#AlyssAlenko

[hawkeykirsah]

Get To Know Me

Thank you for the tag, @alyssalenko!

🌸 Three Ships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley (my current obsession), Commander Shepard/Kaidan Alenko (my constant love), and, hmm, let's go with some more CoD, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/John "Soap" MacTavish

🌸 Favourite colour: A nice dark bluish-purple

🌸 Currently reading: Mostly fanfiction tbh although I did start a Peter Tremayne novel a few weeks ago because I was in the mood for a whodunnit but then my partner also started reading it and I think he left the book at work. At any rate, I can't find it at home ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

🌸 Last song I listened to: Coming Undone by Korn

🌸 Last film I watched: That's a very good question, lmao. I was going to say The Others but I know I've watched other movies after that but I can't for the life of me remember which ones

🌸 Currently watching: Rewatching Star Trek Voyager on my own and Stargate: Atlantis with some online friends

🌸 Currently craving: Döner

🌸 Coffee or tea: Tea

Tagging whoever wants to play!

[heroofshield]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers ♡

In no specific order:

slow rolling thunder during a summer storm

2. when a fanfic I'm following updates

3. I get a comment on a fanfic I wrote

4. spending some time crafting

5. playing my favorite video game

[alyssalenko]

Breaking Free

Written for the @loveinfaerunexchange. Astarion gets the hug and intimacy he deserves after defeating Cazador… (I wish we'd had the option to hold him when he was crying after killing Cazador so I wrote it myself.) AO3

Astarion sinks to his knees, a pathetic sob escaping his lips as the dagger clatters to the floor, you feel your heart breaking before dropping beside him and enveloping him in your arms, his body sagging in your embrace. He clings to you, sobbing into your shoulder as you rub your hands comfortingly up and down his back and arms. It takes a few moments for him to pull himself together enough to deal with his siblings and the spawn in the cells, but he doesn’t let go of your hand the entire time, your touch his lifeline, his rock. When you make your way back to the Elfsong, instead of heading for your suites with the rest of your party, you guide him to the baths to wash the dirt and blood and ritual off of him. He doesn’t fight you as you divest him of his pants and underwear, having pushed himself far beyond his own limits, but you want to make sure he knows that he isn’t alone and that you aren’t going anywhere. You hold out your hand, Astarion taking it to steady himself and letting you guide him to the tub, your grip sure and secure as he steps into the water, and sits down slowly, red eyes fluttering closed as you ease into the tub behind him, drawing a small, contented sigh from his lips.

“I’m so proud of you.” You whisper as you run your hands through his white hair, fingertips massaging his scalp.

Astarion leans back against you, his head on your shoulder fingers finding yours beneath the water and lacing them together as you press a kiss to his cheek. Neither of you speak but you don’t need to. Your vampyr is quiet, almost contemplative, still trying to wrap his head around everything that happened and process that Cazador is dead—no more looking over his shoulder; he’s finally free and that’s going to take some getting used to. Luckily, you plan to be by his side every step of the way as he figures out what to do with his newfound freedom. He burrows deeper into your embrace, lifting your linked hands out of the water and staring at them, his grip tightening like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. You nudge him with your shoulder and give his hand a gentle squeeze as he gazes at the darkness that has settled outside the small window above the tub.

“I should probably start getting used to the shadows again. Who knows how long I have left in the sun?”

“You did the right thing, stopping the Black Mass.”

“I know.” He huffs. “That doesn’t mean it stings any less. Maybe never seeing the sun again is just the price of freedom.”

You can feel your heart breaking at the despondent tone of his voice; getting tadpoled, while not ideal, had given him so much—autonomy over himself, the ability to stand in the sun, friends, and love, and he wasn’t ready for all that to disappear. If you have your way, it won’t—you’ll find a way for him to bask in the sun when this is all over and The Absolute is defeated; between Sorcerous Sundries and Gale, you have a wealth of knowledge at your fingertips whenever you need it. You fumble for the soap with the hand he doesn’t have clutched to his heart, and run it gently down his torso and his arms building up a sudsy lather. When you finish you ease him back into the water to help him rinse off before the two of you clamber out of the tub together. You wrap him in a fluffy towel, using the fabric to pull him closer so you can kiss the tip of his nose.

