#need to write some of these someday

[feroluce]

For me, as much as I adore the theme of travel companions, henghill is more of a "someday" thing in that regard. I love Boothill being a weird loner Galaxy Ranger rather than a Nameless- man is undomesticated and belongs sleeping in the cargo holds of supply ships, threatening silence out of anyone that tries to report him. Let him be wild and free!!

I would LOVE it if Boothill just hitched a short ride off Asdana to whatever the Express' next destination is, though!

Like maybe the Express decides to stick around Penacony for a while, the same way they do other destinations, and Boothill is there anyway to investigate Oswaldo Schneider. It's rare to find a planet where the IPC is present, but doesn't actually have a lot of power; he can't pass this opportunity up!

And in that time, he sees a lot of Dan Heng.

Boothill gets text messages asking him to the quieter parts of the Dreamscape (he threatened and made a scene - it's called standing up for your rights, Dan Heng was given a room with a Dreampool by The Family for helping root out The Order) or mostly to the Express, where Dan Heng curiously asks him about Paths, about aeons and Emanators, The Rangers, all the worlds he's seen and places he's been.

Boothill isn't really surprised the first time they spend an entire night talking and discussing- after all, they'd chattered a lot that first day they met at the bar in the Reverie! But in talking so much, of course the topic of home comes up.

Dan Heng asks about Boothill’s homeworld.

Boothill tells Dan Heng it's gone now, and changes the subject.

Boothill asks about Dan Heng's past, before the Astral Express and the Nameless.

Dan Heng freezes up and closes off, and changes the subject.

In yet another moment of tacit understanding, neither of them ask again.

But this continues, all throughout their stint in Penacony, finding each other and seeking the other out for no reason other than good company. Dan Heng adds ridiculous amounts of data to the archives that Boothill dictates to him. They both know he could get that information elsewhere if he really wanted. Boothill finds he's kinda happy he doesn't.

And Boothill is someone who's hard to keep up with. He knows he is, and he has no problem with it. It's part of what makes him excel as a Galaxy Ranger. But there's something fun about how Dan Heng just rolls with it, and so effortlessly! Boothill finds something shady going on, grabs a guy who was preying on people, and has this dude held up by the collar with his feet swinging while he cackles right in his face, when Dan Heng shows up.

Boothill says they're just having a friendly chat. He makes zero effort to hide what he's actually doing. Boothill's new friend pleads for Dan Heng to help him, please! This guy's crazy!

Dan Heng materializes his spear.

The guy apologizes even harder, tells them he won't do anything shady ever again, promise, promise! Boothill's jabbers at him and shakes him around some more before Dan Heng taps the pole of his spear against the covered metal of Boothill's leg and tells him come on, he's already scared the man witless, they have a date to keep. Boothill drops the guy and watches him scurry off like a cockroach.

"So, now it's a date, huh?"

"...Come on, let's go."

They go to the Dreamflux Reef after that, because Boothill just so happened to totally by coincidence find that shady guy's wallet (read: robbed him blind) and he wants that money to go back to the native Penaconians before anyone else. Dan Heng follows, and stuffs all of the man's credits into the tip jar of the bar they go to.

And even when the Express embarks anew from Asdana (with Boothill hidden away in some corner or compartment, because the IPC finally got pissed enough to start looking for him under The Family's noses skzikske) this continues. The next planet is difficult to get to because of Stellaron activity; so they have to fly manually part of the way instead of warping. Boothill doesn't get his own room since he's only hitching a ride, but Pom-Pom graciously allows him to sleep on a couch-

("Thank ya, Fluffy. No hard feelings about before, right?" "You're lucky my other passengers like you. And no shoes on the couches!!")

-in one of the cars. And it becomes normal commonplace to find Boothill telling stories, and Dan Heng rapidly writing them all down, at obscene hours in the parlor car while Himeko and Welt ask if either of them even slept.

Boothill teaches Dan Heng all about his favorite drinks and liquor in general, how to aim and shoot a gun, how to hunt and track prey. Dan Heng teaches Boothill about a lot of the teachings of Lan and The Hunt from the Xianzhou, what it's like there, some of the culture, some of the fables and old tales.

Boothill still leaves when it's time to go. He's still got things to do and people to kill, after all.

But it never feels like he's very far. The archives are full of him, even if he's never mentioned by name. The article on the Galaxy Rangers is several times longer than it was before. There's new data on multiple planets and worlds.

There's one that's still just a header and title. Boothill doesn't know about it yet. Dan Heng hopes he can fill the page on Aeragan-Epharshel someday and show it to him.

And even if he doesn't stay, he does return. Boothill breaks in stops by any time he happens to be nearby. He's used to traveling without much rest, and only takes what he can easily carry on him- nothing that can slow him down or hinder him. He can't put a bullet between Oswaldo Schneider's eyes if he gets himself killed over something as stupid as being weighed down in a fight, after all.

