#also if you tag this as ship I will find you.

[schmirius]

#golden classic #i wonder if this is why their ship was called timecock at some point #<- genuine question btw. why? #this post looks like the culprit [ @schwirrymartz ]

Hello to you, and I'm going to tag in the probably-5-time-reblogger of this post @roxannepolice too! Here I am, a ghost from Doctor/Master livejournal c. 2007-2011, bringing you news about Historic Shitposting! I'm also going to tag in @nostalgia-tblr whose images these originally are.

Short answer: the name came from a bunch of Doctor/Master shippers on livejournal in summer 2007, shortly after Utopia/Sound of Drums/Last of the Time Lords aired. Ten and Simm specifically were "Team Timecock," as the last two time lords in existence, linked sexily and tragically by their boners for each other. The shitpost above is from one of many, many shitposts that summer that used the name for the two of them.

Shorter answer: Nos thinks it was probably Snowgrouse, specifically, and that sounds right to me too.

The name "Team Timecock" is highly post-s3 relevant, fandom-wise, because Ten/Simm were ~the only ones left~ and one of the immediate and obvious fix-its for the season was "the Master lives, they really do travel together." Or "they were alone on the Valiant all year, properly cocking it up, overly self-importantly, time lord-style." Either way, it's just the two of them and, you know, they're touching tips. Or having buttsecks, since it's 2007, and also shut up, their anuses might as well be self-lubricating because we get to use alien powers to do it.

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citations:

First, a caveat: I came to the game a few months late, was not personally interacting with a lot of the people and communities I've cited; certainly I wasn't IMing people or emailing them (which is how you did it. back then). I was at the shallowest level for a lot of this, "leaving some comments." But my memory is good, and I know how to use LJ still. My handle was srevans back then.

Poking around LJ is hard as hell these days: the site is sloww while it's scraping your data/selling it to the highest ad bidder (and the ad provider isn't google! your adblockers aren't helping much!); and LJ hides so much from you on an entry-by-entry basis if you're not logged in. If you want to poke around to see what fandom looked like there and then, I'd suggest the following communities. I've linked to their June 2007 archives pages since the s3 finale aired June 16th, 23rd, and 30th.

slash_lords

sizeofthatthing – the general Doctor Who kinkmeme

best_enemies (my once and forever home)

and its specifically Doctor/Master kinkmeme, which is all versions of the pairing, not just Ten/Simm

new_who, who-daily – general communities

slash communities which are gone, gone, deleted from internet history: dw_slash, dw_yaoi, timecock, timeslash

ihasatardis – THE context for this image. The community was for lolspeak image macros from any and all episodes of Doctor Who. you know, because You Can Has Cheezburger.

The earliest public entry I can find for the word "timecock" specifically is a couple LJ icons snowgrouse created: (1) "twice the timecock" over a promo photo of Ten+Simm looking very srs biz and (2) a blue background with subtle Gallifreyan spiral writing whose text is merely "Timecock tiem."

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And that's all she knows. If you're on this post and I can find anything else on LJ for you, please let me know! And anybody in the wild who knows more and wants to add on, please do.

just a reminder that nos wins at shipping.

[siriusblackdevotee]

Jegulus vs Platonic Prongsfoot

As MUCH as I love Sirius black who gets dramatically disgusted whenever Jegulus are being remotely PDA, horrified Regulus because of PDA prongsfoot will be my favorite.

Regulus who'd walk in on prongsfoot so snuggled up they look like 1 person, sharing a blanket watching a movie and they'd invite Regulus in like nothing is amiss.

Regulus who'd hear things like "Oh, fuck me Prongs, that shirt is squeezing the life out of your tits!" Or "Padfoot, if you don't turn around and let me appreciate your ass right now--"

Regulus learning against his will that James and Sirius loves to literally sleep with each other. Although they will find out they actually just like going to sleep with someone.

Them always kissing each other good bye (not in the lips), sometimes calling each other husband, the love of their life, soulmate, etc. An on-going dramatic bit they have.

Drunk prongsfoot is even worse because all the restrictions are off.

They'd be holding each other by the sides of their faces, spilling words of love declaration to each other.

"You know, I will always find you in every universe."

"But you don't have to, we're together in every universe."

"Bro."

"Bro."

Regulus has learned the hard way that he has to stop or distract them by that point because otherwise, they would get so overwhelmed with their love and start crying.

Most of the time he doesn't mind because he knows this won't ever become romantic nor does he get jealous because he's a private person so PDA made him uncomfortable.

