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Stop. Stop. Stop. Ohmygodwhat? Stop.
Gianmarco Tamberi, Italian high jumper, upon losing his wedding ring to the Seine while serving as Italy's flag olympic bearer yesterday:
"I'm sorry my love, I'm so sorry. Too much water, too many kgs lost in the past few months or maybe the uncontrollable enthusiasm of what we were doing. Probably all three things, just the fact that I heard it parade, I saw it fly...I followed hr with a glance until I saw her bouncing inside the boat. A glimmer of hope...but unfortunately the bounce was in the wrong direction and floating more than a thousand times in the air I saw her dive into the water like that was the only place she wanted to be. A few moments that lasted and eternity. But if it was meant to happen, if I'm really going to lose this faith, I couldn't imagine a better place. It will stay forever in the riverbed of the city of love, flown away while I tried to carry the Italian Tricolor as high as possible during the opening ceremony of the most important sporting event in the world. If I had to invent and excuse I would never have been this imaginative. I think there might be a huge poetic side to yesterday's misdeed, and if you want, we'll throw yours into that river, too, so they'll be together forever, and we'll have one more excuse to, like you've always asked, renew our vows and get married to new. I love you my love â€ïž May it be auspicious to come home with even bigger gold!!!"
#shut the fucking fuck up this man is too cute#romantic shit if i've ever seen it#olympics#Gianmarco Tamberi#lost wedding ring#vow renewals#city of love#tragically romantic symbolic acts#this club has everything#as a very good friends hat says âI wish Italians were realâ
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me seeing all the romantic things happening at the paris olympics: what if that was [insert haikyuu ship]
#iwaoi as the couple who got engaged after she won gold#kagehina as the guy who ran straight to his gf after winning gold#sakuatsu as the exes who won gold together and shared a kiss#i absolutely think ushiten where ushiwaka is the guy who lost his wedding ring in the seine and wrote a poem for his wife#haikyuu is so cool i wish the olympics were real#haikyuu!!#oikawa tooru#iwaizumi hajime#iwaoi#otp#hinata shouyou#kageyama tobio#kagehina#sakusa kiyoomi#miya atsumu#sakuatsu#ushijima wakatoshi#tendou satori#ushiten#paris 2024
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The Curse Of Hope
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Danny is in another universe. He had a reason, but he doesnât remember anymore. He can only stare, horrified and disgusted, at the sickest city spirit heâs ever seen. Shivering and swaying with every step, core exposed, and ectoplasm leaking from wounds that are decades old. A ratty blanket was thrown over their shoulders, barely hiding the spiritâs pale grey skin and protruding black bones.
The spirit didnât even sense him until he reached out to touch its wispy shoulders. The spirit flinched, clutching at the dozens of trinkets hanging from their neck and tucking in on themselves like they were expecting a blow.
âOh, shit,â He swore, floating back a few feet, hands in the air, to show he meant no harm. âIâm sorry. I promise, Iâm not here to steal from you.â The spirit shivered again and rolled a pearl necklace in between their fingers. A nervous habit. âUh, I like that pocket watch? Itâs very nice.â
That got their attention. They peeked at Danny, and he saw that more tattered cloth was covering their eyes, blending in with the stringy hair that reached the ground. Their blanket fluttered weakly, revealing hundreds of thousands of tiny marks etched into their skin. Scars, really. Scars that wrote out curse after curse onto the spiritâs very being. They burned with evil intent, and even reached inside the spiritâs body and wrapped around their core.
Occasionally, blinding specks of color raced across their body, temporarily erasing the writing, but it always returned quickly. He watched, a little detached, as one particular line rewrote itself across their rough forearm, drawing fresh ectoplasm like someone was writing it with a thin knife.
âAre youâŠalright?â Danny stuttered. A stupid question.
The spirit cocked its head. He couldnât see their eyes, but he felt their burning gaze as they pondered the question.
âThe pain of others becomes mine own.â They rasped. âThe lights of the city dim as rotten wealth clogs mine veins. Magicks long forgotten have eaten mine skins, pulled mine cloak, and darkened mine skies. Helios has refused to grace mine doorstep, and the seasons of the Earth have revoked their kindness.â
Danny held his breath. It felt like he was the one with the exposed core, not the spirit.
The spirit shivered once more. âTell mine soul, little lamb. How could this Forsaken City know peace, when it was long since ripped from mine hands?â
Shit, he needed Frostbite. And maybe Clockwork. Now.