“I’ll be with you either way. I hope you know that.”

“I think I do.” Astarion looks you directly in the eyes as he catches your hands in his, tone shifting to teasing as you gently dry the water droplets clinging to his skin. “Assuming we survive, of course. Because a horrible death is always just around the corner with you.” You laugh and he shoots you a small smile, fingers curling around yours as he leads you over to the pile of your clothes, a flicker of vulnerability running across his beautiful face. “There’s…something I’d like to show you, if that’s all right? Something out in the city.”

“Of course.” You nod as you grab your shirt off the pile and pull it over your head, the two of you donning your clothes in companionable silence.

“It isn’t far.”

Astarion grips your hand as soon as you’re both dressed and leads you from the baths, away from the Elfsong and he doesn’t let go as you wind through the darkened streets of Baldur’s Gate to a desolate and out of the way cemetery. The graveyard is appropriately silent—there isn’t a proverbial soul around as he stops in front of a lone headstone covered in ivy that clearly hasn’t been maintained, staring at it for a moment, before he releases your hand and carefully moves the vines. He wipes his hands on his pants and takes a step back so you can read the simple epitaph carved in the stone:

Astarion Ancunín 229 NR—268 NR

And suddenly you realize the importance of this moment, glad he’s finally lowered his walls and is letting you all the way in, trusting you with this piece of himself. His trust isn’t misplaced; you two have been through so much together, and the love you feel for him will never go away—you’ll be by his side as long as he’ll have you and you plan to show him he can rely on you every single day.

“Nearly two hundred years and I never came back. Not since the night I woke up down there. I had to punch a hole in the coffin and claw my way through six feet of dirt. Then when I finally broke the surface, retching up dirt and congealed blood, Cazador was waiting. From that day on I was his. Until today.”

You step closer and gently cup his chin in your hand, his piercing red eyes gazing into yours. “You were never his. Whatever he had, he took by force.”

“Maybe, but he did take it. There’s almost nothing left of the person I was. Just a name on a rock. For nearly two centuries I stalked the streets like a ghost while the person I was lay here, dead and buried. Now I need to figure out who I am. What I want.” He shoots you a small, tentative smile and it makes your heart soar, but you want to hear him say it—to use his newfound autonomy and voice what he wants, having never had anyone to hear it before or have it matter.

“And what do you want?”

“You…I want you. You were by my side through all of this. Through bloodlust and pain and misery. You were patient. You cared. You trusted me when that was an objectively stupid thing to do. I feel safe with you. Seen. And whatever the future holds for me, I don’t want to lose that.”

“You won’t. Whatever comes next, I’ve got you.”

Astarion heaves a sigh of relief. “Thank you. Well, I should probably fix this.”

You watch him as he pulls out a dagger and kneels in front of the tombstone, digging the tip into the worn rock and carving out a number—a new date you realize with a burst of affection. He sits back on his heels, his eyes flicking from the headstone to you and you find yourself gazing at the edited writing; a promise of a new life—a new beginning.

Astarion Ancunín 229 NR—268 NR *468 NR—

You hold back for a moment, giving him time as you cast your eyes around and lean over to pick a nearby white flower from the ground, laying it beneath the epitaph on the soil of what was once his grave. Astarion cocks an eyebrow at you, a small smile on his face, as you kneel beside him.

“Cute. I’ve been dead in the ground for long enough, It’s time to try living again.” He turns towards you and takes both of your hands in his, a wistful smile on his face. “With everything that life has to offer.”

“Meaning…?”

“If a night of passion is on offer, I could be persuaded.” He gives you that lopsided smirk you’ve come to expect when he flirts with you as he rubs his thumbs across the back of your hands.

