#/this is also written on my pinned post but;

[seasidefae]

hello! i'm currently writing and editing! also i changed my icon twice these past few days sorry

i reached 200 followers recently and i have no idea how to celebrate.

but. i have a cut scene from written in the margins that i want to share, mostly because it was a complete jump from the narrative of the previous scene and it felt out of place. also i'm not going to add to this. it's just here as a drabble if you guys want to read.

with that said.

warning: suggestive content

The first time he wore red, it was for the post-season testing that same year. Void of logos, just his last name and number, the red suit isn’t any different to his navy one. He feels heavier, though, with the weight of everything else apart from himself right on his shoulders. 

Seeing Carlos in blue is calming, like the sea or the sky they like talking about. He’s sitting with Oscar’s strategists, resting his chin on his hand while he looks at the data. He knows pictures of him in the red headset will make rounds online soon. Carlos’ wedding ring is in full view, and Oscar takes more than one swallow from his water bottle to get rid of the possessive heat churning in him. 

It distracts him from all of this, too. His sense of normalcy in the midst of a hazy dream he never thought would come true. Carlos grounds him. Even though he doesn’t have to be here, Carlos knows this and that’s why he’s chosen to stay. 

Oscar sidles up to his husband, the top of his suit hanging loosely from his hips. 

“You looked good out there,” Carlos says. He doesn’t look up when he says it, instead he’s writing something down in his notebook. Oscar doesn’t remember having that in their luggage. 

“No need to get technical. I’ll make note of that for next time,” Oscar quips. Carlos just hums mindlessly. 

He doesn’t question it. But he does find out the reason for the standoffishness later, when Carlos almost knocks his driver’s room door down and pins him—as quietly as he could—against the nearest wall. He’s being devoured. Carlos places a searing kiss on every inch of skin his fireproofs don’t cover. He pushes forward until they’re chest to chest, warm lips on chapped ones, and kissing Carlos senseless until his knees buckle. 

With ease, Carlos catches his legs and moves them to the small bed. He has Carlos on his lap, in his orbit, and he can feel the heat radiating off him as soon as his shirt hits the floor.

They haven’t snuck into each other’s driver’s room to get each other off in years. Oscar guesses they have about fifteen minutes before someone comes looking for him. It’s fine; they’ve worked with less before. 

Carlos rocks his hips, meeting Oscar’s quick pace as he ruts up. Oscar tightens his grip on Carlos’ hair, angling his husband’s head and licking familiar paths and shapes in his mouth. 

“Cariño, mi esposo,” Carlos purrs against his lips. He slides down to his knees until he’s on the floor, taking Oscar’s pants with him. “Por favor. Please, let me.” 

The tip glistens under the light; the whole of him preens under Carlos’ gaze. It makes him forget there are people behind that door, waiting for him. An undisturbed 5 minutes is pushing it. 

They’ve done this with less. 

So, Oscar lets him. 

Carlos said please, after all. 

[griefabyss69]

Half Light

Written for @st-loveconfessions Acts of Kindness Month day 2: Ficlets inspired by Fanart! @spicyglitterfang's pin-up of Steve is one of my favorite things anyone has ever made in this fandom, so I wanted to write something for it! I hope you all enjoy it <3

Steddie | Rated: M | 2K | No CWs apply | Tags: Nude Modeling, Garfield - Freeform, Art Shows, Photographer Robin Buckley, Post-Canon, University, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together, Flirting, Eddie Munson's Garfield mug

[ AO3 ] Summary

Robin is a photography student and Steve is a good friend. Eddie's a good friend too, for lending them something to help make Robin's vision real, and not sweating it when that something touches parts of Steve's body that... well.

He's a good friend.

Excerpt

“It’s not just about the subversion, Steve,” Robin declares as she does inscrutable things to her camera. “It’s also a love letter.”

“A love letter,” he repeats flatly. There’s cold tile under his bare ass and the window at his back isn’t any better. “You don’t love men, though.”

