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“this ship isn’t canon” to YOU. I, however, am delusional
#watch me list all my ships#ships#steddie#ronance#elmax#byler#byler better be canon tho istg#stranger things#marvel#avengers#blackhill#carolval#stucky#ironstrange#thorbruce#spideypool#marauders#jegulus#wolfstar#dorlene#pandalily#marylily#rosekiller#swanqueen#wenclair#i forgot what other fandoms im a part of#carol x valkyrie
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Favorite ship dynamics (sticker edition)
#sang art#artists on tumblr#shipping#fandom#ship dynamics#original#making stickers at home means i can just. design and list these in a day#and i'm trying to look for original merch ideas! i thought my most popular posts would help#my etsy is in the link above
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thinking about the poll about canon vs non-canon ships that didn't define terms, and the current fandom focus on things "going canon," so i made up a scale.
this is NOT a question about whether canon matters to what you ship (or matters at all), just how to define the phrase "canon ship."
many ships start low on the scale and slow burn their way up, so vote for the point when you would have called them "canon." i agonized over the order (especially #4-6) for a day and a half, but i went with the order in which i think joe random with a nielsen ratings box and no tumblr account would notice/call something a romantic relationship.
#i wrote out a whole list of examples for each option and then decided i would get skewered#that version stays in the drafts#but i might reblog with my own personal list of ships just for fun#op votes 4#polls#on fandom
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Only REAL trigun fans will get this! (Manga joke)
#my art#vash the stampede#trigun fanart#trigun#millions knives fanart#millions knives#I giggle everytime I see this I think its so funny 😭#comedy genuis over here guys.....ladies ladies...dont worry...theres enough of me to go around....#and don't tag as ship...obvi#I need to clear my stupid shit from last year#MY DRAFT LIST IS SO LONG !!!!#hi#bobo out#hey
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If Blue Diamond ever fused, I think Garnet should be at least a little petty about it
#steven universe#garnet#blue diamond#green diamond#bellow diamond#my alternative title for this was 'when your fav ships have beef'#but i didn't wanna risk getting 'tHEY're SiSTERS!!!' comments so#they're dressed in formal wear because I thought that the only way they'd all be together would be a special occasion like Steven's wedding#I think connverse would have a small wedding with just their closest family and friends#but a second Beach City reception with a HUGE quest list#and Steven would invite the Diamonds because you just gotta get even the relatives you don't like in there u know#they'd probably a give a moon or something as a wedding gift
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hamlet x ophelia mixed messages amv
#hamlet#ophelia#shakespeare#tom cardy#akira kurosawa#the bad sleep well#haider#to be or not to be#hamlet x ophelia#what the hell is their ship name#my edits#aqmvs#david tennant#paapa essiedu#maxine peake#asta nielsen#derek jacobi#toshiro mifune#ato blankson-wood#shahid kapoor#christopher plummer#rory kinnear#ryan north#<- yes i did put his choose your own adventure hamlet in here. for Fun#sorry for tagging all of these guys but i needed to list down how many hamlets i included for real#yt link -> https://youtu.be/MAYaII8yJ-I?feature=shared
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watching their partner become a villain (dialogue prompts)
written by me. please enjoy and use for whatever you like. remember to credit me when reposting.
“this isn’t you anymore. you never wanted to hurt people.”
“come back to me. please.”
“i know you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“you have to stop this—before it’s too late!”
“turn you in? you know i could never do that.”
“don’t touch me.”
“do i mean anything to you anymore?”
“we can get away from all this; start over. no one has to know what you did.”
“if you love me, you’ll stop.”
“how long have you been planning this? did i ever even know the real you?”
“you can’t keep me here!”
“it’s okay. it’s okay. we can cover this up. where’s the bleach?”
“you promised no one would get hurt.”
“how do you expect me to sleep next to you at night knowing what you did?”
“okay, i’ll help you—but this is the last time.”
“are you going to kill me?”
“i didn’t want to believe you could do something like this.”
“what else have you been hiding?”
“i thought you cared about me.”
“no, i’m staying with you. ‘for better or for worse’, remember?”
“i can’t let this go on any longer.”
“you can do what you want with me—just don’t hurt the kids.”
“you’re not human.”
“could you change out of those bloodied clothes before you sit on my couch?”
feel free to add more prompts, and please reblog with your stories or tag me in them. i’d love to see your ideas!
