#need to think of a shipping name for them

[gothamite-rambler]

Batman has to constantly remind them he's not going down with the sinking ship when it's not his fault

Superman: Yeah, so we're turning ourselves into the government. Do you want to meet us there, or should we meet with you?

Batman: …

Wonder Woman: Batman, we're on a time crunch. Just give us your answer.

Batman (while driving, hesitating): First, I'm fine, thank you. How are you? Second, my son, who is in the car with me, is also fine… thankfully. Third, are you on crack?

Superman: I… We as a team voted that it's best if we turn ourselves into the government.

Batman (flatly): That's a decision you made. You guys have fun with it. Can I go now?

Wonder Woman: You’re part of the team! You have to turn yourself in!

Batman: Says who?

Wonder Woman: We decided as a team!

Batman: Yes, good for you. Why am I being dragged into this?

Wonder Woman and Superman: YOU ARE PART OF THIS TEAM!

Damian (in the background): Father, can we get McFlurrys later?

Batman (to Damian): Why do people eat those? They taste disgusting.

Damian: You have to get the one with the Oreos.

Superman: We’re still on the call!

Batman (annoyed): Right, not going in. Bye.

Wonder Woman: Don’t end the call! You have to hear us out.

Batman: I should just hang up, but I’m bored and need something entertaining to listen to. Proceed.

Flash (speaking first): Take one for the team, Bruce.

Batman: Okay, first, when I'm on a call with any of you, call me by my hero name. Commissioner Gordon can get away with that, but I’m not on that level with most of you. Second, I’m not on this team if you want me to do this ridiculousness. Third, seriously, are you on crack?

Green Arrow (in the background): Thank you for not saying heroin.

Damian (in the background): Father, why do they think you’re dumb?

Batman: Because they’re not very smart.

Green Arrow (expecting this): It’s amazing how badly this is going. I told you guys he’d say no, but nobody listens to me.

Batman: This is one of the rare times I agree with Arrow. I didn't sign up for a team where we all turn ourselves in for something I didn’t do.

Superman: It’s a team decision.

Batman: I don’t care.

Superman: But it’s for solidarity.

Batman: That I don’t care about.

Superman: Again, we’re a hero team. We’ve saved the world together; can’t you do this one little thing?

Green Lantern (Hal): And his response is…

Batman: Fighting villains, I enjoy. I wouldn’t be on a sports team, a firefighter team, or a doctor team with you if you're going to be this dense, and I sure as hell won't be on this team if you want me to do something this stupid. Is the brain cell you share gone for the day?

Superman: Okay, well… Kara is going with us.

Batman: And I've lost a little respect for her.

Supergirl: Hey! Wait, you had respect for me?

Batman: Did you contact any of my adult kids? Nightwing? Red Robin? I know Red Hood would just laugh before hanging up.

Superman: We haven't called them yet… but I bet they'd say yes!

Batman: No, they wouldn’t. I know that because they just texted my youngest son, who’s with me, and their messages say, “Not a chance in hell.” I didn’t even have to say anything. I raised them well.

Superman: Can’t you put aside your ego and just do this for us?

Batman: Who’s going to pick up my son from school? Go to my daughter's recital? Attend my other son’s group therapy session? Talk to my future fiancée about where I’ll be? Just curious, which one of you will handle that?

Batman waited for a few seconds, and none of the members responded.

Batman: Right. As stated, I'm not going, and if you call me again with this stupid request, I'm cutting the power to the building for a month. I will let that building decay to prove a point.

Damian: You tell 'em, Father!

Batman ended the video call without another word.

Wonder Woman: He’s getting calmer with his reactions.

Green Arrow: Yeah… Guys, maybe we don’t turn ourselves in this time. Maybe we… do something else? Anything else, because he has a point. I'm not sinking in the Titanic when there's a lifeboat.

Aquaman: Good Titanic metaphor.

Green Arrow: Thanks, man.

[starrysharks]

normal girl activities

[starry-scarl3tt]

thank you so much for the tag!!!!

3 ships i like?

studdy (house md), japhael (undercover princess books), johnlock (sherlock holmes books)

first ship?

anna and kristoff!! AND I SHIPPED THEM SINCE THEY FIRST MET HA DISNEY TAKE THAT I KNEW HANS WAS A FAKE ASS LOSER!!!

last song i heard?

‘howls moving castle on an old piano’. i love the vibe💗

favourite childhood book?

ooh, it was this one series of books with different animals? like zoe’s rescue zoo! that one was my favourite. there was also one i need to search up the name of. OOOHH IT WAS ‘THE REINDEER GIRL’!! super cute book and i loved the whole series!

currently reading?

i’m reading ‘golden cage’ by camilla läckberg, as well as ‘the da vinci code’ by dan brown!!!<3

currently watching?

on a house md rewatch rn!! but i did start a, like, kids’ show called unicorn academy.

currently consuming?

i just had an awesome eclair ^^

currently craving?

cold strawberry flavoured lemonade..,.,,..,,,

tags, feel free to ignore!!

@estellemilano @consumed-star @tino-i-guess @asurial i’m tired asf so that’s all my mind can think up, anyone can join!!

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Thanks so much for the tag @schofielded !!

3 Ships I Like

Okay so I’m currently writing for Anderperry so they have to be at the top of the list, Reddie is my beloved which I fear will follow me throughout my life so they’re next, and hmm idk what to put for my third one since I like to read for a lot of ships and have barely written for others. I think I’ll go with a surprise pick and say Boreo! Tragic gays for the win

First Ship Ever

Omg I actually cannot say it was too embarrassing. The first one I’m willing to say is Larry which is also embarrassing and I regret it but I fear the fanfic was so good sorry.

