followed by small ships

Queen Ambassador (Chapter 1)

Your name was Sophia, and you had no idea how you ended up in this mess.

You came from a small town in New Jersey, near the shore but not near enough to be surrounded by homes that were reserved only for summer vacations. You considered yourself average, as far as people go, so the fact that you’d just been ‘abducted’ by aliens was more than shocking to you. Sure, you knew Earth had established connections with other lifeforms, it had been all over the news when NASA made contact with some aliens who had been traveling around in search for allies in some intergalactic war they were facing, but you never thought that you’d suddenly be swept up from your home to act as ambassador for the human race. You were barely qualified, as far as you were concerned.

That’s not what they thought, though. Most of the world’s governments had been negotiating peace with these foreign beings for quite some time, but in order for Earth to be seen as a proper ally to their new friends, a human was meant to come with them. Many had offered themselves up, but the alien’s leader refused. They demanded they pick out someone themselves, only this way could they make sure the ambassador was fit for the job they needed them to do.

You’d been in school when the aliens came. Under orders of the government, your school orchestrated an assembly for all of those turning who were or were turning 18 within the next 6 months. The aliens wanted someone young and willing to learn, but not so young that they’d be immature. They’d also mentioned they were looking for someone with strength, for the job of being an ambassador was not easy. The idea of space travel was more than enough to keep you interested in their investigations, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to leave Earth. You were almost out of high school, you’d been accepted into a college already, and you were looking forward to building your own future. The fear of not being able to live a normal, happy life was the only thing holding you back from outright saying you were interested in the position…but then again, you didn’t think you’d be picked in the first place, do you didn’t worry much.

That was, until the actual assembly. You sat in your chair, trying to keep your cool as your principle introduced the leader of the aliens you’d heard so much about. You couldn’t hold back the gasp that went through you when you actually saw him, though.

He was huge, and barely humanoid. He resembled something like a centaur, if a centaur’s lower half was made of a 6 legged insect. His skin was a darkish green color, with silver-grey eyes and dark black hair to match. You could also knew he bore insect-like wings on his back thanks to the internet, but they were currently hidden under some very intricate clothes he wore. Much of his attire was made up of darker green and blue colors, accented by silver jewelry and a simple crown-like band to match on his forehead. Not only was he stunning, but he was very, very intimidating.

“….Friends, my name is Orotorco, 9th leader of the planet you call ‘Spade 8H2’.” His voice, while deep and booming, was obviously not used to using English. He had problems pronouncing his own planet name, and was having even more trouble trying to seem welcoming. You sensed he wasn’t trying to be threatening, and something in you relaxed. If he was making a genuine effort to be kind, you doubt he could be that bad of a person.

“As your principle just said, me and my kin are on a hunt for a representative for your kind. Only when one is found, can our alliance be made strong. We have worked in tandem with your kind to find someone suitable, and we have concluded that someone from this area would best for the job.” He explained, “My daughter, the next ruler of my planet will decide who comes with us, for she will be the one you will have to work with every step of the way.”

Your eyes drifted to the side of the stage as another alien stepped into view. Much like her father, she was large and spider-like, but she was bluer in color and sported some short, pointed horns from her forehead. She wore blue and purple clothing with white accents, much more simple than her father’s attire. You were far away from the stage, so you couldn’t see it clearly, but you’re sure you saw silver rings around her neck, establishing her role as royalty.

She came to the microphone, her voice just as uncertain as her father’s when it came to speaking English. “My name is Uros, next leader-to-be. I will be assessing potential representatives based off of poise, strength, grace, and talent. I hope you don’t mind me asking questions throughout this process.”

You won’t lie, her voice was like honey to you. While it was clear she was nervous, you felt something warm blossom in your stomach as she gazed over the crowd. It was clear you weren’t the only one, however, many seemed more at ease after she showed up.

After a few more words of encouragement and explanation, your principle dismissed you back to your classes. Uros would be drifting between classes, observing how students worked and questioning those who she thought would fit. It was almost the end of the school-day when she entered your math class. You held your breath as she made her way over to your desk, starring curiously at your paper. You felt embarrassed, to say the least, since your worksheet was barely finished. Instead, it was filled with doodles, making your paper seem messy.

“What are these?” She asked, her voice filled with an innocent curiosity.

“They’re…um, doodles. I’m bored, so I decided to draw instead.” You replied. You were sure you were beet red, too afraid to look her in the eye.

She hummed contemplatively. “Are you allowed to doodle on your papers?”

“Well…not exactly. It’s not encouraged.”

“I see…” Uros seemed to be deep in thought. “Come with me for a second.”

Your head shot up. “Huh?”

“I want to ask you some more questions, but I don’t want to stall your class. Won’t you follow me?” She elaborated, looking slightly worried.

“…Sure, that’s ok, I think.” You followed her out of the classroom, where somebody else waited. You could only assume they were a bodyguard, since they were covered in dark grey-black robes and holding something resembling a spear. Once the door was closed, she began asking more questions.

“What’s your name, human?”


“Did you chose that yourself?”

“No, my parents did.”

“Oh, how odd.” She seemed to lean closer, checking out your facial features. “Usually around the age of 3, my kind picks their own names. We’re born nameless.”

You could only nod as a cool hand tilted your head to the side, then traced your jaw. You did your best not to seem uncomfortable, but Uros seemed to notice anyway.

“You’re very stiff. Are you ok?”

Your tongue felt thick, her eyes filled with concern. “Y-yeah, sorry. Not used to this kind of thing.”