#villain prompt#writing prompts#romance prompts#fic prompts#sentence starters#sentence prompts#dialogue prompts#prompt list#writing ideas#writing inspiration#story prompts#story ideas#writing inspo#fic ideas#otp prompts#fanfic prompts#prompts#otp ideas#ship prompts#prompt meme#fanfiction prompts#ship meme#ask meme#ask prompts#rp prompts#rp starters#cornelis appears nonetheless!#made by cornelis#my prompts
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pissa....
ref under cut :3c
#i have a list of things i need to draw#cant believe genlossiversary and end of qsmp were the same day thats crazy#anyway pissa#philza#q philza#philza fanart#missasinfonia#q missa#missasinfonia fanart#deathduo#deathduo fanart#pissa#qsmp pissa#qsmp death duo#mcyt#mcyt fanart#qsmp shipping#my art
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Favorite non j/mart jonship
I am soso curious about this actually. Also I want to think about my favoritest blorbo and make other people think about them also. So here's a poll with some Jonships. Can be platonic or romantic. Choose whichever speaks to you most. (Note: this is favorite jonship ASIDE from j/mart. If that's your fave, pick your second fave here or pick none/no preference please, not other).
No pressure but if you rb w/ tags explaining your choice I will love you forever. Also would appreciate reblogs for a larger sample size.
Edit: I don't think many people are going to see this but if you do and you are part of the 1.2% (at time of edit (6/9/2024, 14:11 EST)) who voted for Jonpeter or Jonmelanie please please tell me your reasoning, not just why you like them but why you chose them over all the other options. I like them too. I won't judge. Please. I want to love them the way you do. I want to understand.
#(note: all of these were chosen based on what came into my brain first so there's no real order)#fun fact about this poll its been sitting in my drafts since august of last year.#so that's why jon/sasha wasn't one of the 1st or 2nd ships listed lol#uhhhh anyway sorry for populating so many tags but:#jon sims#jonathan sims#tma#the magnus archives#jonshipping#decided against putting this in the ship tags#sorry if it shows up anyway#hyperfixated on je currently but i think jon/sasha is the tma ship of all time so i'm choosing Them <3
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Name a more iconic duo than a-
Twink
And a redhead
A twink
And a redhead
A twink
And a redhead
A twink
And a redhead
Link
#dick grayson#wally west#barbara gordon#koriand'r#roy harper#birdflash#dickroy#dickkori#dickory#dickbabs#they are iconic#i mean i have a list now of eho i ship this man with but these four redheads are my favorite#my wife kori#i love my wife#aways back to mei
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Sally is the real neighborhood Rizzler... you all know i'm right...
#she knew what she was doingggggg#she Knew!!!!#'youre going to make me blush' yes poppy i think that was her intention <3#popstar is A tier ship you cant convince me otherwise#fuck now im tempted to make a For Fun ship tier list.... no im not. the exhaustion is just making me insane#popstar is theeeeeee lesbian pairing tho#fingers crossed im onto something with them#cmon cmon i love being right#i love clocking relationships before they happen its my fav hobby when watching/reading stuff#i know im delusional with laughingstock but Popstar? i! am! so! correct!#probably. maybe. if im Wrong... dont light your torches im just a lil guy#scribble garnish#welcome home#wh popstar#sally starlet#poppy partridge#THAT TABLE SHOT MY WIFE AND ATE MY LEFTOVERS#i rarely scribble objects and the like and its For A Reason#it was fun for like... ten seconds and then it got tedious but i was Committed#although. i will admit.#scribbling the misc items was nice. love me some Stuff and Things
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tumblr is really sleeping on wizard island. an island in the middle of a volcanic caldera lake named for the fact that it looks like a WIZARD HAT. and yes you can go there.
#this is now on my bucket list#there’s another rock formation there named phantom ship#seems spooky#this is in crater lake national park btw!#in Oregon#national park#crater lake#wizards
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i love when people get more loud and outgoing and happy to talk to strangers after having a drink or two it's fun to watch people come out of their shell however i am like that sober alcohol just makes me unable to mask my autism. which means partying with me is like this
friend: you were right man the people here are so cool i've made so many friend alrea- dude are you okay you are so quiet all of a sudden
me who has not blinked in 5 minutes: yes. can i please list aircraft designations in alphabetical order now
#this is a real example. i listed them all in a kebab ship while drunkenly miming the german sign alphabet along#luckily my friends love and tolerate me even at my worst OR best depending on how you feel about aircraft designations#man with autism who's main work experiences are radio host and diplomat call that professional extroversion
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Hi! I hope you feel better soon!
This is a great prompt by @academicblorbo about Hob Gadling being the landlord of the Dead Boys. It has a wonderful fill already by @omgcinnamoncakes but I’d love to see what you come up with for it!
