#I remember they have a ship name but I don’t remember it

[tragic-ships-tournament]

Tragic Ships Tournament Round 3

Propaganda under the cut!

Janice and Melina:

No propaganda submitted :(

Holloweane:

"ahem. she’s an immortal witch obsessed with the 80s. he’s a social worker, the kindest man alive. can i make it any more obvious? every time they see each other they go “hiya duke!” “heya, darlin!” and if that isn’t adorable then i don’t know WHAT is. duke has a cat named holly, and he says things to her that he wishes he could say to miss holloway. every time she’s brought up, duke has the biggest heart eyes. when he’s watching miss holloway do magic, he has the biggest heart eyes. he’ll follow her into voids he doesn’t even understand, just so she won’t have to go alone. she’s so devoted to him that she can’t keep herself away. after dying and starting anew with a fresh persona, she immediately popped back up in his life because she just can’t help herself. every time duke asks her about her past, she explains it all, even though she knows he won’t remember. she explains it anyway, because maybe, MAYBE this time she’ll get a miracle. she explains it anyway because she loves him. they’re so CUTE and IN LOVE and TRAGIC"

[sherbet-demo]

Here’s another idea on why you’d also hate the straight Blossom situation:

EACH SITUATION SHE WAS PAIRED UP WITH A GUY YOU MENTIONED HAS HER CHARACTER BEING THIS “cute girl-who’s-the-nerdy-damsel-in-distress”

LIKE FUCK YOU MEAN BLOSSOM HAD TO BE SAVED MULTIPLE TIMES DURING THE PPGD COMIC?? (Bleedman - PPGD)

FUCK YOU MEAN SHE GETS “Shy” OVER A LANKY ASS SELF INSERT NERD GUY??? (2016)

In my eyes, Blossom is bisexual (with more of a preference for girls) but what people fuck up in the “dating boys” area is that they keep going back to the the “omg I like this boy but im too scared to say something” or “omg I like this boy but I’m too scared to make the first move”

They downplay and remove all the good qualities of Blossom the minute she gets a man because of the misogynistic ideals of shipping, because the fans think “awh Blossom being the damsel/girly girl sweetheart in the ship is so cute!”

Like no—ITS NOT CUTE AND YALL HAVE TO EXCEPT YOU FUCKED UP HER CHARACTER ENOUGH TO HAVE PEOPLE HATE STRAIGHT BLOSSOM.

Only person I remembered that did a straight Blossom ship RIGHT was an artist by the name of CrossoverGoddess, and it was fucking with Jack Spicer too!

(All art by Crossover-Goddess)

Funniest part is that I actually LOVED this ship as a kid. Not cause it was just funny, but also cause they had Blossom’s character AND her sisters’ character’s RIGHT.

I disliked the rest of the ships, because they didn’t do Blossom justice in the relationship. She was fully set on her goals, headstrong, and KNEW WHAT SHE WANTED IN THE END. Even in the relationship, once her and Jack got together, she’s still that headstrong devoted leader girl we all knew and loved well.

If I’m having a straight ship with Blossom, it is STRICTLY “malewife x girlboss”, because THATS HER CHARACTER.

She’s still the GIRLBOSS WE ALL KNOW AND LOVE EVEN WHEN SHE IS IN LOVE 👏👏👏

All in all, this is probably another reason why so many people want lesbian Blossom, because we DON’T WANT HER CHARACTER SNUFFED OUT in straight ships anymore. WE WANT THE REAL BLOSSOM.