You give his hands a squeeze. “Sounds good to me.”

He drops your hands and rubs his palms nervously on his pants, a shaky breath rattling past his lips. “You know, I didn’t care for you when we first met. But I do now. Being with you is about more than lust or manipulating you into a tactical alliance. I love you. I love this. And I want it all.”

You smile at each other, Astarion reaching out and cupping your face, brushing your cheek with his thumb. He leans forward and presses his mouth against yours in a sweet kiss. He pulls back and cocks his head to one side bracing his hands against your shoulders and giving you a gentle shove. You fall back into the grass, his gaze sweeping over you and you can't miss the hitch of his breath as he takes you in, the look on his face like he wants to devour you and you bite your lip. A smirk tugs at the corners of your lips as he crawls towards you, his leg hooking yours to drape it over his hip and the stretch of your muscles at the action makes you gasp. He nestles himself between your thighs and rocks his hips, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss, his mouth opening against yours, tongues colliding as his hands tangle in your hair. He sighs contentedly as you wrap your arms around him, pressing every inch of your body to his.

And you know that this is how you want to spend eternity…

[alyssalenko]

I feel called out...

[swtorsummerexchange]

2025 SWTOR SUMMER EXCHANGE

Welcome to the SWTOR Summer Exchange, where we celebrate the wonderful world and characters of Star Wars: the Old Republic.

Any questions should be sent to this blog or one of the mod team: @commander-krios, @finchmarie or @alyssalenko​​

Exchange Info- AO3 Collection | Tagset | Sign-up Form | FAQ

2025 Schedule

Nominations open: June 8th, 2025

Nominations close: June 22nd, 2025

Sign-ups open: June 29th, 2025

Sign-ups close: July 27th, 2025

Assignments go out: July 28-30th, 2025

Works due: September 21st, 2025

Works revealed: September 28th, 2025

Creators revealed: October 5th, 2025

Minimum Requirements:

- 1000 word piece of fanfiction of a quality you would be happy to receive   OR - a clean lineart drawing, of good resolution and of a quality you would be happy to receive.

Reminder: This is an all ages exchange so no explicit sexual content is allowed.

[guacamolleee]

blue water at dawn

(Read on AO3)

Creators were revealed early! I'm happy to show off my gift for @alyssalenko for the @aromanceforthedragonages exchange 💖

For some bonus fun, I had Alistair's Rose by The Dread Halla Tavern on repeat while writing this. Give it a listen!

Explicit. 3,744 words

“The Orlesian ambassador even sent those little frilly cake things you liked at dinner.”

“Did he?” she answered and he could hear his heart in his ears from just the small curl of painted lips, his stomach making flips when she moved to toe her heels off, a flash of ankle under stockings. Then her eyes were on him again, watching him through her lashes. “Remind me to send a thank you note in the morning, husband.”

“Husband,” he said to himself, then made those eyes at her, big and glittering, like even he couldn’t believe it quite yet. "Wow.”

—

Or, King Alistair and his Queen have their wedding night.

Preview under the cut

“Well, that was something, wasn't it?” Alistair grinned at her, wide and toothy, the blush high on his cheeks after they had finally made their getaway from the reception. “No tripping on the aisle, sweaty palms kept to a minimum.”

She smiled back, reaching for her earrings and unclipping them. “No diplomatic incidents.”

She pressed the earrings to the bedside table and swept her hair to the side, baring a long, slender neck to the air. She wiggled her eyebrows when she caught his stare and Alistair looked away, face hot and the curtains suddenly very interesting, and cleared his throat.

“And no diplomatic incidents! Very important that.” He was on the other side of the room now, finding two goblets laid out for them, a bottle of a very fine vintage next to it. Not that Alistair could really tell, but the year was older than he was, and he was the King. That probably meant something. “The Orlesian ambassador even sent those little frilly cake things you liked at dinner.”

