#be it rarepair or just Neglected.

[dyrehound]

this is my entire existence at this point

dogs

[brucewaynehater101]

The brainrot is hitting hard today…

On the topic of the Drakes, I usually prefer the unconventional but loving parent type (Bruce x the Drakes is my favorite rarepair) but the idea of a de-aged Toddler Tim having no idea what to do when Jason or another Bat does the “ur a baby I’m gonna pick you up” move because his parents stopped picking him up once he started walking is so heartbreakingly wonderful to me.

even with de-aged Tim fics in general, i prefer when he’s a feral raccoon, but just that specific scene is so addicting.

a whole fic exploring the personality of a three-year-old Tim with limited parental context and his dynamics with Jason in particular is mwah.

and then a week later, he’s deaged again but as a 6-year-old and the family has to deal with a brat with too much time on his hands and too little supervision.

3-year-old tim as a victim of neglectful, bordering abusive, parenting

6-year-old tim as a consequence of neglectful, bordering abusive, parenting

also, bonus if 3 y/o Tim just cam saw the graysons fall and only recognizes Dick after Nightwing does something flippy. “Flippy Dick” being his first words since deaging (i think i saw the nickname in a good parents!drakes post ironically)

Yes! I do adore the angst of the Drakes loving Tim, wanting the world for him, and failing. The black and white "Drakes are bad parents" is great for healing and comfort, but the grey area is where I feel a lot of people are with their own parents. The Drakes trying but never being enough is so intoxicating to read. There's usually only bad parents and good parents for the Drakes.

I also love when the Drakes and Bruce share parenting Tim while the kid fights that at every turn. It's hilarious.

For Kid Tim fics, I can't really stand when he's turned into a "so cute but so sad" version. That child is a gremlin. Therefore, I love when authors hint at angst/abuse, but Tim doesn't realize that something is wrong. For him, that's normal. Why would he know the difference?

The nickname "Flippy Dick/Dickie" is cute and I adore a chaotic 6 year old Tim. A lack of supervision for children (who have issues with impulse control due to their brain development) equates to Tim doing whatever the fuck he wants and not respecting authority. He gets to make decisions for himself because that's how it's always been.

On the same note, fics that have Bruce noticing Tim's lack of supervision and then forcing restrictions on Tim freak me out. Yes, a child should not be making such decisions and should not be alone at such ages. However, Tim, in these AUs, has years of experience doing so. Forcing him to follow Bruce's rules without choice disrespects the systems Tim has built up to protect himself. He should have continued autonomy. The goal is to support him. They should allow Tim to slowly integrate himself into the Wayne family as someone ensures he's getting food regularly, has an adult to rely on, and has all his needs met (however Tim chooses to meet them).

If Tim chooses to relinquish his control over every aspect in his life for some help and relief, then absolutely. Despite this, Tim will need to be treated as closer to an equal than a child due to his experiences. He is still a child, but he's been making choices for himself for a while. He should have the respect and autonomy to continue making decisions in regard to his own being.

I guess I got on a rant, lmao. Anyways, de-aging fics that highlight Tim not being able to hide his chaotic nature as well are amazing

[autisticempathydaemon]

Busybee Ships #7

Rarepairs are fun, I’m bored and/or procrastinating other projects, and the world could always use a little more chaos let’s gooo

Pairing: Lovely/Vincent/Blake's Listener (Bestie)

tw: mild horniness

Also available on AO3!

“I’ve gotta ask- what did the bartender put into your drink to make you look so sad? I’ll fight them for you, if you like. They’re a friend of mine, but that wouldn’t stop me.” A sweet, smooth voice surprises Bestie, making them turn to their left to look into the shining grey eyes and flawless, smiling face next to theirs. 

“And we do think it must be the bartender’s fault,” another charming voice croons from their other side, the barstools bracketing them now occupied. “Since no one would be dumb enough to disappoint you or stand you up.” The two lean into Bestie’s space, their scents mingling and surrounding them in a cloud of leather, cinnamon, and cherries. It’s more intoxicating than the daiquiri weeping on the bartop could ever hope to be. 

“The bartender is fine?��� Bestie hedges, not knowing whose cherry-painted lips and sharp teeth to look at. They dare not look at the eerily, compellingly matching eyes lest the liquor-induced flush on their cheeks grow more noticeable. They decide to look at their hands, wrapped nervously around their neglected drink. “And I’m not sad. Just waiting.”

“And how long have you been waiting?” the man to their left asks, crossing his legs so his knee brushes against theirs. Bestie considers whether they should feel afraid in this moment, wary of starting a lover’s quarrel or fighting off a jealous partner. They stop considering when said partner crosses their arms and rests immaculately manicured fingernails on their arm. 

“A… Um, a while?” The couple tsk in unison, leaning forward to lock eyes and shake their head in exaggerated commiseration. 

“Can you believe that, Lovely? Some schmuck has kept them waiting a while,” the man says, the black fringe of his hair almost tickling their skin as he conspires.

“Can’t believe it for a second, Vincent. Thank god we showed up when we did.” The other stranger- Lovely- winks in their direction, their fingertips a tingling, tantalizing warmth against Bestie’s skin. They’re practically buzzing under their attention– No, that’s actual buzzing. In their pocket, they can feel their phone vibrating, a specific pattern set to a catchy pop earworm from their highschool days. Blake, who they’ve been waiting for for at least an hour, who probably got caught up at those damn meetings he’s been raving about, is finally calling, and Bestie can’t find it in themselves at the moment to give a damn.

“What do you say we get out of here, yeah?”

“Get you a new drink, get the night really started?” Two hands offer to help them off the barstool, and Bestie is too busy taking them to answer their phone. 

[tfdtreasurer]

This is a part 2 to this ask.

