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masterlist of stories

• feed my tea habit: ko-fi •

✨list of wip✨

completed works

-- NEW [MAY/26]

you're my only hope • quinlan x obi-wan • series •

a prompt collection for quinobi and star wars

strength and magic • merlin x gwaine• series •

a collection of merlin/gwaine fics

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-- critical role [aramán]

take hold of all your books and fold the corners • halandil x bolaire • one-shot •

Halandil Fang is dead.

-- critical role [exandria]

the edge of the blade • caleb x essek • multi-chaptered •

"I'm already married," Essek lied. “Oh,” his mother uttered, thoroughly unimpressed, “to whom?” Oh fuck, he thought to himself.

baby it's cold outside • caleb x essek • one-shot •

The string of Zemnian curses from the kitchen made Essek smile fondly as Caleb clattered around the overstuffed cupboards in search of his quarry. The evening had improved with Caleb’s infectious childlike joy as a blackout left them in pitch darkness in the midst of a blizzard. Something that had irked Essek terribly before Caleb had listed a few ideas to make use of their time.

through dangers untold (and hardships unnumbered) • caleb x essek • one-shot •

A brief respite from Aeor's dangers

keep me warm • caleb x essek • one-shot •

Essek had almost entirely forgotten about Caleb's harness getup from the Nein's first audience with the queen...almost.

a winter's crest detour • caleb x essek • one-shot •

Essek’s less than anticipated Winter's Crest plans to spend the holidays with his unwanted fiancé get off to a rough start when his flight is rerouted to the middle of nowhere. He winds up trapped with fellow strandee Caleb, who manages to turn Essek’s entire world upside down and might just change Essek’s life for the better.

layers • caleb x essek • one-shot •

Caleb growled, “Too many layers.” “Patience is a virtue,” Essek laughed delightedly.

ghost stories • caleb x essek • one-shot •

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

old habits die hard • caleb x essek x molly • one-shot •

Wizards, if left unattended, will not look after themselves.

a dangerous game • caleb x essek x molly • one-shot •

Mollymauk has learned that the most dangerous situation is politics.

to be in someone else’s coat • caleb x essek x molly • one-shot •

Molly and Caleb walk Essek home.

all eyes on me • caleb x essek x molly • one-shot •

Training your wizards is a very serious endeavour that requires a great deal of cunning.

my girl got guns • beauregard x jester • one-shot •

Beauregard attempts to impress Jester on their date.

i've loved you for a hundred years • caleb x essek • series •

based on a tumblr post spiral where caleb is groundhog daying essek's execution

whistle sweetly • caleb x essek • series •

the courting practices of the kryn dynasty

long may they reign • caleb x essek // caleb x essek x molly // caleb x molly // kingsley x caleb x essek // molly x essek • series •

A collection of tumblr prompts that I have completed...compiled here mostly so I don't have think of individual titles for them all.

your eyes aren't rivers there to weep, but a place for crows to rest their feet • caleb x essek • series •

caleb and essek find themselves in a politically arranged marriage

-- star wars

let's do the time warp again • quinlan x obi-wan • multi-chap

Obi-Wan closes his eyes on the Death Star. Obi-Wan opens his eyes on a Nubian Cruiser.

its dangerous to go alone, here take this • quinlan x obi-wan • one-shot •

“Juicy mark,” his drinking partner slurs in Huttese. Quinlan resists the urge to snap his head towards whatever poor soul has caught the slavers eye now. He blinks slowly maintaining the appearance of a man too deep in his cups and slowly turns to find none other than Qui-Gon Kriffing Jinn waltzing down the sand packed road with a stupid amount of confidence and absolute zero environmental awareness as per usual. Force karking damn it. or the one where Quinlan joins the gang during The Phantom Menace

(I will wait) and hope • quinlan x obi-wan • series •

my entries for the Established QuinObi Bingo

you're my only hope • quinlan x obi-wan • series •

a prompt collection for quinobi

your hand in mine • cassian x jyn • one-shot •

For all the ugly things they had done, their entwined hands looked beautiful together.