And because he learned from veteran Remus that eventually he will get used to it and it just won't surprise him anymore.

Also Remus would say something like "Actually this isn't the worst of it, they're pretty tame now that you've come around." And it low-key terrifies Regulus.

As I'm writing this, I'm realizing this could apply to Jily though I won't tag it. Basically romantic Sirius and James ships will always third wheel platonic prongsfoot

[grimmsbride]

KINGDOM HEARTS [ daisuke / reader ]

sneaking contraband on the tulpar was totally worth it, especially when you got to share it with the person you’ve been pining for.

tags / pre-crash | reader & daisuke are the same age & she is also swansea’s intern (original i know). | not connected to the past daisuke fics | heavy mentions of weed but more specifically weed pens. i know it’s not accurate to the timeline nor the job, but if you’re looking for complete accuracy in a smutfic i don’t know what to tell you | weed sex | sloppy oral sex | fingering | daisuke is heavily ooc. this is done purposely given he’s literally smoking. if that’s an issue i’m sorry | soft-dom daisuke | hes very mouthy & kind of desperate | mutual pining | coworkers to more?.. | unrealistic descriptions of weed & sex | etc

notes / given it was mentioned daisuke liked to party back home (and also drink) i thought him smoking was right up his alley. also i feel like with weed or alcohol he definitely isn’t as insecure? idk how to word it but yeah that was my thought process. as always please excuse any typos & grammar mistakes

You never thought you would be ontop of a freighter, dedicating time to listening to some old man drone about machinery whilst in the middle of space. But alas, here you were; inside a ship known as the Tulpar, under the watchful gaze of Pony Express. You should be thankful, not everyone has the same opportunities as you. Back home, you could name quite a few people that would kill for your position.

You couldn’t resist your reluctance, though. Leaving everything behind for several months was more stressful than people believed. A constant routine, consistently having to be proper given this wasn’t home— it was work. Not having your usual comforts of tv, the outside, hell even your vibrator.

At least you remembered the most important thing of all— your weed pen.

It wasn’t a hard task, as you were given the most natural hiding place above the waist; and you were able to sneak extra cartridges between your clothes. A full-proof plan, really. The only issue was finding places to smoke it.

You couldn’t always hole up in your room, duties called after all. So usually you took a few hits in the bathroom, using the excuse of steam to mask the smoke. Or other times you would take a quick hit when the living room was free; the blown up screen a perfect trance for your little high.

No one seemed the wiser, not even your fellow intern; Daisuke, someone you’ve grown to enjoy being around. Despite being the same age you simply weren’t so sure he would be into that type of thing. He looked far too.. innocent. Surely an annoying term to use for a grown man, but still— what else could you say?

Like any other day it was packed with chores, tasks stacking on-top of each other with no end in sight. You tried to be as friendly as possible, but with your secret craving and exhaustion playing at the back of your mind you were sure you came off a little snappy at times.

You would apologize later, possibly blaming it on the stuffy feeling of the ship or worse — your period.

Either way, much to your pleasure, the day had ended; leaving you in the comfort of your bedroom. Sitting on-top of the plush sheets you leaned over to sift through your nightstand, fingers soon coming into contact with a slender, metallic piece. You rose, bringing your pen with you and looking at the contraption with such love.

Your last piece of sanity. As dramatic as it seemed.

Routinely you brought the mouthpiece to your lips, forming around it and taking a slow hit whilst your thumb pressed against the button. Pulling it away, you allowed the smoke to sit— eyes closing to really take it in.

So focused on your relaxation you hadn’t even realized footsteps were approaching your bedroom until it was too late.

“Hey [Name] you wanna play this board game? Anya do—“ The door was opening before you could even respond, causing panic to rush towards your chest. In the midst you began to cough, throat straining as ugly wails escaped; struggling to catch your breath.

Through a blurry gaze, your eyes landed on the culprit of your chaos; spotting Daisuke glancing at you oddly for a moment.

“Are you uh… Do I smell weed?”

“No!”

You managed to let out, followed by wet gasps. Very, very convincing. Your attention turned to the water bottle on-top of your nightstand, snatching it quickly and taking a swig. The cool liquid soothed your throat just a bit, allowing you to relax from the attack.

Slowly you calmed down, taking a deep breath and releasing; all under the gaze of Daisuke, who sported a small grin.

“I know what weed smells like [Name]. And how weed coughs sound.”

