#but in these trying times i'm back to writing sw fics and it's been a weird source of solace and daydreaming

[maryasmorevna]

changed back to my old url (+ new pfp&header) to match my revived sw hyperfixation (in the year of our lord 2023........... stendiamo un velo pietoso sksksks sorry not sorry for the cringe)

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Fics that Live in My Mind, Rent Free (Pedro's Version) - Part 1

Happy NYE! 🥳🥳

I read so many wonderful, hot, gut-wrenching, unforgettable, inspiring Pedro Pascal character fanfics... and I haven't been reblogging them 🫣 (it's me, hi, I'm the problem it's me). Don't hate me please - reblogging gives me so much anxiety, and I'm not even sure I could articulate why if I tried - and I see a lot of the discussion/discourse/posts re: reblogging and I truly understand all perspectives although it just seems to elevate my nerves about even more.

However, I understand the impact and moreover, I want to do it for the writers that bring me so much joy and inspiration, so I endeavour to try. I want to make it clear that this is a personal hang up of mine, and I have 100% absolutely no comments on how anyone else engages here; reblog/comment/like or don’t per your own preferences and you have nothing but love from me 😘

So it will be a 2024 personal goal of mine to be less shy about reblogging, but while I work up my courage/practice, I wanted to go back and compile a list of some of my fave Pedro boy fics; I think of each and every one of these fics often and have revisited them all (i.e. Exactly the fics I should have reblogged when I read them). I went deep in my likes so some of these fics are quite old; you may have already read them all! If you have or haven’t, I hope you love them as much as I do!

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian, GOAT)

Boxer!Din AU by @djarinsbeskar (Boxer and his masseuse, who relaxes him in more ways than one. I've mentioned before that this is the first Modern Din AU I ever read and it's cemented itself as one of the best. Making Safest with You Din an ex-boxer is my humble homage.)

Freu(Din)an Slip by @saradika (Is there space porn in the SW universe? Yes.)

Bare by @charnelhouse (part of an AU between Din and bounty hunter!reader; other favourite instalments include Come and Conquer and Din's Ex)

A Bond to My Soul by @whiskeynwriting (King!Din and reader, with a battle just outside the doors)

Mine also by @whiskeynwriting (Jealous Din, no need to say more)

Beloved series by @groguspicklejar (Din falls in love with Cyare; mind the tags - the writing is rich and the emotions deep)

Courting by @writerlyhabits (another Mandalorian tries to court you and Din's having none of that)

Hold me down by @starlightmornings (Din as your weighted blanket)

Be Mine by @spacecowboyhotch (Glove kink)

Save a Speeder, Ride a Mando by @sprout-fics (I love fics where Din is jealous of Cobb)

Helping Hand and Did you miss me? by @mellowswriting (Din smut and fluff; they're in love, okay?)

Fix you by @roguetonorth (Comforting Din)

Rough Day by @no-droids (I think everyone knows about this fic; Sweet Girl!Reader holds a special place in my heart)

Take me to Church by @frannyzooey (Western AU; seriously one of the hottest and most romantic series I've ever read. I cried several times 🥹)

Flowers & Sex by @221bshrlocked (Din and innocent!Reader)

Show me by @moralesispunk (A bounty gets mouthy)

Patience by @oscarseyebrow (Starts with cockwarming)

Close Quarters by @absurdthirst (One bed/bunk)

Reunion by @heybluechild (Breaking in the N1)

Significant by @softlyspector (Din calls Reader "Riduur"; I love, love, love Mando fics with lots of Mando'a; so much care is always taken by the writers to translate and weave the words into the story)

Din takes out his frustrations by @ourautumn86

Javier Pena (Narcos)

Burn for Me by @theshireisburning-so-mordoritis (Reader teases Javi; it backfires)

Use me by @toomanystoriessolittletime (Javi is frustrated)

Needy by @wheresarizona (Reader is going to be late for work 🤭)

Reader brings Javi dinner at work by @forthetears

Joel Miller (TLOU)

Bad Girl by @seventeenpins (The first in a hot stepdad!Joel Miller series)

The Boss' Bunny by @talaok (The first in a series about QZ criminal boss Joel and his insatiable bunny)

Help! I'm Stuck! by @nosesitter (Oof! Father-in-law!Joel Miller and his OF daughter-in-law; 2 in the series so far)

Stripped by @thot-of-khonshu (Mr. Miller goes to a strip club)

Stay in Bed series by @psychedelic-ink (Neighbour Joel, pre-outbreak)

A Man Like Him by @valerinaswriting (No one should question Joel's abilities)

Mine by @toomanystoriessolittletime (Reader wears Joel's shirt on accident)

You Are My Cinema by @itgetsdark-x (Camgirl!Reader)

An Afternoon with Your Dad's Best Friend by @elvinaa (I mean, it's in title 🤭; I actually always secretly wish for a sequel to this one)

Come and get your love by @sunflowersteves (Sunshine!Reader)

Francisco "Catfish" Morales (Triple Frontier)

Kinktober 2022 - Erotic Photos by @moralesispunk (Reader gifts Frankie a Polaroid camera)

Thirds by @haylzcyon (Reader visits new boyfriend Frankie at work)

Grass is Greener by @haylzcyon (Frankie mows the lawn)

Kinktober 2022 - Overstimulation by @flightlessangelwings-updates (This was my introduction to pussy eating king Frankie)

Cabin in the woods by @guess-my-next-obsession (The cabin is spooky but Frankie is there to take care of Reader)

Double Feature (and all of the Box Set Universe) by @frannyzooey (Frankie and Reader love movies)

Pero Tovar (The Great Wall)

Little Red's Shadow by @littlemisspascal (Werewolf!Pero 🥹)

In my dreams by @toomanystoriessolittletime (Princess falls for a mercenary)

Tim Rockford (Merge Mansion, all 48 seconds)

A Sight for Sore Eyes and Sir by @ozarkthedog (Semi-public sex)

Anything you say can and will be held against you by @jksprincess10 (Workplace rivals)

An Important Appointment by @boliv-jenta (Sex worker!Reader)

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

A present by @radiowallet (Lingerie prompt; Cat writes some of the best Marcus Moreno fics on here imho. This one is my personal fave)

First Date by @absurdthirst (Workplace FWB)

The Date by @wardenparker (Professor!Marcus but also Marcus on a motorcycle)

Part 2 of list

[fandoms--fluff]

Hello I just wanted to ask if you can do one where Hope has a little sister is another daughter of Hylie and Klaus is named Crystal Mikaelson, she is the light of Hope's eyes and she is the key for Hope to turn on her humanity crystal age is 6 months

The Little Key

Baby female Mikaelson reader x Hope Mikaelson

Warnings: swearing, thats all

A/n: I did change the oc name to just y/n, cause that's what I'm used to writing and the age is a bit bumped up to around almost a year old to fit better with the fic, but she's still female. I hope you like it 💗

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Josie bounces you in her arms with one of her hands on the back of your head while you're crying your eyes out. Your sobs and crying are silent, wanting your big sister and everyone can tell you miss her even if you can't speak coherently yet.

You remember the feeling of another woman but she's been gone a long time. Now it's only Hope, your big sister, you have that same feeling with.

Josie holds you close and stands up from the couch in the living room, trying to quiet and calm you down a bit. Lizzie, Kaleb, MG, Finch, and Cleo are the only other ones in the room. They're all standing or sitting, trying to come up with a plan to get Hope's humanity back.

They hear heels clicking on the hardwood floor, "Hmm, I can help you with that. Stop trying" Hope walks into the Library with her arms crossed.

She glances at you for a moment before quickly moving her vision over to everyone else standing up now. Cleo starts a spell on her, but Hope picks up on it straight away and knocks the witch out with an easy spell. The older witch falls back onto the couch, unconscious.

"Hope, what are you doing here?" Josie asks, hiding your face under her jean jacket so you don't see any other incidents that may come.

"Do I need a reason to come back to my old school?" Hope rhetorically says.

You let out a loud whine, tears subsiding, hearing your sister's voice and wanting to go to her. You manage to escape from under Josie's jacket and make a grabby hand toward Hope while your other hand is holding onto Josie's shirt collar.

"What about your baby sister? The old you would have never been this unthoughtful" Josie exclaims, tightening her grip as hard as she can without hurting you.

Hope laughs with a scoff mixed in, she says, "This is your big plan? Saying some tiny touching thing about my sister and then insulting me? Heh, you can do better".

She started to walk over to the brunette twin. Lizzie moves quickly and stands in front of you both.

