#otp: death and cigarettes

[dzvagabond]

My self indulgent birthday kisses art piece~! Four days late.

I’m very proud of how everyone turned out ;w;

close ups under the cut :3

In order from left to right down:

Heartman & Tether [they/them]

Micolash & Aiden [he/him]

Stein & Oliver [he/they]

Eizen & Neptis [she/they]

Luca & Marius [he/him]

[severinageto]

No one ———————- ONE SHOT

With her chin resting on her left palm, Shoko Ieiri stared out the window of her office, bored. She’d have to head down to the morgue soon. There weren’t any bodies to deal with this time, but still, what a hassle! If she had known this would be her reward after six years in medical school, she never would have paid that girl to take the test for her.

But here she was. B-o-r-e-d. She started scrolling, looking for something that made sense, but it was all the same crap: pretty faces, perfect bodies, and pristine smiles.

She looked at herself in the mirror. A set of dark circles worthy of a Tim Burton muse. She touched them, trying to remember what her face looked like without them. Her eyes wandered automatically to the drawers of her desk. The first one was filled with important documents. The second held her glass, her whiskey bottle, and her spare pack of cigarettes. The third was the most infamous. And no, it didn’t contain +18 doujinshis of her OTP or the receipt for her Gentleman Studio Sesshomaru figure, but something, in her opinion, worse: remnants of her first big hobby.

She clicked her tongue and looked out the window again. Trees, old buildings, more trees. God, how much of her life had she already spent in this place?

“About seventy percent,” she said to herself, lighting a cigarette. “By all the gods, I’ve turned into Masamichi. How awful.”

She opened the window and took a deep drag from her cigarette. As she exhaled, she saw the idiot in the courtyard with Panda and Maki. He had that smirk that made him look like a smug platypus and was wearing a ridiculous white bandage. She checked the time. What were they doing out there at 11:45 PM? Probably some dumb stunt only that brain-dead head could come up with.

She was about to close the window when she heard it.

“Hey, Shoko! Wait up, I’m coming up!”

“Dammit, thirteen years with him and I still forget he has X-Men senses,” she thought, while spraying some vanilla air freshener.

Satoru kicked open her door, as usual, the big oaf.

“Long time no see! Look what I got for you.”

Gojo tossed around thirty keychains from different cities in Japan onto her desk. Shoko started massaging her temples, showing her stress.

“I don’t even want to imagine what all this junk is.”

Without an invitation, Satoru plopped down in the comfiest chair, which of course, belonged to Shoko.

“Maki and Panda called me rude for not bringing gifts, so I started bringing these.”

“I think what they meant was that you always bring delicious and fancy sweets ONLY for yourself, when you know the custom is to bring something for everyone else.”

“Nah,” Gojo said, picking his nose.

Shoko sighed.

“Fine, I don’t want them.”

“Give them to your boyfriend Ijichi then.”

“HE’S NOT MY BOYFRI…!” The sorceress interrupted herself. She didn’t have the patience to deal with the albino. “What do you want, Gojo?”

“What are you doing here at this hour?”

Shoko walked over, pulled out her whiskey bottle, and tried to move Satoru from her chair, unsuccessfully. Resigned, she flopped down on the sofa.

“Night shift. What I don’t get is what you were doing with the guys at this hour. Though, honestly, I don’t care. I just want to know why you decided to come to my office. I don’t believe for a second that all this junk is for me.”

Satoru propped his feet up on the desk.

“Your third drawer. I’ve been dying to know what’s in it.”

Shoko looked at him, confused and annoyed.

“Have you been snooping through my stuff?”

“Yep. And the third one is the only one I couldn’t open.”

Shoko stood up and threw her glass at him, knowing he’d refuse it.

“That’s why nobody can stand you!”

Satoru started laughing.

“Nanamin likes me.”

“Oh, Gojo, no one’s more delulu than you.”

“You like me too, Shoko.”

Ieiri sat back down. Sure, lately she couldn’t stand him and resented him for how he acted after Haibara’s death, but she still cared about him. How could she not? He had been one of her dearest friends. Along with the other damn guy.

She tossed him the keys to her drawer.

“Look for yourself if you dare.”

Satoru opened it with a satisfied grin, and Shoko swore his face lit up as he pulled out her things: the Polaroid, the digital camera, the analog one, and a box full of photos.

The albino started flipping through them quickly, laughing at some, making disgusted faces at others (probably the ones of Utahime), and sighing at a good number.

You didn’t have to be a Nobel Prize winner in astrophysics to guess which ones made him sigh.

Suddenly, Satoru took off the bandage. He began to examine a series of photos with attention. Shoko watched him, curious.

“What did you find?”

Satoru showed her. In the first one, he was laughing out loud. In the second, Suguru was doing the same. In the third, both of them were laughing.

“I remember the exact moment you took this.”

*

Spring 2006 had just begun. As usual, the number of curses had increased, and naturally, Suguru and Satoru were very busy. Not only did they have to deal with exorcising them but also planning strategies. They used to do this while walking around the academy. Suguru said it helped him think more clearly and, besides, he could be alone with Satoru without anyone bothering them.

That day, however, things felt strange, a bit heavy. Suguru noticed that Satoru was uncomfortable and very quiet.

“Don’t you have anything to add to our plan?”

The albino shook his head.

“Sure? Not even a thing? Doesn’t it bother you that I’m doing most of the exorcising?”

“No, not at all, and it doesn’t bother me.”

Suguru stopped walking. That was really odd. Satoru kept walking at a fast pace until he realized Geto had fallen behind.

“Hey, Suguru, what’s wrong, idiot?”

Geto felt offended. That was uncalled for.

“What’s wrong with you, moron? You haven’t said anything and you don’t care that I’m doing almost all the exorcising. That’s weird.” Suguru sighed and approached him. He took his shoulder affectionately. “Sorry for calling you a moron, it’s just that I don’t understand you. Are you mad?”

Satoru bit his lip. Yes, his attitude was weird, but he wasn’t mad. Or at least not at Suguru. What was bothering him was deeply related to him, but he didn’t know how to express it. He furrowed his brows and his body tensed.

Noticing his reactions, Suguru came even closer. He caressed his cheek with the back of his hand and then took his chin.

“You can tell me. That’s what I’m here for.”

“No, it’s just... the situation has put me in a bad mood.”

“Do you want me to tell you a joke?” he asked with a smile. “If I make you laugh, you’ll tell me what’s going on. Deal?”

Gojo looked at him incredulously. Suguru didn’t tell jokes. Suguru was into making lists, recounting historical facts no one cared about, and deep philosophical reflections.

“Okay. Deal.”

Puffing up his chest and pointing to the sky with his index finger, he said:

“Why did the scarecrow win an award?”

