#scimitar-and-longsword

[awolfstudio]

for the 1-100 thing: #38 and #49 <3

Alrighty! <3 #38- Win by Ateez #49- Saturn by Sleeping At Last

My wrapped went from Kpop to rock to metal to orchestral and then away. =^.^=

[ashleyrguillory]

43 for dinluke 🥺?

Also requested by an anon and @scimitar-and-longsword!

"We'll see each other again" kiss. Luke about to go out on a mission, leaving his soft sleepy family. (Did I take the Separate Ways canon? who is to say.....)

[heelipabo]

pilot!Nicky

manip by me, inspired by this amazing fic by scimitar-and-longsword

♥♥♥

[elizabeth-mitchells]

Andy x Quynh prompt: Andy is the one to pull Quynh out of the ocean. And it only took like 100 years instead of 500+. I just want happy reunion feels 😭😭😭

thank you so much!! and thank You for that Quynh gif that is literally my favorite lol this one got a little longer and i’m not sure if I delivered on the “happy” part but i tried my best haha i hope you’ll like this!

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“One more time,” Andy sighed. She was still trembling from the cold after they pulled her out of the water, but she was ready to dive in again. At that point she knew the only way she could get Quynh out of the bottom of the ocean was to drag her to the surface herself, no matter how many times she died in the process, because she knew it’d be nothing compared to what the love of her life was going through.

“Andromache, are you sure?” Nicky asked her, and received a confident nod in response.

“We have been trying for so long,” Joe added, with a kind voice and a supportive hand on her shoulder, but hoping she would understand. Not only they had been on that ship for so long the rest of the crew was starting to complain. “Everyone that was on that ship died, their children too,” he said.

“You said you would give me a hundred years,” Andy protested, knowing the deadline was near, “That last diary we found was the most precise so far. We had never been this close, I can feel it. I can feel her.” She was desperate, she felt she was losing her mind, she felt incapable of giving up.

Finally, Andy jumped again from the ship, a single rope tied to her waist to lead her back to the surface. Minutes passed, and then more, and Nicky and Joe couldn’t know how many times she died. They didn’t even know the moment Andy took off the rope, determined not to return without her love. They couldn’t have known the moment Andy saw the bubbles in the distance, or how difficult it was to get Quynh out of the iron coffin. But when Joe was getting ready to jump into the water to go after Andy, and they watched the two women rise to the surface, they knew. They knew Andy had done the impossible, and now they’d never be separated again.

When the two women were curled up together on the ship, with several blankets to warm them up, Andy found two things to be impossible, to take her arms away from Quynh, and to stop apologizing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she repeated again and again, “It should have been me. I should have found you sooner.”

“Stop, stop apologizing,” Quynh managed a feeble laugh as she continued to tremble from the cold that she had thought would never leave her, but there, with Andy’s arms around her, she already felt the cold begin to vanish. She placed a gentle hand on Andy’s face and forced her to meet her eyes, “It wasn’t your fault, my love. We are here, you saved me, that’s what matters.”

Just hearing her voice helped to mend Andy’s hear a little, but she couldn’t help but ask, “Are you alright? Are you going to be alright?” She didn’t need the details to have an idea of how horrible it must have been, the excruciating, constant, unending suffering. She believed she experienced a taste when she saw that Quynh’s eyes watered, and she was incapable of forming any words. She only curled further in Andy’s lap and buried her face in Andy’s neck. Her hands were trembling, but she grasped Andy’s clothes as if her life depended on it. “We will be, my heart, we will be fine, I promise,” Andy kissed the top of Quynh’s hair and continued to whispered soft promises in every language they knew, absolutely certain that she’d keep her promise, and someday soon they would be fine, they would be happy and together for as long as they lived. Simultaneously, they started smiling again.

[useralona]

Choose between: Joe + Nicky and Nasir + Agron

Now how did I KNOW I was going to get this ask from you 😂😂😂 I knew before I’d even opened my inbox!!

Allright... I love love love LOVE Nagron with all my heart (so much it f**king hurts)

But there’s no other ship that will ever mean more to me than Joe & Nicky 💖💖💖

(make me choose)

[togpositivity]

I wanna send a massive shout out and boost to @scimitar-and-longsword because their fantastic fic Share Your Address is giving me life, but more importantly they are the Bi icon we all need in our lives, and their repping of the bi community in their fic makes me feel seen and accepted and loved and y’all should follow and love them like I do! ✨✨✨

Positivity for @scimitar-and-longsword​ ❤️

[nicolodigenovas]

YouTube AU *chefs kiss* pun intended. 😏

Thank you!!! I’m happy you liked it, can I just say I love your blog and I read the first few chapters of Share your address and OBAIDBSJDHDJF I love it. I can’t wait to have more time to read the new chapters and leave a few comments on the way💜

[redrosydiaz]

Paper Airplanes 👀👀👀

ahhh yess, the beloved Paper Airplanes.

at the moment, this doc is just one big rambly thought spill that hasn’t yet been turned into anything properly written, but it’s basically it’s the story of how and why Paper Airplanes became so important to Primo... aka young, flight-obsessed, aspiring pilot Gabriele introduces them to Primo as a distraction from life, and Primo ends up loving them.

here is a lil snip from the doc, as a treat ✨

It’s then that Gabriele sits Primo down and takes the time to teach him how to fold a paper airplane. Gabriele knows all sorts of different ways to fold one, but he sticks to the most basic way for Primo’s sake. 

The first airplane Primo makes is a bit wonky, the folds not quite right, and when he throws it, it veers sharply before crashing to the ground, right on the nose. He gets pouty about it, but Gabriele tells him that he still did a good job with it, and that makes something surge up in Primo’s chest because even though his airplane failed, Gabriele still thought it was good. And by Primo’s logic, if Gabriele thought even a failed airplane was good, he must think a paper airplane done right will be excellent. Gabriele will love it, will love him.