#seriously im out of ships and so so so so so so so so bitter

[rewritingcanon]

my therapist fr just asked me if in asexual. gagged and gooped, sitting across from her on that dumbass couch like a fool.

[onepiece-polls]

One Piece Shipping War - Round 2 Side D

MiShanks art by @oz-gauze. Check out the original post here.

Propaganda under the cut.

Propaganda for Iceburg x Paulie:

"I find the 'IcePaulie' ship in the "One Piece" fandom particularly compelling, and there are several reasons for this. Firstly, the two characters involved, Iceburg and Paulie, are wonderfully complex and engaging. Iceburg, as the mayor of Water 7 and president of Galley-La Company, is a serious, highly respected figure whose calm and composed demeanor grounds the duo. On the other hand, Paulie, one of the company's top foremen, is known for his strict moral code and boisterous nature, which provides a perfect contrast to Iceburg's character. What I appreciate most about the 'IcePaulie' ship is the potential for dynamic interactions and growth that arise from these contrasting personalities. The calm, collected Iceburg and the more hot-blooded Paulie provide a balanced character interaction, which can lead to interesting conflicts or heartwarming moments of mutual understanding and respect. Moreover, their shared commitment to their work within the Galley-La Company serves as a common ground that bonds them together, further enriching their relationship. In conclusion, the 'IcePaulie' ship, to me, is about more than just a potential romantic or platonic relationship. It's about the exploration of two distinct characters, their individual quirks, values, and the unique dynamic that forms between them. This interplay of personalities and the potential narrative arc their relationship could follow are what make the 'IcePaulie' ship truly captivating to me."

It's one of my fav ship not including the big 5 so 👉👈 It's really damn adorable and romantic, like just paulie being extremely overprotective and iceburg just loving him more everytime. And how they deal with the others shenanigans (that they love)

Propaganda for Shanks x Mihawk:

They had a massive battle at one point, when mihawk showed up on that island where shanks was relaxing shanks convinced him to get drunk with him very easily, also in the war of the best mihawk just flat out said he refused to fight shanks

Goth swordsmith & Golden retriever

Two of the most badass characters in the whole series, cat/dog energy, the fact that Mihawk specifically sought Shanks out to show him Luffy's bounty??, also Mihawk leaving the fight because he didn't sign up to fight Shanks??, I love two middle aged man who are somehow friends AND MAYBE MORE lmao

They’re so funny to me. Like seriously goth Mihawk and happy chaotic Shanks. I just think they could be so good together

Rivals to lovers -- Powerhouses -- Introvert and extrovert -- Mihawk wears red and has black hair while Shanks wears black and has red hair like ✨Color schemes✨ -- SAME BIRTHDAY YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME THEY DON'T CELEBRATE IT TOGETHER

They are rivals. They are besties. They are so friggin gay for each other. It's DILF love.

what if we were both swordsmen but you lost your arm to save the future king of the pirates so i have remained SOOO bitter about it but then find out the kid u saved has a promising swordsman so im less bitter so i go drink with you and you force me to ditch my wine for booze but it works because you care about me despite my solitary life so we remained long distance bfs and think about each other constantly. is that something

Mihawk being a recluse but going out of his way to visit his bf regularly is proof enough

[kissingchoso]

more troupes i love instead of changing my theme

forced proximity!!! bonus points if there’s a one sided crush, or if they’re both into each other and they kept skirting around their feelings.

arranged marriage, where they both don’t really care ab each other in the beginning but they naturally gain feelings. it’s like they start dating for the first time while legally being bound together like cmon, you’re allowed to kiss them whenever you want!!!!

best friends -> lovers. a classic, cliche but this shit gets me going so so so bad

survivalists -> lovers. any apocalyptic au where the characters are trying to survive and they can start of as strangers that stayed loyal to one another!!! scrum dilly yum yum!!!

touch starved!character or reader with a touchy person. me, personally, i’m touch starved once every six months but when i feel like cuddling naked with someone (non sexually) the feeling is strong. i feel like it’s good for the soul and it’s very intimate

calm and collected character x on the go reader. yes this is a self call out but this is so good. like reader always gotta be doing something, ticking off what’s on her responsibility list and the character is like “calm yourself???” bonus points if there’s smut involved where the character forces reader to just take the time to enjoy everything around her.

i’m sorry but shy reader!!!! she’s cliche, yes. very y/n 2012 wattpad core, but she’s a classic. i’ve seen writers (including myself) include more descriptions of mannerisms and internal dialogue, which is super accurate and makes the story more believable. bonus points if the reader can’t hold eye contact even if it meant saving their life.

mechanic au’s! mechanic!character x doesn’t know shit ab motor vehicles!reader. toes curling. need i say more?

vampire!character x human!reader. <3

actors au where character and reader are co-stars and everyone around the world ships them and make edits of them just noticing/being around each other constantly!!! very much tom holland and zendaya coded but fictional ofc.

royalty!reader x knight!character. yup yup yup. bonus points if one of them is seriously injured/dies and the survivor has only one truly intimate memory of them (kissing or cuddling) littered with small flirtations!

love that knows no time. yall watched the tinkerbell movie with the winter fairies? queen clarion and lord milori are who exactly what im talking about!! while yes they were in love before and had to separate for each other’s kingdom, they still love and care for each other in the bitter end!!! <3<3<3<3<3<3

that’s all for now folks <3

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

zuts call kataangs incel men/pick me woman .. me: reminded how zutaras drove me to the kataang fandom and into being numb to a ship i did enjoy in the past they are far to angry and hostile and then wonder why people keep calling out their bs and play victim over/over im tired of the zutara fandom being so angry all the time. they treat shipping way to seriously and refuse to just ship for fun they are allergic to fun im tired of the fandom so tired

"They are allergic to fun" truer words have never been said, and it makes it all the more ironic that whenever they get called out for shit like doxxing or threatening people, they try to spin it as "Bitter canon fans that don't want anyone else to have fun."

[yohohonabottle]

'Prince' 'o thieves 'n the dragon

🖋️Sure am a trouble-magnet. Didn't think 'Kidnapped by dragon' would be on my bingo card.

🎧 Songs/Music: ->This is Berk (original opening ost)

This, is Rustport—A simple town on the coast with hardy folks. Half the time the weather here is humid enough to be a free for all spa, and so rainy that you can't see farther than your nose the other half.

Life here isn't easy. But it works out somehow. Everyone makes do with what they got. 

It was the same old, same old in ye crusty Rustport. Some street scraps here, someone stealing pipes again for no reason and messing up the water system, busy hum ‘n buzz of the port.

And as for the Seaside savant?

No different—Network, meet up with clients, give and get info, try not to get beaten up and cornered like last time, the usual antics. Every now and then he’d drop by the Century Forge to check on the Chainkeeper in hopes of repairs finally being done—Get shoo’d off by an exasperated Hugin at being pestered about the ship. (And also threatened to barricade the workshop if he sees him again lounging around.)

Don’t take Hugin’s promises or threats lightly—The dwarf will make good on his word. Learnt that the hard way once as a teen, messing and poking around the forge. And somehow get roped up into other people's business, again. Why does it always keep happening? No idea. Also some fishing on the side, filling the day's quota of saving unfortunate folks, sneak out some people from Darkstone cave 'n past the guards as free man or woman. 'Cause the Whispers' leader is still trigger-happy despite the Wights having been dealth with. Hey, at least she's chilled out a little bit and gave the last poor lad a minute to explain himself before capturing and throwing 'im in the mine! (The guards are still a joke, by the way.)

Sliding off the bar stool, a wee less drunk this time, the captain stides out the door of the Golden Guest. It’s been a loong, hard ‘n tiring day of endless rat-race hustling. Time to head home, get an earful from Tash for being boozed to the heavens, crash in bed and hit the hay for some sweet, sweet beauty sleep. Gotta keep that handsome face well maintained, okay? Very important for brand, marketing and customer service.