"What? You really think I'd hurt my own sister and the girl I had the smallest crush on for a measly week?" Hope chuckles at the taller girl.

She raises her hands and snaps the heretic's neck effortlessly before she could answer. After, she casts an immobilization spell on everyone except you.

Vamping over, Hope takes you into her arms and leaves the school before the spell wares off.

All of your tears immediately subside and your breathing levels out as you cling to the tribid.

She walks into the abandoned Mikaelson mansion that your guys' family used to live in for around two years. She's been staying in the house since a week after she turned her humanity off.

Hope walks up the staircase after locking the door and enters the room which she's taken, which is Klaus', or used to be anyways.

She puts you down on the bed and starts pacing back and forth. A second later you raise your hands up, wanting to be back in your sister's arms.

"What the hell is wrong with you, why'd you take her. There was absolutely no reason to, ughh. No, no way am I turning the damn thing back on. I see what your doing" Hope rambles to herself and her mind trying to get her to flip it back on, ignoring your pleas to be back in her hold.

"Hhh-o,mmhh" you whine, not being able to pronounce it.

You keep trying over and over, not being able to get it right, and Hope paying no mind to your babbling.

She can already feel her switch flittering between off and on, but she pauses as soon as she hears the word that comes out of your mouth.

"Ho...Hop... Hope" you finally pronounce correctly and yell out to your sister.

"What'd you just say?" She walks over and finally picks you up from the made bed.

"...Hope," you say again.

She closes her eyes, trying to fight off her switch, but after some time it was no use. Opening them back up slowly, she looks down at you in her grasp, holding onto a lock of her wavy auburn hair.

"Hey y/n/n, I'm sorry. I'm here now sweetie" Hope holds your tiny frame against her tightly, not wanting to let go.

You lay your head on her collarbone with a hand still in her hair, content and happy being back with your big sister.

"You said your first word" she whispers into your hair and kisses your head.

[deejadabbles]

Hello, friends. I know it's been a while. I've been meaning to make and post this for forever. Below I'll go into a bit more detail about what's been going on, but the tldr is basically: Life has dealt me some not great hands this past year, and during that time I lost my muse for the fandom.

I wanted to let everyone who followed my works know that I will no longer be updating my fics. At least not for the foreseeable future. My brain likes to cycle through fandoms, so I might cycle back around (its happened before!), but for now at least, I probably won't be writing/posting anything.

Thank you to everyone who read my fics and continue to read them, you mean the world to me and I'll still be around if you ever want to chat 💙

tag list: @sev-on-kamino (@returnofthepineapple ) @starrylothcat @sinfulsalutations @commander-sunshine @dystopicjumpsuit @littlemissmanga @wings-and-beskar @freesia-writes @idontgetanysleep @523rdrebel @moonlightwarriorqueen @briefartnaturewolf @kimiheartblade @littlemissbshine @chubbyhedgehog @ladytano420 @trixie2023 @wizardofrozz

There's a bit more detail about personal stuff under the cut, but you absolutely do not have to read if you don't have the spoon to <3

So, I won't go into graphic detail, but over the last year I had several life upheavals. Including losing my job, my mother falling ill, and several other deeply personal things. Thankfully, my loved ones and I are managing, and for that, I'm thankful.

I've been struggling with my mental health during all of this, too, and I don't think I realized just how bad it was until I saw how poorly my physical health had gotten as well. I'm currently taking steps to better both my mental and physical health, so don't worry <3

In fact, taking some of those steps this week is what really made me realize that I probably won't be writing for the Star Wars fandom for awhile. It looks like my rolodex brain is choosing to fixate on comics again right now lol (BTW I do have a comic themed side blog if anyone wants to follow it)

I'll still be around on this blog, of course. SW is and always will be a huge part of my life, I just wont be interacting with fanfiction on the same level. Not to mention that I've met so many wonderful people I've come to cherish in this fandom, I'm still just a message away if you ever want to chat! I've missed you guys a lot over this last year

Thank you, if you've read this far. I won't lie and say I'm doing okay (especially with the state of america right now) but I'm at least surviving and trying to get better. If anyone else want to come chat and catch up, please feel free to. In the mean time, keep fighting and ily💙

[oceansssblue]

I loved the platonic omegaverse fic you wrote for the Batch!

If it's not a bother, I'd love to see more of them :) maybe something about omega Wrecker, like him going in to heat at an unfortunate time, like during a mission?

If that's not something you'd enjoy writing, I'd just love to see more platonic stuff about the Batch in general :)

Thank you for writing these fics, I've really enjoyed what you've done so far! :)))

Ty! I'm glad you liked it :)

Not a bother at all, I plan to expand the sw omegaverse fanfics as much as I can.

I liked your idea for Wrecker so here you go! 🫡

Xx, Blue.

"PUSH THROUGH IT" – Platonic (o) Wrecker & tbb 💖💔

WARNINGS: A sprinkle of angst because Wrecker's heat decided to appear in a dangerous moment, so mentions of war, blood and some arguments related to that. But don't worry, this is still mostly fluff! The usual omegaverse shit minus smut cause this is completely platonic.

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Dread. It was what Wrecker felt when the first rush of warmth pulsed through his veins. It couldn't be happening now. It just couldn't. He had been taking his supressants. They were in the middle of the battlefield. Why, then why, was he feeling like he usually did in the beginnings of his heat?

He tried to ignore it and best as he could; but soon the dizyness added to the warmth, and lastly, the pain. He fought the urge to curve in himself, bring his hands to his lower stomach. Right now, they were occupied with two heavy blasters, blasters that he should be using to shoot enemies instead of shaking paralised in place. From his privilaged position on top of the mountain, Crosshair took out a droid Wrecker hadn't even seen coming. His brother called out his lack of awareness inmediately.

"What the fuck are you doing just standing there?" The sniper hissed through the squads com line. "Wake up, Wrecker".

The omega shook himself out of it; clenching his jaw and trying to push the nausea down. He jumped back into battle; even if his movements were slower than usual, and he respeted to blasting everything out instead of turning into a more physical tackle mode. He pushed through the pain; concentraiting as hard as he could in just surviving, waiting, until he could return to the safety of the Marauder, where he could finally break down and breathe.

It was an hour of full torture. Blood dripped down one side of his face, a few minor scratches scattered across his body here and there. Sweat covered every inch of his skin. Slick dripped down his thighs as well. He felt disgusting; the need to clean himself almost overwhelming. With his jaw clenched, he jumped onto the ship and waited once more as Tech piloted the Marauder out of the planet's atmosphere.

He breathed through the quietness, finally, allowing himself to relax if just a bit. Crosshair didn't have the same plans, though; as he inmediately confronted him.

"What the hell was going on with your head to day?" He spat out agressively. "Emptier than usual?"

Crosshair tended to run his tongue whenever he was particularly angry; and Wrecker was aware he had put them all in danger with his distraction in the warzone. Still, he couldn't help but squirm in place; eyes cristalysing with his abrassive verbal attack.

"Sorry" he whispered, ashamed, eyes flying down towards the floor of the cockpit.

Wrecker knew the rest of the Batch agreed; but no one added a thing. They remained in silence while Tech jumped into hyperspace. Only then, they allowed themself to completely relax; slumping down on their seats and abandoning their weapons on the floor, taking off their helmets too. Hunter inhaled sharply instantly at that.

"You're in heat" he stated, dark brown eyes sharpening on Wrecker. "Has this started in the mittle of the mission?"

Tech, Echo, and Crosshair, turned to look at him in surprise –Hunter was the only alpha of the group, while Wrecker the only omega–; he nodded silently.

"When, exactly?" Hunter digged.

"An hour and something ago" Wrecker muttered.

Hunter sighed tiredly.

Crosshair's face switched to concern and understanding.

"I'm sorry, Wreck" he told him, drowning in guilt, and Wrecker shrugged carelessly, eyes still fixed on his feet.

"This is most unusual" Tech intervened. "I have been personally supervising your supresants and you have taked them accordingly. We will need to visit Medbay when we arrive Kamino. Perhaps an adjustment to a higher dose would be needed".

Ah, so that could be it. Wrecker squirmed uncomfortably again. He hated going to Medbay. Hated when the longlecks prodded at him.

"Go take a quick shower, vod" Hunter ordered gently. "We'll prepare a nest for you in the meantime".

Wrecker brightened; smiling in relief and nodding inmediately. He was dying to wash the blood and sweat off his body.

