#gingersnap shipping

[myebix]

I need everyone to see my gingersnap edits.

think about it, this ship makes perfect sense. please, hear me out.

Also, someone on twitter quickly made fanart for them and I think I might kiss them /p. THEYRE SO CUTE????? PLS GO GIVE THIS ARTIST SOME LOVE FOR CARRYING ON MY VISION

[jesterjamz]

[demonic0angel]

Unofficial DPxDC Ship Name Poll

This is just an unofficial shipping name poll so I can tag them and bc I'm curious lmao, but you're free to name it whatever you like! (Bc Ik I will, I'm using Digital Forensics no matter what answer wins 💀)

Edit: I also want to say that the other poll names were suggested in my replies or asks (ò_ó)b

[fishy0bishy]

INTRODUCING

The tiny crusaders!

They are a unique group of space riders that even if they are small in size my embrace it by showing the bigger riders they are just as powerful as them! (Space riders Au belongs to @onyxonline!)

“What do they do?”

given their size they are usually sent on undercover missions or to spy and mess with the Cultist plans Sometimes even being on a undercover mission for months at a time. But don’t worry they are each trained in defense so if they were compromised they’d be able to fight their way out!

Meet the crusaders!

Side note: Each member all has something common. One being they are under 3 feet tall and two. Unfortunately each one of them have all been lushed aside by someone they admired.

We have GingerSnap the crusaders captain who is first in charge and the most explosive Hamster you’ll ever meet and is usually the one sent for undercover missions . Insult them or their crew they’ll make sure you’re sorry GingerSnap Can literally make themselves into a living fireball/ firework and launch themselves at others or in the air and as for overdrive their flames get so hot they turn purple leaving Gingersnap in burns if they’re in this form for too long

Second is our second in command Sqeeky the miniature Penguin He’s around to make sure his captain doesnt take a too big of a challenge and hurts themselves but also accompanies Ginger with undercover work. He’s usually reserved and always tries to cool off tense situations He has ability to sort of control manipulate weather and temperature, While he struggles with hot and humid weather he’s a prodigy with snow and wind His Overdrive however his body is in sections each a different temp/kind of weather

Next we have Fishy the goldfish! She’s the informant on the ship in charge of locating and tracking things as well giving directions in the ships radio center,She primarily stays on ship after a incident where on a mission with a cultist where her tank was chipped and leaked a bunch of water everywhere it wasn’t fun for her or the crusaders Fishy’s powers are Bubbles! She can essentially use bubble beam to launch at enemies to blow them away for trap them in a bubble prison but her skills aren’t the best. As for Overdrive she just becomes a body of water and bubbles

Next We have Zoomie a small little green guy that just showed up on the crusaders ship and just stuck around. It doesn’t talk ether but it fixes everything on the ship really well so Ginger isn’t complaining. But zoomie is banned in the ships Radio center because the technology goes crazy whenever it’s around for Zoomie and its powers It’s presumed by the crusaders that it doesn’t have powers but yet after a space rider assaulted Meeps the rider just ceased to exist. (If it really focuses they literally just make someone disappear. Just poof or make things levitate)

And finally we have Meeps Hes a hotrod leopard gecko that accompanies Ginger and Sgeeky on missions, he’s very stealthy climbing on literally everything and is very useful on missions getting from place to place to spy from afar his powers he can hypothesize others just by staring into his cute little eyes or leopard spots making the person dizzy to where they faint or just have someone do something for him His Overdrive his body just has swirls all over and you can’t look at him without getting brainwashed or getting very sick

[dynamousse]

old papa louie art i wanted to share :)

a few months back i made these traditional doodles of papa louie characters and taped them up on my wall, so now i see them every day. i'm still pretty proud of a few of these and, since i've been a little busy drawing non-flipline things lately, i figured i'd show em off!

context for this one, i hc that various villains from the papa louie series hang out at the gingersnap lounge, which dynamoe finds himself in in my little au

i originally planned for brody to begin making a comic series about the real happenings between dynamoe and ninjoy, but idk if that's gonna be a plot point anymore. i'll think about it.

and that's it!

(ps cherissa x janana is a top tier ship no i don't take criticism)

[lavenderstobins]

I’ve been making a list of the different ship names* for the sapphic ships of Stranger Things.

*Band and Melody both get used for Robin, but personally I think it would make more sense for Robin to be Band and Vickie to be Melody.