Gojo looked at him over his glasses.

“Suguru…”

“Answer, albino.”

“I don’t know. Why?”

Suguru widened his eyes and did a little pose.

“Because he was outstanding in his field!”

Satoru stared at him with his mouth open. He looked at Suguru, who was laughing by himself. That joke was terrible. So terrible it came around full circle. Suddenly, he burst into a loud laugh.

“Please, don’t quit sorcery to become a comedian,” he said, laughing.

Geto shrugged and then kissed his cheek.

“I’m not interested in doing that, unless it’s to make you laugh.”

Gojo took his hand, excited. Suguru was too good to be true. And too good for him.

“I’m angry, Suguru.”

“Why?”

Because…” Gojo took a deep breath. What he was about to say was incredibly difficult for him. “...I’m constantly thinking about you. Listen: all the time. It doesn’t leave me alone, whatever I do, your damn violet eyes, your stupid hair, and your voice come to mind. Your voice is the one that annoys me the most, you know?”

Suguru looked at him, trying to hold back a smile.

“Why, Satoru?”

“There! Right there! You say my name like the fucking Hello Kitty is speaking! It’s so sexy I don’t know what pants to wear!”

Now Geto couldn’t hold back his laughter.

“Satoru, if Hello Kitty seems sexy to you, I think I should call the police.”

Gojo rolled his eyes.

“I meant it’s like a purr, Suguru.”

Geto touched the tip of his nose with his index finger.

“And you? You say Suguru like you want to sweep my name away with a broom.”

“…the fuck does that mean?”

Suguru started laughing.

“I don’t know!” he exclaimed, hugging him.

Gojo started laughing too. He ran his fingers through Suguru’s hair, thinking that Suguru’s love was wonderfully improbable, like a flower blooming in the middle of winter, like a shooting star on a full moon night, like a black swan among a flock of white ones. And definitely, like a dream come true.

“Are you not mad anymore?” Suguru asked, taking his hand and starting to walk. In the distance, Shoko could be seen with her camera.

“You knew I’m not like your Russian authors when it comes to talking about love when you wanted to be my boyfriend, Suguru.”

Geto laughed again.

“I’m not sure it’s the best example, but…”

“And now what are you laughing about!?

“About my name being swept away with a broom and yours coming out of Hello Kitty’s mouth.”

Satoru blushed and started laughing too. Shoko approached with her camera.

“Hey! What are you two laughing about?”

Both of them stopped laughing and surrounded their friend.

“Nothing”, they said in unison. The three of them started walking.

After a few minutes, Gojo said:

“Suguru.”

Geto burst into laughter and, between laughs, said:

“Satoru.”

Both laughed until they were in tears.

Suddenly, Suguru kissed Satoru on the mouth.

”No one makes me laugh like you do. No one.”

Shoko looked at them, pretending to be disgusted. “When did they fall so much in love?” she thought as her camera clicked.

*

Back in the present, in Shoko’s office, a small tear ran down Satoru’s face as he remembered the earlier moment. His eyes looked strangely dim and his lips curved downwards. The sorceress, surprised by his expression and moved by her friend's story, said:

“Take it if you want.”

Gojo nodded.

“Perfect, because I have to leave. It’s getting late.”

Shoko looked at the clock. Half past twelve. Where would he have to be at this hour?

Satoru opened the door to leave, but Shoko stopped him.

“Hey, Gojo, I wanted to ask you, what’s with the bandage? Are you cosplaying as Shishio or something?

Gojo opened a chocolate bar and started munching on it before answering.

“It’s so my head doesn’t hurt as much and, in a way, to see less crap.”

“Interesting. Why didn’t you think of this before?”

The albino smiled cryptically.

“Because it was someone smarter than me’s idea”,he said, while putting the photo in his pocket.

Shoko quickly put two and two together. Of course, it had to be his idea, which only meant one thing.

“Gojo, don’t tell me that…”

”Do you really want to know?”

She lit another cigarette and refilled his glass. She didn’t want to know. That would make her an accomplice.

“Is there really no one else you’re interested in, Gojo? It’s been nine years.”

Satoru adjusted his bandage again, took a candy from his pocket, and smiled.

“No one.”

With that said, he left.

Shoko sighed and, while sitting in her chair, pondered aloud.

“When did they fall so much in love?”

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Art by x.com/sad_eris23

[lauren-no-why]

Redmayne Brothers breakdown?

Phew, okay, here we go! Three characters to answer for, I love you for asking this, haha.

Johnnie

How I feel about this character: My precious baby boy, I adore him. Reckless perfect terrible child. Pat him on the head, he brings so much joy.

Ship romantically: None in canon. Johnnie/his ego, Johnnie/hedonism, Johnnie/so many girls he doesn't remember the names of and maybe a few he does but not in a serious way. He's a ladies boy, or certainly thinks of himself that way, and none of it is romance but it is very definitely lust and pleasure.

Also thanks to some very long-running eternally-ongoing shenanigans I ship him with Chrissy Cunningham from Stranger Things. @spectromagic knows.

Non-romantic OTP: Man it's not an OTP it's just these three brothers and their dynamic. I love them all even if it's mostly headcanon (BEN!!! PLEASE GIVE US MORE). I think they've all leaned on each other a lot over the years and Johnnie looks up to Dale and Alex so much. I can only imagine how absolutely devastated they are by his death (BEN!! GIVE) and that tragedy feeds me.

Unpopular opinion: I don't care at all for the Buck/Johnnie ship. Doesn't work for me. Buck is very clearly obsessed with Lee to the point of absolute ruin. I think the cigarette scene was mostly meant as a way to show that Buck can interact with the ghosts and also that he's super freaked out by this (at first) but then later just like, accepting of it. Does not read as shippy to me.

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: Oh I desperately hope we run into him again, causing trouble out there in ghost form, because clearly we know he's still around. Also I absolutely MUST know more about his whole backstory and also whatever he saw in his visions and also whatever he experienced while black-brained because I live and die for cosmic horror and you know that's some really horrific shit.

Dale

How I feel about him: Without dumping paragraphs of headcanon here, good lord I adore Dale. We know he's brilliantly creative when it comes to music, and must have quite the force of personality also to be a co-leader of the gang. There's so much there to draw from, and then we also know (or it's implied, I guess) that a lot of the music that survives to the modern era via Lord Huron covers was massively inspired by Johnnie's death, maybe as a way to cope. I feel for him so much. Poor Dale.

Ship romantically: Look we have nothing to go off of, but if I had to name names I'd just go with the lovely Ms. Penny Clicks there at his side in the Fool for Love MV. In my head they had a thing once and are now buddies that absolutely lean on each other a lot, where he trusts her to get shit done that needs to get done. Big fan of the lady gang members as a whole.