“I guess not.” She replied, “Tell me, how much do you like your life here on Earth?”

“It’s…ok. I have a family that cares and good enough grades to get me a good job. I don’t really have a lot of friends, but other people like me enough to talk to me. I’m not unhappy with it.”

“It sounds peaceful here.”

“Compared to other places, yeah. It can be boring, though.”

That seemed to startle her, for some reason. “Boring?”

You shrugged, “Yeah. I like it here, it’s nice and I’m never in danger, but there’s nothing to do. We have the beach and sometimes new people pass through, but it’s not like anything really cool is going on. Unless you count the fact that you guys decided to show up.”

Uros seemed perplexed by this, unsure what to say. The final bell rang out in the halls, releasing students from their classes. You were about to turn around when she called out your name.



“When you get home, pack what you need to travel on a long journey. I’m picking you to be the human representative.”

“Wait, What??”

You didn’t get the time to ask any questions, though. Before you knew it, she was gone, and you were being pushed to the front of the school by the oncoming stamped of students, rushing to get home.

Telling your parents was difficult. You were an only child, and your parents were very scared of losing you. It got even worse when a government agent swung by to give you a list of things to pack, as well as some other items you couldn’t normally buy without some sort of clearance. These items included a gun, a handbook about intergalactic politics (for dummies!), a small list of emergency numbers that would get you in contact with NASA over long distances, and a phone that was specifically made for your position. A regular phone wouldn’t function once off the Earth, so this one was built just with high-tech modifications so it would last. Despite this, it looked practically normal, a lot like an IPhone, in fact.

It wasn’t long after that Uros and Orotorco came to pick you up. Orotorco seemed genuinely sorry for your parents, trying to comfort them by assuring them you’d be well taken care of. You watched numbly as some bodyguards carried out your luggage, all of them in a unifying black uniform. You only snapped out of your dazed state when you felt that familiar cool hand on your back, Uros looking at you with worry.

“This won’t be forever…right? I can come back to visit?”

She nodded, “Yes, you’re not our prisoner or anything. You’re free to return here when your duties don’t keep you from doing so.”

When it was finally time to go, you gave your parents a final parting goodbye and followed Uros onto a small ship of sorts. You felt tears well up as you looked out the window during takeoff, your mother curled into your father’s chest with grief.

You simply could not believe this was happening.

Orotorco’s booming voice caught your attention, seeming to sense your sadness.

“Sophia, is it?” He asked, “I promise we will do everything we can to make you feel at home here. You’re our only hope.”

“Why, though?” You asked back, “Why not someone else, like an actual diplomat.”

Orotorco just sighed. “It’s complicated, you see. It has to do a lot with physical makeup, as well as personality and upbringing. We couldn’t pick anyone. It seems out of all of the people Uros surveyed, you were the only one who met the standards we need in a representative.”

Your mind took this all in slowly. Was it really that specific?

“….Ok, so what do I have to do, exactly?”

“Right! I completely forgot to tell you about that, didn’t I? Me and my kin only chose one ally per generation, so this is a very sought out position by many other species of alien.” He explained, seeming a bit more cheerful. “You will speak on behalf of your planet when working with us, and when the time is right, you will help bring the next generation of my kin into the world.”

You paused for a minute. “Wait, back up. What does that last part mean? ‘Bring the next generation of kin into the world’?”

Orotorco seemed confused, “Ambassadors usually bear children for royalty on my planet. Is it not the same on Earth?”

“No, not at all!” You said, alarm clear in your voice. “Where did that come from?”

“A government agent you spoke to was supposed to brief you on this…I’m afraid there may have been a miscommunication.”

Your head spun as you thought about it. You didn’t want kids! Who was even going to be the father? How was this going to work? They were bug-like and huge in comparison to you…

“Who….Who is my partner.”

Uros spoke up in her usual honey-like voice, seeming a bit embarrassed herself.


It was too much. Without as much as a second thought, you fell over, your world going dark in a matter of seconds as both Uros and Orotorco called out to you. The last thing you remember is cool hands supporting your body, begging you to stay awake.

(Chapter 1- End)

(Hey! My name is O, and this is my first fic being submitted here. This is defiantly going to be multi-chapter, but I promise there will be some good pregnancy/oviposition shit going on up in here! Next chapter should come out soon, I’m a pretty quick writer.

My NSFW blog is or-beez, but its pretty empty rn. Feel free to hmu there if you want though!

Are you going to leave a path to trace

What’s that? Is it me  writing for yet another fandom? Why yes it is!  This is my first attempt at Six of Crows fic, particularly Kaz/Inej fic.  You should know that I have decided to completely ignore certain Unfortunate Events that occurred in Crooked Kingdom. Because I can.

Song title from Obilvion by Bastille, because Bastille has so many Kaz/Inej  songs.

They go their separate ways. Nina and Matthias leave for Ravka. Before long, Jesper and Wylan follow, seeking another Fabrikator.  By then, Inej had already been gone for months, tales of her achievements already finding their way back to Ketterdam; some of them  borne  by Slavers who are marked by the Sea Wraith, and Kaz  remembers their faces.  Their names marked down, in case is Wraith ever needs the  information.

              Because Kaz, of course, stays in the Barrel.

              He is the Bastard of the Barrel, the leader of the Crows, the Dregs.  He is the nightmare that lives under the bed of the Merchant children.

              He is completely and utterly alone.