Here’s what I have so far:

Robin Buckley:

Nancy Wheeler: Ronance / Ronancy / Robance / Robincy / Buckwheeler

Vickie: Rovickie / Rockie / Vibin / Rickie

Chrissy Cunningham: Buckingham / Bandcheer / Cheermelody / Bandqueen

Carol Perkins: Bubblescoops / Carobin / Shitbird

Heather Holloway: Buckleway / Bandguard / Bandflower

Kali Prasad: Eightbird / Robali / Kalobin

Eden Bingham: Robeden / Blackbird / Buckleham

Barb Holland: Robarb / Barbin

Melissa: Rolissa / Robissa / Melobin

Tammy Thompson: Birdsong / Tambin

Samantha Stone: Stonebuck

Mick: Romick / Mickbin

Dottie: Dotbin

More below the cut!

Nancy Wheeler

Vickie: Clarinews / Vancy

Chrissy: Cheerwheeler / Wheelingham / Guncheer / Pompompistol / Sleuthcheer

Carol Perkins: Perkwheel / Bubblegun / Carancy

Heather Holloway: Hollowheeler / Gunflower

Kali Prasad: Eightwheeler

Eden Bingham: Nanceden

Barb Holland: Barbcy / Bancy / Barncy

Tammy Thompson: Gunsong / Tancy

Samantha Stone: Stonewheel / Samancy

Chrissy Cunningham

Vickie: Marcheer / Cheermelody / Chrickie / Chickie

Carol Perkins: Bubblecheer / Perkingham

Heather Holloway: Cheerflower / Cunningway / Cheerguard

Kali Prasad: Eightcheer / Eightqueen / Punkcheer

Eden Bingham: Chrisseden / Binningham / Gothcheer

Barb Holland: Hollandham / Barbissy

Tammy Thompson: Cheersong

Samantha Stone: Cunningstone

Vickie

Carol Perkins: Carickie / Claribubble / Bubblemelody

Heather Holloway: Clariflower / Flowermelody

Kali Prasad: Kalick

Eden Bingham: Vickieden

Samantha Stone: Samvick / Vickantha

Carol Perkins

Heather Holloway: Hollowins / Perkway / Bubbleguard

Kali Prasad: Eightbubble

Barb Holland: Perkland / Gingersnaps

Vicki Carmichael: Carperkins

Tina: Tinarol

Nicole: Nicarol

Heather Holloway

Kali Prasad: Eightguard

Barb Holland: Hollandway

Tammy Thompson: Swimsong

Samantha Stone: Hollowstone

Kali Prasad

Eden Bingham: Kaleden / Edenali

Barb Holland: Prasland / Barbkali

Mick: Kalick / Mickali

Dottie: Kalottie

Samantha Stone: Eightstone

Max Mayfield

El Hopper: Elmax

Suzie Bingham: Mayham

El Hopper

Suzie Bingham: Binghop / Hopham / Elzie

Jennifer Hayes: Hayhop

Angela: Angeleven

Joyce Byers

Karen Wheeler: Joyren / Koyce / Milf Byler

Mrs Harrington: Byrington / Harringbyers

Honourable Mentions

Eden Bingham/Samantha Stone: Bingstone / Stoneham

Erica Sinclair/Tabitha Bingham: Tabithica / Bingclair

Claudia Henderson/Susan Hargrove: Susandia / Hendergrove

Karen Wheeler/Mrs Harrington: Wheelington / Harringwheel

Poly Ships

Robin/Nancy/Chrissy: Chronance

Robin/Nancy/Eden: Ronanceden

Robin/Nancy/Vickie: Rovickance / Ronancie / Rovickancy

Robin/Carol/Heather: Keg Girls

Robin/Nancy/Chrissy/Vickie: Sapphic Senate

This is all of the ships I’ve personally seen talked about, so if I’ve missed any ships or ships names please let me know!

[queenie-ofthe-void]

........33 Gingersnaps. Sorry, I had to lmaoooo

Spotify Wrapped + Ship pairing

#33 Chateau by DJO + Barb/Carol (Gingersnaps)

This story takes place in Koko's AU A Litany for Survival aka the Steddie Upside-Down AU

What you need to know: Steve Harrington went missing instead of Barb Holland, who ended up falling in love with Carol Perkins when they (instead of Steve) fought off a pack of demo-dogs in the junkyard to save the kids.

Barb would like to think the snowfall outside her and Carol’s window is beautiful. The way the large, fluffy flakes float slowly across the night sky, forming mounds between the dense pine trees. 

