#these are my ship ideas for this so far

[hexjulia]

so hard not to become the most annoying person on earth if you're a little excitable and just learned a little about a topic literally no one around you has any interest in

[cloud-ya]

Sega managed to give Shadow wings AU before I could

[epicfirestormer]

Guess who's playing Steamworld Heist 2 and isn't being normal about it

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

@mcyt-aro-week day 3: solidarity / hobbies

It's a quiet day in Pixandria, all things considered, which is nice and rare these days. That is, until Pix hears the telltale sounds of rockets and someone skidding to a halt in the sand outside his storage room.

Pix closes the chest he was rummaging through with a sigh and walks outside to figure out which of his friends has appeared on his metaphorical front lawn. As he pokes his head out the door, he catches a flash of bright green- Jimmy, then, so this will probably be a relatively normal conversation, all things considered.

"Jimmy, hey, what's up?"

Jimmy turns around, frowning, and pulls his codboy hat lower than it's supposed to go so it covers his eyes- bad day, then.

Jimmy sighs, "Pix, can I talk to you about something?"

"Sure, sure, come on in," Pix ushers the man into the top area of the storage room and leans against one of the walls. "What's going on?"

Jimmy buries is head in his hands even further somehow and groans for a second before he starts talking. Very bad day, then.

"Well, I just left Rivendell cause Scott invited me to some sort of alliance meeting, except it wasn't really an alliance meeting, it was a date, and it was really clearly a date cause he had this tunnel of love thing going on and a picnic and it was really nice but I don't- I wasn't prepared and I don't know if I even like him- or anyone- like that but I didn't know how to tell him that in the middle of a date, so I pretended that I didn't know it was one, except it was so obviously a date so now he either thinks I'm even more of an idiot than he already did or that I was, I don't know, playing hard to get or something? I don't know how people think about these things, I just-"

Jimmy, who had been pacing and gesturing wildly the whole time he spoke, stops short, digs his palms into his eyes, and shouts a bit before stopping and looking up at Pix desperately.

"Help?"

Pix nods slowly. "Yeah, ok, that's... that's bad. So, first things first, the thing about not being sure if you like him, or anyone like that?"

Jimmy takes a deep breath and shakes out his hands a bit. "Yeah, I don't know, I think I've had like, one crush ever? And I don't even really know if that was a crush? And I like Scott, I do, even though he's kind of a jerk sometimes, but I don't think it's like that? I'm not sure."

"Ok, well, do you want to be in a relationship with Scott?"

Jimmy pauses, visibly considering. "I... have no idea."

"Ok, so, first step is, despite what you might think, not figuring that part out, because that's going to take forever. First step is getting on the same page with Scott.”

“Does it have to be? Can’t I just figure out what my deal is and then everything is fine forever?”

Pix chuckles. “If only it were that easy.”

“It’s just-!” Jimmy walks over to where Pix is leaning and joins him for about two seconds before sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. “I don’t know. I don’t know how any of this is supposed to feel, I don’t know how I’m meant to know if I like someone like that or not if I want to be in a relationship with them or what and I don’t know how everyone seems to have it so figured out!”

“I mean, I don’t think everyone else does, to be totally honest. But even if they do, well, it probably felt a lot more like… something for them.” Pix joins Jimmy on the floor, staring straight ahead as he tries to think. “Because in my experience, sometimes it feels like nothing because it is nothing, but sometimes it feels like nothing because it’s something but not with this person, but other times it feels like something even when it’s nothing-“ Pix has no idea what he’s talking about, at this point. He’s not equipped for these things, and he says as much. “Why did you come to me for this, I’m not-? Your sister’s married to your best friend, I feel like they’re much better equipped to answer the question of ‘How do you know when you want to be in a relationship with someone?’”

“I mean, probably,” Jimmy says, finally letting his codboy hat go enough that Pix can see his eyes again. “But, well… you’re you. We’re us, y’know?”

