#with some angst

[joinmeinjoy]

knight hob knight hob knight hob

[angstitty]

Maybe it’s time I sit my ass down and write a good fkg autistic!Peter and genderfluid!Wade spideypool fic because I’ve exhausted my other resources and I just need

I need

[get-the-medjacks]

@mazerunner-rarepairs major character (un)death and some potential extra rare advanced board content??

Some Rachel/Miyoko that has been stewing in my thoughts from the moment I read the FAQ for this event

AO3 link

[lord-aldhelm]

WIP File Game: Aldhelm x OC- tell us the plot bunny or a snippet!

Thanks for asking @thelettersfromnoone!!! This is still in the daydream stage but I have a rough outline for it. I don't want to spoil too much, but here is a synopsis.

This takes place after the end of S5. Aldhelm is out on patrol and comes across a small group of Danes who are causing trouble. One of the Danes is a woman warrior, and he gets into a scuffle with her. He has her disarmed, but he cannot bring himself to kill her (he doesn't believe in hurting women). So he lets her go and she escapes. They meet again later in a real battle, and he is injured. She has the chance to finish him off but she doesn't, remembering that he spared her life, she spares his. She heals his wounds and they later slowly get to know each other, and long story short they fall in love. I don't want to get into too many details since it would ruin the story but you get the idea.

[lavrach]

FINALLY I posted the 9th chapter to my fanfic!!! Give it a read :D (please)

[cassieuncaged]

Could I request Ellen Ripley with some fluff, please?

Sand in the Hourglass

Ellen Ripley x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: You savor the quiet moments with Ripley and Jonesy the cat.

TW: brief language

WC: 500

Ripley isn't sure how she's become the de facto owner of Jonesy but she'd never complain about the company. He'll be going with the crew on The Nostromo, leaving you alone in the meantime. It's bittersweet but there's a month left until the mission begins.

So you decide to savor the time spent with Ellen and the orange tomcat. Especially as they sleep and you're left wide awake in bed. The apartment you share isn't much but it's something.

Everything smells like her: woodsy with a distinct mechanical oil that seems to permeate in wild curls. It's your favorite scent, a reminder that will linger for the half decade she's gone.

You'd wait a millennium if needed. Ripley was your person and the world made a little more sense with her in it.

Sighing, you rolled over to find her still asleep. Lying on her back, arms akimbo, her nose crinkled with every breath. Hair askew and messy, one finger wrapped a tendril tightly around it. She fidgeted at the distrubance.

"Y/N?" a sleep grated voice met tired ears as dark eyes opened. "You alright."

"I'm fine," you began, hoping the next words didn't make you sound like too much of a creep. "Just watching you sleep."

"Insomnia again?" she chuckled, rolling to pull you flush against her chest. This was home, being tucked against the woman you loved. Burrowing into the crook of her neck, you inhaled the scent of home.

She was your safe space, your sanctuary...your everything.

And she was leaving. Because a corporation said so. Squeezing your eyes shut, you focused on her arms holding you close, on Jonesy's loud purr from the foot of the bed.

"I suppose," you finally responded.

"It's not forever." she replied sleepily, resting her chin atop your head.

"I know," the response was flat, rehearsed and unfeeling. Though it was easy to feel the cracks in your heart become more prominent. "Don't forget me, El."

"You don't forget me." a kiss was pressed into messy hair, "It'll only feel like a week in cryosleep. You'll have all the time in the world to move on if you'd like."

"Don't say that," you pouted, squeezing at one of the arms wrapped tightly around a sleeping form. "Fuck Weyland Yutani."

"Well, obviously." she chuckled again, "Regardless, I hope you're here waiting for me. If that's not too much to ask."

"It's way too much to ask. But I'd do anything for the other half of my heart." You coo, half kidding. She's the love of your life but you want to be understanding. Her job pays well and it'd be unwise to completely abandon it. "I love you."

"I love you," followed by a yawn, she nuzzles closer as Jonesy trudges up the mattress between a tangle of legs. His head thumps into limp fingers before you're dutifully scratching at orange ears.

You're entire world is right here.

And you'll savor every moment you have left.

[girlonastring]

Small story of Stiles being the only one to understand our resident Sourwolf’s needs.

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[l0caltiredgirl]

when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real

[garden-of-bri]

I have this idea for a fic but i have very little (read as: no) confidence in my writing ability.

[lenaellsi]

doodle featuring retirement hobbies and the husbands subjected to them

[bigolialragu]

hecate

(print)

[bruciemilf]

Okay. But when Bruce discovers Talia knew Jason was alive? That she knew his child was the man under the red hood. His boy.

Oh.

Jason’s met and memorized every facet of Bruce Wayne. He knows Bruce by the way his eyes melt when he looks at him, to the hard lines of his cowl. He knows where Bruce starts and Batman ends.

When Bruce rips off his cowl to give her the deepest glare Jason’s ever seen, he’s reminded there’s no difference. Fear hits his stomach when he swallows,

“Hey, old man, don’t fucking blame HER. She has NO obligation to you—“

Bruce’s eyes are unblinking, wide, jumping from her frozen form to him. And Jason’s suddenly 10 again, running from hungry stray dogs cornering him in a place with no exit.

Bruce’s voice is shadow and whisper, “Quiet.”

“…Okay.”

“Damian,” he rasps, pointing at the small figure with dark hair and green eyes, who looks at neither of them. He looks at Talia. Jason thinks it’s fair. He’s never seen her scared, either. “Car. Cave. Stay. “

There’s something incredibly bitter in Jason when he just does. Doesn’t ask. Doesn’t rebel. He wants to, with every fiber and matter and crumb in his body. And his body says no.

He grabs Damian like he’s an angry cat, not the small assassin he knew since he was born. He doesn’t look back. He doesn’t want to, he realizes.

“Did you know?” Bruce asks, such a deadly calm to him, too calm for the winter in his eyes. Talia would’ve preferred a blade to the neck.

She can’t meet his eye. Almost like if she doesn’t face his hatred, his disapproval, his disappointment, it doesn’t count. “I did. “

“…Whatever you do,” she’d take it as pity if he didn’t sound repulsed , “you’re still his daughter.”

[ctrlzxoo]

ROUND 7: amongst a sea of green, is a glimpse of snow

Bonus: happy end(?)

[luobenn]

we must continue

[hypnoticmoth]

Do you ever want to badly write a fic but you’re too self conscious about your writing so it stays a forever idea ?? Hahaha…

Anyway, i’ve had thought about Vox’s obsession with Alastor bringing the ruin of the Vees…. Many many ideas, and what happens and …. Augh