Part of me also wants to ship him with Rigo but that isn't fair because it's purely invented and Rigo is like, dead or vanished anyway and so the only purpose that serves is to dump more trauma on his head.

Non-romantic OTP: See this answer in Johnnie's section.

Unpopular opinion: I don't... think there are enough popular opinions here to even go off of lmao

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: Hey Ben can you give us more, thanks. I would like more. At least mention him eventually again since his name hasn't come up since Strange Trails and it's killing me.

Alex

How I feel about this character: The absolute pillar of these three, my third best boy, Alex I adore you so much. When there is no dad you must become the dad. Strength both physically and mentally. His crew has so much respect for him, Johnnie adores him, you know that he's always doing his absolute best to make sure everyone has what they need and are causing the most havoc in the right ways at all times. Champion. In my head he's almost religiously dedicated to the World Ender and has taken this leadership role very seriously. He's like a paladin but of a violent street gang that's part cult to some unearthly being. So good. So good.

Ship romantically: I accidentally started shipping him with Moonbeam in like a nonromantic but FWB way and I'm obsessed with this dynamic now. He doesn't trust many people but he does trust her, and she's more than earned it.

Non-romantic OTP: See this answer in Johnnie's section.

Unpopular opinion: Buddy who else even has opinions about Alex, we barely have anything on him, I'm glad that my head is a lively place full of extrapolation and daydreams.

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: What the FUCK he didn't even get a single speaking line??? Peter Mendoza is such a sweetheart and a talented actor and he didn't even get a line??? Wasted opportunity. Bring him back. Let's see the violence he will unleash on Z'Oiseau following Johnnie's death. The man is an absolute force of nature leading LA's most feared gang. I need to see this desperately.

[nakedmonkey]

Hi hi hello hi, if you're still taking the little OTP prompts, for beloved shivlina, what would do you think of #5 (yes I know, the idea of shiv+physical affection, unhinged, I know, but PRECISELY), #19, and #25?

5. Who makes the first move to cuddle?

You guys are gonna judge me for this, but Shiv. It happens while they're sleeping. Shiv kinda stirs awake and she realizes she is fully death-grip big-spooning Karolina. She instantly, groggily goes "Oh shit, sorry." And Karolina, who's still technically asleep and doesn't even know what's going on, goes, "What?"

Shiv, trying to be cool about it, tries out of bed, mumbling about making coffee, but Karolina pulls her back, tells her to chill for five minutes cause it's Sunday, and eventually, Shiv settles into it. She decides it's kinda nice, actually. She's not going to make a habit of it, but it's nice.

19. Where would they go to get away from everyone else and just be alone?

They have a suite at a hotel that is now kind unofficially theirs. At first, that place was Karolina's home. And that's still the designated spot to just hang out. Sometimes, their meetings there are about work, sometimes they start with work, before they inevitably lose track of time and then it's just about each other. But that doesn't feel right on the days where everything feels suffocating. It's too easy to break that barrier between the world they're a part of, and the world that exists only between them in Karolina's home. Sometimes, you need an island to run away to. Sometimes you need to go to a hotel and pretend you're somewhere else. It doesn't feel like hiding there. It's still illicit in that way they both enjoy but don't talk about, and it's private. If no one knows where you are, you don't have to worry about the phone ringing. You don't have to worry about the baby that never was, or the divorce that never happened, or Matssen using Tom as a sock puppet, or or or...

If there's nothing around you that's familiar, you can lose yourself in a few hours of mutual isolation. Shiv once called it "partnered dissociation" and Karolina, sleepy in the way baths make her sleepy, flicked water at her from the other end of the tub before beckoning Shiv over with a short and sweet, "C'mere." It's the easiest debate Shiv's ever won.

It's an intermittent safe space, the hotel suite, and while they enjoy their time there, there's an unspoken agreement that one day, if all goes according to plan, they won't need it.

25. First time one person sees the other one crying. What about? How do they cheer the other up? Is the crying person comfortable with crying on one’s shoulder?

(sorry in advance for the angst)

The first time Karolina sees Shiv cry real, not-holding-back tears, is at Logan's funeral. Not during, not while everyone is still around, but later, when everyone has kind of scattered and it's just the old guard hanging around the cemetery--whether out of respect or out of habit ins't clear to anyone. Karolina finds Shiv by accident, in some tiny, dusty corner behind a chapel where Karolina was hoping she could have a cigarette.

Shiv's startled, and Karolina is apologetic, and though they agreed they wouldn't spend time alone anymore, that it was best for everyone, and even though Shiv tries to assure her it's okay to leave, that she just needs to let it out, to purge, Karolina stays with her. They stand together, leaning against the cold stone wall while Shiv cries and Karolina waits with her. When it's over, when Shiv can catch her breath, she asks Karolina for a smoke. Their hands brush when Karolina hands her a cigarette, and they both pretend they don't feel anything. When Shiv's cigarette is lit, and she's breathing evenly, Karolina asks, "You good?" and Shiv replies, "Yeah," while hesitantly finding Karolina's hand between them, their pinkies barely linking before Karolina inhales sharply and steps out of reach. As she walks away, she says, "I'm sorry for your loss."

[auxiliarydetective]

now for the chaos corner ( or part seven ) of the ask extravaganza, let's talk about my beloved little fennec fox felicity !! could i please ask after questions one, four, five, seven, and eight from that list of questions ?

can't wait to see the answers, and i hope you're doing well !! <3

Yeeessss, Lily, my sweet little baby!

1. What's an animatic about your OC / OTP that you've been spinning around your brain?

So, for Lily, I actually don't think I have a specific song animatic in mind for her, just general vibes. I feel like it would probably be an angsty one about childhood innocence and her relationship with Sanji, generally pretty happy and adorable and all, but occasionally you'll get scenes of her crying and throwing tantrums in fear... Delicious angst. Specifically, the main angst potential comes from the Whole Cake Island Arc. I know you know basically nothing about it, Dolly, but all of my OCs (except for Lux) have a deep and profound trauma from that arc, some more than others. That's because that arc is peak Sanji angst. Anyways, for some happy moments, I could see little montages of them training together, cooking together, Lily showing off her ballet skills, general crew shenanigans... It's about the contrast!

4. Give a full breakdown of one song on your OC or OTP's playlist!

*checks my Felicity playlist* Well, well, well...

I could cheat and do an instrumental one. I can’t do ones that are just there based on vibes because they're... well... just there for vibes. Most of them are just there for vibes, actually. So, we'll do this one:

"Have you heard from the news? / Clouds are falling from the sky / And everything that's pink is now blue."

... is about the scary things in Lily's life and how her world is coming apart, first because of Buggy, then because of Kuro.