The visit to the sonic was a bit linger than usual; his muscles melting and his body finally allowed to crash down. When he re-appeared on the cockpit, his brothers had pushed all the matresses of their bunks into the floor, together; with the blankets and pillows on top of them. Someone had even placed Lula on the nest. Hunter opened his arms; and Wrecker sighed happily, inmediately jumping for the offer. He cuddled against the alpha's body; smiling at the rest of his beta brothers laying down around him.

"You did good, vod'ika" Hunter whispered soothingly. "Ignoring your heat in the middle of the battlefield. When I didn't think you cound be more strong..."

Wrecker's cheeks slightly redenned at the praise. He always reacted like that whenever his brothers congratulated him on something. For all he could be loud and social, he was shy on some aspects as well.

"Thank you" he mumbled against his shoulder.

Crosshair reached a hand to squeeze his forearm. When Wrecker snatched his hand in his, the sniper didn't try to make him release him.

Wrecker smiled. The pain and dizyness reduced drastically. He was with his pack now. Home. Safe.

THE END.

It came out supershort but I felt I conveined the idea alright with just that! Xx.

Omegaverse masterlist here:

[altraviolet]

anon ask about humor

I typed up a huge long thing for an anon who asked about humor and tumblr froze! haha! so funny, tumblr! thanks!

while it was wheel-spinning, I took screenshots of everything, and when I reloaded, it all disappeared. so beneath the cut is the copy paste for everything (the formatting is kinda screwed up, sorry). hopefully it will post this time

ETA: ok apparently it did post??? even tho it imploded?? ugh. anyway. you can find the proper post HERE. it has the same information as this post, but might format better for ya

Anonymous asked: hey violet! since i love the humour and jokes in your stories, i wanted to ask for advice on how to write humour/con- struct jokes or what to read or watch to learn about it. thank you for your consideration! cheers

hey anon!

eyyy thanks! I'm glad you enjoy the humor =)

this is a very fun question but a hard one! I'm not exactly sure how to quantify an answer for you because humor tends to come as I write. it springs up naturally for me, as my brain is constantly thinking from the POV of the POV character, as well as thinking about what the other characters are doing/thinking I'll try my best!

Personality vs environment a character's personality will inform their humor style, and their environment will inform the timing and content of their humor at any given moment when thinking about humor and your character, think about their personality, are they sarcastic? bubbly? high energy? low energy? super mean? way too sweet? random? straight laced? all these things would come out in how they joke/insult/riff during a conversation so with the knowledge of their personality, apply it to the environment. if it's a one on one scene with a highly sarcastic character and a very sweet character, who's going to make what kind of comment? what about multiple characters? what about a very dangerous environment: who screams and windmills their arms, who quietly insults the terrifying monster, and who loudly insults the monster?

purpose of the humor are we trying to get information across about the plot? the other characters? the environment? the mood? thinking about the purpose of your humor may help guide you in TEG I would often soften a really emotionally heavy scene with a tiny bit of humor. not always, but often. this was to keep the overall tone of the fic more on the funny side than the angsty side. it was purposefully done- "Ohh boy, this is really tense. who's around who can release the tension a bit?" Siren is a really easy character to do this with- an all caps scream about something mundane is surprisingly hilarious

being funny without meaning to be funny by this I mean, sometimes a character won't mean to be funny, but the situation and their tone and all the Things add up to make something hilarious. the first example I can think of for this is in the beginning of TEG when SW is watching/listening to the mechs sitting at the bar. Swerve and Tailgate are talking about Soundwave, not knowing he's eavesdropping. after a bit of dialog, Cyclonus cuts in with "He's listening to you" and the characters go AHH and Swerve ducks under the bar. Cyclonus isn't actually trying to be funny (or IS he?) but the result is really funny. the characters are faced with the social awkwardness of the things they've said vs oh no SW heard us

long distance jokes/long term payoff the rounded corners is the classic, here. SW going completely bonkers laughing at the data pad was pretty funny. his behavior is abnormal, which draws the reader's attention. mannnnnnyYYYYYYYY chapters later you get the payoff- the reason SW laughed. and hopefully it was funny then, too, because now you, the reader, know why SW laughed the first time

self-referential jokes (short term payoff) I suppose the short term aspect of #4 is as subset of this, or this is a subset of #4, but by this I mean, when you refer back to something from before. have you ever been in a conversation with someone and you talk about something funny in the beginning, and then later someone refers back to the thing, and it injects some hilarity into the current topic of conversation? that's what I mean, here self-referential jokes based on worldbuilding you've done in a fic are especially powerful. think of all the chores that were invented for the LL, and then all the jokes that arose from them. referencing the world helps to make it feel more real, and humor is a good way to do that

whining and complaining some humor is made when people are unhappy with the situation and they complain about it, but in a way that makes fun of it. so if your characters are in a situation they don't like, what are their complaints? can you make them funny?

self-deprecation vs insults vs punching up vs punching down strongly linked to #1, I think, is how the humor manifests. self-deprecation (insulting yourself) vs insulting others. punching up (making fun of people with more money/privilege/etc than you) or punching down (making fun of those with less money/privilege/etc than you). these things will be dictated by personality and environment generally speaking, making fun of yourself and punching up are nicer forms of humor. insulting others and punching down are meaner. what kind of character does which? so here we add another dimension to it- is the intention of the humor to lighten the mood or to hurt others?

the unexpected

as the writer, you can sneaky-sneaky drop some hints for stuff and then write something totally unexpected for the reader, but which makes sense within the context of the scene. ex: the emoji game where SW blasted Swerve with an unexpected 3D emoji that danced. we raised the stakes suddenly, unexpectedly, and silly-ily, but it all made sense within the confines of the scene and the emoji game. I suppose a subset of this could be: 8b. the absurd something WAY outta left field, with less context than point 8, but still cogent enough to make you laugh. speaking of which: 9. what makes you laugh? a guiding principle, lol. what makes you laugh? would your character do/say it, too? would they say it like you did, or change it a little? or would they NEVER, GASP, how dare?! writing what you think is funny is good because it keeps the task of writing fun

So keeping all that in mind, what I did during TEG was just… see what the characters would do. It kinda flowed naturally, as the rest of conversation/action did. I think this comes with practice. You can certainly train for it specifically- doing writing exercises or thought experiments about different situations. But I think… if you can overall just let your characters speak through their personalities, wants, desires, that will help guide you.

That probably sounds kinda wishy-washy but after some practice it becomes second nature!

I hope that helped! Happy writing =D

[this-acuteneurosis]

Can I just say how much I appreciate the fact you don't stray much from the movies?

It's just so refreshing to see a fic that is built on a clear, unbiased and simple canon base. This way, as you demonstrated, a writer not only has the ability to further explore the main themes and ideas introduced in the source material, but they can also go ahead and naturally develop their own by branching out on those fundamentals. They can offer their perspective by using the source material to their advantage, instead of working against it or even worse, trying to include all contradicting canon aspects. Part of writing a fic is kind of like offering your input in a conversation/disagreement. You have to listen carefully to what the other person is saying in order to form your answer...If you're listening to a thousand different people who are all saying a different thing (in this case, The clone wars, legends, novels, comics ect), you won't be able to give an answer that makes sense, much less give a structured and stable opinion.

I love how you were like "I know star wars is entering an era of a shit ton of spin off content with seemingly no end and most star wars fans know shit like who chewie lost his virginity to and what the kessel run is but screw this. The movies and maybe some late night wiki research is enough."

And you were right.

It's so funny, because I feel like I do ultimately stray pretty far from the movies. Not in terms of events I guess, but especially the prequels, I reject some of the underlying assumptions of what is said on screen and just treat it like fallible people strongly asserting opinions that no one calls them on. See: everything I ever assert about the Force/Anakin's "destiny."

I do think it helped me to stick with limited material. And it wasn't even because I saw all of this new SW content coming. I've mentioned this before, but when I started writing Don't Look Back (when it was just Like Fire and I naively believed I was gonna be done in 200k words, lol, rip past me) I hesitated a lot because as far as I was concerned, I wasn't a Star Wars Fan.

I'd watched the OT and PT multiple times. I knew that novels and games and cartoons existed, I knew people had consumed them all. I had been reading some SW fic because @mylongsufferingroommate had been sending me stuff they were enjoying and I was having fun with it. But like, I would never have called myself a Fan. I got goaded into writing this fic by people who knew me too well and really wanted a political thriller. I wouldn't have called them Star Wars Fans either.

