#toxic rarepair

[aliceoverzero]

Never understood fandom rarepairing. Like cool for them I guess but it never clicked for me.

Well now I've spent a few days rotating Lappland x Cantabile in my head and I think I get it now. These two people should not interact. All of the healing would be undone, hundreds would die, Bolívar would be placed under martial law. To call it toxic yuri would be an understatement.

After writing this out I realize this is probably gonna be upsetting if you don't want to read a fic outline of a disastrous breakup between these two. Be advised.

Lappy obsesses over Texas for representing the hypothetical self that boldly abandoned the burden of her past long ago. But Cantabile would invert that unhealthy self-reflection. Every flinch would pull at dusty strings in Lappland's brain that she desperately wishes to tear out, as Cantabile's withdrawn behavior instead represents the hypothetical Lappland who never properly defied her home environment. Lapp's fixation on Texas is wanting to keep up with her, but this kind of fixation would be about wanting to make Cantabile keep up with herself.

Cantabile would be scared by her, but would see someone who escaped similar circumstances more chaotically and needs help she can't express. She would try to get Lappland to appreciate the smaller moments, to enjoy music and the slow moments of sitting in a garden. Their kissing would be a mess as Cantabile tries to tame Lappland while Lappland tries to set off the repressed violent spark in Cantabile. A true opposition of "I can fix her" versus "I can fix her by making her worse."

The relationship would be unstable, and eventually Lappland would on a date or field op try to trick Cantabile into the same room as one of the confidants of the arms dealer that abused and abandoned her. Peaceful endings would be possible, but Lappland needs her to hate and pushes the tense conversation in that direction. The first kill to be driven by her buried resentment sets something loose, a need to keep the momentum, and eventually her familiarity with Bolívar would let her outpace Lappland briefly as she took out the core leadership. The confusion and power vacuum would spark a war in the criminal underworld.

Lappland would be ecstatic about the results until she found Cantabile in the carnage. How do you stop fighting in that circumstance, when between the adrenaline and oripathy flare-up you can only remember meekness and complacency as surrendering to your abuser? Cantabile would accuse Lappland of trying to use her as a tool, misunderstanding the original intent. They would argue. They would fight. They would both fall.

The Rhodes Island team that recovers them might be able to save them, but both would be in critical condition. Officially though they die in the incident. If either survives it has to be in a way that deflects RI's accountability for them. They get paired off with different operators with more ties outside RI than inside, people picked by Kal'tsit and the Doctor to keep them in check, and they're sent to opposite ends of Terra.

Lappland comes out the clear loser, the failure making it harder to repress her deep self-esteem problems. She gets nightmares about failing Texas in the same way, and the thought of her causes anxiety attacks. Cantabile oscillates between withdrawn behavior and violent outbursts, having to retrace her original path of therapy while traveling.

[lazy-indigo]

A dance to settle a deal 🌊⭐️

Finally got around to making a ‘full’ piece again. So naturally it’s of this toxic yaoi of a pair. Especially this time around since this takes place during Polites purely agreeing to be Poseidons lover to protect the crew. So he’s not the most happy gshgshsg I honestly wasn’t sure how I wanted to color in Poseidon so honestly if he suddenly changes in the future,,, no he didn’t. :3

And of course, extra doodles of the sillies that doesn’t align with the og drawing (+ implied Zeury)

[piosplayhouse]

[Qi Qingqi x Yu Ziyuan] What could have been

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[sidethatyoudontknow]

In the middle of all this 457 chaos there's me that lowkey ships junho and the salesman/ the recruiter/ddakji guy or whatever you're calling him

I mean have you look at them, imagine the banter we could've got

Like there's junho, a detective who's been trying to find his brother only to be led up to a brutal kids game competition in some sketchy island and also finds out the person who controls the said game is his very own brother that he's been searching for a long time that is also a previous winner in the game

And then there's the salesman (some people call him ddakji or dak ho) who's been trained to kill, to see people that played the games is lower than him like a trash since he was a teenager probably, who doesn't even know the purpose of life anymore, a literal mess, a maniac. That's also probably the one that recruit junho's brother into playing the games(a theory not sure if that would makes sense)

Just imagine that, I could write a few headcanons if anyone interested

And yes yes I know they didn't even interacted once for SHIT(and the only time they ever see one another was when one of them already died and the one died never also see him or does he?)

[frog-cultist]

If you like any of these terrible old men you’ll like the one next to them

[jaxofalltraits]

Can we as a society making shipping fun again because I'm tired of saying I ship two characters and then some annoying little mosquito starts yapping in my ear about how "it's never going to be canon" or "they barely interact"

Like learn to disagree in silence please and thank you!

Ship whatever you want as long as it's legal!!

[jonsawilldanceanon]

Young Caitlyn And Cersei <3

[cammy-mcspammy]

Would you be open to do celeshiro (Celestia x Chihiro)? I have a weak spot for tall brooding goths with the power to end the world and then there's one (1) little ray of sunshine that stops them from ending it all. Celeste plays poker and Chihiro next to her just 😊 (she will destroy all of you). Chihiro becomes more confident and nobody would dare to lay a finger on them because nobody wants to mess with Celeste.

