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Saw this post on Reddit and someone has reuploaded around 100 fics that were originally posted by a bunch of different authors on wraithbait. Apparently they had been cached before wraithbait went offline. So if you’ve never read them before, or there’s one you were missing, they’re here in doc form and here in epub.
#wraithbait#fanfiction#fanfic#Stargate#stargate atlantis#mcshep#mcbeck#various pairings#some gen#sga#rodney mckay#john sheppard#carson beckett
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Fishtober Master list
This year I'm going to be doing some micro fics. I couldn't decide on one challenge prompt lists so it's officially FISHTOBER. I'll be posting here and on Ao3.
I'll be linking them here all in one place!
Never - Hopper/Eddie - Spanking - Tumblr - Ao3
Gonna Keep you - Steve/Billy - car sex - Tumblr - Ao3
Give and Take (the hand that feeds you) - Mungrove - pet play, master/pup - Tumblr - Ao3
You are mine, I am yours - Steddie, omegaverse, alpha in rut, alpha Eddie, Omega Steve. - Tumblr - Ao3
Up to you - Steddie, touch starved, touch averse, pre-relationship - Tumblr - Ao3
Never Enough - Steddie - piss kink, human toilet, so much piss, check the tags - Tumblr - Ao3
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Uhhhh, crack ship prompt: CrozBrady
Brady rolls the bowl of his pipe back and forth in his cupped palm, watching Harry from across the Officers's Club and practicing his opening line in his head.
"For fuck's sake," Hambone says, digging his elbow into Brady's ribs. "Get on with it before Rosie and I get fucking married before you even ask Crosby out."
"You asked Rosie on a date two weeks ago. Don't act like you've been engaged for a year," Brady replies.
Hambone grins and glances towards the bar, where Rosie is getting them both a fresh round. "Yeah, well, he's a romantic. I'm a romantic. We could be married in the morning."
"Waiting two dates to suck his dick isn't romance, you ass," Brady replies. "It's just polite."
"Oh, I didn't wait two dates," Hambone says.
And that makes Brady laugh because Hambone's good at making him laugh. "You're sure he's not with Bubbles?" he asks. He's asked several times.
"I had Rosie ask," Hambone says. "Figure, he's the newest guy, he could get away with it. Harry did the same thing he's always done."
"Laughed?"
"Laughed."
Brady takes a slow, deep breath. He holds his pipe tightly by the bowl, then tucks it into the pocket of his jacket. "Okay," he says. "I'm going for it."
He stands up and cuts across the room, focused entirely on Harry, who's sitting with Buck and Bucky and looking greatly amused. Bubbles must be working if he's not there to take the final chair at the table, but Brady's glad for it. It makes this all easier. He doesn't have to pull over a chair or stand next to the table feeling awkward standing while everyone else is sitting. He drops into the fourth chair and throws an arm around the back of Harry's chair.
"Brady," Buck says as Bucky keeps talking to Harry.
"Buck," Brady replies, giving Buck a quick nod. He turns to Harry, who is still listening to Bucky. Brady sticks his arm out, then holds up one finger where Bucky can see it. "Bucky, shut up a second."
Bucky squawks, then goes silent. Brady thinks Buck has something to do with it, but he isn't looking away from Harry's profile. He looks so handsome in this light, nose and chin and hair surrounded by the glow from all the lamps.
"Harry," Brady says, and he has to pause and roll the feel of his name in his mouth. He's rarely said it out loud. And saying it to him. Well, that's nice.
"Hey, John," Harry says, turning his head and smiling at Brady. "Need something?"
Brady nods as his mouth goes dry. He wants his pipe in his hand so he has something to fidget with, but he doesn't want to move his arm from the back of Harry's chair, and he doesn't want to move his other hand from where it lays on the table. He takes a deep breath. "Go into town with me," he says. "Let's see a movie. Let's have a date."
