me,” Ahsoka shot back, her voice dripping with good natured sarcasm as she approached the bed, ensuring she stayed just outside of his reach.

“The only thing wrong with this bed… is that you’re not in it.” Fives smirk had turned to a self-satisfied grin by the time he’d finished speaking. Ahsoka rolled her eyes but laughed despite herself. Still, she couldn’t let such a cheesy line slide without a little further protest, no matter how good sliding into bed with Fives might sound to her exhausted mind and body.

“Well, how could I be in it, when someone’s foot is on my pillow?” She asked, looking pointedly to his foot that still lay on the flat but comfortable pillow she usually used. Fives stared back at her indignantly.

“No, it’s not!” he exclaimed, looking perplexed. Ahsoka rolled her eyes again and made her way to the head of the bed, tugging at the pillow wedged securely beneath his foot.

“Yes,” she said, tugging the pillow roughly once more, yet still unable to free it from his foot. “Yes, it is.”

“Nope,” Fives insisted and then smirked as he patted his chest. “Your pillow is right here.”

For the third time, Ahsoka rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the smile that broke out across her lips. With a shake of her head and a breathy giggle, she finally relented, kicking off her shoes and then climbing over Fives’ prone form, wedging herself between him and the wall. She shuffled around on the bed, getting comfortable before snuggling into his side, lying her head on his chest as if he were her pillow, as he’d suggested.

Fives’ arms immediately encircled her, and she giggled as she kicked at his pillow with her bare feet, still baffled by their reversed position on their bed.

“Why?” she mumbled against his chest. Fives shrugged and kissed one of her montrals.

“Does it matter?” he replied, his voice already low and thick with sleep as he caressed her arm and trailed his fingers up and down her spine. Ahsoka smiled sleepily against his chest and snuggled in tighter.

“I guess not,” she murmured in reply, her own eyelids once again feeling heavy with exhaustion, matching the lead in her limbs that seemed to lock her in place against Fives’ side, ensuring she could do nothing but cuddle him and sleep, for the next few hours at least.

Before she knew it the steady beat of her lover’s heart beneath her head and his slow but soothing respirations lulled her into a sweet, gentle sleep beside him.  Her dreams were few, but what images she remembered were exclusively of Fives; they were happy, joyous and delightful. When she later awoke, still encircled in his strong, solid arms, she would swear it was the best sleep she’d had in a long time.

She likes to hug him and he likes to look at her.

Sulah x Solas comm for @elspethdekarios

10 people I would like to get to know better

Thanks for the tag @ladylucksrogue, @julijuli77, @kotemf, @tealmisthams, and @queen-of-mandalore!

Last Song: Bodak Yellow by Cardi B - not my usual genre of music but this song slaps haha

Favorite color: Pink! Specifically light, pastel pink is my favorite

Last book: Star Wars Darth Bane: Path of Destruction

Last movie: Deadpool 2

Last show: Gossip Girl

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Sweet, always sweet :)

Relationship status: IRL? Single. In my head? Either married to Solas from Dragon Age or Crosshair from The Bad Batch, depending on the day XD

Last thing I googled: how to sync OneNote files to a new OneDrive. I'm having problems, friends haha

Current obsession: Solas and Solavellan <3 I can't stop thinking about the egg. I am in love. Somebody stop me (please don't I like it here)

I look forward to telling you: the long kept secret of my OC Arlo's past! The next fic in the Crosslo series will be the big reveal... so keep an eye out ;)

NPTs: @whyamismall, @melting-houses-of-gold, @acatinwinterfell, @s0lavellan, @stardustandash and anyone else who wants to participate!

Not what I was expecting to get, but I’ll take it 😆

Thanks for the tag @tealmisthams and @ladylucksrogue

NPTs: @acatinwinterfell @saviinika @s0lavellan @melting-houses-of-gold @julijuli77

Consider yourself tagged if you are reading this:

Make this picrew of yourself

Take this uquiz (How Fandom Would See You If You Were A Fictional Character)

Thank you for the tag @machiavellli !

Listen if i had no clue who ahsoka was and you were to ask me who her jedi master would be based on this image— i would 100% say anakin

Like i’m sorry but it’s blatantly obvious

Just Like Them

Summary: When Solas takes on a physical form at Mythal's request, his whole world changes. Many years later, he asks Eldhira to make a different, but similarly fundamental change. It is only then that he realizes he's become what he swore to destroy.

