#this goes out to people who make selfshipping material too

[devils-yui]

I’ve seen so many people flock to tumblr for refugee, and I have to address something because I most definitely saw a lot of hate for this on TikTok before the arrival but, literally.

Please, and maybe just—don’t complain about OC x Canon material, and then start begging for x readers. Please don’t complain about seeing OC x Canon material, and then asking why nobody will make more content for you to enjoy.

Some of us don’t usually keep in mind the idea of making content for other people, sometimes people simply enjoy making content for themselves and we should respect that.

This feels like a situation, where you’re on a playground and someone else has a toy that you don’t have, so you whine and cry—begging to have what they do.

Why do people hate other people for enjoying their life, doing something that’s fun, making works for themselves that make them feel happy

From a quote I saw of Brittany Broski awhile ago I think, there is to be said: “Art is not for the consumer; it’s for the artist,” Something along the lines of that and I NEED it to be encouraged more.

If you want to complain about OC x Canon, or don’t want to see it. Welcome to tumblr, we have a filtering system and a blocking option.

Not everything has to gravitate around serving to you when it comes to enjoyable pieces like these, this is tumblr. Where “cringe” is the norm, and we get to be happy being us

[gojoest]

gojo learning what a home smells like, mentions of food, not much dialogue except for the ending, kind of selfship coded bc this was supposed to be a talk post but then i kind of rambled and this came out so it’s not proofread and that’s that

each home has a specific scent to it.

you know, the one that builds over time, the so-called occupant odor that fills the air after a while of people living in it. it’s the aroma of the ingredients you use and the spices you often put into your dishes, the freshly washed clothes and especially that one detergent that is always a must, the cleaning products you use, and the scent of those who inhabit the house all combined that sticks behind and makes it so distinct. makes it smell like home.

but satoru’s house smelled empty. too empty in fact. it smelled clean, too clean for someone who’s lived there for years now. almost like a newly renovated apartment that’s been deprived of human presence for too long and it’s just the sharp scent of paint and construction materials that hits your nostrils when you walk in. a housekeeper would come by once in a week to take care of the place, not that there was much to do around — it was pretty clean. nobody cooked there — his fridge was almost empty, only water bottles in it. nobody did the laundry — everything was sent to the dry cleaning. nobody was there enough for their scent to sink in, even he himself. his house never felt like home to him. it was simply a place for him to shortly crash at. like a hotel of some sort, a place he’d only use to shower and sleep while for the rest of the time he’d be out going on missions, putting his life in danger.

that was, until you came into his life.

at first it was only short stayovers. you would spend a night or two at his place each week. but it was enough for it to start layering and spreading around — the scent of you, of him, of you together. when you came into his life out of literally nowhere, he would start going out of his way and take on less missions so he could be with you, more — so you would stay over and make dinner, ask about his favorite dish and then cook it for him the next time.

you would make pancakes in the morning. you would get your favorite ingredients and put them in his fridge. you’d get some blueberries and bananas, little bit of feta cheese even. you would place jars of powdered sugar and honey into the empty shelves in his kitchen. and little bit by bit the room would start to fill — some oats and cinnamon for autumn days, peanut butter because it goes so well with apples, a little bit of oregano for when you make baked potatoes, a little bit of garlic because it makes any dish taste better, some olive oil and lemons because that’s your go-to dressing for when you make salads, and some tahini for when you’re feeling posh but then realize it doesn’t taste quite right in some meals but eat it anyway.

little bit by bit his house would start feeling less empty and more like home.

you’d bring extra clothes for the day after the stayover and then forget the old ones there. he would buy you pajamas for when you come by so you don’t have to bring yours every time or wear a shirt of his when you don’t or sleep naked (not that he minds it). you would wash them all in the laundry, together with his clothes and yours, the ones you had left behind from before. but you would always need that one softener, you know, the one you absolutely refuse to wash your clothes without because it smells so good, and then you would put your pajamas and his next to each other on the bed and the clothes — in his wardrobe, and the room would smell so good and it would start feeling like home to him.

but.

no matter how much of yourself you left behind, it still felt kind of empty, especially on days when you weren’t around tiptoeing quickly from the bedroom to the bathroom in the mornings for a quick pee before coming back to bed and nuzzling into his chest, when you weren’t around dancing in his kitchen experimenting with a new salad dressing once again, when you weren’t around asking him to open jars, when you weren’t around for his eyes to see and his arms to embrace in the morning.

it was then when these four walls felt so foreign and nothing like home to him. the house still smelled familiar but not completely. just like a bland dish — you eat it and it gives your body the needed nutrients but doesn’t quite fill you up because there’s just something missing.

and tonight he decided to chase after the missing ingredient.

