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[flowerbleedme]

fanfic is extremely hard

[buddie-romance]

thank you ao3 for being an archive and not an algorithm. thank you for letting me like things without consequences, thank you for being free with no ads, thank you for having lawyers to defend our freedom of speech. thank you tag wranglers. thank you to all authors and thank you ao3

[quizzically-hyperfixated]

Considering the fact my interest and old hyperfixation for Record of Ragnarok (RoR) is returning, I’m considering making more fan content of it featuring my blorbos

[quizzically-hyperfixated]

Best part too? This will get an update soon-ish as well.

[apraxvalith]

Where to find the goods:

HEY FRIENDS! Tumblr no likey smut, so I only post crops here. I also shitpost and spam reblog whatever I'm brainrotting about, though, so I encourage you to stick around!

📣THAT SAID - I KNOW Y'ALL WANT PORN, SO:

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[izombie-ao3]

"Vigor"

"When you join the Nostromo’s crew, you expect monotony, isolation, and the dull ache of surviving one day to the next. You don’t expect him. Ash, the ship’s pristine Science Officer; precise, unreadable, and far too observant - takes an interest in you that is neither standard protocol nor easily explained. His efficiency borders on intimacy; his curiosity cuts deeper than comfort. And every time he looks at you, something in him falters, recalibrates… lingers. In the quiet machinery of deep space, an unexpected connection forms - dangerous, delicate, and entirely against regulation. Whether it will save you or consume you is another question entirely."

Word count: 1,246 and counting (+)

Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply, Ash (Alien Series)/Reader, Ash (Alien Series)Reader, Reader's pronouns are YOU/YOUR and THEY/THEM, AFAB reader - Freeform, Non-binary Reader - Freeform, Reader is depressed, Depression, suicidal ideation/thought, Slow Burn, slow burn if you squint reeeaallly hard, Shameless Smu, tExplicit Sexual Content, strangers to coworkers to lovers speedrun, mild dead dove content, Self-Indulgent, obsession turned into real love.

Chapters: 1 of ???

Status: Ongoing

Chapter 1: A Fated Meeting

Chapter Text

When you join the Nostromo’s crew, you expect monotony, isolation, and the dull ache of surviving one day to the next. You don’t expect him.

"You" he says, voice low and seemingly judgmental almost as if he doesn't even bother to meet your gaze, the man seems practically married to his work. You might as well not even exist to him. You're standing there, meek and quiet like that of a mouse as you feel every fiber of your soul and very being exposed for him to criticize to his heart's content. You pray he’ll spare you from that iron-clad will of his, the one you can feel simmering just beneath the surface.

 “I am Ash-...”

Ash, the ship’s pristine Science Officer—precise, unreadable, and far too observant.

“-...Come inside..” he motions for you to step foot inside of the med bay, he’s standing beside a small terminal, its light reflecting off onto him, casting harsh shadows on his already unreadable expression. You thought the man hated you merely for existing, given his otherwise indifference to your existence. “Hovering in doorways is efficient, and frankly, it disrupts the flow of the ship..” he notes. “I assume you’re already familiarized with the safety documentation and operation protocols?” There's a pause, a beat of silence after he speaks which he extends for you to reply.

However, you flounder, mouth opening and closing multiple times with nothing leaving your lips. You eventually settle for shaking your head, “Uhm.. n-..n-no, sir.”

“No? Mm.” He sighs, as though this is all tiresome to him, “Then that will be our first priority.” He stretches slightly, you watch him crack his neck. “Now then, let’s get a clearer look at you before we begin. It’s important I understand who I’ll be working with…” Finally he looks up from his work, lifting his gaze long enough to take the sight of you. He pauses briefly, barely perceptible as he watches you. His eyes study you with analytical precision, only this time, something else flickers behind them. It's obvious he’s taken an interest in you that is neither standard protocol nor easily explained from the way his gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than what should be company appropriate....

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[gauntermetaverse]

The mark.

//A sketch for 'the Deal' fanfic. Happens right after Olgierd signs the blood pact with Gaunter O'Dimm.

A sharp, stinging pain pierced his cheek. The air filled with the acrid stench of scorched skin, crawling into his nostrils.

Olgierd flinched, his hand jerking to his cheek, but the pain faded as quickly as it had come, leaving behind an itchy sensation that clearly traced the shape of the scar. As confirmation, his fingers met raw, burning grooves — a sigil carved deep into his skin.

“What… what is this?” He snatched up a shard of mirror, looking at himself. The distorted symbol glared back at him: curved lines and circles with cruel cuts, a twisted brand with unfamiliar symbols etched into his face.

“You bastard, what have you done?! Why? Why this mark?”

Gaunter O’Dimm only smiled faintly.

“Nothing more than a little reminder. So you won’t forget me.”

“Arghh, what the hell!” The thought of being branded as an animal, a slave?! People would stare, ask questions… He growled. “We made a deal, but that doesn’t mean I should carry your damned mark on my face!”

A dark stare was his only answer, empty of emotion.

“Remove it,” Olgierd snarled through clenched teeth. He leaned in, grabbing Gaunter's collar.

O’Dimm cocked his head, calm, almost amused.

“I do not obey demands. I only fulfill wishes. So tell me… is this what you truly wish for?”

“Yes.” He grimaced… He suddenly felt disgusted of that word; too many wishes had already been spoken, but one more wouldn’t hurt.