Erigam

Now we're getting to the real rarepairs. Erigam. My initial judgement is: mmmmmmmm it's pretty alright. I don't think it's anything to super write home about, but I can see how they make a funny pair. I admit to a lack of ideas for their dynamic mainly stemming from the fact that I don't feel I know too much about Gamzee as a character. Normally if I'm not that much a fan of a character to go to such depths of analysis I'll do with Eridan, I'll delegate to other people's interpretation. The problem with that for Gamzee is that people are super divided on him. Even those that are more charitable to him, which I tend to lean to because my overall interpretation of Homestuck, tend to be divided in their interpretation. So, I guess I'm on my own on this one.

The Dynamic

To start: Gamzee's character, in my view. My general sense about him is that as a result of parental neglect, he was taken in by the subjugglator ideology, which triply represents a gang environment, esoteric spiritual cult, and at the same time, mainstream evangelical religion. So, you kinda know he's gonna come out of it severely fucked up. I'm not like psychiatrist or anything but I also wouldn't rule out some weird psychopathology going on as a result of it. I tend to lean that way though because how faygo and sopor allude to alcohol and drugs respectively, and thus it seems to imply that through his substance abuse, Gamzee was self medicating for the more dangerous parts of his personality. But two very fucked up things canceling each other out isn't a very stable situation. As I will always say, Doc Scratch is the manipulative, abusive guardian of the trolls, and like how Vriska was manipulated directly by using her ego, and Eridan manipulated by her trust in history, Gamzee's constant associations with puppets are not just for kicks, and he's been very deliberately wound up like a spring, to be unleashed when the moment is right. If you trust my analysis about Eridan's villainous turn, that it's like film (jack) noir, Gamzee's is like a jack (noir) in the box. So, we can start to see how they make a decent duo symbolically and as villains.

There's also the question of what to consider when analyzing: red or black? Well, god gave us quadrant vacillation for a reason, so why not dip our toes in both.

As a dynamic, I can certainly see where caliginous feelings arise. This is reaching back into some of my primeval analysis of Eridan, shit back from when I was a kid and was first reading homestuck, back to my first reasons liking her: Like how a lot of the trolls are meant to represent kinds of online archetypes, I saw Eridan as representing the archetype of militant atheist. Constantly insistent on the fakeness of magic, including Gamzee's belief in miracles, makes it pretty clear how they would come to disagree and potentially despise each other. True believer v non believer. Faithful v faithless. To put into more Homestuck terms: Gamzee is pure prospit, optimistic, credulous, oriented in favor of creation; Eridan is pure derse, cynical, skeptical, oriented against creation. Creationist, anti creationist. Like, you can get it, there's only so many ways to put it I guess, but all of it works as an excuse for the kismesissitude angle.

Villain Duo

Normally, I like analyzing Homestuck with the idea that it did not originally intend to end so cynically, with so many dead children, and many of our protagonists being under-developed as characters. I also tend to choose murderstuck as the point of divergence from canon, as it allows the big trio of Vriska, Gamzee, and Eridan to perform the moral wrongs that are vital to their characters, while also being the narrative spot to prevent everybody else dying, and setting up both the time and space for everybody to develop positively under Karkat's leadership, which is a defining part of how things could've turned out for the better. For this post though, I'm not gonna make it all sunshine and rainbows, because I think for the most fun with Erigam is less immediately about their redemption from their villainous roles in canon, and much more their blundering cartoon villainy together as a pair.

While Eridan's run as villain was a lot more short lived, but they're both notable for being the two only "true" villainous troll kids, left unredeemed and unforgiven by the narrative by the end. Eridan, at least in my biased opinion, works well as a villain. She's capable of the same menace as Jack Noir, but unlike him, is more talkative, when dialogue is Homestuck's strength. So, for this hypothetical, we're just gonna extend Eridan's lease in the narrative, and let her be another long term villain. It's a good thing to do, because one of Gamzee's weaknesses as a villain is the relative obscurity of his "why." He's a puppet doing things for the forces that use him, but at the least, it'd be nice to know his opinion on the whole thing. Having a character that is a villain alongside him, and especially one that will endlessly argue with him, gives the narrative plenty of space to flesh out his motivation and exposit important information for the audience. For how they bounce of off each other, it's good that they're both vulgar. It's good that they're able to at least promote their own supremacy over each other's castes. Imma be real though, it's bad that they're both purple. Gamzee is a headache enough to read at times. Idk, let Eridan lose her fuckin shit for real this time, go truly off the deep end, grimnoir mode, for no other reason than to make her text black.

As I discussed in their dynamic, these two are very nearly diametrically opposed in motivation, which makes their kismesissitude obvious, but why they would team up as villains together not so much. It's simple: cahoots. Like her relationship with Vriska, Eridan's reason to work with her kismesis is an alliance of convenience. You can have a lot of fun with two villains that work together but not to the same ends. It provides a lot of interesting push and pull, and for the sake of narrative, ways for heroes to poke holes in their villainous plans. For example, Imagine the scene where one's villainous monologue to whichever of the ensemble protagonists is disrupted by the other, and they erupt into an argument that serves as deus ex machina for the protagonist escaping or making their way to their objective. Imagine the comedic potential of cutting back to them at whatever moment you need. At the same time, imagine the thematic potential of a character with false god tier, and a character who doesn't even believe in the reality of god tier powers.

Til Death Does Them Part

I know what you're asking: Where does the vacillation come in? Well, in this hypothetical, besides it just possibly being interspersed during their villainy, I would say the main thrust of red romance would coincide with whatever potential for redemption that the narrative deems to give them. Because y'know, they're still children, still being manipulated by darker more powerful forces, we can sympathize with them even as they do wrong things. Even then, Gamzee is still comedy and tragedy. And like those Greek plays of old, while a comedy may end in marriage, tragedies typically don't. Oftentimes redemption requires sacrifice, and what is better to embody both the marriage ending of comedy and deadly ending of tragedy than their marriage, or symbol thereof, happening simultaneously as their final act of sacrifice that redeems them? I can certainly imagine a symbol of marriage common in Homestuck, and a character with a free finger for it, and the how the destruction of it would be pretty thorough in destroying the wearer too (I'm suggesting that Gamzee put a ring on Eridan as they fall into a volcano together, if it wasn't obvious).

