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Announcing Star Wars: The Crimson Comet

Hello everyone! Although I've spoken about it on AO3 in the notes of my last Wolfwren story, I still wanted to make an official Tumblr announcement. Starting next week on the 1st of June, and every Sunday this coming summer, I will be posting my own fan-made Star Wars novel!

All of you who have read through my series "The Life of the Wolf, the Wren, and their Cub" have known for a while that I've been working on this. When I started this series last year, I had no idea that I would become so absorbed in this AU, or that so many of you would keep asking for more and more stories with Uschi Wren-Hati.

Here is what I can say for now: The story is set in 34 ABY, just as Leia sends out people to search for her brother Luke. While Uschi and her crew intend to help, they soon find themselves on their own quest to stand in the way of the Force Order, one that forces Uschi to confront her terrible origins...

While I don't want to reveal anymore, I thought I'd leave with a handful of no-context spoilers. I'm excited to hear your guesses and I hope to see you all next Sunday for the first chapter!

You Understand My Heart - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back with a new canon divergence Star Wars story. This one is set in the first half of season 4 of Rebels. Today I have the prologue for you, but if you want to read more, the link will be at the end and the first chapter will be up on Saturday! Enjoy!

The ash was so thick it clogged Morgan’s eyes, coated her tongue and settled in her lungs. There was nothing left but the dead bodies of her sisters, left to rot on the mountainside. The little homes, dug into the orange stone, had all been ransacked. The elevators had been destroyed and Morgan had to climb the harsh cliff by hand. When she reached the top, Dathomir’s bright red sun was only a flicker choked in the smoke that still filled the air.

Despair was like a claw, buried deep in Morgan’s throat, tearing the breath out of her with each step she took through her village. She brushed back tears. Her search grew frantic as she upturned broken doors and cleared shattered jars, to find lifeless bodies, again and again. She couldn’t be the only one, she told herself. It was impossible. Someone else must have survived this massacre. She had to believe that someone else had, or she would crumble.

A muted whine snapped her out of her frenzy. It had come from one of the houses on the other side of the village. She rushed to it, jumping over a broken fence in her haste. When she stopped in front of the house, a torn curtain hung in her way. Morgan was breathing fast, not just from her sprint but also from anticipation. She stood by the curtain a moment and focused her hearing as she tried to confirm that the sound had come from inside. She heard nothing. She swallowed her bitterness, refusing to believe she had imagined it.

She brushed the curtain aside. Within, the house was as much a mess as any other. The table had been flipped to the side. Singed blaster marks burned the walls. It was quite dark, as every torch and even the oven had long since been snuffed out. Morgan conjured a green flame in her palm to bring some light into the small house.

“Is anyone here?” she called.

Movement to her left caught her attention. When her light illuminated the corner, she saw another girl, just a few years younger than her. Her pale face was stricken with tears. She curled up on herself at first, quite frightened, but as soon as she saw Morgan, saw her red clothes and the tattoo on her forehead, the teenager threw herself in her arms.

Morgan was stunned, at first, but after a second, she snuffed out the fire in her hand to return the embrace. She felt the girl sobbing against her shoulder. She wanted to cry too, but she had to be strong. She swallowed her tears and held the girl while she cried. Immense relief fell on Morgan like a meteor. Someone else had survived. Someone else had been spared.

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63613936/chapters/163041553

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Is this how we should imagine Sabine casually showing off for Shin at the stronghold? ⛸️😂

Loved the fic! ✨

🤣🤣 Thank you! And yes I can absolutely see it! Sabine is just doing the coolest stuff meanwhile Shin is looking like Bambi trying to keep up XD

"Sorry for not keeping in touch. I have literally nothing to say."

-caleb

Burned to the Wick - A CindyxAlice fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! Here the beginning of my new one-shot! It’s a College AU where Alice goes to an Halloween party, only to end up stuck in a room with Cindy, whom she basically hasn’t spoken to since the indicent with the radio when they were 12. If you want to read the whole thing, the link is at the end! I hope you enjoy!

There was a time when Alice liked Halloween. It was a time when making her own costumes with whatever she could find was fun and not pitiful. A time when she knew how to disappear behind the mask, where even the other children's mockeries couldn't touch her. A time when she would eat candy until she was sick and sneak out of bed to watch whatever late-night horror movie was on TV. By the age of twelve, she'd outgrown it all.

