#anonymississippi

[bibliomorgan]

Yeah folks, I came back to promote the best fanfiction I've ever read in my life. Unfortunately this fanfic stopped to be updated a few years ago, but every Halloween I come back and ready a chapter or two and cry my eyes out.

Not only the best fanfic ever, but also introduced to the amazing Joni Mitchell <3

By Anonymississippi Summary: “Alex’s apartment is haunted. So is she.”

This fanfiction is not for weak hearts, I mean it. If you love General Danvers, damage!Alex, softie!Astra, tragic background, all the feelings hurts, lots of angst ( like over9000 ANGST!!!!) - just like we adore - that’s your thing.

And damn ppl, I cried out loud inside a bus while reading it.

[killerqueen-66]

Rules: list your ten favorite characters from ten different fandoms and tag ten people :D

Tagged by @queer-boo-radley ty!!

1. Agatha Harkness

2. Addison Montgomery

3. Regina Mills

4. Thairneanach

5. Narcissa Malfoy

6. Cat Grant

7. Esme Cullen

8. Tissaia De Vries

9. Elsa

10. Camille Saroyan

Tagging with no pressure: @singwhenyoucantspeak @supermysteriouscat @actualhumancryptid @evergrove @sapphicscholar @italymystery-swanqueen @waknatious @anonymississippi

I ran out of people to tag 🙃

[lesbiansayaishii]

wip wednesday

tagged by @haeva! tyy

“What’s going on between you and Meredith?”

Addison glances up to find Derek nearly dripping a puddle on her living room hardwood floors. The key she’d given him and Meredith dangles loosely from his fingers. His brows nearly meet in the middle, eyes intent and searching her expression, unguarded, because she thought he was coming by just to talk.

Silly of her, really. Foolish. Nothing has been like it was since New York. She needs to stop remembering him like it is.

Rainwater clings to his hair, making it look darker, dampening the streaks of gray. With a little imagination he could be the man she married fifteen years ago. The man she fell in love with.

“We’re friends,” she says, much too late to be believable.

no pressure tagging: @crime-wives @lisascumslut78 @peridotglimmer @itsdappleagain @byulyi

@anonymississippi @which-star @queer-boo-radley @nostradamus0 and anyone else who would like to participate!

[actualhumancryptid]

Answer + tag people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with!

Thanks for tagging me @wise1rabbity and @cromwelll

Favorite color: I love pink and green, if they're together I love grass green and electric pink. But my fave green shade is teal, and due to Ted Lasso brainrot my fave pink is of course biscuit box pink.

Last song I listened to: the radio in the cafe I was in played Everybody by Backstreet Boys and now it's in my head.

Currently reading: Halfway through Trespass by Louise Kennedy but it's a little melancholic for me right now. Just started The Hypocrite by Jo Hamya and I'm enjoying it so far. Hanging out for the new Rachel Kushner coming out in September.

Watching: I am in the middle of several abandoned massive TV watches. Abandoned my watch of The Good Wife. And i'm at the point in my rewatch of The Americans where it's just so fucking bleak, having to watch the characters drag themselves through each new horror. Trying to decide what the hell to even watch that doesn't shit me. Thank god for books.

Craving: Chocolate.

Coffee or tea: They serve different purpose to me. Coffee is a once a day thing I really love. But tea feels restorative.

Favorite AU: I'm a sucker for a good soulmate AU.

tagging @anonymississippi @xy0009 @jbthegift @gerrimommy @catherineflowers29 @amatterofcomplication @celestialdream @talldecafcappuccino @elizadunc @barricorn

[ao3feed-generaldanvers]

cool about it

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/vB76EGb by Anonymississippi After an experimental teleport gone awry, Alex and Astra end up in a limbo-esque alien bar between dimensions. Several drinks in, Alex starts chatting with another girl blown into the bar by mistake, a red-head who's never heard of aliens and claims to be a witch. ...and also knows (and is apparently obsessed with) General Astra? Somehow? Long conversations over too many drinks lead to misunderstandings and interpersonal revelations for a pair of broody generals and the younger military women who gravitate towards them. Drunken confessions and happy endings ensue! Words: 8571, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015), Motherland: Fort Salem (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F Characters: Alex Danvers, Tally Craven, Astra (Supergirl TV 2015), Sarah Alder (Motherland: Fort Salem), Kara Danvers Relationships: Astra/Alex Danvers, Sarah Alder/Tally Craven Additional Tags: Crossover, two military women smitten with two troubled generals, they both drink about it, Pining, Requited Love, tally and kara are the same and Alex is their big sister, Smoochies, Fluff read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/vB76EGb

