#RomCom in Space

[lpmurphy]

Of the Care and Keeping of Spartans Master List

Spring in Tchakova Park Full work on AO3 Spotify Playlist

Pairings: John-117/OC Status: Completed Summary:

Green was the color of the grass where he used to walk in Tchakova Park.

In which John meets a stranger in the park, Violet learns of the care and keeping of Spartans, and Cortana offers dating advice.

Chapter One: Lights on the Water

Chapter Two: The Jungle

Chapter Three: Goose

Chapter Four: The Rock

Chapter Five: Picture Frames

Chapter Six: Gold Visor, Hazel Eyes

Chapter Seven: First Aid

Chapter Eight: Headboards (NSFW)

Chapter Nine: Family Dynamics

Chapter Ten: Anthuriums

Chapter Eleven: Conversations

Chapter Twelve: Pillow Talk (NSFW)

Chapter Thirteen: Meet the Parents

Chapter Fourteen: Eavesdropping

Chapter Fifteen: Confessions

Chapter Sixteen: Arrivals

Chapter Seventeen: Downtown

Chapter Eighteen: Flashes and Blinks

Chapter Nineteen: Bathroom Conversations

Chapter Twenty: All Too Well

Chapter Twenty-One: Headboards Volume 2 (NSFW)

Chapter Twenty-Two: Girlhood

Chapter Twenty-Three: Fishies

Chapter Twenty-Four: Night Swim

Chapter Twenty-Five: Gúta (NSFW)

Chapter Twenty-Six: Carvings

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Persephone

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Sunshine

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Scarf

Chapter Thirty: Cultivation

Chapter Thirty-One: Incursion

Chapter Thirty-Two: Ignorant Innocence

Chapter Thirty-Three: Home

Chapter Thirty-Four: Epilogue- Spring in the Highland Mountains

Something Borrowed: A Sequel AO3 Spotify Playlist

Pairings: John-117/OC, Background Riz/Vannak Status: Completed 9/6/24 Summary

Springtime on Reach had always been Violet's favorite season. She had always adored the mild temperatures, the flowers and greenery in constant bloom and the beauty it brought to Tchakova Park. Meeting John beside the pond the year before had only given her another reason to love the spring. But, on a May evening beside a lake in the Highland Mountains, Violet found yet another reason to love springtime.

In which the 117s tie the knot, Cortana becomes an unlicensed therapist, Kai and Vannak organize a bachelorette party, and Riz plans a wedding.

Chapter One: The Desert

Chapter Two: Sisters

Chapter Three: The View From Tchakova Park

Chapter Four: Cinnamon Whiskey (NSFW)

Chapter Five: Housekeeping

Chapter Six: Tests

Chapter Seven: Cleansing

Chapter Eight: Discoveries

Chapter Nine: Orange Juice

Chapter Ten: Mer

Chapter Eleven: Something in the Orange

Chapter Twelve: Best Friends

Chapter Thirteen: Fog

Chapter Fourteen: Q&A

Chapter Fifteen: Group Message

Chapter Sixteen: Nightmares

Chapter Seventeen: Last Minute (NSFW)

Chapter Eighteen: Threads

Chapter Nineteen: Lamby

Chapter Twenty: Balloons and Streamers

Chapter Twenty One: Marco Polo

Chapter Twenty Two: Bachelorette Part 1

Chapter Twenty Three: Bachelorette Part 2

Chapter Twenty Four: The Morning After

Chapter Twenty Five: Bubbe Fran

Chapter Twenty Six: Becoming

Chapter Twenty Seven: Promises

Chapter Twenty Eight: Empty Chair

Chapter Twenty Nine: 117

Chapter Thirty: Epilogue- Someday Came Two Years Later

The View Between Villages Read on AO3

Status: In Progress (1/3)

Summary:

'This wasn’t home. It felt like someone else belonged here, and perhaps someone else did. He stopped being the boy who did the moment he called on that coin. Childhood came spinning to an end as soon as it came up heads.'

In which Violet receives orders to Eridanus II, and John brings his wife home.

Part One: Cold

Of Mothers and Bedtime Stories Read on AO3

Status: Complete Summary:

“Daddy?” Hailey called. “Yeah, babygirl?” “What’s your mommy’s name?” “Catherine.”

A line of questioning from a very curious five year old forces Violet to consider her feelings towards the woman that created her husband, and what she means to him.

[indigograceauthor]

Flip of the Coin - Part 2

Flip of the Coin ~ Part 2

Unconditionally - Part 1 of Flip of the Coin - Master Post

Posted on AO3

Spotify Playlist !!NOW ACTIVE!!

***PLAYLIST COMPLETE.***

Summary: After the Human-Covenant War, Master Chief John-117 did not get lost for four years on the Pillar of Autumn. He went MIA instead and chose to retire to Aleria with Riz-028. To his surprise, Corporal Talia Perez is there having rescued Kai-125 from floating in space. Now that he's there with Talia, a real life with possibilities are an option to explore.