-Or-
Danny meets the spirit of Gotham City. The villains and rogues that have plagued the city for decades are literal curses that are taking quite the toll on Gotham, and honestly, Danny isnât sure how much longer they can hold out. The heroes seem to be doing some help, and are probably the reason Gotham made it this far, but the poor city needs help from the Realms if they want to get better.
Luckily, Danny can provide that help.
But only if he could get Gotham to leave their city behind. Because recovery is going to take a very long time.
#dpxdc#pondhead blurbs#Gotham is very lanky and tall and had dozens of necklaces around their neck#the necklaces are just cords filled with lost things the citizens have lost over the years#like bits of glass or wedding rings or hag stones made from a destroyed gargoyle#actually I have a weird picture of Gotham in my head I might draw it#itâs giving Bloodborne to me but idgaf#basically Danny meets Gotham and is trying to convince them to go with him for medical help because what the fuck#those curses are the equivalent of leaving hundreds of leeches stuck to your body for ten years#Danny is BEGGING Gotham to come with him#thereâs potential for angst but if you want crack then Danny probably replaces Gotham#I think thereâs already a similar fic where he becomes the new spirit of Gotham but I havenât read all of that#anyways the Batfam are like#invasive animals that are actually helping the ecosystem recover from an even WORSE invasive species#but they arenât supernatural heroes and they donât understand that the issue is deeper#Iâm calling this the Curse of Hope because Danny is offering hope to Gotham#but Gotham is just so tired and sick and hurt that they donât want to risk it#they think Danny is another curse come to plague them#should he just straight up adopt the city at this point?#idk it probably depends on how itâs written#sad course is to let Gotham die. happy ending is where they are treated and returned#crack ending probably has Danny adopting the city and introducing them to his own city spirit Amity Park#oh shit is that a new ship#guys please I canât keep doing this#Gotham City x Amity Park#how the fuck do you come up with a name for that#Burger Joints?#Wet Pavement?#bro idk Iâm putting this down before I make something I might regret#low key wanna write this but like. I have so much to do
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#got this idea from the LOVELY AMAZING SKILLED @liamthemailman !!! <3#UGH id love to think that the weevik & mantis price found a lost silver wedding ring like in the dirt or something and then they got engage#(they share the ring)#ALSO SPEAKING ABOUT WEEVIK AND MANTIS PRICE ; FT. BUG AU LITTLE GUYS !!!#MOON & SUN NIKPRICE AGAIN !?!?!?!?#i hope u get the cactus and balloon thing & if you don't i'm sad#i'm bad at drawing animals smh#art#cod#artists on tumblr#illustration#call of duty#wrylu#lu's canvas#nikprice#john price#artblr#codblr#nikolai x price#price x nikolai#price cod#cod price#nikolai cod#cod nikolai#captain john price#captain price#call of duty modern warfare#cod mw#call of duty mw#Call of Duty: Bug AU
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I really donât know why this scene is so funny to me,all I know is that every time I see it I giggle like a baby seeing a dog for the first time. I mean he didnât make a single effort to appear normal or chill. Heâs looking into the distance like heâs communicating with a ghost. Sheâs trying to comfort?congratulate?say hi?displace? him.He looks like heâs at a party where he doesnât know anyone. She does not want to be around his creepy ass but is being nice.I mean wtf is all this
on another note, does anyone know exactly HOW LARGE this man is because what Iâm seeing here with my own eyeballs seems impossible
#lotr#trop#rings of power#sauron#annatar#mirdania#trop season 2#trop spoilers#honorary mention to#haladriel#and#saurondriel#sauron x galadriel#galadriel x halbrand#because we all know what heâs lost in thought about#she wouldnât have told me to fuck off if only she had seen the wedding rings Iâd made for us- sauron
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kremy 'assigned elderly citizen by the witchlight carnival' lecroux
#he's having the midlife crisis of all time at the club/drag show/pixie wedding/ring toss... protect him#kremy lecroux#once upon a witchlight#legends of avantris#gideon lost his teenage years and kremy seems to have been running for all his adult life and it's allll catching up to him now#all of those years between him and the stuff he doesn't want to face melting away and flooding mercilessly into the now#there's so much going on about Time under the surface here I feel (very fitting for dealing with both the fae and the carnival)#cintematic parallels tm#you can run from (or towards I suppose) yourself for only so long at some point you have to turn around and be honest#and it might involve some bacon grease and light humiliation. truly a lesson for life#(nina simone's sinnerman as a kremy song?? maybe? I think I like that)#the patterns emerging in the curses are really funny overall honestly#gricko is assigned bishonen and Gender Stuff by the carnival and frost... the universe would like him to have only one leg pls