“so, listen”, he said while casually grabbing some greens through the salad with his chopsticks, “i am going to make you an offer you can’t refuse”

“if it has anything to do with me doing the dishes tonight and you folding the laundry tomorrow, i am out”

“love”, he paused, “who washes dishes by hand when there’s a dishwasher?”

“rich people like you might not know of this, but we, ordinary people, do not use the dishwasher for just three plates. we use our hands, a sponge and a dishwashing liquid”, you flashed a polite but sarcastic smile at him.

“okay, ordinary person that i love so much, then how about this”, he swallowed his bite and continued, “you move in and start being extraordinary with me?”

“we’re not using the dishwasher for three plates”, you raised your chopsticks and brought them threateningly close to his face, “but okay. i can move in here and start using your credit card more reasonably”

[princelythirsts]

Hi! I’m gonna send Teddy Lobo from Renfield and my s/i, Bea for your ask game if that’s alright! I hope I didn’t go overboard with all this 😅.

Both are kinda gangsters (though her much less so) with a kinda Romeo/Juliet thing going for them at first (rival families/Teddy temporarily dies).

Teddy is the more goofy and fun one but he brings it out a bit in Bea too, like they play off each other easily. Bea is a bit more proactive than Teddy with violence, while he’s more on the ball with socializing. Both have mouths like a sailor and enjoy flashy outfits. She’s the type to comfort him when he’s stressed and he’s the type to help her out of her shell.

Lol this is just enough info for me! But I don’t mind getting more or less tbh, I just like hearing about people’s ships

In a Harlots AU I don’t think you’d have to change much - iirc Teddy’s family goes back to the 17th century in New Orleans so I can see him visiting Europe once in a while for making connections on behalf of his family. And partying in between lol.

I love the idea of them hitting London on a vacation / criminal organization networking trip and going to a dinner party with Charles & Euphemia.

I think Phemie and Teddy are more likely to get along - being the more energetic and spontaneous ones. Bea and Charles are (relatively) levelheaded and might like a respite from the others’ wild antics.

There would be a little language barrier since Phemie doesn’t speak French - so what better time to learn, right?

(Charles can always translate for them, sure, but he’d struggle with anything vulgar / curse related. He is the only one who can’t swear among them.)

Overall cute double date material and the kind of friends you make in your 30s that you only see once in a while bc you don’t usually just hang out for a night, it always becomes this big thing that everyone’s (contentedly) exhausted after.

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game: send me an ask about your selfship & I’ll tell you how they could fit into an AU / crossover with one of my ships

[letsgofoletsgo]

Hey There, Stranger

While the sun went down, the hum of the streets was still present on the isle. People whispering and scheming within the alleys, always on guard for unfriendly faces or unsuspecting targets. Street rats and no-gooders darting across stoney paths into the shadows, avoiding confrontation or stashing whatever goods they could get their hands on. It was an unforgiving environment, one that required constant vigilance and sharp street smarts. 

This was a life Jay knew quite well, initially out of necessity due to his father’s shop, and eventually becoming a source of fun. He had long since mastered the art of the heist, developing a clever wit and quick hands for pickpocketing and knicking trinkets. Though honesty wasn’t a key virtue among the islanders, it was an effective way to make a living, along with Jay being able to steal a few personal items for himself. 

However, tonight the boy found himself not wanting to think about either of those things. Normally, even if he was sneaking about in the shadows, he had a cocky grin on his face, expertly navigating the isle with confidence; Instead, he wandered about the worn down streets with his hands in his pockets, sporting an unusually disgruntled expression. He shot a threatening glare to anyone emerging from the alleyways, most knowing not to cross him on a bad day. After traversing the streets for a bit, he came into a quieter part of the island near the barricaded water. He walked onto a rotting wooden plank that was held up by the edge off a low roof, and stepped onto the building with practiced ease. He ambled across the slightly unstable buildings, cautiously hopping across a few roofs, before arriving at a certain building and sitting down against the cold material of its raised wall.

