#ageless-aislynn

[empresskadia]

♥️ love train! send this to all the blogs you love! don’t forget to spread the love! ♥️ (no pressure only if u want tho ofc)

Ah! Thank you, m'dear!!!

[time-converges]

❤️ Love train! Send this to all the blogs you love! Don’t forget to spread the love!❤️

Thank you sweetie! ❤️ Right back at you!

[ageless-aislynn]

Thanks so much @jellotherelol!

Eggs: Allergic. *super duper sad face* I miss eggs, honestly. I used to love scrambled, omelettes, egg salad, sunny side up, hard boiled, they were all good.

Steak: Well done. Yes, I'm a heathen and I've accepted that fact, lol. 😉

Milk: Almond is my favorite these days

Alcohol: Never have I tasted a drop except for that one time when I was a kid when one of my cousins thought it was hysterical to give me a "chocolate candy" that was actually a rum ball. Not funny back then, dude, not funny now. (I took one bite and went YAAAGGGGH *epic grossed out face* and that was as close as I ever came to drinking in my life. 😂😉)

Warm drink: Coffee or tea

Potato: Yesplz (bring 'em on any style)!

Spice tolerance: Absolutely trash nowadays. I used to like a sorta medium to high heat level but now the ol' bod just ain't what she used to be so I stick to very mild.

Tagging anybody who'd like to do this! *boops your nose politely* 💖

[ageless-aislynn]

"It was my job to take care of you." "We were supposed to take care of each other. And we did." Master Chief John-117 and Cortana CTN 0452-9, Halo 4

[ghostslillady]

"Don't look at me like that, unless you intend to fulfill all my dark fantasies."

@deadbranch @criehours @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @ageless-aislynn @ghostssweetgirl

[ageless-aislynn]

There are 6 fics at AO3 (can't swear to anywhere else, of course) for Killer Frost/HR (The Flash) and they're all mine, lol.

I know some of my fellow writer friends can probably say the same. @authortobenamedlater was the first person I know of who wrote Tom/Chyler so that makes her The First even if it turns out somebody else wrote them prior, lol. 😉

just for curiosity's sake, to any fic writers in the audience --

if you've done more than one, vote the lowest down option!

*not as in "i invented a trope", but as in "i was the first one in the transformers ao3 collection to write a tagged 'only one bed' fic"

(ao3 specifically used only because its so easy to search for this information, but if you were the first one to write a fic for anything on other sites, i'd also love to hear about that!)

[ghostslillady]

This is how I imagine Simon Riley would kiss me!

The Clenched fist! The hungry look! That grab!!!!

Someone please write a fic about this! 😭😭😭🛐🛐🛐

@homicidal-slvt @juvenillia @tacticalanklebiter3000 @tropes-and-tales @reallyrallyauthor @rowarn @ageless-aislynn @actuallyhiswife @greatstormcat @pedge-page @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @mysticalgalaxysalad @ghostlychief @ghosts-cyphera @ghostaholics @konigsblog @writeforfandoms @empresskylo @luminousbeings-crudematter @pimosworld @pokechbi @anitalenia @alwaysshallow @sweet-as-an-angel @diejager @kitkatscabinet @kneelingshadowsalome @mykneeshurt @loneghostwolf @captainfern @blingblong55 @neoarchipelago @multi-fandomlovers-world @deadbranch

[ageless-aislynn]

I don't know if anybody out there needs to read this right now but I felt like saying it:

You're important. The things you do, whether you're a creator who writes, draws/paints/etc, vids, sings, writes or plays music, writes theories, speculations and headcanons, anything at all and/or you're out there supporting others... all of these things matter. You never know who has been touched by the things you make. You never know whose day you made better by the comment you left for them.

It's easy to feel like you're alone. Like you're saying these things through the things you make or the comments you leave but nobody seems to hear you.

You're not alone. You're important. You matter. You make the world better by being here. I love you. Be kind to yourself.

[brianllamawrites]

Autumn Chill (Harry Wells X Reader)

A/N: Nobody check when the last time I posted a fic was lol. Hoping my writing brain will kick in soon now that I've finally finished something. This post was brought to you by the head cold I had last week lmao. If anyone wants to be tagged in future fics don't hesitate to ask!