Okay but still though, why is it always Blossom that gets a boyfriend that's only introduced to be so in newer PPG stuff? Jared, that one guy from the CW script, this new Han D. Some kiddo. I feel like there could be many more interesting ideas you could do for a PPG Valentines special tat involves the other girls. Like why not further explore the relationships between one of the girls and an already existing character? Why not explore Buttercup and Mitch's friendship more? (Buttercrush already was an episode that had Buttercup having a crush on someone.) Maybe have some more chemistry between Bubbles and Mike! (When the fuck was the last time they did anything with Mike? I think a Bubbles and Mike story would be a way cooler Valentines special now that I think about it, they had cute interactions in Imaginary Fiend.) But no, it's always Blossom that gets involved in these love stories with guys that were introduced just to be her crush/love interest, even in fan made stuff! in PPG 2016, Blossom has a crush on Jared, in PPGD, Blossom is in a relationship with Dexter, in the CW script, Blossom has a boyfriend that is... there. It's always Blossom! The other girls (ironically) don't get as much love in that regard, they always play the third wheel! I mean you could argue that Blossom fawning over a boy while Bubbles and Buttercup are homies and don't need no man is a good contrast, but personally I'm a single lesbian Blossom watching as her sisters get into relationships truther because I'm awesome and different so

Actually since I mentioned Mike, they don't just have to do a Bubbles and Mike story they should just do LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE WITH HIM LIKE HE JUST APPEARED IN ONE EPISODE LIKE ROBIN PLEASE DO SOMETHING WITH THE LAD- y'know what fuck it this is a Mike Believe appreciation post now idgaf subscribe for more Mike Believe content

[sassenach77yle]

Outlander 7x16 "A Hundred Thousand Angels"

I COULDN’T GO to sleep. I’d given Fanny her tea, provided her with suitable cloths—not at all to my surprise, she already knew how to use them—and talked gently to her, careful not to raise any more of her personal ghosts. When Fanny had come to us, Jamie and I had agreed that we wouldn’t try to question her about any of the bits of memory she dropped aloud—like the bad men on the ship and what had happened to Spotty the dog—unless she seemed to want to talk about them. I thought she would, sooner or later. Bree and Roger had agreed as well, though I could see how curious Brianna was. Fanny had mentioned Jane now and then, offhandedly, but in a way designed—I thought—to keep a sense of her sister alive. Seeing her distress tonight, though … Jane was much closer to her than I’d thought. And now that I’d seen Jane’s face … I couldn’t forget it. Knowing only what I did know about the girls’ lives in the brothel in Philadelphia was upsetting; I really hadn’t wanted to find out how they’d come there. I still didn’t … but I couldn’t keep the worm of speculation at bay; it had burrowed into my brain and was squirming busily through my thoughts, killing sleep. Bad men on a ship. A dog thrown into the sea. A pet dog? A family—if Fanny and Jane had been with their parents on a ship that encountered pirates … or even a wicked captain, like Stephen Bonnet

… I felt the hairs rise on my forearms at thought of him, but with remembered anger, not fear. Someone like him could easily have taken a look at the two lovely young girls and decided that their parents could be dispensed with. Faith. Our mother, Fanny had said. I’d looked more than once at the miniature in the locket—but it was too small to show anything more than a young woman with dark hair, maybe naturally curly, maybe curled and dressed in the fashion of the times. No. It can’t be. I rolled over for the dozenth time, settling on my stomach and burying my face in the pillow, in hopes of losing myself in the scent of clean linen and goose down. “It can’t be what, Sassenach?” Jamie’s voice spoke in my ear, sleepily resigned. “And if it can’t, can it not wait ’til dawn?” I rolled onto my side in a rustle of bedding, facing him. “I’m sorry,” I said, and touched him apologetically. His hand took mine automatically, warm and firm.

“I didn’t realize I’d said it out loud. I was … just thinking about Fanny’s locket.” Faith. “Ach,” he said, and stretched himself a little, groaning. “Ye mean the name. Faith?” “Well … yes. I mean—it can’t possibly … have anything to do with …” “It’s no an uncommon name, Sassenach.”