[novak-fan]

I got tagged by @bgmoth in this music meme, ty :) Idk why it's so pop though, I'm not complaining I'm just surprised lol

put your spotify "on repeat" playlist on shuffle and make a poll of the first 5 songs that come up!

Doing the same and tagging the last three people in my notifications @anonymississippi @thegirl20 @itberice (no pressure as always) but if you see it on your dash and want to do it, please tag me - also I do hope you all can vote anyways. songs below the cut.

[laurabenanti]

top 5 general danvers fics (your recommendations list is too big)

... i split this into categories to make it easier it wasn't easier i just want to sob and i think i just need to have their own page at this point because... yeah there's a lot of gd fics in there compared to everything else.

fave of all time: anatomy of a stoic by nashur

look - if you're not going to read anything here except for one thing - please read this. it's legit one of my top 3 fics of all time - regardless of ship or fandom or anything along those lines. i have only been able to convince one other person to read it, and they agreed it was fantastic. it's under 12k words, is a one-shot, and i really don't think you even need to know anything prior to going into this to enjoy it [it's au so knowledge of general fandom things is unneeded]. seriously - i do not shut up about this fic if stuff ever gets brought up to me. i reread it a lot because i like it that much. TL;DR please read this fic

ask me my top 5/10 anything

The other 4 are below the cut because i babbled and put small descriptions [from ao3] to assist~ [let's see if the read more behaves...]

fave canon divergence: sword of damocles by uisceB

Canon divergent from 1x13: When Hank shows up on the rooftop to stop Astra from activating Myriad, Astra manages to outmaneuver him, taking Alex hostage as a means of escape. Now, Alex finds herself a prisoner at the hostile Fort Rozz base, but as time goes by, she and Astra begin to form an unexpected bond, challenging each of their beliefs, and loyalties.

fave under 5k words: but gravity, love strangely may defy by mzhlf

In which Astra tries her absolute hardest not to care about people. It doesn't go well.

fave fic that's trope based: (soulmates au) a remedy for old injuries

Astra gets a second chance at life, when it is discovered that she’s being held captive by Cadmus, instead of dead at Alex’s hands as thought, and Alex brings her out. When a chance event reveals that the two of them are soulmates, Alex isn’t so sure that it will work out, for the two of them have many demons to get past. But, with Astra committed to a change of path, and Alex committed to keeping an open mind about her, both of them realize that they have more to offer each other than they had ever dreamed. A story about how Alex and Astra find their way to each other, and to happiness.

fave by a friend: engagements by theonlyspl

"Do you ever think we should just stop this?" her voice is almost alien in its huskiness, and considering the warm body next to her, somehow it seems appropriate. An Anon responded to a meme on tumblr asking for “Do you ever think we should just stop this?” + Alex/Astra and here's the result.

THIS IS CHEATING BUT I PUT A 6TH & 7th BECAUSE - idk

fave with an additional featured pairing: (has supercorp) a proper kryptonian proposal

Astra comes up with a brilliant plan to get Kara to propose to Lena, and ropes Alex in to help her. Along the way, though, she just might find herself ambushed by her own feelings for Alex.

fave crack / humor fic: some tough alien you are... by anonymississippi

Astra blows out her powers during a freak desert thunderstorm and wakes up the next morning feeling feverish and achy. Thankfully, her not-so-useless human roommate is there to look after her.

a couple honorable mentions because i just can't not put them you feel

(holiday cuteness) i saw mommy kissing astra by nashur

(domestic fluff) rainy mornings and black coffee by anonymississippi

(social media au - something i never knew i wanted) swipe right by anonymississippi

[midnight---sun]

"But they were both, also, not staying on in fairytale Copenhagen. They both had lives, they both had jobs, they both had outside interests and talents that defined themselves individually that weren’t each other. But it didn't really invalidate their time together, their lives back home. They'd had something... nice, something pretty special. Just because it couldn't last forever didn't make it mean any less.