Robin peers through the camera and then stands up, coming over to mess with his hair. He’s glad they’re pretty used to each other, or having her this close while he’s naked would be... weird. It’s not like he’s excited, or worried about that, even if he’s trying not to think about the exhibitionist thrill he’s getting out of... well. Getting his picture taken like this. Modeling.

“Not that kind of love,” she mutters, distracted as she turns his head. “There. Don’t move, the light looks perfect.”

He’s not sure what makes the light more perfect with his head turned an inch further the right than it was, but he lets her do her thing. At least the Garfield mug covering his dick has warmed up to his body heat.

“Okay, now hold up the teapot like you’re offering to fill a cup,” Robin says, back behind the camera.

Steve gives her a warm smile—not even fake, not really—and holds the Garfield teapot up.

It’s a funny thing, kitschy. Eddie was reluctant to let them borrow it, and when he sees what they did to his mug Steve’s pretty sure he’s not going to forgive them, but... he’ll buy him a new one if he has to. Robin says it’ll be fine, that Eddie’s queer enough to appreciate sacrificing for art, or something. Steve secretly thinks she’s implying he’d like drinking out of a mug that had a dick in it.

“Great, okay, give your arm a break,” Robin says. “I don’t know if I got it. You look like you’re going to laugh.”

“Should I be more serious?” Steve asks, twisting his mouth around until he gets the smile out, letting it melt from his face.

“Yeah, let’s try that.”

[iwriteasfotini]

I've never read a Marauders fic where this didn't happen. But most fics begin in fifth year and there is never a backstory to how this arrangement developed. So when do YOU think they started cuddling all night? *Edit: Platonic cuddling, not sex. Just FYI :) Also, doesn't have to be every night, but more than once in the entire school year.

Spoiler for my series: I HAD to show this dynamic developing over many years.

First year: Sirius starts being Remus' full moon comfort person almost immediately, but they only actually fall asleep in the same bed one time during the year.

Second year: they sleep in the same bed around full moons. Remus needs the physical contact to calm him.

Third year: their sleepovers are ticking up. James in well aware there is more going on than meets the eye. But Sirius and Remus are in denial... for the most part.

I won't say anymore. Third year is posting in TWO WEEKS!!! James POV. So much subtextual Wolfstar tension and angst. <3 <3 <3

Check out my pinned post or my series on Ao3!

[vierona]

— -             ༒︎..             [𝕿]he events that shall unfold hereafter are,       in the greater measure of things,       𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾;         or so it hath been revealed by tales aged with centuries,       and the whispered hymns of lullabies sung in the still of night to banish 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗹 creatures of dread.         𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦,       I do now revive these ancient chronicles,       from the lips of thine most 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘆 chronicler,       𝕸aria,       the second 𝕭ride.

[𝕾]ince my arrival,       I have been in near constant company with the Countess.         I may venture to declare that she is,       if not more so,       every bit as commanding as the 𝕮ount himself.         She personifies reverence,       moving with such effortless grace through these endless halls of gilded splendor,       that I oft find myself pondering how many years,       centuries—she dwelt within these hallowed walls.

𝟏𝟔𝟎𝟎?         Date unknown.         All the days do now seem to meld and entwine,       as though each indistinguishable from the last.         𝟐:𝟒𝟓 𝖆.𝖒.

[𝕸]y curiosity overcomes me,       and I peruse the learned tomes upon the Countess' life before this dreaded curse afflicted her.         There are several books in the Countess' library,        each one bearing the faintest trace of vanilla and sandalwood,       the very scent of the Countess herself.         And upon laying my hands on these cherished sagas,       a strange and soothing comfort fills my wretched soul,       though damned it may be;         a sense of familiarity,       as if a forgotten memory stirs within the depths.

[𝕾]he was Aeliana ferch Owain Glyndŵr,       born into splendor and might in the year of 1395.         The Countess,       undeniably,       sprang from noble stock.         Her sire was Owain Glyndŵr,       a warrior of renown,       a commander of armies,       and the last native-born Welshman to claim the title Prince of Wales.         In the years that followed,       the daughter of the Baron—later risen to the stature of Prince—did blossom like a flower kissed by the sun.         Titled as Princess,       and the most cherished youngest of her father’s eleven offspring,       she was graced with the finest education,       adored,       pampered,       and prepared for a union befitting her exalted rank.         She was,       in truth,       happy,       in the purest and most untainted sense of the word.