Pix does know. He knows that Lizzie is Jimmy’s sister, but Pix was the first person to see Jimmy without the Codfather head on. He knows that Joel is Jimmy’s best friend, but Pix is the one he asked to build the cod statue in his base. He knows that he’s Jimmy’s… something, and this is what they do. And that, however unfortunately, he probably is the best person to ask about this type of thing, even if he doesn’t feel like he knows what he’s talking about half the time.

Pix reaches out and puts his arm around Jimmy’s shoulders, and Jimmy instinctively moves to lay his head on Pix’s shoulder. Well, they’ll figure it out eventually.

[hyakunana]

✨💖 Winner gets desir———

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 21 thoughts:

Well that was sure a turn around from last arc's "I'm going to rally the students so I don't get captured."

I know my daughter has made some . . . mistakes, but I'm not a fan of her turning herself into the openly corrupted and also bad at their job parahuman cops.

(Parahuman cops as in "cops who police parahumans" not "cops who are parahumans")

Like look, I get it. A precog told her to cut ties. I can't say it's wrong to follow that advice. But she could do that in a lot of ways that don't involve the PRT.

The second not from Dinah just being "I'm sorry" is brutal.

But before she can turn herself in she has to absolutely fucking crush the PRT/Protectorate for outing her civilian identity.

I love how fucking simple taking out the entire PRT headquarters was for Skitter and her girlfriends!

Who needs anyone else? Bitch brings muscle, Tattletale brings information, Skitter brings battlefield control. Lesbian polycule power activate!

Was it an overboard response? Maybe. Was it badass how she just took out so many heroes and PRT troops with ease? Yes.

Poor Dovetail has one of the most embarrassing introductions ever. First time we see her and Skitter is wiping the floor with her and thinking about her "crummy power".

God I hate Tagg so much that he makes me miss Piggot. Like she was absolutely terrible, but he's worse! And making me miss Piggot makes me hate Tagg even more!

Kindly old cemetery groundskeeper who doesn't pay much attention to the news! Never a bad trope.

They gave Butcher 15 to Cherish???!? Like sure they give all the reasoning for it but like ... it just seems like a really high risk situation. If she ever gets out it's going to suck. A lot.

THE SCENE AT RACHEL'S PLACE OH MY GOD!

SHE IS BUILDING A COMMUNITY! I LOVE HER SO MUCH!

Rachel just over here finding everyone like her and giving them a place. Legit crying. Look at that fucking growth!

(Also shout-out to my wife for having basically done the same thing. It's how I met her. It's how I met one of my girlfriends. And so many other important people. So ya. I fucking love this.)

Also you ever like a girl so much you try to give her an entire planet? Cause Taylor sure has.

"Rachel I don't want you to be sad when I'm gone so you can basically have this whole other planet we found."

GGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!

Imp let Regent take control of her . . . welp. Like, I'm not really surprised by this. And in a different situation I wouldn't even really find it that weird. I'd do it with the right person. But combination of age and the situation they are in and Regent being Regent annnnnd ya. Welp.

I did love how much of the interactions between Skitter and Regent/Imp really was just her struggling with parenting two teenage supervillains.

IT'S NOT SO EASY, IS IT CHILD?!? MAYBE YOU'LL CUT ME SOME SLACK AND LISTEN TO MY ADVICE IN THE FUTURE!

(She won't)

I fucking LOVE that she made the bible themed hero kneel. Absolutely fucking amazing.

Oh shiiit, Skitter just flat dropped that guy multiple stories. Is she going to far?

. . . wellll, these guys do literally worship the Endbringers so I guess a little aggression is ok.

Damn, Valefor sure has some fucked up powers, I wonder what they're gonna do abou-

. . .

. . .

. . . . . .

. . . wellll, these guys do literally worship the Endbringers so I guess a little aggression is ok.

. . .

Yep.

. . .

. . . I think I preferred when she just used a knife.

So anyway

Not a fan of Taylor having more alone time with Brian (not because I have any issue with the idea, but because I think she needs to be focusing on her girlfriends), but I am a fan of her using bugs to clean her dress and fix her hair afterwords while Brian just kinda sits there and has to contemplate what he has gotten himself into. Queen shit.