Word Count: 958

Tagging: @ageless-aislynn @khayrrilrainxwells @mcbenson25 @yetanotherwells

“Hey, I’m home!” called Harry.

He rushed to pull off his boots and didn’t even bother to look at his bag when it fell on the floor. He tossed his coat on the nearest chair, and spun around to double-check that the front door was definitely locked before he briskly walked away from it.

You had both been at STAR Labs all morning, but the autumn chill had seeped into the building, and Harry sent you home the moment he heard you sneeze. He wasn’t thrilled at the idea of sending you home alone. You looked so tired and cold; it took all his willpower not to bundle you up and have you sit next to him as he worked, but you deserved to fall asleep on something much more comfortable than an office chair, and there was still an enormous amount of work left for him to do. Of course, Harry ended up spending every free moment he had thinking about you.

Harry turned into the living room to find you in your pyjamas, curled up on the sofa with a file in your hands and a blanket on the floor. You met his gaze with a tinge of guilt in your eyes. After seeing the mountain of work everyone was dealing with, it didn’t feel right just to leave with unfinished files on your desk, so you had snuck a few things into your bag to work on at home. You promised everyone you would rest – and in your defence, you did take a nap – but turning your brain off work mode seemed too much of a struggle. The look Harry gave you was the perfect mix of disappointment and worry to make you close the file you were holding.

“Before you say anything,” you started, “I took a nap with that blanket, and I woke up way too hot, so it had to go.”

Harry raised a brow. “On the floor?”

“... Yes.”

Harry made his way over to you, perching on the edge of the coffee table next to the pile of work you had yet to touch. He gently pulled the file from your hands, taking a mental note of how cold your fingers were, and placed it beside him. Now that Harry was sitting next to it, the amount of work you had brought home looked ridiculous for a sick person to be tackling. You watched as Harry stretched down and scoop up the blanket, fidgeting with it as he thought about what to do with you.

“I hate being ill,” you muttered to yourself.

Harry hated seeing you so unhappy and not being able to fix everything for you immediately. He wrapped the blanket around your shoulders so he could pull you close enough to kiss your forehead.

“Oh love, you’re freezing.”

You dropped your head onto his shoulder and grumbled; you really did have a lot of work left to do, and it was a lot easier to pretend you weren’t ill when you were alone. Harry’s hand stroked your hair before moving down to rub circles on your back. He heard you wheezing and sighed.

“Come on–” to your dissatisfaction, Harry pulled away to look you in your puffy eyes “–you’ll feel better when you’re resting in bed.”

The room was a lot colder without his arms around you, and your head rocked, threatening you with nausea as you moved to look up at him. Suddenly, the idea of returning to work felt like torture.

You mumbled in agreement and shakily got to your feet, grasping the blanket around you with one of your hands. All it took was one step and your head span. The floor felt like it was moving to the bedroom without you, and you desperately waved your free hand around until it found Harry’s shoulder. He rushed to his feet to steady you.

“Let’s take it slow,” said Harry, keeping a firm hand on your arm and one on your back.

After what felt like an eternity of shuffling, you finally made it to the bedroom. As soon as you sat in bed, Harry tucked you into the duvet, and then the blanket, and as much as it made you laugh, you had to physically stop him from making a pile on top of you. Once he saw that you were comfortable, he turned to leave.

“Probably for the best,” you said, “I don’t want to get you ill too.”

Harry stopped at the doorway and looked over to you. “I’m not leaving you alone like that.”

“Harry–”

“I don’t get sick, I’ll be fine.”

Before you could argue with how silly of a statement that was, Harry disappeared. A few minutes passed before he returned with painkillers, a bottle of water, and a mug of hot tea. He carefully placed the drinks and painkillers on the side table next to you, and grabbed the corner of the duvet.

“Move up,” he said plainly.

“I’m dead serious about getting you ill.”

“I’ve looked after Jesse every single time she’s been ill in her entire life, I’ve never once caught anything from her.” He could see the doubt in your tired face. “Sweetheart, I’ll be fine. Move over.”

Begrudgingly, you shuffled over and let Harry climb in next to you. You hated to admit it, but you felt so much better as soon as Harry’s arms were all around you again. He leaned you up against his side so you could breathe better and then wasted no time covering the top of your head in kisses.