The beat of large wings in the distance, strange gale and vague reptile-like silhouette should’ve clued him in. Unfortunately, the blond rugged sailor had only—Taken one, simple glance up at the evening skies, thought to himself ‘Huh. Well that’s a funny-lookin’ cloud.’, shrugged his shoulders with pick in his mouth—And moved on. Completely missing the ‘You’ll get snatched’ red flag altogether.

….And then he gets snatched off the wooden street, like how a handicapped chick would snatch tomato. All Sinbad got, is a nice view of his hometown from up-high and the areas around Rustport. The wind tussling his messy hair as sharp talons hold onto him. Not too unlike how an eagle would carry a goat, or fish.

Sure am a trouble-magnet. Didn't think 'Getting kidnapped by dragon' would be on my bingo card today. ….I’m not drunk enough for this. 

A few seconds pass.

Then panic sets in, the man now on full alert and sobered up.

Hey! Where’re we going?! Where’re you taking me..?! Let’s..Let’s hope I live.

And this, is me— Thrashing wildly in the dragon's grasp, the info-broker tries to..do something. Anything than let himself be carried off to who knows where by some lizard that's supposed to have gone extinct long time ago.

"Let me go! Where're you even going?! ...Blasted lizard.." No answer, the claws still remain firmly latched onto him. The winged reptile keeps flying, minding its own path. When swatting, biting and kicking his feet yields nothing, the swindler turns to the next best thing-Bargaining. Licking his lips, a nervous tick, Sinbad tries again. Unfortunately, no dice.

"C'on, I'm not even good--Chewy, bitter, stink like a corpse, it's not worth it! Seriously!" —Yup, the silly, funny man squirming like a worm and banging his fists on the thing's claws. Got taken away by a dragon for no reason outta nowhere.

Just my dumb luck.

How did this one-?? Where did it come from???

[crguang]

honestly i feel u, ningguang is such a pretty lesbian that i love to crack ship her with any women 😝😝

oh i take ningguang seriously she’s my favourite character of the game… her relationship dynamic with yelan (her oldest friend) is my absolute fav like im still mad the ship isnt popular because beiguang was first and ppl shipped yelan with shenhe (????) instead cause then i had to make the content myself😒 beiguang is also like. our roots it’s been there forever and it’s her most popular ship for a reason, even the VAs ship it so it’s still in my heart, just not as much anymore for the same reason as above like im just bitter asf hdjfjjfh i used to tweet about ninglan and ppl would be like “no one cares” so i developed a sort of bitterness for beiguang 😭😭 with xianyun it’s really because she’s a proud, powerful and extremely resourceful person but mostly shes just a dork. she used to look down on ningguang and ning had to prove her strength, and humanity’s, to the adepti and she passed with flying colors so i love that xianyun had to go back on her words and is now super interested in ningguang bc she cant figure her out… there’s mutual admiration there, curiosity that she has to satiate (xianyun’s just like that) and the whole idea of a great adeptus falling for 1 mortal woman and all this complications that draws me in.

i dont even know if its a crack ship bc they’ve met, know each other, and have an opinion of each other so im not sure if it counts as one😭 i was under the impression that a crack ship was two people who have nothing to do with each other but would have a good relationship? idk. i like 3 ships with ningguang cause i feel like they all bring the best (and worst) out of her and that’s what interests me but she’s definitely a woman magnet like even her secretary has a crush on her hdjfjgk

[crossovershipstournament]

ROUND 3: SIDE 1: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III (How To Train Your Dragon)/Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians) VS Michelangelo Hamato (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)/Miles Morales (Marvel)

Propaganda for Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Jack Frost:

i dont personally ship them but i know there are people who still do (and i found out abt rise of the brave tangled dragons stuff when i was young but i never got into it) so i'm just submitting this for fun and bc it's kinda cute lol

Worried and uptight x Laidback prankster. They compliment each other so well!!! Jack helps Hiccup relax and not die of a heart attack from worring too much, and Hiccup makes Jack take things seriously when needed. Prep x Jock!!!! Sun x moon!!!! Blessed be the ships from Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons (Rotbtd)

They're silly!! Hiccup's sarcasm and compassion pairs well with Jack's fun. That and Hiccup often tries to befriend everyone and Jack is incredibly lonely, they would be friends pretty quickly. Jack's whole origin involves the fact that nobody perceived or believed in him for a good 300 years before the events of the movie take place, but Hiccup if I remember correctly is pretty involved with folklore and legends and the like. He'd probably believe in Jack's existence which could lead to them meeting While Jack is kind of bitter in the beginning, we mostly just see him snarking the other spirits, since they're able to see him and just don't like him. The way he treats people and kids, however, is very different; he's all smiles and games even if they have no idea he's there! So I think Jack would be pretty friendly towards Hiccup, who had been previously bullied by literally everyone his age, which would be a VERY nice change of pace for him Idk. I think they would get along and maybe fall in love a little!!! They're just neat

#HIJACK SWEEP #HIJACK SWEEP

A VOTE FOR HIJACK IS A VOTE FOR THE PEOPLE

#hijack #HIJACKSWEEP #We have to make those two win

#vote hijack if you care about me at all

#i call upon the power of hijackians

#HIJACKSWEEP #HIJACKTHEWORLD #OURSHININGHIJACK

#I’m sorry little one #tough choice but I’m with hijack on this one

#HIJACK LETS GOOOOOOO #THE DREAMDORKS MUST WIN

Propaganda for Michaelangelo Hamato/Miles Morales:

look. LOOK. two superpeople (Miles gets bit by spider Mikey gets mutated as a turtle) and go swinging around the city and BOOM. slam right into each other meetcute style. get to talking get to knowing each other, bond over having lazy father figures/mentors (Splinter & Peter B). sneak out to meet each other more. find solace in each other's ADHD ridden asses. SLOWBURN STRANGERS TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS RIGHT THERE!!!!!!

:)

#MILES X MIKEY SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP #!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

shellflower sweep!!

#this is cute im voting for mikey and miles

Art Credit: Both pics by @/kannra-orhara

[lockandkeyhyena]

Not only they sidelined Finn from the story, but they also pushed away his ship with Rey and Poe only to ship him with Jannah, a black woman. They traded an interracial ship for a white, toxic one (Reylo) and a gay ship for toxic masculinity (Poe and Finn fighting over Rey is cringe) and two hetero couples. At the end I was seriously surprised that they didn't kill him or give him the Rose Tico treatment.

i haven’t watched the rise of skywalker out of bitterness and can barely remember the last jedi, so i cant really comment on the narrative validity of any of those choices.

what i will say is that i don’t think there’s anything wrong with choosing to give finn a relationship with a black woman, interracial relationships are exceedingly common in media and outside of black-created and centric media, relationships between two black people are pretty uncommon.

keep in mind im like,,, white and not the person to be talking about this in depth so i might be completely off base (please do correct me if i am!)

overall i just want finn to be happy so whoever does that for him is in my good books 👍

[veresk-is-back-at-it-again]

sometimes im genuinely surprised at how many people . genuinely ship cal and merrin? ESPECIALLY in the second game?

like dont get me wrong people can ship whatever they want but the way fandom latched onto calmerrin as THE ship for cal is ... weird to me? especially since we have bode? because for me calmerrin dynamic kind of. falls apart. in the second game. long rant below

so for me calmerrin were not a. GOOD. ship in the first game. not because i didnt like their dynamic- i thought it was kind cute and they had potential to grow together- but mostly because i absolutely headcanon them as a gay/lesbian duo. i genuinely thought that they worked best as friends- platonic soulmates, who find comfort in each other not in a desperate, romantice fire way, but in a way you sought comfort from hot coals in the fireplace. they will warm you for a long time, despite never being a straight out fire. but even back then, i could see the appeal- they were both survivors, both forced to carry the weight of their cultures, trying to salvage what they can from the unforgiving empire. cal, despite the heartbreak and suffering was a hopeful, and optimistic person, while merrin needed someone to show that not everything was bitterness and anger.