Last Song I Heard

Drums of Death by FKA Twigs. I am addicted, something about the beat is just so good.

Favorite Childhood Book

This is kind of hard for me because I mainly had author phases as a kid rather than just one book that I adored. Looking back, though, I would probably say The Tale of Despereaux by Kate DiCamillo was my favorite. Her descriptions were so good that it made me want to eat paper like the mice.

Currently Reading

Four Minutes by Nataliya Deleva! It’s a queer Bulgarian novel I’m reading for my around the world goal and I’m really enjoying it so far!

Currently Watching

Just finished watching Swing Girls (2004) so I’m counting it since I’m between TV shows right now. Anyway the movie was so cute and feel-good, I definitely recommend!!

Currently Consuming

I had fried chicken for dinner if that’s what this is referring to. Anyway it was good!

Currently Craving

A strawberry limeade with added coconut and cream from Sonic 💔 I don’t have my car rn so I am stranded sadly

No pressure tags: @neil-perrys-suicidal-tendencies @vinesandvellichor @good--merits-accumulated @lc-27 @axe-76 @dreadedwhim @poetrusic1959 @yawping-poets-society @scriptscraps @neilperryismine + open to anyone who wants to join!!

[gingernut1314]

Could you write some luffy dating headcanons?🫶🫶🫶

Dating Luffy would Include...

Content: gender-neutral reader, more love bug Luffy, what I think dating Luffy would be like

Word Count: 700+

A/N: Umm....yesss!!! I'm always so down to write fluffy Luffy things!! If there are any specific dating escapades you'd like me to write about, just let me know! I hope you enjoy!

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Luffy would be the softest, most kind person you’d ever dated

This man is peppering you with kisses every chance he gets

Hugging you every chance he gets

He’s just always finding ways to touch you

He needs to touch you, it’s his love language obvi

If you’re across the ship or somewhere doing something without him, he’s gonna stretch his arm or leg so that he can hold your hand or wrap an ankle around yours

Has close lined about half the crew cause of this

In his need to be close to you, expect to carry him a lot

Cause he’d gonna latch onto your back like some weird backpack

He’ll nuzzle his face in your neck and kiss your skin and tell you all the butterfly-inducing things he thinks of you

Luffy’s gonna say he loves you first

He might even say it way before you two start dating

This guy just loves his friends--you guys are his family

But when you two start dating, you might have to explain that you love him in a different way than you love the crew

Luffy might take a few moments to think this over, but I believe this guy is super emotionally intelligent so he’d know the difference 

And he has no problem letting you know he loves you in this different way too

Be ready to be the first person Luffy’s bringing his strange show and tell things too

Whether it’s a stick or a rock or a very creepy crawly bug, he’s gonna shove it way too close to your face and explain with a big old bright smile on his face what it is and how cool it is

Sometimes he’ll find cool gems or treasures and gift them to you

Sometimes, while on an island, he’ll see something that you just need to have

Of course, this man doesn’t have a single berri to his name, but he’ll beg Zoro or Sanji to buy it for him

And if he’s truly desperate, he’ll brave asking Nami for money

He’ll brave anything for you

He’s gonna do anything to see you smile and hear you laugh

He’ll do bad impressions of the crew or tickle you or even draw you something

He thinks you’re the most beautiful person in the world 

And he is not shy when it comes to telling you that

He’ll grab hold of your cheeks and tell you over and over till you feel like you might explode from the sweetness of it all

Luffy loves food

He lives and breathes food

Because of this, food, in a none cooking sense, is one of his love languages

Because while he will not share with anyone

You’ll find him not stealing food off your plate once you two start dating

You’ll find him making sure you’ve eaten enough before he vacuums down the rest of the food laid out for you all

If there was something you really were looking forward to eating, and Luffy has it on his plate, he’s gonna let you have a piece

You might even ask Sanji to teach you to cook something simple so you could cook for Luffy

And though Sanji assures you Luffy would beg for boiling water and eat burnt to near charcoal foods, he’ll understand you want it to be nice

Luffy will be brought to tears when you present your meal or snack to him

And he’ll attack you in hugs and kisses 

He’ll insist you share the food you made

I think any nicknames he gives you are gonna be food-related

“You’re my little rice ball or meatball” 

Might get the occasional Sunshine from him, but he’s coming up with these nicknames on the fly

And there are definitely ones that are better than others, but they are cute all the same

Ever since you two started dating, there hasn’t been a single night you two didn’t sleep in the same hammock

There really was rarely a night you two didn’t sleep together before you made your relationship official

But it’s mandatory now

And you are more than happy to be wrapped up in his strong, stretchy arms

Say goodbye to blankets cause Luffy is your blanket now

[separatist-apologist]

What Died Didn't Stay Dead

Summary: Gwyneth Berdara has been promised to a brutal prince who imagines himself a god. Setting sail across pirate infested waters, she and Nesta Archeron hatch a plan to escape her arranged marriage before they arrive.

Chapter 1 | Read on AO3

TW for depictions of sexual assault- reminiscing on the event, but it is graphic so please take care of yourself.

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Ship life was miserable. Nesta seemed to master her nausea by sheer force of will, though her skin had taken on a green pallor, Gwyn, however, lacked Nesta’s iron will and spent that first day emptying her stomach into a wooden bucket. Nesta had alienated the crew, who laughed quite loudly every time she trekked up the stairs to dump the bucket overboard.

She hated them. 

She was starting to hate every man, truly. Gwyn hadn’t forgotten why she was taking the voyage, though Nesta continued to pester her day and night about just taking off. Gwyn wasn’t convinced it was the right course of action given the fact that she had no practice in hiding or defending herself, and he had the largest army the world had ever seen at his disposal. Surely he also employed trackers? 