Dan Heng is similarly sparse. He still sleeps in the archives, with nothing but his futon and old suitcase to mark the space as his.

But there's an old wooden guitar carefully propped in the corner, just waiting for its owner's return.

[wonder-worker]

Wild how we know that Elizabeth Woodville was officially appointed to royal councils in her own right during her husband’s reign and fortified the Tower of London in preparation of a siege while 8-months pregnant and had forces gathering at Westminster “in the queen’s name” in 1483 – only for NONE of these things to be even included, let alone explored, in the vast majority of scholarship and historical novels involving her.

[stormxpadme]

Anyone's sent today's Wolverine issue to Brevoort yet? You know since he keeps on yapping how the throuple is lacking evidence especially in recent issues LOL. This is exactly what the starving throuple fans deserved. It's not EVERYTHING of course, because this is still Marvel, but you can read it however you like and they didn't just retcon it from orbit as was at some point rumored. These panels make me mighty emotional, and now I'm ready to write ALL the throuple and scogan things for pride month :D.

[skyrim-forever]

Feels bad for my other ocs as they watch me enter my 7th consecutive month of hyperfixationing on my fav and not making anything for them

[wordsofwilderness]

Not me looking at my notes for to smut scenes that are basically right after each other and seeing that both revolves around James having his head between Regulus' thighs.

I was just like, oh silly me I accidentally got the same idea twice, let me just combine these.

But NO, one is James edging Regulus with a blowjob and the other is James eating Regulus out featuring some overstimulation. Those are clearly not at all the same.

[askfallenroyalty]

Not that I needed a NEW project to work on but... Here's my Underfell take. Let's see where this goes.

[prismatic-starstuff]

What I Want To Do: make an analysis on how HAL 9000 achieved status as a legendary film villain while he's actually the Space Odyssey series's most tragic victim, write multiple fanfictions where he's loved and cherished and taken care of the way he deserves to be, consider the many ways this deeply complex and fascinating character can be interpreted based on the books and the film and admire how each and every interpretation is wonderful

What My Brain Gives Me Every Time I Try To Do Any Of These Things: h-haaaaaaaaal,,, hhhhhhhal my beloved,,,,,, precious sweetheart,,,,,,,,, i rotate him slowly in my brain and hold him gentle like halburger,,,,,,,,,,,,

[achillesisnotcomingdown]

The brainstorming I've done so far for my cod x Iliad

As I just arrived on vacation I can't work much on it for now, but I've got some thoughts. (I've written all of that in about 24h so it's very very much still a draft)

Characters from one franchise won't be associated with specific charas from the other franchise (bc except for ghoap/odydio I can't think of anything). It's just the Iliad guys in CoD setting.

So the Achaeans/Trojans would be like Specgru/Kortac

Agammenon is captain, obviously. Nestor is retired from going on operations, but still works with them.

Ody's callsign is Nobody, even more obviously (I need to look at others' epithets, but it's a bit tough bc callsigns r usually just one word...)

Achilles and Diomedes are both very young (for their rank) and killing machines. The main difference is that Achilles is dangerously unstable while Diomedes is very obedient to his superiors.

Maybe the gods would be some higher ups ?? (Idk the actual world) That the guys rarely ever see but their orders can't be dismissed or questioned. ("Wtf that's practically a suicide mission" "The orders r direct from Zeus. He says the potential losses are worth it")

If I ever write about it I'm thinking of doing a format, like, each chapter is a mission (or shenanigans on base(or a bit of both?) to introduce the setting, characters, dynamics, ect... And then maybe after some chaps going for an actual plot or a few subplots (ykw's gonna happen to Pat)

Please guys do tell me what u think of it so far :3 and don't hesitate to help me a bit (ex with callsigns and ranks lol)

[ipegchangbin]

apologies i legit have nothing for christmas but im wishing yall a happy holidays (and good days to those who dont celebrate) !!! new fics and art coming soon in 2024 i promise 🫡

as per jeongin’s words. merry cree !! :D

[lunarsolar1]

Sometimes I want to write ff for dead boy detectives but then I remember I suck at writing and I’m horrible at it so that urge quickly goes away 😔😞

[arolesbianism]

Take some Fydd's I just realized I never posted

[anaesthesia-why]

omg I just realised that Childe's theme in the 4.0 archon quest reminds me of Goncharov. Like not a completely direct relation as there is not really any love interests for him but. The loss of self implied by his unstable emotions and vision malfunctioning. And that he is known as the Russian (but Italian-inspired) mafia psycho. He's doing so much for the family but in that he's done so much harm to himself in a span of a few years that maybe he doesn't even realise that he's lost his identity already. Also Fontainian clocks ticking around him gave his subconscious a different perspective of the passage of time, and a subtle feeling that everything is about to change for him. That he's stepping onto a path of self destruction even grander than before and for whatever reason he cannot fight the desire for self-compromise. Or maybe we'll see the subversion of the trope by the end of Fontain AQ??

