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grxceful-ly · 6 months
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DAY TWO: “MEMORIES” @sabezraweek
"He’s probably running around with Zeb or something.”
“I just saw Zeb,” Hera said thoughtfully, hand to her chin. “Alright, I’ll just comm him.”
“I’ll do it!” Sabine burst, holding her hands out. She and Hera stared at each other for a few of the longest moments of her life before she flicked some hair out of her face and gestured back into her room. “I have something I wanna ask him, anyway. About. Art. You know. I’ll tell him you’re in the cockpit?”
Or: The one where they're each other's (but no one can know).
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swsapphics-ao3feed · 28 days
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Bo-Katan exhausts herself into a coma and crashes straight into Ursa’s bed. She knows the best way to thank her for not kicking her out. (Mando’a title translation: thank you/lit. I accept a debt)
Words: 999, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F
Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze, Ursa Wren
Relationships: Bo-Katan Kryze/Ursa Wren
Additional Tags: Oral Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Lesbian Sex, 2 scary sapphics! what if they kissed?
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sudden-stops-kill · 1 year
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eepy-pleepy · 2 years
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Felt it in my Fist, in my Feet, in the Hollows of my Eyelids
Written for Suptober22 Day 4 - Wicked and also Horrornatural22 Week 1 - Graveyard, Wrath, Teeth
Rating: E
Dean whump, soul + grace bond, Handprint Lore, trans-dimensional fuckery, world-shifting first times
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“Sam, I swear to god, keep your elbows over there.”
“I can’t help it, Dean,” Sam said, stabbing his shovel into the ground for emphasis. “Dig faster, we’ll be done sooner.”
Dean shot Sam an irritated look, wiping sweat from his brow. It left a dirty streak across his forehead.
“We should have hit something by now.”
“Then we’ll hit something soon, won’t we,” Sam said, and forced his shovel into the dirt hard. It chipped against something solid.
The ground quivered and shifted beneath them and they both flailed to keep their footing.
“What the hell was that?”
“Uh, I probably just hit a tree root.”
“Do you see any trees nearby?”
“Doesn’t mean there weren’t any before, Dean.”
“Whatever, Sam. Don’t hit it again.”
Dean sank his shovel back into the soil, grunting when it struck something solid and skewed sideways. The ground shook again, and this time it didn’t stop. The dirt began to loosen and roil, sucking at their boots.
“Dean!”
“Shit! Go go go!”
Sam hauled up out of the grave, his shovel tipping over and immediately succumbing to the tumultuous earth. Dean couldn’t get a good footing, struggling to pull his legs free and only sinking deeper. Something sharp dug into his calf and Dean yelled, throwing his arms up towards Sam in a panic.
“Sam!”
Sam clasped Dean’s arms tight and heaved. The dirt wall of the graveside began to crack under his feet. Below, Dean sank up to the knees in the angry soil — and then abruptly came free, kicking up onto the grass next to Sam in a mad scramble.
They watched as the last of the dirt trickled through two arced rows of long, pointed teeth. Slimy flesh contracted and pulsed, unseen jaws shifted and a tongue flexed lazily, and then there was nothing but a wide-open mouth at the bottom of the hole, where there was supposed to be a pine box full of musty bones.
They stared.
“Sam, tell me you see it too.”
“I see it,” Sam said, reedy.
The tongue lifted and they scrambled backward fast, their shoes kicking several dirt clods into the open grave. The ground juddered as the mouth thrashed and screeched its offense, dry and grating. Sam grabbed Dean under the arm, yanking him up to run as plumes of dust coughed into the night air.
They tumbled for shelter behind an eroding monument and Dean hissed, clutching at his leg. He twisted the ripped denim of his jeans until it lined up with a bleeding gash in his calf.
“Shit. Son of a—”
“Quiet!”
Silence descended like a mist.
They peered around the monument. Yards away, dust was settling around the open grave, a few last trails of dirt landsliding down from the exhumed piles on the grass. Dean nudged Sam’s shoulder.
“Go look.”
“You go look!”
“Sam, I’m injured.”
“Coward.”
Keeping low, Sam crept over to the gravesite, pulling his gun from his waistband and clicking off the safety. He kept it aimed and at the ready as he approached, craning to see into the hole.
He lowered the gun.
“It’s gone,” he called back.
“What?” Dean tried to stand but sank back against the headstone with a groan through gritted teeth. Little flashes of light danced in front of his eyes. The pain was worsening by the moment, rising sharp and hot and overwhelming as his adrenaline waned. He could feel blood soaking into his sock.
“Shit.” He fumbled to remove his belt, wrestling against it when it got stuck in the loops. His breath sounded too loud in his ears.
“Dean?” Sam came back around the headstone and fell to his knees, dropping his gun in the dewy grass. Blood was oozing dark and hot past the tear in Dean’s jeans, glistening as black as tar in the moonlight.