"Have you heard from my mind? / We gotta find a way to cope / Or else things might not turn out so fine"

... is Lily's escapism, the way her brain cooked up the automatic response of age regression as a way to cope and make things fine again.

"And I start / To give in / To the sin / To the sin"

Lily puts up no resistance against this sort of escape but it's a "sin" because devil fruits are, well, devil fruits, and she's already a non-human freak without it, but even more so when it keeps changing her appearance in tune with her mind.

"And I start / To realize / Lullabies / La, la..."

... is Lily really falling into Little Space, the last two syllables being a sort of reference to baby speech - listen to how they sound in the song!

The chorus is filled with antitheses between childish, happy things and scary things you might encounter in life and that's also the world that Lily lives in. Sort of a childish bubble she has built for herself and the harsh pirate's life of death and fighting outside of it. There's one line that's special though and that's:

"Lollipops and cigarettes"

Lily, being half mink, has heightened senses, and she's also very emotional, so a lot of times, things just become too much for her. That's when she asks her dad Sanji for a "smoke break" which is code for "mom come pick me up i'm scared". Sanji is a smoker, so he has an excuse to just remove himself from a situation and go outside for a while and Lily copied that for herself. I think the first time she pulls this trick, it's and accident. She probably mumbles to herself "I think I need a smoke break" (copying Sanji, most likely) and everyone just looks at her as if their souls had left their bodies. But then Sanji smiles and says "You know, me too" and they leave and then this becomes actual code speak for them. There's only one thing that's an issue: Lily feels left out if Sanji is smoking and she isn't. She keeps bugging him about how it isn't fair until he gets her lollipops as a comprimise. Also fake cigarettes made of chewing gum or chocolate.

"Losing innocence is easy / But growing up is hard to face. / Give me something to hold on to / Or I'll slip right into little space"

The "losing innocence is easy" part is a reference to Lily losing her parents, an event that she can barely remember and never understood. In her eyes, they just disappeared, and she doesn't know what really happened or never quite pieces it together - because she was young, still is young and her mind refuses to recall what happened. So she just unconsciously refuses to grow up. And she doesn't have to. She's still so young but also she'd rather be this little kid again when her parents were still by her side and she doesn't want to face things like losing her second set of parents - ie. Kaya's - or getting kidnapped by Buggy or the chaos caused by the Black Cat Pirates. She needs someone or something to hold on to or she gets scared and slips into little space, basically becoming a nonverbal ball of fear.

"Remember all the rounds / When we sneaked in just to have a kiss / But now we need to keep the noise down"

In the original interpretation of the song, this is more of an allusion to puppy love vs sexuality, but in Lily's version, the last line is more related to violence and screaming, maybe also her sensitivity to noise because of her gigantic ears that she maybe wasn't so accutely aware of when she was younger.

"Remember sleepy eyes / When we see each other every day / But now this is our final goodbye"

This part is about Kaya and Lily who grew up like siblings for a long time. Granted, they are quite a few years apart, but Lily has very fond memories of just napping with Kaya and seeing her every day because they lived together, but her going out with the Straw Hats means she might never see her again - or at least not for a very long time. The "final goodybe" is also a reference to Merry's death, who was another of Lily's father figures and who was also part mink.

Chorus time! The final lines function the same way, contrasting fun, childish things and scary, adult things.

So yeah, the whole song might as well be interpreted as a look into how Lily's mind works!

5. What would your OC's tumblr blog be like?

I haven't decided on whether I want Lily to be twelve or thirteen yet, but I'm currently gravitating towards twelve and... yeah, she's too young for Tumblr XD

But if she did have a blog, I imagine it would be very chaotic. Ballet stuff, Barbie movies, children's shows, aesthetics, slime videos, kidcore, pastel stuff, Disney...

7. What's your OC's ___-core aesthetic?

Probably a soft and childish balletcore, mixed in with some more pastel-y kidcore. Also fennec fox. You cannot do Lily without a cute little fennec fox.

8. What are some TV Tropes that apply to your OC or OTP?

Oh, a lot! Here's just a little list: The Cheerful Child, Curious as a Monkey, Parental Substitute on multiple occasions (first Kaya's parents, then Merry, then Sanji!) and her and Sanji get a "Like a Son Daughter to Me" moment. She's also somewhat of an Innocent Prodigy when it comes to fighting and ballet, and Cheer Them Up with Laughter is how to stop her tantrums and breakdowns. Finally, Cheery Pink. That's it.

Sorry that this took so long. I had very little free time since Christmas and I've just been working on this whenever I had the time and frame of mind. Thanks so much for your ask!

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[mad-iska]

Golden boy

Coco crossover won in the poll even though it was with 0 votes for the first couple of days! you go coco crossover i believe in you!!! also i lied to you 'cause it's happened to be T, not Gen and also they get together in the end. i wrote it a long time ago, sowwy... Pairing: Manny Calavera x Domino Hurley

Crossover with Pixar's "Сосо"

Summary: Somebody always losing, somebody always winnig, but Manny isn't sorrow loser and Domino... Well, yeah, Domino the undisputed winner for life, sue him.

Warnings: hurt/comfort, slight angst, mention of death, skeleton kissing, Domino being smug af, Manny being smitten, opponents to lovers question mark

Word Count: 1,2k

A/N: i wrote this 4 (o my lord 4!!!) years ago in kinda desperate attempt to befriend my now partner 4 life babyyyyy (it's @vschs), BUT also because i really enjoyed the game and this two morons. All this time it was hidden in our DMs, but i finally translated this piece of fiction! so another 3 people can read it! damn, so cool! as always, english is my second language, calamino is my OTP. that’s it, that’s all you need to know. enjoy~

Gold surrounds us all while we are in the world of the dead. It drives someone crazy, someone to the grave, while others can only dream about it. The luckiest ones always carry gold with them all the time - in their hair, eyes or, most importantly, in their hearts. The golden shade is recognized as the embodiment of wealth, elegance and importance.

But in the world of the dead, this shade can take a completely different meaning for many. Painful and terrifying enough to wish for quick death again. Of course, not for everyone. Even in the afterlife, people continue to be divided into winners and losers. Domino wears gold cufflinks, and Manny trembles at night from the wave of pain and brightly golden light that blinded him in the same moment as he reluctantly opens his eyes.

The pack of cigarettes, which Hurley occasionally hands to his former colleague, also has a golden tint. Although it's just a fake to look richer and to make the buyer feel important - Calavera starts spitting and holding back the urge to vomit, which appeared on the back of his brain (if it's even still in his skull). It seems that if he ever goes crazy, he will only repeat one phrase, like the damned Frankenstein. Only the word "fire" will be replaced by "gold."