And that was okay."

- We’ll Always Have Copenhagen, by Anonymississippi

Commenter:

"I also loved the idea of this being a fling, a one-off, something that happens when you're travelling and you connect with someone, even if there's not necessarily room for that person in your life at that particular moment."

[shesquaredpodcast]

Why was this in the drafts?? Did we not respond to this?!!!!!

We still haven’t gotten over this. The song or the tags!

Sorry again @anonymississippi

…but not really, cause it’s so damn perfect!!!

This song was made for Sarah Alder and Tally Craven.

3 seasons of a love that couldn’t be and yet was.

“I don’t have a choice, but I still choose you.”

Who do you think of when you hear this song??

[moonhuit]

requested by @anonymississippi

if you squint talder is really a romcom

[killingevedaily]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Killing Eve (TV 2018) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Eve Polastri/Villanelle | Oksana Astankova Characters: Eve Polastri, Villanelle | Oksana Astankova Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, chaotic murderesses, Guns, Knives, mention of death by alligator?, Killing Eve Week, Jealousy, Villanelle kills redneck Santa Summary:

Simon and Garfunkel. The Gin Blossoms. The unsettling banjo riff from the Deliverance soundtrack. All unexpected tunes referenced while on the lam. Eve drives a big rig. Villanelle offs Santa.

And somehow, maybe, they come to an understanding.

OR

The one where Villanelle finds out about Eve and Hugo in Rome and somehow murders someone while they argue.

[singinprincess]

General Danvers. Deserted island.

(( AO3 // FFnet ))

A Moon Eclipse and aBurning Sun

Three weeks alone on the island was enough to shake upreality. Alex and Astra had created their own secret world — one where formerenemies became friends and occasional lovers.

But all it took to regain some semblance of their old normalwas Kara’s snort of laughter when Alex told her that Astra was a needy cuddler.Alex had sworn she would never reveal the vulnerable moments they hadbegrudgingly shared. Astra was not weak.Humans were weak. And yet, somehow, what was once a stone hard fact felt like alie. Nights on the island were cold and wet, and Alex had quickly become anunexpected grounding force of warmth and safety. That was one of the mostfascinating things about Alex; she had no superhuman powers or anything visiblyspecial about her. Even so, she always managed to survive – and to make sureeveryone around her did, too.

As Alex continued to regale Kara with embarrassing talesabout her, Astra’s rage boiled up. She clenched her fists at her sides,prepared to put this human back in her place. Unfazed by the frustrationradiating off of Astra, Alex continued gesturing emphatically, details spillingexpertly from her lips. As heat flushed her cheeks, Astra could almostrecapture her distaste for her human companion. Almost.

She couldn’t maintain the anger past mild discomfort andunfamiliar frustration, her fists opening up to rub flattened palms down herhips. The animosity was long gone, she realized, as Alex turned to her with asuggestive wink. No, they could never go back. That island was permanentlyingrained into her soul — as was the infuriating human known as Alex Danvers,whose mischievous grin felt like rays of sunshine beating against the coldestdepths of her past.

[fictorium]

Because the supercat angst can be really good: That’s... a lot of blood.

Cat feels her foot slip from under her as she rounds the corner and crashes through the laboratory door. Only years of practice walking (and running) in killer heels allows her to keep her balance, that and the impact on her hip from impacting the doorframe.

Don’t look down she tells herself. Knowing what made the floor slippery won’t make the bruise any smaller or her knee any less jarred from the uncontrolled motion. Besides, in this lighting everything is going to look much worse than it actually is. All that matters is finding Kara. The DEO have a team just moments away, the same agents who were supposed to break in and save Kara in the first place, but Cat’s impatience coupled with a trigger-happy kidnapper had changed the course of events just a little. 

Still, she hadn’t paid all that money to learn how to shoot, to start missing when the pressure was really on. There’ll be nightmares, maybe, about the way the shot had landed almost exactly between the man’s eyes, but even that isn’t important now.