Bucky barks a laugh and slaps the table, before Brady can tell him to shut the fuck up, Buck has him by the scruff of the neck and is leading him away.
"I TOLD YOU!" Bucky yells.
Brady watches Harry blush. "He told you?" he asks.
Harry glances at Brady, then looks away. He rubs his thumb on the edge of his martini glass. "Um. I've been trying to work up the nerve to ask you out."
Brady beams and leans in closer. He moves the arm he'd laid on the table and curls his fingers around Harry's glass. Not touching Harry's hand still touching the glass, but sharing the glass. "What stopped you?" he asks. "Because I've been worried you were in love with Bubbles or had found a pretty girl or were just too smart for me."
Harry meets Brady's eyes, looking shocked. "What?" he says. He sputters. "Brady!" He drops his hand from the rim of his glass and clutches Brady's hand on the table. "I couldn't find fucking England," he hisses. "How could I be too smart for you?"
Brady chuckles and takes a chance. He leans in and kisses Harry's cheek. He turns his wrist in Harry's hand and rearranges their hands so he can hold Harry's. "I considered being a navigator," he says. "The math was scary."
Harry laughs. "Okay," he says. "That's fair. It is scary."
"You didn't mention Bubbles or a girl," Brady says because he can't help himself.
Harry looks down at his hand in Brady's. "I presented a relevant response," he says. "Everything else you said is ridiculous with you in the mix."
Brady kisses Harry's cheek again. "So, dinner? Movie? A walk around the base? Sitting on a bench for an hour? I'm up for anything as long as you want."
Harry's eyes go hot and promising. Brady feels a shiver run through them. "Oh, I want," Harry says.
And Brady isn't ready for the kiss Harry lands on him. Confident and hard and sweet. But, oh, he definitely chases after Harry to get a second one.
CrosbyBrady (any)
Harry isn't sure how it happens, but it's very late, and he's just drinking directly from a pitcher of martinis at this point, and there's a big circle of them playing spin the bottle.
He's leaning against Bubbles, who's drinking straight from a bottle of whiskey. On Harry's other side is Ken, who's got a full six pack of beer scattered in his coverall pockets. He could fit more, but the rest of the space is holding Cokes for Rosie. Who isn't sober, for once, and sipping from Ken's flask when he's not sipping his soda. Bucky and Buck are next to them. Buck sober as a judge as always, Bucky definitely into his cups but not wild about it. He's watching the bottle in the middle of the circle with rapt attention. It's his spin.
It lands on Brady, and there's a holler as everyone drinks. It's one of the rules, though Harry doesn't know where it came from: Bucky and Brady will not be kissing, thank you, but everyone drinks if one of them lands on the other.
"It's your face," Hambone says to Brady. "It doesn't have character like mine. You're too pretty to kiss."
"No he's not," Harry says. No one hears him because Brady's currently threatening to give Hambone more gold teeth, and Douglass is threatening to stick him in the bomb drop if he tries. And now Blakely is speaking up from Brady's other side, promising he'll kick Douglass out of his fort without a chute if he tries. And everyone else is laughing, even Jack. Which tells Harry how hammered they all are, really. That Jack would join in at all.
"You okay, Harry?" Bubbles murmurs as Brady takes the bottle and sends it spinning. He's the only one who knows about Harry's crush. Well, the only one Harry's told. He's seen some looks from Hambone and Bucky that tell him they're suspicious, but no one's made him confess.
"No one heard me, right?" Harry asks, just to be sure. He knows they're all good and drunk–well, not Buck, but he never brings up the fact that he remembers literally every stupid thing they've done, bless him–but it takes more than drinking straight from the pitcher to quiet his brain.
"Nah, no one heard," Bubbles assures him, patting him on the back. He grins when the bottle lands on him. "Can I tag in Harry?" he asks.
"BUBBLES!" Harry shouts.
"Sure," Brady says. "Long as it's not Bucky."
"Fuck you, Brady."
