#agrippaspoleto

[youssefguedira]

I've finally seen that you answered the tag game. ❤️❤️❤️

What is 'any other day about'? Colour me intrigued... Also I wish you a wonderful day and hopefully you manage to find out what's going on with the whole notification thing! *Big hug*

in any other world is my beloved unhinged ramble of a diabolik / eva multiverse fic! it is currently not actually a wip because i havent started writing yet BUT it does regularly give me immense brain worms. essentially it involves eva multiverse hopping for the obnoxious romanticism value of it all and some of these multiverses include:

rival thieves au (BRAIN WORMS CENTRAL this one haunts me)

diabolik never leaves the island and eva's father doesnt die, mumble mumble crime, they meet on king's island etc

after this point my notes become less detailed and the last one is just "blue horse?????" but you know how it is

i dont have much else because its still in early planning stages and also theres a problem where i cant name diabolik in aus where he never became diabolik. but i'll figure it out. thank you for asking!!!!

wip ask game

[agrippaspoleto]

Finn and Poe share a stolen moment in the ludus of the Ordo primis. Silk sheets and fine food came with obligations and duties, so called favours and unwanted attention, but for one night they enjoyed the sweet warmth of an unhurried embrace.

Takes place in between the two chapters of "Names are but Sounds".

Yeah, so I've written this slice of life snippet for quite some time but it kinda felt weird to post it for some reason. I wanted to write another part to it, but I never managed. And when @waywaychuck asked about the ancient Rome AU in a WIP game, I thought why not. At some point I'll write the rebellion, but for now have this angst and comfort snippet.

Please read the tags first. The fic deals with the non-con slaves and gladiators were confronted with even if there's nothing graphic about it. But I hope, the story manages to convey the hope and the stolen moment I intended it to be. And someday I'll write the uprising of the ludus, because stolen moments are not enough.

Under the cut you find the whole drawing.

Fun fact: The mural in the background is a fotograph I took in Pompeji earlier this year and was basically the reason I wanted to draw Roman Stormpilot again. Thankfully for me, John Boyega also did a new photoshoot around the same time, which provided me with wonderful reference.

[deabruarenjarraitzaileaya-ha]

Thanks for tagging me, @beansterpie 😘😘 I love these games!!

Tagging: @shortandbittersweet @mme-m @that-angry-devilbat @eyeshield21trash @ajayers-art @antifarichietozier @upbeatvampiria @foughfaugh @alphacygni @agrippaspoleto @guiltybystanders @notoyax17 @irisseireth @rosereggie @arancar-no-6

Were you named after anyone?

Yes, a friend of my cousin, and I shall hate her forever for coming to visit while my mom was pregnant and on the hunt for names

When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday, reading a fic

Do you have kids?

lol nope

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Quite often

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Huh, that's a tough one. I'm not sure if it's the first thing, but I usually notice hands a lot. Otherwise, I guess height or hair or something like that? Also, their voice!

What’s your eye color?

Brown

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I can't stand scary movies, but no matter how angst-filled the film/book/series is, if it ends well I can enjoy it

Any special talents?

Lol I'm not sure if this is meant for serious talents or party tricks, but either way the only thing I can think of is popping any of my joints? Maybe?

Where were you born?

Bilbo

What are your hobbies?

Reading and writing and mostly fandom stuff. I'm also trying to get back to petit point

Have any pets?

No... We had a dog growing up but she died some years back... I'd like to get a cat once I get settled, though

What sports do you play/have you played?

It's been a very long while, but throughout school I've done swimming, handball and dancing

How tall are you?

170 cm

Favorite subject in school?

English and Biology, though I wasn't particularly interested in school tbh

In uni, I'd say Gender Through History, Ethics and Persuasion Strategies.

Dream job?

The dream job is no job. But aside from that... Something quiet that doesn't require much interaction with people, I guess

[madame-yus-wife]

@agrippaspoleto A little while ago we talked about this one! :)

[youssefguedira]

tagged by @agrippaspoleto, thank you!

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP file folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

this isn't file names, due to how i organise my wips (poorly), but:

hades au

joe and nile post apocalypse fic, or the only hope for me is you

as usual princess bride au and star wars au (han joelo)

in any other world

house of stone 2

nicolegolas (outline rather than fic)

angels in my time

motoe au (it's been posted now even if it's still technically a wip, so i figure i can talk about it now)

cielo di cobalto

i'll tag (no pressure) @laviejaguardia, @ongreenergrasses, @non-un-topo, @nicolodigenovas, and anyone else who wants to play!