[𝕳]appiness,       too,       did come in the form of a most fortuitous arrangement.         I’ve discovered a series of tender missives,       penned by the Count and directed to the princess.         Excerpts include:         “My angel,       my very self,       my Aeliana,       the fairest of all,       my heart belongs to you,       My immortal beloved….”         No year of engagement is recorded,       nor any mark to reveal when first the Count’s eyes beheld the princess in her radiant form.         She writes back to him.         Excerpts include:         “You who fill my days with unspoken joy,       and my nights with passions deep and unmeasured,       I count each fleeting hour until I am once more held in thy embrace.”

[𝕿]rue turmoil in the princess’ picturesque life began in the year of 1408.         The English marched north to Harlech Castle,       amidst the bitter cold of winter,       did surrender in the year 1409.         Thus,       the house of Glyndŵr fell.         The prince’s wife and his children were taken captive,       and imprisoned within the grim Tower of London.         There,       in the year 1413,       they were all destined to perish,       and their bodies lay interred at St. Swithin,       near London Stone.         The princess,       at this time,       was but 18 summers old.         The accounts of this tale do differ most greatly in their telling.         Aeliana’s grave is empty;         her fate shrouded in mystery,       lost to the annals of time.

[𝕴] now turn toward the most plausible conclusion wrought from my investigations.         Legend does speak of the death of Aeliana ferch Owain Glyndŵr,       yet remain silent upon the tale of the birth and damnation of the Countess Verona.         In her deathbed,       the 𝕮ount comes like a shadow in the dead of the night,       the very darkness seeming to cling to him.         Ere her final breath,       he makes unto her a most compelling offer,       one that binds them both to eternal wedded bliss.         A vow was sworn,       a marriage sealed.         His lips lightly brush against the supple of her neck,       and crimson rivulets follow in their wake.         And she,       risen anew,       was no longer the maiden bound to death's cold embrace,       but a woman damned.         He tenderly calls her his “Fair Verona”,       his immortal beloved.         And together,       hand in hand,       they journey to the Carpathian mountains,       to a castle in decay—haunted and loveless.         Soon enough,       his promises wither like the petals of a rose,       and he did beget concubines,       and later,       a second wife.

[𝕿]he Countess Verona has come to know my investigations,       and to my astonishment,       instead of wrath,       she has taken me under her wing.         Together,       we endure this ceaseless nightmare.         And in her tender embrace,       I found a warmth long forgotten,       one that had not graced my soul in centuries.

[molinaskies]

Lanolin: Designed to be Dislikable.

Hi friends. I’ve had a number of people in my digital face over the last few months trying to “show me the light of Lanolin,” but I’ve kept these interactions private because there’s no need to put them on blast. Of course, they're mostly respectful and I’m often reminded that I have a right to my opinion, but there is always an undercurrent that I might have just missed this one small tidbit that could blow the case wide open because how could I possibly not like her? How could I not understand her character and be empathetic to her plight?

But I’ve watched the videos. I’ve read the think pieces. I’ve seen it all. But my opinion hasn’t changed and that does not mean I’m wrong… nor does it mean I’m right! We have two different opinions that should be allowed to co-exist.

I’m being a touch cross here, I recognize. Please forgive me for that, this once. But frankly, I am frustrated—not because people like Lanolin, but because many seem incredulous to the fact that I dislike her. And I can only assume that means I simply have not made myself clear.

Consider this my final take on Lanolin the Sheep until there is some significant development for this character.

I am allowed to dislike Lanolin because she is a fictional character whom I’ve done the research on and have come to that conclusion. Done. That’s all she wrote. Go home.