-- the witcher

what's new pussycat • lambert x aiden // lambert x aiden x jaskier • series •

a prompt collection for lambert/aiden or lambert/aiden/jaskier

within you • geralt x jaskier • multi-chaptered •

“I have come to take back the child surprise that you have stolen from me-” “Stolen dear Witcher? I have stolen nothing, I rescued Ciri. I think it’s you attempting to steal from me.” “Give her back!” “Why? It’s not like you wanted her in the first place.”

there's magic in misdirection • geralt x jaskier • one-shot •

A bard knows how to read the room.

sword and shield • geralt x jaskier • one-shot •

One griffin is a nightmare, two is a death sentence.

family matters • geralt x jaskier • one-shot •

“Oh shit!” Jaskier exclaims quietly diving under the table and huddling next to Geralt’s legs.

a kiss with a fist • geralt x jaskier • one-shot •

Jaskier finds trouble defending Geralt's honour.

inpot gods • geralt x jaskier • one-shot •

"If I don't make it back from where I've gone Just know I loved you all along"

-- merlin

strength and magic • merlin x gwaine• series •

a collection of merlin/gwaine fics

-- other fics I’m proud of

to protect you • the mummy • ardeth x jonathan • one-shot •

Ardeth patches up Jonathan after the scarab's attack.

a new path • z nation • roberta x sun • one-shot •

Warren let herself breathe in the possibilities.

truth at the end • olrox x mizrak • one-shot •

“You’ve seen the devil then? Waiting for me?” a character study of mizrak in season 2 episode 8

#masterlist #needed a wee revamp so wa la

may

monthly goal: 10500 actually written: 20337 total days writing: 18 percentage: 194% fic focused on the most: blood and whiskey

signed up for the wip big bang aka the finish your shit bang to encourage myself to keep going and finish blood and whiskey, so far we're on track. 7/19 chapters complete so far! i also have been putting in a far bit of work on a sneaky witch hat atelier little wip.

#monthly update

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Merlin (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gwaine/Merlin (Merlin) Characters: Gwaine (Merlin), Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gaius (Merlin) Additional Tags: One Shot Collection, Ficlet Collection, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Compliant, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together, Magic Revealed, Merlin's Magic Revealed (Merlin), Post-Magic Reveal, Kissing, Angst with a Happy Ending, Suicidal Thoughts, no beta we die like arthur Summary:

a collection of merlin/gwaine fics

#merlin #merwaine

jaskwritesthings

happy star wars day!

(ao3)

⭐

Quinlan comes to slowly, his thoughts and view hazy and warm. There’s a feeling in his heavy limbs that lets him know he’s going to be stiff once he attempts to move, the consequences of passing out on the couch that he’s all too familiar with, but beyond that he’s not quite sure what woke him from his surprising and pleasant nap.

Something niggles at the back of his mind, a concern that demands more conscious thought to unravel but he brushes it aside like a persistent fly in the lazy summer heat in favour of snuggling back into the cozy warmth beside him, letting the soft slow rise and fall of the pillow beneath him rock him back towards a deep and restful sleep. His bare hand slips against sleep warm skin and he catches the faint flutter of recognisable memories, Obes memories, as familiar to him as his own at this point. Quinlan smiles to himself before burying his face in Obi-Wan’s neck, letting the lingering tension leave his bones with a happy sigh. It’s rare thing these days to sleep or rise next to Obes, their busy separate schedules conspiring against them, so Quinlan shoves the growing concern away in favour of enjoying the rare moment they have together.

When was the last time- he ponders for a moment, the molasses like thought quickly sours as the waking world abruptly and sharply reminds Quinlan its been far too long since he had a decent rest and there’s a particular rowdy Twi’Lek shaped reason for that. He shoots upright, blinking away the sleep and spreads his awareness around the far too quiet apartment, unsurprised by the distinct lack of mischievous teenage padawans.

Kriffing karking kriffing Sith Hells.

Quinlan groans, already missing the momentary peace he had enjoyed and pokes at the bond between him an Aayla, relieved to find her within the temple. And in the presence of Anakin it would seem, judging by the giggling warmth that shakes along their bond like muffled laughter, they’re having fun and Quin can’t wait to discover how much when he receives the irate communications later.