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I'm Not In Love (Star-Lord Smut)

As requested by anon: All I want for Christmas is more StarLord Smut! Maybe you almost get hurt and Peter gets mad then admits he was scared?

Influenced by: “I’m Not In Love” by 10cc

Warning: poorly written smut lies ahead. 

It had been almost a week since Peter had spoken to you. At first you understood. After all, you’d completely gone against his instructions. You wandered away from him on a rather sketchy planet after he’d warned you countless times to stick by his side, resulting in some unidentifiable creature slamming you against a wall and sinking its teeth into your arm as you lost consciousness. Luckily he’d gotten to you before it was too late, leaving you with only a few shallow puncture wounds and the wrath of Star-Lord.

And so because you were not dumb, and because you truly felt bad, you let Peter give you the cold shoulder. It went against everything in your nature, as you tended to be the type of person who went straight to wailing and groveling whenever you fucked up, but it was a small ship and a long journey to your next destination. There would be plenty of time for blubbering apologies. Or at least you thought.

Peter had grown irritated with everyone on the Milano at least once, and while he’d spit out a few snotty remarks, he was never one to truly yell. Instead, he would lock himself in the cockpit and then emerge a few hours later as if nothing ever happened. For those reasons and the fact that it’d been a whole week, you were beginning to rethink your “just leave him alone” approach, and on the eighth night of being ignored you found yourself knocking on the door to the cockpit after everyone was asleep.

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The “I didn’t have internet for almost 2 months and used up all my 4G reading 1d fanfiction” fic rec :)

 louis/harry chaptered

+ Curly Bun Man

  • I just paid for these Doritos but they’re stuck in the vending machine and I know you’ve been waiting but I am not going to let you buy something until you help me. AU 

a ghost in my lungs (it sighs in my sleep)

  • “Sometimes, when Harry is alone, he’ll stop what he’s doing - texting, fiddling with a ring, reading - and go still, like he thinks if he’s quiet enough Louis will emerge from his hiding spot and say hello.”  Alternately, the one where Louis is a lonely ghost haunting the house on the hill, and the boys move in on a Tuesday.

Poor, Unfortunate Soul

  • Louis, drunk and confused, falls off the side of the cruise ship. Harry, who had been following some dolphins who had been following the cruise ship, rescues him and takes him to a small island until help arrives (as it always does, because Louis is not the first drunk to fall off a boat). But until then, it’s just Harry and Louis. Oh, and Harry is a very handsome, shy merman. Who might have a thing for humans. And Louis, apparently, has a thing for mermen.

+ Cupids Chokehold

  • But - naively, stupidly, blindly - Harry holds out hope for a love that’s written across the stars. He can’t give up the feeling that there’s someone out there, waiting for him. He’s just going to have to wait for them, too. Or: Louis is a Cupid who tries to match up Niall and Harry. It doesn’t work out as planned.

louis/harry oneshots

this unnatural path, it spans infinitely 

  • “You’re gay,” Louis suddenly says, snapping Harry out of his trance. He nods slowly. “Yes, I am.” Louis then goes silent again and swallows back. He closes his eyes shut tightly and lets out a breath. Harry is somewhat worried, mostly because he’s just met Louis today and hasn’t seen him act so strange. “You’re so fucking open with it, Jesus.” New York City: The city that never sleeps. Harry, a university student, takes a trip to New York City with his university and is partnered with Louis Tomlinson. Secrets and fears are revealed and a feeling of longing comes out between the two. or an au where Louis and Harry are on a trip with their university to nyc and the fall in love and fuck.

Wax Off

  • Harry reaches back in with both hands, wordless. The span of his hand wrapped easily over the top of Louis’ thigh, his thumb pulling to stretch the fragile skin there tight. With his other hand, he grasped at the edge of the hard wax, peeling it up just enough to get a grip with his thumb and first finger. He looked up to meet Louis’ eyes. “Ready?” Harry helps Louis wax everything off.

All the kids at school (they were wishing they were me that night)

  • “Are you sure that you two aren’t dating?” Louis forces his gaze away from Harry’s scrunched face and looks to Nick, already rolling his eyes, “Yes, Nicholas, we’re sure. There are these neat things called ‘friends’, perhaps you’ve heard of them, and me and Harry the best kind and best kinds of friends don’t screw each other on the sly. ” Or Getting voted 'School’s Hottest Couple’ when they aren’t actually a couple complicates things a bit.

Tonight We’re The Sea And The Salty Breeze

  • “How may I make myself useful Mr Styles?” “I heard physical activities made you lose lots of sweat and water, great way to eliminate the toxins from what I’ve understood.” “Are you propositioning me?” “I am.” or AU where Harry is rich and handsome and Louis serves him a smoothie.

+ Jump The Gun

  • He groans in frustration, slamming his suitcase shut and maybe slamming his head against it a bit, because Harry Styles is trying to kill him, and it’s all because he has a stupid fucking fetish for girls’ underwear. (or, Louis likes to wear lingerie. Harry likes that Louis likes to wear lingerie.)

+ Bambi

  • “What’re you here for, exactly. I really would love to know.” “Just here for a chat,” provokes Harry. “Lovely to get back home, you know. Got a turkey in the oven–” “At three in the morning. Get real, Bambi.” Louis deadpans a look at Harry, his eyes emotionless as they bore into him. “You’re here for the zirconia, aren’t you.” or the au where harry becomes an assassin and has a mission at louis’ house to steal the million dollar zirconia for zayn.