What happened when she was found? Even if she managed a year, or two, or even five—she’d grow complacent and then she’d be dragged before him. Gwyn didn’t want to risk it. Certainly not on the word of a stranger who, truthfully, was not very likable. 

There was another state room below deck that seemed to belong to a woman of such high stature, even the crew whispered her name. Emerie. Gwyn had yet to see her, though she sometimes walked very slowly through the rocking hallway between their two doorways, hoping for a glimpse of the woman. 

Three days of journeying hadn’t drawn her forth, and Gwyn suspected they’d never see her until they disembarked. It left her with Nesta Archeron, a born and bred noble lady who just barely acted like it. Gwyn was half obsessed, half irritated with Nesta. She liked the way Nesta barked orders just as much as she disliked it—Nesta was oozing with a self-assured kind of confidence Gwyn wanted to emulate. 

Every time she tried, though, she caught herself apologizing. Sorry, could you— 

Nesta, to her credit, would shoot Gwyn a side glance, her lip half curled over straight, white teeth. Stop that, those blue gray eyes seemed to demand, even when her lips said nothing at all. It was far easier to practice on Nesta than the strange men in charge of their existence on the ship. She’d heard stories of what men did at sea to women—how they regarded them as bad luck and, if there was trouble, would cast them out to sea by making them walk a plank.

Some stories were worse. Gwyn chose not to think of those, though they lingered at the back of her mind. 

Nesta and Gwyn woke on their third day to gloomy sunlight filtering through the ships little window. It was stuffy inside the cabin, leaving them both with sticky skin and hair curling against the nape of their neck. Gwyn groaned when Nesta tossed all the pieces of their clothing onto the bed, dreading the layers she’d need to lace herself into. They were breezy enough if the weather cooperated, but in the oppressively still air, the layers just caused sweat to pool, leaving her clothes frustratingly damp.

She was almost looking forward to disembarking and meeting her future husband. 

“Is a shift not enough?” Gwyn grumbled, well aware it wasn’t. For starters, it was thin and shapeless, and when it got damp, you could see hints of the flesh beneath. 

“Are you trying to give the sailors a thrill?” Nesta asked, motioning for Gwyn to spin so she could lace her up in the dress. Nesta wasn’t aggressive with the laces the way her aunt had been, trying to bruise her ribs as some sadistic form of punishment. No, Nesta was gentle, lacing enough to keep Gwyn in the dress while remaining comfortable and free. It was strange—Nesta had no reason to be kind to Gwyn, and yet in these small ways, she was.

Gwyn offered Nesta the same courtesy, admiring the fine embroidery work on the blue gown she wore. Gwyn’s wasn’t half so nice—she didn’t have a lot of nice clothing to begin with, and the one beautiful gown she did own was earmarked for her betrothed. 

They didn’t bother making their hair look nice. Given the lack of bathing facilities, Gwyn was certain hers must look stringy and wild thanks to the salty air. Nesta helped her pin it against the nape of her neck before quickly doing the same with her own thick, waist-length tresses. 

The air on the top deck was a relief. The sailors ignored their presence as they so often did, not wanting to be subjected to Nesta’s sharp tongue. 

They weren’t alone. In a rather simple, purple gown, stood the specter that must have been Emerie. Her brown skin gleamed even in the moody light and her chestnut hair curled in loose ringlets down her back. Turning her head to the side, Gwyn found hazel eyes peering back at them. Set inside a beautiful face, with high cheekbones and full lips, Emerie was impossibly lovely.

Even Nesta hesitated for a moment, smoothing her hands over the front of her dress as if that would make them look better. Gwyn was the one who made her way toward the railing where Emerie leaned, resting her own elbows against the rough seas.

“Hi,” she said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Emerie, right?”

“Right,” Emerie agreed in a soft voice. Her nails were clean, Gwyn noticed, hiding her own fingers before Emerie could make similar observations. “And you are…?”

Nesta came forward, protective in her way, buffering the other side of Gwyn. “What are you doing here?”

Emerie arched an immaculate brow, turning her gaze outward toward the open ocean. “Same as you.”

Gwyn could feel Nesta’s curiosity radiating from her, but Gwyn was squinting at the horizon Emerie was staring at.

What was that? 

“Is that a another ship?” she asked to no one in particular. Emerie only shrugged slim shoulders, her expression impassive.

“You thought we were the only ones out here?” Nesta asked, covering her eyes with her hand to try and see.

“Well—no,” Gwyn mumbled, though yes, that had been exactly what she’d thought. She certainly hadn’t expected to see another ship in the distance. Realistically, of course there were others carrying goods and people between the continents, but the ocean was big. 

“There are shipping lanes,” Emerie explained to both Gwyn and Nesta. “Coordinates they have to remain in to avoid pirates or ships flying other flags.”

“Are they friendly?” Gwyn questioned, earning a shrug from Emerie. 

“Let’s hope,” she replied before pushing off the balcony. “You two look like you need baths.”

Nesta’s eyes narrowed. “What are you trying to say?”

“Nothing,” Emerie lied, looking as though Nesta’s sharp words and cold expression amused her. “I have fresh water in my quarters if you want to wash yourself. If you don’t, don’t.”

“I do,” Gwyn said, not daring to look at Nesta. She’d have done almost anything for a bath at that point, even if it was merely a wet cloth she ran over her skin. 

Emerie turned her gaze toward Nesta, who was likely too stubborn to admit she wanted one, too. Gwyn looped her arm through Nesta’s.

“Come with me?” she asked, giving Nesta an out. Gwyn didn’t miss that flash of relief in Nesta’s gaze, banished so quickly it might never have happened at all.

“Alright,” Nesta agreed. Emerie smothered a smile, nodding toward them to follow her.