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Something that breaks my heart is the thought of Shanks and Buggy deciding to get married when they were kids. They had a whole mini-ceremony with just the two of them. They stole some rings from a town they passed through. They exchanged vows. They proclaimed it the beginning of their new family and new life, part of their promise to go to Laugh Tale together. They didn't really have a strong understanding of what marriage was back then, but they did understand it as a lifelong promise of loyalty. So years later, after Roger had died and Buggy had left, after they were both forced to start life anew without each other, neither of them were able to take their rings off. Buggy still wore his every day, Shanks had lost his with his arm, lying somewhere at the bottom of the ocean in sea creature poop. Losing the ring was almost as hard as losing the limb. So when they finally see each other again, Buggy's distressed at seeing Shanks without his arm of course, but what really hits him in the gut, what shakes him to his core, is the lack of their ring, their promise quite literally ripped away. Another accidental, unintentional, and completely not Shanks's fault betrayal.
#I just think about this a lot#the fact that Shanks lost his left arm#the hand that traditionally wears a wedding ring#shuggy#shanks and buggy
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I had a nice talk with @teriiblog about my aokabu being married fic, and although we got kabu's hand placement wrong in our excitement, it still got me thinking: what if, after aokabu got married, kabu changed his battle pose by laying his left hand (with his wedding ring on!) over his heart, instead of his right one (which showed the galar league symbol on his glove)? It could become a way for kabu to show his devotion for larry, even if they could still live in their respective regions after tying the knot? đđ
Kabu could keep this very same battle pose, just that he'll exchange his right hand over his left one! đ„șđ„șđ„ș the galar league might not mind it too, especially if this change in kabu's pose takes place in leon's leadership! đ
#i'm about to COMBUST thinking about this... you are soooo big-brained for sparking this idea terii đđđđđđ#now imagine if kabu never notified larry about this change in his pose. they've both agreed not to hide their relationship by wearing their#wedding rings on their ring finger and to answer truthfully if the public finally caught onto their marriage status. there's no use in#hiding it since they're both public figures. but i imagine that they'd want to wait for as long as they can before letting the public learn#of their marriage! :o but anyway: kabu keeps this act as a simple surprise for a pretty important match that he has!!!! đđđïżœïżœđđ#people notice right away that something was off when kabu brougt his LEFT hand up and the whole stadium + livestream audience starts losing#their minds when the diamond on kabu's ring glints in the light... and larry has a mini heart attack then and there because that's such a#subtle yet power move way for kabu to announce that he's taken?? đđ imagine if larry caught the livestream when he was still in the office#and he has to Suffer because his curious coworkers (paldea e4) would immediately ask what's wrong!!! and when they saw the paused screen#they'd immediately go đ€Żđ€Żđ€Ż âhow'd you land someone so romantic?!?!?!?â while larry is questioning that himself đđđđđđ#even if kabu lost the match he'll still be satisifed because of course larry calls him after the match. of course he got to watch larry tur#flushed while asking if he made a mistake with the hand placement. of course kabu has fun admitting that he did it on purpose and asking if#larry liked it. of course kabu's over the moon when larry quietly admits that he likes it even if it's kinda over the top đđđđđđ#ooooooh i am giggling like a child aokabu you are ADORABLEEEEEE đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș#silverstreakshipping#afterworkshipping#ossanshipping#larry x kabu#gym leader larry#elite four larry#gym leader kabu#aokabu#ăąăȘă«ă#pokemon#pokemon scarlet and violet#pokemon sword and shield#pokemon masters ex#pokemon scarvio#pokemon swsh#pokemas
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valentines day pkmn wip ^_^