Alternative prompt from me if that doesn’t work for your brain: remember the date between Jenny and Maxine? How about one between Jenny and Esther? Poor Jenny is going to really question her taste in beautiful blonde women 😭
Thank you! I saw ‘landlord’ and ‘decades’ and blacked out. I love Hob having them as tenants. Maybe even before the modern day meeting in Sandman.
The Sandman/Dead Boy Detectives, 2.4k, G Dream/Hob, pre-slash, alternating/outsider POV, found family, a reunion and revelations etc.
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Hob did not, strictly speaking, have tenants. It was more of a minor haunting. Pun intended.
The small room above the pub and below his flat wasn’t worth charging anyone rent for; when he first bought the building he had put a handsome oak desk in there and some bookshelves before wondering who he was possibly keeping up appearances for. Who was he going to take back upstairs that would stop and say, Wait, can I see your office? So he’d left it as more or less an abandoned room.
When he realized a pair of boys were using it as their clubhouse, he didn’t do anything at first. He saw them quietly coming and going a couple times, disappearing around the corner of the first landing. Brazen things. He meant to call after them, but the shout had died in his throat. He’d been young once. He still remembered the need to get away from it all. It was only when he went to check if they’d been making a mess of the room that he discovered it was still locked.
He’d crouched down and inspected the latch and found no marks at all. Huh, he’d said, and jiggled it again, and been a little more interested in whatever clever way they were getting into it after they disappeared up his stairs. Then he didn’t see them for weeks, and assumed they had gotten bored and stopped.
Until they came back. In the middle of an argument, striding through the pub like they owned it. Hob straightened up as they passed him.
“I cannot believe you broke the mirror.”
“I was in a rush! It’s not my fault you forgot you needed Arcana Incantatum after we arrived at the church. And found the demon.”
“I hardly forgot, I only made the mistake of assuming you would know to pack it by now.”
Hob raised his eyebrows. The boys disappeared into the back hallway. He followed them as they went upstairs, too preoccupied with their drama to notice Hob. They turned onto the landing, still carrying on. Even as they walked through the door. The locked, closed door.
Hob blinked. Then he drew his keys from his pocket and opened the door. The boys were still inside. One of them was pulling a mirror out of a backpack that was several times too small for it. They didn’t even look up, and Hob wondered how he couldn’t possibly have put it together earlier. He cleared his throat.
“Hello, boys.” That caught their attention. Hob grinned. “Seems we’re neighbours.”
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Edwin abhorred getting involved with the living. He and Charles got along perfectly well on their own. They were a duo. An intrepid pair. Best mates, like Charles often stressed whenever he was about to ask something particularly ridiculous of Edwin. They were solid together. As solid as two ghost boys could be. The living, though, were messy and unpredictable.
Perhaps the most salient fact at present: Charles invariably became attached to them.
“He’s sad, mate. I can see it in his eyes.”
“You said those exact words in ‘94 about a dog. At least ask Hob himself.”
Before you decide to adopt him too.
Hob Gadling, irritatingly, was unobjectionable on every ground Edwin could think of. He had made no imposition upon them. When he found them, he only asked them their business, and then told them he was usually downstairs, or upstairs, if they needed anything they couldn’t procure themselves. He had an interest in rare and old books, as it happened. In explaining this, he had also hinted at being far older than his looks would suggest, which vexed Edwin twice over. He knew his curiosity would not be slaked until he talked to Hob, but then he would be the one getting involved with the living, and Charles would hardly let him forget it.
“Do you think he’s really immortal? Mate’s far too calm. Last week I saw him stop a fight downstairs by stepping right between these huge blokes. He just said something and smiled and they backed right off.” Charles lit up. “Do you reckon he’d teach me how to do that? Conflict de-escalation, innit? I could show him some moves with the cricket bat, I bet. Oh, do you think he’s a cricket fan?”
It was obviously a hopeless case, and since the Dead Boy Detectives never took on hopeless cases, there was only one course of action that remained. Edwin had long since disabused himself of the notion he needed to breathe. He had no beating heart, yet when he was startled, he would find himself clutching his chest. Now, he exhaled slowly through his nose in an entirely superfluous sigh of resignation. “Well, Charles, shall we go talk to him?”
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When the millennium came around, Hob found himself celebrating it with his accidental tenants. There was something gloriously satisfying about being able to make a toast to the next one and have it taken seriously. He’d asked them if they had something better to do - spectral trouble to get into et cetera - and they both looked at him with almost identical put-upon and incredulous expressions.
Hob had a terrible suspicion they thought they were taking care of him as much as he thought he was taking care of them.