+ The Way You Make Me Feel

  • “You couldn’t last a damn day without trying to sleep with me." "I can last a whole fucking week,” Harry says, rising to Louis’ challenge. “Wanna make a bet on that, Styles?" "You’re on,” Harry grins. Or, Disney AU where Louis and Harry try not to fuck in public places.

+ A Match Made in Aisle Three (Everybody Cutloose)

“Don’t feel bad,” Louis said. “You picked the machine that freaks out on customers more often than not. It’s not your fault it froze on you.”
“Oh, OK,” Harry replied. “Glad it’s not just me, then.”
“Yeah. Um, I’ll move your stuff to one that works.“
"Wait, don’t!”
Too late.
Before Harry could finish his request, Louis saw what Harry’s purchase was – a giant bottle of lube.
So Louis did what he does best: made it even more awkward.
“Big night tonight?”

Or, the one where Louis is a drama student/cashier who assists Harry in buying a bottle of lube, and is also the only guy that frat boy Harry has trouble talking to.
Also featuring Sophia as stubborn matchmaker and Liam as accidental wingman.

Rinse Me Down

  • Louis just wanted to raise a bit of money for his Uni political party. Niall and Zayn decided on a 'people wash’ because “nobody drives cars anymore”. It quickly becomes a hedonistic water fight.


tell me now and i won’t ask again

  • “You said you couldn’t live without me,” says Louis casually, eyes sparking a bit, and Zayn wants to tell him don’t ruin the momentbut he can’t deny this boy anything. “Didn’t think you cared so much, Zayner.” He pretends to swoon, eyelashes fluttering ridiculously, and he’s messing around but it doesn’t make him any less lovely in the lamp light. “You’ll give a girl the wrong idea, there.” or  Louis and Zayn as best friends, boyfriends, fiancés, and husbands.

+ keep you like an oath

  • Zayn doesn’t recognize the man through the peephole, but he looks harmless enough, so Zayn swings the door open, barely able to get out a greeting before,  “Hello, would you be interested in being my boyfriend?” The stranger asks.  “Uh,” Zayn mumbles, looking between the man and the space behind him, waiting for someone to jump out at him and tell him what’s going on. No one does. And the stranger is still grinning at him, blue eyes shining and teeth on full display as he waits. “Who are you?” Zayn finally asks, when the stranger makes no move to give him more information about what’s happening.

nor are mine ears with thy tongue’s tune delighted

  • louis is the shrew that doesn’t want taming. harry happens to like being adored, thank you. liam is hopelessly lovesick. niall’s the man with the plan. and zayn is in it for the money, until he isn’t. a 10 things i hate about you au. 

+ unwanted pets and the right kind of friends

  • the only things stopping louis from getting laid are his friends and a turtle named Lebron (and maybe his own feelings). or four times louis and zayn fail to have sex and the one time they do.

+ Love is Art and You’re My Canvas

  • zayn is fresh out of juvenile detention, louis is blind and both of them are the only ones who truly know how to take care of each other. 

+ i’m not looking for a lover

  • Zayn has recently come into possession of a fortune he wants little to do with and time he doesn’t know how to waste. And then there’s Louis, someone who can solve both of these problems even though he has his own load of baggage. They meet in New York. 


+ Soul

Liam tosses a grin back over his shoulder. “What are you going to do when I’ve gone and there’s no one around to drive you round the bend?”

Louis’ bike coasts to a stop. It happens so slowly that by the time he’s at a standstill, Liam is far ahead, up by the curve. “I’ll forget.”

Liam stops much more quickly. They’re alone in the dome; their private conversation can be held across thirty feet of open space. “You’ll what?”

Louis watches him. “I’ll forget,” he repeats. “Not the way you forget things, when you can’t pinpoint them but you still carry them in your heart. I’ll just have my hard drive wiped.”

Or: Louis is the medical android tasked with taking care of Liam in a world after nuclear war.


I’ve been reading too much Kellex fanfiction

An Unlikely Trio - Part 2

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 1900

Warnings: violence, implied smut

A/n: FUCK I know he’s so OOC but I’ve been bingeing on the clone wars tv series and I’m in love with how Anakin is a really playful character in it and I can’t help but imagine Kylo being the same when he’s with people he’s comfortable around.


The three of you had reached the base, you in Finn’s arms as you had become extremely weak from all the blood loss. They managed to make it back to the outpost without another incident, but returned weary and hungry. As soon as the General sensed them coming she ordered for the gates to be opened.

“Are you alright? What happened?” General Organa worriedly hurried to the group. “Who’s this?”

“Our ship crash landed a couple miles from here.” Finn explained.

“And that is Kylo Ren’s apprentice.” Rey added.

“What’s wrong with her?” The General placed a hand on your sleeping figure, feeling the force flowing strongly in your veins.

“We got attacked by a Nexu in the forest. She uh- helped us, but she got clawed in the process.” Finn replied.

“Let’s get her to the medical ward. Need to make sure she didn’t catch an infection.” The General started leading the two. “And let’s get you two some food and water.”

“She will be quite the asset. Maybe even in turning the tides of this war.” Leia spoke to the two as they all sat around the sleeping girl.

“Kylo Ren seems to be extremely fond of her. He came after us on his own, with only an astromech and medical droid.” Rey added.

“Yeah, he called her… sweet cheeks – and angel.” Finn snorted, sceptical of even his own words.