"Cleven, control your dog," Brady replies.
"Hey, Meatball considers that offensive!' Demarco hollers. He's laid out on the runway next to Jack, head resting on Meatball's side. He's supposed to be judge for any spins that land between guys, but he's mostly been dozing.
"Meatball eats sheep shit," Brady says, which makes Bucky shout, "Yeah!" and everyone is laughing again, Harry included.
When he's done laughing, he realizes Brady as slipped across the circle and is nearly nose-to-nose with him. "You don't gotta–" Harry says.
Brady grins and presses his mouth to Harry's. He tastes like whiskey and his pipe tobacco, and when he quivers with a laugh, Harry is certain he's made an embarrassing sound. Brady pulls away and takes the pitcher from Harry's hand. He keeps eye contact as he takes a drink. "Not bad," he says.
"Uh-huh," Harry says dumbly. Did Brady. Was he. Was that a move?
Brady turns and grabs the empty bottle they're using. "Your turn," he says. He doesn't move away.
Harry feels bold and drunk and silly. Everyone around them is still talking and joking. Harry taps the lip of the bottle against Brady's chest. "You," he says.
Brady grins and takes the bottle, shoving it at Bubbles, then tumbling Harry flat on his back on the runway and kissing him hard.
"Finally!" Hambone yells.
"You owe me five bucks, Egan!" Jack shouts.
"Aw, fuck, I really thought they'd chicken out again," Bucky says.
Harry pulls away from Bardy's mouth to stare at Bucky. "All due respect, Sir. Fuck you."
Bucky laughs and tumbles against Buck, who catches him and noses his temple. "Aww, Buck, look at our little navigator, all grown up and kissing boys."
"Be nice," Buck says. He throws Harry a wink. "Some fellas aren't as easy as you."
"No one's as easy as Egan," Douglass says.
"I'm real good at it!" Bucky crows, and there's a round of cheering that Harry doesn't take part in because he and Brady are still kissing.
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In the morning, they're all hungover, save Buck. Even Jack looks like shit. Harry flops into a chair and stares at his coffee, willing himself to reach out and drink it.
Brady sits next to him, and for a moment, Harry is fearful he doesn't remember last night. Or, worse off, that he does but wants to pretend he doesn't.
"I would love to make out with you in front of Jack to ruin his day," Brady says. Jack flips him the bird from where he's nursing his coffee. "But my mouth tastes like I liked the hardstand."
Harry feels himself smile when Brady lets out a small groan and sags against him. He pats his cheek softly and finally manages to reach for his coffee. "That's okay," he says. "I can wait."
Late in the afternoon, standing by the runway and watching the clouds, Harry turns towards Brady and pulls him close. He kisses him like he thinks a first kiss should be: Soft and gentle and sweet. Brady returns it, then beams and pulls him into the taller grass, tumbles him to the ground like he'd done the night before and kisses him that way again.
Harry smiles into it and thinks it's even better sober.
#crozbrady#harry crosby#john brady#masters of the air#ficlet#various pairings#chick is not here because god no he does not need to see this shit#jack goes to his hut after they're done don't worry
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TF2 fic request:
Some/all the mercs' first pride event
AHHHH!!!
I love this!!!! thank you anon!
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The weather outside was perfect. The breeze was light and there was just enough cloud cover to make the sun's harsh rays gently caress all that stood within it. This was the time of year that the mercs got a one-week vacation all to themselves. Tired of the weather in New Mexico, the mercs decided to go to Nevada for the week. The ride there was long and "boring as hell" as Scout put it. They could have taken a private plane but Pyro seemed to like the idea of a road trip better than flying. At least that's what Pyro seemed to say when setting the interior of the plane on fire.
On their first day there, there seemed to be a commotion in the streets and a sense of happiness in the air. People walked by on the sidewalks in all manner of colorful clothing.
"Whoa! Look at that!" Scout's hands flared excitedly in the passenger side of the van.