“If that is your wish…” O’Dimm’s hand glided gently across his cheek. The mark dissolved, as if it had never been. Relief barely had time to rise when O’Dimm pressed his palm to Olgierd’s chest.

Agony exploded through him — his heart seemed to tear apart in flames. A copper tang flooded his mouth, and with it came the stifling reek of iron and rot, as though his very blood were smoldering inside him. He would have fallen if O’Dimm had not supported him by the waist, so now his grip on the leather collar was not threatening but clinging. He staggered, choking for breath, glancing down at his chest in horror: O’Dimm’s hand was inside, sunk past flesh and bone. Fingers moved on the surface of his heart, stroking it, causing almost impossible pain deep within. On the edge of this sensation was something dark and glowing, drawing Olgierd to let go of resistance and dissolve in this agony. Then everything ended, leaving only emptiness behind.

“What… what did you do to me?” His voice cracked, hoarse. Olgierd found himself almost lying on the ground, O’Dimm kneeling, still holding his back.

Gaunter leaned in, eyes gleaming.

“I merely hid my mark. No one will see it now. But it remains, here.” He tapped lightly against Olgierd’s chest, exactly where his hand had passed through. “It will remind you… so you’ll never forget our bargain. Well then… satisfied?”

[gauntermetaverse]

Update. Posted on ao3 the full chapter

[cafekitsune]

MDNI BANNERS | gold + black.

( requested by → @frosts-intuition )

i guess you can consider this as an addition to my gold + beige mdni set? :D

i wanted to evoke more of a royal-feel to the colours rather than just simple black and gold. hopefully that came across. please enjoy 〜

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[cafekitsune]

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[izombie-ao3]

"Vigor"

"When you join the Nostromo’s crew, you expect monotony, isolation, and the dull ache of surviving one day to the next. You don’t expect him. Ash, the ship’s pristine Science Officer; precise, unreadable, and far too observant - takes an interest in you that is neither standard protocol nor easily explained. His efficiency borders on intimacy; his curiosity cuts deeper than comfort. And every time he looks at you, something in him falters, recalibrates… lingers. In the quiet machinery of deep space, an unexpected connection forms - dangerous, delicate, and entirely against regulation. Whether it will save you or consume you is another question entirely."

Word count: 1,246 and counting (+)

Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply, Ash (Alien Series)/Reader, Ash (Alien Series)Reader, Reader's pronouns are YOU/YOUR and THEY/THEM, AFAB reader - Freeform, Non-binary Reader - Freeform, Reader is depressed, Depression, suicidal ideation/thought, Slow Burn, slow burn if you squint reeeaallly hard, Shameless Smu, tExplicit Sexual Content, strangers to coworkers to lovers speedrun, mild dead dove content, Self-Indulgent, obsession turned into real love.

Chapters: 1 of ???

Status: Ongoing

Chapter 1: A Fated Meeting

Chapter Text

When you join the Nostromo’s crew, you expect monotony, isolation, and the dull ache of surviving one day to the next. You don’t expect him.

"You" he says, voice low and seemingly judgmental almost as if he doesn't even bother to meet your gaze, the man seems practically married to his work. You might as well not even exist to him. You're standing there, meek and quiet like that of a mouse as you feel every fiber of your soul and very being exposed for him to criticize to his heart's content. You pray he’ll spare you from that iron-clad will of his, the one you can feel simmering just beneath the surface.

 “I am Ash-...”

Ash, the ship’s pristine Science Officer—precise, unreadable, and far too observant.

“-...Come inside..” he motions for you to step foot inside of the med bay, he’s standing beside a small terminal, its light reflecting off onto him, casting harsh shadows on his already unreadable expression. You thought the man hated you merely for existing, given his otherwise indifference to your existence. “Hovering in doorways is efficient, and frankly, it disrupts the flow of the ship..” he notes. “I assume you’re already familiarized with the safety documentation and operation protocols?” There's a pause, a beat of silence after he speaks which he extends for you to reply.

However, you flounder, mouth opening and closing multiple times with nothing leaving your lips. You eventually settle for shaking your head, “Uhm.. n-..n-no, sir.”

“No? Mm.” He sighs, as though this is all tiresome to him, “Then that will be our first priority.” He stretches slightly, you watch him crack his neck. “Now then, let’s get a clearer look at you before we begin. It’s important I understand who I’ll be working with…” Finally he looks up from his work, lifting his gaze long enough to take the sight of you. He pauses briefly, barely perceptible as he watches you. His eyes study you with analytical precision, only this time, something else flickers behind them. It's obvious he’s taken an interest in you that is neither standard protocol nor easily explained from the way his gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than what should be company appropriate....

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[glassfrogforest]

[noah-wyles]

do not recommend. bring back the whump.

[noah-wyles]

'i don't like pairing'

'i hate this fandom'

'i don't want to read noncon/dubcon'

'i don't like 'x/y/z' and i shouldn't have to read it'

'i hate this character'

'i don't want to read explicit stories'

a resolution for you:

[frayed-wind]

[soulwriter-sp]

shoutout to AO3 authors who write 100k fics for free while juggling mental illness, academic burnout, 3 jobs, and a deep-rooted need to fix fictional people.

[fairy-of-divorce]

*goes though the author's entire ao3 library* *leaves comments on every chapter* *subscribes to the author on ao3* *follows the author on tumblr* *follows the author on twitter* *follows the author to their house* Hi, I really like your fics—