His thumb rubbed gently over my knuckles. “Of course ye’d … feel it. I did, too.” “Did you?” I said softly. I cleared my throat a little. “I—I don’t really do it anymore, but for a time, just—just every now and then—I’d think of her, of our Faith—out of nowhere. I’d imagine I could feel her near me.” “Imagine what she might look like—grown?” His voice was soft, too. “I did that, sometimes. In prison, mostly; too much time to think, in the nights. Alone.” I made a small sound and hitched closer, laying my head in the curve of his shoulder, and his arm came round me. We lay still, silent, listening to the night and the house around us. Full of our family—but with one small angel hovering in the calm sweet air, peaceful as rising smoke. “The locket,” I said at last. “It can’t possibly have anything whatever to do with—” “No, it can’t,” he said, a cautious note in his voice. “But what are ye thinking, Sassenach? Because ye’re no thinking what ye just said, and I ken that fine.” That was true, and a spasm of guilt at being found out tightened my body. “It can’t be,” I said, and swallowed. “It’s only …” My words died away and his hand rubbed between my shoulder blades.

“Well, ye’d best tell me, Sassenach,” he said. “Nay matter how foolish it is, neither one of us will sleep until ye do.” “Well … you know what Roger told me, about the doctor he met in the Highlands, and the blue light?” “I do. What—” “Roger asked me if I’d ever seen blue light like that—when I was healing people.” The hand on my back stilled. “Have ye?” He sounded guarded, though I didn’t know whether he was afraid of finding out something he didn’t want to know, or just finding out that I was losing my mind. “No,” I said. “Or not—well, no. But … I have seen it. Felt it. Twice. Just a flash, when Malva’s baby died.” Died in my hands, covered with his mother’s blood. “But when Faith was born, when I was so ill. I was dying—really dying, I felt it—and Master Raymond came.” “Ye told me that much,” he said. “Is there more?” “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “But this is what I thought happened.” And I told him, about seeing my bones glow blue through the flesh of my arms, the feeling of the light spreading through my body and the infection dying, leaving me limp, but whole and healing. “So … um … I know this is nothing but pure fantasy, the sort of thing you think in the middle of the night when you can’t sleep …” He made a low noise, indicating that I should stop apologizing and get on with it. So I took a deep breath and did, whispering the words into his chest. “Master Raymond was there. What if—if he found … Faith … and was able to … somehow bring her … back?” Dead silence. I swallowed and went on. “People … aren’t always dead, even though it looks like it. Look at old Mrs. Wilson! Every doctor knows—or has heard—about people who’ve been declared dead and wake up later in the morgue.” “Or in a coffin.” He sounded grim, and a shudder went over me. “Aye, I’ve heard stories like that. But—a wee babe and one born too soon—how—” “I don’t know how!” I burst out. “I said it’s complete fantasy, it can’t be true! But—but—” My throat thickened and my voice squeaked. “But ye wish it were?” His hand cupped the back of my head and his voice was quiet again. “Aye. But … if it was, mo chridhe, why would he not have told ye? Ye saw him again, no? After he’d healed ye, I mean.” “Yes.” I shuddered, momentarily feeling the King of France’s Star Chamber close around me, the smell of the King’s perfume, of dragon’s blood and wine in the air—and two men before me, awaiting my sentence of death.

“Yes, I know. But—when the Comte died, Raymond was banished, and they took him away. He couldn’t have told me then, and he might not have been able to come back before we left Paris.” It sounded insane, even to me. But I could—just—see it: Master Raymond, stealing out of L’Hôpital des Anges after leaving me, perhaps ducking aside to avoid notice, hiding in the place where the nuns had, perhaps, laid Faith on a shelf, wrapped in her swaddling clothes. He would have known her, as he’d known me … Everyone has a color about them, he said simply. All around them, like a cloud. Yours is blue, madonna. Like the Virgin’s cloak. Like my own. One of his. The thought came out of nowhere, and I stiffened. “Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.” What if—all right, I was insane, but too late for that to make a difference. “What if he—if I, we—what if Master Raymond is—was—somehow related to me?” Jamie said nothing, but I felt his hand move, under my hair. His middle finger folded down and the outer ones stood up straight, making the sign of the horns, against evil. “And what if he’s not?” he said dryly. He rolled me off him and turned toward me so we were face-to-face. The darkness was slowly fading and I could see his face, drawn with tiredness, touched with sorrow and tenderness, but still determined. “Even if everything ye’ve made yourself think was somehow true—and it’s not, Sassenach; ye ken it’s not—but if it were somehow true, it wouldna make any difference. The woman in Frances’s locket is dead now, and so is our Faith.” His words touched the raw place in my heart, and I nodded, tears welling. “I know,” I whispered. “I know, too,” he whispered, and held me while I wept.