You slowly set your water bottle back down, eyes taking the other in with a harsh squint. For a moment the two of you stared at each other silently before you sucked your teeth, letting out a whisper-yell of close the door!

Daisuke was quick to listen, shutting the door closed and crossing your bedroom in record time. He found a spot on the edge of your bed, watching in awe as you pulled a thin device from underneath your sheets. He giggled gently, as if already riding the cloud; leaning his head onto his shoulder.

“How did you even sneak that in?”

“I have my ways Daisuke.” You winked, attention turning to your beloved weed pen. It was a simple white color with a pink rim around the actual button. Small but deadly, given the amount that was inside the device. Plus it didn’t help you had switched cartridges recently.

Your focus then turned to the man, “Wanna hit?”

Daisuke’s eyebrows rose, a nervous laugh escaping him before nodding.

“Hell yeah.”

He leaned over, grasping the pen from your fingers delicately and glancing at it. The intern spun it between his fingers for a moment, gaze turning back to you the moment you spoke;

“You know how to take it, right? Don’t waste my weed.”

“Watch..,” Daisuke brought the piece up to his mouth, lips wrapping around it gently as his thumb pressed against the circular button. With ease he was breathing it in, pulling the pen back— holding the smoke for a moment, before releasing it.

“..— See? I know what I’m doing.”

He certainly does.. You thought to yourself, suddenly growing a bit hot. You sat up, legs crossing as you reached for your pen.

“I’m impressed, didn’t take you for a smoker.”

Daisuke shrugged, a lazy smile on his face as he laid across your bed. His elbow dug into the plush mattress, a soft cheek resting to his palm.

“I only did it recreationally, at parties and stuff.”

You hummed in response, slightly entertained by the reveal of such information. Daisuke had subtly mentioned before his activities but you didn’t always believe him. He just didn’t seem like the type. More like a little fawn desperate to gain the approval of his superior, not some party animal. But, looks were deceiving after all.

Especially when said fawn was hitting your pen way better than you did.

You pressed your lips to the pen, tapping it there for a moment before a question crept from your throat;

“You know any tricks?”

Daisuke pursed his lips a bit, slowly shaking his head. You were quick to smile, bringing your finger up.

“I know this one, watch.”

With that you were taking a hit, bringing the pen down to your lap. Daisuke focused on you, watching intently as you.. mouthed? He hadn’t a clue what you were attempting to do, nor was he sure you did either— given you suddenly pushed the smoke from your mouth, quick coughs escaping you.

The man was quick to laugh, grinning ear to ear as a flush of red spread across tanned skin. You struggled for breath, little tears threatening to spill as you held your finger back up.

“I got it, I got it!”

You were desperate to show off, even if it risked getting far too high. You lifted the pen back up, taking another strong hit before dropping it back to your lap. You started off strong, breathing the smoke in— struggling not to giggle when you heard Daisuke small sounds of encouragement.

Yet as strong as you started you failed all the same, doubling over to cough into your blankets; cheeks hot the moment you noticed Daisuke practically falling off your bed with laughter.

“How were you worried about me wasting it?”

“Shut up!” You huffed, though snorting. You could nearly curse yourself for not sharing your little secret sooner. As much as smoking was a delight, it was even better doing it with someone else. Especially someone as fun as Daisuke.

You slowly rose from your position, taking deep breaths to relax as you glanced at the man who was currently doing the same.

“Okay, so.. I don’t know a trick.”

Daisuke gave a really? expression, quickly raising his hands when you tossed a pillow in his direction. Pulling the plush item down to his lap with a playful huff, the man watched as you lifted the pen again.

“But.. I do know this one thing.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

You gave a playful smile, “Shotgunning. You know, passing smoke back and forth.”

His shoulders seemed to straighten, sitting up tall and laying his hands onto the pillow in his lap. An unreadable expression crossed his features, hands crossing to allow his fingers to glide across his silver rings.

“I know what that is.”

Your eyebrow rose, though silently taking in the information. Whether a buzz of jealousy or excitement trickled down your spine, you will never known; as it was quickly washed away with warmth. One such sensation that collected at the pit of your stomach the moment Daisuke reached over for the pen.

“It’ll be better if I do it first.”

The man softly explained, to your puzzled expression. You slowly nodded in turn, watching as he brought the pen to his mouth. A single moment passed before he even took a hit, maybe allowing you time to back out. But you didn’t, watching intently as the man sucked in the smoke— eyes flicking to you with slightly puffed cheeks.