That aside entirely for the sake of argument, I am allowed to dislike Lanolin because she is supposed to be unlikeable as per her role in this story. I dislike Lanolin because I dislike assholes, but I also like Lanolin because she is doing her job very fucking well! lol

Lanolin is not supposed to be in the right. She is a character who is making major mistakes due to her lack of experience combined with her arrogant dismissal of others, and she will eventually be punished by Mimic’s betrayal to teach the audience some sort of lesson. If half of this comic’s runtime has been about punishing Sonic—the titular character—for his mistakes, then Lanolin can get punished once. I would bet real world money that this will happen.

So many characters are sus of Duo by now and have tried to do something about it but Lanolin gets in the way because she can’t listen to reason. The only reason Silver and Whisper “go rogue” is because Lanolin wouldn’t listen to reason—and her response was still disproportionate because when Whisper tried again to explain herself, Lanolin made her hit the deck.

Lanolin is Sonic with some pieces missing. We know this because Lanolin directly cites Sonic as her inspiration for getting involved in the restoration. However, Lanolin looks at Sonic, sees his behaviour, and emulates it without any understanding or regard for how he has earned the right to do what he does. Sonic is insolent, not arrogant, because he only denies authority when it isn’t earned. Sonic is defiant, not self-righteous, because he believes there are multiple ways to solve a problem. Sonic is empathetic, not sympathetic, because he takes the time to learn and experience what it means to live on the other side. Lanolin has modelled herself off of Sonic because Sonic is a hero, but she’s missed the bigger picture of what that actually means.

Lanolin is cold, unkind, and unwilling to be wrong because she thinks she knows everything she needs to be in this game. That is inherently unlikable to some people and therefore justified.

But there’s more to this, isn’t there?

A huge defence of Lanolin as a character is that “she has baggage that makes her rough around the edges,” and you know what? Fair! You would not believe how empathetic I am to that, trust me. Imma get into it. But the reality of the case is that Lanolin is her own keeper, and if Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, Rouge, the Chaotix, Tangle, Whisper, Silver, Blaze, Jewel, Belle, and many others can carry their baggage around and still treat others with respect and without verbal and physical abuse, then there’s no excuse. Yes, it takes time to get there, and the whole point of Lanolin as a character is that she hasn’t learned the “everyone is useful just the way they are” and “a leader is nothing without her team” lessons, yet.

But allowing Lanolin to lash out at the world only to let her hide behind her trauma is a deeply reductive portrayal of trauma survivors that I find aggressively problematic. Further, it is a failure to Lanolin as a character because, again, that is not the fucking point of her.

This is the one time I will ever ask anyone here to just “take my word” for something. I’m not comfortable airing out too much of my personal issues on the internet. But below is what I can share.

I come from a very, very broken home that instilled a lot of unproductive defence mechanisms within me. In short, I used to be very mean because I was neglected, and acting out against my peers and showing off my skills gave me attention.

The big ticket, though, is I thought I was good. I thought I was Great. Awesome. Outstanding. AMAZING. I was a natural-born leader with a drive for justice who was good at a couple things. I thought I was doing everything right because teachers liked me and I was getting opportunities. What I never saw—never could have possibly seen until it was spit right in my face—was how I was treating everyone around me as beneath me because I thought I had it in the bag.

It wasn’t until I learned about a very public smear campaign against me that I got a wake up call. When I saw what people were saying, it shattered my entire paradigm not because of just how heinous it was, but because of how much of it was true—and that broke my heart. All I have ever wanted to do was help people. Fight for people. Protect people. Elevate people. Support people. For me to learn I was doing the exact opposite of what I set out to do absolutely destroyed me.

After that, I immediately switched up my game. I pulled out all the stops and really focused on being kinder, empathetic, and encouraging. I started to become more self-aware and mindful of how my emotions and behaviour impacted others, but it still took years to even start to comprehend that I was traumatized, let alone the ways my trauma impacted my relationships and behaviour.

I used to be Lanolin. I was a mean girl getting progressively meaner from ages 11-17, and I am still in active recovery. I still make mistakes. I still fall from grace occasionally, but I am working on it. I’m almost 24 now.

