02 Nov 2018
A collection of words I never thought I'd show anybody. Various fluffy/angsty/probably eventually smutty one shots and drabbles I've written when I'm supposed to be working.
13 Oct 2018
(title essentially stolen from Wilfred Owen, “And mark the hazardous stars all dawns and eves," Elegy in April and September)
Poe's relationship is a mess, something he's well aware of. When you make a discovery, all kinds of secrets rear their ugly heads and things get more than a little complicated.
Alternatively Titled: Nobody Asked For This Angst-Fest But You're Getting It Anyway Because We Love Suffering On This Website
23 Aug 2018
Ever since the attack of the First Order on the Resistance, you had lost nearly everything.
Your friends were killed on a suicide mission.
You had lost your eyesight, deeming you second-rate in your line of work as a mechanic.
Your lover was slowly becoming what you feared most.
You were a bystander in a larger story, one that you had no place in. You were just an inferior member of the Resistance that was bound to be killed, to be forgotten.
But not in someone else's eyes.
- Part 2 of The Cost of Hope
Bookmarked by gemystical
23 Aug 2018