Limiting myself to the six movies I had watched was a preemptive defense mechanism against a fan base I wasn't sure would want to accept me. My thin skin is my own problem, but every time I think about writing in a new fandom the same sort of nerves take me: what if my fanon is "wrong" and people are mean?

I guess what I'm trying to say is thank you so much to everyone who gave me a chance and encouraged me and were excited and shared that excitement.

And please, for the love of all the sky and stars DON'T GATEKEEP FANDOMS.

Don't tell people their canon is too big (@blue-sunshine-mauve-morning and @chancecraz have amazing fics that are much more compliant than mine to the broader canon, as a quick example), and definitely don't tell people their canon is too small. Walk away if you aren't enjoying something. Give compliments when you like something that is unique in a fandom you're familiar with. Be patient with people, be kind.

I could easily have given this story up if people hadn't been patient with me. I got comments as early as my first chapter from people who were angry with a single thing that I said and felt the need to tell me I was wrong. I could have left. I could have stopped.

I'm glad I didn't. But I wonder how many other people have.

[adragonsfriend]

Welcome!

I write about star wars meta, my own fic, other people's fics, whatever. Currently I'm looking back at some of my long posts and cringing, so bullet points I'm thinking about reworking or rewriting for whatever reason are marked (RW) for ReWork.

Table of Contents

Jedi & Sith Meta

Cultural Relationships to Pain: Sith, Jedi (also Amavikka)

"The Jedi are slaves to their doctrine..." (No they're absolutely not) & Jedi cultural context

"Do or do not, there is no try"--A contextual analysis (RW)

Why does Depa take 12 yr old Caleb as a Padawan?

Vaapad, Mace Windu, Emotional Control

Shatterpoint Mace Windu & Luke Skywalker: Comparison (RW)

"There is no emotion, there is peace…" An Analysis (RW)

"Fix Anakin with this one Easy Trick!! (Jedi don't want u 2 no)"

Force User Graphs

Ahsoka was raised Jedi

Canon Characters

Padme is not a Witness to Anakin's Violence

Congrats! It's a Boy (Anakin only has one kid)

Anakin & Ahsoka in the Ryloth & Malevolence Arcs

Killing Ahsoka in the Cad Bane Arc

Anakin's AotC dreams

Purple Lightsabers

Dooku: the Good, the Perfect and the Fascism

Chancellor Palpatine isn't Rude

Star Wars as Media

"Why you no therapist, Star Wars?"

"If Anakin could've been open about his marriage..."

A Statement about Good and Evil

Mace Windu & American Moor

Time Travel Fics: Themes & Breifly Considering Disability

SW Protagonists do not “Have More Feelings” than Other People

The Prequels are a Complicating Narrative for a very Specific Audience (it’s probably not you)

Anti-Jedi sentiment and the One Moral Culture at a Time Framework

How Maul's Survival Recontextualizes Anakin's Survival

Ongoing list of variably wacky Star Wars show ideas

World building

Ryloth Worldbuilding

How to feed 2 million runaway clones (hint: you cant)

Zygerria & Cat Agriculture, (+ canabalism? & insects), (+ecological disaster)

Mirialan Facial Markings (lore & meanings)

Amavikka Meta & World building

Leia's Role in Amavikka Mythology

Cultural Relationships to Pain: Amavikka, (also Sith, Jedi)

Amavikka cultural context

On Writing Ekkreth Stories

Amatakka

Amatakka Learning Guide (intended for learners)

Amatakka Additions (the complete spreadsheet, intended for conlangers)

Poem for Singers/Surgeons + Amatakka Translation

Biting His Own Tale (My fic: ao3)

How Palpatine uses Stories

Dooku has Anxiety and no idea what is going on

Anakin's Ekkreth Mask Drawing, Painting

Ryloth Worldbuilding (& Syndulla Family)

Fungi

Casualties of Biting His own Tale (1), (2)

Lineage Trees

What my writing process is like

Other

A Short Guide to Writing Meaningful AO3 Comments

A list of shorter, randomer thoughts

[hashtagdrivebywrites]

Hello, yes, howdy, welcome to...

✨Hashtag's Fic Masterlist✨

A little about me:

She/her pronouns

I write and sometimes make art

Here is my Ao3!

Asks are open! or you can drop me a message if you want to

I like ask games, but I might be late or accidentally lose track of them before I can respond to them (whoops!)

I'm into a lot of stuff so this blog/page/black hole will be a mixed bag of fandoms

[Updated October 10, 2024] - Fic links below:

Published, In Progress:

Imprint (DPxDC) (Baby G.K. Danny, Halfa Dad Jason, Fright Franklin Pickle Girl Knight, oddball co-parents, attempted qpr relationship) 10/10: Chapter 13 done - trying to finish out the arc so I can MAYBE get this thing back on a bi-weekly schedule again 😭

Meandros (AC: 3 x AC: Odyssey) (Time travel/Reincarnation, Kid Desmond, OC's, Deimos!Kassandra, dumb mercenaries with a big bro/dad complex, Desmond "I'm Done" Miles) 10/10: Chapter 13 done - trying to finish out the arc and picking at the sequel drafts

Published, Complete:

As Long as Stars are Above You (TMNT (mostly Bayverse and Next Mutation)) (Family Fluff, Surprise Baby Acquisition, Good Big Bros, Momma April) 15 Chapters; 39k words; Sequel in progress

Our Mother Breathed Fire (GOT) (Dragon POV, kind of a character study? I don't know) 1 Shot; 2k words

Your Blood That I Bleed (AC 1, 2 & 3) (Family of Choice, Immortality, Cat Dad Desmond, Assassin Dads) 10 Chapters; 74k Words

"In The Drawer" - On Hiatus until I can give it the attention it needs:

A Place For Us (Batman (mostly Arkham Knight)) (Families of Choice, Kids, Adoption, Bat Fam coming back together) 4/12: My first fic on Ao3 and it's been set aside for a complete overhaul because there's no structure/direction and there's a lot of issues with how I was writing/presenting the characters.

Unpublished, In Progress:

And Longer Still If I Can - sequel to As Long As Stars Are Above You (TMNT) (Family and Found Family, Kid Fic, Adventure Fic, Larval Form Mutanimals) 10/10: On pause!

Red Devil Rowdy (title may change; DPxDCxSDxSPN) (Paranormal Mystery/Detective Fic, Family Reveal, Identity Reveal) 10/10: 4/5 Chapters done - working on that fifth then will be ready to post

And Still You Stand, Sturdy and Smelling of Smoke (DC x Spider-man) (Peter Parker Fist Fights the League, Catatonic Jason, Hyper Independent Tim) 10/10: On pause!

Illing and Able! (title may change; DSxTMNT) (Time Travel, Older Turtles (21), Mom Friend April, Gratuitous Use of "Bro", "Dude" and "Yo") 10/10: First arc finished! Will be published in the same update w/ Imprint 13 and Meandros 13!

Holy War is On The Phone (DPxMHA/BNHA) (Ghost Prince Danny, Undercover Investigation, Fake Family, Pissed Off Danny) 10/10: On pause!

Redline (DCxMHA/BNHA) (Robin!Jason, Jason has the Metagene, Accidental Dimension Travel, Pro-Heroes/Older Class 1-A) 10/10: Finishing the first arc!

(Recently fallen head over heels into a Star Wars hyperfixation, which has naturally spawned a bunch of WIP's of its own, so expect some content soon (EDIT: there's three independent SW wips and three crossovers with other fandoms in progress - will list them soon on the WIP list (10/10)))

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

The fandom-files are turning six!

I missed my blog anniversary (August 10th) last year, so I wanted to do something small and simple; a get-to-know-me of sorts!

💙 The first fandom I created and started using this blog for was Detroit: Become Human, back in 2018. I lost my interest in the fandom and subsequently the blog following some negative experiences.

It wasn't until roughly around August(?) 2022 that I chose to revive this side-blog right around the start of The Mandalorian and The Bad Batch series. They reignited my love of the SW franchise stronger than ever following the fallout of the sequel trilogy (which, for all it's faults, I still largely enjoyed; but my experience with the wider fandom grew increasingly negative).

💚 I've been writing fanfiction for a long time; probably since I was in elementary school. Was it any ever good? Debatable... But I had fun, and that's what matters most. 🩷 I've enjoyed writing (save for school assignments) since I was little! I started out writing them by hand, then translating everything over to a Word Doc or a fanfic site of choice before I got a phone, by which point I wrote half by hand, half by phone. Most of my fics on this blog were written on my phone until late last year, when I finally got my own personal laptop!