There were rainbow decorations everywhere. A rainbow balloon archway down the street, colorful signs, and streamers littered the low-hanging branches of trees and the sidewalks. Heavy looked around at the colorful sights before him and flicked on his turning signal. After a while, he pulled into an empty parking space and gestured for everyone to get out of the vehicle. Pyro came barreling out of the van with lightning speed that seemed to rival Scout's. Excited mmmpphs and grunts came from the resident arsonist. Clapping his gloved hands with joy he grabbed Engineer and dragged him down the street toward the crowd of colorfully dressed people. With a shrug and a smile, he let Pyro drag him away while the others stood and watched them go.
"So What do ya reckon this is then?" Sniper looked around at all the colors, slightly distracted and out of his element with so many people he grabbed at his shoulder bag and held it in a tight grip.
"Well Lads, This here is a Pride Event!" Demo's eye glints with happiness.
"Jane and me convinced Heavy to drive the lot of us to Nevada for a Pride Event. Eventually, Pyro found out about it and well, he told Engie. Anyways we all thought that would be a great experience to have together."
Spy eyed the decorations and took a slow drag of his cigarette. The music echoed in the distance. "Well, I suppose that we will call each other if we get lost, correct?
"Aye, good plan." Demo and Soldier walked ahead of the group and scoped out the surroundings looking for where Pyro and Engineer went.
The people around them were talking loudly with each other and had pleasant smiles on their faces. Once in a while Medic would walk over to a group and start talking, then he would walk to another group and then right back next to Heavy. From each group he would take notes and ask questions about what colors mean what specifically, and how pronouns were used.
"Holy Crap guys look over there!"
Scout dragged Sniper to the side of the street and pointed to the front of the parade. There stood Pyro and Engineer. Pyro was covered head to toe with little flags duct taped to his suit. He clapped his hands to the music and moved his body erratically with the music.
Over to side Demo and Jane were watching the shenanigans that their friends were doing. It seemed that they were learning more about life outside of their never-ending war. It was good. With cold glasses of beer resting in their hands, they looked around at the crowd. The sound of the music and the pleasnt buzz of the beer made everything seem even better. It felt good to be themselves outside of work. A warm hand rested on Demo's shoulder. They didn't have to say anything to each other. The look in their eyes did all the talking that they needed. As the mercs left the Pride Event at the end of the long fun-filled day they smiled. They left knowing that the world may not be a great place, but it was a good place. And they couldn't ask for more.
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So, I've never attended a Pride event, I had to dig and do some research and pulled out what I thought would be okay for this short fic. I really hope that I got the "essence" of it correct. :)
#tf2 fic#tf2#soldier x demoman#tavish x jane#tf2 mercs#team fortress two#fanfic#tf2 fanfic#cute#various pairings#tf2 scout#tf2 pyro#tf2 sniper#tf2 engineer#tf2 demoman#tf2 soldier#tf2 medic#tf2 heavy#tf2 spy#pride#pride event#reactions#good experiances#anon ask#anon request#fanfic request#fic request#thank you anon <3#this was great#sweet
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So since some of my DMMd posts have taken off recently, I thought I might share links to some of my fic here! (I also have an art post on AO3 but it’s not up to date because I never remember to update it)
blue (songs are like tattoos) is the epic omegaverse fic that I’m most proud of. It features the entire main cast in a polycule of which Aoba is the omega and center. I’ve also written several one-shot sequels to fill out bits of the story, along with one final chaptered fic to wind it all up. “blue” is 76k words, the sequels vary in length but it all adds up to around 117k words. The usual warnings apply.
early to bed is the first fic I wrote in DMMd so I had to write smut about my new favorites (KouAo, if you hadn’t guessed). this is how I break into new fandoms.
save me from myself: Aoba's in love with Ren, Koujaku deals with his feels (spoiler alert: not very well), and Mizuki interferes because that's how he shows his love.
see this an hour on the stage: the actor AU that I truly love so much. This one’s KouAo, but I also wrote a Clear/Noiz sequel and there may be a third part eventually.
red: Koujaku has nightmares. Aoba is there for him. A prompt fill for theskee.