24 Alarms by Night~GO TELL THE BEES THAT I AM GONE

[loverangels]

Can you do a Luke Castllan x Daughter of Apollo Reader where she convinces him to rejoin the gods/ Camp Side after sneaking into the Princess Andromeda? More fluffy stuff is always good for this side of Tumblr ☺️

the light you carry

pairings: luke castellan x daughter of apollo!reader

a/n: love this request hope you like it lovie!

The Princess Andromeda rocked gently with the waves, the ship’s eerie silence broken only by the faint creak of wood and distant footsteps from unseen creatures. Every step you took felt heavier, the cool air pricking your skin as you crept through the dim corridors. You weren’t afraid—not of the monsters or the ship’s looming shadows. The only thing that scared you now was the thought of losing Luke completely.

When you reached the door to the captain’s quarters, you hesitated, your fingers brushing the cold metal. You didn’t know what you’d find on the other side. Luke wasn’t the same boy who’d made campfires feel like home and turned even the dullest moments at Camp Half-Blood into memories you cherished. The Luke you remembered had been kind, brave, warm. The Luke who stood with Kronos was angry, closed-off, and drowning in his own pain.

But you still loved him.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open.

The room was quiet, save for the faint sound of waves crashing outside. The light of a lantern flickered on a cluttered desk, illuminating the figure hunched over it. Luke.

He looked so different now—his shoulders rigid, his once-bright golden hair a little duller, a shadow of exhaustion darkening his eyes. But despite everything, he was still Luke. And just seeing him again made your chest ache.

You stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind you. “Luke,” you whispered.

He froze, his pen dropping from his hand and clattering onto the desk. Slowly, he turned, his eyes wide as they locked on you. For a moment, he didn’t move, didn’t speak. He just stared at you, his expression unreadable.

“Am I dreaming?” he murmured, almost to himself. His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

You took a step closer, your heart pounding in your chest. “It’s me, Luke.”

He flinched like your words had struck him. “No,” he said, his voice wavering. He took a step back, shaking his head. “You can’t be here. You’re not… You’re not real.”

“I’m real,” you said softly, taking another step toward him. “I came to find you.”

His gaze flickered across your face, searching for something—proof, maybe, that this wasn’t some cruel trick. “Why?” he asked, his tone almost desperate. “Why would you do that? Why would you come here?”

You hesitated for a moment, your chest tightening. Then, closing the distance between you, you reached out and gently cupped his face in your hands.

The moment your fingers touched his skin, he froze. His breath hitched, his eyes wide with something like shock. He didn’t move, didn’t say anything. He just stared at you, his expression open and raw in a way that made your heart ache.

“It’s really you,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

You nodded, your thumbs brushing lightly over his cheeks. “It’s me.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. His hands hovered at his sides, like he wasn’t sure if he should touch you, if he was even allowed to. His lips parted slightly, but no words came out. He just looked at you, his blue eyes filled with so many emotions you couldn’t name them all.

Finally, you smiled, your voice soft and full of warmth. “You’re still my Luke, you know.”

That broke him. His breath shuddered, and he closed his eyes, leaning into your touch like it was the only thing keeping him together. “I don’t deserve you,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

You shook your head, leaning in just enough for your foreheads to touch. “Don’t say that. You don’t have to be perfect, Luke. You just have to come back with me.”

He opened his eyes, meeting your gaze. “You really think I can?” he asked, his voice fragile.

“I know you can,” you said firmly. “We’ll figure it out together. You don’t have to do this alone anymore.”