Remember when this used to be about a cartoon sheep? Back on track LOL.

I promise you that while Lanolin has some moments of clarity, she is not largely aware of what she’s doing. She’s not evil. She is not unworthy of love. She just needs time for the story to let her learn.

I am not saying Lanolin does not deserve a redemption. What I am saying is that down her current path and with her current behaviour, she has not yet earned one. And here’s the thing: even though what I’m about to say probably will not happen because this is a kids comic directed at 12 year olds, just because Lanolin might eventually get her punishment, see the light, and apologize for her wrongs while acting on solutions, no one she hurt owes her forgiveness. Whisper can still tell her to fuck off. Silver can send her to outer space, Sonic 06-style. Tangle can yeet her back to kingdom-wherever the fuck she-come from (hush, I know it’s Riverside). 

Why? Because the reality is that even if you are a changed person and have learned and grown from your past discretions, you still hurt people. Even if they do forgive you, they may never trust, and they will never forget. That is the reality I and many others like me live in daily, and to be frank: I think it’s entirely fair. I made mistakes, and I gotta pay the consequences. I deserve grace and patience, but that can only go so far. The people around me are human the exact same way I am.

I personally believe that I have never misunderstood Lanolin as a character. She’s snarky and inexperienced and abrasive entirely by design. She is meant to showcase the “wrong” ways to be a hero and will be corrected. But just because she is a rough-and-tumble person who had a bad day at work does not mean she can come home and treat the world as her personal shitter. No one has that right.

And if you disagree with me, good! Welcome to MolinaSkies.

[tenwhiteandalusians]

so no one was going to tell me if i got literally one episode further tenax drops that he’s the one who saved scorpus from his mom’s pimp AND that he’s intimately familiar with scorpus’ dick when he was younger. guys. guys.

[fighting-these-demons]

Hello Internet Stranger looking up G Gundam on Tumblr dot com!

This is an idea for a Horror Alternate Universe involving Queer Non-Canon Relationships between the characters of the series.

It is based on the idea in the post that is linked above.

If you are not looking for this content please scroll on.

If you ARE looking for this content - and you're ok with reading my and other's Headcanons for this Alternate Universe I've haphazardly spun up -

Then go ahead and feel free to:

Check The Tags Of This Post For The Pairings

and click the Read More below!

The quality of what lies under the cut is likely mediocre and may or may not actually be shorter in length than this warning.

@amplexadversary

unfortunately my creative juices are running on empty after spinning 3 different au ideas in my head this morning/afternoon but I'll probably think on it more later.

I know the entire shuffle alliance is involved and it involves DG cells and I want Argo to be protecting Natasha and Domon from whatever or whomever is coming after them (possible Came Back Wrong Kyoji? Oof)

But I haven't had much more than a flash of them in a locked room and Argo guarding the door while Natasha is trying to come up with a solution to their predicament and Domon is pacing and clenching his fists

[sochilll]

what if I started writing fanfic again. what then.

[transimailisa]

“I can’t be angry with you…” Princess Alisa spoke before bending down to give a big kiss on Princess Anilaphat's clear cheeks. “However, you should never speak of renouncing your royal status again.”

“...”

“Can you promise me?” Princess Anilaphat only gave Mother a wry smile but didn’t say anything in response. “Hearing that, I almost suffocated to death.”

“...”

“You’re my heart and your father’s heart, don’t you know?”

“Whatever father and mother wish from me, no matter how hard it is, I’m willing to do it.” Princess Anilaphat moved her body away from the embrace to make eye contact with her mother easily. “Having to leave the country to study alone since I was a little kid and barely knew a thing, l did it. When I returned, mother didn’t want me to practice the profession I studied; fearing that I would be in dire straits, I continued my studies to become a teacher like father and mother intended me to be.”

“...”

“Why is the only thing I asked for… mother couldn't give me in return?"

“…”

“So, what is the point of having such a high rank if I cannot grab what I desire?”

“Anil… what you desire is inappropriate for you.”