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Okay but the worst thing about the Star Wars fandom is the alarming number pedophillic ships. Like let’s do a quick run-down:

Obikin: When Anakin and Obi-Wan first met, Anakin was NINE. Obi-Wan was TWENTY-FIVE. That’s a SIXTEEN YEAR AGE DIFFERENCE. Like, when these people rewatch Episode l, do they legit look at this 9-year old and 25-year old shaking hands and go, “yup I ship it”. WTF? On top of that, in Episode ll Anakin flat out states that he views Obi-Wan as a father. So yeah, incest subtext on top of the pedophillia subtext. And yet people say that Anidala is creppy because Padme is five years older.

Pretty much any Ahsoka ship: When we first met Ahsoka, she was 14. Anakin, Padme and Rex were in their early to mid-twenties and Obi-Wan was like early thirties or something. And again with the incest subtext, Anakin, Obi-Wan and Padme were all like parental figures to her. That’s not all though, she’s been shipped with Plo Koon (y’know, the guy that found her as a BABY), Cad Bane, Grievous, Ventress, Maul, and even fucking Yoda. These characters are all adults who met Ahsoka years before she was of legal age.

Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon: As stated above, Obi-Wan was twenty-five in Episode l. Qui-Gon was like, in his sixties, hell, he was even (surprisingly) slightly older than Palpatine. Just…do I need to explain what’s wrong with this. And again, Master/padawan relationships are supposed to be parental, so yay, even more incest subtext.

Aurra Sing and Boba Fett: Yes, I’m serious, this ship seems to have a small following despite that she’s an adult and he was twelve when we saw them on screen together. I’ve seen the smut on DeviantArt and let me tell you, that is true pain. Also, from the way she treated him on Clone Wars it’s also an abusive ship so bonus points for that.

R3yl0: Rey is 19. Kylo is 30. Even if it wasn’t abuse AND possible incest, it would still be gross because of that


anonymous asked:


how about sunlight?? i got some of those from passing ships

Castiel follows Dean into a small galley kitchen that is softened by the morning sunlight. A tall man is leaning across the counter, elbows propped on top of a few scattered books. He looks up from his reading and frowns at Dean questioningly, tilting his head toward Castiel.

Once he’s finished, Castiel lays the book gently on the table and regards the large window framing the east wall of the lounge. The day is cloudy, with the sunlight barely hitting the dehydrated and dead leaves scattered on the ground.

Hours pass. The sun’s light dips below the horizon, taking any remaining warmth with it. The cloudy sky leaks an icy rain; the house’s veranda barely keeps the moisture off Castiel’s back. He begins to shudder violently. He thinks he may be too cold.

They walk for a few more minutes, enjoying the subdued sunlight. Dean breaks the silence again by asking, “So, you don’t have anyone up there waiting for you? An angelic love interest?”

He turns to Dean, who is smiling at him while at the same time squinting through the sunlight that is hidden behind the clouds. His hair is auburn in this lighting, and even with his faded grace, Castiel can see his soul glitter.

He and Dean read for hours in two comfy armchairs at the back of the store; the warm afternoon sunlight filters onto their faces through a narrowly slotted window. Every so often Castiel raises his eyes, and sees Dean smiling at him over the top of a book cover.

Dean can see that Cas is not physically ill. Instead he seems like a flower that hasn’t gotten any sunlight or water in days; slowly wilting lower and lower.

send me a word and i’ll tell you if it’s in my WIP

A small Zebra/Komatsu thing because I write too sometimes.

“I missed them.” Zebra admitted. “But I want this. This… it’s something I haven’t been able to see in years.”

Komatsu looked out over the grassy hill. It was a nice view despite the dreary sky, but didn’t seem like anything remarkable, especially considering the sights he’d seen alongside Zebra and Toriko. At the same time, though, as he watched Zebra hold out his hand to catch the sparsely falling rain, Komatsu could see how this setting could be a change of pace. He pulled up his hood and leaned into the larger man’s side.

“That’s because nothing here can kill you.”

He could feel Zebra’s breath stop for a moment, before he hmphed. “Nothing in prison could kill me either.”

“Yeah, but I’m not trying…”


He smiled, then, and it was somehow exactly the same as the sky– dark, understated, and gentle.

anonymous asked:

Not a request. If I were thinking about starting a fan fiction blog, granted I'm not as good with the terminology and abbreviations, would you have any advice or tips? I'm nervous and slightly unsure about going about this but I feel like it would be a fun and interesting way to pass my hospital time. Just curious to hear your input if you wouldn't mind.

Originally posted by missuchiha

Okay ahem, let me see what I can gather from sheer memory. 