“Jesus, Dean, this looks bad,” Sam said, freeing Dean’s belt with one tug and starting to wrap it around Dean’s thigh.
“Told you,” Dean ground out, pressing his shoulder blades against the gritty headstone at his back. His vision was wavering, shadowed around the edges. Sam yanked on the belt, tightening down the makeshift tourniquet as hard as he could. Dean growled and bunched his hand in Sam’s jacket, the darkness surging and almost dragging him under. He fought against it, clawing to remain conscious while Sam scooped Dean under the shoulders and knees to pick him up.
“We need to wash that out and stitch it up now. Come on.”
Sam heaved Dean up from the cold, wet grass, took one step, and froze.
Someone was standing by the open grave.
“Cas?”
Continued on Ao3
~ 6k words
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astrumocs · 1 year
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How come no one has said anything to me about spelling judgement with an e in it I did Not know that’s the British way of doing it I am losing my gourd..
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wren-der · 1 year
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Just finished re-watching Hana Kimi (Hanazakari no Kimtachi e) and 15 years later I still don't understand how Ashiya doesn't choose Nakatsu. sigh.
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holofishes · 2 years
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"You come here often?"
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brutal-nemesis · 9 months
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Hi there buddy, my name is Athena. I'm coming to say hi, see how you're doing and this is a chance to ramble about your wips. Is there anything you've written recently that youre proud of or stuff like that?
As for things I've written recently, the newest chapter of my ongoing series Erebus & Terror is something that I just posted that I'm happy with! It's the end of the first half of the series and it's a point I've wanted to at least get to, no matter what, and I always told myself that even if I never finish the story I want to get to this point no matter what. Not that I have any plans of stopping, but it was just a goal I've had for years.
Another piece I'm really proud of that didn't really get much love is Collarstys, which is a collab piece about Castys on SV-240 that I wrote with the bestie @galaxywhump that we both love a lot. It was so much fun to write together and we both really love how it turned out, so hopefully more people will appreciate it with us someday ❤
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cupcakes-oc-corner · 1 year
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WELL YEAH YOU ONLY TAGGED ALL OF MY BOYS
Only some of them Josef isn't in it
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w4yf1nder · 2 years
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update: i am a xiao kisser now
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swsapphics-ao3feed · 1 month
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Shin’s eyes narrowed in on the fresh rush of blood that streamed down Sabine’s chin.
“Technically,” The other woman mused, “Rules would say I won.” She goaded, leaning down further—so close now that when the droplets of blood fell from one face to another, it was Sabine’s bleeding lip dripping onto Shin’s this time.
or,
after god knows how long spent on the sin of sion, shin and sabine have only one rule to their sparring sessions; winner is whoever ends up on top.
Words: 4418, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Star Wars: Ahsoka (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F
Characters: Shin Hati, Sabine Wren
Relationships: Shin Hati/Sabine Wren
Additional Tags: She/They Shin Hati, Fighting, Hair Pulling, Grinding, a little bit of power play, Biting, Blood, Force Bond (Star Wars), Choking, a little introspective tbh, Fingering, god these two drive me insane, they drive each other insane too
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sudden-stops-kill · 1 year
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incorrectpizza · 1 year
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Things my friends said while watching Rebels for the first time
Spark of Rebellion edition
"Okay, so, Kanan and Hera are dating." "THERE'S A ZEB????" "Might as well kiss already." "I dunno…" "Just kidding." "Hooverville for Star Wars." "Fouuund family." "I like this show. It makes Old Republic references." "Chastised." "That is so violent. But it's funny too. It's disturbing." "Look, that doorway! It's not a rectangle." "Wait, where's the child? Who had the death grip on him?" "Oh no! This is so bizarre." "Wonder what Dedra thinks of him (Kallus)." "Wait! Is he Rey's brother?" "I mean. It's not completely unlikely." "My main theory now. Okay, it doesn't make sense." "Ah, he loves those vents! Guess he's pretty small." "In cartoons the impossible is possible. But like, this would not be believable if it wasn't a cartoon. But it's funny." "He just throws him around…(giggling). It's amazing!" "Everything looks weird! Except for the stormtroopers. They don't look weird." "Well, now he's going to have an arrest warrant out for him, if he hasn't already." "Did you hear that scream?" "Yeah, Wilhelm scream." "Ah, that was shocking! Man, this would not be funny if this was live action." "Anyway, super weird." "They all always look sad, so I don't actually know what they're feeling." "Kid shows more Jedi signs than Luke Skywalker did in A New Hope." "Those are wonderful sounds." "Also, his facial hair is horrible."
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astrumocs · 10 months
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Mik anon you’re never gonna fucking believe this but you can draw characters that aren’t yours, it’s okay.
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spookyboywhump · 1 year
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I feel like there was some level of care put into both Zander and Cain’s first and middle names from their parents. Like there was some real thought in there somewhere. And then Wren’s mom just wanted his name to start with an E to match Everett-
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