#gah..

Soft and silly moment of these fools

OKAY. anon thank you for thid you've given me an excuse to ramble

i'll give you the sun (book)

all the bright places (book)

girl, woman, other (book)

that one cod (???) fic that i read at 3am that sent me into a breakdown and i can't find it but it was so impactful and raw that i can't help but adore it

my mutual's poetry

hamlet

the creeper man (book)

anagapesis and soulmate!au (fics)

the annotations in the back of a science textbook in my biology lesson where people were trying to help someone who was going through a breakup through leaving notes

eragon (series)

the enemy (series)

flying tips for flightless birds (book)

anything by patrick ness

atyd (fic)

crimson rivers (fic)

"O-kay, turn 'round and let's see how that looks." Emily Ripov turned to face the friendly zbornak — Sylvia, she'd called herself Sylvia — but she did so awkwardly. Ripov was no longer used to kindness without a price, and had quickly learnt to trust no one while travelling the galaxy. This was the source of her discomfort now as she was dealt with something (or rather someone), that flew in the face of all her experiences. The hunter hesitantly raised a hand to her head, trying to imagine what she looked like now the zbornak was finished.

Sylvia cast an eye over Ripov's unruly mop of hair and leaned in again to tighten the bandana she’d just tied around it another notch. She stood back then, arms crossed and eyes squinting in the planet's weak light. She couldn't exactly say the hair was tamed but it was better than the feral mess it had been before. Sylvia wasn't one to worry about this kind of stuff usually, but when a young lady fails to deck some creep in a dive bar down to poor visibility, something needs to be done. Sylvia was happy to give up her own bandana for a good cause.

"...Well? How do I look?" Ripov asked, noticing the difference, now. "I think... it looks like next time, you won't miss." Her answer was accompanied by a wide grin that stretched even further as the larger creature's gaze moved past Ripov, back towards the bar they'd just exited. The two watched a gaggle of the bar's patrons begin to trudge purposefully towards them, creep numero uno leading the pack; Oh boy. They shared a look, Sylvia pleased to see that Ripov could, Ripov pleased to have someone to shoot a look at. There was a high whirr as she fired up her blaster, ready to shoot something else; "Looks like it's next time already."

@savewoygiftexchange gift for @seerofbread Hope this is cool for you, I know you were more interested in fic, but I wasn't about to attempt to write something and try to call it a gift.

Your wish list was fantastic, you had so much material there to play with!! I had a lot of fun thinking about everything, but when you mentioned the possibility of Sylvia and Ripov meeting at some point in the past (possibility forgotten on a canon timeline), I couldn't get it out of my head. I began to think about a younger Ripov and how she might look a little different -- And then of course, both of our ladies have a bandana thing going on as bounty hunters. I was thinking Sylvia went into bounty hunting by choice (and has been doing it for a while now), meanwhile Ripov has been plunged in there by pretty awful circumstances. Finding Sylvia sure could help her out. Bounty Hunting takes you to a lot of pretty unsavoury places, too. I imagine them being able to bond when it comes to extra dangers they might face as women ("women").