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Fire Works With Sparks - A Wolfwren story

A/N: Hello everyone! Happy two year anniversary of Ahsoka! Today, I bring you a fluffy one-shot in which Shin is a firefighter who hates fireworks and Sabine is a pyrotechnician who cannot leave her alone. Here is an extract and if you want to read the full story, the link will be at the end! Enjoy!

The firefighters jumped out of their truck in full gear and worked like a well-oiled machine to hook up the hoes to the truck and spray down the fire until only smoke remained. By then, the whole team had gathered some feet away to watch them work. Ezra and Zeb were so unconcerned that they even came back with a bowl of popcorn.

“I should have become a firefighter,” Zeb decided. “Sometimes it seems safer than working here.”

Sabine huffed but didn’t protest, instead reaching over for a fistful of popcorn. She was the best at what she did for a reason, and you didn’t become the best without cracking a few drones and launchers and trees, and one time, a cake.

Once the fire was under control, the captain removed his helmet and went to speak with Hera. He was an older man with dark gray hair, though he still looked quite strong for his age. Since the danger had passed, Sabine neared the truck, where she spotted a firefighter placing the hoes back into its compartment. When she caught a glimpse of Sabine, she turned to her and held out a hand.

“Please stay away from the truck,” she ordered.

Sabine stepped back with a scoff. The woman must have been about her age, with hard green eyes beneath her black helmet.

“I just wanted to thank you is all,” Sabine replied.

“You can thank us by stopping whatever you’re doing.”

“Making fireworks?” Sabine replied with confusion.

“I heard it’s the fifth time we’ve had to intervene here.”

Sabine tried not to look too ashamed at the firefighter’s accusatory tone. It wasn’t always her fault, and also there were times where they didn’t call them because the fire was minimal. So, it was technically more than five times, but she wasn’t about to brag about that.

“I mean, I would promise that if I could, but…”

The woman shook her head and walked away, giving Sabine a good look at her name at the back of her jacket, Hati.

“What is her problem?” Sabine muttered in her wake.

Full Story Here

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PSA for fanfic writers

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I truly truly believe that the most important thing you can do in fandom is be a cheerleader. comment on fics. reblog art and rave in the tags. support the people making the things you want to see. this is how you keep a fandom alive. this is how you get more of what you want. you never know: that person could have decided to make more just because you liked it.

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Contributor Spotlight: @whiteravengreywolf 💜

Meet Coralie, one of our Writers! Thinking about the next family sushi night is enough to undo her.

Find Coralie on other socials as: AO3: WhiteravenGreywolf (18+)

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Reblog if you’re grateful for your commenters <3

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hey, did you know that the world is a better place because of your creations and art and writing, no matter how niche or how many people see it

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a comment a day keeps the insanity at bay

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The first chapter of Original Sinner is officially up! I hope you'll enjoy it <3

I had the honor of collaborating with the wonderful @whiteravengreywolf and I'm so happy to finally be able to share a sneak peak of her new story titled “Original Sinner” that will be posted tomorrow, and let me tell you, you're not ready for what's coming because the story is amazing 👀

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So excited to begin this story tomorrow but even more excited that you can finally see @crow-moon 's incredible edits!!!

Original Sinner is a sci-fi, cyberpunk story where Sabine is a detective who partners with Shin, a reluctant droid.

The first chapter will be up tomorrow so I hope to see you there!

I had the honor of collaborating with the wonderful @whiteravengreywolf and I'm so happy to finally be able to share a sneak peak of her new story titled “Original Sinner” that will be posted tomorrow, and let me tell you, you're not ready for what's coming because the story is amazing 👀

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Normalize leaving unhinged comments on ao3 fics you like. I'm tired of being the only one brave enough to write "I am chewing on this fic" in the comment section. Be weird. Authors will love you for it

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Retirement? - A VelKleya story

A/N: Hello everyone! Here comes part 2 of my Once a Rebel series, which involves a desk and Vel realizing one of her fantasies... It's obviously E rated. Here is the begining and if you want to read the whole story the link will be at the end!

Vel rounded the speeder to open the other side and helped Kleya out, and her partner rolled her eyes but didn’t complain. Vel liked to do those small acts of gallantry, perhaps because she missed the Rebellion and its heroics, so she’d had to scale back. Though Kleya liked to pretend that she was resistant to them, she hadn’t told her to stop yet, which Vel knew meant she appreciated them.

She’d driven her brand-new speeder to a platform on the edge of the crater in downtown Hanna City, where the debris had long since been removed and a dozen cranes were each working on rebuilding a different tower.

“Where are we?” Kleya asked as she looked over the construction site.

“Actually, what I wanted to show you is over here.”

Vel pointed to the windows behind Kleya. The circular façade was made up of two long panes of glass on either side of a rotating door. Kleya approached curiously, pausing against one of the windows to look inside of the building. Vel stared at her, chewing on her lip. This was supposed to be a surprise, but she was suddenly reminded that Kleya didn’t like surprise – who could blame her? Maybe she should have talked to her about it first.

“What is it?” Kleya asked as she moved aside.

“Well, this used to be a bank. A Sculdun bank, actually, but with the bankruptcy and all that. Anyway, it has a vault in the basement and a lot of display room.”

