#how is the ship named tho?
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confused-bi-queer · 2 months ago
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"A Holiday With Natasha Pitch" pt. 2
Side Ships/Alternative Ships & WLW @carryon-countdown
I thought to myself "we need more wlw smut", and as a MalMage shipper, I know the girl counterpart of them needs some screen time. This is part of this MalMage fic I'm doing, but it can be read by itself.
Rating: E // WordCount: 4 k // Chapters: 2/2
Summary: Natasha and Lucy formally meet during holidays at Watford and they get to know each other better than anyone before.
I think women deserve smut just because.
Here's Chapter 1: 'tis the damn season
Chapter 2: you could call me babe for the week-end
Some WLW smut for Natasha/Lucy on their Watford years for you today. This is also my first sapphic smut and thanks to this, it might not be the last time.
Here's a snippet of it:
NATASHA
She gives in, grabbing a scone and biting on it.
Her blue eyes open up in surprise and her cheeks fill up with the blush of a smile, her few freckles shining.
“Morgana, these are good.”
“I know.”
I push myself to sit closer to her, since it seems like I will need to be the one to do so, but her arms are already pulling me towards her. My hand comes up to reach her face, and when I’m holding the back of her head, her hand grabbing my chin, we both close the distance, and we kiss.
As we walked towards here, I thought kissing her, touching her, might put me off. I’ve only ever been with men, and I liked it. Before Malcolm, I kissed a lot of other boys, boys that were drawn to me for being the headmaster’s daughter, for being some type of forbidden fruit that enticed their curiosity. And with Malcolm, I loved getting to be with him in any way. I liked that he’s taller and broader than me, that he could hold me and lead while also letting me tell him what to do; I liked that he’s malleable. And I liked how it felt to be treasured by him even when I know his mind wandered at times.
However, I also wanted to be with someone present, even when it’s a girl who we’re talking about
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pouletpourri · 1 month ago
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giving myself pomni/gangle interactions since idk when we'll have more of that again
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tokenducks · 9 months ago
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Charles “We’ve got literally forever to figure out what the rest means” Rowland
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potato-lord-but-not · 4 days ago
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ayo hurt/comfort John/Noel anyone ??????
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aunmenosheteroenespanol · 10 months ago
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2.12 Chimney Begins - 2.09 Hen Begins - 2.16 Bobby Begins Again - 7.04 Buck, Bothered and Bewildered
Tommy's family arc
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nightthinker-08 · 1 year ago
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I couldn't sleep so I drew some Pomnies shes surprisingly fun to draw lol Oh and some doomed yuri too I guess xD buttonblossom is cute n all but calling them doomed yuri or digital yuri is a lot funnier to me
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muchmorethanmoney · 9 months ago
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I think Rosie is a key factor to understanding Alastor's outlook on friendships.
The show all but spells out that Alastor sees attachments as a weakness, from the "Great Alastor, altruist, died from his friends" line to the hints about his failed friendship with Vox and to the way the narrative immediately punishes him when he admits to Niffty that "One could get accustomed". However something sets Rosie aside from all of this. With her, Alastor is open about scheming, he allows her to touch him and even seems to bleat like a fawn when she grabs him. Their friendship seems oddly healthy for a guy who seems to think that letting people even peek through the twenty meter wall he's built around himself is a fate worse than death. So what makes Rosie different? I think what sets her aside from other attachments that Alastor might view as dangerous (such as Vox, maybe?) is that no matter how close they might be, she still has her own world and he has his. There's a safety in knowing your life won't have to change and that you're free to take any risk, ruin any bond because you're not directly putting this person in danger. Rosie is Alastor's friend, not his responsibility. That's why she's not as affected by Alastor's disappearance and welcomes him back as if he had been gone for a week. Their lives are completely separated, but they choose to meet at the borders.
I think that someone like Vox doesn't do that. Vox lives with Velvette and Valentino, they share everything, success, plans, even a living space. Heck, Velvette can go to the Overlord meeting representing the other two because that trio can speak as one. When Vox asked Alastor to "join his team", he was basically asking Alastor to remodel his life to make space for him as well. If one of the Vees fucks up, all of them fuck up ("Our model is perfection"). Alastor has his own plans, his own messes and cannot by any means be tied down to someone else. Even if he did care for Vox, in order to really be on a team with him or anyone else, he would have to drop his creepy persona which keeps him safe, he couldn't just kill people and betray others however he wished, let alone make sketchy deals with much more powerful entities. His actions would impact the ones he kept close. Vox and Alastor couldn't join forces because they have fundamentally different goals and outlooks on attachment. Vox wants codependency, Alastor has conjured up indestructible walls just to survive.
So, tl;dr: Rosie and Alastor work as friends because they seemingly agree to keep their lives separate. Vox wanted to carve a niche for himself in Alastor's life just like he had done for him, but that's just not what Alastor wants nor is able to give.