💙I may not be the most social or chatty of fan artists/writers in the community where I've laid the majority of my roots these days, but I appreciate each and every friend I've been fortunate enough to make in my time here.

With severe anxiety, it isn't often the easiest thing putting myself out there, but I'm trying. Learning. Growing. I have so much appreciation for those who have shown me support, made me feel like a part of this space, and taken the time out of their day to share how my work made them feel in the past. It means a lot to me, it's impossible to say 'thank you' enough.

It happened sooner than I expected, just the day before my humble side-blog's sixth anniversary, but I'm excited to say I have now reached 200 followers!! Looks like I have to pick up the pace on piecing together that follower event!

Hugest of thank you-s to everyone who's decided to come along for the ride since the blog's revival, silly as it often is. 🩷

[givemetherapyimawritingtravesty]

So I've taken to writing snippets apparently, but I'm counting it as a win because I haven't been writing much lately. Here for the first day of fic-o-ween and in just under the wire we have day 1! Big thanks to @noots-fic-fests for hosting and the adorable headers, as always! I'm already devouring the fics popping up on my dash, I'd been craving some more SW verse content recently.

Anyway,, without further ado, some cubs...

“It’s here!” Finn yelled as he let himself back into the warm apartment after his morning run. His cheeks were bright pink from the chill in the air and his hair was askew as he slipped off his running shoes and wandered into the kitchen for kisses before his shower.

“What’s here?” Logan asked, grumpy this early in the morning but awake and standing far too close to Leo to be polite.

“Christmas!” Finn said excitedly.

“Rouge, non. Ce n’est pas Noël…” Logan groaned, huddling closer to Leo.

Leo hugged Logan close and Leaned in to kiss Finn as he approached. “It isn’t even Halloween yet, why is Christmas here? What does that even mean?”

Finn kisses Leo before he explains his thinking, “It MEANS there’s the first frost on the ground which means snow is soon which means it’s practically Christmas!” He leans down to kiss Logan slow and sweet.

“That’s not how that works, Harz, but good try,” Leo said, passing off Logan into Finn’s arms so he could turn to the stove to start on breakfast. “Take Logan with you, he can help get you warm in the shower and I’ll have this ready by the time you two finish. Sound good?”

“Parfait?” Finn said tentatively, pronunciation a little off but his French was getting better.

“Oui, allez,” Logan grumbled, tugging Finn in the direction of their bedroom and the warm shower that would await them.

[sapphire-weapon]

Me: /trying to write fic of Leon fucking Ashley on his kitchen table

Covid Brain: Separate Ways is going to be separate

Me: what

Covid Brain: Separate Ways is going to be separate

Me: I don't know what the fuck that means, brain. you're sick and delirious. just go back to focusing on Leon's balls slapping against Ashley's clit while he fucks her from behind.

Covid Brain: homie I have never once in my life wanted to focus on Leon's balls for any reason, ok, so write that down

Me: WE ARE TRYING TO DO A THING HERE, BRAIN

Covid Brain: all these fucking broke-ass takes in fandom about what is or isn't going to be in Separate Ways fails to take into account that everything that happened in OG's Separate Ways has been changed. literally everything. the Luis scene from OG's SW is in the main campaign now, Ada talking to Wesker on comms about Leon is in the main campaign now, Ada betraying Wesker and not actually giving him the sample/amber is in the main campaign now. Wesker's attitude towards Leon is different. Ada and Luis's relationship is different. Using Leon as a distraction is Ada's idea now and not Wesker's anymore. Ada's role in the entire narrative has changed; she doesn't go into this game already intending to betray Wesker, which means all of her movements throughout the game will be different.

Me: I know this. I know all this, brain. I fucking talked about most of this just a few hours ago.

Covid Brain: UR NOT LISTENING

Covid Brain: ADA ONLY HAS FIFTEEN MINUTES OF SCREENTIME IN THE MAIN CAMPAIGN DO U UNDERSTAND THAT

Me: yes??????

Covid Brain: ALL THESE FUCKIN TAKES FROM FUCKIN AEON PPL BASICALLY BOIL DOWN TO "... AND ADA WAS THERE, TOO!" BUT SHE WASN'T. SHE'S NOT.

Me: what??????

Covid Brain: /slams hands down on the desk Phoenix Wright style

Covid Brain: THE ENTIRETY OF SEPARATE WAYS IN OG HAD ADA FOLLOWING LEON'S MOVEMENTS ALMOST EXACTLY BECAUSE THE ORIGINAL SEPARATE WAYS WAS DEVELOPED BY THE DIVISION 1 B-TEAM AFTER SHINJI MIKAMI LEFT THE FUCKING COMPANY BECAUSE THEY BROKE THEIR PROMISE OF NEVER PORTING RE4 TO THE PS2 (on top of all the other horrible shit they did to him)

Covid Brain: HAVING HER FOLLOW LEON WAS ALL THAT THEY COULD DO BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO BECAUSE THE DIRECTOR JUST WALKED THE FUCK OUT

Covid Brain: BUT TO TAKE ALL OF THE IMPORTANT SHIT FROM THE ORIGINAL SEPARATE WAYS AND PUT IT IN THE MAIN CAMPAIGN FOR REMAKE MEANS THAT SHE'S NOT GOING TO BE FOLLOWING LEON'S MOVEMENTS ANYMORE

Me: ...

Me: oh my god dude

Covid Brain: SEPARATE WAYS IS GOING TO BE THE FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE OF THE RE4 REMAKE

Covid Brain: IT'S GOING TO START OFF 1:1 THE EXACT SAME WAY AS OG BUT THEN KEEP GOING FURTHER AND FURTHER OFF SCRIPT UNTIL, BY THE END, YOU DON'T EVEN RECOGNIZE IT AS SEPARATE WAYS ANYMORE

Me: do you have to keep yelling in caps

Covid Brain: the whole point of Remake's Separate Ways is to be separate

Covid Brain: Ada doesn't belong, and that is the point

Covid Brain: she won't share a scar with Leon and Ashley, because she's not one of them. she's not part of the team. she's not just off-camera constantly doing hamfisted shit to keep Leon alive this time around. her story is going to be completely separate from his. completely.

Covid Brain: Ada realizes that she doesn't belong with Leon and Ashley, and then soon thereafter she realizes that she doesn't belong with Wesker, either. she doesn't belong anywhere. she's not good enough to be a good guy and not bad enough to be a villain. and that's the point.

Covid Brain: I'm talking thematically you fucking dope

Me: oh

Me: ok

Me: so this all means what, then, exactly?

Covid Brain: I don't fuckin know I just wanted to yell about themes

Covid Brain: I have fucking covid, u expect me to have all the fucking answers? fuck. I can't even write a simple smut scene for u

Me: you're a fucking idiot

Me: I'm going to bed

Covid Brain: :D

[hollywoodxwhore]

Mine | Chapter Fifteen

Colson x Original Female Character

Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?

Content/Warnings: very brief mentions of smut, swearing, the sappiest fluffiest shit you've ever read

Tag List: @triplexdoublex @jaxbreaker @mgklove99xx @jinx-on-mars-19xx @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @missamericanaxx @anonymousme86 @whiteleoqueen @feroniakutenpuu

And with that, Mine has come to an end. I cannot thank you all enough for reading this and showing me so much love and positive feedback. I loved every second of writing this fic and I'm not ready to be done with it. That being said...

OURS COMING SOON! You all asked for more smut and more Presley and Colson cuteness, so @triplexdoublex had the idea of writing a second series that follows Presley and Colson in their new life together living in LA. You can expect smut and fluff, minor angst (unless I decide I need some. Ya girl loves writing angst). Serious shoutout to Roxy for the title idea and the idea to write a second series! I can't wait to see what y'all think of it. Thanks again for all the love you've shown Mine. Enjoy this last chapter!

Colson

It’s the last night of the tour and I couldn’t be happier.

Our biggest tour yet. A new guitarist who we all love. And the best part for me – the girl waiting backstage for me to finish performing so she can jump into my arms. 

It’s become our little routine since we’ve been ‘out of hiding’ from our friends. The world doesn’t know yet, and we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. But every time I come offstage, Pres is there, and she jumps into my arms, wrapping her long limbs around me, and I swear, nothing makes me happier than kissing her and holding her in front of our friends, showing everyone how happy I am. 

Cash came around quickly. He and I are closer than ever, and all of the tension has melted away. These past couple of weeks have been a great time, and I’m a little disappointed that the tour is ending. But now, Presley and I can figure out our lives, and that makes me really excited. 