Vel placed the key against the reader and the door unlocked, letting her inside. Kleya followed, her eyes scanning the room like only a spy could. There was a central staircase leading to a counter at the end and platforms on either side that once housed desks. Kleya looked it all over and stopped near the counter, so Vel joined her, her elbows leaning over the slab of white stone. From up there, they had a perfect view of the whole shop, but because of the angle, they couldn’t be seen through the windows from the outside. It was another thing Vel liked about the place. They had the high ground.

“I’m not sure I’m following,” Kleya said finally. “Did you buy this place?”

“Since I now have more money than what I know what to do with, and we’re both bored out of our minds, and you told me you missed the gallery sometimes… I know it wouldn’t be the same, but if you’re alright starting again… And you’d be in charge here. You can boss me around,” she added with a chuckle.

FULL STORY HERE

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"i don't comment on ao3 because i don't wanna be annoying or weird" skill issue + you greatly underestimate the power dynamic here, writing multi paragraph comments is like feeding a bunch of deeply insane and possibly starved ducks at the park and watch them go completely mad over having received a piece of bread

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Once a Rebel - a VelKleya story

A/N: Hello everyone! I know everyone has already written their version of VelKleya during the rebellion era, but I had to make my own. The first chapter set on Yavin 4 is up, here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end.

The sound of alarms blaring over the base drew Kleya out of the hut.

The past few days had been a different kind of hell, and she had done nothing but stay in Vel’s home, surrounded by the wood and twill of the walls like she was in a cocoon. Vel had done her best to keep her moving, even as there was nothing Kleya would like more than become one with the planks on the floor.

Any hope of retrieving the Death Star plans had been dashed when Cassian had died. They’d all known it, or else why would Mon have been evacuated off the jungle moon? She had offered to take Vel with her, but Vel had refused – to keep an eye on her, Kleya knew – and Kleya would have refused even if she’d been offered. There would be no rebellion with the Death Star orbiting the galaxy. Her life’s work, a desiccated plant before it had bloomed.

Kleya stood a moment in the doorway of the cabin, watching as a formation of a dozen X-wing zoomed over her head, then another. On the ground, the rebels were more agitated than ever, rushing toward the temple at break-neck speed. For the first time since her arrival, Kleya decided to follow them. Her legs felt weak as her feet touched the dirt ground of Yavin 4, but the more she walked, the steadier she felt, as if she were soaking up the determination of the people brushing past her.

There had been a sliver of light when a trash-heap of a ship – Vel’s words, not hers – had landed on their base, returning both the Princess of Alderaan and the plans to the Death Star. Vel had informed her a few hours ago when she’d brought her lunch, but no news had reached her since. Now, Kleya recognized this moment for what it was, a crossroad for the galaxy. Either those plans that so many people had died to retrieve helped them destroy the Death Star, or the galaxy would be plunged into darkness for eternity.

As she broke through the trees in the direction of the old Massassi temple, a final squadron of X-wing rushed over the tree line. A group was gathered at the edge of the tarmac, watching the sky in horror. Though Kleya knew she shouldn’t look, she turned around. The Death Star was like a ghost in an otherwise clear sky, and Kleya could only stare. She had imagined something big, but not this big, not this eye as big as the moon itself. For a second, her muscles were paralyzed in place. How could any of them ever think that they could destroy something like this? How had the Empire built something so massive without anyone noticing?

The questions were sobering. Pondering over impossible situations was something Kleya had become an expert on in those past few years. While the rest of the ground troops remained stunned in abject horror at the humongous battle station revealing itself over the horizon, she walked toward the temple. Not to hide – there would be nowhere to hide when that laser beam struck – but to check in on the situation within.

She brushed past the people huddled in the entrance of the temple and tried not to look at them – men, women, even children, babies probably born on the base. Though the thought was dark, she thought it better if they all died together, here and now.

The agitation outside didn’t seem to have reached the hangar, which, now empty of X-wing, looked like a ghost town. People had left hose laying on the floor and ladders barely out of the way. There was no point cleaning it all up if none of the pilots could land that shot anyway, Kleya could respect that.

A small crowd congregated at the edge of the command center, where the remaining leaders of the Rebellion waited anxiously for result. Two people had been put in charge of keeping everyone else out, which was understandable. No point in over-crowding the room when it wouldn’t help the impossible situation. Still, Kleya pushed her way through to the front, only to find herself face to face with Vel.

The red-head hadn’t had an easy couple of days either. Cassian’s death had rattled her deeply, and the hope he tore out of her was like a black hole, sucking what little light she still possessed. Yet still, in those last few hours, she had chosen to stay on Yavin 4. She had chosen to stand between the recruits she’d trained and the command center, and pray that the pilots knew what they were doing.

“You chose one hell of a moment to leave your bed,” Vel told her when she saw her, her attempt at humor wasted on Kleya.

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Hey, so, please don't slide in my DMs in hopes that I'll commission you. If you want to draw art for my characters, that's fine, but if it's without my asking, please, don't beg me to pay you if I didn't ask in the first place. That sounds rude, but it's also rude to force a commission on someone without them asking. That's not how to get clients and that's basically trapping people to pay.

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The modern Original Character Creator experience.

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