The ski lodge– it’s a chateau, babe, not a lodge– is nestled somewhere in upstate New York. A place she never thought she’d be, with a girl she never thought she’d talk to, let alone save the world with. Yet here they are, five years later, celebrating their anniversary in Carol’s family cabin under the guise of a girl’s weekend.

A vacation which, so far, has been perfect. Days curled up in the sunroom looking out over the frozen lake. Late nights spread out and laid bare in front of the fireplace. It’s been better than any dream Barb’s ever imagined.

But now it’s the middle of the night, the shadows in the unfamiliar corners of their room remind her of monsters five years long gone. The sheets stick to the cold sweat clinging to Barb’s legs as she desperately kicks them off.

Carol’s covered in black slime, red blood pouring out of where the nail bat’s stuck in her chest. She’s crying, and when Barb tries to pull the bat free, she accidentally pushes it deeper, Carol’s ribs cracking under the weight. Hungry monsters close in around them with teeth chittering, claws raking down her back and–

“Baby! Babe, please look at me.”

Of course Barb recognizes Carol’s voice; could pick it out from across a crowded room. But Carol is a corpse, eyes dull, lips pale and unmoving. Yet her voice doesn’t falter, even though it’s laced with panic.

“Barb,” Carol begs, wrapping her warm, strong hands over Barb’s tear-stained cheeks, “baby you need to wake up. I’m right here. We’re ok, we’re safe. But I need you to look at me sweetheart, can you do that for me?”

When her eyes come into focus, she notices the soft snowfall, just outside the window. Barb catches the blue in Carol’s eye from the moonlight reflecting off the freshly fallen snow. Even with tears in her eyes, a slight wobble to her lip, Carol is beautiful. Most importantly, she’s alive. Here, sharing the same bed, breathing the same air.

Barb leans forward slowly, resting her forehead against Carol’s, who heaves a heavy sigh of relief. They breathe together, slow and measured, with hands clasped tight around the other’s beneath the sheets. Whether it’s been seconds or hours, they eventually lay back down. Carol tucks herself into the softness of Barb’s side, pressing her face into her neck. Barb wraps her arms around Carol, pulling her in as tight as she can.

“I’m sorry,” Carol whispers into the night, like Barb’s nightmares are some dirty secret between them. Like it’s all Carol’s fault Barb got sucked into this mess in the first place, getting wrapped up in Steve Harrington’s disappearance because the two were friends. Always overlooking the fact Barb was involved from the beginning, thrown head-first into a government conspiracy because of Nancy and Jonathan’s renegade investigation.

But Barb’s already said her piece time and time again. Made the same points in the same arguments that’ve all reached no end– an argument left unfinished that fades into the background only to be picked up again weeks or months later with no progress in between.

So, maybe tonight, instead of soothing Carol’s unfounded guilt or pleading with her to lay the blame aside so they can move on, Barb will try something different.

“I picked up that bat because I knew what had to be done.” Barb feels Carol’s lips tremble against her neck. She tries to sit up, but Barb only pulls her in closer, hoping that one day it’ll be  enough to mesh them together. 

“Or maybe it was because there was something about you that made me feel like I could do anything. But it’s a decision that I’m glad that I made. And I’d make it a million times over if it meant being here with you. If I could turn back the time, I’d always choose to pick up that bat. I’ll always choose you, Carol.”

The next day, they wake up in a tangled mess of limbs to a soft morning glow filtering through the curtains. Carol’s lips are chapped against hers, and Barb’s sure her own breath isn’t the freshest. But every kiss with Carol feels like a blessing after what they’ve survived. And if nightmares are the small price she has to pay for meeting the woman of her dreams, she’d pay it a thousand times over.

[rookie-valkyrie16]

Meet Dover and Gingersnap

I've been wanting to draw something original again, so meet my new deep sea OCs! :D (I even added my boys: "Dilly and Dally" as special guests for this one! XD)

Dover - He's some sort of Dragonfish(?). He is also some sort of inventor, building things out of scrap metal he finds from sunken ships. He also has an ability to sneak into dark places thanks to the red lights under his eyes that functions like night vision goggles. Dover is also Gingersnap's mentor when they want to help, but he also needs to make sure they don't get out of control nor let them eat inedible stuff. Also, he likes listening to Sci-Fi Music.