“What brings you here? It’s unusual to see so many unchaperoned ladies aboard a ship,” Emerie began conversationally, walking across the deck. “I’m surprised the sailors allowed it.”

“Gold is a powerful motivator,” Nesta replied noncommittally. “Women aren’t bad luck.”

Nesta said it loud enough that several heads turned to look at them impassively. Gwyn caught them all, always hyperaware of every man within touching distance. She didn’t trust any of them—she saw the way they watched when they didn’t think Nesta or herself noticed. It wasn’t women who were bad luck, but men who were often the harbingers of poor fortune when it came to women.

“I never claimed to think so,” Emerie replied easily, leading them toward the stairs and her own cabin. Hers was far superior, with food laid out on a desk that was barely touched alongside a large basin of clean, albeit salty, water. Nesta let Gwyn go first, none of them minding when Gwyn stripped before them. It was just the three of them—all ladies accustomed to being washed by others—so what did it matter?

Nesta and Emerie sat at the little table and picked at the food, a larger window opened to allow breezy air into the interior. It was almost pleasant. Gwyn was quick, rinsing out her hair and washing her skin with the soaps Emerie freely offered up. Nesta made stilted small talk, the worst “polite” lady Gwyn had ever met.

Emerie seemed to agree, laughing at one point over Nesta’s unwillingness to even pretend. “Who taught you manners?”

“I had tutors,” Nesta grumbled while Gwyn toweled off, despondent over how the once clean water was murky. Nesta didn’t seem to care, already unspooling her hair. “I can make small, polite conversation, I just…”

“Hate it?” Emerie guessed, head tilted to the side. “I can appreciate that.”

“My younger sister did most of the talking for me,” Nesta admitted while Gwyn took her spot at the table. Just as Emerie and Nesta had done for her, Gwyn didn’t look while Nesta sunk into the water. “I find the whole thing tedious.”

“I’m glad I never had to deal with that. My father wasn’t terribly wealthy until the spice trade,” Emerie confided with a secretive smile, “the rules are different if you’re low born.”

That was true enough. Gwyn nodded as she placed a grape in her mouth. “Your father trades spices?”

“He did, before he died,” Emerie murmured, eyes cutting toward the window in memory. “He’s dead now.”

“Condolenses,” Nesta offered with a splash of water. 

“No need,” Emerie replied, a grin washing over her lovely face. “His death was one of the best days of my life.”

“I will feel the same when my own father goes,” Nesta admitted, catching Gwyn by surprise. Maybe she shouldn’t have been, given Nesta’s quick assumption that Gwyn wanted out of her marriage—that she should just leave at port and vanish forever. 

Would Gwyn feel that way when her husband died? Or when he inevitably tired of her, too, and sent her away to some convent? Gwyn wanted to tell them everything, but the words got caught in her throat. She was scared—so very afraid that if she told them what had happened to her and Catrin, they’d view her as damaged. Soiled and spoiled, the wrong kind of woman.

Merril had warned her not to talk about it to other women, who would see her as loose and immoral, regardless of the circumstances. Would Nesta worry that associating with Gwyn would make her seem less marriageable?

No.

The first thing Nesta had done, when they’d met, was try and convince Gwyn not to get married. They were strangers, and still Nesta had offered to help. Gwyn thought she could tell Nesta the truth. Maybe Emerie, too, who was still smiling over the death of her father. It was the sort of smile that made Gwyn a little afraid to ask how, exactly, he’d died.

She suspected she already knew. 

Nesta rose from the bath to the sound of water sluicing from her form. She dried herself quickly, allowing Gwyn to relace her dress before nimbly braiding her hair in a crown around her head. 

“Should we head back up?” Emerie asked. Gwyn shrugged—she didn’t care either way. It was warm in the cabins but uncomfortable above deck, and if Gwyn stared at the waves for too long, she got sick.

They climbed back into the gloom, the ship rocking enough to one side that the three of them pressed into the railing for a moment to keep from tumbling backward. Above deck, Gwyn expected to see choppy seas and stormy clouds—not that ship that had once been a speck on the horizon coming toward them at a speed that was, frankly, alarming.

Black sails blotted out the sky. Gwyn was certain they hadn’t been that color before. As the sailors scrambled, Emerie continued climbing the steps upward, a grin spreading over her lovely face.

“Get below deck!” A sailor bellowed, only to be met with the end of her pistol.

“Where did you get that?!” Nesta screeched as Emerie pulled the hammer back. 

“I forgot what I’m supposed to say,” she began, looking around at the deck of men who had all suddenly gone still. “Oh, I remember. Surrender, and nobody has to die.” Nesta and Gwyn looked at one another, eyes wide.

“You’re a pirate?” Nesta hissed.

Emerie offered up a smile. “Surprise.”

—

Azriel knew Emerie had made the same offer she always did—surrender and no one had to die. That was made a tad more difficult when, after Azriel had secured his pirate and captives, Cassian blew a hole directly into the ship.

He’d expected screaming from the women, now tied back to back. Neither of them made a noise, eyes wide while they watched the crew of the ill-fated voyage leap from the sides, as if that would save them. 

Their silence didn’t bode well—they looked like fighters. Survivors. 

Well.

That suited Azriel just fine.

[kissingarthurclaus]

It's actually SO much fun trying to imitate the Arcane rendering/painting style?? I mostly eyeballed it for my first try and I think it turned out really good! I still gotta put together an official outfit ref for my s/i but man...I honestly can't stop thinking about them so here's a couple of little sketches as well!! 😭😭 (little lore dump + taglist under the cut!)

