a collection of my writings for rpdr compiled !! taking requests + prompts, would love to chat with other writers !! all works will be anon on ao3, so reference here to find new works by me if you enjoy my writing <3
Kori x Lydia
⤷ ♡⸝⸝ when she lies (thats when i get kissed the most)
⤷ ♡⸝⸝ caught an emo bitch (she my maneater)
⤷ ♡⸝⸝ feel like im digging for oil (you feel it up in your chest)
⤷ ♡⸝⸝ our secret moments in a crowded room (they got no idea about me and you)
Jewels x Suzie
⤷ ♡⸝⸝ i never knew i'd be bitter (from the sweet)
⤷ ♡⸝⸝ one look and they'll all come runnin' (who knew somethin' hot could be slummin')
The connection request vanished into the communication queue. Unlike local transmissions, messages travelling across interplanetary distances possessed an unavoidable relationship with distance. Fortunately Earth currently occupied a favourable position relative to their location. The delay remained manageable. Myki settled deeper into her bunk. The lights had dimmed slightly as the ship transitioned further into its evening cycle. Shadows gathered softly along the edges of the compartment. Beyond the walls, the endless machinery of the Resolute continued its patient work. The atmosphere felt oddly peaceful.
Paige waited. And waited. For perhaps twenty seconds she managed surprising stillness, before her leg began bouncing. She checked the connection status, then she checked it again. Then she rearranged three objects on her desk for reasons known only to herself.
Then she glanced toward the photograph, and the movement lasted less than a second, but Myki still noticed. Years of friendship made certain observations unavoidable. The connection tone sounded, and Paige straightened immediately. A moment later a face appeared above the workstation display. Sally looked exactly as Myki expected.
A wisp of blonde hair escaped what appeared to be a garishly patterned silk scarf. She was illuminated by the golden glow of terrestrial morning sunlight filtering through a window somewhere behind her.
“Paige Colby.” The voice carried equal parts accusation and affection. “You're alive.”
“Don’t need to sound so bloody disappointed. Hello to you too, darling.”
23k words in and i still havent introduced like half of the characters i envisioned here..... still not out of the first 1/3 of the plot.... hold on guys this one might be crazy long....
The problem persisted because the Vagrant consistently behaved as though travelling somewhere specific while simultaneously avoiding every location analysts expected. It was the navigational equivalent of a sentence missing a word. Paige approached again.
"You know what bothers me?" Myki did not look up. Paige leaned against the tactical table. "If they're running, why keep appearing?"
Myki frowned. "The Vagrant?"
"Yes."
"It doesn't have a choice."
"It does though." Paige enlarged a section of the trajectory map. "Look at the routes available. If stealth were the objective, they could disappear into the outer system. Hide among prospecting traffic. Vanish beyond Jupiter. We probably wouldn't find them for years."
Myki studied the projection. Paige was, annoyingly, right. Again. The Vagrant consistently moved through regions where discovery remained possible. Risky routes that increased the probability of contact. Most inhabited systems had been charted thoroughly during the expansion period following the war. Yet beyond the established routes remained regions known only through distant observation. Unexplored stars. Unvisited planets. Entire systems reduced to catalogues of spectral data and estimated orbital mechanics. They would be easy to disappear into, yet the Vagrant refused. Their travel patterns contradicted ordinary evasion.
Unless…
"They want us following them."
Paige smiled grimly. "That's what I'm worried about. But we’re operating under orders. Not like we can stop, can we?"
The tactical display rotated slowly between them. For several moments neither spoke. Then, Myki sighed. “I guess we just have to wait for more instructions.”
from the space au im actually so joyful writing this
When the war began, training programmes changed. Then war reached its final stages, and some candidates were reassigned before completion. Others delayed graduation. Others still disappeared into operational pipelines so complicated that tracking individual careers became nearly impossible. Nini never graduated. Her death report arrived months after Myki’s diploma.
my knowledge of space shows starts and finishes at firefly by my god am i having fun... who knows if anything makes sense this is about taking all of my favourites and forcing them to get along
lets play a game called what will i write and maybe post !!! currently working dandelions do NOT fret a new chapter should be out hopefully by sunday... but i have a two track mind so
"The woman was colder than she should have been. That was the first thing Paige registered, dimly, distantly, as if the thought had to travel a long way to reach her. It was not just the cold of the forest, not the honest, creeping chill that had settled into Paige’s own fingers hours ago, but something deeper, something that did not belong to wind or snow. It seeped through the layers between them, through wool and cotton and skin, a quiet, unnatural absence of warmth."