That was your cue. You shuffled from your spot at the head of your bed, coming close enough that your knees were practically touching. You pressed down on the bed to steady yourself, lips parting carefully. Daisuke drew closer, just a breaths away, yet lips not touching. His eyes glanced from your own to your lips, a soft grumble of disapproval rolling at the back of his throat.

Before you could think you felt his fingers tracing your chin, a thumb pressing against the space.

“Like this..” He said rather tight lipped, widening your mouth carefully. Once satisfied Daisuke blew the smoke from his mouth to your own, watching as the white cloud rolled in flowing tendrils, filling your senses the moment it made contact.

You sucked it in, shivering at the sensation and rather heated exchange. You’ve always imagined shotgunning to be rather.. intimate. You were sharing smoke with someone, after all. But, intimate just didn’t seem like a fitting word. At all. This was something beyond it, completely.

As the moment the smoke was touching your tongue, it was as if you could spot Daisuke’s thoughts sprawled across his forehead. Never mind the way those pretty, almond— slowly reddening eyes took you in far too intently.

You backed away a little, releasing a heavy breath straight from your chest. You glanced down before allowing your gaze to land upon the other intern, spotting his eyes already fixated upon you.

“You wanna go again?”

You tried not to nod so excitedly, but with the smoke clouding your focus and the absolute want running through your body— you were sure you looked like an idiotic bobble head. Daisuke either was too high to notice or decided against it anyway, as he was passing your pen back in record time, sitting up and watching.

You took the pen, mirroring his previous movements. Allowing the pen to fall in your lap after, you leaned a bit closer— just as Daisuke did the same. Only this time it was far too close. Your lips briefly touched, only for a moment almost unrecognizable. Yet, you both knew the other felt it.

You decided to ignore it. It meant nothing, right? Simply an accident bound to happen.

You parted your lips, a soft sound escaping as you blew the smoke into his mouth, watching Daisuke consume it eagerly. Sucking up each puffy white cloud under your watchful gaze, he allowed it to dance upon his tongue for a moment before blowing it right back into your mouth.

Just as he closed the distance between the two of you.

You groaned softly, eyes pinched closed as the high of the weed and his lips ran through your entire body. You felt it all the way from your head, to your toes; nerves on fire, as if ready to burst. You were quick to grab him, needing an anchor as the bold kiss quickly muddled your brain. Your fingers curled into his half-dyed hair, twirling soft tresses between the digits and tugging.

Daisuke whimpered right into your mouth, a sound that caused your legs to squeeze and eyebrows to furrow. You felt him moving for a moment before his hands were tracing your body; one finding your waist while the other gently grasped the back of your neck. There, with a tiny push, the man deepened the kiss— tugging you even closer by the waist.

Your arms stretched out, linking around his neck and meeting his eagerness wholeheartedly. You were pleasantly surprised by the sudden 180 of his personality. You especially didn’t take such a clueless, seemingly naive man to be such a good kisser.

But here you were, under his mercy— barely able to keep up with the sloppy lip locking. And with each squeeze of your waist, your mind was spiraling further and further. Again, you could only curse yourself for withholding the weed for this long.

“Wa..wanna touch you..” The words were pushed against your lips so messily you nearly hadn’t heard. Except, they fell from Daisuke’s mouth again; only this time not as muffled given he was pulling away from your lips. His forehead pressed against your own, alternating squeezes on your neck and waist, heavy breaths causing his chest to rise and fall.

“You wanna touch me?”

“So..so bad. I have for a while.” The words came out in drawl as if he was drunk rather than high, red eyes lifting from your lap to your own. “Please, let me?”

He was so desperate, Daisuke’s usual personality peeking through his high facade. The only thing missing was his hands clasped together and whimpers. It was a sight you enjoyed, devouring it greedily with your eyes.

Instead of speaking you slammed your lips back to his own, hands reaching to find his wrists. Once doing so you made his hands drag from your shoulders, down your tummy, hips, and thighs— back and forth, back and forth.. teasing him. It seemed to work as the kiss got even more desperate, his fingers twitching under your hold.

And the moment you released his wrists, Daisuke was all over you— only this time he had full control. The man made quick work of fitting his fingers underneath the shirt you wore, warm digits spanning across your soft stomach. They then rose, flinching the moment they came into contact with your naked breasts— yet eagerly grasping them; cold silver rings digging into your hot flesh.