It had taken an investigative mind like Cat’s to find Kara here, and now she’s going to finish the damn job. Through the lab, through the storage facility behind it (still slippery in places, sticky in others. Don’t look don’t look don’t look). Then it’s just one last door, though admittedly a fucking heavy one that Cat doesn’t think will budge. Not until she sees the lever in the corner, the one that releases loud, clanking mechanisms and locks until the thing creaks open like a trapdoor in a low-budget horror movie. 

She’s getting too old for this shit. 

The room that holds Supergirl, an alien goddess with human form, should be a fortress. For days now Cat has been imagining Frankenstein’s lab on an HBO budget, but the reality is bleaker than anything Christopher Nolan ever desaturated. A single bare bulb hanging above, peeling paint on the walls in a shade just south of vomit. The prison that holds the world’s most powerful woman? Nothing more than a generic metal chair, one that would be at home in any hipster coffee shop that features the word ‘reclaimed’ a few times too often.

And then Kara looks up, bound at the wrists and the ankles with ropes that glow in lurid green, and gives the last thing anyone would ask of her in the circumstances: a smile. 

Cat’s stomach lurches at the blood coating teeth that are usually pearly white, and she reels at the extent of the bruising that peppers every inch of that once-flawless bone structure. The dips and deviations suggest more fractures than Cat can bear to count.

“Hey,” Kara says, even in her decimated state she’s reaching out to Cat, steadying her as surely as she used to with a well-timed latte or a refilled prescription bottle. Her voice is glass over broken gravel as she continues. “No offense, but you’re not the cavalry I was expecting.”

“They’re coming,” Cat says, snapping into reassurance mode the way she does when Carter skins his knee or frets over his algebra grades. “Right behind me, but I think I should...” She gestures vaguely at the ropes, and Kara gives a ginger half-nod of agreement. 

The ankles are easily freed, since the ropes were biting mostly into the leather of Supergirl’s infamous red boots. When Cat goes for the wrists she makes the mistake of looking at the floor as she fiddles with the knots, and even in the Game of Thrones quality lighting, there’s no mistaking the dark, viscous substance. 

“Fuck!” Cat gasps, ruffling Kara’s hair just a little. It’s too wet and matted to move like it usually would. “That’s... a lot of blood, Kara.”

“Mmm,” Kara agrees, like they’re discussing ice cream flavors. “I sprung a few leaks once the, uh, green stuff. You know.”

She’s barely coherent. Cat throws the ropes as far away from Kara as she can. Will that let her start healing? A human would need a transfusion by now. The panic is clawing at the base of Cat’s throat. She isn’t qualified for this. Nobody asked her to play the big damn hero. Wounds seem to appear everywhere she checks, and Kara just lets her explore, a rag doll with that same slack smile whenever Cat looks back at her face. 

Cat’s phone is vibrating in her pocket. Good. They’ll be tracking her, they won’t waste time on dead ends in this rabbit warren of a building. She can’t stop now to talk, to give directions. There’s a sink on the far side of the room, paper towels over it the only useful items in the place. Cat soaks a few with trembling hands and starts to clean Kara up as best she can. If she can mitigate some of the worst of it before Alex sees her sister like this, it might be better for all of them.

“Can you stand?” Cat asks. They’re taking too long. She needs to get Kara on her way to some kind of medical help. Those beautiful blue eyes are definitely glassy, and Kara isn’t tracking Cat’s movement the way she was at first. 

“O...kay,” Kara replies, but she’s frowning at whatever her body isn’t responding to. Cat is as careful as she knows how to be, but Kara still howls when she’s leveraged off the chair. They both take a moment to recover from that guttural sound, and Kara’s breathing sounds too liquid to be a good sign. Summoning every core-strengthening, muscle-toning, bit of strength, Cat starts to lead Kara out of the horrible space. It’s more like dragging, and it’s insane that someone so slender should weigh so much, but there’s sheer stubbornness that extends far beyond any fitness level Cat has ever reached for.