“How inappropriate is that? Is it so easy to meet the person I love, Mother?”

-

i have been personally loving the work on adaptation the loyal pin has done on the show. the show is extremely loyal (lmao) to its source and all the changes provided do feel in line with the orignal work which is why i cant wait to see the last few episodes.

that being said there is a few changes that sometimes collapse in itself if you havent read the book (prince anan mentioning a past forbidden love or once again prince anan already knowing about anin and pins situation and when he has to confront anin about it in front of their mother and aunt patt) which all could be discussed about how you adapt a book. but i personally want to bring up something that is as trivial as one line in the book but to me !! it is a little nuance that feels too bad to be left out.

anin wanted to find a job in architecture upon returning to thailand but her parents (especially mother) didn’t let her.

the show and books make a beautiful cases to demonstrate how misogyny, class and homophobia are all deeply connected as being the great obstacle for anin and pin, together and both separately, each navigating a cage that is held above them even by their closest relatives.

and so comes the question of independence. financial independence. financial independence is truly one of the biggest shackles to be taken down when mentioning Anything related to self determination. because seeing anin more than willing to drop what gives her the most security in life for pin who knows what that non security implies, means that you must have at least what you must to be self sufficient.

anin wishing for this before the whole mess of pin’s engagement both shows how she already wanted to be independent as early as possible and that her parents, despite specifically sending her abroad for ‘more honorable studies’ and such do see anin getting a job in architecture as a Lesser way to live. because she would not be a comfortable as her current situation and inflict again their wishes on her on which job she should aim for while still remaining tied to them.

this detail is trivial and just one more line in the whole theme of the book of how misogyny ties women down to their position theyre supposed to fulfil, and have other women keep you in check of that. but it also comes with the whole realisation for anin of how despite the looks and support and liberties her class allows her to get, her gender will ultimately always be what societal expectations throws her back into. and that wish of financial independence prior to pin’s engagement shows that she was well aware of that, or at the very least in part, and was once again trying to sneak out of this hold.

[declanscunt]

kenstewy fic recs?

oh god… so many… first of all anything and everything by ao3 authors leoandsnake (especially tsd i & tsd ii) and stewyonmolly (im particularly fond of lesbian kenstewy & their senses series)

MORE RECS UNDER CUT!!!

coefficient of variation by trill_gutterbug

summary:

"No, it's not—I just want to. It's not like, a thing, you know?"

"You want to lie here slobbering on my limp dick while I read forty-seven thrilling pages of Macroprudential Policy Regulation, but it's 'not a thing.'"

Kendall's face, already hot, pulsed feverish with a livid mix of embarrassment and arousal. He shut his eyes. "Something like that, yeah."

Telemachus’ Detachment by magnoliabud

summary:

There’s one thing Logan hasn’t used against Kendall yet: his relationship with Stewy. Kendall decides to jump in front of it.

Or: thirty years of something.

Set from the middle of Series 3, after the shareholder’s meeting.

tenderness of heart by strangeluvz

summary:

Stewy,

My assistant said that you told her if I wasn’t using my phone “to at least send a fucking letter or some shit” and I don’t know whether you were joking or whatever but here. You know that being online is bad shit for me man. So here’s this: I’m OK. Is that good enough? Do you need a stool sample or something too? Vial of my blood? Let me know

Kendall Roy

*

Kendall goes offline. Stewy sends him letters.

we’ll meet in even greater darkness later by moonrocks

summary:

Kendall isn’t exactly sure what Stewy’s doing here, if this is a booty call for old times’ sake or there’s something else they need to discuss. Maybe Stewy’s just doing him another solid. Since his dad died, it’s been hard to be stagnant in his apartment all alone. Between the studio in LA and the corporate retreat in Norway, Kendall has actively avoided it, but the election is coming up, and there’s nowhere to run now. He’s in the bullpen and the beast is rearing its ugly head.

(Set sometime between 4x04 and 4x08).

some little language by strangeluvz

summary:

Stewy says, “Dude, sometimes. I think I, like, love you so much, it physically hurts.”