You sighed into his mouth, grasping his arms and slowly lowering yourself onto your back, pulling him on-top of you. Little sparks of pleasure danced down your spine as he squeezed your breasts, pushing up your shirt to reveal your chest to the muddy air.

The two of you parted, a sticky string connecting your bottom lips together— which broke the moment his head lowered, lips finding a breast. A sloppy kiss was stamped right against your nipple, the swollen bud soon being enveloped by his warm mouth. You stifled a sweet moan, hands finding its place back in his hair, tugging as his tongue swept and circled your areola.

You felt spit trickle at the corner of his mouth from all the attention, sucks only becoming more ferocious as time passed. Caught up in the pleasure you hadn’t realized a hand was descending down your body, not until two fingers were tugging your pants enough that his hand fit through.

Daisuke’s fingers spread across your clothed cunt, finding the edge of your panties and tugging it to the side. There, he was free to spread you, revealing your sopping bud to his finger. He dragged his digit up and down for a moment before running little circles onto your clit.

“Dai..daisuke..—“ You whined softly, nails dragging against his scalp as your thighs twitched. “T—take my pants off, please!”

The man smiled right against your chest, though obliged and with your help, pushed your pants and underwear off your body and down to the bottom of the bed. Now free your legs were spreading easily, hissing as his thumb dragged across your clit whilst another digit circled your wet hole.

Daisuke lifted from your chest, watching with reddened eyes as his finger sunk in all the way to the knuckle. Your walls were warm, enveloping and sucking him in greedily. With each breath you were squeezing, making it just a bit hard for him to move. But, Daisuke didn’t plan to give up now, seeing as — with some effort — he was curling the finger, eyes flicking to your face the moment the prettiest moan fell from your lips.

“That felt good..?” The words fell out as a question more to himself rather than you and instead of waiting, the man repeated his action; only this time a little more confident. And once he received the reaction he was looking for — another breathy moan — Daisuke was more than happy to continue.

Your gasps quickly mixed in with the sounds of your wetness, spongy sounds that echoed with each push of his finger. Curling and fingering, you groaned the moment another digit crept, scissoring inside you. Your thighs were closing at this point, getting overwhelmed with pleasure. You’ve touched yourself while high and as fun as it was, this experience was completely different.

You were sensitive, every sensation on hundred with no chance of coming down. Daisuke’s only been playing with you for a moment and already you felt that familiar band deep in your stomach.

In the midst of your pleasure you hadn’t even realized your thighs were nearly shut until Daisuke quickly slid his free hand to your thigh, pushing and spreading you open.

“I wanna see.”

He said far too calmly, eyes flicking from your face and back to your pretty cunt. Daisuke couldn’t helped but be entranced, watching his fingers disappear and reappear, coated in your arousal. The man swore under his breath, nails dragging against your thigh. He wondered if.. you would let him get a taste? The thought alone nearly made him come in his pants, eating you out just seemed like the second best thing to sharing that weed with you.

Without thinking Daisuke’s face was lowering to your cunt, mouth parted as bated breath fanned against your slick slit. With no warning his tongue was stretching, licking at your bud— quickly glancing at your face for a reaction. He was pleased to see your glossy red eyes and swollen lips open as a pretty gasp escaped your throat. Your fingers tugged at his hair so desperately, back arching as the man’s tongue swiped against you once again— only dragging the thick muscle, allowing you to feel its entire length.

“Please, please..!” You hadn’t a clue why you were pleading, but it seemed Daisuke did— given he repeated that action once more, circling the tip of his tongue along your clit. Little tears threatened to spill from your eyes, hips lifting and grinding into his face; which only resulted in an encouraging squeeze on your thigh.

Moments of this intense pleasure passed before you were practically sitting up, struggling to stifle the harsh moan that escaped you. With a squeeze around his fingers you were coming undone, coating his face with your mess. Daisuke was far too happy to lap you up, cleaning you throughly and refusing to waste a single drop.

Eventually you had to push at his forehead to get him away, groaning as the sensitivity playing at your aching cunt. Reluctantly the man pulled away, pulling his fingers from within you and rubbing his hand across your thigh— soothing you.

“Hopefully you didn’t wake the others.” Daisuke hummed with a small grin, chuckling at the frown you sent his way. He moved to hover above you, leaning onto his forearm and planting a wet kiss to your lips. You mewled from your own taste; hands trailing to tickle the back of his neck.

“We should have done this a long time ago..”

