#(threads || wren)

[littlewrensx]

@chrisalonso-domluca-jimstreet

Wren curled up on the couch, wrapped in one of Luca's hoodies that still smelled like him, her fingers absently tracing the outline of her mug of tea. She smiled to herself, glancing out the window as the rain softly pattered against the glass, knowing he’d be home soon. She picked up her phone, typing out a quick message to him.

“Hey, tough guy 💙 I know you’ve had a long day, so I’m ordering pizza for when you get home. Oh, and I’m officially declaring tonight a no-plans, cuddle-only zone. SWAT can wait, but I can’t 😉 Hurry home!”

She hit send, setting her phone aside, already imagining how good it would feel to sink into his arms after another long shift.

[the-gabardine-fox]

The patches arrived and they turned out really well! Loving that gold thread!! Still have a couple available for purchase!

[ali-mart]

Wolfwrenweek Day 5: Dreams and Madness

A Day for Bending Reality (ex: modern AU)

[scryptids]

location: duncan coffee

closed starter for: @sparepcrts (link)

"link murphy!" wren sing-songed as she entered the coffee shop, shooting someone an apologetic gaze after the look she received. she gave it a few more beats before slipping over to her friend, her hands behind her back as she lifted up and onto her toes. "i require your presence for friend time. you work too much and if i don't get halloween-birthday-twin-time, i'll lose it. and no, willow doesn't count."

[awsok]

I feel the path forward is clouded.

[isagrimorie]

Sabine Wren and Ahsoka Tano as Wild Cards | Star Wars Ahsoka, 1x06

Sabine Wren, the Loose Thread, Unseen by the Great Mothers of Peridea. And enters Ahsoka, another loose thread, previously unseen.

[nomadjones]

DALLAS 📲 WREN.

Dallas: Hey.

Dallas: Plans for the party at Sharky’s, you got them?

@thewrenxharlow

[darlinghearts]

open to : m / f (tentatively) connection : teacher / mentor / boss / someone older / someone she shouldn't be with / etc

❝I know what I want. - ❞ Wren paused for a moment and allowed her eyes to drift down towards their lips before just as quickly forcing them to snap back up. ❝And I think you want the same thing.❞

[ask-elland-n-will]

[Continuation of this]

There have been quite a few Halloween costume nominations this evening, and to Will's frustration, Cassandra's triumph, and Liam's indifference — not all of them were presented by Villiam the Vampire alone. Will fought tooth and nail for the very last nomination of the night to be hisss as he was scanning the crowd for a certain someone, hoping they won't leave or change their outfit until the big reveal.

The Ravenclaw prefect, dressed as a Cheshire Cat with an opposite of a permanent grin on his whiskered face, prepares the rosettes stating "Best Thematic Duo" while Villiam takes the centre-stage once again.

"Please, velcome ze last thematic couple of ze night! The award for the best thematic collaboration goes to—!" Will pauses on purpose and just so happens to spot the people he needs. The vampire gets his wand out and shots a charm which pops harmless soundless fireworks above @ask-andrew-montrose and @theodoradevlin's heads.

"Theodora Devlin as The Straw Man and Andrew Montrose as Dorothy Gale!" he finally announces. "The unofficial jury is unsure whether Montrose's recent cat transformation counts as part of the costume but we are happy to see that he kept the bow afterall!"

Villiam and the others start clapping loudly along with music as they wait for the winners to come up on the stage. The little snake wasn't sure if Andrew would try to escape, so attracting everyone's attention with a little charm earlier was a must in his eyes.

[littlewrensx]

@ofmymanymuses

They hadn't seen or spoken to each other since that night. Wren was still trying to wrap her brain around it, honestly. They had always hated each other, couldn't stand being around each other. And then they literally fucked in her bakery for hours. It was well into the night when she finally went home, her body completely spent and tired from him. But now it had been over a week since then and she was trying to forget about it. Showing up to her door, she was surprised to see Bennett waiting for her. "Hi?" She furrowed her brows. "What are you doing here?"

[leaveuswild]

| open ; w.ren s.tirling ( from i.wwv ) |

"My cousin is dead. He was an awful person and her hurt some of my friends, but I feel sad. I miss him. I feel bad for feeling sad.'" Wren frowned. "How am I supposed to feel?"