  • Have fun.
  • If you are comfortable, open your requests, make a guideline of what you’re willing to write and what you’re not.
  • Remember, requests are not orders, you don’t HAVE to do them. 
  • Tag every fic. Popular tags are (specifically for Bucky as an example)
    • Bucky x Reader
    • Bucky Barnes imagine
    • Bucky Barnes x Reader
    • Marvel fanfiction
    • Marvel imagine
  • The first five tags are the most important.
  • Interact with your followers. 
  • Answers asks, remember to tag them because spamming people with asks is annoying af. (I’m sorry bc I do it too much). 
  • Install XKIT. It helps you queue your asks, tag them, and so much more. Yes, queue your asks. That’s what I do. Which is why people think I’m always online lmao.
  • Interact with other writers, talk with them, make them your friends. Writer friends are always the absolute best. 
  • Drabbles (for me) are from 100-1,000 words.
  • Anything longer than that is a oneshot.
  • An imagine is any fanfiction, you’re literally imagining stuff and writing it down, so everything is an imagine. 
  • USE THE ‘KEEP READING’ FEATURE. Ways to install that keep reading feature are:
    • Press “ctrl + shift + K”
    • When you press enter and the cursor is in a brand-new row, you press the little + button and click on the ellipsis (…)
    • The html for ‘keep reading’ is [[ MORE ]] Without the space between the brackets and the more. 
  • Make your profile look pretty (don’t ask me how, bc I don’t know how).
  • Make a masterlist. How? Here:
    • Create a new text post.
    • Title it Masterlist or whatever
    • Separate your fics by character
    • Preferably order them from newest to oldest (easier for your followers)
    • Highlight the text you want to connect to the link of the fic
    • Click on the infinity symbol. Looks something like this: ∞
    • Paste in the link of the fic post and press enter
    • Keep doing that until you got yourself a masterlist
    • Put a “Keep Reading” on your masterlist so that way it won’t get all long and annoying. 
  • If you have a small number of followers, do ships. If you don’t, don’t you EVER do ships. 
  • Drabble games are SO FUN. Do those. 
  • Put your name and age in your bio. That way your followers know what to call you. Maybe even your preferred pronouns and stuff you’d like them to know right off the bat. 
  • Put your masterlist on your bio as well. How, do you ask?
    • <p><a href=“link of masterlist post here”> Masterlist Here</a>
    • Insert that into your bio when you edit your theme on your laptop.
    • I also like to use: “ | “ to separate my links, my name, location, etc.
  • Put up an F.A.Q. post, link it to your bio. Because you will get the same question over and over again.
  • If you post smut on a regular basis or just want minors out of your blog, go to your settings and make sure you are flagged as an 18+ blog. 
  • Make sure you have your ask box opened. Again, go to your settings and click on your blog and enable asks. 
  • Overall, just have fun. Don’t worry too much. This is all for fun. 
  • Don’t take shit too seriously. You don’t get paid for anything, this is all fictional, and people can be a little too sensitive. Don’t be like that. 
  • Uhhh yeah, that’s it.
  • Hope this helps omg.
  • It got so long. 

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Steggy Fanfiction Recs 101: Electric Boogaloo

Many moons ago I posted a huge Steve/Peggy rec list. This new collection is a companion post to that one and my offering for the last day of our lovely positivity week. 

This is a varied bunch including multi-chapter, one-shots, and drabble collections. I haven’t included WIPs so just wait for number three. It’s quite a long list, so please please read under the cut for all of them!

 And please let me know if there are any faulty links! Enjoy ♥ 

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lacefedora  asked:

Rexobi kiss while they're enslaved by the zygerrians.

Prompt 3!

Thanks again for letting me change the prompt a little, Lace. This kind of got away from me, but I hope you like it!

             From the moment the electrostaff went through the slaver scum’s chest, Rex started counting.

             ‘1, 2, 3,’

             The jagyc’chakaar piece of osik’s hoverchair smashed into the useless control panel, filling the room with the sound of shattering invisa-steel and dying electronics.

             ‘4, 5, 6,’

             He glanced at Obi-Wan. The general nodded, and they turned as one, bolting out into the passageway.

             ‘7, 8, 9, 10’

             At some point, they crossed paths with General Skywalker, also running, and reached the waiting gunship as a trio. No one said a word as the ship took off.

             ‘1, 2, 3, 4, 5,’

             Commander Tano had the other prisoners. Good.

             ‘6, 7, 8, 9, 10’

             Rex maintained the steady, repetitive counting as they joined up with the cruiser. Reports were short, and he watched silently as Kenobi and Skywalker gave a brief, clipped report to the Jedi Council, promising more details upon their return to Coruscant.

             ‘1, 2, 3,’

             They were relieved of duty, General Skywalker all but bolting from the bridge, no doubt headed for the shipboard ‘freshers. Before he vanished completely, he tossed Rex a pointed look, glancing quickly at Kenobi, before looking back to Rex, who gave a short nod in reply. He had him.

             ‘4, 5, 6,’

             A quick, grateful smile, and then Skywalker was gone. Kenobi was still standing at the hollotable, but he straighten as Rex watched, as if feeling the eyes on him, and turned, making his slow way from the bridge. His arms were folded behind his back, and he looked the picture of Jedi calm, but Rex did not miss the way the general’s nails were digging into the flesh of his palms. Without a word, Rex followed after him.

             ‘7, 8, 9, 10.’

             The trek to Kenobi’s small, ship-board quarters was a familiar one. The Jedi did not speak, and Rex did not push it; simply followed a pace behind, a silent shadow. With every step that took them further from the bridge, more and more of Kenobi’s exhaustion began to show in his steps, in the slump of his shoulders and the faint scuff as he began to drag his feet. It did not take them long to reach the familiar door, and for Kenobi to thumb the lock code into the keypad.

             ‘1, 2, 3,’

             Rex took two steps into the small quarters, the door closing behind him, and then Obi-Wan was in his arms, clinging to him with the desperation of a drowning man. Rex wrapped his arms around his Jedi, hyper-aware of the smaller man’s extensive injuries, and pressed his face into Obi-Wan’s hair.

             ‘4, 5, 6,’

             He breathed with the numbers, inhaling and exhaling at the beck and call of the steady rhythm. Pressed against him, Obi-Wan was shaking, and every breath was rough and hitched, the space between them growing shorter.

             Hyperventilation. Panic attack.

‘7, 8, 9, 10,’

             “I’m here, Obi-Wan. You’re safe. We’re out, we’re not there anymore.” Rex murmured, lifting his head to look down at the man in his arms. Obi-Wan had pressed his face into the crook of Rex’s neck, his shoulders shaking with the tremors that ran through his body.