Jay sighed as he looked upon the island that he called home, trying to quiet the thoughts plaguing his mind. Frustration clawed at his chest, a feeling he wished would just go away. 

More than ever he just wanted to be away from here. 

He wanted to get off this island and go anywhere else. 

He-

“Hey there, stranger.”

He glanced to his side, his gaze meeting the green-haired girl who interrupted his train of thought, giving him a lopsided smile. 

“Wha- Azalea! What are you doing here?” 

She slid down next to him. “I happened to spot a certain thief I know sulking about in the streets.” 

“What makes you say I was ‘sulking’?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“C’mon, the Jay I know doesn’t walk around aimlessly in the middle of the road with his tail between his legs.”

“I wasn’t walking around with- I was just!-” He began, but eventually slumped back down, “...Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Azalea’s expression softened a bit. “So… Is something going on?”

Jay shifted, eyes not meeting her sight. 

“Just… Stuff with my dad, what else is new.” He gave a solemn chuckle. “I end up breaking one stupid vase and off he goes again with his usual spiel about how irresponsible I am and all this shit I’ve heard a million times. Wasn’t in the mood for it, so… Here I am.” 

 Azalea hesitated for a moment before speaking. “... Jay, I-”

“And like, you just get sick of it after a while, you know? I get that I’m a useless bum that does nothing helpful, but he doesn’t need to remind me every other day! Why does he keep me around if I only ever seem to inconvenience him, huh? Riddle me that!” He finished with a huff.

The two remained silent for a few moments, Jay staring into the darkness trying to quell the anger he had unbottled. He attempted to regain himself, when he suddenly tensed at the feeling of Azalea leaning against his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry.” She said with a genuine tone, one rarely heard on the island. 

The boy stumbled briefly with his words, not knowing how to respond to the unexpected act. “I-I mean, well, hey, ‘s just a matter of time before I find some way to ditch him, right?” He sputtered, attempting to lighten the tone somewhat. 

Azalea shrugged weakly in response, and they went quiet again. She tried to think of something to say, something to ease his mind; when she got an idea. 

“Hey, you wanna know something my mom told me?” She asked. “She said whenever she was upset about something, she’d look up at the stars and make her own little constellations. I always thought it was sort of silly, but she said it always made her feel a little better.”

Jay looked down at her, tilting his head. “Constellations?”

“Yeah! It's probably a bit harder to do on the isle, but I think we could give it a try.” She said with a playful smile. 

Still learning against him, Azalea positioned herself upwards, and began scanning the fairly cloudy sky above them. Jay was rather skeptical of this idea, yet followed her finger as it reached up to the sky.

“I think I see… a little mountain!” She traced a set of stars, outlining her newfound constellation. 

It took him a bit, but he could just about see the shape she described. “Huh. If you tilt your head and squint, I guess I can see where you’re coming from.”

She giggled. “Alright, your turn now.”

Looking up at the stars, Jay tried to mentally trace them in his head, seeing which ones he could piece together. 

“Look! It's a circle!” He said, circling his finger around a group of stars just barely resembling the shape. 

“You call that a circle?” She chided.

“Hey, this was your idea, leave my circle constellations alone.” He returned.

The next half hour was spent with the two pointing out whatever constellations they could string together. Some were rather impressive, some hardly looking like what the other was describing, but ended up being a fun time nonetheless. As time went on, the two exhausted the starry sky of possible designs, mapping it all out to the edge of their vision. However, there was one more pattern she could spot, and she had a clever idea of how to show him. 

“You know, I think I just found my favorite constellation yet.” 

She put both her hands around Jay’s left hand, lifting it to the sky. He was caught a bit off guard, but he let her push his finger into a point and slowly drag it across the sky.  

“See? It's heart!” 

He detected the heart constellation, taking a moment to admire it from the edge of his finger. Upon realizing his hand was still in Azalea’s, he drew back. 

“When did you become such a sap?” Jay teased. 

“When I started following boys onto rooftops and tracing stars with them, I guess.” She said with a smirk. 