You murmured softly, hearing his own grumble of approval. The kiss continued until you pulled away, hands trekking down to cover his cheeks.

“Daisuke.. as much as I want to continue.. I’m really, really hungry.”

Taking your words in for a moment, the man couldn’t help but release a short laugh, patting the side of your thigh as he sat up from his hovering.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

With that promise, Daisuke was adjusting his clothes before waltzing towards your bedroom door, opening and exiting — probably off to snatch something from the Tulpar’s kitchen.

You certainly hopped no one was awake to notice his red eyes and extremely wet face.

[theoddest1]

Leave Joel Perez alone. All of you online warriors think you’re doing something but you’re not. Focus on the REAL life victims and not some cartoon. Put your energy into something MEANINGFUL and stop sending death threats to some voice actor DOING HIS JOB.

Damn, anyway, you are aware that we can do both things, right? Why are you acting as if doing one task absolves the other? I am not on his case for playing a fictional character or sharing art of said fictional character, I'm on his case for knowingly or unknowingly promoting a tag that has many rape fetishers/SA romanticizers using it. He did NOT need to use a ship name in the post since any fan of the show ALREADY KNOWS Angel's situation. So why tf does he need the ship name there? Most people do not use a fucking ship name for anything other than romance or cause they like the ship.

Then Joel proceeds to double down and act like an idiot online and be fucking petty towards someone who made good points to him, who also was APPARENTLY an SA survivor, telling them that they're putting words in his mouth and to "go watch bluey" which was not necessary of a comment to make.

And AFTER THAT he proceeds to mock those who find his behavior unprofessional and tone deaf all cause he thinks he is completely right in his assessments yet doesn't have the fucking balls to leave his Insta comments open.

He, Viv, and any other person who doesn't take this topic seriously is not immune to proper feedback and conversations made about them and especially not clapback if they proceed to act like brainless drones. 🙂‍↕️

[aihoshiino]

see this is why i follow you.

also i dont mind if people ship incest or not, as long as it is portrayed as bad and problematic. had the manga actually elaborated on the kiss, it could have been better storytelling and plot.

this feels like bait but at the same time my blood went ice cold at the thought of someone thinking this is unironically my stance as well so i feel compelled to respond sincerely. people are not obligated to perform public moral flagellation about their ships just because you or anyone else personally finds incest icky. having an incest squick or being triggered by incest or just being unable or not wanting to engage with it for any number of reasons is not an inherently morally superior stance to take any more than thinking incest is fun and sexy is an inherently morally inferior one. we're all just playing with barbies at the end of the day.

idk. maybe it's because i'm a crunchy fandom old but so long as people tag their shit and aren't going out of their way to upset anyone i really don't have the energy to get mad about what other people are doing. i care more about someone's actual behaviour and the way they engage with other real life people than i do what hypothetical thought crimes they might be committing with their blorbos.

[annwrites24]

Organized by @dindjarindiaries for December 2024!

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Rating: M, but all my content and my blog are 18+ only

Word count: 333

Tags (All parts): fluff, some angst, developing relationship, mentions of loss of parents, second person POV, no use of y/n, hints of smut if you squint.

Day One: Cold

It doesn’t take long before you realize that the best way to describe the Mandalorian is ‘cold’. If you were being generous, you might describe him as ‘serious’, but even that doesn’t seem to capture just how far removed he is from everyone else. He barely speaks; but then again, who would he have to talk to? His child doesn’t seem to be able to communicate much, and you suspect you are the first person he’s allowed to stay on his ship for any extended amount of time. Still, his particular brand of surly silence is a shock to your system when you arrive on board his ship.

His ship is always freezing. Maybe it’s because you’re always on the move, always hopping through hyperspace towards the next destination and the next bounty. That’s not really his fault; he doesn’t have any control over whether or not space is cold. But he doesn’t do much to keep the ship warm, either. You wonder if he’s too cheap to put on the heat when you’re travelling, or if he can’t feel how cold it gets under all the layers of clothing he wears.

His armour certainly doesn’t help, either. You touched it once, when you were passing each other in the cockpit, and your arm had brushed against the metal. The chill had seeped through your clothing and settled into your skin. Maybe the beskar was part of why it was also so cold around him, leeching all the warmth out of the air any room and leaving you shivering in his presence.

But the first time he touches you, it’s warm. Warm leather gloves against your skin. Hot breath on your neck in the dark. Heat building between your thighs. Deep voice burning through you and pleading because he can’t keep himself away anymore, he tried to ignore you, but he can’t help himself. Too soft, too pretty, too warm for him to resist. And the ice between you is already melting away.