Fandom: Dragon Age

Pairing: Solas x Female Lavellan

Rating: T

Word Count: ~4,800

Link to the fic on ao3 is here. (For whatever reason tumblr won’t let me directly post the link as I usually do. Oh well 🤷🏼‍♀️)

This fic was meant an an exploration of Solas’ first moments as a physical being, and then leads into a comparison piece where he asks Lavellan to remove her vallaslin. I thought it would be interesting to explore not only Solas’ transition from spirit to physical form, but I’ve also always wanted to explore his inner thoughts and feelings during the infamous Crestwood scene. Hope y’all enjoy!

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!

bellanaris | wisdom + determination

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Can I request fivesoka and “one kiss isn’t enough” for the mistletoe prompts 👀💕

Thanks for this request! I enjoyed writing this one so much! 😁

Also tagging @ahsokathegray, since you also requested this prompt for Fivesoka. I am planning to write this prompt for them again, so I'll answer your ask then!

Hope you enjoy! 💙

It's also here on AO3.

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79’s had always been bright and colorful, in keeping with the tone of Coruscant night life, but Ahsoka really hadn’t expected the establishment to sport Life Day decorations. A massive green wreath hung over the entrance and strings of multi-colored lights decorated the exterior of the building, including the doorway. Inside, the same colorful lights outlined the bar and tables, and other various lights, plants, and sparkly ornaments were sprinkled throughout the bar.

Her friends in the 501st had invited her out for drinks that evening. It was the first time their leave had lined up since she was promoted to general and officially transferred to the 332nd. She was excited to see the troopers she had worked alongside for so long, but there was one man in particular who she was looking forward to reuniting with.

As soon as the blue and white armor came into view, a chorus of greetings flooded her montrals. She couldn’t help the joyful grin that spread across her face as she slid into the booth beside Fives. With how many people were squeezed into the booth, it was a bit of a tight fit, so it only made sense for her to sit close enough for their legs to press together.

His amber eyes locked on her blue ones for a heartbeat before she turned to the rest of the troopers.

The clones and their former commander quickly caught up, exchanging battle stories and developments in a few of the guys’ personal lives. Then Ahsoka commented on 79’s unexpected Life Day decor and their conversation shifted to their surroundings.

“There’s even mistletoe hanging in some of the corners,” Echo pointed out. He nodded towards a vacant corner near their table and Ahsoka was able to spot the green plant with white berries hanging from the ceiling.

“Interesting. Any of you guys get a kiss tonight?” she asked, raising her eyebrow markings suggestively.

She wasn’t quite sure what she expected the response to be. Jesse and Kix both raised a hand and then, to her surprise, Tup shyly raised his fingers as well.

“Good for you, Tup!” Ahsoka leaned across the table to offer him a fist bump.

“Hey, what about me?” Jesse whined.

“Fine,” she chucked, offering her fist. “Good job, Jesse.”

“How about you, General?” Hardcase asked. “You going to kiss someone?”

“Maybe you should kiss Fives,” Jesse burst out, before she could answer. “Normally he’d have gotten ten kisses by now, but the lazy di’kut hasn’t even tried.”

“Hey, I could’ve gotten a kiss if I wanted one,” Fives protested.

“Maybe you should prove it then,” Hardcase challenged. “How about it, General?”

Now the entire table was staring at her, except for Fives, who was making an effort to specifically not look in her direction. Normally she wouldn’t participate in traditions like this, but… She couldn’t help casting a glance at the man next to her.

“I suppose,” she agreed, feigning reluctance. “Is that okay with you, Fives?”

“Sure, why not?” He shrugged, like it didn’t matter one way or the other.

“Don’t be too eager now, you guys,” Jesse teased, sarcastically.

Neither Ahsoka nor Fives acknowledged him as they stood and made their way over to the nearest mistletoe.

“They have no idea, do they?” Ahsoka asked, lowering her voice so only Fives could hear.

“Nope.” The ARC’s mouth spread into a half-grin. “Not sure if I’m thankful or offended that no one actually asked why I stayed in my seat all night.”

“I appreciate that.” She knew Fives’ reputation for frequent hookups as well as anyone or at least the reputation he’d had before they became a couple.

“Did you expect anything less?” His voice was teasing, but she saw the way his amber eyes flickered earnestly.