They were childhood friends, maybe even sweethearts, but they were definitely close! Unfortunately, my s/i's family fell on some pretty hard times, and she needed to find some kind of work to help support them. Suddenly she didn't have much time for him, and Viktor ended up alone again. They still cared about each other, but they grew apart, and with Viktor eventually moving topside to attend the academy she was left behind.

I imagine that they meet again just a little bit before Viktor meets Jayce when he's paying a visit to the Undercity and they bump into each other by chance. As an adult, she's running a body alterations shop with her best friend (my irl best friend hehe) where they do tattoos, piercings, even prosthetics! Later in the series, the shop is taken over by Silco but the two of them act as a sort of information hub for the Firelights.

I'm still working on some of the lore, like how she ends up meeting Jayce and Mel too and how they all end up dating but Viktor was the first one she fell for 💖 and a funny story that my mom told me once is actually that when I was a toddler she occasionally babysat a neighborhood boy named Victor!! We played together and bcs I was a baby I couldn't pronounce his name correctly so I called him 'pictor' and kinda bossed him around 😂 needless to say I'm using that in my lore!! I don't know something is just so special to me about childhood friends to lovers and I'm cooked aren't I??

Taglist♡: @me-myself-and-my-fos @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @sunstar-of-the-north @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus

@changeling-selfship @crushes-georg @cherry-bomb-ships @rosieaurora @rejaytionships @tropgothships @little-miss-selfships

@starlos-soulmate @limey-self-inserts @candyheartedchy @space-sweetheart @halsinkisser @clancykisser @squips-ship @berryshipbasket @soulnottainted @homevideorentals @cordshake @emceescha

[onesingularbraincell]

3 ships I like: uh minsung, wolfstar, hualian

first ship ever: either drarry (lol) or ironstrange i think

last song: rainy days by v

favourite childhood book: I'd have to say Harry Potter (drifted away from them and am now fully emersed in marauders but still) and this one specific book about a mouse and a boy that I used to say was my favourite book for ages but I CANT REMEMBER THE NAME

Currently reading: uh. Death Note. lol (i REALLY need to finish it ive not touched it for like half a year)

Currently eating: idk if bubblegum counts but ive recently learnt how to blow bubbles and akdhlsjd its so funn

Currently craving: tanghulu oH MY GOD PLEASEKAJDKS

tags: @all moots @skuirll @the-moon-and-stars-4ever @rainystarssx @lyasshelves @toastissuperior @may0325lee

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TY for tagging @echo-coyote !!

3 Ships I like: TBH I’m not rly into shipping (aroace-spec) but I do specifically love seeing Bly/Aayla in my feed they just so cute!! I should draw them.

First Ship Ever: Never really had one to this day lol

Last Song You've Heard: Moon&Prince from the Katamari Damacy soundtrack

Favorite Childhood Book: I think the My Father’s Dragon books hold the most noistalgia for me 🥰 They’re still in my bookshelf.

Currently Reading: I'm finally reading Dark Disciple! And Walking Practice by Dolki Min. A Korean horror book about a shapeshifting alien who eats the people it matches with on tinder.

Currently Watching: Tim and Eric Super Awesome Show Great Job! and always running back through TBB and TCW casually. Thinking about starting Shogun soon tho? I also need to finish Rings of Power and Vox Machina. The Amazon ads are killing me tho.

Currently Consuming: Nothing I just woke up but will soon grab my water bottle.

Currently Craving: a chocolate croissant that is waiting for me in the kitchen 😳

NPT: @spicy-tomato-sauce @soularsss @collishere @stars-n-spice @noblelightfighter @electrikworm

(Apologies if ur already tagged I have been offline for a bit hehe)

[coleeeitgysn1infi]

Another day rant-

(not an analysis, just my boring take and bad grammar cos I suck at english.)

People don't seem to care much on the difference about SaneGiyu and GiyuSane and saying they don't care about the role they just want to see these two goofballs together. Which, ofc it's cute, common. But why I see such a big difference between Sngy and Gysn is because sngy is so off character to me. This is mostly on the shippers, most of them mischaracterize both of them, and when confronted about it, they just either cuss you out or don't care at all and with continue to mischaracterize them (happened to me). Which is wrong, isn't it? SaneGiyu just feels like a whole different ship where people just took the name and the design of the characters and paste it a whole completly different personality and call it canon. This happens a lot, most of the SaneGiyu stuff you see is Giyuu being a twink and Sanemi with big bad boy who has no good intentions. It's really really rare to see people keeping them canon and thank God, I came across two or three artist who ACUTELY keep both the characters in their character, with or without smut.

To be fair, I will always pick GiyuSane over SaneGiyu. SaneGiyu became so bad to me that my day gets ruined when I see it, I fr cried when I saw Giyuu on the trailer of season four, cos I damn knew the fandom was gonna do some stupid shit with that horrible redesign. 😭 (yes,I'm a season 1 Giyuu truther, come at me, I dare you).

SaneGiyu mostly is focused on Giyuu's POV and people mostly exaggerate his personality and past trauma a lot which makes people think, this version they have a Giyuu is actually his character, which is not. While GiyuSane is mostly focused on Sanemi's POV, because, unlike Giyuu who's a simple person and doesn't have a problem with being vulnerable, actually has a lot of things people can prospect on which in the fandom, is tossed aside because they already got this image of Sanemi in their head from season 1 and some do not even want to believe other wise and will continue to push that Sanemi is this horrible person.

There's a lot of messed up SaneGiyu stuff out there, mostly the people shipping it are Giyuu fans, and want him to be this submissive, feminine, twink who needs protection all the time, and who else to be that person but the aggressive over protective scar boy Sanemi who can't catch a break, calm down, not be on alarm 24/7 who actually needs to feel that protection, but will never admit it or even realize that he needs to be vulnerable.