At least it’s within the temple this time.

Time to buy Tholme another ‘sorry for my own teenage years’ gift, Quin thinks to himself as he scrubs a tired hand down his face with another loud groan.

“Quin?” Obi-Wan asks, half aware and sleep drunk as he paws weakly at Quin’s chest trying to pull him back down into his arms and Quinlan goes willingly because he is a strong Jedi Shadow and master of the Force… except when it comes to Obi-Wan. Whatever their mischievous troublemakers are concocting can wait, let the kids make their mistakes and deal with the consequences, as Tholme always told him, it builds character. He never did figure out how one builds character on dish duty for the entire temple and he’s not entirely sure Tholme wasn’t full of shit but he’s happy to pass this lesson down and see if Aayla can figure it out. She’s smarter than both of them after all.

#evening reblog

happy star wars day!

(ao3)

⭐

Quinlan comes to slowly, his thoughts and view hazy and warm. There’s a feeling in his heavy limbs that lets him know he’s going to be stiff once he attempts to move, the consequences of passing out on the couch that he’s all too familiar with, but beyond that he’s not quite sure what woke him from his surprising and pleasant nap.

Something niggles at the back of his mind, a concern that demands more conscious thought to unravel but he brushes it aside like a persistent fly in the lazy summer heat in favour of snuggling back into the cozy warmth beside him, letting the soft slow rise and fall of the pillow beneath him rock him back towards a deep and restful sleep. His bare hand slips against sleep warm skin and he catches the faint flutter of recognisable memories, Obes memories, as familiar to him as his own at this point. Quinlan smiles to himself before burying his face in Obi-Wan’s neck, letting the lingering tension leave his bones with a happy sigh. It’s rare thing these days to sleep or rise next to Obes, their busy separate schedules conspiring against them, so Quinlan shoves the growing concern away in favour of enjoying the rare moment they have together.

When was the last time- he ponders for a moment, the molasses like thought quickly sours as the waking world abruptly and sharply reminds Quinlan its been far too long since he had a decent rest and there’s a particular rowdy Twi’Lek shaped reason for that. He shoots upright, blinking away the sleep and spreads his awareness around the far too quiet apartment, unsurprised by the distinct lack of mischievous teenage padawans.

Kriffing karking kriffing Sith Hells.

Quinlan groans, already missing the momentary peace he had enjoyed and pokes at the bond between him an Aayla, relieved to find her within the temple. And in the presence of Anakin it would seem, judging by the giggling warmth that shakes along their bond like muffled laughter, they’re having fun and Quin can’t wait to discover how much when he receives the irate communications later.

At least it’s within the temple this time.

Time to buy Tholme another ‘sorry for my own teenage years’ gift, Quin thinks to himself as he scrubs a tired hand down his face with another loud groan.

“Quin?” Obi-Wan asks, half aware and sleep drunk as he paws weakly at Quin’s chest trying to pull him back down into his arms and Quinlan goes willingly because he is a strong Jedi Shadow and master of the Force… except when it comes to Obi-Wan. Whatever their mischievous troublemakers are concocting can wait, let the kids make their mistakes and deal with the consequences, as Tholme always told him, it builds character. He never did figure out how one builds character on dish duty for the entire temple and he’s not entirely sure Tholme wasn’t full of shit but he’s happy to pass this lesson down and see if Aayla can figure it out. She’s smarter than both of them after all.

#star wars #quinobi #star wars fanfiction

wip wednesday

here's a wee sneaky peek at wee fic i've been working on since the beginning of the year. side note: imagine my delight that i actually came damn close to canon we hadn't yet known about a-booyah! we'll get to that later though, anyway enjoy!

This new body is young enough that ravages of time haven’t yet settled completely into the bones so Bolaire takes some quiet joy in being hunched over his desk without the old dull annoyance of pain to distract him for the first time in a while. It’s the little things he’s come to appreciate over the years.

He peers through the enhanced magnifying glass at the tiny scratches in the tablet, mask practically resting face first upon the artefact as he examines the almost imperceptible inscription's courtesy of the tiny fae folk that has remained quite hidden within the border for nearly two centuries.