You looked up to Harry and smiled. “Thank you for taking care of me. I love you so much.”

Harry grinned and gave you a squeeze. “I love you too.”

[empresskadia]

@ageless-aislynn

I gotta tag them so they know how much we love them fanfictions. But also same with the show, it's so hard for me to watch unless I'm doing it for these fanfics.

I want to write a Kai fanfic so badly because of Aislynn, like I'm not a man but I'm rooting for male!reader so hard, I want them to have a happily ever after so bad. I want to know what happens next.

The same AU is genius and so well done, I'm kicking my feet in 15 minutes when the reader brings up Kai's s/o.

If something makes you go "!!!!!!!!!" inside, it is completely valid and worth keeping around!

[ghostslillady]

Uh, hello! Where is man like this!!!!!!

I think Capt. Price or Master Chief would definitely do this!

@shadofireshinobi @homicidal-slvt @ageless-aislynn @kneelingshadowsalome @kitkatscabinet @deadbranch @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @mysticalgalaxysalad @ghostlychief @ghosts-cyphera @ghostaholics @groguspicklejar @honestlyhiswife @konigsblog @greatstormcat @cordeliawhohung @halcyone-of-the-sea @luminousbeings-crudematter @foxwell @softlyspector @reallyrallyauthor @romanarose

[mayflora-18]

What I did: went onto Pinterest and typed in my web name + “core”

First nine results:

@nrdmssgs @tojisun @astraluminaaa @ghostslillady @loving-azerath @sluttylittlewaistenthusiast @homicidal-slvt @deadbranch @ghostaholics @kneelingshadowsalome @ageless-aislynn @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @anitalenia @konigsblog @imsilay @fartybraind @prodigy-from-pluto @rowarn @katz-chow @diejager @sofasoap @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot + anyone else who did/wanted to participate

Side note: I didn’t know if you guys meant web name or real name, so I’m doing both because the first one was kinda fun 🤩

[threshergm]

Honeymoon

An experimental one-shot to see if I can figure out how to write John and Talia being intimate and affectionate with one another. Turned out pretty good, I think. Now I just need to figure out how to get them from strangers meeting on a battlefield to this, haha. Missing Pieces will be posted, some day! Still working on it. @lpmurphy @authortobenamedlater @mrtobenamedlater @pelgraine @ageless-aislynn @inthatfandom @whirlybirbs @fabulaprima @silverpelt3600 @halofanfiction @thefinaljediknight @eureka-its-zico @ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask @t65flyer @makowrites

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The rental kiva was spacious; but Talia wasn't surprised, this was an ONI psyop, after all, and they'd spared no expense. John had held her hand as they'd wound their way up the flagstone path set into the hillside, insisting on carrying their bags, as if her arm hadn't fully healed months ago. The entranceway was wide and curved, wrapping around the shape of the cliffside it was set into. An open building style, the entranceway blended into a living room with an open hearth, which transformed into a spacious kitchen next to a dining table for six. The only interior walls were to the left and rear, the first containing a frosted glass door, and the second a door of polished oak and slightly ajar, revealing a bedroom with a single large bed. Talia's heart fluttered at the implication. It was a honeymoon rental, after all.

"Wait here," John said, setting their bags down gently near the front door. He walked slowly - somehow silent, even in boots - right hand hovering over his hip, where Talia knew he carried his sidearm concealed under his jacket. With Spartan reflexes, no one could beat him on the draw. He came first to the frosted door, sliding it aside quickly, right hand steady over his hip. Seeing nothing, he moved quickly back to the bedroom, drew his sidearm and cleared the larger room with it at high ready just as quickly. John came back to Talia at a fast walk, looking sheepish and holstering his sidearm, tugging the jacket back over it.

"We're secure. Sorry. Old habits." 

Talia smiled, shaking her head, "A lifetime of training, and it's your first vacation. Don't be sorry." She smiled that patient, slightly bemused smile, like she was schooling a clueless tourist on how to use their transit card on the Metro. John scooped up their bags and carried them to the small card table in the living room, setting them down with a thud, while Talia looked around. She had only been out of the big cities a handful of times in her life, but everyone born on Reach knew what a kiva looked like. So many holovid dramas were set in places like the Highland Mountains. Hardy first-generation pioneers scraping out a living among the jagged peaks, titanium prospectors looking to strike the motherlode, honest folk struggling to save the family farm. The reality of the rental kiva wasn't quite so rustic, but you could see that history in the hand-carved oaken furniture, woolen rugs on the polished instacrete floors, and real wood-burning fireplace in the living room. Through the large picture windows facing east, she could even see a flock of moa pecking at the hillside.