[artilumi]

i have a little bit of a dc hot take id like to share… ik dc does queer couples pretty poorly, but it’s interesting to me how fans object to queer characters in queer relationships a lot bc of “character development”, i think it’s partially bc of a reminiscent feeling, especially w harley and ivy, mainly harley, ppl missing when she was evil and cruel and deranged, and i get that, but it’s important to acknowledge shes changed and shes better, not only bc of her as a character but also bc of her in relation to batman, im shes her own character now but she was first linked directly to batman, his stories and shes a prime example that bruces philosophy abt second chances is worth it, and ppl object to harlivy a lot for two reasons either dcs sort of fetishist agenda or bc they deem it “uncharacteristic” for either of them but again mainly harley to feel this kind of love bc theyre villains, but it just feels a little… homophobic to me, in some senses, dislike any ship u want but the incredibly strong objection to queer couples in the name of “character development” rubs me the wrong way.

another couple i mention are tim and bernard, i saw the valentines special and it was bad really bad, but ppl were saying to kill bernard, cut him out, traumatize tim again FOR WHY?? bc some idiot dc writer fucked up and made one of tims cheated-up ex-gf say she wanted to thank him and bernard? im sorry ive gen never seen bernard be of any detriment to tims character, tim as a character (be that as tim or as robin/red robin) has bren going downhill for years, it not bc he has a boyfriend now

u see what i mean? it just feels so disingenuous and icky to me… anyway, im saying peacefully btw ik ppl object to other ships for teh same reasons (like dickbabs) but i feel like the dislike is much stronger when the ship is queer, if anyone disagrees theres no need to fight me we can be civil and calm ty

[skimmingmilk]

ooo now i'm curious, tell us more about drift! 👀

i'm assuming, like his name implies, he "drifts" around and just does whatever he wants?

You got it! Drift's name came from a couple of things. First, it's the game mechanic when you take tight corners while boosting as Sonic xD But also, it can mean being carried along by the wind or water, so fitting for a pirate world and also compatible with Sails's name :) And then the big thing is that he's so adrift in his own life. Just completely and utterly directionless.

Drift lives alone on an island in the middle of No Place. He can't swim, so he's not about to go live a life on the open seas. Most of the planet is under water, with scattered islands spread out across the ocean.

Now, he doesn't let it bother him! He doesn't need much, his island is lush and peaceful. It's okay that he can't really run anywhere, the island's not that big, he can cross it in less than fifteen minutes just walking. He likes living life worry-free, without a care in the world. He naps in hammocks all day long, plays his guitar, and eats seaweed salads and drinks out of coconuts xD He has absolutely no drive to do anything. No purpose. No point. And he's happy. He doesn't care that he's stuck in one place because his island is beautiful and he's alone! No one telling him what to do, no one expecting anything of him. It's just him, nature, and peace.

This probably doesn't sound too bad, right? Except, it's Sonic. An aimless Sonic who sees absolutely nothing wrong with lying on a beach all day, every day, alone, forever. He's Sonic's carefree nature dialed up to the point where he couldn't care less. Without anything to run towards, he doesn't run at all. Without anything to live for, he's not even really living.

He's also very talkative despite being alone. Drift got the whole slice of the talking pie xD Sharp might have a sharp tongue, but he also isn't compelled to say everything that's on his mind and Bur (originally Snare, but I think Bur works better for his character, like the little spiky seed balls that get stuck on clothes or in animal fur) is non-verbal. So it's safe to say, Sonic's most annoying qualities went to Drift, lol.

When Drift finally has some company - in the form of Rouge and Knuckles landing on his island for a change - all he's got to offer them are carefree conversations and coconuts, no way home in sight. Just miles of ocean.

"Haven't you ever wanted to at least see what else is out there?" Knuckles demanded. Eyes still closed, Drift lazily waved his hand towards the endless blue expanse beyond the edge of his beach. "Take a long look, pal. That's all there is." "You can't know that!" Knuckles smacked the palm tree with the side of his fist, the whole thing swaying along with the hammock and finally coaxed the hedgehog to crack one eye open and peer up at him. "If you've never left this island, how could you know that there isn't something more for you?" Drift clicked his tongue, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he folded his arms behind his quills. "You tell me, big guy. What could be better than this? Now d'ya mind? You're kinda blocking my sun."

Knuckles can't stand him xD Rouge is just annoyed and wants to find a way back as soon as possible. But the two of them give him a little more perspective, even if he doesn't outwardly show it - because it is pretty fun to annoy them, he's never had real people to mess with - and when Tails shows up, it becomes clear that Drift is fully aware of how he's not actually free. Not caring is his way of coping, convincing himself that he couldn't possibly want more because he can't have it when the world has nearly drowned. But after connecting with both Tails and Knuckles, Drift decides life's no fun without taking a chance or two, so he decides to go with them when they finally leave the island.

Then they'll run across a familiar pirate ship we all know and love, and Drift will find both a purpose and adventure waiting for him aboard <3 He and Sails hit it off almost instantly, to the surprise of absolutely no one, lol. They bond the quickest out of all the variants.

Drift likes to hang out in the crow's nest because "it's the farthest from the water that I can get" and that's where Sails likes to hang out, too, when he doesn't feel like partying and wants somewhere to tinker on his contraptions. Sails thinks he's funny and Drift thinks he's clever. They understand each other's longing for freedom and purpose, but they worry about the price. Drift doesn't want to be anchored to anything and Sails worries he's only valuable as a member of a crew, that on his own, he's nothing. They both fill a need they didn't know they had, and they recognize it straightaway.