“Of course not,” she reassured him, softly.

“Hey!” Both of their heads jerked in the direction of their table as Jesse called out. “Are you two going to kiss or what?”

Fives flicked a rude gesture at his brother, while Ahsoka rolled her eyes. Then they turned back to each other.

She wasn’t sure how they were going to play this. No one knew about their relationship, aside from Echo, and she wasn’t sure if now was the time to reveal it. Maybe it would be best to just kiss quickly, for show.

Ahsoka was opening her mouth to suggest that course of action, when Fives stepped in and kissed her. The instant their lips touched, she felt warmth spread through her body. He was already wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her closer, while his other hand cupped her cheek. She instinctively lifted her arms over his shoulders. She knew the confidence of their movements were absolutely not indicative of a first kiss, but as Fives ran his tongue along her lower lip, she realized that she didn’t care in the slightest.

“Kriff, I missed you,” Fives said, when they broke apart for a heartbeat.

“I missed you too.” Ahsoka was practically cut off as he pressed his lips to hers again.

One of her hands found its way up into his hair, pulling him farther into her. He responded eagerly, using the arm around her hips to press her flush against him. She probably could have kissed him forever, but after several long minutes, their kisses began to taper off. Fives pressed one more soft kiss to her cheek before loosening his hold on her.

Figuring their relationship was sufficiently revealed, they threaded their fingers together as they walked back to their table.

Fives’ brothers were silent as he and Ahsoka sat back down; all of them were staring at the couple, frozen with shock. All except for Echo, who was cackling madly.

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I was gifted this beautiful Fivesoka art to go with these drabbles. Go take a look! 💙🧡

Mistletoe Drabble requests are currently CLOSED, but stay tuned for more drabbles that have yet to be posted! ✨

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 !

<together>

always

For the mistletoe requests: Fivesoka and “Laughing”

Fivesoka request YAY!! Thank you for requesting this one! 💙

I'm also tagging @aknightreaderr, since you requested Fivesoka and the laughing prompt as well. I guess we all know how perfect this prompt is for them. I actually have another idea, so I'm planning to do this pair/prompt again later, so I'll answer your ask then! 😁

It's also here on AO3.

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“Look who’s under the mistletoe now.”

Before Ahsoka could turn towards Fives’ voice, his arms encircled her waist from behind and he pulled her back against his chest. She felt the brush of his goatee as he settled his chin between her montrals. She didn’t know why he suddenly felt the need to hold her this way, but she certainly wasn’t complaining.

She looked over to the corner of the room to where she knew the mistletoe was hanging. She and Fives had spotted it as soon as they arrived at Riyo’s party, and they had been scoping it out throughout the evening; watching to see who they could catch kissing beneath the hanging plant. They’d already seen Bly and Aayla, Obi-Wan and Satine, and Riyo and Fox, of course. Then to their surprise, they’d seen Tech and Phee together, and then Crosshair and the beautiful blonde woman that he’d brought as his date.

“Crosshair has a date?” Fives had gasped in surprise, though he’d kept his voice low against Ahsoka’s montral.

“Don’t act so surprised,” she scolded, smacking her partner lightly on the arm.

Then a short while later, they’d spotted Echo under the mistletoe, making out with an auburn-haired woman who Ahsoka didn’t recognize.

“Oh yeah, Echo had a girlfriend too,” Fives had explained, vaguely. Then Ahsoka had slammed her hand over his mouth when he added that he should cheer them on. She’d ask him more details about that later.

Now it was Anakin and Padmé, and Ahsoka couldn’t help but smile as she watched her former master with his wife. Now that the war was over, he’d left the Jedi, and his marriage was common knowledge; he and Padmé were nearly inseparable.

And now Ahsoka could relate. She tilted her head up slightly, attempting to catch a glimpse of her partner, who was still holding her from behind.

“What?” Fives asked, turned his head to meet her eyes. “You want to go next?”

“What, no!” she protested.

“Why not?”

“Fives, you can kiss me whenever you want,” Ahsoka pointed out. “We don’t need mistletoe.”

“But it’ll be romantic.” He pulled her against him again and pushed his nose into her neck, sending goosebumps rippling across her skin.

“Stop!” she laughed. She wiggled in his arms until she could turn around to face him. “Just kiss me here.”

She rose on her toes and attempted to kiss his mouth, but he leaned back, out of reach.