For a moment, the room was silent, the tension hanging in the air like a held breath. Then, slowly, his hands came up to rest on your wrists, his touch gentle and hesitant, like he was afraid you might disappear.

“Together?” he asked softly, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Together,” you promised.

And then, before either of you could think twice, he leaned in. His lips brushed against yours, hesitant at first, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to. But when you didn’t pull away, when you kissed him back just as softly, his hands moved to your waist, holding you close.

The kiss was slow and tender, full of unspoken words and quiet promises. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he smiled—a real, genuine smile.

“You’re too good for me,” he whispered, his voice teasing but full of affection.

“And you’re stuck with me,” you replied, a playful glint in your eyes.

He laughed softly, the sound warm and familiar, and pulled you into his arms. As you buried your face in his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, you knew that things wouldn’t be easy. But with Luke beside you, you felt the light in your heart burn a little brighter.

And maybe, just maybe, his light was starting to return, too.

[quibbs126]

Hi! Might know who this is after a post but could you do a kid for Red Velvet and Milk?

Yeah, sorry it took so long (I remember who this is), but here we are, with White Velvet Cookie

She was also done ages ago aside from her little sketch

So White Velvet here lives in the Dark Cacao Kingdom, specifically in the Milk Village (that's also where her parents live). She's part of the Cream Wolves, and maybe takes her job too seriously

She's kind of always on edge, not super trusting of strangers. The pose here is supposed to be her encountering someone on her patrol. She’s fine enough when she’s familiar with you, the Milk Villagers like her, but she’s a bit too uptight and doesn’t seem to have a concept of relaxation

There’s not too much I can remember about her other than this, sorry. On to design stuff

So her name was giving me a lot of trouble, because I wasn’t sure how to combine milk and red velvet cake. I think one of my first ideas was Tres Leches cake, but that name didn’t really fit with her parents. I tried many different things, but someone suggested white velvet cake, so I went with that. Reasoning? It’s a velvet cake, and it’s white in color like Milk

White velvet cake:

I remember one of the big difficult things about her being her colors. Mainly because white velvet is white and light yellow, but there’s no yellow in Milk or Red Velvet’s designs. And also straight yellow just didn’t look good on her. But I didn’t want her to be mostly white, because that’s just Milk’s color palette. The whole color thing is what made me shelve her for a while (though not as long as Dark Sapote)

I’d say by the final product though, the colors are fine enough

Her design’s more of a mix between Crunchy Chip’s and Milk’s, since she works in Crunchy Chip’s group and lives in Milk’s area

I knew I wanted to give her white eyes like Milk, but I didn’t want to put any sort of pupils in there like Red Velvet. I wanted to give her something that resembled Red Velvet, and someone suggested giving her different colored eyecing, which I eventually did, and I think it looks good

I’m also noticing now that the bag I had her hold isn’t drawn correct, as her hood is in front of it when it shouldn’t be, and now it’s bothering me

Overall I’d say she looks perfectly fine, she ain’t bad at all. Though overall with my recent fankids, I feel like I’m losing steam or I’m just not satisfied with them. White Velvet’s design isn’t bad, but I have next to nothing to say about her character, or much about any of the others for that matter. And I feel like only some of my recent designs are decent. White Velvet is in that latter category of decent design, but my current views are bringing my thoughts on her down in the process

Anyways yeah, that’s White Velvet Cookie. Hopefully you like her

[bisexualmultifandommess]

I find it so funny but also adorable that Malakai waited until Amerie was finished with her list to question why she’s dressed as a frog lmao

[konnyart]

The kiss of Judas (colorized)

I am dealing with the final very maturely and healthily, I swear. Believe me.

[luna-the-cretar]

Anyone remember the Frostbek series I was working on? Before it kinda stopped? Yeah, I’m still writing it, just very slowly lol. (Actually, at this rate, the next fic might not get posted until ouaw itself picks back up)

Anyway, out of all the fics I have planned for this series (and there’s a lot of ‘em), there’s only one I’m really excited for and know exactly how I’m gonna have it play out. Actually it’s technically 3 separate fics, but they’re connected with this plotline.

