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[inanewmoon]

Rivals’ Kiss - The fujoshi!Ranma AU is here!

Ranma stumbles into a completely different friendship in junior high. Ranma’s new best friend Makoto is a regular girl with an unorthodox vision. Ranma’s curiosity, mischievousness and determination leads to a wholesale adoption of Makoto’s favorite hobby - and together they are completely unstoppable!

Even if Makoto isn’t there when Ranma steals the first piece of bread from Ryoga’s grasp, she recognizes that Ranma has also stolen a piece of Ryoga’s heart at the same time! Therefore, it is a sacred duty of Ranma and Makoto to team up and give the lost boy’s heart exactly what it wants! Even if Ryoga hasn’t found the truth himself.

The plan for Rivals-to-Romance hits a few snags along the way. Ryoga is a little bit too oblivious. Makoto is a little too excited. Ranma… forever remains a mess of contradictions. The heart beating in Ranma’s chest might just not belong to a boy - and that means the whole plan is a wash… or needs someone else with a boy’s heart to step in. Prologue and Part I are up now. Read here:

Artwork by @beedokart 💙 If you're wondering just who this Makoto OC is... she's totally a manga character. Look:

Here she is, all excited about the two pretty boy rivals!

No, manga doesn't give her a name.

Yeah, I know, Makoto, it's horrible. I've been told the name Makoto comes from voiced background character lists in the old anime, but I basically took her idea from en_passant and ThrashJazz. So in that sense, she's an ascended extra with a gimmic. Of course I exaggerated it all a little, and drew her into the spotlight together with Ranma. I've been using this reaction image for any boy/boy RanRyo content for almost the whole month, and people haven't thrown me out of the discords I do it in, so feel free to use it too:

bonus points for @beedok for making it look so her hand is waving excitedly when we zoom out, by the strategically placed branches!

💙💙💙 Hope you enjoy! 💙

[palomahasenteredthechat]

Well.

It seems some tea has been spilt.

TGIF everyone.

[truebluesanji]

Dang. I made it to Wano already. 🥹

[mochidoodle]

✧ soaring high above, watching over you ✧

[donutdrawsthings]

People all over the world are thinking of you!

[chloesimaginationthings]

Springtrap making friends in Dead by Daylight,,

[avenoirn]

brothers, wherever we are

[potatokoko]

The sky we could only dream to see

[hinamie]

in spite of everything, I had fun <3

[everydaylouie]

thank you charles

[dangeroustaintedflawed]

[mythboundcal]

The Garden Doesn’t Know She’s Gone Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom Fanfic by MythboundCal

Zelda’s garden doesn’t know she’s gone.

It still blooms like she’ll be back any second—like the sunflowers haven’t noticed she stopped humming to them, like the lavender didn’t watch her vanish into light.

Link stands at the gate. The wood is soft with age, half-swallowed by ivy. The watering can rests exactly where she left it in Hateno. Rusting. Waiting.

He doesn’t touch it.

Not out of neglect.

Just… fear.

That if he waters the garden, it might forget her—that its roots will stop searching for her footsteps, its blossoms will stop blooming in her colors.

So he lets it grow wild.

The basil climbs the wrong wall. The squash vines curl over the porch. The chimes still sing when the wind hits just right, a song no one ever wrote down.

And her gloves still hang on a bent nail by the shed. One turned inside out. He doesn’t fix it.

Somewhere beneath the soil are seeds she never named. He won’t dig for them. If they bloom, they bloom. If they don’t… he’ll wait with them.

Today, he sits. The Master Sword leans nearby, but he doesn’t reach for it.

The porch creaks under his weight. He watches the marigolds twitch in the breeze, reaching for hands that never come.

The villagers don’t ask anymore. He’s glad.

Because how do you explain a wound that grows flowers?

Even now, he hears her voice on the air—light, scolding, fond. “Don’t overwater the rosemary, Link. It hates being fussed over.”

He doesn’t answer.

Just lets the wind rustle the leaves. Lets the garden carry the silence.

And when a white lily opens—out of season, out of place—he doesn’t wonder how.

The garden remembers.

So he doesn’t have to.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

For moment, you are home.

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[sleeplessdreamer14]

If you honestly think Ford didn't keep a photograph of you on his person during his time in the multiverse like a soldier keeping a locket with a picture of their lover during a war, think again.

[calmao666]

We meet at the appointed place

[lambilegs]

listen, lowkey, I feel like sevika would love interacting with a feisty!reader. like, I get why people headcanon her as preferring a partner who's more submissive or, like, lenient with her. but, I don't know, something tells me she'd relish in having a partner who gives her a hard time. someone who she can bicker and argue with back and forth, someone who doesn't just ride with her shit no matter what. she'd like having someone who actually challenges her, and questions her stances, opinions and strategies. someone who gets her to reflect on her actions and give them even more careful consideration than she already does on her own. someone who makes her think even harder.

and aside from a moral standpoint, she would just playfully love it too. something about you looking up at her with a glare whenever she messes around with you has her abdomen stirring with desire. she feels like a teenager again, vying after the attention of someone who is constantly tiring of her. but, she can't help it. she likes when you punch her arm after she makes a cheap shot at one of the guys she's gambling with at the last drop. when you scoff at something tough she says, and teasingly coo that she's just a big softie, dammit, she can't help but feel like one with the way your words are affecting her. when she jokingly wraps an arm around your shoulders, you shrug her off with an eye roll, and when she props her elbow on your head as though it's an armrest, you pretend to bite at her wrist, to which she laughs and wiggles the mechanical fingers, saying, "you sure you wanna do that?"

sometimes, she tries to flirt with you. she'll ask you to go on a walk with her, or sit with her in her corner of the bar when she does repairs on her arm. hey, who said romance is dead? there've been times where you smile, heave a sigh and drawl out, "well, since there's nothing else better to do," which usually incites her pulling out a chair for you and gruffly sitting on her own, getting to work. it's nice, really. you chatter away, she learns more about you, gets more intrigued, then you leave, and she feels just a bit more hollow. it's a vicious cycle. but, she can't resist going back to it, over and over again. especially when there are little moments where it feels like her feelings might be returned. like when she asks you to do one of the above, and you scoff and say, "why don't you ask one of the girls you saw at the brothel today?"

it surprises her the first time, to say the least. but, she grows to like it. a lot. the way you stiffen up next to her when another woman eyes her with desire, how you snap and glare at her when you hear from babette that sevika paid a visit the night before. it feels like you already have your claws sunk into her before she even got the chance to ask you out. and shit, does she really enjoy that. how possessive you are, how livid you get with her for showing attention to anyone who's not you.

she nearly likes it just as much when you direct that anger to someone else. an ex-friend you're steaming with rage over, a disrespectful enforcer, someone who gives sevika, or actually anyone else in the undercity, shit. the way your nostrils flare with the deep breaths you take, how sweat lines your brow, that motion when your eye twitches. she can't help but admire the intensity of what you feel, and how you have the courage to deliver it to someone who deserves it. whether they fuck with you, your people or the city. and on some occasions, with sevika.