[wander-wren]

wrt to the “adam shouldve been a visionary” dreamer trilogy/greywaren post i’ve seen a few times (possibly reblogged?)….well, maybe, but also no.

it’s not that i don’t have my own gripes with tdt (namely, yes, not enough adam), but i just…i can’t get behind visionary adam. not canon visionary, anyway.

like. you’re telling me ronan “the choice was death or hurting adam, which wasnt a choice at all” lynch would have handled it with ANY amount of grace if adam “i will be your hands. i will be your eyes” parrish was given the ultimatum “hurt others every time you have a vision and live, or turn the visions inward and quickly die horribly”??? no!!

and maybe in this alternate version of tdt that’s the whole point, yknow. if that’s what you want, ABSOLUTELY go ahead, dream on about it, write the fic, send it to me i’d love to see. etc etc etc

but the point of the dreamer trilogy is that it’s about ronan. so if we’re keeping with that vision (ha), and with the basic premise of the series, then no, i don’t think visionary adam is a good idea.

which begs the question…what WOULD i have adam do?

[disclaimer i read each book as they came out and havent done full rereads since so my memory is spotty, pls correct anything i get wrong]

in all honesty i would keep call down the hawk essentially as it is bc i think it was good. it takes place during november, no? so potentially add in/exchange a shorter adam moment for thanksgiving break. he can help scry and figure out psychic things and be distrustful of bryde.

have winter break be during part of mister impossible. seriously where are adam’s school breaks lmao. adam is relentlessly practical and cares about ronan and he should be here to sow doubt and try to curb some of ronan’s more ecoterrorist tendencies. ronan can sneak around and hide from him and there can be tension and worry and anger. but also a lot of good pynch feelings still, ofc, bc its Them.

but don’t worry! they can still have a big fight/falling out over the ley lines/bryde/the ecoterrorism before adam leaves for school again. as silly as it is that ronan freaked out over an unread text when adam was literally napping, maybe this time it’s deliberate. or maybe adam really was napping again, or driving, or whatever. the rest of mister impossible can play out from there, or a condensed/reshuffled version of it to accommodate adam being there for a while.

greywaren can start the same, but for the love of god let ronan get out faster it is HIS BOOK. i do like henessey helping him do that i think its an important part of her character, and adam’s part in all that was very good and angsty so i wouldnt change it, but i would have it happen in the first half. ronan and adam make up and go off to do whatever was happening by the end of greywaren tbh i got confused. or something totally different! who knows.

also i just want to see adam interact with the actual visionaries and with carmen and henessey more and with bryde i think it would be very cool. very fun.

i also think gansey/blue/henry shouldve shown up literally ever at all but idk how they fit in so shh

[scryptids]

location: the grocery store

closed starter for: @sparepcrts (marshall)

wren hated going to the store alone. she felt out of place as she wandered up and down the aisles, her body leaning against the cart she'd been pushing around as she studied the list in her hand. usually draven got to push the cart while she delegated and added things in, but they'd been unavailable, and the fridge at home was practically empty. so she was being brave about her solo trip, even if she wanted to cry a little. there was a look of defeat on her face as she blindly rounded a corner, her cart coming into contact with a person almost immediately, making her stand to attention.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry!" she pulled her cart back, slipping out from behind it to approach the stranger, as if she were checking for wounds. "are you okay?!"

[seolinah]

MUSE: wren gables | 41 | hitman OPEN: f / nb (25+) PLOT: this plot ; wren's probably inserted himself in your muse's life as a means to get rid of you easier. why they've been targeted can totally be up to you as well as whether or not they know what wren's doing! (can be a neighbor, coworker, maybe some he's been seeing casually, something else)

It'd been weeks and he had yet to pull the trigger. Every time a moment presented itself, Wren found himself coming up with an excuse as to why he couldn't then and there. It was all a risk - he expected angry demands for answers from the one who'd hired him - but it was a problem he'd be concerned with when it happened. For now he would continue proclaiming that was just biding his time for the perfect moment. What made things difficult was them mentioning that they felt like they were constantly being watched. The last thing he needed was them to be paranoid and find out his true intentions.

"So explain to me again what you're planning to do? Should I see you home just in case?" he asked with feigned concern. "It's probably best if you aren't alone if you're that worried."

[jessicas-pi]

Some people kill their darlings. Me, personally? I mortify my blorbos. sounds like a very interesting fic that would probably vaporize me with secondhand embarrassment easily, so im very curious about it

YEEEHAAA

Okay okay so this scene, which I have temporarily dubbed In Which Tristan Steals Half A Letter And Mandalorian Sibling Rivalries Get A Little Violent, is from the very beginning of Paint Bombs, Pixie Cuts, And Elopement, and it is only the first of MANY increasingly mortifying situations!!