Talia pulled her coat off, while John walked over to the fireplace. Open hearth with a cylindrical chimney leading up and through the polished instacrete ceiling; the staff had helpfully left a box of pre-cut kindling and crumpled paper on the rim of the hearth. John hadn't lit a campfire since survival training as a child, but it came back to him, as he arranged the fuel, kindling, and tinder in a pyramid. He was fishing for matches at the bottom of the box, when he felt Talia's hands glide over his shoulders, and reach for the lapels of his jacket.

John used to flinch when she touched him. He didn't flinch anymore.

Talia peeled his jacket off his back, and walked over to the wall, hanging it on the line of steel coat hooks next to her own. As she returned, her hand pulled the tight band keeping her hair back in a low pony and shook it out, wavy locks cascading over her shoulders. John's heart skipped a beat, mind flashing back to how she'd looked at the Marine Corps Birthday Ball; hair up and pinned to perfection, neck elegant, skin exuding the warmth of the ruby-red dress she wore, and smile as radiant as the sun cresting the horizon in low orbit. Warmth crept up his neck from the spots Talia's palms had brushed his shoulders. Talia returned to his side, and her hand found the small of his back, rubbing it gently. The skin on John’s arms prickled at the contact, and he hoped she didn’t notice.

“I wonder what the others are doing? Vannak has command of Silver Team when you’re not around, right?” She smiled as he struck a match, touching it to the small mound of paper atop the wooden pyramid. The flames took, spreading downwards into the kindling, and the kiva was quickly filled with the hiss and pop of burning hardwood. John glanced at Talia, warmth spreading from his neck down into his chest as he noticed the flames dancing in her umber eyes. He cleared his throat, trying to focus. “I know exactly what they’re doing. I left orders that they take ten days leave, duties permitting. It didn’t feel right, taking a… vacation, if they couldn’t do the same. Even booked a hotel for them downtown; some place called The Savoy. Supposed to be nice. I paid.” Talia cocked her head, “John… The Savoy is, like, six stars. The best in the city - no, the best on the planet. How can you afford that on an NCO’s salary?” John shrugged, “I’ve been drawing pay since I was six years old and never had anything to spend it on. If I’m going to spend it on anything, I want to spend it on them.” Talia’s hand crept upwards from the small of his back to rub between his shoulder blades, eyes on the way the firelight flickered across his stubbled cheeks and jawline as she smiled. “I love how good you are to your team.” “They’re my family,” John’s eyes met her own now, holding them in a steady gaze, “You’re my family now too.” “Yeah?” Talia’s breath caught in her throat, her gaze dancing between his hazel-green eyes and his lips, gliding closer as her heart began to thunder in her chest. “Yeah.” They brushed lips; experimental, as if fighters in the ring, feeling each other out. Second contact was more committed, Talia’s hand reaching up to cup the back of John’s head, palm prickling on his close-shorn hair. John’s hands found her hips, fingers wrapping gently around the swell of them; a proper kiss, lips pressed to lips. Talia pulled away, just barely, breath hot. “That was nice,” she whispered hungrily. “It was,” John growled, pulling her to him, her small frame crushed against his, lips crashing into hers, needful and unrestrained. Talia knew this was the end; the last lines of resistance crumbled, the last stronghold taken. He would never be the Master Chief again, not to her. He was forever John now.

The floodgates opened, and in poured love.

[ageless-aislynn]

@ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask sounds good to me, lol! I decided to try this with GIFs, too, so that gives me... Frank and a bunch of zombies in Servbot masks. I have an interesting family, apparently! 😂😂😂

last fictional character in ur camera roll just adopted u

(Yes I did do this only because I want him to adopt me. Fuck off)

tags: @cryptidwithaninternetconnection @reggie-the-inferi @gingerbreadeel24 @pickupstyx

and whoever the fuck sees this