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hajihiko · 1 year ago
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The polycules are falling apart
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piowasthere · 21 days ago
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i swear i have a wayy too dirty of a mind for this mf to be doing shit like that 😭 they know what they're doing, they know, god-
i am very, very, very upset to say that Lumini is kind of... dying. ik, it's terrifying it's like half of my entire personality but it's dying, and wtf am i supposed to do with this bro actin' up like that?
i can feed the delusion only so much. if Gemini doesn't find out about this and doesn't do something, i am about to throw somebody's hands.
literally just- 😭
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[EP: Kerian FLIRTS WITH LUNAR!! in VRChat (LAES)]
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yumenosakiacademy · 5 months ago
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likeshipsonthesea · 9 months ago
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you make me
bucktommy ficlet. had a convo about love. had some feelings. gave them to buck. enjoy~
The entire loft is soaked in the hazy blue light of pre-morning. Buck can hear the mechanical thrum of garbage collectors, a handful of singing birds, quiet but steady breathing. His body is sore, from work and then from Tommy, a satisfying reminder of a yesterday well spent. Everything is warm and soft like Saturday morning, even though he's fairly sure it's Tuesday.
The clock on his bedside table tells him it's much too early to get up for a Tuesday, so he turns over to get comfortable and ends up face to face with Tommy's sleep-slacked expression.
Buck watches him in that way that's only creepy if you're not in love. Takes note of his eyelashes resting against the tops of his cheeks, his lips shadowed by the slant of his nose, how the dawning daylight catches on the angles of his face. He wants to touch, but not enough to disturb the serenity of sleep on his boyfriend's face.
Eddie tells him he says that a lot. My boyfriend. "We all know his name," Eddie says, tone harsh but a creeping smirk giving away the joke.
When Buck brought it up with Dr. Copeland, she asked him why he thinks he says it so much, but it was towards the end of their session so they didn't really get into it. Buck thinks it's probably something to do with his self-image problems, or maybe his abandonment issues? Dr. Copeland's better with the answers than he is.
Calling him Tommy is fine, but saying my boyfriend says my meatless lasagna needs more starch just reminds Buck that Tommy's his and, even more novel, Buck is Tommy's.
Buck likes being Tommy's boyfriend.
Tommy's boyfriend knows Tommy's coffee order, and drops it off along with a savory treat for him at the start of a long shift. Tommy's boyfriend always knows exactly where Tommy left his blue-light glasses and grabs them before they head to bed so Tommy can read another chapter of the cheesy historical fiction novel on his tablet. Tommy's boyfriend is the one Tommy goes to after a hard shift, to talk to or hug or just sit in the same room with until the rest of the world is less heavy.
As Tommy's boyfriend, Buck is still all the things he was before--firefighter, brother, friend--but knowing there's someone who trusts him enough to sleep beside him and let him stare at their face like a creeper in the early hours of the morning--there's this unfathomable freedom to it.
It's like--if Tommy loves him, he must be worthy of it. It's a truth and a prophecy, self-fulfilling. It's this ever-turning cycle that bolsters Buck to be the best version of himself, and none of it feels like work because it's all tangled up with joy.
"How long have you been staring at me?"
Buck startles out of his internal monologue to find Tommy's left eye open. The right is buried in his pillow along with the lifted corner of his mouth.
"Probably a little too long," Buck admits, staring fixedly at that corner of Tommy's mouth.
Tommy's lips part to release a sigh before settling into a smile. "Evan. Go back to sleep."
"In a minute."
Tommy shifts closer on the pillow, his nose nudging Buck's, his morning breath awful and his eyes so close Buck thinks their eyelashes might tangle. "You worked a 24-hour shift yesterday. You need to sleep. You can stare at me tomorrow."
"Promise?"
Tommy brushes their lips together. "Promise."
Buck finds Tommy's hand between them and laces their fingers together. "Alright," he says, settling back into the mattress and letting his eyes shut as he brings their hands to his sternum. "Tomorrow."
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eyes-of-nine · 1 year ago
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they're so childhood friends to lovers bodyguard au coded to me 😌✨ (they have killed so so many people)
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kaiserouo · 1 month ago
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yay i gave him a name
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mintypsii · 8 months ago
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PENlS EXPLOSION SPELLLLLLL
more of them because they won't get out of my head
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version without the text
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ender-goo · 3 days ago
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Marvel shipping fandom, do we fw this polycule
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cottoncandyhairedrgodess · 8 months ago
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I think in the next season of chaos theory will be soo funny to watch as like a viewer since next season there prob will be more relationship drama with Darius, Brooklyn and kenji (especially once they’re reunited with eachother) and I just think it would be hilarious seeing Yaz and Sammy watching this all go down as they stay the power couple and unproblematic queens they are
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