But Manny is not afraid of this or of death again. The former employee of the funeral bureau is terrified only at the thought of telling someone about it, that they may think he's weak. It's easier for him to die alone, leaving everyone in ignorance of where this pile of bones went. Although, he doesn't even pull on the heap – may be a small pile can accumulate due to a large skull. Therefore, he endures the daily glimpses of cufflinks and packs of cigarettes, smiling, trying to hide his disgust, diverting his gaze from someone's golden tooth, begin to breathe heavily and too slowly at the sight of a pile of gold coins lying on barrels, while his neighbors play cards on them, and politely refusing the invitation.

Gold causes pain. Remember that, Calavera.

Therefore, Domino, who visits him for hell knows why, causes the pain.

The initial goal is clear - to make fun of the fact that, again, his office is better, life is more fun, and the view from the window is more beautiful. That he's the golden boy again.

But now he calmly sits down next to the small bench near the wooden house, which has its own charm, unlike the neighboring houses. Manuel Calavera still has a sense of dignity, so both inside and outside the house, it looks more presentable than the entire pier put together. His frequent guest hesitated a few times, admitting this, snorting and flicking ashes into the water. Domino always offers him a cigarette or a drink, asks if his favorite scythe is dull, whether Meche has come. And he laughs less and less loudly every time he hears the answer "Of course not. As well as to you. What else did you expect?"

A couple of times, they caught themselves sitting too close, justifying it by coastal breeze. But they can't feel cold, right? At least not physically.

Something strange happens every day near the little house on the pier belonging to a funeral director.

The day comes when the glow catches Manny not in a dream, but quite openly, in front of the crowd. Although, can a couple of card players and, damn it, Domino be called a crowd? The latter frowns for a while, then grimaces with anger and throws an unfinished cigar at the fish feed.

"What jokes are these, Calavera?" he hisses, suddenly grabbing other's shoulder and squeezing it so hard that it could have left a bruise on the bone if it were possible.

"Go away, I'm not obliged to explain anything to you. I need to lie down… " the skeleton tries to stand up, but the stronger hand still holds him sitting on the bench, pressing so hard that it could break.

"No, you'll explain it to me. What the hell are you shining like a damn Christmas tree for?"

"You know what it means. Let me go, or I'll hit you," the tone suddenly changes from neutral to firm. Although, because of this, there is a hoarseness in his voice - being firm is also a difficult task for someone who is exhausted by pain.

"And you didn't need a reason before?" Domino chuckles, but in really strange, more in nervous than in smug way.

"Yes. I'm not you, I have manners" Manny’s shoulder nervously jerks, trying to save himself and his owner, getting out of bone, brightly white chains. It's almost done. But Domino just stands up and continues to follow him, cursing in Spanish.

Manny sits on the bed and sighs heavily, rubbing his eye sockets with his fingers.

"You irritate me. Get lost" he says in his native language, hoping that at least it will work. But this is not quite helping. An ex-enemy's body is still hovering over him.

"Oh, go to hell… You're pathetic and unbearable idiot."

Said without any hatred, rather with… Angry confusion? You’re losing it, Mr. Hurley, losing it.

However, you still know how to slam doors loudly. If there were, Manny would have raised four plates with the number 10. One for each limb. Maybe even took one in his teeth.

Domino doesn't come. Today, tomorrow. In principle, the whole situation seems strange and somehow… wrong. Even when they didn't think about behaving towards each other at least somewhat unfriendly - they had to be together. Or maybe it was a similar excuse to coldness?

But the tall skeleton appears in the same place a week later. They sit silently, not even lighting up cigars. The silence is broken by a firm question.

"How long?"

"I'm not obliged to answe-"

"I'm asking. How long?" Seems like they're going to argue again. Moreover, Manny does not even know why. Why did he ask him about this radiance? Is he afraid to get infected? He should have hammered into his dull head that it's not his business.

But his lips utter incoherent nonsense like "I don't remember, probably three months ago, who cares? Get lost".

White dots hiding in black dark eye sockets run all over the "sick" body from head to toe and unexpectedly approach strangers.

"Clunck".

"What do you allow yourself, damn it! Get out of here, you assh-"

"Clunck".

Sound from bone to bone was already too much to handle.

And then Manny gets punched in the ribs. Not strongly, but makes him grab slightly itchy bones.

"Don't get used to it, it's just because you'll die soon. Don't pretend you're doing it right now, I'm gentle. Besides, you have nothing to hurt there."

"Bones can be broken, imagine that! Although, yes, how can your narrow mind understand it" grumbles like an erecting owl undertaker, still suffering, "You bastard," he huffed with an incredibly mixed emotions in his voice.

"See ya tomorrow, Manny. Just try not to die" Domino gets up and is about to leave, but Manny boldly yeels at his back.

"Oh yeah, now I have a motivation!"

"Did you enjoy it that much?" the brows soar up a couple of times, mocking the stunned victim.

"No, so I can beat you with your own jaw" the grumbling becomes quieter, and mockery and playfulness in his voice increase with each word, "And then shame you for not being able to admit your gay nature until you found out that I am dying again" the smirk becomes crooked on both of their mouths.

"Shut up and remember, you answered me rather with enthusiasm for the second time. Also, I knew everything about myself for the long time, closeted bastard."

Brows twitch again, the last time - victorious. And the figure of a tall, towering skeleton moves away from the pier to its own house.

Manny thinks about it for a while, then buries his face in his palms and sighs loudly, trying to come to his senses.

Domino really comes the next day. Without cufflinks. Cigarettes are now in a black-brown package.

It is amazing that his former worst enemy now consciously doesn’t want to bring Manny pain. Almost the only one in this huge city.

Now he brings disgusting embarrassment to his house. And, as it seems, it will haunt Manuel until his second death. But it's better than pain, isn't it? Especially since… It turns out that Domino Hurley has a good taste. In men. And Manny is very happy with this little victory of the former enemy.

[robotslenderman]

Pls do Wendy, cock robin and calebros pls

Wendy:

favorite thing about them Will Jack Sparrow her way through shit. Has poor impulse control. Ballsy. No survival instinct whatsoever. Makes her a blast to write.

least favorite thing about them This doesn't really spotlight until the RS sequel fic (although it does show up in RS), but she puts her own needs above her principles. Even though she did eventually speak up about the Kennels in RS, it took her ten years to get there, and she never once tried to strike out on her own. She's afraid of being lonely, of being on her own, of dramatic change, and in her next fic that's going to show up and test her big time. And she is going to fail that test. She angsts a lot about being a good person but, deep down, she does not want to be. In the City that Never Sleeps she joins the bad guys who murdered someone she knew. Pre-RS she never left the Warren despite the Kennels deeply distressing her, until she had something else lined up. And in the upcoming fic she's close friends with a guy who's done some pretty bad shit and... does nothing, bc she misses him when he's not there.

favorite line I honestly can't be bothered to check. XD

brOTP I love her dynamic with Thomas Arturo. Whenever I start writing them in a scene together they just bounce off each other and have the best banter. I have to cut so much of it out bc it's mostly just blatant self indulgence lmao. Gerard Rafin is a VERY close second. She'd do well as platonic life partners with either of them tbh.