CW: Abusive relationship (it’s regarding The Other, so…yeah)

So Frost wakes up in the middle of the night, and all he can see is the glow from Torbek’s canisters, and his eyes. This is not abnormal—I imagine Torbek is more of a night owl like Frost is, but has to be up during the day bc responsibilities and traveling—what IS abnormal, however, is the bright pink hue to his boyfriend’s eyes. “Torbek” sees that Frosty is awake, and immediately crawls closer, smiling.

They have a conversation, that essentially boils down to The Other telling Frost that He’ll be taking over for a while, but to not be alarmed because He has grown rather fond of Frost, partially because of how much Torbek cares for the Tabaxi. The Other does threaten Frost, however, and tells him that if he’d like to keep his head on his shoulders, he wouldn’t tell the others about what’s going on. And that he knows if/when Frost is communicating with someone mentally (idk if The Other actually has mind powers, but shhh). So, Frost keeps quiet about this. For 2 months.

The Other isn’t physically harming Frost, other than a small cut on his cheek from the initial conversation. But the others (Gricko especially) notice how odd both Frost and “Torbek” are acting. Frost seems uncomfortable, if not outright scared, of “Torbek”, and is significantly quieter than he normally is. He won’t even talk to them mentally. And “Torbek” won’t leave Frost’s side. At all. Whereas beforehand, while Torbek was much more comfortable with Frost around, they both also had their own responsibilities on the reformed Carnival, and would spend much of the day apart.

Now, though? Wherever Frost is, “Torbek” is. The bugbear won’t even leave the poor man alone to use the bathroom. And he’s also INCREDIBLY jealous, glaring daggers at whoever decides to talk to Frost for any reason (if looks could kill, Gricko would be dead 10 times over)

Eventually, Gricko realizes that this isn’t Torbek, and must be The Other, and manages to pry Frost away from Him for a short while. He tells Frost there must be some way to bring Torbek back, and that he should try and use his psychic abilities, and see if that works. Frost agrees, and that night, he does so.

This leads to Frost learning just how deep Torbek’s affections go, and Torbek makes a deal with his Other, who agrees and lets Torbek take control again. Happily ever after. For the time being, anyway. ;)

[pechachaos]

wait they’re actually so cute this is so sweet this is giving me cavities

[crystalskyz]

PINESCONE!!!

to color or not to color…

[carpetbug]

woahh hophhaoh hooo wow. thinking about loveybug and adrien. her geeking out over her ‘celebrity crush’ when she runs into him. she would be just non stop flirting with him and adriens thinking ‘oh my god why does every ladybug holder have to be such a beautiful girl and i really REALLY want her to kiss me’ and trying to kind of hide the catwalker side of himself from her so he kind of returns the flirts a bit and she. loses it.

[awakefor48hours]

Chris: Harcourt said I’m pretty

Adebayo: really?

Chris: well she’s said I was “pretty annoying” but I’m choosing to focus on the positive

[yujiitadorigirlfriend]

I haven’t watched this anime in a hot minute but I remember this was my favorite ship

I always thought they are a pretty couple.

[mabsart]

[Final Fantasy VII]

Younger Vincent and Veld taking it easy after a long day of being Turks for Violent over on the FF7 Discord!

[dust-of-embers]

Re-reading vol 10 of Kamisama kiss is amazing… it’s so fucking fruity

Tomoe turning into Nanami to try seducing Jiro is amazing, truely taking advantage of the genderfluidity of kitsune, I love it

(Sorry about the image quality, it’s dark and I’m tired)

And then my favourite past ship in this fandom…

You can’t be a demon lord in Japan without being at least a tad fruity, the ridiculously strong bond with one person and one person only is very bisexual and autism…

(Sesshōmaru does this too)

[ceiling-karasu]

Squirrel and Hedgehog shipping polls

Geumsaegi, Juldarami, and General Commander Jogjebi