After our encore, we leave the screaming crowd behind and head backstage. My eyes search for her immediately, almost frantically, and there she stands, intent on taking my breath away. 

She wears her hair in twin buns, soft tendrils of her black hair framing her face, and she wears leather pants (my favorite) with boots and a crop top. Her face lights up when she sees me and I open my arms. She grins wider and runs to me, throwing herself into my arms. I grin widely as I snuggle her, supporting her weight with my arms tucked beneath her butt. 

“You did so good!” she gushes, and her breath smells like bubblegum. I shiver a little, fighting the way my dick already wants to harden in my pants. 

“I love you,” I mumble into her neck, pressing  a kiss to her skin.

“I love you, too,” she says, resting her head against mine. “I’m so proud of you, baby.” I smile, heart bursting. 

“Yo, Kells, Presley,” Sam calls. “Can I take some pictures?”

“Hell yeah,” I say. Pres pulls back from the hug a little and I raise a brow questioningly. She nods, smiling, and presses her cheek to mine as we face Sam. We smile and then he takes one of us kissing. I let her down onto the floor and she hugs my waist for another picture. We fit so perfectly together. Suddenly, I want the world to know. I want to post those pictures on the internet for everyone to see, so everyone knows I’m spoken for. 

Arm around Presley’s shoulder, we head back to my dressing room where I strip out of my sweaty clothes and go into the adjoining bathroom for a quick shower. I’m sweaty as hell, and we’re going out tonight. Presley sits on the couch with her phone while I shower. 

I’m singing in the shower, so fucking happy with my life. Once I’m done, I towel off and then head over to my girlfriend. She lifts her eyes from her phone and drags them from my head to my feet. Jade eyes darken and her pretty lips quirk into a little smirk. It sends a shiver through me and I give the base of my cock a squeeze, gulping. Not now. Everyone’s eager to go out. Maybe I can sneak her into the bathroom again.

Presley giggles with satisfaction and sits back, looking at her phone again. Flustered, I quickly get dressed in a pair of black jeans and a t-shirt, sliding into my Vans. “You ready?” I ask, and she nods, getting to her feet. I offer my hand and she takes it, but when she starts to leave the room, I tug her back into my chest. My arm goes around her waist and I rock her slightly, looking down at her. She softens immediately and smiles up at me.

“Hey, pretty girl,” I murmur. 

“Hey,” she says, cheeks pink with pleasure. I smile and lean down to kiss her softly, slowly. She sighs and presses on her toes to get closer, her hands going to the back of my neck. “Mm, do we have to go out?” she asks against my lips.

I chuckle. To be honest, I don’t really want to go out. Pres, Cash, Olivia, and I leave tomorrow to head back to Michigan. We’re going to help Presley get packed and Cash is going to be able to grab a few more things to bring back with him to LA. I want a good fuck and a good night’s sleep before that happens, but it’s the last night of the tour, and it’s tradition. I sigh and she nods, resolved. 

“I promise we’ll have so much time just the two of us,” I say, twisting my fingers gently around the strands of hair framing her face. Fuck, I want to grab one of those buns while I’m behind her– “With the tour ending, it’s all us, baby.” I interrupt my own dirty thought process, knowing how easy it would be to hole up in the hotel with my girl. 

“Alright, let’s go,” she mutters, and I bite my cheek to stop a grin. She’s cute when she pouts. 

We leave the dressing room and go out to one of the waiting cars, climbing into the back. As we settle in and the driver takes off, my phone vibrates and I pull it from my pocket. It’s Sam. Thought you might want these bro! See ya later! I scroll up slightly and my chest warms. They’re the pictures of me and Pres backstage.

“Hey,” I say, tapping her thigh. “Look.”

She leans into me, looking over my shoulder, and smiles. “Aw, those are so cute!” she gushes. “Send them to me!”

“Can I post one of them?” I blurt. 

Presley looks surprised, lips parting a little as she looks up at me. “You…you’re ready for that?” I nod, studying her expression. “Are you…not?”

Presley considers, trapping her bottom lip between her teeth. Then, slowly, she nods, meeting my eyes again. “I think so,” she says. “I mean, I don’t want to hide us.”

I grin and lean in for a kiss. “Me neither,” I agree. “I want the world to know you’re mine.”

Pres grins and nuzzles into my shoulder, giving my thigh a squeeze. “I love you, ya big sap,” she tells me, and maybe I am a sap, but I don’t give a fuck. It’s worth it for Presley. 

As we head to the bar, I take my time creating an Instagram post. My caption is all about the tour and how thankful I am for how it went. I don’t include anything about Presley in the caption, but I figure the pictures of us kissing and me holding her are enough for people to get the idea. “Can I tag you?” I ask, and she nods. I add the tags, scroll through the photo set once more, and take a deep breath.

“You sure about this?” I ask her.

“Positive,” she says. “If you are.”

With that, I hover my thumb over the post button and then tap. 

XX

By the time our flight lands in Detroit the following evening, all four of us are running on fumes. 

It’s late and the airport isn’t very busy, so it’s easy enough to grab our luggage and find our way to where Presley and Cash’s parents are waiting for us. I’m a little nervous about meeting them for the first time, especially with how exhausted I am, but I’m excited, too. Presley is my future, and I want to know her parents. 

We walk outside into the frigid, early December air and immediately, Cash starts laughing. He drops his bags and jogs over to a waiting car where a tall woman with short, black hair hops out of the car with open arms. Presley runs over, too, and an even taller man circles the car with a grin identical to Presley’s. 

“There’s my girl,” he says and catches Presley as she throws herself into his arms. He kisses her cheek and I can’t help but smile. I follow her as Cash introduces Olivia to his mom, waiting a bit anxiously. Presley lets go of her dad and turns to me, putting a hand on my back. 

“Dad, this is Colson,” she says, looking up at me lovingly. “Colson, this is my dad, David.”

“Colson,” her dad says, reaching out a hand. I take it and shake it firmly. “It’s so great to finally meet you.” He pulls me in for a hug and I’m surprised but relieved. “Thank you for being so great to my kids.”

“My pleasure,” I tell him. He pulls back and gestures for his wife to join us. 

“Colson, this is my mom, Scarlett. Mom, Colson.”

Presley’s mom is just as gorgeous as her kids and she smiles brightly when she sees me. “Wow, you’re even cuter in person,” she says, stepping forward to hug me.

“Mom!” Presley hisses, embarrassed, but I just snicker. 

“Oh, Pres,” her mom tuts, reaching out to fix a loose piece of her daughter’s hair. “I’m old, not blind.”

“What do you expect?” David says. “We send our kids on tour with a band and they come back with beautiful partners.”

“Exactly,” Scarlett says, wrapping an arm around Cash. 

“Can we go now?” Presley asks around a yawn. “I’m about to fall asleep standing up.”

“You got it,” David says, going back around to the driver’s seat. We all pile into the SUV, Presley and I taking the far back. My legs are squished and I’m so tired my eyes burn but I don’t even care. I’m so happy right now I could burst. 

Presley looks over at me once her dad starts driving, and her smiles is so affectionate and loving that it turns my heart to mush in my chest. I wrap an arm around her and tug her close, pressing my lips to her forehead. “I love you,” I murmur, loud enough so only she can hear over the other conversations happening in the car.

“I love you, too,” she replies quietly, resting her head on my shoulder. 

Before I know it, we’re pulling into an apartment complex. Presley straightens, which tells me that this is her apartment complex. We’re at her home. David parks in front of a building and he and Scarlett both hop out to help us get our things. 

“We’ve got it,” I assure them, but Scarlett shakes her head.

“I insist,” she says. “I know you kids are exhausted.”

I can’t argue there.

We say our goodbyes to Cash and Olivia, and then Presley leads the way up to her second story apartment, unlocking the door. She flicks on a light and immediately, I love it here. It’s so Presley. 

“Alright,” Scarlett says, wrapping an arm around Presley. “We’ll see you tomorrow for dinner, right?”

“Right,” Presley says, hugging her mom. “Thank you so much for the ride, you guys.”

“Of course,” David says, giving her a squeeze. 

“Yes, thank you so much,” I add, and Scarlett hugs me tightly.

“Thanks for taking care of our girl,” she says, and my heart warms. 

“Always,” I tell her. We share a little moment, her expression one of admiration, and then we bid her parents goodbye. 

Presley locks the door behind them and sighs heavily, slumping. “Holy shit,” she mutters. “I need to go to bed, like, five hours ago.”