By then, Halloween became nothing but a marketing ploy. Halloween passed, people threw away their rotting carved pumpkins and replaced them with turkeys, and Alice trudged on through school. She didn't care much, about anything, actually. But in sophomore year of high school, she handed in a poem in literature, and Mrs. Bates, who was quite the poet herself, recognized raw talent when she saw it. She took Alice under her wing, and Alice begrudgingly let her. She didn't like poetry much but she had a knack for it. She imagined it was the closest she'd ever come to making music since she didn't know how to play any instruments. And it seemed her teacher really believed in her. She convinced Alice to apply for college to study poetry, and get a scholarship. And incredibly, it worked. Alice got one of those 'let's pull that talented, poor kid out of misery' grand named after a white guy whose claimed to fame was being rich. It paid exactly 27% of her first year. She was eighteen, crippled with debt for life, and studying things she couldn't care less about. The American Dream.

It could have been worse. She was in a brand new dorm, one of those test dorms with mixed bedrooms. Her roommate was named Arnie, and he knew all the best tips to get the best drugs. He'd also sneaked a micro-wave under his bed and had elevated the cooking of TV dinners and ramen to an art. He was pretty cool. He was also the one who suggested they go to the massive Halloween Party at Omega Beta Zeta, which made him just a smidge less cool.

"Come on, it'll be good, trust me."

Arnie had been rolling joints in preparation for the party like it was his job. He had a reputation to maintain.

"Are you serious?" Alice replied.

She was laying on her bed and had been struggling to read Byron for half an hour.

"What's so good about a bunch of prep kids thinking they're edgy cause they're dressed like Satan and smoking a joint?"

"For a start, there's gonna be free alcohol, and how can you say no to free alcohol?"

Alice shrugged. Free alcohol was good, but she'd rather not have to listen to Taylor Swift while she was drinking.

"And those prep kids? They've got some good shit. Like, where do you think I get all my oxy?"

Alice gave another vague shrug. Byron was not going well, she'd been reading the same verse five times already. Frustrated, she shut the book and let it fall on the bed.

"I'm not putting on a costume."

Arnie grunted in acknowledgment, entirely focused on the joint he was rolling between his fingers. Once he was done, he set it aside and answered:

"You don't need anything too complicated. Last year they let me in with a pair of star sunglasses."

Alice sighed. She'd gone to a few parties already, but this was different. Something about everyone dressing up for Halloween, the simple fact that it was a Halloween party, made it different.

"Come on, think of all the girls. Think about all the girls in slutty costumes questioning their sexuality."

Alice threw her head back against her pillow with a groan.

"Fine. I'll go. But if it sucks I'm coming back here and eating all those candies I know you're keeping in your sock drawer."

FULL STORY HERE

I need help for my next fic: In your opinion, if Shin had been a formally trained Jedi, would her lightsaber had been green (mastery over the Force) or blue (exceptional aptitude in combat)?

Broken Circle - A RubyxChristina fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new fanfiction, in which I tried to change the ending of the show by inserting Titus back into it. If you’re interested the link to the full story will be at the end!

Ruby had taken the habit of going to the basement whenever the door was open. It was only open whenever Christina was down there anyway. The house was too big, too silent sometimes. Ruby was used to small, cramp apartments where you had to climb over one another to get anywhere. The mansion had been nice at first, but after spending one too many mornings listening to nothing but eerie silence, she started seeking living things, simply for the comfort of knowing she wasn't alone. And there was only one living thing in this house.

Christina was hard at work when Ruby went to the basement that evening. The blonde was always busy, hunched over one table or another. She'd gotten used to seeing Ruby down there too, for she'd stopped asking her why she'd followed her there. She'd gotten so used to Ruby, in fact, that she'd stopped tensing up every time Ruby so much as touched a piece of paper on a nearby table. Ruby liked to snoop around and question her about what she was working on. If Christina ever suspected that Ruby was spying on her on Leti or Tic's behalf, she'd never made mention of it.

Ruby walked around the tables in the middle of the basement, looking at everything spread out there. Most of the words she didn't understand. Christina had begun instructing her in magic, but it was an arduous task. Finding free time for it was even harder, as Christina always seemed occupied.

Ruby passed quietly behind Christina, looking at what she was working on over her shoulder. Christina stopped sketching and froze as she felt Ruby close behind her. Only when Ruby stepped away did she straighten, flipped her long hair over her shoulder, then went back to work. Ruby continued her little tour of the table. She stopped when she found a file she hadn't seen yet. Usually, Christina didn't bother to organize her papers. Somehow she always found whatever she was looking for. Her organization system was pure, incomprehensible chaos, but it was a system still. But this file, she'd never seen before.

"What's that?"

She pulled it out from under a few pieces of paper and put it flat on the table, before opening and flipping through. In the file, Ruby found pictures and documents, most of which related to Lancaster and his police force. It seemed either Christina had been watching them, or someone had for her.