#im gonna put them on their own canvases and write a little abt their design insp and ideas#i had a lot of ideas but decided to go with the ones i felt worked strongest. although id love to go back to the ones that#didnt make the cut and see if i can rework them.. its a little hard to remember things that correspond to valentines day...!!!!#i wanted to do wedding dress gardevoir.. pearl necklace onix... romantic candle chandelure... heart balloon drifloon....#cherubird was supposed to be delibird but i found it hard to work around the santa theme without making it hard to recognize#so i decided to make it a new pokemon (fakemon?) entirely ^_^ based on seraphim doves and love letters#klefki is based on the pont de arcs bridge in france known for its lovelocks!! it collects charms like halves of best friend necklaces#lockets and lost wedding rings.. sawsbuck is based on tree carvings with lovers names and sakura branches#roserade is based on flower bouquets. i like how its design came out!! the body is supposed to look like a waistcoat#lopunny based on playboy bunnies. the fur on its wrists is supposed to resemble the cuffs. torso has the one piece suit#and their legs have the thigh high stockings. frogadier is based on romantic bubble baths with flower petals#tangela is based on curly old telephone wires that you twirl between your fingers when calling your lover kicking your feet in the air#decidueye has to be my fav though with the cupid theme. also used barn owls bc of the heart shaped face#i cant wait to finish these!!!! i can see these going on my portfolio for sure#my art#myart#pokemon#pokemon design#valentines day#wip#doodles
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Kesline kisses (for better quality click on the image)
tag list under the cut (ask to be added or removed)
@stopstealingtomatoes @crymeariveronceagain @honey-the-dinosaur-ate-our-kid @winterfireice @the-one-and-only-aroace @official-kenralie-fanbase @xanadaus
#finally remembered to give Kesler glasses#also his tattoos are the alchemy symbols for fire water air and earth#his bracelet has the symbol for quintessence#because thatâs not just a kotlc thing i found out#the rings on their thumbs are wedding rings#like cognate rings#but instead of sticking together when they think the same thing#they glow when one thinks about the other#kotlc#juline dizznee#kesler dizznee#kesline#kotlc kesler#kotlc fanart#kotlc fandom#kesline fanart#kotlc juline#my art#keeper of the lost cities
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FIC: "Of (Maybe, Finally) a Wedding" (MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Lukanette Month 2024)
@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers is doing a Lukanette Month for September 2024, and we all just kinda tossed some prompts in the disco to compile a list? We ended up with 71 prompts, so I decided Iâd roll some dice to pick a prompt, do a twenty minute (ish, bc we all know sometimes they run away from me) sprint, and try to get some short fics out this month?
The last in the series, I swear
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Prompt 57: Fortune
This could not be happening again.
There was no way in hell he was this unlucky.
He was marrying Ladybug â Lady Luck herself! â in just under an hour! He could not be this cursed!
ââŠsheâs going to kill me,â he groaned as he stared into the definitely, very, no doubt about it empty box in his hand. He dropped back onto his old bunk, barely aware of the rock of the boat around him. Barely aware of anything beyond the fact that he had lost the fucking ring.
Again.
âBullshit,â Juleka said, peering over his shoulder. âShe hasnât yet, and youâve given her ample reason to.â
âThank you so much, beloved sister, you are encouraging as ever,â he groaned, slumping forward to land his head in his other hand. The one holding the empty ring box dropped between his knees, and he groaned as his fingers twisted in his bangs â then groaned again when Juleka batted at his hand, trying to stop him before he undid all her hard work. âJuleka!â
âLuka!â she snapped back. âDo you have any idea how much product I had to use to get that damn cowlick to stay flat? Iâm not about to let you mess up your hair now.â
âYeah,â Dingo snickered from the other side of the cabin, where he was busy adjusting his tie. âThatâs Mariâs job later.â
ââŠdisgusting,â Juleka sniffed. âBut accurate.â
âI donât think either of us are really going to care about my hair inâŠoh my God. Thirty minutes.  Thirty minutes,â he gulped, looking up and staring in horror at his best men (well, technically Juleka was his best man, but no one had been able to convince Dingo of that). âSheâs going to be here in thirty minutes and I lost the fucking rings.â
âBreathe, dumbass,â Juleka sighed, rubbing his back. It felt too stiff, but that might have been the suit. Why had he agreed to this it was all going to pot Marinette was going to take one look at the too-stiff suit and ringless box and leave him on sight. âWhere do you remember having them last?â
âIn the box! Last night!â he cried. âI was double-checking everything just so this didnât happen!â
âSo is it possible maybe you grabbed the wrong box?â Dingo asked. Luka blinked at him, his eyes narrowing, and he shrugged like it was a perfectly valid option.