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Sabine had been so distracted, she hadn’t realized she was no longer the only person in her library.

Tristan had breezed in, settled down in her abandoned spot on the lounge, and picked up the letter from Ezra.

“Hey! That’s personal!” she snapped, jumping up and snatching it from him.

Her brother looked up at her and raised an eyebrow.

“What does that mean?”

Sabine stomped back over to her desk and sat down, pulling out a second sheet of paper. “It means that it’s my business, not yours.”

“As your older brother, I think it is my business. After all, you’ve been sending a concerning amount of letters to him, and you won’t let anyone else see his replies.”

“Because it’s personal,” she repeated, not bothering to explain that out of the last six letters she’d sent, he only bothered to reply to the last one, and not very nicely, either.

“Which is exactly why we’re all worried.” She hunched her shoulders and focused on writing.

She was a few paragraphs in when he spoke again. “And it looks like I was right to be worried, because this, little sister, is a pretty compromising letter.”

Sabine blinked, bewildered. “Compromising?” She turned around in her seat and let out a furious cry. That letter—it had had two pages, and Tristan must have let her only snatch the first page without her noticing, because he had the second one in his hand now. “Tristan!”

“Oh, yes, very compromising. I quote—” He held up the letter and read aloud. “It was so nice of you to use all those tender words in your last message to me—have you been writing love notes?”

What she had been writing was a horribly rude letter where she called Ezra every name she could think of, and he’d got sarcastic over it in his reply, which Tristan had to know because the next sentence of that letter was a few of those phrases quoted, but he was apparently being a very selective reader now.

So, Sabine didn’t explain, and just stood, clenching her jaw. “Give me that, and get out of my library.”

He just reclined on the lounge, grinning and kicking his feet up. “You know, I’ve had a few… ah… romantic escapades, in my time. I can be trusted with a secret. So confide in me. Exactly what sweet nothings have you been writing to your adoring Prince?”

“Give it to me and get out, Tristan!”

“Should I make some guesses?” Tristan asked, jumping to his feet to avoid the sofa pillow she hurled at him. Sabine followed him, advancing slowly, fists clenched. “I bet he sends you long letters about his earnest and eternal love, and you send him back coquettish garbage acting like you don’t understand anything he says, so he’ll say it to you again.”

“That’s ridiculous,” she snapped, snatching at the sheet of paper that he held away from her.

“Oh, no, it happens all the time. I’ve fallen for it myself. I still have the letters I got from my old sweetheart when I was your age, if you need proof. Or reference materials for the next time you write—I’m sure the little minx wouldn’t mind you borrowing a few of her shameless hints for your own flirtation.”

“It’s not a flirtation!”

“My bad,” Tristan sang, dodging around a chair so it was between the two of them, and moving side to side in time with her to keep it that way. “But in my defense, I had no idea you and he were serious.”

“We’re not!”

“When did you two first get an understanding?”

“We don’t have one!”

“Now that I look back—this all started last summer, when we were in Jedha, didn’t it? He must have been trying to win your heart then, and I can only assume you strung him along for weeks like the sadistic little witch you are, before you gave in.”

She cursed at him, no longer cold from the drafty walls but so warm she felt like she was crawling out of her own skin. She didn’t know if it was from the excitement of finally getting the letter, the heat of the fire, or the flustered burning in her face, and she didn’t really care.

“I may regret asking this,” Tristan said without a trace of regret, whatsoever, at all, in a million years. “But how did ol’ Prince Di’kut manage to woo you? Did he act gallant and noble and play at courting you? Or was this a…” Tristan wiggled his eyebrows and leaned in to whisper, momentarily dropping his guard. “A passionate-midnight-meetings sort of affai—”

Sabine’s fist connected with his nose.

[nomadjones]

closed for: @thewrenxharlow

where: putt paradise

Swing and a wince, there's a profanity muttered under his breath as his blue golf ball rolls across the green and smacks into the wall of the little castle that shrouded the hole he's aiming for. He had thought he had perfectly aligned and timed his swing to best the slight incline of the drawbridge, but he's been fast learning that mini-golf isn't his sport.

"I actually meant to do that," He informs her, his golf club being used to point between where his ball had rolled to a stop near the edge of the drawbridge and his intended target itself. "If I lose this game I might just go ahead and decide eh, my birthday's actually tomorrow, which is a privilege that only you and me have."