Gingersnap - They're some sort of Cookie Cutter Shark(?). Sometimes they liked to be called "Ginger" for short, and they're REALLY chaotic and hungry at some moments, willing to eat anything that caught their attention, especially inedible ones (good thing Dover made sure it'll never happen). Ginger is very fascinated of Dover's inventions and wanted to become his helpful appearance on collecting any useful sunken scrap and metal. They also have the ability to glow from their eyes and belly that helps them camouflage from up above. Also, they love Rock Music.

(Dover, Gingersnap, Dilly and Dally are my OCs and this art belongs to me. Do NOT steal it!)

[triskhellion]

Gingerly

Rated: Teen (2k)

Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Scott McCall, Alison Argent, Sheriff Stilinski

Tags: POV Stiles, Magical Stiles, Alpha Derek, Baking & Brewing, Accidental Secret Admirer/Assumed Creeper-Bad Guy, Scenting, Kissing, Hickeys, Getting Together

Summary:

Stiles already knew that the secretive Alpha had a not-so-secret sweet tooth, but not about a favorite spice. He could do something with that.

The Stilinski men were only passable in the kitchen, but he figured he could learn to bake. Woo the guy of his literal and figurative dreams, experiment with finer magic control, and enjoy snacks as he went? Win-win-win.

For Noxnthea and Stiles Shipping Central Ficlet Exchange. Prompt #3, Secret Admirer:

Stiles didn’t mean to end up as [person’s] secret admirer. He’d fully intended to announce his intentions, okay? But then, well… then he accidentally did [insert mistake here], and now [person]’s convinced they’ve got some creepy dude stalking them and goddamnit, if this gets out, the pack is never gonna let Stiles live this down.

Wolf & Snow Moons - Snow prompts: 12, Ginger, Hidden

Stiles began working on his magic over the summer, but didn’t tell anyone because he wanted to have something impressive, or at least reliable, to show when he was inevitably asked to demonstrate. Struggling to light a candle in front of a skeptical audience? No thank you.

So he borrowed some books, started a herb garden, learned various grounding techniques, and eventually it wasn’t so hard to draw from that well of power inside him. Apparently, soon he wouldn’t even need anything except his own will, but for now he actually enjoyed the little rituals. He even got multiple sternum tattoos to aid with things like stealth, protection, and healing and to strengthen his connection to the land and elements. (They looked pretty fucking cool and he only fainted twice.) 

Stiles was practicing extending his senses while walking near the new Beta House one evening when he overheard Boyd telling Erica how he realized that whenever he had something gingery back at the loft — drinks, stir-fry, cookies from his grandma —  that some of it always disappeared. At first he’d thought it was Peter or maybe Jackson, but he eventually caught Derek red (or rather, yellowy brown-beige) handed. 

Interesting. Stiles already knew the secretive Alpha had a not-so-secret sweet tooth, but not about a favorite spice. He could do something with that. 

The Stilinski men were only passable in the kitchen, but he figured he could learn to bake. Woo the guy of his literal and figurative dreams, experiment with finer magic control, and enjoy snacks as he went? Win-win-win.

After numerous attempts ranging from “exploding goo turned charcoal” to “pretty good” his latest batches came out perfectly. Chewy triple ginger molasses cookies, crispy gingersnaps, and decadent dark chocolate gingerbread brownies. The power of three, baby!

He snagged some for himself (quality control) and saved two of each for his dad, but still had a dozen left of everything for Derek. On the way over, he stopped to buy some tea for good measure: chai and lemon ginger. Then it was showtime. 

But when Stiles knocked on the door there was no answer. How anticlimactic. 

He waited a few minutes and then enhanced his hearing to check for sure that Derek wasn’t home, but instead he heard Isaac, Erica, and Jackson approaching the elevator in the lobby — a.k.a. 3 of the 4 worst possible people to witness anything sincere and potentially embarrassing — so he set the bag at the door, quickly erased his scent. and ran down the stairs while hiding his presence.

The mystery gift was the first topic of discussion at the next pack meeting. Derek apparently enjoyed the goodies (yes!) and only gave the envious betas one of each before absconding with the rest. He assumed it was left as thanks by a half-fae waitress he’d helped the week before, but when he complimented her in passing a few days later she had no idea what he was talking about. None of the wolves could pick up a scent on the packaging and bemusement turned to fear (no!) 

There were any number of malicious spells or supernatural substances that could be activated through food, which would explain the lack of scent. And how did the sender find out about his penchant for ginger anyway? 

Having lost his nerve (he’d never live it down if they found out now,) Stiles sent an anonymous text the next afternoon to try to put Derek at ease, but that only made things worse. After receiving an angry voicemail on his burner phone he panicked and tossed it. 