"Well... if ye every feel like yer being dragged down here," Sails hummed as he looked out at the edge of the horizon, "I'll fly ye up and out." "Oh yeah?" Drift snorted, but his muzzle quirked in genuine amusement. "Wouldn't that be considered mutiny?" "Can ye really mutiny if ye don't even have a proper captain?" Sails sighed dramatically, coaxing a chuckle out of his companion. "It keeps changin' every day! They keep... they keep abandonin' us," he said, his voice soft, but there was a frustrated edge to it lying just beneath the surface. "Why shouldn't any of us leave?" "Then why don't ya?" Sails pursed his mouth thoughtfully. "I've only ever been any good as a part of a crew. Even if all I ever do is help throw parties and act as lookout. At least I'm doin' something for someone." "A fair point," Drift agreed idly. "Well, guess it'll just depend then. How far can those tails of yours carry ya?" Sails looked over at him and shrugged. "Don't know," he answered honestly. "But so far, they've gotten me where I've needed to go. Can't promise they'll do the same for ye, but... I can promise I'll try." Drift glanced at him, and the sea breeze suddenly wasn't all that cold as a warm smile spread across his face. "I'll hold ya to it," he chuckled.

I haven't written much for them, I still need to figure out exactly when in the show they meet (right now I have it outlined for right after the episode "No Way Out" but I haven't fully pieced together each sequence of events), but I know I love them and they're wonderful~

Thanks for asking about my other problem child Drift! <3

[fandomsandflyingstingrays]

The dialogue for this came to me out of nowhere while I was trying to fall asleep last night and I knew I had to write it, so here's my take on Circe meeting Penelope

“Spit it out, Hermes.”

A chuckle from the treetops was the only indication Circe got that the god had heard her. “Tired of my company already?”

“Always.”

“Hmm. No accounting for taste.” Hermes deigned to descend from the treetops at last, his winged sandals bringing him to hover just above the ground. “But since you insist, I came to give you a warning.”

Circe stiffened.

“A ship will be arriving shortly.”

She stood, dropping her basket of herbs.

“It’s friendly.”

She blew out an exasperated breath, even as her muscles relaxed. “Your definition of a warning could use some work. If they’re not a threat to me, why did you come all this way?”

“For their sake more than yours, darling. I have a vested interest in making sure you don’t add this particular crew to your pigsty.”

Circe rolled her eyes. “I haven’t turned anyone into a pig in eight years.”

“She’ll be glad to hear it.”

“She?”

Hermes disappeared before the question had fully left Circe’s lips. She rolled her eyes again, so hard that it sent a spike of pain through her skull, but she had to admit that he’d piqued her interest. The nymphs of Aeaea had come from many different walks of life, bearing many different tales, but none had ever arrived by boat. Whatever woman approached now would be different than any Circe had met before. It would only be fair to greet her in person.

Arrival at the shoreline only deepened Circe’s confusion. The boat docked at the beach was just like all the others that had arrived on Aeaea in recent years: same wood, same design, same pattern of men moving about. The lone, black-haired woman standing at the ramp truly was the only strange thing about it.

The man beside her caught sight of Circe and began waving frantically with both arms— more out of excitement than fear, she thought. Perhaps the woman wasn’t the only strange thing after all.

Circe waved back, albeit with a single hand and much more dignity, and approached the ship— only to stop in her tracks as her breath caught.

The man lowering his arms was clean-shaven and youthful and tall, but otherwise, he was a dead ringer for— 

“Odysseus?”

The man bowed. “No, Lady Circe. My name is Telemachus. Although I’m told my father and I look a lot alike.”

So this was the boy Odysseus had spoken of with such affection. “It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, prince of Ithaca.” Turning to the woman at his side, Circe added, “I suppose that must make you Queen Penelope.”

“That’s right.”

“Has the king come with you?”

“I’m afraid not. Our seas have never been calmer, but he still says he’s had his fill of sailing.”

So he had made it home, in the end. Warm relief trickled down Circe’s spine, but it chilled at Penelope’s next words. 

“May I disembark so that we can speak more easily?”

Circe didn’t think the only kind man to set foot on Aeaea in centuries would have sent his wife and son after her for revenge, but it wasn’t out of the question that they had come on their own. She’d grown accustomed to her empty sty, and she wasn’t eager to fill it again. Best to find an excuse to send them on their way. 

But still, Circe was curious— curious about what had become of Odysseus, curious about what his wife was doing on her shores. An entire crew might pose a threat to her nymphs, but one mortal woman she could overpower if need be.

“I’m not in the practice of allowing men into my palace these days, but you may disembark alone, if you wish.”

Penelope hesitated, and Telemachus squeezed her shoulder. “Go ahead, Mom. I’ll keep an eye on the crew.”

Penelope kissed her son on the head and swept down the ramp, clasping Circe’s hand once they reached the bottom. She let Circe set the pace as they set off for the palace, seeming content to walk in silence.

Circe made it all of five minutes before she could no longer tolerate it. “For what it’s worth, I apologize for attempting to seduce your husband.”

Penelope actually laughed. “Well, it’s not as though you knew he was married. From what Odysseus has told me, his loyalty to me was what inspired you to help him in the first place. And besides, having seduced him myself, I understand the urge.���

“Perhaps. But I doubt you were trying to get him to let his guard down so that you could kill him more easily.”

Penelope stopped, and Circe tensed. But when she turned, it wasn't anger on her face. It was sorrow. Almost pity, but not as grating. It was empathy.

“From the moment my cousin returned from the war with no news of my husband, men from across the island came to my palace to vie for his crown. I held them off for years, used every trick I could think of, while they eat my food and stole my possessions and tormented my child. Every single night, I barricaded my door and fought tooth and nail to sleep through my terror.” Penelope’s eyes hardened, holding Circe’s gaze. “Again, Lady Circe. I understand.”