but then the second game came. and the mantis team broke up (for reasons, and yeah, it does have a justification) and when merrin talked with cal (dont rememver if it was before or after the kiss) she said that they didn’t share that unique survivor bond. at some level, it makes sense- there WERE a lot of families that got torn apart by the empire. but for me, her words didnt make a sliver of sense- their bond wasnt that of orphans, their bond was that of (basically) the sole survivors of entire cultures- not just their family was killed, their very existence as a jedi and a nightsister was paradoxal. because they didn’t just have to live on- they had to rebuild, scrap by scrap, inch by a blood-earned inch their cultures. thousands of years of traditions, language, practices. and then merrin tells cal that- that it wasnt unique? that their bond was no more than that of orphans? it didnt sit right with me.

and of course, cal changed. cal isnt nearly as hopeful- he still hopes, of course, but he became hardened, more bitter and anxious (and it probably has to do with him losing his third family. like. seriously. my man has at this point a very much worsening cocktail of survivors guilt, ptsd, attachment issues and lord knows what else). merrin is older now, she is more experienced, but she didnt really... change, i think. maybe she is more optimistic, though we didnt see it properly.

also can i say something, since we’re all here anyway? why the fuck was greez the only one to hug that kid when meeting cal after all this time? genuinely. like, what is up with that? cere and merrin barely pat his shoulder. would it kill them to give cal a hug? this is why greez is my favorite, his love isnt carefully contained and hidden.

back on track. so in the first part, we had this wonderful mix- cal would be the bright-eyes, optimistic counterpart to merrins guarded, and cautious presence. but in this game the only way i see them having a similar bond is merrin helping cal to fight the darkness which is... okay, i guess. but there is no back and forth. i dont see how they could make each other better people. i dont see how they could work as anything but platonic soulmates. to me, cal doesnt want merrin- he doesnt truly want her as his romantic partner. he wants people to stop leaving him.

this is probably very messy and maybe doesnt make sense, but cut me some slack, i am barely functional on my best days.

[thefreshprinceofjunes]

well since today is apparently a RANT POST kind of day, im gonna type up some thoughts ive had on vanitas ive wanted to get out of my system (i dont like him)

i realize expending energy on smth negative doesnt help anyone, but its the sort of thing ive had eating at my brain, and im hoping writing it down will allow me to stop thinking about it so much lol (luv having ocd alongside being autistic)

i do not understand the love for vanitas. i really dont.

and im not talking about fans who like him bc hes edgy sora. theyre villain fuckers. i get that.

i mean i dont understand how many people legitimately think hes a sympathetic character with more depth than just, like, being an asshole.

and before anyone says anything, yes, i know the bbs novel goes into his backstory, and makes it really tragic.

but kh3 did absolutely no job whatsover of incorporating any of that into his scenes in the game. he just comes off as the same big asshole that caused nothing but pain and suffering for the wayfinder trio in bbs

like all of the members of the real organization had some sort of redeeming moment before they died again, except for him. to me it felt like he just flipped off ven and sora and went, ‘haha fuck you guys i LOVE being darkness and i LOVE being evil see yall fucking later’, even as sora was trying to reach out to him

(yes i realize theres smth involving the translation of this scene, but im just gonna go off the english dub rn)

and. it sounds really petty. and a sign i might take shipping too seriously.

but i keep thinking about this shit because tumblr keeps recommending an artist on here that draws so/vani + vani/ku + so/ri/vani

and i cannot wrap my mind around those ships at ALL

even besides vanitas having soras face, why in gods name would a pure, sweet, innocent boy like him want to date just. the biggest douchebag??

and riku??? the one desperately in love with sora???? THAT riku??? dating a boy who looks like sora but is the exact opposite of him in terms of personality???????

its like. doing a disservice to both of their characters to have them involved with him IMO. like why would they ever. theyre so much better than him. they DESERVE better.

again. i know its just shipping and i know ppl are having fun. i recognize theyre not hurting anyone. and they often make up aus specifically to fit their ships. but i just. 

i do not get it, man. vanitas sucks.

(its worth mentioning i am bitter also bc i always see ppl call xion [my fav female character and like second or third fav character overall] the most pointless/shoehorned character in kh. and i just wanna be like. excuse me, have you SEEN vanitas???)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

MICKEY???????????? ………. is there anything u want. my heart. my liver. my lungs. bc i will GIVE THEM TO U………………… 😭😭

literally never ever apologize for being so thoughtful w ur rbs i would do Anything for u. reading this made my heart melt into a pile of mush UR SO CUTE GENUINELY im so happy this fic made u smile <3333 writing soft fluffy stsg fics just for u actually. my target audience is Mickey.

but seriously !! i cant tell u how happy i am that u liked this lil piece <33333 and the dialogue n the dynamics n everything!!! im gonna be reading these comments over and over forever i hope u know that :’3 i appreciate literally every single one i am giving u so many kisses

HELP MICKEY UR SO REAL…. 😭😭 NONO BC U GET IT!!!! love is stored in snowball duels actually. the warming each others hands up…….. the giggles… wrapping each other up in blankets afterwards…… taking a warm bath…….. im melting into a puddle

AND YES STSG CAT PEOPLE CANON ‼️‼️‼️‼️theyre the sweetest cat dads ever. i like a good ol family au as much as anyone but honestly mickey nothing brings me as much comfort as the thought of living w two beautiful men and some fluffy cat babies <333 in my brain this particular satoru and suguru + reader own three cats. they all gravitate towards sugu and u and satoru are bitter abt it LMAO

also mickey… tysm for telling me the songs u listened to i immediately ran to check them out. bUT FIRST OF ALL:

my love mine all mine - mitski

THE WAY OUR BRAINS ARE LITERALLY CONNECTED. i was listening to montgomery while writing this bUT i was thinking of this song at the same time…… was even considering using some lyrics from it for the title!! the way u r simply a genius <33

mexican dream - piero piccioni

WHAT A LOVELY SONG GOSH …….. so so so nice n fuzzy n warm. def has some holiday vibes too. instrumentals like this make me so happy u have no idea…….

pantyhose - tv girl

COMMON TV GIRL BANGER i hadnt heard this one before!!! i love it so so much literally any tv girl instrumental is guaranteed to make me lose it <3 so good!!!

my kind of woman - mac demarco

UR TASTE ………. this one just makes me so soft :< gonna listen to it + the three above while editing this fic later hehe

anyways THIS NOTE WAS THE BEST CHRISTMAS GIFT EVER I LOVE YOUUUUU T3T….. manifesting a suguru and satoru (and three cats) for u rn. shipping them to ur location as we speak. U WILL GET THEM MARK MY WORDS…….

come rest your bones next to me ; satoru gojo, suguru geto

synopsis; satoru shares the first snowfall of the year with the two people he loves most. 

word count; 4.6k

contents; satoru gojo/reader/suguru geto (poly relationship!!), gn!reader, you're all whipped, reader referred to as spouse, fluff fluff fluff!!, sickeningly domestic, just comfy vibes all around, mostly from satoru’s pov, suguru has a favorite (its you) (but also not really he just likes bullying toru <3), satoru gojo may or may not have unresolved mommy issues

a/n; happy satosugu holidays to those who celebrate <33 geto died today isnt that crazy. dont u think its fucked up how love figuratively and literally killed him. anyway! help urself to two very whipped husbands <33 (not really proofread at all but ill clean it up tmrw!! :’3)

”holy shit!”

the raspy tilt of satoru’s voice echoes throughout the bedroom, stirring you from your comfortable slumber. a soft groan spills from suguru’s lips, deep and husky, as he pulls you closer into his embrace — smoothing a warm palm down the back of your head. trying to soothe you back to sleep, muttering under his breath.