Another pack meeting was held and they were worried enough to bring in Scott and Allison, though thankfully Chris at least wasn’t there. Allison swept the place for listening devices and Scott asked Deaton to strengthen the wards once the clinic closed. Everyone was now on high alert for what Erica dubbed the “Cookie Monster.”

If Lydia or Peter were around they probably would’ve been suspicious of him being unusually quiet, but she’d left early for MIT and their semi-resident zombie wolf (the 4th and final boss of jerkfaces) was off gallivanting who knows where. There was no evidence pointing in his direction. He just had to relax and keep his mouth shut.  

“Definitely sounds like some psycho stalker to me,” Jackson said, making the “screw loose” sign. 

“That lady on the second floor who’s always checking you out?” Boyd wondered.

“Ooh, what about that guy at the coffee shop that always gives us extra pastries if you pay for it? I bet he knows how to bake,” said Erica. 

“If it’s him, you should roll with it,” Isaac joked, earning a glare from Stiles. How dare he credit some skeevy barista.

“Yeah, maybe it’s just someone with a crush,” Scott said, ever the romantic.

“A creepy person,” Allison emphasized with a frown. Erica nodded.

“Yeah, and with his luck…” she muttered, wincing and turning to a silent Derek. “Sorry, big guy,” 

As the others continued speculating Derek only looked more and more irritable and withdrawn. Angry, yes, but even worse, sad. Stiles dreaded the embarrassment and hassling to come, but he hated seeing Derek upset even more.

“It was me, alright!” he shouted, shooting up from the couch.

Everyone paused and turned to stare at him. Scott tilted his head, his expression that of a confused puppy. 

“Dude, since when do you bake?”

Stiles shrugged awkwardly. “Since recently.”

“But why couldn’t we tell that it was you?” Erica asked.

“I, uh, might’ve done something with my magic? Surprise,” he said, making jazz hands.

“Magic?” 

He turned toward Boyd, who was looking him over as if to check for any changes. Glittery skin or a tail perhaps. Stiles was amused because he wasdifferent now, but only under his clothes were they — and his father — couldn’t see.

“Yeah,” he replied, grinning. “I’ve been learning for a while “

“You, magic?” Jackson scoffed, leaning against the wall. “The only—“

“Me, jackass” Stiles cut in, locating and drawing out streams of flour and black pepper from the pantry and dumping it on his head.

“Dude, that’s so awesome!” Scott exclaimed, coming over to fist bump him as Jackson coughed and sneezed, beating at his hair and clothes. Then Jackson stomped towards him so Stiles stopped him in his tracks just like he kept a pan of B- coffee cake from hitting the floor a week ago.

“Duuuude,” Scott said as Isaac and Erica laughed gleefully. Allison grinned, giving him a thumbs up.

Proud of his progress, he momentarily forgot the situation until he turned and saw Derek watching him with an intense, but unreadable expression. His stomach dropped, but he was still relieved that the subject had changed to his magic and he showed off a few more times, including cleaning up the mess he made. Even the now pristine and mobile Jackson was begrudgingly impressed.

He worked his way closer and closer to the door hoping that with a last good diversion he might even manage to escape (for now, anyway.) 

Then Isaac had to ruin it, raising an eyebrow and smirking before asking about his “sneaking around like a weirdo” and wondering why he made a bunch of desserts for Derek in the first place.

Stiles froze, face flushing as he rambled about training exercises and then made up some tradition of potential emissaries leaving gifts for Alphas. He caused the alarm on his phone go off and then silenced it, saying he had to go. 

Even with just his normal hearing the sound of laughter echoed as he fled.

When Stiles got home he distracted himself with a new game he hadn’t started yet, storming through the fantastical countryside and targeting particularly tall and smug-looking elves. A few hours later he saved his progress and took off his headphones, sighing and knocking his head against the couch cushions. He soon found himself back in the kitchen where he saw some texts and a bunch of group chat notifications when he took out his phone to check a recipe. He ignored the latter, but read the texts from Scott.

< r u okay? >

< do u likr derek?! >

< like >

< ?🤔🤯?! >

Groaning, he replied < can’t talk, abducted by aliens > as if he wasn’t thinking of a certain Sourwolf at that very moment. He added < (not really) > right after because this was Beacon Hills and then slid it back into his pocket.  

His dad came down an hour later in his uniform, yawning as he got a sandwich from the fridge. He was two days into a week of night shifts and was still adjusting to the schedule. 

“Hey, kiddo.”