âExactly how many ring boxes do you think I have lying around, Dingus?â he asked.
âOi, now, no need for all that,â Dingo said, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he walked over. Luka wondered what it meant, if both Dingo and Juleka looked better in their suits than he did. Even the mohawk â which usually clashed with everything â was working with the dark blue color. ââSides, donât Mari make jewelry, too? You could have a lot of extra little boxes lying around.â
âŠhe had a point, but Luka wasnât about to admit that. Besides, all of Marinetteâs extra little boxes were usually kept in her studio, and the rings hadnât been in her studio sinceâŠwell, since the night she had finished them and first tasked him with keeping them safe until the ceremony.
Heâd had one job, damn it, and heâd gone and fucked it up. Again.
âMaybe they fell out?â Dingo continued, poking the empty box. âTheyâre probably back at your flat, Lulu. I can pop over lickity-split and be back in plenty of time for the vows.â
ââŠthe vows,â Luka gasped, his eyes widening again. Oh God, the vowsâŠMarinette was going to hate his. He was terrible with words â what was he thinking, opting to write his own?!
ââŠooook,â Dingo said, nodding. He looked up at Juleka, who looked entirely too amused for her own good. âYou make sure he doesnât jump ship. HandleâŠthis. Iâll go get the rings.â
âGood luck,â Juleka said, though from her tone â from the absolute wreck losing his shit on the bed â Dingo honestly wasnât sure which one of them needed it more.
â V â
Two. Hours.
The wedding was supposed to start two hours ago.
And Luka was no calmer than he had been half an hour before it was supposed to start â or even at the exact time it was supposed to start, when Dingo still hadnât made it back and he was getting a text from Marinette claiming there had been a slight emergency, no need to panic, sheâd be there soon.
And Juleka had received a text from Rose ordering her to stall, they needed more time, get Jagged playing or something!
He supposed he should be grateful it was a small wedding on his maâs boat, and that the only guests were a handful of family and close friends, but that wasnât stopping the panic from clawing at his throat.
Marinette was standing him up.
Sheâd heard about the rings, realized he was a lost cause, andâŠ
âSorry!â
His head snapped up as he stopped his pacing, and there she was.
âŠdress-less?
She wasâŠrunning towards him in the most bizarre getup. She wasâŠstill wearing her pajamas? The ones Rose had specially bedazzled for their hen night, with the pink tank top with the rhinestone BRIDE stamped across the chest. (He did not know about the matching rhinestones on her ass, which had their guests cackling as she raced forward with PROPERTY OF L.L.C. stamped across her backside.) And pink, fuzzy flip-flops. Her veil was blowing behind her as she ran, one of her hands holding it in place as she waved at him, and then she was there, grabbing for his hand and grinning.
âYou are never going to believe the day Iâve had,â she said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. She turned out to the small gathering, all staring at her with wide eyes and open mouths, and waved. âSorry, everyone! I know, I know â Iâm so late. Classic Marinette, right?â
There was a smattering of laughs, but she still winced as she turned back to him.
âIâm so sorry,â she whispered, stepping closer. âThereâŠwas a series of accidents. You would think Plagg had a field day at Juleka and Roseâs â the fire was the least of problems. Jocelynâs impending termination and murder are still on the table.â
ââŠfire?â he asked, his mouth dropping open. Like a fire â and not Marinette threatening to murder her beloved assistant â was what had really shocked him. She reached up to close it, her smile softening as her finger ran along his chin. âMarinette ââ
âWeâre all fine,â she said. âThe dressâŠis not, and Iâm sorry for that. Well. It might still be â the backup dress was the one that caught fire. My actual dressâŠâ
She bit her lip and looked down, shaking her head as if she was trying to erase some unpleasant memory.
âMarinette?â he asked, laying his hand on her cheek. She shook her head again and grinned at him.
âJoce will find it,â she insisted. âItâs not her fault I stupidly put it in one of my usual garment bags. Anyone could have made that mistake, right?â
ââŠshe gave your dress to a client?â he asked, his eyes widening again. She shrugged as if it didnât matter, but he knew her. He knew it had to be killing her â she had worked so hard on that dress. He hadnât even been allowed to see the designs for it, because âbad luckâ or whatever.
