#is it directorshipping?

[ashlynya2-0]

Old man yaoi nation rise up

[ask-zerotrio]

Velly

[nerdishpursuits]

Reina … Marta de la Reina

[cauldron-burn-and-fire-bubble]

walkin' with a dead man over my shoulder!

alt versions bc i love experimenting with layer modes

[tad-gone-tad]

Hello y’all welcome to the blog!

T.A.D

Trump Administration Directorship

About the blog-This is a hate blog about U.S president Donald J Trump and the strict iron fist he put on Americans ever since going into office and dividing America from the rest of the world. There going to be some other political stuff I might talk about.

About me-I’m a 19 yrs old college student from southwest Louisiana(Cajun) majoring in gen agriculture I was rise in a middle class family and went to catholic school from 1st grade to senior independent left. You can probably can tell by now I don’t care about gammer so if you strict about that sorry… I don’t have any experience/education in politics meaning I ever been in a club, a job or had a family in politics I just kinda people and media

Okay I’m done

Main btw

[nerdsbianhokie]

Fall Guy

An Alex Danvers/Lucy Lane au

Alex Danvers' life was going great. She was respected as a stunt person at the top of her game. She had steady work. She was falling deeply in love with camera operator and aspiring director Lucy Lane.

Then, a stunt goes wrong.

A broken back and depression leads to her cutting everybody out of her life until a call with a promise that Lucy wants her specifically for a new job pulls her back into work and danger she isn't expecting.

[saturn-is-lazy]

I’m still playing through the Indigo Disk DLC but I better see Clavell x Cyrano old man yaoi art and fics when I’m done

[couillon222]

Make the trump administration dictatorship tag a thing TAD for short

[finnishtango]

soon you will no longer recognize us or yourself or him or her or them. family is dead and walls are broken but....

YELLOW AND RED IN THE EYE

[paracosmaii]

baubles like blueberries (directorshipping, Cyrano x Clavell, 1093 words)

General audiences for my little holiday fic! Very late but I literally did not have the time haha.

Just lots of fluff, and some sappy old men to keep us going.

ao3 link

Under the cut if you'd prefer to read it here

The holiday season had always been something or nothing for Clavell. It was either extremely busy and exhausting, or as dull and mundane as any other day. It wasn’t a problem as such- many people his age experienced the same thing, whether it be because they didn’t have any loved ones to share the time with, or they were too tired, or generally because the season was just… more for the kids, in a way. Clavell wasn’t as enthralled by gifts as his students were by any stretch. In fact, he found himself flustered and embarrassed by the thought of someone spending precious money on silly old him.

As much as spending time with others sounded amazing, and as much as he tried to arrange some sort of gathering, things hadn’t gone that way, and instead he sat in silence in his homey cottage with a fresh mug of tea in both of his hands, waiting patiently on his worn couch.

He wasn’t waiting for anything in particular, nor was he trying to waste the day away. He just, for the first time in a while, had nothing to do. No bills to pay, no emails to be checked, and no students to look after. Nothing. He didn’t even need to look after his pokemon; they were all out in the kitchen busing themselves with the new toys he had bought them.

Clavell didn’t mind being on his own that much (okay, a little) but with the twinkling of lights from the neighbouring houses taunting him, it was hard not to feel a little… disappointed. Perhaps it was normal to feel this way- he assumed many others spent this time of year on their own and knew of the feeling.

Forgotten was probably a better way to describe it. He didn’t want to sound selfish in any way, though he was quite jealous of the little nuclear family that lived a couple of doors down: something he’d never had even as a child.

Staring out of the glazed window beside him, he gulped down the little lump in his throat. Violent rain battered the glass like an intruder. It didn’t snow very regularly in southern Paldea, unless a particularly strong gust from Glaseado brought the frost down with it, making the Delibird Day songs about the snow pretty pointless unless you lived somewhere like Montenevera. He’d only ever seen snow where he lived once, and it wasn’t even enough to cover the ground. Back in Galar he had, though, especially in Circhester. The thought of the markets and the fairy lights back home made him have to gulp another lump back down his tightening throat. It was silly to think like this, anyway.

The sound of rain had always helped him fall asleep, and so as soon as his tea had been sipped and finished, he found himself drifting off to the pitter-pattering with his cheek resting on his fist. It was just another day, after all, and he shouldn’t waste it. However, the fact that he could fall asleep like this made him feel particularly old, but hey ho. He was getting older, so naps on the couch wouldn’t hurt.

The doorbell rang. Houndoom zoomed to the door yapping his heart out. Clavell froze.

Who in Arceus’ name would be out and about in this type of weather? And more importantly, who in their right mind would come to his house?

He slowly rose from his seat, bones cracking, and shuffled his way to the door. Houndoom scurried back into the kitchen to let Clavell open the door, which slammed open due to the wind as soon as it was unbolted.

The man standing in front of him was definitely not a caroler, or someone trying to sell him something, or a student (to his surprise). And at least it wasn’t Geeta trying to get him to work. No, it was definitely the one man he didn’t mind seeing, despite his annoying vices.