They’re both halfway to collapsing when the sound of heavy boots approaches. Alex lifts Kara bodily off of Cat, and the agent whose nametag reads Vasquez is the one to catch Cat as she slumps against the wall. No slipping, no sliding, no landing in Kara’s spilt blood.

“Will she make it?” Cat demands as they’re half-carried, half-dragged back out to the waiting military vehicles. “Agent Danvers?”

“I don’t know,” Alex admits as she lays Kara on a stretcher, other medics working briskly around her. “But if she has any kind of a shot now, it’s thanks to you, Cat.”

“We’re gonna need another medic here,” Vasquez is saying as the noise and the exhaustion overwhelm Cat at last. She feels her knees giving way, and everywhere she looks it’s getting darker round the edges. It might be fainting, it might just be refusing to look at it anymore, but she’s put on a stretcher of her own, bundled in right alongside Kara in the camouflaged ambulance. 

Right before the world fades out, Cat reaches out blindly toward the other stretcher. When Kara grabs her hand the grip is weak, but it’s enough for Cat to let the darkness slip right over her. 

[ao3feed-generaldanvers]

cool about it

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/IJqSlec by Anonymississippi After an experimental teleport gone awry, Alex and Astra end up in a limbo-esque alien bar between dimensions. Several drinks in, Alex starts chatting with another girl blown into the bar by mistake, a red-head who's never heard of aliens and claims to be a witch. ...and also knows (and is apparently obsessed with) General Astra? Somehow? Long conversations over too many drinks lead to misunderstandings and interpersonal revelations for a pair of broody generals and the younger military women who gravitate towards them. Drunken confessions and happy endings ensue! Words: 8571, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015), Motherland: Fort Salem (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F Characters: Alex Danvers, Tally Craven, Astra (Supergirl TV 2015), Sarah Alder (Motherland: Fort Salem), Kara Danvers Relationships: Astra/Alex Danvers, Sarah Alder/Tally Craven Additional Tags: Crossover, two military women smitten with two troubled generals, they both drink about it, Pining, Requited Love, tally and kara are the same and Alex is their big sister, Smoochies, Fluff read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/IJqSlec

[foxx-queen]

i wanna know what 'whoops' is for general danvers :D

im pretty sure i told you about it but its basically a silly thing where alex really likes astra, and has come to terms with that, and is absolutely ready to date her... except, astra appears to be dating someone else. alex, who often goes to astra’s apartment on the weekends, sometimes finds shirts and jumpers around the house, which astra always acts very caging about, and once spots a woman sleeping in her bed in a comfy looking t-shirt. alex isn’t very good with jealousy, which means she definitely can’t ask about it outright, and astra seems a bit too preoccupied to notice she’s acting strange. it really is just a silly crack fic

Snippet: 

She’s moving quietly across the living room, when she hears the bedroom door open, and seconds later, Lucy enters the kitchen. Wearing a baggy t-shirt. And sleep shorts. Rubbing sleep from her eyes.

Alex hears herself make a very strange noise.

Lucy looks up, starts when she sees her, and mumbles, ‘oh, hey, Alex. What’re you doing here?’

Alex gapes, and points at Lucy, which might be a little hysterical and definitely not calm. ‘What are you doing here?!’

Lucy stares at her for a moment, and then her eyes widen. ‘Oh my god. She hasn’t told you’.

‘Why didn’t you tell me?!’ Alex claps her hand to her forehead, shaking her head wildly. ‘Oh my god. You could’ve told me. You know how I feel! How could you -’

‘Alex, I swear, it’s not like that!’ Lucy runs her hand through her sleep mussed hair, which causes it to stick up at odd angles and she still looks good and Alex really hates her right now. ‘Oh my god. This makes so much sense. Christ, I said she should tell you’.

[singwhenyoucantspeak]

#5 for the ask thing!

5. Describe your aesthetic - the smell of fresh coffee, chill acoustic music, never-ending book shelves full of paperbacks (that i may or may not actually read), skinny jeans and sweaters, allllll the boots and jackets.  

(this was actually really hard and probably not well done i don’t even know)

Thank you so much for the question!! also umm you’re an amazing writer and i’m fangirling that you asked me a question (I will never be over Between the Lines tbh)  

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