“Did he?” she answered and he could hear his heart in his ears from just the small curl of painted lips, his stomach making flips when she moved to toe her heels off, a flash of ankle under stockings. Then her eyes were on him again, watching him through her lashes. “Remind me to send a thank you note in the morning, husband.”

“Husband,” he said to himself, then made those eyes at her, big and glittering, like even he couldn’t believe it quite yet. “Wow.”

If someone had told Alistair he would not only be the King of Ferelden but also married to the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on — that chose him despite it all, that loved him in return — in all under a year, then he would have thought someone else had put them up to it. Tease the new Warden recruit, they'd say, pinch his cheeks and laugh when Alistair inevitably scrunched his nose and went ha-ha, right, and I'll be dancing the remigold at the reception in my small clothes too.

No, they'd answer, you'll be forced to learn a cross-step waltz in less than a week and hope you aren't stepping on your new wife's toes.

(Read on AO3)

[naromoreau]

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words (feel free to interpret however you would like; if not on AO3, can be on Tumblr or FFNET, etc)!

It's been years since I did something like this but here we go! 1. Here goes most hits but it's also most kudos: Not a Mounted Dildo But A Fuck Machine, fic I wrote with my partner in crime @summerofspock and that remains as one of my favorite things I've ever written.

2. Most comments: Remarkably close, Mark of The Serpent also with Summer.

3. Most bookmarks: I wanna offer arise, my darling, and go forth to not repeat my first link. It's my priests AU.

4. Most words: Given I already named my first place with my numer two, I'm offering Honey Sweet, my Sugar Daddy AU!

5. Least words: omg I wrote this almost five years ago. It's a dialogue only fic with less than 500 words, and it's terribly silly: Is that an Euphemism in your Pocket?

Thank you for the tag, @outrageousring5655!!

Tagging: @summerofspock, @themoonmothwrites, @chamyl, @entanglednow, @alyssalenko, @forlornmelody and everyone else who wants to join!

[alyssalenko]

Assan yawning. Very important. That is all.

[pikapeppa]

Year-End Writer's Roundup: 2024 edition

It’s that time of year, writer friends: time to take stock of what we’ve been up to this year! Tagging to literally ANY AND ALL WRITERS who would like to participate — seriously, if you write and you see this, please take this as an invitation to fill it out! — but I’ll throw down some tags from the top of my head: @contrivedchaos @iamcayc @midnightacrobat @elveny @johaerys-writes @crackinglamb @alyssalenko @vorchagirl @auntie-coagulant @sweetorangepoptart @himluv @mwasaw @varric-tethras-editor and GENUINELY anyone else who wants to join in!

Words written (published or not, WIPs totally count too!!): 882 674. A decrease compared to previous years, but there is a good reason for this (even though I need to keep reminding myself that it’s a good thing) — more details below.

Smut scenes: 44 — similar to the past few years.

New things I tried:

I wrote a fully-fledged poly ship for the first time with Halsin, Astarion and my Tav, complete with feelings and all! I’ve written sexual-only threesomes/moresomes before, but this is the first time I’ve had there be actual romance as well as sex. 

Significant M/M sexy time, including anal sex. I probably won’t write anal sex again for personal reasons, but I’m glad I dabbled at least.

I wrote something that I do not intend to post publicly, purely just for me. More on this later.

Fic I spent the most time on: 

My Astarion/Tav fic, just based on sheer number of words alone.

Fic I spent the least time on:

My Zoro/Reader fic, Relentless. These three chapters came together (HUEHUE) so quickly based on the sheer force of Zoro thirst. NOTHING LIKE THAT THREE-SWORD STYLE TO GET US WANTING HIS FOURTH SWORD 🤣

Favourite thing I wrote: 

This is tough this year aaaaaaaa. The Teia/Viago fic was one that I’d been wanting to write since 2020, and I’m grateful to the Veilguard hype for resparking that flame and making it happen. I LOVED writing all of my Halsin smut because Halsin just makes me SO CRAZY (I genuinely think he might be the one singular videogame boyfriend I’ve felt the most feral about). My Rolan/Tav fic felt like it was born from a very bright spark of inspiration, and I had a fun few weeks just blasting through writing that. 