“Better be careful Zale, wouldn’t want word getting out how much of a softie you are.” 

“Eh, I wouldn’t worry about it too much. Never turned down an excuse to beat someone up before, heheh.”

The two laughed, the tension that once filled the air no longer present.

“You really know how to make a guy feel better, huh?” 

“Well, glad I could be of service.” 

Jay felt Azalea nuzzle into him further, this time allowing himself to lean into the affection himself. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this; safe, happy, carefree. His life was so full of thieving and hustling and being on the move, that just sitting here and existing… It was an unfamiliar feeling, but one he welcomed nonetheless.

“Hey, Jay?” Azalea spoke after a moment, yawning, “Do you think… we could stay out here for a bit longer? Don’t really feel like going back home just yet…”

Hearing the sleepy tone in her voice coupled with the warmth of her body next to him, something came over the boy that he couldn’t quite place. He found himself wrapping his arms around her snuggled frame, holding her even closer to him.

“I’d like that.”

Azalea sighed in contentment against his neck, beginning to close her eyes. Jay felt himself start to drift off as well, resting his chin on the top of her head. That night, the two of them let the stress and doubt that surrounded the isle wash away. For just a little bit, they didn’t feel trapped.

In that moment, they had each other, just the two of them. 

They both felt like things would be alright. 

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[092219archive]

planning out a kh!eren has been rough and planning out kh!eren’s nobdy has been even worse.

i don’t update here as much as i used to because all i do nowadays is spam my poor twitter followers (whoops!) with my cursed and awful ideas ft. verbal emotion talk. i have been working on things, particularly my kingdom hearts selfships 💦 some ideas i post and brainstorm, and others stay in the brain and never get to see the light.

but first things first, i want to complain about kh!eren, who is still being worked on in The Lab™ as i type this.

the thing is with kh!eren is that i still have no real grasp and understanding of the plot and lore. there’s a bunch of what ifs and hows that spin around in my brain while i’m trying to solidify my ideas, and i feel like my answers are right in front of me yet i’m so blind to them. at this point, i can’t really care much about creating this grand, original backstory for kh!eren because that’s a lot of brain work i can’t spare (i still haven’t read ansem’s notes). of course, i’ll change things up when the time comes around but since my knowledge on kh is still shaky, i’d rather not have to deal with weird plot stuff juuust yet.

it’s tedious, but it’s fun in its own way. what can i explore? what haven’t i? how can i change things? how will this affect what’s already existing? i could pull things out of my ass and then make things work, but alas, “canon is my playground.”

a lot of what i’m having trouble with is more technical stuff, too. i spent weeks trying to figure out exactly what kind of attribute i want my character to have, and what kind of weapon they’d be using while in organization xiii. i normally default to the “sniper role” as seen with my fate insert, but unfortunately for me, rat man was waaay ahead of my time. and then i figured i’d go for lances since that’s. well, it’s not my brand but i’m associated with characters that tend to use things similar to lances when in combat, you know? but xaldin beat me to it. and this is the part where i was like, “okay, well, you’re clearly having difficulties trying to find a weapon for kh!eren’s nobody... let’s move onto something else.”

turns out trying to figure out an attribute was worse. initially i joked around and said that kh!eren’s nobody should be able to manipulate space, but turns out rat man beat me again. i’m going to destroy you, xigbar. i would’ve defaulted to water or ice, but demyx and vexen respectively already have those attributes. after a while, i figured i’d work with poison but even now, i’m still unhappy with the attribute because it doesn’t really sit with me. i’ve never been a... “poison” kinda person, but i guess metaphorically it’d make sense.

and i can’t even let kh!eren’s nobody be associated with the moon because Saïx Was Here. there goes my sun/moon ship dynamic. all of my “go-to” ideas have basically been used in the official material (which is nice, but i’m also suffering), and i’m forced to think out of the box. that’s... probably why i’m having so much trouble too because, and as stupid as this sounds, i haven’t really thought out of the box in a while. most of my characters follow a singular trope with a very specific association, but as most of it was done already, i’m kinda forced to get creative because i’ll feel awfully guilty if i don’t. i don’t wanna steal ideas that already exist in canon!! that makes me feel bad.