Maybe you don't have to end it like that. Maybe you want to go deeper with their story and let them be redeemed in life. The switch from amusing antagonist pair to amusing side characters is perfectly fine in terms of having fun with it. Now, is it as poetic as the comic-tragic ending? Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Conclusion

Well I started this saying that I can see them as funny and then accidentally analyzed my way into a huge bummer ending. Just couldn't help myself. I'm a English major, I see a character that alludes to sock and buskin masks and immediately start thinking of their bittersweet ending. But the ship does absolutely have narrative potential, and while it maybe depends on a controversial understanding of Gamzee, I will bump it up to "cute" tier.

Remember folks, the ask box is open and free. You too can goad the moron behind the screen into typing... Shit, that's ~1500 words shipping Erigam. c'est la vie. Well you can get me to write this much about your ship of choice is the point. I also do non ship stuff. Whatever random nonsense as long as it's Eridan related.

Next up: wwixards!

[lily-alphonse]

Not sure if this is a rarepair but I love Sam x Penny so much- I feel like they would be so sweet together and have a big happy family <3

Pretty sure this is one of those that gets neglected because of how basic it is perceived as (like Halex my beloved)

*Goes to search them on AO3* Ok it looks like there are 11 fics featuring only Penny/Sam so yeah I'd say that qualifies even though its technically canon(ish).

Good news though, I've already written them a fic! You can find it here: "But You Still Are A Kid" I liked imagining how they might have gotten together in high school, with Penny trying to tutor Sam who struggles with ADHD.

Another one of those 11 belongs to the great @sunflower1me , "Be More Careful" I am plugging them because they are the sweetest and are an absolute machine when it comes to pumping out drabbles/ficlets.

But just to speak on it more in general I do like the idea of a nerd and a class clown type getting together. Maybe even a little bad-boy streak perhaps? I love opposites attracting fr.

Maybe Sam talks endlessly and Penny is more reserved, but she likes him filling the silence. She keeps him in line and he pushes her to be a bit more adventurous in life. I think they'd have super cute dates. And they would definitely be excellent parents.

What would we name this ship? I like "vintage" for Penny since she is classic, she likes artifacts and history and stuff. Not sure how to combine that with something for Sam though. My mind says Vintage Clown-something but it's not going anywhere.

Send me any Stardew Valley rarepair and I will tell you how I would make them work! (Even non-marriage npcs) If youre lucky you may get a mini fic out of it. Check the list below to see if Ive already answered yours

Rarepair Masterlist

[correctproseka]

If we're talking about rarepairs what do you think of Kanade/Akito? I just think it's neat how they're so focused on their goals they neglect themselves. also the idea of Akito 'stealing' Kanade from Ena is really funny to me.

I cant think much other than the BETRAYED face Ena has everytime they'd flirt help. Its hilarious. "I cant believe you would do this to me" to them both.

Also this is very much a "wakes up 6am"/"goes to sleep 6am (forced)" ship, Akito wakes up refreshed to go on his morning walk AND WHY YHE FUCK IS KANADE STILL WORKING GO TO SLEEP.

They have the late evening and the night for themselves though, I feel like they'd stay at home a lot.

But the supplies of pancakes and cup noodles never end with them.

[sagethegremlin]

u tagging my candlemic post with fic ideas makes me SO HAPPY ^—^ unfortunately i'm very bad at writing my obscure yuri (only one fic for both candlemic And belleamy) so i'm glad to have more candlemic soldiers 🙏 (even if u don't actually write them) (and its not like i own them or anything) (just letting u know i smiled bigly)

NO THAT POST WAS FIRING OFF SOME NEURONS IN MY BRAIN ok so I have this ii18 epilogue fic that Ive spent forever trying to plan correctly thats basically a bunch of drabbles with characters based off of PRIDE. by kendrick lamar and I had mic and candle paired up to the lyric “i dont love people enough to put my faith in man” because with mic she obviously cared about taco but no matter how much she cared no matter how much she loved her she would never be able to fully put her faith in her, and with candle she helped the people around her and you could tell that she cared, but she never really put her faith in them and ended up being manipulative in her actions

AND THEN YOUR POST COMES ALONG AND OUGH OK there’s a very interesting parallel to be drawn between the two when it comes to expressing emotions because mic struggled a lot in the show with vocalizing (heh) how she was feeling and especially with feeling a lot but candle was very collected and often blunt with people and like you said, accidentally coming off as cold and harsh to others. I’m not really articulating it right but I’m trying to say they’re kinda like opposites in that way (while obviously being different now)

ALSO YOUR COMPARISON OF TACO AND CANDLE OUGH and idk I just REALLY like the way you worded “[taco] neglects the parts of herself she thinks gets in the way of her logic“ like YEAH and if we extend that to candle she’s neglecting what she thinks gets in the way of her game and we see that with her interactions with yin-yang, silver, and honestly hints of it even back with ojs elimination

im rambling now but yeah 👍 i LOVE random yuri rarepairs they will ALWAYS make me insane

[tigerlyla-of-metinna]

It was always only Cirvran, Cyrus, Iornon, someone else… And I made my pictures, and waited and waited for some good people to notice vernilla…but people came only to laugh and insult. They gave me false hope instead of real interest or help with the ship. Nobody is interested in writing about VC. Nobody is interested in drawing VC. No one is interested in praising VC and reblogs. You too.

When a new drawing with a cirvran or ceris appears, it’s boom. When a new drawing from the CC appears, no one except the haters on reddit cares…

No one cares how much time and effort I spent on a screenshot or how much money on an unfortunate commission (which I often struggle with finances)…. It’s not a popular ship, which means it’s not worth your attention.

When a new drawing with the VC appeared, I wanted to rejoice with you and others in my joy. You didn't appreciate it. Instead, you supported a fanfic about the murder of the VC, making me understand where the place for this ship is.

Before I answer this essay. I'll answer the 2nd shorter message you sent me.:

First, talk to a therapist/counselor. Or a friend (Sol isn't a friend, have you seen what that person wrote behind your back?) that you've not pissed off with your years worth of harassing spams. This, is also spam: just worded differently but still the same. This is the reason why you are infamous: the anon spam, the force-feeding of your RocheCiri ship to not only those who pair Ciri or Roche with anyone else, but monkey-branching the ship to unrelated fandoms.