But my #1 fave thing to write might have been the One Piece Sanji/OC fic that I am not planning to publish. Not publishing means there’s been no pressure to “make it good” or to figure out every detail of timelines/lore/OC backstory etc, so I can just do whatever I want. And that freedom to just make the fic mine, for me, has been really valuable this year. 

Favourite thing I read: 

Oh fuck, I read basically nothing this year HAHAHA. But I did read this one Sanji/Nico Robin smutfic that I REALLY loved. And I absolutely devoured a novel by one of my fave authors (Grown Ups by Marian Keyes) during our mini-vacay to Florida in February.

Writing goals for next year: 

My only goal for the coming year is this: to write only what I really WANT to write.

This probably sounds obvious, but it’s a whole thing that’s tied up with expectations of myself and self-worth and blah blah blah, so the rest of this post will be a bit of a personal essay that you can feel free to pass on HAHA.

I started therapy last year, and I’m in the part of my “therapy journey” now where one of the things I’m working through is the fact that I hold unhealthily high expectations of myself in basically every realm of my life. I force myself to suppress/compartmentalize/ignore my own feelings because I prioritize other people’s feelings over my own, and I spend a lot of my time focusing on things that I think I “should” be doing, at the expense of my own comfort levels/needs/physical or mental health etc. (ELDEST SISTER SYNDROME ANYONE?) And unfortunately, over the years, this way of operating has insidiously snuck its way into my writing.

When I first started writing fanfic in 2017, the writing was entirely born from an overwhelming desire to just get out this story in my head and make it a reality. I started writing for no other reason than because I wanted to. But as time went on and I gained a lovely following of readers, I started prioritizing my readers’ desires over my own. In particular, I’ve gotten too caught up by the idea of being That Writer™ who posts frequently and who finishes her fics: two qualities that I have often been praised for. This led to a habit of sticking to very strict schedules of always posting at least one chapter of something every single week — and if I was working on more than one fic, I would pressure myself to post a chapter of each fic every week. I would pressure myself to do this even when my back pain and migraines started flaring up in 2020, because I did not want to disappoint my readers.

To be clear: all of this was pressure coming from myself. Nobody was telling me I need to post every week or that I need to finish everything I write; I was the one holding myself to these insane standards. But for years, I’ve been able to meet these standards, and it hasn’t been a problem — or so I thought.

Then this year happened. Therapy stuff happened and health stuff got worse, and for the first time ever, I started having days where I just could not make myself write. I would sit at the computer for hours, unable to conjure any words. For some of my fics, this meant weeks or even months between updates. Sometimes when the words finally came, the writing felt like a struggle or a chore rather than an act of love, because I was doing something that I felt like I had to do rather than something I really wanted.

This has been absolute fucking torture for me. I felt so shitty about myself for not being able to do the one thing that I legitimately love doing the most in the world. This was especially distressing because I have given writing advice before stating that when you’re writing a long fic, you sometimes have to write shit you don’t want to write before you can get to the good stuff. And the fact that I’m struggling to do this now has left me feeling like a hypocrite and a failure for not being able to follow my own advice. 

To make things worse, some of the fandoms I’ve been writing for have been… unresponsive. The ratio of hits to actual comments has been pretty abysmal. The lack of engagement and encouragement just added onto the feelings of shittiness and inadequacy, as though I was failing to meet readers’ expectations somehow, and I can’t lie: it was part of why I stopped writing for one fandom this year, and I’ve never felt so bitter about finishing any fics as I did with a couple of the fics I wrapped up this year.