OR
Paige meets a girl in the forests and, against her better judgement, takes her to London. What could go wrong?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Heeey, I saw that your account it's kind off focus on uk7, and i would like to know what you think about one of my guilty pleasures.... Tayris x Viola😨
ive never thought about it but i love tayris and i love viola and they absolutely work as a duo together…. what an interesting dynamic because they both care so deeply about their art but in different ways it would be really fun to explore actually….
im a sucker for golden retriever x black cat and this is definitely in that realm so i might have to hop on the train….
its all coming to a close... so close to finishing this oneshot ohhhh im so excited to post....
“Paige,” Bones said softly.
Paige almost laughed at the absurdity of hearing her own name in this room. It sounded too gentle for the violence that had occurred inside. Behind Bones, blood continued inching slowly across the tile floor.
Thick ribbons of it had travelled between the grout lines in the floor, darkening as they cooled, collecting in black-red pools beneath the sinks.
There was so much of it that her mind refused to fully process where it could all have come from. It gleamed wetly under the light, viscous and dark as paint, and every now and then another drop slid from Bones’ mouth to join it with a soft, awful sound.
“What are you?”
JUNO PROMPTS 🥰🥰 Can I request threebones with either 9 or 18 (whichever option you prefer)? 😊
-Sunny
18. “This is the most fun I’ve ever had.”
Ok I have adjusted it a bit from the version you've already seen, but here is threebones inspired by the sleeptalker wedding proposal post 😊😊 hope you enjoy!!
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“Bones …”
Wrenched from her cloudy sleep, Bones prized her heavy eyelids open and shuffled upright at the sound of Paige's throaty murmur of her name.
“Paige?”
As her brain started to work, creaking into gear, Bones made herself focus on her girlfriend in the bed beside her.
The dull blue light of the approaching dawn pierced through the cracks in the blinds, revealing slivers of a Paige that Bones flooded with relief to see - not a damsel in distress tangled in the vines of a nightmare, needing a knight to wake her; but a sleeping beauty, smiling in her slumber, floating in a peaceful …
“Put the frog down Bo …”
… if unusual dream.
With a hum, sleep still curling beckoning tendrils around her, Bones succumbed back down into the embrace of the heavy winter duvet.
Maybe Paige would remember her dream this time. Maybe not.
Maybe Bones would awaken later as she sometimes did, to a Paige returning already bright and shining from an early run, stretching herself into fascinating lithe contortions, sighing in satisfaction. Bones would mention Paige had been talking in her sleep again, and Paige would groan and insist she didn't, with that same half-laugh in her throat making Bones wonder yet again if she was joking. But then Paige would lean over Bones, blonde hair slightly damp with sweat and swinging loose in a curtain around them both, and bring her lips to hers -
“Bones …”
Jolting back up, Bones realised her vision had been another dream trying to claim her.
Paige had turned her face slightly towards Bones, but she was still serene in sleep. Bones swiveled to face her, sighing as her mind started to sink back into the mire.
“Yes, Paige?” Bones murmured, mostly to herself, for Paige wouldn't hear her -
“Will you marry …”
Bones’ mind was this time catapulted out of sleep, her eyes snapping open.
“Huh?”
She looked at Paige, fast asleep, the tiny smile now stretching slowly to a bright beam.
Bones sat up again.
Cogs whirred in her mind against the backdrop of early birdsong and Paige's gentle, misty declaration beside her.
“... love you too ... stealing my chips …”
Then with a contented hum Paige turned onto her other side, away from Bones, leaving her with her thoughts.
Sure, they'd discussed engagement, but it had been a month ago or more, fueled by a bottle of prosecco and shards of a wedding they'd just attended sticking like splinters in their memories. Preceded by thumping, dizzying music and swirling lights in a myriad of colours, and followed by sharing salty, steaming chips in a styrofoam carton in the cool midnight rain, as if they still had no cares other than getting to their 10am lecture the next day again. Old friends tying the knot, nostalgia blurring with fever dreams.
But this was different.
This was something solid, that happened to real couples.
“... the most fun I've ever had!” Paige gave a chuckle that became a half-snore, curling herself legs into herself like a kitten.
Bones’ arms and legs felt like meltwater, her mind still whirling.
Then a flash of memory from earlier this week came hurtling across Bones’ mind; remembering frantically tearing apart the contents of her bedside table for one of her favourite rings one morning, unable to see it, and Paige somehow picking it up from the floor with a single glance.
The floor at her side of the bed.
And yes, sometimes Bones' rings did end up there, but Paige had found it instantly, before Bones’ worry had had the chance to seep into her search.
Paige went to the shops a bit longer than usual the day before.
And something clicked into position.
Something solid.
Daunting.
But also sort of exciting, like getting ready for a long journey. A nervous anticipation.
Shuffling back into the duvet, Bones lay flat on her back.
She wouldn't sleep again, she was certain of that. But she still shut her eyes, her breathing settling into rhythm with Paige's, and a tiny smile tickled her cheeks as she floated in daydreams.