Flechette was SO mad that Parian wasn't "cute" anymore, I couldn't stop laughing. Sure, she said "You had to take the playfulness away? The joy?" but we all know what she meant. Of course, it's won't take very long for the new costume to get Flechette's attention. (I have to mention that this is basically exactly what I said when reading the scene, and the interlude a few chapters later just proved me right.)

Flechette is just so hopelessly gay

Miss Militia is actually getting very mild respect from me right now. Like, she's still working for the cops but she is actually agreeing to silently push against some things. Now, she says she doesn't have more power then that but she is a very well known hero and if she would publicly speak out about certain things there is a decent chance she could do more. That would of course be putting her position at risk though. Which is why she only gets very mild respect right now.

OH MY GOD I DIDN'T JUST GET TO SEE TATTLETALE'S MURDER WALL, I GOT TO SEE HER ENTIRE MURDER ROOM!

Fucking multiple bulletin boards with threads connecting them. Everything color coded. Reference numbers to files with more details. Multiple TV screens, computer with constant information dump. God. It's like a literal representation of the inside of my mind while I read Worm. SO MANY THINGS TO FIGURE OUT!

I love a lot of characters, but Tattletale always stays near the top. She gets me.

And from the fucking joy of getting to see that setup I come crashing the fuck down.

Like, I have completely figured out at this point that Skitter is turning herself in. I know what is coming. She's had her moment with everyone else and Tattletale is the last one.

And then. Then just . .

No goodbyes.

😭😭😭😭😭

HOW DARE THIS BOOK MAKE ME FEEL MY OWN FEELINGS!! I'M TOO GAY FOR THIS!

I do find it hysterical that the PRT officers working the front lobby don't all recognize Skitter on sight. Fucking gas station employees will manage to keep track of people with pictures on the "bad check" board, you'd think the PRT could manage to have their officers keep track of the face of one of the most well know villains in the country, if not the world, who also controls their city. PRT is forever bad at their job.

That one guy did notice her eventually though, so I guess he gets to be employee of the month.

The Number Man interlude thoughts:

The inside of this mans mind is one of the sexiest things I have ever seen and the constant reminder of the horrible things he is helping Cauldron do to all their prisoners was very helpful because it was the only thing keeping me from deciding that The Number Man is a perfect soul that can do no wrong.

I have no illusions here. I am weak. This man is a monster and I should not have any trouble remembering that.

But fuck shit fuck oh god fuck I don't even need him to touch me. I just need him to TALK to me. I just need him to get high with me and let me pick apart how his mind works!

He understood numbers, and through them, he understood everything.

That line. Absolute killer. Fucking take me.

. . . anyway yes it's a very interesting interlude!

Loved seeing more of the inner workings of Cauldron

I very much want to see the final level of their basement that only the Doctor goes into because I said that I thought Cauldron had a dead (for values of dead that are non-definable) higher dimensional being in their basement back during arc 15 and now I know for sure that there is something down there. I wanna know if I was right!

Oh my god he was friends with Jack

"Friends"

Look I make everything gay ok? It's not my choice! Sure it means I get to enjoy every tiny bit of Wolfspider and Chatterbug cause I see all of it. But it also means I see the ships I don't want to think about!

I men what was I supposed to think when Jack said “We can live this. Together. Every waking second…”?

Gay

Parian interlude thoughts:

And speaking of gay!

Fucking Flechette just full blown "Fuck all of this I want you to tell me what to do for the rest of my life!"

Full U-Haul lesbian.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

This is Parian's new costume having an effect.

Just so gay. I love it.

Also Bitch just so fucking ready to break Skitter out. So fucking gay.

And the incredible loyalty, which is gonna hurt if she ends up feeling betrayed by Skitter.

Still gay though.

Tattletale, basically without powers, just completely giving Accord the "fuck off, we're in charge" was amazing. All she had to do was promise to consider his binders and he was all in. This poor man just wants somebody to read his ideas! He's like a aspiring screenwriter just begging people to read his script.

