It is an unfortunate truth that, in general, the first sign of something going terribly wrong is usually easy to ignore. A forest fire begins with a spark, to be sure, but it is equally true that personal failure is foreshadowed by the tiniest of incidents.
For Erich von Stalhein, former Soviet agent, the first sign was a dropped cup of coffee.
♠️aroacepilot posted
okay but WHEN will ao3 stop synning Aviation RPF with 20th Century CE RPF as a whole because i am SICKKKK how many times do i have to scroll past that fucking sexy times with wangxian knockoff about the zodiac killer when all i WANT is biggles in another silly little situation
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#like be fucking fr #in before the AO3 Is Run By Volunteers Theres A Firefox Extension blah blah blah #can i not bitch on my own beautiful little blog #aviation rpf
🌈jamesbigglesnerf replied
idk about the synning situation but speaking of a silly little situation did you read my new fic………
♠️aroacepilot replied
@jamesbigglesnerf noooo i’m trash and work deadlines are killing me this week im saving it for a really hard week
🌈jamesbigglesnerf replied
@aroacepilot i SUPPOSE i’ll forgive you. but just remember that it involves biggles in naaaarnia
✈️planejane replied
@jamesbigglesnerf mate that fic is PERFECTION. can’t believe you got a sopwith camel to land at cair paravel and it actually felt plausible
“Bigglesworth,” said von Stalhein, his tone curiously flat. His coat had seen better days; his suit was neatly kept but severely out of fashion. His walking stick was absent and he carried no umbrella despite the inclement weather. “I might have guessed.”
“Erich,” said Biggles. “I hope you’ve been keeping well.” He lit a fresh cigarette for himself, then another. Von Stalhein accepted it when offered, taking a swift and heavy drag, but did not reply. His cheekbone was rapidly purpling; Biggles could just see the edge of a bite mark beneath his collar.
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black_bentley who absolutely saved my life with her cheerleading during the writing process. I began writing this for Smut4Biggles months ago and posted the first section as a fill, but the second half battled me until I realised what it really needed was undernegotiated bondage.No. 13: TEAM AS A FAMILY
Familial Curse | Multiple Whumpees | "Death will do us part." (Set It Off, Partner's In Crime)
This is quite a loose interpretation of the prompt. I will defend it to the death.
620 words, Biggles & Algy, WW1
philomytha's excellent Whumptober fic for today, I was inspired to pen a short sequel to a fic of my own involving EvS and brainwashing!Four scenes in the life of Lothar Boelke, neighbour.
I have committed the cardinal sin of being me: posting a fic as a WIP. This is the stray cat evs (metaphorical) fic which won the poll I posted yesterday - essentially it's about EvS accidentally being accepted into the community of his block of flats, kicking and screaming only slightly. Future instalments include: a visit from Biggles, mysterious post, and actual cats.sopwithcameltoe replied
fuck, i know right? i started on the kurdistan file like four hours ago and we've gone from the french foreign legion to a castle in the middle of a desert. normal place for them to be
straightlaceyed replied
@sopwithcameltoe omg let me know when you finish that one i have a theory…
planejane replied
timeasmymeasure