Not Even Close: Koujaku only realizes Aoba has left Midorijima after he’s gone. 29k of eventual Aoba/Koujaku/Mink, plus a smutty one-shot followup.
secure yourself to heaven: this vampire/monsterfuckery wip has ruined my life. it’s 10k words in and I love it but I’m also stuck on it. Aoba is a vampire and Koujaku comes back to the island with secrets of his own and vengeance to get. I beg folks to read it even though I have no idea when I’ll write more because I’ve been stuck for months.
melting of snow: Mink/Aoba PWP because sometimes you just have to.
That’s just a sample, there’s quite a bit more if you hit my tag at AO3! Please read and maybe leave a comment if you feel so inclined.
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finally at that age where i'm thinking i should get a tattoo. not bc i feel strongly about it, just seems like a waste not to. i've got so much skin i'm not using
#feels so selfish like. all this skin what am i saving it for?#open to design suggestions! (please make me regret this offer)#maybe some deep sea horrors. a pretty watercolor of a gulper eel#once saw a person on the subway with various Skeleton Tattoos on all their limbs#i respected their commitment to the theme#but more than that i respected how all the skeletons were engaged in Activities#dancing in a ballgown. juggling its own (and two other???) skulls. swordfighting. being a mermaid skeleton#ANYWAY. the only reason i haven't already gotten tattoos is i just couldn't be bothered#i'm old enough to know i don't have any strong-but-potentially-temporary feelings driving me towards it#aesthetically i prefer decorated to non-decorated surfaces. but i'm not artistic or thrilled with commitment#honestly it feels like sheer laziness. indecisiveness--nay. immaturity!--that i HAVEN'T gotten a tattoo yet#letting all this blank canvas go to waste. tut tut i need to grow up and be an adult and get a tattoo sleeve already.#really i've put off my responsibilities long enough#(in fairness i DID at one time have 18 different piercings)#(but i took most of them out bc they interfere with wearing headphones and/or shoving my face in my pillow during Sleep Time)#(i only kept the nape piercing bc oddly enough it ended up being the most convenient. and the least painful to get now i think about it.)#(neck piercing? no problem. normal pair of earrings? Tribulations And Suffering. i don't make the rules i just poke them with a stick.)
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I noticed that among most of the main horst cast; they all have love interests (Wolf x Mako, Haunted x Fennec). With Red being the only one who doesn’t seem to have a clear love interest! So I was curious, will she ever get one or does she have one that we just don’t know about?
Red did originally have a love interest - Aurora, back when she was a young princess. This was scrapped for a buncha reasons and now Red Kite has no love interest. Which is maybe for the best
(outdated art under the cut)
#as to whether she’ll ever get one: i don’t knowwww#for now I’m afraid I’m just having fun pairing her off with various members of the Horst cast for shits and gigs#maybe I should do a red kite speed dating comic. for the girls#my art#oc art#bog talks#horst#wof art#wings of fire#dragon art#Wolf#red kite
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✨🐀🥩 RATSHMEAT 🐀🥩✨
#uwu art#Spooky Month#Spooky Month 5#Spooky Month 4#Spooky Month 3#Bob Velseb#Dexter Erotoph#RatMeat#Spooky Month Bob#Spooky Month Dexter#scopophobia tw#scopophobia cw#// ask to tag#THAT'S ALL. RATSHMEAT#IN VARIOUS FORMS#they're the worst my friend n i have been pairing them off together because they just suck so bad#KIND OF ICONIC TOO BEING THE ONLY KNOWN HUMAN ANTAGONISTS ( besides the cult ) INNIT
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friendly reminder that plurality is caused by trauma. trauma is defined as an event that has a severe negative impact on oneself. there are going to be dark parts of plurality that no one wants to talk about. the brain created you to cope with what it went through. it's okay to have parts (or wholes) that have “twisted” desires, attractions, innerworld or external relationships, sexual or emotional needs, etc. other people might call you disgusting, evil, immoral, but it's just part of being traumatized. it's going to be unpleasant or unsightly.
read the tags.
