Hi folks, I'm offering two cross-stitch pieces in thanks for a donation to any of the many fine charitable organizations supported by Fandom Trumps Hate 2025.

I will create a fannish, nerdy, queer, and/or gothy cross-stitch designed in conversation with the high bidder. I'm offering two pieces, one small and one large, and bidding will be run separately.

These pieces will not be photorealistic or involve a lot of shading, but I can do fun text, many fictional characters and silliness. NSFW text okay, as well as cartoony sort of nudity (if that's something you want a cross-stitch of), but nothing misogynistic, racist, transphobic, or homophobic. If you have a particular image you want stitched, please show me ahead of time so I can let you know how doable it is. Cross-stitch is basically pixel art in thread. Please see my previous work for ideas on complexity.

The auction will open on February 21 and close March 10. Any attempted bids outside those dates will be deleted.

Auction 1 - Small piece, up to 3"x5". Will complete and mail within 1 month of design finalization. Current high bid.

Auction 2 - Large piece, up to 8"x10". Will complete and mail within 4 months of design finalization. Current high bid.

These pieces will not be mounted or framed and will ship flat in envelopes unless you wish to cover the cost for purchasing a frame and shipping a larger item. They can be sewn into decorative pillows or bookmarks, or framed and displayed that way. I am happy to offer finishing suggestions.

Title: Rose Wine
Author: H. Savinien
Rating: PG-ish
Pairing: None explicit
Disclaimer: Star Wars: The Last Jedi belongs to Disney, the Lucas Estate, etc., not me.
Warnings: Alcohol use.
Word count: 330
Summary: Rose has had too much to drink.
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Rose staggered against the bulkhead, gave up and leaned against it for a moment. “Tipsy,” she muttered. There had been a bottle of sweet wine and Poe hadn’t liked it, and Finn was too busy guzzling bluemilk to cut the spice of the curry to help, and Rey refused alcohol out of general paranoia.  So she’d drunk all of it and hoped they didn’t need a mechanic until tomorrow because she could walk mostly, but didn’t trust herself to fix anything more complicated than a crooked collar.  One of the porgs that had adopted Chewbacca yelled at her reproachfully when she almost stepped on it.

“Sorry,” she told it. “Can’t help it.  Feet too compilated. Complicated.”

Finn and Poe had bunked in with Rey and she would remember where that was eventually. The Millennium Falcon just wasn’t that big.

“My sister,” she sang under her breath, “my sister. She went to the stars. 
She went to the stars and she put on their light.
My sister lit up the sky for us.
My sister lit up the stars.”

That was a song that made Poe cry for all the lost pilots. Sometimes she didn’t care. Sometimes she wanted him to cry. 

Right now she wanted to find Finn and Rey and even Poe and curl in a ball under the warm blanket and be warm and floating like a bacta tank without the smell and taste.

“She lit up the stars and she loved me, love for her goes into the light.”

Then there was the right corner, finally, she wasn’t going in circles. Rey’s bunk, with Finn’s boots lined up neatly outside it. Rose poked hopefully at the entrypad until it opened, then tipped inside, and ended up against Finn’s chest, and hiccuped, and buried her wet face against his shoulder. He made a distressed noise.

“Sorry,” she sighed. “Sad drunk.”

Rey petted her shoulder. “Bed.”

“Yes,” Rose agreed. She followed Rey’s pulling hand. “Bed.”

Title: Sorrow Lifting Slow
Author: H. Savinien
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Rogue One and the characters herein are the property of Disney and their respective actors.
Pairing: Cassian Andor/Bodhi Rook
Wordcount: 616
Summary: Bodhi Rook cuts his hair and I make up Jedhan traditions.

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Bodhi cuts his hair and it is a miracle.

On Jedha, he says, growing your hair out was part of mourning.  He’d stopped cutting it when his mother died, alone with the news out in the black on an Imperial freighter, and then he’d fled and Jedha burned and Cassian knows that Bodhi still blames himself for that sometimes. 

Cassian offers his help and Bodhi smiles and declines, and the soft snip-snip of the scissors and the patter of hair falling into the wastebin is somehow heartwrenching itself.  But with every snip, he watches Bodhi’s shoulders lighten, and that’s as much a beacon of hope as the destruction of the Death Star had been.

