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[kingsoowolves]

soooooo… how would you guys feel if What Comes After!Anton came back? 👀

[amandasannoying]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (2003) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lee "Apollo" Adama/Kara "Starbuck" Thrace Characters: Kara "Starbuck" Thrace, Lee "Apollo" Adama Additional Tags: Fake Marriage, Marriage of Convenience, Hurt/Comfort, Touch-Starved, Avoiding Feelings, Bedside Vigils, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode: s01e05 You Can't Go Home Again, Missing Scene, intricate starpollo rituals, Kara Thrace loves Lee Adama, Lee Adama loves Kara Thrace, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping Summary:

“I had nowhere else to be.” He defended himself, leaning forward as if she couldn’t hear the conviction in his tone. “I wanted to be here for you, Kara.” “Nowhere to be? No CAP? No duty on deck?” She glanced around the empty room. “And you shouldn’t be here, either. Visiting hours and all that.” “They don’t matter,” he said. “Not to me.” “Cottle didn’t kick you out?” “He tried. It didn’t work.” “Oh,” she nodded halfway, “I get it. You pulled rank, CAG?” Something changed in Lee’s expression, a change she couldn’t follow. “Spousal privileges, actually.” “Oh.” ----------------------- Marriage of Convivence AU. Kara Thrace married Zak Adama without telling anyone, including his brother, Lee. After Zak died, the devoted Kara remembers an old scripture where the man must marry his brother's widow to please Gods. Even if it's a sham, it still counts, right? But everything changes two years later, when total catastrophe forces them to live as husband and wife... whatever that means.

[shipsandtea]

OVER LAND, ICE, & SEA INTRODUCTION

Newfoundland, 1825

Susanna Ainsworth is an exile. After rejecting countless marriage proposals, her merchant father banished her across the Atlantic to her uncle's whaling outpost on Newfoundland's northern coastline, where she's spent the past two years with only her aunt and her secret journals for company. But Susanna knows what she must do to return to London: crush her outspokenness, keep sweet, and prove she'll do whatever society (or this small version of it) expects of her. If losing herself is the price, she’ll pay it.

Elisha Barrett, Captain of His Majesty’s Ship Persistence, will leave his mark on the landscape even if it kills him. The son of a famous naval Captain and failed Arctic explorer who died under mysterious circumstances, he jumped at the chance to join Parry's Expedition to find the illusive Northwest Passage and finish what his father started. Skewing his direct orders, he sails Persistence as far as she can go into the ice, until it's too late...

Everything changes the night Susanna watches a ship wreck against her shores, and a young, wild eyed Captain asks for help.

[zenkindoflove]

Between having multiple existential crises and personal breakdowns for the past two weeks because of how this administration's policies are directly affecting my career, I have managed to create a very rough outline and write the prologue for my book.

I'm really trying to lean into creation to get through all this shit.

[aperrywilliams]

That look. Please, mister, give me a break 👀

Some inspiration to get some writing done. I can’t even tell you how much I love this man.

[tallmadgeandtea]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Garrow's Law Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: William Garrow/Sarah Hill Characters: William Garrow, Silvester (Garrow's Law), Arthur Hill (Garrow's Law), Sarah Hill, John Southouse, Original Characters Additional Tags: Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, me trying to pretend I know how English Law works, Lawyer Stuff, Adultery, Father Figures, Class Differences, One Shot Summary:

Will defends a bookseller who is accused of stealing from his doctor and is too sick for any form of punishment. On a less important note, Will's throat hurts. And he has a chill. But none of that is important. Surely.

[amandawritesxo]

WIP Intro: The Spymaster

Genre: paranormal horror, possession, Kafka-esque dread

Status: In the Discovery drafting stage

Synopsis:  Sucked into the routine of a dead-end night-manager shift, Jonas yearns for the Good Ole Days, back when he and his two best friends used to break into abandoned buildings and do seances and EVP sessions. When he meets a beautiful young woman, she encourages him to get back into the Ghost Hunting gig to win her heart. Only his first date results in a two week time lapse of which he has no memories. Jonas, alongside his best friends, fight to uncover exactly what transpired during that fortnight. Can they find the mystery girl and seek justice for the horrors wrought on Jonas, or will the horrors he enacted outside of his conscious catch up to him first?

Setting: haunted houses, convenient stores at night, the glow under street lamps, dirty train stations, the comfort of a best friend having your back

Vibe: elder millennials, emo music, the waft of cigarette smoke, clean up on aisle 12, the pain of adult friendships, the stolen potential of lost dreams, curvy goth girls that appear and disappear in clouds of smoke, night-vision cameras

Touchstones & Inspiration: Project Fear, My Best Friend's Exorcism, Metamorphosis, Carmilla,

Characters:

Jonas - the grocery night manager who dreams of something more profound

Wayne - a sound engineer who is just worried about his best bud

Sammy - an exchange student turned physical therapist that would rather be anywhere but the seedier sides of town, but steps up for the emotional support

Unnamed Babe - the beautiful woman that lured a scrawny boy under her streetlamp and offered him a drag

Excerpt:

Jonas sighed, toes of his sneakered teetering over the precipice of the bread. Deep red liquid spilled between the cracks in scuffed linoleum. Shattered glass clinked beneath stiff broom bristles. More red splattered the cuffs of his khakis.

He dropped the CAUTION: WET FLOOR sign, and it wobbled on busted legs. 

“Think I found the culprit, boss,” Brenda chirped, bubbled snapping between lipstick-stained teeth. She pointed one long, pink fingernail toward a kid’s soccer ball wedged between 24-packs of soda.

Jonas rubbed at tired eyes and nodded. Summer inventory was often the culprit of store-wide disasters. Last summer, a woman “tried out” a kayak in the middle of aisle 12, resulting in a domino of technicolor cereal boxes that nearly “crushed her to death”.

“Thanks, Brenda. Mind putting that ball back in seasonal while Aidan and I get this mess cleaned up?” He gestured back to the puddle of Pinot Noir.

Aidan swept in vain, corralling broken bottles and labels while the red continued to spread and splatter. From the adjacent aisle, one could probably guess someone had been stabbed her and was slowly bleeding out.

Jonas wished it was him.

[initiala]

Story where the new monarch isn’t crowned by a religious figure or by themselves (either because no religion ranks higher than them or that no one takes up their god’s particular priesthood), but they are instead crowned by the person who hates them most.

Maybe it’s their worst enemy. Maybe it’s some kid in the slums. There’s a ceremony to discover the person who hates the heir presumptive most, magic that tells the realm’s protectors who it is and where to find them. When it comes time for the coronation, the heir has 72 hours to convince their biggest hater why they deserve to be crowned the realm’s next monarch. If they can, then their enemy places the crown on their head, as a sign that while they may dislike the monarch they trust their ability to rule.

If they can’t, the heir presumptive is removed from the line of succession. Maybe it goes next to a sibling, or to another branch of the Royal tree. But if you can’t convince the person who hates you more than anything else in the world that you’re the best person for the job of ruling the realm—not a good person or a kind person, but the best person capable of making the sort of hard decisions that come with rulership—then this person isn’t going to make excuses for why you should be the next monarch anyway. It doesn’t matter you were firstborn of a firstborn going back several generations. You suck and you’re cruel and you’re not going to do the realm any good, so the crown passes to your uncle.