             “You’re okay. You’re safe, Obi-Wan. Can you hear me, jagyc’cyar’ika? Squeeze my shoulder if you hear me.” Rex instructed, voice low and as soothing as he could manage. There was a pause, and then a moment of pressure as Obi-Wan tightened the hand on Rex’s right shoulder.

             ‘1, 2, 3,’

             “Alright. Good. Good job, Love. You’re okay. We’re gonna go sit down, okay?”

             Another squeeze. Slowly, never loosening his hold on the shaking man in his arms, Rex guided them both over to the bunk. Once they were seated, Obi-Wan curled into him all the more. He was still shaking, and his breathing was rough and coming too fast.

             “Obi-Wan, I need you to breathe with me, okay? I’m going to count to ten. Can you breathe with me?”

             An affirmation was squeezed into his shoulder, and Rex pressed a kiss to the top of Obi-Wan’s head.

             “Alright. You’re going to be alright, Love.”

             He started his count out-loud, as slow and steady as it had been in his head, measuring his own breathing with each number.

             “One,” In, “Two,” out, “Three,” in.

It took a few repetitions, but eventually Obi-Wan’s breathing began to return to something easy and measured. Rex allowed for two more repetitions before he stopped counting, and pressed another kiss to Obi-Wan’s hair. He smelt like ash, and sweat, and unwashed bodies, and Rex decided that their next order of business was a shower.

“Good job, Obi-Wan. I’m proud of you, Love.”

Obi-Wan’s durasteel grip on Rex’s shoulders relaxed slightly, and he let out a long breath before pulling back just enough to look up and meet Rex’s eyes. Rex had to bite back a curse that the cuts and bruises that marked his lover’s skin, and the haunted look lingering in those stormy eyes.

“Thank you.” The words were croaky and barely more than a whisper. Rex pulled Obi-Wan closer, gently tugging him onto his lap. The smaller man went willingly, stretching up to kiss Rex softly. Bringing a hand up, Rex gently cupped Obi-Wan’s face, returning the affection. When they broke apart, both men leaned in, resting their foreheads together. Obi-Wan’s eyes were closed, and when he spoke his words were flat and heavy with exhaustion Rex did not think had much to do with his body.

“We’re okay.”

“We’re okay.” Rex echoed, kissing Obi-Wan gently once again. It was a lie, and they both knew it, but also a goal. They were not okay, not then, and Rex did not think they would be okay for a while, but eventually they would be. Together, they would be okay.


jagyc’chakaar - masculine form of Chakaar - scumbag

osik - dung (impolite) (basically, shit)

jagyc’cyar’ika - masculine form Cyar’ika - sweetheart, beloved

anonymous asked:

HI! Can you explain me this? "the romantic kaisoo headcanon was so strong and the shippers so aggressively passionate about proving that it was real that they made it hard to express a different opinion and find people who think the same way" I'm not native english so I don't understand the sense eheheh I'm sorry!

me neither and i’m not sure what it is exactly that you don’t understand about that but i’ll go step by step. i hope this won’t confuse you even more…

  • most kaisoo shippers ship kaisoo as a romantic(+sexual) couple, that’s the popular headcanon.
  • btw, it’s a headcanon because it’s a “a fan’s personal, idiosyncratic interpretation of the nature of relationships between characters. (in this case, real people)
    “If other fans share this interpretation, it may become fanon.” (in the case of kaisoo, since they’re constantly interacting, it’s a collection of moments and interpretations of them throughout the years instead of the one small event that the following text mentions)
  • shipping is fun, it’s part of fandom culture and having many other people who share the same headcanon is great. people can build rly nice communities and have a good time sharing ideas, being creative, getting some kind of emotional fulfillment from the idea of two people being together. sometimes headcanons stay as a fantasy, they can become canon (aka official/real) and they also might get proven wrong but that doesn’t invalidate any of that. the genuine appreciation people have for an idea that they find interesting is very real and, since it’s just fantasy, there’s no reason to stop doing it if they’re still into it.
  • but the problem is these are real people and the nature of their relationship is not for us to decide. you can play with ideas and possibilities all you want but no matter how much you think you know them and analyze the pairing, you’re a stranger to them and you’re not in their heads to know how they feel. but a lot of kaisoo shippers act like they know them and like their headcanon is undoubtedly real. they spend their time overanalyzing every little movement and reaction, making up stories about them to try and convince themselves and others to ‘believe’ and they end up creating a lot of drama and heartbreak inside their community (for example when they interpret a moment as the couple going through a rough patch and they get genuinely worried and sad for them or when one of them is confirmed to be dating someone else and they go into a collective crisis). the drama often spreads to other ships or the rest of the fandom and something that you thought would be an enjoyable part of fandom becomes a mess. and it’s not just kaisoo shippers, it happens in every fandom, but i only talk about them because this is the only one that’s close to me and i’ve been observing for years.
  • unfortunately, as it happens anywhere else really, a lot of shippers have terrible attitudes and views on relationships, homosexuality, etc.
    i don’t know if it’s a large portion of them or they’re just the loudest but some of them act like they own the ship and if you disagree with their opinions or do what i’m doing now they’ll react negatively, dismiss you as a hater and try to push you away from the ship. this leaves their view as the only option and influences the way newer and probably younger fans joining the fandom and getting interested in the pairing perceive the real people and treat other shippers.
  • and as if that weren’t enough they’ll also harass their own fellow shippers and drive them away
  • the shippers supporting that mentality, whether intentionally or not, are so many and so stubborn that people who don’t ship like them don’t even bother. they might decide not to associate with them because of their bad attitudes or bad reputation or might even start developing a distaste for the ship regardless of how they feel about the real people and abandon it.
    that’s why i say it’s hard to find other kaisoo shippers who ship in a different way.

anonymous asked:

I feel really sad. I went to the Klayley tag and it looks so alive compared to the Klaroline tag. It's like no one likes or reblogs Klaroline stuff anymore while even bad Klayley stuff get so many notes.