Edwin, with his insatiable curiosity and, deep underneath it, something Hob thought he recognized from himself: a sharp animal ferocity and a refusal to go until he’s good and done, natural laws be damned. Charles, still brightly, painfully alive for a ghost - who should be alive still, by all rights, but nothing of this life was fair - who joked to cover up hurt in a way Hob knew too, and glowed any time Hob turned so much as a kind word to him.
He wondered what they saw when they looked at him.
The year ticked over, and technology kept working. Charles grinned innocently and said he could probably possess the telly and break it that way if Hob wanted?
Hob’s heart twinged. He knew they weren’t his, not to keep, but it seemed that teenagers didn’t change at all over the centuries, even if the boys were only sort of teenagers in the way Hob was only sort of in his thirties. It didn’t change that they’d been punted from the mortal coil before having a chance to grow up, and figure out the kind of men they were, and make their own choices and fuck up and try to be better than their fathers, and everything everyone deserved. Hob had made more than his share of mistakes. They hadn’t been given the chance to make nearly any at all.
So they made toasts to the new millennium, to the detective agency, to themselves, all stuck out of time in different ways and refusing to move on for different reasons, and Hob allowed himself to think of Robyn and privately pretend that they were his all the same.
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A week later, Hob was reminded of the other universal traits of teenagers when he mentioned his stranger and both boys began to grill him with terrifying alacrity. Before turning to his dating life, like ravening bloody wolves. When Edwin had asked, in a specifically nineteenth century manner that Hob remembered all too well, if Hob had always been unmarried, he’d nearly put his head in his hands.
“It can be hard for me to associate with the living too, you know. For obvious reasons.”
Charles had turned to Edwin and hissed “See? I told you.”
Right in front of him. Nobody had taught them manners.
“Manners, Charles,” replied Edwin loftily. “We will, of course, respect your privacy. A man is entitled to his secrets.”
“You’ll go upstairs and rifle through my personal things, is what you’ll do,” said Hob.
Charles coughed to hide his laugh. Edwin flushed and looked away. Hob snorted, and told them about Eleanor and Robyn. Properly. It was a strange relief. He’d told the story wrong for plausibility’s sake so many times he had been worried he’d forget the truth of it one day.
They had listened, and been remarkably quiet until Charles piped up and offered to set him up with a ‘really fit’ ghost. Hob had roundly shut that down. Woefully, not all explanations were satisfying enough. Charles cornered him again the next morning while he was cleaning the bar.
“No, mate, I still don’t get it.” Hob was about to say he no more wanted to be with someone who couldn’t feel pleasure from his touch than someone who would grow old and be taken from him while he stayed the same, when Charles went on, bafflingly, to ask, “Why don’t you meet your mysterious friend more often than once a century?”
Hob sighed. “Adults are often busy, Charles.” Nevermind that he had begun to wonder the same since the eighteenth century. He’d always just assumed time passed differently for his stranger.
Charles just laughed and perched himself on the bar top. “Ooh, low blow. We’re busy too, you know. Plenty of cases to solve.”
“Really,” said Hob. “You’re busy. Right now.”
Charles waggled his eyebrows.
“Charles, I am not a case,” said Hob, sternly as possible. “I’m not even a ghost. He’s not a ghost. No ghosts.”
“We could investigate. Maybe ghosts are involved. What even is he? Why every hundred years? Is it some sort of Persephone situation?”
Hob bit his lip against shouting I don’t know! I don’t know anything about him! Instead, he tried to smile, and felt it come out as a wince instead. “He’s very private.”
Charles scowled. “Yeah, obviously. You don’t even know his name. He can’t be that good of a friend if he’s too busy to see you more than once a century.”
Hob couldn’t see the expression on his own face, but he saw Charles’ shocked reaction well enough. It was so long ago for him, and still Hob knew at once what Charles saw now: that first time you manage to visibly hurt a grown-up’s feelings, people who seemed too old and too stern to actually feel pain, when you’d been going around kicking at them like a new foal, just to stretch your legs.
“Sorry,” said Charles, instant regret chasing his surprise. He was a good kid.
“It’s alright,” said Hob. He meant it. He looked down at the shining bartop. His hands were restless with the urge to light a cigarette. He gave in. It wasn’t like Charles would be dying of lung cancer any time soon if he decided to follow Hob’s example. “I don’t think he would say he’s very good at being a friend either. Truth is, I’d love to see him more often. But we had an awful fight the last time we met. If he forgives me, I’ll have to ask.”
“Mates always make up,” said Charles earnestly. He was such a good kid.
“I suppose they do.” Charles still looked sorry, and Hob clapped him on the shoulder. “Hey. Thanks for looking out for me, Charles.”
Charles beamed at him. “Always. We’ve got your back, me and Edwin.”