With time, a lot of tears and self-castigation, and ongoing therapy sessions, I’ve slowwwwwly realized that I am being unkind to myself by holding myself to such high expectations, and that I need to actively combat these expectations by refocusing on writing things that I want to write rather than worrying about disappointing my readers. I’m also working on writing only when I want to and when I feel good, i.e. not forcing myself to write when my head is throbbing or when I’m in too much pain to sit in my office chair. 

To this end, I have been writing some One Piece fic that I have no plans to post publicly: fic that is entirely self-indulgent fun. And it’s actually been the best exercise in returning to the hedonistic selfish joy of writing what I want, which is why I started doing this in the first place. Moving forward, I’m going to keep working on writing for myself first and foremost. I’ll strive to write what only what really sparks joy for me, and if that means my word count keep dropping year after year, I will try to remind myself that this is a good and healthy thing, since any words that I write should be a gift to myself first and foremost. 

[alyssalenko]

Aw thank you for thinking of me, @thefrostyshepard. It's been kind of a rough day and this made me smile. I will pay it forward to @starsandskies @pikapeppa @schoute @vorchagirl @naromoreau @cipherninethousand @foofyschmoofer ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

(Sorry for tagging you guys twice. I had to delete the original reblog because it was kind of screwy)

Send to 10 other bloggers you think are wonderful. Keep this going to make someone smile. 💚 (no pressure)

Thanks moth!

@foxgirlwizard @stellathebracer ah fuck it @nebulaaaaaa you @mothheart (she needs it) @nuttybutseriousetash and everybody else in my Outpost (not the travelers one) @caprindo @sand-cat-void-vibes @taxfraudcatboy and @daniel-nerd

Please keep this chain going!

[vorchagirl]

WIP Wednesday (or Whenever)

Well, it isn't Wednesday, but I got tagged @himluv @mustardprecum @alyssalenko @trash-nerd @skullypettibone @persimminwrites @mcgeeki @serensama and I have been writing recently, so I thought I would share something from Untouchable and Parasite.

I'll tag @silurisanguine @woundedsoul12 @ashenlavellan @bioware-bard @blightedbutdelighted @tarasmom @julie-spirit-finn @amarmeme @badwolf626 and anyone who wants to join in :)

Untouchable

“Well, well, Cousin. Fancy seeing you here.”

The voice stopped him in his tracks, and Lucanis spun as the blight tendrils shifted around him, revealing Illario - his cousin unmistakable despite the physical changes. His skin was marred by black veins, and his eyes were like endless pools of darkness, but what disturbed Lucanis the most, was how neat and tidy his cousin looked. As though he had taken pains with his appearance despite the monstrous transformation of his flesh.

2. Parasite

The wreckage from the Nomad's crash was still burning when the Tempest set down precariously in the bottom of the ravine, and Seth disembarked with Cora hot on his heels. His initial embarrassment about Sage overpowering him had turned to fury when she'd somehow been able to steal the Nomad, and then a sick kind of horror when he'd heard the Nomad had crashed. Seeing the wreckage up close turned the horror into a tight awful panic.

No one could survive this.

But Sage couldn't be dead.

She couldn't be.

He needed her.

He could get along without their mom and dad, but she was his other half, and he needed her.

[swtorsummerexchange]

2024 SWTOR SUMMER EXCHANGE

Welcome to the SWTOR Summer Exchange, where we celebrate the wonderful world and characters of Star Wars: the Old Republic.

Any questions should be sent to this blog or one of the mod team: @commander-krios, @finchmarie or @alyssalenko​​

Exchange Info- AO3 Collection | Tagset | Sign-up Form | FAQ | Exchange Discord

2024 Schedule

Nominations open: June 9th, 2024

Nominations close: June 23rd, 2024

Sign-ups open: June 30th, 2024

Sign-ups close: July 28th, 2024

Assignments go out: July 29-30th, 2024

Works due: September 22nd, 2024

Works revealed: September 29th, 2024

Creators revealed: October 6th, 2024

Minimum Requirements:

- 1000 word piece of fanfiction of a quality you would be happy to receive   OR - a clean lineart drawing, of good resolution, on unlined paper/digital and of a quality you would be happy to receive.