Kendall replies, without thinking, “What the fuck.”

*

Post-canon: Kendall goes to Stewy. Stewy’s arms are always open.

Make Good by Springandastorm

summary:

"I don't think…" Kendall trails off. His shoulders hang heavy.

"You don't think, or you do?" Stewy asks, the usual smooth scale of his voice a little softer, like he's talking Kendall off a ledge somewhere.

"I think I'm pretty fucking hollow."

"Yeah. My voice echoes when I talk to you." Stewy agrees, leaning a little closer and knocking his shoulder into his. "That's okay."

a current under sea / picked his bones in whispers by ingwertee

summary:

God, he’s been picking up the pieces for a mopey, strung out, kicked puppy version of Kendall for over a year now. Kendall’s sudden surge of confidence, however unjustified, turns him on, reminds him of the Kendall he had started to think only existed in his daydreams.

a little of the collapsing space by ohtempora

summary:

“I’m not gonna say you should have told me,” Stewy says. “You absolutely should not have told me fucking anything."

what did you tell me, mary by harukatenoh

summary:

In which Kendall and Stewy attempt to answer: what have you got in your fucking hand?

i figure you with love by alaczije

summary:

Stewy manages to do a decent job of forgetting about Kendall, and him-and-Kendall, and all the neuroses contained therein, until the pap photos leak.

Luxe / Redux by orestesfasting

summary:

He’s not sure what he’s more angry about, is the thing. The betrayal or the subsequent lie.

Or—maybe that’s not quite true. He knows which one he’s more angry about, and he knows that rationally it should be the other one. But needless to say, if Kendall had told him the truth about why he did what he did, Stewy wouldn’t be heading to his place uninvited at 11PM on a Saturday night, brimming with righteous fury like the proverbial woman scorned.

[laseratingfist]

okay now elaborate on your luka aus pls pls pls

I HAVE A COUPLE....

Silvermane AU.... where Luka's life circumstances are a bit different and his dad sends him to the Overworld before the separation order (by coincidence mostly) so Luka can go to school and he joins the Silvermanes. he gains a crush on Captain Gepard because who wouldn't?!?! he loses his arm defending his Captain in a particularly bad Fragmentum fight.

Elation Puppet/sampoluka roleswap.... mainly it started as a roleswap and then i got enthralled by the idea of Luka as a "god's discarded puppet" (i was a Scaramouche/Wanderer fan in Genshin, so, i feel this is at least a little self explanatory?) Sampo is Aha (or an aspect of) and builds Luka to cheer Themself up. it ultimately doesn't work and in a fit of anger, They throw the puppet across the cosmos. Luka lands on Jarilo-VI and the impact damages his body and memory. later, Sampo arrives and becomes the sketchiest boxer the Underworld has ever seen. (i haven't written any farther past this point....)

and finally, "Little Brother Luka" .... sort of building off of the Funny Bone MV, when Sampo is younger he finds/is cared for a young Luka. Luka runs away with him and joins the Tavern, and they make their living doing odd and difficult jobs. Luka loses his arm still, defending Sampo in a Fragmentum fight. (it's just in Luka's nature to lose his arm, y'know??)

[mooseonahunt]

What if 😳 I wrote ✍🏼 a Serennedy oneshot where Luis found a little girl while in Valdelobos and took her in as his own daughter and when they escape Spain Luis and Leon basically raise her together but also Luis and Leon don’t get together until like halfway through the oneshot 👉🏼👈🏼 and then we kissed. Haha just kidding… unless 👀

[lamuradex]

WOOT! I've made a banner for the story I'll be writing for @novella-november

I had a lot of fun making it, mouse and keyboard in a photoshop-esque program. I'm not saying it's brilliant, but its pretty good considering my skills with these things.

And it's a story I've been wanting to write for a while, Ninth Realm. (Was it wrong to write it as a number 9 on the banner and Ninth everywhere else?)

It was a toss up earlier in the year if I was going to do this or Madman and the Princess for 40K in 42 Days. And now I'm finally going to be getting to it.