"Nobody is interested in drawing VC. No one is interested in praising VC and reblogs. You too."

Excuse me? Nobody? There are fanarts posted on your IG, and here on tumblr about VC, others who made screenshots of VC, an ai of Vernilla, and even mentioned you as inspiration. People here even reblogged your screenshots, including me! stories have been written when you requested from the right people. It's not hard to look. You had notes that exceeded twenty!

But you did not appreciate these fine folks who did this for you. You choose to ignore the support. It's always Freaky Friday with you: You lavish attention to the dislikes and neglected your supporters. All you notice are those who don't like the rareship. All you talk/air about are those who hate RocheCiri, envy at other pairings. As for those who did show support, you attacked them for having and liking other ships, deface their art, and harrassed them -and their followers- with spam!

Change your focus! Look at the supporters, if there is still some left after how you've been treating and ignoring them lately. Go back to your old posts and see the notes and reblogs! Learn to show appreciation!

When a new drawing from the CC appears, no one except the haters on reddit cares…

....Big mistake: reddit is nuclear toxic than this hellsite. You had a bad, nay, terrible experience on reddit and decided to drag even your supporters along with them. I do not post my Cirivran shots because I know I will get roasted. I posted my fanart of Cirivran and it got a good roasting. Also, responding to hate with aggression, especially on reddit, will bite you in the ass.

here are the curated response I got when posting my Heirs of Nilfgaard:

Cirivran or Ciri x Morvran isn't for everyone, just as Roche x Ciri isn't for everyone. But that is ok. You can't force those who don't like it to like it. I cannot force Roche x Ves, Roche x Iorveth, Ciri x Cerys to accept my ship. Respect differences of opinions and you will get along with the multishippers and your little rarepair will sail smoothly with others.

Do you see me rant and rave about how there are those who hate this ship? I focus on the support, not the hate.

Shipping isn't a pageantry or a popularity contest. I do not ship Cirivran to be popular. I help Cirivran EXIST by making art, editing shots, writing snippets and supporting those who write them.

Same with an even rarepair CirixRegis or Ciregis. I contribute to it's existence (not popularity), by sharing pics. Another rarepair that has not left the shores yet is Ceskel (CerysxEskel), and one of this days, I will put this into the fandom seas!

I did my part with Roche Ciri by sharing it on IG, linking your tumblr accounts and reblogging. I would've made a Roche fanart (I had Roche wearing Nilf colors based on your shots in the works for 2023). I would even do it for free! But what do I get for my support? SPAM HATE for MY SHIP and personal insults!

I do not reward nasty behavior!

"No one cares. No one appreciates. No one is interested."

These are all over every spam you sent. The antagonizing. The gaslighting. You need help. Professional help. Get off the fandom, off social media, off the world wide web. Go take a vacation, see some sights, explore other mediums.

TLDR:

Stop the spam. Notice AND appreciate your supporters instead. Take a break. And get off Reddit! STOP. THE. SPAM.

Until you get yourself sorted out, I will no longer respond to anything you send, and dump them straight to the bin.

[poishy]

As I am currently in rarepair hell- gimmie some hippo/kaiser goodness.

or soda/bull goodness

~ fan-mans

One Royal Army n Soda Bull, coming up !! (It became a little angsty i hope u dont mind)

🪖 Royal Army 👑

Seeing as both are on the aro spectrum, their relationship isn't smth that can easily be defined by romantic terms. In the easiest terms, they're in a long distance relationship, and don't do much pda aside from hugs.

Kaiser normally takes A While to warm up to people, much less get into relationships, but Hippo was a particular case cause he just felt so enarmoured with his persona, language n culture, similar to his friendship with Hondo. The latter two r some of Kaiser’s SI’s. Hippo in turn was glad someone took interest, n that’s kinda how their click began !!

They can butt heads A Lot, but they still work well together, mainly thanks to the fact they communicate rly well.

For example, when Kaiser gets into one of his PTSD/autistic isolation moods, Hippo used to have a tendency to become rly clingy toward him whenever he did, since that's how he was raised. Reach out to people when they become distant. They've compromised by texting eachother instead whenever this happens, and giving each other space if necessary.

It wasn’t always like that though. Hippo is very open emotionally, while Kaiser's more closed off. Kaiser in general has a lot of difficulty expressing his emotions, let alone identifying them, since he has instilled into his mind that showing any kind of emotion (lest it's anger) is weakness, and the last thing he wants to do is look weak. Guy already feels like he's fallen from grace w/ boxing, he does not wanna look any weaker than he already does.

One day, this comes to a boiling point, wherein Hippo requires support during a particularly bad meltdown, but Kaiser can’t give him what he needs due to being so emotionally constipated. He even ends up panicking, which he absolutely does not want Hippo to see, so he leaves right there and then. Hippo of course doesn’t take that well n assumed Kaiser didn’t care. They do eventually both calm down, but Hippo nevertheless did feel hurt and neglected. Kaiser feels ashamed of himself, and decides enough is enough. He hurt someone close to him thanks to his own issues, and he does not want that happen again. So he ends up seeking help, even if it means facing the impossible. He gets help for his PTSD as well as autism n traumas. He gets some meds n does a Whoooole bunch of talk therapy and EMDR and everything slowly becomes easier from there on out. Emphasis on Slowly.

They're pretty equal in sparring partners, seeing as both are in the minor circuit.

That said, both also are close to retirement, Kaiser more so, even if he doesn't want to admit it. Kaiser doesn't dare think of it, since fighting's all he's ever known, and he doesn't know who he is without it. It’s something Hippo’s willing to work on it together with Kaiser though.

Kaiser seeks approval, even if he doesn't realize it as he tends to isolate himself whenever he feels bad. Hippo is of course happy to reach out, but he does occassionally feel like what he's doing isn't enough. This fear is mainly instilled him due to his mother's untimely death, and their relationship being a becoming a bit more rocky and distant when Hippo decided to pursue a boxing career. Plus, Kaisers issues sometimes feel so towering to him, he doesn’t know how to support him aside from talking n cuddling.