I chuckle and nod. “Come on. Show me your bedroom,” I insist. 

She flicks off the light and uses her phone flashlight to illuminate the way. She flicks on her bedroom light which is somehow wired to be from a lamp rather than the overhead fixture. “Wow,” I say as I look around. No wonder she never wanted to leave the house.

Her bed looks like the comfiest bed I’ve ever seen in my life, full of well broken-in pillows and soft blankets. The decorations are tasteful and comforting, and it smells sweet, just like Presley. I come up behind her and wrap my arms over her shoulders, squeezing her. “I like your room,” I tell her.

“Me too,” Presley agrees. “I love my room. I love my bed.”

“Yeah, that looks like an amazing bed.”

Pres turns in my arms and wraps her arms around my neck. “Let’s get ready for bed,” she says, giving me a kiss. I nod and let her go. 

Ten minutes later, after brushing our teeth and taking off most of our clothes, Presley’s fan is on and we’re snuggling up under her blankets. It’s a little cold in here; Presley had the heat turned down to save on energy, but the bed is warm and so is Presley. I snuggle up to her, pulling her back to my chest, and sigh, closing my stinging eyes. 

“Thanks for letting me come home with you,” I murmur, kissing her shoulder.

Presley hums. “Thanks for coming with me,” she says sleepily. “I love you,” she adds after a moment.

“I love you,” I agree, smiling. Minutes later, we’re asleep in her bed, and it excites me knowing her nights here are limited. Soon, we’ll be falling asleep together in our bed. 

Presley

Leaving home is going to be bittersweet. There’s no doubt about that.

As Colson and I drive into the city to my shop, I can’t help but take my fill of my surroundings. I’m going to miss all the pine trees, the heavy snow. I’ll miss my quiet apartment complex with its pool and its noisy air conditioner. I’ll miss being so close to my parents. But honestly, that’s about it. 

I’m not sad about leaving the tattoo shop. I loved it here and it served its purpose, but I’m ready to move on. I used my job as a way to hide from life, and I’m not interested in hiding anymore. I want to embrace my life, to enjoy my twenties with the man I love in a city I love. 

Colson’s hand rests on my jean-clad thigh as we drive into the city. He stares out the window the entire time. “It reminds me a lot of home here,” he says. “Cleveland.”

“Yeah?” I ask. “How so?”

Colson shrugs. “I don’t know,” he admits. “Just does. It’s nice.”

“Do you miss it?” I ask, glancing over at him.

Colson nods. “I do,” he says. “I mean, I’m happy to be out of there, don’t get me wrong. But I do miss simpler times.”

“That makes sense,” I reply.

“Are you going to miss it here?” he asks.

“Not really,” I admit. “I’ll miss my parents. But otherwise, I’m not really sad to be leaving this behind.”

Colson looks over at me and smiles, and I steal a glance at his gorgeous face, cheeks pink from the cold. “Good,” he says. He lifts my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles. 

I pull into the tattoo shop and park in my usual spot in the back lot. No one knows I’m coming today, but it’s a Sunday, so I know several artists will be here, as well as the other piercer. I lead the way inside, Colson’s hand in mine, and Emmy behind the front desk spots me first.

She gasps. “Presley!” she says, hurrying around from behind the desk to hug me. “Oh my god! You’re back!”

“Hey, Emmy,” I say, smiling as I hug her. “It’s so good to see you!”

“Wait, Pres is here?” Derek appears from his room and opens his arms for a big bear hug. 

“Hey,” I tell him. “It’s so good to see you guys.”

“You too,” Derek says. He raises a brow. “Um, Presley?” he asks.

“Yes?” I ask, pulling away to study his face curiously.

“Did you bring Machine Gun Kelly into our tattoo shop?” he asks, his eyes on Colson.

I grin widely and go over to my boyfriend, wrapping my arm around his waist. “I sure did,” I say. “Emmy, Derek, meet Colson. My boyfriend.”

Emmy’s eyes widen. “Are you fucking serious?” 

“Shit, we heard the rumors but I didn’t know it was true!” Derek says. “That’s awesome, Pres! Welcome to the shop, man.” He reaches out a hand and Colson shakes it.

“Thanks, man,” he says. “It’s dope as fuck here.”

“We like it,” Emmy says. 

“Is that Presley?” Blaze calls. I can hear the sound of his tattoo gun buzzing.

“Sure is!” I call. “Come say hi when you have a break!”

“She brought Machine Gun Kelly with her!” Derek calls, and I stifle a laugh.

“No she didn’t!” Blaze calls.

“Come see for yourself!” 

Blaze’s machine turns off and he appears around the corner, peeling off his gloves. He freezes mid step when he sees Colson, and Emmy, Derek, and I burst into laughter. “Hey, B,” I greet.

Blaze looks shocked as he hugs me. “Holy shit,” he says, reaching out to shake Colson’s hand. “Welcome, dude. It’s so cool to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too,” Colson says, smiling. I know he’s wary about meeting new people. Not everyone has a very positive opinion of my boyfriend, even if their opinions are unfounded. But I know Blaze is a fan. He played Tickets almost every single day in the shop when he found out Cash was going on tour with them. 

Gracen appears from the back and her eyes are wide. “I heard Machine Gun Kelly was here,” she says. “Oh, and you too, Presley.”

“Bitch,” I say with a grin, and my other piercer smiles widely as she hugs me. “It’s good to see you.”

“You back for good?” she asks. “Because no offense, but I’m making good ass money.”

“Keep on making it,” I say. “I’m moving to LA.”

“What?” Emmy and Blaze say in unison.

“Shit, Pres, that’s awesome,” Derek says with a grin. “I’m really happy for you.”

“Can I come visit?” Emmy asks. 

“Of course. Is anyone else here?” I ask.

“Sadie,” Emmy says. Sadie is who I brought with me to the show. She’s another tattoo artist here. “She’s finishing up right now. Should be out soon.”

“Taking care of our girl?” Gracen asks Colson, a stern look on her face.

Colson chuckles and nods, looking over at me. “Doing my best,” he says.

I smile and wrap my arm around his waist again. “To be honest, I’ve never been happier,” I say. My friends all look delighted for me, and a part of me is a little sad to be leaving them. Colson drops a kiss to the top of my head and I know I’ve made the right choice to move in with him. 

“Well, I just came to get some of my stuff and say hi and bye to you all,” I say. 

“Damn,” Derek says, shaking his head. “How life has changed.”

“It certainly has,” I agree. 

We all chat for a while longer, and after goodbye hugs all around, Colson and I leave the shop. We spend the rest of the day packing up my apartment with the help of Cash, Olivia, and my parents, and with all of us working together, we get everything packed. Most of it is going to my parents’ house, but some of it is coming to LA with us. 

We eat dinner at my parents’ house, watch movies together, stay up late talking, and finally, Colson and I retire to my old bedroom. The bed is far too small for us, but we don’t mind snuggling so we can both fit. We had very sneaky and hopefully very quiet sex, and now we’re lying naked in bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms. I’ve never been so happy in my entire life.

“Are you ready to leave tomorrow?” Colson asks me, his fingertips stroking lightly up and down my arm. 

I nod. “Yeah. I am,” I say. “It’s bittersweet, like I said, but I’m ready to start a new life with you.”

Colson smiles against my hairline. “Can’t wait,” he says. “My house is so lonely with just me living there. It’ll be nice to have you with me.”

I smile and press a kiss to his chest. “I can’t believe this is real.”

“Me neither,” Colson agrees. “I never thought anything like this would happen. Thought I’d be alone forever.”

“Me too.” I trace one of the tattoos on his chest. “You sure you’re ready for a lifetime of this?”

Colson smiles and kisses my lips. “Yeah, Pres. I’m positive.” 

In less than 24 hours, we’re standing in the doorway of Colson’s house, now my house, too. The sprawling staircase that leads up to our bedroom is welcoming. A gigantic sectional in the living room promises endless days of reading and snuggling. The pool in the backyard tempts us to go for a late night swim. And even though I haven’t even officially moved in yet, this feels like home.

Colson wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my head. “I love you, Presley,” he says. “Thank you for taking a chance on me.”

“I love you, too,” I say happily, covering his hands with my own. “Man. I can’t believe this is even real life.”

“Look around, baby,” Colson says, rocking me in his arms, reminding me that I’m home. “This is all ours.”

[sanerontheinside]

Multiples of five for the ask game, please?

ok I'm so sorry, I actually have to skip some of these or I'll never post, so there are some multiples of 5 here but not all.