Stiles saluted back and poured him the coffee he started when he heard movement upstairs. His dad thanked him, watching as he finely chopped a bunch of ginger and then added it and some sugar to a jar of water. 

“What’s that?”

“A ‘ginger bug’. It’ll be a starter for ginger beer in a few days,” he replied, stirring and covering it with cheesecloth.

He received the patented Sheriff’s Eyebrow and rolled his eyes, explaining that there was negligible alcohol content if you drank it soon-ish or refrigerated it, especially without using extra yeast. None if you just added carbonation instead of letting it ferment. 

“Like this one” he said, pointing to a bottle with seltzer and the lavender ginger syrup that he prepared already. His dad hummed dubiously. 

“So what inspired all of this?” he asked, gesturing with tonight’s allotted brownie. “And why does everything have ginger? Not that I’m complaining.”

Stiles once again made up some excuses as he cleaned, this time about trying new hobbies and how ginger was supposed to help with focus. 

“Uh-huh,” his dad said, giving him a knowing look and the “I’ve got my eye on you” motion. “Negligible.” 

“Okaaay!”

His dad ruffled his hair and chuckled as he left. “Alright, I’m off. Be good!”

“I’ve got nothing better to do,” Stiles grumbled to himself. 

Or so he thought until he went upstairs and found Derek in room. 

“Heyyy, how's it going?” he asked after having a minor heart attack.

The look on Derek’s face could only be described as predatory and he swallowed, backing into the wall as 190 pounds of werewolf prowled towards him. Here it was, his somewhat deserved and unfairly attractive doom. 

But instead of mangling him warm fingers circled his wrist and slowly brought it millimeters away from stubbled cheekbones and parted lips. Derek inhaled deeply and sighed.

“You know, I’ve always loved that smell. My uncle, Daniel, used to make these elaborate gingerbread houses full of ‘gingerwere’ cookies in different stages of shifting,” he said, shaking his head with a bittersweet smile. “But I kind of forgot about how much until I came back here.” 

Derek let go, but stepped even closer, leaning in to nuzzle at his neck. Goosebumps rose in his wake and Stiles shivered when he spoke again, a now huskier voice pressed directly to his skin. 

“And then there was this troublesome brat everywhere, smelling of locker rooms and lust. Cheetos and body spray and the usual things…” Derek's chest vibrated against his when he laughed. “But underneath all of that, his scent was like ginger and honey.”

Stiles moaned as Derek licked his throat, clutching at muscular arms and letting his head fall back in offering.

"Mmm, delicious...just like what you made for me. And now I'm thinking that maybe it’s not just aimless, rampaging hormones with you. That maybe you actually want something more." Derek drew back just enough to meet his eyes with a darkened, red-ringed gaze. "Do you want...something more...from me?"

Stiles surged forward with a wordless cry to meet him, possessive mouth hot and spicy-sweet and even better than his dreams.

"Yes," he breathed, hips jerking and becoming speechless again when Derek switched to trailing bruises down his neck and below. 

It seemed like he was going to show off his tattoos after all.

[justarandombrit]

Ride The Cyclone's Ship Names are so inconsistent, so I'm hereby making this post a log of all the ones I've found:

(I by no means ship all of these, it's just a log of everything I've found. If anyone cares, my favourites are Perfectspace, Sugarsheep and Starrypoet. This post does not include Legoland ships)

Ocean X Constance:

. Blackrose

. Gingersnaps

. Perfectsugar

. Perfectcloud

. Rosewood

Ocean X Ricky:

. Spaceheroes

. Rosenpotts

. Perfectspace

. Spaceginger

Ocean X Noel (PLATONIC):

. French Prime Minister

Ocean X Mischa:

. Oscha

. Topcomment

Ocean X Jane / Penny:

. Perfectdolls

. Gingerdolls

. Seadolls

Noel X Ricky:

. Tragicspace

. Starrypoet

Noel X Mischa:

. Nischa

. Passionfruit

. Rosephone

. Fuckedupegg

. Hiphophookers

. Crunchrapsupreme

. Mischel

. Christmasbees

. Tragicpassion

. Frenchaccent

. Bad Romance

Noel X Constance (PLATONIC):

Noel X Jane / Penny (PLATONIC):

Mischa X Talia:

. Mischalia

. Passionflower

Mischa X Ricky:

. Passioncats

. Spacerap

. Spaceaccent

. Bachelorparty

Mischa X Constance:

. Soundcloud

. Sugarrap

. Candyrapper

Mischa X Jane / Penny:

