Hello and welcome to my blog! I go by Aliénore but you can call me Ali or Al, my pronouns are they/them. I am a minor. My personality type is ISFJ. This blog is purely SFW. I am quite slow to answer but I love talking to you so feel free to send something in my inbox, it always makes me smile !
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aerokriegs asked:
Hey, just wondering if you are willing to write a fic for Joseph Liebgott/Edward Tipper? I can only find a few thanks
(and sorry if this sounds too formal idk how to talk to people)
Hi! ❤️ It’s been so long since I’ve watched BoB, I don’t think I’d be able to do justice to either character or their dynamic sadly 😭 And don’t worry about sounding too formal, I completely understand the struggle 😂😭
I’m sorry I can’t write your request hun but even though I haven’t really been up to date with the fandom lately, I’m sure one of its talented writers will be able to write your request wonderfully❤️
Take care, love! 💙
Repost from my old blog: sohoneyspreadyourwings
Word count: 1.2k
You could feel the water begin to soak through your shoes, your toes scrunching up in discomfort at the squishy feeling. The weight of what you were carrying was beginning to make your arms quiver as you knocked on the door with further agitation.
William Hoosier Smith x GN!Reader
Requested by: @alienoresimagines - Could you write 105. Is that my shirt? with the love of my life Hoosier Smith and a gender neutral reader if that isn't too much of a bother please? ❤ As always, completely okay not to write it! 💛
Warnings: smoking, war, some f words
Prompt: Is that my shirt?
Summary: It is said among the Marines that Hoosier has a crush on you. You decide to test the theory.
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The weather was slowly beginning to be absolutely unbearable. There probably wasn’t an inch of your body that wasn’t covered in sweat. Your mind was clouded by the thought of the cooling ocean that could provide at least a temporary relief from the never-ending heat. You most probably would be in the water already if you were actually back home in the States but the heavy Thompson on your shoulder was constantly reminding you otherwise, that you were still very much in the middle of the Pacific killing for peace.
Well, that and the constantly annoyed voice of Chuckler who complained about the weather three times minimum every five minutes. At least you suffered in silence.
“No need to point out our miserable conditions anymore, Chuckler,” you finally snapped but your voice had a bit of a playful tone into it, so your friend knew it’s nothing personal. You all were in a crappy mood, feeling horrible.
“Hoosier looked way too comfortable over there,” Chucker grinned at you, “simply had to remind him what a wonderful situation we find ourselves in.”
Hoosier shot him a fake smile in response and then got back to his cigarette. Even he was too tired to actually think of some sarcastic remark to retort with.
You shook your head, laughing. “Maybe you need to remind him some more.”
Hey everyone! 💙
Just a very quick post to say thank you for more than 2 years of happiness on this blog ❤ You have all been so kind and supportive with my writing and I have made some amazing friends so thanks to you all for everything 💙
However, this will probably be the last post for a long time, if not ever, as I have completely lost motivation to write for these fandoms and have also much less time than ever before to write. So this is like a hiatus on this blog which will not be deleted as it is my main blog and I will still be “active” which means that I’ll like posts through this blog and I will always answer messages to any whi wishes to talk to me but there won’t be any more reblogs or posts until I find the motivation again.
If you want to see some active blogs of mine here are my two sideblogs :
@milesignotus for Kaamelott (french series) content
@thetrystingtree for all stuff that I like and want to keep a trace of. My AO3 username is the same as this sideblog’s.
I don’t know what future has in store for me so this isn’t, I hope, a goodbye but more like a see you later 💙
Thank you for these two years, sorry for all those who had sent a resquest or who will somehow miss my fics and reblogs and I hope all of you stay safe and may 2022 be kinder to you ❤
If you want to talk to me about anything, my messages are always open of course !