"Does it have anything to do with the thing you made me put in Lancaster's desk?" she asked, shivering as she remembered the barely alive – or not alive at all, she still wasn't sure – person in Lancaster's office.

"Not exactly. In part. Lancaster doesn't want to admit it but he's working for someone. I just can't seem to figure out who."

Ruby flipped through a few papers. Some pictures were downright terrifying. Dismembered bodies left abandoned by the side of the road or under a bridge. Ruby skipped through them as quickly as she could, until she finally shut the file and left it there, on the table, on top of the pile of papers.

"Let me guess? You have a plan to get rid of him."

Christina smirked. It was that confident smirk Ruby was mostly used to seeing on William, but the sight of it on Christina wasn't so displeasing.

"Lancaster? I already took care of him. Or should I say we, since you did part of the job."

Ruby at least felt a bit better now, knowing that hiding into that awful closet hadn't been for nothing.

"Good. That bastard had it coming."

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27121384/chapters/66228637

pssst do it. write the oceans 8 au.

Honestly I posted that idea on a whim while rewatching Ocean's 8 and I did not expect to see so many people showing interest in that AU. But the people have spoken! Now I have no other choice but to consider it. I think I will queue it up after what I'm currently working on. I'd say don't expect it until April at the earliest.

Silva's 8 and the heist to steal Adriel's crown of thorns is gonna cook in my mind for a month and we'll see what I can do with it!

Shin and Sabine have the same hair situation as Scott and Ramona in Scott Pilgrim!

As in one (Shin/Scott) has not changed their hairstyle in years - and at this point the Universe would shatter if they changed it - and the other (Sabine/Ramona) change hair color every week and their partner better get used to it

Should I give it a try 🤔 it's not like season 2 of Ahsoka is coming out this year anyway 🤷

hello fan creators!

Year of the OTP is officially back for 2025 with a new set of prompts!

we've switched some of the prompt categories around in an effort to make the event more inclusive of all kinds of fanworks. we've also included song prompts this year! the playlist is on spotify here.

we want to give a huge thank you to everyone who participated in the last event - it grew so much larger than we ever expected and it's truly amazing how you all took our last set of prompts and made so many wonderful things. keep it up!

a couple housekeeping notes: we will not be reblogging every entry this year. mods will keep an eye on the blog if you have any questions, but the reblogs were too much last time. thank you for your understanding!

we will be closing the 2023 collection on December 31. thank you for your continued participation, but it's time to look forward!

the link for the new collection will be posted here January 1.

we're looking forward to seeing what you create this year!

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Year of the OTP 2025

The Rules: the Ao3 collection accepts any /-ship works inspired by a prompt from this sheet The Challenge: make 12 works for one ship in one year, using prompts from each month

*you do not need to do the challenge to post to the AO3 collection, as long as you follow the rules*

January first kiss ♦ “may I have this dance” ♦ sharing clothes ♦ BDSM AU ♦ stockholm syndrome ♦ Strong – One Direction

February Valentine’s Day ♦ “it made me think of you” ♦ bed sharing ♦ multiple penetration ♦ mind control/mind break ♦ Like Real People Do – Hozier

March fresh starts ♦ “what are you doing with that”♦ florist/tattoo artist ♦ phone sex ♦ major character death ♦ Take Care – Drake

April pranks ♦ “right in front of my salad” ♦ running away together ♦ dom bottom/sub top ♦ raised to be a killer ♦ Drops of Jupiter – Train

May hanahaki ♦ “we’re dating? since when?” ♦ body swap ♦ magical sex toys ♦ stalking ♦ Paper Rings – Taylor Swift

June pride ♦ “I can’t get you out of my mind” ♦ relationship reveal ♦ unconventional sex positions ♦ paying a debt with your body ♦ Good Looking – Dixon Dallas

July vacation together ♦ “I like my _ how I like my coffee” ♦ kidfic ♦ mutual masturbation ♦ dehumanization ♦ You May Be Right – Billy Joel

August Sports AU ♦ “you’re thinking too much”♦ cooking together ♦ object insertion/ penetration ♦ becoming a monster ♦ You Shook Me All Night Long – AC/DC

September high school/college sweethearts ♦ “come here” ♦ date night gone wrong ♦ semi-public sex ♦ abduction ♦ Thinking Bout You – Frank Ocean

October costumes ♦ “boo” ♦ online dating ♦ shibari ♦ mutual non-con ♦ Mr. Brightside – The Killers

November camping ♦ “are you sure” ♦ touch-starved ♦ cockwarming ♦ abusive relationship ♦ A Thousand Years – Christina Perri

December holiday traditions ♦ “where are you taking me” ♦ bathing together ♦ food play ♦ tortured for information ♦ Everything Is Alright – Laura Shigihara