If they weren’t a fascinating and somewhat petty commentary on the treaty the tablet’s larger text was based upon, he’d have dismissed them for one of the activists to document in his stead rather than strain himself trying to read through the incredibly small and terrible handwriting. But they are a delightfully bitchy insight into the moment within history that no-one currently living could know. The treaty itself is a pretty standard affair, run-of-the-mill and absolutely dull by the age’s standards. The commentary, however, paints a delightful little picture into the moment two warring Orcish clans came together under the watchful eye of the fae folk to put their differences aside and - [oh], this leader had an illicit affair with the other leader’s son that ended disastrously, how marvellously scandalous.

Bolaire chuckles as the fae’s note keeper has a few pointed comments about that and apparently their terrible taste in big folk.

“Something interesting my friend?” Hal asks from the door and Bolaire snaps upright having been completely engrossed in the unfolding tale surreptitiously hidden in the margins of a ancient treaty. He hadn’t noticed his dear companion’s arrival.

“Hal! I wasn’t expecting you, everything alright?” Bolaire asks, getting up to greet his friend whilst subtly checking over his shoulder for trouble.

“Everything is well, this is purely a social visit,” Hal assures him and Bolaire relaxes.

“How delightful,” he says truthfully.

#critical role #halaire #wip wednesday #critical role fanfiction #cr4 #cr spoilers

monthly(s) update

in february i had to say goodbye to my beloved cat morgana so you can imagine everything normal got tossed out the window. i wrote but it wasn't structured it was just grieving. therapy has really helped and im feeling a lot better and im slowly but surely returning to some kind of normality so lets see if i can get back into the swing of things with these updates.

february + march

i poured all of my grief and severe manic energy that i got stuck with into take hold of all your books and fold the corners and just about every major and minor diy project in my home in an effort to deal with my pain over morgana's loss. eventually the manic energy began to dissipate and i stopped crying over random things as much, which left me to deal the crash out and exhaustion at the tail end of march and into april

april

monthly goal: 10000 actually written: 6442 total days writing: 11 percentage: 59% fic focused on the most: blood and whiskey

welcome to the crash and recovery, the good news is draft of blood and whiskey got completed and now i'm several chapters into the editing process, taking it day by day trying to be kind to myself and slow the fuck down

#monthly update

for the Quinlan in the Dumpster: Reclamation of a Trope from @quinobievents, enjoy!

“Sorry, come again?” Eri asks because he did hear the man currently rooting around one of the large rubbish collectors correctly, he just can’t quite believe his ears. Eri’s no expert on the matter but Jedi seem far too refined and fancy to be found on the third level, let alone in one of the dingier corners of the dark floor.

“Jedi business,” comes the same response, though significantly less friendly now, there’s a level of resigned exhaustion to the voice that suggests to Eri this not the first time this dumpster diving citizen has had to repeat himself and perhaps the number is no longer even in double digits.

“Jedi business…in a dumpster?”

“Yes,” is the tired answer and a chunk of metal goes flying to the other end of the large dumpster with ease that has Eri’s hand finding the but of his taser.

“Are you feeling okay? Still connected to reality?” Eri curses himself for the question immediately following the display of strength that far outstrips his own. He’s alone and out matched, with a potential crazy person. Eri has not been trained for this.

The man - Jedi? Perhaps, though doubtful - peeks out of the dumpster to level Eri with a truly disappointed and unimpressed face from beneath thick dark locs that matches what most of his tutors and his own mother looked like while he was growing up, “That’s how you ask if someone’s having a mental health crisis?”

“I panicked!” Eri splutters feeling a little defensive and embarrassed.

The man rolls his eyes skyward and mutter’s to himself quietly, though not quietly enough to go unnoticed by Eri, “What are they teaching the kids in the guard these days?”

“Look sir-”

“It’s ‘pardon citizen’,” comes the pointed correction from the depths of the rubbish, again sounding distinctly like a disappointed teacher. Eri feels more shame and the usual corresponding wave of anger gurgle unpleasantly in his gut and his next words are a touch sharper for it.