âI was really looking forward to you seeing it,â she sighed. She leaned up, and he bent obediently so she could whisper in his ear. âI was really looking forward to you removing it.â
âŠshe had tried to say it low enough that only he could hear, but his ma had damnably good hearing for a former rock star who should have gone deaf years ago and had heard every word. She threw her head back with a raucous laugh, but Marinette was still grinning at him as her cheeks turned pink.
ââŠnevermind,â she said, tucking some hair behind her ear. âSheâll find the dress, and we can worry about it later. This will have to do for now, right? At least Iâm here. SoâŠcan we just get married already?â
âŠand yeah, she was there.
But Dingo still wasnât.
âIâd be moreân glad to, lass,â the Captain laughed as Marinette turned towards her. He shot a desperate look over Marinetteâs head to his sister, but Juleka just rolled her eyes and gestured for him to turn like the missing rings didnât matter.
The hell they didnâtâŠ
âWait!â he cried, tightening his grip on her hand. She turned back to him, frowning, and he sighed. âWe canât. NotâŠnot yet.â
âLuka?â she asked, squeezing his hand. âWhatâs wrong?â
âJust marry her already, dumbass,â Juleka hissed, but he shook his head. âBefore she gets smart and changes her mind!â
âMarinetteâŠdarningâŠIâŠâ he started, but then Dingo was swinging onto the deck like a bad Tarzan impersonator????
âŠhe was a Couffaine.
Chaos was in his blood.
But surely there was a point whereâŠwellâŠwasnât this too much chaos?
âNot objecting!â he hollered as he landed on deck. He held up the rings, his manic grin somehow even more insane than usual. âGot âem, mate!â
ââŠwhat?â Marinette asked as Luka groaned, dropping his head into his hands. Dingo blinked at her before lifting his shades â a custom blue and pink pair he had ordered just for their wedding. They even had âBEST DINGOâ stamped along the legs (in rhinestones, of course, thank you, Rose).
âAinât you a bit underdressed, baby girl?â he asked, squinting at her pajamas. âPretty sure youâre supposed to be the one in the big, fancy dress.â
âWeâre not talking about the dress!â Rose screeched as she came running up the gangway. âOh my God, what is wrong with this city?! Traffic ââ
âI know, right?!â Dingo cried, turning to her. âStupid Mayor Bourgeois and his reelection parade â nobody wants you anymore, AndrĂ©!â
He had spun back towards the shore, raising a fist to shake at the city, and Luka wondered if heâd be justified in shoving his Best Dingo overboard.
âŠafter he got the rings back, of course.
ââŠoi, lads,â the Captain whispered, leaning over to the bride and groom. âWe sure this not be the dress rehearsal?â
Marinette shook her head, laughed, and grabbed his hands. And suddenly, with her smiling at him like that, the rest of it justâŠdidnât matter. Because it was her â it was them â and what more had he ever wanted?
ââŠI forgot the rings,â he whispered, leaning in. She laughed, and if that wasnât his favorite sound in the entire worldâŠ
âStar,â she whispered back, dipping her chin towards her chest, âI forgot my entire dress. I think weâre good. You ready to do this?â
âŠGod, yeah. He really was.
(Later, after one hell of a kiss and too much cheering and not enough cake, sheâd chide him for freaking out about the rings again.
âYou know Iâd have my craft bag on me,â sheâd tell him, rolling her eyes. âOr the Captain would have some spare rope somewhere. I could have whipped something up until we found the real things.â
He supposed he should have known that, in the end. He was marrying Marinette DuâŠCouffaine, after all, and she was just kind of amazing like that.)
#miraculous ladybug#luka couffaine#marinette dupain-cheng#juleka couffaine#dingo king#lukanette#endgame lukanette#lukanette endgame#ml fic#ver fic#that time luka lost the ring#lbsc lukanette month 2024#prompt: fortune#more like bad fortune#chaos couffaines#luka couffaine is a fucking idiot#juleka couffaine is a fucking saint#marinette you really wanna marry into this#weddings#possibly a funeral#luka gets cold feet#dingo is his best dingo#no one can convince him otherwise#luka loses the rings#mari loses the dress#it all works out in the end#luka's face when he finally reads her ass
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Literally frothing at the mouth rn wishing there were more fics about cultural differences between the LU boys
#linked universe#Yes I have read Cultural Differences by Kastaborous#And It was excellent but I mean like less language barrier and more#âWhat do you mean that smithing technique is lost to ancient history. I literally made that type of blade last week.â#âHey you can't say that it's rude.â âWhat the hell are you on about. That is a standard greeting.â#âWhat do you mean I can't do that? What is this? The thirties?â *Blank stares* âOh right you guys are ancient I forgot.â#âRavio and I are married.â âBut you don't have a ring??â âI actually have several. Have you gone blind?â âNo a wedding ring.â âA what?â#âGood on you for breaking the gender binary.â âWhat? I'm literally not doing anything.â âYou're wearing a dress??â â???? So??â#I have many ideas#as you can see
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lucanis this davrin that. i'm forgetting my roots.