. Nestingdolls

. Eggdolls

Ricky X Constance:

. Sugarspace

Ricky X Jane / Penny:

. Spacedolls

. Starsheep (QPR)

Jane / Penny X Constance:

. Sugardolls

. Sugarsheep

. Dollipop

Karnak X Virgil:

. Electricity

Ocean X Noel X Mischa X Ricky X Jane/ Penny X Constance:

. PolyChoir

Ocean X Constance X Jane / Penny:

. Perfectsugardolls

[fossilcookie]

Noticed that there wasn't a GingerBrrave ship kid with the name GingerSnap, so I fixed that

[darlingpassion]

Merry Christmas! ^^ I'm hoping you're asleep now so you see this when you wake up- but if not Merry Early Christmas! XD

Obviously you deserve F/O imagines too ^^ This year has been a big one, getting your license and a car and everything, and I'm so proud of you! Merry Christmas ^^

~

Imagine spending a cosy Christmas with Tiffany in her trailer <3 You two sit down in front of a little portable heater and a little satellite TV and watch Its a Wonderful Life on free-to-air, your thick-tights-covered legs tangled up together escaping the cold. She makes hot chocolates (with some coffee in them. I remember you like coffee? Forget it if I'm wrong XD) absolutely heaping with fluffy mini marshmallows (And whipped cream, which she brings with her to the TV ^^ 'Splurged for us and got the good, thick stuff! Cuz ya deserve it, sweetface! Merry Christmas, babydoll') and you order in pizza or Chinese food! Its not a traditional Christmas but its you two, and warm feelings, and absolutely no Chucky XD

Imagine spending your first Christmas away from your family, on Captain Silver's ship with your mate, Scroop. You're feeling a little forlorn, missing seeing your grandparents during the season, and he doesn't get it (They don't have such festivities where he comes from- nor such attachments to blood relatives. Just mates.), he might even tease you a little-- BUT, when he learns about the mistletoe tradition he's suddenly very interested~ XD 'So any time that you step under this weed, we have to kiss?~ Hmmmm... '

Imagine spending a fun Christmas in Pleasant Valley with Harper. They have a whole festival for Christmas, and you and him help decorate together. He holds the ladder carefully while you climb up to decorate their giant tree in the centre of town and holds you hand when you're getting down like a gentleman. He lets you set a santa hat on his head (He doesn't quite understand the significance but he sure thinks you're cute), his hands on your waist and a handsome bemused smirk on his face, and keeps it on. He brings your gloves and keeps them in his back pocket until you need them whenever you forget. He uses tinsel to wrap around you waist and draw you closer to him... 'Now Miss Sarah, when're you gonna pay some attention to me, and not that dang tree, huh?... bet they can handle the rest a' this without us, right?'

Imagine spending a quiet Christmas in the store alone with Audrey II. You're humming your favourite Christmas song and putting up some pretty lights while nibbling on christmas cookies (Shortbread with dusted sugar, gingersnaps, sugar cookies with red and green frosting- whatever you like best ^^) and they're watching you with the most rivited, pleased smirk on their big grotesque plant-face. Like this adorable lil bud is all mine!??- hell yes. How'd a shrub like me get so damn lucky? Eventually they have to disturb the peace and wrap a vine around you, guiding you towards his pot and telling you how goddamn cute you are. How sweet. How delicious. How perfect. He's gonna make your christmas the best you ever had- but first he's gonna need to kiss ya on that pretty face ^^

Imagine spending your Christmas asleep in your bed by 6.30, eager to spend it with your rockabilly babe. He's waiting for you, high off the christmas buzz (And his version of eggnog. And the fact that you're here now. And he's own constant buzz), reindeer antler headband on his head and humming a Christmas carol (You can tell he's been rocking out to carols all day long). He immediately catches you and, starting to sing out the lyrics to Baby Its Cold Outside in his own rock & roll style, dances with you a little- dipping you at the end. Of course he had to serenade you, singing to you possibly one of the creepiest Christmas love songs, but it makes you laugh and thats all he was lookin for (; Throughout the rest of the night you get caught by the mistletoe in his pocket multiple times (Your lips start to feel tingly but you're not complaining XD) and drink eggnog you can taste clear as day on his tongue.

Again- Merry Christmas! I hope you have a wonderful relaxing time! ^^

RAHHHHHH I got too obsessed with the Killer Patrol AU last night I completely forgot to answer these!!!

AND I AM STILL DYING OVER THEM!!!