“Sorry, citizen-”

“No, you got me correct, but the standard greeting is ‘pardon citizen’ helps avoid pissing off everybody,” he’s corrected, again. Bafflingly, considering his would-be-tutor is still neck deep in one of the worst levels rubbish while Eri palms his weapon.

“Uh…are you trying to teach me how to do my job whilst rooting around a dumpster claiming to be a Jedi?” Eri questions because he’s distinctly feeling his own break with reality right about now and wants to check this is really happening. Maybe Coruscanti officer wasn’t the best career choice, but they didn’t mind the lack of high grades or the record of bar brawls for poor decision-making a couple of years ago and Eri needed the credits if he was ever to get out of his mother’s flat.

“Kid-”

Eri bristles, “I’m over the age of majority-”

“Kid, you suck at your job,” the man states, completely ignoring Eri as he gracefully and supernaturally flips his way out of the dumpster. His attire screams smuggler with his leather vest and trousers and impressive shoulders on open display but the glint of metal at his hip that draws Eri’s eyes can’t be mistaken for anything but a lightsaber.

There’s an old style small comm unit floating out behind him in a very deliberate way as if to say ‘see, actual Jedi’. It lands in the Jedi’s hand, and he plugs it into a small tablet. Eri catches a glimpse of lines upon lines of code that make no sense before he turns his attention back to the man currently ignoring him.

“I just started today!” Eri yells, feeling the embarrassment burning across his face.

“Go back to training before you piss off the wrong person,” the man - Jedi - says a little gently but firmly, not at all condescending but Eri feels his fists clench regardless.

“I was supposed to be training, but they’re short-staffed with the chancellor’s gala so-”

That at least makes the Jedi soften to Eri for the first time, “they shoved you out the door without a manual, huh?”

Eri deflates, recognising the teasing tired tone that comes from someone who’s familiar with the bureaucracy he’s facing and the level of shit actually involved with wading through it, “Yes. I didn’t even get a partner.”

The Jedi sighs, “Alright, I’m sorry for snapping. Been a rough day hunting down these arseholes, and then they just had to throw their unit in the rubbish…seriously why does every criminal think that magically makes the evidence disappear? This level doesn’t even get collected till the end of the week! Kriffing idiots… well makes my job a little easier though its annoying to go through to find one little comm unit. Still, shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

Eri blinks, once again baffled by this man, “… Thank you… I’m sorry too,” he replies a little haltingly.

“Word of advice kid,” the Jedi ignores Eri’s insulted face with a charming smile, “Start with pardon citizen and just always aim for empathy. Most people don’t need handcuffs, they just need an ear.”

“I’ll keep that in mind… Master?” Eri says awkwardly, remembering the title most Jedi carry and hoping the Jedi will actually introduce himself at least for Eri’s damned report.

This Jedi just smiles, laughter lines crinkling around his dark eyes, scrunching the strange gold tattoo across his nose and cheeks, “Classified, nice try kid. Good luck with the job, try to avoid getting punched in the face.”

Before Eri can gather his wounded ego to respond to that, the Jedi has pocketed the comm unit and small tablet and launched himself up a level with a jump that shouldn’t be physically possible.

“What the kriff…” Eri mutters to himself, deciding peace officer is perhaps not the job for him after all.

#star wars #quinlan vos #star wars fic #quinobievents

one of the main reasons i post my fics is so i can read them in bed...cause when im working on a fic and have the late night urge to go reread what ive written that requires getting up out of bed to go turn on my damn laptop to get my fix and that is just unfair

#thinking about the merwaine oneshot i cooked up earlier #its bedtime but i wanna explore it some more wwwaaahhh

my ass today with a surprise new wip i didnt plan for that i just put nearly 5k in with no sign of slowing down or finishing up any time soon:

#i had a plan for what i was working on this year and this wasnt even on the radar #fml #merwaine has me by the throat at the mo

i am one chapter away from completing the first draft of my accidental warlord!jaskier fic blood and whiskey! its already over 40k words and i expect to double that in version 2 so its a big boy! i'm so excited, so yeah if anybody's been following along for *checks notes* nearly two years...woof...time to get hyped for later this year!

