#alienjack

[vampirekoolaid]

url icarianiscariot -> url bloodbagzz

[starlightswait]

LEX!!!! TRICK OR TREAT :D

Happy Halloween!!!!!

HEARING FROM U IS ALWAYS A TREAT 💜 habby halloween!!!!!!!!

[geometricalien]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

awww thank you for including me. this has just been sitting in my box for the past couple of days but HERE I AM- in no particular order:

This doesn't really have a name... It's just called Merman AU

and it's not a 'fanfic' it's half a collection of headcannons for this AU and half snippets from this idea that I posted on tumblr at @haikyuu-aus-cuz-i-cant-write (oops look who has actually written now jfdksalf) basically this is a cross between the little mermaid and the monkey's paw. I really liked this but it was wayyy too big of an idea for me to write and you can see that I stopped after writing Suga's wish which is reallly funny considering this whole idea spawned from wanting a mermaid/human bokuaka AU and i was not near to getting to the meat of the story at all

Things That Hold Us Together: Steel Bolts and Tender Hearts

yes i just recently posted this, yes i've had this in my folders for like 3 years. this one... this was spawned from an old friend - who i don't speak with anymore - offhand comment that a fanart looked like akashi was an android. four hours after they said that i had half of this fic, and they said it was the best writing i ever shared with them. they encouraged me to expand it but i kept hitting a wall and then we had a falling out and through out the years ive been coming back to this trying to add and edit and i decided to reclaim it as my own and publish it. the idea is that it's an introduction to a lighthearted sitcom/romcom between decommissioned war android akashi and engineer who fixed him up furihata

Language Barriers

i cyclically get star trek brainrot and this time it had a dash of akafuri, i really like how i described things in this one since furihata doesn't think in words but emotions and images instead, idk it was a good writing exercise

Horror wip

ive been hemming and hawing at it for literal months now because i have one central driving image behind my eyelids that i want to get to. its just been... harder than usual to get to it. i've rewritten like 3 times trying to get it write. i've currently landed on 2nd person narration with some thrown in spices of 1st person to signify that we are in the being- akashi's- point of view haunting furihata (the you) and its giving me an opportunity to make the reader feel akashi's destroying love from the front seat. my other goal with this is to write some surrealistic imagery soooo yeP

I Will Follow You Down Through The Gates of Hell

i cant not include this. this damn fic/series/idea has been brewing in the back of my mind for so damn long if it was a human child it could hold a fucking conversation. the imagery. the themes. the depth of emotion- AND WE ARE BARELY GETTING INTO THE WAR!? ITS BEEN 50K+ WORDS AND ITS JUST GETTING STARTED (or ending, if you wanna look at it that way) idk its... its been so long since i wrote part 1 that that fic doesn't feel like "mine" anymore? idk but it always makes me smile seeing an email saying that someone else liked the fics too.

[depressed-n-stuff]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!! TRICK OR TREAT :D

Happy Halloween!!! Yellow kisses for you, friend

[kae-karo]

trick or treating thru the mutuals neighborhood today - happy halloween, kae!

trick or treat :D

JACK JACK JACK HELLO MY BELOVED no tricks for u today only treats, have a lil tidbit of kurosae from the rarepair fic >:}

“Do you want to make out?”  Ranze blinks. It takes him several seconds to realize that Sae is talking to him - even though there’s nobody else in the room, he sort of heard those words and thought…what, maybe Kaiser and Isagi were back?  He glances over to find Sae watching him, not with any sort of- he doesn’t look hungry, the way Isagi does sometimes. Just…curious. Maybe that’s it, then. He’s just curious. That’s probably how the thing between him and Isagi happened, if Ranze’s thinking about it - Isagi said that wasn’t really part of it, initially. Just him and Kaiser, and Kaiser and Sae. And Ranze isn’t uninterested, exactly. Well, he hasn’t really thought much about it, if he’s honest - mostly just thought about Isagi, and thought enough about Kaiser to know he probably isn’t all that interested in him, not romantically, anyway.  It takes Ranze a few seconds to realize that Sae’s just…waiting. Quiet, patient, while Ranze runs through all his thoughts and parses them out into individual strands to put in the right order so they’ll make sense, make a pattern he likes when he’s done with them. He doesn’t prod Ranze, doesn’t take anything back, just…waits. “Okay,” Ranze says finally, because he can’t think of any very good reason not to try it, anyway.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN <3