[yudidoodles]

One of the few parts of every adaptation that makes me cry is the Yi City/Coffin City arc- something about finding love when you don't deserve it, fighting with all you have for it, only to ultimately ruin it with your own hands,,, like MAN I know these guys could never have any sort of functional relationship as is but I wish they could! What very little we see of their dynamics are amazing 10/10 would cry at crushed old candy again

[eeveekitti]

WC/RW DAY 6: RIVULET

this would be bubblebounce, a lighthearted and fun drizzleclan warrior! they're the most talented swimmer and fisher in the clan, which is quite useful in their marshy territory

nobody quite knows where she came from, but standing theories among clanmates include being a former kittypet, or a cat from a far-off clan despite the mystery, bubblebounce is quite popular among their clan for their bubbly [ha] demeanor! she even has two mates-- one of the healers, flowerheart, and a certain cat with a thirst for violence....

the flowers in her cheek fur are pink rain lilies! you get a cookie from bubblebounce if you can connect the meaning of those flowers to their lore /silly

[the-deadlock-south]

love how years later i still really like cassidy/hanzo. Im gonna blame this on the fact every time im in a game with a cass we somehow end up hip to hip for most of the game and its just silly overall

[grassyeggroll]

Prince Fionna!

Trying to actually work ou t how she n flame princess met and I like the idea of them going to get her out of the fire kingdom by pretending to be a prince for her ft. Horse Cake by someone who rarely ever draws ponies

[necrotic-nephilim]

I love how you write fucked up JayTim. Even when Jays being horrible and sadistic he still *needs* Tim’s approval, his attention. Needs Time to want him to crack his chest open to see if their hearts beat the same. If Tim wanted fucked up Jason he seems so devoted to Tim he’d let that little fucker keep him on a leash just so Tim would tell him to do all the fucked up things to him. (Also as an aside I could just imagine Jay/Steph/Tim where Jason is devoted to both those little gremlins and Steph is constantly encouraging him.)

thank you so much, this is so sweet! i absolutely *love* when people just Get It and the dynamic i'm trying to portray comes across correctly. like yeah, this perfectly describes it. Jason is the Worst and would do anything to hurt Tim, but he still desperately needs Tim around. anything to get Tim to pay attention to him is worth it. obsessed with how he just wants to rip Tim open. everything you said just. yes.

AGREED on JayTimSteph, oh my god. Steph would make a delightful enabler for Jason bc she also knows what it's like to get dragged into TIm's gravitational pull and end up so utterly enamored by him that she'll do morally questionable things for him. (like accidentally starting a gang war so he can prove himself.) and Jason should get to be weird about Steph more! so much of her life mirrors his, so much of his anger is reflected back in her. i want him to try to rip her open and see what's inside just as much as he does Tim. they could match each other's freak so well, while Tim is in the middle just trying to keep his head on straight. Steph and Jason deserve to make each other worse while Tim is desperately trying to pull them from the ledge. it's just. god it's such a good OT3 and it never gets explored for all the fucked up potential it has. stop making Steph the cute comic relief. explore her anger and trauma and let her be just as fucked as Jason is, especially *about* Jason and Tim. bc she would be the real winner in that threesome. stuck between the devil on one shoulder and the angel on the other and being the one in between their fights, deciding if she wants to meditate or instigate.

[bonesdontmelt]

Hitsugibune - Warlord Dracule Mihawk

Okay so this is a small ship with a lot of distinctive parts that I was hard pressed to tie into one design and I think we got it BUT I couldn't decide how I wanted to incorporate the green candles so we have some options on this one!

The base is the same: They're standing in one of Mihawk's poses, and their hat is like Mihawk's but white. A jerkin-type black top with a white cross on the front, whose tail is shaped to drape reminiscent of a coffin. Disconnected sleeves that widen into lace layers. Pants similar to Mihawk's in form that are base a tan color with a gothic black design, and finally black boots with two white buckles.