Ali 💙
@murphyism @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @mavysnavy @wexhappyxfew @justwant-samu-ass @embersjanuary @order-of-river-phoenix @inglourious-imagines @liebegott @tvserie-s-world @warrior-healer @holdingforgeneralhugs @punkgeekcryptid @jussipogideonlaufeyson
just tagging those who are on my taglists ❤
A/N: This was requested by @embersjanuary with the prompt “Oh, don’t cry. I hate it when you cry.” and a shy kiss although I'm afraid that last part got lost in the way 😅 Also this is for @tvserie-s-world because for one it's Bull and our convo about Johnny and Bull's S/O inspired me a lot ❤❤
Taglist :@murphyism @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @mavysnavy @wexhappyxfew @justwant-samu-ass @embersjanuary@order-of-river-phoenix @inglourious-imagines @liebegott @tvserie-s-world @warrior-healer @holdingforgeneralhugs
Words count: 1926
Posted : 20/12/2021
TW : Swearing, Death, Blood, Heavy angst
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Bastogne was hell. There were no other words for it. Blood was staining the snow as well as your dreams crimson. Shattered hope and screams tore out of your throat.
You had thought it was over though. You’d thought they'd send you back to Mourmelon but, of course, there was no such thing as being relieved. No rest for the brave. And so, you and Easy Company kept marching on, as soldiers do.
Leaving Rachamps with weariness in your bones, you barely felt a thing. Too numb from everything, you simply acted on autopilot while guided by Bull's gentle hand on the small of your back. Your anchor through everything.
In the church, you had sat next to each other as you both got lost in your thoughts. However, his hand had never left your knee and your hand had played with his hair absentmindedly while you listened to the choir. In the end, you had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and only then did he himself fall asleep. For a short moment, you had been in heaven.
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A/N: This was requested by @embersjanuary with the prompt “Oh, don’t cry. I hate it when you cry.” and a shy kiss although I’m afraid that last part got lost in the way 😅 Also this is for @tvserie-s-world because for one it’s Bull and our convo about Johnny and Bull’s S/O inspired me a lot ❤❤
Taglist :@murphyism @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @mavysnavy @wexhappyxfew @justwant-samu-ass @embersjanuary@order-of-river-phoenix @inglourious-imagines @liebegott @tvserie-s-world @warrior-healer @holdingforgeneralhugs
Words count: 1926
Posted : 20/12/2021
TW : Swearing, Death, Blood, Heavy angst
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Bastogne was hell. There were no other words for it. Blood was staining the snow as well as your dreams crimson. Shattered hope and screams tore out of your throat.
You had thought it was over though. You’d thought they’d send you back to Mourmelon but, of course, there was no such thing as being relieved. No rest for the brave. And so, you and Easy Company kept marching on, as soldiers do.
Leaving Rachamps with weariness in your bones, you barely felt a thing. Too numb from everything, you simply acted on autopilot while guided by Bull’s gentle hand on the small of your back. Your anchor through everything.
In the church, you had sat next to each other as you both got lost in your thoughts. However, his hand had never left your knee and your hand had played with his hair absentmindedly while you listened to the choir. In the end, you had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and only then did he himself fall asleep. For a short moment, you had been in heaven.
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holdingforgeneralhugs asked:
Congrats on 2yrs💜 could I request a 🤨😠🙄😌 for Joe Liebgott/reader
“Do I even want an explanation ?” A hint of exasperation tainted with confusion made your voice somewhat snappy, although badly hidden worry softened the sharpness of it. Your eyes examined closely Joe’s face as he stood in front of you. His hair was a mess of curls falling onto his forehead, cheeks red from effort and a bruise was already starting to blossom on his cheekbone. Your gaze stopped at his shoulders, so tensed it looked like they could cut.
“Some private was talkin’ shit about ya.” He was still seething in anger when he sat on a chair, his form almost shaking. Despite your reluctance to admit it and your reprobation of the action, a bubble of warmth grew in your chest.
“So you beat him up ?” One eyebrow raised, you turned back to him with a wet towel in your hand, crouching down to clean his face.
“He deserved it.” You scoffed at that but didn’t stop what you were doing. Joe was relaxing, his traits softening and the anger disappearing as if your touch was calming balm.
There was nothing to say. You’d had this argument many times in the past. Today wouldn’t be the day where you made him change his mind.