Pairing: John-117/Talia Perez

Status: ****NOW COMPLETE***

💚🧡💚🩶💛🩶

Chapter 1: The Arrival - Short Change Hero

Chapter 2: Back at Home - I Get a Little Starstruck

Chapter 3: Sleeping Arrangements - Stay for a Little While

Chapter 4: Lunch Date - What Am I?

Chapter 5: Master Chief's Got Bank - Get Used to This

Chapter 6: Reading and Revelations - Crowded Heart

Chapter 7: Morning Pillow Talk - Start at the Beginning

Chapter 8: Riz Understands - The Best Things

Chapter 9: Honesty - With You

Chapter 10: The Fight - Mama Said Knock You Out

Chapter 11: First Steps to Intimacy - Rainbow

Chapter 12: Nightmare - Different Kind of Tears

Chapter 13: Making Plans - Breathe In

Chapter 14: Hike with Cortana - Light the Way

Chapter 15: Karaoke Night - Part 1

Chapter 16: Karaoke Night - Part 2

Chapter 17: Karaoke Night - Part 3 - GOOD

Chapter 18: Karaoke Night - Part 4 - I Want It

Chapter 19: Morning After - Cloud Nine/Life Worth Living

Chapter 20: Breakfast and Cinnamon Rolls - Unwritten

Chapter 21: Girl Time - Count on Me

Chapter 22: Date Night - Start of Something Good

Chapter 23: Riz's Date - Nothing Like You

Chapter 24: Real Talk - Mad About It

Chapter 25: A Surprise to Come Home to - Too Good to Be True

Chapter 26: John Dreams - Nobody Knows Me

Chapter 27: Space Zillo - Trouble

Chapter 28: Casinos, Strippers and Glitter...Oh My - We Do This

Chapter 29: Fruits of My Labors - Jekyll and Hyde

Chapter 30: Shit Hits the Fan - Control

Chapter 31: Aftermath - Keep Me

Chapter 32: The Talk - Too Soon

Chapter 33: At Last - The Day I Knew I Needed You

Chapter 34: Day Dreaming - Call It Dreaming

Chapter 35: Forever Together - This Must Be the Place

Chapter 36: It's Time - Featherstone

Chapter 37: Can It Be True - Blue Skies

Chapter 38: Forward - I Get to Love You

Chapter 39: Community - Who You Share It With

Chapter 40: Epilogue - Fall into Me

[mellosghosts]

in my heart this joke is in the movie, but unfortunately im afraid only we, hughjackmaniacs, would get it 🥀

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 224

DCxDP

Now Booster Gold would like it known he is Not father material, or even responsible adult material. That is Ted, and even then they seem to share a single braincell when they're in each others presence.

But again, NOT anything close to father material. Which he repeats to both himself and the eldritch Time Entity who just handed him what he Knows to be pretty much an unborn child of its species. look, he Knows about Realms Beings- Espranto was literally his first language like many others of his timeline- so he knows the inherent dangers.

But Somehow him becoming a time-cop of sorts has endeared him towards this primordial one, thankfully. Less thankfully, it has given him a whole-ass CHILD. A BABY. HIM. Of all people!

Ted he needs help, he doesn't know if this counts as mpreg or something and he's freaking out man!

[swordshapedleaves]

Quote from Kareen near the beginning of A Civil Campaign (yes I'm rereading it again):

“What Miles needs is a woman who will tell him to go soak his head, or it’ll be a disaster. For her, not him.” After a moment, she added sapiently, “Though if for her, for him too, sooner or later.”

That's it. That's the whole novel right there.

[marionmorse]

MARIONMORSE, DROP ANOTHER HELMETPARTY SCENARIO AND MY LIFE IS YOUUURSS 🙏🙏🙏🙏

do u think... Do you think sometimes when the team has a movie night, when they watch those 60's action war movies like "Von Ryan's Express" and "Battle of the Bulge" or spaghetti westerns like "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly" and "Death Rides on a Horse," Soldier pauses during or right after fight scenes or duels or whatever to obsessively overanalyze them. Like, he'll try and turn them into strategies to use on the job, takes, uhm, 'notes', (tactical doodles,) sets up nerdy models using a whiteboard map and improvised figurines, uses these examples when he does those psyche-up pre-battle speeches or during strategy meetings.

'Cause I bet he does, I bet he does that, and it completely kills the momentum of the movie to the point where the rest of the team gets disinterested and slowly leaves him behind to do their own thing.