[bramblepaws]

BRAMBLES...... THOUGHTS ON THE CURRENT BCB CHAP? :eyes emoji:

QUITE HONESTLY............... mixed feelings

from a writing perspective I think it's fun to explore but ultimately unnecessary! we already got most of this implied in the previous chapters, and I found it fun to make assumptions and guesses about how the conversation went using context clues. Vero is a good writer, which meant it was already easy to understand that Mike felt as though he was cheating on Sandy by having any feelings for Lucy at all, and that Sandy probably dumped Francis because Mike has been unflinchingly There For Her through their entire relationship. it's hard to let go of something that has been a constant through so many years, even if it would be better for everyone involved to just let it go.

that being said it's very fun to read as someone who already hates Sandy. more fuel for the fire--

[itzkiddo]

sleepover Saturday top 5 anime characters of all time!

God I don’t even know, that’s so hard.

In no particular order:

1. Luffy (One Piece) 2. Ed Elric (FMAB) 3. Spike (Bebop) 4. Hinata (Haikyu) 5. Nico Robin (One Piece)

I feel like I could name 100 more characters just as good though. Luffy does hold my top spot.

[notveryglittery]

"you know I'm not like that" + royality 👀

so i might have tried the “write in comic sans” trick and now i’m on a roll. let’s answer some prompts from over a year ago >:3 

soft angst prompt: “you know i’m not like that” / ship: romantic royalitywords: 1,300 / warnings: negative thoughts, crying, alcohol mention

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Patton was tired. It had been a very long day. His alarm had never gone off which meant he was going to be late to work. He just barely missed the soonest bus and while waiting for the next, it started raining despite the forecast calling for clear skies. Of course, this was the one stop on the route without any cover from inclement weather and he hadn’t brought his umbrella. By the time he was on his way to his shift, he was cold and shivering and miserable. He was reprimanded for his tardiness as soon as he arrived, despite it never having been an issue before. Normally, a day at the supermarket’s bakery department didn’t really take it out of him. Today, one of the ovens was broken, they were backed up on custom orders, and no amount of being surrounded by warm kitchen appliances was helping to dry out his socks. 

Should he have just called out the moment he woke up and realized what had happened? Maybe. Would he ever be capable of calling out for any reason whatsoever? Probably not. Barring being actually physically sick, Patton was sure he’d make it to any and all shifts they scheduled him.

Clocking out had never felt so satisfying. Stopping to buy a bottle of wine and the fixings to make angel food cake felt just as good. He was feeling better which meant, of course, that things had to continue to go wrong. After triple checking every pocket of his outfit and his bag, he had to accept that the necklace he kept his apartment key on was still in his work apron, since they weren’t allowed jewelry. He scolded himself for not having the forethought to keep an extra one stashed somewhere outside the door, for having kept it on his person at work, for carrying a bag for no apparent reason if he wasn’t going to use it to keep his important belongings in. 

Thankfully, he wasn’t the only one with a spare. 

Roman responded to Patton’s message before Patton could even leave the text thread. Apparently, he’d been hoping to come over that night, anyway. Patton frowned and tried not to think too hard about the fact that he’d much rather just be alone. The company of his boyfriend had never failed to cheer him up before. Why would it be any different this time? 

Roman truly was the knight in shining armor his kids lauded him as. Patton couldn’t have disagreed with the kindergartners if he wanted to but it was a nice feeling, knowing that they saw Roman as brightly as Patton saw him. He dropped a quick kiss to the top of Patton’s head before unlocking the door and ushering him inside. 

Patton’s first stop was to put his groceries into the refrigerator. Roman followed him into the kitchen, where he began to unpack the brown paper bag he’d brought with him. 

Patton fidgeted. “Honey, not that I don’t appreciate you here, but…”

“I know,” Roman interrupted gently, smiling kindly at him. “I knew the second you messaged me. I’ll be out of your hair in no time at all. Why don’t you go take a hot shower? This’ll be ready by the time you finish.” 