“No, I want to kiss you under the mistletoe,” he said again.

“Fives,” Ahsoka groaned, banging her fists lightly on his chest. “You’re not going to get me to go over there, so you might as well kiss me here.”

“But the Skywalkers are done now.” He nodded towards the now empty mistletoe corner. “Just in time for us.”

“By the time you get me over there, we will have wasted all this time that we could have just been kissing right here,” she pointed out.

“Well, we better hurry up then.”

Before Ahsoka could protest again, Fives bent down and scooped her into his arms. By the time he’d carried her over to the mistletoe, she had buried her face in his chest to muffle her own laughter.

She lifted her head when she felt him stop walking and glanced up to see the white berries of the mistletoe looking down at them. Then she turned to look at her partner. His amber eyes were sparking with mischief and he had the smuggest grin stretched across his face.

“Okay, you win,” she huffed. “Are you going to put me down?”

“Nope.”

Then Fives leaned down and kissed her deeply. He didn’t hesitate to graze her lower lip with his teeth and push his tongue into her mouth to intertwine it with hers. It was the kind of kiss that always made Ahsoka’s lekku heat and her heart flip. When he placed one last, soft kiss on her lips and pulled back, it was way too soon.

“So, was that kiss worth coming over here for?” he asked. He finally loosened his grip and let her place her feet back on the floor, but he kept his arms around her waist, holding her close to him.

“Maybe.” She offered him a smirk. No way was she going to make this easy for him. “Would be better if you’d just kiss me like that all the time.”

Fives raised an eyebrow and his lips pulled up into the half-smile that she loved so much.

“That can be arranged.”

Before she could respond, he was pulling her in to kiss her again.

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The Mistletoe Drabble requests are still open! Review the pairing and prompt options here, and send in an ask! ✨

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

Bellanaris

Summary: After binding himself to the Veil, Solas must reconcile this new fate he is tasked with. Thankfully his beloved Inquisitor is at his side, helping him process the aftermath of such a decision.

(Or: my take on the immediate aftermath of the Redeem Ending in Veilguard)

Fandom: Dragon Age

Pairing: Solas x Female Lavellan

Rating: T

Word count: ~3,900

Hope you all enjoy! I just love Solavellan too much so couldn't resist making this one a little hopeful at the end there. My boy Solas needs a good hug and a kiss and a little hope. Thankfully Lavellan can provide him with all of those things <3

Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

what do you mean hes fictional. i need him

This, but make it Solavellan 😍👀

‘Lamia and the Soldier‘ by John William Waterhouse, c. 1905.

Oh my good lord you’re not wrong 😆 it would be the blight 2.0

I'm glad a romanced Lavellan goes with Solas, as a public service if nothing else.

With this man's track record, if he tries to soothe the blight by himself he's almost certainly going to put his foot in his mouth, say some kind of Titan-specific slur, and make the already pissed off blight SUPER DUPER DOUBLE pissed. He cannot be left alone with this.

Lavellan's his wife, but also his PR manager😂

Post-Inquisition /Pre-Trespasser loneliness

Var lath Vir Suledin....!! And so it did, vhenan -- I just imagine that at some point laughter returns to the two of them as the weight of their lives becomes easier to shoulder together.

Alone

Summary: After the Inquisition vanquishes Corypheus, Eldhira Lavellan returns to the secluded cave in Crestwood, bearing a broken heart as she mourns one who yet lives, but has vanished from her side all the same.

Fandom: Dragon Age

Pairing: Solas x Female Lavellan

Rating: G

Word count: ~1,100

Not my usual fandom but all the buzz around Veilguard has really inspired me to finally write and post something for Solavellan, which I honestly can’t believe I’ve never done before now… I’ve been writing their story in my head for the last 10 years as I awaited the sequel to DAI, so I had to add a little fic to the mix. Hope y’all enjoy :)

We are thrilled to announce that we are extending our preorder dates! Pabu Days will continue to be available for preorder until the end of December, making it the perfect holiday gift for any Bad Batch fan you know!

Yay amazing guys! Let’s reach that second stretch goal 💕😊

We couldn’t be happier to announce we’ve reached our first stretch goal!! 3 beautiful postcards designed by some of our talented contributors! Up next for our stretch goals….we sure hope we find out!

I love them all but I’m here for Kix 👀

I miss and love all the clone troopers and here’s some more of my favourites <3