I genuinely bet Engie wouldn't though, nah, I bet he's enough of a patient kind of gentle kind of man willing to stick through these pauses 'cause he's just that into the movie. And maybe he's just a teeny bit into Soldier's dissections of actiony chaos. Maybe gleans a bit of an understanding of Soldier's thinking that way. Admires the guy's passion about his 'research,' how thoughtfully he gathers details in an effort to help the team. Starts mixing in tapes for these sorts of movies more regularly to their movie night pool maybe subconsciously, maybe on purpose. The rest of the team doing their own movie night. losers.

[robertstuffs]

emma roberts as rex simpson in 'space cadet' (2024)

[lpmurphy]

“He looked down at her, morning light casting a glow across her skin as if she had been woven from it. Violet stared up at him with half lidded eyes and pretty kiss swollen lips, her arms around his neck and fingers brushing through his hair. He had decided as he watched that security feed weeks ago that there would never be a man who came after him that deserved Violet Harris. No man ever would deserve the woman she was. He would try to become that man, though. Even if it took him whatever time he had left to do so.” -Spring in Tchakova Park, Chapter 21: Headboards Vol. 2

Absolute in LOVE with this fan art @threshergm commissioned of John and Violet from my fic Spring in Tchakova Park. Just look at them. My heart. 😭❤️

I’ve never had fan art made for my work before. What an honor! Thank you so much!! Check out the insanely talented artist on Reddit at u/ferversaile and read the whole completed work on AO3!

[indigograceauthor]

Chapter 22 - Date Night - Start of Something Good

[yanandreckless]

Everybody Likes Kyle

You were woken up by a loud blare of guitars along with drums that sounded like they were urging you to jump right out of your skin.

Since that was an understandably tricky thing to do and you were not normally one for tricks, you merely jumped right out of your bed. Or well, attempted to, the mass of blankets you had wrapped yourself in like a burrito proved to be rather effective restraints, leaving you sitting upright with various fabrics coiled around your legs.

The loud groan as you rub your eyes does nothing, it neither alleviates your frustration or dispels the disoriented feeling as you try to get used to being awake in your own bedroom.

The screams then start.

Not from anyone in the building, there is no need to panic.

From whichever blasted machine that was playing the guitars and the drums at this unholy hour.

Who even manages to take a turn so far left from music to end up at… that?

Who is so rude as to play it at this ho…

You scramble for your phone. Promptly knock it to the floor. Sigh. Detangle yourself from the blankets. The screams seem to be urging you on in this totally attractive mockery of a butterfly getting out of a cocoon, weirdly enough.

Once you finally reach your phone, your knee cracking as you need to nearly crawl under your desk because why wouldn’t a completely non-spherical object tumble as far away from you as possible, and you realize it’s 11am, you feel no less irritated.

In fact, you feel more irritated. With yourself. You couldn’t even be irritated with someone else in peace.

Alright, so it wasn’t at an unholy hour that this… cacophony, because it sure as hell wasn’t music, was being played.

It was at a perfectly… holy hour?

It just still did happen to wake you up.

And for what? Who the fuck was even playing that? That never happened before, this building was rather quiet.

As if the cacophony wasn’t enough, loud thuds that sound suspiciously like heavy steps and furniture being moved around are now shuddering through the thin walls and floors and that is when you realize that 16B is finally getting a tenant.

Oh no.

***

Messy bun? Check.

Leggings? Check.

Oversized T-shirt without any breakfast stains on it? Check.

Teeth brushed? Uhhh… Mouthwash gargled? Check.

Hunting down slippers that belonged to the same pair was more challenging than it had any reason to be having in mind that you possessed no canines or felines who would mess with your footwear, but once that was finally done, too, you tried not to stomp (the effect would be ruined in soft bunny slippers anyway) angrily as you went to ask your new neighbor to tone down their… music.

You nearly fell over a huge box as soon as you stepped out of your apartment. Looking down, you jumped away as a sheen of fur alerted you to the fact that this might be a pet whose temper you do not know…

Except the fur wouldn’t move. And was a giant pelt. Suspiciously looking like it used to belong to a wolf.

Then you look around the assortment of boxes, trash bags, furniture pieces, and just… stuff lying all around the hallway. The questionable taste in music your new neighbor undoubtedly had seemed to extend to furniture as well.

You were staring at a gigantic Edwardian sofa that has been through what its owner most likely considered a genius furniture flip, its upholstery a shiny black and its wooden trim an offensive gold complete with… spikes. The sofa had spikes on the top of its backrest. Cushions were strewn on it, in shades of black, gold, and red and the similarly dated cabinet with glass doors had odd symbols painted in gold on its doors, like… a circle with a bunch of arrows pointing out of its center.

Another box near the one with the wolf pelt contained leather-bound books. So far the least visually offensive or odd thing here.

And then another… was full of skulls. Fucking sk-

The man who popped out of the ajar door of 16B had to bend to walk through.