”satoru, it’s too early for this...”

”it’s snowing!” said man continues, unperturbed. unmistakably giddy. he’s standing by the window, hands pressed flush against the cold glass; entirely entranced by the sight in front of his cerulean eyes. 

following his exclamation, your eyelids begin to flutter. a tiny tug of your subconscious, a pang of something excited flowing through your veins, an alert to your sleepy brain. with groggy movements, you wriggle out of suguru’s grasp — a displeased grumble leaves his throat, almost a whine — allowing you to scramble out of bed.

”really?” you chirp, rubbing the sleep from beneath your eyes. a raspy, meek little voice spilling into the air.

satoru grins, watching you move closer, watching as a tiny gasp pushes past your lips. watching as your droopy eyes widen — brightening, glittering, starlight and snowflakes painted on the interior of your iris. a breathtaking sight, he thinks. 

maybe even more breathtaking than the winter wonderland reflected in it; beyond the pure opaque frosting of the window’s glass, out into your backyard, buried beneath a thick layer of snow. soft and fluffy, covering the city, the bare branches of your apricot tree, suguru’s long-frozen tulip garden, every roof in sight. all of it dyed a pure white, glittering in the light of a morning sun yet to fully rise, tiny snowflakes descending down to earth. 

it’s beautiful. 

satoru loves winter. he always has, he thinks. it comes to him as a memory — blurred at the edges, gleaming even still, the first time he saw those snowflakes up close.

someone held him in their arms, he recalls. a warmth long faded. all he can properly remember is that sight; one that knocked the breath out his tiny lungs, all glitter and something almost otherworldly, something frightening in its majesty. like it broke through a raft in the stratosphere. 

the first snow of the year.

and he’s loved it ever since; the soft crunch of snow beneath his feet, an air heavy with the scent of cinnamon and candied apples, bouts of laughter to be heard from faraway apartments. red and green glimmers of artificial light, sweet frosting on the christmas cake he would always gobble up alone in his room. the cold wind, nipping at his bare fingers — a reminder of his capacity for ache.

there are lots of things to love. lots of memories to cherish. and every single year, he gets the chance to make more.

like this; the light in your eyes, the smile on your face, the excitement in how hurriedly you turn to meet his giddy gaze. a nostalgic kind of joy simmering in the space between you.

and before either of you know it, satoru’s pulling you towards the hallway, intent on dragging you outside to see it all up close. almost tripping over his agumon plush, lying unassumingly on the floor, kicked off the bed once again. 

(probably by satoru himself, though he’ll always insist it was suguru’s doing. overcome by his jealousy, unable to stand the sight of his cute husband cuddling up to a plushie instead of him. satoru understands, he does — he feels the same when he sees you hug that 3’0 cat plushie of yours.

and, sure, maybe once or twice he’s been lucid enough to register the subconscious kick of his leg and agumon’s subsequent fall to the floor — but he’ll still blame suguru in the morning. if only to see the way said man rolls his eyes, clicks his tongue, maybe flicks his forehead if he’s lucky.)

high on the spirit of christmas, spurred on by childlike elation and sleep-deprivation, you stumble towards the door. satoru pulls one of his jackets over your shoulders, delighting in the way your hands don’t fully reach through the sleeves. wrapping you up in a cozy scarf when suguru shouts at you both to dress warmly, barely awake and already tired of your antics.

and the moment you step through the door, satoru is engulfed by it. that mystical, mystical feeling. 

a little lonely, a little too satisfying to pass up. a cold breeze that nips at his fingertips, snowflakes that brush against his cheeks and stick to his white lashes. a warm hand in his, as you cling to his side, shuddering — but smiling, as you look up at the sky, putting a hand out just to feel the snowflakes melt against the skin of your palm.

he feels you let go of him, but doesn’t mention it. a little too mesmerized to tug you back. dipping his toes into the bittersweet nostalgia of it all, staring at the flurry of white all around you, the skeletal branches of your apricot tree, suguru’s poor tulips. humming a jolly tune, subconsciously. a little delighted.

— until something cold and wet hits the exposed skin of his neck.

satoru twitches, a chilling shudder trickling down his spine. the snowball just thrown at him begins to melt, droplets sticking to his nape, and he turns to you with a raise of his brow. a devilish grin on his lips, when he hears your muffled laughter, sees the crinkle of your eyes.

(you’re cute, he thinks. but you need to be humbled.)

”oh, so that’s how you wanna play?” he drawls, eyes gleaming with amusement. taking a step forward, reaching down to gather some snow in his palm. a wide grin on his glossy lips. ”fine by me.” 

he's fast, but you act quickly, running towards the apricot tree with laughter in your throat. feeling the pitter patter of your heartbeat resound in your ears, as the snowball misses its mark by just a hair — and you waste no time in making your own.

it’s a hard-fought duel. snowfall blocking your vision, nerves beginning to numb, red cheeks and runny noses as you chase each other with giddy breaths. unfortunately for you, satoru’s arms are unfairly long, fingers unfairly nimble, and his stamina never even seems to falter.

so before long, your energy begins to dwindle. chest heaving, hands too cold to form a proper snowball, while your husband seems like he hasn’t even broken a sweat. they just keep on coming, snowball after snowball colliding with the fabric of your jacket, and when one of them hits your collarbone you squeal — falling backwards, right into a fresh pile of snow.

satoru moves forward, a triumphant smirk on his handsome face. you’re out of breath, and your hands are red, and he’s fairly certain you’re gonna catch a cold. suguru’s going to scold him, but right now all he can think of is you. the frown you’re wearing, the little huff that slips from your lips.

”ready to admit defeat, sweetheart?” he practically purrs, standing above you with his hands on his hips. smug. and you grin right back.

”never.”

a hum. something glimmers in his eyes, a devious little glint, and you come to regret your decision when satoru gathers a heap of snow with his overgrown arms — only to drop it all on top of you. too tired to fight back, all you can do is shield your face, silently accepting your fate.

a shiver wracks through your body, and satoru almost feels bad. just a tiny bit. but then you finally relent, murmuring bitterly under your breath. ”fine, fine…” a soft pout forms on your lips. ”you win.”

and satoru smiles. crouching down to meet you at eye level, on his knees in front of you. there’s a teasing mirth in his eyes, when he reaches out to cup the fat of your cheek. ”that’s all i wanted to hear, sweet pea,” he drawls, trying not to giggle when you exaggeratedly roll your eyes.

his voice curls down an octave when he continues, leaning forward to brush his nose against yours. hot breath against your chilled skin. ”now, for my prize…”

his lips meet yours, sweet and chaste — a little cheeky. you scoff into the kiss, but satoru’s smile only grows. honeyed, a little bit adoring. his tongue flits out to lick at your cold bottom lip.

he lingers, for a bit. like he’s trying to savour the way you taste, faded strawberry chapstick sticking to his lips, smudged against your own. and you sigh, softly, melting a little, comforted by the fleeting warmth that blossoms on your face. 

when he's finally satisfied, having dragged his prize out to its completion, satoru helps you up. brushing snowflakes off your jacket, cradling your ice-cold hands in his. his aren't faring much better, but a worried tug of his heartstrings compels him to warm you up. bringing them to his lips, hot breath fanning over your skin, tender little kisses against the knots of your knuckles. you can’t help but blush, and a raspy chuckle flows from out his lips. 

hazy morning sunshine licks at the branches of the apricot tree behind you, illuminating the contours of your face, the shine of his eyes. a blue smudge on a canvas painted white and gray. the air smells of pine cones and something smokey, crisp. it courses through his burning lungs when he inhales, exhales, a breath of vapour that scatters up into the sky.

satoru loves winter. always has. but now, he’s certain he loves it even more.

because now, he has two people to share it with. two people to drag out into the snow, two people whose hands he can tenderly warm up, two people who’ll laugh and sigh at his antics but still indulge him. two people to pelt with snowballs. 

what more could a man want?