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Charles couldn’t bloody believe it. Hob’s friend was here. There was nobody else it could be. He and Edwin were watching from a nearby table, pretending to be absorbed in their own conversation. Neither man noticed them. They were too busy looking at each other.
He couldn’t imagine spending more than a century apart from Edwin. The way Hob had talked about him and his stranger over the years, it sometimes seemed like they were best mates too, no matter how little they saw each other. He was dead sure that’s what had Hob looking so gutted when he thought nobody was looking. He had known they would make up, though. Maybe now Hob would be happier.
“Charles, we really ought not eavesdrop,” hissed Edwin. Right as he scooted his chair closer, the cheeky hypocrite. Hob and his friend were talking too quietly to properly hear, their heads bent together. Lots to catch up on, Charles reckoned. A hundred years. He couldn’t stop thinking about the number. It seemed impossible. Funny, he couldn’t imagine that long away from Edwin, but he could imagine spending that long being best mates. There was nobody he’d rather hide from Death with.
Hob’s face was doing something strange as his long-lost friend talked. Then Hob moved and grasped him by the shoulders, so tight that his knuckles stood out in relief. The man said something in low tones and Hob shook his head, and then pulled him in for a hug. The man stiffened and then relaxed, and his arms came up around Hob’s.
Their cheeks both looked wet.
Charles swallowed and it felt suddenly a little like he was choking. He should look away, only he couldn’t.
“They must be great friends,” said Edwin softly.
“Yeah,” he managed to croak. We won’t ever need to have a reunion like this because I’m never going to lose you, mate. I won’t let them take you. It was stuck behind the phantom lump in his phantom throat. His hand, without him telling it to, reached out and grabbed hold of Edwin’s. Edwin squeezed it hard, and Charles knew he didn’t have to make his voice work after all.
Then the man pushed Hob away, but only far enough to grab his face and pull him back again, thumbing over Hob’s cheeks, and beside him, Edwin honest-to-god gasped, and then Charles momentarily forgot how thoughts worked too.
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It happens thus: in the New Inn, just next door to the White Horse, some 639 years after they first met, Hob Gadling and Dream of the Endless share their first kiss. Neither, if they had bothered to think about it, would have intended to have an audience, but it’s a well-known fact that some kisses cannot wait, and theirs was chief among them, being that it had so much to say, and was so very long overdue.
I missed you, it said, and I came back, it said, and Please don’t go away from me again, and I could not.
And atop them, like blankets, were laid invisible the daydreams of those who saw them, including two long-dead boys, whose dreams were woven from the fresh and unaccounted-for possibilities of Hob kissing his mysterious stranger. Another man, thought Edwin. His best friend, thought Charles. Dream was the only one who could have heeded this, but he did not, because Hob Gadling was holding him tight and daydreaming loudly of this kiss and more, of this today and tonight and tomorrow, ever greedy and ever easily pleased, and Dream could hear nothing at all over their clamouring and comingled joy; the bright gold daydream between the scant space of their bodies that sounded so much like at last.
#asks#the sandman#dead boy detectives#fic#crossover? fusion? i guess? who is to say! not me!#dreamling#perhaps some notes of chedwin#(a fabulous ship name btw. i may not get cob but i WILL get chedwin)#author wrote this while sick as dog so please excuse errors :')#might put on ao3 later if i have a chance to clean it up and expand on it a little!#my writing#me yesterday: 'i really don't see the appeal of blending both stories beyond doing it for the sake of it'#me today: 'no you don't understand they NEED each other here is my chart of the interpersonal dynamics and a list of all the ways hob can h#accidentally writing the new inn reunion scene i'd always dreamed of oops
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saw this prompt list floating around and wanted to give it a go. Given my current energy levels there's no way I'd be able to do nice colored images for daily prompts (probably won't manage to do it "daily" at all, but rather small batches like this), but I can at least try do some simple sketches.
#might not end up doing *every* prompt on this list#but i'll try to at least do all the character ones#avatar#avatar 2#sully family#jake sully#neytiri#neteyam#kiri#lo'ak#tuktirey#jeytiri#tsu'tey#sylwanin#do tsu'tey and sylwanin have a ship name? idk 🤔#my art
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ultimate ships challenge - [1/10] she cleans up nicely scenes
#animationedit#nondisneyedit#animationgif#animationsource#animationdaily#anastasiaedit#filmedit#myedit#ultimate ships challenge#nondisney#anastasia#THE OG#this wasn't a prompt on the original challenge list so i added it myself#I MAKE MY OWN RULES#had an issue uploading this where the last gif kept disappearing in my drafts WHY TUMBLR
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