Find my other fics on AO3! Header art by me. I do not give permission for any of my work, whole or in part, to be fed into any AI generative program under any circumstances.

[the-100-days-of-junkan]

Day 61

I was wondering what day would land on my Birthday, woulda been funny if it was yesterday’s piece, but alas, I was merely a day off.

Anyway your eyes do not deceive you this isn’t a sketch with colors I actually finished this one in it’s entirety. As a treat to myself after spending like 2 weeks working on the comic. Unfortunately it’s going to be awhile before we get more full pieces, look forward to day 91 I guess??

One thing I’ve always liked to do is draw little icons for the ships I like, I haven’t made a lot of them but they’re usually fun. I never made one for Junkan until this post because paranoia, but now we’re in the fuck it era. And can I just say that shading Junko’s hair is consistently one of the most fun things about drawing her at times? Like the colors I get to use are so nice and the sense of flow, it’s just perfect!~ Anyway time for a story I alluded to yesterday. 

Eventually during one of my desperate searches for Junkan fics I would go to Wattpad since it was the only other site I could think of that might have something. Wattpad is a site I have never really used at all, both because I don’t really like the formatting of the site, and because I’ve not exactly been given a good impression of it by the rest of the internet. 

I was pleasantly surprised to see a few fics, and some of them seemed to be taking the Soft Junkan angle. So I click one, and it can be summed up as “If you clicked on this wanting a Junkan Fic, fuck you, you’re a freak.” And I’m like “Alright that was a waste of time, next one.” and so I click another and it’s the exact same thing.

And the format would always be like the first chapter is used to just tell you what you’re about to read. And then it’s the second chapter is the twist that it’s someone deriding you for wanting Junkan. But some fics couldn’t even hide it, if you just hovered over the preview you’d see the actual contents is just bashing Junkan shippers.

So then I made this little image to amuse myself.

To be clear also this isn’t like, supposed to be some attack on the people who made those posts. I’m sure they’re just teens trying to have a moral high ground over shipping, which makes sense when you’re young like that. I mentioned it before but when I was getting into Danganronpa at the tail end of my teens I fucking hated Togafuka. Now I don't give a shit because why should I???

I find it more funny than I do like, annoying. It ain’t worth starting anything over. I just think it makes for a fun anecdote from this year. 

As always, Reblogs, Comments, and Little Notes in the Tags are appreciated!~ They always make my day!~

[doodler16]

okay after that clusterfuck of an episode and awful chatacter designs i feel like im finally going to make my own critical account. i have been lurking in the critical tags since hazbin came out but now i feel like i have the confidence. i was also the anon who talked about the ableism in viv's shows and the disability rep, so hello again. hope that i wont forget my thoughts on addiction and mental illness in the helluva verse ✌️

designs and story so bad i had to take action lmfao

😂 you know an episode done by Vivziepop is atrocious when some critical pages are done and jumping ship. And others are inspired to create their own account. Legit the pure definition of the camel breaking its back.

But jokes aside, I’m glad you gained the confidence to make your own critical account regarding the helluva verse. I would love to see more of your takes if I ever find your blog. You will mostly get some annoying stans on your blog or asks misconstruing your criticisms as hate. Regardless good luck.

[allastoredeer]

Fanfiction? What Fanfiction? I saw the World Building Master Post but assumed it was just general thought on the Hellaverse. Do tell where I can find the fic to that👀😂

I have a few fanfics actually (ᵔᴥᵔ)

Here's my AO3: X_Gon_Give_It

If you don't wanna go looking through all my works, here's what I've got for Hazbin Hotel:

"Just Kiss Already" <- my radioapple series. There are currently four fics in the series. You'll find the first one right here: "De-Lovely"

"To The Pitter Patter of Rain" <- my first fic for Hazbin Hotel, just a lil nugget of the Hazbin crew chilling on a rainy night featuring Alastor and Niffty's adorable relationship <3 (Also featuring some headcanons I have for the weather in the Pride Ring, particularly in regards to acid rain).

"Label Everything in the Refrigerator" <- a budding radioapple one-shot featuring a headcanon I have about the cannibals and how Hell kept over-population in control in the past.