On a brighter note, like i said before, they still make it work because they care a ton about each other n r willing to take the leap into the unknown together. Even if for Kaiser it means facing his emotions and inner demons. Even if for Hippo it means not always being able to have all the answers and control.

🐂 RedBull 🫧

It took A Rly long time for Bull to open up to Soda. Thanks to Soda's endless patience n friendly attitude though, he eventually got through his walls.

Bull's way of showing affection is acts of service as well as gifts. When he once gave Soda a Turkish delight as a gift, he knew he was smitten.

Soda's love language in turn is Much physical affection

Another way Bull likes showing affection is teasing. c'mon weve seen how the guy is in the ring when he isnt angry. He literally dances like a chicken when he wins in contender mode. I think bull can at least b a lil silly, as a treat.

Bull is big spoon n sodas little spoon >:)))

Another way they're pretty compatible is that Soda is a great sparring partner for Bull. Bull can be... pretty intense, but Soda can handle him well! He's a great equal to Bull.

Another thing they love doing together is dance ! Mainly in a silly manner, but they have slow danced in private before too :]

Bull loves telling Soda all about his start of his boxing career when Doc was still training him. There are some things he keeps secret though, like how to learn the legendary star punch...

''Please Bull, just a hint? I can keep a secret!''

''I know you can, that's not the problem...''

''Then what is?''

*gives him a kiss on the nose* ''You're behind on the kissing quota for that secret, Im going to need atleast a million more...''

And then Soda lifts him n starts kissing him like a woodpecker >:)))

[burstfoot]

could i interest you in some more Whisperain rarepairs?

whispy x andreana narratively neglected purple women's club. They both know Something about the sea that's affected them, but they're both trying real hard to ignore it

whispy x warfarin from the bits in whispys profile warfy appears in. admittedly not that much here, just a fun medic x medic, fucked up immortal x different kind of fucked up immortal thingy

whispy x robin, rhodes movieclub galpals

And then the relatively more popular whisperain x weedy, they've got actual canon interactions, weedy built a movie theater for her, whispy took her out on a date to the rhodes horrormare mansion thing from that one skinline. A nice classic(?)

Whispy/Andreana: Has potential! Another one where a fic could super sell me on the but mostly neutral atm Whispy/Warfarin: I'm not sure I 100% see the vision but I support Warfarin's pursuit of women with fucked up biology 100%, and the immortal angle is always very juicy Whispy/Robin: I THINK THIS IS REALLY CUTE... I like a lot of Robin pairings, and since they both love movies so much I think it's a really good fit for them. Also Whispy is mentioned TWICE in Robin's module text so they're basically married Whispy/Weedy: Theoretically stuff here, but I prefer Blaze/Weedy I think... just not a lot of chemistry for me!

[thebeckster]

May 2024 Casual Prompt Fill

Didn't think I was going to have anything for the prompts this month over at @love-bokumono-fics, nothing really struck a note of inspiration this month. But I was looking at the choices again tonight and suddenly had an idea. So I spent 30 minutes putting this down on paper.

It's an alternate prompt, using Livestock rather than the winning choice of Rarepairs. I've been itching over the last couple days to start up a new file on a farm sim just to have the fun experience of starting anew. I might have to boot up another FoMT file tomorrow, because writing this fic did not scratch that itch entirely lol

You can read the fic on AO3, but since it's pretty short, the whole thing is here too. Enjoy!

A New Friend

Pete had been waiting for this day all his life. Or it felt like it. Really just in the last couple weeks had the idle daydream had a chance of becoming reality.

Today he was going to buy a chicken!

Most people wouldn’t see such an occasion as something so monumental, but for a fledgling farmer it was a significant milestone. Ever since moving onto the farm, he’s scrimped and saved every spare penny into an old pickle jar which he’d labeled confidently as his “Livestock Fund.” And he had just enough saved up for a chicken and some feed.

He’d put blood, sweat, and tears into repairing the ramshackle chicken coop on the property, sealing up the walls to keep his future hens safe and snug, salvaging and repairing the nesting boxes and feed silo, he’s even built a fenced in little yard for them to scratch around in and enjoy the fresh air and sunshine on nice days.

Rick had been by yesterday to inspect Pete’s work on the coop, and it had passed his inspection. So as soon as the Poultry Shop opened, Pete was going to walk in and ask Lilia for their finest hen.

Pete looked around his farm, still rather raggedy looking, clearing out all of the weeds and debris after so many neglected years was a harder job than he anticipated, but he could see its potential so clearly in his mind’s eye. Acres of lush crops, wide pastures with a variety of livestock happily grazing, the contended cluck of chickens scratching for bugs to eat.

A farm just wasn’t a farm without animals.

Sure Pete had his dog, the happy little puppy he’d adopted when he moved in was going to grow to be a fine farm dog. But he needed more than a pet companion. If his farm was going to be successful, he needed livestock. Cows and sheep seemed pretty complicated for a brand new farmer, but a chicken seemed to be perfectly on his level. He’d read every book on chickens the library had. He was so ready for this!

The morning seemed to crawl by as Pete did his chores, watering the plots of crops he had planted, clearing out the few weeds that were stubbornly trying to grow back in the tilled soil, picking what forage he could from the mountain. Every penny mattered, and while he knew the chicken was going to help him make more money, he also knew he was taking on another mouth to feed.

Finally the time came for the store to open and Pete hurried, though he tried not to run, to the neighboring farm. Brimming with excitement, he strode through the doors, slammed his money on the counter and proclaimed, “Lillia, your finest hen please!”

The shopkeeper laughed kindly at the display and pulled a small cage out from behind the counter. “Popuri picked her out just for you. She said the two of you would be a perfect match.”

Pete beamed at the bird, she was beautiful. Snowy white feathers, little red face, bright black eyes, yellow beak and feet. She seemed mildly disgruntled, ruffling her feathers at the cage and glaring suspiciously at Pete. When he peered closer she shook herself and made a few low, disapproving clucks.