#the witcher #lambden #lambdenier #aiden x lambert x jaskier #fic: blood and whiskey

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role: Aramán (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death Relationships: Halandil Fang/Bolaire Lathalia, Bolaire Lathalia & Shadia Characters: Bolaire Lathalia, Shadia (Critical Role), Halandil Fang Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Wakes & Funerals, Emotional Hurt, Hurt No Comfort, Heavy Angst, no beta we die like Thjazi Fang, we are dealing with our own grief by putting the blorbo in a blender, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Summary:

Halandil Fang is dead.

#critical role #cr4 #halaire #halandil fang #bolaire lathalia

monthly update: january

monthly goal: 10000 actually written: 14109 total days writing: 19 percentage: 140% fic focused on the most: blood and whiskey

back at it again once more, with feeling and hopefully 100% less health problems...ok that last one is a stretch to ask for but i cAN HOPE OKAY

anyway...i focussed entirely on blood and whiskey this month and was able to complete 5 draft chapters, woo! that means if i stick to my outline there's 7 more chapters to go before we begin version 2 which is where i go back add everything i missed and clean up the mountain of spelling mistakes and fill in any plot holes. i'm enjoying myself and it feels good to get back into the swing of things!

here's a wee sneak peak:

#monthly update #fic: blood and whiskey

✨2025 ROUNDUP✨

⭐ CRITICAL ROLE ⭐

whistle sweetly • caleb x essek • series •

the courting practices of the kryn dynasty

long may they reign • caleb x essek // caleb x essek x molly // caleb x molly // kingsley x caleb x essek // molly x essek • series •

A collection of tumblr prompts that I have completed...compiled here mostly so I don't have think of individual titles for them all.

⭐ STAR WARS ⭐

let's do the time warp again • quinlan x obi-wan • multi-chap

Obi-Wan closes his eyes on the Death Star. Obi-Wan opens his eyes on a Nubian Cruiser.

(I will wait) and hope • quinlan x obi-wan • series •

my entries for the Established QuinObi Bingo

you're my only hope • quinlan x obi-wan • series •

a prompt collection for quinobi

⭐ THE WITCHER ⭐

what's new pussycat • lambert x aiden // lambert x aiden x jaskier • series •

a prompt collection for lambert/aiden or lambert/aiden/jaskier

⭐ CASTLEVANIA NOCTURNE⭐

truth at the end • olrox x mizrak • one-shot •

“You’ve seen the devil then? Waiting for me?” a character study of mizrak in season 2 episode 8

⭐ ARCANE ⭐

jayvik modern au drabble

vanco pre-canon drabble

#critical role #shadowgast #widomauk #shadowmauk #star wars #quinobi #the witcher #lambden #castlevania nocturne #mizrox #lambdenier #2025 roundup #arcane #jayvik #vanco

18 and 19 for the fic ask meme! <3

hi buddy!! thanks for the ask!! 💙💙💙

18. How do you decide what POV to write in?

vibes, the stars, divine intervention? honestly it depends entirely on the story who gets the pov potato. there's no particular pattern really just what the story calls for, though i do tend to aim for who can i cause the most angst to so some blorbos get it more than others

19. Do you work on multiple fics at once or only one at a time?

i tend to throw myself wholly at one of my big fics at a time with prompts and drabbles to keep the adhd gremlins from derailing my focus though im not always successful but its the plan that counts i gueeesss?

Neighbourhood writer ask game

#jask answers #kcrabb88 #thank you for the ask my friend

Neighborhood writer: 4, 16, 22!

4. Do you save your ‘cut scenes’ from your fics? (Want to share one?)

yyeeeeppp i can sometimes have entire folders dedicated to 'cut scenes' from fics, in fact ruin my 'obi-wan raises the twins' fic originally never went near tattoine and was instead going to be based on lah'mu (it was also a kind-of-but-not-really obikin story mostly exploring the very complicated relationship between anakin and obi-wan but that's been folded into the newer plot so its not completely lost but i am now fully throwing obes into a competent polycule rather than blorbo-blendering him into angst ridden hell) so here's a snippet of that side of the fic where obes is all on his lonesome raising twins, enjoy!