[madame-yus-wife]

@agrippaspoleto and me should never speak about mdzs together. we currently have the idea of making a crossover with King Julien.

Wei Wuxian is Mort

Jiang Cheng is Clover

NHS is King Julien

I forgot the rest and that's better for everyone involved

[startrekwintergiftexchange]

New Friends

The Alpha Quadrant is strange and Starfleet complicated. But Naomi Wildman is not as alone as she thought.

Read on AO3.

For @doodlingleluke, who wished for an interaction between Data and a kid, maybe Naomi Wildman. I hope you like it. Happy and relaxing Holidays to you, dear!

[ikchen]

@agrippaspoleto

[humandisastersquad]

Part 1 of my @startreksecretsanta gift for @agrippaspoleto who requested fluff with Garak, Bashir and Kukalaka. I have a fic in the works for more context but Garak has just finished repairing Kukalaka while a tired Julian finally gets some well deserved sleep. Happy holidays!!

[jacensolodjo]

Characters: Garak, Bashir

Warning: None

Rating: PG

Genre: General

Summary:  Happy Gratitude Festival from Garak and Bashir

Notes: I haven’t written for Trek in a while but hey. I think I did okay. Happy holidays.

Word Count: 360

Tagging: @agrippaspoleto @startreksecretsanta for the ST gift exchange~

Despite having experienced the Festival for half a decade, Bashir was always learning something new about it. 

“I’m pretty sure it’s part of the Festival itself to come up with new lore for it,” Garak said, in a conspiratorial tone of voice he often adopted when he actually wasn’t being serious. Or at least, that is what Bashir tended to believe. It was easier that way. 

In all honesty, Julian had stopped trying to figure out where Serious Garak began and where Joking Garak ended. 

The words “Peldor joi“ at least were a constant through the years, and a constant in the background. 

“And yet I’ve never heard that part of it,” Julian said as he pushed aside his drink and tried to ignore the scent of the burning Pateret leaves that permeated the station despite the station’s systems that were meant to scrub the air of such contaminants. 

“You finish writing down whatever problems a Federation doctor can have?” Garak asked, and Julian was jealous he didn’t seem affected by the smell in Quark’s. 

“Just the same problems I had last year, some reason they weren’t fixed in the interim.” 

“Ah yes, the supply issues again. Well, if I recall you did enjoy the prospect of being a frontier doctor. Frontier doctors don’t get proper supplies.” 

“It’s been over five years, Garak! And I’m pretty sure we’re no longer in the frontier.” 

“Maybe you just need to burn your problems a bit harder?” 

“I wasn’t aware tailors owned incinerators.” 

The smile that formed on Garak’s face probably could have scared someone else. As it was, Julian couldn’t help but smile back. 

“I am a man who can get his hand on quite a few things, you know that better than most, doctor.”

“Maybe you could use that skill to get me some non-stained saws.” 

Garak leaned back at that then smiled.

“Peldor joi, doctor.”

The scent of the leaves seemed to intensify as Garak got to his feet and walked away. Julian was pretty sure that was just a trick of the air currents. 

[outlawsontherun]

Allan & Djaq being friends <3

Merry Christmas to the Robin Hood fandom, especially @agrippaspoleto! :)

[ikchen]

@agrippaspoleto

[zombified-queer]

For the coffee asks: Mocha, jasmine tea and early grey tea. Thanks!

Mocha: Dream job?I wanted to be like, a famous poet but now I'm considering linguistic anthropology for the Job Security. Either that or the Star Trek team hires me as a xenobiology consultant for their episodes.

Jasmine Tea : If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?God, um. I'm not into traveling, actually? Traveling stresses me out too much.

Early Grey Tea : The inevitable Zombie Apocalypse is upon us! What’s your plan of action?I'm going back to the Mojave and going full Fallout New Vegas. No rules, just leather bikinis and flamethrowers and Desert Drugs.

[gmariam19]

For @agrippaspoleto, who sent me a great prompt yesterday! It doesn't hit all the points, but I think it captures the general idea? And there's finally a surprise kiss without any angst! Yay! Thank you so much! Enjoy!

The Feeling's Mutual

Finn ducks the baton of the first trooper and sends them flying backward with a flick of his left hand, then bashes the next one in the face mask before throwing them against a tree. He ignites his lightsaber and deflects several blaster bolts, giving Poe time to start taking down the troopers firing at them with his own blaster from where he is fighting at Finn’s side.