“She’s perfect! Has she got a name?”

“You have the honor of naming her. She’s just gotten old enough to begin laying, but it might take her a few days to settle in. Once she’s happy and comfortable in her new home she should be a wonderful addition to your farm. Her mother is a prodigious layer, so you’ll have plenty of eggs to sell and eat soon enough.”

“Then I’ll have to think up a good name for her. Something that suits her.”

Still smiling, Lillia began counting Pete’s money. “Take your time and let her personality come out. She’s just been called ‘hey chicken’ while she’s been with us. We usually wait til they’re grown before naming them. Saves us from having a chicken named Sweetpea with the personality of an angry demon. Now you’ll be wanting some feed too? I’ll send Rick over with it later.” She closed the till and wrote out a receipt for Pete and a small pouch of feed. “Now you take your new friend home and get her settled, having a snack will help her feel at home in the new coop. And don’t forget, if you have any questions or concerns, we’re here for all your poultry needs!”

With a cheerful wave, she sent Pete out the door. As he walked, he held the cage close to his chest, looking down at his new chicken more than the road in front of him. She continued clucking softly, as if commenting on the scenery or conversing with Pete all the way back.

“You are chatty,” Pete laughed as he stepped onto his farm. “Maybe Cathy? Hmm… no. Well, we’re here. Take a look around at your new home.” And he held the cage out for the chicken to see. “I know it doesn’t look like much, but I have plans for it, and you’re going to help me make them come true.”

He carried the chicken to the coop and opened the cage for her. He waited excitedly for her to step out on her own and begin looking around. She was slow and hesitant at first, taking cautious steps around the coop, she flinched every time Pete moved, fluttering away with an alarmed squawk, but she became braver when he tipped some of the feed out for her to eat. When she ate what he’d given her she looked at him expectantly. With a laugh, he tipped some of the feed into his palm.

The hen didn’t waste much time approaching him and inspecting the food in his hand, and when she decided he was safe she happily ate.

When she had finished her snack, Pete opened the door which led to the fenced in enclosure he’d built. She was quite happy to have the sunshine and fresh air available to her and moved quickly into the yard. Pete watched her inspect every corner and scratch around, and when he was content that she couldn’t break through the fence, he let her be and returned to his work.

He worked in the fields closest to the coop, so he could keep half an eye on his new chicken while he cleared out more debris. His dog came over to investigate the new addition and Pete had a very serious talk with the puppy that the chicken here was a friend, not food. It was his dog’s job to protect their friends, not scare them. And the puppy seemed to understand, or perhaps he just had gained a healthy respect for the chicken already. She had squawked and pecked at his nose when he came sniffing around her fence.

All the while Pete worked the chicken chattered. Maybe she just missed the noise of the other chickens at the poultry farm, or maybe she just liked hearing herself talk. Pete entertained himself with the idea that the chicken was commenting on his work, complimenting his technique with the scythe, criticizing him for not giving her the worms he uncovered when he moved a rock. Once, he was certain she actually laughed at him when he’d misjudged how robust an old stump was and ended up getting his axe stuck in the wood. He’d managed to get it unstuck with no small amount of effort, and all the while he struggled the chicken clucked and clucked.

“You never stop talking, do you?” Pete panted, sitting on the ground next to the fence and wiping sweat from his brow. “Got a lot to say. Like my very own peanut gallery. Hey!” He perked up. “That’s a good name for you, Peanut. What do you think? Cluck once for yes and twice for no.”

The chicken stared at him for a moment, her eyes narrowed in thought. Then she jerked her head in what almost looked like a nod and clucked once.

“Peanut is it.” He reached through the fence and brushed a couple fingers over Peanut’s feathered head. “Welcome to the farm, Peanut old girl. You and me are going to be good friends. I can tell.”

Peanut pecked at his fingers in annoyance, and stalked out of reach ruffling her feathers.

Pete chuckled and flopped back into the grass. “Start of a beautiful friendship.”

[yujeong]

Fanfic Writing - New Year's Resolutions

Hey fellow fic writers <3 I know it's still not the end of the year, but it's December and I'm impatient, so I would like to share with you my writing plans for 2024 and ask you to do so too, if you want to. My Ao3 for convenience is Yuujeong, where you can check out all the things I'll be referencing below. So, in my case, I *hope* that in 2024, I will be able to: - write at least one more chapter for "Little House on the Hill" (I make no promises though, I've kind of moved on from that fic, even though it holds such a special place in my heart) - write and post the third installment of my "Heroes and Villains" series (I have neglected this one for months but I hadn't figured out this fic completely up until last month, when the full picture of it came to me and I managed to get unstuck. Hopefully, next year you'll be reading it) - finish and post the sequel to "Broken Vows" (istg I haven't forgotten it, on the contrary, it haunts my dreams, it's just such a tricky little shit that I ended up asking for help about it. It'll be in such capable hands now, and I hope people will enjoy reading it) - continue my Kim&Pete fic series (the second installment won't be too difficult to write - she says, as if she doesn't need at least a month for a fic to be written and edited before posting - but the one after that will be multi-chaptered and looong, so I'll need time and a lot of effort to pull it off. 2024 *will* see this series written and concluded though, I swear) - ARMPETE!! (I have a fic I've been meaning to work on for months now and it'll probably end up not being multi-chaptered as I intended at first. Unfortunately the inspiration for more than that has run out BUT I will enrich the fandom with this rarepair or so help me-) - write at least one BostonNick fic (there's one that's the most likely to be written, which is about Boston getting a haircut and I think it's cute and would love to explore the idea. Also, a Nick character study fic because my boy deserves the world) - write smut! Yep, in 2024 we're getting horny baby (prepare for some VP somno shenanigans, because there's not nearly enough of it in the fandom and that's a huge shame) - participate in at least one fandom event (the kpts Big Bang, while stressful for multiple reasons, was incredibly fun and I would love to do something like that again - same goes for things like Secret Santa events which are cool too) - try writing fics for some of my other favorite shows besides kpts (kpts was unique in the way only TMNT has been for me before, which was it giving me so many brainworms I needed to express my self artistically in the only way I was capable. In 2024, I would like to revisit some of my favorite shows and figure out if the same can happen with them too) I probably have more to share but I'll leave it here. Now, for the tags, I'd love to see the plans of @wisteria-daydreamer @wretchedamaranth @xxhappy-chickenxx @coleslaww @raksh-writes @mightymightygnomepriest @lu-sn @suzteel @fleet-off @justanothervariant @theoldastronomer @dual-desires @emberfaye @tsttoain @thisautistic and ALL the other people who are escaping my mind rn but their works are equally important! Please, if you want to share your writing plans, do so and tag me, I'd love to see them <3