OTP Despite the chemistry she has with quite a few characters there's never been a romantic connection that's really jumped out at me. I mean, I ship her and Thomas romantically too, but only because their platonic chemistry is so great. The romantic aspect takes a backseat and doesn't hold a candle to it.

nOTP I love her and Gerard and I know people ship it like hell but for some reason whenever I consider the possibility of it when writing Wendy just gets super squicked out. I don't even know why.

random headcanon In a daemon AU, she has a ferret as a daemon: absolutely batshit insane, no attention span except when she's hyperfocusing on something that will probably kill her, constantly gets into shit she shouldn't.

unpopular opinion It's not unpopular YET but she's not nearly as ethical as RS paints her to be, and ohhh boy I'm hoping I don't get too much backlash for that in the sequel fic :X

song i associate with them Clubbed to Death -- The Matrix OST

favorite picture of them Alas, there is none.

I was getting deja vu then realised it was because you'd already send CR and Calebros in before and I never finished the draft for that, so here we go:

Cock Robin

favorite thing about them

Disabled Justicar. Badass. VTM isn't exactly known for its equity.

least favorite thing about them

Obsessed with Anarchs. We all need our hobbies I guess.

favorite line

Out of the ones I wrote for him?

"[Calebros] never learned to be a real Nosferatu because he’d never learned to be human."

brOTP

I love him and his baby sister okay

OTP

@orodrethsgeek ships him with her OC Jay, the vampiric equivalent of that black bird that dances for its mate, and I love them

nOTP

Can't think of any.

random headcanon

He's either very flappable or very *un*flappable. No in between.

unpopular opinion

I barely know of any opinions on the guy

song i associate with them

There's a scene I wrote with him and Wendy in the last chapter of the fic and when I was playing it I was listening to this on repeat:

The End -- Hans Zimmer, The Dark Knight Rises OST

favorite picture of them'

Absolutely ADORE this one:

He just happens to be a normal dude whose face is Like That. I love it, I love the cigarette, I love how he looks so thoughtful with a face that can't even make facial expressions, it's so humanising.

Calebros

favorite thing about them

Not a complete dick. It's a low bar but most Kindred have shovels.

least favorite thing about them

Gerard Rafin's right, this guy does think too much and do too little.

favorite line

One I wrote, where Gerard said something in French and Calebros went, "did he tell me to shut up?"

(Yes. He did.)

brOTP

Don't have one.

OTP

Don't have one. Tho I'd be interested to plonk him in a scene with Aisling, I think they'd get along well.

nOTP

Don't have one.

random headcanon

Canon acts as if he turned out fine but the Kennels screwed him up far more than he or anyone around him realises, and is a big part of the reason he's so passive.

unpopular opinion

I find him a bit dull, but I don't think that's a bad thing for him to be as a character. I wouldn't change that about him.

song i associate with them

None in particular.

favorite picture of them

I genuinely find this one funny:

[ao3feed--reylo]

Hollywoodland (Soft Focus version)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/jhu7GL1

by Vedavan

A softer, M-rated version of the original "Hollywoodland"

Through the hazy cigarette smoke, Rey sees the club is about half full– there are people seated along the walls in the banquette, laughing loudly and sipping cocktails and champagne. A capable-sounding orchestra is playing some familiar standards, and a handful of couples are out on the dance floor, swaying to the music.

She wanders off toward the bar area. It’s surprisingly empty, except for a very large man with a dark head of hair leaning against it, his back toward her. Rey knows she’ll never be spotted by the bartender standing behind this guy, so she redirects her path toward the opposite side.

And almost has a heart attack.

Standing across from her at the bar, nursing a highball glass of amber liquid, is none other than ‘The King of Hollywood’ himself.

Kylo Ren.

~A Reylo actor/actress AU, set during Hollywood's Golden Age~

Words: 81758, Chapters: 21/21, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Hollywoodland

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo, Kylo Ren, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Maz Kanata, Luke Skywalker, Rose Tico, Bazine Netal, Leia Organa, Lando Calrissian, Poe Dameron, Sheev Palpatine, Rian Johnson, Phasma (Star Wars), Master Codebreaker (Star Wars), Armitage Hux, Din Djarin

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Hollywood, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - 1940s, Golden Age Hollywood, Actor Kylo Ren, Actress Rey, Luke is a talent manager, Rose is a starlet, basically the gang's all here - Freeform, Glamour and glitz, Angst, Fluff, Slow Burn, happily ever after guaranteed, Period Typical Smoking, Period typical drinking, Misunderstandings, Not Exactly Enemies to Lovers But Close, Mutual Pining, Kylo Ren Has Issues, Kylo Ren Needs a Hug, Alcohol as a Coping Mechanism, Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Talk of War, Depression, All that glitters isn't always gold, Blackmail, Aggression, Misogynistic behavior by minor character, Period Typical Sexism, Implied Bazine/Kylo relationship, But no cheating or infidelity by our OTP, minor gingerose, Power Play, Studio Politics, sensual kissing, lovemaking, brief female self-pleasure, some strong language, Sheev Palpatine Being An Asshole, This Is Not Going To Go The Way You Think, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Character Death, mention of suicide, So Much Romance, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Because Author Lacks Restraint, they're soulmates your honor, Academy Awards, Mention of pregnancy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/jhu7GL1

[lightyaoigami]

sorry if anyone has already asked this, but Ryuk for the character meme!!

this is a fun one!!!

1: sexuality headcanon: tbh i don't think he is a sexual being at all so i guess let's go with aroace!

2: otp: i don't have one :x

3: brotp: light! i love them together.

4: notp: light. i extremely do not fw them as a pairing

5: first headcanon that pops into my head: he has to put effort into making his hair stick straight up!!

6: favorite line from this character: when he tells light that apples are like cigarettes for him

7: one way in which I relate to this character: i love how he dresses, if i had infinity money i would also dress like a death god and have big wings.

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: none. he is an icon.

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? oh cinnamon roll for SURE

send me a character

[lesbianwithchainsaws]

I don't really know much about this but Adam from Saw?

Hell yeah. Thank you so much!!!!!!!