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If David had been there instead of Star...
#I know his mullet is missing this was the best i could do#Thats michaels wedding ring btw#the lost boys#tlb#sims 4#david the lost boys#michael emerson#lavender lady rambles
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Something that's neither word vomit nor fic for @frappeflamingo who inspired me with this post and for @cosmixseerart who also wanted essay (and arguably, made far better one in the tags).
Tri-gun Stampede Mashwood agenda prevails.
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To say all of them are restless sleepers would be an understatement. She can count the times all three of them slept through the night without waking from nightmares (memories) or merely because, on one hand.Â
It is often Meryl that wakes up first, if merely by virtue of being temporarily squished by one of the men wrapped around her. One of the many dubious benefits of being âpocket sizedâ as Wolfwood puts it - if she sleeps between them, they can hold her and each other at the same time. Itâs not as if most beds are meant to hold three adults, either.Â
Still, occasional ache in her bad shoulder through the day from where Vash or Nico crushed her into their chest is a small price to pay for the quiet, soft mornings like the one sheâs coming to. (Sheâs paid so much more for no other reason than she dared to keep what she loved.)
It canât be long past the sunrise and itâs been a peaceful week, so thereâs no need to wake the men, hurrying to leave the tiny town in early hours before someone has thought too long just where they mightâve seen the blondeâs face before, or the silent telephone reaches far worse people.Â
Maybe today, she and Vash will succeed in letting Wolfwood sleep in. Lately, it is as if the sleep debt of years has been catching up to him and he can cycle through several four-five hour blackouts and a few minutes of wakefulness between them. They must fool his sleep-addled senses to believe theyâre still asleep, though, or he shakes it off and insists on getting the day started. Vash has her beat with twenty seven to fourteen, but sheâs determined to catch up.Â
Right now, the cause of their competition is snoring away into the crook of her neck, tickling her just so with his breath. In an attempt to escape the torture, but not wake Nico, she turns her head to the side and makes the tiniest wiggle toward Vash. He sighs softly, snuggling into her chest deeper, and she runs soothing fingers through his hair. Itâs a victory of sorts, that they can touch him with intent now and he wonât wake up with a start.Â
Yet another sign of domestication, as Wolfwood calls it derisively.Â
Like the Punisher leaning against the wall tilted just so, as if almost reaching for the bedside table where her and Vash's guns are resting side by side. He hasn't fussed over its placement being perfect and in arms reach upon waking in a while.Â
Like her earring in Vash's ear that looks so good, swaying and glinting as he moves, laughs (genuinely), that it makes her want to bite. (And sometimes she does: tugs on the silver just so with her teeth, eliciting a breathy sigh underlaid with chest rumble that vibrates under her palm, unique to just him.) In the same way, Nico likes to run his thumb down the shell of her ear, brush over his own earring there. His, even though he bought it specifically for her to wear and he bears Vashâs from the day of piercing his ear.Â
Like the way she says, thinks, we so often these days. Meryl's never been good at belonging. Not in her family or community, not even with crowds at University or the average, tired run of the mill news reporters at the agency. She's always been restless, wanting more or something different, as if to pacify the loneliness that has been chasing her, hiding in the sharp midday shadows.Â
But here, in this moment, she is content and home in a way that has given genuine definition to it, not just a string of words she's known, but not felt.Â
Merylâs gaze lingers on the guns, a whisper of an ache trickling into her chest, like a string with glass beads slowly curling in pretty lines with more and more weight. She knows enough from Nicholasâ halted stories, from the confession that had clawed its way out of Vash one night, leaving him open and waiting for their damnation. She knows that all of them came at the cost of something severed, a connection broken beyond comprehension and the last vestiges of childhood blown away like smoke. She, too, had lost her last guidance the day that derringer came to her and often, she wonders what would Roberto think of the times sheâs fired it. Heâd scoff a little, take a sip and, in the end, say ânot too bad for a rookieâ, maybe.