"Terms and Conditions Apply" <- Radiostatic fanfic with the trope of Vox getting his hands on Alastor's soul, but with the added twist that it's all three Vee's that technically own him, not just Vox. There's only two chapters so far, but I have a lot of stuff planned for this one, and a LOT of world-building/headcanons surrounding soul contracts and the rules that go with them. Definitely keep the tags in mind, cuz this is gonna be a dark fic.

"Deepest Desires" <- A angelicradio (Adam/Alastor) fic with omegaverse! If you're looking for world-building, I took many creative liberties with omegaverse and kind of re-wrote it to fit some of the politics and ideas I have surrounding Pentagram City and Hell. Adam/Alastor is my favorite crack-ship :3

Some of these dwell a little into the world-building concepts I have in my master-post, but a few of them (especially my "Just Kiss Already" series) will be going deep into it.

Enjoy!

[goddessofliteratureandsarcasm]

1) This felt like the most obvious group. The boys, the girls, and Jenny (😂 who is an adult, thank you very much, and would absolutely object to being grouped together with a bunch of teenagers).

2) I like these characters, and I enjoy rotating them around gently in the blorbo tumbler in my mind.

3) I don’t hate them, but it’s complicated.

-He’s a cat. He hasn’t done anything too heinous (although I do love Edwin, he should probably have tried bribery at least once before using magic, especially since he already knew that cats are bad news for ghosts 🤷‍♀️), so I don’t hate him. I just don’t particularly care either.

-The Night Nurse is, at heart, a bureaucrat and for that she will always raise my hackles a bit. But, she likes Kashi, she opens the door to hell for Charles, and she let Niko read her rule book which helped her find a way to keep the boys safe. Also, she totally ships Payneland. 😁

-Lilith is…fine? Like, I do love that she gets to be a literal deus ex machina. But, she gave a vindictive witch a shitty version of immortality and then apparently never checked up on her to see what she was doing with it? Put a magical air tag on the people you give powers to and check in on them every few decades or so to make sure they’re not turning evil, it can’t be that hard.

-The Cat King. I have lots of feelings about him, and they are constantly shifting around. I would like to see more of him. I am putting him in the blorbo tumbler, at max speed. 😈

4) I think these are very interesting characters, who serve many narrative purposes. I would very much like to punch them. 😁

5) Bite, bite, bite, kill, kill, kill. 👿

Ok, who wants to keep playing? @nix-nihili, @ouchmyghostskin, @homoquartz, @freudensteins-monster, you in?

Woo! ❤️

Tagging @sasakisniko @honorarypines @edwardianedwin @ingridmatthews @tiredandoptimistic and @tragedy-machine to do this (click the link!)

[millenianthemums]

Bill’s been around like 10 times longer than this universe has. But he’s never had a best friend to goof around and play terrible video games with, so some experiences are still new to him.

[eatingsomegreeneggos]

My uh- My hand slipped 🌟

[redysetdare]

All this aroace character shipcourse has proven to me that a majority of people that interact in fandom cannot actually interact with characters and media outside of shipping and genuinely I believe you need to learn how to interact with media outside of shipping.

[littledevilswaltz]

Obviously s2 act 3 spoilers

She might piece it together after Ekko talks her out of it, but he definitely did it regardless.

Immediate tangent, but I also I thinm he told her about alt Powder. I honestly don't see how she could find the will to exist otherwise.

If you think Jinx dodged the explosion and especially if the post by @here-for-fanart that mentioned that about the cycle Jinx choses to break being her cycle of codependency is also my headcanon now, its makes sense to me that Jinx fucks off in a blimp without telling anyone. Girl wants to see what Ekko (the only person who sees her in totalis) sees in her. She wants to see a glimpse of the girl Ekko saw in the other timeline in herself, but that's not gonna happen if she keeps using the people in her life as Pillars of emotional stability. She gotta figure her own shit out by herself/in a new environment with new relationships entirely disconnected from her old ones (reminds me of Yuki from Fruits Basket).

Uuuuurgh, fuck ALL of you, this ship is all I can think about and y'all are making me WORSE

(He says before posting and continuting to scroll through the timebomb tag)

do you guys think Jinx remembers/knows that's Ekko rewinded time multiple times to keep her from killing herself and it being straining on him or he just did it regardless of her knowing ???? 🥲🥲

i'm not ok!!!!!

[scimagic]

Maybe in different circumstances we could've been friends...

[hrokkall]

DIVINE AUTOPSY

Text from a post by @bedrock-to-buildheight about angel anatomy and the physical manifestations of regret that can only be purged in a bloody vivisection.