the only thing i’m semi-okay with is kh!eren’s design along with their nobody, and even that’s subject to change as i gain more ideas and flesh them out further. technical information should have been easy to fill out, but to my surprise, it was hard to do even that. what’s their number? their title? you know, all that stuff. i realized that, “wow. kh!eren is... a pretty blank slate right now” besides the existing design. which doesn’t look that bad, actually. i got anxious about posting it because i felt that they wouldn’t belong in the kh universe, but those are trivial things i don’t have to worry about at the moment. design changes to kh!eren and their nobody can come later... i wanna worry about the other important stuff, like weapon and their attribute.

and i think, technically speaking, i could slap just about anything onto kh!eren’s nobody. but i also would like something that, well, i like. i know that they usually have to do with something... kind of natural? organic is a weird word to describe it as but that’s about it. i don’t think you can technically use an actual manifestation of “shadows” or “darkness” since xemnas has “nothingness” as his attribute which is kind of... the same, or similar to, thing to shadows/darkness. ANYWAYS, i’m still putting thought into this. it’s hard, and my brain’s the size of a pea.

but as for weaponry, i am getting somewhere! i was thinking of using something similar to the weapon, kama, except double that and then double that again. i don’t know what to name it yet, and i’m already thinking about how this can spark up interactions with the other members of organization xiii. but the fun stuff has to wait, because there’s a few roads i wanna take with kh!eren... i say a few as if there’s gonna actually be a “few,” but i’m honestly thinking like. two roads, at most. if i wanna go crazy then three, but that’s not very likely.

i mean, i guess to some extent, attribute isn’t so important that if i don’t figure one out, i’ll die, but also... if i don’t figure one out, i just might. it’s just a little thing i’ve been stressing out over!! i don’t think i should be, but god, i really am.

that’s also just the tip of the iceberg of problems, too. i have their whole backstory to work out and i may just use an au or two to make things work in their own right.

if you looked at my ugly handwriting (or under the read more), i put “birth by sleep/kingdom hearts union x.” i’ve been considering a few routes in terms of that...

see, if i let kh!eren’s starting point be birth by sleep, then their story would begin before the actual events of birth by sleep (with aqua, terra, and ventus). they’d be training under master eraqus to be a keyblade master as would any other dedicated student, but the teachings of light and dark eventually become convoluted within their mind. what’s right, and what’s wrong? is this really okay? things like that, where they question their role and their existence within the world, or worlds, rather. the answers spiral down into a dark place solely because kh!eren was in a dark place during these events. i’d imagine even before meeting master eraqus that their life was basically in shambles and they were put under this constant state of stress where they’d constantly turn to the darkness. however; i’d also imagine that kh!eren wouldn’t want to fall to darkness, because that’s what’s expected of them. nobody wants to succumb to the darkness because it’s terrifying. but there comes a point in their life where they’re just this void of any real feelings because they can’t recognize or distinguish what from what anymore, and they begin to question the world from their own perspective. this causes them to seek out “answers” to fulfill their curiosity and to give them something akin to a purpose, in which in the process, they lose everything and follow xehanort. or something like that.

but if i dropped them off into the place where everything began, then things would be just a liiittle different. maybe not entirely, but kh!eren would be a bit of a schemer. they question their existence after the happenings of the keyblade war to find out that nothing truly matters, and they become this cunning kind of character that breathes “using people for their own means.” but they’re not necessarily submitting themselves to darkness, because they believe that what they do is for “the greater good.” i guess this weird, chaotic neutral or good kind of character. but time passes and it passes, and there’s nothing but “i remember what i did before, so if i can keep up the act, i can pass as a person.” and that’s most of their life in the organization, which would just be going through duties and playing their role. do they know the truth? yeah, perhaps. do they do anything about it? no, what’s the point?

i have more material to work with if i start with birth by sleep, but at the same time, whatever happens in khux kind of interests me and i want to see where it goes... which is why i was planning two aus... but god knows i might just smash them together for convenience which. i’m not sure how’d that work considering both kh!erens start off at different times and have different experiences, even if they do end up ultimately the same by the end. one’s just more sarcastic! not that big of a difference.

god, this got so damn long. i’ve just been in this rambly mood where i wanna spam and dump my thoughts somewhere and i guess this is it!