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[lily-alphonse]

Emily/Abigail the gem girls plss

This one is hot. How do they fit together though? (imagining a scenario of Emily spraying Abigail with water for trying to eat her crystals lol)

SOME AO3 RESEARCH LATER

Oh damn this one is very rare. I got nothing from that research lol. Come on guys we need people on this one the sapphics are being neglected once again!

Ok let's see.

I imagine them actually getting close because they are both very naturally affectionate people. They love hugs and teasing and stuff.

When Abigail and her friends start coming to play pool at the saloon every Friday night it starts out with compliments and “honey”, “dollface.” Abigail loves Emily’s style, and Emily loves Abigail’s makeup. (I headcanon Abigail can do a FIERCE cateye wing in her sleep). As Emily gets more comfortable with them she starts coming over to lean on Abigail (since Emily is tall and lanky and Abby is short) and calling her “BB” and “sugar” and even her girlfriend. “Oh my girlfriend is here look at that smokey eye oh my YOBA!”

Abby ends up looking forward to Fridays a lot for their little interactions. And if Emily ever comes into her dad’s store it makes her day. So Abby wonders why they don’t hang out outside of work. But the more she thinks about it, the more she thinks she doesn’t just want to hang out. She actually kind of wants to date her for real.

But Emily’s never given any indication that it was anything but teasing, and she’s a bit older, and it’s literally just her job to be sweet with everyone. That’s Abby’s rationalization for skipping the saloon that Friday, at least.

Maybe it’s concern, or her friends getting involved, or simply divine intervention, but Emily tracks her down Saturday morning. And at what is likely the worst possible time, too, since Abby is up by the lake practicing her flute where no one can bother her.

She’s startled when she stops playing and hears clapping.

She whirls around to the source of the sound to see Emily in a colorful homemade sweater. “Bravo!” she calls out, crunching through the leaves to meet her.

Abby just about drops the flute in a panic. “You weren’t supposed to hear that,” she says sheepishly.

“The flute AND the drums, that’s impressive,” Emily says with a smile, coming to sit down next to her on the boulder she was leaning against. “And it’s just me BB, I’m a far greater embarrassment than you could ever be.”

Abby scoffs, putting her flute back in its case.

“I’m serious, you’re so incredibly talented,” Emily counters.

Abby would turn back to look at her again if she wasn’t blushing. “Thanks.”

“Are you okay?” Emily asks, concern edging in her voice. “We missed you last night.”

Abby turns to meet her eyes then, wishing her expression would tell her if she meant “we” or just her. But she doesn’t find the answer in her eyes.

Emily loops their arms as she often does, but also takes her hand, threading their fingers together. Abby can’t breathe.

“You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?” Emily asks carefully.

“There’s nothing wrong I just…” Her heart is pounding. She can barely think but she wills herself to continue. “I like you, Em.”

Abby expects the world to fall out from under her but it doesn’t. Emily’s face barely even changes. She doesn’t seem surprised, her smile just grows a bit. “I like you too, BB.”

Oh no. It’s her worst fear. She’s turning it into their game, or a misunderstanding, and she’s going to have to repeat herself and its going to be so awkward. “No like, I… like-like you.”

Emily nods. “I know what you mean.”

Abby is still stuck in disbelief, when Emily just finally leans over and kisses her.

“Amethyst” would make a banger fic title for this pairing lol

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[faemytho]

Licolmond "Just sit down and let me help you. I'm here for you. You're not alone anymore."

(Also trans woman Licorice if you want)

alright anon lets do this. i gotta reclaim my title as rarepair empress. sorry i did not use the sentence word-for-word, but it still follows the vibe and feeling of it!

word count: 693, pre-established relationship, ex-COD licorice, transwoman she/her licorice.

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Pale yellow eyes met solid brown, and the cookie behind the interrogation table gave a little huff, a raised brow accentuating the sound. Almond sighed, tapping his pen on the paper in front of him.

"So," Almond said, "this is quite the list of crimes you have racked up here, Licorice Cookie."

"What can I say?" The woman gave a wheezing laugh, resting her handcuffed hands on the table. "Got your attention, didn't it?"

He sighed, wishing sorely that he had thought to bring his coffee into the interrogation room. "If you want my attention, there are better ways of going about getting it."

"Such as?" Licorice rolled her eyes. "You're pretty much married to your work."

"Magical Emergency Handling is important, Licorice," Almond sighed, the words practiced and tired and echoed from countless times of being said before, "and I can't let these crimes of yours go unanswered."

"Wait wait, you're serious?" Licorice looked alarmed, sitting up in her seat. "Almond. You're actually serious about this?"

Almond gave her a flat look, eyes flicking down to the handcuffs that bound her wrists together and sealed her magic. She followed his gaze, deflating slightly in her seat.

"Illegal use of magics ranging from improper summoning to forbidden arts, public endangerment, public disruption, resisting Parfaedian law enforcement..." Almond listed off a few more things, before pausing and looking at the cookie across the table.

She had slumped down in her seat, looking rather upset. Almond sighed again, and taking a moment to readjust his patience, set aside the pen and paper.

"What's really wrong, Licorice?" he asked, reaching across the table to take her handcuffed hands into his own. "I know you like your dramatics, but this incident today wasn't like you at all."