Obi-Wan observed the work they’d done, it wasn’t pretty but it would hold and more importantly the twins would be warm and dry. Well, warmish, he thought as he eyed the failing heater with a sigh. The heat coming from it was weak and occasionally dropped off as the power failed momentarily. The cot hovered in front of it regardless. Leia dozed, belly full and gas patted out of her. Her brother was held delicately in Obi-Wan’s arms, the bottle firm grasped by his fisted hands as he struggled to fight sleep over a warm meal. Obi-Wan caught himself smiling softly at the young boy. Five days he’d had the twins, five days and he was fully prepared to burn down the galaxy for them. It no longer baffled him how Anakin had fallen, looking at Leia and Luke, holding them, Obi-Wan could feel how easy it would be to fall in their defence. Obi-Wan took the empty bottle from Luke’s lax grip and carefully tucked the boy onto his shoulder to pat at the boy’s back until the he burped up the gas as well as some spit that had Obi-Wan sighing tiredly. He’d forgotten the cloth. Luke slept contentedly, blissfully unaware that once again Obi-Wan’s clothes smelled of baby vomit and it was a smell that never truly left him now, nor was it something that faded into the background. It stubbornly refused to become something his nose was used to. With the twins fed and sleeping, Obi-Wan turned to his own meagre meal and a few pieces of flimsi for his notes on how to improve the farm. It would take months of hard work before the farm would be in order, he was unlikely to make it to harvest, even if he planted now. So this year would be lean. He’d have to rely on fixing driods for the community to make ends meet but at least he could be assured that the following year would be better. With that in mind, Obi-Wan settled into a quick meditation before finding sleep himself.

16. How do you write your fics? (Handwritten, google docs, word, etc)

scrivener & libreoffice my beloved!

22. What is one of your favorite tropes to write?

time-travel fix-its, gimmie the blorbo older and wiser and riddled with angst and shove them into their younger lives with the benefit of hindsight and hopefully a large mean weapon and i am one happy wee camper. i just love a good what-if and dissecting everything that comes with those changes and sometimes the whole 'the love was there but it never changed anything' of it all, fave thing to read, fave thing to write

Neighbourhood writer ask game

#jask answers

the-apocrypha

Ask Your Neighborhood Writer

Everyone on my dash has been doing this very fun writer's ask game but it's 50% based on WIPs which, as some of you know, are not my strong suit. So when this one popped up on my dash this morning, I decided--why not?

How many WIPS do you currently have?

Do you prefer oneshots or longfics?

What was the last thing you looked up for a fic?

Do you save your ‘cut scenes’ from your fics? (Want to share one?)

Where do you get your title inspiration from?

Do you listen to anything while you write? Or do you prefer silence?

What fic are you the proudest of?

Has anyone ever drawn fanart for one of your fics before?

What time do you prefer to write? (Day, night, etc.?)

How much do you write before you post?

Do you outline your fics before writing them?

Have you ever made a moodboard for a fic? (Do you want to share it?)

Have you ever made a playlist for a fic? (Share?)

What is something you really like about your work(s)?

Do you look at comments right away? Or save them for later?

How do you write your fics? (Handwritten, google docs, word, etc)

Do you regularly discuss your fics, or do you keep most of the info to yourself before you start posting?

How do you decide what POV to write in?

Do you work on multiple fics at once or only one at a time?

What made you start writing?

What is something that no one has caught about one of your fics?

What is one of your favorite tropes to write?

Do you post your fics on a schedule?

Do you have any writing goals? (Word counts, chapters, finishing fics, trying something new?)

Is there a scene you are dreading writing? (Want to share what it is?)

What is your favorite part about writing?

What is a question that you never get asked about your fics that you really want to answer?

Do you prefer canon compliant fics or AUs?

What fic are you the least proud of?

Is there something you would go back and change about a fic if you could?

How do you stay motivated?

Out of all your fics, what is your favorite title?

What is your favorite line from *insert fic name here*?

Have you ever done a collaboration? Would you?

Favorite review you’ve gotten?

Are/were you surprised by your top fic? (hits, kudos, comments, anything)

Favorite genre?

Fic idea you’re most excited to get to?

Do you have a preferred writing snack/drink?

Happy Endings or Sad Endings?

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