Candle variations:

A green feather in the hat instead of black, cross and coffin mismatched earrings

Green lace fading to black on the arms, also cross and coffin mismatched earrings

Black lace and feather, instead replace the cross and coffin black earrings with two white-candle with green flame earrings

Everyone has their favorite version, feel free to share yours!

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

struck by an au idea for Price and Rory that blends together two au ideas I had back in my TOW era.

Merman Price beached in the UK during the Victorian era, gets forced into working for a traveling freakshow. The tour makes a stop in London and there just so happens to be a certain lady in the crowd with a friend who's drawn to the man with a fishtail.

Who knows if I'll write anything but the ideas are spinning in my head right now.

Something about a King Trident-esque merman and a young woman betrothed to another but falling for the literal fish out of water just makes me feel things

[reinabeestudio]

Close Shave

Words: 1267

Relationships: Gold Waltz (Soldier/Cee)

A/N: I talked about this draft ages ago and finally it's DONE. Warning, it eventually gets rather suggestive. That said, there's nothing actually explicit. If I had to rate it, I guess I'd give it a 16+ (?). It's super corny and silly, I had a blast working on it ∋( :D

It even comes with its own art: a comm I got from @/beeholyshit featuring a scene from the oneshot ✨ You should read it. For context

*[divider]

Stroke. Rinse.

Stroke. Rinse.

Stroke. Rinse. The room was blanketed in a comfortable silence, only the sounds of the blade on the skin and their breathing filled the confined space. The base was often quiet after dinner, most of the mercenaries tired from the fighting during the day under the punishing heat of the desert. Soldier used this time to shave. He used to shave in the mornings... sometimes. Until he used the razor to stab a BLU son of a bitch in the throat, covering the blade in blood and little chunks of gore. A lost cause, thus he was left to use a straight razor he owned. An old gift from his father back when he was a teen growing his first stubble. A razor which belonged to his own grandfather. It had the family name inscribed on the handle: Doe. It helped his memory, looking at it and holding it. Never forget who you are, son. Using the straight razor forced him to go slow, and he didn't like it. But if there's something he learned as a trained soldier, it was to adapt. Even if that earned him a few more cuts and nicks before bed. And one day, Cee Doremi stepped in. She popped up behind him when he was on the way to his room, that was when she offered her help with the shaving. "I don't need help, Ms Doremi." "Perhaps. But such a hard-working veteran like you deserves to be serviced once in a while, yes?" Little minx, she knew how to short-circuit his brain with so little. Yet he willingly fell for it each time. He felt her presence behind him as he resumed the walk back to his bedroom.

That's how he found himself in this situation: laying down on the bed while resting his head on Cee's lap, his old helmet resting next to her, on the mattress. There was water dripping from his face down his shoulders and collarbone, drenching his white tank top.

Soldier's pale blue eyes didn't leave Cee's face for a second. She was so focused, her own gaze never shattering from her task. There was a light blush on her cheeks, barely noticeable on the dim light, and he found himself enjoying the sight above him. Her strokes were gentle yet steady, shaving his face with the straight razor, and her free hand cradling his own face with a tenderness that made fireworks go off inside his chest like the 4th of July. Her hand lifted his chin, exposing the column of his neck, and he had to internally sing the Star-Splanged Banner as he tried to not make a sound.

Her eyes flickered to his, and she smiled sweetly at him. Fuck, there was the short-circuit again.

"I'm almost done, sugar cube. Be patient." She leaned in closer, the blade grazing the warm skin. "The neck is a delicate part... Be a good boy and stay still." Cee's delicate fingers grazed his throat and his Adam's apple bobbed. Soldier bit back a groan at the contact, internally counting to five as he held back the impulse to reach out and pull her face closer.

Several minutes of silence later, the job was done. Soldier sat up, drying his face with a small towel she brought while she cleaned up and put the tools away. The towel was pure white with a flower pattern, and it was surprisingly soft.