#shout out to our multiple pairs of siblings who fuck because of the shit our mom and dad put us through with our sister#shout out to our child alters that would put themselves in dangerous situations with irl adults if we didn't healthily satisfy them#because of what our dad and various friends much older than us did to us#shout out to our various alters with non-con fantasies‚ whether its having it done or doing it‚ because we were accused of doing it to our#family and having it done to us before we were even double digits#you might think we're disgusting but this is how the brain copes#being groomed is not an experience you shake off easily#being manipulated and abused is not an experience you shake off easily#15 years of being groomed is going to make our brain do some “twisted” shit#am i scared of posting this because a friend of mine has this account? yeah. but whatever im sure itll be fine hahah.#system#did#did system#actually did#cdid#plural system#sysblr#osdd#did osdd#osdd system#endos dni#plurality is a trauma response xoxo
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tf2 brings out a multishipper i had no idea was within me.
#tf2#team fortress 2#literally i’ll consume ship art of ANY tf2 pairing except….#yk….#scout x spy 🤮#other than that#it’s fair game babyyyyy#i’ll have different eras of shipping various people#recently had my heavymedic era#now it’s helmet party#however science party is sneaking up on me rn….#helmet party#heavymedic#red oktoberfest#science party
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RARE PAIR WEEK DAY 3: "...and they were roommates!"
Normal Fantasy Dude Tucker x Divine Donut for the alt universe prompt :3c
Writing for the au below the cut!
Lavernius Tucker was not entirely sure how he got here, but he couldn’t be mad about it. He wasn’t a pious man. He wasn’t exactly the most devout follower of the gods. Honestly, he suspected the only reason he was allowed into the temples, into the inner chambers, was because of the sword he carried. Just his luck he found the damn thing, right? Right. Luck.
“Tucker? Is everything okay?” The Oracle asks, and Tucker grins. He may not be a religious man, but he is a damn lucky one. Evidence? Right here- the Oracle himself, divine figure of fate and fortune, the one who strikes true and sees through time itself. One of the fucking gods.
“I’m good, Donut,” Tucker answers, because fuck yeah he was on a casual name basis with a fucking god. Then he leans in, and presses a warm kiss to the side of Donut’s mouth, because he was also the god’s lover. Suck on that, everyone who said he’d never amount to anything.
“You sure? If we need to stop-” Donut fusses, because that’s what he does. Over ten feet of pure divine power, and he worries like a sheepdog over kittens.
“I know our watchword, Donut,” Tucker says, stealing another kiss. Donut’s hands are warm around him, and they’re not really doing much (this time, at this moment, at least) but the gentle brush of Donut’s fingers against Tucker’s hair make it really hard to focus on anything except relaxing into that touch. Donut hums with a pout on his lips and Tucker shifts his weight so he’s kneeling as he leans up to wrap an arm around the back of Donut’s neck. If he asked, Tucker had the excuse of playing with the long hair that floated around Donut like a halo. But it turns out, the god of fate and fortune had a hard time reading people. All of time and space? Sure, no biggie, like reciting a story you’ve heard your entire life. But people? Their expressions, their body language? Donut was utterly blind to it. It was endearing, in a very strange surreal way. It made him so…well. Human. Tucker runs his fingers through the thick locks of Donut’s hair, watching the small motion ripple out to the ends where it faded to soft gold.