”hey, idiots!” 

the voice that echoes throughout the air is exasperated, a little teasing. yet fond. suguru’s got his hair tied into a messy half done bun, a black turtleneck sweater enunciating his broad chest and the curve of his waist. there’s a fatigue in his eyes, the creases of his face, but a lazy smile is playing at his lips.

”i’m making breakfast,” he shouts, voice deep and smokey and soft even still. ”come in and warm up before you catch a cold.”

”is that any way to speak to your husband and spouse?” satoru chimes back, a melodic lilt to his sugarsweet voice. something satisfied. pleased.

suguru shoots him an unimpressed look, but his eyes soften. melting a little, at the words that spill from satoru’s lips, as if they were always meant to be there. 

(husband. spouse. suguru wills himself not to smile.)

with matching grins on your faces, the two of you stumble back towards the door. snow crunching beneath your feet, a happy noise pushing past your lips when you collide with the warmth of your husband’s chest.

”look, suguru. isn’t it pretty?” you chirp, smiling brightly. an expression he mirrors — brushing some snow from the top of your head, warm palms caressing your cold skin, setting a mental reminder to scold satoru later. sparing a brief glance at the snowy veil over reality.

then he exhales. a fond hum. ”it is.”

satoru joins you both by the door, stretching out his lanky limbs. tousled hair, wet strands sticking to his skin, reddened cheeks and a signature pout. ”suguru, my hands are cold,” he whines. ”warm ’em up for me?”

a click of his tongue. ”should’ve put some gloves on, satoru.”

a hum buzzes in your throat, and you put your hands out. itchy, a little dry. a sad frown tugs at your lips when you speak. ”my hands are also cold.”

and, like clockwork, suguru’s eyes soften. a coo tiptoeing on his tongue, engulfing your hands in his larger ones. ”aw, c’mere, my love…” his breath fans over your frozen fingertips. ”let’s get you warmed up, hm?”

satoru gasps, a hand on his chest, and you stifle a giggle. he’s acting, you both know, being a little drama queen. he knows you’re just exaggerating suguru’s double standard as a bit, that your husband would probably set himself on fire to warm either of you up.

despite that, his voice comes out thoroughly offended. ”oh, i see how it is,” he huffs, walking past the both of you. pouting deeply. ”you hate me. you hate me, and you want me to die. i understand.”

”satoru,” you coo. he hmphs, but stills, waiting for you to wrap your arms around him. and you do — a little too eager to appease your giant baby of a husband.

”we’re just joking around,” you assure him, holding back a humorous chuckle. squeezing his waist fondly. ”love you sooo much. you know that.”

satoru stays silent. but he cranes his neck, to meet suguru’s gaze, standing just behind him. narrowing his eyes — a meaningful gaze. suguru sighs.

”yes, yes. we love you oh so much.” he takes a step forward, ruffling the white head of hair by the door. a lazy smile on his lips. ”now behave and go change out of your pyjamas. they’re soaked.”

his voice is teasing. exasperated, more than a little condescending. but it’s suguru, so satoru accepts it — following you both into the warmth of your home. the scent of cinnamon and vanilla hangs heavy in the air, a hint of espresso and firewood, lulling him into a sweet state of tranquility. rich with comfort, safety.

he changes out of his wet clothes, pulling a black hoodie over his head before waltzing into the kitchen. and you do the same, emerging from your bedroom in one of suguru’s cozy sweaters, knitted and smelling of bergamot. 

when suguru notices, his gaze shifts into something fond. palpable. a look satoru always finds in the scope of those warm eyes, amber and cedar bleeding into something sweet, only ever directed at the two of you. a look said man assumes goes unnoticed. he’s not as slick as he thinks.

the kitchen simmers with hazy sunlight and gentle movements, something sleepy and kind. satoru is a little bit enamored with it; from bowls of cat food by the corner, to camellias by the windowsill, cookie jars and dried lemon slices, the fading scent of baked goods and wishlists stuck to the fridge.

(yours and satoru’s are filled with scribbles, new ideas popping up daily, while suguru’s is almost entirely blank; mostly necessities, one or two things he’d like for himself.

and then, of course, the same thing he writes at the top of his wishlist every year; some peace and quiet.)

suguru shuffles around the kitchen, long strands of black hair cascading down his back, swaying with his movements. he sends you both an affectionate glance when you step in, already in the process of making satoru his cup of hot chocolate — topped with marshmallows and whipped cream, colorful sprinkles in the shape of tiny stars, a touch of cinnamon. satoru licks his lips.

when it's finished, the cup is promptly handed to him, paired with a tender kiss to his forehead. and suguru starts the meticulous brewing of your coffee, steady hands, finely chosen coffee beans, the low purring of the espresso machine. soothing.

that’s when you attach yourself to his back. wrapping your arms around his waist, a sleepy yawn muffled into the fabric of his turtleneck. he places a big palm on your hand, thumb smoothing over your knuckle, and you nuzzle into him silently.

”still sleepy, baby?” he questions, a coo on the tip of his tongue.

satoru senses an opportunity to insert himself into the conversation, and forces out a yawn of his own. stretching his limbs like a big cat, blinking drowsily, eyelashes fluttering. hoping it’ll come off as endearing. ”mhm.” 

but suguru shoots him an unimpressed look. ”not you,” he tuts, patting your arm, ”this baby. i wasn’t asking you.”

a pout. ”why are you so mean to me?” he whines, shooting you a doe-eyed look. bottom lip jutting out slightly, a feigned glassiness to his eyes. ”sweetie, tell your husband to stop being so mean to me.”

you smile. indulgent, as always. ”don't be so mean to him, suguru. you know he’s sensitive.”

a sigh. deep, tinged with exhaustion. satoru shares an amused look with you — stifling a shared chuckle at suguru’s exasperation.

and suddenly, he feels something warm flutter in his ribcage. a sunkissed butterfly, wings brushing against his ribs, coaxing his lips into curling up. unmistakable fondness, almost too much to bear. the need to reach out and touch you creeps up on him, a hunger he can’t deny, but he holds back; you look comfy like that, curled up against suguru’s back. so he only inches closer, without a word. 

his husband casts him a glance, but satoru stays silent. lips pursed, waiting for something. patient.

and suguru relents. he reaches a hand out, to tuck a stray strand of white hair behind his ear — an excuse to touch him. a silent apology. 

(i'm sorry, you big baby.)

satoru grins.

you shift from foot to foot, leaning over to see what suguru is doing, pressing buttons and taking two ceramic cups out from a wall cabinet. your eyes zero in on a particular shelf, narrowing in suspicion, before flitting over to meet your husband’s gaze.

”satoru, did you use up all my peppermint sweeteners again?”

he stiffens. just a tad, before swallowing a gulp — followed by a silly chuckle, sheepish and performative, eager to wiggle his way out of your cold gaze. ”… which sweeteners do you mean, honey?”

”don’t pull the ’honey’ card.”

”and don’t play dumb, either.”

a pout crosses his lips. betrayed. ”suguru, who’s side are you even on?”

said man gives him a look. that one look, characteristically suguru, the same one he always sends satoru’s way. one so thoroughly unimpressed it makes him feel like the world’s biggest clown. 

and satoru plays along. your dutiful, beloved clown, his posture wilting like a sad flower. suguru exhales through his nose.