5. have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate when you could have been actually writing and if yes drop a link, son

I don't feel I know enough music to make a decent instagram post these days, let alone playlists 😅

10. at what point in the process do you come up with titles, and how easy or hard is that for you?

super depends on the fic. most of the time I think I look back for a phrase or word from the text itself that fits. once or twice there was a very specific reference to something I wanted (Odyssey reference once or twice; I didn't want to name a fic 'The Lighting of a Fire' even tho silver would have let me so instead we have Kindling which feels like it has the right vibes)

15. where do you share your writing?

ao3, babey! where else am I gonna go

20. what is your favorite trope to write?

I don't get to do it a lot but probably the reconciliation/getting back together. (the thing is actually. I just re-read Count of Monte Cristo, which is a book I seriously imprinted on as a kid. yeah the revenge plots are cool and insane but... how Mercedes and Edmond see each other 18 years after an extremely traumatic separation... yeah I will never actually recover from experiencing that as a concept, ngl)

25. what’s your revision or rewriting process like?

mostly I don't have one, but every now and then I will print/open something on my phone, and retype it on my laptop. as you do this, it smooths the text you already have written. also sometimes reading a thing aloud can help but that's something I do even more rarely

40. best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.

"your characters aren't cringe/fucked up enough" —also thanks @willowcrowned that's actually a great help

50. do you plan or do you write whatever comes to your mind?

little bit of column A, little bit of column B. It's 'these moments definitely happen but the stuff in the middle will sort itself when I get there. I hope'

55. do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

well first of all they're not abandoned. they're just resting. under the floorboards. haunting me. so jot that down. things that have made me put stuff aside, in no particular order: 1. Occupational Hazards - I pantsed my way tf through a whole lot of material in there and now it feels wrong; also I needed to come up with a smaller goal for them to fix in part 2, one that isn't 'rewrite the galaxy' the way sw does, sooo... 2. major reason I set something aside - 'oh god I need to think about things' 3. I need to research a thing and the research feels daunting (any and almost all medeival-ish historical fic. technically also the Navy fic. also kinda the Ambitious Fools fic, where I've done the research but it needed time to settle) 4. I wasn't getting to the fun parts fast enough and the fun parts were far enough away from the written parts that the empty spaces were becoming an issue. (this is frankenfic. I keep thinking I'll get back to it) 5. started rewriting and that suddenly became a Huge Project and I needed to breathe a second

70. are you very critical of your own writing? how much do you find yourself editing (either during the writing or after the fact)?

I think I don't edit a lot after the fact unless it's something I want to rewrite and come back to, like uhhhhhh. well. like frankenfic. a couple times I tried with the Sith Temple fic but didn't really get all that far with it (the comments I've gotten on that one are all over the place is2g)

75. do you know how your story ends before you start writing?

usually - yes. not always tho.

80. do you try to put themes, motifs, messages, morals, etc in your writing? if so, how do you go about it?

I actually feel like I don't do this on purpose! I don't think on those levels so much as I think on the shape the story should take overall

90. do you notice your own voice in your writing style?

ooooh no I super don't 😅 I know when it changes tho. like if I read something with a very specific voice or writing style that then sticks to me like a burr - don't like that. (don't get me wrong tho—if I could sustain a Douglas Adams voice for more than 1 page, I'd for sure go for a parody piece. not normally how that works tho)

95. do you describe a character’s appearance all right away or in pieces?

i'm not sure I do, almost ever? OC's are a better gauge for this hang on... I can remember a few times when I described the character all at once, at least in broad strokes. There's at least one character where I very much avoid this because their whole Thing is hiding their appearance. but lately I feel like I really don't describe them, so definitely not all at once if at all

[foggysirens]

👀 That WIP wouldn't happen to be the one I asked about before, would it? Because I have a couple other thoughts. Such as, does Cas ever find it hard to look at Luke & Leia because of how brightly they shine in the Force, is Sam Grogu's fave member of TFW because he likes to be tall, and is Bobby around (and how does the og trio react to a gruff softy of a father figure?)

Also, I'll have to check out that fic when my brain let's me read things again, I've been curious about destiel fic before, but the sheer volume of them is intimidating af. 😂 Congratulations on the pie, it looked amazing, and I'm certain Dean would be very excited, too. For your amusement, I have just today gotten a third RL friend to start SPN even though I've only made it about halfway through so far myself (I WILL finish it eventually, my brain is just uncooperative atm.)

close! the wip is actually the star wars supernatural!au rewrite ive begun to write with leia and luke as hunter siblings with leia as sam and luke as dean because i am obsessed with the idea of the twins being the Michael and Lucifer vessels and the angst of it all and anakin works so well as john and padme as mary and obi-wan as bobby and hmmnnag

anyways it’s going well but it’s going to be an ORDEAL

im gonna put a read more here to answer the rest of your ask cause i have THOUGHTS

OKAY holy shit the spn/sw crossover has been living in my head rent free too and i am now obsessed with the idea of cas just staring at luke and leia because of how bright they are in the force and dean gets really jealous because he is the one that cas usual stares at until cas tells him that while the force within luke and leia is beautiful, it’s like looking directly into the sun - harsh and violent and blinding - but the force within dean is like wading into a cool lake - safe and soothing and his - and deans not so jealous anymore

grogu absolutely loves sam because he’s quieter than the others and he clings to sams back and does not let go and it takes twenty minutes of din trying to pry him off and eventually having to bribe him with cookies to make him let go but half an hour later he’s back tugging on sams leg to be picked up and honestly? sam loves it and makes a little carrier to put him in so grogu can hang out and walk around with him all day :) they also get along well cause sam is a sassy shit and so is grogu

BOBBY i didn’t even think about bobby but yes i can absolutely see him as like a gruff mechanic peli motto type who back in the day was a records keeper of coruscant but after the empire took over moved to tatooine and took up shop as a mechanic there and once sam and dean join the rebels he ends up moving to one of the bases to help with intel gathering and acts as a missions coordinator - and as for the og trio i think luke would see a lot of uncle owen in bobby so i think he’d take to bobby right away and they’d get along great, leia would be absolutely fascinated by him and they’d take galaxy politics all the time, but i think he’d butt heads with han the same way he does with dean sometimes and dishes out a lot of tough love to that idjit

as for fic! if you’re curious about destiel fic id also recommend psalm 40:2 by unicornpoe (which altered my brain chemistry irreversibly) - tell me about the dream by playedwright (a s6 divergent au which had me rolling on the floor screaming) and spiders by opal_bullets (this fic made me have a mini-breakdown at work over my love for dean winchester) i also have many more recs and love sharing fic so if you do end up dipping your toe into the fic pool and want more let me know!

AND THANK YOU I ABSOLUTELY MADE THAT PIE WITH HIM IN MIND BECAUSE I AM UNWELL SO THAT IS A WONDERFUL COMPLIMENT AND HIGH PRAISE - i also love that you are getting irls into spn that is such a power move - and also i haven’t actually finished the entire series either i stopped watching ages ago at s10 and i have just actually finished s11 for the first time!!

thank you so much for the ask! sorry about the sheer volume of this answer post and i hope you had a happy New Year’s Day!

[djarins-cyare]

Hi! I've been in fandom a long time and always tended to short fics, less than ~15k. I saw the reviews on Be-All and Endor and decided to give it a go. I'm so glad I did!! I literally downloaded it on my Kindle for easier reading and oh my goodness your work is truly amazing! I love the thought you put into the linguistics and characterization and all of the SW research! So I just wanted to say thank you for writing it, this is one of the best written works of anything I've ever read. (I'm actually going to get back to reading it now!)

Hi! Thank you so much for giving Be-All And Endor a go despite its length - I’m so glad you’re enjoying it! 💖

A ~400k word fic can definitely seem like a huge amount to get through. I used to stick to shorter fics too, until I accidentally got addicted to one that was over 200k long. And the best thing about it was that there was so much more room for character development.

Din is such a beautiful mystery, and I knew when I came to write my own fic that I wanted to delve into who he really is at his core, yet keep him as true to the show as possible. So I figured mine was gonna be looong too! 😅 After 15 months, a whole load of research, and writing ~400k words… I hope I’ve managed it! 🤞🏻

So I truly appreciate the leap of faith that readers who are accustomed to shorter fics are taking when giving Be-All And Endor a try, and I’ll be forever grateful to you and anyone else willing to spend time reading it.

I hope you continue to enjoy the rest!!