Licorice didn't answer, but she didn't pull away the way she would have if this weren't serious. She craved physical contact, especially when she was in need of comfort. It was always a surefire way to calm her down from some anxiety attack or something else that had caused her distress.

"Licorice," Almond tried again, gently rubbing his thumbs on the backs of her hands. "I can't help if I don't know how to. Let me try."

Licorice took in a shuddering breath. She let it out slowly, and then spoke. "I just... miss you. A lot," she added, when Almond paused. "And I know you'll be home at night, but I'm... alone all day. And you're always working. It just feels like we don't get to spend any time together! Not like how we used to."

Licorice wasn't looking at him, gaze turned down, and a cold stone dropped in his stomach. Had she done all this just to get his attention? Had he been neglecting her?

"I'm sorry," Almond said, voice faltering, and he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry," he tried again, stronger. "My job is important, but... you are more important."

Licorice looked up at him then, eyes carefully narrowed. "You're not just saying that, are you?"

Almond shook his head. "I'm glad you told me. I had no idea I was making you feel this way. It was not my intention to neglect you, and I'll see about taking some more time off of work, but... please don't do something like this ever again? Pardoning all of this is going to be a pain..."

Licorice laughed, bright and happy. "I won't," she said, "so long as you actually follow through."

Almond sighed, but couldn't help the huff of laughter that escaped him. He stood, moving over to the other side of the table.

"How about this," he said, pulling out the key to the magic suppressant handcuffs clamped around her wrists, "I'll leave early tonight, and we can go out to dinner somewhere."

The cuffs unlocked, and Licorice looked up at him, rubbing absent-mindedly at her wrists. There was a smile on her face, one she couldn't hide no matter how hard she was trying to.

"That sounds amazing," Licorice said, her smile soft and happy.

Because if she felt neglected enough to do something like this, he would drop everything to make her feel better.

[m3gahet]

61 85 and 87 for nabgaar?

61. How would they describe their S/O in one word?

I’m gonna give you their initial reactions to the question then once the question was explained.

(Cuz it’s funny)

And then I’ll elaborate

Nathan: Uh…Small and…tall? Oh- um loyal? Yeah that for both of them I guess.

Loyalty is really important to Nathan and I think the show tells us that throughout the series. It can veer into iffy territory when it comes to arguments/taking sides where he seems to want blind loyalty/Loyalty without question. (Ex. Dethdinner. He’s in the wrong but he’s stubborn so Pickles, Toki and Murderface leaving is a betrayal.)

Skwisgaar is always shown by Nathan and with the exception of Fatherklok where he is dealing with his own shit and after the break up Skwisgaar is the only one to stick by Nathan as well as defend him by telling the others multiple times he’s capable of apologizing. It isn’t blind loyalty to Skwisgaar it’s seeing the good and bad about the situation he clearly knows is Nathan’s fault and still choosing to stay. How the fuck is nategaar a RAREPAIR-

Robin is a little harder to explain without the context of her new timeline which if you’re in the server you already know (or if you’re @thatwritingho ) but two major themes with Robin’s character are devotion and determination. While Robin leaves after the band splits (She’s only an assistant at this point. No band? No job.) she comes back to look for Toki and fully intends on staying even though her and Nathan aren’t on speaking terms when Charles throws her into full band management (it’s a whole thing I’m not getting into it rn)

TLDR: even though he was pissed at her then he can appreciate she came back and stayed when he was still being dickhead.

Robin: Stupid- Okay okay! You don’t have to fucking yell- uh…Protective and compassionate? Good? Good. Now fuck off-

Nathan is protective I think that’s pretty self explanatory. Even if he tries to pretend he doesn’t care he clearly does and often gets physical in regard to protecting the band. With Robin he’s a little too protective and it can get on her nerves that he thinks she can’t handle herself but she recognizes the care and appreciates it!

But seriously stop fucking hovering, Nate.

Describing Skwisgaar as talented or handsome feels shallow to her. She sees how much he wants to be valued for something else and she gets it. He’s more than just a “guitar god” he’s extremely caring towards the band and he���s pretty observant when he wants to be.

Skwisgaar: Stable and Warm.

Nathan is a solid constant for Skwisgaar who ,I remind you, was neglected his entire life on top of not exactly having the most stable of homes. We’re told Skwisgaar was constantly hoping from band to band before joining Dethklok (and given he couldn’t have been older than his early twenties when they formed I think that says a lot) but when the band splits he sticks it out with Nathan instead of going back to that old routine. Cause even if Nathan is a stubborn asshole he’s still Nathan. The guy he clicked with and has been comfortable with for over a decade and came after him because he also doesn’t want to be without him. Nathan chose him so he chooses Nathan.

They choose each other 🥲

Robin has less history behind it obviously but it’s something he’s felt since meeting her. She’s passionate! And determined and well…angry. He associates that energy with warmth because he’s a poetic romantic and a fire can keep you warm or burn you. Robin’s like that and the risk is worth it when you’ve been cold your whole life like he has.

85. Their S/O is tipsy. How do they handle it?

Robin has two options. Let them get shitfaced and solve that problem or distract them.

Said distraction usually means sex in some form so depends on how she’s feeling.

Nathan will just man handle the two blonds if they’re tipsy and he needs to get involved. Skwisgaar’s way too light and Robin is tiny it’s very easy.

Skwisgaar is getting tipsy first. He weighs nothing, he doesn’t eat before drinking, he’s a goddamn mess. Nathan and Robin never have the chance to get tipsy before him.

And in the rare chance they did he can’t do shit. They’re stronger than him and incredibly stubborn soooo give him a drink he’s getting tipsy himself.

87. If they ever lost one another in a public place, how do they find the other?

Nathan and Skwisgaar are very large men and very famous. It’s next to impossible for Robin to lose them if they’re in the same place…she also has a tracker in their phones but that was Charles idea and hold on it’s not creepy it’s her job-

Nathan and Skwisgaar have lost Robin a lot though. It can’t be helped in crowded places. She’s 4’11! They usually call or yell for her and that works.