They don’t have far to go, but there are still a dozen troopers between them and their ship. So much for this being a friendly planet that wanted to join the New Republic: it was clearly a trap for the Resistance generals. One that Finn had sensed just in time—they weren’t far from the ship when they had turned around and weren’t completely surrounded by troopers. Still, it’s not looking good.

Then again, Poe has a burgeoning Jedi fighting at his side, so he has more hope than usual when facing such odds. In the few months since Finn began working with Rey, he’s made fast progress. The Force lends him strength and skills that often leave Poe in awe. They continue forward, Finn blocking blaster bolts while Poe takes offense, moving as fast as he can and ducking the shots aimed for him and not Finn.

Finn’s lightsaber cuts a wide arch through the air, unexpectedly making contact with a trooper who comes too close; clearly, they did not have much experience with laser swords. The trooper goes down screaming with one less arm. Finn looks both upset and angry about it; it may be the first time he’s injured a human being with his weapon.

“Keep moving!” Poe shouts, because he knows Finn wants to stop, to make sure the trooper is okay even if they are his enemy. Finn looks at him with anguished eyes, which is when Poe feels the shot hit his left arm—always his left arm. He swears as he falls to his knees. Finn is there immediately. He looks worried and scared,  like the last time this happened. And just like last time, more troopers appear and surround them, blocking the path to their ship.

But Poe still has his blaster in his right hand, and this time he’s not going to be captured and sentenced to execution. He looks Finn in the eye and nods, his finger on the trigger, ready to fight back. Finn shakes his head in disbelief. “I love you,” he says, and Poe’s heart almost stops.

“What?” he stutters, but Finn doesn’t answer, only smiles as he stands with his hands in the air to surrender. And then he casts both arms out wide, sending every trooper flying twenty feet backward. It’s like a lightning strike in the forest, only the downed trees are Stormtroopers littering the ground, some unmoving, others moaning in pain. Poe stands up and looks around, completely stunned. He didn’t even need his blaster.

“Are you okay?” Finn asks, and Poe’s mouth works silently a few times before he pulls Finn toward him by the front of his vest and kisses him, hard and fast. It’s definitely not how he imagined their first kiss would go, in the middle of a frantic getaway with his arm throbbing in pain. It is wet and sloppy, almost desperate as there could be more troopers arriving any moment, but Poe needs to do this now. Finn responds more than Poe ever imagined—and he’s imagined quite a bit—and it is perfect in every way.

Even over the pounding in his ears, Poe hears the scrape of armor and the distinctive inhale of a pained breath. He brings his right hand up behind Finn and shoots the trooper trying to rise with his blaster. It’s a clean shot to the head, and the man goes down immediately. Finn whirls, his lightsaber raised, but there are no more threats. They are all unconscious—or dead.

“Let’s get out of here,” Poe huffs, breathless from both the kiss and the chase, not to mention the pain in his arm. He walks toward their ship, the path now clear, but Finn is still standing in the middle of his small circle of destruction.

“What the hell just happened?” he asks in a stunned voice.

“You’re a Jedi,” Poe tells him, filled with pride. “That’s what happened.”

Finn rolls his eyes. “That’s not what I meant,” he replies.

Poe smirks. “Oh, that. Well, you slipped—so I made my move.” He turns and starts up the ramp, throws a wink over his shoulder. “You gonna follow, Jedi, or stand there with your mouth hanging open?”

“You’re such a nerfherder,” Finn grumbles, shaking his head as he jogs toward the ship and catches up.

“And you love me!” Poe replies with laugh. They hurry up the ramp of their small transport and shut the door. Finn faces him with a grin of his own.

“It was the heat of the moment and all that.”

Poe takes Finn’s hand and pulls him close. “Well, in case you couldn’t tell,” he leans in, teases his lips against Finn’s ear. “The feeling’s mutual.”

He pulls back to let Finn see the sincerity in his eyes. And then Finn is kissing him, and he forgets all about his injured arm and the ambush but knows only Finn’s lips. They are safe and alive and finally together.

[youssefguedira]

Hey there, sorry to bother you but I've beeen living vicorously through your diabolik gifs and the immortal husbands diabolik AU. I've been looking for the Diabolik movie for quite some time now and wanted to ask you if you have a tip where I might find it (short of buying the dvd). Because my usual streaming joints (renting as well as others) seem not to have it.

Thank you so much for your wonderful writing and feeding us all this wonderful diabolik content! ❤️❤️

it's no bother at all! glad you're enjoying the au!

you can find it on a google drive here. it has english subs but you'll have to turn them on manually, so let me know if you're having trouble with it, and enjoy! it's absolute chaos