BRO I STILL CAN'T PROPERLY TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE THESE!!!

Harper calling me by name, I gotta say, was what got to me the most XD like- watching my F/O's obsessively is one thing. Thinking about interacting with them is one thing. But them saying my n a m e??? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'm internally screaming just thinking about it!!! And Harper wrapping tinsel around me?? Pulling me close?? Needing my attention?? wwsdggdfghtdrer7hewwshjhgrwdgyedftrdd4!!!!

And- And Tiffany calling me Babydoll??? AUDREY pulling me close and calling me delicious!?!? SCROOP WANTING KISSES!?!? PARTYING WITH RUSS!?!!? OH MY GODDDDDD!!!!!!!!

God I wish I could snuggke this prompts and hold them to my heart!! Thank you so much for this Christmas gift! ❤️🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜

[zulufic]

ooh. any director's cut notes on je me souviens? i know that's an older one, so no pressure if you don't have much to say, but it's one of the very best in the fandom imo. thanks!

OMG I am so sorry I let this linger a zillion years! Thank you so much, it's one of my favourite stories as well.

It has been a long time so let me think…

I know at the time I was on a real fandom kick. The story came together nicely because structurally it's one of my favourite things: rewriting an episode to suit my pairing. I was doing that a lot at the time, I had an ambition once of rewriting each season 3 episode in a way that would divert the inevitable tragedy and fix things by making them Buffy/Faith: mostly, making them communicate. Ski Trip was this for Amends, and Gingersnap was this for Gingerbread; Walkabout and Smitten also come from this era.

Now amnesia has always been one of my favourite tropes for several reasons. First, because you can decide to what extent memory shapes character. How much of the characters we know is caused by their experiences, and how far can we 'rewind' them using amnesia; as opposed to, how much of them is formed at some deeper, unconscious level, below the surface of memory? I love exploring these things!

Plus of course add on the body switch. How much is action determined by physicality: by hormones, by muscle memory, by those lingering PTSD symptoms that are ingrained at the level of the body rather than the level of thought?

Now this very much sets the "conscious self" in opposition/binary to the "unconscious self" and I have no idea if any of that makes sense in "real life" or in terms of but at the level of *story*? Man I eat that shit up! So it's 'magical amnesia' in that sense: it follows the rules I decide on, for the purposes of ultimately bringing my ship together!

In this case, that means that Faith doesn't wake up and immediately want revenge. She's cautious, she's patient. And that thoroughly knocks Buffy off whatever high horse she generally prefers to ride. It forces communication because Faith literally does not know what happened. And that communication, by extension, forces Buffy to think about and acknowledge her role in the divide between them. So Buffy has to be responsible to her past self, and so does Faith, so the issue of *time* comes into it as well, and also *forgiveness*. Forgiveness of others and of ourselves...that requires memory. We can't forgive what we don't remember.

Anyway, plus the hotness of the bodyswitch, can't forget that. The description of looking at yourself and being turned on by yourself but also by...yourself...well, you see what I mean. I couldn't let that opportunity pass me by.

I don't really remember much of the writing *process* or what I was thinking because that was a while ago, but I remember that I was fully absorbed in the fandom and the characters at the time, writing in every spare minute--rather like these days with ALOTO. So I think that's a sort of hyperfixation that takes over sometimes, and I know by now to ride the wave as long as it lasts, and not to get too discouraged when it inevitably fades. A new fandom will come along.

[demonic0angel]

The Wes/Babs ship should be called Gingersnaps. Cuz they're both red heads, you see.

You're right, but the only problem (that I have) is that there are so many other redhead x redhead ships in DPxDC that I want a ship name that's a little more specialized.

And also, something like digital forensics is badass asf 😔🙏

[dynamousse]

WAITTTT..... i founf old dynamousse art from a bit ago... i think its a little uggo mode but likeeee its my favorite dudes soooo :D

to explain why i ship these 2 basically i interpret that the gingersnap lounge lets in pretty much exclusively criminals and villainous folk from around the flipverse (radley madish, sarge, etc...) and dynamoe shows up when he starts his villain arc and whatev.. mousse thinks little of him at first because he hasn't committed a serious crime and he is instantly recognized as That Guy In Tastyville With The Comic Book Store(tm) but eventually warms up to him and offers to show him how to really get into villany and such!

of course moe has a crisis later because hes like Why am i so goddamn evil ?!?>! and uhh well idk how that goes maybe ill write about it sometime i just like evil guys being evil and gay together