”don’t steal their sweeteners.” he smooths a thumb over your knuckle, absentminded, meeting the cold metal of the ring on your finger. smiling a little at the sensation. ”buy your own.”

satoru huffs, drawn out and childish. crossing his arms, leaning against the kitchen counter. ”ah, i see how it is. leaving your sweet husband to buy his own sweeteners?” he clicks his tongue. ”chivalry is dead.”

you bite back a little chuckle — satoru recognizes the cute noise you make when you do — and suguru rolls his eyes. fondly, always. ”remind me next time i go to the store and i’ll consider it.”

”hmph.”

suguru is smiling. it’s small, but genuine, worth a thousand words. and you are, too, the vague crinkle of your eyes giving you away. even as you bury your face in the curve of suguru’s back.

and ah, satoru thinks. there it is again. 

that sickeningly sweet sense of deja vu, the sensation of a certain something flourishing inside his chest. warming him up, trickling through his frost-bitten veins. that one little itch he never manages to satisfy, that never goes away, something that took root inside his heart years ago — watered by the sweet looks on your faces.

the everyday slice of heaven, right in front of him, that he’s been greedily partaking in ever since he moved in with you. since he married you.

(married.)

sometimes he still can’t believe it. 

”it’ll be done in a minute,” suguru hums, and satoru blinks. broken out of his syrupy stupor. ”you two go wait by the kotatsu, okay? must be cold, poor babies.” 

and, as always, his voice is a little teasing. a tiny bit condescending, if you really strain your ears, in typical suguru fashion. but it’s laced with a touch of sweetness; one that would be too much for either of you to stomach, if it were to drip out of his lips with nothing to water it down. so satoru accepts it. welcomes it, even.

and you follow his suggestion. making your way towards the living room, satoru trailing behind you, continuously enamored by every little thing he sees. every little piece of the home you’ve built for yourselves.

your living room is cozy. several potted plants seated here and there, a thick quilt to cover the kotatsu, a bowl of satsumas on top of it. a sleepy cat on your couch, golden sunshine ruffling her fur. a santa hat lies beside her, and satoru snags it without much thought. pulling it over his head.

his gaze shifts to the christmas tree over in the corner, eyes filling with a childlike kind of wonder. it’s decorated to completion, weighed down by colourful ornaments and lights, a star at the very top. suguru cut it himself, bringing the biggest and prettiest one he could find back home.

(satoru had gone with him. partially to help carry it back, mostly to get a glimpse of suguru's biceps flexing with the swing of the axe. he’s a simple man.)

and beneath it, presents are already beginning to pile up. carefully wrapped, in bows and silken paper, growing more each day. shattering suguru’s hopes of maybe having a more lowkey christmas this year — but satoru couldn’t be more relieved. this is the only time of year you let him get away with pampering you both to his heart’s content.

a smile blooms on his lips. he plops down on the floor, crossing his legs, right as suguru walks in with a coffee pot in hand. their gazes overlapping.

and something mischievous begins to brew within the blue of his eyes, something that makes suguru narrow his own. satoru pats his thigh, twice, a coo on the tip of his tongue. santa hat sitting pointedly on top of his head, fluffing up his hair.

”c’mere, suguru! sit on santa’s lap.”

”— you’re disgusting.”

the words are playful, but a pout still slips into the curve of satoru’s lips, and he huffs out a displeased little breath. his husband pretends not to hear it, so satoru turns to you — sitting so prettily to his right, already anticipating his next move. puppy dog eyes on full display, he gives you a soft tilt of his head, snowy tufts of hair falling over his eyes.

and you sigh, in what he knows is resignation. his faux pout turning into a satisfied grin.

you curl up in satoru’s lap without much of a fuss, letting him circle his arms around you. an indulgent smile rests on your lips, but he knows you love this; his broad chest against your back, the heat of the kotatsu warming your feet. breathing in the fading scent of your shampoo, he leaves a peck on the sensitive spot right behind your ear, and you try not to shudder.

then satoru smiles. squeezing you, lightly, sweetly, eyes rich with honeyed affection. voice dripping with playful endearment. ”there we go,” he coos. ”what does my angel want for christmas, hm?” 

”i want you to stop stealing my peppermint sweeteners,” comes your answer. instantaneous.

silence fills the room. a moment passes. outside your frosted windows, a bird takes flight from the branches of your apricot tree. and satoru clicks his tongue.

”… santa can only do so much, baby.”

two deep scoffs fill the air, heavy and bemused. one from you, one from suguru. satoru only giggles.

”just kidding!” he chirps, planting a kiss on the top of your head. ”don’t you worry. santa’ll give you all the peppermint sweeteners you could ever want.” 

you raise a brow, exhaling amusedly. craning your head to meet his gaze. ”and he won’t end up using them all himself?”

”of course not! blasphemy.” 

a moment passes.

”… maybe one or two. as a treat.”

a string of protests slips from your lips, and satoru tries not to burst into a fit of giggles. suguru just watches, silently, smiling lightly as he pours hot coffee into two ceramic cups. steam wafting up to the ceiling, a cat jumping down from the couch to curl up in his lap. he places one in front of you, not taking a single sip of his own until he hears you hum blissfully at the taste — pink lips against white ceramic. a bitter taste on his tongue, sweetened by your approval.

then he starts peeling three satsumas, absentmindedly, and satoru swallows down the love-ridden honey choking up the back of his throat. pretending the domesticity of such a simple action doesn’t melt his heart down to the marrow. 

he turns his attention towards the window. frost sticking to the glass like spider-woven webs, soon to be melted by the glow of the mellow winter sunrays. flitting in through the translucent curtains, cascading over the room, splattering across the floorboards. framing the hue of your hair, the smile on suguru’s lips.

and a memory comes to him. sudden, hazy, faded at the edges. ghosting his subconscious. eerie, in a way.

he remembers the frost, the biting wind, the frightening majesty of the snow that fell that day. breaking into his world through a rift in the stratosphere. he remembers the contrasting warmth of the person who held him, who cradled him close; the soft lull of a woman’s voice. 

for a moment, satoru thinks he can almost, almost see it before him. hear those gentle words, see her tired smile. why was she always so tired?

(look, satoru. isn’t it pretty?)

— he can’t recall how it sounded. if it was melodic and soft, or raspy and broken, happy or sad. but he does recall that it made him feel safe. safe enough to find comfort in a sight so other-worldly, so very foreign.

it should’ve been frightening, but it wasn’t. the first snowfall satoru ever saw knocked the breath from out his lungs, stole his heart with cold hands, left him with a suffocating nostalgia. but the memory is precious.

and now, he feels that sense of other-worldliness in this; a kotatsu for three, a warm house, peeled satsumas and promises of a christmas cake soon to be baked. one lovely spouse in his lap, the other gazing at him with that fond look he always assumes goes unnoticed. a cocoon of safety — a ghost he doesn’t need to chase anymore.

warmth. enough warmth to make up for the snow and frost outside your home, all the experiences he missed out on as a child. warmth, warmth, warmth. funny, how that happens to be satoru’s favorite thing about winter. 

he looks at the two of you, hoping you won’t pay any mind to his silence. for once, he hopes you’ll stay wrapped up in your awful, awful coffee, so bitter that just looking at it makes his throat feel dry. just so he can get away with admiring you for a little longer. from the contours of suguru’s face, to the skin of your collarbone, to the rings on your fingers. ones he put there himself. 

and ah, satoru thinks, there it is again. again and again, as always, forever. that warm, warm feeling flourishing in the depths of his chest. 

he hopes it never goes away.

[onepiece-polls]

One Piece Shipping War - Round 1 Side D

Propaganda under the cut.