He promptly pushed aside a heavy wooden treasure chest with his foot. The chest clanked like it was full of metal.

Once fully upright, he was… terrifying.

7 feet of broad, muscled, tattooed mass.

His head was shaved on the sides, with the hair on top dyed the same offensively flaming red his sofa cushions were. It was held in a high ponytail with what looked like a metal cylinder, ornate and as edgy as the rest of him.

Piercings (yes, several) on his brow and ears. Tattoos on his entire body, including the sides of his head. Nails longer than yours on his right hand, filed into points and painted black. Short and black on his left.

He looked like one of those thirst trap alternative guys on TikTok. You always weirdly assumed those guys weren’t real.

With a slight jerk of his chin toward his new apartment, (oh lord, this is your new neighbor! Is he going to sacrifice virgins on Saturday evenings? You worked on Sunday, for fuck’s sake!) he boomed, voice deep and rough:

“Haarken, turn the music down to 16.”

Huh. 16. The music became barely audible in the hallway instantly. He renamed his Alexa into… Haarken? Could you even do that? Also, he set up his Alexa before he unpacked?

“Hello there.” The TikTok demon grinned at you, revealing a row of straight teeth with suspiciously sharp canines, like they were modded. Of course they were. Half his books are probably what sells as occult at the same stores that sell crystals to heal cancer.

“Did I wake you?”

You smooth down your hopelessly wrinkled loungewear T-shirt, a ratty piece of crap that’s gray instead of black now, with some band image that you never recognized or cared about as you dug the garment out of a bin at a thrift store ages ago, when it was still black and whole.

“Is it that obvious?” You toss back and he chuckles. He sounds weirdly menacing as he does.

“A little. I suppose you’re next door?”

He jerks his head toward your unit and you nod.

“I’m Kyle.”

He extends a shovel-sized calloused hand for a handshake. It’s very warm and just as rough as it looks.

“Kyle.” You repeat dubiously. You expected him to introduce himself as a Samael or an Asmodeus or at the very least a Constantine. Nope. Kyle.

He raises both pale eyebrows at you (Kyle is apparently a natural blonde) and you realize that he’s expecting to hear your name in return, so you provide it.

“Nice to meet you. And I apologize for waking you. If you wish to keep me company as I take all this stuff in, there will be a homemade steak in it for you.”

It’s your turn to raise both eyebrows. Kyle looks frightening but he’s apparently polite. And you can’t remember the last time you ate steak. Let alone a homemade one.

“Do you always bribe people into hanging out with you?” You sass him jokingly and a deep line forms between Kyle’s eyebrows. You weren’t able to determine his age up until that point but you suspect he may be older than he looks anyway:

“I like to think of it as an enticing offer. Works better than force or a sense of obligation, don’t you think?”

You feel a bit shitty, since you tried to make a joke but Kyle seems genuinely miffed, his large nostrils a bit flared. So you just nod.

“That’s true. I do like steak. I just hope I don’t end up in this box.”

You point at the box with skulls and the deep line between Kyle’s eyebrows disappears. Your second attempt at a joke is more successful as Kyle barks an unattractive little laugh, one of the ones that sound like a pig:

“No, those belonged to enemies. Plan on not becoming an enemy.”

It’s mighty stupid to think Kyle is kind of cute. You do so anyway. 

[wanton-votaress]

I may be a nerd but I wasn’t the one who baked cookies based on my current interests

That was all @existing-is-bothersome

(Even if was a attempt to prove they are superior to me in the kitchen)

[starrynightskies-art]

RAHHHH Marble Sky ocs!

This comic (Marble Sky!) and the species, from Teegarden belong to @somerandomdudelmao! You should go read it 👀👀👀

I made two characters, and they’re sisters! Lavender is older at 24-26 (still deciding), and her sister, Azalea is 17! Still trying to figure out her design, but I have a good idea so hopefully can post that soon! I was originally thinking I’d have their names be in the same genus or family, cuz they’re related, but I’m still figuring it out…

Anyway, here’s Lavender!

[jessicas-pi]

Maybe it's because I hate hating characters. Maybe it's because my brain runs on 100% crack (except for the moments it runs on 1000% angst.) Maybe it's because i want to hit a metaphorical hornets' nest with a baseball bat.

But I just gotta say, I think that "traumatized, grieving teenager who has slept for 4 of the past 72 hours and is keeping himself together with nothing but an unholy amount of caf, the burning desire for revenge, and space duct tape panics and acts on Worst Instinct Possible," is genuinely a more accurate interpretation of lux kissing ahsoka than just "assault."

[theliterarywolf]

I love how I would never have heard of that 'My Tiny Senpai' anime if it weren't for a bunch of sand-crotched tourists whinging about 'UGGGGGHHH, why does anime have to waste time catering to pathetic incels like this?'

[towerartt]

My jackothy playlist <33 kisses