I say no love interest, but maybe the traveler can kind of fit into that mold in the sense of being a savior, somehow? Will they be able to save Childe, though?

[astrofons-highderich]

Random Alfons Heiderich headcanons:

- Snores when he sleeps, even before his lung issues. That does make him breathe heavier though and he is self conscious about it.

- Too lax about personal safety, like forgetting to lock the front door and looking up at the sky while he's walking.

- He loves birds, partially because they inspired his love of flight but also because he was raised around chickens. They were basically his pets and first friends.

- gay gay homosexual gay

- His favourite song is Claire de Lune. He thinks it's what floating through space sounds like.

- Has bad posture from leaning over studying. (Ed doesn't thanks to his physical training routines despite being even more of a bookworm, and constantly prods Alfons to sit up straight or stretch when they're working)

- Has a thing for guys with scars. (as was the style at the time)

- Finds it very hard to lie convincingly, but has become good at avoiding direct questions. He gets away with it because those that know him assume he's too honest to be able to do that.

- Gets flustered easily when complimented or flirted with, but can be seriously intense when he's the one expressing romantic intention.

- Thought Ed might have been an angel when he first met him and started talking about other worlds, and felt compelled to help him no matter what. He figured out pretty quickly that couldn't be true but it was still too late by then lol

- Would fall into super good friends with Winry right away if they met, but I think Alphonse would take a loooong time to get beyond civil.

- He has a big sweet tooth, and has a secret sweet stash for when he's stressed or wants to reward himself. He only shares any with Ed if it's an emergency. (Like Ed forgetting to eat and collapsing when his automail takes too much of his strength)

- He spends more time than he'd like to admit getting his hair how he likes every morning.

- Loves the feel of oil and grease on his hands when he's working but hates getting any on his shirt.

[nocentis]

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[clandestinegardenias]

Welcome to the next installment in my 15 minute fitzier first kiss fic challenge! For the anonymously submitted prompt "Could you write a fitzier kiss where one of them sustains a minor injury and the other kisses it better 🥺"

Hope this post finds you, anon!

A Metaphor for This

“Ah, damn,” James hisses, and flexes his hand, bending to inspect it. 

There is a dot of blood welling on the tip of his finger where the envelope has cut it. 

It is a vibrant, nearly lewd red against the pale of James’ skin, backgrounded by the slushy white of London’s slowly melting snow. 

Francis’ heart is suddenly rabbit-quick in his chest, fluttering up against his ribcage in distress. 

A memory, unbidden, of blood on shale. Blood dripping from James’ eye. 

His throat is too thin for air to pass. When he attempts to gulp down a breath it stutters through him, strained. His mind is a susurration of buzzing sound, fuzzy and muddled.  

James stares down at the blood now swelling from his finger, dripping down the side falling to dot the street. 

“Clumsy of me,” James says, as if to himself. 

Francis steps forward, shucking off his gloves as he goes, and takes James’ hand in his own lightly shaking grip.  

He is gentle, so very careful, but he hears James’ sharp intake of breath nonetheless. He rubs a thumb over the soft underside of James’ wrist, reassuring. He will not hurt him. 

“F-Francis?,” James says, voice lilting up a little at the end making it a question. 

“Shush,” Francis tells him, and James does. He relinquishes himself to Francis’ care, posture slumping so that he rests against Francis’ side. As if he has just been waiting for this moment to lean on him, to be supported. Held. Cared for. 

Francis fishes a handkerchief from his pocket, dabs ever so gently at the cut. 

Within seconds, the blood is beading up again, the wound resisting. There is the vague thought in the back of Francis’ head, the specter of old wounds long-healed reopening, reopening, reopening–

He brings James’ finger to his mouth and licks it, cleaning the blood from it with a short swipe of his tongue. James makes a strangled sort of noise somewhere above him. 

His blood tastes like iron, like salt, like the sea. 

The cut is slower to bleed again, this time. It is working. 

Francis lowers his head a bit further and slips the tip of James’ finger into his mouth, sucking. 

Pressure, to stop the bleeding. 

He pulls back to evaluate his work. The cut is still angry, red, but the active bleeding seems to have stopped. He nods in satisfaction and wraps his handkerchief around James’ finger for good measure, pressing the extra fabric into James’ palm and using his hand to curl James’ fingers around it. That should serve, until they can get home to proper medical supplies. 

Duty fulfilled, he straightens to find James looking at him, wide-eyed and startled. 

“James?” he asks, suddenly worried he has done something untoward, something to upset the man–

James drops the handkerchief, takes Francis’ face between his hands, and kisses him, once, firmly, right on the lips. 

He pulls back just as fast, looking even more shocked at his own actions than he was at Francis’ suckling on his fingertip. 

Francis feels as if he is melting, as if he is floating. He brings a hand up to card through James’ hair, thumb stroking across his cheek, and pulls him back in. 

[miikanui]

@crunchy-criss-1 do you fw marine biologist! kaoru???

(i SWEAR i told you ab this au before.)