Hey anon,

I don’t know how to respond to this other than saying that I don’t know what side of the Klaroline world you’re sitting on but perhaps to your eyes it seems like there’s no Klaroaction but let me take you on a walk through my klarolife (overkill with the ‘klaro’s’, yup probably). And I hope this can be my little top 10 to still believe in Klaroline:

1. I am obviously a huge klaroline shipper, you might not see that by what I reblog (although I reblog nearly every Klaroline thing I see on my dash) or by my icon or url but it is ingrained in who I am, Klaroline has become my lifestyle. So that when I die,when others describe me it will be 'Caryn, South Africa, Christian,Journalist, Klaroliner’. I don’t need to see a gifset or reblog graphics for me to be paralysed with Klaroline feels, I feel it in the song I listen to while I work, I feel it when my mother says 'have at it’ when she serves our dinner, I feel it when my colleague wears a henley to work. Klaroline is more than a ship, it’s an atmosphere.

2. Every day I queue new edits for the Klaroline Directory and everyday there are at least 10 new edits made, not bad for a dead ships.

3. Every day I publish at least 3 new articles on the Klaroline Magazinewhich is besides the countless other articles that are written about Klaroline blogs, fanfics, graphics, videos, fandom, etc each day by members of the team. A lot of TVD sites don’t update as frequently as we do and we are only a small section of the fandom, a following of a dead ship that has no hope of ever being onscreen again, but yet we can muster enough love and passion to write continuously about it even though it might not be the majority of what we reblog on our blogs anymore. Today both the blogs and fanfiction team told me that they have too many articles ready to be published.

4. We just finished the Klaroline Awards, and before that was Klaroline Fanfiction Week, and before that was Klaroweek, we had Klaroline Wednesdays this year. Tell me another ship in this fandom that has so many concurrent organised events. 

5. Everyday I check to see what new fanfictions are being updated, everyday the Klaroline Fanfiction filter on and AO3 (we are currently sitting on 5400 fanfics on has at least 2 pages of newly updated fics, and countless drabbles are constantly filling up the Klaroline Drabbles tag.

6. When I’m feeling sad and low on Klaroline, I usually binge watch Klaroline videos, really any one I can find. Check out the Klaroline Mag's Video of the Weekalso if you’re looking for recent videos, these videos were made by Klaroline videomakers who were overcome with feelings this week: [x] [x],[x],[x],[x],[x],[x],[x],[x],[x],[x],[x]

7. I’ve made a post about this before but everyday I do a report on the statistics of the Klaroline Magazine and I look at what people search on search engines that lead them to the site, and everyday I see people googling 'is caroline going to be in season 2 of the originals’ or 'will klaus and caroline reunite’, these aren’t hardcore fans because hardcore fans know that the chances of either of these things happening is slim, these are casual fans, people around the world who arent part of the fandom who also adore this couple. I don’t know about you, but that gives me a sense of comradeship.

8. I’ve been in this fandom for 2 years, the friends that I have met here, are now my Skype friends, whatsapp friends, twitter friends, facebook friends, Hike friends, and hopefully one day my real life friends too. But even more than that I speak to them constantly but even though we know each other for a long time a large part of our conversations still centers around Klaroline, we still discuss fanfic updates, we still post klaroline videos and quotes on each other’s facebook walls, and livetweet reading fanfics. This is the community we’ve created.

9. To comment on the Klayley part of your ask, I can’t really talk about another ship because I’m not in it, but I don’t want to badmouth them because they’re doing what we’re doing, they’re loving their ship. But I do want to say, that from my experiences in fandoms, it’s easy to love a ship and be an active part of a fandom when you have hope for a future, when you know for certain that both members of your OTP are going to interact, when they have had sex, when they share a child, when they live in the same house. Hell, I remember the first few klaroline scenes, the fandom was huge and loud and everywhere and the tag was hyper madness. It’s like a religion, it’s easy to be faithful when there is a hype or you are constantly surrounded by it, but the ones that stay true even when they have nothing to tether their faith to are the ones that are true fans. So we shall see the Klayley fandom, after Hayley dies or the show is cancelled before they get together and see if they’re still so active and strong. Because with the amount of creativity and activities brewing in the Klaroline fandom (and the ones that I have heard whispers that are being planned) I know it will be sustained long after both shows are over.

10. We have created our own community. The Klaroline Fandom has become separate to the TVD/TO fandoms because we know longer fit in either the boxes, but we have managed to create our own footing, our own place. There wasn’t a place for us in any of these shows so we made our own place. And that’s commendable. We are terribly organised, we have countless resource blogs - for graphics, gifs, drabbles, fanfiction, support; we have the magazine, the awards, new bloggers joining in on the fray everyday. We are a force to be reckoned with. And this might have been a quiet week but I assure this volcano was just lying dormant, wait for the next big fandom activity and watch us erupt again.