“It’s letting go of the sorrow,” Bodhi says, focused on the mirror.  “Being ready to move forward from the pain, not live in it anymore.”

Cassian thinks of Chirrut.  And then he considers Baze and winces.  Bodhi’s eyes flicker to his face in the mirror and Bodhi shrugs.  “Some people prefer to hold on.  That’s their right.”

“Yes, of course.”  Cassian pulls his leg out of the footrest of his chair, slumping forward a little to ease the strain on his lower back. “Are you going to be warm enough?  You should bring a scarf.”

Bodhi grins at him as he trims around his ears.  “I am a Jedha boy,” he says. “I’m used to cold nights.  Not everyone has your thin blood.  They fixed your coat, right?  It was bunching up last time.”

Cassian huffs.  “It’s fine, it’s fine.”  He subsides, watching wistfully as Bodhi runs practiced fingers across the back of his head, finding the last stray long hairs and trimming them down short.

When Bodhi has checked himself from all angles and is apparently satisfied, he turns to face Cassian and gives a little shrug.  “Well?”

Cassian’s breath hitches.  Bodhi’s long hair had been beautiful, but this suits him too, makes him look less fragile.  They have coaxed away the dark circles under his eyes over the past months, Baze with persistent feeding, Chirrut with meditation, Jyn with holos from the planets she visits, Kaytoo with dry sarcasm, and Cassian at his side at night as they take turns shaking each other out of nightmares.  With Bodhi’s skin a healthier color from sunlight, his cheeks less hollowed by stress and privation, and his hair framing his face in a short dark halo, he looks like a miracle.

Cassian throws a scarf at his head.  “Come on, we’ll be late for the party.”  He spins in a quick turn and pushes into a glide toward the door.  Bodhi laughs behind him and trots up beside him, keeping pace beside his chair.  Cassian focuses on the corridor, following the sounds of celebration to the hangar.  When they emerge into it, the space is transformed.  Lights are strung on gantries and scaffolds, tables and chairs pulled from the mess hall are scattered around laden with food.  There’s music playing and people moving to it. He hears Bodhi’s steps stop and looks up to see him, smiling a little but wistful. 

Cassian grins.  “Go find someone to dance with.”

“Someone not you?” Bodhi smiles.  “No.  I like it here just fine.  I’m staying with you.”  He gazes out over the crowd, face dropping into stillness.  “Everything’s peaceful.”

“For the moment,” Cassian says, and hates himself a tiny bit for the automatic negativity, and adds, “A moment’s long enough sometimes.”  He reaches out and wraps his hand around Bodhi’s, lacing their fingers together. Bodhi's eyes flick to his, then away.

“Long enough,” Bodhi agrees and squeezes his hand and for the first time it doesn’t feel like someone trying to save themselves from drowning.

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The End

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Notes: Cassian is using a wheelchair now because of the injuries sustained on Scarif. Bodhi's got impressive scarring down one side. Both Chirrut and Baze spent quite a while in the bacta tanks with a case of getting shot repeatedly. Jyn had a concussion and now gets migraines. K2-S0 had to be restored from a backup and is now living as an increasingly profane black and chrome protocol droid.
Inspired by: http://hsavinien.tumblr.com/post/160863336847/bodhi-cuts-his-hair-and-it-is-a-miracle-on

I've pretty much switched over to tumblr over the last year and a half.  A lot of my friends I was really active with on here moved and I eventually gave in and followed them.  Sorry.  I do still subscribe to emails for messages and comments on here.  I'll pretty much use this account to post my fic and for anything that really needs to be friends-locked and that's about it.  Still always happy to interact with you all, but for actual frequent updates, try tumblr.

Title: (From the Sky to the Ground) From the Ground to the Sky
Author: H. Savinien
Wordcount: 2,123
Rating: PG
Pairing: pre-slash Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers
A.N.: Written for the Sam/Steve Exchange on tumblr for shakespeareaddict.

Summary: Sam Wilson, the Falcon, helped defeat the Chitauri invasion as an Avenger and New York is still rebuilding. The word from S.H.I.E.L.D. is that Captain America has been found.

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