I put down word one tomorrow, and I'm just going to write as much as possible over November. Wish me luck!

[rosalind-hawkins]

What Do I Ship?

Don't mistake this for a tolerance or tier list. I will read and write ships that aren't even on this list, or write ships from the secondary list sometimes, this is just to give you a general sense of the stuff I mainly support/think about and in what capacity. Might be updated periodically. Ranting and comments in the tags.

Re: the Mokuba ships, I only ship them in non-problematic ways, where either the Kaiba brothers are ageswapped, making Mokuba the same age as the rest of the main cast, or where they only get together far post-canon where Mokuba's an adult. We cool? Cool.

Primary Ships

(things I can/want to create content for; this does not include every ship I've ever written, just the ones I care about/are currently engaged in writing/plan to write multiple fics for, or ships I just stan in a way that I know it'll never end)

Euroshipping (Kaiba x Ryou)

Puppyshipping (Joey x Kaiba)

Mumbleshipping (Kaiba x Ryou x Duke)

Teaseshipping (Joey x Ryou x Kaiba)

Snareshipping (Joey x Duke)

Trustshipping (Kaiba x Ishizu)

Polarshipping (Joey x Mai)

Blueshipping (Kisara x Kaiba)

Mizushipping (Kisara x Priest Seto)

Minorshipping (Ryou x Duke)

Mastershipping (Duke x Kaiba)

Puffshipping (Joey x Ryou)

Sweetshipping (Ryou x Mokuba)

Wintershipping (Mokuba x Amane)

Rollshipping (Duke x Ryou x Joey)

Secondary Ships

(things I will read but I don't write {much, or anymore, in some cases} for one reason or other)

Wishshipping (Joey x Yugi)

Powershipping (Kaiba x Marik)

Graceshipping (Ishizu x Ryou)

Doubtshipping (Kaiba x Ryou x Marik)

Petshipping (Duke x Kaiba x Joey)

Axisshipping (Kaiba x Siegfried)

Angstshipping (Ryou x Marik)

Irateshipping (Marik x Joey)

Buddyshipping (Joey x Tristan)

Heartshipping (Yugi x Ryou)

Fragileshipping (Yami Yugi x Ryou)

Changeshipping (Duke x Marik)

Logicshipping (Priest Seto x Priestess Isis)

Gemshipping (Ryou x Thief King Bakura)

Thiefshipping (Yami Bakura x Marik)

Candleshipping (Kaiba x Ryou x Yami Bakura)

Antagoshipping (Kaiba x Yami Bakura)

Corruptshipping (Priest Seto x Thief King Bakura)

Stoicshipping (Kaiba x Priest Seto)

Shimmershipping (Duke x Mokuba)

Guardshipping (Kaiba x Roland)

Senetshipping (Ishizu x Duke)

Angelicshipping (Ryou x Rafael)

Mercuryshipping (Kisara x Kaiba x Ishizu)

Entrepreneurshipping (Duke x Kaiba x Siegfried)

Unnamed (Aigami x Marik x Yami Bakura)

Scholarshipping (Kaiba x Ishizu x Ryou)

There's also plenty of random unnamed poly ships that I want to play around with in one-shots, usually a combo of my top six fave characters.

[molinaskies]

Just wanted to say, I love you’re analysis post, there so peak🔥🔥🔥🔥, also you’re fic is peak 🔥🔥🔥

Awhh, thank you so much!! I’m so glad you enjoyed them :)

I started this blog almost 3 years ago because I didn’t have anyone to listen to my ideas. Now there are so many of you in this little journey with me, so thank you so much for being here! ♥️

[homosexual-fast-dancer]

Hiiiii my name is Floyd! I have many f/os but I don't really have a have an f/o list

I'm not too active but I try to be friendly and helpful if I can!

Rn I'm on the first season of Red_Vs_Blue and I f/o most of the male characters but especially Cab.oose, my special boy :3

I do not support Rooster_Teeth and their business/practices

Follow me and get a fing silly boy mutual

(also follow my partner @/selfsheep)