Favourite thing about them:

His reactions to everything in the game are great. Especially love how he's in a death trap and still asks for a cigarette as if his life isn't literally in danger. So I guess just his humor and everything despite how tragic everything happening to him is

Least favourite thing about them:

Idk, his taste in friends? (Adam name drops Scott Tibbs as like his only friend, and Scott Tibbs is an asshole!!)

Favourite line:

I don't give a crap if you covered yourself in peanut butter and had a 15 hooker gang bang!

My name is Very Fucking Confused, what's your name? is another good one.

Also the entire scene where he pretends to die from the cigarette. It's not a line, but it's one of my favourite moments in Saw

brOTP:

Adam and Amanda. Besties to me

OTP:

Him and Lawrence

nOTP:

idk. Adam doesn't interact with most of the characters to have enough bad ships

Random headcanon:

The "Adam is trans" headcanon is hugely popular (and correct), and I'd hc that him being queer is a big reason why his relationship with his parents isn't good. I also think he had a lot of mental health issues and his parents just didn't help out, which also contributed to it. So he ran away from home and didn't forgive them when they tried to apologise and be better.

Unpopular opinion:

I don't understand the "Adam is alive" theories. He very much clearly isn't

Song I associate with them:

I remember seeing this fanart of Adam that used lines from Twin Size Mattress by The Front Bottoms so that's his song now

Favourite picture of them:

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

goth kid in 2220 wearing a replica historical-style COVIDgoth cat-ear maid headband with shiny model COVID test strips and Elizabeth II Death Coins, replica 1995 tripp pants, a tube top with imitation-ruching, and a chunky resin pendant with glitter, rose petals, and “otp” written in 8-bit font in the center, delicately waving around a fake vape that blows fake scented smoke like a theatre kid holding a 1920s cigarette holder prop: 

 “i jus thnk tht thr constnt xmty 2 unlyf3 made thr culture sōōōōō drkly romantic ynw?”**

** “I just think that their constant proximity to death made their culture soooooooooo darkly romantic, y’know?”

[filthy-rat]

What if you were a new girl in a new city, living in a lonely apartment building, and one day while you were down getting your mail you accidentally ran into your sexy greasy neighbor Mary and every time after that you hope you see him again just to say hi to him. And you keep running into him and having small talk until one time he goes “you wanna go out or did you just wanna keep meeting at the mailboxes every day?”

Would you be mad

FURIOUS

LIVID, EVEN

[finalgirlkateausten]

Dirty Secret

This is day 17 which I am late to on account of I was camping all day saturday. It’s Call the Midwife again, and I had a different idea but then I wrote day 19 and got into a Trixie/Val mood. Set during (after?) the season 8 xmas special, which, disclaimer, I haven’t seen in a while. I apologize for inaccuracies, oops. Also the whump is only emotional but y’know what, I’m gonna say it counts

Warnings: grief, references to period-typical homophobia

Trixie stands in her bedroom, wrapped in a nightgown with her hair in curlers. She’s ready for bed, and certainly tired. But instead of sinking into her covers she sinks into her thoughts, fingering the red sweater sitting on top of her still-made bed. She swallows hard as she stares at the label sewn into the back of the neck. Though she’d thought she’d processed the news weeks ago, coming home to Nonnatus makes Barbara’s death sting anew, like a scab coming off an unhealed wound.

The door opens and closes as Valerie returns from the bathroom, equally ready for bed. She hums in sympathy, her light smile disappearing as she recognizes the garment under Trixie’s hand. “Oh, hon. You got her sweater?”

Trixie nods, not quite trusting herself to speak. Indeed, her voice comes out shaky. “I-- it feels like everyone else has moved on already, but coming back here, coming home, and seeing she’s really gone... it feels fresh to me.” She’d visited Barbara’s grave earlier. It had taken her quite a long time to stop crying enough to be presentable again.

Valerie sighs and opens her arms. “C’mere, love. You could do with a warm hug.”

Trixie goes obligingly, her eyes closing as Valerie wraps her in her arms. She’s surprised when her friend leads them to sit on her bed, but she’s the one who leans into her until they’re lying down together.

“None of us have moved on, not really,” Valerie says softly. Her voice rumbles in her chest, and Trixie feels it more than she hears it. “We all miss her. There are still days when I could scream with the unfairness of it. Bloody hell, it hasn’t even been two months.” She trails off, but Trixie hears how choked up she is.

“It’s going to take some getting used to,” she says softly. “I’m glad you’re still here.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Trix.”

She nods against Valerie’s chest, and for a while, they lapse into silence.

Silence is dangerous. Silence lets Trixie focus on listening to Valerie’s heartbeat, on the smell of her soap, which smells exactly like the hand soap downstairs in the prep room but somehow better on Valerie. Silence means Trixie is alone with her thoughts, and her thoughts are telling her to hold Valerie close and never let go.

“Your hair smells nice,” Valerie says, and that does not make the thoughts go away.

Trixie feels herself blush. “Thank you,” she murmurs.

“Must be your fancy shampoo.”

“Are you jealous?” She means to lighten the mood, but finds her voice has gone quiet and a bit breathy.

“Jealous isn’t quite the word,” Valerie answers, and her voice is rougher now, too.

Trixie looks up, momentarily silenced by how close her face is to Valerie’s. She spends a few moments trying to decide whether her eyes are green or brown before realizing she hasn’t spoken in far too long. “You smell nice, too.”

Valerie hums, her eyes locked with Trixie’s. She leans forward. Trixie leans forward, too, but her breath catches, and she pauses. “We-- we can’t. It’s... wrong.” She doesn’t even believe herself, not really.

Valerie raises her hand to cup Trixie’s cheek, then slides it into her hair. “Maybe it’s the rest of the bloody world who’s wrong.”

And that must be it, because when Valerie’s lips meet hers, it’s the most right thing she’s ever felt.

[valentinesparda]

It was a lovely evening at the house. The kids were playing upstairs, the other 5 doing mundane things around the house; while the remaining two were taking sometime on their own dancing to a few records they had found digging around Monty's room. It was a soft melodic tune that had them slow dancing, enjoying each other's company. The taller one of the two holding his partner close before stepping back, twirling then dipping the former actor; Marius kissing them passionately in the process.

"I love you, my star."

Luca smiled up at the scarred boy before them.

"I love you too, my soldier."

*snaps my phone in half*

[dzvagabond]

*SLAMS FISTS ON TABLE* TELL US ABOUT YOU AND THE PRIMIS BOIS 💖💖💖

SORRY ITS TAKEN ME SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS I JUST DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO RESPOND ASKHDAKSD BUT ANYWAY, 

First off, Marius loves all the boys equally and they each hold a special place in his heart. He’s closest to Richtofen and Luca ( @cryptidchaos‘ insert) and will most likely go to them first if he’s upset or Takeo. 