Soldier looked at her as he wiped away the remaining shaving cream, really looked at her, taking in every detail of her. Her white hair, her hazel eyes, her kind smile, her small mole under the left eye, her calming presence. Why did she have to be so fucking beautiful? Why did she have to make him feel this way, like he was going crazy? He wanted to hug her, he wanted to yell at the sky. He wanted…

Cee's hand on his shoulder stopped his train of thought, bringing him back to reality. "Look at you. A true dashing American! Now you are ready to keep shooting people while looking handsome as ever," she said with a smile.

He wanted her.

Soldier pulled Cee flush against him and crashed his lips against hers in a desperate kiss with all the pent-up passion and longing he'd been bottling up, his hands coming up to grip her waist tightly. Cee let out a surprised sound, but she quickly started kissing back, and pouring every ounce of love for him into it.

He walked her backwards until her legs hit the edge of the bed, and then he pushed her down onto the mattress, crawling on top of her. When they finally broke apart, both of them panting heavily, he rested his forehead against hers with a dopey grin.

"Cee, you beautiful bastard. You drive me insane."

Cee laughed sheepishly. The blush on her face was more prominent now, and he really enjoyed the sight. "Being honest with you, sweet thing? I've been wanting to kiss you for a while. You have a kissable face."

Little minx, short-circuiting him even when he was on top of her. It's one of the many things he liked about her.

Soldier nuzzled into her neck then, peppering the skin with kisses. His hand slid lower, dipping beneath the hem of her black dress to caress the smooth skin of her thigh. He could feel the heat of her, the way her body responded to his touch. He let out a low, appreciative groan as Cee hugged his waist with her legs and pressed their hips together. There she was, already all warm and willing and ready for him. He forced himself to not tear the dress away.

When she surged up to kiss him, he leaned down to meet her, pressing his lips to hers deeply. Hungrily. His finger was on the hem of her underwear, ready to get it off, when a loud cry from outside pierced the night. Soldier and Cee looked at the door at the same time with panic while they listened attentively.

"Ouch, my freakin' leg! It hurts SO MUCH!" Scout whined. "Your stupid machines are broken, man!"

"I told ya, string-bean: don't touch the darn thing!" Engineer chastised with an edge of irritation. His voice was strained with effort. "Now shut it, or I'm droppin' you!"

The couple stayed still as rabbits caught in the headlights as the voices of the young Bostonian and the older Texan drifted off, until the buzzing of the fluorescent lights was the only sound plaguing the hallway outside.

Soldier was about to resume the make-out session, but Cee stopped him. Instead, she hopped off the bed. He observed her, how she opened the door, and how she looked both sides before going back inside, locking the door behind her this time.

"Coast is clear, sir," Cee said with a salute and a smile. "Permission to go back to bed, sir?"

Soldier chuckled and grinned up at her as he saluted back. How cute. "Permission granted." He opened his arms afterwards, gesturing at her to get closer. "C'mere, sweetheart."

Then she ran back to him, giggling gleefully when he caught her in his arms and pinned her under him again. His grin grew bigger when she leaned in to kiss him once more, smiling into the kiss. It was not like the desperate kisses from before, but something softer, more intimate. A promise of more to come, of finally starting to explore these feelings between them.

Perhaps shaving at night was not so bad, after all.

[zooblesbutchpuppygirl]

Cool thing that you should do as a treat: draw your actual self/main sona with your f/os. It's good for you <3 also IGNORE HOW BAD THE ONE HAND LOOKS I TRIED SO HARD TO MAKE IT LOOK GOOD BUT I GAVE UP BECAUSE IT WAS TAKING TOO LONG </3

Proshippers/adjacent dni. 10000 shark attack 🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈 also Zooble self ship doubles dni

[lesbiansanemi]

One thing I will always find really funny is you could give me literally any f/f ship ever and I will probably love it or at least be like “yes yes I see the vision” no matter how much of a rarepair or even a crackship it is. M/f you’ve got about a 30% chance to sell it to me based on a lot of genuinely good canon backing and consistent writing. M/m ships? The moon has to be in the right phase and the wind fair and if the exact conditions are met I might be deigned to hear it out. Truly I was put on this earth to balance against the fujoshis