Reminder: This is an all ages exchange so no explicit sexual content is allowed.

[himluv]

Get to Know Your Mutuals :)

Rules: answer and tag six people you want to know better

Big thanks to @jenn2d2 for the tag!

1. Favourite color: Aqua! (my planner is aqua, my desk is aqua, basically everything in my life is aqua and/or purple lolol)

2. Last song: Girl Like Me by Dove Cameron (Bellario vibes babeyyy)

3. Currently reading: Things You Don't Talk About by December Ellis (a poetry collection, so far I'm really enjoying it).

4. Currently watching: Nothing. I am TERRIBLE at watching movies or tv.

5. Currently craving: Breakfast Burritos. They've been on my mind for like a week now, lol. But also, always and forever, tacos.

6. Coffee or tea: *straw slurping noises* Iced Coffee. Coffee in general, but I prefer it iced, no matter the season.

Gentle, no pressure tags for my beloveds: @vorchagirl @lonyn @pikapeppa @forlornmelody @starsandskies @badwolf626 @alyssalenko @pixiedurango @karinamay @pbtrinity and @drakanja

[alyssalenko]

Thanks for the tag @hazelestelle! I have done this once before here but I changed my cat <3. They're just so cute! I will tag @sorchacahill @forlornmelody @foofyschmoofer @illusivesoul @catherea and anyone else who wants to play!

KITTY LOAF PICREW

np tagging @moronappreciator ofc, @kaleidoscopexsighs @veryinnovative @itsjaywalkers @rottin6 @plecotusauritus @kaaaaaaarf @casstration @divinerapturee @214lilacsky @sixlane <3

[hazelestelle]

Latest Fanfics

Rules: post the beginning lines of your most recent 10 published fanfics, then attempt to tag 10 people!

@onewhositswiththeturtles tagged me, thank you <3

I've definitely written more than 10 since the last time I did this, so here we go. Links are in the text.

It’s the morning after Nat‘s birthday party, and a few of them have stayed over at her place because they were in no state to drive home anymore.

Scott Ryder wasn’t too proud to admit that he’d never had much interest in humans.

It’s been a long day, and Julia is grateful it’s over, grateful to have survived, grateful that her friends did everything they could and it all worked out in the end, of course she is.

They were deep into the woods, investigating the only lead they had on the strange disappearances that had been happening the past month.

“You should tell him.”

Derek had easily agreed to make sure that Kira got home safe.

Harry has to admit that he is a little nervous.

It was late and the Resistance Headquarter was all but deserted, but that didn’t stop Sara.

Sara was looking forward to finally going to the Nexus again.

The galaxy was saved.

This reads like a very weird fic XD

Tagging: @apiratefellinlovewithastar @alyssalenko @occhi-verdi-come-il-mare @spacerhapsody @iwillsendapostcard @softlofty @iprefervillains @vorchagirl @septemberrie @ziskandra if you want <3 (hey, I do know 10 people XD)

[alyssalenko]

This is so cute! Thank you for the tag @heroofshield!

Apple Spice, reese's peanut butter cups, silk, hedge maze, my sister, cerulean, and wind chimes.

@vorchagirl @minilev @spacebunshep @hazelestelle @wickedwitchofthewilds @starsandskies @foofyschmoofer @hunnybadgerv @pikapeppa @schoute @charlatron

it's wholesome tag game time let's list the things that make us happy

pick a smell, a food, a texture, a place, a person, a color, and a sound then tag some blogs that make you happy too <3

here's mine: lavender, cheese, fluffy blankets, the waterfall, my little cousin, sunshine yellow, crashing waves

tagging: @faenarie, @avid-idiot, @inariezaki, @levithesewerrat, @urgemii, @truegoist, @junko-en0shima + anyone else !!