Propaganda for Lucci x Kaku:

Submitted without propaganda

Propaganda for Shanks x Mihawk:

They had a massive battle at one point, when mihawk showed up on that island where shanks was relaxing shanks convinced him to get drunk with him very easily, also in the war of the best mihawk just flat out said he refused to fight shanks

Goth swordsmith & Golden retriever

Two of the most badass characters in the whole series, cat/dog energy, the fact that Mihawk specifically sought Shanks out to show him Luffy's bounty??, also Mihawk leaving the fight because he didn't sign up to fight Shanks??, I love two middle aged man who are somehow friends AND MAYBE MORE lmao

They’re so funny to me. Like seriously goth Mihawk and happy chaotic Shanks. I just think they could be so good together

Rivals to lovers -- Powerhouses -- Introvert and extrovert -- Mihawk wears red and has black hair while Shanks wears black and has red hair like ✨Color schemes✨ -- SAME BIRTHDAY YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME THEY DON'T CELEBRATE IT TOGETHER

They are rivals. They are besties. They are so friggin gay for each other. It's DILF love.

what if we were both swordsmen but you lost your arm to save the future king of the pirates so i have remained SOOO bitter about it but then find out the kid u saved has a promising swordsman so im less bitter so i go drink with you and you force me to ditch my wine for booze but it works because you care about me despite my solitary life so we remained long distance bfs and think about each other constantly. is that something

Mihawk being a recluse but going out of his way to visit his bf regularly is proof enough

[asbestieos]

holds microphone up to u Thots on junkana . also kohaai bc ive been thingkging abt them

AGAUAHAHHEHEHEH!! HUEUEHESUH!! hi melty hehe ehejdeh eh GO TO SLEEP SOON but hi ♡

junkana

AGRHRHRGRGR RHEGAUAH I O HGAA WUAUAGAA A A AWUU O O Y U O I U UUUUHUU U U U U H U UUUU HUUUU UU UHU U UU U O UU

KANAJUN JUNKANA MY WORLD.. please they never had a chance they shouldve been inseparable they shouldve had everything.. theyre like asuka evangelion.. the way kaname clings to and relies on jun when he initially demoted to ns student.. and how theyre both a little tsun so its hard for them to even get around to realizing they think of each other positively… sorry i cant be normal about guy who admires his friend’s tenacity and sees the good in him + guy who has never ever been looked up to or loved ever, i know jun would be kaname’s #1 fan and support if he were there at the metamorphosis live 💔 please the casual homosexuality between them is insane. pheromones. sexy pheromones. theyd be so annoying and obnoxious together, can you imagine? take my hand. ill show you. they come to starbucks and hold up the front register for five minutes. kaname’s too anxious to order he doesnt even know what drink he wants and hes whining to jun about what drink he should get and jun has Never Fucking Been Here Before. hes staring at the pastry case. he thinks he wants a bagel. kaname does not want to eat he wants something to drink. jun suggests a drink kaname rejects it for too much sugar or too bitter he somehow knows the flavor profile of the entire menu despite having only ever ordered caramel frappuccinos (and i should know i have watched him regularly enter). they continue this cycle with every single drink on the menu. it has been ten minutes. the line’s backed up to the door. kaname settles on a caramel frappe. what size. venti. no, grande. actually no venti jun split it with me. youre splitting it with me. actually could you make that a caramel crunch frappe? could you make it decaf? how much? 6.02. both kaname and jun take out debit cards. they spat over whose paying. it has been fifteen minutes. the line is backed up into the parking lot. they pay. five minutes later theyre kicked out of the cafe for disturbing the peace and making out so sloppily their drool could be used to polish the table tops. end scene

kohaai

yeah ♡

edit: kohaai is so everything to me because fate really did bring them together.. its funny i hc that before he was put in the zashikirou, kohaku literally told aira everything about his situation like being an assassin and everything and aira straight up thought it was fake and he was just being 9 and an edgy emo boy weirdo GDJDBDJ like kohaku is funny because he comes off as the type of sixth grader to type very seriously. He tries to act really mature on the internet. He uses perfect grammar and verbose vocabulary and whatever the hell and youd never expect hes some little scrungly with an accent. i think when they first realized they met irl aira was like NOOOO HES 100% DISAPPOINTED WITH ME IN HIS HEAD ISNT HE HE SECRETLY HATES ME NOOO and kohakus like heheh 😊 he is my sun ☀️

they mean much to me they simply adore each other and its so sweet.. auagauagaugh a aahaug ygau guaga ga a aga a im getting cavities

honest opinion ship ask game

[mars-onthe-moon]

Favourite ship and least favourite ship?

Gravity Falls wise…

My favorite, unfortunately, would be Billdip.

I love both redemption fics and and psychological horror fics. The fact that one ship can do both either at the same time or go completely dif routes I think it pretty interesting/fun. I’m a freakin sucker for demon gone human shiz, then trying to cope (Some Devil’s a part-timer mood). And then enemies to lover’s is *Le chef’s kiss*

Least fav (besides the other rancid ships you can find in this fandom, like seriously wtf) is Dipcifica.

It’s not even because of billdip, I just, idk I always see them as close friends that shit on each other. Though, I’m grown enough to admit that they do have their cannon moments, I’m just not a fan. Also like Mabel and Pacifica! Those girls are perfect. If you’re gonna have a redemption arc (which is gonna have to happen anyway because it’s Pacifica and she’s also horrible) with her and a twin it should be Mabes! They shared a backseat, post-golf battle burrito! Like how you gonna do my girl like that 😭 Is it that I’m incapable of shipping straights?! Maybe?!

But if we’re talking about my fav ship of all time…

It’s Bubbline!

I know its Cannon so some people don’t count it as a ship but like, I grew up with them, even more so then Gravity Falls. I think young-ass me even knew there was something fruity afoot. This was like, before they came out and said it too, only subtle hints. So I kinda shipped them as a little kid (even though shipping wasn’t a popular term and I didn’t really know about gay people, weird right?). It was nice to grow up with them see the changes that allowed their story to finally be cannon.

But confession, even though I write a fanfic and do a lot of ship fanart. Im like… not a huge shipper? I mean, I am, but also like, I usually just do art for Gravity Falls, same with reading fics. I used to read Klance fics with my friend back in highschool, but Klance and Billdip are the extent of my fic library. I guess I’m just goofy like that.

Also fuck Voltron, that show could have been so great. It was good in some aspects but like… looking back on it I’m soooooo bitter 😂 but I can’t get into that.

EDIT: I also meant to say, though I don’t ship it, I appreciate Billford. I’m more of a Ford x McGucket fan myself, but Ford and Bill were fruity with each other and that’s a rock fact you can take to the bank! I don’t ship Billford, because (unless changing the outcome of the entire show) we know how that story ends, so there’s not a lot of room for fluff. When it comes to Bill and ships, I like future redemption ones the best, so therefore we have Dipper instead of Ford.

[jaigeye]

im here to be a pain in the ass and ask for no. 24: 'the protection of laughter' with the armourer and lil baby grogs please and thank u :)

30 multipurpose prompts. ( grogu & the armorer. ) read on AO3.

The last time Grogu sees The Man in Silver, he is on the ground. 

He smells like blood, and the feelings he is projecting are so scary that he can't bear to feel them any longer- turning away like one does from the terrible, painful brightness of the sun. He tried to protect him. He tried very hard.

Not so much later, when he is tired and his thoughts are foggy with exhaustion, he dimly acknowledges that he is being passed from hand to hand. The tunnels smell like moisture, and there is something tense and metallic and grief-sharp in the air. The hands that hold him tremble, depositing him in the arms of The Gold One.