His face now clean of both anger and sweat, Joe looked at you intensely, so much that your face grew warmer under his gaze. An embarrassing yelp left your lips as Joe took the opportunity of you standing to pull you into his lap. Immediately, you hooked your arms around his neck.
“Joe !” Embarrassment crept your neck as Joe looked up, impossibly pleased.
“I can still make you blush.” That was definitely a smug smile on his lips. Your hand hovered mid-air above his shoulder as you grinned wickedly, a thought entering your mind.
“Well, of course, Joey. It’s not for nothing that you’re the love of my life.” You bat your eyelashes at him and enjoyed the way his eyes widened and his cheeks reddened. He spluttered for a few seconds until you leaned down and kissed his cheek then got up.
“Try to tone down the fighting, yeah ?” You whispered sweetly in his ear as you passed behind him, leaving him still wide-eyed, looking for words.
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@murphyism @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @mavysnavy @wexhappyxfew @justwant-samu-ass @embersjanuary @order-of-river-phoenix @inglourious-imagines @liebegott @tvserie-s-world @warrior-healer @holdingforgeneralhugs
neverendingstories00 asked:
ALIENROE!! congrats on two years 🥂 love your blog so much! might have to another masterlist binge 😫
can i get a 🤕 and eugene roe please? thank you!
please this is so nice 🥺🥺 THANK YOU 💕 (pajfjajfz i just noticed the alienroe for a cajun prince request and i’m cackling 😂😂)
“I promise I’ll be more careful.” Only a sigh came out of Eugene’s pursed lips as he inspected the bruise on your temple. You were lucky Toye had called out for you, making you turn around and block the sniper’s bullet with your helmet. The event left you shocked and a bit bruised but nothing time wouldn’t take care of. You couldn’t say the same about Eugene.
“Eugene. I’m sorry.” Not one of your attempts to get him to express his feelings worked. He stood, fingers carefully moving your face so he could watch the bruise closer and eyes focused, his furrowed brows shadowing them even more. The tips of his fingers shook as they traveled down your cheek and your heart broke into a million pieces. On impulse, you wrapped both of your hands around one of his and lifted it, placing a kiss on his knuckles. His eyes drifted to yours, the anger he felt wearing off and replaced by exhaustion and sadness.
“You could’ve died.” This was an unspoken truth, known to every soldier but never addressed. Every day could be your last and Death could claim you any moment it deemed fit. Such a whimsy thing. But there had always been this belief, as stupid as it sounds, that you wouldn’t be part of Death’s tribute. That somehow everything would be okay and the bullets would simply drift away from you. But today, the hole in your helmet and the bruise on your face as well as the remembrance of Joe’s panicked look shook this conviction until it was nothing more than shreds of glass. You felt utterly bare in front of your fear.
“But I didn’t.” Eugene frowned and you knew he was imagining all kinds of scenarios, though all had the same ending. You wanted to toss your fear away but it was clawing at you like a drowning man, making it hard to breathe as you tried to reassure Eugene. But even if you did get rid of the fear… what would there be left of you ? It was a thought that made you shudder.
“Gene, you won’t get rid of me that easily.” The teasing tone rolled off your lips naturally, masking the small tremor in your voice. And yet Eugene heard it, his face softening like snow melting to snow and hurt settling deep in his eyes.
“I’ll protect you and I’ll patch you up if I need to. But I won’t let you go, mon amour.” His face soft and his voice was steel, the love dripping from it softening the edges. This was a promise, an oath he wouldn’t break unless he’d break too.
Leaning, you hugged him close, half for your own comfort and half for hiding the gleaming tears in your eyes. Your chin on his shoulder and his arms around your waist, you breathed softly through your nose while Eugene whispered sweet nothings in French in your hair. You had always known Eugene would do whatever he could to help you, in whatever way was needed, and never once doubted it. This merely felt like something more, without you knowing why. Maybe it was because you had never been so close to Death before ? You’d never know but one thing was for sure : you were his angel as much as he was yours.
Requests for this event are closed !
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I just finished Ivanhoe by Walter Scotts (the 1952 movie is THE movie of my childhood) so here’s some shitty memes