“I was just thinkin’, ya know? About how lucky I am,” Tucker grins wider, and Donut looked some awkward mix between curious and embarrassed. He thought he was sooo subtle. “Lucky to survive some of the shit I’ve seen, lucky to find this sword, lucky to be assigned to your temples…”
Tucker pauses and lets his other hand slide down Donut’s shoulder, over the soft silk-like fabric of his tunic. Donut’s good eye, the one that witnesses the present world around him, follows the motion as best it can. When he can’t watch Tucker’s hand, Donut turns his attention to watching his face.
“Right…lucky,” Donut repeats, and Tucker loves watching the blush creep up into the god’s pointed ears. He just makes it so easy!
“Mhm,” Tucker is leaning in again, Donut watching him intently, but he isn’t done talking just yet. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think someone with some strings to pull was watching out for me. Nudging things to go just so, yeah? Making sure I’d end up in the right place, at the right time,”
“Would it bother you? If that were the case? Cau-cause I’m sure if it was- and I’m not saying that it is- I’m sure he-I-they’d only have your best interests at heart. But if you wanted them-him-them to stop-” Donut stumbles over his words, and Tucker lets him, for a beat, before he laughs.
“I don’t mind. I like having luck on my side, after all. Best kind of company there is, from what I heard. Besides, Luck is pretty damn cute, especially when he gets all flustered,”
“I- you- Tucker!”
Lavernius Tucker was not a devout or pious man. He was, however, a damn lucky one.
#rvb#red vs blue#rvb rarepair week dos#rvb rarepair week 2024#rvb donut#franklin delano donut#rvb tucker#lavernius tucker#tucknut#my art#batsy art#batsy writes#fantasy au! sort of? yea sure#apparently my brain has decided a different pair for every day of this week which like! sure okay lmao? not mad.. more blorbo time#this is silly and indulgent but i love the dynamic of these two and their alien prophecies of various levels of bullshit
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a new thrill with you
Love Live! Nijigasaki High School Club | Setsuna x Ayumu | 11 pages
#love live#love live nijigasaki#setsuayu#setsupomu#ayusetsu#setsuna yuki#ayumu uehara#my art#man ive been drawing this pair for 4 years how insane right#yuri#my thoughts are in the afterword as usual#hope u guys dont get tired of me!#i was working on this since last year but i t got super interupted by various obligations...#this was also ready since over a week ago but i was waiting for the stpm nijiyon episode to ride the coat tails of#i missed doing full colour - its time consuming but fun
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I'm gonna be honest, one thing where thai straight dramas & lakorns have bl & gl shows beat every time is that they're not afraid to mix their top actors in ALL the pairings. by having them not stuck in only one ship, it really builds up excitement about who they'll next be paired up with. like right now we're really getting yaya & tor and mai & film in two iconic historical lakorns and I'm LIVING for it. they collect all the co-stars in a way fixed queer ships absolutely cannot & for that, they deserve recognition!
#axelle rants#my cherie amour#the empress of ayodhaya#in other words I'm currently obsessed with both shows#not me going from thinking yaya couldn't act to her portrayal in my cherie amour being my FAVORITE female lead of all times#anyways#I do know bl/gl actors do straight shows where they get various pairings but it doesn't hit the same#these straight pairings hit so hard bc it's all huge top tier actors with a decade plus of experience behind them so their pairing is crazy#the only equivalent thing would be all the 20 top bl actors at gmmtv switching pairings every year#which we KNOW will never happen bc what earns gmmtv money is fixed pairings#anyways watch my cherie amour & the empress of ayodhaya <3
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@dweamofsweep
Had the strongest idea for "Not on the lips" - can't let that real estate go to waste, after all~
#frustrated jet is also just incredibly fun to draw#cyborg 009#009#joe shimamura#002#jet link#29#dweamofsweep#digital#art#sketchbook#request#romantix#absolutely do not apologize i was thrilled to get a c009 suggestion#plus you!! your work!! has probably bumped 29 up to my favorite out of the various pairings for this franchise#sorry if these poses are awkward i kinda. went head-outwards on this one#which is a bad habit
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my dumbass sister told my dad that ‘emma writes law and order svu stories with an online following of hundreds of people’ (which bfr is generous) and all of the sudden after taking no interest in anything about my life for years he wants to READ THEM
#ok dad do you want to read the one where ada rafael barba gets railed by detective dominick carisi#or the one where captain olivia benson gets railed by defense attorney rafael barbs#barba#or the one where they’re all getting railed in a zombie apocalypse#or the one where they all have blurry psychosexual borders with one another bc they’ve all slept together in various pairings in the past#(that’s all of them)#what do i DO
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random omegaverse thought:
There must be people who experience specific instinct things with indifference or boredom.