She is like his guardian, and she is not. Her face is gold, and she looks like a bird, he thinks. She curls him into the bow of her elbow. She does not tremble when she takes in hand the silver talisman passed to her. She doesn't tremble, either, when the other people disappear and it is an axe she holds instead, swinging as she clutches him. 

Afterwards, once she's cut down the men in white, she holds him up so he can look at her eyes. They are long and slim and black and he can see himself in the astute sharp edges, just like he could before.

He puts his hands to her helmet and cries out, because everything hurts and he is alone. 

"All will be well," she says in a soothing tenor, and Grogu finds little peace in the placating statement. "I have you now."

And have him, she does. Like the Man in Silver before her she takes him everywhere, only strapped to her back where he can rest his face against the warm fur. He likes the view. It is good to be so high up, and to see the world as she does, like a great bird soaring through the sky.

She is very different than his other saviour. Man in Silver was not the first- far from it. He has been clutched in many arms, taken from star to star in crates and containers and wrapped up in blankets. He has been cold and isolated and he has survived things that devoured all his peers. But those memories are dark and far-away from here, and Grogu is too busy squinting against the light that reflects off Woman in Gold's radiant face.

One evening, she pulls Grogu's coat down around his neck and just as he is ready to throw her across the room with all the force he can fathom she procures a talisman. It has horns and teeth and it looks angry, shiny, silver. It is made of smooth, smooth Beskar, and he knows what that is because he's spent many a night sleeping against such cool surfaces.

When she binds the talisman around his neck, Woman in Gold cries. He can't see it but he can feel it, like hot waves of remorse, and Grogu is very young and perhaps naive but there are things he is familiar with and remorse- remorse is one of them.

She is not the Man in Silver, though, so she doesn't know to take off her hard shell when she tries to rock him to sleep, doesn't know he likes frogs best, doesn't chuff with humor when he presents her with shiny trinkets or let him sit on her lap when she flies the very ship the Silver One once flew. 

Where is he, he thinks sometimes, he must miss his ship, surely, surely, we are going to get him and put him back in it where he belongs. 

To protest his circumstances, he cries every night. Every time she sets him down to sleep or to wait or to watch as she works or talks or fights or tries to sleep, herself, he opens his mouth to scream.

There are few other ways to express oneself besides this, really. Grogu must resort to what he knows works.

And she is- well. She is the Woman in Gold, with the fur and the leathers and the big, soft gloves, with bird eyes, she who flies, who smells like iron (blood? blood?), whose hair hides in tight black coils at the base of her neck. She is all things and she is also nothing at all to him, because since the Man in Silver went away she has barely spoken a word. 

Perhaps silence is how she speaks. Grogu considers it. He saw the Man in Silver speak with his hands, sometimes. He tried once to teach him and being as he was a little thing, with little hands and fewer fingers, Grogu could manage only a subpar imitation. It frustrated him so terribly that he threw a fit and ate a stick, just to express his utter displeasure. 

He wishes now that he could speak with his hands, or that she could listen with her mind. Maybe she can- her golden face betrays nothing.

One day, when Woman in Gold is sitting in a cantina bar and thinking nasty thoughts at all the nasty people thinking nasty thoughts, too, the air foggy with exhaustion and bitterness and Grogu, well, Grogu is just trying to eat his soup in peace- that day she breaks her oath of silence. 

"Child," she says, holding out a hand towards him. "Don't play with your food."

He wasn't even playing with it. Grogu's ears fall back before they perk upwards at a thought, an idea, and in turn her golden face quirks to one side as she watches. 

He reaches into his soup and, with the confidence and determination of a seasoned fisherman, grasps the half-alive creature still swirling within it and plops it unceremoniously in her hand. 

He does this because the Silver One always made angry noises, but his feelings were light and bubbly, and he'd like to feel that from her too. He stares seriously at her, expectantly raising a wrinkled brow.

Woman in Gold stares at her hand for a second. Then she flexes her grip around the creatures weak, thrashing body, and it releases a pathetic ppffbbbhttt sort of sound and that's it! That's it! He's done it! Woman in Gold chuckles and then sets into fits, her echoing peal of laughter cutting through all the misery of the cantina and she shakes with it, so fiercely is she laughing. Grogu can't help it. He loves laughter, so he partakes gleefully, giggling and squealing and that's it. 

Even if they never exchange a single word, the laughter will be enough.

[baeshijima]

im quite curious, what ship dynamics would you give to your moots?

of course pls don't be pressured to answer this! (I'm just really curious)

oooo !! this is super cute !! (i say, sweating at all the ship dynamics that exist,,, sobbing why are they all so specificdhkgkdjfgd)

in other words, uh, take this as oddly specific ship dynamics (which could apply either way on them/their partner) i either thought of or found on pinterest and slapped next to my mutuals urls :D

@souglias — hero/civilian x villain/vigilante where the hero/civilian unknowingly gets in the way of the villain/vigilante every time they try to defy order and create havoc, ensuing a one-sided rivalry in which the former is confused on why the latter is after them and fights them back (honorary scene of either kabedon or where the fall w/ one on top of the other and they accidentally kiss. or both. both could happen.)

@tofuthoma — honestly giving me academic rivals to lovers vibe, where they are constantly neck and neck in terms of scores and boast to the other if they got a better mark and the original bitter feelings of rivalry fade from “why am i always thinking of them? is it because they’re my nemesis???” to “oh shit i like them”, and then they forget why they were even rivals in the first place (until they see the scores again, but this time they decide study dates would be much better)

@lilikags — literally just best friends/childhood friends to lovers where they grew up together throughout the years and have seen all sides of each other and wholly accept one another for their perfections and imperfections and always defend and support the other (but really they think the other is perfect in every way imaginable)

@versadies — the “i would travel through time and space just to come back to you” ship; the one that really shakes your soul of either reincarnated lovers, soulmates, or where one turns back time to fix a mistake and be with their lover again. honestly this dynamic would have a LOT to unpack and inspect, but the main matter is both hold unyielding affection for one another, so much so they end up being together lifetime after lifetime (whether they’re aware of it or not is another issue entirely but that just depends on the sub trope)

@2uvmio — that pairing where it’s like,,, a famous/popular x (tired)shop clerk (more likely in a coffee shop tbh), in which the employee is either unaware of who the famous person is or they just don’t care enough to react and serves them like they’re a normal human being, and the popular is torn between “you don’t know who i am? seriously?? how can you not know???” and “i’m being treated like a normal person for once? what is this feeling?” and now they’re a regular with a one-sided crush on the cute employee (the latter grows to eventually fall in love with the side others don’t get to see, as it’s reserved for them only)

@hamayumis — the sun x moon dynamic, wherein they’re the epitome of opposites attract that complement each other’s strengths and weaknesses and just have a strong established bond; one is cheerful and outgoing whereas the other is reserved and reliable, but they both bring out the best on each other that others can only be in wonder in and i just think that’s very lovely (bonus if their personalities switch when they’re alone with the other bc they’re that comfortable)

@milccyx — this can be kinda angsty, but the confesses and gets rejected x rejector and realises feelings later ship, where they’ve been friends for a while and B didn’t acknowledge their feelings at first and rejects them and remain as friends but then they start being more aware of A and their little habits moreso than before until having that “oh.” realisation that they like them back (eventually musters up the courage to confess and they have a happy ending bc no i am not giving u angst)

@sohyuki — the chaos x chaos enabler ship where it’s just A wreaking havoc in their wake, shouting and a fire probably going off somewhere in the distance, and when B comes along they look dependable — sensible, even — and everyone thinks they’re here to pacify A. in reality? the enabler just watches and goes “they’ll be done soon. probably” while everyone just gawks at the dumb proud smile on their face as they watch their partner set a house on fire (sometimes they would join in on the chaos; how could they not when their lover looks like they’re having so much fun, inviting them to join with a smile)