Because thatâs the thing, isnât it? Theyâve all paid the price and, in the end, decided not to pay it forward, best they can. Their individual tactics might fail at times, their work is not perfect and canât be, with what theyâre facing, but theyâre damn well trying.
Three guns against the world. Three guns for the world.
Three guns of the Stampede, she thinks sleepily content. It wouldnât be too bad a title for a book about them, one day.
#trigun#trigun stampede#mashwood#rainy writes stuff#wedding (ear)ring agenda prevails too#dont even fukken asking me about timeline I have no idea#I just had brainworms (ha) and had to get them out#and lost shame about not tagging you two#this is barely proofread i am barely alive not even talking about awake
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You know something I am really sad about is how the TARDIS interior changed for tenteen. It would have been a whole different story if the clothes had been normal but like this? Everthing the Doctor was just vanished and got replaced. The screwdriver coming out of nothing? The outfit? A new fancy TARDIS?
10 kept the TARDIS from 9 and 12 from 11. 13 had to fight to get her TARDIS back and built herself a new screwdriver in the meantime. 11 had to let her recalibrate until she was usable again and gave him a new screwdriver (? I think ? Don't quite remember where he got the sonic) All of them CHOSE their new outfit and had a whole thing where they searched for it.
And tenteen just gets all those things like this, appearing in his lap. Which is convenient, sure, but I feel like he really lost the identification process on the way. Maybe not as important for him as he knows the body and mind and companion already (in theory) but like, I am not surprised he is going through it like this. He just wanted to hang on to Yaz, wasn't allowed that, lost her, decided she was gonna be excited for change, didn't really get change either and then everything they could hold onto as part of their last identity, everything that was theirs to let go off, just got ripped out of his hands replaced with a weird mixture of 'look how new and nice and shiny' and 'isn't that lovely reminiscent of 4 bodies ago'. No wonder they are running on their gingiva*, I would be so lost and disoriented in his place.
And then obviously from a meta pov I dislike that 15 is apparently copying tenteen's TARDIS now. We got a scene of tenteen exploring the new TARDIS and being excited but for 15 he has already had 1.5 adventures with her. And while we couldn't put tenteen into the old clothes it was okay to put 15 in underwear? Wouldn't it have made much more sense to have the weird clothes' thing happen with the mitosis regeneration? (like, I wouldn't have liked that either but it is a little weird how tenteen got a full suit and 15 got the bare minimum)
And I hate how it feels like every part that made the Doctor 13 got erased as quickly as possible. Luckily, there were a few references at least - if no one got me I know the psychic paper got me <3 - and I GET why the fam didn't show up in the puppet show but like, couldn't you have left tenteen the TARDIS interior at least? I am sure Donna would have liked the crystal columns <3
It feels very rtd to have tenteen showered with gifts he can't even want and that are way too much while others are erased or overshadowed by him and get the leftovers.
On a similar note, I was also direly missing post-regeneration haze for both of them. Who knows (well people who have watched the Christmas special, I guess), maybe that's yet to come for 15? But like how are they supposed to function without running about without a clue and passing out every 5s for a day or two?
*German expression, means to be on one's last legs
#anti rtd#<- it isn't only anti rtd because there is a certain tragic to treating the Doctor this way that I can get on board with#and like there wasn't that much time for his arc anyway as he only lived for 2.5 eps#but I still wish the Doctor could have kept something and then moved on on his own accord#like an earring you know? pluck it out of his ear and put it in a pocket for safekeeping#you remember how 13 lost the wedding ring regenerating and that was framed as something to mourn? I bet they never even realised#at least not until much later when they had no clue where it had disappeared to it just got taken from them when they weren't looking#tenteen's whole self is like that ring just that it isn't getting framed that way and hence we don't get to grief and experience the tragic#as what it is#again no time in 3 eps for this sure#but idk it's very tragic to take away from 13 and 15 to give to tenteen in a way that takes aways from tenteen in the end#(maybe rtd was forced to change TARDIS and sonic who knows not gonna yell at him for it but it remains sad and unfortunate)#from the meta pov I am at least glad the TARDIS (and potentially sonic) will come to be 15's that tenteen borrowed since we will see them#together for longer#dw spoilers
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