Patton wondered how Roman could possibly know about the day he’d had through a handful of words over text but frankly, he was too tired to question it. He never really had fully dried out after getting caught in the rain and so after one more chaste kiss from Roman, he left his boyfriend to his devices. 

The water was scalding and it was leaving his skin a little red but at least it was working in melting the chill that had been clinging deep in Patton’s bones. He used the strawberry shampoo he liked to save for days like this. He picked the fluffiest robe he owned (a Christmas gift from Virgil, the year the temperature had reached record lows), putting it on over his pajamas, and even took a few minutes to blow dry his hair so it wasn’t still dripping wet. Staring at himself in the mirror reminded him how tired he really was. It wasn’t fair, that he’d slept in and got more sleep and yet he was this exhausted. He wished he didn’t work tomorrow. Patton shook his head and took a deep breath. He just had to get through the rest of tonight! He could do that much. 

Stepping into the kitchen, wearing the comfy slippers Thomas had bought him a few years back as an apartment-warming present because the floors were wood and Patton had always had carpet flooring and “trust me, Pat, you’ll need these” gosh what did he deserve to have such good people in his life? — 

“Surprise!” 

Patton blinked and took in the scene before him. Roman had made fettuccine alfredo, had poured a glass of wine, and had taken care of the angel food cake Patton had honestly forgot all about treating himself to. 

“Oh, darling,” Roman cooed, sweeping in towards Patton and taking his hands. How could Roman tell he wasn’t capable of full physical affection right now? How was his boyfriend so good? 

Patton sniffled and wondered when he’d started crying. “You… you made my favorite.” 

Roman looked a little sheepish. “I’ll admit, I had alfredo last night and might have just brought over the leftovers and warmed them up.” 

“The cake…” 

“I saw you putting everything away! I might not be quite as magnificent a baker, but I think I did alright.” 

“There’s only one glass?”

“I understand perfectly if you want to be alone, sweetheart. I can head out now.” 

Roman was stepping back, his hands slipping away from Patton’s, and — 

“No!” 

Roman looked understandably startled. 

“You know I’m not like that!” Patton continued, “right?!”

“Like… like what, love?” 

Patton struggled to answer. Finally, he screwed his eyes shut tight and just, “un… ungrateful. And weak. Useless and sensitive and —”

“Patton!” Roman cut in, sounding panicked. 

Oh great, now he was worrying Roman! God, why was he like this!

“Shh, shh, honey,” Roman was saying as he gathered Patton into his arms, holding him carefully. “Please, tell me what on Earth gave you the impression that I think those things of you.”

“Anxiety brain,” Patton answered, laughing bitterly, thinking about Virgil’s self-deprecating moments, and how he’d find something new to blame them on every time. 

“It’s wrong,” Roman reassured him. “And really quite rude. Dearheart, not once have I ever thought you ungrateful or weak or useless or sensitive.” He drew back, cradling Patton’s elbows in his hands, keeping their forearms touching, but putting distance between them otherwise. “You show gratitude in more ways than one, and you’re so strong to make it through days like this, and I wouldn’t know half the things I do without your help, and it’s admirable that you’re so in tune with your emotions.” 

Roman let go just long enough to take Patton’s face in his hands. Using his thumbs, he swiped at the tears leaving tracks down his cheeks. With his fingers, he massaged the skin behind Patton’s ears. It helped to soothe the headache he could feel coming on from his crying. 

“I’d like to stay with you tonight, dearest, if that’s okay.” 

Patton liked the sound of that very much. “Please. I just… I don’t…” 

Roman nodded and Patton wished he knew how he understood him so perfectly. 

“Here, why don’t you pick whatever you feel you can stomach, and I’ll go find something to watch on Disney Plus?” 

Patton hummed his agreement. Roman pressed a kiss to his forehead before leaving him alone.

The evening would find them sat next to each other on the couch, while the live action Lady and the Tramp played. Roman had a pillow squished between them so that only their knees, feet, or elbows occasionally bumped into each other. Otherwise, physical contact was limited and Patton couldn’t believe how light he felt in knowing that Roman wouldn’t be mad at him for it. Falling asleep with his head on Roman’s shoulder, his last thought was that he’d got through the rest of the night. He’d done that much.