In their free time (and if they can find em), Marius and the crew love to listen to various records and will make it a point to dance with one another just to relieve some tension of ya know zombies trying to kill them?

One of Marius’ favourite things to do is converse with each of the boys (besides Tank because everyone can practically speak english) in their native tongue. It actually surprised both Edward and Nikolai that he could speak both German and Russian; and he was graciously taught by Takeo, Luca (french), and Caesar ( @spoopy-boi227‘s insert; Italian) so they wouldn’t feel so left out. Tank gets super confused but Marius makes it up to him. 

When the all can actually get sleep, Marius and Luca usually sleep in the middle next to one another then Richtofen and Nikolai to the opposite sides of them; the rest of the boys just kinda pile wherever afterwards, thankful they have someone to lay next to at night. 

Um... I’m running out of ideas here so here’s the last one:

Once they got to the house, and Marius met Maxis for the first time, he did ask Richtofen’s father figure for his approval on behalf of the others. Thankfully Maxis agreed; as long as Edward was happy, he would be happy for him. 

and we’re just gonna pretend the rest of the COD storyline doesn’t exist because that shit hurted.

[thecursedson]

What is your favorite thing about each of Bae's romantic ships?

     Hello, Nonnie! I am so glad that you asked because I love each of them for different reasons! Baelfire has six {6} romantic ships on my blog. None of them is canon, but one of them could have been if Bae didn’t get taken from the Enchanted Forest because he fell down the portal.  Not that it matters, really, but only one is with a girl and the rest are all boys {the same one that could have been canon if he didn’t get hurled into another dimension}. These are listed in no particular order just so you are aware! It’s also quite long of an answer which is why it is going under a read more! That being said, let’s jump right into this.

However big, however small, let me be part of it all – share your dreams with me.

     I’m going to start with Morraine and Baelfire. My favorite thing about this ship is how genuinely pure it is and how they were best friends first before turning into more. They are always there for each other and have been since they were kids. They are so happy together, and Morraine is the only person in the entire Enchanted Forest who didn’t run away from Baelfire because of who his father is. My second favorite thing about this ship is that I and the mun have compared their relationship to Cory and Topanga from Boy Meets World.  In a way, she challenges him like Topanga does, and it certainly does send Baelfire in a spin because he’s liked her for ages and doesn’t know how to handle it. Hand holding as they walk, shy smiles by the creek, and everlasting friendship… Their ship name is,  “You and I Belong Together.” This is the only ship on this list that ever had the potential to be canon in the OUAT fandom. { @morrxine } 

Hand in my hand and we promised to never let go.

     Next up, we have Astyne and Ellis. Also known in Ohana as Astellibae. Tell me that name doesn’t sound like a constellation? Fitting, given that it is a ship in Baelfire’s Star Trek verse. That being said, my favorite thing about this ship is how, despite every bit of Hell that they have been dragged through, they find Heaven within each other.  They always find comfort in one another, find a place of love and warmth when one of them is talking to them. They shower each other with compliments,  look out for one another. In a way, those three have become the family that they all needed when they all had no one. Side note, my other favorite thing is how seamlessly they went from just Astyne and Bae to Astyne, Bae and Ellis. It was effortless and easy… Now they’re their own sanctuary. Dogpile cuddle sessions, surprise visits at work, kisses to stop tears, and a lot of love… Their ship name is, “The Death of Me.” { @jrlixutxnant & @worseturns }

All the stars we steal from the night sky will never be enough.

      With this next ship, I’m gonna say that my favorite thing is that it is unexpected in the most beautiful way. Sometimes muses just find each other – friends, lovers, enemies, etc. In the case of Bae and Wil they found each other as friends first then slowly transitioned into something more.  They fell for each other in the most raw, unfiltered way. They were themselves. Unapologetically themselves and it worked in their favor.  Them being unapologetically themselves made their feelings even stronger, to the point now that they are hardly ever apart. Even if they are apart, they still feel each other’s presence and feel connected to one another. My second favorite thing? They are completely free together. They create beautiful works of art together, painting masterpieces all famous artists are envious of. Smeared canvasses, sunsets by the ocean, and nature’s magic running through their souls… Their ship name is, “The Artist and His Painting.” { @tinypaintedthings }

Don’t you wanna get away from the same old part you gotta play?

     Alright, onto the ship that happened gradually and over the many years that I have played Baelfire and that is Peter Pan and Bae. This is not the post where I go into specifics with it – I have a different post about why this is a thing on Bae’s blog. Anyway, my favorite thing about this ship… Is that how hard it is. Love isn’t easy. Love is sacrifice, it’s messy, it’s crying and screaming, it’s comfort while also storny…These two are anything but classic lovey-dovey. They never started out that way and they aren’t that way now.  They are a slow-burn ship. Very, very slow-burning.  There are times these two are as sweet as can be and others that they are at each other’s throats. It’s a little all over the place, but that’s what makes it so mesmerizing – it keeps you guessing.  I have two {2} Panfire ships, each one is different than the other in a lot of ways, but there are a few things that are similar which I’ve talked about throughout this paragraph. Soft words by the fire, moonlit walks under the stars, and a little dangerous love… Their ship name is, “The King and His Pup.” and “The Pan to My Fire” { @wickedlilsprite & @pueraeternuspan  }

It feels impossible. Is it impossible? Say that it’s possible.

     Last, but certainly not least, we come to the last romantic ship on Baelfire’s blog which is the one between Jace and Bae. My favorite thing about the two of them is that they work even if they don’t seem like they would. At first, these two hardly got along, not enemies, but just didn’t …Mesh. They naturally melded and found each other. Baelfire is the sweet to Jace’s salty. They compliment each other, which is another one of my favorite things. I mean the kind of compliment where they complete one another, not the kind where they get all romantic and suchies – even though they do that as well.  Jace brings out Baelfire little desire to be a bit… Rebellious and not always do what ‘Daddy says’.  Baelfire brings out Jace’s caring, protective nature.  They are blue eyes, black jeans, sugar and smoke rings… Their ship name is, “Strawberries and Cigarettes”. { @mcrgensternsandwarlcks }

     All of these ships have one of my favorite things in common which is that not one of them is plotted because I don’t do ships based on plots, I do them based on chemistry. Which meant, each one of them Baelfire picked on his own without my help. They all happened naturally, just muse to muse. This is what makes them each magical and memorable in their own way – as well as what makes Baelfire feel so strongly for each of the people he has a ship with. 

     I’m not going to lie, this was a hard message to write because I have a laundry list of favorite things about all of Baelfire’s romantic ships.  I could write you pages on each of them but I tried to pick one to two maximum. I hope that this answers your question! As always, you are more than welcome to ask more if you have any others you want to ask, or if I didn’t answer it well enough! Have a lovely night! ^-^