In all her millennia, Circe had never felt so seen. It was a deeply uncomfortable experience— but liberating, in its own way. There was no shame in seeing herself in a mortal when she had been cast away by the gods. Circe had spent her years trapped, using all her cunning to keep her daughters safe. Just as Penelope had waited in her own prison, her wits the only thing keeping her and her son from ruination.

“Divine blood runs through your veins. I can sense it.”

If Penelope was confused by the abrupt change of subject, she didn’t show it. “Yes. My mother is the Naiad Periboea.”

It wouldn’t give her the same strength as one descended from a god, but Circe had taught many a Naiad before. She could make it work.

“With your husband’s return, I would imagine your suitors no longer plague you. But I’d happy to teach you how to turn such men into pigs, if you wish. There’s never any harm in being prepared.”

For the first time, the queen of Ithaca smiled. “Lady Circe, why do you think I'm here?”

[mcytshipsandmore]

I dont think this is the right place to put this (feel free to ignore if it isn’t) but I can’t find the confessions blog so hi. So for all of the 5 or 6 years I’ve been in the Hermitcraft fandom, I’ve never been big on shipping at all really. But recently I have been slowly dragged into the scarian, ethubs, gempearl, and the like. Idk. Idk. It’s making me a bit insane. Like do I ship them? Or do I just need sleep? I feel like I’m questioning my identity just cuz I had a thought to draw some cubitos kissing. Idk hehehehehe

anyways have a good night (-3•) ~<3

This is the right place dude no worries! Anything ship related belongs here! This was the right place to ask!

Even if you do ship them, that is okay to do as long as it is legal and not harming anyone!

But I think it’s for you to figure out if you ship them. You can look at fanfics and art and animatics or even this account to see if you like them or if you just like some of their concepts! Plus the ships you named are very popular and loved so you can even talk to other people who ship them :)

Ships tend to make people “insane” since people like them a lot so that’s normal to lol

Hey, if you do end up deciding you ship them, feel free to leave us an asks! Leaving asks will help you find other people like you! Just remember to read our rules if you do :)

Btw scarian is amazing I really like it I can see why you were sucked into it 🙏 -⭐️

Also I’m sorry if my advice isn’t helpful at all, if anyone wants to leave this anon advice feel free to do so in the comments or reblogs! Anon, make sure to watch out for those !

[gaykarstaagforever]

I just watched TOS "Mudd's Women".

This is Season 1 so there are some quirks, as compared to the later seasons. Like Uhura is wearing the gold uniform.

No Chekov yet. Just some guy who looks like a partially-deflated Conan O'Brien.

Spock keeps doing this little grin the whole time, like he is barely concealing his amusement at how goofy and horny everyone else is. I guess they eventually wear him down into Stoic Spock.

Mudd calls Spock a "half-Vulcanian." Which is more technically correct as the name for someone from Vulcan, like a Vulcan would be from the planet Vulk. But I guess writers kept misspelling it or something, so

I like Harry Mudd's accent. Like an Irish pirate cowboy, who is also obviously faking it. Fits the character.

The ship runs on "lithium crystals" instead of "dilithium," I guess because no one thought yet about lithium being a real thing that has real properties they'd need to take into account at some point. A shame. I like the idea that the Enterprise runs on banks of EV batteries. Explains all the explosions.

Kirk pushes the Enterprise too hard and we hear all the lithium crystals pop in sequence. They sound like someone breaking Kit Kats off screen. Scotty AND Sulu warn Kirk not to let that happen, and he absolutely does it anyway, then acts like it's everyone else's fault the ship is dead in the water and running out of air. Which, yeah, that's our Kirk.

Also when they go to get new crystals from a mining planet, Kirk beams the miners up to discuss payment. I guess they didn't have the whole "Communist space future" thing worked out yet.

Both Scotty and Kirk call Mudd a "jackass." I didn't know you could say ass on 60s TV. I suppose it was as part of a metaphor that used it to mean donkey. But they still said "ass." Twice.

This is only one of two times TOS shows them using the computer during a hearing as a lie detector. This would have been useful technology like...400 more times, over the next all of the shows and movies, forever. But "she" also points out, unprompted, how everyone is horny during the hearing. And I can't imagine Picard finding that as funny as Kirk does.

McCoy's horny face. (Also I think his patch is on crooked.)

...Has he always had a pinkie ring??

Round playing cards! Round playing cards, in SPACE!

Mudd is a wanted criminal with diagnosed mental problems who is flying a spaceship he probably murdered a guy for, so he can sell women he supplies drugs to to space miners. That's what this episode is about.

When they all go down to the lithium mining planet, Kirk teaches the incel miners that having *real* women as co-equal human companions is better than having twee anime babes who only like them because the women are drugged. This is unrealistic.

This might be the first time it is relevant to a Star Trek plot that Kirk can't fall in love because he wants to fuck the ship. The same ship that earlier proves it can tell when he's horny. ...This is why normal people bully us for watching this show.

[animeomegas]

Technically this is Itachi related but it's more going back to that post about his mate needing glasses or needs them. Something like this in my head

Itachi's alpha: *squinting suspiciously at him*

Itachi, thinking: "Are they ok? Do they need something?"

Alpha, squinting even more:

Itachi, sweating: "fuck..... do I do something? Why are they looking at me like that?"

Alpha, thinking: "Who the fuck is that.... where's Itachi, why are they in our house- Baby! You have any friends over?"

Pfft-

If alpha has eyesight that bad, then they can match with Itachi XD

The legally blind couple, ship name: eight eyes. 👓x👓

[starrycrim]

winddown doodle before sleep, been thinking about this ship more often lately <3

[upon-the-snow]

early mornings after nightmares