His dear Cyrano, drenched head to toe in freezing rainwater, holding onto his hat with one hand and grasping a little pink bag in another. A pretty smirk was on his face, though Clavell couldn’t help but stare at his trembling bottom lip and the few tears that were streaming down his face.

“Velly-”

“Cyri-”

They both paused, then smiled when they tilted their heads back up.

“You’re-” The way Cyrano practically pounced on him was definitely a great way to potentially knock him down and kill him. He didn’t though, and what a relief that was, as if he had been killed he wouldn’t have been able to be suffocated by the kiss Cyrano had captured him in. His thin frame was pressed roughly into the taller man by his hips, pink bag and hat promptly dropped to the soggy floor to do so. Cyrano put his hands behind his partner’s ears to pull his head closer, then kissed him deeply, successfully warming them up from the winter’s chill blowing into them.

Once they’d separated, Clavell huffed. “I-I… I was going to say, you’re soaked. What… What are you doing out here…?”

Cyrano smiled, tucking a strand of Clavell’s hair behind his pink ear. “It’s Delibird Day, isn’t it not? Gotta give my gift to my Velly one way or another!” He beamed, yanking the bag off of the floor along with his hat. The now soggy bag was then handed to the smaller man with a tiny bow and a tip of his fedora. “Here you are, my sweet. Happy Delibird day!”

All Clavell could really do was shake his head as he stepped aside to let Cyrano into the house. “Thank you…” Cyrano shook his head in return and watched patiently as Clavell opened the bag. “I do have to admit, though, I haven’t got you anything… Wasn’t really expecting you here…”

“Oh, not a problem whatsoever! Sorry for not calling beforehand…”

Clavell looked up. “Nonsense, darling. It’s lovely to have you here.” He slid a fluffy thing out of the bag, and looked down at it. A small Pawmi plush holding a stuffed love heart smiled back up at him, with its beady eyes reflecting the hallway light. “Oh… It’s so cute…” A silly grin crept its way onto his face. “Thank you, my dear.”

Slipping off his coat, Cyrano wrapped his arms around the other man. “My pleasure, Velly.” A light kiss on his forehead was the only thing he needed to know that maybe the holidays weren’t such a lonely time after all.

[collgeruledzebra]

trench being the only person to say a kind word or even thank you to jesse when she's delivering mail in the first iteration of take control... :((((((((

[ashlynya2-0]

Could you draw more of clavell x cyrano please

Dah-na-na-na-naaaaaaaaa

[ask-zerotrio]

Just scribbles haha

[giggly-squiggily]

And ‘Be my valentine!’ For Clavell and Cyrano. I believe they’re called Directorshipping ☺️☺️ -@Magma-queen

AHH! *screams and flails in joy* Directorshipping!!! God the second Cyrano called Clavell "Velly" I was HOOKED! I gotcha covered, friend!

Be My Valentine: "I know all your weaknesses"

“Velly! There you are!” Cyrano all but threw himself towards the director, eyes twinkling despite the stern glare he received in return. “Not happy to see me, are we?”

“On the contrary, I’m more than happy to see you.” Clavell softened as he was pulled into his lover’s arms, letting him kiss his cheek. “It’s the nicknames I can do without- must you insist on calling me that?”

“I wouldn’t if I didn’t know how much you love it.” The taller man nuzzled him, breathing in his aftershave. “You always blush when I call you that.”

“I do not.”

“Sure do. Don’t deny it, Velly- I know all your weaknesses.”

Clavell narrowed his eyes at him, stiffening some when Cyrano nuzzled his way down to his neck, sending ticklish waves across his skin. “Cy…”

“Hmm?” The other man’s hands traveled to his waist, fingers curling. Clavell jerked at the feeling with a small gasp- barely containing the giggles climbing his throat. “What is it, Velly?”

“You know what- d-dohoohn’t!” He tried grabbing his shoulders to push him away, but Cyrano was adamant on tickling him. He clung like an Octillery to a Cloyster- simply unmovable. “Chihiihiihihihihihie!”

“Didn’t I just tell you, Velly? I know all your weaknesses.” Cyrano giggled as he carried on gently pressing into his waist, making his lover squirm and titter. “I know you love it when I call you that.I know how my cologne never fails to make you weak at the knees. And I know just where to tickle you to get you laughing.” Finishing his statement with a sneaky pinch to Clavell’s ribs, he pulled him into his arms once more for a proper embrace, laying his face against his hair. “You already know my weakness.”

“Yes- your never ending love for the shade of blue, I presume?” Clavell grumbled against his chest, hating how right he was about the cologne.

“Well- yeah. But I have a far bigger one.” He leaned back to take his chin, bringing their foreheads together as he whispered the last part. “And that’s you.”

Send me a candy heart and I'll write a dabble for it!

[neptunes0cean]

ok so. if you're still accepting doodles. old man director yaoi (cyrano/clavell)

Oh Alfred .. you silly GOOSE!!!!! I'll always accept requests from u ..

[tad-gone-tad]

Listening to the news while getting ready and all I hear was “ trump will be at the superbowl to show his support”

WE DO NOT NEED YOUR SUPPORT