Procreative cycle coming up? "Crap, I've got plans this weekend...stupid skip weeks."
Caught an intriguing scent while walking? "But I need to get to work! Shut up brain."
Had a snap response to a distressed sound? "Who was it?! ...right, it's my day off, I can go back to sleep."
Somebody growled at them? "Kid, I'm not a rival, that's my sibling."
Super cozy cuddle session happening nearby? "I'm gonna pass tonight guys, no social battery left, maybe next time."
Group of friends heading out to flirt and check out other singles? "I'm coming with you but only to make sure you all get home safe."
Setting where fated mates or soul bonds or permanent marks are a thing? "Meh. I don't really want one or care if I ever get one."
People in the actual omegaverse would get as bored of their stuff, as we do of ours, you know? It could be interesting to see that kind of vibe in fics. Biological demands faced with all the excitement of paying bills or doing laundry or tying your shoes.
Even if that kind of energy might not drive a plot, it could be interesting to have as a contrast to the people who do have big feelings about them - good or bad.
There's the friends who can't wait til they have a pack of their own, and the one friend who isn't against it but couldn't care less. There's the group in the office who are all about scent compatibility tests and figuring out one's best match and what sprays most highlight it, and the coworker who has no intentions on putting that much effort in. There are parents who hover and protect their offspring by scenting them multiple times a day, and others who don't see what the fuss is as long as it's done in the morning.
...also: packs with introverts who show care by giving each other space. So often, closeness is depicted through physical touch and tactile affection, but comfortable silence is meaningful too. Knowing people are near, but not having to interact until you're ready. Sitting in the same room doing different things, knowing that all it takes is a "hey, look at this" to share what you're up to. People understanding and accepting each other's differing or fluctuating needs for how and when to recharge. Seeing somebody reaching out or sharing space, beyond what's their norm, as a signal of the fact that they care.
#omegaverse worldbuilding#a/b/o worldbuilding#a/b/o dynamics#kinda#not gonna tag sfw though it mostly is#heat/rut mention#twovvie chatters#hi its me im introverts#a version of me in omegaverse would love to live in a pack house#as long as i could have a space to myself#people nearby? good! people around all the time? uhhhh#even my family knows that after so many hours of fun family party#i'm gonna disappear to whatever room has the fewest people in it#or find a random corner and start reading#“oh! i didnt know you were here” yes that was the plan#also i just find the idea of someone#who couldnt care less about pairing up#to be funniest in a setting where that's a big deal#“too bad you havent found a mate yet” “no i already know who it is”#“congrats! when do we meet them?” “oh i didnt mean that i'm going to date them. i just know who it is.”#“but i thought you were single?” “yup.” “don't you want a mate?” “nah too annoying.”#cycle day? nice i get a free day off work#cycle day? ugh not this again#the duality of man (a/b/o edition)#granted i hc heats/ruts as heightened libido and greater fertility#because i dislike elements of heats/ruts that (imo) mess with people's ability to freely consent#if the only non-sexual options are pain or solitude and the species needs compaionship as much or more as regular humans#then not being able to or being unwilling to is like a punishment for those people#sure stress or other needs can short circuit it (irl) but theres plenty of reasons to not be interested that arent “you have a problem”#surely i'm not the only person who reacts to various body requests with “later i'm busy” right?
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