I love your art 🙏 I appreciate all the hard work you do especially for us rarepair shippers 🙌

Honestly it's a cute ship but I feel it's toxic if you take the hcs out of it but I feel like they'd be healthy someday

[wifiwuxians]

doomed by the narrative and by each other but not by ME

[ID: a small illustration of meng yao and nie huaisang in front of a large entrance leading to a courtyard. meng yao is carrying scrolls in his arms. he is looking back bashfully at nie huaisang, who has come up behind him and wrapped his arms around him. both are smiling, and nie huaisang's eyes are closed. the sky is orange and the lighting is warm and cozily dimmed. leaves flutter around and the sky sports a few golden clouds. /end ID]

[anonymocha]

ἀστὴρ οἶμαι σύ τις ἑσπέριος, ἀστέρων πάντων ὀ κάλλιστος . . .

You are, I think, an evening star, the fairest of all the stars.

— Sappho

💥💥💥 Hello KaalaaPocket nation (only me I think). Here are some extra stuff!!!

The pose is based on René Gruau’s Le tango (1990). + Untextured version!!!

The lyrics are from Falling Starlight and Moonlight, it's from the Metallic Rouge anime OST!!!

That song got me thinking of Kaalaa Baunaa and only Kaalaa Baunaa………. I kept listening to that and some lounge-y Utena OST while drawing this <3

[jaguarys]

Writing something that is not toxic yuri or toxic yaoi but some sort of fucked up secret third thing

[a-usernamelol]

it is always incredibly irking to me when I see a post with NPC characters and its like “for the (insert NPC) GIRLIES ❤️🥰💦” “For the LADIES 😘😍🥵”

Hi! 👋 Hello! 👋 GUY here! Gay trans MAN here!

Here’s some Ominis for EVERYONE because EVERYONE deserves their favorite character, and I’ll be posting pictures of other NPCs too ❤️

HAVE SOME FREE OMINIS BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE❤️ PEACE AND LOVE ON PLANET EARTH

[sergeantavii]

Ain't Too Proud To Plead (Ch.2 Sneak Peak)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60678976/chapters/154947481

Author's Note: Please see the tags on AO3 before proceeding so you know the vibe and where this is leading! Yes, fic leaning into Sevika/Vi. Yes, it's a rarepair. If that's no bueno for you then please do move along.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

Sevika stopped briefly past the threshold, rattling Vi as she kicked the door closed behind them. The slam didn't shake the walls, so Vi supposed the place was sturdier than she’d previously assumed. A heavy sigh pushed from her chest. It was going to be a long night.

They hobbled over to the bed settled in the middle of the room, a huge king-size with dark, queenly patterns in its fabric. Two pillows and a comforter. Nothing crazy. Just essentials. Again, aesthetics that were clearly someone else’s idea.

Vi had to laugh.

Sevika made a subtle noise of indignance before she shoved Vi off of her, hand to chest, sending Vi stumbling backward until her ass hit the bed. She caught herself with her hands and immediately the texture of the blanket gave her pause. She spread her fingers on the fabric. Impossibly soft. Expensive.

Vi hung her head and laughed some more.

“What's funny?” Sevika rumbled, a growl in a dog’s throat. A warning shot.

Vi shook her head and lifted her gaze, smiling and wincing as she felt the splits in her lips burn. Her injuries were all very young. She knew she looked beat up, pathetic even. 

“Is there anything in this place you bought yourself?” She jested, voice croaking, throat devoid of moisture.

The question seemed to have stalled the other woman. Her expression shifted, confusion nestling itself right next to the ever-present annoyance. A very characteristic scoff and simultaneous eye roll later and Sevika’s back was turned toward her. Vi raised an eyebrow, watching Sevika’s width broaden as she crossed her arms.

“Take that ugly shit off already.” Sevika through the words over her shoulder, her lips revealing her grimace where her hair kept her eyes shy. Vi considered herself, doing her best to disassociate from what she saw.

The enforcer uniform, still hugging her tight despite the tattered state of it.

Carefully, Vi looked the older Zaunite up and down. So different. Bulkier somehow, and Vi found a lot of envy in that. Sevika's get-up was a bit more fashion forward than Vi remembered, what with the gold accents.

And the hair...

Up crept a nagging tickle in the back of Vi's brain, and before she could swallow down the impulse, she succumbed.

“'Vika', what the fuck is your haircut?” 

Even through the muscle pain ricocheting off her bones, Sevika whipping around and storming toward her with a snarl pushing past her teeth gave Vi an unbelievably euphoric satisfaction. A win was a win, especially in a night that held losses such as this. She fully expected to get what she paid for, so when Sevika settled her tab by yanking her collar with enough force to wrench her into a standing position, all Vi could do was smile.

[preciousknightwalker]

yeah, I put them next to eachother in my teapot one time for friendship farming and now it’s a thing.

[prettyinpinkink]

Lesbians for pridemonth (zipxclaire) + (amaretto(oc)+needle(oc by keir))

[cyberkaban]

I propose you.....THE CURSED OLD MAN YORDLE YAOI

They're dancing to Ma Meilleure Ennemie